Zephyr

A look of agitation and concentration remained constant as he looked at the map, and listened to the accounts of how the lines had changed. Over the years none of the gangs in the area simply refered to as The Slums had managed to make any significant progress in taking and holding new territory. The streets bordering each gang's terriroty changed hands faster then money in Las Vegas. As of a few months ago, that was the case. However, things change. "So, we've been pushed back to 28th Street? That's not good." Phelan was speaking to the large friend that had been the first to welcome him back. "How did this happen, David? No one around here has ever managed to hold new land for long." "Yeah, but those Diablo bastards hit us hard after they killed Russ. We only stopped them after Sandra took over and stopped the power struggles." A look of saddens passed over David's face before being replaced by anger as he spoke the next few words. "And we lost a lot of good people." At the mention of that Phelan looked over to a wall with motorcycles parts hanging from it. Each one represented a friend that had been killed, and the list had grown. The time to mourn the lost would have to be put off, because at the moment one of the gang's scouts came rushing in. "We've got a problem, boss." The scout looked at Phelan as he spoke. This pissed of Sandra, who was sitting off in the corner, but she remained silent. "What's wrong?" "Off in the old schoolyard. A gang war. It looks like the leaders and other higher-ups of both the Koteiro and Marja are fighting and honor duel. To make it worse, I spotted a Diablo group headed that way." Phelan cursed under his breath. "Damn. They must be trying to take out a few more leaders and disorganize things worse. I couldn't care less about the Koteiro and Marja's squabbles right now, but we can't let those Diablo pricks get the upperhand on other gangs and their land." Phelan stood up and grabbed his helmet, David followed suit, and Sandra just scowled at them. "I need two more able bodies to join me." He shouted to the other gang members. "We are going to stay out of this fight, unless the Diablos give a reason. And I sincerly hope they do give us a reason." Phelan and David we joined by a two of the newer recruits. Each one of them was armed with a long metal pipe or baseball bat. The drive took a bit longer then expected, but the roundabout route made sure they avoided any pointless fights. They finally stopped in an alleyway not far from the fight. David was searching the area with a pair of binoculars. "No sign of the Diablos, yet, but those are definately high-level people from the other two. I can see Kajo, and Alno, but I can't tell who he is facing from this angle." "Let me see." Phelan took the offered binoculars and took a look. "Sh*t! That's Treana. Koteiro's meanest bitch. I've heard others say that fighting her was more dangerous and stupid then how I ride." David looked shocked for a moment, before a thought hit him. "It can't be her. Reports say she disappeared a while ago." "Looks like they were wrong." Phelan lowered the binoculars and looked at the rookies behind him. "No one moves out without permission from either myself or David, got that?" The pair nodded. "Right now they last thing we need is find ourselves in the sights of both the Koteiro and Marja gangs. If we do move out remember, we are only hunting Diablos." That said the quartet sat back and waited for the fight to start. OOC: I think my originality center is off tonight. Diablos was the best name I could think of for the gang that opposes Phelan's. :animeswea

[quote name='Burori']I believe it to be both the parents (whom are dumb as rocks) and the producers ( whom also are dumb as rocks) [/quote] Now, now. Let's not go insulting others. After all, when the last time a rock did something bad to you on its own? :D I would think it would be more cost-efficient for the producers to print up a brief guide on better parenting, then smack the parents over the head with it when they blame Sesame Street for their f-ed kids. I do have a solution for the overweight kids that do not stop sticking their hands in cookie jars and blaming it one the Cookie Monster. Place a primed mouse trap in the jar. Sure the kid may lose a joint, or more if they're really stupid, but even they would learn to stay out of the jar. Of cousre you will need a few back-up plans in case they learn to avoid the trap. Perhaps something along the lines of the infamous Laxative Cookies/Brownies. Besides, if a basic primate can figure it out after the first few tazer shocks, even the youth of America can learn it (it just may take a few more shocks). :animesmil (I truly am sick and twisted)

[quote name='Jahjahwarrior17']Why do they show panties so much in anime? [/quote] Simple. To give depraved people like me something to amuse ourselves with, in addition to blood, violence, foul language, suggestive themes, and explosions. :D Besides, you can tell a lot about a character by those shots, especially the ones who actually do wear white panties. (And if you don't understand that reference you are not depraved enough) There is, however, such a thing as too much fanservice, as the anime Ikki Tousen demonstrates in every episode. It is fun to see how creative the animators are with those scenes. ;)

OOC: I like Neuvoxetere's character. Such an interesting balance. Three days had passed since Phelan found himself back on the streets of his hometown. In that time he had slowly learned more about his unexplained ability, and had finally mastered a great deal of control. A few painful lessons had been necessary to learn, but it was better then finding out about his limits durning a bad situation. After three days it seemed it was time to join back up with his old gang. Living alone on the streets was no fun, even with such strengths. The rain hadn't bothered to let up, but had slowed down to a heavy drizzle for now. Grey overcast still dominated the sky, and cast a gloomy shadow over the streets as Phelan flew down them at top speed. A flash of red caught Phelan's attention as he took a shortcut through the middle of a park, but it disappeared behind a stand of trees quickly. [i]Hmm. Guess I'm not the only one stupid enough to be out in this weather.[/i] Phelan's destination was an old, abandoned car repair garage a few blocks from the heart of town. The area was a warzone, always had been. To those living saftey at home on the other side of town it would have been refered to as a ghetto, or "the projects." To the gangs that inhabited the area it was home, and a chunk of concrete and steel that was worth beating each other over the head for. Even the police would never wander far into the area. Time had taken its toll on the garage, but the motorcycles parked around the building proved that the gang was still around to use it. The sound of his motorcycle approaching drew out a few of gang members. Some stood there shocked as the familiar bike, while others, probably new recruits, readied themselves for a fight. One particular person walked right up Phelan as he parked and dismounted. "So the rumors are true," the short, but bulky figure said with a smile, "your scrawny ass [i]is[/i] still alive." Phelan smirked. "You're just pissed that you never got to take my bike, you ugly behemoth." Laughter boomed from the short man's mouth, and he slapped Phelan on the back. "Too true, my friend, but that is another story. Things have changed in the three years you were locked up." [i]Three years!?![/i] Phelan hid his suprise at the comment and continued to listen. "Russ was taken out a few months back in a sudden gang war. Since then Sandra has taken command, and you know what she thought of you to begin with." As if summoned by her name Sandra appeared in the door to the garage. Sporting the same demin and T-shirt look as Phelan it was obvious she was part of the same gang. What set her apart was the spiked hair with orange coloring, and enough metal piered into her face to make a metal detector burn out. Simply put, even compared to the rest of the gang she was downright ugly and cold-blooded. "So, you had the gall to show up here again? You shouldn't have bothered." Her words were laced with the same venom he had always recieved from her. This time they were backed up by a pair of heavyweights standing behind here. The average bottom-feeders that sucked up to the leader. "Unlike you, I don't abandon my friends when it suits me." Phelan retorted, not bothering to hide his hatred of her. His statement seemed to piss her off, badly. "They're no longer your friends!" she screamed. "You no longer have a claim to this gang since you ran off with you tail between you legs." "Is that what you call it when someone makes a fool of you durning a fight, just before being arrested?" This time his tone was level. It hid nothing, and revealed nothing. "Even after all this time you are still pissed about it? Even considering that I returned here after three years in lockup?" "You shouldn't have bothered. Your friend there may accept you back, but I do not." With that the two heavyweights behind her moved in. "There is nothing you can do to redeem yourself, and be be accepted back." "Oh, really?" Using a good deal of concentration Phelan forced the gravity around Sandra and her bottom-feeders to increase. As the energy got stronger all three fell to their knees, and Phelan focused another gravity well on them from the garage wall. Sandra and her posse flew back and stuck to the wall as if glued to it. Phelan calmly walked forward and stared her straight in the eye. "It seems the balance of power has shifted. I don't how I can do this, but now that I can you are out of your league." Phelan spun on his heal and faced the other gang members. "Anyone else have a problem with me returning?" OOC: Whew. That was a long one. This RPG is moving fast.

The world seemed to spin as Phelan leaned his head against the wall. Right now it was taking all of his effort just to stand and avoid vomitting from the feeling of vertigo. Slowly the feelings subsided, and he took a look at his surroundings. The tiny 8' x 8' foot room was all too familiar, with it's buzzing flouresent light, and cold concrete walls. The only decore was a bed, sink, and toilet, with a few books tossed about. [i]That's right. I screwed up big time and got caught. But, why does the room seem suddenly smaller?[/i] While trying to understand how the room had managed to shrink, he caught sight of himself in the mirror over the sink. [i]What the...! How did I managed to age like this overnight?[/i] Before he had time to think further about it the door to the confinement room opened and a familiar, and similarly older, bulk filled the door frame. "Up and at 'em, you little dirtbag. You're being released." The voice was followed by a set of clothing landing on the bed. "I'll be back in five minutes to throw you out, regardless of whether you have changed or not." With that the door slammed shut and Phelan was left to change. It was a good thing that he had not grown too much, thanks to early growth spurts, and that his clothing had been oversided to begin with. [i]At least they still fit. Just a little more unconfortable.[/i] As promised the cop returned five minutes later and tossed Phelan out onto the city streets once more. The strangest thing was that they were returning his motorcycle to him, too. [i]Who brided him for that little miracle?[/i] Once more the officer's voice reached out and lashed at Phelan's ears. "I don't ever want to see your little ass in this station again. Got it?" "Yes sir, officer sir." Phelan retorted with the highest level of mock sincerity, before turning back to his bike. [i]You fat, doughnut-eating prick.[/i] Without so much as a glance back Phelan gunned the bike's engine and sped down the street at his usual insane speeds. [i]What am going to do now? The group (biker gang) wont let me back after this.[/i] Not even thinking anymore Phelan just drove, taking the corners at high speeds, and darting around traffic. Even he had no idea where he was going. At these speeds the wet pavement had begun to become less reliable. A few times it seemed that he would find himself plastered against a wall, but every time it felt as if something had pulled him back from tilting over. Too bad his luck ran out just before a bridge. His bike swerved wildly as it hydroplaned over a large puddle. He slammed into a guardrail and was tossed over the edge. [i]Oh sh...![/i] was all he thought as the water got closer. He closed his eyes and prepared for the impact. It never came. Looking down he saw that he was floating just above the water, which rippled with the rain. [i]Whoa![/i] A smirk crossed his face as he slowly "walked" across the water to the shore. [i]I bet the group will let me back in when I show them this little trick.[/i] Phelan laughed as he continued walking, until he lost concentration and fell into the water. [i]Maybe I should learn to control his ability first.[/i] Once more Phelan made it to his bike, and sped down the street.

I would have to say that Corbenik from .Hack//Quarentine was the worst of the ones I have fought. You expect the final boss to be the toughest to beat, but this one was almost exactly the same as the bosses (called Phases) that you fight several times through out the four games. You spend a period of thirty minutes just cutting away a few life points with each hit until it dies. Even the attacks it hits you with are too predictible. The only thing that made Corbenik difficult was the fact that it changed into three forms, so it was like fighting three (easy) bosses in a row. Then again, the game was more about the story then the gameplay.

I live in northern IL, but the only team I ever follow is the Iowa Hawkeyes (mostly football, but sometimes basketball). All I know about the Illini this year is that someone (I think Ohio State) handed them their ***es a few weeks ago, bursting their no-losing streak, and their egos.

[b]Name[/b]: Phelan Cross [b]Age[/b]: 18 [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Appearance[/b]: Phelan stands at 6' 3" and has a thin, but well-muscled frame. His hair is midnight black, and his eyes are a light-blue/silver color. His usual attire is a pair of black jeans with several holes torn into them, and kneepads sewn onto the front of its knees. He also wears a white T-shirt with grease stains, a blue denim jacket with the arms torn off, and gloves that lack the fingers. [b]Power[/b]: Phelan can control gravity, to a limited degree. He is able to negate, reverse, or even amplify the effects of Earth's natural gravity, or can create temporary gravity fields in mid-air. The amount of space he can affect is based on how strong the fields are, and how much energy he can spare. [b]Personality[/b]: Phelan is a stubborn, stuck-up s.o.b. He tends to look down on others, and is often starting fights with those who disagree with his viewpoints. In addition to that, he seems to have a death-wish, as he is obsessed with taking his motorcycle out and driving wildly at high speeds. [b]Bio[/b]: Having grown up in a large city orphanage Phelan was always looked down upon by others with families. He was always in trouble for starting fights, and learned early on how to deal with the average street brawl. At the age of 14 he joined up with a local biker gang, and earned quite a reputation for his driving, both within the gang, and within the local police precincts. If not for a mistake that landed him in the county lockup he would have remained just an average street punk. Destiny, however, had another plan for him. It so happened that at the time NASA scientists had begun to search the police lockups for "expendible humans," ones that no one would even notice were missing. Since then things have become much more insteresting in his life.

The hardest task? That's a good question. I can't think of an overall hardest task, so I will stick with a more recent, and very difficult task. Right now all I can think of is beating chapter 6.5 in [Gundam] Battle Assault 3. Just imagine being confined in a tight area, against two enemies. Not hard enough? Okay, add on a minute-and-a-half time limit, a Gundam that is best for close up fighting (maybe medium range), and pit him against an enemy that likes to get in your face while his buddy shoots you from long range. It took me about three days of button-mashing, losing, and swearing to finally find a successful fighting style to beat them within the time limit. (And running out of time just before landing the winning shot really pissed me off)

*Puts down the bottle of Jaegermeister, and backs away.* :alcohol: It looks kind of like Sailor Moon after an acid trip gone horribly wrong. I am not a fan of the PPG's series, but at least this [i]looks[/i] better then the American series. As it is, I don't like the idea of remakes being handled in two different countries at once, those whoe have seen G Saviour will know why. On a side note, is it just me, or does the one on the left (one with the mallet) remind anyone else of Son Goku from Saiyuki in his demonic form? Or am I just nuts?

Glass spread across concrete and tiled floor as a wall placed rock flew into the convenience store's front window. Francesco flew through the new opening and landed heavily with the sound of crunching glass. Inna just rolled her eyes as she used the front door. "You could have just used the door, like everyone else." "Now where's the fun in that," Francesco replied in his usual emotionless voice. "Besides, you don't want to me to kill anyone, so I have to amuse myself somehow." Without another word he proceeded to ransack the store's selection of cold meat. He really prefered fresh meat, but wth Inna hovering over his shoulder there was little chance of going on a hunt. After eating his fill, Francesco tossed some food, drinks, a map, and a few first aid items into a bag. The pair exited the small shop through the rear entrance, and found themselves in a back-alley. Next to the door was a motorcycle, one obviously designed for speed, with the keys still in the ignition. "I guess the owner isn't too bright. Good thing." Inna looked at him, confused, as he started the bike and checked the gauges. "Do you even know how to ride that thing?" She asked. "More or less. It's similar to one the scientists trained me on. Guess they wanted to enusre I could move quickly, if need be. Hop on." Inna looked a bit leary about riding on a motorcycle, and stood back. "Didn't you say you wanted to visit New York?" Francesco looked over, and held out the only helmet on the motorcycle. "Just think of the fun we'll have." The start of smile appeared at the edge of his lips as thoughs raced through his mind. OOC: Anyone else wonder what evil he is plotting?

OOC: Yay! Anarchy okay'ed my idea to run two characters. :D Name: Alexander Cross Call sign/Codename: Spectre Age: 26 Gender: Male Side: Freedom Fighter Nationality: American Appearance: Alexander is 5? 11? tall, has dark-brown hair, green eyes, and a body that people joke is ?thin as a fence post.? His years of military training have left him with well-developed muscles, however. His face is generally gentle, but can be quite frightening when he is angry. During his off periods, or when not in the field, he can be found wearing a white T-shirt, his military dress slacks and tennis shoes. He rarely dons a full dress uniform. While out on a mission he wears a black jumpsuit, black boots, black gloves, and a black ski mask. While he is out scouting his appearance varies depending on the area. Personality: Alexander is generally an easy going person, who often disregards minor military protocols (like wearing a proper dress uniform). He will, at times, try to irritate Amanda (see next sign-up) in order to drive her mad, but he gets away with it, usually, since it is all in good fun. Among others he has a gregarious nature that lets him make friends easier, but he will still be strict with them if they do something to push his limits. During a battle situation he becomes very serious, and surprises others by actually following protocol. Bio: Growing up in a military family didn?t leave Alexander much leeway with what he would do after high school. He was pretty much expected to join up and defend his country after graduation. During basic training he showed an amazing aptitude for the lessons that were drilled into his unit, and was scouted for the Special Forces. Thanks to having taken after-school theater classes he found himself being trained as a scout, with extra lessons in breaking and entering, and computer hacking. Alexander?s climbed the ranks over the years before being offered to train his own unit. It was at that time that a chance encounter dropped Amanda into the light, and later into his unit. Their skill as a unit finally brought them to the attention of the Freedom Fighters, who offered Alexander a spot in their New York offensive. Alexander agreed, but on one condition, that Amanda would accompany him. Weapons: 9mm silenced pistol at the base of his back, combat knife in his boot, and a pouch containing a dart gun and several poisoned darts. Enhancements: Implanted weapon (tazer in his right hand), Night-vision, Analyze, Telepathy, Quick fingers, Bedlam, Stamina [center]------******------[/center] Name: Amanda ?Amy? Fitch Call sign/Codename: Cold-eye Age: 23 Gender: Female Side: Freedom Fighter Nationality: American Appearance: Amanda is 6? 2? tall, has short black hair, ice-blue eyes, and a slightly larger muscle mass then Alexander. If not for the almost constant scowl, and disturbing attitude, she would qualify a beautiful to many people. Her right ear is pierced at the top with three silver rings, another sign of the unit?s lack of protocol. While not in the field she wears jungle-camo pants, a T-shirt, combat boots, and a denim jacket with the arms torn off. In the field she wears the same black jumpsuit/boots/gloves/mask combo as Alexander. She will also change appearance for scouting missions, but stays a distance from Alexander and watches over him. Personality: Amanda has an abrasive personality that shuns most people away. Those willing to look past this exterior mask quickly realize that she is just the same deep down. She absolutely hates anyone that shies away from her when she stands up to them, and respect, and even likes, those who are willing to stand up to her. She is easy to agitate, as Alexander proves often, and will shout back and sometimes strike those who really push her. Regardless of these personality quirks, most people say they would rather have her as a friend then a enemy. Bio: Ever since the beginning of high school Amanda has been a rebellious person. She was caught started, and more often ending, fights, ditching classes, and causing a greater workload for the police. After being expelled from classes for her junior year, Amanda?s parents had finally had it, and send her to nearest military boarding school. Even the military school found her to be a handful, and was forced to throw her into a jail cell many times for attacking her instructors. It was one such occasion that brought her to the eyes of Alexander. While watching her fight off several drill instructors, when visiting the school grounds to scout talent for his unit, he noticed potential, and despite requests for him to reconsider, he chose her to join his unit. From there his spent a great deal of time trying to break her rebellious spirit, but only succeeded in tempering it, and making her fight harder. It is still questionable if she will always follow Alexander?s orders, or one day go rouge, but one thing is for sure, her skills are nothing to be trifled with and the pair fights together as though they were a perfect match since birth. Weapons: 9mm silenced pistol at the base of her back, combat knife in her boot, a high-tech sniper rifle, and a massive sniper rifle, referred to as ?The Cannon,? that can shoot through walls and armored vehicles (like a Humvee). Enhancements: Night-vision, Telepathy, Stamina, X-Ray, Strength, Analyze, Accuracy

[quote name='Zeffie']Thanks a lot! :animesmil Yeah i think those are worth it too so i'll give it a try, although it'll probably take me longer since i have like over 600 left! :animestun[/quote] It shouldn't take too long for you. A lot of the pieces can be bought in the stores, and most of the rest can be upgraded (or even downgraded) in the Spring of Mist. Some of the highest level items in Omega Sever you will have to get from the Gott Statues, but the rest you can use the Springs for (there are no rares on the list). All in all it took me about a month to a month-an-a-half to finish the quest (I think), but I still am undecided about the quality of the prizes. Some are good, some suck, but at least you get the song Yasashii Yoake (end theme from .Hack//SIGN) to listen to. My advise: use online item lists to find anything you have trouble obtaining. I did. ;)

A quiet sigh escaped Francesco's lips as he leaned against the tree. It was the first calm moment he had gotten in the last twenty minutes. A few yards away Inna was running about wildly through a knee-deep creek. The water seemed to occupy her mind enough to turn her attention away from grappling onto Francesco's arm, or spouting long sentences that rarely had ends.Despite the incessant babbling it was good to see another child of INFINITE. A noise caught Francesco's ear, and immediately he dropped down behing a small bush nearby. Down the way a dust cloud was being kicked up by an approaching vehicle. Francesco turned his head and spoke sharply. "Inna..." he said, waving his hand. The happy-go-lucky girl stopped and moved up next to Francesco, who was drawing a knife in expectation of a fight. "Stop it!" Inna almost shouted out loud as she grabbed Francesco by the wrist. "Don't kill anyone." A look of genuine worry appeared on her face, but was it for the humans in the truck, or for Francesco? "They are a blight on this world. We must get rid of them." Francesco stated coldly, trying to break Inna's iron grip. "No! No more killing! I wont let you kill them." The look in Inna's eyes changed to that of resistance to his plan. It was stange to see her willing to challenge someone openly. [i]Damn it[/i], was all that Francesco could think. He wasn't willing to go so far as attacking his "sister" just to kill a few humans. Quietly he sheathed his knife and let the truck pass. OOC: Inna is a difficult character to create lines for. It's hard to keep her from seeming too agressive. :animeswea

[quote name='Inuyasha-Lover']Zatch Bell is a great show. Even though when they put it on the air they got rid of Yu Yu Hakusho. Will they put it back on the air?[/quote] Count on it. Yu Yu Hakusho is one of their top animes. They probably took it off becuase they ran out of dubbed/edited episodes. When they get enough for another decent run they will toss it back up. Back to the matter at hand, Zatch Bell (Gash Bell) is both a unique and amusing anime. The storyline seems both vaguely familiar, and completely different from other titles at the same time. The only thing I hate right now, is the dub of Zatch's voice. *Shudders.*

Just finished a post in the RP, and the whole thing feels like it's off to a great start. :D And Kitty did an awesome job with the first post. It really set the base. (And I'm not just being a kiss-up)

Destroyed property, raging fires, lifeless corpses, and a city so silent that it would frighten even the most hardened individual. To Francesco this scene was almost like a dream that had been repeated for months, but slowly the dream faded and the fog lifted. The reality of the situation struck like a flash of light from an opened door as his human consciousness finally regained control. However, it seemed that the dream persisted even in reality. "So, I guess you are telling me that I wasn't strong enough before?" Francesco stared at the scales on his right hand, but directed his question to the Almighty One. In his own mind this incident was merely another step toward cleansing the Earth of the unworthy side of humanity, the blight that was killing the planet. "I will carry out your desire to save this planet." A strange sensation struck for a moment, before Francesco remembered what it was. He had forgotten, after losing control of himself, that he could sense the heat produced by his surroundings, and especially those of humans. Following the scent he came across a pair of children, a brother and sister huddled inside of a large dumpster. Looking at the two he smiled warmly, and spoke in a comforting manner that most would not believe him capable of. "There is no reason to fear any longer. The fact that you are alive now means you have been chosen to live in the new Eden that my brothers and sisters will bring." Despite the comforting words, or perhaps because of them, the two continued to shy away, and loooked almost ready to face their fate. Francesco said nothing more, and walked away from the area. While leaving the small town, headed for the next, he sense many more that had been spared, and that would rebuild the way God intended.

[quote]It's not possible to enlarge a picture as far as you're asking. It will always look pixelated, or what have, due to the nature of pictures; you can shrink them, but increasing their size distorts the image.[/quote] I understand that, but all I am really looking for is a image that that doesn't look like someone took the example I attachted and tried to enlarge it. I was hoping someone else would have better luck finding a larger picture to enlarge. If it's jagged it can't be helped, but I don't want a tiny picture blown up to a massive size. [quote]I'll try looking for a bigger picture, but (since you said you had a hard time finding one) one might not exist.[/quote] It's possible, but I have never had any luck tracking down good pictures. Every time I try I get nothing like what I am looking for, and I was hoping someone here knew a better way they could use. [quote]OH! And what resolution size are you looking for?[/quote] Whichever looks better, to be honest. I usually use 1024x768, but I am not that picky.

I would have to say the Serial Experiments Lain was rather disappointing, considering how much hype there was about it. To me it seemed like a sort of failed attempt at a Ghost in The Shell or Armitage III style of series. I think the biggest thing that killed it was how unusual the storyline got at the end. It was like the scriptwriters tried to make it suddenly more insteresting, but lost sight of the point. Eh, enough ranting for now.

What I am asking for here will be pretty simple, I just suck at finding the picture needed for it. :animeswea I need someone to make a wallpaper for my computer desktop using the image seen at the very begining of Gundam SEED's third opening (the pic of Freedom Gundam's face). There is a smaller version attachted to this thread for reference. The problem is, I can't find a picture big enough to make into a wallpaper without it looking horrible from the change of size. All I really want is the image itself in wallpaper size, no writing, and cleaned up so that it doesn't look overly jagged from any size changes. I greatly appreciate anything you can do to help me on this (cause like I said, I suck at finding good pictures online).

Name: Francesco (I have no ideas for a last name) Age: 15 Alliance: INFINITE Origin: Italy Appearance: (See Attachment). Sections of his skin long his neck/shoulders, lower arms/hands, and thighs appears to have scales (like a snake's), eyes have a reptilian look. His cloak also has a hood to hide his face. Gene: Pit Viper Personality: Francesco is borderline insane. He has believed himself to be far above normal humans, to the point of being god's destroyer/saviour on the Earth (which is why he has the name of a saint), since he was a small child. He truely believes that only he and the other children of INFINITE have the right to choose who lives and dies. Motives: Francesco's motives are simple, cure the planet of the human blight, and save only those worthy, though it is still undecided if even he knows which is which. Francesco became more obessed after being offered the "upgrade" by the INFINITE scientists, who saw him as the perfect emotionless weapon for their purpose. Every genetic splicing needs at least one crazy person to spice things up. Just let me know if you need any more info. EDIT: Also, I hope you don't mind that I changed the name "Fredrick" to "Francesco."

OOC: For a time there I thought this thread was going to fade away too early. Let's see if we can get it running again. Paul walked for what seemed to be nearly twenty minutes before find his opponent. The tournament had taken up quite a large area, and many people were running about or gathering for battles. While on his search for Punk Queen and Anubis, the opponent he was to face and her monster, Paul began to worry about the behavior of the young woman at the registration desk. She seemed to react differently to Ryusei and himself then she did to others, but as Ryusei had mentioned to him before, he was probably just being paranoid. "Hey, you!" A harsh voice shouted from behind Paul. He turned around to come face-to-face with a girl about his age, wearing a jean jacket, jeans with torn knees, multiple piercings, and a spiked mohawk dyed orange. "You're the one known as Dragon Tamer?" "Yes, I am." Paul said calmly after a pause, an act that seemed to agitate the girl greatly. "Fine then" she replied, "let's get fighting. I have a tournament to win, and you're just a bump in the road." The two of them faced off on a blacktop area used for basketball games. Punk Queen was quick to release her monster, a five-foot stone statue of the Egyptian god Anubis. Paul was not in such a hurry, and let Ryusei coil around him as he reviewed the opponent's data. "This will be a tough one. Her monster has a high defence an decent attack, but it doesn't look like it can make too many attack before tiring out." Paul spoke as he read, but Ryusei finished his train of thought. "So, I'll just have to keep dodging and let him wear out." "Exactly." "Yo!" Punk Queen shouted, "You going to fight or just chat with yourself?" Ryusei hissed at the girl and uncoiled herself. The two teams faced each other as the fight began. Anubis was suprising fast for his size and mass, but still not enough to hit Ryusei's slender, darting form. Occasionally Paul would tell Ryusei to hit the statue with a fireball, but the stone monster's defense was too high to cause real damage. Still, it was enough to irritate Punk Queen even more as her monster failed with each strike. As is to be expected with any fight, Ryusei's luck finally ran out. While pausing to respond to another fireball command by Paul she was hit by Anubis's scepter, and when flying onto the blacktop, dazed and unmoving. Punk Queen gloated over the hit and commanded Anubis to finish off the weakened dragon. The order was shortlived, however, as flames engulfed Ryusei, and grew brighter until the formed a white light. As the light dimmed Paul was shocked to see that Ryusei was much larger, had grey skin, and shined brightly. A beeping caught Paul's attention away from the sight of Ryusei's new form. Looking at his MC he noticed that slots two and three on the attack list had been filled. "Looks like the odd have tilted, Ryusei. Let's try our new talents out. Hit Anubis with your Plasma Charge." The light around Ryusei seemed to fade for a second, before it reformed at the edge of Ryusei's open mouth. The ball of white light formed and lauched straight into Anubis's chest. The stone monster staggered, and pieces of him fell off, leaving a scorch mark and fifty-percent health. "Still standing?" Paul said. " Ryusei, how about we see what Awakening does." This time the light surrounding Ryusei grew brighter, and several more lights formed on the ground. From each light a dragon of pure fire arose, thirteen by Paul's count. The dragons began to circle above, and all hope faded from Punk Queen's face. One-by-one the dragons swooped into and through Anubis, shaving points off of it health. The damage was small, but with so many of dragons it added up. To make matters worse, Anubis was having trouble damaging them. Each took several hits, but only a few fell before the monster literally crumbled to the ground. The fight ended and the stond monster faded into the girl's MC. The shock finally wore off, and Punk Queen was back to herself. "YOU CHEATER!" she shouted loudly. There is no way that was a fair fight when you altered your monster like that." "Actually, it was completely fair." Both Paul and Punk Queen looked over to see the young lady from the registration desk approach. "I am Michelle, and I work for G-Games, the company that produces this game. So I can assure you that this fight was legitimate. There were a select few players that received rare monsters when they signed up. These monsters are able to change form and stats during battles." Punk Queen looked ready to explode, but the cold stare from the young woman told her that she wouldn't win this fight either. With that, Punk Queen stomped away from the Tournament, leaving Paul to be congratulated by Michelle and the group he had joined with earlier. OOC: Please ignore any spelling/grammar errors. It's 2 a.m. right now.

OOC: Working retail during the Christmas season sucks some times. I've had no free time this week. Paul jolted straight up into a sitting posistion, the echos of the nightmare still flying through his head. The fear he had felt left him covered in a cold sweat, and breathing heavily enough to look like he had just finished a three-minute mile. Hoping the find proof that it was just a nightmare he reached up to his left shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his hand touched the gauze taped to his collarbone, now pink from the blood. As he moved out of bed the memories of last night's attack slowly returned. He had been training Ryusei in target practice at an old empty lot. It was nothing more then cans and a few cheap frisbees, but had helped to make Ryusei's attacks more accurate. Nothing was odd until his second encounter with the kid from the game shop, the child know only as Kage-kiri. The kid mentioned something about a Platinum Monster, and attacked Ryusei with a creature completely different from last time. This one resembled a human with wolf's'fur clothing, pointed ears, and sharp claws. Paul remembered that the gauzes were covering three cuts from the monter's claws, which pounced on him as he tried to defend Ryusei. Past that all Paul could remember was a bright flash, and the sight of a large, red dragon. Everything from there on was a blank until he awoke, covered in blood, and alone save for a concerned Ryusei. He had stumbled home and patched up his shoulder before passing out from exhaustion. [center]---***---[/center] Later in the day Paul found himself approaching the entrance to Central Tokyo High School. Due to attending another school a few blocks away he has never really been to this one. Looking through the front fence he noticed there were several people about his age gathered there, talking, and numerous Monster Network creatures tumblinging around on the ground. At that moment Ryusei popped out of the MC and wound herself around Paul's torso, with her head next to his. "We should talk to them," she said. "See if they really know about the Platinum Monsters." Paul hesitated for a moment. Trusting others had always been hard for him. "But what if they are the ones that sent Kage-kiri after us?" "They will be hunting us anyway. Either they find us now, or they find us later." Ryusei had a point, though Paul was still worried. "Besides, they don't seem to be anything like that kid who attacked us." Paul let out a sigh and nodded. "You're right. Either now or later, [i]ja[/i]?" With that he proceeded forward, and approched the group standing at the entrance to the school.

Paul walked up to the younger player who was standing alone. "You are the player called Kage-kiri, [i]ja[/i]?" He asked, slipping back to his german accent. The kid, not older then 12, replied to Paul's question with a scowl. "What's it to you?" "Just wanted to see if you would care to battle." Despite the irritation he felt, Paul remained polite. [i]It's no wonder he was standing alone. Arrogant kid.[/i] "Fine!" the kid said, not bothering to hide his attitude. "I could use some easy experience points anyway." Both Paul and the one known only as Kage-kiri took up posistions on the opposite end of a small arena. The area was little more then a rectangle painted on the hardwood floor in white, but was good enough for a basic match. Ryusei appeared from the MC and hovered next to Paul, waiting to see what she would face in her first fight. With a flash of light, and burst of thunder, the kid's own monster appeared, to the amusment of the crowd. The monster was little more then a bobbing, grey thundercloud that flashed occasionaly. A referee employed by the game shop counted down the start of the fight. "Okay, Ryusei. Do your best, and remember, no matter the outcome we will accept it an learn from it." Paul spoke quietly, not caring what people thought about him speaking to a "hologram" outside of issuing commands. "Of course," Ryusei replied, "but I'm going to try to win anyway." Paul smiled as the fight countdown reached zero and the fight started. "Dervish," the boy spoke to his monster, "finish this quickly with a Sonic Burst." The cloud bounced once before letting out a blast of energy. Despite Ryusei's size, her thin body made it easy to dogde. "Ryusei, hit back with your Fireball," Paul commanded after reading the olny attack listed. Dervish proved agile as it "sidestepped" the flames, but let out a shreiking sound from the proximity damage. This seemed to anger the kid, who returned the favor. "Dervish, hit it head on." Another bounce from the cloud and it lept forward to slam into Ryusei. "Now, while that repitle is stunned, another Sonic Burst!" This time Ryusei didn't manage to evade the shot, and was slammed back. The MC's displayed the End Battle screen before the monsters returned to their creators. "Next time try using a real monster, and some skill," the kid blurted out as he left, his ego nearly exploding from his head. Most of the other players that had watched the fight scowled at the kid's behavior, and a few walked over to Paul. They told him not to worry, as only a few players like him were around, and they never lasted long. The return trip home was longer then Paul remembered it, as he spent the time thinking of what went worng. Once back in his apartment he sat down and told Ryusei it was safe to come out. Appearing from the MC, Ryusei rested across Paul's shoulders, and coiled down his right arm. "That was a disaster." Ryusei's voice more then hinted at exhaustion. "True," Paul said, "but we said we would accept it. Anyway, the others at the shop said that we did good for a first battle, and all we need to do it train a little."

Voices woke Paul from his sleep earlier then he had planned. One downside of the building was the paper-thin walls that let everyone overhear the conversations that floated about. Light had already begun to filter in through the shades, which meant it wasn't too early, but checking the clock showed that he had another half-hour before his alarm went off. Paul set his head back down and looked to the side. A strange sight caused him to bolt upright and awaken immediately. It was a second before the fog cleared and he remembered the reason there was a scaly tail on his chair. Ryusei had chosen to sleep on Paul's chair at the computer desk. Probably a good thing, since the shock of a dragon next to him in bed would have landed him on the floor. Now completely awake there was little reason to not get ready. Even if he had an extra half hour there was no way to get any more rest after that shock. Strangely enough, Ryusei never stirred until the alarm went off. "Good morning, Master Paul." "Morning, Ryusei," Paul said while scrambling to find something. "Oh, and please don't call me master. It's kind of wierd." "If that is what you wish, mas.. Paul." Ryusei began to lean over the back of the chair as she spoke. "Why are you in such a hurry?" "With all of the excitement last night I forgot to finish something for my classes." Finding what he needed, Paul sat down on the bed and began writing. Drifting through the air Ryusei landed next to Paul, and watched him write. "Would I be allowed to follow you to your classes?" The question was phrased with curiousity, but had a hint to worry over being left behind. "If you do, you will have to remain in the MC." This brought a look of dislike to the dragon's face, or at least what Paul figured was dislike. "I'm sorry, but a six-foot dragon is definately against the no pets rule at the school." Ryusei chose not to argue the point, and remained within the MC for the time that the classes were in session. The day passed quicker then normal, and before long Paul was walking down the street to a popular game shop. The shop was well known to the students of the local school as having the largest rooms for Monster Network tournements, despite the only recent popularity of the game. Looking around the room where a battle was in progress, Paul found a gamer standing alone. Looking at the limited data provided to him, due to having never fought this player, Paul decided that they were both new to the game, and at the same fighting level stats-wise.