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Lance got off his knees. He had been poking around the window for awhile. He held up a scrap of clothing. "All I could find. Piece of a coat or something." Raven stared at it for awhile. "Not much to go on..." A small tremor shook the building. Everyone stared at Lance. "Sorry! I...lost control. I..." He slumped forward. The tremor died down. "Keep a grip Lance. We'll find her." Lance nodded. He went into his office and pulled on his trenchcoat, holstering not only his Orbo gun, but a silver revolver. He had never used it, never needed to. Until now. He loaded it with six bullets, then twirled the chamber shut. "Lets find our friend."

Very nice all around folks. Im leaving on vacation for the week :cool: . The moment I get back, I'll start the RPG. Sign ups will remain open for the week. Sorry for any inconvenience my leaving might cause. I'll send PMs to everyone who signed up.

((This idea was sparked by Real Bout Highschool, so no one get mad at me!)) Welcome to Knockdown High. A boarding school deep in the mountains. Here, the kids do not learn about english or math. They learn how to fight. The students tend to have violent tendencies that their parents couldnt handle. So they shipped them off to this school. Now, having become skilled swordsmen and hand to hand, the students have begun to look forward to the one thing that promises graduation from Knockdown. The annual Combat Trials. Held at the end of four years, anyone who enters and wins is graduated. However, this year is different. Several foreign students have been transferred to Knockdown, and they've been causing more trouble then usual. ((Alright. That about covers the history. Your a student at knockdown for whatever reason. You either live in the west dorm (martial arts) east dorm (sword play) north dorm (staff training) or the south dorm (wrestling). For the most part, your characters will train, fight, fall in love, whatever. I'll throw in plot twists here and there. Near the end of the RP, the Trials will begin. You can also be one of the foreign students (basically looking for trouble around every turn) Please, dont sign up if you dont plan on posting. Name: Age: (Anywhere between 15-24) Gender: Appearance: (picture or description) Dorm: (north, south, east, west) Bio: (Why you came to Knockdown) Personality: --------------------- Name: Tom Odaka Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: See attached pic Dorm: East Bio: After getting caught in a huge riot, he was sent to Knockdown to help his anger. Though an excellent swordsman, he's one of the few students who wont start the fights but sure as hell will finish it. He takes training very seriously, and is rarely seen slacking off. Wields a bastard sword. Personality: Very bad temper control. Usually very serious about his training. Always keeps his word, no matter what.

Im a 15 year old male kick boxer from Huntington Beach, California. Regardless of the kickboxing part, I am EXTREMELY clumsy. Rather big as well. I have the habits of a bull in a china shop. Just trying to pass school, and not doing that well :( Oh, Im also never serious, which tends to get on other people's nerves. Other then that, Im pretty uninteresting.

Lance walked into his office, staring at the paperwork. He heaved a sigh. "Man..." He placed his gun on his desk and picked up a pencil. He always used a pencil, knowing how much Alex hated it. He stared at the papers. He leaned back, cracking his spine. And stared at the papers. He chewed on a donut thoughtfully. He made a mark, then collapsed onto his desk in boredom. He stared at the clock. "....tick...tock...tick...tock..." He muttered. Standing up, he made his way to the door. Then back, throwing a few punches in the air. Shaking his head, he sat back down. He began to fill out the papers. He rubbed his eyes. [I]This is gonna take me forever![/I] Leaning back in his chair, he began to see how many times he could bounce his pencil against the wall while singing softly before someone came and told him to shut up and get to work.

My problem usually is consistancy. I can draw a fantastic picture, but I will never be able to draw it again. I have many different weak points. Mostly hands and folds. Plus, I have really shaky hands (my own), so my lines tend to look wierd, and makes inking a freaking pain in the ***. But mostly hands and folds. Im teaching myself to overcome that problem though, and have gotten better at the hands. As for folds... :nope:

You may want to expand you story next time. Anyways. name: Hyrikos age: 23 gender: Male race: Crossbreed appearance: See attachment weapons: body (uses kick boxing techniques. Full contact) reason for going to the outside: Looking for adventure. He decided to join the others simply out of curiosity. He's overprotective of his friends, and tends to go all out in his fights. Hows that? This sounds interesting.

Why do I get such a confidence boost by reading these? Anyway, I have to add the recent moment. Recently, Ive been taking up shadow boxing as a way to keep fit. I sometimes do it in the yard, but I chose to do it right after a heavy rain (shows my intelligence right there) During a roundhouse kick near the end of a combo I slipped, landed into my neighbor's rosebush, and was mauled by his poodle. Not a toy poodle mind you, a fully grown, rather large black poodle. If this wasnt bad enough, a car of really cute girls was driving by as I was chasing the poodle for my pants. Needless to say, I will NEVER shadow box outside again! NOTE: I also recommend wearing belts.

:cool: Im not sure why, but my friends say I'm alot like Miroku from Inuyasha. No, I dont touch girl's butts...intentionally...but apparently, Im always flirting and I look alot like him. That, and I carry around a stick. Its for protection, I swear.

Night twirled around, narrowly dodging the sweeping chops of the scythe. He was faster, but much weaker. Thyrale gained a lucky sweep with his claws, catching Night in the ribs. The hunter was thrown against the wall. He regained his footing, shaking. Thyrale began to laugh. "Look Night. Your friends have come to watch you die!" Night looked weakly to the doorway. "I...told you to get out...I told you to save yourself..." "We couldnt let you fight him by yourself." Night ducked as another chop with the scythe missed his neck. Thyrale kicked Night savagely, forcing him into the wall. Thyrale's massive wings prevented the others from reaching him. "Night. Your comrades show such loyalty! I almost wish my minions showed that much. But then they wouldnt be very good at their jobs now would they?" Thyrale gripped Night's throat. His breath singed the Hunter's face. "Listen to me human! There are two races in this world! The mortal and the immortal!" He flung Night from him. An ice shard pierced Thyrale's shoulder. Night rose slowly. "No Thyrale...there are three races. The mortal. The immortal. And the Hunters!" Bolts of lightning blasted through Thyrale as ice impaled him. Akuma opened several wounds on the demon. Thyrale staggered backwards. Night rose as the other three grouped around him. "Look around Thyrale. You are defeated." "I will never lose to a group of mortals! NEVER!" Thyrale charged at them, swinging his scythe furiously.

Lance lowered the street. He then kneeled, staring along the crack. After a few tremors, Raven turned to him. "Is all that really necessary?" "No, im just doing it to annoy you now. All done." The street was fixed, not a crack in sight. He patted the ground happily, then got to his feet. He rubbed his stomach. "Theres a donut store nearby. Im gonna stop by there before returning to the flat. Anyone want something or should I just get a dozen and throw em at you?" The three Hunters laughed at this. Lance smiled, then jogged off toward the donut store. "Tell Alex i'll bring him a glazed!"

Ive been getting more then a little frustrated with my recent pictures, and have decided to doodle to relieve stress. From a small doodle has arisen a cheap comic I have entitled Writer's Block. It follows Tom, an upcoming manga artist, and his many friends. Note: Many of these are from personal experiences and I really recommend you doodle when you find you can't draw. It can be very relaxing. Anyway, hope you enjoy the first two comics. Comment freely and I'll try to improve on the next comics. Enjoy!

((I have no problem with you being a poltergeist if you think you can handle being three characters at once. Yes, I did mean that the ghosts protect the humans, but i'll let her keep it. Might make it interesting later on. Here's mine)) Name: Von Race: Ghost Age: 20 Appearance: See attached picture (try to imagine the teddy bear without the lady bug stuff on it. Please :( )) Partner: (amgoddess) Miya Kamaya Manner of Death: Drowned in a boating accident History: Von was a young fisherman when a storm destroyed his father's boat. His father survived, but Von's body was never found. He became rather attached to Miya when he saved her from a rather powerful Poltergeist. When he isn't floating around on his own, he possessess a teddy bear to stay near her in public. Power: Uses his body as a conduit to make Miya's ki solid (energy sword, shield, etc etc) ((I still hope more people join! *waves large stick menacingly* Cmon! Join!))

Lance dashed ahead, still out of sight. He entered the alley ahead. Kneeling down, he felt the ground. "Perfect..." He closed his eyes. A tremor shook the ground, getting increasingly stronger. Before Hisuki could run, the ground ripped up in front of him, cutting him off. The others hemmed in from behind. Lance leapt the blockade of earth. "Box Canyon friend!" A small tremor shot Lance forward. Performing a smooth flip, he landed next to the others. He raised the earth blockade enough to cut out any hopes of scaling it. Raven glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "I can fix the street. Dont worry." He muttered to her.

((I wont leave the rest of you out)) Night burst through the doors to Thyrale's chambers. "THYRALE!" The demon turned slowly. Night was breathing heavily, gripping his blade tightly. "About time hunter. I was beginning to think you wouldnt make it. Your friends didnt listen to you. They're back inside the citadel. I think a welcoming party should greet them." From his viewpoint in the tower, Night could see his hunters in the courtyard. Pilars of lava erupted near them, killing several. "Infernals..." "Yes. Not the smartest minion, but surely a match for a few hunters." Several flaming beasts climbed out of the lava. They were burning a deep green. "I am impressed by your love's persistance though. Im surprised she's even alive." "Ziarre?! She's...she's alive?" "Not for long." A glowing red infernal, twice as big as the others, stood in Ziarre's path at the entrance to the tower. "Now no one can interrupt our battle." Night crouched into a battle position. Thyrale hefted the scythe. "Ive waited a long time to shed your blood Thyrale...you took my family from me. You took Cassandra. You will not take my brethren! FOR THE HUNTERS!" Night ran towards Thyrale. "You mortals are all alike." The two combatants clashed, the energy from their blows shattering the very stone around them. Slash. Dodge. Dodge. Slash. They wheeled around the chamber, neither giving nor gaining ground. A fireball erupted from Thyrale's claws, forcing Night to dodge left. The scythe left a gash on his arm. Night whirled his blade, leaving wounds on Thyrale's chest. "Cmon! Is that the best you can do Night?" They clashed again, the steel ringing off down to the courtyard where another battle was taking place. The infernals charged towards the hunters. The red infernal roared a challenge to Ziarre, daring her to cross his path. [I]Lest you be taken among the flood, aid your brother![/I] The lost spirits that healed Night burst out of the ground, haulting the infernals. [I]Now! Akuma, Maura, Ziarre! Break through! Kill the Demon Lord![/I]

Youve heard of Guardian Angels. Divine beings that protect humans? They dont exist. Miracles and near death experiences? All thanks to ghosts. We protect our partners, humans that we have chosen to protect from the evil dead. Poltergeists. They hunt down humans, using their blood for wierd rituals. But we have to protect them! At all costs! ((You can be a ghost, human, or poltergeist. Its recommended that you have another user be your partner, but if you cant find one, make two characters. I need: Name: Race: (Ghost, human, poltergeist) Age: (Age when you died if ghost or poltergeist) Appearance: Partner: Manner of death: History: Power: (Humans and ghosts have combined abilties) I'll post mine later. Join folks!

((Sorry it took me so long. Ive been busy)) Sunner stared at Sora. He then glanced at Madison as he sheathed his Scream Song blade. "I'll let Madison handle that as Im not sure myself, but my name is Sunner Blitz." Sora tilted his head in greeting. Sunner made a flourishing bow, causing small laughter from the others. ((Short yes, but thats the best I can do at this point :D ))

((Sorry it took me so long. Ive been busy.)) Lance rolled off his bed. He thudded to the floor, landing on a few discarded boxes. His place was a mess, and he liked it that way. He rolled over with a grumble, pulling the blanket closer. His eyes caught the red numbers of his clock. "Oh sh**..." He mumbled softly. Dragging himself up, he kicked aside a few boxes, grabbing the jeans that lay under them. He rummaged around, grabbing random articles of clothing. He dunked his head in a bucket of cold water. He just happened to have one lying around, thats how messy his apartment was. Walking out the door, he walked to work. He never used a car, prefering the fresh air to anything else. He broke into a run. "Man, Alex's gonna kill me. Im never THIS late." He slammed into the door at Raven's Flat. Gripping his head, he opened the door, cursing the sign that said "pull". He trotted over to the conference room, catching sight of the door closing. He sped up, slamming his foot through it in time. The others had bemused smiles on their faces as he entered. "Sorry i'm late sir, I...had car trouble." "You walk here Lance." "Attacked by a dog?" "Not working." "Is there any excuse I can give you that you'll buy?" "Doubtful." Lance sat down, chuckling slightly. "Do you ever wear clean clothes?" He looked at Raven. "Ah, my sweet Raven. How does the morn greet you?" She smiled, knowing he was toying with her. Lance immediately turned his attention to Terra.

((Sorry I took so long. Been a bit busy)) Night awoke in a haze of smoke. The souls had fled. He raised himself up onto one elbow. "Ziarre?" He looked around, then climbed to his feet carefully. He saw a few feathers scattered around. "No..." The skeleton of Tylrian lay nearby. Another body was near that. Night kneeled next to it. "Ziarre..." He pulled off the remnants of the shadow chains. Cradling her head, he rocked back and forth, crying. A roar echoed from the spire. Maura and Akuma entered the courtyard, followed by a mass of Hunters. Night looked at them, tears still streaming. "She can't be...she can't be dead..." Maura fell next to him, staring at Ziarre. A loud burst of energy echoed from the spire. Night grew furious, his grip tightening on his sword. He lifted Ziarre. "Maura. You and the other Hunters get out of the citadel. Evacuate any surviving civilians. Take Ziarre with you." Maura nodded numbly. Akuma looked at Night. "What about you?" "...I have lost everything that I hold dear. If Ziarre still has a chance to live, I pray she makes it. I dont expect to survive this fight. Thyrale has freed hiimself from the chains. Now I must kill him and in the process, most likely die myself. Now get out of here. No matter what happens, no one may reenter the citadels. No one!" Night took off towards the spire. ------------- Thyrale stood, scythe in hand. "Now my hunter...your love is dead, your home in ruin. Now you seek to complete your destiny. Then come. My bonds are broken and I await our final battle." The demon lord spread his wings wide, then let out a roar that echoed across the torn landscape.

Wow! Kudos! I love it! Thanks very much. Im not that good at banners, so you did me a great favor!

Will someone create a banner with the attached picture for me please? Somewhere on it I want my username. Other then that, I dont mind what you add! Thanks!

:smirk: :smirk: Sounds fun. Name: Lance Blitz Age: 26 Sex: Male Craft: Geo (causes tremors with his hands) History: Raised by foster parents, he never knew about his powers until an accident that he refuses to speak of. His carefree attitude caused him to get arrested for "obstruction of justice", another thing he refuses to talk about. The new STNJ found him shortly after he broke out. They made a deal he couldnt refuse, and has become a valuable asset. His "Kick down the door" technique gets him into alot of trouble with his superiors. Personality: Never serious, alwas has a witty remark to make. Can get extremely annoying if left around for long periods of time. Loves donuts to the point of obssession. When he is working, he tends to employ the "No holds bar" method of fighting, going under the impression that he cant truly have won until his enemy cant get back up. When he isnt working (most of the time) he hangs around donut stores or lifts weights. Also flirts shamelessely. Appearance: ((See attached pic))

A small groan rose from Night. He opened his eyes slowly. "...Z...zia..." "Night! Oh thank god!" He grunted slightly as she hugged him. He raised his hand slowly. "Wh...where...are..." "Dont talk. Your wounds are...Night Im sorry..." Night blinked, then managed a pained smile. "Dont...I...should be...apoligizing...I...f...failed...in my...task..." Ziarre held him, ignoring the battle cries nearby. "You didnt fail in anything...you tried as best you could." "No...I gave up...I...lost my honor...my pride...everything." Ziarre didnt understand. Night closed his eyes. "If I...had kept fighting...I would never...have...lost...my..." He trailed off. Ziarre felt him go limp in her arms. "Night...no...dont die Night..." [I]Step away, Hunter.[/I] Ziarre rose, whirling around. Her eyes fell on a blue figure. It looked like an old man, but he was glowing and was translucent. "Who...who are you?" [I]Step away Ziarre. Night will not fall today.[/I] The man raised his arms. More figures rose. They crowded around Night. Ziarre raised her whip, but the man stopped her. [I]Hold Hunter! We mean no harm to Night. We are giving him a second chance to reclaim his honor.[/I] She watched as the figures laid there hands on Night's torn chest. They began to glow. "NO!" Tylrian landed nearby, twirling his halberd. "Damn it! Lost souls giving their essence! How many times must we kill you!" [I]Protect us Hunter! We need time to heal his wounds![/I] Night's hand twitched as Tylrian roared and charged at him.

Sunner smiled, then helped her up. He hugged her happily. "Pretty sure it is. Glad to see your alright." "Same here." "You just take a breather Madison, I can handle this for now. We'll talk more once we get rid of these heartless." Sunner charged into a mass of heartless, leaping and dodging. With their attention diverted, they completely forgot about Madison, more focused on the sword wielding threat. Sunner led them farther from his friend. He dissapeared for a while into the smoke, the heartless still chasing him. After a few moments he came back out. He walked back to Madison, his blade reverting from boomerang to sword again. He sheathed it. "They'll be looking in there for several hours. Now, how did you get here Madison? I was afraid that you were still in Fiture. When I woke up, you were gone, and I was here."

Embarrasing moments. Oh gods...so many...well, the best one had to be when I was running around the track at school (Hate PE!). My teacher follows us around in a golf cart, and I decided to hop onto the back when he passed. I got two laps down, and everyone thought it was a hoot. Then my teacher noticed, and made a hard swerve. I bounced for a little while before sliding to a stop around 12 feet from the cart. Nothing broken short of my pride when I noticed that my PE shorts had slid off completely during the roll. The teacher thought it was funny as hell, and didnt mark me down for it.