O-Ushi

[B]Telling us off[/B] And as we scoff at crude skinheads Who carve 4 letter words on bathroom stalls And the monuments that mark the dead We mock and curse them, one and all. But can we blame the do it, The dole-wallahs, the unemployed, Mayhap we should think and listen to it, Their excuse, their desire to destroy [I]"I'll tell you what really riles a bloke I'll you why I did wot I did. I see these jobs, butcher and baker. Me I'll croak Doing the nowt I did as a kid. You poets shout in your fancy manners 'bout how life is unfair and times is hard But I see jobs like 'Byron, Tanner' and this cunt 'aberdasher, 'Appleyard.' Me mum's up in 'evean. I don't want to meet 'er, As she hears them list me dirty deeds. How the fuck can I be praised by St. Peter? All me life I'm on the dole in [B]FUCKIN' LEEDS[/B]! And when you lots been praised by the lord's own gob and us dole-wallahs kicked out to the void What are the masons gonna carve for my job? [B][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium]This cunt that lieth here wor unemployed?[/FONT][/B] This lot worked one job all their life though, I mean Wordsworth 'Organ builder' lieth here interred" [/I] I fear they'll chisel 'poet' when they do me And that's a fucking four-letter-word.

Personally, I would think to blame it on the American (slightly paranoid) "eye for an eye" idealology. I generally don't except the idea of execution (which isn't bad, considering I live in England), and I feel that has a fair part in the slightly unbalanced nature of America towards violence. If you believe that killing is going to make a problem go away in the country's legal system (probably the most ingrained part of today's society in every country), you would be inclined to belive that it is true [I]outside[/I] the legal system. Of course, it could be that the country's still young, and trying to sort out it's major problems (it took the UK 500 years, and we're much smaller). But heck, I could be talking drivel. I haven;t been sleeping well lately. That's it. I'm going back to bed. Night (he says at 9:23 AM)

Hi there. I would just like to make an advanced warning and apology to everyone I'm in an RP with, or is part of Project: Mizuha. An old friend of mine died recently in a car crash, and I'm not taking it to well, so I might be less than enthusiastic or motivated to post for a little while. I'm really sorry for this. That's all I have to say really. Thanks anyway.

Now, I've been doing some pondering in my caffiene-deprived state, and more and more my thoughts have been growing philisophical. And while I have delved deeper into these philisophical realms two important questions have popped up, and I was hoping you could help me shed some light on the answers. The questions are not "Why are we here?" or "Is there a God?" The Questions are simple: [B]Who[/B] and [B]Where[/B] I will attempt to explain the latter question first. I re-watched the Matrix and a thought came into my head. If their world is real to them in touch, taste, smell and all, are they actually there?...alright, another analogy. [I]Hermes (for lack of better names, I will use Greek Gods) has volunteered for an experiment. The experiment is to control his body while his brain is not in it. Hisbrain shall be kept in Athens while he himself is in Rome. He appears to see what his eyes can see, smell what his nose can smell and feel what he touches with his fingers, just as if his bran is in his body. However, this hypothetical situations begs a question. [B]Where is he?[/B][/I] Now, generally there are two answers to this conudrum. [list=1] [*]He is where he believes he is [*]He is where his brain (or mind) is [/list] Now, I shall attempt to tackle the first answer. For this I will ask you to conduct an experiment for me. First I will ask you to close your eyes (after you have read this, of course) and for 30 seconds picture yourself at school (or work) [I]as if you were actually there.[/I] I mean every smell, sound and detail yuo can remember. Were you actually there? If the answer is 'Yes' then congratulations, you have suceeded in inventing teleportation and will recieve your Nobel Prize shortly. Saying that, however, if the answer [I]is[/I] 'Yes,' than Plato would be correct. Sorry, getting ahead of myself here. For those of you who don't know, Plato had a theory about the nature of the Universe being false. He would summarise thusly (this definition is commonly known as "Plato's Cave") [I]Imagine yourself in a cave with three openings, one at the back and one at either side of the cave. At the far wall of the cave there is a row of prisoners chained in such a way that they can neither turn to look behind (to see outside) them nor to either side, and they have been chained there since the day they were born for some unimaginable crime of their ancestors. Between the two exits of the wall stretches a road, and upon that road there people walk back and forth carrying various objects and statues of animals. Beyond the wall (but before the exit into the outside) is a bonfire, which burns day and night. The bofire casts shadow onto the back wall, in front of the prisoners, of the people carrying the objects. To the prisoners those shadows are reality.[/I] He would go onto say that means that the objects and the outside are the "World of Forms," and we (that is to say, our Souls and Minds) are created there with the knowledge of that wall already implanted. This world is merely a reflection of the World of Forms (which is a perfect world), and everything within it are just pale shadows. But I digress. Should the answer be 'No,' then are we truely simply a organic lifeform with only the illusion of perception and intelligence? Are we merely programmed with logic? Is there such a thing as intelligence, or are we just fooling ourselves? As for [B]Who[/B]. [I]Take for your consideration Athena and Ares. They are both involved in a car crash. Athena's body is all but destroyed but her brain is fine, while Ares' brain is mangled but his body fine. To save the life of the one who can be saved , a team of doctors and scientists place Athena's brain in Ares' body with compelte sucess. All of Athena's memory's and her personality is saved, but she is now in the body of a man. The question is, who is she?[/I] Now, scientists would normally say that she is Ares, as her DNA is a match with his, and no two different people can have exact DNA (except for clones, which is an impossibility for the moment). Others may argue that she is still Athena, as that is who she believes she is. But take this for your consideration (merely as a point of argument, as I have no strong feelings one way or the other). Say tomorrow I wake up and claim to be George W. Bush. I have his exact personality, his personal tastes and can tell you ever tiny facet of his life. Who would you be to argue that I am not George W. Bush? I think that's enoigh for you to digest for now. Give me your thoughts and opinions on these deep philisophical issues (and please, try not to flame). Thank you

Poldarn loped along the street, his staff resting on his shoulder, the lantern glowing softly. He yawned behind the mask and looked around under hooded eyelids. [I]Bloody country bumpkins[/I] he thought, [I]they'll probably try to burn me before the day's out...But I need some money... I guess a few pub tricks should tide me over...[/I] He normally substituted his funds with some parlour tricks. Making a fire in his palm, forming some illusions, making a plant grow in the middle of the floor...simple stuff for the simple minded. A voice caught his attention, loud, zealous and stupid. "I have seen a girl, a girl with magick powers! She will bring monsters who will....." [I]Blood and ashes, it's the bloody Prophet. Of all the morons in this town...[/I] he spun on his heels at the familiar sound of a mob forming. "The monsters...the monsters...they will...will....KILL YOU ALL!! Flee from evil, flee from the evil embodied in those two people!" A sound grew in his ears, familiar and depressing. A mob. Formed. He started to walk quicker but the sound grew louder and louder, coming closer and closer untill he saw the pursued, a young girl and an orange-haired swordsman. He placed a hand over his uncovered eye and braced for impact. The mob hit him like a fully-loaded carriage. He was spun and jostled, pushed and pulled in the tide of people. He landed hard on his rear as he finally exited the crowd, just in time to see a young girl dressed in white and purple robes run by, concern stamped on her face. He got up and stalked off behind the crowd, itnent on revenge against the Prophet. The lantern on the end of his staff burned brilliant white and he ran off after them...

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Shuuji yawned as he staretd to get off the bus, neatly dog-earing the book he was read and shoving it in his bag. He watched as the clumsy girl that had fallen all over him got off, and saw she had dropped something, her phone. He scooped it up and got off the bus, apologising profusely when he bumped into the man that owned the flower store. He bowed to him quickly as he stepped off the bus...backwards, and stumbled, before regaining his balance and walking after the clumsy girl. "Umm....excuse me! Hello!" he called after her, holding the phone up. He caught up with her and presented the phone. "Did you...uhh...drop this?" he asked, titlting his ehad to one side. His grey hair flopped slightly with the movement. The girl looked puzzled for a moment and then took the phone, smiling sweetly. "Thank you." she said, and Shuuji smiled back he ran a hand through his hair and started to walk off, before stopping and turning back around. He put a hand behind his head and bowed apologetically. "Oh, sorry! I'm Shuuji Katsuya. Try not to trip over anyone else, ok?" he said, still walking (backwards). He spun sharply on his heels, letting out a sigh. [I]Man, I'm tired... why does school have to start so early? Damn government...[/I] he yawned again, a small tear leaking out of his eye as he stretched widely. He pulled out a well-folded pice of paper and unfurled it, scanning over the timetable. [I]Alright...no lesson first thing...time for a nap...[/I] he said, shoving the timetable back into his pocket. A happy tune played across his lips, and whistled as he avoided the people making their way to school...[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[I]A figure appearas in a puff of smoke, arms folded across his chest and looks upon you with stern eyes...[/I] Project: Mizuha (Mk1), a brand spanking new concept to RPgs will be....slightly delayed. My laptop's crapped out on me,a nd that has all the information I needed. I'llt ry to get it back as soon as possible, but it may take a few days. However, in the mean time, I believe this will be an excellent chance for some Q&A on anything you may need. ...I'm so...so sorry.... ...please don't kill me... [I]The figure coughs slightly and prepares for the inevitable barrage of half-bricks.[/I]

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkGreen]How's this? [B]Name:[/B] Poldarn - the "Lantern Bearer" [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] Unknown (assumed to be early twenties) [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Appearance:[/B] Tall and thin, few have ever seen all of Poldarn's face. He wears a mask made apparently of china, which covers three quarters of his face, leaving only his left eye exposed. The mask itself is covered with intricate swirls of dark blue. His hair is brass coloured (not ginger - actually metallic brass), with a silvery sheen and gossamer soft, and he normally crudely hacks it off at shoulder length, leaving it uneven and rough. He normally wears large robes, coloured in various shades of blue, and extremely wide sleeves. His hands are bound with soft white bandages, and around his neck is a large length of beads. The staff he carries normally has a large paper lantern hanging off the end, which is fuelled by some inexhaustable power source. [B]Class:[/B] Sorceror [B]Weapon:[/B] Staff (although he disdains physical combat) [B]Personality:[/B] Cold, cynical and a self-proclaimed exile, Poldarn has little time for other people and less for "friends." He normally spends his with other people either ignoring them or insulting them. He is a total pessimistic and untrusting of other people. His biggest (and he would claim only) fear is intense claustrophobia, and dislikes being in big cities (though he has little need to go into them). [B]Biography:[/B] As yoyu ask him about his past he starts to lift his arm, his hand appears form the wide sleeve and runs through his hair, then comes down sharply, middle finger extended. He walk away, murmuring "Arserag" under his breath. [B]Magic:[/B] Spirit Tell me if there's anything wrong, ok?[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]How about a random male character? I've never really watched Sailor Moon, but I get the gist of the storyline (just scold me if I get anything wrong, alright?). [B]Name:[/B] Shuuji Katsuya [B]Age:[/B] 18 [B]Sex:[/B] Male [B]Personality:[/B] "Blissfully oblivious" is the perfect definition of Shuuji. He tends to walk around in a bit of a daze, with an easy smile, and acts genuinely nice, completely unaware of the frustration he causes girls when doesn't react to any of their attempts to get his attention - it would take a girl to literally hit him around the face for him to understand that they want a date. He is, howeer, very happy to listen to any problems anyone has, and tends ot give very sound -if somewhat blunt - advice, and this has led him to have a lot of platonic relationships with girls within the school. He's fairly intelligent, but tends to forget things - books, homeworks...classes - but normally takes these things in stride, although he is absolutely dire at maths, and so generally calls on other students to help with any homework he has. He dislikes violence, but loathes bullies, and will protect anyone being bullied (if he...umm...notices). [B]History:[/B] Shuuji's past is frought with mystery. It is known that his parents aren't around any mor,e but few people know where they are, or what happened to them. He lives in his uncle's sucessful hotel, and works there on weekends (he doens;t have to, but he says it's to thank them for their hospitality). He started attending the school a few years ago, and has been a permament feature of the school ever since. [B]Appearance:[/B] [IMG]http://www.ifrance.com/NanieDiary/saikano/characters/shuji/shujimangabig.jpg[/IMG] (Props to the artist and whatnot) He's one of the talest people in school, he has dyed grey hair and soft brown eyes, as well as tanned skin. Outside school, he normally dresses confrotably, if not stylishly, an over-large dress shirt of one colour or another (he bulk bought them) and jeans, as well as boots and a jacket (depending on the weather) and his beloved red scarf.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Alright, everyone's looking good thus far. I've PM'd people on any problems, and other things... anyway, Swordmaster, post it when you can, no hurry. Also, spread the word! I want this thing to be big. Like, MEGA big... Anyway, keep it low and lazy. O-Ushi

[COLOR=DimGray][CENTER][I][SIZE=1]The smells of nature dance gently on your senses as you make your way through the epaceful Country of Light. The sun beams down gently through the canopy, gently caressing you with fingers of warmth as dappled shafts of light play across your face. The earth is spongy and rich beneth your feet, yielding a little with each step. It seems the very earth itself wishes you a pleasant journey, and the sound grows louder in your ears. A sound of serene power, ageless rejuvination, gentle fury. Suddenly, the forest breaks off, and you find yourself on the top of a hill, looking over a peaceful village. Shops, bars and resteraunts mix in with the crowd of houses, surrouded by a great wall, at least two dozen foot hight. it is nestled againt a cliff, And the sound is given form. A huge waterfall, powering as it has down for centuries, millenia, aeons. You can faintly hear the sound of children playing in the strees, and the sound of adults shouting. You make your way into the vilage, looking around with a vague sense of awe. Men and women work hard here, fixing houses, shouting out what goods they have for sale, sounds of perfect synchonicity. "Good morning." a voice speaks from behind you, and you turn with a start. Where had this person come from? The figure is tall and lanky, with jet black hair and an easy smile. He wears a vest lined with pockets for various tools and items. Across his forehead he wears a small metal plate on a strip of cloth, depicting an image, three vertical lines above a thicke horizontal one. "What is this place?" you ask the stranger "This is Mizuha. Hidden Village of the Waterfall"[/SIZE][/I][/CENTER][/COLOR] This is the story of a group of cadets in the Mizuha Shinobi Academy. Through this tale you will learn of their lives and adventures, their joy and heartbreak, their triumphs and tradgedies. Will you take the first step into Mizuha? Will you join the ranks of the Ninja? Alright, this is an RP based (very) loosely on the anime series Naruto. However, rather than put you off with another "Oh, another anime RP," I want you to know one thing (now this is important, you listen up): [SIZE=3][CENTER]You don't have to know Naruto to join this RP![/CENTER][/SIZE] The point of this RP is to create an idea of acual, growing people. You will learn the waysof the Ninja within the story itself, under the guidance of your various teachers (the very important and baic stuff willbe explained at the very beginning of the RP). at the start it willbe the basic character development, showing what your character's personality is like, letting you get a feel for the character and so on. Then the rest will be explained as we go along. Alright, this is a sign up for the people who want to be Academy Students, this is the thing you want to join as if you're either a) Not to confident at RPing b) Know nothing of Naruto, or c) Just want to do it, I guess And here's the Sign-up [B]Name:[/B] Japanese, please (oh, and put last name before forename. Like Uzimaka (last name), Naruto (forename) [B]Age: [/B] 12-15 [B]Gender: [/B] (Yes, there are girl ninja. [B]Appearance[/B]: Picture or description are equally good [B]Personality[/B]: Let's get a wide range, please. We can't all be the "loner, cool bad***" now, can we? Are you lazy? Arrogant? Depressed? Also put any strange nuances you have here (like, you're character only speaks in a strange slang or has a bizarre phobia of noodles). [B]Grades[/B]: Ok, this bit is a little strange. Basically, Ninja skills fall into 3 categories; [I]Taijutsu[/I] (Hand-to-Hand Combat), [I]Genjutsu [/I] (Illusionary Techniques), [I]Ninjutsu [/I] (Ninja Techniques, which are quite like spells). I want to know what ypu're good at, whatyou suck at etc. Please don't put down that you're "perfect at everything" (you might be in real life, but it doesn't really matter here). The different skills will be explained to you in the RP. [B]Introductions Are In Order[/B]: This bit is a replacement for the classic "Bio/History." What I want you to do is give either a typical RP post (on any subject that involves your character) or another RP of yours. This is so I can get a feel for your level of RPing, and also another purpose that I will not tell you as of yet (Oooooo....foreshadow-y). Here's my Academy Character that I may or may not use (depending on how many people sign up. I'll have probably 2 or 3 minor roles within the RP to keep things running.) [B]Name[/B]: Toshiro Koji [B]Age[/B]: 13 [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Appearance[/B]: Tall and thin, Koji has a ever-present pall of sickness about him. His hair is jet black and stringy, roughly cut short (for conveniance rather than style). His face is hollow and normal drawn in what is a mixture of both pain and tiredness, and his head normally hangs low, with his shoulders hunched. He nromally wears a simple outfit, a black T-shirt and black three-quarter trousers, with standard tabi boots (small boots with the toes cut off for freedom of movement). His eyes are soft and brown, with dark rings under each of them, as if he hasn't slept in weeks. [B]Personality[/B]: Koji is a depressed, quiet person, not known for outbursts of emotion (or much emotion, in fact). He's normally sitting quietly in the back of the classroom, taking whatever notes are needed. He's prone to bouts of pessimism, and thoroughly dislikes combat (which makes many of the kids qustion why he is even int he academy). He frequently breaks out in coughing fits that wrack his whole body, but he doens;t like anyone makign a fuss over him. He is very nervous around large groups of people, and small groups of the opposite sex. [B]Grades[/B]: [I]Taijutsu[/I]: This is Koji's weakest area, being a sickly little person. He has litle stamina, and is always the first out in any of the pseudo-tournaments the class holds. He is normally excluded from any game of "ninja" outside the school, as the kids say that any team he is on always loses, as he's too slow. [I]Genjutsu[/I]: Koji is mediocre in all respects in Genjutsu, only able to make basic illusions in times of stress. [I]Ninjutsu[/I]: This is probably what Koji is best at (although he's not near the best in the class). He normally forgets most of his techniques in combat, but he has great skill in techniques for hiding his location ad evasionary jutsu's. His teacher says that trying to catch Koji is like trying to catch smoke with your hands. [I]Teacher's Comment[/I]: I think Koji has a lot of work to do, but I think he could probably make Chuunin. Overall, though, nothing to write home about. [B]Introductions Are In Order[/B]: A Ladybird flitted slowly through the air, carrying on it's lazy path through the streets of Mizuha. It bumbled side to side, in search of whatever ladybird's searched for everyday. Turning sharply to its right, it lands on the head of a young boy, who was sitting dejectedly against the back wall of the Academy. Faintly, children could be heard playing. The both jumps slightly, his nervous disposistion becoing painfully apprant, and reaches up, taking the lady bird gently ont the tips of his finger. He brings his finger down and looks at it, his ehad cocking to the side slightly, like a bird inspecting its next meal. Koji cough, bringing his left hand to his mouth, as his body was wracked by spasms. As the coughs subsided, he saw the ladybird was still ver, avidly inspecting his finger. "Why won't you fly away?" Koji whispered, watching the tiny creature crawl along his fingertip. He slowly stood up and brought his hand high above his head, finger pointing upwards. The lady bird seemed to consider the prospect for a moment, before its carapace split along its back and two wings worked furiously, brearing it into the air. Koji watched as it bumbled away, swaying from side to side, until it wdisapeared into some foliage, obviously intent on finding something. Ladybirds like a high platform to fly from. A smile tugged at the sides of Koji's mouth, briefly, before it went back to its normal, drawn expression.HE sat down back against the wall, knees hugged to his chest. He sighed and watched the sky briefly. At elast he had helped something along its way... Alright, that's it for now, if you have any questions, post in the Underground Forum Project: Konoha. Feel free to join, and thanks for reading this far, at least.

Whoa...interest. Swordbreaker, there will be more than 1 openings for Jounins, depending (mostly) on the number of Academy Students/Genin join originally. Well, going from this, I think having the RP set in a new Hidden Village would be best. I'm still working on it, but I think the title of the project will change. Ladies and Gentlemen, fellow Ninja. I present to you... [B][CENTER]The Hidden Waterfall Village Mizuha[/CENTER][/B] Anyone else interested?

[I][CENTER][COLOR=DimGray][SIZE=1]You trek through the forest in the Country of Fire, the smells of nature dancing gently on your senses. The sun beams down gently through the canopy, gently caressing you with fingers of warmth as dappled shafts of light play across your face. The earth is spongy and rich beneth your feet, yielding a little with each step. It seems the very earth itself wishes you a pleasant journey. Creatures scurry, creating rustling symphonies of majestic simpleness, as birds add harmonies of infinite complexity, their choir willing you on your way. Suddenly, the forest breaks off, and you find yourself on the top of a hill, looking over a peaceful village. Shops, bars and resteraunts mix in with the crowd of houses, surrouded by a great wall, at least two dozen foot hight. it is nestled againt a cliff, n which stands four giant carvings, four faces of ageless wisdom and strength. You can faintly hear the sound of children playing in the strees, and the sound of adults shouting. You make your way into the vilage, looking around with a vague sense of awe. Men and women work hard here, fixing houses, shouting out what goods they have for sale, sounds of perfect synchonicity. "Good morning." a voice speaks from behind you, and you turn with a start. Where had this person come from? The figure is tall and lanky, with jet black hair and an easy smile. He wears a vest lined with pockets for various tools and items. Across his forehead he wears a small metal plate on a strip of cloth, depicting this image: [IMG]http://img75.exs.cx/img75/8269/konoha.jpg[/IMG] "What is this place?" you ask the stranger "This is Konoha. The hidden Village of Leaf." [/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER][/I] And so begins my slow spiral of torture and madness by trying to organise this... This idea has kind of been gestating in my mind for the past few months (that is, to say, when I started watching Naruto). I've seen fair few number of RP's based on various anime in the Adventure in, and I thought I'd try my hand at it (since Mancer only got 3 people interested in it...boohoo and whatnot), but with a twist. Apart from the world it is set in, there will be little to actually to dow with the anime. For those of you who don't know, Naruto is an anime about ninja (or shinobi, depending on your translation). Ninja are basically the army, policemen and civil servants all rolle dinto one, and the number of ninja in a coutry defines they're military might. The anime is basicaly about the adventures and missions of a group of ninja, the main character being Uzimaki Naruto (who incidentally has a demon bound to his soul....but that's not important for this). They are trained at special schools, and gain in ranks by completing missions from babysitting to assassination. Fortunately, you don't have to kn ow ANY of this for Project: Konoha to work. The plan is to make this RP about a group of students (up to about 12, I was thinking) and track their record from academy cadets (the lowest rank) to quite possibly Jounin (the highest) or even beyound, with the old PCs getting their own new cadets and training them...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Basically, the player heirarchy (for lack of a better term) with be thus: [B]Cadet[/B]: This is the "True" PC, and can have knowledge of Naruto or not. They will be taught about the mechanics and society of the world IC, to be totally true to the anime. They are taught by a [B]Chuunin[/B] (see later) [B]Genin[/B] (Rookie): Are the next level up, and the first rank of "proper" ninja. After the training in the Academy, cadets are graduated and can now go on missions. they are spread into three man teams, each led by a [B]Jounin[/B], they are generally sent on the lowest mission (delivering packages, rescuing pets etc.). Still the "normal" PC character [B]Chuunin[/B] (Soldier): These are given somewhat more difficult missions than Genin, and are the bulk of the Ninja forces in all countries. They normally have jobs outside being a ninja within the Village (such as a scholar, organiser for events, examiner/teacher in the academy and so on). There is a graduation twice a year to promote Genin to Chuunin. Still a "Normal" PC character. [B]Jounin[/B] (Elite): These are (almost) the best the village has to offer. They are given the hardest misisons, and hae the most skill in fighting and Ninjutsu. Each is in charge of a three man Genin squadron. OOC, these people will help me with plot hook's/scenarios within the RP, and will be the more dangerous NPCs. I would prefer if they had a good grasp of the Naruto world (or are just exceptionally good RPers). I'll probably have a Jounin Character as well as my main character. [B]Hokage[/B] (Leader): The Hokage is the best of the best (of the best, if you please) and is the leader of the Village. I'll probably take this minor role, and be in charge of arganising RPs within Konoha. I was thinking that while there is a central "hub" thread for the Konoha RPers, there will be different threads for the differen RPs within it. However, this leads me to yet another choice. Should it actually be in Konoha? Konoha is a defined and intricate place within the Naruto world, and might be confusing to people who don;t have much in-depth knowledge of the series. This gives me 3 options: [list][list=1] [*]Set the RP in Konoha [*]Set the RP in a place within the Naruto world that has a set idea (Militaristic, Religious etc) and build up [*]Create a compeltely new Hidden village in a differant country (such as the Country of Wave, which does not have a Village as of now) [/list] Anyway, that's the basic idea. You can post any questions or comments you like here (please do, in fact).

Alright, everyone looks good so far. Hopefully we'll get a few more people and then I'll start the RP.

Akalash walked the Eight Cloud halls slowly, his feet barely making a sound on the floor as he past various Angels and Humans. His twisted, crippled wings twiched and spasmd slightly, displaying his unease. Something was suffering, silently, yearning for release, for retribution. Somewhere he could not reach as of now, and it disturbed him. He ran his good hand through his hair, and adjusted his sling, before making his way out. just before, he heard the sweet, clear voice of an Angelic herald. [I] [CENTER]The King bids Heaven's adherents to make haste for the Hall of the Eight Clouds. [/CENTER] [/I] Akalash's wings twitch thoughtfully, and he turns on his heels, making his way to the King's Hall, the main meeting place for all Angels on important duties. He arrived first and knelt before the Lord of Light. "My liege. I have heeded your call and will lay my life for the good of Light." Akalash states clearly, in the time-honoured, formal address of the Protector and Preserver, "what would you have me do?"

Could I be an Ex Guardian Angel, please?n consider the mildest cosmetic touch up True Name: Ozymandias Name: Guillaume (GEE-ohm) DeBanque Age: 18 Appearance: Guillaume is the giant of the school, wide shoulder and hipped, he is a star on the hockey team (when he can be bothered to play). His face is square and familiar, unmistakable, although he doesn't even consider the mildest aesthetic touch up to change his appearance from "unhandsome" to "rugged," and only shaves when he remembers. His eyes are soft and brown, and under thick brows. He keeps his hair short for conveniance rather than style, and views gel or wax with disdain. He normally dresses simply, a white T-shirt under a red formal shirt, black jeans and boots. The only decorative piece he wears is a bronze necklace, which holds a pair of bronze dice. He is more often than not seen listening to a battered old tape player in his pocket. Personality: To be perfectly honest, Guillaume couldn't care less. About anything. Really. Nothing rattles him, nothing depresses him, nothing seems to make him happy. He views everyone with the same amount of distaste and disdain, brushing them off equally. This isn't to say he's cold, he just doesn;t really care about anyone. He has no qualms about hitting guys or girls, depending on how much they bother him, but is content enough to wander about, and talk (although anyone who does talk to him has to start the conversation). Secretly, he feels ill at ease with this world, as if there's something...missing from his life. Bio: [CENTER]?My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"[/CENTER] These words stand on a pedestal at the feet of a statue in his honour, long since destroyed by time and the interference of Man. Ozymandias was a great Warrior Angel, a manifestation of His divine wrath. He fought long and hard, battled foes uncounted and revelled in the maelstrom of combat. He forged an empire in His name in the world of Man, a civilisation in an antique land. But he was betrayed, seeing the corruption of Heaven and His blind eye. He took the empire for his own, fighting off the angels He sent to claim it. A great conflict was fought, Ozymandias's statue was toppled, his cities destroyed, and he slain in the power released by a Dark Prince. Rest. Peace. The warrior's reward. But it was not to be so. He was reborn on this world, in a frail, human form. he was pu up for adoption as a child, and bounced from foster home to foster home until he was twelve, and stayed with the DeBanques. He was not the ebst in school (average, by all accounts), but his implacable attitude and calm head meant he had a geat career in hockey and boxing. Although not technical one of the school's bullies, few grow close to him in fear (and he would be the first to admit he wouldn;t have it any other way). Is this ok?

Hi, guys. This is the first RP I've made, so i was just wondering if it was alright. If you can have any questions please post them here. ... Please be nice to me. Join. Pweeze?

[COLOR=DimGray][CENTER]"Magic isn't what you think. It's much, much worse."[/CENTER] [/COLOR] [SIZE=1][CENTER]- Pyromancer Martel[/CENTER][/SIZE] The pale figure draws a cigarette to his thin lips, the light reflecting off his high collar back to his face, highlighting cheekbones you could slit your wrists on, a beak-like nose and dark, dark glasses. "You think you know magic? Don't make me laugh...even if I could." he mumbles, taking a deep drag from the cigarette in his hand. He let the breath out slowly, the smoke curling around his gaunt face. He runs a hand across his bald head, his fingers brushing the image burned onto his forhead; a crescent-moon encircling a third eye. "Witches, they call us. And witches we are. Satan's semen. Lucifer's spawn. We are damned to walk as gods amongst ants." Another puff on his cigarette. His voice holds no malice, bitterness or sadness. It's monotonous, a morgue of a voice. "We have walked among you for thousands of years, unseen, unknown. Oh, sure, there have been those who suspect that we might exist, but they're wrong. Dead wrong. "Plato explained that there was another world. A world of Forms, the most perfect of everything. The perfect table. The perfect sunset. The perfect human. All we see are pale shadows and reflects, flawed and tainted. "Perceptive guy, that Plato. "We have seen the other world; its image has been burned into our psyche. Some of us were born with it, some forced to witness it through a traumatic experience, some...well, some are just unlucky, I guess. We have seen Truth, we have seen the perfect Form. We can now change this pale shadow world how we wish, for we know that it is not real. "Unfortunately, as a man who stares at the sun is blinded, so too are we changed. We are driven insane by the Truth, for what man can stare upon the face of God and remain unmoved? I, for one, can no longer feel emotion. I feel no dizzying highs, nor terrifying lows. I am a corpse that continues to live." Drag. Exhale. "For a thousand thousands years we have slumbered in you society. We have been locked away, we have been persecuted, we have been burned. "We are tired of your ****..." He reaches and removes his glasses, showing eyes inhuman. They have no irises, nor pupils, and colour swirls in all the shades of the rainbow, as oil on water. The image of the third eye on his forehead glows dully, pulsing red with each of his heartbeats. He stares at you, calmly, patiently. "...and we're taking over. I would suggest running. Fast." Static. Black. - [SIZE=1][I]Morpheus[/I], a video clip circulating the internet. Suppressed by the FBI.[/SIZE] "On January 29th 2006, New York City, New York, was taken by [I]them[/I]. They call themselves Mancers, individuals who can wield power unseen before, powers which would be deemed miracles in any other sense. They fight the patrols the Arm has set up in the city, fight the inhabitants that attack them, but - more often than not - fight each other. Each one seems to have specialised their powers into one field, whether it is control of inanimate objects, morphing their body or controlling fire with their mind. Needless to say, almost all attempts to communicate with them have failed. New York, and its inhabitants have been quarantined. God protect them, for we cannot.? - [SIZE=1]President Green[/SIZE] Alright, this is my first RP, so please be nice...I was thinking that Mancer powers were fairly specialised, but it was up to the player to find loopholes in them and carefully exploit them. If you have any questions, PM me, but I'll be making a thread in the Arena Underground for it. WARNING: HARRY POTTER THIS AINT. THERE WILL BE SCENES OF MASOCHISM, SADISM AND OTHER VERY ADULT SITUATIONS. ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER. Character Sign-ups Name: Modern, please (unless your character has renamed themselves, I suppose) Age: Please, not too many teenagers Gender: Description: Pics are OK Insanity: All Mancers are insane. It comes with the territory, and a good rule of thumb is "The crazier, the more dangerous" (that is to say, I won?t allow characters who have uber-powers and have a small, unimportant insanity). If I think the insanity's not debilitating enough for the power, I'll ask to change it or downgrade the power. Here are some examples, in case your stuck: [*]An extreme/bizarre fear (agoraphobia is a nice one to choose) [*]Masochism/Sadism [*]Cannot feel emotions [*]Thinks he's Jesus/God/Insert religious figure HERE [*]Extreme attachment/repulsion form people [*]Has a seizure in times of pressure [/list] Remember, keep it original, please. Personality: Power: I would like a nice, important title for the type of mancer he is (like Metaphysisist, Biomancer, Golemcrafter) and a brief description of what the power entails (not individual spells, mind). Biography: Were you put into a mental home? Do you just wander around aimlessly? How did you discover the other world? Why? All these and more will be answered in your Bio! Here?s my character Name: Isaac Freeman Age: 26 Gender: Male Description: African-American, thick of shoulders and narrow of waist, his arms are thick and powerful. Half his hair has been shaved off, and the other braided into crude dreadlocks, which hang loosely over his face and completely hides his left hand eye. His eyes are bright green, with thick rings under them, denoting his insomnia, and his mouth seems to be twisted into a smile by his ?Cheshire cat?; thick slits have been cut from the corner of his mouth to halfway into his cheeks, and crudely stitched closed. A complex pattern of angular, arcane scars cover his entire body, and he is continually ?touching them up? when he?s not busy. He normally wears a tattered black T-shirt with the legend ?Butterflies Are Spider Food? embossed in bright red, underneath a dirty brown trench coat, heavy jeans, huge boots and a battered old bowler hat, which has a smiley-face badge pinned to it. Insanity: Isaac suffers from acute masochism, as well as stress-induced bi-polar disorder (also known as manic depression). Personality: Most of the time, Isaac is simply morose and morbid; a man of few words, all of them pessimistic. However, under extreme stress (especially in battle) he can simply switch, becoming engulfed in rage and grief, and lash out at anything close. Power: Haemomancer Isaac has a strange and disturbing power, he can control his blood to form and shape he wants, as well as control its density and manipulate how he sees fit. This also means that he heals at an extremely fast rate (the ultimate torment for the masochist). He seems to use the scars on his body to control, much like the ?spell books? of old. It is unproven, but it is believed that a Haemomancer?s blood is less a part of him, but a separate, symbiotic brought to unlife by the Mancer?s power Biography: Intense pain, lights explode in neon fireworks. Voices clamour in his ears. Hands press on his chest, holding back a torrent of red. Fade to red, then nothing. A light appears in the distance. A light he can?t see. He can?t see anything. Feelings he can?t comprehend. He can?t hear anything. Eternity stretches away in a heartbeat. He has seen Truth, beautiful, disturbing Truth. He hears a call from beyond nothingness. No. He doesn?t want to go back. A swirl of colours streak towards him, enveloping, bathing him. A sound breaks in his ears, a sweet, regretful sound. It is the renewed pulse of blood in his veins. Blood music ? the sound of his rebirth. He can feel it rejuvenating his aching body, flushing death from his body and leaving life in its path. It is warm, thick. He eagerly embraces it. He finds himself locked away in a white room. Still strapped to a table. Still a suicide risk. His blood feels sluggish in his body, yearning to be free. He places the tip of his tongue between the top and bottom front teeth, and bites down. It is freed. December 1st. Great Acres Pyschiatric Institute is the site of a bloodbath. 8 dead, most of the staff injured. A Isaac Freeman disappeared. All that staff can remember is a ?swirl of red.? Thanks for reading, and please join! [CENTER]"The End is very, [I]very[/I] Nigh." [SIZE=1]- Reverend Smith of Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrows, New York, January 28th[/SIZE][/CENTER]

Warning: these questions are not for the faint of mind. I was wandering around the net today, and came across this question, put forward by Einstein. It's a pure logic questin, but took me a couple of hours to complete. I would suggest you sending me any answers by PM so I can say if they're right or not. [B]Einstein's Riddle[/B] 1. In a street there are five houses, painted five different colours. 2. In each house lives a person of different nationality 3. These five homeowners each drink a different kind of beverage, smoke different brand of cigar and keep a different pet. [B]Who owns the fish? [/B] Facts: 1. The Brit lives in a red house. 2. The Swede keeps dogs as pets. 3. The Dane drinks tea. 4. The Green house is on the left of the White house. 5. The owner of the Green house drinks coffee. 6. The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds. 7. The owner of the Yellow house smokes Dunhill. 8. The man living in the centre house drinks milk. 9. The Norwegian lives in the first house. 10. The man who smokes Blends lives next to the one who keeps cats. 11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill. 12. The man who smokes Blue Master drinks beer. 13. The German smokes Prince. 14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house. 15. The man who smokes Blends has a neighbour who drinks water Also, here are a few slightly less intense (but much more obscure) lateral thinking questions. 1) Why are 1992 dollar coins worth more than 1991 dollar coins? 2) Romeo and Juliet lay in the middle of the floor. Romeo is dead and Juliet is gasping for breath. There is a puddle on the floor, and some glass. On a high window, a cat watches. What happened? 3) A man is slumping in a phone box. The windows to either side of him are shattered and his hands are bleeding. What happened? 4) By adding 1 line, make 10 10 11 into 10:50 Post if you like them or not

Uhh...Hi, guys. This is my First RP, so forgive me if this isn;t up to scratch, and I'll change it however you want Name: Akalash Age: 26 Gender: Male Race: Angel of Heaven Personality: Quiet and gentle, Akalash exudes a sense of calm and compassion where ever he goes, although he is also covered with a slight pall of regret, longing and sadness. He is a being of few words, normally comforting, and takes simple pleasures from a person's laughter, or a summer's day. He has a hidden softness towards the Angels of Hell, and will normally seek to redeem them and general act as a moral compass for them. Saying this, however, he loves all living hings, and will protect them however he can. Appearance: Akalash is, at first glance, wholly unremarkable. Standing at around 5'11" with a mop of brown hair and soft brown eyes, he carries himself easily, calmly, as if he knows exactly how many steps it will take to get him somewhere. However, on closer inspection you find he is truly unique. His right arm is carried in a sling and wrapped in bandages; thick scars run up his chest and terminate on his neck; the wings that stretch from his back are twisted, one broken and the other bent and he walks with a slight limp. This gives him a kind of humble regality, pathetic grandure. He normally dresses simply, brown trousers, green shirt and a dark brown greatcoat covering it all (his sling-bound arm resting inside of it). Element: Mist Abilities: [I]Guardian[/I]: This a powerful responisibility that has been on Akalash's shoulders from the day he was born. He is the Protector and Preserver of all life, whether it be human, Angel or beast. This gives him great strength and speed when protecting the lives of others, and his very skin can deflect the blows of weapons (swords have been seen to shatter againsthis body, leaving him unharmed). However, this comes with a price: He cannot directly and knowingly harm any living creature, or through inaction allow a creature to come to harm. [I]Burdened One[/I]: As his role of Preserver and Protect, he gains the power to take the wounds and illness of others unto himself, effectively healing them instantly. Weaponary: None (why harm others when you can help them?) Bio: Akalash was born with twisted, bent wings, crippled and slightly pathetic by the views of both Heaven and Hell. He spends most of his time working with humans (especially those down on their luck) and tends to almost shun the company of other angels of either persuasion, through fear of intimidation or teasing. His mother and father were very supportive of him in his early life, but have since moved on from Ravelon, leaving Akalash to fend for himself since the age of 15. He stayed because he felt he could help the flawed humans, lead them away from an unrighteous path and to a age of peace (being the idealistic creature he is).

Umm...hi, guys. I've been watching this board for a little bit, and I just decided to actually join. I've never actually made an RP before, but I've been writing for a long time and I've been into anime for quite a bit. So...uh...here's the idea 'Twelve Sign Story' In essence, this is a Samurai RPG, with a story based around the old legends of the Eastern Zodiac (Horse, Dog, Rabbit etc.). I wanted this to be fairly realistic (if not historically accurate), but I hit a snag. I've got the full story worked out (I'm probably going to make it into a manga), so I was wondering if I could fudge the story into "mangas," little episodes in the story, so I can more easily manage the plot and such. Would this work? Could I please get some inset? Thanks.