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Sounds interesting, I'll give it a shot....... Name: Durumir Age: 28 Race: Half Orc Class: Barbarian Weapon: Large two-handed barbarian type sword, and a Kris dagger. Armor: Studded hard leather armour (no shield) Specialized skill: search/spot. Deity: Heironus god of valor. Bio: Born into a clan of wild orcs / half orcs, Durumir was among the largest of their ranks, and excelled in melee combat, especially with his sword. His clan was based on the religion that their strongest warrior would be their leader, and many people realised that Durumir could one day have the power to defeat the clans current leader, and become their most powerful ruler to date. Durumir trained for many years, and finally, when he was 25 orc years of age, he challenged the clans leader. After a long, gruelling, and altogether brutal battle, Durumir defeated the leader by cleaving him from the nave to the jaw. He then was presented with the clans sacred Kris, passed from leader to leader. Since then he has been his clans leader, and has lead them into many battles with other orcs, and other species. His army of orcs is revered by many across the continent, as the most highly trained and deadly group of orcs ever to exist. Few dare to wander into the clans territories, and if so, few ever come out alive again, whether they are one person parties, or entire armies. Descripion: Looks just like the Uruh-kai leader from the LOTR: fellowship of the ring movie.

[I]Craig suddenly clamped his hands onto the side of his head, and yelled. His mind writhed in agony..... something was happeneing. He fell to his knes, clawing at his head, yelling, His forehead met the arena floor, and his hands clawed frantically on the floor, and on his head. He smacked the floor with his fist several times, as his other hand twitched feverously, reaching upwards at the sky. All of a sudden, he stopped...... and just lay there for a while. He got to one knee, then stood up. His chest wound was gone..... though not even Craig could figure out how. He let it pass soon enough, and the arrogance beamed in his face once again. Sabir launched forward at Craig. His auras exploded around him, as he launched towards her also. He slammed his elbow hard into her cheek, Sabir responding with a vicious kick to Craig's gut. Craig then started viciously pummeling Sabir in the stomach with his fists only. She was knocked backwards, jolting at every punch. She flew backwards a few feet, but launched forward again as soon as her foot touched the ground. She reached Craig, deliverng a vicious backhand to him. His head cocked backwards, and Sabir kicked him hard in the gut. A look of anger spread across Craig's face, and he slammed his fist hard into Sabir's jaw. She jumped backwards, landing in an animal type crouch. [/I]

Seph, you have seriously got to put some sort of control on this....... everyone is trying to make themselves seem invincible and a lot stronger than everyone else. And I don't mean to complain so much.... but everyone except Justin has got my character completely wrong. I don't like to talk to much, and even when I do it's just a cocky comment, and I am almost always pissed. However, Craig does care about the planet deeply. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]One by one the group introduced themselves to Pyro. Seph, Kamikazi, Andrew, and finally Craig. Seph: Something has to be done about this.......... thing, that's coming here. Andrew: Well we shall obviously have to train. Craig walked over to his cloak. He grabbed it from the small crater it made, and threw it over his shoulders. Craig:........ I train alone. With that, Craig took off into the air, anf blasted off towards the north.[/I]

Craig: We-hell this baby's certainly gotten faster. Like a lightning bolt Scorpion reached behind it's back, and flicked the glaive around, now holding it in two hands. He flew towards a meteor, and spun his glaive around, preparing to cleave the oncoming meteor...... when the glaive fell from his hands. Craig: Oh crap......... As the metoer was about to slam into Scorpion, a beam sabre shot out of his right shoulder. He caught it, engaged it, and struck the meteor down the middle. It split in two, each half moving either side of Scorpion. Craig: That was close........ *Prince's face suddenly appears on the comm. link* Prince: I told'jya it takes some getting used to. Take it a bit more slowly. Craig: Yeah...... that's probably for the best. Scorpion put the beamsabre away, then grabbed the glaive handle again. He spun it round, and held it in the classic one arm extended position that Nataku often used. He flew forward, coming towards a comet. He headed straight at the comet, moving to the side as he was about to crash into it. Then, he turned to face the passing rock and swung his glaive round, the beam ripping through the comet before it exploded. Craig: Damn...... this things hella' strong. Craig then proceeded to fly about, practicing various moves with the glaive, as the others continued to work on their gundams.

[I]The cliff that Craig was buried in, suddenly disintegrated i a huge surge of energy, that pulsed out for miles. Amongst the desimated rubble, now returning to the ground, Craig stood, bruised and cut. He dissapeared suddenly. ~Meanwhile~ Kamikazi: Ah, this job will be all to easy! In a flash, a foot struck Kamikazi in the base of the neck. Kamikazi jolted forward, turning to see Craig grab his arm, and toss him down into the city street. He hit the road hard, and went crashing into the earth. Craig: Never turn your back on me...... that is your one and only warning. I have trained all my life, and your biggest mistake will be underestimating me. Slowly, Kamikazi climbed out of the hole, bleeding from head to toe. He looked up angrily at Craig, who exchanged a similar glance. Kamikazi's aura exploded around him suddenly, decimating some of the road around him, as he launched upwards. He shot a beam up at Craig, who stood there motionlessely, until the last moment, when he zanzokened out of the way, as the beam shot through the gut of his afterimage. Craig appeared infront of Kamikazi, arm coiled backwards. He thre his fist forward, but Kamikazi ducked as the punch was about to connect. Kamikazi then threw a punch, connecting with Craig's stomach. Craig arched forward, slamming his elbow downwards into the nape of Kamikazi's neck. Kamikazi fell towards the ground limply, and after a short time managed to control his flight again. Kamikazi: Ah, so there is more fight in you than I anticipated..... Craig: There's more fight in me than you will ever know. Now lets get on wit.......... the f**k? Craig looked down, he sensed a new power from the city below, a power which matched his own. He saw someone in the street, beckoning up towards them, looking extremely pissed. Craig: Looks like you've got a fan.....[/I]

[I]On the Planet Kel Dar, a Sith Warrior is being led to his ship by an escort of Empire soldiers. He walks across the thick iron grid catwalk, out in the open air, walking between the large building where he had just had a meeting, and the docking bay where his ship was. A small ship suddenly flew overhead, seemingly harmless. However, as it flew over the catwalk, a figure leapt from the small craft, flipping in the air, and landing on his feet on the catwalk, about 20 feet away from the escort. The figure, whose entire body, including the face and head was covered by a large cloak, stood up, and turned to face the escort. The mysterious figure drew back his cloak. Sith: Ah, they told me about you?. The one that was hired to kill me. Yes, I foresaw your arrival. The Sith Warriors raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the entire escort, which consisted of 6 Imperial soldiers, lined up in front of him and started blasting at the target. With amazing speed Craig flicked up his cloak, and drew a lightsabre handle from his belt. A green blade of one meter in length protruded from the handle. With one hand he raised his lightsabre, deflecting a blast back at the soldier who fired it. The soldier?s head cocked back as the laser shot through his head. He dropped to his knees as blood trickled down his forehead. The other 5 guards started firing frantically at the warrior, as the Sith stood calmly behind. Craig, with swift and great accuracy, deflected each shot in turn, taking out 2 more of the guards. A look of fear spread like a virus across the other two guards faces. They started blasting wildly??.. Craig deflected both their blasts, killing them both in an instant. Now, the only two people left alive on the catwalk were Craig, and the Sith. Craig: Looks like it?s just you and me??? Sith: Oh, I wouldn?t say that???.. Suddenly, another Sith warrior appeared in the gangway behind Craig. Craig: Lovely??. But I don?t think I?ll be on my own for long.[/I] ------------------------------------------------------ I know it's crappy......... but I am in a rush.

Okay, I'll start this shortly, but I just want to clear up a few things. To Sarsy: The Sith's and Jedi do not hire merc's. As clearly shown in Episode 1, a Sith is far more effectice at tracking a target than any old merc. And another thing...... the Sith's do not have 'codes' to their temple, but even if they did, they wouldn't be so foolish as to trust a mer with them. I mean come on, common sense...... To Sayian Metroid: A double edged lightsabre CANNOT split into 2 different sabres. I can explain why if you want, but let me just say it is quite impossible, and I'm sure Boba will back me up here. The only reason Darth Maul's continued to work when it split in two pieces was thay the crystal was still intact. Also, I di say I was the only Jedi able to use 2 lightsabres at one time.

Damn straight Metallica rocks! Adema are one hellava band. I got their album, "Freaking Out" is by far the best song in my opinion.

[I]Zain looked down towards the pen as he approached it. All he could see were the wolves, who sat perfectly still, watching something, Zain couldn't tell what. He continued on, and slowly Ralvenar came into view. He had the wild horse (who was still unsaddled) and was riding him about like the there had never been a problem. Zain ran over to the horse, which Ralvenar stopped when he noticed Zain approaching. Zain: Nice job........ how did you manage it? Ralvenar: I just talked to him for a while, calmed him down, and then he learnt to trust me. Zain: Wow........ I thought you'd be out here injured from him, or in a temper because you couldn't tame him. I never expected such a result as this. Ralvenar: Heh, if she's have told me the price after I tamed him, I'd be paying the 5-star horse price right now. Zain: Heh....... you probably would.... [/I]

[I]Craig: Impressive....... you are the first fighter I have ever encountered..... who actually sees the power of his opponent. Craig gripped his cloak and in an intant, threw it from his shoulders. It plummeted towards the ground, and slammed into the earth, causing a small crater in it's stead. Underneath were Black trousers and a thick navy belt (like Vegitto's, with a colour alteration). He had no upper body attire. He also had fingerless gloves, and boots like Trunks. Kamikazi: Lets go........ Kamikazi launched forward, throwing a punch at Craig's face. Craig gripped Kamikazi's forearm, and launched upwards, kneeing Kamikazi in the gut. Kamikazi arched forward, coughing up blood. He quickly regained himself, and pulled Craig downwards by his arm, which Craig was still gripping. With Kamikazi's other hand, he threw a violent uppercut, connecting with the base of Craig's chin. Craig's neack arched back terribly. Using this momentum, Craig followed through with the rest of his body, bringing his legs up, kicking Kamikazi in the face as he procceded to backflip. Kamikazi flew backwards, arms extended, eyes closed. Craig flipped back over, so he was facing Kamikazi again. Kamikazi suddenly brought his hands together and fired a white orb at Craig. Craig's red aura formed around him, and his power surged quickly. He managed to swot the beam away. Kamikazi stood, staring at Craig, as his red aura shorted out. Kamikazi: Not bad.......... not bad at all.[/I]

Whoopsy doodle......... my mind hasn't been working recently.. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]Craig's angered look turned to a grin suddenly. His black eyes flickered with a white glimmer. Neil: 3............ 2........... 1......... Craig's aura suddenly doubled in size, and his hair spiked up more towards the back. His Muscles tightened, and his veins bulged out. Vicious lightning bolts started flickering around his huge aura. His "Kamehameha" (which, btw, I don't use) turned a rich crimson, and tripled in size, swallowing Sabir's beam and englulfing her in scolding Ki. She screeched in pain, as she fell limply into the ground, scorch marks all over her. She hit the ground like a pile of rocks. Craig lowered himself to the ground, and stood about 6 feet away from Sabir, as she struggled to her feet. Sabir: How....... how did you turn SSJ2 so easily? Craig chuckled slightly. Craig: Oh, I've been very fond of the second level since I achieved it, and I've spent most of my time thereafter perfecting it. Sabir: Well regardless, it still won't be enough...... Sabir clenched her fists, as her muscles tightened. She launched forward at Craig, throwing her fists wildly at him in a relentless onslaught. Craig blocking all of her attacks with ease. Sabir: Impressive..... Looks like I'll have to go to a higher transfrmation myself......[/I]

[I]Once all the SeeD instructors have boarded, the doors slides shut, and airlock's tight. Slowly a blue glow emitted from the base of the craft, and it rose into the air. Slowly it moved down the road, and out of the garage exit, flying upwards as it came into the open. Inside, the instructor's all took their seats. They were all great instructors, and all swordsmen of right, but it wasn't hard to see just how different they all were from each other. Craig just sat, staring at the ceiling, joining in the conversation as often as he could, but never moving an inch. Neil kept mainly silent...... all throughout the journey his eyes seemed to glaze over into 'that' look.... everyone had seen that look at one point, the look that would turn the Devil's blood cold. Warlock kept fumbling at the handle of his gunblade, and joined in the conversation quite a lot. Flash kept looking at his hands and wrists, and occasionally he'd check his sword. They all seemed to be psyching themselves up for battle, keeping their minds off it in different ways. They all seemed to forget that they were having dinner with several other instructors and headmasters at Balamb garden. Warlock: I think they said the Galbadia headmaster would be there. Flash: What? ......... that Chang guy? Warlock: Yeah...... I think so. He's more or less the complete opposite to our headmaster...... Craig: Ah, so his sex won't be an undisclosed matter? Flash: Heh, I don't think so..... Warlock: Well it will be interesting to meet him anyway.[/I]

[I]Up in a desolate mountain range, a huge man of about 17 years of age, is meditating. A huge cloak (like Sandrock's) covers his entire body. The man sits, levitated some 20 feet in the air. His hair waves gently in the wind. Blank clouds cover the area directly above him. Rain pours down from the sky, blistering the ground below. The man however, is unaffected by the shards of spiked ice. He just sits there, perfectly still, a deep red glow around his body. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. His expression was calm, but something was definately wrong. He looked up into the sky........... and stared blankly up for a while. Craig:................ The f**k?? Craig lowered himself to the ground, as the clouds and storm cleared, a blue sky and blazing sun now present above him. He raised his clenched fist, parallel to his chest, and stared down at it. Craig: Finally............... my time has come. Craig slowly acended into the air. He stopped after a short time, and stood stationarily in the air for a moment. Then, his arms snapped back, and a blood red aura exploded around him, as he took off towards the West.[/I]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Boba Fett [/i] [B]Wow, Hold on! I would like to join, however there is a small mistake in your Sign up post SS Trunks The Bounty Hunter Boba Fett fell into a creature known as the Sarlacc. He later escaped from it(after two days) and was nursed back to health by another bounty hunter. He had to get major medical operations to correct his metabolism, which the sarlacc's digestive juices had altered. If you want to check out the accuracy of this information it is contained in the most recent Star Wars dicconary. Sorry if I bored you but I felt it necessary to correct this small error. [/B][/QUOTE] [I]There was no error, that was an intentional mistake I used for the convenience of my plot. lol, I didn't know anyone else would have such extensive knowledge as myself to know such a thing...... except maybe Babygirl[/I]

[I]It is over 800 years since the events of "Return of the Jedi". Luke Skywalker, along with his sister Leia, started to rebuilt the Jedi race. Soon the Jedi began to prosper again, and took their rightful place in the universe as keepers of the peace. The rebellion ultimately became the main power in the galaxy. Everything seemed to be normal....... the universe was finally at peace, for the time being. Sometine, about 500 years after death of Anakin Skywalker, a group of 6 warriors, who self proclaimed themselves as 'Syth Lords' appeared somewhere on a barren planet surrounding tatooine. They were infact warriors who had rebelled from the Jedi race, sick of living a life of solitude under Jedi law. They were considered a joke by everyone, even the Jedi ignored them. But like any other joke, it grows and grows until it gets completely out of hand. 250 years after the so called Syth Lords appeared, the have raised a league of Syth Warriors and Apprentices that more than matches the Jedi in number. Both parties are more powerful than they had ever been before. They are fighting all over the galaxy, the Syth fighting for total domination of the world, the Jedi desperately fighting to keep order. The Syth, under them have rebuilt the empire, and in response the Jedi have demanded total dictatorship of the rebellion, as they have always said, the Jedi cannot fight an army, they are keepers of the peace. Now both forces have strong armies under their power. But for the meantime, it is only the Jedi and Syth that fight..... the armies will lie in wait for about another 10 years. 15 years before the start of out story (which is 35 years after the armies were built) another party, formed by the high senate of Mallastaire, and lead by a creature known as Mohawk, created an army of clones, made from the DNA of one bounty hunter named Boba Fett (which was recently excreted from the belly of Bantha after his 1000 years of digestion. If you remember he fell into Bantha's mouth during Return of the Jedi). Mohawk got his clone idea from the Syth Lord Sidous, who created a vicious army of clones long ago, and was very succesful with them. For the last 10 years, the galaxy has been engaged in the second clone war. The Rebel, Clone, and Empire armies fight all over the galaxies, both in ships and on foot...... as the Jedi and Syth also battle it out for supremacy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Here's what you need: Name: Age: Race: (Jedi / Syth / Mallastarian / Rebel / Empire soldier / Clone) Height: Bio: Weapon: (Note: Only Jedi and Syth can have lightsabres) Description: Personallity: ------------------------------------------------------ Name: Craig Haro Age: 25 Race: Ex-Jedi (Is currently a mercenary) Height: 6'6" Bio: Taken in to train as a Jedi when he was only a child, Craig was chosen for his unusual mediclorean count..... it is the highest ever seen since Anakin Skywalker. He excelled in melee combat, and is the only Jedi in recent history able to fight with 2 lightsabres at one time. He was an excellent student and found it quite easy to obey Jedi law..... until one day when he was 17 years old....... he fell in love. He was forced to choose between his Jedi lifestyle and the woman he had fallen in love with. Although he loved his Jedi life, he couldn't deny his feelings, and so he left the Jedi to be with his woman. Unfortunately, when he was about 22, she was killed by a Syth Lord infront of Craig. For the first time in his life he became overpowered with anger, and slaughtered the Syth in a blind rage...... something which was strictly forbidden by Jedi law. He chose not to return, he knew he could never live their life of solitude anymore..... he was far too angry at the Syth. He became a mercenary, but only accepts jobs that do not involve murders.... unless it is a Syth. Currently he is hired to kill a group of Syth assasin's and bring their heads back to his employer. Weapon: 2 lightsabres, one red, one green. Description: He has the basic look of Obi-Wan from Star Wars: Epiosode 2, with brown and black garments. Personallity: He is generally calm in and out of battle. However, he does have a tendency to fight with his emotions, and this can be either a good or a bad thing. He has a general cockyness about him, but gets pissed off quite easily. He is much revered about the galaxy...... and most are not brave enough to battle him.[/I]

[I]Yeah, what 'Locky said........... Name: Craig Hayter Age: 21 Height: 6'6" Occupation: SeeD Weapon Instructor Location: Trabia Garden Description: He has brown hair like teen SSJ2 Gohan, only with a hair lune like Vegetto's. Hazel eyes. A white vest, black punk trousers with a chain going from the front to the back. He has big black combat boots, and black leather fingerless gloves. He has a huge scropion tatoo on his back, a biohazard tatoo on his right upper arm, and a snake tatoo that wraps all the way down his left arm, with the head of the snake on his left fist. He has a scar that comes over his left eye (like Yamcha's off DBZ), which he got one day in a fight with his father. Bio: Craig was born in Galbadia, but moved to a small wood cabin outside of Trabia when he was very small. His father was a great Galbadian soldier, but was thrown out for neglegence, and so his anger made him treat his wife and son (Craig) very badly. He would hit them both, and threated to kill them when he wanted something done. He got drunk everyday, and would viciously beat his wife, and then Craig when he tried to stand up for her. But then, one day, Craig got his father's sword as he was hitting his mother, and he drove it into his back. He continued to hack at his father's cirpse, releasing all the years of pent up rage. He didn't stop until there was no piece of his father left that was big enought for him to cut at. His mother was ashamed of what he had done.... regardless of how Craig's father treated her, and she banished Craig from her life. So, at the tender age of 9, Craig was out on his own....... for 2 years he was forced to survive on his own, until one day a troop of SeeD member's from Trabia garden came upon him during a survival mission, and took him in. He was accepted to train with them, and in only 2 years he became a member, excelling in weapons combat. He got his instructor license at 16, and has spent the last 5 years training SeeD candidates in various frms of weaponry. --- Weapon: Scorpion sickles (twin sickles with silver blades, and black twin scoprion runes carved into them.) Magic: Cure, Thunder, Blizzard Limit: Berserker Storm (Using the power of lightning Craig darts forward and uses a relentless double slash attack on his enemy, often slicing straight through an enemy). [/I]

[I]Ralvenar lowered his bow, before dropping it in complete disregauard. He picked the man up in his mighty arms, and lay him on the forth bed. The earlier scene had awoken Zain and Lymous. Ralvenar felt the man's brow..... Zain: What's the problem? Ralvenar: His back and legs have scratch wounds..... quite deep. He also has a bite mark on his arm, possibly poisoned or infected. Also, it seems he's been running quite a way, he's exhausted. Lymous: Anything he needs? Ralvenar: ............... MILK!!! Get a bottle of milk from one of the cows. That should get him healthy....... then all he needs is a good rest.[/I]

[I]Craig: Well, I gotta get changed and get ready for the race........ you can either watch the shop..... or you can come watch the race........ Andrew: I'll come watch the race I think..... Craig: I guessed. Well lets get going to my place, I gotta get changed. Just follow me...... if you can keep up. Craig then quickly removed his overall's, revealing some jogging pants and an old black t-shirt. He threw the overall's onto a table where some tools lay, and he went over to his car. He took the key from around his neck, and inserted it into the lock. The door slid open smoothly, revealing polished, perfectly smooth leather seats. Craig climbed in, as Andrew went off to get in his Dodge. He started up the engine, it roared proudly. Craig dipped the clutch and rolled the gearstick into first, and then stormed out of the garage. He stopped just outside the entrance, and locked up the garage. Then he got back in the car, and sped off again. He sped round a corner, Andrew barely able to keep up. Andrew: Damn that guy's fast. Within minutes Craig had arived at his apartment. Andrew managing to find it mostly out of pure luck.......... Craig had to much on his mind to abide the traffic laws. Andrew's Dodge pulled up next to Craig's Jaguar. Craig led Andrew into the building and up a set of stairs. He led him down the hallway at the 6th floor, and opened a door. They appeared in Craig's apartment.[/I]

Righty-ho skip........ but may I suggest that you think up something for the loser and other non fighting members to do, because I'm sure whoever's not fighting will be bored as hell. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]Craig suddenly dropped down to his knee's as he turned, and sweeped Sabir's legs from under her. She managed to flip onto her hands, and then spring backwards back onto her feet, only to see Craig right in her face charging at her. She flew backwards, blobking her body as Craig pummeled at her with his fists only. He went to throw a bid left hook, but she shot up swiftly into the air. Craig gave chase, and sabir brought her arms forward, and fired a beam down at Craig. He dissapeared jsut as the beam was about to hit him, appearing to the side of it, as he continued to charge at Sabir. She fired another beam, and again he dissapeared, this time appearing to the right. As he appeared he shot a beam of his own, and Sabir dissapeared just as it was about to slam into her. Craig turned around and fired a beam, seemingly into nothingness. Sabir suddenly appeared in the path of the beam, but confidently dissapeared again as the beam was about to hit her. She appeared about a yard from Craig, and started pummeling him relentlessely. He was accurately blocking each attack, both fighters looking extremely impressive. Sabir drew her right leg back, and lunged it forward in a vicious kick. Craig gripped her leg with his right hand as it was inches from his face, and he grinned. Sabir twisted her leg around in his grip, and then threw her other leg into an enzigury. Craig ducked, releasing the grip from her other leg. She quickly turned to face him again, and he threw his left fist at her chest. She slapped his fist firmly away, and threw a punch at his head. He tilted his head to the side, avoiding the punch. Craig suddenly shipped his hand into Sabir's side, putting all his force into her kidneys. She leant to the side, gritting her teeth. She span suddenly and roundhouse kicked Craig in the shoulder. She knocked Craig into a spinning motion. He span round, and back handed her firmly in the jaw. Sabir plummted towards the arena, her body limp. She looked up at Craig, and extended her arm. She fired a beam, as she dissapeared. Craig zenzokened out of the way as the beam was about to hit him, landing on the floor of the arena. He looked about, his pitch black eyes, nothing in them but death, stared about the arena. Sabir suddenly appeared above him, and started throwing punches at him with excellent power and precision. Craig blocked each one, as she slowly started to force him into the arena floor itself. The arena floor started breaking apart under Craig's feet as he was droven into it, by Sabir's relentless attack. Suddenly he dissapeared, and Sabir looked around for him, while keeping her guard up. [/I]

name: Craig age: 17 race: Saiya-jin appearance: Brown hair like teen SSJ2 Gohan (When he fought Dabura). Hazel eyes, a white vest, black trousers with a chain coming from the front to the back. He has boots like Trunks, and fingerless gloves. bio: The only living descendant of Brolly. Craig is a very cold person, he likes to keep to himself, and has a personality much like Brolly's mixed with Vegeta's during the Cell saga.

*Claps at James' interpretation of my post* Psychic.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]Malon showed the three men upto the guest suite. She opened the door to their room, holding up a lantern, as she beckoned for them to enter. Zain walked in first, followed by Lymous, and then Ralvenar, who was staring about the walls, lost in thought. In the room were 4 beds, and two small windows with elegant silk drapes over them. Ralvenar's wolves followed him in, keeping very near to him, though they seemed very interested in sniffing the floor. Malon waiting until they were all inside, then she bode them a goodnight and left the room. Lymous leapt into his bed as if it were heaven to him. Zain slowly climbed into his bed and wrapped the blanket around him. Ralvenar stood by his, and just stared at it. The others soon noticed this. Zain: What's wrong Ralvenar........ something wrong with that bed? Ralvenar: No........ the bed's fine........ Zain: Well then what's wrong? Ralvenar: I've........... never slept in a bed before. My wolves always slept on the bed I had at my home........ *this was evident by the wolves climbing merrily onto the bed he was looking at* Lymous: Woah...... well I'd guess you'd better get used to sleeping in a bed now. Ralvenar: Yeah........... Ralvenar unstrapped his quiver and long bow, and layed them on the floor, the he took off his woolen shaul, before undoing the holster of his sword and putting that on the floor aswell. Then he climbed into the bed, and looked blankly at the ceiling until morning.[/I]

Okay....... that's enough people to start it up. I'll just use the two gangs I think, and if anyone else wants to join I'll put them into a group somehow. So, these are the groups: The Demos: Myself Majin Vegeta Super Saiyan Super Goku Sere Tuscumbia The Dracos: Shadow Gohan Spikey Final Flash Krillen Boba Fett Angelus Nacare

[I]A car pulled up outside a garage knoen as "The Scrap Heap". The engine cut out, and the door slowly opened. Out stepped a man in all black. Big black boots, a black T-shirt, a black trenchcoat, black sunglasses, and greased back hair. The man took a drag of his cigarette, and looked up at the garage, before throwing his cigarette to the floor, as he headed into the garage. The man looked about the garage. There were several cars lined up, all with their bonnets opened and various parts missing. In the back corner of the garage was a car covered in a white sheet. The man suddenly came upon a pair of legs sticking out from the bottom of a car. The man smiled, and approached the pair of legs. Switch: Looks like your exhaust is ruptured. The man under the car suddenly stopped what he was doing, and was completely motionless for a minute. Then he slid out from under the car. It revealed a muscular man in blue mechanic overall's. He had scruffy brown hair with a red bandana, that had several oil stains on it. The man got up and wiped his hands on a cloth. ???: What do you want? Switch: The boss has a job for you Scorpion. $100,000 if you win. Craig: So, what is it? Switch: A race....... 10 cars, 3 miles. Craig: What, a streetrace......... that's a bit too much prize money for a street race. Switch: Well...... it's not a street race technically. Craig put his hand on his forehead, and covered his eyes for a moment. He knew exactly what was coming. Craig: So........ what is it? Switch: Burnout. Craig: I knew it. So who else is racing? Switch: Oh, don't worry, most of the others aren't gang members....... infact you may be the only one. Craig smiled weakly, as he turned and walked towards the car at the back that had the shet over it. He stopped before it, and took a deep breath. He grabbed the cheet by one end, and pulled it off in an instant. Under the sheet was a perfectly polished Jaguer XJ-220, in a sliver metallic colour. Switch: It's a beautiful machine Scorpion........ and it's got a good driver. Craig: Looks like it's me and you again ay buddy? Craig then turned back to Switch....... and looked sternly at him. Craig: So, when is it? Switch: Tonight at 6........ out on the corner of St. Charles street. There's gonna be a lot of spectators. Craig: *Puffs* Alright.... I'm in. I gotta make a few calles now..... Switch: Alright Scorpion, I'll leave you to it. With that, Switch turned and walked briskly from the garage. Craig watched him until he got in his car and drove away. As soon as he was out of sight, Craig turned and punched the wall. Craig: Burnout............ damn.[/I]

I'm changing my character......... basically just to give him more of a Vincent feel to him. Hopefully most of you have played Marvel vs Capcom....... well, Craig looks just like Strider Hiryu off there.... ugh, if you haven't seen him I'll try to find a pic, if not I'll have to give a description. He also has Strider's weapon...... which is a sword like the Ultima Weapon, but it is shorter and thinner, and the inside is red instead of purple....... also, it has two handles, one in the normal position, and one sticking horizontally out of the normal handle. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Craig stood under the Highwind II for a bit, staring up at the cockpit. No particular expression was on his face. (well, you can't see his face from the nose down, because it's covered by a mask type thing). Andrew approached him. Andrew: Impresive isn't it? Craig: Not really............. Andrew: What do you mean not really?!? This is the most advanced aircraft there ever was..... and I helped build it! Craig: Yeah, well I'd rather take me father's opinion over yours, and he says the Highwind was always a place of dispair and sorrow.

James, the wolves belong to me, not Lymous. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]Ralvenar: I knew it......... Zain: What's wrong? Ralvenar: About 2 hours before I met you....... the winds changed. I knew something bad was happening, but I couldn't tell what it was. Now it seems that it was because our foes have increased in power. Lymous looked strangely at Ralvenar...... he had not encountered one of his kind before. Zain however, had some idea of his abilities. He was one with nature..... he could communicate with any animal, and also the trees, and in some cases, the weather. The trio carried on their journey. Ralvenar's wolves had took it upon themselves to collect a few bones from the stalfos corpses. They pranced along behind Ralvenar, happily gnawing on their bones. Ralvenar turned and smiled at them. The three men walked at a sloth's pace, their boots sinking and squelching in the thick mud, which had swallowed the usually elegant ground. After some time of walking, the towering walls of Lon-lon ranch stood proudly before them. Hope rose in the trio's hearts, as they walked up the grassy hill into the ranch. The howling winds and freezing rain blistered against them, ripping apart the grass as the mud was shot up from below. Soon they reached the top of the hill, and looked along the small path. There was a stable on the right, and a building on their left. Straight ahead, there was a large pen, where the horses were forced to brave the storm from. A few were huddled in the small shelter on the north side of the pen, but the others had no choice but to stand and let the weather attack them. Zain approached the door to the building, followed by Lymous. Ralvenar, however, walked slowly towards the pen, his eyes fixed upon one horse in particular. This horse was pitch black in colour, and was running around un saddled, like a rabid dog. Ralvenar tilted his head slightly, staring curiosly at the horse. Suddenly his attention was distracted by a banging on the door. He suddenly came to his senses, and looked to his left. Zain and Lymous were waiting patiently at the door. Ralvenar turned to face them, then glanced back at the horse, who was still acting crazily. He looked back at the men, and then went forward to join them at the door. [/I]