Sign Up Highlander (M - LVS)

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[center][b][u][i]From the dawn of time we came; moving silently down through the centuries, living many secret lives, struggling to reach the time of the Gathering; when the few who remain will battle to the last. No one has ever known we were among you... until now.[/i][/u][/b][/center]

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[color=crimson]I am Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez, and I am an immortal. My time passed four and a half centuries ago, in a castle in Scotland belonging to my friend, and student, Connor Macleod of the clan Macleod, at the hands of a warrior known only as the Kurgan.

I was a casualty of a contest, a game, of sorts. A contest between only immortals. Shall I explain the concept of immortality to you? Very well.

An immortal is a being that has arisen again after the shock of a violent death. Once slain, they cannot be slain again, nor may they die of old age. How, then, did my time pass? As an immortal, should your head ever leave your neck... it's over. On top of that, all of your strength, all of your knowledge and memory, shall pass into the one who severs your head.

Immortals are not born. They are foundlings, orphans with no origin. And they are all destined to die, or win, this contest, and fight until the time of the Gathering.

There may be only one.

Or so it was, until the rules changed. A violent immortal, wronged in the past by Connor Macleod, or so it was to him, Jacob Kell, led a gang of immortals against Connor Macleod, and his younger clansmen, Duncan. Through trickery, Jacob Kell gained a vast number of immortal kills, more than twice as many as Connor and Duncan. It was only by Duncan slaying Connor, at Connor's whim, that their strength combined was enough to slay the errant Kell.

But the rules have been violated, and the nature of the game changed irrevocably. Ever since the dawn of time, it has been one-on-one, blade against blade. Kell's use of a gang violated those sacred rules, even more so when he slew them all himself to harvest their strength.

Now, bands of immortals have gathered together, under team banners in an effort to survive the new storm. A new test, a new Gathering. The winds of change have begun to blow. There may be only one, but that one is to be the leader of the victorious banner. There may be only one.

And I have gained my second chance. The banner of the Highlander must not be allowed to fall, the prize must not be given to one of dark intent!

There may be only one![/color]

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[color=teal] You are a part of a violent conflict arising among the immortals in the world. Now, more than ever, the need for secrecy is critical. Your role, be you Watcher, or Immortal, is vital to the survival of your team. Your team leader shall be the one to gain the Prize; the remainder of the team will be given normal lives, and normal stations, until such time as the Game is begun anew.

As a Watcher, your role is to take stock of the team, and note the status of the immortals within. It is your duty to keep them abreast of their skills, and their training. And above all, you are to do so without interfering directly in the coming conflict.

As an Immortal, you are gifted with eternal life. Your goal is to be a part of the team, bonded by time and strife and the spirit of camaraderie in your quest to gain the Prize for your team leader, the Highlander.

This shall not be an easy victory; immortals have begun to lose strength as those of the past have begun to return, their lives necessary to guide the younger immortals in the ways of the Game. The rules have changed; many fallen have been restored to their blades and lives to take up the sword in the honor of their team banner. Even so, it will be a long, cold night.

There may be only one.[/color]

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[color=gray] The required information is as follows.

[b]Name:[/b] Your name.

[b]Age:[/b] Your age in years, centuries, or millenia. Only FIVE immortals are timed to be older than 2,500 years old; Methos, The Oldest Immortal, and Cassandra, The Witch of Dunan Woods. Neither are intent upon the Game, though both rally under the banner of the Highlander. Three resurrected Immortals, the remaining Three of the Four Horsemen, Silas, Kronos, and and Caspian, are a vague match for Cassandra's age. Resurrected immortals count their 'living' age, not chronological age since birth.

[b]Affiliation:[/b] Either Watcher, or Immortal.

[b]Weapon:[/b] (Immortals Only) Your sword; only blades are used in the beheading.

[b]Apperance:[/b] Either a good description, or a picture, or yourself.

[b]Personality:[/b] Your general personality.

[b]History:[/b] A brief history of your time on Earth, within a few centuries. Even Immortals forget.[/color]

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My own signup.

[color=crimson][b]Name:[/b] Juan Sanchez Villa-Lobos Ramirez (Tak Ne)

[b]Age:[/b] 2,437 living years.

[b]Affiliation:[/b] Immortal under the banner of the Highlander.

[b]Weapon:[/b] A dragon's head katana, forged by Masamune himself. [img]http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/5800/connorkatana0xq.jpg[/img]

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/3347/ramirez8gk.jpg[/img]

[b]Personality:[/b] Generally, Ramirez is a genial, jovial man, his eyes sparkling with just the right mixture of seriousness and mischief. He is a patient and caring tutor, and strives to be the example those around him may look up to. Slightly confused by some of the modern-day devices, he is slowly adapting to the times as the months pass, leaving his abrupt resurrection in Glencoe, Scotland, behind. He has a slow, yet violent, temper, though he fights incredibly well and with a level-head.

[b]History:[/b] Beheaded by the Kurgan over four centuries ago, in Glencoe, he has lain dormant within the eddies of memory since his death. Now, with the rules changing and the Prize the coveted cup of a violated creed, the cosmos has restored him to his life at the spot of his death those many years ago to provide a balancing force against the onrush of violence. However, with his resurrection, Ramirez is surrounded by times and conveniences foreign to him, though he has begun to adapt under the tutelage of Methos, the Oldest Immortal, and Duncan Macleod, the 'cousin' of his one-time student, Connor Macleod.[/color]

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