Drizzt Do'urden

Dean squeezed Calil's hand and smiled, it seemed that she was letting her guard down with him a bit. Though it was easy to tell she was uneasy, she seemed almost happy in a way. He'd thought that even if he'd helped her be a bit happier in this life, then even if she never told him the feelings she shared he'd be okay with it. "Dunan come here a second." Dean motioned Dunan too him. As soon as he was in reaching distance he flipped him hard on the nose. "Oww, what the hell was that for?" Dunan rubbed his nose as he protested. "You do realize that a bite from a werewolf IS fatal to vampires eh? I'd thought you and Dawner were going to be a big more inconspicuous then THAT!" He pointed with his free hand at the fire that was now buring wildly in front of them. "Oh that's okay, Dawner can put that out." His smile faded as he looked at Dawner shaking his head. "Sorry Dean, I got a bit carried away." Dawner apologized sincerly. "Dunan can do whatever he wants for all I care. But you should be able to control yourself Dawnie...Now we need to think of a backup plan really quick now." "Perhaps I can help Dean." Draco spoke up for the first time since Karyn killed the werewolf. "Most of these running around are fresh bloods, only recentally turned and don't know anything but killing and eating. Maybe if I was to draw their attention away the rest of you could get away. I doubt they could catch me." Dean let go of Calil's hand and reached up putting his hands on Draco's shoulder. "I like your idea Draco, but I'm going to modify it. Karyn and I are going to draw them off." Draco's eyes were instantally filled with Rage at the thought of Karyn going through everything. "Listen, I have my reasons for this. I want you to promise me you'll keep track of everybody else, especially you know who," Dean motioned his head towards Dunan "keep everybody alive you're going to get a few stragglers, but the bulk of them will be after us. Get them all to Harrington's bar, a friend will be meeting up with you there soon. Good luck buddy." Dean turned and sprinted towards a small path leading close to the fire. Without a word Karyn followed close behind. "Common Karyn if we're going to catch one of these bad boys we're going to have to be quick." "Catch them...umm there's only two of us and like a million of them. How are we going to do that." Dean smiled and looked back at her. "Very carefully, first we have to draw their attention though. Any ideas?"

[quote name='Botar15']Are you opposed to have a bounty on you're head? Or would you rather team up with me later?[/quote] No I'm not opposed, just leery :shifty:. I'll get with you about our characters Botar

"Kris!" Lance shouted and started running, gun raised ready to shoot. Jamel beat him too it though, firing two shots in succession, one shot hitting its mark in the beasts thigh, the other missing it's head slightly. Lance wheeled around holding up his hand. "You're going to kill him. Hang on a second..." Lance grabbed a fire extinguisher from a wall and slid it into the beasts side, firing just as it reached the beat. A resounding boom echoed throughout the hall, as the compressed gas erupted from its container. Once Lance got close he put two bullets straight into the things brain... The thing hissed and lept up into the heating vent, scurrying away until everything was quiet again. Reaching the door Lance ripped it open only to see a cowering Kris inside. "What the hell was that thing?" Kris turned slowly and made his way out, peeking around corners until he realized the thing was gone for now. "I...I'm not sure. The virus shouldn't have caused mutations like that, but that's for sure what that was." That was when Kris noticed the rest of the group for the first time. A ragtag group by all accounts, but they made up the survivors of Racoon city, probably all that was left. He immediateally keyed on the S.T.A.R.S. member...Draco something or other, he'd seen him around before. But the special forces guys were their own breed, and didn't associate with the "regular" guys. [I]"We're the only two that have enough heat to protect these guys." [/I]Lance thought to himself, looks like it was time to see how "special" those S.T.A.R.S. guys were.

[B]OOC: [/B]Sorry about my delay in getting this going, I've had a REALLY busy weekend... Dean looked around as the Dunan entered the basement, marking the last member of the team to enter the basement. "Dean, I took the liberty of sending a letter to a dear friend about Holdren. She's going to do some checking into local occult activity so we can try and get a bead on him." Dean couldn't hide the fact that he was shocked, but he did hold back a thank you. Truth be told he was happy to have another pair of eyes keeping watch, but at the same time he didn't like somebody he didn't know prying into the teams business. All he could muster was a nod at the time... "So what the hell is this thing?" Calil pointed out the giant pentagram on the floor, a single burning candle at each point. Dean started motioning everybody to the points as he spoke. "This device is similar to thew communication pendants we wore last mission. They, however, were only made for communication, this baby is going to amplify Sile's power to a point in which she can teleport us without killing herself. Knowing the drill, the team stood silenly while Sile began chanting. Just like the day prior she spoke the same, her voice growing louder until it echoed off the basement walls... When Dean opened his eyes the team was inside a field. He was at once amazed by the green in the grass...however the beauty was short lived. Almost at once a set of low growls was heard all around the team. It was hard to discern how many for sure, but it was easy to tell what they were. Apparently they'd landed in the middle of a hunting ground, and only being the 3rd day of this lunar cycle, these were most likely freshly turned wolves that didn't have any trace of humanity left in them. Though the number was probably going to be tough to tell... "Looks like we get to start sooner then planned guys." Dean said drawing his sword out... The first wolf burst through the trees and made a V-line for Karyn...starting sooner indeed.

I hang my cell up, Korey was taking it as rough as could be expected. I'd thought about telling him to be safe, and to get out of old town before the girls decided he was in their way. Afterall, the girls in old town were the law. They solved their own problems, and did it hard. They had more guns then most mafia familes, and weren't afraid to die. But Korey knew all that, anybody who survived the force for any amount of time knew that. I decide to go pay a visit to Lanny, my local snitch. 5 years prior I put him on my payroll...rather I keep his sorry ass in business and let him peddle his shit to the high rollers who enter Old Town. I'm still not sure how he hasn't been put down yet, Madam X and the other big name mamasans charge out the ying yang for weed and other...pick me ups. Had to be hard to resist, sometimes the girls would tell johns straight up that if they didn't by the shit they were peddling they'd get no play, even after they'd already payed for it. That's why I'm surprised Lanny's still alive. He peddles the same quality shit for half the price, that way John's get lit up before they go, or take it themselves. ---------------------------------------------------- I pull up at Lanny's, the lights were all on as usual. The kid had security that would make you think Fort Knox had reached it's max and they were using this as a secondary holding facility. I walk up to the button and ring, knowing its me from his camera's Lanny answers almost instantly. "What do you want Do'urden? You know I don't like you coming here. Call me on my secondary line and we'll figure out a place." I'm not sure why he bothers to play this game, he knows I'm getting in there, and getting in there now. "Oh...well I guess this dead girl in Old town doesn't worry you then huh? The girls paying people to snoop around, it'd be just horrible if info floated down about your little operation here. How much would you lose if even one of the madams decided you collect on what you're taking from them? Hmm doesn't matter to you though does it? Guess you don't want my help." I turn as if I'm going to leave, but as quick as I turned around, the buzzer sounded and the door unlocked. The walk up the 3 flights wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the smell. Vomit, a hundred different kinds of smoke, blood, all these smells invaded your senses as you went in. Lanny wasn't much of a housekeeper, and it was hard to tell how many people OD'd on their shit even before they got out of Lanny's. The stupid fuck just called a "cleaner" to get rid of the body, he didn't give a shit about anything else. Lanny was a big man, and I don't mean muscle. He never left the building, and it showed. He weighed at least 400 lbs, and rarely even sat up except to eat. "So what do you want Do'urden? Or should I say Dead'orden?" The joke didn't have the...amusement factor he'd wanted. "Word is, somebodie's been poking around, asking questions about you. Somebody who wants you dead. That info comes free, if you want to know anything else it'll cost you." I slide a chair across from him, sit down and stare into his big eyes. "Not interested, what I am interested in is info on a girl." Lanny sigh's just enough to piss me off. I pull my hammer out of my shoulder holster, a custom .45 mag revolver named her Jemma after my ex-wife, another fire-breathing bitch of death. "I told you before, I don't know nothing about no little girl named Sarah. All I now is what you've told me. She went missing from High Town, and that's all I know." I whip him in the face with my pistol, not hard enough to knock him out, but hard enough for him to know I'm not fucking around. "I'm talking about the whore killed down in old town you stupid fuck. A cop's daughter, and I'm serious as fuck. If you don't tell me what you know I'm going to call him to come down here. He's a straight shooter too, well I'm sure he'll make an exception for your pudgy ass, probably put a bullet in your head. Trust me, I'll have seen your fat ass put up a struggle too." He closes his eyes and sighs again, apparently there is more to this then just a dead hooker...

Wow...I leave for one day and everybody wants to kill me...

I guess I'm not to sure if we're waiting on a gameplan or just supposed to run amok?

I haven't seen him on in awhile...Hope everything's okay.

Like I told you in my PM, my pokemon info is a little dated, let me know if I need to change anything. [B]Character Name[/B]: John Kultz [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Class[/B]: Researcher [B]Age:[/B] 20 [B]Starter Pokemon[/B]: Oddish [B]Second Pokemon:[/B] Poliwag [B]Pokemon Nickname[/B]: Oddie [B]Personality:[/B] John loves Pokemon, though he regretfully started out later in life then most, he strives to learn everything and anything about them. He believes man/pokemon should work side by side, and no pokemon should be forced into servitude. [B]Appearance:[/B] John stands 6'2 and has a beefy frame. He has short dark hair, and ice blue eyes. People often write him off as being "Big and Dumb" before they get to kno whim. [B]History:[/B] John had started training pokemon when he was 13, much later then most. As he struggled with choosing between different types of pokemon, he decided that he'd never make a good trainer since he loved them all and couldn't choose a "specialty". He then decided that collecting would be a better field for him. That way he could make his name by supporting trainers, collecting the strongest pokemon, and get to share his love of pokemon with the world [B]RP Example[/B]: "Oddish, I choose you" John shouts as he tosses the pokeball into the ground. "Oddish, use sweet scent." "Now I've got you!" John reached for his empty pokeball, only to find that he'd forgotten it. "That's okay, who needs it." John dove on top of the Poliwag who was still enthralled by Oddish's sweet scent attack. John woke up several hours later to Oddish and Poliwag laying next to him. As he rubbed his head, he had the vaugest memory of being launched by Poliwag's Water spout attack. "Sorry for trying to capture you like that Poliwag." "Polly Polly" "Gosh I hope that means you want to come with me and not "get away or I'll use water spout again" [B]Would you like your character drawn[/B]?: Sure [B]Do you have an image of what your character is based to look like?[/B]: Nope

"Drop it!" Lance shouted as he stepped out from behind Jamel. He'd been tailing him until he finally saw him steal something. Turning Jamel didn't raise up his gun, or lift his hands in protest. "Are you F****n serious man? I didn't do nothin!" "I just saw you loot from the high school, and followed you here to the junior high. You took the toaster and put it in your...where's your bag?" "Man I told you I didn't do nothin" Jamel held both his hands up to show he wasn't holding anything, well anything besides his gun." "Well I'm taking you in anyways so put the gun down or I'll" Lance suddenly cut loose a bullet that whizzed past Jamel's ear and into the forehead of a bloody student. Her school uniform slightly ripped, where the monster that turned her clawed her. Jamel hadn't seen that part, just the flash and the bullet whizzing by his head. "Fine man you win!" He dropped to the ground and slid his weapon over to Lance. "Do what you want, god you didn't have to f***in shoot. Damn, F***in cops" Lance smiled as he thought how easy it would be, just cuff Jamel and walk...He looked back up to where he'd just killed the school girl. Apparently the shot had alerted the others to a possible meal. "Jamel...get up." Lance bent down and picked up the 9mm Jamel had, it felt light. Probably only a few shots to go. "Make up your damn mind, do you want me up or...oh shit!" The way his eyes grew, told Lance there was somemore of them creeping behind him. Lance tossed Jamel his weapon "Turn around and shoot!" As soon as Jamel caught his gun he spun around. "We need to make a hole." Shots started ringing out. It was easy to score head shots in this close quarter. So six shots each and they were out into the next room. Lance held out a clip to Jamel, "Here, take this. You're going to help me get out of here, and then we're taking you in got it!?" Jamel took the clip, and loaded it. Lance looked at him, he didn't grow up in Racoon city, and therefore hadn't gone to school here. "So uhh...which way do we go?"

[quote name='nezzyjean']That's completely different than an 18 year old viewing pictures of his 16 year old girlfriend. That's the equivalent of a senior & a sophomore in highschool exchanging racy pictures, while you're talking about a 14 & 27 year old, which is the equivalent of an 8th grader and a full grown adult...which is much more perverse than the former. [/quote] You just repeated his whole post and turned it around like he was comparing the two. He said that he didn't find it wrong that a 18 year old and a 16 year old have a relationship... That's really all I had to say, attack a pointless post with a pointless post.

Hope your ready for Black theif to meet white Cop Bot man Name: Lance Crawford Age: 24 Occupation: Street Cop Starting point: Racoon High School Infection Status: - Biography: lance had been tailing a notorious theif, Jamel Ashton, and followed him to a local high school...and then to the junior high... Before that though Lance joined the academy fresh out of high school. His scores were high enough to get him a shot at joining STARS, but instead he elected to stick around. Before everything went to hell he was an aspiring detective, and only two days away from the next detective exams.

I'm currently starting a book called [B]Devil in the White City[/B] by Eric Lawson. It's a historical non-fiction book in which Lawson combines the 1893 Columbian Exposition (1893 Worlds Fair) with the serial killer...oh it's killing me Philidelphia...Holmes...can't remember his first name.

Well I'm going to have to throw this out there. Whether you have sexual education in schools or not, kids ARE still going to have sex. Ever talk to anyone from the 60's and 70's about sex? Everybody was having it, and it was mostly unprotected. At least nowadays teaching people to properly put on condoms may descensitize them enough to make sure they use them... As far as this goes, this guy doesn't deserve to be labled a sex offender, but he does deserve fines and probation Age of consent is for sex NOT for pornography, so that particular law does not apply. Either way, if a boy or girl is under the age of 18 they are legaly incompetant to make their own decisions. Of course they are physically, and many of them are mentally, but the majority are not (case in point). If they're together and wanted to do this kind've stuff, the guy shouldn't have been bragging to his friends in the first place.

[quote name='Mr. Maul'][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=1][COLOR=dimgray]If you value my opinion at all, watch the last two [B]Batman[/B] movies that were made.[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] [/quote] Really every batman besides [B]Batman and Robin[/B] was worth watching... The first two were good movies, and yes the last two were really good. Christian bale is an outstanding batman. He's set himself above the others, he's now even more known as batman then Adam West... Probably because us old guys and gals are the only ones who've actually seen the old batman show.

There are so many types of poems, how you write yours is really up to you. The rhyming scheme you're using is good, and if it works for you that's great. But remember a good poem doesn't have to rhyme like that, though I'm not taking away from yours. Heck my first, and only, hack at poetry is what you see in my sig. I followed the same way you did, but the best poetry I've read follows different schemes. I can't give you advice other then to look at other poets poems and find your "niche". But that's what's great about poetry, you're never [I]really[/I] wrong. Whatever you find and enjoy is right by you. I enjoyed reading it

Dean looked around at the crowd in the kitchen, they'd all come together. He couldn't help feel a pain in his chest when he realized that it was all planned out by somebody other then them... "Okay guys, it's time to get rolling. Dawner will you run up and get Dunan and any other stragglers and meet us in the living area?" Dawner nodded, rose to his feet and walked out while the rest followed Dean. As everyone took their seats Dean nodded to Sile who stood over a gobblet ordained with demons slaughtering humans and throwing them up and over the rim of the cup. While Sile prepared Dean started... "Dunan, while I appreciate your offer of using your nightclub for info. We cannot ignore the people being slaughterd by the werewolves. They're our top priority." "Dean do you have the dagger?" Sile bumped in. Dean withdrew a short dagger, the blade was bone carved down into a serated edge. The handle was infact the rest of the bone, it revealed that the handle was the hand. The bones in the wrist made the crosspiece. And one of the forearm bones were carved into the sickening blade... Everybody had seen this ritual before, everyone except Dunan who was watching, incredibly engaged by the act. "You know this is probably just a trap don't you Dean? We could stop at my nightclub and find some clue to fighting Holdren, or even what he is." Dunan didn't take his eyes of Sile, who was mumbling "We don't need to worry about Holdren on this one. You see I know for a fact that he won't be there, Oh and if what he is is what you were looking for. He's a human psychic possessed by one of hell's generals...Azreil" Sile's chanting grew louder, and Dean broke from his lecture to go stand by her. Everybody looked away, except for Dunan who was still entrhalled, as Sile dug the dagger deap into her hand. The blood ran freely, and soon a whole pint had filled the cup. Dean took a white cloth off the end table and wrapped Sile's hand. "This, you see, is our second test as a team." "Test? What do you mean test? Is my dad there or what?" Dawner broke in, Dean felt bad almost forgetting how he was feeling. "Not a test by my doings Dawnie, but Holdren's. You see he's been working on creating a new army for hell. The first step is to find a capable squad of commanding. Malachai, Karyn's father, and myself were all choosen to lead. A team of vampires, a team of werewolves, and a team of "misfits"." "What are you saying Dean? That we didn't come together by chance?" Sile was sitting there holding her hand in pain, but the cloth was helping. "I'm saying that this started a long time ago. I'd even venture that Malachai killing your sire was no coincidence Dunan. We are a team of misplaced "creatures" who were supposed to unwittingly set about the end of the world, and then lead it to it's ultimate demise." "I don't think I like this game, can't we just play checkers?" Karyn chimed in drawing nervous laughter from around the room. "Unfortunetly he hit on my one weakspot, well all of ours, he knows how I feel about humans. How I feel the need to help them, so I am going to throw him a curveball though. Any of you who don't want to join me have the option of staying. I'm not forcing anybody to come. In one hour Sile's going to send us there. Meet me in the basement if you're going..." "Wait, feel about humans? You're human." Dunan said as they all rose to their feet. "Besides, Sile won't be ready to go, that's a lot of blood." Dean grabbed the goblet, filled to the brim with the thick red blood Sile had given up for him. "First off I lost the priveledge of being human long ago, and I think Sile will be ready." Dean felt sick as he brought the cup to his lips, the wanted to vomit at the sickening sweet taste. He wanted nothing more then to wipe the blood trickling down his face, but the burning was always more then he could take. The blood burned his insides, then his muscles, his head. He broke out into a sweat and nearly toppled over, finally he stood with a resounding roar, and then it was over. "I still don't see how Sile is going..." Dunan trailed off as he looked at Sile, waving at him. The cut completly gone... "You shouldn't assume things Dunan." Sile smiled and turned to leave. "Sile, thank you." Dean called to her as she walked out of the room. The turned and nodded...something was up with her. [B]OOC:[/B] Sorry for the lengthy post...another lengthy post would probably be better. Last minute prep and it'll be time to go. I meant what I said, if anybody doesn't want to come they don't have to. If you're interested in another...dangerous job PM me.

Well it looks like Shy's the winner on this one, sorry Tetra but there will be other chances. What i think we should do now is here from Shy about his basic idea for the RP. Where it's going to be at and things like that. Then from there we can all begin debating on what we like and don't like... If anybody has another way they think would be better feel free to voice it.

hmm when I read your prologe I thought you were going in a WAY different direction, which I'm sure you'd planned. I'm so glad you led with something other then this chapter, nothing personal, but if you would've started with this first chapter it would've been written off as cliche'd quickly. As far as the chapter length goes, you did a good job with it. It wasn't too long by anymeans, in reality it was just about the perfect length (in my opionion of course.) You do a good job of writing in the first person, one of the reasons i'm going to be sticking with it. I'm interested in reading more of this, so keep it coming. Oh and if you're new to the boards don't fret if a lot of people don't comment. It doesn't mean they aren't reading...

Now I'm going to go ahead and assume that everyone else wanted to vote for Shy's (not fair I know but people are slacking) If I don't here from at least 4-5 people regarding this I'm going to go ahead and call this a bust...sadly. Or start booting people, probably the ladder first.

[quote name='chibi-master'] Okay, having a sister who loses their phone in the middle of friggin' Disneyworld is a pain...:animestun (We still can't find it!)[/quote] Well...I've thought and thought and thought etc of a comment to make about this... Frankly though I'm appauled that you're on here talking about it and not karate kicking your sister up and down space mountain.

"What a peculiar way to exit a room?" Dean shurged and turned back to Dawner. "Your father was in the dream you say?" Dawner had just finished explaining everything when Dunan popped in, and then Draco seconds after. "You don't seem very surprised Dean." Dunan stated somewhat suspiciously. "Well frankly I'm not, it looks like I'm going to have to explain everything earlier then I'd hoped." Dean trailed off putting his hand on his chin, lost in thought. "What's going on Dean? Why would my father be running around leading a pack of wolves!?" Dean felt for Dawner, he'd always been close with Dawnie. Him hurting tugged at Dean's heartstrings harder then almost anything had... "Listen, I'll explain everything. But this just changed our mission BIG time. Do me a favor, we all need to get ready to go. I've heard so banging around, so more then just us are up and at them. Bang on doors while you're heading back to your room, wake everybody up and tell them to meet in the living area in 20 minutes. I promise most of your questions will be answered then." Dunan didn't back away, instead he walked up to Dean. His face inches away, baring his fangs. "You'll explain NOW! I won't have Dawner freaking out anymore. Don't you care about how he's feeling!?" Dean didn't back in inch, instead he places his forehead on Dunan's. "First of all, you need to study your foe better before trying to intimidate them. Trust me, I've killed stronger. Secondally I know you care for Dawner, but you're only acting on your emotions. Dawnie is everybit as important to me as he is you, but everybody needs to hear this information because Dawner's dad is just a pawn as we've all been up to this point. So again I ask you to wake everyone up on your way back, or you can leave. Now if you want to help Dawner, trust me." Dunan stared into Dean's eyes, he was angry because of Dawner. He was angry that Dean possibly had the solution and wouldn't give it to him. For another minute the two stared each other down, Dean wouldn't budge. Dunan had seemed to ridicule him from the start, and if it came to it Dean would strike him down...or at least try. Finally Dawner grabbed Dunan. "Dunan, let it go. Dean would tell me if he'd thought it'd help me. But the truth is until I see for myself nothing he'll say can really help. And he knows that. Let's go." Dean grimaced as Dunan slammed the door when they left, it was obviously going to need repaired now...

Well I must say I'm intrigued, so you did your job with your intro there. I very much do want to know where/when/what is happening. I'm going to hold my criticisms until I see a chapter, because frankly there isn't much to criticize.

I've only seen an episode or two of the flying circus *holds hands up in defense*. I'm one of those who's watched [I]The Holy Grail[/I] and [I]Meaning of Life[/I] too many times to count. Specifically the [I]Holy Grail[/I] "Knights who say NI, UNITE!"...

[COLOR=red][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Name: Auron[/FONT][/COLOR] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Age:120[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Birth age(Age you were turned): 25[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Appearance: I'll get a picture up, but for the time being... Auron was a military man before he was turned and therefore keeps his jet black hair neatly trimmed in the style he had during that time. He stands 6'3" 210 lbs supporting a muscular frame. His eyes are a constant ice blue color, unlike the red most of his other counterparts support.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Gender: Male[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Weapon: Auron perfers to use his "falcon" blade, a blade made for him by one of the leaders of his clan. It is a long, thin scimitar, but there is a large bur that sticks from the top of the blade. That way when the blade is plunged in, it tends to hook into an internal organ, dragging it out or ripping through it when the blade is withdrawn. He also keeps an 8 inch dirk in a sheath on his belt.[/COLOR][/FONT] [FONT=Comic Sans MS][COLOR=red]Personality: Very optimistic about the truce with the werewolves, and about life itself. He hopes that one day the two species will be able to live as one along the earth. His optimistism sometimes makes him seem more "childish" then some others, and he tends to play the part for a laugh from time to time.[/COLOR][/FONT] EDIT: I'm thinking about sticking to the red for the duration of the story, will anybody tell me if they have any trouble reading it?