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Yumiko stepped into the room, and she smiled. "Zane, Head base wants to speak with you after you leave for london." she lugged a duffel bag over her shoulder. "You wont be going with us?" Zane is cool, he's trying to appear indifferent. "No... Nightmare...He's dispatching minions. It's all the japan base can do to keep them silenced." A lriutenant stepped into the room. "Yumiko Reidman? We are to see your abilities in combat. We are curious as to how well the japanese do things." "Did Sashan say so?" "He said it was up to you." Yumiko steped forward, her breasts jiggling slightly. "Well then. Lets play." Yumiko smiles, and steps up to Zane. "Can I borrow some cash? Zane eyes her, before removing his wallet and handing her several twenty dollar bills. "I expect to get those back..... Yumiko smiles, and simply walks into the room, and as with the rest of them, it is dark. The lights turn on, ans she is standing in what appears to be a never ending room of white. "Hello!!! LET'S PARTY!" Several machines appear, and they all advance on her. Within the observation room, several people sneer. "Who is she? She looks like a slut." Zane's face darkens. "Don't underestimate her." The person speaking snorted. "She isn't going to last a minute." "Really." Zane turns around, his smile wide, his eyes seemingly smiling too. "She's not going to lose." Cain speaks up, his curiousity getting the better of him. "And how do you know?" "Because she's cunning. She knows her limits. And her limits are beyong simple training." "Like yours, Zane?" Zane only smiles, and watches the fight below. Yumko takes the wad of money, and it suddenly expands, the bills becoming rather like a sword, which she uses to quickly decimate her opponents. Then, several beasts attack, and the dollars Zane let her borrow repeatedly slap the animals around, until they fall, unconcious. She folds her arms, the money fluttering to the ground. Her duffel bag is at her feet as another robot attacks, and she grasps the Bag, holding it in front of her. The machine unleaches a barrage of bullets, all stopped by her bag. "What the hell?" People ask around, and Zane smiles. "Never underestimate her." "Okay, smartass, who is she?" "She's my sister." Jaws drop. People blink, and retort, "But you were almost killed! All your family died!" "Exept her. While I ws in japan I syopped by the side branch of our little 'school'. And that's how I found her." Yumiko jumps up, and opens her duffel bag, unleashing countless sheets of paper, which cut the robot into unknown peices. "Is that all?" she asks, and smiles, her expression a mirror of Zane's. "Hey, Zane, wanna spat like we did when we were kids?" In response, Zane stands. "That's enough, Yumiko. We don't need to overtire ourselves right now, especial with something so crucial as Nightmare looming over us." "Awwwww......Party pooper." She huffs, and waves Zane's money. "Still intact....." She enters back into the booth, and Zane notes a wound on her calf. "Sit. Now." He commands, ans he makes her do as he says. The wound was deep, and she didn't even know she had it."Where did that come from?" Zane makes a flower form from his hair, and he mulches it in his plam, pressing it against the wound. "This will null any pain.....and make it heal faster. Zane removes a cloth bandage from his caae, and wraps the area on his sister;s leg. "See? We don't need to be overdoing it." "I know." Yumiko's expression is again like his, they were both cool, neither with much being spoken, but yet so much being known. "Come, let's have some tea. We..can speak of matters in my garden." Turning to the others, he says, "When any of you see Mycella, ask her to come to the Greenhouse. There are matters i must speak to her about."

to be quite honest, i bring up the subject of hot girls kissing, dudes are like YEAH!!!!!!GIVE ME SOME BABY!!!!!!!!!, and yes, there are those exeptions, but then i being up guys, and they usually ask what the **** is wrong with me. I never understood it, nor will i ever pretend to. It bothers me that some of the same people that say i'm going to hell fr what i do will lovingly watch two girls do the same thing. I"m not sure i like this spect, but it s something i have to deal with. I understand that thereare those who would kill me because i don't lick pusy. i've gne up against a few myself. I've not escaped unscathed either, though i sure as hell went down hard, and my opponent even harder. I know there are those who are against it, those with different beifs, and ican accept that. but it is those who can't that make me fear for the future aspects of humanity...... those people scare me. And i've never been wirded out by same sex or oppoite sex kissing, to me it's natural. Of course, some others might not share that same sentimate, but that's alright.[COLOR="goldenrod"][INDENT][SIZE="1"][B]Inuyasha Fandom[/B], please work on improving your posts. Use of proper spelling and grammar is important here at OtakuBoards since it makes it easier for others to understand what you are trying to say. Try using a program like Word or hotmail (which is free) to check your posts first. Thanks. ~SunfallE[/SIZE][/INDENT][/COLOR]

Okay.... people can't help what they like and dislike... right? Why do pople get so down on the subject??? I mean, it's alomsost like no one wants to discus the fact there is homosexuality in this world. Does it truly violate so much it's inconceivable? How can it be so wrong to pursue love that make you happy? Why it it like this???? To be honest, I've often wondered why people think it so wrong, but, then again I will never understand, even if it is put into terms even a ******** can understand. Truely, I've often not cared what people think, but it is ignorance that pisses me off and makes me want to kill the lot of morons with an acorn. Thoughts on the subject?

okay.. i do so hope i made it like you asked, ell me if it is acceptible enough to enter into the rpg......

Running, endlessly running. That was all he did. But, there were so few people left... He ran down the ancient concrete sidewalk, through what was once Tokyo, Japan. The ancient skyscrapers loomed, some leane haphazardly, ready to fall with the next earthquake. Indeed, so many already had. He wondered what to do, he was so lost. They had come here to Tokyo on a salvage mission, aboard a former luxury liner, which had been it by a stray mine, and sunk in Tokyo Bay. He knew he would have bended right into the former people that once resided here, as he was of Japanese decent. He stopped, listening. His light wind breaker gluttered in the cool breeze coming in from the ocean, He could hear rustling, and he shivered from fright. Those...things were after him, as they had seen his ship explode. He needed to get to the harbor, to find another ship. He had to get back to Moscow, before all was too late. All of his comrades had been lost, but he alone remained. Asl ong as he was alive, there was hope. He began to run again, before coming to stand still. One of the hge sky scrapers had fallen, littering the path with debris. The only way was through, or he'd be killed. He stepped up onto the broken wall, once so high above the ground. He made his way up, before making the wrong move, and falling through ancient glass. "AHHHHH!" He cries, latching onto a twisted girder, and looking below him. Jumbled wooden structures, metal, glass.. al a very painful death or sever wounds if he had fallen. His red sneakers dangled below him, and he sighed, hoisting himself up. He was strong for his age, and a technological genius. His bright dyed blue spiked hair ruffled slightly, the breeze was blowing again. He cautiously made his way our of the wreakage, and proceeded into the down town Tokyo area. "[I]Chikishou...[/I]" He swore, and looked around. Old cars and trucks rusting away littered the road. Fallen peices of buildings lied everywhere. "This... will be hard...." He muttered, making his way through it, patting the 74 magnum in his belt. "But at least I can kill whatever comes at me..." He managed to find his way to the Marina, and found what he wzs looking for,a dry docked ship. It wasn't big, but It certainly would have suppiles. To his knowledge, they were all simply scrapped or abandoned, when everyone fled the planet. He ran, barely being misses by a spaear. "Shimatta!" he yelled, running at ful sped to the ship. He ducked and dodged, until he was finally at the flood gat for the ship dock. He ran up the tower, and shut himself in the control tower. "Come on.. there has to be an 'on' switch somewhere!" Hopeing this thin g still had a charge in the battery, he flipped the switch, having finaly found it. The machine slowly rumbled to life, the battery was indeed almost dead. It stopped, and he groaned, slumping down in the seat. "Damn it all to hell...." He slipped off his back pack, and took out an old C4 registered explosive. He looked down at the base of the tower, and then athe gate. If he planned it right, he could jump onto the dck of the ship and have the tower lodge the gate open just enough to where itwould give on it's on. It already looked like al that was holding the gate up was the rusty metal that had adhered together over the years. He tied up some explosives to the tower, then dropped one below, and pressed a switc.A loud roar echoed, and the tower gave. He jumped, and just barely grasped te railing of the ship. He looked just in time to see the tower crach, and water slowly leaking in. Hiosting himself up again, he pressed another switch, and water came rushing in. Within minutes, the ship was bouyant, and slowly floatng out of the dock, scraping the wreakage of the gate. "Well Saio is coming home..." he said, and went to pilot the ship home, knowing well this baby was in top shape to get back to Moscow.

"Zane, you're so mean!!!!!" "And you're annoying." He replies, heading the the green house. The green house had been his own sanctuary when he was here before, and he wondered what remained of it. "Zane, please forgive me!!!" "Will it make you shut up?" "Yup!!" "Fine. You're forgiven. Now go away." He sighed, she had this habit of being extrremely annoying when she wanted something. She'd been like that even as a child. "Zane... Somethings wrong. You aren't being your usual nice self." Zane halted, and he turned, his smile back on his face. "I'm going to be angry if they tore down my green house. I spent a lot of time there when I was in classes here...." Zane looked back at the huge metal doors that were fast approaching. "It was my place of sanctity..." He opens the doors, stepping into a huge place, where plants of all kinds were growing wild. Trees, flowers shrubs grass...it was all there Yumiko steps to touch a bright yellow flower, but Zane grabs her hand, saying, " I wouldn't touch that, if I were you. It's an earlier version of my own poisonous flower...See thos barbs? If you touch this one, it will kill you by shooting those into you." "I see.. so this was your own training ground...." Yumiko steps back, waving. "I have tohead back to report to home base, I'll talk to you later." Zane walks around, touching,. remembering. The flowers and vegitation have run wild, making part of the greenhouse collapse, the vines and plants holding it up. But, he feels like he's not alone, so he closes his fist, making a lily blossom bloom there. It was deepest black, with red stimilai, and red stripes running the length of the petals. "Nanashi....." He looks around, this was his reaction lilly, the colors indicated Nanashi was nearby. "So.. Is he curious about me???? Is he spying? Or is he just nearby??" He sighs, and walks out, wondering what to do. He found himself near the training room again, and he entered the observation area. Several others were already there, waiting for someone else to come in and train. "So, you already been in there?" Diego piped up, smiling. Zane smiles, his eyes bright. "Yes, I beleive I was one of the first in." "Oh..." His face fell, and he muttered, "Damn, and I missed it.." Zane walks over and pats him on the back. "You think I'm really something special when I fight? Nah, I just got some serous flower power...." Diego laughed as well. He laughed, and turned torwards Cain. The sight of blood made Zane raise an eye brow, but it didn't faze him in the slightest. Cain snorted. "Flower power?" "I see you're as moody as ever." Zane smiled, cocking his head. Cain's face darkened. "You're not...fearful or disgusted by me?" Zanes eyes narrowed, a peek of the darkness within him cming out."Why? Should I be?" Zane looks keenly at Cain, his expression that of curiousity, before he smiled cruelly. "I never was very squeimish, you remember that... even back in class. I think I remember patching up my classmates on more than one occasion." Zane closed his eyes, smiling. "It pays to be trained as a medic, doesn't it?" He smiled, and sat in one of the chairs fiddling with his guitar case. A moment later he slams his fist on it, and it springs open. "Just gotta give it some love.." He says, much to the confused expressions though out the room. He removes his violin, and places it bak in, before removing a tin of cigars, and lighting one with one of his explosion lilies. "So, whose next? He said, his expression one of cool boredom.

Zane Stood, and headed to the door. "Care to come with me?" Zane picks up what looks to be a guitar case. Yumiko smiled, and nodded. "I'm only to happy." They walked down the hall together, bumping into Mycella. "My my, the ladies man as always." She said, on seeing them walking together. "Not really. She's not my type. Girls aren't my type in general, and you know it." Zane closed his eyes, before looking dead into them, his expression bright, yet oddly meloncholy.. Yumiko stepped forward, her arm moving to encircle his. Her own eyes mirrored his, they were both a light brown, and their features were similar. She was a head shorter, and her hair was a much darker brown, almost black. "Who's this?" Mycella aked, her face written with curiousity. "You two have the looks to be brother and sister." "She is. Mycella, this is my sister, Yumiko." Mycella's expression is unreadable, even to Zane. Yumiko speaks now, smiling. "I'm his twin sister." "But I thought all his family had died..." "All but me. I... Was the only survivor of the incident. Zane and I found each other while he came back to Japan." She holds out her hand to shake Mycella's, revealing a long jagged scar running the span of her visible forarm, the rest hidden by her rather scandelous looking kimono, as the skirt was quite short, and her cleavage all but hanging out. "Zane speaks quite highly of you." "Does he?" She looks at Zane, her eyes sparkling. "Why thank you." Zane shrugs, and he begins to walk, feeling this could go in an embarassing direction. "Well, I'll leave you to pack, Mycella. I'm heading off." "Aren't you packing?" "I've nothing but two more outfits, and they are in here." He holds up his case, which held all his worldly possessions. Yumiko laughed, and pointed. "He's had that thing since he was five." Zane smiles, patting it, then his hand moving up to his ear, feeling the blood red gem on his earring. "Well, Mom And Dad gave it to me." Yumiko had matching earrings, and she crossed her arms. "That thing is going to fall apart, it's so old. You should get rid of it." Zane shrugged it off, and continued on. "Yeah well,you want it away from me, take it." Yumiko removed several sutras from her kimono, and she smiled, her eyes taking on a coldness that Zane and she shared. She flicked her wrist, and Zane barely dodged them. He falls flat on his ass, and screams, "WHAT DID I DO????" The sutras were stuck in the wall, like knives. He was positioned like he was going to attack, and branches were slowly retracting back under his sleeve. "I was trying to take it." She laughs, and she's back to normal. "Oh, come on!!!" She says so Zane, seeing his furious expression. "I was just playing..." "Not funny, Agent Paper." Zane stands, and continues walking, Yumiko chasing after him. "Oh, you are such a meanie!!!! I said I was playing!" "I'll see you later, Mycella.", he calls, Yumiko still begging him to forgive her. OOC I will apologize for my earlier carelessness, as I really didn't understand Nanashi in detail. Thank you, K G for specifying a little. As for this post, I wanted to allow a small peek into the fact that yes, he has a sister, and I wanted to emphasize highly on the quirks of their sibling hood, as well as the Guitar case and the earrings. Both will play very personal roles later.

For his being so jovial, he sighed. He has gone to his room, and sa on the bed. Heels clicking in the hall brougentered.ht him from his memories, and a young woman entered. "Hello Zane." "Miss Reidman..... How nice of you to visit me." "Cut the crap. Aren't you happy to see your sister?" her eyes were wide, they sparkled with a toughful mischeif. "I won't say I am, but at least there's a freindly face here."

Zane eyeballed Nanashi, it had been some time. As he looked arounf, they wera all distilled in fear. Zane, on the otherhand, was not. He knew too well the feelings in his heart were born of his own inner demons. "Forgive my rude manners, but I need to prepare for the trip to London. Perhaps we may talk later, Nanashi?" Nanashi says nothing in response. "You haven't changed, I see." Zane shrugs, throwing up his hands. "I guess none of us have." Nanashi only peered at Zane, saying nothing. Just then another general steps in. "Poison Ivy, report to the training room. We need to have an accurate asessment of your skills. It has been..some time since you've been active at all." Zane stands, and smiles. "Of course sir." "Always smiling...even though you hate it." Nanashi smiles again. Zane leaves without another word, and follows the man to the training room. "Are you ready? The difficulty has been increased by seventy-five percent." "I've dealt with weeds more difficult than this will ever be." "Confident." "Of course. I wouldn't be me otherwise." Zane stepps into pitch darkness, before he hears whirring. The lights begin to turn on, and Zane sees he's in a barren wasteland. From behind him, he dodges, a metal whirling blade narrowly missing his head. "Nice.... That was a little closer than normal.... Perhaps this will be fun." He runs behind a rocky outcroppng, and he listens, before realizing the noise is gone. His eyes widen, and he ducks, raising a wall of vines from the ground with an upward sweep of his hands. Peices of this thorned vines fall around him, and Zane realizes this is much more than training, this is a life or death test. "Standards are high as ever..." he mutters, before his eyes, usually so livly and bright, deaden, his expression a mix of anger and cold ruthlessness. He jets out, just as the rock explodes, and he lands on his feet, and slams his hands on the ground, allowing monstrous blooms to form, their dark outer side looking grossly slimey, as they part, revealing monstrous teeth. A robot advances on Zane, and the plants uproot themselves before launching themselves at the attacking droids. There are loud craking and munching noises, before a very loud and audible [I]gulp[/I] ensues. Zane smiles, that part of the attack was over, the monsterous flowers wilted and died, allowing more fluing mettal blades to attack. Much larger versions of the exploding flower he had used to light his cigar emerge now, the bright orange and red blossoms parting their pettals, to reveal flames. The metal strikes them, and loud explosions ensue. Then, a robot latches onto Zane, and he whirls, trying to get it off. he flings it away, and he launches a full scale assault, he brins his arm in, and thrusts it forward at the robot attacks. Wooded brankches peirce the robot, coming from within Zane himself.Shaking off the remains of the robot, everything darkens, and the vines retract into his sleeve. "Well done. Agility, finesse, efficient use of abilities... high scores on all." Zane fixed his sleeve, and smiled, back to normal. "Of course. I was trained by the best after all.

Zane walked down the halls, his pale skin almost luminecent under the lighting. He sighed, and pressed on a tile, opening a door. "Welcome, Poison Ivy." His hat was over his face, hiding his features. He moved his sleeve up on his arm, looking at his own tattoo, a toxic flowering ivy bloom, which looked almost identical to a small rose.Beneath it was the familiar biohazard sign. "Here again...I never thought it would come to this." He walked down the hall, his expression vacant, he wasn't happy to be here. But, there were those who weren't unpleasant,whom he would be working with, and that cheered him up some. A general halted Zane, and smirked. "And what are you doing here kid? Hiding your face as well? You're up to no good." The general snatched away Zane's hat, and his smug expression changed to fear. Zane's long brown braid fell down across his shoulder. "Zane....You're back....." He stammered, at a loss. Zane merely smiled, and held out his hand. "Poison Ivy, reporting, sir." As much as Zane wanted to be insulted and hurt, he never showed it. "Can I have my hat back?" "Y-yes of course... I'll be seeing you.." The general Almost ran to get away from him, as it was with all of the 'norms'. He continued down the hall, already hearing loud voices. He closed his hand, and from his closed fist several red jasmine flowers bloomed. Zane sighed, and the flowers wilted and died. "At least I haven't lost my touch..." He stood now in fromt of the door, and he closed his eyes. "Now this should be fun." The door opened, and he stepped in. Already, most of his allies had arrived, and he smiled, making a relaxed salute. He whirled a chair and sat, spread legged. "So. Here again...." He looked around, seeing all the familiar faces. How often he had felt he was all alone, even with the people most like him. "Poison Ivy, reporting." "So, I assume we're here for something far less.. how shall I say, pleasant, than a class reunion." Cella quirked up, looking at him dangerously. "Well, of course, Captain Obvious." Zane smiled, and held up his hands, charming as ever. "One can't blame me for being hopeful..." Cella sighed and smiled. "Still the same, I see. Where've you been?" "Japan was good for me.... I got to visit some family. Kyoto is pretty this time of year. " Cella's face fell slightly, they all knew his family had died in a horrible terrorist attack. Xero quipped up, he was snide. "You don't have any family.... They died. You're an orphan." Zane shrugged."Well now, I see it's your turn to be Captain Obvious." He looked to the ceiling, and continued. "I didn't say my family was alive, did I? I was visiting graves., if it must be spelled out for you." Xero's eyes became saddened for but a split second, before smiling. "Ah well, nice to see you're still alive." Cella and Xero returned to their conversation, and Zane Looked around again. He removed a tin from his pocket, and placed an expensive cigar in his mouth. Again closing his fist, a bright orange bloom appeared, snaking itself up to the cigar, before with a slight [I]pow[/I] it exploded, lighting the end of his smoke. He inhaled, deeply, and flicked his ashes into an ashtray. [I]Still alive, huh?[/I] he thought, taking another deep drag. Well, some of us aren't too happy about that.....But.... I guess life has its rewards."

Name: Zane Codename: Poison Ivy Age: 21 Appearence: [url]http://www.basehead.org/files/shots/1-duo-maxwell-wall2.jpg[/url] Personality: He's a total softie, until it gets down to the battle. He may be sweet and pleasant, but he's more cut-throat than even the most cold-hearted. Weapons of choice: Twin desert eagle pistols, and one scythe Power: Flower Power... he can make plants grow from anything at any pace he wants, and they can be of any variety, even a specie of plant all his own making.

Name: Saio Uzari Age:18 Gender: male Personality: He's freindly, charming, and a real nice guy. But he's also more cut-throat than even the hunters. His passions include writing fiction, the flute, and dancing. All of these reflect that he is quite creative. But his vicious side is one that no one wants to go up against, even other blade children. Appearence: [url]http://www.animeboredom.co.uk/Uploads/Areview/1971087715095.jpg[/url] Bio: He's always been alone, ever since he escaped from the lab. Since he has been moved from foster home to foster home, while he nurtured his talents in music an writing. But he known he was different, especially when his eyes changed to their more catlike shape when he was feeling strong emotions, or sudden coldness. He's killed before as well, several times, each was a hunter. As such, he now uses his money as a performer to travel, he's known around the world, and his fame even rivals that of Eyes Rutherford, a good freind of his, and fellow member of the blade children. Specialites: Bomb creation, firearms, and cleverness Snippet: "Ryo.. How many times do i have to tell you? I will not perform with Eyes." "But why?" Her pretty pale grey eyes looked up into his, she was pouting. "Because he doesn't want to." "But Eyes is just a grumpy pants....." She jumped onto him, making Saio lose his balance and fall. "Ugh...Ryo.. get off! "Not untill you promise to ask Eyes to perform with you." "No!!!" Ryo smiles, and she flops on him, making people stare. "Then i'm not moving." Now, his face was reddening, and he struggled to to get her off. "You're so heavy!" Now Ryo explodes. "HEAVY?" She stands and stomps on Saio, making him cry out. She huffs, and Saio is holding his gut, smiling. "At least she got up..." (and you know this sounds awfully like Spiral, right?)

[I]Intercepting Transmission..... This is Optimus Prime... All Autobots....this is a distress call.... we are desperately outnumbered against the Decepticons, we need assistance.. the fall of Megatron has not stopped them... and the Allapark has again resurfaced....The possibility of our home renewed is again with us.... End of Transmision[/I] Cybertron... a ruined planet... Earth.. A planet teeming with life... Hope is a feeling not many of us get to feel, especially not after losing their whole world to chaos and death. The Autobots have been given this hope, even though the Decepticons would seek to destroy Earth and the human species, thus making it their own. The all spark has reappeared on earth, and the Decepticons have resurfaced, this time lead by an unknown entity. But there is hope as well, new Autobot allies have come to earth as well, to aid in recovering the Allspark for a second time. But still it is a losing battle. The only hope is to get the Allspark, before all is too late. Humans have allied themselves with the Autobots, and some have allied themselves with the Decepticons, each with their own personalities and dreams, and their own desires. Some are driven by hate and greed, some by passion and their own heart. As such, each pair is well suited for finding the Allspark by their own means, but it is only by team work will the Autobots..... or Decepticons win. Okay.. this is set as a sequel to the movie that just came out..... so let's be real. You are playing two characters, a human and an Autobot or Decepticon. From your human's perspective, you're after the Allspark for you're own reasons. From the robot's, you are after it for good or evil purposes. okay.. the profile you'll be doing will start out with the human, and then his or her robot partner. It shall be as thus..... Name: Age: Gender: Male or Female Personality: Appearence: History: Specialty Skills: what unique kills does your character have??? list and describe them here ---------------------------------------------------- Name: Gender: Male or Female Allegience: Autobot or Decepticon Personality: Vehicle form: please include a link to the car, truck or plane your character takes the shape of History: Specialty weapons: here is mine: Name: Xander Age: 18 Gender: male Personality: He's a bright youth, but usually docile, until provoked. Then, he's hell on wheels, as the saying goes. He's smart, and his hobbies include computer hacking and reading. He's always had the feeling he never belonged, which is why he never stays in one place for long, as he is constantly on the move. Despite his not being in school, he feels it is his duty to learn as much as he can. Much of his time is spent in books. He's an odd one, he's a goth, usually in the whole black onsomble. he's kind, and freindly wnough, and he never tires of the shock people get when they see him. Appearence: He's never seen without his black lip stick and mp3 player. He wears only a black spandex shirt with billowy pants, his outer shirt comprised of belts. he has put together himself. History: Orphaned at a young age, he was shipped around until he was able to take care of himself, and by that, he was able to manipulate ATM machines with little gizmos he'd made himself.For three years he was considered just a runaway, with no home. Not much is known about him other than the few files that exist. Then he was found on his sixteenth birthday, and given a massive inheritance. Since, he has accuired a driver's licence, and had sought out to buy a car fitting his personality, and secondary job as a bounty hunter. Specialty skills: tracking, technology, hand to hand combat ------------------------- Name: Jam Gender: male Allegiance: Autobot Appearence: A classic cadillac hearse [url]http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.collectinghistory.net/hearse/hearse1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.collectinghistory.net/hearse/&h=327&w=600&sz=64&hl=en&start=13&um=1&tbnid=V4sV_URxLA8pCM:&tbnh=74&tbnw=135&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhearse%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX[/url] Personality: He may be a hearse, but he certainly doesn't act like one. More so a happy bot, he's in love with the music of Earth. Indeed, he loves to dance with his own radio. Truthfully, while he and Xander are different, they are alike in one fact, that they don't come across as they appear. History: On Cybertron, he was a whiz at audio signals, he was a great communications jammer. He was a valueable asset to he Autobots, until he was thought to have died in a battle against the Decepticons. Since, he has escaped Cybertron to come to Earth, crash landing in a cemetary, which is why he has assumed the form he has, and has seen no reason to change it. Specialty Weapons: Jamming functions, laser cannon, and a specialty missile laucher

okay..... i edited, and added an appearence... i hope it is good enough, because my comie wouldn't let me paste anything......

Welcome to Remquist High school, where what you see isn't always what you get. Some of the students here are very special. While they study, get good grades, and acheive above standard test scores, they are are no longer human. They died. All of them, in tragic accidents. The students still linger, trying to pretend to be human, to fit in. They are now the monsters that lurk in nightmares, the shadows that you see from the corners of your eyes. But yet, something is wrong. Very wrong. You see, the students have all come to be a part of this school, but something is not right. Things... real monsters lurk in the shadows of this school, terrorizing the living,wishing to devour innocent souls. The spirits of these children are Hunters, and in their existence, somewhere between life and death, they have found purpose, protecting other children from fates most terrible. My name is Ashley Tamahri, and I am not alone in my quest to protect. For those who can find no rest, they are doomed to wander for all eternity. I am the recruiter, the one who seeks out these people, and so makes them work to earn their keep, or some such. They are happy to live lives again, to try to be normal. Some have been dead for a long time, others mere weeks. Our lives were shattered once, and thus we fight to protest others from the same fate. But, as of late, things have been getting out of hand. More and more monsters have been appearing, and people are disappearing.Oddly, no one seems to be noticing this, as the undead fight to keep it hidden from the world. But we are mere children with supernatural powers, and we are triying to hanfdle this, but we just can't seem to get this handled. What is happening to the missing people? Why are there no more Undead helpers? Such questions...... Okay, we are the Undead, trying to save people from being killed by the monsters. We are extrordinarily powerful, in different ways. As such, we are a team, and our goal is to save humanity. Here isd the sign ups: Name: Age: (include the amount of time you've been on this earth even if you are no longer among the living) Appearence: Cause of Death: Reason for Lingering in this World: Personality : Hiistory: (Explain everything that is your character through the years you have been dead. If you met some historical figure, i expect you to explain in historically correct terms.)

Blood.... that is how a vampire survives. They have no other choice. But even still, there is hope. Not all vampires are taken by the powers that come to them, some use their powers for other means, other than slaughtering people, and seizing power. An organization has arisen, consisting of various monsters. They wish to seize the world in their grasp, and they like to kill to get their desires met. They are known as the DeVile Lawfirm. But, there are also those who do not wish to kill, but to protect. They are unknowing that they are about to face off in a great war, where the prize is humanity itself. You may choose to be one of the evil, or the good. There are drifters in this as well, who wish not to side with either faction. However, keep in mind the prize. If your side wins, you have possession of all of humanity, to do with as you please. Time is of the essence, though really, you just might have eternity to play your role in this war. After all, while it may be the year 2534, you want this to be resolved NOW. okay here's the sign up: Name: Age: Appearence: Race: (be creative, you can be anything you want) History: (include the time period you were born in, as well as if you have any cybernetic enhancements. Also, include aspects of your character's personality)

Name: Christopher Rouge Age: 19 Status: Citizen Faction: The Opposed Appearence: A simple black peasant's cloak, underneath of which he is completly dressed in black leather, with embedded spikes. He's got a face that would charm even an angel, all the while he steals his own wings. His pale grey eyes are lively and jovial, not at all off setting his stark black hair. Personality: A real ladies' man, or so they think. He's bright, jovial, and all around obnoxious. He's a charmer, and knows how to work situations to his advantage. Always smiling, he can cat a light from within the gloom. But, when he's been hired to steal things, he's alomst impossible to stop. He's cunning, but still a huge flirt. But, not with the ladies...... He's not well known for his tastes in partners, everyone assumes he's just nice and obnoxious. History: His parents passed away while he was still young, so he's had to resort to theivery to make his way in the world. He steal to make his money, useing magic to aid him in remaining hidden, or to cast illusions. He was still young when he joined the [I]Triste Del Saveine[/I], a travekling theatre group and band of theives. Since, he has been quite the romantic, but also a popular idol. Being a theif since he was only five, it's all he's ever known. He's developed quite a talent, and it is said he could steal even a kings' pants........while he was wearing them. But, he's also given to those who can't make a means to live in this world. For this, he's been makrked as a target to be rid of, because he inspires hope in what they would prefer to be a seemingly endless void of life. He's made it to the higer up rankings within his organization, which makes him a very prominent figure to those within the opposed. As such, he no longer deemed a simple nuisance.... He is now a threat. Weapon: A theif's lash knife, a knive attached to a long chain, used to climb high walls and to render people unconcious.

Name: Xen Cso Gender: male Allignment: Reaper Appearence: Cloaked in a loose, billowing robe, he has an aristocratic look about him, and even an ominous look when his long silver hair billows in the wind. Seldom does he wear the hood attached. Underneath, he can't come across as a more different person. A pair of black pants, with a glowing neon blue strip going up the sides,with a matching shirt. A techno goth. On his face, he wears not but black lipstick. Personality: While generally seeming docile, he has a vicious underside. He's generally cool, but has a short fuse. Often, people can't read him because he shows so little emotion. He has a passion for the finer things in life, as well as flowers. Those who earn his trust can rely on him always, but those he harbors grudges against know the truest meaning of the term 'living nightmare'. He will help those in need, but he will shy away from alliances. Backround: Once the propretor of a public garden and an art galery, he made quite a name for himself. But he was murdered, along with his life partner. To this day, he is unable to forgive such acts. In life, he was a kind and generous person, and loved flowers. He was happy, and loved to goof around with freinds. He was a scholar, a musician, a painter, and also had a talent iin drawing.He met his end due to a hate crime, and he and his boyfreind were beaten, and held prisoner, all the while tortured, and thus finally, Xen watched helplessly as his love died. And even still, Xen was not able to hold the love of his life as he slipped into the next world. His heart broken, he was still tortured, untill shot to death. Now those feeling make his what he is, bitter and untrusting of others. Now, he has taken this new look to suit his forelorn longing, his sorrows, and his pain. He knows he looks like the earthly conception of the grim reaper. And thus, he has accepted death. He sides with no one, only careing about his lost love. All that matters to him is finding his Derrik. He helps those who need it, but will soon disappear, wandering the vast world. If he is offered information about the whereabouts of his lost love, he will aid the person, if only in the desperate hopes he can find Derrik. He is a wanderer, but once in awhile, he can be found within the ruins of his art gallery and garden, gazeing at his precious treasures, looking like a lost soul within a long forgotten past. If he is disturbed within his sanctuary, he will attack, viciously cutting people down who dare disturb him. Belongings: He owns several gemstone flowers, once given to him by his love, and given to him again on entering into the afterlife. He also carries with him ciggarettes.

OOC: hey... um...... can i just be a peasant with an unknown dragon trying to make it on the world if i'm not able to be one of the dragon riders? ^^ Name: Saio (no last name) Age: 15 Appearence: A young boy, he wears a simple travelers cloak and tunic, both dark in color, and weather freindly. He has a freindly yet aristocratic look about him. He wears a simple coronet, with a jeweled flower as the precipice. Weapon: He weilds not a physical weapon, but 'flower power'. Any plant he comes into contact with can become a weapon, a sheild, or armor. Spells: Saio is a serious threat, if he is able to come into contact with flowers. By tapping into the hidden magics within a flower, he is able to heal or deal out substanial amounts of magic. As such, he holds several blooms within a leather pouch. Rose Magic: The most vertisile flower in terms of magical properties, He can change it into several weapons, including a sythe, a thorn laden whip, and a quite ornamental sword. There are also a few healing powers contained within the blossom. Lilly Magic: Very potent healing properties are contained within this bloom, as the ability for Saio to weild it as a sheild. Most often, he calls forth the energies to cure poison. Dragon's Breath Magic: This plant is more so for dragons. If ingested, the person who has consumed the plant can take on several dragonlike charactersistics, like the breathing of fire and boosted strength. If Eaten by a dragon, this plant makes the dragon's physical pain melt away, and the healing of wounds to be faster, and stronger. Saio also has the ability to weild this plant as armor. Personality: Sweet natured and quite taken with flowers, one can often find him in a garden, looking and smelling flowers. However, he's also more cut throat then even the most vicious criminals. Being a Flower-mage, he knows he's veiwed as girly, even a sissy. But he knows he's found his calling. He can smell a flower a mile away, and usually never picks one, unless he needs to. Nature is his way of life, and he's quite angry with the war's toll on it. Dragon: Name: Sugar Appearence: A young dragon, not quite adult, but still not yet an adolecent. Color: white Personality: Quite easily angered when called a child by others, Saio often has to calm him down. But, much like Saio, he has a passion for flowers. He oten ask Saio about them, and likes to smell new flowers he's never seen. He's sweet and kind, but fearful of battles, and so tries to shy away while Saio protects him. But when it matters, Sugar will fight alongside him. Bio/snippet: Saio looked around from the safety of Sugar's back. Sugar was big, but not even nearly fully grown. [I] "So what are you whinking about?"[/I] Sugar asked, his silent voice filtering into Saio's head. "Nothing much.. But still, something's bothering me." [I]"What is it?"[/I] "There's been rumors of someone who's been dead walking around an old battlefeild." [I]"And?"[/I] "The battlefeild was a meadow of flowers..Where a dark sorvcerer once cast his magic..." [I]"What's so bad about that?[/I] "Magic has a habit about lingering within a flowerfeild. If that is the case, then the man is actually possessed by dark forces within the flowers. I.. never did like BloodFlowers." [I]"What are those?"[/I] "Flowers that have blossomed within dead things, and are inheritantly evil, wishing to drain life from the world..." [I] "Ah.. no wonder you'd be upset,[/I] Sugar walks along, and sniffs a daisy growing near the path. Saio laughs, hopping down. "So, Sugar, wanna eat? I have some cupcakes in my bag...." [I]"OOOO!!!!!! YAY!!!"[/I] Sugar begins acting rather like a dog, bouncing to Saio, exitelent bright in his eyes. Saio laughs again, and kisses Sugar on the nose. He snorts, and shakes his head. [I]Come on...... cupcakes!!!![/I] "Fine fine...." Saio produces the said cupcakes, and tosses one up to Sugar, who snaps onto it, happily gulping it down. Saio laughs, and remembers how he and Sugar met. "Remember how I had a cupcake... and you snatched it when I offered it to you?" [I]"Yeah... and then you saved me from those hunters..."[/I] Saio laughs. "Yeah.. you wern't much smaller then...." Sugar sits down, and positions his head to that Saio could pet him. "Those hunters had killed my parents....but I showed them..." Saio's face darkens, ans Sugar nuzzles him. [I]"But you have me, and you know I'll always be there for you."[/I] "And I you. You are the most important thing that has ever happened to me." "Thank you, Saio. But we should getr going." "I have more cupcakes..." [I]"Then share them!!!"[/I] Saio laughs once more. "Alright.. then lets eat."

Cat walked with Chase, her expression happy. She notes the homeless wandering about, she felt sorry for them. And when they implored her to giver them just a little, she gladdly gave them some cois for food. "You are most kind..." Chase comments, and she smiles. "I know how hard it is to live in these troubled times, and I like helping those less fortunate." "Perhaps you'd like to meet Lady Lunataria..." "Royalty?" Cat considers. She ponders if this Lady Luna-something was as stuck up as most other people of renown were, but then, she also might be able to help Cat Stopthe war from spreading to her people. "I think I'll take you up on that. I can smell nobility from a kilometer away. You can wait here.. you seem to have important stuff to do. I'll seek her out." Some time later, Cat is walking through the forest, and spies three prople running as if for cover. One is dressed in rather upity atire, so Cat pins her as the Lady Luna Something. "Hey!!!" Cat Calls out, crashing through the forest to catch them. For someone whose racve prided them selves on elegence and grace, she sure wasn't acting like either. "Hey! Wait up for me!!!" The people she's pursueing stop and brace themselves for a fight. "Hey, I'm not here to fight... Merely to ask for help." The one who is dressed like nobility is definitely the Lady, as she comands with athority, "Who are you?" "I am Cat, of the Cat's Eye People hailing from the northern provinces." The Lady peers at her, and Cat bows before her. "I meant no disrespect, you highness, nor to frighten you. For this I apologize." "You are one of the Cat's Eye People? I was under the assumption that your kind tried to stay out of the wars. What could you possibly need help with?" "My people are in danger of being swallowed up in this coming war, Several of us have disappeared while hunting, or just seeing the worldd outside out mountain home. I beleive that there are people capturing us, and making my people do their bidding somehow. I wish to join the fight, if only to spare my people from this. And I am not alone in this, there are others looking for those who have disappeared." Cat lowers herself to her knees, and bows deeply. In her culture this was how her people showed respect to people higer in rank. "You Said your name was Cat?" One of the others speak. "I am Kyrik, and this is Tsubame.." Cat nods in their direstion. " You are Cat.... You are the daughter of the Grand Kiltias, the ruler of your people, correct?" "Yes... I am his daughter. As such, this is my duty as the future ruler of my people. My Father, he is too important to our people to allow him to leave our mountainous domain, so he has left this to me and several of our greatest warriors." The Lady speaks. "So, you're trying to keep this war from speading to your people, are you not?" "Yes... But also, I want to keep it from happening first and foremost. Yet, I am still loyal to my people as well. Please, I beg of you to allow me to lend you aid. I am not familiar with much of the world, and I am still yet a child to my people. I will swear loyalty to your cause, if only to allow my people some peace." The Lady contemplates this. "You have much to offer, as you are one of the Cat's Eye people. But, can you journey with us and not think of only yourself?" Cat smiles. "My people, once we swear loyalty, are known to be like the most watchful and vicious guard dogs." "Then you may join us." Cat's eyes light up. "T-thank you!" As if to embarrass her, Cat's stomach lets out a ferocious roar, and she stands, blushing. "Oops... heh heh..."

Zeke could only guess what was going to happen, as he knew he would tire soon. "Come on!!! Dance, my lovely Lacrymosa!" Lacrymoa become frenzied, and her powers begin to manifest in frightenin ways. As she moves, her body contorts into mostrous shapes, ans she attacks, her skin ripples and becomes twisted, but returning to normal when retreating to her power. Lacrymosa, her powers were waining with the ferocity of her attacks. "Lacrymosa, dismiss yourself! I will not lose yet another!" Zeke stops playing, and thus turns on his Mp3, as so to dance. As he gances, enormous vine begin to erupt from the ground, all but shattering the concrete. "BloodRose! you're up!" Zeke Calls out, and thus from the huge swollen bloom does she appear. BloodRose Begins to move candiously torwards this yet unknown assailant, and thus does she attack, her arms acting like vine whips with poisonous thorns. She is a flurry of movement,as she lashes out. "time to end this..." The man says, and launches an all out attack, far too quick for her to react. But Zeke knows... He moves his arm out, as if to stop the man, and huge tree branches sprout from under his shirt, ripping it to shreds, thus is it revealed that the branches arecoming from within himself. "What?!" The branches peirce the man, and break off. "Blood rose! Blossom storm!" The summon erupts into a flurry of petals, blinding the enemy. "Go!!!! GO NOW! " Zeke roars, as he manages to hobble away. The others have to drag him, as he is stiffening with the effect of the bloose rose blooming within him. He grimances in pain, as he could feel it, slowly withdrawing back into itself. "what the hell was that?" Christina yelps, looking into Zeke's eyes. "BloodRose.... And Lacrymosa... my summons...." "And you sprouting plants?" "A truely double edged sword... I might die....I've.. never had to use it before..." " SO YOU ALMOST KILLED YOURSELF PRTECTING US???!!!" Zeke smiles, and nearly faints. He was useing all of his powers just to make the plant retreat back to a seed.

Very good, though keep in mind we need proper grammar in this.....that, and please list your role in the circus in your history section Here is mine: Name: Rayne Tamarhrai Andriod model Type: ZX Age: 7 Specialty Components: Combat Mode Limiter Release Program Shotgun Coins- this nifty little device acts like a shot gun, exept it fires coins, and is installed in his left arm. Telepresence functions: With these funtions he is litterally able to mentally comunicate with machines and internet services. Also, he is able to mentally hijack other robots and vehicles. Class L5 Radiator system Personality: He's bright and cheerful, and often found looking at flowers or reading. However, his mood can shift at the blink of an eye, and he's quite volitile, especially when he's angry. He's known to have slightly odd ideas about the world, and he's goofy, usually having a smile on his face. History: He's one of the most powerful combat model androids ever built, and with him also being one of the most sophisticated bio-androids around, he is seen as an immature teenager, not a mechanical puppet. He's been running from the military since he was activated, as he didn't want to be just a tool to kill the military enemies. When he stumbled onto the circus, he was thrilled, and so works as one of the magicians, as well as one of the trapeze artists Appearence: [url]http://www.animewallpapers.com/wallpapers/weiss/weiss_8_800.jpg.php[/url] ALSO Keep in mind Age doesn't matter, but you can look as old as you want

i myself have yet to fini8sh the game, i've onkly defeated 6 collosuss monsters. All in all though, it's a beautiful game [size=1][color=red]Inuyasha Fandom, here at Otakuboards, there is a stong emphasize on posting quality and conversation. Try expanding your post a bit, otherwise it'll be counted as spam, and your post will get deleted. We also prefer that you use proper grammar. (Meaning proper spelling.) I encourage you to read the rules and FAQ's on the left side (in blue) before you continue posting. If you have any questions, PM me or any other moderators. ~Phenom~[/color][/size]

Name: Sugar Tamahrai Age: 27 Race: Khajit Gender: Male Likes: stealing from rich people, fish, and just having fun dislikes: homophobes, unpleasent people, murder Class: Magical Theif (yes i know, it's not a real class, but hey, i just got into this....) Weapons: A simple throwing dagger, for taking out those insessant annoying enemies before they know he's there. Abilities or specialization: His theivery is is in exeption, his sneak skills are phenominal. Destruction spells: He weilds powerful elemental magics and can summon a greater bonewalker as ell as fire and Ice spirits. Micellanious spells: Wild open, water walking, illusionary barrier, and underwater breathing Biography: Belonging to both the Mages guild and the Theif's guild since he was 15. He has shown remarkabnle potential as a master theif as a child, and his spellcasting was always remarkably accurate, with a 1 - 3 ratio. He has often wondered what his purpuse was in life, until he saw a daedric god walking. Since, he has tirelessly quested to know about the gods.

I love final fantasy 12, but it sucks too...... First off... Graphics.... SWEET second. No random Battles...Okay... Third... The battle system... I HATE IT WITH A PASSION fourth.. the gambits....what the hell is this for? and fith and final scrore from me: the storyline: Exellent!!!! though it does seem to drag sometimes