Sign Up Guilty Soul (M-VL possible S)

[Engel]

[color=darkred][size=1]Welcome one, welcome all. Welcome to the latest collaboration from ULX and Duke, [i][b]Guilty Soul[/i][/b]. This is a fusion of Guilty Gear and Soul Calibur. Read on if you're interested.[/color][/size]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][i]Soul Edge...the ultimate weapon. Forged from the hatred of a thousand souls, bathed in the blood of commoners and heroes alike. It should not exist, it defies the laws that the Gods set upon this earth. It reeks of chaos, defiling and putrifying everyone who would dare grasp it's hilt.

Shortly after the events that took place four years ago, at the Lost Cathedral, things were beginning to settle again. Whispers of Soul Edge were still plentiful, but they were dimming. However, the one sword that was never brought into the limelight was also spoken of-Soul Calibur. The Spirit Sword, the true Sword of Salvation. The tales of these swords were melded over the years, and it was all just known as Soul Edge.

A dark force stirred at the Lost Cathedral, brimming in silence and brooding in darkness. Nightmare was reborn.[/i]

The Man shut the book, sending a plume of dust into the air. Shadows clung to his body, and he spoke in a changing voice.

"The ultimate power. The ultimate weapon. I have to have it."
Slowly, he turned to the machine he had been working on religiously in the 5 years since finding the ancient tome. A machine to let him travel back to the time when Soul Edge was at its strongest. Back in that great time of war, when strength was strength and weakness was death. The 16th Century. The time of the Azure Knight.

Tomorrow, he would turn the machine on, and send his agent back many centuries so that she could bring him his new toy. The newest source of power in his arsenal. He turned to I-No, and smiled, his teeth the only things visible in the darkness that perpetually surounded him.
"Well, I-No? Ready for your big trip?"
"Always ready, boss," she replied in a sultry tone.

"Very well...you know the time to be here."
"Indeed I do, boss." She smirked slightly while leaning against the desk, the short red skirt covering only her bare essentials. He smiled again, and then those white teeth dissapeared and the darkness seemed to shrink back with them. I-No was nonchalant about it, but the mere thought of seeing a man like Siegfried sent a wonderful chill through her body. There just weren't as many good-looking warriors in this time and age, none like Raphael. That was her main reason for going along with it. That, and That Man was a very...agreeable person.

However, I-No would have several unforseen, and possibly fun, obstacles along the way. Obstacles like Sol and Ky.

Despite having worked on it for several years, That Man's machine was not entirely stable. The warp energy released by it spread out greatly, making him glad he had been far from the site when the machine was switched on. I-No was not the only one sent into the past. Sol, who was in the area investigating That Man's machinations, and Ky, who was hot on his trail, were caught up in the blast as well, as were several other familiar and unwanted persons.

Even more unstable was the drop location - it seemed that no one arrived in the same place, scattered across the globe. I-No found herself in the middle of 16th Century Japan, and Sol was stuck in the sands of Egypt. Ky was annoyed to learn that his quarry was nowhere near Germany.

Ky mildly looked around, and realized he was in 16th century North America. Judging from the way the land was shaped, and the jagged coasts, he had dropped off into the Mexican Gulf. He didn't speak spanish especially well, but it should be enough to get around in this time and age. A ship was passing along, black sails declaring it a pirate ship.

Could it be? Cervantes....he had gotten ahold of an ancient tomb deciphering a few events of the history of Soul Edge. This is how most encounters had happened. In this state, Thunderseal lost somewhere behind him, he would be easy fodder. He had to wait for another ship, and escape to Japan or England. Search parties scoured the jungle for any survivors of the White Pillar of Light.

Meanwhile, in Japan, a Ronin named Mitsurugi saw a strange pillar of light in the distance. Could it be something related to Soul Edge? The Azure Knight? He took off to the north to investigate it. Maybe, he'd at least find a good fight. I-No was less than thrilled to be stuck in Japan, however, since she knew that Soul Edge was generally around Germany.

Still, she knew that some very interesting warriors could be found in Japan, and decided to wait a while before going off on her search.
The world was getting ready for a change. New warriors had appeared to do battle for the incredible power of Soul Edge, and history would never be the same. A guitar-wielding goddess; a fiery Gear; and a young, English swordmaster; these and more were about to have their destinies changed forever by that Ultimate Power. And destiny would guide them to a battle to change the world in ways never thought possible.

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Male, female.
[b]Appearance:[/b] Picture or a well written description. Always can do both.
[b]Nationality:[/b]
[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] No long-ranged weapons.
[b]Fighting Style:[/b] How do you use your weapon?
[b]Personality:[/b] Min. 1 paragraph. How does your character act?
[b]Goal:[/b] Why do you want to find Soul Edge?
[b]Writing Sample:[/b] Give us a taste of your style.

NOTE: You may have two characters. One from the Guilty Gear universe and one from the Soul Calibur universe. TWO ARE NOT REQUIRED. Also, we are taking original sign ups, but only a few.[/color][/size]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Name: Heishiro Mitsurugi
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: [URL=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y48/UnbornLordXion/scii_mitsurugi2.jpg]Here[/URL]
Nationality: Japan
Weapon of Choice: His katana, Shishi-oh

Fighting Style: Tenpu-Kosai-Ryu Kai; a mixture of straight-forward Kendo and Kenjutsu, mixed with some Iaido and Battoujutsu.

Personality: Heishiro Mitsurugi is a strong man, and he acknowledges this fact. Some might call him cocky, he says he's just aware of his own strength. He knows that not even the King of Hell could defeat his blade, and makes sure people remember his name when they meet him. He never, ever backs down from a challenge, and is always on the look-out for someone who appears strong. His confidence is boundless and so, some might say, is his ego.

However, Mitsurugi knows his limits. He is well aware that swordsmanship and strength are his only real talents, and thus is always on the road for the next opponent, and the next battle. Battle makes him feel alive, but when he's forced to do the work of the average person from time to time, he feels almost dead inside. He consistantly strives for that adrenaline, and will never stop chasing that glorious rush of blood in his temples until the day he is struck down.

Goal: Mitsurugi doesn't as much want to find Soul Edge, as he's seeking a strong opponent. The simple fact is, he wants to find Nightmare, specifically, who wields Soul Edge. And he wouldn't pass up an opportunity at wielding the Ultimate Weapon.

Writing Sample: Give us a taste of your style. [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#7D8593][B]Name-[/B] Neutria
[B]Age-[/B] N/A
[B]Gender-[/B] Female
[B]Nationality-[/B] N/A

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img288.echo.cx/img288/2193/misu4by.jpg]Neutria[/URL] is pure beauty standing at the height of 5?6? and weighing around 110 lbs. She wears a strapless [URL=http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/5093/orientalcorset6lh.jpg]black corset[/URL] that has red oriental designs covering the front and weaving lace ties on each side. She also wears a pair of black cargo pants and a black silk jacket, as well as [URL=http://www.djbooth.net/dj-equipment/dj-headphones-reviews/phones_MDR-V700DJ.jpg]headphones[/URL] hanging around her neck which enables her to listen to nothing but the music that pounds in her ears, red gloves, and black ankle boots that are steel-toed.

Her face is a flawless canvas that has an ivory cream color with slightly rosy cheeks, beautiful full cherry red lips, and sparkling slate blue eyes that are all accentuated by her flaming red hair that is, at times, hidden underneath a dark blue and burgundy red hat. This also distracts the eyes from her hourglass figure and slender yet muscled legs.

[B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] Niveus Tora Zoccolo (White Tiger Claw) and Svartur Dragao Kiel (Black Dragon Fang) are the names of her weapons, deadly and fierce, something Neutria has become familiar with. The pair of sais have begun to grow on its own, taking upon itself to advance its power and allow Neutria to wield it as she does. These weapons have an elongated length, longer than most sais, with a slight double edge to them, having a black lacquered handle and, strangely, a silver tsuba with the design of a lotus flower shaping the tsuba. The power the sais are intense, almost unnatural yet so convincing and natural with pure wrath exuding from its core.

[B]Fighting Style-[/B] Carrying the Zoccolo and Kiel, there is no mercy to come to those who face Neutria. She fights with absolute precision, her movements florid and graceful like a dance, never failing a step or faltering for a moment. A style shown as a beautiful dance to the untrained eye can be shown as a beautifully dangerous combative style for there is no one and nothing that could stand between mercy and death. She has seen the world always in color, blending the beauty that she?s seen, and never caring for what is right or wrong. She?s come to know it on a personal level, giving her the knowledge and sense to rarely make a wrong decision, allowing her to worry little of the consequences that would come from her actions. It is this that makes her style a flawless and surpassing dance with a whisper of death clinging at the tips.

[B]Personality-[/B] Neutria, a complex figure with the most mind-boggling characteristic one could come to know about who has a thirst for knowledge and curiosity that cannot be quenched and a hunger for battle that cannot be filled, making her either the most formidable enemy or the most trivial ally one could have with or against them. And being the bewildering character that she is, Neutria is still human with demonic intentions but still holds few beliefs and morals, though holding them adamantly. Albeit, she has the tendency to keep to herself and act in an apathetic way, showing others the indifference she has, yet managing to perplex others further, creating an even more elaborate persona of herself.

Granted, she may be quite the un-mastered puzzle, Neutria is a rare specimen showing the devotion she has to one thing and one thing only: to fight with soul. One could find that the way she talks and the way she fights are quite similar. Both are fluid and extraordinary, ringing out like a crystal bell in the morning breeze and both only heard or seen when necessary. The cause of this would be the results of the never-ending training she had submitted to in her young years and the darkness that her heart had seen for years upon years that gave her an undying spirit, something that burns with ferocity and viscosity.

Portrayed as a woman with jaded eyes that can see through the lies and deception and a calloused heart filled with malice and intimately know the souls of people to become distant and stoic, burning with a deep hatred to those who come off as dominative people, believing that they can use people and do whatever they will with them is exactly who she is. She?s been molded into a ruthless fighter with good intentions and has faced death more than once during the afflictions she would face by herself, never asking for help, which gives her the confidence she never found in her younger years. It seems that she truly is an enigma, a puzzle that can never be finished.

[B]Goal-[/B] To everyone else, Neutria is but a walking puzzle which no one can finish or even begin but what these stories of the two beautiful swords have become intrigue and will her to learn more, giving her a raging desire to become intimate with the swords, as if to know them personally. Yet, she will have nothing to do with the wars that have become to be against the cursed sword and the spirited sword. Though, using the powers of both swords may come in handy, not for power and success but for something else, what it is that she wants is unsure. Perhaps, just a fight is all that she?s looking for.

[B]Writing Sample-[/B] [B]Writing Sample-[/B] Taken from Guilty Gear: Rebirth of Outrage

The night air was soft but not calm. Something stirred the once tranquil current of the breeze and caused Neutria to become aware that someone was moving through the night and moving quite fast. Then, something else stirred the serenity of the night; it felt as if it were a group. Neutria felt the winds and believed it to be humans and gears that lurked through the dead of night, echoing their actions as they did.

?I wonder what sorts of adversities I shall meet tonight. Only way to find out is by lurk the shadows.?

Leaving with a smirk on her face, Neutria managed to jump from a high roof and land safely on the ground. She straightened herself before walking away from the alley and disappears into the shadows. She was agile and silent, just as the falcon is at night. She was able to come out on the other side of town, while grabbing a few things on the way, but leaving money for the poor.

As Neutria walked through the desolate town, she became thirsty and decided to have a drink. Luckily she was near a local tavern and walked in, eyes suddenly located themselves at the entrance and found Neutria. This had not made her uncomfortable or even weary; it had made her feel nothing. She was indifferent to everything around her and merely took a seat at the counter. A bartender attended to her and she asked for the best drink in the bar.

What a quaint, little tavern. Her drink was served and Neutria took a sip. It pleased her mouth and she was soon seen taking shots of it. What a wonderful drink. It is delightfully tart and zesty. Quite delicious. Though, these men that approach seem to want something.

Never wrong, three men had approached Neutria and had blocked her in. Several people began to murmur and whisper, while others watched intently on what the woman might do. Two of the men placed an arm on the counter, while the other stood behind Neutria with his hand on her shoulder. Neutria waited patiently for them to leave.

?What?s a pretty lady like you doing in a bar like this? Why don?t you come out with us and we?ll show you a better time??

?Yeah, we know how to party until the break of dawn.?

Silence hung in the air and Neutria was still drinking the house specialty as if there was no tomorrow. The men were getting quite anxious and impatient with her. The third man, who stood behind Neutria, soon removed her headphones and put his hand across her back and onto her right shoulder and leaned closer.

?I don?t think ya heard us right, sweetheart. We said for you to come with us. We?ll show...?

Groaning, the third man was on the ground, clutching to his manhood. The other two looked to Neutria, who still drank the drinks that kept coming. They looked to each other and tried to grab her but the two were soon entangled by Neutria?s whip. At this moment, the spikes were in a dormant state; therefore, it was safe... for the time being. When she cracked it, the men were spun outward and fell on top of their friend. Neutria still drank whatever it was she was drinking and paid no attention to the three.[/color]

[color=#BD008B][B]Name-[/B] Tira
[B]Age-[/B] 17
[B]Gender-[/B] Female
[B]Nationality-[/B] Unknown

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/6807/tira3oj.jpg]Tira[/URL]- The one and only beautiful Tira.

[B]Weapon of Choice-[/B] Ring Blade- Aisel Nedrossel
[B]Fighting Style-[/B] Dance of Death- With the Ring Blade, Tira takes full advantage by slicing and cutting her way, while at the same time combating with them.

[B]Personality-[/B] Tira, also known as the ?Misguided Angel of Death?, the bringer of death with the Ring Blade- Aisel Nedrossel in her hands was raised to become highly skilled in the arts of assassination, making it her sole purpose and goal. She had been given the thoughts that murder is the only way she would respond to anything, normally responding with a great deal of joy. Soon enough, she sought after the cursed sword, Soul Edge, to keep for herself but merely became a servant of its evil. Born among the ?Birds of Passage?, Tira felt caged and could not be free but when the Evil Seed rained down, she was freed from her confinements and found herself flying into the outside world on unsteady wings. Much like the azure knight, Nightmare, and Soul Edge, she is ultimately just as evil as they perhaps even more.

[B]Goal-[/B] Having lived a life of assassination and soon taken in to live a life of normality, Tira felt she was
While she lived an ordinary life with an ordinary family in an ordinary city, she felt fundamentally different from others, and knew that she could never live in peace with them. She began a life of aimless wandering, and one day learned of the massacres caused by Nightmare. She had found someone else like herself - and accepted the dark will unto herself.

Now a faithful servant of the cursed sword, she has two tasks. One, she is to destroy the spirit sword and free the cursed sword. Two, she is to locate a new host for the cursed sword. Tira, with her dark wings, flies out to the world, in search of her destiny.

[B]Writing Sample-[/B] ?Destroy the Spirit Sword and find me a host? were the words that became embedded into the Death Angel?s mind. It is her duty and job to serve Soul Edge and do he wishes, knowing that they are alike in many ways and will continue to be. She now searches to destroy the spirit sword but at the same time, searches for the disturbed and pure evil soul she can find, also searching for anyone who may come to her and try to stop her from her job.

?There she is!? Shouts came from
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[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] I-No
[B]Age:[/B] Appears to be mid twenties.
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a103/unpuresoulz/top-ino.jpg]I-No[/URL]
[B]Nationality[/B]: Unknown
[B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] An [URL=http://transcending-love.net/sanctuary/i-no.jpg][U]electric guitar[/U][/URL].
[B]Fighting Style:[/B] I-No has a very varied style, that, simply because she uses a very unique weapon, can't exactly be pinned down. With a combination of hard hitting martial arts and bludgeoning people with her guitar, I-No can match any man, or women, no matter what style they choose to use. She also uses her guitar to send out screeching waves of power to knock her opponent into confusion.

[B]Personality:[/B] I-No is a good looking woman, and she uses this to her advantage in any situation--doesn't matter what gender, or even what race (or mental state, it seems). I-No's first instinct will be to flirt, then destroy. She likes to have fun with her opponents and will chat with them beforehand, this strategy, naturally, seems to work much better with males.

Out of the battle field I-No is pretty much the same. She flirts with her friends and cons people into buying her free drinks whenever the opportunity arises. She's a party girl and tries her best to involve whoever she's with at the time (whether it be personal or professional) to come out and have a good time with her.

She's manipulative, but not in a cruel way, and uses her keen intelligence to bend things in the way she wants them to go. She does care about a select few people, however, and will be loyal and true to them throughout.

[B]Goal:[/B] Why? Simply because she has the hots for her boss. But seriously, I-No isn't too bothered about finding the Soul Edge, but if she does, it would be nice.

[B]Writing Sample:[/B] I'm not sure what you want to be here, so I'll wait for your sign-up, Spence.[/SIZE]