Dmitri_Dragoon

I don't use slang anywhere. I do my best not to use it on IM's. But all in all they annoy the crap out of me. I constantly correct my friends if they use slang. It makes them so mad.. hehe. It's great.

"Welches in Hölle ist Sie?(What in Hell are you?)" Thomas asked, sensing this could go on forever, and besides, this witch cut down a tree! "Ich bin wie Sie, ein wird der fähig ist, das Umgeben das er ist am meisten an Melodie mit zu manipulieren.(I am like you, a being able to manipulate the surrounding he is most at tune with.)" the witch answered. Thomas narrowed his eyes, not believing this person. He began to speak a different language, not expecting the person to answer back. "He could be lieing, there are no such powers. Though how on Earth was I able to move trees?" Thomas could see he could learn something if he listened. He stepped back and sheathed his swords. "Erzählen Sie mir mehr um diese Kraft, und ich können lassen, daß Sie leben, wenn ich die Antwort mag.(Tell me more about this power, and I may let you live if I like the answer.)"

So.. LirLiri, I take it your pink haired character is naturally blonde? ;) Anyways I'm sorry for that. I couldn't resist, and seeing how that was first post I will welcome you to Otaku Boards. May you become like us and get trapped forever in it's URL.

Hathoway looked at the boy. "Very well, you cannot tell this to anybody, if you do you will be expelled." He started. "Clark was in the first Gulf War, and the second one. As well as the liberation of Afganistan. In the First Gulf War he was with me on a special forces mission. I was his commanding officer. We were deep in Iraq, deeper than CNN let on. He recieved a message that his wife and two daughters were killed in a car crash. He broke our cover with his anger. Luckily we all escaped unscathed except him. He recieved six bullets to the chest. Nearly died. But we got him patched up and home in no time. He buried his family and came back to the Army. The Army was now his only salvation, he was going to spend the rest of his life here, that's why he hasn't retired yet, he's trying to die. Anyways upon his returned he was welcomed with a Court Marshal. I got him off the hook barely and landed him a job here. He recieved his rank of Colonel and was in charge of this place for a little bit. By this time I had risen to the rank of Brigadier General. I heard from former students of his of his cruelty, and how he sent students to the sick bay for weeks at a time from his training. So if you think he's bad now, he was worse back a couple of years ago. I requested to come here for this position and was granted it, I allowed Clark to stay on as a teacher, and he was happy to do it. I got him calmed down some, and even brought in female influence to help, Sgt. Howards. But it didn't help much, but she was engaged. And as you probably know now her fiance was killed in Pakistan. That's why she's gone now, and there was someone else that just received news like this, you'll find out soon enough I'm sure. But those two I just mentioned are like Clark now, and with that, Clark is going to be more hateful I'm afraid." Hathoway stood and looked out the window. "You kids play pranks on him to break him. I would suggest you stop. If he breaks, then people will suffer. In him is a pent up rage, and if that rage is released bad things will happen here. So I ask you to lay off on him." Hathoway looked at Ren again. "I will have a talk with him about his behavior, I won't tell him you were here, and you hadn't tell anyone you were here either. It is time for dinner, now go get ready." *** Colonel Clark went back to the gym. He had to vent some rage. He changed and went straight to the punching bag. He started pounding away at it, each punch he sent more and more anger into it. He was thinking the whole time. [i]Why in the hell is everybody dieing?! First Charli's fiance, now this boys sister. What is this hell hole of a world coming to? We kidnap these kids off the streets, as ordered by the government, and then loved ones start dying right and left. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if Ren gets a letter next week saying his whole family died in a plane crash.[/i] Clark was thinking as such for quite some time. He finally looked at the clock and saw that it was passed time for chow, which had started at eighteen hundred. It was only now thirty minutes pass, but he wouldn't let himself be late so he just wouldn't go at all. He continued to punch away, but he wouldn't forget about the lesson he had to go teach at twenty hundred.

Deteria smiled and gave a nod. "If that is the way you feel about it, then so be it!" Deteria ran, faster than Dango could follow and was behind him once again, with swords drawn. He swiped both swords down, and sliced Dango's hamstrings on each leg. Sending the demon to the ground in a roar of pain. Deteria was on top of him in a second. With swords against Dango's back, and pressing in hard.

OOC: I'm a Renaissance man ;) But remember, you may have caught me, but I have yet to fight. IC: Thomas struggled, his anger started to get a bit out of control. He felt something stirring inside of him. He suddenly felt at one with the forest. He moved what was thought to be his arm at the boy. But in reality a tree moved. The tree swung its branch and struck the boy in the back, sending him to the ground. Thomas was released from his little hold. He moved to use his bow, he pulled it back and it broke. "Verdammen Sie, dieses Mittel das ich werde machen müssen eine neue Verbeugung, nachdem ich die Hexe töte! (Damn, this means I'll have to make a new bow after I kill the witch!)" He threw down his bow and drew his two long swords. He walked up to the witch boy and stepped on his back, he put the tips of both his swords to the witch's neck, and started to push.

OOC: You think you have learned well Grasshoper,(Wondershot). Well, I'll tell you, that you have come upon nothing! Muahahaha. Or have you? Anyways the best person to ask would be Major General Hathoway. He's known Clark for several years, of course, because I am him. IC: Clark looked at Reg carefully. He was figuring he could push her, to become a good killer. "You do know it's against protocal?" he said to her. She didn't say anything, but gave him a pitiful look instead. He looked at her and studied her. For some reason she reminded him of one of his daughters. "Did Sgt. Howards approve of this?" he asked. "Yes sir," Reggie answered. "Well I agreed to take on all her classes. Very well, meet me after dinner, outside of the mess hall, twenty hundred hours. You do know when that is don't you?" Reggie didn't have a positive look on her face. "That's eight o'clock. That's your first lesson. Noon is twelve hundred, after that it continues on with thirteen hundred, fourteen, and so on. Midnight is zero hour. I'll see you then." *** General Hathoway was doing mandatory paperwork. He knew Sgt. Howards had already left, and he was finalizing her leave papers. He understood this all, it happened to his friend Clark back in '91. Luckily for her though, she wasn't on assignment, or in the middle of enemy territory.

OOC: He will speak German but I'm providing the translations as well. IC: Thomas sat in a tree watching a deer that would be his supper. But something spooked it, and it ran off. "Verdammit! Warum geschieht es wann ich Hunger habe? (Damnit! Why does it happen when I'm hungry?)" Then he felt it. Someone was in his forest, HIS forest. Whomever it was, they were going to pay dearly. He darted amongst the trees, not to be seen. This was his element after all, he had lived in this forest for several years, he knew it like the back of his hand. It was his home, his friend, his only friend. He darted to where the disturbance was, he was high in a tree when he saw it. It was hardly a man, but non the less he had disturbed Thomas' territory. He pulled the bow off his shoulder and knocked an arrow. He aimed at the boys leg, and let the arrow fly. The boy dodged it, but Thomas was quicker, the second the arrow had been loosed he had another arrow prepared and flying. This one struck the boy in the kneecap. "Wenn ich nicht kann haben Hirsch, dann ich werde haben Mann für Hauptmahlzeit. (If I can not have deer, then I shall have man for dinner.)" He said as he dropped from the tree and cautiously approached the boy.

"By the way Stimpy, well all of you, I'm pleased to announce that you will be seeing more of me the next few days." He heard an issue of groans. He would let it slide... this time.. "Sgt. Howards is away on personal leave, I'm not obliged to tell you, if she wants you to know she'll tell you herself when she gets back. But anyways I have agreed to take responsibility for her classes." Another groan issued from all the students. "100 push ups now!!" Clark yelled loudly, and was pleased to see the look on Stimpy's face, whom had just finished his last fifty. "Stimpy, I'm sure you will also be pleased to know that I have taken the liberty to have sent 'Glory' and 'Angel' back to your father. This is a military school, not a personal gun show. DON'T GIVE ME THAT G**DA** LOOK! I cleared it with the General! He agreed with my decision." He walked up to Stimpy as he did his push-ups, and bent down and shouted in his face. "We don't care what your f*cking *** name is! You are sh*t! You are the scum of the f*cking earth maggot! If you ever try to do something to me again like you did in the mess today, I will do to you like I saw what those Rag Heads in Iraq do to people! I will string you up by your balls, and invite Mexicans to come up and play with you like a Pinate! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!?!" Clark had lost it. He knew deep inside of him that he truthfully meant every word he had said. As he stood up and walked away he kicked Stimpy's arms, causing him to fall to the ground, busting his chin.

I hope you don't mind this character. But I noticed there was a big cheese at the school yet, and so far Colonel Clark was the highest ranking officer.. I don't think that would go well with the students. Name: Franklin Hathoway Age:55 Personality: Laid back, but still stern, a resonable man. Reconmended name: Major General Hathoway, General, Sir. Job: Acts as the principal. He's the head honcho at the school.

OOC: Right... Jagan, I believe Charli had already left, and I was in the weight room o_O.. Oh well I'll work with it a little ;) IC: After finishing with some weightlifting he left the gym. He met Charli as he was walking and walked with her some. Then heard the scream. Then when he went to investigate he saw the sword pass his head. Charli was shocked, but didn't say much. "Charli you go on, I'll take care of Swifty." He retrieved the sword as Charli left. "I'll get you tomorrow with the others.." Clark said evilly.

Wilhelm also turned to see who had yelled. He felt slightly paranoid, but also somewhat at ease. He hadn't been here a full day yet, but he found himself actually liking it here. The Dragonlords weren't really all that rude to him, and they treated him pretty nicely, even for being a servant. He wondered if his companions were having the same thoughts. [i]Probably not, they are from the bottom of the gene pool, they are far to corrupt to think the same as I.[/i] No matter. He was still loyal to his cause, he hoped.

Clark smiled, "Sure thing, I'll be nicer, after all, I combined our two classes the rest of this day. I'll probably do the same until you return." He walked up closer to her and added softly. "Just do me a few favors. Don't let yourself become like me, and don't tell anybody about my nice streak, I gotta keep a good profile. And take your time, I'll handle your classes for as long as you need." He patted her on the shoulder and started walking to the weight room.

OOC: Okay, I'll let you have some control of Dmitri/Deteria as well. Just don't get to carried away and I'll do the same. IC: "That was just uncalled for." Deteria said from a tree that wasn't burning yet. Dango wheeled around and looked at Deteria. "You shouldn't be burning any sort of Nature. I hate it when people do that!"

News spread like wild fire among the officers, and it didn't take long for Clark to find out about Charli's fiance. He felt sorry for her, but at the moment he couldn't do anything. He was in the middle of a class. "Alright, a grenade has a fuse of maximum of 15 seconds. Find your target, pull the pin, wait till the count of five, and throw. If I see any of you trying to pull them out with your teeth.. I won't have to do anything because your teeth will be gone! These are not made like the movies show! You have to give a good yank, to pull them out!" Clark pulled the pin out of the grenade, stood there for a moment, pivoted and threw it down the range. It landed beside a mock jeep, and a second or so later it blew up. *** His classes were over for the day and he found himself going to the gym, where he had heard Sargent Howards had been. He did some warm ups and entered the basketball court and saw her running some laps. He joined up beside her. "I am sorry for your loss," He said, without showing much emotion. Then he softened up. "I know what you are going through. I was on an assignment back in '91 and I got a letter. It said that my wife and two children were killed."

Yeah, and math as well. And I'm pretty sure your favorite, english ;) But yeah, I never really thought of regular classes, I saw military and thought of death and destruction..... But yeah, they have regular classes as well. I'll take a science class if need be, it won't be that hard. And there won't be as many push ups ;)

Deteria smiled, "Perhaps I will, I know several tricks I could show you," he gave a sly wink, and smiled even brighter. Then looked at Dango, with less iterest. Dango was interfering with his play time with Hecate.

Oops, my bad. :( Well I changed it, I sometimes just skim over things when I read and I guess I sorta missed that part. My apologies.

Well, I wouldn't be making a new character, just taking a few newer jobs. And Oekaki, you may be able to find Clark's soft spot, considering I gave several hints in one of the last posts on there by me. And for the second or third or however many, I wouldn't mind taking on Paratroop training, since Rijin likes jumping out of planes I thought Clark might like to throw him out of one... :devil: And for my other training, I was thinking along the lines of Explosives. Everyone likes a big boom ;)

OOC: What I am about to do is legal, it is a special power that only Drow have, lucky me :). Also don't try for any magic castings on me. Drow have a natural resistance to all forms of magic. Once again, lucky me :) Deteria appeared by Hecate's side. "And as for you're invisibilty." He casts a spell. Faerie fire, Dango becomes surrounded by purple dancing flames. "There, now you can run, and disappear, but not hide."

Clark had a headache, and luckily he didn't have another class for an hour. Fortunately too, for him, since he was a high ranking officer he got his own private courters. He went to his room and laid down on his bed and rubbed his temples. "How I hate treating kids like that, but how else will they be able to withstand this army if they aren't treated like that." He sighed. He knew people hated him, and frankly he didn't care. He was part of the special forces that went in and killed the Camel Jokeys. The horrors he saw there repulsed him. He remembered he still had Rijin's weapons and bandana, he pulled them out and started looking over them. "He doesn't need these yet, he shouldn't have even brought them." He opened up a small safe which he has had for a long time. He looked at the various contents and pulled out a old wallet of his. He tossed in the weapons and bandana. He opened his wallet and looked around in it. There wasn't any money in it, for it wasn't used for that anymore. He pulled out the picture section, and began looking through it. He saw a picture of his wife, Samantha, and his two little girls, Anna, and Jasmine. He felt his eyes watering, so he put the pictures away and through the wallet back in the safe. He had to stop remembering the dead. He hardened his heart and laid back down on the bed. The last thing he remembered before he went to sleep was the day he received the news that his family had been killed in a car accident. Forty five minutes later his alarm woke him up and he headed out the door to his next class.

"Oh.. well yes I am very lively. In fact.. I'll show you how lively." Deteria put a foot out, and stepped down, disappearing in a flash. He was behind Dango now, "See? I am very lively. The only question is.. can you catch up?" Dango turned around and saw Deteria behind him, he let out a growl and stepped towards him. But Deteria was once again, behind him. "Come on then!"

Deteria looked at Dango, with slight awe. "Wow, he's pretty big. Oh well." He lowered one scimitar and put the other one on it, balancing it's blade on it. He reached into a pouch and pulled out some beef jerkey, then started chewing on it. He picked his sword back up.

Name: Gerard Thorn Age: 22 Weapons: Katana taken from some ruins, and a battle axe. Sex: male Bio: Being 2 years old when the meteor hit, and his family being killed. He was raised by survivors that found him. They trained him to use what weapons they had. Eventually the ones that raised him died and now he is on his own. He has no friends, and he doesn't care to make any. He found the Jing group, but has not pledged loyalties to it. He is not a thief, he will just kill the person that has what he needs to survive. ~Edit~ Changed my second weapon again. I decided it would be cool to have an axe. ^_~

Deteria yawned at Dango's show of strength. "You are still but a demon, and no god. And while you have a jewel, I have magical abilities, and.." He drew his scimitars. "My swords, both of which were used to strike down a demon with. And Dango, seeing how you are demon, if you are defeated in this battle you will go back home to your daddy, where you will be forced to stay a hundred years with him. The wolf part, will more than likely die. So prepare yourself for some pain." Deteria smiled, and his violet eyes ignited with a fire of battle lust.