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[B]Name:[/B] Kazuya [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Demon name:[/B] Nemesis [B]Demon powers:[/B] He has spikes on his left wrist, which he can form into a mace, and he can control its length and speed at will. Also, by wrapping his wings around himself he can teleport, and he can also extend his limbs to any length. He has incredible strength, and amazing speed. [B]Demon description:[/B] Looks like Wings of Redemption Spawn... for any of you who don't know what he is like... he is basically a completely black spawn with the white things on his eyes, and white angel wings instead of a cape. [B]Bio:[/B]Seifer and Kazuya were best friends since they were children, Kazuya always being the most talkative and childish of the two. Seifer told Kazuya about the demons and the Sabbath as soon as he found out, and though Kazuya willingly agreed to help his friend... his initial reaction was: "Oh shít." Kazuya was there when Akira died, and Akira's last words were "The redeemer will be yours." Kazuya paid no notice, thinking that Akira was just going insane on his death bed... but his words have far more wisdom than Kazuya understands. [B]Description:[/B] Looks like Hwoarang from Tekken Tag, when in his biker type suit.

Zanitz eyes snapped open, and he leapt out of bed. He had slept all of two hours, he had lay awake most of the night thinking about their mission. King Cold himself, the most powerful being in the galaxy, had chosen his team over everyone else, over all his personal elites and soldiers, to go and take over Morklark. This was their chance, this was finally their chance to prove themselves. Zanits kicked off the thin sheet he used for a blanket, and climbed out of his old shabby bed. His team still lived basically in a hole in the earth... their front door was a thin metal sheet, most of the furniture were old seats from busted space pods, and few of them slept on anything that could be classified as a bed. Xanits walked over to the corner, where his armour had been dumped the night before. He fitted on his boots, then his breastplate, and finally his gauntlets. He looked about his "bedroom", one wall was missing, and the others were one crash away from becoming debris. Soon things would change, soon everything would change. Zanitz strolled over to his bedside, picking up his scouter and sword. He clipped the scouter on over his left eye, which was his scarred eye. As he was fitting the sword on over his back, Seifer burst through the door. [B]Zanitz:[/B] You know... you really need to learn how to knock. [B]Seifer:[/B] Sorry... but you gotta know this. King Cold wants to see us... now! [B]Zanitz:[/B] Does he now. Okay, get the others up, we meet outside in five minutes. If they take longer than that... they don't come. Seifer nodded and left the room, Zanitz followed soon after. Seifer jumped through the gap in the floor that went downstairs, while Zanitz went to get the only other person that slept upstairs... Bishop. Bishop was a priest, and a very proud one at that, which is why Zanitz liked him so much. Over the years Zanitz had Bishop telling him many tales of the saiyan religion... he found it interesting, and also admired Bishop's love for it. Zanitz poked through the hole in Bishop's wall... he was up, putting on his armour. [B]Zanitz:[/B] Hurry it up will 'ya old man. We're leaving in five. Bishop grinned, and turned to face Zanitz, throwing a rock at him as he did so. The rock hit Zanitz square in the forehead, hard... and Zanitz stumbled backwards, clutching his head. Bishop broke out into a maniacle laugh. [B]Bishop:[/B] That'll teach you to respect your elders. Bishop turned around to get his axe, only to get hit in the back of the head with the same stone he had thrown. [B]Zanitz:[/B] That'll teach you to stop throwing stones... it'll only make your arthritis worse. Zanitz chuckled, then quickly ducked as several more stones came hurtling out of the hole, so hard they shot through the wall behind Zanitz. Zanitz laughed again as he dropped through the hole in the floor, landing straight on top of Seifer. The only thing that could be heard over Seifer's agonised cries was the insane chuckle of Bishop as he stared down through the hole in the ceiling. [B]Astralyas:[/B] We have a set of stairs y'know. [B]Seifer:[/B] Yeah... thanks for... the info. Zanitz grabbed Seifer's arm and pulled him up, and Seifer brushed the dust off his own armour. As Zanitz glanced about the room, everyone seemed to be up... but the new guy was missing. [B]Zanitz:[/B] hey, where's the kid? [B]Seifer:[/B] Oh, he's outside I think. [B]Iyasu:[/B] Playing with his new toy. Zanitz shrugged, and walked towards the metal sheet that was their front door. He grabbed the side of it, and slid it open, and wlaked outside into the dusty street. Debris and rubble loitered the sides of the road, rabid saiya-men were hiding in all the alleys and corners possible. It looked like a planet after several Oozaru's had finished with it. Then he noticed the new guy... Kotan his name was, only 17 years old, he was flicking his sword about in all directions possible, an arrogant smile on his face. [B] Zanitz:[/B] Hey kid, get over here before you kill yourself. Kotan almost jumped when he heard Zanitz, as he was so concentrated on what he was doing. He fited his sword back in his sheath and walked over to join the group. [B]Zanitz:[/B] Okay guys, this is it, our big chance. King Cold wants to see us before we go, so when we get up there, lets all try and keep our tempers under control. Yes his elites are a bunch of bastards, but right now they have his favor... and we're just gonna have to deal with that. They all nodded or agreed in their own way, and then all simultaneously took off, heading up towards King Cold's spaceship, which was somewhere within close orbit of Planet vegeta.

Yes, hopefully this will eliminate the need for so many multiple disk titles... like on Resident Evil when the last disk takes you like half an hour do complete. lol. It will be interesting to see what effects this has on some games like the Final Fantasy title that will be coming to gamecube.

Craig sat silently on the sand outside the Hercules, watching the sky, his Remington at his side, his Magnum Revolver in it's holster. He was watching the scorpion next to him with some amusement, as it tried to figure out a way to get by his shotgun. Instead of just walking around, it has been trying to climg over the thing for nearly 15 minutes. Craig finally decided to pick the scorpion up, and placed it gently on the other side of the shotgun. Then he took out his water canteen, and took a long swig. [B]Craig:[/B] Time for some rest I suppose. Craig slowly climbed to his feet, and slid open the cargo door to the Hercules. He grabbed his Remington, and climbed silently in, shutting the door behind him. He looked down towards the front of the hold, where the rest of the group were. For the first time on record, he decided to go and join them, instead of sleeping solitarily in a corner.

[COLOR=darkred]He came suddenly, out of the mountains, Lord of the Demon's redeemed, Master of the Axe of Ralvenar. He was Asteroth, prophecised ruler of the Maxim Kishine. He was here, looking for Artemis, and he could feel him, as he always could... it was his purpose to find him. He could see the town below, still partly aflame... the dark forces had prepared this for him. With giant strides his boots trudged through the thick mud, and he walked without fear towards the town below. His axe, almost as big as he was, rested upon his left shoulder... and he braced it more tightly as they came to meet him. The skeletoris, the ones that had hidden, and not suffered the wrath of Artemis, they had ran into hills for an ambush on Artemis when he slept, but now they fancied their chances with Asteroth. The first rached him, his giant bone club above his head, rady to strike. Asteroth yelled in fury, and with one mighty arm he tore the head from his attacker. The next one, who was beside the beheaded, got around behind Asteroth, and clubbed him in the back with his weapon. Asteroth turned, he wasn't harmed, just angrier. He turned, taking his axe with his hands, and severed the skeletoris in half. One more remained, and fear was evident in him. Asteroth turned his axe on is side, and swung, hitting the skeletoris with the thick metal side, making him shatter. Asteroth walked over to the final skeletoris skull, which was still in one piece. Asteroth spoke, his voice would scare anyone put the most evil of foes, as it was filled with anger and rage, and with the power of a thousand demons combined! [B]Asteroth:[/B] Olbiad therok sekuum. AIDEM! Asteroth raised his giant foot, and shattered the skeletoris' skull with it. He focused again on the spirit of Artemis, and he felt calm where he was, calm and peace. Artemis was resting, and his dreams were not troubled. Asteroth marched unguided into the town, the villahers that had survived the blaze stared and him with fear, but yet they knew he was not evil. He marched upto a door... he knew Artemis was inside. He waited... si,ently as the door, and he felt Artemis awaken, Artemis knew someone was waiting for him.[/COLOR]

[B]Name:[/B] Asteroth [B]Age:[/B] Unknown [B]Appearance:[/B] Looks like Asteroth from Soul Calibur. For any of you unfamiliar with him... huge guy, pure white eyes, heart showing, thick armour that covers his shoulders to his hips. [B]Bio:[/B] He is Asteroth, the fabled "Master of the Axe of Ralvenar" that would appear in the earth's gravest our, to aid the pure hearted in their quest for peace. He is a part of the Maxim Kishine's prophecy's, and even the most talented of them fear and respect his power. He is searching for the boy known as Artemis, and he is to aid, fight, and even die for him if he is requested... for Asteroth is eternal, and will go back to his resting place when he dies, only to come again when called for. [B]Weapons:[/B] The axe of Ralvenar, which is ober 6 feet in length, and of excellent craftsmanship. He also carried a mace, which he ties around his waist by it's chain. [B]Abilities:[/B] Asteroth has strength beyong reckoning, he is able to brak down walls over 2 metres thick. He can also take exce4ssive amounts of damage without slowing or even feeling pain, and the only way he can die is if a sword of evil is thrust cleanly through his heart.

Xanko watched, his blue bandana fluttering in the wind, he was completely confident in the skills of his leader Jaster. However, he did keep one hand firmly on his pistol, incase any of [I]Death Watch[/I] tried anything. He noticed Abob was surveying the enemy troops equally, and he kept his sniper rifle very near to his eye, incase a quick shot was needed. [B]Viszla:[/B] You know Jaster, I always considered you a fool, but now you have left no doubt in my mind. You surely can't hope to beat me?! [B]Jaster:[/B] Lets just see what you've got kid. [B]Viszla:[/B] Kid?! You'll pay for that. Xanko's eye suddenly caught one of the [I]Death Watch[/I] troops edging towards his rifle. He watched as he laid one hand on it, then the other, but restrained from taking action just yet. Xanko caught Abob's eye, and with a slight flick of his head, he alerted him towards the edgy trooper. With a yell, the [I]Death Watch[/I] trooper's blaster shot up in his arms, pointing straight at Jaster. However, before he could even think about pulling the trigger, two white hot bolts of plasma burnt through twin holes in his helmet. One shot had come from Xanko, the other from Abob. The trooper collapsed limply to the floor, as Abob lowered his rifle. Xanko spun his pistol around in his hand, flicked it with one graceful movement into his holster. Most of the [I]Death Watch[/I] troops were shocked, they suddenly saw how talented some of the Mandalorians were.

Ok, being as there are only 2 more people than I said could be in the team, I'm just going to accept all applications. This RPG will be up shortly, so keep a look out.

As the two femae elves discussed their theories on the culprits for the destruction, they were completely oblivious to Yakkon standing beside them. Yakkon was a small green creature, no more than 18 inches high, (basically Yoda.) and is the last of his race... and ancient race that is blessed with an incredible understanding of the earth. Yakkon is easily one of the wisest and most powerful creatures alive, though you would never guess it to look at him. He wears simple clothes, and seems to rely heavily on his staff to move. He has a small green sword at his side, which is made for him alone. [B]Nepenthe:[/B] Curse them... [B]Yakkon:[/B] I wonder, miss Nepenthe, who is it that you are cursing? The two elves both looked shocked, as they turned to their sides and saw Yakkon standing next to them, surveying the area. Indeed he did look very small, there were many breeds of dogs that dwarfed him, but yet, the two elves saw the wisdow and humbility in his eyes, the years of experience and hardships, of battles won and lost.

[B]Xanko:[/B] Dammit Viszla... I'll get you, you bastard. Xanko looked and saw that Abob was dug into a small bunker nicely, and that he was the most exposed target by far. As such, the large blaster cannon started aiming a trajectory towards him. Without his helmet, he had to rely solitarily on his instincts, just like... when he was younger. Pride and satisfaction suddenly swelled in him... he knew he wouldn't die here, somehow he knew. As precisely the right time, he leapt towards Abob, as the blaster cannon ripped apart the ground beneath him. He landed in a perfect roll next to Abob. [B]Xanko:[/B] Abob, if you want to irritate Viszla, taunt him about Jaster. [B]Abob:[/B] Heh, yeah, that'll make the little shít angry.

Sorry guys, but I won't be able to post here until Saturday... I sort of broke my monitor. I'm using a school computer right now, and I'm rushing like hell to get this up before I'm caught.

No SS Vegeta, everyone is going to calm down [B]Now[/B], and get back on topic. Yes Vegeta, I agree that they shouldn't have insulted your opinion, but you should be a little more mature about it than this.

[I]Shadow Law, an anarchist organisation founded and lead by a Taiwanese fighter named M. Bison. The organisation took part in various illegal activities, on a mass scale, and hired great fighters to keep the organisation in check... and to remove some of its enemies. To further increase its success, it created a load of monitor cyborgs, who scoured the world, looking for the most talented fighters. They would use the monitor cyborgs to copy fighting data, so that Shadow Law could create the untilate artificial fighters. They would add up all of the specimens physical and mental attributes, and average them off, giving a "fighting potential" reading. Many of the most talented fighters had fighting potentials around the 2000 mark, but two men, Ken Masters and Ryu, far exceeded this mark. Ken Masters had a fighting potential of 3500, and Ryu's was even greater, 3620. Ryu's fighting potential was measured when he fought a man named Sagat some years ago, but he had not been seen since. Ken Masters however, frequently took part in tournaments all over America. Ken Masters was abducted by Shadow Law, and they used him to lure out Ryu, who had grown up with Ken at a dojo in Japan. While Ken was heald captive, M. Bison used his "psycho powers" to extract most of his fighting knowledge, so he could create his super soldiers. Ryu was lured out, even though he knew he was heading into a trap. However, what Shadow Law did not anticipate, was the power of Ryu and Ken when they worked together. Ryu was allowed to reach Ken, and when he found him, sitting in a chair, scantaly clad, wires coming from all the pores in his body, Bison attacked. Individually Ryu and Ken proved no match foir Bison, but gradually when Ryu fought Bison, Ken's strength returned, and they finally managed to kill Bison inside his Shadow Law base. However, the battle had taken its toll on Ryu and Ken also. Ryu died in Ken's arms moments later through injury and exhaustion. Ken was also too weak to make it out of the Shadow Law base alive. He was eventually killed by Sagat and Vega, two of Shadow Law's best fighters, after a long struggle. Regerdless of the leaders death, Shadow Law survived. Its team of scientists started working on the Bio-Weapons using the fighting data of Ken Masters. Through thorough tests, they discovered that they could not get the cyborg skeletons to accuratly copy the intense fighting abilites of Ken. They were simply too slow and too sloppy, and no subject ever managed a fighting potential over 500, rendering them futile. Then, sxtracting some of M. Bison's DNA, the scientists started working to see if the could accuratly replicate a form of Bison's phycho powers, which could enhance the capabilities of the Bio-soldiers. They found that they could not create an artificial form of Telekinesis, but they could create a limited form of clairvoyance, enhancing the cyborgs reaction times to impeccable levels. Now they were making great progress, cyborgs started producing fighting potentials somewhere up around the 2500's, making them stronger than most fighters on earth. They have now started work on the ultimate Bio-weapon, containing the DNA of Ken, Bison, and Ryu. They are also trying to enhance this cyborgs intelligence with Bison's brain proteins, allowing him limited A.I. All of this had been accomplished within the space of 20 years, and a new generation of fighters has arisen. Shadow Law has started sedning out its Monitor Cyborgs again to measure the fighting potentials of the new generation of fighters, and are also sending out the first field prototypes of the Bio-weapons, to test their skills in real combat.[/I] ----------------------------------------------------------------- You can be any street fighter charcter besides Ken, Ryu, and Bison (obviously). Alternatively you can also make up your own character, who will be one of the "new generation" of fighters. Here's what you need in your sign up: Name: Age: Nationality: Fighting style: Special Abilities: (3 max, nothing too powerful, if you are going an existing street fighter character try and stick to the abilities that already have.) Bio: Description: -------------------------------------------------- [B]Name:[/B]Kazuya Hasuke [B]Age:[/B] 30 [B]Nationality:[/B] Japanese [B]Fighting style:[/B] A mixture of Shotokan Karaté and Taé-Kwon Do. [B]Special Abilities:[/B] 1: [I]Suroken[/I] - Kazuya's hand glows with a strange blue energy, allowing him to deliver a punch 4 times as powerful as his usual punches. 2: [I]Lightning Kick[/I] - Lightning bolts flicker around his body, alowing him to move at tremendous speed, into a devastating flying kick. 3: [I]Dark Hadou[/I] - Whenever in extreme anger or desperation, Kazuya's body glows with dark aura, and his eyes turn completely red. He charges up and fires a black ball of energy that kills almost anything. Kazuya has no control over his actions when in this state. [B]Bio:[/B] Kazuya was inolved in a terrible accident when he was five years old, he was in a fight with another child on top of a mountain, it started over nothing more than an arguement over who owned a certain toy, but during the fight Kazuya slipped and fell over the cliff face he was fighting on top of. He survived the initial fall, but his body was covered in cuts and scars, he would certainly have died, but his body was suddenly unthrawled in a dark energy, which sealed up all his wounds, and controlled him into climbing back up the cliff. When Kazuya regained control of himself, he was lying on top of the mountain, with no recolection of any events after he had hit the ground. He noticed that all his cuts had sealed, but they had formed terrible scars all over his body. When he returned home, his mother burst into tears at seeing the state of her baby boy, but Kazuya's father was deeply concerned. His father pushed him into learning Karaté, to make sure nothing like this happened again. Kazuya's sensei was very strict, but found that Kazuya's skill was exceptional, he quickly surpassed everyone else at the dojo, seeming to possess the speed and strength of someone twice his age. The sensei decided to test Kazuya's strength against his own, expecting uquite an easy win, but became frustrated when Kazuya was able to get hits in on him. Since the beggining of the fight, the sensei had noticed a very thjin dark aura around Kazuya, but he was sure that Kazuya knew nothing about it. He realised then that whatever this aura was, it was the key to his skill. The sensei decided to test the extent of this power, and so he delivered a powerful blow to Kazuya's biggest scar, the one across his chest. Kazuya was knocked back into the wall, unconcious, and the sensei feared that he had done something terrible. Suddenly, Kazuya's eyes snapped open, they were completely red, and the thin aura around his body suddenly grew dramatically. Kazuya held his hands behind him, and charged up an orb of pure energy. The sensei was paralysed with shock, fearing suddenly for his own safety. Kazuya released the orb, which tore the sensei clean in half. As soon as this happened, the dark aura disappeared, and Kazuya returned to normal, but again he remembered nothing about what had happened after the sensei had struck him. He looked at the sensei's corpse, and then at his hands. Although he remembered nothing, he knew it must have been him who had killed the sensei. Through his sorrow and greif, the black aura that had surrounded his body since he was five vanished... but instead one of his eyes constantly remains red. Although he tries his best to surpress this... thing that is inside him, he occasionally wakes up lying on the floor with a shredded corpse lying next to him. [B]Description:[/B] Looks like Kazuya from Tekken 4 (see avatar.)

[B]Xanko:[/B] Abob, get in contact with Jango, find out our current status. Marth, secure the area, make sure no more Death Watch troopers are patrolling about. Marth nodded, and headed off to the East of the woodland, scouting the ground and air, looking for some sort of tracks. Xanko started to walk back towards Abob, when another Death Watch soldier leapt out from behind a tree. He came at Xanko with a vibro dagger, Xanko rolled forward, avoiding the weapon. The D.W trooper was thrown off balance, and he stumbled forward. Xanko was quick to his feet, and he swung his foot out, kicking the vibro dagger out of the troops hand. The D.W troop turned to meet the unmasked Xanko, and he threw a punch. Xanko ducked under his arm, grabbing the troops chest and tripping him. When the D.W troop hit the ground, Xanko pressed his lower arm firmly on the troops neck, and placed his knee on the troops gut. With his other free hand, he tore off the troops helmet. A young human face stared back at him, quivering with fear. [B]Xanko:[/B] Tell me kid, who sent you?

[I]Craig suddenly sped in on his Kawasaki Ninja, skidding t a perfect stop only 2 inches from Liam's feet. Liam didn't even flinch, as Craig climbed off the bike, and tapped the bike twice, respecting Liam's nerve. Craig walked over to the crate that conatined the weapons, and he gazed about inside. [B]Adam:[/B] Okay Craig, we've got you a-- [B]Craig:[/B] ...I want the Remington. [B]Adam:[/B] That's what we got you anyway. Craig reached into the crate and pulled out a Remington M-1100 12 gaunge army assault shotgun. A smile spread across his face, he loved guns that packed a punch, just like his magnum, and this gun certainly did. [B]Adam:[/B] You gun is light-equipped Craig, handy if you get stuck in the dark. [B]Craig:[/B] I can shoot anything that moves, doesn't have to be daytime. [B]Commander:[/B] Yes Craig, we're very aware of your marksmanship skills, and how close you are to Liam's record. Craig glanced over at Liam, who cocked a smile and shrugged. [B]Craig:[/B] ...With respect commander, the target range is quite different to real field excersice.[/I]

I normally sit in silence, maybe throwing a comment in here or there, but whenever Chici Trunks and Goten are on, I can't help laughing. They just crack me up for some reason, especially on movie 12 when they fight Hitler.

Ugh, regardless of what is energy and what isn't, the RPG starter sets the rules. She says no spiritual, there is no spiritual, simple as that.

Tarkon leant against the wall of his cell, his arms folded over his chest, his cape swaying gently behind his back. He stood motionlessely, staring at the ground. Across the Cell, sitting at the edge of his bed, was his Changeling cellmate Frost. They were waiting patiently, waiting for just the right moment, where they could escape their Spartan captors. [B]Frost:[/B] Shouldn't be long now, they should be bringing my food any time now. [B]Tarkon:[/B] When he gets here, you just leave him to me. As if on cue, they suddenly heard the wing door open, and then footsteps going down the hall. A single Spartan stopped outside their cell, grining eagerly. [B]Spartan:[/B] Your lucky you don't need to eat Namek, I don't think we have enough supplies to feed you. [B]Tarkon:[/B] Don't worry, you won't be needing them for much longer. [B]Spartan:[/B] What's that supposed to mean? Tarkon's arm suddenly shot out between the bars in the cell, and grasped the Spartan by the throat. The food instantly dropped to the ground, as the Spartan fidgeted at Tarkon's arm, and tried to reach his flail. Tarkon's sharp nails dug into the Spartans neck, and blood trickled down, then Tarkon's arm coiled again, and the Spartan was thrown into the bars. A powerful electric pulse ran through the Spartans body, and also through Tarkon, but Tarkon didn't release his grip, he just stepped forward to meet the Spartan, and with one sharp movement, snapped its neck. Tarkon coiled his arm to normal length, and stepped backwards, breathing hard, as the elctric pulses continued to char his insides. [B]Tarkon:[/B] You'd better... get his card... that shock took the wind... out of me. Frost stepped upto the bars, and turned, so his tail was facing the guard. He reached through the bars with his tail, and cunningly drew the card out of the guards pouch. Then, he moved it to the panel at the side of the cell, and slipped the card through the scanner, and suddenly the bars slid upwards, allowing them to escape. [B]Frost:[/B] Can I atleast eat my meal before we leave? Tarkon grinned. [B]Tarkon:[/B] OOkay, but hurry up about it, I don't want to get caught... yet.

I just saw an advert for new DBZ eps, they will be showing on a new Channel called CNX, atleast in the UK. Maybe I will finally get to see Vegetto.

Don't worry Piro, your bio is fine. So says the artist formally known as SS Trunks. And yeah Red, its about time we got going...

[I]Liam walked out of the room, and turned back to notice that Craig was only a few paces behind. An amused look spread over Liam's face. [B]Liam:[/B] You coming? I was just going to find Adam and... ask him a few questions. [B]Craig:[/B] Got nothing better to do. Craig smiled genuinly and shrugged, maybe he was deciding to try and warm to the group. The walked together now, in step, off towards Adam's room.[/I]

[I]Craig finally got out of his bed, he hadn't slept, as such, he had learned to put himself into a state or dormancy in which his ears became very sensitive, but his eyes glazed over, and he appeared to be daydreaming deeply. As such, he had heard every word uttered between Liam and Rae, especially since he slept next door to Liam, and they had left their door open. He wasn't going to say anything to either of them. It wasn't his business, and just because he knew, he felt that he didn't have to do anything about it. He pulled on his T-shirt, and strapped on his holster that contained his Magnum Revolver .44. The gun was roughly the size of his lower arm (from the base of the fingers to the elbow.)The silver chamber always remained perfectly poloshed, its what he did to pass the time normally. He stepped out of the room, no one seemed to be up yet. He strolled into the lounge, and sat on the seat in the corner. Suddenly he realised that someone was already up, he could hear music. He followed the music, and it took him to the gym, the crumby remains of a cheese sandwich lying at the door. He recognised the music to be Metallica, and normally he wouldn't have minded, but Craig felt pissed off for some reason, maybe it had something to do with Rae's story. Craig turned the knob on the door, it was locked. Craig stepped back, and threw his size 10 boot into the door. The lock snapped, and the doors flung outwards. Craig's eyes quickly scanned thr room for the source of themusic, and he saw the CD player. Like lightning his hand drew out his .44, and effortlessely, he lifted the large pistol up, and with a single shot, a bulet ripped through the middle of the player. The boy, who Craig didn't recognize, immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to Craig, but Craig had already left. Craig strolled bacl to the lounge, and tooook his seat again, holstering his gun, waiting patiently for the days events to start.[/I]

Over 100 years before planet Vegeta was destroyed, the saiyans were in their prime. Under the control of King Cold, the saiyans rained over the north galaxy like a plague, conquering planets, enslaving entire races, all to quench their thirst for battle. King Cold soon considered them to be his best warriors, and the saiyans elites were treated like princes. However, much like the other races, all low level saiyans were treated like scum. They were either sent off, unarmed, to conquer small, weak planets, or thrown onto the streets like rabid dogs. Low level saiyans had to use whatever materials they could find for armour, it is a rare site to see a level 3 saiyan with an armour set rivaling an elites. However, one group of low / average level saiyans, have been going on difficult missions, and coming back victorious. Their reputation has been growing among the saiyans, and even King Cold has noticed their success, and has sent them off to Morklark, a planet filled with proud warriors and scientists. The group of eight saiyans have two mission objectives: Gain absolute control of the planet Morklark, and two: disable any resistance by any means nessecary. Every one who joins, will be a part of this team. If more than 8 people join, I will decide who gets in or not. Happy hunting. ----------------------------------------------------- Here's what you need in your sign up: Name: Age: Saiyan level: [Either 2 or 3.] Weapons: [If any.] Bio: Description: ------------------------------------------------------- [B]Name:[/B]Zanitz [B]Age:[/B]26 [B]Saiyan level:[/B]3 [B]Weapons:[/B]Has a bouble edged broad sword, rumoured unbreakable. [B]Bio:[/B]Zanitz is the son of Prima, a saiyan elite. When he saw that Zanitz was a low level, he completely disragarded him, throwing him out to fend for himself. Zanitz slowly learned to survive on his own, and soon made a friend named Seifer. As children, Zanitz and Seifer were often seen stealing from adults or fighting with other kids, always moving and working like a team. Eventually he and Seifer decided that they weren't going to spend the rest of their lives as tramps, they knew they could do better. So, together they formed a team of low levels, who has been thrown onto the streets like they had. As a team, they trained for many years, sometimes beating themselves nearly to death, in order to increase their power. Because a few of them were always in the regeneration ward, the doctors were able to constantly monitor their increasing power. The team, when they became strong enough, were known to murder higher level saiyans, just so they could nab the armour. Eventually Zanitz's team all had relatively good armour, and it was then that they demanded to one of King Cold's elites to be put to work. King Cold agreed to an audience with them, and immediately recognised their power, and issued them all with matching scouters, and then sent them off to conquer their first planet. They had very little resistance, except for one warrior, a strange fighter that carried with him, his sword, which he claimed was unbreakable. Zanitz fought with him, and eventually managed to beat him, claiming his sword as his prize, and proof of his teams skill. During the fight, the warrior cut Zanitz over his left eye, shattering his scouter, he was lucky that the eye itself was not damaged. When Zanitz was 22, Seifer said that he wished to back to where his parents were killed, and avenge their deaths. Zanitz refused to let him go alone, what happenes to one happens to the other, and so together they went, both nearly losing their lives. The team have been on many missions since, constantly increasing their power. Zanitz is eager to take his team off to Morklark. [B]Description:[/B]Has hair like Mystic Gohan, and a scar through his left eye (the eye itself is not damaged). He has a saiyan breastplate like Vegeta from the Cell saga, and saiyans gauntlets and boots, but he has no undersuit on his upper body. He is roughly 6'4" in height, and quite muscular in build. His sword is on a sheath over his back.

You are mistaken super goku, when a saiyan goes level 4, there hair goes back to its original colour, and if it is cut it reverts back to its original shape. Also, saiyans are bound to be able to have their hair cut, regardless of if it stays the same until they die. Its not like their hair could break a pair of scissors or something.

[B]Real Name:[/B] Craig [B]Elemental Name:[/B] Glacien [Glay - see - an] [B]Elemental:[/B] Ice [B]Brief Dis.Of Regular:[/B] The tallest in the group, measuring at about 6'2". He always wears his fingerless gloves, a white vest and black ripped jeans. He also wears a red bandana over his head. (Like Ryu from street fighter.) [B]Brief Dis.Of Elemental:[/B] Glacien wears a deathly white cloak, that compoletely covers his body, and over his head he wears a hood, that shadows his face. Only an icy blue glow can be seen under his hood, where his eyes are, because Glacien's eyes are completely blue, like the coldest ice. Silver gauntlets, lined with rubies on the knuckles cover his hands. His hair grows to choulder length, and turns a creamy white, and although it moves freely, it glistens as if frozen. He radiates cold about him wherever he goes, though Glacien is impervious to the effects of the cold. He wears boots like a knight, though they are rarely seen, and they are silver, like his gauntlets. [B]Staff Discription:[/B] The staff itself is black, but it is jagged and sharp all the way up, like a water droplet hanging from an icy cavern roof, that had frozen just before it could fall, and formed a magnificent stalagtite. Only Glacien can hladle it with such mastery that he doesn't get cut with one of the sharp corners jutting out from it. Atop the staff, between two juts of the staff that seem to shoot up, smaller versions of the staff itself, there is a white gem, almost blinding to look at, as in it is the very essence of "absolute zero". [B]Summon Phrase:[/B] Life essence, solidify and take me from your world, replace me with your master! [B]Summon Scene:[/B] When Craig utters "Birth essence, solidify and take me from your world", the orb atop his staff seems to run down the rest of his staff, making it the same colour, and than down onto the ground around him. When ice completely covers his feet, his staff turns back to its normal state, and a huge block of ice is thrown up from the ground, seemingly swallowing Craig, he can no longer be seen beneath the ice. Never the less, when he says "Replace me with your master" at this point, the words ring out as clearly as a bell, a shrill piercing sound. The ice block starts to shrink, taking the form of a human. When nearly complete, there is a blinding flash, and Glacien stands where Craig just did. [B]Weapons:[/B] A long bow and quiver.