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"Fools.... All of them." Xen snorted as he watched from his vantage point. His lip curled as he watched the plumes of smoke rise from the ashes of the destruction. "If only there was a way to destroy all of them in one go..." Xen pitied the poor humans who had met their end, they had not deserved it. "Perhaps it is best that I begin to move." Xen caught whiff of a vampire's scent. This one was foolish, he only knew he had found the day walker. But, he was young, fool hardy. This one would be quick to fall. "Tracking me, are you?" Xen calls out, knowing his vantage point was comprimised. "I'm surprised they sent one so young. But, then again, I'm the day walker, so I guess they think I'm not that powerful." "I'm gonna take you out." Xen shrugged.This one was so oblivious, it was pathetic. He had muscles bulky enough to squash TVs, but strength was determined by age, and purity of the blood. This one was an african male, and with a vicious streak. The scent of human blood was present, he reeked of it. "I don't feel like dealing with you. Would you go away, if I tossed a stick?" "Huh?" "Apparently, brains aren't a major concern to you. No matter. You either leave, or die. Your choice." The boy lunged, and Xen ducked, bringing his hand up and through the poor bastard's chest. "You die, then.I did show mercy, I gave you the chance to run." Xen yanked, removing the idiot's heart. He fell, lifeless. "Too bad." Xen turned around, and jumped off of the building. He feel four stories, before landing on his feet. He opened the door to a bright red sports car, and turned the key. It roared to life, and then he sped off into the high rise neiborhoods, to his own condo. He closed the door, and sat down in a plush chair. He opened the bottle next to him, pouring a glass for him self consisting of a thick red liquid. "Ah.... well.... at least I know no one will be coming after me... sunrise is in a few hours...." "You's gonna die!

Welcome to Twilight Memories, a theatre lost within space. Once upon a time, this was the place to be entertained. However, it disappeared, with no trace. Just before it vanished, There was a beautiful opera singer aboard, named Elaine Morrisette. She had bought the theatre, making it her home as well.Now, it has been discovered again. But something isn't right. What are the illusions that keep appearing? Where is everyone who was aboard? Careful now, even your sweetest dreams can become nightmares here.... Will you survive Twilight Memories? ok, the vid is the basis for this. you come aboard the Twilight Memories theatre, by means of a scrap and salvage crew ship. But once aboard, strange things start happening. How do you escape? Name: Age: Gender: Personality: Biography:

Here are a few rules and guidelines for you to enjoy. 1. No picking of your nose. Just because we can't see you, doesn't mean it's not disgusting. If you must, please use a tissue to blow your nose, and dispose of it in the trash. 2. Remember, if your boobies jiggle suddenly, then it's the ghost. If your nuts jiggle, then stop playing with them. 3.Spamming is allowed, but only in the Chatterbox. Just be sure to shut up those damn poodles. 4. The calling each other of names is childish. If one does so, then risk being subjected to the same. If it continues, then the lot of you are idiots, and action will be taken, most likely involving feathers, handcuffs, and a very, very, rabid and depraved fangirl. 5. Opinions are just like armpits. Everyone usually has at least one and they usually stink. 6. ALL HAIL LORD ILLPALAZZO! 7. If you feel the need to **** me over, at least bring some lube and a condom. 8. INSERT BORING RULE HERE 9. SEE RULE NO. 8 10. Any disiplinary action will be taken before a committee of cows and milked to the point where even the cows will be mooing in pain. 11. If anyone wakes up with a hangover, it is everyone else's job in the Mansion to make sure that one person is miserable. 12. Apples and pin cushions are really the same thing. 13. Have some fun, and be sure to chuck pineapples at morons. 14. Use common sense people. these are the rules to my website... lol

my god.... every time i see this show i feel my I.Q. drop......i hate it.

Earth has been devastated by a third great war, and the human populus is gone.... only thirty percent remains and now human are only just able to recoup. Many major cities, like Los Angeles, New York, Paris, Moscow, Berlin, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are mere ruins. Earth is a distant memory... Humans, in the war, began to create. Even before the war, robotic achievements were advancing by leaps and bounds. During the war, mankind started making armies that far surpassed even the creator's imagination. Mankind created machines in its image, perhaps then can it be said man was the architect of its own demise. In the war, machines were created, made to look, act, and to even have emotions like humans. Some were so advanced, they were even capable of pregnancy. These machines were the pinnacle of man's greatest achievements. However, most were destroyed or have since ceased function, refusing to watch their creators destroy one another. How sad a machine can learn the value of life before humankind. But, humans have never been content with merely creating, they experimented on their fellow man. Genetically enhanced humans, with other worldly powers. Mutants, as they are now called. Most of the early creations went rampant, until the mutating process was perfected. Now, such creatures run wild, killing all they can. These monsters are humankind's just deserts for playing God. If there is one thing Man has been good at, it's war. Man commits wicked deed upon wicked deed onto itself. Sin upon sin. Only now, after humanity has destroyed its beautiful home world, does it learn its lesson. Humans are just now getting to the point where they are getting back to their former glory. On leaving Earth for the stars,humans have come into contact with alien species, namely the Hydrans. Humankind was unable to clean up its own mistakes alone, and thus did the Hydrans take pity and begin to aide them. Hydrans are an alien species, and more than kind. Hydran bear some semblence to felines, but also possess psycho-kinetic abilities. Hydrans are more human-like than anything, they are simply more high strung. After taking the human race under its wing, the Hydran race introduced Humans to other alien speicies, and thus did man begin to find its place amongst the stars. The last love song on this dying little world plays on, as humans try so hard to save what's left of their home. But is it too late? Even now, there are factions that thrive on chaos and death. Rumors of a planetary restructuring device are whispered. Some search for it, others aim to destroy it. And yet even still others are content in their daily lives. How will you survive? Will you search for humanity's final hope in restoring its homeworld? Or are you wanting to use this hope as a weapon and hold the galaxy hostage? Who are you? Okay, peeps. you got the idea. here's the sign-up: Name: Age:( here you can make your age specific to your race) Race: (you can make up your own, if you want, but if you do, a short description would be nice) Appearence: ( picture or a good description will suffice) Home world: Personality: Biography: (don't write me a novel folks.... that's what the rpg is for)

Name: Saio Keturi Age: !45 in Earth years, although I appear 17. Gender: male Home planet: Sentinel III. I was manufactured there. Appearence:[IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/EvilKenta.png[/IMG]

Name: Derrik Warren Age: 22 Gender: male Physical Appearance: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/Vampire-7.jpg[/IMG] Curse: Unlife Derrik's real body goes into a coma, his spirit housed in some kind of fake body made from the same substance as the geisha. If the curse is left unchecked, his real body will become weaker and weaker, untill it dies. Curse Toy: A pretty little geisha doll made from an unknown substance, dressed in fine silks. Ability: His new body feels no pain, and seemingly is indestructible. His senses are sharper, his strength increased. As his body shuts down, he will become stronger and faster, but when his body does die, he will die with it. However, like a doll, he can twist his joints around in impossible angles. Personality: A bright boy, he's always cheerful. He's always trying to make people laugh. His fiery personality is quite evident, he's always energetic. Background: He moved to Beniseta from New York City, and finds the town a little dull. His parents were killed in a horrible accident, so he moved in with his grandparents. His huge inheritance is used for him to go to the local college.

Name: Xen Fenix Age: he was born in the early 13th century Gender: male Species: Vampire Alliance: None. Appearence: [IMG]http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee260/inufandom/Vampire-6.jpg[/IMG] Personality: He's a bright boy, forever a teenager, even now. He has a very real sense of right and wrong, and is quite passionate about art. His fiery personality is always sure to brighten someone's life, though he's alot more tough than he pretends to be. He talks the talk, and walks the walk, but doesn't go looking for trouble. As far as he's concerned, humans are the ones that need protecting from the REAL monsters. Weapons: he needs no weapons, though he prefers to carry a pistol in a holster on his right leg. Unique ability: He's immune to the harmful rays of the sun. However, his supernatural strengths are diminished greatly during the day, and he can sun burn easily. Writing sample: "So... what is this?" Xen looked into the glass he held, the deep red color drawing his his hunger. "Cow." Taking a deep swig, Xen downed the glass in a few gulps. However, his hunger was not satisfied completely. "So.... um... yeah. Why did you want me?" Xen sat down at the grand piano, and begun to play. Xen's old freind smiled, his teeth pointed and gleaming. "There's been several... occurences. The clans are fighting." Xen merely snorted in response. "Yeah, what else is new?" "It's become rather violent as of late. You won't be able to be immpartial for much longer." The beautiful piano melody wound itself aroung the two, bringing a small amount of peace to them both. "Yeah well, both sides are crazy and all they want is to rule everything. Neither side gives any though what so ever to the mortals caught in the crossfire. My duty is to protect them." "Still playing the hero after all these centuries. You never change." Xen looked out the open window. Dawn was looming over the horizon. "Well, you need to go to sleep soon. Dawn approaches." The old vampire smiled once more. "Yes, not all of us are day walkers like you. But still, you need to be careful. Both sides want you.... and they might try to make sure neither can get you." Xen nodded. "Yes, so very true." Xen sighed. Being hunted by both sides was not something he particularly worried about. But it disn't make him at ease, either. Xen bowed out, and saw himself to the door. He looked to thr rising sun, and knew that tonight he would be under seige, his freind had warned him. "Man... this bites. It figures that even now I'm wanted dead... This crap is no different than when I was human....."

Name: ZX-294863 'Zee Ecks' Age: 27 Home World: K-1582 Class: Gunner Speicies: Android Appearence: Julian Moore from Arimitage III

Name: Rayne Age: 16 Object bound to: a stuffed toy in the shape of an angel, he's a prize to be won. Appearence: He's dressed in a black shirt that only covers his chest. His shorts are white and are knee length, with a pair of red sneakers. His hair is white as well, with crystal blue eyes. Personality: He was a bright and happy teen, always laughing. He's protective, and a fighter. Now, he's shedding tears for those who will share his fate. Bio: He was unwillingly dragged to the Carnival, and trapped there, as a prize to be won in one of the games. He's always watching, trying to free himself and all those bound to the Carnival. Several years have passed since he became a permanent part of the carnival, he was one of the first to fall prey to it. Other: His appearence is often sudden, and he's gone even more quickly than he appears.

Zee had made his way back to the pub, and had watched the entire episode. Coming over to the two, the boy and the machine, he knelt beside the two. He reached to touch the kid's shoulder. "My name is Zee. I'm sorry, but I had figured you could have handled it." "It's fine," said the boy, brushing Zee's hand away. "We're used to people treating us like garbage." "And I'm not one of those people." Zee reached out to touch the small machine. Zee's eyes began to glow an eerie green, and data files began to scroll in them. Blueprints, schimatics, all kinds of things exept memories. Zee was careful to avoid looking at those. "My, this little one has had a tough time....His CPU is having trouble maintaining his motor functions, and it's not a matter involving how he was built. I guess those pricks really roughed him up." Zee moved the little robot around, looking at it. "His left front balance jack is loose and the side motor under his 'arm' shall we say, is jammed. I assume you built him?" Zee reached around and worked on the machine. In a few seconds, the machine was standing and 'smiling', like the day he was built. "There we go..." The kid was slack jawed. "Yeah.... How'd you know all of that stuff?" Zee smiled. "I'll say this much.... This little guy, -Fritz, you called him?- me and him have more in common than you think. I was built, much like he was. If you want to know how a machine works, then ask one." Zee patted the little guy's monitor. "He's a cutie." Zee gave the little machine a kiss on the side, and it quirked up and knew it would be blushing, if it could. It gave Zee a hug, buzzing and beeping and whiring. "Your welcome." Zee told it. The realization came to the boy. "You...you're a machine too!" "Bingo. Not so loud, please. I don't need anymore trouble than I'm really worth. And I was kind of an accident.... And as for Fritz, his repairs are only temporary. you're going to have to find replacement parts, my patchwork won't hold for long." The boy held out his hand. "I'm Demi." Zee shook his hand. "It's my pleasure. Come on, I have someone I'd like you to meet." "Hey..." Demi tugged on Zee's jacket. "Can I ask you what model you are?" "I'm one of the final ZX types ever built." On seeing Demi's expression, Zee cocked his head. "What?!" "The ZX types stopped production almost a hundred and twenty years ago. I thought most of them had been destroyed or ceased functioning..." "And indeed they have. I simply know how to maintence myself." "Um... can I take a peek under the hood? I always wanted to check out one of you ZX types. I thought all of you had gone offline... I though I never would get the chance. I'm talking to a piece of history!" Zee laughed." A peek under the hood, huh? Honestly, I think my mechanics and structure might be just in your range of intelligence. It might be kind of interesting to see if you could help me lift my combat limiter. But, not untill we get at least to the Swallow. But, I also like to keep my secrets to myself." Zee smiled. "SWEET!!!!!!" Zee could only laugh at Demi's enthusiasm.

Zee smiled sweetly. "This might prove to be entertaining, at least." Zee beconed Jaster to take a seat. "I am Zee Ecks, A personal friend To both Lyuann and her Father. You do have some semblence to Johnny 5. I can buy the story." Zee kicked back another pitcher of whiskey. "How can you drink like that?" Jaster asked. Zee only smiled. Jaster's expression changed to one of curiousity. "And You look not much older than either me or her." He guestured to Lyuann. "Why?" Zee closed his eyes. "Machines don't age." "What, that's a full prosthetic body? How long have you had it? I've seen pictures of you taken sixteen years ago...." "Eh.... One could say that I've had this body for years. In fact, I've had this body for almost a century and a half." Zee leaned back. "We're up against a powerful enemy.... You sure you can handle it? You can barely hold your liquor....But then again, I proccess food and beverages much faster than a human can, So I'm not really one to judge. Lyuann will be the one to decide if you're good enough." Zee stood up, and smiled. "Anyway, Lyuann, I have to go get the supplies for the ship and get them in order for loading. Knowing the handlers here at the port, they'll probably break everything or spill something." Zee gave a jovial salute, one he did only for Lyuann, and walked out. He walked down the street, and headed to the port docking bay. He was packing his Magnum, but it was loaded with paint bullets. One real shot might pop a seam somewhere and then everyone would go straight to heaven. The real reason he had left was that he knew that someone was wanting to get him alone, under the misguided conception he was human. He knew that Lyuann was quite the target, and several people would have loved to get her out of the way, and would use him to get her. So, he was letting them think he was foolish enough to go by himself. What he wanted was to know who was after them this time. Zee purpously walked down a dark alley, if only to have a gun pointed to his head. "So. You're Zee Ecks..... " said a voice. "Yes. And who do I have the pleasure of doing buisness with?" Zee raised his hands into the air. His attitude was casual, he was completely unafraid. "Your reputation preceeds you. You really do have no fears of death. Ironic, isn't it, that the person about to kill you is the same?" "Who'd we piss off this time?" was Zee's only response. The figure makes no effort to say anything, only cocks his gun. "Any last words?" "Yeah. Pick your targets more wisely." Zee lashes out, and grabs the person by the throat. He reconizes the person. "Well, if it isn't the poor shmuck I kicked the shit out of at the last port. As if once wasn't enough...." Zee throws the guy into a wall, and dusts off his hands. "And to think trash isn't picked up for another two days...." Zee walked back off, dissmissing the man as no threat, only a guy with a grudge. Zee sighed. "And I thought it might have been a problem...."

Name: Saio Uzu Age: Unknown Gender: Male Race: Ctarl-Ctarl Appearence: Saio's appearence is quite odd, he dresses in a kimono reminicent of a geisha, but the length is short, it is only thigh length. He wears fishnet leggings, and spike heeled leather boots. He's short, only 5'7". Hish kimono has an elaborate gold leafing on the right sleeve, off-setting the inky black of the kimono. He wears a gemstone flower in his hair, which is a platinum white. If he didn't reveal he was a man, then one would assume he was a woman. Personality: He's brash, crude, rude, and a complete oddball. As predictable as the oceans of his home world, he's an overall sweet natured guy, but he rarely shows it. He's always bright and cheerful, and rallying to fight. He loves to have fun, but this often gets him into trouble. Abilities: He has the ability to transform into a huge tiger like beast. The phases of the moon affect his strength in any form he takes. Weapons: He has none. Bio: He's not really a typical Ctarl-Ctarl, he left his home and then decided to explore the reaches of Outer Space. Coming from a military background, seeing him now no one would guess it.He doesn't really talk about his past, he finds it depressing. He traveled with a circus for awhile, performing as an acrobat. Now, he's heard of the Leyline, and out of mere curiousity is he looking for it.

interesting....... I rather like your sign ups. You two are definitely in. Let's get some more peeps to join.....

Welcome to Twilight Memories, a place lost within the space between life, and death. This place mimics the appearence of a war torn countryside, complete with a cityin ruins. Battle scars litter the area, the plants are in a perpetual state of dying. The sky remains a bleak and uninviting grey, rain is almost always falling, perpetually in a state of twilight. Here, things are always shifting, nothing is ever the same for long. Yet, A voice seems to be carried by the wind. [COLOR="Red"][I][B]"Come to me.... Help me free the souls of the people lost here forever..."[/B][/I][/COLOR] But there are monsters lurking everywhere, to devour those who loose their way. So many have lost to these atrocities, these things born of the darkness within humanity itself. But, those who are whisked away to this place never return. The ruins here are many, and often, people disappear and are never seen again. What happens to them? Do they return to where they belong as they were whisked here? Or do they die, and go somewhere else? Enter the Lost. That is what the people here call themselves. Lost are the souls who appear in these lands. Time seems to repeat itself over and over, the world repairing and destroying itself over and over again. Many people lose their lives, if only to appear here again. Those who are devoured, and those who disappear..... What is the truth of this place? The Lost are those who never end, those who die and appear here over and over again with the world. Some of them seem to think this is hell. Some think it is merely a trial before they go to heaven. And some.... just don't know what to think. There is only one thing they are sure of. Pain is still very, very real. Okay peoples, it's time to solve this world's problems. This world is lost in never ending chaos. Even If you die, you will come back, right back into this hell. All you want to do is escape this place, even if it means death, even if it means oblivion. Take heed to the voice that calls....And solve the mystery of Twilight Memories. The people here are depending on you. Here is the sign up: Name: Age: History: before coming to Twilight Memories, who were you? Did you die and come here, or did you find a mystic portal or door that led here? What were they like before coming to this world? At Present: What are you doing now? Why do you chase after the voice? What did the person calling to you look like when you found it? Abilities: The land of Twilight Memories is rippling with the supernatural. What forces have you tapped into? What spells can you cast? Do you heal, or do you incinerate? Personality: What's your character like now that they are here, unable to leave no matter what they do?

Name: Cat Age: Unknown Gender: Male Personality: He's as predictable as Nightmare itself. He decides what he wants to do and when he wants to do it. If someone gets in his way, he deals with them. He's not above helping the humans, it entertains him. But even he doesn't know how to leave, he's never gone out of his way to find out, knowing he never could. Did I mention he's a drag queen? He talks in riddles more often than not, and laughs at the confusion caused by it. Description: Dressed in his best, he appears to be some sort of geisha. His kimono is short, the length to his mid-thighs. He wears fish-net leggings and spike heeled boots. A bright green garter adorns his left thigh. His face and hair are made up like a geisha, but in tones of purple, and his Kimono is jet black with purple stripes like a tabby cat, the obi adorned with jasmine flower print, and a gemstone flower on the front to the left. The right sleeve is purple with black stripes, offsetting the rest of the kimono. The left sleeve has a gold leaf pattern with red orchids. His hair has a red and purple gemstone flower above his left ear. His eyes are like a feline, an eerie yellow with slitted pupils. His ears are slightly pointed, the right bearing a blood red gem hanging from three links on a gold chain. If he didn't tell he was a man, one would think he was a woman. Abilities: As his name implies, he has the ability to turn into a Cat Beast. He swells up in muscle tone, and purple fur with black stripes sprouts on all of his skin. His boots fade away and are replaced with clawed paws, his hands grow longer, and his nails become ink black. His face elongulates, and resembles a cat. Weapons: In his point of view, why bother carrying them? He's strong enough, fast enough, and cunning enough not to need them. OOC: okay... i figured we needed a cheshire cat figure... i hope he's acceptable.....

"Eh," Zee threw his hands into the air."True enough. But does he have any skills to back up his money, or is all he can do is throw away his money?" Zee looked around, and grasped one of the pitchers. Taking it to his lips, he guzzled half of it. Setting it down, Lyuann shrugged in avid distaste. "Must be nice to be able to drink like an idiot and not BE an idiot afterwards." Lyuann remarked dryly. Zee only smiled, and belched loudly. "I know, isn't it?" "Keep acting like that and people might guess you aren't human." "Eh, the patrons of this bar are morons." Zee drank the rest of the pitcher, and belched again. "You are disgusting." Lyuann remarked. "But you love me anyway." Zee sat back in his chair. "Man.... This waiting sucks." Putting his hand over his eyes, he sighed. "So much is going on. It's wearing me out..." He sat back up, his goofy demeanor back. "I must be getting old." "You, old? Get real." "I'm old enough to be your great grandfather." "I know. And you look just SO good for your age, too." Zee laughed in response. Wild, raucious music began to play, and Zee lit up like a drag queen at Mardi Gras. "I have an idea." Lyuann smacked her forehead. "Oh dear god no......Please no...." "TOO LATE!" Zee yelled, laughing, and he kicked the side of the table, sending him rocking back. Using his momentum, he rolled back out of the chair, and into a handstand. Using his abilities, he kicked the pub's lights on, focusing them on him. He twirled on one hand, and flipped up onto the bar, the owner's jaw almost to the floor. The music made a dramatic shift to a classic german rock band. Zee began to dance, his motions of a sexual nature. He played the role good, his motions changing depending on the tone and pace of the music. He sang too, his voice provoking, or sweet and feminine, matching the voices in the song. As the song came to a close, he slowed his dance, and on the final note bowed. The pub lit up with applause, the owner being congradulated on hiring the performer. Zee hoped down, smiling. "You know Lyuann, you should get up there with me sometime." "Please. Spare me. You do that to distract me from my problems. And it works. Besides, you love a chance to perform." "Yeah, I know. But its fun, at least." Zee took another drink. "And it passes the time." "Learn that from the circus?" Lyuann quirked up, but her smile faded on seeing Zee's expression. In his mind, he was remembering the machines attacking the Circus, and wiping out all he held dear. "I'm sorry.... I didn't mean to make you remember..." Lyuann was beside herself with guilt, knowing it was a painful memory for Zee. "I did learn it from the circus. I remember the first time we met, little one. You were only three. Your father brought you to see me perform at the Scrapmetal Circus." Lyuann smiled fondly. "You were wearing half a clown mask.... and twirling and dancing on the tight rope." Lyuann frowned. "How sad its gone..." "Yeah, but you still have me. I'll give you a private performance anytime." "Thanks for the sentiment. I'll take you up on that. Sometime, anyway."

Name: Saio Marquise Hunter.net name:ImGonnaDie94 Age:22 Hair: A spikey neon blue Eyes: green Height: 5'7" Weight: 160 lbs Creed: Martyr Weapons: Vials of holy water Zippo brand lighter and pack of smokes Hand grenades Desert Eagle twin pistols, and a cartridge of silver 9mm bullets. Otherwise.... anything he can get his hands on can become a leathal weapon. Edges: Insinuate: Closes his eyes and sheds a single tear. "I'm sorry." Becalm: Using a super compresed vial of holy water, he flings it into the ground, and it explodes into a mist. "Doesn't it feel good?" Demand: After receiving a blow that inflicts great pain, He focuses his pain into weilding it like a weapon. "Let's play." Payback: All the pain he has ever suffered is sent at an enemy, and he comes at them swinging, or firing, which ever the case may be. "My apologies." Blaze: Lighting up a ciggarette, He takes a deep breath and exhales a vehement roaring fireball. "Looks like smoking is bad for you." Burden: He glares through tears at the enemy at hand, usually blindly reaching for anything to bring on the beat down. "You will fall." (OOC I'll finish this tomorrow)

Name: ZX-04 367456A665 'Zee Ecks' Age: 123 Personality: He's a well rounded guy, always bright and cheerful, untill he's in a fight. Then all hell proceeds to break loose. He's easily flustered, and when it comes down to it, always there for a friend, no matter the cost. Appearence: His body is well built, no one would know at first glance that he's a machine. He has a well toned physique, with a rather enticing palor. He's short, only 5'7". His eyes are an eerie yellowish green, and his hair is dyed a platinum blue. He wears cut-off shorts, a white beater, and an old military bomber jacket much too big for him. To set off the look, he wears an ancient U.S. Marine Corps. hat. Weapons: His robotic abilities, which involve his superior strength, agility, vision, and telepresence functions A massive magnum revolver. Bio: Zee is one of the only surviving models of the ZX type Bio- Mechanical androids. He's a relic all of its own. He fights alongside humans, in the hopes of proving not all machines are bad. Zee chooses to freely admit he's a machine, though this could lead to his demolition. Zee was built over a century ago, with the programming to pursue creativity and life, not the directive to kill. He's done many jobs over the years, living life to the fullest. Zee was working as a circus performer, Known as the ScrapMetal Circus, a band of performing robots, when the Circus was attacked and most of his comrades were destroyed. He was lucky enough to be able to escape the destruction, and saw that the machines were to blame. He saw many of his fellow performers obliterated in the blink of an eye. Since then, he's pursued an adamany career in destroying the meanace that is the machines. He joined up with the Black Swallow, knowing the captain personally, the captain owing Zee a favor. As of Yet, only the captain knows Zee is a machine.

Former Project, presumed dead. Name: ZX-01 DERRIK (real name unknown) Age:Unknown, presumed to be about twenty-seven Gender: Male Breif bio: Disgarded as a failure, Derrik was dumped in the ocean when it was presumed he died. His exisence is unknown to the facility. Derrik has no recollection of who he was before he awoke on the shore neiboring the facility. He has no idea about Daphner Run, or what goes on there. However, had he not chanced fate, he would be serving a more sinister purpose to God Bot. Originally, he was meant for infiltration, and then annilation of the target. He was implemented with implants to enhance his strength, speed, agility, and vision. Since managing to escape, he has wandered through the lands of Anora, rather as a traveling musician, the violin being his specialty. He performs where the opportunity arises, and casts a melodious spell over all who listen to the sad meloncholy notes to songs of which he has no idea where he learned them. Personality wise, Derrik has a kind heart, but when cornered, his blood runs just a tad bit colder. In the facility, it was well known he was more cut-throat than any of the others, yet would spend his time cracking jokes and being a rather jovial fellow. These traits are still visible. Description: Derrik is about 6'9" and more or less towers over most people. His skin is milk white, a side effect of the experments within Daphner Run. His hair is the same color, and it cascades down to his ankles. He wears a simple pair of black trowsers, paired with a leather vest, showing off a sleek abdomen, and finely chiseled muscles. his eyes are an eerie red, a side effect of having older vision implants.He wears boots that are black in hue, matching the rest of his outfit. He sports only one definitive mark, a barcode tattoo on his right shoulder, which he has used as his name since pulling himself from the ocean. Items/weapons: Violin: This pretty little thing is the only steady companion of Derrik, and he protects it with his life. He has christianed it "Sera" And often speaks to it. It was given to him by a friend of his who passed away several years ago, in a skirmish that resulted in her death. Bag of Herbs: This little trinket has medicine for every occasion. Derrik is quite knowledgable in botany. A silver dagger: This little pretty he has kept hidden in his boot, and only pulls it out only as a last resort. OOC: my apologies for not changing this sooner, i have been preoccupied with work, or i would have come back alot sooner and changed this. I hope it is presentable now

Saio jerked his head around, peering at Rey. "This guy means business. He's one of those people who thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. I've brought him down a peg on more than one occasion, though I've never been able to bring him down. He's never been able to kill me, either." Rey shook his head. "He's really that bad?" Saio snorts. "And if you think he is, just wait until you get a load of his organization. They rule the underworld, they are like kings of illegal activity. I'm not above that kind of stuff, but I don't condone how they go about things." Saio sits back, and looks at his watch. He's curious, they still have another two and a half hours to go. Saio looks to leon, and smiles. "You wanna work? You still have time to bail out."

OOC: Just have a message delivered to her or something.... like where to meet them Saio smiled, and bowed his head. They were still waiting. Dart came back into the room, looking like he had a question to ask. "What is it, Dart?" You got some parts I'd like to use for maintenence." Dart looked keenly at Saio. "Can I use them?" "Yeah, sure. I can't install any of those, people give them to me as rewards for jobs well done, as well as my payment. My bodies are all custom made, those parts don't quite cut it." "Ah. I take you have a lot of illegal parts as well?" "No, not really. I just know how to use what I have, and my parts are much better than standard. Sad to say, that while I'm thankful for the bonuses, I'd rather sell them to other people." Saio yawned, and the television cuts out. "Hello, everyone. I take it you all made it there safely?" Saio shrugs. "Eh, we're a bit worse for wear, but we're alright." "I see you invited someone else. A mister Leon something or other." "Eh, just take pity on him. If He wants the job, then he'll work. I'm sure he knows you pay well. That, and there's government perks." "How true." The man that has just walked in the room looked around at all of them. "It's up to you if you want to work for me. There is an organization that is causing pandemonium in the cyberized world. They are causing suicides, by hacking a person's cyber brain. Also, there is an interesting fact. All of these people were related to one particular group opposing them, or were hired to do a job for them." Saio smiles. "Again? This kind of stuff is getting routine." The man shakes his head. "This [I]Le Miserable[/I] we're dealing with." Saio looks up, surprised. "Taurus? He's behind this?" Dart looks like he's lost. "Who's that?" Rey nods, he's curious too. Leon only scowls. "Taurus is the person responsible for me being an orphan. He's also the reason I exist." Saio clenched his teeth, and the glass table cracks. His abilities were begining to get the better of him. "Well then. We go after him?" "We wait. He's coming into the area soon, near the ruins of Tokyo." "Ah, so he'll be just a few kilometers away." "You wait for three hours until he is here. Then, you kidnap him and deprive information from him. You will be joined by one other person. She has not yet received communication. She isn't cybered, unlike the rest of you."

Earth has been devastated by a third great war, and the human populus is gone.... only thirty percent remains and now human are only just able to recoup. Many major cities, like Los Angeles, New York, Paris, Moscow, Berlin, Hong Kong, and Tokyo are mere ruins. Earth is a distant memory....... Human are just now geting to the point where they are getting back to their former glory Aliens have settled on Earth, called the Hydrans. These people are humanoid, exept they resemble humanistic cats, and have expansive psyonic powers. But, if they kill with their minds, then they kill themself. Humans, in the war, experiented with robotics, making female androids that were the perfect synthetic human being, aside from the few robotic functions they had. They were so advanced, that they even were able to become pregnant, and give birth. the offspring were normal human children. The robots were even able to fight, as they were so much stronger that normal humans. The humans also made robots of devastation, to win the war. Those robots are now out of control, the main computers gone haywire.and the Hydrans are taking care of them, helping the humans clean up their mistakes. Hydrans are an alien species, and more than kind. Hydran bear some semblence to felines, but also possess psycho-kinetic abilities. Humans have taken them alongside, but feel guilty, this was the human's mess. Hydrans are more human like than anything, simply more high strung, with pointed ears, and cat like reflexes. They also have an ability to change into were beasts. The Hydran people also introduced the human race to other species of alien origin. And thus man spread out in to the stars. But, humans just didn't tamper with natural childbirth with the robots, they experimented on their own kind, any cost to win. Genetically enhanced humans, with other worldly powers. Mutants, as they are now called. The last love song on this dying little world plays on, as humans try so hard to save their dying planet. A group of talented journeying youths , from all backgrounds, is set on doing something. They were deemed losers, criminals, deviants, and traitors. Certain factions enjoy the chaos, and thrive on making fellow But the youths mean to save this planet........ with nothing to lose and a whole universe to gain, they will stop at nothing to save it, if only to prove they aren't worthless. Okay.... I think you guys know what to do. As a bonus, I'll let you make up your own sign-ups, just to see how creative you are. My only requirement is the basics.....name, age, personality.

Saio bid Dart away with a mile, and looked as he walked off in the direction that he went. Saio then turned to Leon. "You asked about the gathering. My own boss is hiring again. So, They are here to wait until we get it." Leon sneered unpleasantly. "What, you aren't good enough?" Saio only sighed, and smiled derisively. "Are you still holding a grudge?" Saio shook his head. " I'd have thought you were over that by now. But, It's of no concern of mine." Saio stood up, and smiled again. "Like I said, this is a personal invitation, to work for my boss, not me. You have some talents we could use." "Ugh. Flattering me, after what you did?" "No. Stating the obvious." Saio walked back torwards the kitchen, and yawned. "This is so boring, waiting for Boss." "Why are you helping me?" Leon asked, more so demanding of an answer. "I know you're having financial problems. I simply assumed you'd like an opportunity to be employed. Saio shot a glance at one of his remote bodies, and she stepped out from her glass encasement. She smiled broadly, and advanced on Leon. She was beautiful, her long blonde hair cascaded in waves down her voluptuous figure. "You still have that?" Leon asked, his face written with surprise. "Yes. She's quite a find, you don't just throw something like her away." Rey stood up, looking at this female. "She's well made." He comments. "She's also a prototype weapon." At this the girl smiles, and raises her arms. they let out a pop, and several weapons emerge from them. Her left eye rolls up into the back of her head, revealing a sniper scope mod, and her leg pops open as well, turning in a kind of stand to brace herself. Leon only snorts. "Why on earth do you have that thing?" "She comes in handy as a body guard." Saio piloted the body back into the chamber, and smiled. "She's quite a find, like I said." "Yeah, but I would have banked If I had found her first." Saio only smiles. "I know. But, I wanted another pretty dolly." Saio shakes himself. "Now, Let's eat something. There's sandwiches and soda on the table." Saio yawned, went to sit on the couch. "Come on Leon, I wouldn't have asked you in if I planned to kill you. That's not my style." "Says the person who never dies. I've seen you get killed on a multitude of occasions." "All remote prosthetics. I assure you, I'm the real deal." Saio leaned is head back, and sighed. "Where the hell is the boss?"

OOC: For future reference, please post longer posts. Saio sighed. "Well, since you asked so nicely." Saio picked up a data disk from the table next to him, and tossed it to Dart. "Here ya go. The client that wanted that is dead, I have no use for it, so I might as well give it to you. Sucks, too, I never got paid." "Well, why are we here now?" Dart asked, looking rather impatient, tucking the disk away. Saio just shrugged. "Well, my boss is hiring you. But, That's all I know." "I see." Saio sat down on the couch, and turned on the television, sighing."And nothing's on.." Saio looked out the window, to spot a familiar face watching. "It seems we have a peeping tom. But, no matter. He's always spying on me. I think he''s still pissed off about the past dealing we had." Saio shrugged, and blew Leon a kiss, just to mess with his mind. Saio sent a com comunication to Leon. [I]"Why don't you just go ahead and come inseide? I think it will be better for you than to just sit ouside listening. Think of it as a personal invitation."[/I] Saio turned back around to the television, and invited his companions to sit and watch it . "Would either of you two like something to eat?" Saio asked, and stood up. "I'm starving. Saio walked into the kitchen, and began making sandwiches. He didn't care if he was trusted or not, he had no reason not to just yet, in this situation. He finished, grabbed some sodas, and brought them into the living room, and smiled. "Enjoy." Saio poped one in his mouth, savoring the taste. He loved that prosthetics had come so far, and his body could simulate every aspect of the normal human.