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[JT Darkfire]

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[B][FONT=Times New Roman]December 18, 2007 10:42 PM
Bellevue Hospital ER
Room 243
Los Angeles, California[/FONT][/B]

Doctor Victor Cruz never had any luck.

He was always scheduled the night shift, the busiest time of day at Bellevue Hospital. All he wanted was a night off every now and then; a chance to get out of the sanitized hallways, enjoy the night life, hang out at the clubs.

Tonight he was not that lucky. Instead of cruising for chicks, he had ER duty.

"Heart beat, stable. Respiratory systems, functioning. Vital signs, clear. And yet he's still comatose. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with this man? Bridget!"

An attractive young nurse walked into the room.[I]Damn,[/I] thought Victor, [I]I'd like to get me a piece of that.[/I]

Bridget was used to the Victor's stare. He was the most well known doctor in the building. He was a creep, and everyone knew it. "Yes, doctor?"

"Get me this man's file!"

Bridget rolled her eyes. "Yes, doctor." She exited the room leaving the "good doctor" alone with his patient.

"All right, let's check his response to external stimuli."

Victor aimed his small flash light in the patient's left eye.

"Hmmm...Seems normal enough." He turned around to record his observations on the chart.

Just when he did, the right eye of room 243's most recent tenant snapped open. His pupils began to dilate into thin, reptilian slits.

His arm reached out and grabbed Victor by the throat. A look of terror crossed the doctor's face. A repeating chant filled his head:[I]Oh God oh God oh God oh---[/I]

[I]Snap![/I]

Bridget walked into room 243 with the file in her hand.

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"Doctor, here's the file you---"

Bridget's mouth dropped open. Lying on the floor, alone in a pool of blood, was the late Victor Cruz.



[B][FONT=Times New Roman]December 18, 2007 11:02 PM
The Streets
Los Angeles, California[/FONT][/B]

The former patient of Bellevue Hospital, Room 243 raced through the streets in a frenzy, demolishing everything in his path. The crazed man rounded a corner, coming face to face with a man in a gray trench coat. He let out a violent howl. The man in the trench coat stood their, almost bored.

This former patient lifted an angry fist, preparing to strike the seemingly powerless victim.

The man in the coat dodged the clumsy blow, pulled a gun out of a hidden pocket, and squeezed a single shot straight into his attacker's chest.

The man in gray turned his back and walked away, pretending not to notice the black cloud leaving the fallen man...

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That was the opening of this tale. Now, to fill in the details.

A strange virus is going around. This virus infects both mentally and physically, increasing the strength of its victims, but driving them progressively insane, up to a primal and dangerous point. Once they reach their brink of insanity, the mutations begin. No, not your pretty, X-Men mutations that give special powers yet leave the physical body unchanged. The victims become horrendous (and dangerous) abominations.

However, after a while, the truth of the virus will become known. In reality, this virus (which seeks out the darkness in human hearts) is a method Lucifer implemented in an attempt to create an army vast and powerful enough to storm heaven and claim it as his rightful place.

God's only opportunity to stall this onslaught was to send an arch-angel to thwart Satan's plans. He sent Ezekiel, a trusted and skilled angel who fought as Michael's second in command during the original bannishing of Lucifer from heaven.

When Ezekiel arrived on Earth's surface, he had absolutely no memory of his past, and he had become mortal. What you read above will be the first chapter of the story.

Those who choose to participate in this RP will play as people who were either saved from the virus by the man in the gray trench coat ( Ezekiel Albright), or they will be other people with special capabilities to combat these demons. If you wish to be a villain, contact me via PM. I'm implementing the chapter system, as well.


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[SIZE=3][B]Sign-Ups[/B] [/SIZE]

Here is the base rubric for sign-ups:


[B]Name:[/B]

[B]Age:[/B]

[B]Gender:[/B]

[B]Blood Type:[/B] For some characters, this may not be relevant. Others it may. I figured I should cover all the bases.

[B]Physical Appearance:[/B]A detailed description and/or a picture.

[B]*Special Ability:[/B]

[B]*Weapon:[/B]

[B]Personality:[/B]

[B]Biography:[/B] Keep it brief, but give us enough detail so we get to know the character.

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] Just a sample of your writting, so we can see your style.


Note= * means that this section is not required.



Here is my sign up, as an example:



[B]Name:[/B] Ezekiel Albright

[B]Age:[/B] Unknown (Countless millenia, way before the birth of mankind.)

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Blood Type:[/B] O+

[B]Physical Appearance:[/B] 5'9", with shoulder-length gray hair and gray eyes. He wears a long, flowing trenchcoat and has a scar across his left eye. Of a medium build, and somewhat thuggish in apprearance. His looks are intimidating, to be sure, but he seems to radiate an air of trustworthiness to anyone willing to give him a second glance. His hands at first may seem large and clumsy, but they are dextrous and agile.

[B]*Special Ability:[/B] His blood is the cure of the demon virus and he is capable of sensing the virus in others.

[B]*Weapon:[/B] A pair of hand-made, fully customized pistols loaded with bullets containing his own blood.

[B]Personality:[/B] Somewhat aloof and anti-social, Zeke has grown accustomed to being alone, and he shows it. He is serious, but can show a dry, sarcastic humor when he wants to.

[B]Biography:[/B] Ezekiel was one of few angels who remained faithful to God during the first war of Heaven and Hell. He fought alongside Michael as second in command. His skill and cunning were renowned among those of Heaven, but after Lucifer's exile, he had no foe to triumph over, and he fell into despair. His name was a joke amonst angels, and he had lost all pride.

That's why he jumped at the chance to combat demons in the mortal world. It gave him a chance to regain his glory, and once again fall into the Lord's good grace.

Upon his journey to Earth, however, his memory was corrupted. He had no idea what he was or what he was capable of. He knew his name and he knew his purpose, but not why he did what he did.

After police officials witnessed the aftermath of one of Ezekiel's battles, he became feared as a criminal, wanted for several cases of homicide and assault with a deadly weapon. Hated on Earth by both sides, those he was meant to protect and those he was meant to destroy,he lives secluded in fear of what will come next.

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] You've seen my sample. Just look above.

[Lafleur]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: John Cage

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Blood Type: AB

Appearance: [URL=http://hyung-taekim.org/displayimage.php?album=11&pos=11]John Cage[/URL]

Special Ability: John has the ability to judge distance near-perfectly, which makes him an excellent sharpshooter with any weapon.

Weapon: C7A1 Assualt Rifle, C3A1 Medium Range Sniper Rifle w/ enhanced scope for night operations (Max. range 500 Meters Night, 800 Meters Day) 34 cm (8") Survival Knife.

Personality: John has been told he has a bit of a multi personality. John can be, at times, a very funny, friendly person who will stop at nothing (Literally) to get a laugh, and at other times he is a dead serious, intelligent person .

Biography: John had been born in Kamloops, BC to a middle-class Millitary family, who's ancestry had faught in every major conflict from The War of 1812 to Vietnam. Naturally, a lot of pressure was placed on John to become a Millitary man, being an only child he was the families only hope to uphold years of Millitary traditon.

He joined the Millitary College of Ontario at 18, where he got both his Millitary training and his general education. Graduating with high honours in both combat, engineering, and Millitary history, John was one of the most celebrated new recruits was offered an unprecedented offer to join the JTF2, a covert Special Ops unit based in Kingston, Ontario. John did not hesitate.

Unfortunatly, or fortunatly depending upon your perspective, he mysteriously contracted an unknown deisese that struck him without warning during a training excersize off the coast of Newfoundland. He was rushed to the local hospital, where he was examined. The Doctores were baffled, it appeared as though John was in perfect health but yet he was still in a coma. For advanced treatment, John was shipped the next day to an advanced desiese reaserch and control facility in New York City.

And what happened next, as they say, is history.

Character Snippet: It was late morning just off the coast of Newfoundland, and three unmarked, black Labradore Helicopters flew in loose formation to their destination. On the lead chopper, John sat, C7 Assualt Rifle propped againts his knee, legs hanging loosely out the side of the open chopper. The chopper was filled with 6 men, all JTF2 recruits with the exception of Commander Braseau, a large man who demanded respect and, more often than not, got it. He didn't look pleased with being assigned to testing rookies, but he seemed to be enduring the task.

"Commander, coming up on our target, touch down in less than 5." One of the pilots said without turning.
"Listen up, rookies." Commander Braseau shouted above the constant chopping of the Helicopter blades, "Our target is an oil tanker that has been hijacked by an unkown terrorist cell," It was a mock training excersize, "and they have delievered an ultimatum. Point is they're threating to blow up the oil tanker if they dont get yadadada. Obviously, our task is to stop that from happening. Check your weapons," Which, in this case, were fitted with laser-tracers so no one would get killed, "strap on your helmets, change your diapers."

The men had been given intel previous to takeoff, they were to clear the deck while Team 2 cleared the bridge, and Team 3 infiltrated the tanker hold and deactivated any explosives. There are believe to be 30-35 "Terrorists" aboard the Tanker (Mostly JTF2 veterns with Laser Vests and costumes) all of which had to be neutrilized before the mission was a success, with limited casualties to the 25 JTF2's.

The helicopter pulled into position above the tanker, and, on Commander Braseau's command, the men repelled onto the deck. The six men spread out upon touch down, creating a defensive peremeter and neutrilizing any and all threats. The deck was a maze of large, steel containers and the "Terrorists" could be hiding anywhere. Than somthing very, very strange happened. As John made his way through the seemingly endless maze, encountering no terrorists but hearing the occasional gunshot from afar, he felt as though was seeing things. It appeared as though a little, semi-transperent black cloud was following him. No, John thought, just getting paranoid, got to focus on the task at hand.

Than, as he turned another corner in the endless maze, he was not faced with a "Terrorist," but with the small, semi-transperent black cloud. John could swear it was grinning. If it wasn't for his better judgement he knew it was grinning wickedly. His nerve left him in an instant. His courage, his level headedness, all of it left him, and he could do nothing but open fire on it with his mock weapon.

It wasn't until well after the training had concluded that his unconcious body was discovered.[/COLOR]

[natchan]

O.o this sounds interesting... I'm in!

Name: Kita Sakurazuka

Age: 21

Gender: I'm a Girl!

Blood Type: O

Apperence: Make the blond a girl and thats exactly what she looks like, thats what she wears too. I know shes blond, but she dyed her hair.

Special Ability: She has a few Omyoji abilities, but not many. She has the ability to contain medium to lower level demons for a short time using an arrangment of wards she carries. And she has one spiritual attack, when she focuses her energy on a singal opponent for a period of time, undistubed that is, she may release an attack that would supress the demon long enough for another finish the job. This is an extremely hard attack for her to get off, but when it actually world its very useful.l

Weapon: Katana (Holy Weapon from family shrine)

Personality: Kita is the youngest child of 4, quite large for a Japanese family, so naturally shes the baby of the family. She kind hearted, sweet, loving, and soft spoken. She generally shy, but once you get her to say more than a sentence shes quite the conversationalist. Her determination to destroy evil is what drives her forward, especially ever since she met "him", the man in the grey coat. Her 2nd eldest brother was inflicted with the "virus", but saved in time, by the man in the grey coat. Kita fell immediatly in love with thought of running around and destroying evil. So her goal has become to find and help the man in the grey coat.

Snippet: Higen sat silently motionless as he meditated on the events from the days before. He had been infected with a type of "demonic" virus, and for an Omiyoji that was not exactly a good thing. He felt the darkness inside him become applified and begin to rise to a level af madness that he feared once broke the surface... would not pass unless he was killed. Then "he" came almost out of no where, tall and mysterious in the long grey coat, Higen feared this man at first, feared that he might be there representing death, and that he was there to collect his soul in the end of his life. Higen had been wrong though, in the last hour of his sanity... a savior came and freed him from the darkness which had consumed his soul, now he was free and the man in grey had dissapeared.

Higen's younger sister Kita had been by his side through everything, she had even recieved permanent scars from many outbreaks of rage that she tried to calm him from. As rebelious as she looked with her bleach blond cropped hair, and her many pericings and jewelry, his parents did not approve of her recent acts of independence. Higen had seen it her eyes the moment the man in grey walked away, he could tell that she wanted to follow him, wanted to assist him in his quest to destroy that was evil. He knew this and knew his sister enough that he also knew that she would leave. She had already waited 4 days since the incident, if she waited too long he would be impossible to find, but she wouldn't care.

Kita watched her brother from the doorway, less than a week ago he had been a raging sould of vengence and anger, now you coulodn't even tell that he had ever been that way. That was as long as you didn't look to closely at Kita, she had recieved many scars and small injuries from him when he began to loose himself. She didn't care though, because she cared for him more than anything.

[I]' The time has come.'[/I] She thought as she took a step into her brothers room. Higen tilted his head slightly.

"You're leaving now, yes?" He asked his voice was gentle.

"Yes." She answered simply.

"Do mom and dad know?" He had not turned in her direction yet.

"No." Her voice wavered slightly.

"How about Kitsu?" He was refering to the eldest brother.

"No." She could feel tears welling up as she said this. Higen turned on his hands to face her. His face was kind as he smiled at her.

"I will miss you... and I will let them know where you have ---" He was interrupted by a tear filled hug, and he returned the embrace. "Don't worry I will be fine... we know how this is to be fought now. It will not catch us off gaurd again.

[Zhara]

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Garamond]Name: Celeste Blacke

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: Picture below. I'm lazy, so sue me.

Special Ability: Enhanced agility, balance, speed, reflexes and strength...Almost cat-like.

Weapon: None.

Personality: She's hot tempered, cynical, quick to point out the flaws of others, but she's also loyal, steadfast, and charismatic. Her hard exterior is just that, a shell of her real self, the mask that the world sees. She loves vintage clothes, books, and has a fiery passion for music in all its forms. When she's not at her desk job, she can be found in a comfortable spot listening to a CD and reading a good book, completely oblivious to the world. But when it counts, she's there for whoever needs it.

Biography: She was the best on her school's track and cross country teams, always winning races and leaving her competition and teammates in the dust. This fueled an arrogant spark deep within her, eventually causing her to quit sports all together, thinking herself to be better than the other athletes. On her twentieth birthday, her brother went comatose, and she spent her entire day with him in the hospital. When he woke up, he grabbed her by the neck and started strangling her. But then, a man in grey showed up, and shot him in the chest. The last image in her mind before she blacked out was his face, the face she now searches for.

Character Snippet: "Mom, where'd you put the cake?" Shouting over her little brother's shouting, she pushes him into the couch and sticks her tongue out at him. "I win automatically, squirt, it's my birthday."

"It's on the table; do you want to blow out your candles now?" Her mom shouts from the kitchen. "And be quiet, you two, you'll wake the dead with that racket you're making!"

"Yes, Mom," they say in unison, silently wrestling to get to the dining room first. "It's my cake, lemme go!" Breaking free, she shoves him again, racing into the dining room and plopping down in front of her cake. Smirking at him as she walks into the room, she waits for their mom to light the candles. But a curious look crosses his features as he grabs onto the back of one of the chairs. After a moment of just standing there, he falls over. "Laz'? Lazarus, get up, that's not funny..." She goes over to him, shaking his shoulder. A sinking feeling fills her chest and her stomach knots up. "Mom! Mom, call 911, Lazarus just passed out!"[/FONT] [/COLOR]

[JT Darkfire]

All right, this is turning out a lot better than I had expected it to. I've got to admit, I was expecting another flop on my behalf, but it looks like I've actually found a good crowd. I just hope there are more people out there who are interested. I don't want this one to crash and burn like the others. It looks like it may be time for a little more more publicity. I'll try as hard as I can. After all, with this quality of characters, there's no telling how far this can go.

[Sakura]

[b]OOC: [/b]Looks pretty good. Let me know if I have to change anything.

Not done too well, but done none the less.

[color=Navy][b]Name:[/b] Sakura Hiwatari

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Blood Type:[/b] AB

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] [/color][font=Verdana][color=Navy][url="http://img301.echo.cx/img301/5099/girls836vv.jpg"]Here[/url], she wears a white, button up dress-shirt and navy blue cargo pants.[/color][/font]
[color=Navy]
[b]*Special Ability:[/b] Sakura can control the weather and manipulate it. [/color][color=Navy] She draws in the air a series of ancient symbols, and depending on which combination she uses, a different kind of storm attack will form, including anywhere from rain, thunder, lightning, to cyclones, floods, tornados. Sakura also has strong powers of telekinesis. Sakura hears warning calls through the wind, and can hear conversations etc. through it.[/color]
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[b]*Weapon:[/b] [/color][color=Navy][url="http://www.conqueronline.com/guide/images/tr.jpg"]Glaive[/url], it has a pair of little wings (like Sakura's sig. in CCS) on the green part between the red fabric strips. She can draw the symbols with it too, which enhances the power because the glaive has it's own store of energy.[/color]
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[b]Personality:[/b] [/color][color=Navy]Sakura's a determined person who has gone through many hardships in life. She has overcome each and feels she can accomplish anything that she sets her mind to. She's awfully stubborn and usually gets her way eventually after putting up a strong argument.

She's a quiet person, more introverted than most, only talking a lot when she's comfortable, though she will voice what she thinks at anytime.

Sakura doesn't accept love anymore and prefers to be cold, her reasoning is that she won't get hurt if she doesn't let anyone into her heart.[/color]
[color=Navy]
[b]Biography:[/b] In short, Sakura was born in Tokyo, Japan. Her parents were killed when she was 10 by a crazy guy with a big gun that when on a shooting massacre. She had a boyfriend that lasted 3 years, she found out that he had been double-timing her with another woman for 2 of those years. All in all, she didn't like love, it was a cruel thing that hurt.

Sakura decided to pick up weapons, and mainly focussed on blade weapons. She liked the glaive, how powerful it could be in the right hands. She got her own and added personal touches.

When she was age 18, she was attacked by the virus and saved by a mysterious man in grey. Then she discovered that her emotions affected the weather since she couldn't yet control her new powers, so she learned how to keep them under check so she didn't cause massive storms if she was extremely angry.

Sakura set about to killing demons that had been affected by the virus and stop them. Why? Because she didn't want others to live a life like her, losing the lives of loved ones as she had.

[b]Character Snippet:[/b] Sakura lay in the middle of an empty, green field. She stared at the sky with her hands under her head. Her glaive lay in the grass beside her.

The sky was quite clear, large puffy clouds hung in the air in clumps. She sighed and contemplated, she lived a pretty pathetic life. She didn't have any family, and she lived in the same house she had always lived in. Her expressionless face became a frown as she thought about love. She scoffed at it, to Sakura, there was no such thing.

In anger, Sakura picked up her glaive and hurled it through the air, not watching where it went. Her life had always been a misery, nothing good came of it.

Sakura got up and brushed off any grass that stuck to her. She used her telekinesis to bring her glaive back, instead of just searching for it in the field. She strode off, crunching blades of grass under her shoes.

Sakura was just vaulting the fence when she heard a scream carried on the wind, the wind told her it was quite far, so she ran out at a sprint, her eyes were hard and her grip around the glaive shaft tight.
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[missrelena]

Name: Millenear Delaney

Age: 23

Gender: Girl!

Blood Type: A+

Physical Appearance: pics below. . . long blonde hair and sky blue eyes. 5'6" tall, 125 lbs. She wears a white onesie-type suit trimmed in gold. She also has a bolero style jacket with golden crosses on the sleeves. Her cloak is black - warmer and doesn't show all the dirt. She can wear nylons and high heeled shoes, but she preferrs cotton socks and sneakers.

Special Ability: Holy Exorcist

Weapon: She can use her holy staff as a quarterstaff if needed.

Personality: She's bright and sunny, but tends to get serious when stressed. She does her best to bring light into the world by driving evil away. When it comes to her calling, she's very sure of herself -- she never questions her devotion to the light. She does, however, realize that darkness and evil are not synonimous. (sp?) Some [I]do[/I] serve the greater good from the shadows, like the man in the long gray coat.

Biography: Millenear was orphaned at a young age when her parents were killed in an accident. She was shipped from boarding school to boarding school by the state till she turned 18 and graduated from mandatory education. After obtaining her decently sized inheritance upon reaching her majority, she journeyed to Rome.

She has always been sensitive to spirits, both gentle and evil, demons and souls who are just looking for guidence. Because of this, she felt drawn to receive training in her abilities. She worked for many years as an apprentice in a secret sect of the church -- one who's only responsibility was to guide lost souls and exorcise those who would torment the living. She learned quickly and excelled with each trial. After three grueling years, she "earned her wings" and went solo. Now she goes from place to place, bringing light to those she can and banishing those she cannot.

Character Snippet:

Millenear began praying for all she was worth. She had exorcized countless spirits of all types, but this was by far the toughest assignment she had ever received. The little girl couldn?t have been more than six years old, but she was tearing the room apart as if she had the strength of a twenty year old bodybuilding man. Even Millenear?s calming spells had had no effect.

At first, the girl?s parents and doctors had assumed she was just very ill. But then, she had awakened like a monster possessed and began a rampage inside her hospital room. Fortunately, she had been in an ICU room, so there were no outside windows she could have escaped through. Millenear had been at the hospital, visiting a fellow exorcist. It had become very dangerous to be of their calling of late. She had heard the screams and crashes from down the hall and had come to investigate. The little patient was showing the same symptoms as the other recent victims that the cleric had worked her prayers over, but to a much stronger extent. To save those around her, however, Millenear knew she had to try.

Now she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in over her head. Her powers as a healer and exorcist were just not quite strong enough to save this poor soul. They weren?t even enough to save her own soul. The girl was now stalking her, a feral gleam in her eyes. They weren?t even human any more. Millenear was exhausted, and her prayers showed no effect at all.

Closing her eyes and the girl leapt for the killing blow, she gave one final prayer for the safety of those around her and for God to keep her soul safe. Then the miracle came. A man in a long coat flung the locked heavy door open and hit the girl with some type of light. It enveloped the child and seemed to squeeze out a cloud of darkness. The girl dropped, mid-leap, in a heap at Millenear?s feet. Then she squeaked the first words the cleric had heard her utter, ?Mommy??

The man nodded, satisfied, then turned and began to walk away. ?Wait!? Millenear called after him. ?Who are you? How did you do that? Please wait!? She chased him around a corner, but he was nowhere to be seen.

That was a month ago. Millenear has been searching for the man in the long gray coat ever since.

[JT Darkfire]

[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Arial Black][SIZE=3][CENTER]Extra Information[/CENTER] [/SIZE] [/FONT] [/COLOR]

Okay, everyone, this thing starts sometime between the 15th and 22nd of August, regardless of the number of people participating. I can't decide exactly when, but I will make it clear to anyone involved.

Remember how I said this would use the chapter system? Well, that's still my intention. I will be PMing each of you individually when it is your turn to post, so as to keep confusion to a minimum. That is one choice.

The other is a hand-off system, where the next writer is chosen by the current.

Either way, everyone will have their chance to participate, and will be given one week's time to complete their chapter (unless I am informed prior to the deadline). If the chapter is not completed, I will either choose the next writer, or the group will. It is up to you as a team to decide which option you wish to implement. The choice is yours. Majority rules in this situation, so choose wisely.

And don't worry if I take some time posting; it will be a bit harder to get on very often. You see, I start my new job on the 15th, but I won't let that distract me. I will be working on this story during nearly every available break I can get my hands on.




Oh, also; this is just a shameless plug, but I will be displaying the prequel to this series in OB Anthology sometime soon, so look out for [COLOR=DarkRed][B]Slain: Beginning of the End[/B][/COLOR]

[WoWLeroyJenkins]

Name: Fayt Baltaren

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Blood Type: A+

Physical Appearance: Fayt stands at 5'7'' not exactly tall. He is clean shaven, and seems to have no apparent scars. He has hazel brown eyes that shine when the sun hits down on them, but they are usually hidden behind his metallic colored sunglasses. He has brown hair that is very messy and goes in every direction. Fayt could usually be seen in his normal apparel of baggy blue jeans and short sleeved shirts with quirky things writen on them, or band names.

Personality: Fayt is a very laid back person but can be serious on the drop of a dime. Not exactly what you would call a socialist, Fayt does not have very many friends or people that he can trust. He is very cold to those he does not know. He also has animosity towards his parents. Fayt engoys bands like Led Zeppelin and Skynard. Underneath Fayt's tough exterior is really just a person that wants to get along with anyone that will outstretch any kind of kindness to him.

Biography: Fayt was the inheritant of the Baltaren will. But its not like he cared about that. All he wanted was the love of his parents. Greed in the eyes of his parents, they shunned Fayt. He became hard and left all of the world alone.

He was home schooled but he became rebelious and did not want to learn. In his spair time, he could find a calm in learning Ju Jetsu and other forms of karate. He became very skilled at it by the age of 20. Though years have passed, Fayt is still as hard as ever at those who shunned him.

Character Snippet: Fayt arrived home one night after a walk in the park. As he walked upstairs he saw his parents waiiting for him. This was very odd. Fayt walked up to them, tapping them on the shoulder. They did not move.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?"

Without answering, they both turned and faced him. His father walked up to him and with a quick jolt, grabbed for his throat. Fayt kicked him in the gut quickly and ran towards the stairs. Storming through the door, they had gotten behind him. He tripped up and had fallen in front of them, at their mercy.

Out of almost thin air appeared a man in a large trenchcoat. He pulled a gun out of his coat, and fired two quick shots, killing Fayt' s parents almost instantly. He was grieved in one way, but relieved that his life had just been saved in another.

"How can I thank you"

The man did not answer, he just calmly walked away. Fayt remembered that coat and that body and vowed to help that man in any way he could.

[Ikillion]

((Damn...it would be a crime not to join this, tell me later if you want me to change it.))

Name: Sven Kurono

Age 23

Blood type: O-

Physical Appearance: Sven stands about 5'11". He has jet black hair with a red bandanna around his forehead. He has light hazelnut eyes with a crimson scarf around his neck. He has on a crimson red shirt underneath a black vest that he wears. Along his pant line he wears a crimson sash that goes down behind his legs but still leaves the front of his legs exposed. He has jet black pants like his hair, and finished it off with black shoes.

Weapon: He only has a normal long blade sword and two handguns at his sides

Special Abilities: Sven has the ability to condense the water particles in the air into there solidified form. i.e., he can turn things into ice.


Personality: Sven is a guy who is more like a silent and deadly kind of person. He doesn?t talk allot from his past. When he is around others he doesn?t like to talk allotted he just would rather get on with what he needs to do than sit around and talk to people. He is a distant guy who will eventually be able to get along with people the more he can trust them. At times he tends to think that he hears voices in his head that tell him to do things

Biography: Sven grew up high in the mountains, where the air was thin which made it a hard place to live. There were constant snowstorms, and no matter what season it was, there was always snow and ice everywhere. Everyone in his family had a unique ability to be able to create and manipulate ice. Being high up in the mountains where they lived, it was always easier for them to practice without there ice melting so fast. One day when Sven was 10, he and his family where out training in the harsh conditions of a blizzard, there was an unexpected avalanche. Sven?s parents used all the power they had to stop the avalanche and to hide Sven in an ice prism. As there powers eventually failed their lives were lost in the avalanche.

When Sven awoke to find his parents missing, he spent days looking through the snow until he could no longer feel them and had to stop. Eventually, he was able to cope with the fact that his parents were gone. He then left the mountains where he was born never to return and to wonder this eternal plain that is known as earth to seek a purpose in life. Wile on his travels he also adopted the nickname ice dancer.

Character Snippet: Sven was walking down along the road of a seemingly country road, overlooking a large city. For a city in this day and age it seemed pretty big and many things were going on inside of it. He looked down at his palm as if almost saddened at it but wile never shedding a tear. Slowly after, a perfect diamond looking piece of ice formed in his hand as he started repeating words as he looked at it.

"My heart and soul has become as dark, as the ice in the air that I control."

He took the piece of ice and threw it up into the air and pulled out one of his handguns out from under his sash and pulled the trigger. As the pullet hit the flying piece of ice dead center, pieces of it flew gently down to the ground. The light from the sun reflected off of the ice, making it seem like that there were falling rainbows from a distance. He re-holstered his handgun back into the side of his sash and continued walking down the road into the city.

After he had reached the outskirts of the town he took his long blade sword off of his back and sat down on a rock trying to figure out why he hadn?t even gone and killed himself like the voices in his head told him to. He would be eternally at peace and wouldn?t have to deal with any of the responsibilities of being alive anymore.

"Ugh!" he yelled out loud wile almost punching himself in the stomach" Why am I even here! These last years...Why am I even here!" He started rambling off to himself. "Wait I remember now...threes something supposes to happen in this city...my parents said before they died......there?s something for me here."

He stood back up and put his sword back on his back and started walking off into the town. As he continued to walk into the town there was a sigh off a little ways away from where he was entering. The sign read "welcome to Los Angeles."

((That is my new character tell me if I need editing))

[Salvation]

[b]Name:[/b] Deirdre Ghent

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Blood Type:[/b] O+ (No longer completely human... the bio and snippet explains)

[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] Red Hair that comes down just below her shoulders. About 5' 6" tall, and weighs approx: 132 lbs. She has a scar on the right side of her face that comes past the back of her eye down to the middle of her cheek. Brilliant Green eyes and wears a Green T-Shirt with Black pants and a Short Black jacket. Very serious features, and is rarely seen smiling.

[b]*Special Ability:[/b] None as of yet (later on she develops abilities as her heart grows darker...)

[b]*Weapon:[/b] A gun in her leg holster and a dagger in each of her sleeves.

[b]Personality:[/b] Deirdre means "Sad one," and it defines exactly who she is. Her anger and confusion surpasses her sadness, to the point of becoming numb to all pain and violence.

[b]Biography:[/b]

She doesn't have a family, she was left in a garbage dumbster at birth. She hates herself for simply existing, and doesn't have ANY friends.

Unbeknownst to her, she has been chosen to be affected by the virus. But her will power is very strong, and her numb heart serves as a protection from this virus. Because she is numb to so many feelings, the power cannot engulf her heart just yet. But if she was ever to give into her anger, she would be turned. She doesn't understand what is happening to her, but because she was chosen to become a monster, she is beginning to develop abilities that she cannot comprehend just yet.

[b]Character Snippet:[/b]

[I]Deirdra looked over the rooftop, standing right on the edge. Her body felt cold as the wind slashed her from behind. She overlooked the city, and she saw the lights from the cars, and buildings. To anyone, such a sight would be breath taking, but to Deirdra, it was frustrating.

She looked at her hands and they were shaking uncontrollably. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. Every single time this happened, she struggled with herself, and calmed herself down... she wasn't sure how she was able to calm herself, but somehow, she was able to slow her heart from beating so rapidly...

She felt a chill come over her, but this was seperate from the chill that was blowing behind her. This chill crept up her spine, trying to engulf her, and making her body heat rise. She cursed at herself. A part of her wanted to jump, but those thoughts only encouraged the chill to run deeper. She quickly resisted such thoughts. She looked at her hands, and in a split second she grabbed her gun and shot a single bullet that penetrated the light fixture below. Relieved that she still had control over her senses, she jumped off the building and landed safely down to the new darkened alley beneath the shadowed buildings.

She stood there with her gun aimed at his head.

"Wha- what do you want?"

"Your head. Got a problem?"

"YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!!! ITS THE ONLY ONE I GOT MISS!!!" he started screaming.

Deirdra stared at the man and picked him up by the back of his neck and slammed his face into the alley wall.

"You're real cute, but I'm afraid it's not a literal statement that I'm making. I'm here for the bounty on you."

"You got the wrong guy I swear!" he said as his face was pushed even harder against the cold stone.

"I'm sure. Look, I'm taking you either dead or alive. Besides, I hate making mistakes... if you're not my man, then to save my reputation, I guess I should pummle your brain, one bullet at a time-"

"NO, alright, it's me, just don't kill me..." he begged.

A small smile crept over the side of her mouth. "That's a good boy." she said. He said some rather choice words as she picked him up by the hair and cuffed him. She loaded the child molester onto the back end of her motorcycle and made sure his slimy face was close to the end of her wheel.

"You'll never walk these streets again." she muttered as she started her engine.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You know, you're probably the best tracker in these parts... why don't you become a police officer, and join the honorable profession?" Sheriff Harris commented as he handed her her payment.

"My heart's not in it." she said simply.

"How can you say that? You've taken down every Godda-"

"I told you, I can give a crap about the slime in this city. As far as I'm concerned, you pick up one piece of trash, and another falls in the gutters. It's never done, and I don't see the glory in running after a cause that is never going to be acheived."

He stared at her, as she put the money into her wallet. "You're no better than the rest of them." he said angrily. She shrugged her shoulders and went out the door.

She put her helmet on and got on her bike. She stared at her shaking hands and rubbed her palms together. She shook herself off and drove out of the dying city.

As she drove, a white light flashed before her eyes and everything went black. Images of growing up in the ruins of the city she used to think of as home came flooding back. Smells of garbage on her clothing, Voices of children taunting her every step, the touch of cold rain on her body as she struggled to find shelter... Her body shut down as all the pain swept over her, and she lost control of her bike. She ran into the side of the wall and was thrown to the back of an alley where she woke from this nightmare. Blood seeped from her shoulders and legs as she lay beneath the garbage and puddles of sewage. Unable to move, she layed thinking of the anger deep in her. But something in her covered the black spot in her heart, making her go completely unconscious.[/I]

OOC: Let me know if this is okay :)

[JT Darkfire]

All right, we start on monday. I'll still be trying to work out who has first posting privileges while at work tomorrow, but don't worry.You'll all have the opportunity to write your chapter(s). Remember; everyone's character is accessible, but you need to respect the wishes of their creator. If you want to do something that seems unlike the way the character was originally intended to be, please contact the creator for permission. Also, before submiting your chapter to the Otaku Arena, please send me a copy. I wish to review it for spelling, grammar, and/or flaws in portraying a character accurately (be sure to inform me if you have permission to alter a character's actions). What I have written is the prologue, so I will continue my work on chapter one using a at least one available character.

I would prefer that not every character is introduced at one time, guys. Let's make this as close to a novel of the highest calibur as we can, okay? If this works out, it will probably be one of the biggest hits on the OB.So let's all stay focused, try hard, but most importantly, have fun.