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Name: Sir Edrick Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Knight Side: Unknown Weapons: Double edge long sword, War axe, Lance, and a Mace with a two foot chain. Appearance: Sir Edrick is tall and muscular with a shaved beard and a short blonde hair. pics are attached Bio: Sir Edrick has become the living legend of his time. Though he has yet to take sides in the war he fights only for truth and the return of the old ways. He wishes the king be returned to power, if the king still lives. Edrick is one of the few surviving royal knights, but he has been forced into hiding and has become but a shadow and a myth that Merlin?s soldiers meet when they get unwary. He has become well known to the people who fight against Merlin, but perhaps they think to highly of him? Perhaps not.

This looks interesting. Name: Arnold Fitzgerald Race: Human Sub-Race: Army National Gaurd, Firefighter Age: 26 Weapons: Firemans Axe, Beretta M93R pistol, H&K 53 submachine gun which fires full-sized assault rifle cartridges. Appearance: Arnold is a six foot tall well built and strong guy. His hair is cut short and his face is ussually clean shaven. He wares blue jeans and a white t-shirt with an over shirt which is kept unbuttoned. He ussually wears a baseball cap that is black. He has a silver watch which he wears on his right hand. He wears black Columbia boots. BIO: Arnold Fitzgerald was born and raised with the idea of serving the people. As a kid he loved fire, he set fire to anything that wouldn't cost him a woopin or a fine. So when he turned nineteen he joined the firedepartment as a reserve and when he got out of high school he went full time. He joined the national guard simply as another way to serve his country. Arnold is a strong man with a kind hart and a good personality. He is liked by most people in town. When the murders began Arnold was very conserned, and when people stopped taking notice he was even more conserned. He didn't like what was happening to the town he loved to protect.

(This is a bit long) [COLOR=Red][B][CENTER]Amidst the Stars[/CENTER] [/B] [/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right, I hope you have the time of your life"[/COLOR] Hamera Huko stood silently staring out at the vast star studded expanse of space. Behind him hundreds of people went about there business. A comet streaked across the sky, far off and unnoticed. Hamera's gaze focused on a small yellow dot, a star hundreds of light years away. He pressed his hand against the glass of the window... Sarah Niko stood on the balcony of her room. Staring up at the vast blue hazed sky. She wondered how long it would be before she could leave the war struck planet with her family and go to the stars. She leaned on the stone rail a tear rolled down her check... Alfred Devori stood before his men as the ship landed, he breathed heavy, thought about his family, his son. The big steal doors began to open as the ramp lowered to the ground; Alfred armed his weapon and began into the haze of dust and gun fire... Eric Grider sat alone on his ship; he couldn't help but cry after what he had just witnessed. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the picture of his friends stuck between the panels of the controls. Eric slowly reached over to the accelerator and pushed it forward... Amidst the stars we all will meet, and though it seems as though all is lost the questions will be answered in time, and we will come out in the end better than before. --- [COLOR=RoyalBlue]some back story.[/COLOR] Amidst the Stars takes place in the far flung future. The big corporations have become the law in the space between the planets; controlling travel is a very lucrative business. Many planets are under the control of there own governments. There is a single planet that is not held my any one government, Earth. Earth is the central hub of humanity. The corporations are based on Earth; the Governments are all represented there. It is the meeting place for any inter-galactic conference. The people are happy free to go were they please, do relatively what they wish. In space the law is the Italian Decree, signed hundreds of years ago and upheld by the Corporations. For Six hundred and seven years the Italian Decree, Magna Carta, and Intergalactic Treaty have kept the galaxy out of war and running smoothly. All of that fell apart twelve years ago. The Demor Corporation broke the Intergalactic Treaty, which stated that the corporations would not assault any planet based government, nor would they attack any civilian transports of any sort. The Demor Corp. attacked a planet based government. With a massive army they took control of planet after planet, and then they broke the second part of the treaty, attacking civilian ships that were trying to escape. Soon after the Demor Corp. began its assaults the refugees of the first few planets pleaded with other corporations to help, none would with the exception of one. A small corporation know on the Eagle Corp. granted the Refugees the colony ship Peregrine, and ordered its security forces to mobilize, and its production factories to begin construction of battle equipment. Nine years have passed since the Eagle Corp. began to fight the Demor Corporation. Many people have joined there cause but still many more ignore the plight that awaits them. --- [COLOR=Red]Characters:[/COLOR] [COLOR=Red]:Hamera Huko:[/COLOR] Age: 17 Gender: Male Location: Peregrine Colony ship, En-rout to Earth Attachment:1, on the right [COLOR=Blue]:Sarah Niko:[/COLOR] Age:16 Gender: Female Location: Nimari Mansion, Nebune Attachment:2 [COLOR=DarkSlateGray]:Alfred Devori:[/COLOR] Age:26 Gender: Male Location: EagleCorp. Liberation Force Landing Area, Nebune Attachment:4 [COLOR=Teal]:Eric Grider:[/COLOR] Age:24 Gender: Male Location: Raven Salvage Ship, En-rout to Orion Nebula Attachment:3 [COLOR=RoyalBlue]OTHER CHARACTORS:[/COLOR] I will accept original characters, but I need the four above. I will only accept three original characters. After Sign ups are closed I will start the game with introductions for all characters, this will include location/ En-rout. [COLOR=Red]General:[/COLOR] The main characters are not necessarily trying to save the galaxy, there trying to survive in a world that is falling apart around them. Things will happen that you don't know about. I will play as random characters with in the story and guide you to the next point in the plot. There will be many choices, each choice leads to another path, and thus to another choice. The game will be Run on a lose Chapter system. [COLOR=Red]SIGN UPS:[/COLOR] State the Name of the character you have chosen, or fill out this for original characters Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: (Pic is best, a good paragraph will do) Then give me a good two to five paragraphs or in character story. Give me an Idea of the person?s attitude and how you would play them. Also I want to see your ability. NOTE: Don't use what I have for the characters up top as a starting point, base your story before that. [COLOR=RoyalBlue]RULES: [/COLOR] 1. Don't go too crazy with the language. 2. Try your best to keep grammar and spelling good. 3. I want Serious posts, at lest a good paragraph per post. 4. Keep all Out of Character chat to the Underground thread. 5. Must be dedicated. If you join please stick with this to the end. 6. Most important, have fun! OK, sorry for the long read! [COLOR=Red]SIGN UPS ARE OPEN![/COLOR]

dabada dabada dabada...aaauuuuu (Shaun of the Dead) oh yea, ULX? is this begun or what?

Name: Alexander Dubane Age: 30 Personality: Alexander falls a bit on the cocky side. Although smart he is headstrong, he will listen to opinion and reason, but doesn't always follow. He likes to keep his options open when he goes into battle. Though if he gets trapped in a situation he becomes much like a wild cat. Dangerous and Unpridectable. Appearance: Attached Dragons Appearance: Attached Weapon: Bisento (polearm features a broad, curved blade) the blade is sheathed in the same mannor as the sword in the picture. Fists. Nunchaku Ambition to fight Chaos: Loyalty to the weak. "Chivalry" one might say. Alexander was imprisoned by Chaos, barely escaping, leaving his friends behind, he vowed to return one day. Three Crests: 1. Crest of Distruction 2. Crest of Change 3. Crest of Time Encounter with Juren: Alexander was absolutely caught off guard by the smaller nerves man that tapped accidentally knocked into him. "I'm sorry sir...I was just on my way." "Fine, fine. Don't worry about it." The man nodded, "Thank you sir, my name it Juren." "Alexander, a pleasure to meet you." "Ah well, if having a pleasure isn't against the law for us average folks then I agree." Alexander laughed; it was then that Juren noticed the Bisento Alexander was holding, "Why, you don't look like a warrior of Chaos." Alexander smiled, "No far from it I'd say." Juren nodded, "You wouldn't happen to be one who is fighting Chaos would you?" Alexander looked around quickly, "Perhaps we should talk." After finding a room to use Alexander sat down, "You know something about resistance fighters?" "I do." Alexander looked at the man, "Tell me." Juren looked around the room, "Well...? "It's fine, I'm fighting Chaos, we've already established that. Now what is going on?" Juren settled down slightly, "My master is planning a rebellion, not a simple resistance, but an all out war." Alexander nodded, "He'll never win." Juren nodded, "Under normal circumstances, but he has found something...or some one rather. Some one who can engrave Crests." Alexander?s eyes lit up at the sound. "Crests." he repeated. "Now I've become interested. Where do I meet your master?" Juren sat quiet for a moment, "I want you to see something." Alexander said as he began taking off the armor on his right arm. "These are the names of the people who I made a promise to a long time ago. People in a jail in Chaos' fortress." Juren looked at the list of names. "I had them tattooed on in memory of the ones I know are dead, and the ones who will die before I return. When I escaped I swore to them that I would go back." Juren looked at Alexander, "You, escaped Chaos' prison?" Alexander smiled, "It wasn't easy." "Ok, I'll take you to see him." Alexander stood and replaced his armor. He leaned his Bisento on his shoulder and ducked through the door into the street following Juren...

Ah yes Pool. my family owns a (cough cough $3000) pool table that I love. Name: Charles Hendrix Age: 24 Gender: Male Favorit Pool Pun: Jump the eight just to prove you can and combo the nine off of any thing, one shot. (As in, show off if you can and win it all quick, all at the same time if at all possible. Refering to both pool and life and, well what else is there?) Appearance: Attachted. 5 foot 11 blue eyes dirty blond hair. Personality: Oh Charles likes to show off, and Oh is he good at it. He can be a smart *** and has gotten himself into some trouble before, but he seems to have a good streak of luck backing him up. He likes to hang out, likes to drink every now and then but never much. "I can't play good pool with a hang over." He does like Sake, which he claims is one of the best drinks he keeps in his house. He smokes when he is angry, or worried. He dose have a habit of saying "nice" in the most sarcastic way imaginable, when his friends do something stupid or bad, he also uses it to congratulate people. Writing Sample: "Jump the eight, combo the nine, one shot." Charles Stood up to take his shot, the game was nine ball and the big guy he was playing against was confident that Charles had no shot on the six, Charles simply smiled. "Combo off the six, nine in the corner pocket." The set up was nine on the corner pocket, six was slightly off-set, then the eight and then slightly behind that the cue ball. Charles lined up, pulled the stick back and took his shot. Right after the cue ball jumped up Charles kicked the stick slightly so he wouldn't scratch the table. The cue ball jumped neatly over the eight, it had a slight back spin in the air. It hit the table and the six almost at the same time. The cue stopped. The six continued on, tapped the nine, which dropped into the corner pocket. Some people applauded, the big dude stared for a moment, and then got really mad. "You little Son-ov-a-*****!" Charles let his stick butt slide to the floor, "Now now, no reason to use bad language." The big dude stomped around the table, holding his cue stick like he would crack it just from squeezing so hard. "Uh, is this my cue to leave?" He asked half jokingly to one of the on lookers. "You better start running punk." Charles began backing away from the man, "But you still owe me a beer." He pointed at his glass, "That one is mine." This really made the man mad. He threw his stick on the table and went to pick up the glass; Charles took this time to start running. "You little punk!" The guy threw the glass it shattered on another table. "Gotta go, you can buy me a drink some other time!" As Charles hurried for the door one of the patrons started laughing, "Did it again Chuck?" "What can I say, Jump the eight and combo the nine, one shot." "Nice."

wow, I love it. I realy can't say much more except that I love it. Its got a realy cool tone. I also like the way in which you depicted Purgatory and the boatman and all that stuff. Very nice story. A++

hum...It sounds very interesting. You could pull it in many diferent directions, I kinda like the idea of an elite force trying to stop some big sepratist oporation, or something along thoughs lines. It will be interesting to see what you create. "All things start with a simple idea."

Name: Aaron Van Eman MasterNet Alias/Stage Name: Fire Age: 18 Sex: Male Instrument: Has an Electric Gituar, Acustic Gituar, and violin. Can play Drums and sing. Physical: On the way Personality: Aaron is a all out rebel. he plays things from "Punk" to "Classical" and can play serious or funny. He is a mix of many groups. He loves to joke around. Dispite his reckless appearance Aaron is very clear headed and mindfull. Note: Aaron has taken the old violin and thrown it in with the rock and punk style. although he can play classical vilolin and fiddle "like the Devil himself" Aaron can pull the violin into rock like no other person alive. He plays all his music fast and hard. He listens to illegal "System of a Down" and "Tenacious D" most of the time.

Alexander Harrison sat huddled behind a large tree, men lay dead and dieing all around him, others marched passed him to the fight. Alexander pulled his rifle close to his brest, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His eyes opened slowly. "Ok, one. two. three." He rolled out to the side of the tree at lay prone with the rifle level, down the slope and about twenty yards off a Republic soldier walked, dazed. He seemed confused, he stared down at the bodies on the floor, turned randomly. Shock had overcome him. Alexander slowly pulled the triger... CRACK-BANG The man fell dead. Alexander rolled back to the safty behind the tree...'that soldier was only a boy', he thought,'Probably just eight-teen, fresh from training.' Alexander uncaped his water flask and poored some of the cool stream water down his back. He took a drink and leaned back against the tree, "Oh Sarah, I wish I could see you again, but I fear this war will have me befor I get near our home town again." Suddenly a Republican soldier stubled over a root and crashed down next to Alexander. "W-water." He groned. Alexander begain to reach for his pistol, but the man befor him had no gun, and a bullet had peirced his back. Alexander helped him over to the tree and leaned him up against it. He then sat next to the man. "Here." he said as he handed him the flask. "Thank you." The soldier replied, slightly nerves, as he took the flask. "I got no need killin you, thats been done already." Alexander sighed. The Republican soldier smiled slightly, "Yea, I suppose so." Alexander gazed off at a distant battle, "But I don't doubt I'll join you soon enough." Alexander looked back to the soldier but he was gone. Gently he took the flask from the dead mans hand and strapped it back to his belt. "Good bye sir." Alexander stood up, strapped his gun over his shoulder, and begain to run off to his company... ----- The Republic of Armistas has stood for nearly three hundrid years unchalanged, it is the richest country in the world. But all that is ready to change. Political coruption has persuaded a large amount of states to seceed. The president of Armistas has denied them the right. The Independant Commonwealth of Armistas is the name that the secesionists have given themselves, they have elected there own presedent and are nolonger heading "foreign" interferance. The first blood came on December, 2036, when a Republic artilary unit fired on the ICA fort Burnside. Presedent Reily of the ICA requested a decleration of war. It was granted. The desputed boarder exploded. The ICA army was commanded by General Herbert E. John. A great fighter and leader. The RA army is commanded by General Harrison Bickford. A good leader, but not well liked. Our story takes place during 2040 You are part of B company of the 2nd ICA Regiment. Other stuff: It is based on the Civil War, so fighting stile will be the same, with more refined weapons and uniforms and better doctors, but no body armor. The "time feel" should be some what like the civil war as well. Weapons will be slightly varied but mostly rifles that have five shot cartriges. And Revolver Pistols with six or eigth shots. There will be Cannon artilary, (PM me if you want to be in an Artilary Squad) and calvary, (use pistols and sabers, PM me) Oh, and only men would be accepted into the army. Sorry, girls could be nurses or civilians but due to the style, not army members. Also, this is not about the fighting and being cool, its about the horror of war, I want serious stuff, go into detail about thoughts and fears at the moment, War dose strange things to people. RULES: 1. No godmodding and all that jazz 2. All forum and general rules 3. Have fun, but please, be serious. Sign Ups: Name: English please Age: 16+ (mostly 18+ but I'll alow a few exceptions) Gender: Position: (Army, Doctor, Nurse, Civilian?) (only men in Army, and few men would be civilians) Unit: (Infantry, Calvary, Artilary? PM me if you have an idea on any thing else) Years: (How many years have you been in the military? no more than 5) Bref Bio: Discribe your history in the war up to this point. and maby why you joined the ICA. I'll post mine tomorrow since its late and I have to go to school....grrr

[i]Eric Redhammer stood on the wall of Bergon, the little fort that he and his companions had been stationed at for the last four years. "Not a thing moves. Sir, not a single thing out there." one of the soldiers said as he came up, "Next leave is in three days right sir?" Eric smiled, "Yes Remid, I am looking forward to it as well. Come on I'm tired of this blank horizon." Eric turned and began down the stairs to the forts keep, but he was stopped suddenly by the cry of Remid, "Sir! You must see this!" Eric turned and ran back to the wall, "What? What is it?" Remid stood staring of at the horizon. He raised a hand and extended a single finger, "Look." Over the horizon a dark line was advancing quickly. "What the hell?" Eric squinted hard. "Go raise the alarm!" Remid rushed down the stairs to the keep. Soon after the bell atop the main tower begain to ring. "Rise! Rise, the enemy advances! To the walls!" A half hour later the soldiers began to line the walls, archers strung bows and men set spears in racks lineing the battlements. The line had become much larger, and much closer. Eric rushed to the forward tower, "My men, the enemy approaches! He will stop at nothing but death to come into this place and take your life, but you must stand fast! You are soldiers trained in Venna. You will not faulter, you will not flee, and you will not fail!" The men waited, seconds turned to minutes, and time seemed to be stretched. Finaly the enemy was withing bow shot. "Let fly!" The battle had begun. And soon after it turned ill for the soldiers. The creatures were ruthless, and they were poewerfull in magic. Fire was set to the door and it was burst asunder by some huge creature. The men faught hard but could not hold back the swarming tied. Spears were cast into the tide, but the effect was little. The ground was quickly flooded with a shallow flow of blood, deep red and dark black. The fighters of both sides pushed themselfs upon the fray, men slightly more causious then the monsters they faught. Through all there valor and bravery and spirit the men could not overcome, they could not hold there ground. Eric stood on the blood sooked wall, skering one creature with a spear. He looked around below him, and around. The walls were stained with blood, the sight was horrible, but the stench, oh the stench. It nearly made him gag. He saw his men buchered befor his eyes, they were put to death in ways he would not in his darkest dreams even tried to use. "Sound retreat!" Eric looked at Remid. The soldier lifted a horn to his lips to sound the retreat when an arrow tore through his throat, his adams apple exploded in blood. The man couldn't even scream. Eric ran to him as he fell. He pulled Remid up and looked into his eyes, the pain and anguish that he must have been going through seemed to overwhelm even Eric. Then Remid's eyes closed as he convulsed harshly... [/i] Eric rubbed his eyes, he was sweating hard from his nightmare...It still hadn't left him, after all these years...

I have fallen in love... [CENTER] NAME: Revelon Demasi Exavior III AGE: 32 GENDER: Male APPEARANCE: Attached He wears a silk shirt and plain silver dyed pants. He wears a blue vest and blue armor with gold trim. On one shoulder peice the image of a swan is engraved in gold. A white cloak with no hood hangs from his neck, latched with a gold clasp. WEAPON: Silver Halberd of the Sea (7 1/2 foot) ABILITES: Rain Man: Revelon summons a rain storm on the battle feild, causeing heavy water damage to the opponents and healing any allies. Crimson Tide: Revelon spears one enemy, lifts him/her up off the ground, and swings the halberd around once or twice untill he slams it into the ground, releasing the enemy. PERSONALITY: Revelon is a sailor and a soldier at hart. He is calm in danger and welcomes any challenge. Revelon has done some horrible things in his past, and he has been known to laps into deep thought and rememberance on journeys, not talking much at all. On occassion he can seem very dark and grim, but he ussually lightens up quickly. If asked about his periods of silence he will change the subject or simply not answer at all. Revelon at hart is a careing person, and is ussually fun to be around. He will not hesitate to help a lady in need, and thinks himself quite the laddies man. True or not he is very honorable and respectful of the laddies. He has also taken to playing the steel flute, a rather common trade for sailors of his home. [/CENTER]

Night Rider found his hands full trying to get up to date information on the Vampire Clans, but he had other men doing that now. He looked down on the sceen, "Kuroichi!" The vampires ears perked at the sound, Night Rider teleported down to the street, "I would have come for revenge sooner, but some one tryed to kill me, I had to recover." Kuroichi watched Tetsuya closely, but turned to see Night Rider as well, "I killed them all Night Rider, all of you masters died by my hand and you think you can defeat me?" Night Rider unsheathed his blade and waved his hand over it once, a sudden fire rushed over it. Strange, hellish flames danced across the surface, power surged through it. "I was a poor sap who was too loyal for his own good. I have learned from my error." Night Rider readied his blade, he knew this was going to be messy, Tetsuya didn't like him, but Kuroichi was the bigger problem at the moment. Tetsuya would focus on him, or so Night Rider hopped...

Night Rider had been serching for a long time, and now he finnaly found them. The hunters. He didn't know how they would respond to him, but he knew if things got bad he could get away with out killing any one. Night Rider pulled the wires in the fuse box in the hall, the lights went out. They were only out for a few seconds befor the emergency lights kicked in, but it was enough time for him to get down the hall and into the room. When they kicked back on he stood in the center of the office, hands strait out, indecating he didn't want to fight. "You people are hard to find." he said softly. "Don't bother attacking me, I'm not here to fight. Quite the opposite, I am an enemy of Kuroichi." Night Rider looked around..."I know that you just allied yourselves with the clans fighting Kuroichi. I bring what is left of the Ijuuj, thoughs who followed me. We have hidden in the shadows for a long time, we are ready to fight Kuroichi once again. But first I must speak with the rest of the Clans." ...

I think the Frenchman may be a few things, Radaghast I like your idea, but I also think that the fact that the Frechman may also throw some inferance to Vichy. (the French Government that alowed itself to be controled by Germany.) Hence the [i]Frenchman[/i] The Cloud, I think, was obvious to me as soon as I read that you didn't understand it. It represents the Axis powers. During WWII The Axis spread over Europe and much of the Pacific. Infact, three major things caused there downfall A: Japan attacks Pearl Harbor: Brings US into war No doubt the US would have joined the war sooner of later, but this bought them in much sooner than most Americans would have liked. B: Hitler tryes to bomb the island of Great Britain. If there is one thing you should learn from history: Great Britain is near Imposible to invade or deffeat, I beleive its only been done once, just after the fall of Rome. C: Hitler tryes to invade Russia, in the winter. Napolian tried this as well, and lost. Hitler was forceing himself to sustain two fronts. The Eastern Front would have been easy for Hitler to hold, but Russia seems to lure crazy dictators into its trap every time. With out this I think the Axis would have probably taken over the world. The Axis power controled much of the world during WWII. They were closer to world domination than we would like to think. ------------------------ Any way, enough of my history...Its a great poem once you finish it, It ties together very nicely. I love it.

(Drix D'Zanth, I think its more like Middle English, "Old English" is more like German than curent English, most people simply called Middle English Old English. Or maybe I'm wrong. ;) ) "And When He Gets to Heaven To Saint Peter he will tell: 'One more soldier reporting sir; I've served my time in hell'." I doubt thats the complete thing, but I know it had to do with WWII. If you know the rest (or were to find it) tell me please.

Wow, didn't expect to see this again, I thought the last one died... Any way, do you mind it I play as Night Rider again? Ok... [b]Name:[/b] Aaron Alexander "The Night Rider" [b]Age:[/b] around 2000 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Species:[/b] Vampier [b]Clan:[/b] None (once Ijuuj) [b]Appearance:[/b] Slightly tall, Black pants and shirt, black riding boots and gloves, black overcoat (hangs to mid calf. Short hair, slightly grayed. Blue eyes. [b]Weapons:[/b] A special sword made long ago. The blade is onyx, and gives off no reflection. The hilt and gaurd are the same. He also has a smaller dagger that is made the same way. [b]Powers:[/b] Night Rider: power to control shadows (strong) Blink: Power to teleport himself, and his horse, and any thing else he is touching, a short distance, (with in eye shot) Heedless One: Night Rider summons a power full demon made of Shadow and dark fire, very powerfull, draines his power. Shadow Fire: Enchants his swords with the same Dark Fire of the Heedless One. Makes them seem asthough as they were pulled from the core of hell... [b]Personality:[/b] Aaron is much colder than he once was, he has a huge grudge with the Silver Haired Demon, who is responsible for the death of his former masters of the Ijuuj. [b]Bio[/b]: Aaron was once a knight of the past, who was turned to become a vampire around the age of thirty, He lived through many wars and catastrophies. He killed many people. Untill durring one war he came to know a young soldier, who reminded Aaron of himself long ago. Aaron fought beside the soldier, becoming good friends with the mortal. Untill one day, the man was killed. Aaron found himself with feelings he had not had for ages, ones that he thought the undead didn't have, saddness, regret. Aaron took the mans horse, and turned it into an undead creature, one who surprisingly, could withstand all sunlight... Aaron then went to the crip in which his belongings had been buried, and took up his sword and dagger, and old black garb. He took the name night rider, and went to the Ijuuj to present his servace to them. When Kurochi went on his killing spree Night Rider was not able to stop him, and his masters would not heed his council. Finally he left the Ijuuj, taking the Fang gem with him. Night Rider then went to different cities and begain to gather a following, mostly former Ijuuj who were worried about the inaction of there masters. Night Rider then went into hideing, following certain feellings that he had... Now he has returned to try and stop the Silver Haired Demon once again. Other: Night Rider speaks with an Italian Accent, and any thing typed in [i]Italics[/i] is spoken in Italian. He also has his undead horse who is always with him, and the Wolf Fang, formerly gaurding the Fang Gem for one of the Ijuuj bosses. Fang now follows Night Rider. (Hope you don't mind me bringing him back ;) )

This is realy cool DW... da da dee da dee- oh sorry, the music distracted me... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Char Name:[/b] Nin Jet Su "Chop Sui" [b]Char Chosen:[/b] Ninja [b]BackRound:[/b] "Chop Sui" is a very honorable backstabing sneaky ninja. He loves useing his surroundings as a weapon against his enemy, even useing the enemy him/her self against them self. That sounds strange untill he starts beating them with there own leg... He oft gets questions like, -person-: "How can you kill from the shadows, (Backstab) and still be honorable?" He oft answers -Nin Jet Su-: "How does the snake devower the slightly larger rat? How do the four heros plan to defeat the vast leigions of evil? How dose the old timey music keep playing over and over in an endless circle? No one knows, Figure out these answers and maby by then I'll have an answer to your first question." -Person-: -[i]Odd stare[/i]- -Nin Jet Su-: "Ok, so Dragon Warior knows how the music works...But nobody knows the answers of the other two...do they?" -[i]looks around to see if anybody knows the answer to the other questions.[/i]- "Put your hand down! You don't realy know the answer." -Person2-: "Um, yes I do." -Nin Jet Su-: "No no you don't-" -Person2-: "Yes, yes I-" -Nin Jet Su-: "What? No complaining, you don't know the answer...See no one knows the answer-" -Person2-: "I know the answer." -Nin Jet Su-: " No, no you don't!" -[i]Beats Person2 with his own leg[/i]- ... He is fighting with the others because, well his God Jimmy has told him to do so... [b]Personality:[/b] Nin Jet Su is honorable and peace loving and nature loving. Its odd then that he has an addiction to stabbing his enemies in the back befor they see him, getting into large battles to show off his fighting talent, and watching whole forests suddenly combust into flame... Hope Im Accepted.

Name: Roger Short Alias: The Ranger Age: 47 Apperance: Roger is 5' 11" and abot 136 pounds. He is ruff and travel worn, from his brown leather trench coat (not the shiny black sort, brown cow hide leather.) to his dusty hat, which is black. He wears star spurs on his boots, which come up to his mid calf, and blue jeans under his chaps. He wears black gloves and a black button up shirt. Roger's hair is long, light brown, and he keeps his face ruffly shaven. He has dark green eyes, and ussually is seen smoking a cigar. He wears his two rebuilt La Mat Calvary Revolvers in hulsters, one on each hip. Often he's seen with his modified Winchester Rifle. Alliance: The Regulators Weapon(s) of choice: Two rebuilt La Mat Calvary Revolvers and a modified Winchester Rifle. Bio: Roger Short is a loner, a cowboy and some time ranch hand, and a bounty hunter. He never stays in one place long. Not since he was a kid of about sixteen. Roger had hooked up with a small bandit group heading west, but when they left him for dead he took up a home in a small town and US Army fort. Roger moved on from there when he was about 19, heading west with a good friend he had made in the town, Tom "Goods" Walks. The two head for Texas, but soon found themselfs seperated by fate. Tom desided to stop at a cattle ranch and work up some cash befor heading out, Roger continued on. When he reached Texas Roger took up a position on a ranch. He was 21. Two years later he reunited with Tom "Goods" who was leading a herd from the ranch he had been working at, to the ranch Roger was working. Roger was ready to move, and he asked Tom to go with him, the two set off again. This time a bandit group attacked them, and Tom was killed. Roger, who narrowly escaped, came to find out that it was the same group he had first started west with. Roger followed the group to there hide out, and then went to find a local sheirif. When he did he persuaded Mr. Duglas Robers to round up a small pose and go get the bandits. When they attacked the bandits hid out Roger who was now sore of two hurts from them, was relentless in his persuit. He killed every member of the gang. After that he lived his life wandering the west, collecting various bounties and working various Cattle Runs. Untill at the age of 46 he got caught up in the Lincoln County War. He saw Tunstall murdered, and it made him remember how his friend Tom "Goody" had died. Roger sought out the Regulators.

Name: Eric Redhammer Race: Human Class: General At Arms (Soldier) (Uses a wide range of weaponry.) Age: 34 Discription: Eric is a tall (7' 1") man who stands firm in the face of any darkness. He has green eyes and long brown hair. Many battle scars mark his body, his face is ruff, made to look even ruffer by his beard and mustache. He wares leather pants and a white cotton shirt under a black vest. His suit of armor is forged of steel, and his helm sports a large white plume. It has a simple guard that shuts over his face. He wairs a full suit of chain mail under his armor, and silk garmets over that. All in all when in full battle dress it is quite a splended outfit. Weapon of Choice: A steel Double edged blade, simple and sturdy. Marked with the words: [i] Courage Honor Strength [/i] Personality: Eric is a very honorable person. He walks the path of good and justice. He is kind spoken toward his friends, and harsh with his eniemies. He is not rash but can be vengefull. Bio: Eric Redhammer was born in Venna, his parents were loving and did all they could for him, they wanted him to grow up and leave for Cammodor one day. Venna though, it had other plans. The city seemed to work wonders at ruinning a good soldiers plan of ever leaving. Eric was only three days from being transfered to Cammodor, when the city was put under siege by the True Darkness. Only a small seige, perhaps to test the cities deffences. Eric performed well in the time of danger, and needless to say, was denied transfer. Instead he was placed in charge of a small group of soldiers that would deffend the out fort of Bergon a small deffencive possition half mile outside the city. He served there for four years with out seeing battle untill the fort was attacked by a small leigion of enemy troops. Only Eric and nine others survived to return to the city, but they had held out till the last. Eric was then honored with the rank of Sargent, and given control of the outter wall. The other nine men were made captains and put under his command. Another three years passed befor anything happened again and then a massive siege attempt that lasted nearly three months. The casualties were enormous, but finally they broke the siege. Eric was given the rank of general at arms, given the command of the entire Vennian Garrison. The previous General at Arms had been killed in the siege. Eric has always dreamed of leaving Venna to go to a city far away from the Lands Edge, but he knows now that will never happen. Fate has him tied there untill it thinks of some worse place for him.

"To escape from this place is to do the imposible...in this place you will die, that is now your fate." -Inscription- Prologe: The small ship was rocked hard by the waves, a strong man yelled out orders to his men, "Hold fast, we will hold out!" A flash of lightning streaked across the sky. "Land off the starbord side!" A lookout called, the men turned to see. A towering city on an island, walls that stretched up into the blackness. The captain of the ship called out, "Bring us away! Don't let the wind put us against the rocks!" A sudden wave lurched the craft toward the island, they could not pull away. The rocks slashed the under side of the ship, water began to fill the hull... Another flash of lightning, and the men could see a massive door. From below another, younger man came to stand next to the captain. "My lord prince Anasin what do you wish us to do? Out ship is lost." The prince turned toward the captain, "Go, and see what men can make for shore!" The men abandoned there ship, and swam for the shore, the storm was letting off now, only slightly. Almost a quarter of the crew drowned in the waves. The others made for the slightly sunken causeway leading to the door. As they made there way toward the door it begain to open. At first a light shone through, but then darkness. "What is this madness? Do my eyes deceive me?" Anasin watched as the door inched open ever more. Suddenly a dark mist shot from the crack, it moved toward the sailors, and engulfed them in darkness, none could see, all was dark. The prince heared the faint screams of men, dieing men. He began to worry, but could see nothing, he called out, "My men what do you see!?" But even his own voice seemed distant... Suddenly Anasin woke, the sun shone brightly on the causeway, a few soldiers and sailors were left alive, the rest were all gone, not even blood stained the cause way. As he got up he noticed some men gathered by a large stone, he went to them. They all stared at some inscription on the stone: -You have trespassed on the island of Reors, to escape this place is to do the impossible, you have stumbled to this place, and in this place you will die, that is now your fate. Go now, and die in what way you see fit.- Reors. An island of legend, a massive city and fortress, a palace of some unknown ruler. It lies in the southern Arabian Sea. Stories say that it is much like the city of Babylon, though Reors is filled with all number of dangers. It is sayed that wealth beyond measure is locked away in its vaults, but it is also sayed that evil beyond compare is imprisoned there as well... Many bards have told of the city, of the dangers that lurk there and the treasure rooms... The survivors. You are one of few survivors, your prince (played by me) was on a mission to Egipt, and you were his guard. Unfortunetly a storm pushed you far off course and stranded you on the island of Reors, your first impression after reading the inscription out side the city gate is that you will die there, but you Prince has assured you that there must be a way home, after all some one had to live to tell about it once befor because you've all heard the stories. You are all very athletic, and well trained to fight with the sword. -Notes- This is kind of like Prince of Persia: Warrior Within, except without the ability to control time. With this inmind some things that would normaly be improbable/imposible, (insainely long wall runs and other athletic acheivements) can be done on a regular basis, just keep it with in the Prince of Persia's ability. That said: SIGN UPS Name: (middle eastern BC kinda stuff.) Age: 30-40 Gender: (Some women are ok, but not to many, this is old Prusian setting, so there wouldn't be many) Appearance: Pic is good Words are good. Bio: Include likes, dislikes, personality stuff, and a short history. Not to long. Weapon: All old Prusian kind of things, (no Far Eastern) Mostly swords, but bow and arrows are ok, Knifes and spears will do also. I'll post mine when some other people join.

Densi had been against the idea of leaving the Resistance at first, after all he was sent to get there help. But after some persuation, he agreed. "No matter what now, we will need some kind of army, mercs may do for some things, but there is still a huge army in Sanatos, and we will have to fight some big battles sooner or latter, plus even if you win, you still have the Resistance to worry about...Jadou may be a good guy, but if he thinks he's gonna become the new ruler and doesn't, you can't be possitive how he'll act. My people are already marching around the outter cities of Sanatos, they are prepared to fight for the good cause, but they need to know who there allies are." Densi looked around, "All I need to do is tell them, and they will draw out Merichs forces. With his armies all fighting against the Edrick Dunes it will be easier to get close to him." Densi stood up and whistled, and the message hawk appeared, "My lord is prepared to attack, he will fight this war with or without you, but if we are united then it will be much easier."

Oh, that sucks. It seemed cool

Wow...this is crazy. Name: Luthon Breged Rethus Morterol Gredar IV Age: 38 Discription: See attachment Personality: Luthon might be considered slightly less brutal and ruthless when compaired to others, but only slightly. He fears little, and has been known to prevoke a duel over a simple look. He greatly enjoys the arena, and has many fighters contacted to himself and his family, the Morterol Gredar family. Luthon is very proud of his abilities. He will be seen playing the social part often and he no doubt loves it. He flirts with the ladies as often as he duels with the men. If any thing he is well known to come to parties late and stay even later. His one true fear is that he will die with out love, for he has never truely loved any of the women he has known. His quest, weather or not he knows it, is to find a lover who will not betray him for her own gain. Weapons: His first, best, and most prized weapon is his Rapier, perfectly balanced, and near unfathomly sharp. The basket hilt is super finely detailed, made of platnum as is the entier blade, The sheath is white gold, with gold emblems. The Gaurd is studded with dimonds and pearls and other presious stones. His second weapon, the one he turly prides himself in, is his fire blue bladed katana. the hilt gaurd is pure gold, and the blade is, like the Rapier, made of platnum. The handle is made of blue saphire. The sheath is blue saphire with white gold accents and emblems. Introductions are in Order: "The fight goes to Therna Sul, fighter of Luthon Breged Rethus Morterol Gredar the fourth!" The crowd cheared, Luthon stood. He wore his traditional white black and red garb, it was what he commonly wore to the arena. Luthon pulled his Rapier from its sheath and held it verticaly in front of his face, the fighter Therna Sul did the same with his sword. Luthon then spread his arms to the crowd, who applauded him. Luthon left the arena, his next fighter was not up for some four rounds. He made his way down to the fighter's barracks and preperation area, but was stopped by a nearly red Thul Undol Kindrid, "Luthon you cheated me!" Luthon looked at this man who was accusing him, and couldn't help but smile, "Bah, lay not your complaints on me! I would tell you to complain to your fighter, but it seems to be preoccupied, dead as he is." Thul stormed up to Luthon, nearly forgetting any of his status or upbringing. "You dare assume your fighter was accually better than mine!?" Luthon pushed the other man away sternly, "It seems that way to me, if you were not blind as you are you would see that as well. Why do you fret over this one fighter, if he died then he was not worth what ever you were paying him." Luthon begain to continue but Thul stepped infront of him, "That was my prize fighter Luthon, you owe me-" Luthon cut him off harshly, "I owe you nothing! Do not disturb me with you pettyness you unrefined fool! Shut up and flee from my sight befor you end up like your fighter or worse!" Thul grabbed Luthon's jacket in anger, Luthon pulled his Rapeir from its sheath and sliced the hand that had grabbed him clean off, all in one quick motion, he then proceded to slice off on of the mans ears and a small portion of his nose. He then wiped his blade on a clean section of Thul's jacket and put it back in its sheath. "Now go in disgrace from my sight fool." Luthon pushed Thul in to a wall were he left him to clutch his wounds. After his last fighter faught in the arena Luthon had an engagment at a party. He made his way to his own manor, and changed into an elegant red outfit and placed his Rapier in its marble case. Then he went off to the party... When he arrived he approched the first single woman that came into view, "Madam, may I have the plessure of sitting with you?" The women smilled, and made room for him on the large sofa, "That is a very elegant dress, if I may be alowed." The woman smiled and nodded at him, "Thank you."... ---- I got to go. If you want any thing else, just ask.

OOC: Do we discuss the little Edrick Dunes army after this little shindig? Ok. IC: Densi walked into the east square like he owned it. The others, who were being stealthy, tried to get him back...but he knew what he was doing, kinda... As he walked down the street a gaurd stopped him, "Hey you! What are you doing at this time of night!?" Densi turned, eying the possitions of archers and snipers, as well as the other guards. "Oh, so sorry sir, I only just arrived, I am traveling you see, I was not informed of a curfue." The guard looked at Densi, "Well there is one and your breaking it, and what the hell are you doing carrying thoughs weapons?" The guard eyed Densi's weapons. "Oh thoughs, well I do need protection from dangers on the road." The guard stepped up to the much larger Densi, "So what are you doing out here?" A soft bird call echoed from the sky, "That." Densi raised his arm, and the message hawk flew down, notisably tired from his journy. "Just waiting for news." The guard looked at the bird, then at Densi, then at his weapons, "Ok well I'll let you off this time, but get back to your home, or where ever your staying. And don't let it happen again." Densi walked back to the ally the others were watching from, and slipped in. "You're a crazy fool." Some one said to him, but he didn't pay attention. He unrolled the message, and held it up to the light. [i]It is time, we march tonight, by the time you get this, we will be heading to war. Persuade the resistance to join us if you can. We will not reveal our presence untill your word yea or nay, Be swift.[/i] Densi looked over his shoulder, and then begain to point out gaurds, "A small tower across the square, three snipers, at least two more on the roof tops right above us. And one more." Densi pointed strait up, "On this roof." "There are about seven guards in the square at the moment. And no doubt a few more in the ajoinning streets." Densi looked at the others... "After you."