Darth Vectis

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Carthage Caznim [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B] Age:[/B] 131 [B] Faction:[/B] Black Falcon [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/guys200.jpg] Carthage. [/URL] [B]Race:[/B] Demon, Ashrak: Ashrak demons are known for their humanoid look, but they only look human from a distant. If you get close enough, you?ll see the similarities stop there. Ashraks skin tends to be charcoal black and they have burning red eyes, they have long fangs that sometimes hang over the sides of their lips. [B] Personality:[/B] Due to the nature of his race, Carthage remains unfeeling and distant. He keeps his focus on what his mission is and lets nothing distract him. He also hardly reflects any emotion in his face, remaining stoned face at all times and keeping cool and calm so he can think rationally and quickly in dire situations. [B]Weapons/Abilities:[/B] Carthage uses a wide variaty of knives and daggers, changing them everytime he does a knew job, except for one 17 inch dagger called Stiehl. It goes with him every where, Carthage is better known for his speed and reflexes and his effective killing techniques of combing swift blows to soft or vital areas and his natural speed. [B]Snippet:[/B] The wind blew hard against the destroyed land, the broken banners flapped nosily in the wind. The ground charred and burnt horribly from the constant fighting, corpses lay about the ground, some already just bones in armor or in simple cloth. All the bones had either been bleached from the sun or black from a recent attack of magic fire. Carthage enjoyed every second of traveling through this wasteland, the moon covered by clouds in the night. His natural skin color giving him the perfect camouflage, his clothes did the same, except for the blood red color that was threaded into it as well. His eyes searching through the darkness quickly, looking for his target, the enemy camp that he was sent to find and to eliminate a commander. These were the missions he thrived on; the camp would most likely be heavily guarded and nearly impossible for any normal person to get into it. But, then again, he wasn?t a normal person. He was and Ashrak demon and his speed alone would almost guarantee his entrance and exit. But the mission of assassinating the commander would demand his skills alone he smiled at how this might prove to be a challenge. He smiled in a wicked way when he spotted the camp from a far, the fires burning brightly and the soldiers all were visible. It was lightly garrisoned, looked more like a raiding crew then a sign that more were on the way. He moved quickly and silently to a nearby tree, he climbed up as quietly and moved along the branches in a crouched position. He moved to the edge of a thick branch and hid carefully behind the leaves. He peaked out from behind the thick cover and looked around, he saw two guards right of the bat, he then looked harder and could see the tent the commander was in, eating a large meal by himself while the guards stood idle outside his tent. Carthage smirked and waited for a few moments, he watched the guards patrol patterns and saw that two guards passed right under the tree he was concealed in. This gave him a good opportunity, he waited for the guards to pass again and drew a nine inch dagger from his belt and waited a second longer for the guards to be positioned right. When he saw they were spaced properly he dropped from his position and stabbed his dagger through the guards back into his left lung. He leaped off the guards back and landed on the other guard, also stabbing him through his back into his right lung this time. He back flipped and turned quickly and stabbed the previous guard in the throat, he fell over dead. Carthage whipped around again and lunged at the injured guard and stabbed him through his heart, slicing through his coronary artery, killing him instantly. Carthage sheathed his dagger quickly and dragged the bodies up into the tree, propping them up so they wouldn?t fall over and would remain invisible to other guards. He dropped from the tree once more and drew the same dagger. He got low and traveled in the shadows, inching his way closer to the commander?s tent and getting ever closer to completing his mission. And in no time, he was right on the side of the tent, the commanders back facing this side. The guards at the front at back of the tent never knew he was there; he inserted his dagger through the material of the tent and slowly dragged it down the side of the tent, cutting open a nice hole for him. He quietly stepped in through the hole; he made his way to the commander and prepared to end his life. Carthage took his knife and stabbed it through the back of his neck, cutting his spinal cord in half and sent the blade all the way through to the other side. The man stopped dead and dropped greatly, Carthage pulled his blade out and went out the way he came, he then made his way to the weapons storage tent and went inside. Noticing that there were no guards at this tent. He then took several different weapons, all of them small enough to carry but looked valuable enough to make the camp think someone looted them and killed the commander. He exited the tent then left the immediate area of the camp; he went out several yards then placed each weapon on a corpse. Doing what he could to make it looked damaged from the battle. When he finished he went back to the camp, finishing the set up of a hit and run scenario. None of the guards survived that night, he killed the last one just as easily as the first. He wiped the blood on the guards cloak and sheathed it. He let out a deep breathe and started his trip home, he spoke to himself as he headed home. [B] ?That was fun. Hopefully the army that will arrive in a few days will assume it was a hit and run. But if they don?t, they?ll assume some other faction killed the camp and took what weapons they thought were good to use.?[/B] Carthage smiled and chuckled as he shifted through the shadows.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Pe Ell walked through the street casually, Stiehl was gently rubbing up against his thigh as he walked. The streets were poorly lit at night in this city, but Pe Ell didn't care, his eyes let him see very well in the darkness, even in the areas with the lowest levels of light. His eyes never strayed from the path a head of him, the darkness never frightened him and that was because he was what people feared coming out of the darkness. He continued with his slow pace towards a couple of guards. Guards that watched the gate that lead to the Colusiem prisons. Pe Ell gave his lopsided smile as he approched the unsuspecting guards. He saw them far before they saw him, and he wanted to make sure they saw him. He moved into the light and the guards readied themselves at the sighting of him. [B] "Who are you?"[/B] One of the guards shouted at him, Pe Ell drew closer to them. Standing only about two feet away from them. [B] "My name is not important to you, all that is important is that you need to work on your patrols. Four men per patrol and having three check points really is quiet pathetic when the men can't even defend themselves from a man like me."[/B] The guards looked at him with awe and fear. [B] "What did you do?"[/B] Pe Ell gave his empty smile again. [B] "I killed them."[/B] The guards eyes widened with surpirse he would admit it, and terror because he had killed three patrols. [B] "All twelve of them?"[/B] Pe Ell nodded, the guards stood there, not knowing what to do. Pe Ell observed the look on their faces and the emotions they were experiencing, he spoke up after they were unable to say anything. [B] "Take me to the Colusiem prison, level onel."[/B] [B] "Killing twelve people won't get you to level one. It will get you to level two at best."[/B] Pe Ell sighed and spoke to them again. [B] "Listen, I have killed over 200 people in the past two years alone. And these are my slow years. Now, let me into to level one. Or, i'll let myself in and leave your corpses here for the birds to feed on."[/B] The gurds jumped at this and quickly opened the door. Pe Ell walked in slowly, smiling to himself as the darkness engulfed him.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Pe Ell (That really is his name.) [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] Pe Ell looks a little bit gaunt with pale skin, short brown hair and a rather gangly body. And he really doesn't look all that fantastic, you could really say he looks like an average joe. He's about 5'10" with a slightly lopsided smile, hawk like nose and green eyes that are always filled with confidence. He wears dark green shirt and black pants, with hard toed boots with a metal stud on the heel, he is also a rather lean size, but still having a threatening feeling about him. He keeps Stiehl in a sheath that is under his pants, only the handle is ever visable, and thats only if he lets you see it. [B]Personality: [/B]Pe Ell is a very carefree man, not carefree as in no problems in the world. But as in he really doesn't care about a damn thing, he views every life as his and that he is the only one who can take it. Otherwise he isn't emotional at all, he smiles and shows facial expressions of emotions but he doesn't feel them. Its just a show put on for others to think he is really a human, by emotional standards. He is also very arrogant, believing he is the best and always will be. That he can do everything by himself with only his trusty 12 inch dagger called Stiehl. And he always looks down on people, especially opponents, he never underestimates them but always regards them as nothing more then a waste of space. [B]Level:[/B] One [B]Reason for being in the Colusiem:[/B] Pe Ell is in there for one reason, and one reason only. Because he is bored of killing regular people in secret and wants everyone to see that he is the best.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]A young man stood in the danger room, looking around at the emptiness of this enormous room. Wondering how this could provide any challenge, and why it was called the "Danger Room". He twirled ever so slowly to get the full view of his new environment, a second after he had finished his viewing a man in a wheel chair appeared from behind. He pushed the lever on his chair until he was on the youth?s right side. [B] "Ready to go, Peter?"[/B] Xavier said as he looked up to the unusually tall youth, he was only seventeen and he already stood at a height of 6"8'. He had short brown hair, almost like a crew cut and a stern face. His eyes were a dark green and definition and tone of his muscles could be seen easily with fair skin. Peter smiled gently and nodded his head. [B] "Yes Professor."[/B] Xavier couldn't even tell that Peter was from Russia; his American accent was very good. Peter looked straight ahead, and then a coat of metal started to spread across his skin. At the same time he started to grow in size and mass. His muscles growing bigger, his height increasing as did his weight. The organic metal soon engulfed his entire body, he then looked to the Professor and the Professor signaled for it to start. Peter took off into the training program. Right away, small groups of robots appeared and tried to form a barrier, he just bulldozed through the machines. Ripping them apart as they tried to pierce his metallic body and failed. Soon the robots found that trying to block him would do nothing, so they then proceeded to fight in more strategic matter. As did Peter. He started to grab robot pieces and either used them to smash others with them or hurling them at the groups. Eventually, hordes of bots began to appear, all of them focusing on brining him down. The massive groups then leaped on top of him, trying to use their collective weight to push him to the floor. He started to give under the weight, then with a powerful push. He launched all of the bots off of him, sending them flying off in different directions, all of them smashing into the ground. Parts being spewed every where. More robots began to appear, picking up the parts from the others and using them as weapons. Peter readied himself for the growing numbers of the robots; he looked through the numbers, thinking of something to eliminate the numbers quickly. The collective began to move in on him. Peter looked to the floor and saw what he was going to do; all he had to do now was wait a few more seconds. The robots moved in quicker, trying to end this quickly and to finish off this lone defender. They soon entered Peters designated area. And in a split second, he smashed the ground in front of him and sent a tidal wave of metal hurdling towards the rows of bots. The robots lost their footing and all of them flew into the air, or tumbled to the ground, or were smashed by another. Peter soon stood alone in the room, facing a pile of scrap and broken pieces. The training exercise ended and the metal was re-absorbed into his skin and his body returned to his normal state. Xavier wheeled up to him, a smile on his face. Peter turned to face him. [B] "Excellent, Peter. Now, it is time to see how you fair against yourself."[/B] Peter looked at him questionable then looked into the room. Out of the shadows of the room, a figure appeared, it looked exactly like Peter. Peter?s organic steel began to engulf his body; the doppelganger did it as well. Peter then started to strafe to his right, his look alike did the same. Peter waited to see what the doppelganger would do, but all it did was follow his moves. Just mimicking his exact movements, but he continued to wait; thinking the look alike wouldn't have the same patients as he had. And soon enough, the doppelganger charge him. Peter readied himself for the charge, the look alike soon hit him with such force that Peter flew across the training room. He felt the blow even through his steel covering; he stood up and looked for his look alike quickly. He was several yards away, reading for another attack. Peter quickly devised a plan to knock this foe down, it came to him quickly and was easy to execute. He waits for the doppelganger to charge first, and then Peter followed. These two giants heading straight for one another, the doppelganger had his body leaning down. While Peter was running normally, when they were within reaching distance of each other, the look alike was low and ready to take out his waist. Peter had pushed off from the ground and went for the neck, his legs were clear off the ground and he was horizontal in the air. He brought his left arm around the look likes neck and effectively pulled the doppelganger to the ground. He quickly jumped onto of it and started smashing his fists into the look likes face, mutilating the metal on its face. The look likes face soon was denting in, the metal scraping away with each blow, growing closer to the flesh underneath. He continued to pound, even after he had reached the flesh and has scraped that away as well. He found more metal underneath the flesh; the machines gave way to Peter?s strength and crumbled. The bot stopped moving all together. Peter stood up and re-absorbed the metal, and went to normal size. Xavier wheeled up to him; the smile grew a bit bigger on his face. He nodded his head to Peter. [B]"Welcome to the X-Men, Colossus."[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Hello, I just wanted to say that my post might be few. And that is because I am trying out for football this year and the practice schedule will absorb pretty much my entire day for the rest of school and everyday of summer except for the first week. I just wanted to warn you a head of time. Thank you for taking the time to read this and thank you for your understanding. ~Sin[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Zankuo Rashna (zAn-coo, rAsh-nah) [B]Age:[/B] 32 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B] Appearance:[/B] Zankuo stands at a height of 5?10" and has a lean build, he has long, black spiked hair that comes to mid-back. He wears a black trench coat with a black, long sleeve shirt the image of his magic rune stitched into the back with silver thread, it is nothing but show. He also wears black hard toed boots with a small spike stud on each heel, he has black pants that are slightly baggy and have several pockets on them, large and small. His eyes are dark blue and his face is slightly rough from years of fighting and from age, his features remain dull since he hardly shows emotion. Maybe cracking a smile every once, maybe a dark chuckle here and there but other wise his face remains blank and rather harsh. [B]Weapon of Choice:[/B] He uses a single broadsword called Dreadnaught, nothing really spectacular about it. The handle is tattered and ripped, and looks as if it will fall apart if uses at all. But it has held up for several years, but the blade itself, looks very new and as if it has never been used or tasted blood. [B]Magic:[/B] Silver, Zankuo utilizes his magic through the rune on his back and his blade. The rune on his back it was allows him to use the power, while his blade, which is for lesser concentration of the magic, or his hands, for pure concentration of the magic, allows him the channel the power into other people and manipulate their minds and soul. [B] Personality:[/B] Zankuos personality is greatly affected by the rune on his back, because of it he is cold and straight forward. Always doing what is needed to be done, even if it what other people believe is immoral or wrong. And since Silver magic requires that he have cold determination to power it, he always aims for the target. Not caring what the odds are or if the opponent is out of his league in strength or strategy. Always looking at the prize. But, whenever a challenge comes his way, he faces it without fear and without hesitation. He is also never afraid to take advantage of an opponent?s weakness, whether it is a physical weakness, such as an old injury, or weak joints. Of if it is an emotional weakness, such as a loved one or something precious to the challenger. [B] History/Character Snippet:[/B] Zankuo walked the streets of Faboy, his hair lightly swaying side to side, his boots thudding loudly on the stone sidewalk. Dreadnaught was at his side, swaying lightly with him. His hands were clenched in fist and his face was stone hard, as usual, and he kept to his target. Passing by people, some ignoring him like he did them, some saying hello and getting no response. Some even asked for money, but he blew them off like the rest. The fact was, he didn?t care about these people, whatever problems they had, whatever delusions they had that made them think he would say hi or give them money. He didn?t care what ever happened to them, he was focused on his target, and nothing, was going to get in his way. He could feel the rune on his back, starting to generate magic, it coursed through him like his own blood. He was use to the magic moving through his veins, to him, it was just something that was part of him now. And he used it to his full advantage, using his magic to control others for his needs and the needs his mission required. He moved swiftly and with purpose to a near by club that was active at this time. Zankuos target was in that club, just waiting to be killed. He soon arrived to the main door and knocked hard and steadily. And man opened a small sliding hatch and looked out at Zankuo. The man behind the door looked at him up and down as much as the sliding door would let him. He then looked him in the face, Zankuos eyes were piercing and harsh. His eyes flickered with the magic inside of his body, then disappeared instantly. The man behind the door wasn?t sure what he saw, but he still didn?t like the man he was facing. He then spoke in raspy voice. [B] ?What?s the password??[/B] Zankuo brought to fingers up to the sliding door and sent his magic straight from his fingers into the mans eyes. They seeped right into his skull and wrapped itself around his mind, Zankuo could feel that it was an easy manipulation. He then spoke to his new puppet. [B] ?Open the door.?[/B] The man complied without a word, the door swung gently open and Zankuo walked right in. The man watching him with dead eyes, Zankuo looked around the club, it was deserted except for a few people sitting at some tables talking gently amongst themselves. All of them looked like rich, snobby, and corrupted, they cared nothing for what went on outside of their false sense of security. Zankuo looked to his mind dead puppet, and spoke to him again. [B] ?Where is Lord Raze??[/B] The man pointed to a set of stairs that lead up to a loft just above the people who were talking. Zankuo looked to the stairs and nodded, he then looked back to the man. [B] ?Now, go outside. And die.?[/B] The man complied, he went outside, closing the door behind him. He then dropped dead in a heap, Zankuo proceeded to the stairway that lead to the Lord. The soon to be dead Lord, that is, he kept his pace steady and his eyes on the stairs. Not letting the fact that his kill was near effect him in anyway. He steadily walked up the stairs and made his way to the loft. His arm resting on the handle of Dreadnaught. His face cold. He made it to the top of the stairway and approached the man sitting alone. Zankuo approached him without caring if he had guards nearby, he came over to his table and seated himself in front of him. Raze looking at him with cold eyes. Then went back to his food. [B] ?What can I do for you Zankuo?? [/B]He said has he popped a grape into his mouth, Zankuo looking at Razes food, then to Raze. [B] ?You should watch what you eat. A lot of people don?t like you that could be poisoned.?[/B] Raze kept eating, popping grapes and other small fruits into his mouth. Wiping his mouth and hands occasionally, waiting for Zankuo to answer. Zankuo soon complied with what he need to do. [B] ?I?ve heard about an unusual pair has fled from a prison in the Wastelands, where are they??[/B] Raze looked up at him from his food, Zankuo could see the question had hit a certain spot in his memory. Something he was not willing to tell, Zankuo let one of his dark smiles spread across his face. He then started to collect some of the purest form of his magic into his hand. His hand slowly starting to tingle and the tingle grew into an even stronger tingle, until he thought it was sufficient. He brought his hand up and unleashed his magic, it streamed out in a vibrant silver stream. It had this color because he wished it did, so that Raze could see the magic enter every orifice of his skull. This purer concentration took control almost instantly, with minor resistance. Zankuo spoke to him again, his smile gone. [B] ?Where are they?? [/B]Raze answered without hesitation. [B] ?I don't know. But i've heard they are going to Barjix.?[/B] Zankuo hit his clenched fist on the and growled. ?[B]Dammit![/B]? He turned to Raze again, his face was dark, lined with anger and darkness. His magic slowly fading, until it coursed no more. He stood up from his chair and looked down at Raze. [B] ?I hope you enjoy the sever mind **** you are experiencing, because it will be the last time I let you live. Understand, Lord Raze??[/B] Raze nodded his head, he responded in a dead tone. [B] ?Yes, Zankuo.?[/B] And with one final twist of his hand, the magic left his mind and went streaming back to Zankuo. He turned away and went back down the stairs, through the tables of people and out the door. Finding the door man dead on the ground. He kicked his limp body as he started to walk out of the city, welled up in his own frustration. He was now heading back to where he started, back to Barjix, where he had started. Off to finish his job, and get his reward.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Carthage listened to the call and waited a moment; he then walked up to Switch with his face held up in the air. He unbuttoned his coat, revealing his worn armor and tossed it on to Switch, he then walked over to the portal and turned to face Switch, he pointed at him with the index finger with the blue metal in it. [B] "Don't ruin that coat, if I find it with any tears of scratches. I'm taking it out of your hide, got it?" [/B]Switch raised and eyebrow at him, obviously not feeling threatened at all by Carthage. Carthage then pulled both stunners from his cracked his neck, he then quickly moved through the shimmering light. He kept his gaze forward, not letting the thousands of stars distract him. He kept his focus on the exit, keeping his mind clear and his stunners gripped tightly in his hands. He could feel the weight of time pushing down on him and the force that pushed on his body. He knew his body could only take a few more minutes of this pressure. But, lucky him, he came to the exit of the time rift and exited into the prehistoric world. He breathed harshly as he kept himself walking and his stunners gripped, one pointing forward and the other to the right. His training from the war kept him going and on his feet. He soon realized the large creature coming at Dogarta and Axel. He yelled at them as he held up one stunner. [B] "Move!"[/B] His weapon then released a bluish white energy blast that hit the creature dead on. It groaned but continued to move towards them, Carthage growled and held up both stunners. Releasing a few more shots, the creature groaned louder and toppled over. Axel and Dogarta stood there for a few seconds with their eyes wide, the Dogarta came over and hit him. [B] "What the hell are you doing? You just killed a dinosaur! You might have just permantly altered the time line!"[/B] Carthage growled at him. [B] "Relax, its not dead." "Not dead? Look at it! Its laying lifeless on the ground, and you killed it!"[/B] Carthage held up his weapon. [B] "This is a Stunner. It does exactly what the name implys. We Wraith like to eat our prey while it is still alive, they last longer if they are needed to be put into storage. It only looks dead, in about six hours it will come back around, considering how many times I had to shoot it."[/B] Carthage then walked passed him and to Axel grabbing his shoulder. [B] "Now, you and I need to set up a perimeter so that this doesn't happen again. You take the west and I'll go east. And take this."[/B] Carthage handed him his other stunner. [B] "We don't need the timeline changed because we killed one of these behemoth creatures."[/B] Axel nodded and Carthage turned back to Dogarta, he pointed at him. [B] "You wait for the others, call them up and tell them to hurry up. We can't waste to much time in the open like this. More of these, dinosaurs, might spot us or even the person we are hunting might find us and send his lackeys after us. Lets move."[/B] Carthage took of in his direction, Axel going off the way he was told to. Carthage held his stunner tight and at the ready, if he saw it move he would shoot it. His eyes searched swiftly through the trees and shrubs. His nose sniffing the air constantly. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B]Xedath Savage (Zed-Eth) [B]Age: [/B]32 [B]Sex:[/B] Male [B]Alliance:[/B] Light [B]Hometown:[/B] Belladure [B]Weapon(s): [/B]Daggers are his specialty; he has two mounted on each side. And another tucked into his sash along with a nifty little wrist blade that is about ten inches long and is activated through a small, complicated system of gears and springs when his hand is held a certain way. He also likes to use a crossbow that is small enough to put on his back and carry around. [B]Gift: [/B]Xedath?s gift is rather unique in the fact that it is not an unnatural thing, but how he can manipulate the adrenal glands inside of his body. Making him faster, stronger, more alert and giving most people the effect that he is invulnerability. But really he just can?t feel it. And the aftermath leaves him drained and feeling some what weak. [B] Biography:[/B] Xedath is actually an assassin that belongs to both sides, but he likes to align himself with the light side, since he grew up in a religious community he became an assassin for the radical religious groups for both sides. He was but a child when the revolution happened and it was enough to affect him mentally for the rest of his life. When he saw people murdered for the beliefs of each side and for power, he thought he could cash in on this and also do something to speed up the process of one side taking the other. But, what also helped him decide his profession was his unusual ability to pump his adrenaline into his body by choice. This also meant he could control it when under extreme conditions, which made him that much better at what he does. To this day he practices his dagger skills, crossbow aim and uses his ability to control his adrenaline so that he can go longer with more pumping through him. He always says that, ?You can never be too good at what you do.? [B]Personality:[/B] Xedath is generally cold and likes to keep to himself but when he gets pulled into a conversation he become the life of the party and rather carefree. He lets nothing get him down and always sees the silver lining. And because of his age he knows quiet a bit and never with holds information if it can serve another better then himself. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/wallpaper_1280.jpg] Xedath. [/URL] Xedath?s clothes are reversible, so one side is white for the light side of the world. And the other is black for the other side of the world [B] Character Snippet: [/B]The sun shined brightly in the land of the light, the grass swaying in the wind and the people roamed around. All off to do something that was important to them, Xedath doing the same. His cowl over his face as he pushed through the crowd, lightly touching shoulders as he made his way to a bell tower. He came up to the entry way of it and started to climb the stair way. He reached the top and perched himself on top of a protruding piece of wood. He stood on top of it as he watched a man walk back and forth on top of a platform that was used for hanging people. He was ranting about how they had just hung traitors if the land of light and how that if anymore are found, they should be reported and sent to be hanged. Xedath watched for high up, watching his target walked back and forth and the two men that stood near by. The bell in the tower rang, and Xedath vanished. He was on the ground, slowly approaching the platform, lightly pushing people out of the way. He slowly picked up his pace, going from a walk, to a faster walk, then to a jog. He pushed people harder with each increase speed; the men just realized he was coming when he was coming up the steps. Xedath grabbed the crossbow from his back and quickly shot one of the guards through the chest. The next guard swung at him and Xedath avoided it in time. He then quickly used one of the launcher pieces on the crossbow to stab the man through his side. He quickly ran up the mans body as he was falling over and leaped into the air, he flicked his wrist in mid-air and his wrist blade appeared. Xedath?s main target was in the process of pulling out his sword when Xedath came down on him, his blade going through his neck. Slicing open his jugular, he pulled his blade out and closing the dead mans eyes. Xedath suddenly heard more men coming and leaped off the platform and bolted off down a street, soldiers following him close behind. He made a swift left turn and ran up a small set of stairs and ran up a wall, grabbing on to anything protruding from the wall that would help him get to the roof. He then started to run across the roves of the buildings, the soldiers still on the ground. He jumped from roof top to roof top until he reached the center of the town and jumped off the roof. He landed on a passing civilian and continued to run, he pushed a man out of the way and stopped, he found himself in front of a pair of large wooden doors. He turned around and saw a line of soldiers, their swords drawn. Xedaths face remained blank as he faced the men, only the lower half of his face was exposed to the sun. The doors behind him suddenly opened and large group of priests in white walked out of the church. Passing by Xedath without a second look, in a matter of moments, Xedath had disappeared. Leaving the soldiers stumped as he maneuvered his way around the soldiers and priests and leaving the town. Xedath rode out of the city on a horse he had, commendered, from a near by stable. Ridding for an hour back to his home, Belladure, shortly after he arrived he was handed a letter from one of the priests that raised him and that he worked for. He opened the letter carefully and started to read it, he found it talked somthing of the next revolution. The last revolution. He smiled from under his hood, closing the letter once more and tucking it into his sash. He went back to his home in the town and did what normal people did, eat, drink, bath and relax. He would leave in the morning, to do what he did best.[/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1] OOC: There you go Pumpkin. Fixed it. If anythign else needs changeing, just pm me.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Carthage observed the eating style of Nate, how he used his hands instead of the metal utensils that were given to him. He kpet his face straight and emotionless, keeping his lips together and his hands in his lap. He could tell that Joseph was rather adventuers and that Dogarta, even for being a diplomat in another life time, was rather uncomfortable with the silence. And, Axels eating habits, would probably be something rather intereting. Judging by his attitude by the food court. Carthage looked to Dogarata and spoke up, answering his question. [B] "I really don't, what did you say, uh, 'Luck with women.' And that is beside the obvious look of me, it is also because we Wraith really don't have a sex drive really, like any of you." [/B]Nate looked up from his food, his eyes wide in surprise. [B] "Really? Thats got to suck!"[/B] He exclaimed, Carthage just strugged. [B] "Not really. Since I do not lust for flesh like any of you do sometimes, I can focus more on my research or my work on my ship."[/B] Axel raised an eyebrow, Carthage looked over at him. Then turned away, stone facing it again. [B] "Research? I thought you were just an engineer, what else do you know?"[/B] Carthage turned to him once more. [B] "I am a scientist as well as being an engineer." "Wow, you must have nothing to do if you can have two professions."[/B] Carthage shook his head. [B] "Not at all. My races lives for a long time, so I always have more time on my hands. Learning science was just a little bit of my brain power put to use." "What kind of science?"[/B] Dogarta said, sounding rather interested now. Carthage changed his gaze to him. [B] "Biology and Quantum Physics. Took me about a hundred years to learn it all, but it was worth it." "Hmmm, thats interesting."[/B] He heard Dogarta say, Carthage looked away from him and stared off again. He then turned to the panel and started to search through, he knew what he was looking for would not be there. And he was glad it wasn't when he had finished his search, he turned his gaze away and stared off once more. Axel nugged him with his elbow, Carthage looked at him. [B] "You getting anything?"[/B] Carthage looked away again and spoke. [B] "I'm not hungry, I ate before I got here." "What did ya eat?" "Not something you would want to hear or see."[/B] Carthage then suddenly took a deep whif of the air, his nose lifting up into the air. Then setting back to his normal spot. [B] "Someone new has arrived."[/B] Joseph looked away from the screen at Carthage. [B] "How can you tell?"[/B] Carthage pointed to the slits on his face. [B] "Have good oldfactory sense. Have to be able to hunt my food in any light or enviornment."[/B] Carthage went back to his stare and Joseph went back to asking Dogarta about what to eat. Carthage waited patiently to see what new being was being introduced into this interesting experiment.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroth groaned as Aeris was starting to calm down, he walked over to Lokin and pulled him farther away from Aeris. [B] "Can we stop with this bullshit? I'm tired of pretending of being afraid of this child and always calming her down so that she doesn't throw a tantrum. I feel the taint of good everytime I do something kind like that." [/B]Lokin looked at him then to Aeris, then back to Azuroth. [B] "We need to keep it up for a little longer, she has the stone of the Begotten land and we need to power from there to do any kind of damage to this world."[/B] Azuroth growled then let out a loud huff. [B] "Fine, we'll continue with this sherad. Can I at least take down this barrier so it doesn't hinder our progress."[/B] Lokin waved his hand. [B] "Alright, but do it quick."[/B] Azuroth cracked his neck and walked out a few yards, away from Lokin and past Aeris. Her anger was starting to rise again. [B] "What the fuck are you doing?"[/B] She yelled, Azuroth turned around. [B] "Doing what you can't."[/B] He turned back around held up his left arm, the daggertail pushed its way through his hand and slither to the ground. [B] "Now do your part and I'll do mine."[/B] He whispered to his weapon, he closed his eyes and started to whisper unknown words, while his daggertail lifted from the ground and shifted from side to side. As if looking for something in the empty space in front of them. Then suddenly, the tip of the weapon stalled and focused on one point. It then shot out into the space and punctuered a hole into the air. Azuroths words started to grow faster in pace and the daggertail seemed to go deeper and deeper with each word. Until finally, his words halted and the weapon ceased in its activities. The whole weapon stiffened into a full blade and he grabbed it with his bare hand, a burst of green energy shot through the weapon and spread across the area in front of him. Making cracks in the air in front of him, he waited for a second to see that the cracks had spread far enough. He then stiffened his grip on the blade and twisted it with a firm grunt, it turned like a key and the area with the green cracks shattered. The pieces fele to the ground then vanished. His weapon retracted back into his arm and he looked at his hand, blood flowed freely. He smiled and closed his fist. He turned back and walked to Lokin. He stopped right next to him and turned to face him. He looked at him straight in the face. [B] "The way is open. Now lets get this shit over with."[/B] Lokin smiled in his wicked way. [B] "That seemed over done a bit."[/B] Azuroth smiled in a twisted manor. [B] "I could of just slashed it, but had to show the girl why these runes were on my body. That I am not some puppet to be used by a child."[/B] He said as he waited for Aeris to present the stone.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Carthage observed the others carfully, he had seen pieces of there personality at this time. But he was still unsure of them, especially after seeing abilities being demonstrated by everyone. Axels lighting fast speed, Josephs arcing lighting, and Dogartas wealth of knowledge. The only one still a mystery to him was Nate, all Carthage could see on him was that he was a bit larger then the rest of the humanoids. And seem to float as he walked on this ship. He needed to learn a bit more about them before he instill trust. Axel caught him while he was still deep in his current thought, he had missed the question, Carthage lifted his head to looked at him. [B] "Huh? what was that?"[/B] Axel repeated the question again, his voice still calm. [B] "So with Switch talking to you like that, must mean your job must have been engineering for your races ships."[/B] Carthage looked at him dully, like he was saying nothing. [B] "Well, that depends on what you call a job. Is a job something you get paid to do it or are forced into doing it." "Paid."[/B] Axel and Nate said at the same time, they looked at each other then back at Carthage. [B] "Then I wasn't doing a job. I was forced into my profession, it has severed me well. But not as well as I have hoped, unfortunetly."[/B] Axel raised an eyebrow at the end of that sentence. [B] "Not as well as you hoped? That doesn't sounds good, what is that suppose to mean?"[/B] Carthage looked around a bit, checking faces and seeing what emotions were visible. He didn't want to give any details until he kenw these people better. [B] "Lets just say I have had to do some terrible things and I regret every single one of them. And unlike Dogarta, Axel and Joesph here, I am far from being a hero. Just another being in the universe trying to survive in his galaxy."[/B] He rolled his shoulders and thought of another question that need to be asked. [B] "Well, since I know that all of you cannot be from Earth. Or that you are all human, I guess the next best question to ask is, what is your race like and how long have you been around?"[/B] Carthage looked to Nate. [B] "After we hear about Nate, of course."[/B] Carthage waited to see what Nates story would be, and what they all would say.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Artifical light filtered through the webbing of the hive ship, spots dotted the humans face inside of the cages of organic bars. The ship was always busy, no matter what time of day or night. Someone was working on something or the screams of humans being fed on kept Carthage up, and only him. His eyes ever searching in the sleeping chamber. His mind listening to the other Wraith speaking to one another, saying where they were going next and how many would be needed for the next Culling. Carthages ship had been found about 3 weeks ago by a passing Wraith ship, they thought they were catching another human, but they found only Carthage. And because he was Wraith from an outwards appearance, they accepted him into their ship, no questions asked. Carthage had kept to himself the entire time, trying to avoid feeding on humans that he saw in the holding cages. Carthage was now in the sleeping quarters, his arms held to his body, protecting his chest. It was Wraith instinct. [B] "Its time for me to leave. To save time. Ha, my race save time. How ironic."[/B] He sat up from his bed and swung his legs over the side and rubbed his forehead and sighed. He got up from his bed and head over to the cleansing unit, cleaning off the stench of the ship and of the night terrors that have haunted him ever since he got on this ship. The only thing he was happy to get on this ship were the letters from the Time Lords. The latest letter he had recieved was from someone named "Switch", he thought it was odd to be called Switch. But, him having a name at all was abnormal. Since Wraith didn't have names, none of them needed them. Communication was solely through telepathy, and the channels were very open. As in, anyone could listen if they were in range of the signal. Carthage heard everything the talked about, even about who they were killing. He finished using the cleansing unit and strapped on the armor he was found in, the armor he used during the great war against the humanoids two thousand years ago. The armor was a light black color that covered his torso only and pants that hugged his legs, it also came with two arms bands that started from his wrist and ended half way up his forearm. He then found a coat with the hive ships insignia on it, it had a row of slots on the far right of the coat and a row of metal clips that lined up with slots. It also had long sleeves and came to about his ankles. He stood up straight and straightened out the coat, looking at an image that was being preject on the wall by the hip, holding his face up like most Wraith did. He placed his hands behind his back and clapsed them together. He felt a cold touch as the long piece of metal across his right index finger touched the palm of his left hand. He turned to the doors of his quarters and walked out, walking down the corridors to the hanger. He had picked up earlier that they had reached a planet that was in need of Culling. He also knew that this was where he would leave these creatuers. He passed by several Wraith on the way, a majority were soldier Wraiths. Big, bulky Wraiths that were made for either bodyguarding or for catching their prey. They were very stupid, and easy to kill. He passed by a few regular Wraith who were like him, not as strong, but as smart. And were harder to kill since they could read other creatuers minds like him. He kept to himself as he passed them, avoiding all contact. He soon reached the hanger and looked for his ship that he had built. He liked his design better then the Darts of the Cruisers, it was more stable and would fair far better in a dogfight then Darts. He found it after a few minutes of searching through the large hanger, he hopped in and flipped on the switchs and did his routine check. He found his stunner next to his seat, pulled it out to make sure it was still working properly. He placed it back and flipped another switch, causing the cockpit hood to close and seal shut. He continued to looked over his guages and systems to make sure everything was working properly. After he was done he hit the ignition switch and his ship hovered off the ground. It turned until it was facing the large hole in the side of the ship, he hit the throttle and the ship shot out of the hanger at high speed. [B] "Damn time I got off that filthy ship. Now to get to the planet and rendezvous with a Time Lord."[/B] His ship rocketed to the planet with several Wraith Darts and Cruisers close behind and ahead of him. It took him several mintues to manuver his ship through the clusters of Wraith and landed on the planets surface. He grabbed his stunner and got out of his ship, walking on the grassy earth and saw miles of force. Not far behind him, several large squads of Wraiths combed the forest and grassland. One of the Wraiths in the group was an intellectual Wraith, and one that had a problem with Carthage entering their ship. But kept quiet about it. Carthage walked through the grasslands, stunning any thing that moved. The group with the intelligent Wraith had caught up to him as he was stunning another human. They approched him, the intelligent one approching Carthage, the lower Wraith going for the human. The intelligent Wraith breathing on him with his mouth open and his teeth clenched, like all Wraith did, except Carthage. He walked around him until he was staring at him in the face. [B] "Caught another human, but you are not feeding on him? Why not?"[/B] Carthage kept his lips together and kept his gaze straight, focusing on the other in front of him. [B] "Because I am not hungry. I don't need to feed on him."[/B] The Wraith staring at Carthage looked to the hunters, then signaled with his head to bring the human to them. They dragged him to Carthage's feet and dropped him to his knees, he was still out cold. Carthage looked at the limp body. The intelligent Wraith spoke again. [B] "Well thats strange. Since you have been on our ship, no one has seen you feed. It's like you do not like to, that you do not enjoy the kill such as the rest of us."[/B] Carthage turned his gaze back to the other Wraith. [B] "Of course I feed. I take as much pleasuer as the next in sapping the life out of an innocent victim."[/B] Carthage lied boldly to his face, keeping his face stright and his gaze focused. His lips closed around his mouth, he couldn;t see how he was going to get out of this one. The other Wraith started to bob lightly, his course hair shifting lightly. Carthage's dreads hung over his shoulders. [B] "Well, then feed on this human. If you enjoy it as much as the rest of us do."[/B] He pushed Carthage towards the body, its chest lifting lightly up and down. Carthage bent down, his stunner in his left hand and his right reaching out towards the mans chest. Carthage knew he couldn't take out all of these Wraith with one stunner, so he did what he had to. He jammed his plam into the mans chest, the hormone injecting into the mans body and his life slowly started to drain away. The man woke suddenly and screamed in pain, his face slowly starting to age and his hair turned white. His eyes glazed over and his voice grew horse, his face soon sagged and and his breathing grew labored. And in a matter of seconds, he was nothing but bones with flesh wrapped tightly around it. Carthage stood up and looked toward the other Wraith, his face rock hard and his eyes clear of any kind of sorrow. He had to remian cool and calm, or else he would be fed on like that man was. The intelligent Wraith bobbed lightly a little bit then turned away and staretd to walk away, his squad following. Carthage waited until only one Wraith hunter was left. He shot him with the stunner and the hunter collapsed. Carthage then jumped on him and jammed his hand into the hunters chest, he drained the life out of the hunter out of grief for the human. His lips were parted and his black teeth were exposed, a few seconds later the hunter was dead. Carthage grabbed the hutners stunner and proceeded to go deeper in the forest, his face was welling up with anger. His teeth still exposed. After about a minute he came across a figuer in a black clock with gold trim, he hand the makings of a human but floated above the ground. Carthage approched slowly. The clocked figuer beckoned him to follow. [B] "It is time for you to do your duty."[/B] Carthage didn't say a word, he just followed as the came to a part of the forest were the only thing that stood there was a small building made of stone blocks. The figuer walked up to the building, but vanished before entering it. Carthage walked up to the building, not stopping even though he felt the cold of entering sudden darkness. He soon came out of the cold and was on one knee with one stunner on the ground with his right hand over it, his other stunner was on his let knee. He was breathing harshly when he felt hands pick him up. He shook them off when he was standing straight up. [B] "Don't touch me please."[/B] He straightened his coat and looked at the people in front of him, they were all humanoid to his forst glance, he was the only abnormal looking one. A man with dark blue, silver-ish hair hled out his hand. [B] "Names Axel. Remember it."[/B] Carthage looked at his rough hands, then looked at Axels face. [B] "I'm Carthage. And I don't shake hands?"[/B] Axel looked at him with and eye brow raised. [B] "Well, thats a little rude. First you shake us off after we try to help you up, then you won't shake my hand? Whats wrong with you?"[/B] Carthage turned his body to face Axel, he stuck the stunner in his right hand into his belt then held up his hand, revealing a slit down the palm. The slit opened and revealed small bars lineing the inside of it. [B] "I don't shake hands because you would be dead in a matter of seconds. And I just go through something rough and have been treated poorly by humanoids like yourself all my life. So I don't like to be touch." [/B]Carthage turned his attention to the other three. [B] "And what are your names?" "Dogarta."[/B] Carthage then looked to the other. [B] "And you are?" "Nate"[/B] Carthageturned to the last one. [B] "Joseph Hunter."[/B] Carthage nodded and looked away [B] "Nice to meet you all, sorry to be rude to you Axel, Dogarat, Nate and Joseph. It's just how I am."[/B] They nodded and looked back to the Time Lords, who seemed to be waiting patiently for something.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroth calmed down Aeris and she went into a meditative state, he turned and started to sniff the air. Slowly at first, taking deep breathes through his notrils. Then quick erratic breaths, he slowly started moving. Aeris looked at him. [B] "What are you doing? Sniffing the air won't find him."[/B] She said in an irritated voice. [B] "Yours might not, but mine can. Thats why I'm a good hunter, now shut up."[/B] Aeris got angrier with the his comment. [B]"How dare you tell me to shut up, I should..."[/B] [B]"Shut up! I don't care if you can read the runes on my body. I need to find the scent and focus on it. You keep talking to me then I loss any chance of us finding Lokin and entering the Begotten land. I'll find where they are, you find a way for us to leave. I'm pretty sure the angel wasn't lieing, angels try to stay away from that since they are so noble. But if she was, we can just leave. Now focus on your job."[/B] Aeris went back to meditating and Azuroth continued to sniff the air, looking for that one smell set apart from the rest.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]"I heard that, angel."[/B] He moved over to the tree and rested his back against it. He smiled wickedly as he watched the group. [B] "And of course I won't attack. I may be able to destroy you physically, but what Zaix over there is gonna tell you will do far more damage. So I will watch and wait for my moment."[/B] Azuroth lowered his arms, he then let his Daggertail push out of his hand and slither to the ground. It was thinking on its own now, watching the angels as Azuroth did. Waiting.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Well, I' like the MGS4 trailer as well. But what really got my attention, and what had me stay for the whole three hours was the game Spore. It looked amazing, especially since you could design your own creatuer and see how it did in the world, and the fact that it was so open and you could do whatever. But what was really cool is how the creator said that you could see other players creations and all the unique creatuers walking around. But the Halo 3 thing was really cool, even though it was only a few moments.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroth looked in awe at the massive scar across the port that was created from the cannon like weapon. He soon got over the shock and moved his mask over his face and readying his sword, he then dove straight into a large group and began to do his job. He cut open a mans face and he turned as he screamed and his gun pointed to one of his comrades and went off. Killing the other man instantly. Azuroth then jammed his sword into another mans gut and pulled it out in a horizontal pattern, his blade exiting out one of the mans sides and spilling guts all over the dirt. He stabbed his blade into the face of another, he left his blade in the soldiers head and proceded to use his special fighting technique. His hands were lightninig fast, diverintg weapons to point another direction and at the same time hitting vital points so that the soldiers fell over unconscious. There heart rate increasing dramatically and sending them into shock, they then died from a heart attack. Even though these men were young, they were dieing of this. He took down several this way, diverting weapons so that they would kill other soldiers then killing the soldier that fired. Several bullets wizing passed him and knicking his clothes, not touched skin because of the metal armor. Azuroth suddenly relalized his weapon was lost in the corpses, he then staretd to search for it as he slaughtered more. He spotted amougst a pile of corpses, and on the way to get it he had stabbed his clawed fingers into the mans face and ripped it out. He grabbed his sword and charged into another group. His blade remaining true, cutting throats and severing limbs from the body. Taking heads off or breaking necks, he did what he could to and was accessible to him. Twisting bodies and mangeling them beyond recogonition, making sure they either suffered or died at his hand quickly. Either way, he was doing what he was being payed to do. He stabbed his sword into another mand then ran up his body before he fell to the floor. Twisting and flipping in mid-air, his coat flapping and wrapping around his body. His blade held out so when he neared the ground he cut open more men and they bled out. He breathed harshly and heavily. [B] "I'm getting tired. So many soldiers, where are they coming from?"[/B] He then heard a gun cock and turned around, he found a hand gun point at his face. A soldier standing there with a smile on his face. [B] "Ahh shit!"[/B] The gun went off and Azuroth fell back hitting the ground hard, the soldier lowered his gun and turned away. He started to walk away, Azuroth then sat up and threw his blade at the man, it stabbed right through his spine through vital organs. Azuroth stood up and pulled off his mask and looked at it, a large dent with a bullet in it was there he groaned. He pulled out the bullet and walked back to where his sword was. He pulled out his sword and used the handle to hammer the dent flat, he placed the mask back on his face and held his sword firmly. He watched as large groups kept flooding into the gate, he grabbed the handle of his blade with both hands and pulled. The blade split into two different swords and Azuroth charged into the group, roaring as he made contact with them. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroths adrenaline was flowing through his body, the excitment of slaying more angels was enough to make him burst with sinister thoughts. But to have caught up with Zaix was another matter entierly, this was the angel. The head that would forever make Azuroths name known through out the world and would diminish the moral of every angel. His speed increased and any form of exhaustion that would usually take it's toll on a mortal body was nowhere to be found. He was full of energy and full of bloodlust and ready to slay anything that moved, he reached the hill that Lokin had been using to watch the camp and leaped high into the air at the peak of the hill. The group had been gathering where the tents had been blown away. Azuroth was aiming for the middle of the group. He landed with a loud thud and stood up straight, the group turning to look at their new enemy. He smiled in his wicked way.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroth relaxed in a Inn chair as he held his blade fimrly in his hand and sharpened it in the middle of Inn. His mask was inside his coat and his attention was focused on the blade itself, he started to remember how he had gotten this blade. He didn't buy it or steal it, it had been sent to him. A soldier had delivered it to his home in the forest when he was only a child, all the soldier said was that it was from someone special and he owed the man his life. Azuroth had also gotten a letter along with the weapon, when he read it as a child it didn't seem anything big to him. Just a gift sent to him by someone his mother knew and was handed down to him. But when he got older, he read the letter once more and the full impact had hit him. The weapon was from his father, and Azuroth had never known his father or what happened to him. So, this weapon meant the world to him. He kept it at its maximum sharpness and keeping it from rusting. Azuroth reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a piece of folded paper, he set his sword down along with the stone he was using. He unfolded it carefully and read it to himself, he sighed as he read on. [B] "The weapon that I carried into battle will be passed on to my son, Kain. Hopefully his mother will give him the weapon when he is old enough and knows what this is. And what I want him to know the most, is that I love him. Even though I have only seen him once, I will never forget that day. May this blade bring you the same luck it did me and won't send you through the same hell I went through earning its trust." "Your loving Father."[/B] Azuroth folded the paper back up and stuck in his pocket, reading the letter always made him remember that his name use to Kain. But it needed to change when he left his home and became a mercenary, he never wanted to meet his father and shame him with his job profession. He snapped out of his momentary flash back and looked up at a nearby clock. When he saw the time he grabbed his blade and stood up and sheathed it. He walked out of the Inn and staretd for the main gate, the ship ride to the port was very long and boring. So he ahd taken off to the Inn and waited for an appropriate time to go do his job. He came closer to the gate and pulled out his mask and placed it over his face, it was still open due to some guards disput with Vincent. Azuroth shook his head as he walked up to a blonde haired officer. [B] "Evening, Names Azuroth. Where am I posted?"[/B] The blonde officer turned around to look at him and only met mask, he raised on eye brow. [B] "Whats with the maks?" "Is that any of your business? No. Just tell me where I am stationed."[/B] The officer looked over his sheet and explained to him the different teams, and that he would be on the Alpha team. He held out his hand. [B] "Names Hiro, and I am the commander of Alpha team." [/B]Azuroth grasped his hand and shook it, he used his other hand and pushed the mask up until it was flat on top of his head. [B] "Alright, Hiro. How about we do things this way, you don't give me orders and I won't cause a problem for you."[/B] Hiro stared at him for a moment, nothing showing on his face. Both of them stoned face. [B] "Fine. As long as you don't do anything to endager the rest of the team then do as you wish."[/B] Azuroth smirked at and released his hand. [B] "Don't worry about me. I can do my job easily, just watch out for the little theif over there."[/B] He said, pointing Renée. He then turned away and relaxed on a near by chair, pulling out his sword and stone and sharpening once more.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Carthage Caznim [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B] Age:[/B] 112 [B] Faction:[/B] Shadow Raiders [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/guys200.jpg] Carthage. [/URL] [B]Race:[/B] Demon, Ashrak: Ashrak demons are known for their humanoid look, but they only look human from a distant. If you get close enough, you?ll see the similarities stop there. Ashraks skin tends to be charcoal black and they have burning red eyes, they have long fangs that sometimes hang over the sides of their lips and they are better known for their speed and reflexes and there effective killing techniques of combing swift blows to soft or vital areas and their impressive speed. [B] Personality:[/B] Due to the nature of his race, Carthage remains unfeeling and distant. He keeps his focus on what his mission is and lets nothing distract him. He also hardly reflects any emotion in his face, remaining stoned face at all times and keeping cool and calm so he can think rationally and quickly in dire situations. [B]Snippet:[/B] The wind blew hard against the destroyed land, the broken banners flapped nosily in the wind. The ground charred and burnt horribly from the constant fighting, corpses lay about the ground, some already just bones in armor or in simple cloth. All the bones had either been bleached from the sun or black from a recent attack of magic fire. Carthage enjoyed every second of traveling through this wasteland, the moon covered by clouds in the night. His natural skin color giving him the perfect camouflage, his clothes did the same, except for the blood red color that was threaded into it as well. His eyes searching through the darkness quickly, looking for his target, the enemy camp that he was sent to find and to eliminate a commander. These were the missions he thrived on; the camp would most likely be heavily guarded and nearly impossible for any normal person to get into it. But, then again, he wasn?t a normal person. He was and Ashrak demon and his speed alone would almost guarantee his entrance and exit. But the mission of assassinating the commander would demand his skills alone he smiled at how this might prove to be a challenge. He smiled in a wicked way when he spotted the camp from a far, the fires burning brightly and the soldiers all were visible. It was lightly garrisoned, looked more like a raiding crew then a sign that more were on the way. He moved quickly and silently to a nearby tree, he climbed up as quietly and moved along the branches in a crouched position. He moved to the edge of a thick branch and hid carefully behind the leaves. He peaked out from behind the thick cover and looked around, he saw two guards right of the bat, he then looked harder and could see the tent the commander was in, eating a large meal by himself while the guards stood idle outside his tent. Carthage smirked and waited for a few moments, he watched the guards patrol patterns and saw that two guards passed right under the tree he was concealed in. This gave him a good opportunity, he waited for the guards to pass again and drew a nine inch dagger from his belt and waited a second longer for the guards to be positioned right. When he saw they were spaced properly he dropped from his position and stabbed his dagger through the guards back into his left lung. He leaped off the guards back and landed on the other guard, also stabbing him through his back into his right lung this time. He back flipped and turned quickly and stabbed the previous guard in the throat, he fell over dead. Carthage whipped around again and lunged at the injured guard and stabbed him through his heart, slicing through his coronary artery, killing him instantly. Carthage sheathed his dagger quickly and dragged the bodies up into the tree, propping them up so they wouldn?t fall over and would remain invisible to other guards. He dropped from the tree once more and drew the same dagger. He got low and traveled in the shadows, inching his way closer to the commander?s tent and getting ever closer to completing his mission. And in no time, he was right on the side of the tent, the commanders back facing this side. The guards at the front at back of the tent never knew he was there; he inserted his dagger through the material of the tent and slowly dragged it down the side of the tent, cutting open a nice hole for him. He quietly stepped in through the hole; he made his way to the commander and prepared to end his life. Carthage took his knife and stabbed it through the back of his neck, cutting his spinal cord in half and sent the blade all the way through to the other side. The man stopped dead and dropped greatly, Carthage pulled his blade out and went out the way he came, he then made his way to the weapons storage tent and went inside. Noticing that there were no guards at this tent. He then took several different weapons, all of them small enough to carry but looked valuable enough to make the camp think someone looted them and killed the commander. He exited the tent then left the immediate area of the camp; he went out several yards then placed each weapon on a corpse. Doing what he could to make it looked damaged from the battle. When he finished he went back to the camp, finishing the set up of a hit and run scenario. None of the guards survived that night, he killed the last one just as easily as the first. He wiped the blood on the guards cloak and sheathed it. He let out a deep breathe and started his trip home, he spoke to himself as he headed home. [B] ?That was fun. Hopefully the army that will arrive in a few days will assume it was a hit and run. But if they don?t, they?ll assume some other faction killed the camp and took what weapons they thought were good to use.?[/B] Carthage smiled and chuckled as he shifted through the shadows.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Azuroth held his nose up in the air and took quick sniffs of the wind. His top lip twitching with every inhalation, he lowered his nose and let out a growl. He started walking through from the outskirts of a near by town. [B] "It is near by. In the town. He's mine!"[/B] He started to pick up speed from his steady walk to a jog, then into a run. His eyes searching furiously for his prey, the scent that would haunt his nostrils until he found and killed it. And he was fully intent on ripping apart the angel he hunted. [B] "I'll find him. And i'll taste his flesh!"[/B] He entered the town running and caught the scent right as he entered. He stopped suddenly and slid across the ground, his hand sliding with him. People around him started to flee when they saw his burnt flesh and burning runes in his body. His eyes glowing brighter as he spotted his prey, standing in the middle of the road. It was an angel alright, with all the normal featuers. Flowing white hair, crystal blue eyes, white robes and that annoying glow that drove him insane. Well, more insane. He bolted straight at him, his arms held out and his fingers ready to tear apart the holy creatuer. He collided with the angel and the both tumbled to the ground, Azuroth was throwing blows while trying to reach the angels throat. The angel fighting back and keeping him from his throat. The angel ended up on the ground, the angel then used his legs to launch Azuroth over his head and into a building wall. He hit the wall with such force that it cracked and left a crator where Azuroth had been thrown. He fell off and landed on his feet in a crouched position. He stood up straight and looked at the angel, he turned his head and it popped. He held out his arm and the Daggertail poked out of his hand, slithering to the ground. Azuroth charaged at him and swung it, cutting open the angles face. He then used his full weight to bash into the angel, sending him through the glass window of a church, through the wooden cross and into the bowl of holy water. Azuroth walled through the hole in the wall and over to the mangeled angel body. The people in the church watched in awe as the demon approched the heavenly creatuer. They all couldn't believe that evil would win today and beat the creatuer of God. Azuroth just smiled in his demonic way knowing that these people, who trusted an unseen being so much that they devoted their lives to him, would see him slay one of his children. Azuroths Daggertail slithered around his body, it's own life showing openely. He kneeled down next the angel and looked at the blood that was leaking from several wounds on his body. His smile held. [B] "I got you. Now your scent won't haunt me anymore. And, my Daggertail, will grow more intelligent and stronger and will further help me in my on going hunt of eliminating this world of your kind."[/B] The angel scoffed, then coughed as he started to laugh. [B] "You'll never destroy us all. You do not exists without us! Evil cannot be with out Good. And that weapon, the one you say will help you eliminate angels, will one day consume you because you no longer control it. And when that happens, you will see how weak you really are without that weapon."[/B] Azuroth looked away, his smile broke into a chuckle, then a sinister laugh and stood up. [B] "This weapon will never be rid of me. Because, it needs me to maintain a steady supply of blood and power. Without me, this is nothing but a chain, its life caged up inside. And I have never controlled it, I let it do as it wants and in turn it lets me use its power."[/B] Azuroth then raised his arm up, the Daggertail stiffining into a straight blade. He looked dead into the angels eyes. [B] "I can survive without you. I will prove it. Tell your God that more are coming and one last thing. Evil will triumph."[/B] He brought down the blade straight through his chest, penetrating his heart and killing him instantly. The people in the church all started to weep and sobb, Azuroth retracted the blade back into his arm and grabbed the angels leg. He started to walk to the hole when suddenly a small person stood in front of it. Azuroth looked at the littler person and cocked his head to one side. It was a little girl in a red coat, she held out her arms and had a hard face on. But Azuroth could smell the fear coming off of her, he quickly reached out with his other hand and grabbed the little girls throat and started to squeeze. He turned towards the crowd of people, the girl still held firmly in his hand. [B] "Whose child is this?"[/B] He said in a harsh tone, shaking the girl as he refered to her. An old woman came rushing up from the crowd and fell to her knees. [B] "She's my daughter, please don't kill her! She was trying to defend to angel so we could give him a proper burial."[/B] Azuroth looked at the old woman, then to the little girl that was trying to pry his fingers off of his throat. He stared at her for a second more then smashed her into the ground. The crowd screamed as they saw the little girls eyes wide open and blood starting to pool around her. The woman wailed and grabbed the girls corpse. Azuroth pointed to the crowd. [B] "You spread the word. That Azuroth, is on the hunt. Tell every angel and human that passes through this town or you see. I will return!" [/B]He turned his back to the crying woman and walked out of the hole in the wall. He walked to the center of the town with the corpse dragging behind him, he left the body for a moment then returned with two large pieces of wood. He created a giant X out of the wood and tied the angel to it, he then proped it up in the middle of town and stepped away form it. He stared at it for a few moments, remembering the kill and the death of the little girl. He just smiled in his evil way and started to walk out of town. Continuing his on going hunt for angels.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Azuroth Darksoul [B] Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 33 [B] Race:[/B] Human [B] Position:[/B] Mercenary [B] Personality:[/B] Azuroth tends to be rebellious against orders he is given. He usually likes to do things his own way and get them down quickly. In battle he is the most cold hearted being you could imagine, but off the battle field, he is a normal person. He lives and acts like a normal human, except for the occasional bar fight ot what not. He is never afraid to face any opponent, whether they were tougher looking or scarrd or bigger, he always faces them head on. [B]Appearance:[/B] Azuroth has jet black hair that comes to mid-back; He stands at about 6?2? and has a lean frame with toned and defined muscles and. He wears a black trench coat, a sleeveless shirt and black pants with hard-toed boots with a sharp, metal stud on the heel. His arms are covered in a thin black metal that has sharp tips on the finger tips and allows maximum flexibility but provides a sturdy defense. It also covers his torso; his skin is well tanned and green eyes. You usually can?t see his face because it is covered in a black mask with black eye pieces and horns that curve backwards from the top of the mask. [B] Weapon:[/B] Azuroth either likes to fight hand to hand using a martial art known as Dim Mok, or Death Touch. Or he use a single sword that seems to have unusual properties. Azuroth doesn't like to reveal what his sword can do until it is too late. [B] Abilities/magic:[/B] Azuroth is abnormally fast and as in human reflexs, being one of the best killers. And his sense are unsually sharp for a mortal. Can also use dark magic, for whatever he needs. [B]Bio:[/B] Azuorths past is unknown to many, but he likes to hide his featuers and tries to avoid all major cities. The other mercenarries wonder some times why he does such a thing but they just blow it off and leave him be. Azuroth never talks about his family or where he came from, all anyoen knows is he magically appeared one day and fought with the mercenaries ever since. And he was very skilled at killing. Able to hit key points on an opponents body and bring them down with very few hits and can even hit them to incapacitate them for a quick bounty. Azuroth does his job well and keeps to himself about where he came from. So, he does his job and gets on with his life.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]Carthage walked steadily through the Sulphur Wastes, the blood from the corpse soaking the sheet and starting to stink from the harsh sun light. Winds kicked up every once in awhile that kicked up dust into large clouds. They didn't affect Carthage that much they did start to get annoying. He hoped that what he was waiting for would appear soon enough. And just then, figures in the dust started to appear. All of them lucid and hard to see, for a human. But Carthage recognized the shapes, he knew who exactly in the dusk. They were Skhad, from a different tribe then his own. The wind stopped and the dusk settled, Carthage found himself standing in the middle of small circle of Skhad. He kept his gaze straight, searching for the one who lead this band of hunters. With in a few moments he found who he was looking for, and older looking, lizard-like being. Standing with a large spear in his hand and some of his scales were dried and cracked, some looked old. Carthage moved closer to the leader and bowed his head; he then knelt down and laid the body on the ground. He then stood up and took a step back. The leader bent down and pulled back a piece of the sheet to see the bodies face. He leaned further in to smell the body; he could tell over the stink that it was only a few hours old. The leader stood up looked over Carthage; he then stepped to the side and made an opening in the circle. Carthage bowed his head again and walked out of the circle. He was a few steps away when he heard two pairs of foot steps behind him. He knew this meant they would escort him through their land until he was gone. He didn't mind, they wouldn't harm him unless he struck first, and his gift to the tribe would allow him safe passage back and forth for one time. He picked up his speed to reach his destination faster, the warriors behind did the same. It was about a half-hour before he could see the gates of the White Fire Kingdom. He grew closer to the wall and the foot steps behind him faded, he smiled as he got closer and closer. He was glad to be out of the Sulphur Wastes and those damn winds. As he approached the wall, he suddenly changed his path and headed further down the wall, looking for a spot that wasn't covered heavily and was easy to get into and out of. It took him a few minutes before he found the right point. Most of the wall looked new, as if it had been blown out then replaced. But some of the wall was still old, with easy places to climb up if lacking claws. But most of the old walls were heavily guarded, except one. He went for it the second he saw it, climbing the crumbling wall. He reached the top after a few seconds and peaked over, he saw one guard with his back turned to the wall. Carthage silently jumped over the wall and landed, he walked up quietly behind the man and quickly snapped his neck. Carthage instantly pulled the mans cloak and fastend it on. Putting the hood up and laying the body down, making sure it was hidden well enough that it wouldn't be spotted from a distance. He walked down a set of stairs and walked among the people, listening carefully to what everybodt had to say. Slowly working his way through the crowed, looking for anyone who seemed important or smelled of magic. He slouched a little to keep his height from catching attention. His eyes searched quickly through the crowd.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Carthage [B]Age:[/B] Age? Ha, my race regenerates constantly but if I was to give a rough estimate in human years, then I would 2,437 years of age. 1,000 of those years was spent in hibernation. [B]Race:[/B] We are called Wraith [B]Timeline/Date:[/B] July 9th, 2022 [B]Origin: [/B][B]Planet:[/B] None [B]Country:[/B] None [B]Galaxy:[/B] Andromeda [B] Special Talents:[/B] I am skilled with the unusual talent of being able to communicate with primative and usually violent cultuers. I am also a good scientist and engineer when it comes to my races organic ships. [B]Weapons/Items:[/B] My weapons consist of a small hand held stunner that sends an pulse wave into the target and overloads their nervous system and forces them into unconsciousness. Another weapon I have are my hands, I don't use them as in martial arts but as a way to feed. Some would cringe at the mere mention of my hand, but my race has evolved to survive by draining life from other organisms. My hand is actually a unique weapon, as we feed on other creatuers it also secrets a hormone thats makes the creatuers body stronger then it orginally started out as. My final weapon is my mind, my species has the ability to project false images of other Wraith or of our scout ships called, Darts. Another thing we can do is tap into the minds of those few humans who have a little bit of Wraith DNA inside of them. But this only works if they make the connection first, otherwise I am just reading thoughts. [B]Appearance: [/B][url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/atlantis-wraith.jpg] Me.[/URL] My race is rather unique when it comes to our genetic make up, I will explain that later. [B] Personality:[/B] My race is generally hostel towards any other species we see, because we are, by human standards, evil. And that is how I can be, I can get irritated easily if I am talking to creatuers that doesn't understand a thing I am saying or if they are bothering me with idiotic questions. I can get arrogant but that is mainly because my race has been the dominant species in our galaxy with none to challenge use. But, that is where my similarites with my species ends. And that is because I have individual thought, I am not evil and I do not enjoy feeding by sapping away life from another creatuer, but I have a desire to survive. And my desire to survive is also my fuel for creating a serum for myself, so determination is one of my best qualities. [B] Biography:[/B]That is an interesting question and also rather diffifult at the same time. I say this because you could either be refering to the orgin of my kind or of me personally, but I cannot do one without the other. So, I will start from the very beginning. My kind started out as a bug, yes, a bug. Back then we were called Uratis bug, and all we did was sit in a web and wait for anything walking to run into it and attach ourselves to them by their necks. We then would suck the life out of them and do it again after we killed our prey, and we were in this state of being for several centueries until a new race showed up in our galaxy. And just like any other animal we fed on them, but something happened to us. We absorbed their DNA and incorporated it into our own, and from that was spawned the first Wraith. After that, our numbers grew very quickly and we became a very formidable force. You ever heard the phrase, "Numbers do not win battles"? Well, that is wrong. We went to war with a very powerful and ancient race that looked like humans, and even though they were more advanced then us and had stronger weapons. Our numbers crushed them and they were forced to retreat to another galaxy. And during that war, I came into existence. And like all Wraith, we are born like humans. We start out as babies and grow at a slow rate, and we have access to the usual human digestive system and we eat food like normal beings. But once we reach adolecent years, our digestive system serves no purpose and provides no nutrients. That is when the ability to feed through our hand occuers and that is the only way to sustain ourselves. But I was raised differently, most Wraith are raised amougst other Wraith and become blood thirsty monsters. But I was raised amougst a normal human family, I was taught morals and the difference between right and wrong. And becasue of my advance brain I would read books all the time, on science. The engineering knowledge was already there, I guess it was planted into my brain as a child so I could replace any engineers that failed to do their duty. But, as I said earlier, once we reach the adolecent stages. We feel the need to feed and food ingested through the oral cavity can no long provide us with the proper nutrients that we requier. So, at night, I would sneak out into the forest and feed on any creatuer that moved. Only feeding when I needed to, that meant at least once or twice a year. But after I passed the adolecent years I could no longer live off of the woodland creatuers because they were to small and weak. I was then forced to feed on human beings, I regreted it greatly but I wanted to live. So I only took one a year, but after several years I constructed a ship that would take me from the planet. So I could protect them from me. And I have never been back since. [/SIZE][/COLOR] [COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]OOC: I changed my character entierly, hope this is ok vicky.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]I love that 70's show. Especially Hyde, mostly because my friends say i'm like him. And I like how retarted Kelso is, and how he gets the crap kicked out of him by Hyde and it always ends in "Ow my eye!"[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1]When Worlds Collide [I][COLOR=DarkRed]?As the Gods once clashed with one another, Men will do so too. But men of extraordinary power will battle, And the fate of two worlds will be decided By the wielder of the white dragon swords and The hero?s of the worlds at stake.?[/COLOR][/I] The sky was covered in dark clouds; the sun tried to break through the clouds but failed to penetrate the thick cloud coverage. Smoke rose from a city, buildings were set a blaze and the fire was spreading fast, scorching the buildings and licking the sky as the flames grew. The massive wooden gates that was bound by steel was torn apart, splinters of the gates that once protected the city was now spewed across the ground. Bodies littered the ground, all of them mangled, ripped, cut, and shredded in different ways. Bodies were sprawled on the ground; none of them were full corpses. All had something ripped off, cut off, or there was no body for it to be attached to. Heads were bashed open, their brains were scrambled on the ground, and they were cut open with blood dripping out of their open skulls. This was the city of Kanzel. A city that was filled with diversity and cultural variation, where people lived in happiness and peace, knowing they were protected by a group of women called Asheen. But now, they all lay dead. Never to speak, to dream, to live a full life. Even children were slaughtered like cattle; their bodies were mangled the worse, their torso had been cut open cleanly, their organs spilled on the ground. This was the work of a true monster; no man could have done such damage. In the middle of the tone, with two pure white sword with ancient inscriptions on one blade, and the other with a dragon, spewing fire from its mouth. Both were dripping with blood, they were held by a single man standing in the center of the tone. He himself was drenched in blood, from head to toe. He swung his blade as a man with a pitch fork came at him, taking the mans arm of cleanly then ramming his other blade through his chest. An Asheen came at him next, using her abilities that made her one of the protectors of this city. But, she failed like all the rest, her magic having no effect on him; he cut her straight down the middle. Both halves falling in different directions. He slowly started to turn in full circle, seeing who else was still alive. As he finished his full circle, he saw that none were alive. He lowered his swords as he looked into the smoke filled sky. He roared in triumph, holding his blades up. The tips pointed to the sky, he smiled wickedly as his sinister laugh left his lips. He continued to marvel at his work, at the death and destruction he had caused by himself. He sheathed his swords on his back as he stretched with the smile still on his face. He yelled to the sky. [B] ?I have done what no being has ever done! I have destroyed Kanzel! The city of power! I am no longer a simple man, I am a God!? [/B]He roared again, knowing he had done the impossible, he had achieved a level of power that none could surpass. And in his moment of ultimate triumph, he felt something shoot through his body, it was the realization that he may have been the most powerful being but, in this world, he could never rule the land. With the crime of ultimate consequences just committed by him, there was no way he could get these people under his rule. Even by force, he would end up eliminating every last one. He needed a new world to inhabit, a new dimension that held massive magical potential. A world where he could create his very on kingdom. But, there was no one world that held enough power to supply his needs. He would need to do something extremely dangerous, but he didn?t care. Nothing would stop him. [B] ?I?ll make my world. And if anyone in those dimensions try to stop me. I?ll kill them like these people, slaughter them like pigs!?[/B] Right then, he gripped his head and he began to groan. His voice started to change; it went from a harsh, hallow voice that sounds like it resonated from the depths of the underworld. To a human voice, that sound like it was normal. It spoke as he gripped the sides of his head. [B] ?You can no do this Sage! The taint from this crime can be washed away! We cannot destroy more worlds, they don?t deserve this!? [/B]Sage roared again, standing straight up with his face pointed to the sky. He lowered his head, his hair covering his face. [B] ?The taint of evil was always there Gabriel. I just acted on it. I got my revenge, but I need more. And I don?t care about other worlds. The prophecy haunts me, not you! So I will do all I can to make sure that the prophecy comes to pass. And I will win the battle against the hero?s of those worlds.? [/B]Sage closed his eyes, and breathed deeply for a few seconds. His body then started to shift; his bones cracked and moved places, his skin turning an awful chard black color. His clothes then began to change, his green shirt and pants turning pitch black, his forest cloak shifted into a trench coat and a mask enveloped his face with black eye pieces and white horns sprouting from the top of the mask. Black metal covered his arms and his torso, the metal on his hand pointed at the fingers. He arched his back as his roared into the sky; he straightened his body and pulled on his coat. He then reached up to his face and pulled away the mask, his eyes were blood red. He smiled wickedly and revealed wickedly long fangs, the hung over the sides of his bottom lip. He reached outward and touched the space in front of him with his index finger. He let his hand fall as the hole in the air spewed white light from it; he then stabbed his hand into the hole and moved it around a bit. [B] ?Tear it open Azuroth. Take us away from this disgusting pit and bring us to the new world where we can conquer everything.?[/B] Azuroth?s wicked smile grew with the request from the inner voice. [B] ?With pleasure, Sage the fiend.? [/B]And with one swift swipe, he ripped through the very fabric of space and time, creating a hole with white light pouring from the rip. Azuroth placed the mask back on his face and looked back one more time. He let out a chuckle, then a full sinister laughter as he walked into the portal of light. [CENTER][B] Summary:[/B][/CENTER][/CENTER] Well, as you can see. This, creature has done something that no one before him could do, but because of his sinister nature. He craves to rule a land of his own, and he cares not who he hurts or what kind of damage he causes to either of these worlds, as long as he gets his ultimate world with maximum magical strength. But, the prophecy states that he will decide the fate of the worlds. But the hero?s of the two worlds will also have a say in what happens. And that is who will save their worlds. This RPG will be a combination of two different book series; one is called The Sword of Truth series and the Shannara series. Now, it would be very helpful if people who are going to sign-up are familiar with one of the series. And if you aren?t and want to sign-up, then find someone who is and have them explain the one you are going to be in, to you. There are going to be key characters for each world, here is the list for each world. [U][B]Sword of Truth:[/B][/U] [B] Richard Cypher:[/B] He is the second son of the king of Hartland, which is deep in a land called Westland. And even being the son of a king he still enjoys the simple life of the woodlands. [B]Kahlan Amnell:[/B] She is a delicate looking woman who is very fierce; she originates from the Midlands and had a very troubling childhood. Death being the main culprit, she hides a secret that makes her the most feared and powerful person in the Midlands. [B]Zedd:[/B] An old man who spends his time in to forest, reading clouds is what he does. They tell him things that others don?t know; he has an extensive knowledge of herbs and things that others don?t know. Richard is like a son to him, he has taught him every day of his life. And hopes to help him to the end. [B]Draken Rahl:[/B] A very evil man, who craves power and domination over all of the Midlands and Westland, he uses powerful magic that come straight from the underworld. He also uses a wide varied of people who use magic for twisted purposes. [U] [B]Shannara:[/B][/U] [B]Ohmsford:[/B] Ohmsford is a last name, but it belongs to the people who hold elven blood of the famous Jerle Shannara. An elf who fought a creature called the Warlock Lord. The Ohmsford?s are generally very determined to do what is right, even though the live in a small village in a valley. (Need two people for this role.) [B]Druids:[/B] Druids are an ancient race that holds great magical powers and knowledge that is far too great for man to handle. The druids live in reclusion in their Keep called Paranor, druids usually don?t interfere with things going in the outside world but one is very well known for helping the Ohmsfords. Allanon. Druids tend not to be trusted since they never tell the whole truth to the Ohmsfords. A man named Walker Boh has become the last druid, after Allanon passed away three hundred years ago. [B]Leah:[/B] Leah is a kingdom in the southern lands; son?s of Leah always seem to get caught up in what the Ohmsfords do. Princes of Leah tend to be very courage?s, clever and hold a very powerful sword that was created by Allanon for Rone Leah, a protector of one of the Ohmsfords. The swords magic changes with each new wielder, which makes it ever evolving. The only draw back of the sword is that it makes the wielder dependent on the magic. [B]Mord Wraith:[/B] Mord Wraith are black clocked creatures that care staffs with a raven on the end, none have individual thought. All of them fight for a collective purpose, a dark purpose; they were created by a book called the Illdach. And the book does have original thought; it manipulates people into accepting its dark magic, and then changes them into creatures such as the Mord Wraiths. Mord Wraiths powers rival that of the Druids, one on one combat Druids cane win. But if surrounded they will be defeated. Whew, ok. Now that we have gotten through all of that and you all know what exist in what world. I give you, your means of signing-up. [B]Name:[/B] (Pretty obvious, choose from the top list. Unless it is Ohmsford of Leah, then make up a first name.) [B]Age:[/B] (Ohmsford and Leah tend to be young, as in mid-twenties or so; Zedd and the Druids are very old.) [B]Gender: [/B](Pretty simple.) [B]Personality:[/B] (Self-explanitory) [B]Apperance:[/B] [B]Race:[/B] (Sword of Truth there us only human, Shannara has many types of creatures. Dwarves, Elves, and Humans live in the southland. Gnomes, Trolls, and other creatures live in the northland.) [B]Weapon:[/B] (Kahlan, Zedd and the Druids don?t have physical weapons. They have magic. Richard will receive his true weapon in the beginning of the RPG.) [B]Character Snippet:[/B] (I just want this to be about what you do in your daily life in your world, if you Ohmsford then you are living a simple farm life, Leah lives like royalty, Kahlan do what you want and so on and so forth.) That is everything that you will need, if all the Key characters are taken and more want to sign-up then just Pm me with your sign-up. ATTENTION: This is not first come, first serve. This is who ever has the better sign-up gets the part, so try to do your best. Others wise, have at it. After a few, I?ll post my character.[/SIZE][/COLOR]