Swordsaint

Name: Jordan Age: 16 DOB: Aug. 26, 1987 Location: Mission MT One Word: Patient No, seriously. Describe yourself in one word: Loving Occupation: I wants to be a writer. Color: Dark blue Food: I either like the food or I don't, it's to hard to choose Beverage: Pepsi Alter Ego: don't have one either Dream Job: Adventuring swordsman Self-Proclaimed: Comedian Ethnicity: Native american, Spanish, incan(WAY back) Irish, scotish, norse(Vikings and all that) Extracurricular: Martial arts Hobby: Martial arts, writing, cooking, drawing, playstation Dessert: just about whatever Musician: Don't know his name Group: System of a down Mac or PC? PC Nics: Jordy, Swordsaint Blog: what? Home Page: Not yet Religion: former Christian, now an aethiest with mostly the same views on god, except less serious. Book: The Wayfarer Redemption Collections: Drawings, Final Fantasy. Won't Eat: Spinach TV Show: Anime, looney toons, Adult Swim Words to live by: Love is like fire, play with it and you get burned, respect, treat it right, and it'll keep you warm. Addicted to: Pepsi Comic: Calvin and Hobbes Movie: Too many to list.

Hmmm i wish a lot I were someone else, but I wonder why I want to be someone else too. I have a loving family, good friends, a girlfriend, and life ain't to bad. But I find myself wanting to be something else. Like, I dunno, something like an adventurer you know? I want to be a wandering swordsman or something like that. A comedic hero. I want to scale mountains, ride dragons through the clouds, with the sun shining down on my face. I want to journy with my comrades, faceing great dangers beside them. *sighs* Guess I'll be content, and come to terms with who and what I am. At least I can live those dreams through the Stories I write.

hmmm Swordsaint, well this one you kind of have to know me in person to understand, or believe. I'm really interested in Medieval stuff, especially swords. So I practice with wooden ones that I make, and after a while, I actually started to get decent at the whole thing. And I'm in general a very accepting easy going person, I do my best to be kind to everyone I meet. One day one of my friends happened to call me swordsaint and oddly enough it stuck. I have no clue why but it does. I don't exactly qualify to be a saint, I havn't performed three miracles. Though some of my friends think that the fact I'm still a virgin is a miracle, especially after hanging out with them for so long.

I was born Aug. 26 1987. I know I'm a Virgo, and was born on the year of the rabbit, but I'd like to hear what description you come up with for me, just to see how close you are. Me thinks it'll be fun.

Ryan shook his head, these demons would be hard to convince to repent. He sighed aloud "At least you fight to protect the mortal world for now..." Logan turned to him, his eyes alight with mockery. "Listen choir boy, I'm not fighting to protect the human world, I'm fighting to get these demonic fucks away from me." Ryan sighed again. Ariyel was sitting on the ground, her aura burned blood red with hatred and rage. Ryan stepped over to what remained of the pyrls corpses, and began performing the last rights for their departed souls. The three demons behind him winced the holy words spoken from the bible was like nails ona chalkboard painful for them. Ryan finished the sermon closing his bible. He turned to Ariyel, grinning slightly. "I do keep count by the way, 67 demons to my count. And 12 Human souls that worshipped them." His eyes turned sad at that. Iscariot chuckled quietly to himself. __________________________________________ OOC: Sorry, I'm having trouble thinking of what to type today...

OOC: sorry for the mess up earlier, I hadn't ben paying attention when I was posting *blushes* anywho... IC: Ryan sprinted over towards the demons. The Pyrl had it's flamming hand round his throat. He drew his sword and his flask, he pulled the stopper with his teeth. In seconds he was on top of them, driving his sword into it's back. In shock, it let go of Blakes throat, who fell back grasping at his burned neck. Ryan panted, the wound hurt him terribly, Slowly he poured the contents onto the pyrl, up and down it's body. It squealed in agony as the Holy water burned through her like Acid on paper. Finally, it moved no more, burning down to black ash. Ryan pulled his sword from the ground, looking all around for the other pyrl...

OOC: hehe Kit's gots a picture *does the happy dance* with amaya even! anywho...On with the show! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Kit winced as he ran, the pain was still there, and his head pounded, like he had just been smacked with Yuka's hammer of doom. He slowed his pace, Amaya slowed her pace with him. Kit urged her on. "Go on, I'll be fine." Amaya glared at Kit. "Like you were the last time you went of on your own?" Kit looked down, remembering what happened. Katana glanced back "I said to cut the mushy crap! He's getting away!" Amaya and Kit looked at each other, blushing slightly, before charging ahead at full speed. The others soon joined them, sprinting in from all directions. Their quarry fluttered ahead of them, never seeming to get farther or closer. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Short post, but I'm at school and short on time! *Does happy dance again, remembering to celebrate Kit's survival* WHEEE! :) :D

What's the evil guys name? will edit this next post, I'm not sure I f I missed it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Kit leaped from roof to roof, hunting for his prey. He landed on the roof of the police building, voices echoed out the window. Two of the voices sounded familiar. Kit leaned down peeking inside, Kenshin and Sano were arguing with the captain of police, he couldn't tell about what, but they were there. 'So Ken and Sano are alive...That's good.' Sitting up on the roof Kit glanced around, he hadn't seen a sign of his adversary the entire time. He spied a person wreathed in black, the mere sight of the person sent chills down Kit's spine. The man's presence seemed to unsettle the people around him, and they gave him a wide berth. Sweat trickled down Kit's face, slowly carefully he slunk over to the alley side wall, and climbed down. He jogged along, till he stood next to his target. The Figure had'nt even looke of to the side when he spoke. "I see you've picked up my trail Kit. How good of you to join me." Kit surpressed his fear and surprise, bolstering his courage he said: "Let's go over to the shintegumi park area." (Yes it's made up!) "But that's closed and devoid of people. Do you mean to fight me?" Kit looked at him for a moment. "Yes, I'll kill you before I let you Kill my friends." The guy laughed. "Very well young warrior, I commend your foolish courage." Together they walked to the Shintegumi park, it was dark, the lanterns were all put out, the trees seemed to move, alive in the shadows. The figure dropped his robe, reavealing his armor and weapons. "So it begins, all to plan..." In an instant Kit's katana was in his wand he rushed at the shadow, swinging his blade in intricate arcs and slashes, the person back-flipped over him, Kit spun around, making stalagmites grow up where the shadow landed. The shadow swung his Katana once, a gust of wind slice through the stalagmites, severing the points. He landed on the blunted tips. "Please Kit, tell me you can do more than that." He leapt down, hurling three shurikens at Kit. Kit's arm reflexively came up, knocking all three from the air. He focused on the shurikens so much, he never noticed the shadow rushing behind them, slicing into Kit's side with his blade. "You'll have to do much better before you can even Hope to have a shot at killing me." Kit whirled around, katana glimmereing in the moonlight. The shadow wasn't there. Amaya Sprinted through the city, trying desperately to find Kit. Kaz teleported just on the other side of the street, the rest jumped from roof to roof. Amaya stopped next to the Shintegumi park, she thought she had heard steel clashing on steel. 'Kit...please be okay...' She reached out for the others with her mind. 'Guys I think I found Kit! At the Shintegumi park!' She ran inside, in time to see the shadow slip behind Kit and Drive his katana through him. Blood sprayed from the wound, running down the blade and his clothes. Kit's eyes widened in shock, his head slowly turned towards Amaya, who stood shaking in Horror. Kit smiled weakly, the words that escaped his lips were almost inaudible. "I'm sorry..." The Katana was wrenched from his chest, he slumped to the grand with barely a noise. . The Shadow turned to her, grinning. "Your foolish friend fell into the trap easily, now there's no one to revive you when you die!" OOC: ooh what happens next? IS Kit really dead! find out next post...

I've got a question about this: How do you define what is wierd? What's normal in your community/society whatever, is going to be weird somewhere else, to somebody else, and the things they do are going to be just as strange and nonsensical to you. Who knows, maybe everybody's weird, but wouldn't it suck if everyone acted what we define as "Normal"?

While I love both cartoons for their comedic value Family guy wins, no contest there what so ever. "It seems today that all you see, is violence in movies, and sex on t.v." "But where are those good old family values..." "On which we used to rely" *Ping! can bounces off his head*

I'm sorry white mage...no...no it's not normal. But it's sure funny! *Giggles* Welcome to the club! :D * Sits in the corner of the padded cell with everyone else*

Like many of the people posting here, I'M THE WIERD ONE! *cackles maniacly at his evil HQ* But seriously I'm the wierd one, and oddly enough, It's the fact that I'm wierd that people like me. Most people say it's either because I'm nice, or I make them laugh. I think it's because of all those things, and the fact that I stand up for them when they need it most. Like anonymous source said. I can be one of the most loyal people you could ever be friends with. All I can say is: It makes no difference if your the "wierd one" in school, you just prove that your the individual, your not afraid to do things your way. Either that or you prove your insane, but that's fine to... *Glances closely at the computer* HEY! :) I'm at 100 Posts! WHOOHOO! *does the happy dance* haha! 100 posts!

Kit stoped running. Something wasn't right, the forest was quiet, to quiet. In the distance he heard yelling, it sounded like Katana. 'damn! I did'nt think she'd wake up so soon!' He sprinted towards the direction of the sound, the only sounds made were the soft patter of his feet touching the ground as he ran. Kit stopped dead in his tracks, A lone figure stood above katana's fallen form, blood trickling from a large wound in her back. The figure kicked her seemingly lifeless body, his words muffled. Kit shook with rage and pain, the figure left without further incident. Kit waited for a moment, to be sure the person left, before going over to katana. Slowly he pressed his hand to her back. "Katana? Katana...wake up." he shook her gently at first, then more fiercly as his frustration grew. Her face and hands were pale, and growing colder. Kit sat back, tears streaking his face. "Alright I'm supposed to be able to revive people. How?" He pressed his hands to her wound, focusing on it. 'maybe it's like controling earth...' he focused his energy into his hands, they tingled slightly, then a soft, warm light appeared. It calmed Kit, soothed him. Slowly, to Kit's joy, the wound began to close. Color went back into Katana's cheeks. Satisfied that she was restored Kit stood back, and focused on the ground around her. "I'm sorry to have to do this to you, If only you would have stayed asleep longer!" The earth around Katana rose up, encasing her, leaving only her head exposed. "Now, back to the matter at hand." Kit continued running towards Tokyo. The city grew larger the nearer he drew. Kit spied several gaurds at the main road into the city. 'sorry to have to do this to you guys.' small rocks rose up from the ground, perfectly rounded. The guards looked over curiously at first, then started to shout in alarm when the flew at them. "What? were under at!..." *thump thump, thump!* the three slumped to the ground. Smiling in disgust with himself, he started to climb the building as more gaurds came to investigate what happened at the road. When Kit ascended to the top of the building he looked to the sky, in the distance the sky was turning orange, but right above the city, it was a blackish purple color. 'I will stop him and save my friends,and Amaya. Even if it means my death! I just hope she;s not already here...' Kit began leaping from building to building, hunting for his shadow wreathed foe. __________________________________________ OOC: *Smiles* Hurry guys! Kit's convinced that he can save his friends, and he's already in tokyo to try and take on our mysterious foe, but we all know that to take him on 1on1 means death for Kit, especially now that he's used even more energy reviving Katana, and trapping her. Hurry! *Dances of stage singing "I left Katana in stone!" while jumping over the rock with katana's head sticking out of it.* HAHA! :D

OOC: sorry I'm late, comp. was down at home. Jacob's eyes scanned through the words on the new post. His eyes widened slightly at the words. "A hunter's been turned and they're trying to assist him!?" He was logged on as Thrasher601 on Hunter.net. "Where the hell are these fools at?" he scrolled down searching as quick as he could. He found it quickly. " Chicago? where in the same city then, but I need a specific adress." He typed quickly on the computer He looked up at the libraran, seeing she still sat at her desk he quickly typed his reply: Thrasher601 in the area. Will respond and support Immeadiately upon confirmation of your specific location. Contact me with this number. 1-403-878-5454 Jacob read the message. Satisfied he sent it to the hunter that had posted. He logged off, and left his computer, he picked up a few books on his way to the front desk, the title set in big golden letters: Vampire legends and folklore. Gently, he set them in front of the librarian. "Checking these books back in ma'am." the librarian looked a little stunned, but she smiled weakly. "My it's so nice to see a young man like yourself trying to change your way of life. I thought for a minute that you were one of those dreadful hooligans surfing the net for porn sights." Smiling he stepped away from the desk, and out the door. She jumped into his car and drove off into the steadily flowing stream of traffic. He checked over his guns, and his sword, he was probably going to need them real soon...

Lowering his weapons, Ryan tipped his hat to her as he stepped forward, extending his right hand. "Strong enough...Yes, I'll hold to the pact we make." The demon girl reached out her hand, grasping his firmly. "But the fact you remain unrepentant for your sins troubles me, forgiveness is still never beyond one, even the forsaken that burn in the pit. Mybe later you'll seek forgiveness." Smilling slightly, he released his grip on her hand, both their hands dropped. Both turned in unision to face Logan. Ryan's grin widened even more. "Doust though walk the path of the righteous, despite your bloodline, or will you aid those that do?" Logan stood silent for a moment then gave his answer... ______________________________________ OOC: sorrry if i mussed things up, I didn't see that there were 2 pages when I posted. SOrry!

Ryan's eyes grew wide with surprise. There were two more demonic presences! 'Christ almighty! Four demons all in the same area!' Ryan parried another slash at his throat. "Can't you demon bastards fight without having to gang up on a mortal?" His arm and blade slashed, making a cross, the creature jumped back growling with fury, looking back at the two others for a split second, then back at Ryan, his glare becoming all the more fierce, Like a cornered animal. Ryan grinned slightly. "They aren't with you, are they?" The two standing back stood there, watching the fight intently, both had a demonic feel to them, but something was slightly off. Both combatants rushed each other again, blades slashing and parrying expertly, each seeking the other's life. The demon slashed both daggers, Ryan sidestepped and his blade found home into the demons arm! Howling with pain as the blades blessing burned into his very being, he swung his arm savegly, burying the dagger into Ryan's shoulder. Blood fell from both like a water fall as they drew away from each other. Clutching his wounded arm, the demon fell back into the shadow's, eyeing Ryan evily, the words "Fuck you" escaped his lips before he vanished into them completely. Panting with the pain of the dagger wound, Ryan turned to face the other two. "So, what shall it be?" He raised his Sword "Face the wrath of heaven," He raised his left hand the cross hanging from it by it's cord. "or prove yourself repentant for any of your past sins, and embrace me as an ally?" He lowered both his arms, he felt tired from the wound. He couldn't fight them both, much less one, and he didn't have any holy water. "The choice is yours..."

Ryan looked around, his brow furrowing with concern. He continued walking down the dark alley, garbage littering the ground. His ears picked up cries of terror, and growing demonic power flooded his senses. "Lord, give me strength, for there are more than one foul beasts of hell lurking in the dark!" he sprinted, trying his best to find the people in the seemingly endless maze of buildings. He almost collided head on with a young girl. He grabbed hold of her, she screamed and fought to get free. "My child! My child! Calm yourself, I mean you no harm!" she continued screaming and struggling. "I'm a priest! Calm yourself my child I'm a priest!" Her screams died, her struggling stopped as Ryan pulled out his cross. She cried into his shoulder as he gently brushed the back of her hair. Gently pushing her back, he looked at her comfortingly. "Now my child, tell me, what could trouble you so?" The girl's eyes welled up with tears again as she recounted what had happened. Ryan turned slightly pale with rage. Demon's thought they could come to this world and slaughter the innocent at will? Not if he and God had anything to say about it. "My child, I want you to keep going that way, you'll come out to a bar, some policemen are there, they'll help." the girl nodded, still shaking from the horrific events that plauged her mind. She stood and ran down the alley, Ryan went the direction she had come. "Go with God My child." Ryan came upon the foul creature, looking slightly confused, the demon reeked of evil and blood. Two had been here, but the other vanished, using his fould black magics. The one that stayed behind began to destroy the bodies, Then he looke dright at the spot where Ryan sat watching. Knowing the demon had become aware of his presence, he drew his sword and cross and stood. "First you slaughter the innocent, to sat your vile appetite, now you defile their bodies to hide your dark deeds! Your kind do not belong here." Smirking the demon crouched low, like a lion thinking it was about to pounce on a mouse. "Run back to your church, choir boy God cannot save you here." Both warriors lunged at each other, Ryan swung thinking to inflict the divine wrath upon the foul beast. Two long curved, wicked Daggers flashed out of his shirt sleeves, parrying the ferocious blow. The second dagger came round, gleaming eagerly to sink into living flesh, to be bathed in blood. A silver cross caught the dagger. Both combatants leapt away, each knowing this fight would be tougher than they had first expected.

OOC: Sorry I'm late! Ryan leaned back in the chair, the stench of demon's wafted through the air. The bar was barely lit, he was sure the demon, smelled him here to, it was unavoidable. One a servent of Heaven, the other a lapdog of hell, they were drawn to another like magnets. Blessing him self, and uttering a prayer to god, he stood, staring straight at the lone figure at the corner table. The person's eyes started to glow red. Deftly, Ryan drew his shotgun and fired a slug into the beasts heart, blood splattered acrossed the table, other patrons started to run and scream. The demon let loose a hellish howl as he took on his true form. Holstering his gun, Ryan took hold of his Cross in his left hand, and drew his blessed sword with his right. The demon growled in it's gutteral language. "You picked the wrong demon to Fuck with, little man." The demon lashed out with it's clawed hand, Ryan jumped back, slashing the foul thing. The demon drew it's hand back, the wound sizzling. "A blessed weapon?" "That's right. Now return to the pit from whence ye came?" Ryan rushed the pained demon, slashing into it's arms and chest, finally slamming his cross over the things heart. "Thou hast no power here! I COMMAND THEE, BY THE POWER VESTED IN ME BY GOD IN HEAVEN, RETURN TO THE PIT!" a white light shone under the cross the demon flailed and screamed in agony as his body and soul were ripped from earth and cast back into hell. Ryan drew back his sword, and plunged it into the demons throat, silencing it. It's arms thrashed weakly, till finally they thrashed no more. Panting, and sweaty Ryan stepped back from the spot the demon had stood, only ashes remained now. Grabbing his hat, he sheathed his sword and drew his bible, uttering a prayer to keep the demon's from reappering here for a time. He left the now empty bar, and stepped into an alley before the sirens even came within earshot. -------------------------------------------------------------- PM if the language be to much.

Kit smiled slightly, with relief, worry still flooded through him. Would his friends, who have come to be so dear to him, really die? He couldn't risk it, he had to move now, while the group was tired. Kurumi let go of his arm. He looked down at her, his eyes tearing up slightly 'Even if they hate me for it, I'll keep them from harm!' "I'm sorry Kurumi, but I have to." he raised his arm and focused on the ground around her. She looked at him questioningly, then shrieked as the ground rose up, and closed around her body, leaving only her head exposed. "KIT! what the hell are you doing!" she shouted and struggled, Yuka was running over to see what had happened. Kit focused on the ground in front of her, a slab of earth and rock grew before her. He heared a muffled thump, and a quiet 'ouch'. Kit vaulted himself over the wall, Yuka sat on the ground, rubbing her head were she smacked it. "What was that for you jerk!" Kit ignored the comment, while he made the ground encase Yuka in stone, like he had done to Kurumi. He let the stone wall slide back down into the ground. Looking at both of the girls, and the two blissfully unaware on the ground, tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you die, not like that. I'm going to stop him myself, I can at least protect you with my own life." Before any of them could ask, he sprinted off, towards the city. The words "Forgive me." echoed in Yuka and Kurumi's ears. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Kan Kit really stop the shadow guy?(What's his name?) Will Yuka and Kurumi get free in time, to wake the others and help their distraught friend? Will Amaya arrive to help Kit, and figure out what the strange dreams mean? Find out on the next couple of exciting posts of- ROUROUNI KENSHIN: RIVER OF TIME!!!!!!!! :D

looks like fun...I'm in. Name: Jacob Cain Hunter name: Thrasher601 Age: 29 Hair: Long wavy, blue dyed, un-combed strands. (Hair's black Eyes: Frost blue (contacts, actually brown) Height: 6'3 wieght: 215 lbs. Creed: Avenger Weapons: a pair of modified 9mm's hang hidden within his armored jacket. They're modified with a built in supressor(sp?) and an extended clip (25 rds) A folded steel long Sword rides on his back, in a specially designed sheath. It hangs a little low, to help avoid it from being seen, but still just within reach. His jackets thickness helps cover it up as well. A simple 12-gauge sits underneath the backseat of his car, along with 6 wooden stakes. Edges: Cleave, Impact, Glare, Retribution, restore Apperance: Jacob stands tall and well muscled from the training exercises he takes. Intricate black tattoos dance acrossed his torso, around a vicious scar he recieved years ago, and down to his waist. His eyes seem to dance with a mysterious, knowing light, as if he sees more than the normal human would. He wears a large, heavy black jacket, layered with chainmail. He useually wears a black t-shirt, with white letters: "Death comes for all, I just decided to come for you next...", tucked into belted, Baggy, Navy blue cargo pants. His feet are covered with black, lightwieght boots. He also wear's steel greaves and armgaurds beneath his clothes. Black, fingerless gloves cover the pink scars striping his hands. Bio: Born and raised in Washington, U.S., Jacob lived the normal typical life, of a caucaisian/asian born boy, in the gang-war torn town of South park (No jokes please, it's an actual town in WA) where the only rules for survival were Kill or be killed. His parents were never home, never cared what happened, unless their stash was stolen. He failed horribly in school, constantly being thrown out for fighting. Eventually he gained respect from others when he snaped a gangsters neck in a street fight. His own gang grew around him in a matter of days. His rise to power, brought the other gangs down on him though, making his life one of constant bloodshed and paranoia. walkind down the streets, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone was following. Ready to dive and pull his gun as cars drove passed. When he wasn't fighting he was being tried(sp?) in court for assault, and murder, sending him several times to Juvie(sp?) Where, he he still fought and killed to survive. Imbuing: Jacob was Imbued when he was 19 at a shootout with a rival gang, the Fangs of Hell. Jacob and his gang pulle up to the house were the Fangs were based, a few snuck around to the back, most lined up in front of the house, and opened fire. The gunfire started and didn't end until the hous was riddled with bullets. Screams rang out through the night. One of his 'boys' rounded the corner, Terror distorting his now pale features. A figure clad in black, tackled him, biting into his neck. The person looked up from the bloody mess he feasted on, His eyes where glowing blue, blood ran down his deathly pale face, fangs had grown out of his canines. Instinct alone, drove Jacob to start firing into him, the rest of his gang followed suit. More of the deranged people burst out of the house, 7 in all. They swung their clawed hands once, and a man died screaming, blood spraying every where. Jacob ran backwards for his car, fireing as he went. Thinking quickly, he grabbed one of the molotoves they had made, and hurled it into the fray, setting fire to friend and foe alike, though most were already dead. The Vampires writhed and screamed as the flames consumed their bodies. They stumbled weakly towards Jacob. Jacob Fired shot after shot, till all fell to the ground. Disust painted his face as the smell of burning flesh wafted past his nose. He stepped over to one of the burning bodies and kicked it. It leapt up, dragging it's sharp, flaming claws up his chest. Jacob fell back, crying out in pain, he pulled up his gun, firing his last two bullets into the things face. It stopped moving, the fire and bullets had finally made death able to claim it. He heard sirens in the distance, but he didn't move. The scene of terror kept replaying through his mind for days, till he landed back in Juvie. There he searched through everything he could about the things that had slaughtered his gang. He discovered that they were vampires, and that discovery eventually led him to Hunter.net, where he learned that there were others like him, who had encountered and slain these beasts, and continued to do so. He resolved to clean himself up and join after he got out of Juvie, and he's been hunting the damned ever since.

OOC: I can explain Kit. He was traveling with ken and Sano. Then the shadow guy (can't remember his name.) trapped kit in darkness and taunted him/tortured his mind with his current wrost fear, then he took Kit to a spot on the road you guys are traveling on (Way ahead) to try and get him to stop you guys from reaching tokyo (Or is it kyoto?). I have no explenation fo Kaz. anyhow... ------------------------------------------------ Kit sighed sadly, watching the merry, albiet a bit crazy, group of friends. 'what do I do? did he really see the future? I don't want them to die, but, what ever he has planned has to be stopped!' He started as Kaz ran by screaming, Yuka followed closely behind, swinging her mallet wildly. Kit stood slowly, walking a little ways from the camp. He muttered to himself "Might as well practice my powers, no use using them by reflex." Kit stood, focusing on the ground, an intense fire burned in his eyes as his energy burned and welled up in his arms. He raised his hand, several large rocks came up out of the ground. With a thought he hurled them through the trees, shattering them. Yuka and Katana Jumped from the bushes, each had their weapons drawn, each looked ready for battle. "What was that noise are you ak?" Kit grinned slightly, despite all his worries. "Yeah...I'm just practicing my newfound power." Both girls relaxed, heading back to the camp. after they had left Kit turned back, continuing his training.

OOC: Dang, I have to try and get online more often, I'm falling way behind! Rygar shook his head in amazement. 'Where's horses come from! Who are these people? I better track them, they could mean trouble for the town.' Rygar followed the four riders as fast as he could through the forest. 'At least they can't move as fast in the forest, or I'd never keep up!" he thought. Rygar got a better look at who he was pursuing, three appeared to be human, the last looked like a cat person from his distance. The cat-demon had a strange look on her face as she sniffed in the air. Rygar heard the whine of a shock riffle being charged behind him. A mechanical voice droaned out. "Drop your weapons, and turn around, slowly, Rygar No. 566783 Class-D. You will lead me to the towns that you humans have populated." Rygar tensed as he turned around slowly, a massive cyborg stood behind him, it's muscular pink flesh artistically cut away in some spots, reavealing what it was instantly. It's red eyes seemed to glow with hatred. "Drop your weapons, you have 5 seconds to comply."

Well, my first date's coming up. I was thinking of asking my girlfriend to prom, and have a great night of fun and dancing. *Grins* then I think I'll take her out to dinner. I'm not sure but I'm thinking it'll work out great! Like Fatty_McGee, anyone out there with dating tips for newbies like us?

Sweet...demon and humans goin at it again, I love it! I think this mix could use a human. Name: Ryan Aldrow ' The Slayer Priest' Age: 27 Gender: Male Description: Stands tall at 6'5, he has short cut, white hair, and steel colored eyes. His skin is tanned, and striped(sp?) with pink scars along his torso and arms. He wears a long black coat, and cargo pants. He wears a black shirt with white letters "I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me, and hast blessed me with a big gun." A large silver cross hangs around his neck. on his right side, he carries a simple looking Long sword, with only a simple cross adorning it. on his left is a sawed off twelve gauge, along with his most prized possesion, a bible. Bio: Grew up in the U.S., he believed that vampires and demons were things of fiction that were only seen in the movies being blown appart by some gutsy guy with a ruined life. That is until a vampire had kidnaped him, planning to sacrifice him to open the gates of the chaos realm. He was saved by a group of hunters from the vatican. The whole thing made him believe that there was a heaven and hell. When he turned 19, he traveled to rome to become a Priest and a slayer, in the service of god and mankind. Personality: He's kind to the innocent, and dispenses Heavens wrath upon the wicked. He quotes passages from the bible while in battle. He slays any that are in leauge with the chaos realm, human and demon alike. But if a demon were to prove he fought for earth, to save humanity, he'd stand by their side regardless of their parentage. After all, none are beyond redemption. Species: Human Realm: Earth Weapons: Long sword- this blade is normal in appearance, but for those of evil, it has an extra bite. It was blessed, and dipped in holy water, so that enemies of heaven and earth may feel the the power of the faithful. 12 gauge- A normal, sawed off 12 gauge, loaded with explosive slugs, with crosses carved into them. Faith- Using the power of his devout faith in god, Ryan can bless normal water and make it into a weapon for use against the vampires and their foul Kin.

Me? I wanna be a writer, I've even started writing my own book! People say I'm talented at it, and I love to write, so, why not? But If that doesn't work out either, I could always become an artist. Eh...who knows what the future holds, maybe I'll end up as a Chipendale(sp?) instead...