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After having his second drink placed in front of him, Vincent nodded once again to Nait and promptly knocked back most of it. Just before he finished he plucked the drink up and ventured over to where Ashwin and Lynn sat and pulled up a small stool. [B]“Been doing some sight seeing have we?”[/B] He asked as he looked between them giving Lynn a smile as he noticed her dragon plush. [B]“I suppose you could call it that. How’s things?”[/B] [B]“All’s well I guess, starting to feel my age finally, but still doesn’t stop me aye? And what have we got here Little Lynn?”[/B] He asked with a warm smile. Lynn at first couldn’t look Vincent in the eye and seemed a little sheepish. The two had only met a few times previous and Vincent was still totally unaware of the girl’s origins, but he treated her as if she was actually Ashwin’s daughter. The use of ‘Little’ before her name aided in making her feel a little calmer. She eventually held up the dragon for Vincent’s inspection and spoke. [B]“It’s a dragon, I won it at the dagger throw...with a little assistance from father”[/B] She added and the two exchanged a brief smile before she turned back to Vincent. At this Vincent moved his hands over the plush and then handed it back to her. She smiled a little at having her plush back and hugged it slightly. [B]“Do you want me to tell you a little something abuot that dragon you’ve there?”[/B] She nodded and smiled a little more and Vincent continued. [B]“Well, this dragon you hold there, I’ve classed as Dragood. You see, dragons come in all sorts of sizes and forms, just like us people, this particular type is very big and has amazing strength. However it’s brain capacity is very limited and therefore it acts using only the most basic of instincts. It is for this reason that many humans see fit to hunt and kill these brilliant creatures for their brutality they say but they always make a few good pieces of gold off the hide. I have proven however that these creatures can be tamed and indeed can increase their thought patterns when giving the proper stimulus and...”[/B] Vincent stopped when he remembered that even Ashwin looked bored. He gave an embarrassed smile and apologised for his ramblings and gave a wave as he got up. [B]“Thank you for telling me about dragons Mr. Vincent. It was nice seeing you.”[/B] See spoke with a smile. Vincent ruffled her hair affectionately and smiled and then turned back to Ashwin. [B]“Good manners, I foresee you becoming just as great as your old man over there. You two have a nice day now and I’ll drop by the store tomorrow maybe.”[/B] He said affectionately, addressing them both. [B]“I’m not that much older than you so watch it,”[/B] Ashwin said with a grin, [B]“But yes, maybe we’ll see you tomorrow.”[/B] Vincent then left the bar area and headed for the stairs and to the designated black door that Nait had talked about earlier. He knocked the frame and entered, at first commenting on the decoration. [B]“I see a little re-decorating has been done.”[/B] He noted. [B]“Ah yes. Well it was rather dull. Anyways, what kind of healing do you need old timer?”[/B] She said with a rather amused grin. At this Vincent frowned almost comically and remembered the comments he’d just made towards Ashwin who was only three years his senior. Coming from this girl he’d known since she was at least four years old he really did feel his age. He laughed it off however and gave her a mock jab in her right arm and then sat on the edge of the bed which would be his for the next few days. [B]“I’ve been practicing the few healing spells you showed me last time but I can’t seem to get the hang of it. You’d think a practiced mage such as myself would have no troubles but meh. My old brain must be going.”[/B] He added with a smile. [B]“Don’t worry about it, I have trouble with them sometimes too, and it’s my speciality.”[/B] She lied, to protect his feelings and pride. [B]“Anyways, what was it you wanted healed?”[/B] She asked with some concern in her voice. He stood up and rolled up his right leg and pointed to a particularly infected cut on his shin. [B]“Well, I took a fall from one of the cliff faces when studying a very unpredictable dragon. My fault really, I got clumsy...”[/B] [B]“Well that’s no problem, I guess I can help you with that.”[/B] She said, this time with a reassuring smile. [B]“I knew I could count on you kiddo!”[/B]

From his high perch above the trees Vincent had a great view of the stage and was quite moved by the very inventive and altering tune that the young woman had produced with such a finely crafted instrument. With great agility and only the slightest shift in the air Vincent dropped down and landed next to the young woman who had sought refuge underneath his tree. [B]“Well Shian, that’s a magnificent instrument you have there and you wield it with such ease and creativity”[/B] Was Vincent’s opening fact. At this the girl, apparently named Shian, looked startled from behind her hood but quickly regained her composure with a smile and nodded a thanks. [B]“By chance you aren’t the ‘Mysterious Performer’ I’ve heard so little about?”[/B] He questioned further. [B]“You flatter me by saying so but no, I’m also eager to learn of this performers identity.”[/B] Was her reply. [B]“Very well then. It was a pleasure meeting you and hearing your performance. Perhaps fate will cross our paths again. I at least hope to hear you perform that timeless tune once more.”[/B] And with a wave of his hand he was gone in amongst the crowd. Still whistling what he could remember of the flute tune Vincent headed towards a store he knew well and regularly visited when he actually was in town. When he actually arrived at Ashwin’s, Vincent just walked clean into the door not realising that it was closed. [B]Closed? He never closes this early?[/B] Still rubbing his nose Vincent headed towards his second destination. Although it was still early during the day it did no harm to have one or two drinks and book his room early. As the Algorin Inn’s swinging sign came into view Vincent smiled inwardly and quickened his pace. Just as he crossed the threshold two men were leaving, one looking quite annoyed whilst carrying the other. [B]I guess there’s a guy who can’t hold his drink...[/B] [B]“Vincent!”[/B] Broke Vincent from his day dreaming. As he turned his attention to the young girl whom he’d known since she was much shorter Vincent stepped in and took a seat at the bar in front of the Nait. [B]“Nice to see you again Kiddo. How are things? Folks about?”[/B] He asked as she brought him his usual drink. [B]“Everything’s fine. They left not too long ago for the day, I can handle things here.”[/B] She returned. [B]“I have no doubts that you can handle the place, matter of fact now that I’m here I’d like to book a room for later and perhaps you could help me some healing I was having trouble with?”[/B] He asked and then took a sip.

Sounds good. Let me know if you want anything changed. [B]Name:[/B] [I]Pleasure[/I] [B]Gender:[/B] [I]Masculine[/I] [B]Age:[/B] [I]N/A[/I] [B]Appearance:[/B] [I]Much like the other Emotions, Pleasure isn’t bound to one form indefinitely. He can alter his appearance to suit the occasion or as he sees fit. His original appearance is that of a handsome man. Pleasure stands at around 5’10” and weighs roughly 170 lbs. His body his covered with well developed and defined muscles that make him appear much larger than he actually is. Pleasure has light brown hair that is always spiked upwards and his hazel eyes always, naturally, glow with pleasure. He mostly wears only blue jeans and black shoes and chooses to wear nothing over his torso so to enjoy the jealous looks he gets from Calon.[/I] [B]Personality:[/B] [I]Pleasure, as to be expected, enjoys pleasure in every form, no matter how small. He takes nothing for granted and is very manipulative in his approach towards Calon. Pleasure is very intelligent and intuitive and is one of the emotions that sometimes tortures Calon and at other times shares the pleasure he feels. This is of course decided by Pleasure’s own mood and normally tends to change frequently depending on which gives the most pleasure. Pleasure is a little more easy going than say Anger and prefers to laugh and tends to enjoy the moment and gain every ounce of pleasure from it that he can. It is for this very reason that Pleasure sometimes gets on the bad side of some of the other Emotions. Pleasure is closely linked with Desire and the two regularly share time together and frequently make petty bets on who can sway Calon or manipulate him better.[/I] [B]Writing Sample:[/B] [I]In his filthy, under-funded apartment Calon sat staring into what was left of his long mirror. Anger had got hold of him and the broken mirror was the result. He could see the blood seeping from the small slit above his eye and his hands were stained crimson. It was at this moment that Pleasure decided to intervene. Sitting himself in the corner, running his hands down the soft fabric of Calon’s bed, Pleasure sat staring at this broken man whom the Emotions had been tearing at for near enough two decades now. A sly curl spread across his lips as he moved over to Calon’s battered and whimpering form.[/I] [B]Pleasure:[/B] Don’t worry Cally-boy, you know He get like that now and again. You’d probably find it much easier to just do as he says. [B]Calon:[/B] But it’s wrong... [B]Pleasure:[/B] Try not to think of it like that. You know...somewhere in the back of your mind you’d rather have others suffer than you. [I]At this Calon immediately jumped up and began shouting[/I] [B]Calon:[/B] That’s not true! [B]Pleasure:[/B] Of course it is. If you really felt bad for these people that He makes you hurt you’d just accept your fate and let him kill you. But the thought of you dying is too hard to bear, even when you live like this. *Pleasure gestures his hands to the filth ridden place* Admit it, you enjoy the abuse, the killing and the overall pleasure of it.*Pleasure rolls his tongue as he speaks his own name, as if gaining some perverse joy from it* [I]Calon drops to his knees and begins whimpering again whispering ‘No’ and ‘It’s not true’ to himself although realising at the back of his mind that Pleasure only speak the truth. Finally gaining enough confidence to face Pleasure, Calon pulls himself up only to face a young attractive woman dressed something a kin to Little Red Riding Hood in Pleasures’ place.[/I] [B]LRRH:[/B] Speaking of overall pleasure *The Woman spoke sexily with a hint of lust in her voice* why don’t you come here and work away your frustration. [I]Calon was reluctant at first, but whispers from his jeans overrode his reluctance. As he walked towards her, the woman began to slowly untie the small rope holding her cloak closed over what appeared to be her naked body. Just when he got to her and pulled the cloak hungrily away the woman was gone. In her place was a cowering, naked very young girl. At this Calon cringed and turned away realising that he had yet again been tricked by one of his own Emotions. Again Pleasure was sitting behind him in the girls place laughing hysterically.[/I] [B]Pleasure:[/B] Oh man! I am so good! You can’t make this stuff up you know! [I]Pleasure continued laughing as Calon threw himself down upon his bed outright crying this time.[/I] Hope that’s what you meant by sample.

I was going to start a new thread but I figured I'd get told off and have it combined with this thread anyways. On to the point, I've seen Advent Children! Albeit in Japanese with subs but hell, if the subs (or even the actual voices for that matter) were done in Wookie it wouldn't detract from the over all awesomeness of this film! ...Well, maybe it'd get annoying but meh. When I first heard of this film I was expecting an awesome film but after actually watching I was totally blown away. The complete dedication to detail and the over all look and feel of the film was sheerly breath taking. Whether they do actually release the 'Pieces' version for you 'Mericans and us Europeans I have only one thing to say...BUY IT! I would so love to go into detail about the film but many people will probably hate me for ruining the film. Let's just say that every character plays their part and the final conflict is awesome. And if you're a fan of Cloud...this film is definately for you. ^_^ EDIT: Forgot to mention, if anyone wants to talk about the film you can email me at [email]AJCMetallica@hotmail.co.uk[/email] or AIM me with AJCMetallica or MSN with the email addy

Sounds cool. Let me know if you have any problems or want anything changed. [B]Name:[/B] [I]Vincent John Ezekiel, Also sometimes referred to as ‘V’, John or ‘Zeek’.[/I] [B]Age:[/B] [I]47[/I] [B]Gender:[/B] [I]Male[/I] [B]Appearance:[/B] [I]For a man pushing fifty Vincent looks deceptively young. His head is still full of light brown hair that hangs just past his neckline and his hazel eyes still hold the bright spark of a young and adventurous teen. He often sports a full beard of the same colour as his hair and is almost always found smiling. He stands at roughly 5’10” and weighs approximately 170 lbs. His body is kept in shape and ripples with powerful muscles all over. Vincent normally wears bottoms and a long sleeved top made from a material, which looks deceptively like leather. This is however not the case, as his tunic is made from the skin of a once powerful dragon. Vincent also wears a large black cloak when outdoors.[/I] [B]Class:[/B] [I]Vincent is highly skilled and well trained mage who is highly proficient in many areas, whilst still only holding a basic level of ability in others (This will be explained).[/I] [B]Occupation:[/B] [I]Scientist/Inventor[/I] [B]Personality:[/B] [I]Although Vincent has lived by himself for many years he still remembers his manners and can hold an intelligent conversation with almost anyone. He is very outgoing and generally sees the humour in everything. Vincent is often described as ‘The Mad Scientist’ for this very reason and there are no doubts that he is eccentric. Vincent has a reputation for standing up for those who have little and those who need protecting. He tends to live carefree and takes life as it comes. He is a highly likeable person to most and enjoys the company of new and strange people.[/I] [B]Bio:[/B] [I]Vincent was born from a line of noble mage scholars and therefore was schooled in basic spell casting and wizardry from an early age. Always fascinated by dragons and generally curious, Vincent disrespected his family’s heritage by leaving their empire to learn more of the dragons. Some time after his eighteenth birthday he packed up what little of his treasured possessions he could with enough money taken from his father to live on and headed off on his journey of knowledge. Of course, Vincent didn’t just stumble upon a dragon after leaving his doorstep, it took many years to actually see a dragon with his own eyes. However on his travels Vincent lived in many places and met many people. He would learn many thing whilst working with and for various people which aided in his later research of the dragons. Finally learning that dragons were regularly seen in and around the Alsoto area, Vincent headed in that direction. Although Vincent had once led a life of luxury on his Father’s estate he quickly adapted to living alone and learned to live off the land and quickly set up a dwelling in the Mountain region not too far from Alsoto. Vincent’s first encounter with a dragon was more than likely his most memorable. Whilst out collecting berries, rabbits and fire wood for the cold night ahead Vincent followed a horrible screeching sound to the injured form of a dragon. Vincent finally seizing his opportunity immediately came to the dragon’s aide only to meet hostility. Using his charismatic personality to his advantage, Vincent quickly convinced the dragon that he would bring him no harm and only wished to help, revealing his basic level of healing magic. Vincent later learned that some pirates wishing to steal his hide and sell it had attacked the dragon, named Genesis. Vincent had learned much earlier that dragon skin and bones were highly sought after and those selling them were handsomely paid. Vincent and Genesis naturally became fast friends and Genesis taught Vincent much of the nature and ways of dragons. Vincent also learned that through knowledge gained from his dragon friend that he could create new spells and increase his own powers as well. Unfortunately, Genesis died several months later, revealing that he was a very old and wise dragon. Vincent was deeply moved by the loss of his first and only dragon friend and, following Genesis’ wishes, fashioned clothing from the dragon’s dead form as a way to always be with and protect Vincent even in death. Through the next few years Vincent built up a more sophisticated dwelling in the mountain area and met and observed many more dragons. Vincent occasionally went into Alsoto for previous Festivals and other events and regularly used the Algorin family Inn quickly becoming close to the family. During his time on the mountains, Vincent and has seen and learnt much and is often sought out for aid to other scholars and those wishing to learn about dragons, as well as the curious traveller here and there wishing to meet the mountain’s ‘Mad Scientist’. Vincent has reached somewhat mythical fame for his endeavours with dragons and his various creations. Something in Vincent’s gut tells him that this years festival will be most enjoyable and he will be leaving his dwelling for Algorin Inn in Alsoto very soon.[/I]

The flames surrounded him in every direction. It didn’t seem possible but the flames were everywhere. They were above him, below, he even breathed the flames as if they were the oxygen feeding him life. He fought relentlessly, but of course got nowhere, there was no end to the flame. He fought his way from one set into another. It brings a whole new meaning to the saying ‘out of the pan and into the fire.’ With a furious grunt and a violent thrashing, Feuer shock himself from his nightmare. The same one that haunted his mind most nights when he settled for sleep. His makeshift bed, made from sticks and leaves, was soaked through yet the morning dew had not yet hit. Feuer used the back of his hand to wipe his sweaty brow and then he got up, deciding that sleep would not come this night. Feuer left the darkness and pain of the forest behind him as he headed in a Northeast direction towards the mountains, where he hoped he would find more peace than in this dark place. However, Feuer knew that he would almost certainly have to head through a town or main city so he could restock his supplies. This meant interacting with the masses. Feuer inwardly cringed at the idea but continued his fast paced walk towards the town he had spotted from the forest earlier that evening. Strangely he had not encountered any demonic presence in the forest, except maybe when he slept. The “Demons” as they had been called when they first appeared what must have been around 4-5 years earlier had become a threat to almost everything that lived, and Feuer had encountered many on his travels. Needless to say, Feuer always got the upper hand as these Demons were always so arrogant of their own abilities and always underestimated Feuer’s abilities. The sword strung on his back, ‘The Flames of Hell’, always aided him in cutting the Demons down from their high horses. The path he was following smoothened as he continued and it widen to become a road to, Feuer guessed, the town he was heading towards. After the fierce humidity and heat of the dense forest, Feuer was looking forward to the fresh and cool air of the mountain ranges in the North. With any luck he wouldn’t encounter any Demonic forces in that direction either, but then again, luck never did favour Feuer.

"I know exactly what you mean." Andrew commented wryly. He had always found that type of girl to be a complete let down. They're always cheery about something and they're so fake and two faced it just wasn't funny. Generally he just ignored them to begin with, it was much easier. "I admit I have energy, but they just take it too far, y'know?" He questioned with an empathetic look in his smouldering eyes. Tres immediately stared at his eyes without noticing what she was doing. She quickly shook her head and then continued, "Yeah, they're so two faced and fake, it's unbelievable." Andrew smirked at her comment, 'like reading her mind'. He nodded in her direction and then flopped backwards again. "Maybe now I'll be able to get my timetable," He sighed as the line of students was quickly decreasing, "Ladies first." He gestured with his arm for Tres to head to the line before him. Andrew then turned to Leo and offered him the next place. Leo gave a gratifying smile and hopped to his feet in the line behind Tres. Andrew then stood behind him and began to speak again. "So what subjects are we taking Kiddies?"

As the bench fluttered forward, Andrew caught himself and noticed that the girl to his side was still falling. With a slight adjustment in his balance he threw out an arm and caught her before she fell. He gave her a nod and turned his attention to the guy who was now sitting on the floor looking very embarrassed. "help ya man?" He questioned as he held out a hand to the embarrassed stranger. The guy grabbed Andrew's hand and Andrew pulled him up with a quick tug. The guy was back on his feet dusting himself off when Andrew sat back down and got comfy. "Sorry about that," the stranger commented as he took a seat the opposite side of Andrew to the mysterious girl, "I'm Leo". "Andrew." He grunted with a certain sense of mystery. "Call me Tres." The girl said as she turned to them both. Andrew had noticed her noticing him while she had sat quietly next to him. He had also noticed the roseyness of her cheeks after looking at him and did have smirk spread across his face when Leo had bumped into them. His first few minutes and he's already attracting someone, it was a pleasing moment. Breaking out of his reverie, Andrew pointed his thumb to the popular crowd and said "You know them?" To neither in particular but both quickly answered in unison with "Yeah." Interesting he thought to himself. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad as he had first thought.

"Hmm..." Andrew grunted as he looked around, seeing nobody he recognised...obviously. He pulled from his back pocket a small typed letter which displayed his name, a list of the subjects he'd chosen and a note that he should go to the main reception area for a copy of his time table. Again his head darted to and fro searching for any indication of where this recpetion area might be. Andrew guessed it would be where everyone else was headed...towards the big doors which had a sign saying 'reception' and pointing in that direction. Andrew slapped his forehead as he began to walk in that direction. He was confronted by a long line of people who were also here for timetables apparently. He figured maybe they've have some order or something but then got fed up and took a seat in the waiting area. He saw many groups of stereotypical people standing around, as usual. Andrew could immediately tell the popular crowd, the ones who laughed at their own jokes and just generally had no concern for anyone else around them. He sighed and put his head back on the small comfy chair. "It's gonna be a long day!"

His eyes suddenly began to focus. The bright light of the Sun shone in through Andrew’s open window like a natural wake up device. “Alright, alright, I’m up! Get off my back!” Whatever possessed him to shout at the Sun quickly disappeared and he groaned as he rose from his bed. Andrew headed towards his dresser and removed a pair of clean socks and boxers before heading to the bathroom. On his way to the bathroom he turned on his CD player and it began shouting out great music. After a quick shower in the bathroom he changed into his clean clothes and began to form his usual spikes with gel and then went back to his chest of drawers in the bedroom and took out his jeans and T-shirt. The T-shirt was a tight fitting black one and his jeans were dark blue, as always. Just before he left the bedroom to get his breakfast he turned on the laptop on his desk. Sitting on the chair in the combined living and dinning area, Andrew ate his bowl of cereal while watching whatever anime happened to be on this early in the morning. With breakfast out of the way he headed back to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and put on some after shave and then returned to the laptop. By this time the computer had booted and was already waiting for Andrew to insert the port into the back of his neck. Without delay he grabbed the port from its holder on the side of the laptop and inserted into the back of his neck and his body immediately went numb. Andrew found this part of the procedure the best. That split second where your consciousness had left your body but hadn’t fully left. It was breath taking. After confirmation of his password and the searing white light of acceptance he found himself in this strange new place. Andrew immediately decided that since he was early he would sit around in some kind of socialising area...but where to find one?

[B]Name:[/B] [I]Feuer[/I] (Pronounced [I]Fire[/I]) [B]Age:[/B] [I]19[/I] [B]Appearance:[/B] [I]Feuer stands just above 5’9”, weighs about 182 lbs and has a broad muscular build. His light brown hair is constantly spiked upwards and he has seemingly cold, calculating hazel eyes. He has handsome good looks despite a long scar from his right ear down to his shoulder. Feuer generally wears a black tunic which is almost always covered over by a large black cloak.[/I] [B]Weapons:[/B] [I]Feuer’s weapons are numerous and regularly replaced. His main weapon however, is one of his most treasured possessions. Whilst training under a wise old sage, Feuer had learned to fight with a sword, and as a parting gift when his training was complete, Feuer was given a sword, expertly crafted by the old man so suit Feuer’s style of fighting and his build and size. Now armed with his sword, the aptly named “The Flames of Hell”, Feuer wields a deadly weapon against the supernatural forces. Feuer handles his sword with years of experience and dexterity.[/I] [B]Race:[/B] [I]Human[/I] [B]Class:[/B] [I]Mage[/I] [B]Abilities:[/B] [I]Feuer is very proficient with his magical skills and despite his age, he has little left to learn. He can use his magic for many purposes but his main ability is to use his magical energy to increase the performance of his body so that he can fight on the same level as a Demon/Angel. Feuer is also capable of channelling his energies into his sword, “The Flames of Hell” so that the blade glows with scorching flames.[/I] [B]Motivation:[/B] [I]See Bio for details.[/I] [B]Personality:[/B] [I]Feuer is generally mysterious in all senses of the word. There are very few people who know anything about him, least of all how he acts with others. Feuer remembers little or nothing of his early life only that he is on this earth for a purpose. He has firm set morals and beliefs on almost everything but keeps to himself generally. Among those he is familiar he tends to display a sarcastic humour but generally his words seem to have far more wisdom behind them than his age suggests he might have.[/I] [B]Bio:[/B] [I]For the part of his life that Feuer can actually remember he has wondered. Feuer has travelled all over in hopes of finding clues of his origin or heritage but he has been constantly frustrated by failure. The whole of his early life is totally forgotten to Feuer except for the lessons taught to him by...someone. He isn’t even sure if Feuer is his actual name. He happened to come across the Sinners by chance and decided that his purpose lay with them. Although how he knew this was a mystery, but both his heart and his mind told him that he should stick with them. Since his meeting with the Sinners, Feuer has lighten in his approach to others and has allowed them to get close and he might actually begin to trust them.[/I] [B]Character Exerpt:[/B] [I]Feuer has a very unique outlook on life. While he travels knowing virtually nothing about his identity other than that he is himself, he is always envious of those with families and relationships. However, this envy doesn’t run his life. Feuer is quite content with his life as he knows more about himself than can be said for most others. He is deeply concerned with the pursuit of justice and clearing the world of pain and loss. This pursuit thus far has only been in vain, as some how Feuer always seems to cause trouble wherever he goes. This has resulted in a sort of warped and contradictory outlook on life and those around him. Feuer desperately hates his fellow humans with a passion for their ignorance of their gifts and great lives yet he longs to save them all from pain.[/I]

[B]Name:[/B] [I]Andrew John Campbell[/I] [B]Age:[/B] [I]17[/I] [B]Gender:[/B] [I]Male[/I] [B]Appearance:[/B] [I]Andrew stands at just above 5’9”, weighs around 168 lbs and has a broad build. His light brown hair is always spiked vertically upwards and his piercing hazel eyes look around with purpose. He has handsome good looks despite always having a look of discomfort on his face. Andrew always wears dark blue jeans, normally a T-shirt of some kind with either a logo or writing of some description on it and white trainers. Normally wears a silver chain around his neck.[/I] [B]Personality:[/B] [I]Andrew is fundamentally labelled as the mysterious and smouldering stranger. Very few people know anything about him, except trusted friends. He is generally introverted amongst strangers and when he does speak his comments are normally blunt and very insightful. This is a result of his calculating and intelligent mind mixed with a complete lack of self-confidence, although he doesn’t show it. Andrew covers up for his lack of confidence by being constantly sarcastic and humorous where he can be. Andrew is in general a caring person, despite not showing that either, and is very passionate about what he believes and feels.[/I] [B]Bio:[/B] [I]With his high IQ and general aptitude for work and most other activities, getting onto the bio-net was not at all difficult. Andrew’s record is spotless of crime or any form of corruption and is seen by many that know of his achievements as a role model. Andrew has lived with his Family his entire life and has been mostly taught in regular school, but through his own choice he decided he wanted to get away from that life and moved into his own apartment and joined the bio-net to meet new people and so on. It also seemed like a good idea at the time.[/I] [B]Hobbies:[/B] [I]Andrew regularly plays drums and a little guitar, draws on a regular basis, is a rabid games fan, and enjoys reading occasionally when there’s nothing else to do.[/I] [B]Classes:[/B] [I]Maths, English, Science, Gym/Weight training, Art and ICT.[/I]

The Prince’s room was well furnished with marble floors and walls and a desk with a nice finish. The desk was the first thing that caught Raspout’s gaze before he dropped to his knee. He arose and made direct eye contact with his Prince and brought a huge smirk to his features. “Well Prince Vegeta, the chamber you asked me to work on has now passed my preliminary tests and the prototype is ready for your use. I thought it only fitting that you be the first person to fully tests it’s limits since you encouraged and supported the idea.” Raspout’s comment seemed to stir something in Vegeta, a memory long forgotten perhaps, but the Prince swiftly shifted it aside and strode purposefully from behind his desk and towards Raspout. “This is excellent news Raspout but there are more important things at hand right now,” At this Raspout’s demeanour altered drastically. His Saiya-jin smirk faded and he slumped ever so slightly. Vegeta, however, continued not noticing the change. “Perhaps it is better that you continue the tests under your own power and I’ll come directly to your lab for the trials after this ‘problem’ has been resolved.” At this Raspout put his protective smirk back up and bowed before speaking one last time with his Prince. “It would be an honour my Prince, however if you feel that any of my skills could be put to use with this ‘problem’ as it were you will notify me?” Vegeta smirked at his fellow Saiya-jin and then gripped him by the shoulder to show him his way out. “You can count on it.” Raspout left Vegeta’s chamber and was escorted back to the front door in much the same way that he’d been shown in, yet this time he lacked his confidence. Now slightly disheartened, Raspout took to the air once again. It was at times like this when the Red Light District would have been perfect for a few drinks but for obvious reasons that would not be possible tonight. The air was brisk tonight. Rather than dart back to his apartment quickly Raspout flew slowly and admired the feel of the slight wind on his face. The cool night air suddenly brought back to him a memory of one of his very few experiences off world. It must have been at least four or so years ago now. He was sent to a small planet that had just been purged to collect all it’s technology and any thing that looked like it could have been of use to the planet. Since there was no danger to Raspout’s health with the planet having been purged a day earlier he was sent to meet the Purge Team by himself in a one-man pod. He slept most of the way however, but woke just as he was planetside to see the entire city blanketed with a strange white substance that he had not yet encountered in his 13 years of life. “What is it?” Were the only words that formed at his mouth as he met the Purge Team. He just stood in awe of the fluffy white stuff just barely listening to the answer he was so eagerly awaiting. It was at this time that he was jerked out of his reverie as he saw his set of buildings come in to view all lit up in the night sky. There were many things in Raspout’s life that he definitely took for granted but sight was not one of them. He studied and watched everything with deadly accuracy and admired all things that were beautiful and were deserving of his admiration and sometimes even small insignificant things caught his admiration. Raspout swept into his apartment and then into his room like a hurricane seeking the sleep he desperately needed after yet another several days with little sleep. Upon examining he apartment on his way through it was apparent that his older sister had been and left again. To do what he couldn’t say, his sister was like a woman possessed on most occasions and lately they very rarely saw each other with her build up of work and Raspout generally living in the lab. He could always catch up with her some other time when she demanded to see him that way she always did when she hadn’t seen him in so long, but right now sleep beckoned him as a lusty wife would her husband and he would not disappoint.

After several hours of fumbling about in the bowels of the chamber Raspout emerged when a collection of shrill beeping began to emit from his scouter to signal to him that it was now half past twelve. He made his way out and tapped a button that disabled the scouter and Raspout left the lab area and ascended a flight of stairs to his apartment. The room was quite small, but enough for its occupants. It was made up of a living area, a very small dining area (most of the food was provided for the techs) and two bedrooms each with an attached bathroom. The entrance led into the living area, which had a few chairs, scattered, a table with some blue prints and scruffy written notes, a large mirror on the main wall and large square on the opposite wall. There was a corridor that led to the dining area and on either side of the corridor were the doors to each bedroom. The other bedroom was occupied by Raspout’s older sister. After one look in the mirror he tore removed his clothes and threw them into the square in the wall which worked as a cleaner and would have them cleaned and returned to him in several hours. Raspout immediately entered his wash room and began his shower. The inspection of the chamber had left him covered with grease and all kinds of black coloured filth. The water was warm and the shower was quick; Raspout didn’t like to be wet for too long and exited hastily. Raspout dried himself quickly with a flaring of his ki and pulled on another black jump suit from his closet. This was followed by the routine pulling on of his grey gloves and boots and then he headed for a special compartment on the far wall next to the cleaning slot. It opened when Raspout pressed his palm against a small reader on the left of it to reveal his ceremonial armour. It was white with yellow shoulder pads like the traditional armour and carried the Saiyajin insignia on the left chest plate. There were however some unique differences with Raspout’s armour; there was a slightly larger insignia on the back plates stating in his name and from underneath the right shoulder pad a red cloth like fabric snaked it’s way out and over the pad to drape down his back. The cloth had more Saiyajin writing on it to state that Raspout was one of the head techs and another that showed he was still a member of the army as well and was indeed a warrior. Raspout pulled the armour over his head and left his apartment once more. Now outside the lab complex, Raspout took to the air with an explosion of crackling green light surrounding him. His overall destination was the Palace but he decided on a small detour to survey the damages to the Red Light District and to see if repairs were underway. From the sky it was clear how vast the blast must have been and how in Vegetasei’s name had the blast managed to get by unnoticed. The cleaning crew was however removing rubble and what was left of the once flourishing district, so some progress was being made. Raspout then radically turned direction and began to fly against the refreshing night air on his way to the Palace. Raspout landed gracefully outside the Palace and walked purposefully through the large doors and headed towards the dwelling of the Prince. The guard outside the Prince’s room nodded his head in recognition of Raspout’s presence and Raspout replied with bow. “Has the Prince returned from the meeting with Master Arano?” “He returned not too long ago. What business do you have with Prince Vegeta?” Raspout’s face formed a smirk as he prepared himself. He loved being asked about the special task that the Prince had asked him about personally and yet hated explaining it to those Saiyajin who did not hold an understanding for his work. “The Prince has asked me to keep him notified on a project I’ve been working on and I wish to comply with this by talking with him now.” The Guards eyebrow raised with an untold interest but he opened the door and entered to announce Raspout’s presence to the Prince. “My Liege, Raspout from the Tech Division to see you.” “Send him” The Prince’s reply seemed a little more harsh than usual and with a lot of anger evident. Raspout walked into the room quickly and then dropped to one knee and placed his right hand over his chest and bowed his head in front of Vegeta. “Welcome Raspout, what news have you got for me...?”

Boy do I feel boring? As far as I know I'm completely Welsh except for the quarter of English blood I get from my Grandmother on my Father's side. She comes from Birmingham and has some really weird actions. Although my Grandfather on my Mother's side has travelled more or less everywhere during WWII so that should count for something. EDIT: Although my prominent heritage is Welsh I have never really been able to learn the language at school because I was brought up learning entirely English. When I sit and look at it the Welsh language looks really stupid to me but meh. My GF however is much the same as me but with a hint of Irish. She is learning Welsh and is very good at it and as I'm with her longer I sort of catch on to what she's saying if she speaks it.

Like most of my preferences I can't really pin down a horror genre that I like and that's it. I agree that the Hollywood version of The Ring was only scary on the first viewing because of the shock horror moments. Although I can't comment fully because i have no method of watching the Japanese version. Where do you guys get these Japanese horro films from? I really liked the remake of Dawn of the Dead too, although I have seen the original and I like those. I really liked Sam Raimi's The Evil Dead film as a horror film and I really enjoy the too sequels as horror with comedy rolled in. Admitedly the horror/comedy films of today are leaning more towards the comedy aspect which lessens the scare. Although I am a fan of the older classics like Alien/s, Halloween and various others including The Lost Boys (I really enjoyed this film. My Mother told me that I couldn't watch this for the longest time while I was young but now that I've seen it it is ultimately one of those films that I just watch over and over again). As far as the whole 'horror films of today getting crap' discussion goes I'll have to agree with others in saying that it's your growing up that has affected how you watch horror films now. These days I'll start watching a horror film (and generally most other films) with the assumption that anything can and most likely will happen. I really think that, once again as has been said, that traditional horror films have been done to death (pardon the pun) but the ones that make you think about life and other things still have a little life in them. My apologies for this rant.

OOC: I've been approved by Neil so here's my final Sign-up:- Name: Raspout Age: 17 Nickname: N/A Height: 5’11” Weight: 202 lbs Appearance: Raspout’s body and mind are almost complete opposites of the regular Saiya-jin mould. Where as the average Saiya-jin is more inclined to have tanned skin, Raspout is very pale in comparison. His skin is so pale in most places that his veins show through and his eyes have a dirty black colour underneath them, making them stand out in a hostile looking way. Not only that, but his pupils have a distinct red tinge to their blackness. His stature is average for a Saiya-jin but his hair is far to uniform. Where as most other Saiya-jin’s hair sticks up or down in some pattern of disarray Raspout’s hair sticks completely up and is perfectly symmetrical in everyway. It is very short on the back and sides and sticks upwards on top adding 2” to his height. His body overall is sculptured to that of above average Saiya-jin standard; each muscle is toned and clearly defined through his uniform. Raspout wears a black jumpsuit along with grey gloves and boots. He only wears his armour when it is required for a social situation or he is placed in a battle situation. I may be able to get a pic up soon as well. Biography/History: A Saiya-jin child like Raspout could not have been born at a better time. Having been born one week before the event that sent the Saiya-jin’s would-be-destroyer fleeing Raspout was a child perfectly suited for the new Empire. His father was destroyed in the battle and Raspout was rated with a sickly low power level but was spared destruction with the new law that all Saiya-jins could become greatly powerful. It so happened that there was an opening for an assistant in the newly opened Tech sector of the Empire and Raspout was sent there because of his lack of fighting power. Although he had very little in the department of actual fighting power, Raspout’s mind worked on a far higher level than an average Saiya-jin and he became a key figure in the R&D sector. At the age of 9, Raspout put forward many of the ideas that have been developed into facilities now used for everyday life and training. As he got older and with very little training to encourage it, Raspout’s power grew as if it were being controlled by some foreign force. Taking this to be some kind of gift from higher beings Raspout began training and became quite powerful. Obviously he was nothing compared to those Saiya-jin who have trained their entire lives but his power was a cause of interest to many. As he got older and with many yeas of success and technical experience behind him Raspout brought himself higher and higher in the Development Sector and eventually became one of main thinkers and brought even more advancements in the society to light. Although he initially worked closely with Mannix at one point, Raspout preferred to stay on his home world while the older Saiya-jin would go away off world to learn all that he could of new technology. Now almost 18, Raspout works as one of the head researchers and has recently been working on a further development of the training rooms he designed years previously. These days Raspout works harder than ever in his training and has earned the power he now possesses and wields freely. Signature Attacks: Exodus Energy:- An attack based on using pure light as a tool for destruction. Raspout channels energy into his palms and shapes it in to a blade like shape which is blisteringly hot to anyone else and gives off almost blinding light. Light Dash:- A technique developed by Raspout to incredibly augment his speed at any given moment for a period as short as a nano-second or as long as roughly 10 seconds. Although not very strong, if Raspout puts enough of this speed behind his agile attacks this technique can pack a punch and can be extremely deadly when combined with Exodus Energy. Galactic Smash:- This technique is an invisible wave of energy that Raspout can hurl quickly or charge up with massive amounts of energy if it is necessary. Although it can be sensed by those with the ability, this attack rarely misses because most combatants rely too heavily on their eyes. However when this attack is charged up greatly it loses it’s edge of being invisible. Weapons: N/A Power Level: 22,000 --- IC: Here we go then! The black liquid sprayed from the innards like blood from an artery. Raspout slammed down the screwdriver like tool and began to wipe his face with his overalls. His adjustments to the training chamber were going a lot smoother than his other technical endeavours but today there was just something completely wrong with his technical skills altogether. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that he had very little sleep the night previous compared with most nights or perhaps it was the large blast of energy that had come crashing through their ceilings the night previous. Needless to say when Raspout had spoken with Mannix briefly earlier that day he didn’t sound happy. He was literally fuming about the fact that this large wave could have made it past their early warning systems without being tampered with by someone on the inside prior to the event. Mannix had also said that he would learn more about the attack upon consulting with Arano later that evening. Of course Raspout had not yet been informed of the fate of their planet yet and so it was constantly at the forefront in his mind preventing him from continuing with his latest designs. However, The prototype Chamber that Raspout had already completed was ready for it’s trial phase, which he was about to start. A good work out sounded good after all the mechanical work he’d done today. Raspout shed himself of his overalls and stared at the chamber. It was dome shaped like all the other chambers he’d crafted but this one was obviously not completely covered. Many of the wires still hung freely and there were many cables going along the floors and walls. After the removal of his overalls Raspout was left with a small pair of shorts and nothing else. Opening a small compartment on the outside wall of the chamber revealed his training jump suit. Raspout pulled the jet black garment from the cupboard and pulled it over his legs and rather than pulling it up over the top half of his body he tied the arms around his waist and then wrapped his tail around the arms. He pulled on his dull grey boots from another compartment and then entered the chamber. From the inside it was hard to tell that it was the same dome. The metal that served as the walls was so shiny that a reflection could be seen in it from across the other side of the chamber and covered every inch of the room. There was a light humming resonating in the room and a small control panel on the left side of the door came to life with lights and various coloured buttons. Raspout hit a red coloured button that activated the panel and then keyed in several commands and then made his way to the centre of the room and braced himself. "SGS activated. Searching for sufficient power. Power source found. Simulation will begin in 10 seconds..." The dull female monotone echoed loudly through out the room and the humming grew louder as the power to the chamber was enabled. Raspout bent his knees to a 45-degree angle and pulled his arms to his side in preparation for the simulation. There were a few beeping sounds before the voice returned. "Simulated gravity will now activate at 6 times Vegetasei’s normal gravity." As the simulation kicked an immense pressure found it’s way to Raspout’s body and began forcing him to the floor. In theory 6 times the planet’s normal gravity shouldn’t have been this hard but then again maybe it reflected Raspout’s training sessions of late, or lack of. Perhaps more thought was required before attempting this or perhaps it required a higher power to test it. Raspout immediately forced his power upward to his limit and found it slightly easier to stand and even moved slightly. "Emergency deactivation protocol priority 1." The central computer of the chamber reacted almost instantaneously to Raspout’s command and the simulation terminated. Raspout’s power instinctively dropped to resting level as his breathing became slightly laboured. After catching his breath and wiping his body of the sweat it had developed Raspout left the chamber and took his scouter from the same compartment which he had taken his training uniform and attached it to his left ear and activated it’s communication system. "Greetings Mannix. I hope that the consultation has gone well and I’m anxious to hear of your findings. I’ll be in the lab when you return hopefully for you to explain the situation to me and I’d like to show you some of the new designs I’ve been working on that may be of interest to you." The scouter recorded and then relayed the message to Mannix’s current scouter ready for when he activated it. Raspout did this so as not to interrupt his senior officer while in his meeting and then hopefully stay on the older Saiya-jin’s better side. Raspout then picked up a small box of tools and entered one of the naked walls of the chamber and began tampered with wires and readjusting various circuit boards. Whatever news Mannix brought back, this night was about to get a whole lot longer than it already was.

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[I]John entered his quarters before the doors had fully opened. Being around people again wasn’t as nice as he was expecting it to be. Almost subconsciously John began pacing in front of his mirror with his arms held tightly behind his back as if he were a military General.[/I] "[B]I don’t think any one of them has a clue what they’re in for. Then again it doesn’t matter, I’ll probably be the only one to survive knowing my b*stard luck![/B]" [I]John was disrupted from his mind rant when his stomach made a horrendous growling sound.[/I] [B]John:[/B] Gods Namit! [I]On his way back to the Cafeteria, John pulled his right arm up so that his watch was visible and he stopped dead in his tracks. The hands were spinning around alternatively in the clockwise and anticlockwise direction. After about half a minute of this the hands firmly readjusted themselves to 6-7 hours later than what it had been just before he left the room. Upon entering the Cafeteria, The Captain, Chubbs John recalled, and one of the girls who had been there earlier were setting up for coffee. The thing that struck John first was the fact that both of them had changed and looked refreshed, yet it had only been a matter of about 5-6 minutes to John. Both of them looked up on his entry and Allen tilted his head to call him over. John walked over almost deathly and stopped just before reaching them. Again he brought up his arm to view his watch and then he looked at them both in disbelief.[/I] [B]Vivian:[/B] Would you like some coffee, John was it? [B]John:[/B] *mechanical tone* wha…? Oh! No thanks. Yeah, John Lars. Just call me Ghost if you want. Say do either of you have the time? [I]Vivian immediately pointed at the large clock at the back of the room and John’s Watch confirmed the time it displayed. Allen and Vivian then looked at each other puzzled. John shrugged and then continued to speak.[/I] [B]John:[/B] Do either you ever zone out and miss large portions of the day? [I]Now Allen and Vivian looked even more puzzled.[/I] [B]John:[/B] Just me than yeah?

[I]The station was quieter than usual today. Admittedly John had been sleeping for near enough three days and only God knows what could have happened on this God forsaken rock. He did after all remember waking briefly after hearing a large crash and an explosion? Things were suddenly coming back to him. He was awake when he heard the explosion he was standing at the small circular window watching as the ship fell onto this very moon. With this revelation now apparent to John he altered his course to head towards the mess hall thinking that if anybody had survived then maybe that’s were they would be. Upon his arrival to the Mess hall it was just as empty and lifeless as he had left it so many days earlier, wondering if anyone was alive then as well. Although all John could think about was meeting his end so that he could be reunited with his family and not really wanting to interact with people he found himself missing people he had never even met. He cursed himself for being human and then took some bread and cheese from one of the fridge’s and constructed himself a large cheese sandwich. Needless to say John devoured the sandwich in a few very large bites and gulped down a tankard of water afterwards, disregarding its contamination. He figured being sick would be a little more exciting than doing nothing else. After his small meal John left his seat and began wondering again not really knowing where he was going until he heard the sounds of voices. He figured he was hearing things until he heard some banging as well. His eyebrow immediately raised in the direction of the sounds John began heading in that direction only to find that it was a small pocket radio he had found and left there last week because of its lack of battery yet here it was working fine. Although the radio was working the sounds it made were for from a normal broadcast. The sounds emitting from the device sounded like someone was being strangled with all sorts of things breaking in the background. John came to the conclusion that it was more like someone scratching a record constantly. Not really feeling in the mood for this John turned the radio off and put it in his pocket for future use. John began to make his way to the security wing in hopes that he would find something this time. The last time he had gone John had found it weird that the main door was unlocked where as previously it had been locked and now once again locked. Perhaps there were some other people here, it was a big facility after all which John had felt it better not to explore up until this point. On route to the security wing John once again heard voices coming from the direction he was heading. Maybe there are people here after all...[/I]

Corey said it was ok for me to post. I look forward to doing this again. [I]All was quiet... The room echoed of silence and was covered with nothing. The drab metallic coverings everywhere made the room feel more like a box than a room. The bed wasn’t exactly comfortable John thought as he moaned into the world of reality. He had been sleeping for a while he decided after surveying the clock and had been woken by horrific visions of maiming. It wasn’t that these images were disturbing, well at least not to John, but that they kept him awake. His mind was too active these days, even with the lack of activity and interaction. John had grown accustomed to not touching or feeling anything or anyone and only getting involved in his work and his drink. Immediately he opened a can that was sitting next to his flat metal surface that served as a bed (yet felt more like an operating table). When the killings started John had not been afraid he had instantly gone looking for death hoping that he would then be reunited with his family. Of course he had pondered on suicide for some time after the deaths and recently but decided against it as being a weakness. Obviously death had taken as many victims as was needed.[/I] [B]Nonsense![/B] [I]John wiped the dripping sweat from his brow as he gazed into the mirror and attempted to pull back up his matted hair. By now the gel had lost most of its hold and his hair now looked a colossal mess. He dragged himself from his death like state and decided it was time to go looking again. His door breezed open and he left the room.[/I] [B]Why are the brave always the first to die?[/B]

[font=Verdana][size=1]I?m basically using my sign-up from the last RPG with a few changes if that?s ok.[/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1][b]Name:[/b] [i]John ?Ghost? Lars[/i] [b]Age:[/b] [i]37[/i] [b]Sex:[/b] [i]Male[/i] [b]Speciality:[/b] [i]Engineer[/i] [b]Bio:[/b] [i]Up to the present moment, and even before it, John?s life has been a blur. John was your average infant growing up in a small valley. John spent much of his young life drinking alcohol regularly with his friends, (which is the apparent reason for his terrible memory). Following in his brother?s footsteps John became an engineer on aeroplane and spacecraft engines. After recovering from alcoholism and marrying his girl friend since School, John was delighted to discover that his beautiful wife was pregnant with his first child; his daughter. Doing pretty well in his craft, as well as leading an amazing family life, John eventually ended up on Deimos despite not wanting to leave his family. John spent several months in the vile place until he received news that his wife had suffered a miscarriage and died along with the child.[/i] [i]As with his early life, John resorted to alcohol to soothe himself and eventually locked the grief away in his mind and continued with his time on Deimos. John?s apparent lack of a short term memory gets him trouble often and he usually slips his way out of it with his charming smile and witty sense of humour. After the loss of his budding family, John became a little destructive and his humour became more blunt and sarcastic and he hardly ever had a smile other than when he maliciously took joy in the misfortune of others. Up until recently John knew nothing of Dr. Weir, the Event Horizon and all other rescue missions involved. He?s about to be rudely awakened.[/i] [i]Lately, things have been going wrong in the Deimos Colony. People disappearing over the past month and then one person turned up as a long since burned corpse chained to the wall of his apartment. That was when everything went wrong. ?They? were on the colonists before they knew what hit them. People started appearing in the most horrific of ways and in the most random of places. While everyone else fears for their lives, John however welcomes whatever lurks in the darkness as he believes that he will be reunited with his wife and unknown daughter.[/i] [b]Appearance:[/b] [i]John has fairly pale skin and the under side of his eyes are a dirty brown colour earning him his nickname of ?ghost?. John is of a muscular build and prides himself on his body. He weighs around just over 190lbs and is about 5?10?. His eyes are dark shade of hazel and the glare in them gives the impression that John could look into a person?s soul just by staring at them. John usually goes unshaven for weeks on end leaving him with a rather impressive Beard. John has short, light brown hair which is always spiked completely vertical. John usually wears his overalls, even when not working, and always carries his tool belt with his ?emergency bitter? attached to it.[/i][/size][/font]

[I]I used to have the bowl cut so many years ago, it was terrible and now whenever I see pictures of it or think back on it I wonder how the hell I did it physically and what the hell I was thinking anyway! So I guess that was the worst time for me and my hair. I just recently got of the second worst hair cut I've ever had. I usally keep my hair spikey on top and as short as possible on the back and sides and I think it looks really good on me and used to have it cut every 3-4 weeks. But this time something seemed to keep stopping me from getting my hair cut (like my hairdresser falling down the stairs and then having to go to hospital). So for like a month or 2 I had like 7 inch spikes on my head and sort of long hair on the sides pushed backward. But yesterday I got fed upwith it so went to this new place and now my hair is comfortably short once again, although I think this guy didn't do as good a job as my regular.[/I]

Join Date: [B][b]09-19-2001[/b][/B] [font=Verdana][I]Apparently this is my join date (that was a no-brainer really). Most people will not know me because for the 3 years and however many days I've been here I've remained localised in the what was then Games and Stories and it appears that most of the regulars from that portion of the site are now inactive.[/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]For a long time, almost a year, I haven't posted anywhere so it's even less likely that the people who did know before then are still here. [/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]However as Gavin (Kane to those who don't know) said earlier two of the three members of the DBZ RPG army still live although are not doing much or anything in the way of a DBZ RPG. It was infact Gavin who drew me to this thread. [/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]Although lately I've been drawn back to the boards and have begun posting in other areas and have even taken on a family member, Shugo54, my son. [/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]Although most people will not know me I know a lot about the various memories that people have mentioned because I have watched these events from afar.[/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]Although once again I find myself straying from the original point I meant to make (which now escapes me) which is why I'm reluctant to make a return - or a "return" - to the boards on fear of being repeled because of my mindless rants.[/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana]Therefore I end my rant here.[/I][/font] [font=Verdana][/font] [font=Verdana][/font]

[I]For the longest time (probably started when I was like 5) I have dispised all religions because I always thought of them as a form of control and rules that must be followed if one wants the ultimate salvation and peace. My mother, although she doesn't go to Church, believes that there is a God and I suppose her beliefs are a very basic idea of Christianity and my father believes in the real, what can be proven by fact. I have always believed that things should be proven, which is why I've had such a problem with religions. But lately I've woken up a little and now have my own take on Religion. Religion as I see it now is an expression of a person's being, much like musical tastes and the personality. I still believe that things should be proven with facts and so on but now I feel that maybe there could be something or some being that governs over existance and decides who goes where upon their death. Despite all that I have said above I have found my own method of prayer or meditation. I really like to sit by myself at night in the dark with a window open looking out at the world and thinking to myself. And people will be happy to know that my tolerance for other peoples religions have grown although I hate it when people try to force their beliefs on someone else. Rambling complete.[/I]