Sign Up The Reign of the Braeden [M - LVS]

[demonchild781]

[CENTER][FONT=Arial Narrow][COLOR=DimGray]I was born during a time of great chaos and destruction. I wasn?t sure of the date, but the world had been struck down by the third World War. The war brought out all the creatures the world had feared along with some new faces.

Three races of aliens came to Earth.

The first of these species was an animal-humanoid called Yael. They learned our language quickly and were extremely strong. They could muster the strength of a thousand men with only one individual of their own. Their appearance varied just as much as our animals did along with their strength and behavior. When they came to Earth, they joined the Alliance. The Alliance was started by the strongest countries such as the United States, England, Australia, and Japan.

Another of these species to join the Alliance was a group later called Angels by the humans. Another humanoid race that looked very much like the Christian?s divine helpers. They were strangely powerful much like the ancient magi, witches, and warlocks. It was hard to tell one Angel from the other, which was ultimately the Alliance?s downfall. Angels could not reproduce, or at least not the way humans, Yael, and most other mammal-like creatures did. The Angels housed no sexual reproductive organs, and did not seem to be able to a-sexual reproduce either so their numbers seemed limited.

The third alien was an unknown species that came to fight against the Alliance. They were said to be able to manipulate any set creature through telepathy, and said to be able to shape shift. They joined late in the war to completely turn the tides.

The world was left nearly destroyed by all the nuclear and various other weapons that had been used against it. The remaining continent (part of Africa, part of Asia, and part of South America) had been combined into one large continent that was named Jumoke. It was ruled by four over lords by the names of Kaida, Ryu, Drake, and Dima. They were the original leaders of the Braeden, the Alliance?s enemy.

Kaida ruled over the western side, Ryu and Drake over the center, and Dima over the east. While Kaida and Dima were physically the strongest, it was Ryu and Drake?s scheming that made them dangerous. I wasn?t sure what the other three were, but Drake...he was a vampire.

It sounded crazy at first to me too, until my first morph when I was fourteen. I had lived with my mother and five siblings in a crumbling city building. My first morph was beautifully blissful until Drake?s people found me. They tagged me, dragged me off the streets, and threw me into a cell like some animal. That?s how I met the Braeden Lord Drake and my life changed forever.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo]The world is run by the physically powerful. Vampires, werewolves, elves, and the mysterious third race of aliens have taken over the world and now rule it with an iron fist. The world has become something much like the feudal system of the Dark Ages. The human race, along with the Yael and Angels are repressed, enslaved, and slaughtered if found roaming among the four major cities of the world. Most of the setting will be taking place in the main city Drake rules over.

[U]Characters to be Played:[/U]
[B]Drake:[/B] A vampire and Lord of the Center of Jumoke. (Make sure to read my character?s profile for details on Drake.) *reserved*
[B]One of the other over lords:[/B] Kaida, Ryu or Dima.
[B]A few left over Alliance members:[/B] these should be humans, yael, angels or any combination of the previous. (Humans hide in the city for they are killed on sight. Yael are slaves for labor, such as gladiator type combat, or fighting rebels. Angels wings are clipped and used for house servants. If you choose to roam free, you must take special measures not to be caught and to purchase food in one of the four main cities.)
[B]A few lower ranking Braeden:[/B] These can be vampire, werewolves, witch(these are rare), elf, or any combination of the previous. (May also have some degree of human, yael or angel, but remember that if your character does have human, yael, or angel, they will be discriminated against. (Also, if you choose to be a werewolf, your character would be a ?guard dog? or arena fighters)

Sign Ups
Name:
Gender:
Age: (Angels, vampires, elves, and werewolves live longer than normal. But nothing over 500 years.)
Race: (choose from the above)
Rank: (previous rank in the war for those of the Alliance. Those of the Braeden most say what relation they have to Drake.)
Personality:
Height:
Weight:
Eye color:
Hair color:
Body Structure: (tall, fat, skinny, muscled) (will allow pics)
Character Snippet: (I will be judging you)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][U]My Character:[/U]
Name: Valeria
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: werewolf
Rank: Drake?s pet
Personality: Quiet and never far from Drake?s side. She is a warrior at heart, but loyal to her lord for unseen reasons. When morphed into her wolf form she is highly aggressive and uncontrollable. The only one able to be able to handle her is Drake.
Height: Human: 5'5" Wolf: 4' at shoulders
Weight: Human: 130lbs Wolf: 400lbs
Eye color: Human/wolf: crystal blue
Hair color: Human: dark brunet Wolf: seemingly black
Body structure: Human: well defined, and curvy. Wolf: massive
Character Snippet:

Drake brushed his hand over my face, swiping away the strains of hair that had fallen across it. I stared into his eyes for a brief moment before he brought his attention back to the games. Two Yael tigers were below us in the arena, fighting for their lives. I could not stomach to watch them for I knew by that night I would be penned against the winner, and I was undefendable.

?What?s your pet?s name, Lord Drake?? A man sitting on Drake?s right asked. He was an elven lord, he bred horses and sold them to Drake. My lord loved his horses.

?Valeria.? Drake smiled as he reached over and pat my head.

?She?s a pretty one.? The man smiled towards me, his almost delicate looking face not even creasing.

?She?s my pride and joy.? Drake smiled brightly, turning to take hold of my chin and stare into my eyes. ?She?s a real winner.? Drake said as he rubbed his thumb on my face.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=DeepSkyBlue]I threw my head back and let loose my howl to declare my victory. Blood covered my black coat, but none of it was mine. My victory had been swift and ruthless, enable me to have my fill of fresh blood and flesh. The arena was filled with boos and yelling. I brought my head to the side and looked up at the balcony where I knew Drake sat.

A fair looking woman sat next to him, dressed in some of the finest fabrics. She was probably one of the other Lords concubines, offered in the bet. Drake smiled brightly as I heard the arena doors open again.

I swung my head around and pulled back my lips, exposing my teeth. The people entering had chains, more Yael it looked. I let lose another howl as I rushed forward. Their feeble attempts to catch me would have made me laugh, if I could laugh. There was more cheering and screaming as I tackled yet another Yael, I couldn?t stop myself as I took down another one.

?Valeria.? The words were soft.

I brought my head up, my mouth full of fresh flesh to see Drake standing by the railing of the balcony. I swallowed what was in my mouth and rushed across the arena floor. I leapt up, crawled and climbed my way up to the balcony. I could hear gasps, screams, and cries as I stood massively before Drake. The crowd began to vacate the surrounding area, including Drake?s female companion.

Drake smirked as he reached out and ran his hands over my head. ?The girl.? He whispered.

I snarled and jumped down from my perch, and rushed after Drake?s companion.[/COLOR][/FONT][/CENTER]

[Who Am I?]

[SIZE=1][OOC: Now there's something interesting...]

[COLOR=Red]
[COLOR=Black][B]Name:[/B][/COLOR] Ryu

[COLOR=Black][B]Gender:[/B][/COLOR] Male

[COLOR=Black][B]Age:[/B][/COLOR] 87, though looks in his early twenties.

[COLOR=Black][B]Race: [/B][/COLOR] Elf

[COLOR=Black][B]Rank:[/B][/COLOR] Overlord

[COLOR=Black][B]Personality:[/B] [/COLOR] Calm and sweet gentleman. He's not the kind of gentleman to take things seriously. People like him because he's not like those other harsh lords like Drake. He is the complete opposite. A loving and caring man whose goal is to bring peace and keep it that way.

[COLOR=Black][B]Height:[/B][/COLOR] 6' 1''

[COLOR=black][B]Weight:[/B][/COLOR] Around 180 or 190

[COLOR=Black][B]Eye color:[/B][/COLOR] Crystal blue

[COLOR=Black][B]Hair color:[/B][/COLOR] Silver, a bit close to white [B]<<< born with it..[/B]

[COLOR=Black][B]Body Structure:[/B][/COLOR] Lean and tall.

[COLOR=Black][B]Character Snippet:[/B] [/COLOR]

As a little elven boy, Ryu was quite cute and charming. He would always like making friends and he was happy. One day, he rushed home from his day from school and found his parents dead, lying on the floor. He didn't know who did it and why they done it but he just sat there watching his parents until someone came along and found him. Ryu became quite sad and quiet during the past few years but then he decided to change. He would get all the bad things out of his mind and put in the good things. He became a happy man once again and he would never let his smile fade away.

After he became a grown man, people chose him to be a ruler. He was delighted with this news and teamed up with Drake. They both became great rulers and everyone remained happy. During his times with Drake made him quite uneasy and disappointed. Drake would take innocent lives of one other and wouldn't care. Ryu would always look down at him with shame. He wanted to create a good kingdom that everyone would be safe in but it never happened. [/COLOR] [/SIZE]

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[CENTER][COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]"Drake, how are the people doing?" I asked as Drake was watching the scenery outside.

"Good, good." Drake replied and sighed heavily while petting something next to him.

I, being a curious one asked, "What's that next to you?"

"Oh this," Drake said, "This is my pet."

"Don't you think it's a bad idea to keep her?"

"Is something wrong with that?!?!" Drake said with a booming and angry voice.

I was a bit shocked. "No, it's just--"

"It's just what?! I found her and I get to keep her! Understand?"

"Yes... "

I sighed as I thought to myself. [I]I just feel bad that she's put in a cage like that. Living beings aren't suppose to be treated that way.[/I]

As a little white dove flew in, it landed on my backhand. I smoothed out its feathers and smiled. It flew back out as I watched.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]


[B][SIZE=1]EDit: Thanks for the comment DC!!! And is this enough???[/SIZE][/B]

[Omino Jaku]

[FONT=Century Gothic][B]Name[/B]: Drake
[B]Gender[/B]: Male
[B]Age[/B]: Turned in early 20s, 232
[B]Race[/B]: Vampire
[B]Rank[/B]: Overlord
[B]Personality[/B]: A manipulative, deceitful politician. A strong-willed and strong-minded vampire, who has risen through the ranks with his silver tongue. Cares for Valeria much like a daughter, yet reserves the fact that she is his pet and lap-dog. Kills without question sometimes, whether it's the shear pleasure or the sustenance that drives him to.
[B]Height[/B]: 6'
[B]Weight[/B]: 164 lbs.
[B]Eye color[/B]: Violet with streaks of silver
[B]Hair color[/B]: Black
[B]Body Structure[/B]: Lean body type. Shoulders a little more narrow than most, he would seem somewhat fraile, if it weren't for his defined muscles and vampiric strength.
[B]Character Snippet[/B]: As a man, Drake's original name has been lost through the ages. He was born to a wealthy family. In fact his father owned a very large international company, valued somewhere in the billions.

Soon after his 23 or 24th birthday Drake had a run-in with a vampire. It was his way with words that saved his life that night, and had the vampire turn him instead of devouring every last drop of blood the boy had to offer. Soon after gaining in his vampiric strength and the death of his father, Drake inherited the company, and murdered his mentor. With the powers of manipulation, the company flourished.

Not long after Drake's great victory of monopolizing his industry, the world was visited by hostile alien forces. Escaping his demise yet again with his vampiric abilities and his way with words, the vampire soon became a spy for the Braeden army. With his knowledge the Braeden army soon won the seemingly neverending battle with Earth.

Talks of diplomacy and becoming a leader in other manners excited Drake, taking interest in the dealings of his new brethren. Drake rose to power quickly, sharing his wealth in a trusted companion, Ryu.

With absolute power at his finger tips, Drake lives a life of luxury, taking the lives of whoever he wishes, and enslaving the races he looks down upon and despises. After an attempt on Drake's life by remnants of the alliance, Drake sought to have new blood to gaurd him. No mere body gaurd would do. He would need someone loyal, a lap-dog and trusted companion. After his extermination squads had captured a young werewolf, he found his new protector. Raising this girl as if she was his own, Drake became quite fond of his new prized possession. He would be damned if anyone were to harm her. That's if they could.[/FONT]

[demonchild781]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Ominu Jaku, looks good.

Who am I?, I would like to see a little more character in your Snippet if you would. Other than that, I do like your sign up and you will be included into the RPG once you update your post.

Thanks. Still looking for more players. [/FONT]

[Kamuro]

[SIZE=4][CENTER]Sign-Up[/CENTER][/SIZE]
[CENTER][SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Bach

[B]Gender[/B]: Male

[B]Age[/B]: Unknown

[B]Race[/B]: Unknown

[B]Rank[/B]: Mercenary, Braeden Soldier

[B]Personality[/B]: Bach is a quiet individual with a strong mind and physical talents to match. He seems to be human at first glance yet his skill in battle proves otherwise. He is unmatched on the battlefield and is such a special case that Braeden went out of it's way to recruit him to aid them in battle. He's spent years wandering from place to place in search of his past. His mind is cluttered with images and his dreams are haunted by people he's yet to meet. Even now he searches for answers and seeks those who contain the peices to his puzzle.

[B]Appearance[/B]
[I]Height[/I]: 6'0
[I]Weight[/I]: 180 lbs
[I]Eye Color[/I]: Red
[I]Hair Color[/I]: Black
[I]Body Structure[/I]: [URL=http://tinypic.com/6hhj5c.jpg][U]Bach[/U][/URL]

[B]Character Snippet[/B]: "You're evil you know," she spoke silently. Her dark hair flowing in the crisp wind. "You're nothing more then a pawn for those of true power, you'll never obtain it yourself," she spoke again, her white face almost glowing in the silhouette of darkness around her. Bach had long since fallen to his knees and could do nothing but listen to the women mock all he was and ever would be. His eyes closed as he attempted to block the women's voice from his train of thought. However, he was unsuccessful and her high melodic tone penetrated his mind, echoing from wall to wall within his skull.

"How does it feel? A man without a past and no future to brighten his eyes. You're hardly living, and you'll die alone," she said. Her eyes not wavering from his position upon the floor. "No..." he mumbled, lifting his foot and attempting to stand before the women. "No..." he spoke again, a little more loudly. His cape began to flow in the wind to accompany that of her hair revealing the sword at his side. "No!" he shouted, drawing his sword and gripping the handle tightly as he held it steady in front of him. "Your sword can't save you," she smiled, her crimson lips forming an evil curved shape. He screamed as he ran towards her, swinging his sword downwards slicing swiftly through the air. However, air is all he found and she had disappeared leaving nothing more then a wilting rose where she had once stood.

Again, he fell to his knees, his sword the only support holding him from the ground. An indentation formed in his palm as he attempted to rise, stumbling forward and losing his balance. As he hit the floor he awoke from his dream, covered in sweat he rose from his bed and grabbed his face. He rubbed his eyes, but no matter how hard he worked the skin, it would never relinquish the vision of the women. It had been burned to his brain to forever burden him with thoughts of inadequacy and helplessness.

[B]OOC: Hope this is alright DC. If theres anything I need to change just ask.[/B][/SIZE][/CENTER]

[Lostcause]

Name: Isa Ansuz (Rune's actual translations refer to Ice and God)
Gender: ???? See Age.
Age: Resembles that of a 25 year old human male. Actual age is unknown.
Race: Angel
Rank: Solo Rogue

Personality: Isa was a very studious Angel. Since he can remember, he always had talent with the arts of his people. From the simplest spells such as those of Elementals, to the more disciplined ranks of Alchemists. While Isa was unique in the gifts, he was not so graciously blessed with people skills. Always studying and preparing for further challenges, Isa never came in contact with any other life forms other than those willing to help his progress. He lacks the charisma that most Angels have, along with the optimism.

Height: 6'3"
Weight: 145 lbs
Eye Color: Crimson Red
Hair Color: Dark Brown, reaches to his shoulders.
Body Structure: Isa is a frail Angel. He is hardly any muscle mass. Very lean. With glasses of minute size, Isa gives off the stereotypical sight of a studious young man. Although his is so frail, none ever get to see the true him. He covers himself with a magnificently large light brown trench coat, a gift from a teacher to a pupil.

Character Snippet: Isa was sitting in his room studying the material he was given from his teacher.
[I]If I add in just a little more iron, I can boost the reaction up 24.56%.[/I] Isa thought to himself as he prepared for his exam tomorrow. Constantly calculations were being composed like a symphony within his head.

[I]Knock, Knock[/I] " Isa, you mind if I come in? I haven?t seen you in awhile and I was wondering if you were doing fine."

Without even removing his eyes from the paper he so diligently studied, he raised a hand, and with a simple flick of his wrist, opened the door. Within the door way stood a youthful, male looking Angel whose name was that of Othila.
"You are in some crazy stuff my friend. Come on, geeks don?t need to learn such arts. There is no way we are ever going to have to use them. Hell, most races we encounter think of us as "Divine Beings". We have the worlds at our feet, no reason to worry."

Isa looks up to see Othila sinking his teeth into a freshly picked apple from the nearby orchard. As Othila enjoys the first gulp, Isa glares at the apple and with a snap, combusts it, causing the result to go everywhere. Othila begins to choke due to the shock of such a reaction. While Othila tries to clear his throat, Isa smirks back," Because Divine Beings have to live up to the name some time or another. We can't just prance around all the time. One day, you will regret not preparing yourself for the worse. It will be your downfall Othila."

Othila still stands chocking on an apple. Finally, after performing the Heimlich manuever on himself using a chair, Othila looks at Isa. In a serious tone, he whispers, " When that day comes, I will be long gone my friend. I will never see such atrocities within my time. And I won?t see you again either. Goodbye Isa. You recluse."

Isa returned to his studies, not realizing that he had just lost his closest ally ever. Isa was destined for power, and sorrow, for years to come.
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All the while, Isa watched from a distance as he saw his fellow brethren being dismembered and enslaved. He knew he was one of the few who had escaped from the wrath of the great Demons. These unrighteous creatures had crawled onto this planet, and taken it by force. Now, with only remnants of what Earth used to be, Isa felt a duty to return salvation to this world, and its older inhabitants.

Walking away from the cultist-like building of the slave traders, Isa encountered three foes. Three elves stood before him. Each of very short stature, but a threat none the less.

"Aye, we found ourselves a big one fella's. Let's grab it, and may'b we could sell it to that trad'a."

Isa stood among them in a field with knee high grasses. Facing the three lightly armed elves, Isa knew it was their life, or his. Staring them dead in the eyes, Isa spoke these words softly, just enough so they could hear him over the gentle breeze flowing over the sea of grass, ?You should count yourselves lucky that you were walking about within these fields my friends. For, the beauty of these flowers and grasses are far too good of a grave for you. Yet, maybe I could spare nature the trouble of decomposing your bodies."

"Oh, look at the Angle talkin all big, ya. T'ink he so good at d'is. W'll ta'day is ya luck'ay day my friend."
" It's an Angel you dimb witted fool."

The elves rush Isa from the front. Quickly removing his coat and letting it sink to the ground, Isa jumps into flight above his small enemies. ?YOU SHALL PERISH UNSIGHTLY WRETCHES." and with by raising his palm up, the elves flew up into the air. Staring at them as the gradually escalate into the thunderous atmosphere, Isa chants," Inferno impetuoso!" As soon as the elves begin to descend from their thrill ride, they explode within a fiery pillar, sending their incinerated remnants into the air.

Slowly returning to the ground, Isa takes a breathe, folds his wings down, and returns his coat to its rightful place. "The damned will all perish by the end of my crusade." Walking off into the distance, Isa hears the complaints of the Slavery Shop's owner. Continuing on his path, Isa raises a hand, and snaps his fingers. Returning his eyes to the ground, the shop sinks below the surface into a giant gash within the earth?s crust.

(O.O.C. Now ofcourse Isa won't be able to perform such strong magics without any consequences. I was thinking that the stronger the spell, the harder it is for him to aim and correctly hit his targets. If you wanna help me out and give me some more sacrifices that he must endure to cast spells of such power, that would be great. I had to edit a bit, cause I did this at like TWO in the morning, and i was crazy.)

[demonchild781]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Kamuro, love your character.

Lostcause, I'm glad you decided to join us. I was hoping that I would see you in one of my rpgs. As of this moment, your character sounds good. I'll have to get back to you on the cause/effect stuffs of your magic working. I do like the whole "stronger the magic, harder to aim" idea thus far.

Who Am I?, I like the addition to your post and welcome to the team!

I'll give it a couple more days to see who else signs up, but I should have it up in the Square by this weekend.[/FONT]

[Citrus]

[SIZE=1][B]Name[/B]: Oriel
[B]Gender[/B]: Female
[B]Age[/B]: 356
[B]Race[/B]: Angel
[B]Rank[/B]: Medic
[B]Personality[/B]: Oriel is a very quiet and calm person. Her voice is as soft as her skin, yet heavy like hail. Oriel will usually be the one seen trying to break a fight instead of routing it on.
[B]Height[/B]: 5'8''
[B]Weight[/B]: 120 lbs
[B]Eye color[/B]: White
[B]Hair color[/B]: White
[B]Body Structure[/B]: Oriel is very slim, and somewhat tall. Her wings were never clipped, giving her the full set of being an Angel.
[B]Character Snippet[/B]: (I will be judging you)


eDiT// Working on snippet and will finish structure. [/SIZE]

[Makurayami]

[B]Name:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Zyx[/COLOR]
[b]Gender:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Male[/COLOR]
[B]Age:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]appears to be in early twenties[/COLOR]
[B]Race:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Human/Angel[/COLOR]
[B]Rank:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Rebel[/COLOR]
[B]Personality:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Cautious because he has been hiding since he was born, Zyx is also a bit cocky and confident in his angel abilities. He is "street-wise", knowing the streets better then he knows himself. Zyx knows when to run and hide and when to pick a fight.[/COLOR]

[B]Height:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]6'[/COLOR]
[B]Weight: [/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]146lbs[/COLOR]
[B]B]Eye color: [/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]One is blue and one is yellow-green[/COLOR]
[b]Hair color:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Black[/COLOR]
[B]Body Structure[/B]: [COLOR=DarkGreen]thin but muscular; lithe[/COLOR]

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] [COLOR=DarkGreen]Zyx cautiously poked his head out of the door to the hiding spot he was in. His blue eyes scanned the area. No sign of him yet. Zyx slowly came back in and resumed his position crouching near the doorway. It was unusual for him to be late. Something must have happened. Zyx felt the hilt of one of his two daggers underneath his black trenchcoat. Maybe they would have to fight again. It had been a while since the last fight and Zyx had been felling a bit jumpy for the last week.

The door suddenly creaked open. In the doorway was an elf. Zyx stood up and pulled one of his daggers and stood ready for the elf to make the first move. The elf took and step forward and a flash engulfed him. Zyx shielded his eyes. When the flash cleared there was an angel that looked to be a male in his early thirties.

"Legnar, damn-it, don't do that," Zyx fumed as he sheathed his dagger.

"Sorry, my friend. I forget how quick you are to take up arms," Legnar replied with a small smile and a twinkle in his yellow-green eyes.

"You're pretty quick yourself. After all, you're the angel that's a spy for the resistance." As Zyx spoke Legnar's face fell. Zyx noticed right away. "What's wrong?"

"I learned something while I was roaming in the form-shifting spell. The resistance has been attacked. Most of them were whiped out."

"That means..." Zyx trailed off. Suddenly he lept up and flung off his trenchcoat. He frantically began gathering what little food and drink there was around the cave and puting it into his coat. "They're on their way. I know it, Legnar." But as soon as Zyx spoke the whole hiding hole shook.

"Yaels and elves," Legnar said. Zyx nodded and opened the trap door at the end of the cave. It was a back door that he had made just for an occasion like this.

"Legnar, let's go."

"No," Legnar replied cooly as the cave walls shook. "They'll only follow us. You go."

"I'm not leaving without you," Zyx shouted.

"GO!" Legnar shouted. He waved his hand and Zyx felt his body lurch forward. He fell into the escape cavern and the trap door slammed shut after him. Zyx frantically tried to open it but to no avail. "Oh you foolish ones," he could hear Legnar shouting, "perish! Explode impetuoso!" A large explosion rocked the cave and a few loose stones fell in the cavern.

Zyx opened the trap door slowly. There were serveral dead bodies that were indistinguishable. But Legnar was lying in the middle of them. Zyx flung open the door and ran to Legnar's side. He looked up and smiled at Zyx.

"Take it," he whispered. "Take it and use it well." Legnar's eyes closed and his body started to change into little particles of light. "Transferus genon." Legnar's body suddenly dissappeared and in its place was several particles of light. Zyx closed his eyes and shook his head.

"You were the only friend I ever had," Zyx said. The little particles floated towards Zyx and layed on his body. They started making two extra apendages from his back. They were angel wings. But unlike Legnar's, they weren't the pure white color of the Angels. They were black. Zyx opened his eyes and studied his new wings. One of his eyes was Legnar's eyes' yellow-green color.

"Camouflaugun transforma...elf," Zyx slowly said. They words came to him out of some deep new fountain of knowledge that hadn't been there before the fight. Zyx was engulfed in a flash of light. When the light cleared there was an elf standing in Zyx's place. He walked towards the main streets. Sure, the spell would lose its effect in four hours, but for the time being Zyx wanted to move and gather information. Information to plan his counter-strike.[/COLOR]

[alchemist2120]

Name: Reiji
Gender:Male
Age: 122
Race: Yael- crow
Rank: Drake's Gladiator
Personality: He is very likeable.If you are on the same side as he is. In all of the hardships, he tries to see the good. Normally, when he gets the chance to kill his enamy, he does so without thinking twice.
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 142
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
Body Structure: Lean, well defined
Character Snippet:

"Reiji, it is time for you to show them why I havent killed you yet." A dark figure stood in the shadows of a cell. His eyes glowing in the darkness, a red that cuts through fire without stopping.

"Do I kill, or let them live? And who am I fighting this time? Another wolf?" Reiji's eyes close, letting the red glare fade, then it comes back in full force when he opens them agian.

"Do what you want to. Boss never said either one. But you know how he likes blood, so i would guess killing them. And as for who you are fighting, i think its another Yael. Maybe a falcon, i dont know. But itis another bird. Well it helps you because its a night, good news isnt it?" the short fad guard smiles, showing his yellow teeth.

Reiji stands up, and lets his wings flap a few times, stretching them from the daylong confinement."Will Drake be there?"

"I think so, yes. Now come, it is time to go." the guard poens the steel doors and fallows Reiji, holding a sword at his neck for protection, until they get to the gates."Good luck. I was told that if you can kill this one, that you would get a present. Wouldnt that be nice?" Reiji nodded as he listened to the announcers voice travel across the stadium.

"Ladies and gentle men. Angels and Yael Any anything else here for this special event. I would like to introduse our chalenger, the 'Grey death', as he is known. The quickest being at this arena. Please welcome, Shione,the falcon." Reiji nodded as the crowd began to scream their praises, along with their boos.

Slowly the gates in front of him began to open, revealing the dim lighting from the stadiums spotlights. As he took his first step into the arena, everything got quiet.

"And now, the one and only, our champion. To his enamies, he is known as 'The Shadow'. To his friends he is known as Reiji. give a great hand to Reiji, the Crow." The whole stadium erupted into a frantic cheer as he kept walking twards Shione.

"Listen crow boy, this is gonna be a quick fight alright? Thats why they put me agianst you, Drake there is getting tired of your fights." The falcn began to let out a little laugh as reiji kept his eyes shut.

"Do you know whats funny Tweety bird? A crow can see at night." Reiji opened his eyes as a bright red glow began to fom around them from the lights. then slowly, the lights began to fade until they were at a very low dim. Reiji smiled and flapped his black wings a few times, lifting himself off of the ground.

"No one ever told me that this way a night fight. this is bull ****!" Shione began to walk around, looking for the black crow, then got blind sided by a fist, sending him into the ground.

"C'mon tweety bird. Hit me. youfall agian and you will not be getting up." Reiji smiled as he came by and tried to hit Shione in the jaw agian, but only was able to get hit himself.

"Reiji, your getting careless. i was able to his you." Shione smiled as he got blind sided by another fist. Then in the darkness, screams of pain are heard as Reiji begins to tear the skin and feathers right off of Shione's back. then the screams stop as the lights slowly come back on. reiji is seen walking away from a falcons body that is missing most of its fethers, its right wing,and its head.

[lil kitsune boy]

Name: Lucian
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human/Sorcerer
Rank: None (too young to join during the war)
Personality: Brash, arrogant, easily annoyed. He also holds a fierce intelligence, firely determination and unbreakable spirit. Unfortunately, he still comes off as a jerk.
Height: 5'10'
Weight: 186 lbs.
Eye color: Hazel
Hair color: Brown
Body Structure: see attachments
Character Snippet:
'What are we doing, Ariela?' the boy asked, a quizzical look on his face. The older girl smiled as she waved hiim over.
'Well, Lucian,' she said, 'If we want to eat tonight, we have to catch some food.' She handed him a wooden stick with a string tied to the end. He took it, looking at the makeshift hook she'd tied to the end.
'Fishing?' he asked, disappointed.
'Yes, fishing.' she laughed, 'Unless you can conjure up something else, my little apprentice.'
Lucian looked down, a bit crestfallen.
Ariela sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his shoulder. Lucian looked at her, a bit nervous, as she breathed in heavily, almost like she was smelling him, breathing him into herself.. He couldn't hold back the blush as he felt blood rush to his face.
'Ariela-?' he started.
'You're such a good guy, Lucian,' she interrupted, 'It's a good thing I found you, huh?'
'Yeah,' he sighed, smiling as he tore up a small piece of bread for bait.
----A few hours later---
It was just past sunset when he heard it, a scream of pain that shattered the calm silence of the night. His eyes snapped open, looking around for Ariela. When he didn't find her, he sprung to his feet, running as fast as his legs could take him towards the screams.
He arrived to a horrible sight. A man leaned over Ariela's bloodsoaked body, which was now lying motionless on the ground.
'What have you done!?' Lucian asked, tears forming in his eyes.
The man turned and Lucian could see his face. Gaunt and pale, his mouth was covered in blood. Ariela's blood.
'You... you-' Lucian couldn't even form a curse before the sobs wracked his body. Tears flowed freely as the creature that had just slaughtered the only person who'd ever given a damn about him began to close on him.
'What do you know?' the vampire laughed, 'Two for the price of one...' His hand closed about the collar of Lucian's tunic, lifting him from the ground to eye level with the beast.
'Why?' Lucian croaked through the sobs, his throat already sore.
The vampire grinned, 'Why not?' he said, 'You humans are only cattle, anyway. And it's not very often you find a virgin of her age anymore, the blood of the pure is always the sweetest.'
'That's it?' Lucian asked.
'That's it.' the vampire repeated, 'It's not like you humans have any other reason to exist, just food for us.'
Lucian's body went limp and the vampire laughed.
'There you go, just give up and it will make this easier on both of us.' the vampire said. But, then Lucian opened his eyes.
They glowed bright red as the tears still flowed. Suddenly, Lucian's tunic caught fire, shredding as Lucian fell to the ground.
'I don't intend to make this easy.' Lucian said, rage and venom dripping from his voice.
'What the-?' the vampire said, taking a few steps back as Lucian raised his arm.
As he stood, his arm outstretched with the palm of his hand toward the creature, his hand began to radiate heat.
'What are you?' the vampire asked, a bit of panic in his voice.
Lucian ignored the question, silently thanking Ariela for what she'd taught him. The air in front of his hand began to burn, a small ball of flame appearing in front of his outstretched hand.
'This is impossible!' the vampire yelled, turning to run.
'I don't think so.' Lucian said, 'Hand of the Pyro!'
The ball of flame flew forward, catching the vampire in the back. The creature screamed as he burst into flame. Wasting no time, Lucian manifested a blade of pure energy, sending it flying at the creature's neck, severing the head clean off. It crumbled to dust as Lucian collapsed. He crawled over to Ariela's body, trying frantically to find some sign of life.
'Come on,' he said, panicking, 'You can't be dead, you just can't be!' But, no matter what he did, she wouldn't wake.
He fell to the ground next to her, the weight of everything finally taking his consciousness. Before he fell asleep, one final thought came to him.

[I]'I will find a way to get you back,'[/I] he thought, [I]'And then I'll destroy them. Destroy them all.'[/I]

[Redemption]

[color=blue]OOOO!

DC, I'm going to sign-up but can you be patient? I JUST got back from my hols and will try to put my sign-up asap.[/color]

[demonchild781]

[FONT=Arial Narrow]Hey Reiku,

I've already started the story in the Square, but you are more than welcome to join us at any point. Just post your sign up down here and run over to the Square and jump right in. Can't wait to have you apart of us![/FONT]

[Ditsy_Taurus888]

Name: Taurus

Gender: female

Age: 13

Race: half vamp half elf

ank: wandering witch

Personality: She has serious issues. She hates to see others in pain but instead of preventing it she oftem seems to be the cause. She is very stubborn strong willed and opinionated, but often very sensative.

Height: 5'8 1/2"

Weight:122 lbs

Eye color: changes from green gold grey blue and deep violet

Hair color: Dirty blonde with lavander and sea foam streaks

Body Structure: SHe is long and thin. very fearie like but naturaly tan skin High cheek bones full pouty lips large round eyes finely chiseled features long muscular legs and a ribby stumache big hands with long slender fingers Muscular sholders but tiny arms a full DD chest and a large rear her measurments are 39" 26" 40" She is odd to look at but beatiful

Bio: She was the youngest of 6 brothers and one sister They allshared their elven mother but none had her vampire father.

Character Snippet: "Mother?" Taurus wandered out timidly. "What's going on?" She peeked at the men outside the door of her cramped not so glamerous country home.
"Taurus get inside!" Her mother cried in panic as one of the men grabbed ahold of the small girl.
"let go!" She kicked and faught though it was no use. 'Sophitia' she thought of her second oldest sibling 'where is she? The market.' She answered her own quiestion. 'Otis! He could save us!'
"Otis!" She cried franticly in intense desperation.
"You speak of the oldest son? He's already been eliminated." The one who seemed to be the leader grinned.
"You lie!" Taurus sobbed.
"why are you doing this!" Her beautiful mother pleaded. "Revenge? My husband has been dead for three and a half years now. Stop punishing us."
"If he can not pay hiss family must." One man glared.
"Luke Dillan Nathanial darian Sosake Help!"Taurus screamed for her other brothers.
"Fayona I've always liked you." He smiled devishly "It's a pity you maried that bastard. I'll give you an oppertunity."
"What kind of oppertunity?" Fayona said discusted.
"You marry me I'll let your remainning seven children live." He smiled wildly.
"You pig." A tall but not very muscular teen age boy snarled.
"Nathaniel!" Taurus sqealed.
He charged to free his mother and sister but his fighting abilities were greatly inferior he was stabbed through the chest. Taurus's eyes widened as he fell to the floor blood dripped out of his mouth. Taurus gasped then began screaming uncontolably. When the man holding her covered her mouth to silence her she bit down hard and peirced his flesh the taste of bloode consumed her. The man screamed in pain.
"Stop your winning Justin. Make your dicision soon you only have six left. Where are the other five I wonder." He grinned.
"Coming to kill you!" Taurus said in fiery voice.
After two more of her brothers' deaths Sophitia arrived Fayona finaly agreed to a deel Sophita would become one of Derick's slaves. Sosake and Dillan would become his soldiers and fayona would marry him. The twelve year old Taurus would be let go because she was not their enemies daughter.
Taurus was left to wander alone for a whole year along that period she learned her craft Magic. But now Derick is after her because he examined the bite on Justins hand. It was Vampire and a daywalking vampire could be interesting.

[Broken Law]

[B]Name: [/B] Adam Lang
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Age: [/B] 26
[B]Race:[/B] Yael( father ), Human( mother )
[B]Rank: [/B] Born into the world a lost soul. He is currently serving as a gladiator for Lord Kaida.
[B]Personality: [/B] Intense and unwary. He never loses sight of his main goal, which is to kill Kaida.
[B]Height: [/B] 6?11?
[B]Weight:[/B] 356 pounds
[B]Eye color:[/B] Red
[B]Hair color:[/B] Brown
[B]Body Structure:[/B] Adam Lang is a powerful beast with an intimidating body. His arms are so massive and his muscles so complicated that even a scientist would fail to name all of the tendons and separate muscles. He looks very awkward and is definitely unique in the gladiator ring. His structure has evolved past his brothers and he stands out like a pair of boxers in Bill Gates? underwear drawer.
[B]Character Snippet: [/B]

The crowd in the large stadium roared. Sitting above, watching them was Kaida, the Lord of Western Jumoke. He wore a large veil, which hid his physical appearance. His real eyes were sealed tight, but he missed nothing thanks to the almighty power of his mind?s eye. He amused the pathetic souls of his nation by holding gladiatorial battles between slaves. He didn?t find them very amusing or fun, but continued them because he wanted to be on good terms with his people.

?Oh, here they come now,? Kaida thought to himself. A group of starving slaves scrambled from an opening along the side of the stadium floor and sprinted toward the center, where they arranged for the deadly task ahead.

Kaida observed them for a few seconds, but quickly decided to execute them all. Nothing special would be disclosed from these worthless humans. He signaled for the bars of the second cage to rise. A young tiresome man operated a complicated pulley system, which released the rabid animals swarming inside.

The unfortunate men in the ring heard the snarling long ago, but they now saw their opponents for the first time. Three ravenous werewolves exited the cage. The agile creatures galloped across the ring, sending a billowing cloud of sand into the air as they neared their targets.

The men lost form and scrambled away in fear, but the werewolves quickly caught and doused them in their own useless blood. Limbs and organs tumbled through the air. Carnage was everywhere and the crowd was ecstatic. Nothing could be heard except the cheering and screaming from the people of Jumoke. After the bloodshed, the middle of the arena was filled with clouds of dust, dismembered body parts, and three alert werewolves.

Even with the power and fury witnessed, Kaida knew the werewolves were no match for Adam. Today?s show would be cut short, but not out of sympathy for the legions of slaves he could sacrifice. It would be abridged early because Kaida had an important, disclosed meeting later that day. The Great Lord nodded his head, which meant to release the powerful Yael from his cage.

The gates creaked open and the powerful warrior strode onto the field. He appeared small compared to the werewolves, but his looks were deceiving. He had with him the strength and speed of two thousand men. The werewolves caught sight of the young Yael and scurried toward him, snarling and spitting blood as they sprinted.

The crowd was silent as Adam held back for the perfect time to strike. He lowered himself to the ground and watched as one werewolf separated himself from the others. ?That one must not have gotten enough to eat,? Adam thought to himself. Within seconds it was ten yards away. Adam threw his right arm forward, sending the brooding beast in the opposite direction and releasing a loud crack as the beast?s neck splintered.

The other two werewolves continued charging and paid no attention to their deceased brother. They leapt at the same time and soared toward their opponent. Adam dropped back on his hands and kicked his feet forward, simultaneously stomping both wolves into the ground.

The crowd again went insane as the struggling werewolves yelped in pain. One was clearly paralyzed, as it only twitched, and the other werewolf?s legs were fragmented and twisted into freakish positions.

Adam didn?t have a scratch on him. The battle was over and he walked back to his home underneath the stadium. As he ducked his head to enter the doorway, he glanced at Kaida. ?You will die yet, evil bastard.? The Yael disappeared into the darkness below.