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[size=1][B]“Well, ain’t this just fuckin’ peachy?”[/B] Vincent muttered rhetorically. His eyes scanned along the floor, following the small droplets of blood, Adrian’s eyes doing the same. [I]So much for a routine recruitment mission[/I] Vincent thought energetically. Maybe now he’d see some action. Vincent and Adrian had been reduced to routine, boring assignments for the last few weeks and it was starting to strain Vincent’s patience. Then again, even seeing some action wouldn’t make up for the lack of a good woman in his life right now. [B]“All things considered Ad, I think I’d have rather gone after the overly sensitive chick…”[/B] Vincent chirped with a naughty glint in his eye with regards to their colleague’s assignment. Adrian just stared at Vincent dumbly before shaking his head at the older man. [B]“Maybe we could just focus on the fact we have blood, a non-existent door and the lack of our guy?”[/B] Adrian returned with a sarcastic smirk. [B]“Iawn, dim problem.”[/B] Came Vincent’s reply as he slipped into using some Welsh words, knowing full well that it irritated his partner slightly. The two slid down the walls of the corridor, slinking slowly, perhaps a little too slowly for Adrian’s tastes Vincent thought. Finally they got to the stairwell on the opposite end of the building, its door missing much like the apartments was. [B]“Ya think you could zip up and take a quick look around?”[/B] Vincent whispered. In less than a second, Adrian disappeared, barely leaving an after-image and returned to the exact same position. He looked a little puzzled. [B]“The blood goes to the roof. It’s clear up there, no immediate danger. Whoever left the blood trail took it to the edge of the northern wall.”[/B] The two quickly made it up the last three flights of stairs and browsed around the rooftop. Aside from the lone blood trail, there was little else of interest. Vincent continued to further examine the darker corners before joining Adrian at the last spot of blood on the edge. They both peered over in unison in something of a comical fashion before looking at each other confused. It seemed to click with them at once about the guy they were looking for. Apparently, he controlled gravity. Adrian followed Vincent’s gaze over to the closest building the direction the blood suggested and then looked at Vincent. Vincent returned the look and moved his eyebrows excitedly with a smile. [B]“You up for it?”[/B] Adrian nodded and then took a few steps back before running full speed at the edge and leapt, his speed propelling him further than any other man. He landed on the other side and ran off around the larger roof looking for any signs of a struggle or perhaps, as Vincent probably suspected, a body. Taking a few steps back himself, Vincent contracted his powerful leg muscles before quickly extending them, effortlessly closing the large gap the street made between the two buildings. When he stood again, he saw his partner staring cautiously at a face-down body left in the centre of the roof. It appeared that some of the metal fencing surrounding the roofs generator was torn up and jutting awkwardly from the discarded body. Vincent looked grimly at the large pool of blood surrounding the body. He quickly composed himself, switched off any feeling he might have had for this man had he been a team-mate and stalked up. Pulling a rubber glove from his pocket, he covered his right hand before burying it in the hair of the man’s head. He pulled gently and stared into the dark holes where the eyes of this man should have been. [B]“It’s our guy,”[/B] he said, not giving anything away, [B]“Better get Ad and Gabe on the blower, this don’t look good...”[/B][/size]

[quote name='Vicky'][SIZE=1][I]Rubbery friend?[/I] Just... what? XD[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Yeah, what Vick said, only ¬_¬ instead. Seriously James, where the hell'd you come up with that? *Repeats any random comment about jacking-off being good, people who think otherwise being bad* Also, never been caught at self or sex pleasure, despite the shear volume of people running round every time.[/size]

[size=1][B]Name:[/B] Vincent Wynn (Generally goes by either Vince or Wynn) [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Physical Description:[/B] [url=http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/52627006.jpg?v=1&c=ViewImages&k=2&d=17A4AD9FDB9CF1939847EC77F5F8D1CE5D7A285C32FDB5DAA40A659CEC4C8CB6]Vincent Wynn[/URL] Standing around 6’3”, Vince is slim, streamlined and pure, broad-shouldered muscle. He seems to be in a constant supply of stubble (regardless of the frequency of shaving) and his light brown hair is generally messily spiked. His hazel eyes show intelligence and wisdom beyond his years and his freakishly straight, perfect, white teeth are constant ‘babe-magnets’, as he calls them. Those who know Vince generally never see him wear the same clothes twice, the only exception being his “favourite leather jacket”. Jeans, cargo pants, logo t-shirts, band t-shirts, Vince will generally wear anything and carry it off well. In recognition of his favourite band, Metallica, Vince has [url=http://onestopbob.com/v/metallica470.jpg][U]this tattoo[/U][/URL] on the outer side of his right bicep. [B]Personality:[/B] Vincent Wynn literally oozes charisma from his every pore. Although prone to abrupt changes in mood, people always seem to like the man, even when he’s being an absolute dick-head. He just knows how to talk to and get along with near enough anyone. Vince is very conscientious of his image and reputation so, despite having a vast plethora of knowledge, he would rather act stupid or ignorant so not to be accused of being ‘nerdy’. Vince’s arrogance knows no bounds and he is, quite literally, confidence incarnate, which greatly helps him in being a remarkable flirt. [B]Occupation:[/B] Genesis Operative (And a damn fine one at that!) [B]Power:[/B] Vince’s genetic make-up is far different to that of normal human beings. His muscle fibres and bone structure are far stronger and far more versatile than average people and his metabolism is insanely fast. As such, he possesses strength of a super human level in all his muscle groups and bones. This strange quality allows for increased strength and heightened agility, flexibility and speed on Vince’s part. His body also constantly works to rid him of all fatty acids and other waste products to keep his lean and muscular stature, regardless of what food he consumes. Hope that works for you Blayze. I tried to fulfil what you asked of me in the Underground. If it's not ok, I'll change it.[/size]

[size=1]Just a quick question on the first power I've considered. Essentially, I envision a character like Spider-Man, only without the webs and the wall-sticking ability. So, super strength, increased speed, flexibility, agility and so on. I immediately thought it too over-powered but I figure it couldn't hurt to ask. If it is, I'll pick something else instead.[/size]

[size=1]Much like most here, I have quite a few games I've dedicated far more than 100 hours to. By far the highest amount of hours I've put into any one game is [B]Sonic 3[/B]. Basically, I had this for my seventh birthday (I'm now 20), and I've played it to death. Still play it now. Hardly a week or month goes by that I haven't picked it up. I estimate I've played it for more hours than my two-year-old nephew has been born. Others include the [B]Resident Evil[/B] series, and that's not combined. Easily well more than 100 hours per game. Most recently 4. I loved that game so much that I bought for GC when it first came out and then the special edition on PS2 as well. I've completed it so many times and perfected the Mercs mini-game numerous times as well. I don't even want to go into the length of time I put into trying to unlock Hunk and Tofu in [B]Res 2[/B]. ¬_¬ I've played through the first two [B]Metal Gear Solid[/B]'s I don't know how many times too. I would still have a file facing off against the Hind on Extreme mode for [B]Twin Snakes[/B] if my damn memory card hadn't formatted. Really annoyed me that did. Trying to clock up similar hours on my newly purchased [B]MGS 3: Subsistence[/B]. [B]Final Fantasy VII[/B] and [B]VIII[/B] were played to death as well. I'm still yet to get round to beating Ruby and Emerald though. I'll have to sit and do that sometime soon. There's plenty more since I'm the type of guy who literally plays my games to death when I get them. If they're that good, I'll normally do the whole thing over again and again not long after the first play through.[/size]

[size=1]Naturally I'm still interested. It's my god-given right (and divine pleasure) to read anything written by yourself. I know what you said about posting on here, and I appreciate that you'd still wanna post just for me (if it is just for me)! Mucho thanks Vick, I do look forward to some more writing soon. Don't be a tease and keep me waiting too long (and good luck with the course work ^_^)![/size]

[size=1]Vladmir’s most enjoyable breast-ogling enjoyment was harshly cut short by the obnoxious illiterate were-wolf. Definitely not enjoyable! The crimson coloured barmaid quickly bowed her head to Nagata, whispering an apology again before leaving them to their business. Vladmir felt her sexual tension leave with her, its juicy, strawberry fresh odour and deliciously slutty feeling quickly leaving his delicate senses. Vladmir was not amused, to be sure. [B]“Me? In a team with you!? You are’ fuckin’ off your head girl, if you think a highly dignified individual such as myself would team up with your sorry fuckin’ carcass!”[/B] He roared across the Tavern at the newly arrived werewolf. As his tirade continued, he rose to his feet, with his right fist clenched, held high and facing the sky. [B]“And so cockin’ what if I’m a dirty perv? I take pride in saying so!”[/B] He stamped his twin talon-ed foot against the floor like an impudent child to re-iterate his point. [I]Damn this bastardin’ treasure hunter and his stupid choices for companions![/I] At this point most in the tavern had gotten over the initial shock of seeing (yet another) bar brawl in the making and continued with their drinks. Vladmir scowled at the lack of attention his heart-felt speech gathered and then spread his pale lips in a malicious smirk as a new idea dawned on him. [B]“So… I gather you like perverts eh?”[/B] he spoke, hushed, deep and husky. One of her eye brows quirked at this, apparently she was stumped. Having no idea what answering his question would further imply to the dastardly plan he’d just formed she shock her head and then smirked arrogantly. [B]“Yeah! I love them! So what are you gonna do about it?”[/B] [I]This girls thinks herself clever. Well, let’s burst her bubble[/I] [B]“Gentlemen,”[/B] Vladmir spoke, now addressing the whole tavern (naturally full of old perverted men), [B]“It would appear that this… Fine young lady loves perverts. Especially the dirty old fuckers like yourselves. Anybody wanna take her off my hands for some mind-numbingly boring sex?”[/B] Before he’d even finished the lecherous old pervs were off their seats and pawing at the girl before she knew what hit her. Ogres and sex is a funny thing to watch, Vladmir deduced. Most of them were brutishly over powered, and deliciously (in this case anyway) uncaring for their sexual partner. Although their emotions were pungent, stinking even, Vladmir enjoyed taking it in along with the agonised screams of one terrified were-wolf. [B]“Ah! Now, where was I? Oh yes, Tits! C’mere! I need a new drink!”[/B] He called, playfully to the well-endowed barmaid. Just as she placed the drinks in front of them (Still with blood-red embarrassment), she was violently upended, falling forwards onto Nagata and Vladmir, then the familiar cat-guy ended up on top of her. Through the twisted mess of body’s (most notably a fine pair of tits), he could see Raiyeesa smiling sheepishly, mouthing something of an apology.[/size]

[size=1]Since I'm here to see the offer first, I'll steal it! [B]EDIT:[/B] I'll do it tomorrow. I'm quite tired and lacking the relative imagination to do anything particularly 'flashy' as you so delicously put it.[/size]

[quote name='MistressRoxie'][color=#9933ff]...Is it an absolute requirement to [b]truly[/b] care for someone (the way I described), to be in a relationship?[/color][/QUOTE] [size=1]Absolutely not! Well, I wouldn't put myself in a relationship like that but there's plenty of people I know who have relationships [I]just for[/I] the very things you mentioned as well as the sex. I've known so many friends to get out and cheat on their other half on a night out and then go home and get it on there too! Personally that kinda seems like a really bad thing to do in my opinion. I've only had one major relationship in my life but it's one of the greatest feelings in the world to know how someone works, inside and out and to be that close with one deserving person. So, yeah, you can have a relationship like that, quite easily since half (if not more) of the population of the planet have relationships like that, although I don't condone such a relationship.[/size]

[size=1]His hair? Seriously the kid's almost literally just [spoiler]taken a lightning bolt up the Áss[/spoiler] and you're worried about his hair? My speculation says that he just hasn't had the time to shave it like he normally does, what with all the recovering he would have been doing an' all. ¬_¬ Once he's up and running again, I should think he'll be bald again. On the subject of hair, I personally thought Zuko looked so much cooler when he had his Fire Nation pointy hair thing. Seriously, that trailer was awesome! The little snippet which showed [spoiler]all four elements rushing out at once[/spoiler] gave me goosebumps! Same for Katara's more mature look! I've only recently gotten into Avatar early this year and have the first Book collection boxset DVD to show for it. I hope to be getting the second one sometime soon but here in the UK they're very slow. Unless I want to import it (like I did with the first Book) I'll have to wait. Also, anybody know if the September date given for Book 3 is just for Americans or is that for Nickelodeon in the UK too? [B]EDIT:[/B] Forgot to answer CHW's questions. 1) I'm really not sure. I'm probably inclined to say Toph since she just reeks of cool and Katara because she's awesome once properly trained! Momo is also especially amusing for all the antics he brings to the show and for his awesome cat-like-ness! Definately gotta give points to Iroh too. That first time he [spoiler]gripped Azula and directed her lightning away from Zuko before throwing her overboard[/spoiler] was also one of them moments where I got goosebumps! Even now just thinking about it too! Honourable mentions to Azula and Ty-Lee 2) Picking episodes is tough. I really hate the two episodes in the desert but I definately agree with CHW about Sokka getting high on cactus juice! Him and Momo together in those scenes had me giggling for hours. Both Book finales (Siege of the North Parts 1 and 2 and The Crossroads of Destiny) were really good! And the first episode in Book 2 was thoroughly enjoyable. Honourable mention to any episode featuring King Bumi! ^_^ 3) I hate the idea that everyone has about Zuko and Katara. I'd be more than happy to see Katara and Aang get together, but if they don't that's fine as well. Obviously Sokka and Suki already have something [spoiler]assuming she's still even alive after the many things I assume Azula and crew would have done to them. I won't be amused if she has died though[/spoiler] 4) See, this question always leaves me torn when I think about it. I love the speed and agility associated with the Fire Benders but the grace and smoothness of the Water Benders is really cool too. *Is undecided*[/size]

[size=1]As Nagata popped back to his seat, his serious, emotion-less face returning as the same barmaid placed a new drink in front of him. Vladmir didn’t bother her this time, he was too busy staring over his shoulder at the very dead carcass of one Ler-loser Krabes. Something to that nature anyway. His bottom jaw slowly rose to meet his upper teeth as he turned back to the ninja. [B]“What the Fuck man? You could have put the moves on her before she died. Least you coulda’ done to put a fart cushion under her or something with your nin-jesque! I thought we were buddies?”[/B] Nagata just looked at the vampire, not so much as a flicker to his face. Apparently Vladmir was starting to over do it. How the vampire that feeds on emotions got stuck with the ninja who was more likely made of stone than flesh was a complete mystery. Annoying, but a mystery no less. As the fresh-faced, huge boobied barmaid returned with a new tankard for Vladmir he smirked, thinking of all the juicy things he could do to get some kinda rise out of her. She was mercifully rescued as the conversation between the two crazy bitches rose loud enough to attract his attention. [B]“…descendant of Queen Mab…”[/B] The hot-ass bitch (who’s name he’d just missed), continued talking to the other one but Vladmir started talking himself to Nagata so the rest was cut out. [B]“Well fuck me is it a small world or what?”[/B] He said, still looking at them with a nostalgic smile on his face. [B]“Or what?”[/B] Nagata returned, mildly interested. Before Nagata got an answer from his acquaintance, Vladmir got to his feet and toasted to the two women with a manly growl. At the sight of the extended middle finger across the nipple, Vladmir smirked. He could feel the sexual tension coming off the woman in waves. The boy too. It was delicious, juicy and sweet flavoured. [I]Almost like Jelly…[/I] Vladmir mused. [B]“The hot bitch,”[/B] he started, speaking hushed close to Nagata’s ear, [B]“I knew her great ancestor, The Mab woman. The slut turned me down for dirty sex so I embarrassed the fuck outta her! It was very classy.”[/B] He wiped a mock tear from his eye with a sad look, [B]“Aww, thems were the days, ay Nag?”[/B] [B]“I wouldn’t know Vlad, I didn’t know you then,”[/B] He said in a disinterested tone before quickly adding, [B]“Much to my dismay.”[/B] Before Vladmir could make any kind of return comment, the demon ninja called over the great tits that served drink again. Vladmir smirked yet again. [I]She ain’t getting away this time[/I] he thought with great excitement. He could already feel the rush of energy as her cheeks coloured over at the very sight of him. [B]“Ah, Young lady. I do apologise for my behaviour earlier,”[/B] Vladmir spoke, this time with a far more refined accent. Her embarrassment eased somewhat and a brief smile flooded her pretty features before Vladmir continued, [B]“So, you the kinda dirty little bitch who fancies getting real fuckin’ lucky with a man who knows exactly how to drain the juices out of a fine piece like yourself?”[/B] The colour crimson all over her face again. He smirked as he took another drink while practically drooling over the top part of her breasts that spilled from her top.[/size]

[size=1][I]Jebus-Fuckin-Christ! Is everyone at it tonight or what?[/I] Vladmir thought silently to himself as he watched the familiar cat guy slink along the floor and start straddling Raiyeesa. It was then that he recognised the sleepy cat-guy. Searching through his pockets he pulled out the two pictures (more like child’s sketches really) of the other two people other than Raiyeesa he was expected to work with. There was also a small written description on the bottom of the picture stating: [B]“Sleeps a lot, seems to wonder aimlessly, almost ALWAYS says nesu for some reason.”[/B] Vladmir’s face became loose, his mouth a line along his face, his eyes dropped as he stared stupidly at the piece of parchment and the stupid hunter’s words. [I]I’d be stupid[/I] not [I] to think that this was the guy.[/I] --- [B]“So, seriously, what did I miss?”[/B] Nagata asked again, this time in a firmer manner with the addition of ‘seriously’. [B]“For once, quite a lot actually,”[/B] The vampire replied, seeming rather unfocused before continuing, [B]“First there was this beautiful bitch here going at it with me. She had some of the best tits I’ve seen in a long while. Then this idiot thief guy attacks the hot-biatch with the fine ass over there, then that other woman comes in and they start a little cat-fight!”[/B] He chuckled to himself, his thoughts returning to the cat-people straddling each other in the corner. Vladmir casually stopped for breath before looking back over at the ass in question wondering how some people could get all the dumb luck. Nagata seemed to be following his gaze, much like every other set of male eyes in the entire tavern was. [B]“Anyways, then she proclaims she’s gonna keep the lucky little bastard after he tried to steal her purse. I swear, some fucks get all the damn luck eh buddy?”[/B] He asked rhetorically. [B]“And then these two start going at it in the corner too. Like someone's injected raw sexual tension into the room! I’m getting such a good vibe off it all, I don’t even think I need another drink tonight or to take home a dirty slut.”[/B] Nagata suddenly turned to him shocked. The sheer disbelief on the demonic-ninja’s face was almost laughable. [B]“Seriously?! You?! Not drinking or taking women home?”[/B] The pitch of his voice dangerously high at this point. [B]“Aw hell you’re right. Who the fuck was I kidding?”[/B] Vladmir replied with a knowing smirk as he picked up his next drink.[/size]

[size=1]Much like Rach and Gavin, I think smoking is a repulsive and stupid habit to take up. Unlike Rach though, I take every offense to smoking, especially in my presence. I see smoking as a character flaw in the person as much as most would see being a dickhead. But at least when you're a dickhead you don't ruin the lungs and body of the person standing next to you. Again much like Gavin, I had to watch my Gramma die from cancer (even though I was only 3 at the time) but the fact that she was an awesome woman and she's no longer here because she did something stupid stays forever with me and I've never once put a cigarette to my lips and I can say in all honesty that I never will. If you feel like you have to have this thing every fifteen minutes during your day to go on or whatever then I think you've just got a problem. I admit I'm found of booze but I don't have a compulsive need to take breaks out of my working day to drink and I like gaming/anime but I don't get a little break to go do that to keep me going. Now I'm just kinda ranting, but I guess you get the idea that I really don't like smoking/smokers. It just always seems that no matter where I'm standing around someone who's smoking or what direction the wind is blowing that the smoke always comes in my direction like it knows I hate it. ¬_¬ I'm sorry, but I do have to disagree with 13thMan about so-called 'sensitive smokers' too. There's no such thing. If they smoke at all, whether in front of me or not, they're still smoking and polluting our breathing air with filth. Despite how cool a guy he is and all the things he's done for me through my life, I still very much hold it against my brother for smoking, especially since he was closer to my Gramma and was old enough to know what was happening to her. There, I feel so much better now that my daily rant is out of the way.[/size]

[size=1]The three men left Lex’s basement exit. Sam stepped out first, quickly browsing the surrounding estate for suspicious activity. The old man came shakily outside still babbling on about some old war story that Sam was sure Lex had heard a hundred times before. Lex stepped out last, locking the door behind them and then following them to the estate’s main gate. Sam suddenly remembered about the grass and scowled at the prospect. With his chiselled features set into a menacing scowl at his own discomfort some thugs hanging around a nearby building assumed it was directed at them and quickly turned-tail to run. At that Lex let out a slight scoff as if he found something funny. Unbeknownst to Sam and the old man, Lex’s hopes of Sam scaring away some of the locals had worked perfectly. [B]“So, old geezer, where do ya live?”[/B] Sam asked, a little less disgruntled with both the grass and the estate gates behind them. [B]“Ya always so ‘mpatient sonny boy?”[/B] the Geezer retorted somewhat sarcastically. [I]Jeez is this guy irritable or what?[/I] he silently questioned. [B]“You jus’ keep ya concentration on lookin’ big and tough boy and let me do th’guiding.”[/B] Sam continued on, if not with an evident sense of grumpiness in his step, down the haggard streets they’d come down and into the alleyways he first found the old bastard being beaten not a few hours before. At his directions they went through a winding maze of alleys, under fences and through abandoned buildings. All the while their conversation kept to a minimum. Sam had thought he was starting to get used to the place before tonight but after seeing the way this man navigated through the scum, filth and assorted shit he seriously needed to re-evaluate himself. They finally arrived at a very discrete entrance to what seemed like a deserted, run-down apartment building. Upon entering however Sam discovered that the place was full of people, all scared huddled together and just as scruffy looking as the old man. Sam’s heart felt for them all, but what could he do? Not a hellova lot the way the world was, that’s for sure. [B]“Well, Lexy-boy, much ‘preciate the repairs ya did on mah arm,”[/B] Lex nodded with a slight smile, [B]“And Sammy, thanks for fendin’ off that fuckin’ brute. I’d be a goner without ya.”[/B] [B]“No worries old geezer. Take care of yourself in future eh? I’ll be ‘round if ya get inta trouble again.”[/B] The old man let out a hysterical cackle before slapping them both on the back and retreating into the shadows with his buddies. To Sam they looked like they were playing a very old card game. He smiled genuinely at how people forgot their day-to-day struggles and then turned to follow Lex back outside. [B]“So, ya got other plans for the night Lexy my friend?”[/B] Sam asked in a very casual way as he looked up and down the street for something. [B]“Well, I had planned on just going back to my shop now that the old man is safe and secure. Did you have any plans Sam?”[/B] The smaller man replied. [B]“Jeez, for a guy who looks like you, you’ve really gotta great vocabulary and what not,”[/B] Sam stated matter-of-factly before continuing, [B]“I was figurin’ on hittin’ up some pubs for a quiet drink before looking for a nice spot to lay my head.”[/B] [B]“You don’t have a place to stay?”[/B] Lex seemed honestly concerned. [B]“Well, I’ve only been here a week. No idea how I got here or what happened before. I was short on cash too.”[/B] He replied with a big smirk as if he didn’t really have a care in the world. [B]“Maybe I will take you up on that offer for a drink. And then you could come back and stay at my shop if you’d like?”[/B] Sam considered this carefully, the look of deep thought across his handsome features as if he were working on quantum physics. [B]“You know Lexy, you’re a good man. Come on, first one’s on me!”[/B][/size]

[size=1]Vladmir continued to eye his female co-adventurer as she carried out her bouncing duties. He took a large gulp from his tankard considering how best to approach Raiyeesa in case she’d forgotten him from their previous meeting. Vladmir’s delicate thoughts were interrupted as his eyes narrowed on the open door as yet another cat-looking create entered the fray. This one seemed relatively pissed off at something and Vladmir thought that he’d surely seen this man before. As these thoughts played across his mind as well as some very naughty images of boobies and the women he’d been previously pursuing, the cat man gave a brief glance his way before disregarding him and taking to sleeping on some of the chairs on the opposite wall. [B]“Well fuck, don’t see that every-fuckin-day…”[/B] He spoke, bemused and quietly to himself. Before Vladmir could further consider his re-introduction to Rai, there was a sudden commotion with two of the other patriots that Vladmir hadn’t even noticed till the current moment. Apparently, this thief had taken to attacking a very beautiful young lady. [I]Strange, surely I would have noticed a tight ass as hot as that?[/I] As it turned out, the woman was a Merc, and she now lay straddling the bewildered thief with a very sharp stiletto at his crotch. As arousing as the image of the beautiful ass was, for some reason Vladmir kept imaging her stepping on his balls with the heels (or something to that effect). Lady’s with heels aren’t ones with which to fuck. It was one of them international rules that Vladmir had always known, and always respected in fear of his special gentleman’s place. He groaned a little and then calmed down after they exchanged some words, the young woman now… [I]Purring?[/I] [B]“Yeah! She wants you boy! Either stick it to that hot she-whore or move over for a real man to fuckin’ show her what’s what!”[/B] He shouted across the tavern, a large smirk revealing his perfect teeth once more. The woman shot him a glance that looked as if it would burn him if he so much as breathed. She quickly hissed at him and then disregarded him, returrning to her purring, the man still more concerned with his gonads. Vladmir smirked back at her, thinking [I]I'm in love![/I] Some of the more merry members of the tavern gave wolf whistles while other’s imparted similar encouragement/words of wisdom. [I]Yes, it most certainly is a very interesting evening indeed[/I] he thought to himself, still eyeing up the behind of the woman.[/size]

[size=1]Like most of the other guys have said, looking at your diet and making choice changes is a very effective way of reducing your weight. Over the past few months I've slowly taken out all the cheese, pizza, crisps/crap that I used to eat outta my diet and replaced them with regular fruit, small bowls of cereal, more healthy options at lunch like chicken, jacket potato, fish etc. Doing this along with some light stretching every other day has resulted in me losing just over 34 lbs in like 3-4 months. All in all, I feel and look much better and it's been a major plus for my confidence and such. I intend to carry on with this and then introduce other exercise, like the martial arts and gym sessions the others discussed slowly to build myself up. This steady, slow process that I've been going through seems to work very well, compared with what I used to do. Generally I tried to throw myself into heavy, long regime's of gym training and that just did little/no good for me at all. You might want to consider this with your cardio and perhaps start with 30 minute work-outs for 3 days a week instead of the hour sessions you spoke of. Like 13th Man said, knowledge helps, so seek all you can from health books, gym members, gym assistants blah-blah-blah and always remain positively thoughtful. It's very much a mind over matter kinda thing. Hope that helped.[/size]

[size=1][B]“For fuck sake! Get this shit outta my face!”[/B] Bellowed Count Vladmir the Embarrasser as he hurled his cup of tea back at his bumbling assistant. [B]“How many butt-fuckin’ times do we have to discuss this Vegor? I don’t like your stinkin’ tea or any kind of warm drink for that matter!”[/B] He continued in a less than dignified tone, [B]“Now get your filthy worthless ass outta my sight!”[/B] The hunch-backed, loopy-eyed man snivelled something of an apology before leaving his master’s hotel room. Reminded that he was in fact stuck in a hotel for a few days while on his latest treasure hunt he groaned outwardly. However, Vladmir never was one to stay stuck in the same mood (other than perverted) for any great length of time. There were plenty of rancid Orc’s slinking about the town, but Nalinae was well-known for the many beautiful women who (for fuck only knows what reason) flocked to the place. This pleased the aged Vampire to no end. There were plenty of beautiful specimens to prey on and embarrass. This brought a very malicious smirk to his yellow-grey face. [B]“Fuckin’ excellent!”[/B] --- [B]“Would you like to see? I’m not the lying type love, it’s fuckin’ enormous!”[/B] Vladmir said with a very arrogant tone, a large smirk spreading across what should be his lips as the red hue of embarrassment started to conceal his female companion’s face. She blushed profusely when his eyes met hers before travelling down to her more than ample chest. One of his horned eye-brows raised, his ivory white teeth on display. [B]“Oh fuck yeah, definitely big enough to get between those lovely beaut’s!”[/B] He said, feeling that familiar tingle as her feelings of horny-ness and embarrassment flew into his veins. [I]Almost as bastardin’ good as the real thing![/I] It seemed that she was finally coming round to his way of thinking, leaning over slightly to reveal more of her chest, the tight corset clearly not big enough to restrain it. Her dainty hand reached under the table, her slender fingers slowly tracing lines up his leg towards his crotch. His smirk widened even further as the tender flesh of her neck came into view. And then, just as he was about to sink his fangs in for some sweet-sweet satisfaction the door flew open and two females stumbled in a heap on the floor and his lady friend was startled out of her trance only to get up and leave. [B]“Ragga fagga…”[/B] He continued into further incoherent rambling while glaring daggers at the two females still stumbling over each other to get to their feet. Vladmir then recognised the siblings as Raiyeesa and Neeraya, a pair of God-knows-what he’d met on his last visit. The treasure hunter he’d talked to about getting some dragon scales had also expressed that Raiyeesa join him on his quest, much to his dismay. To be bluntly honest, the girl was a ditz. She was attractive, Vladmir was a male after all, but as dragon-hunting company he could only imagine she’d be as good company as a smoking-turd-on-a-log or something to that effect. Good thing the Hunter had requested he seek other assistance too. Either way, the two sisters quickly blundered over to the bar tender without so much as a backward glance at him. He assumed she wouldn’t even notice him, but he’d get her attention later. Maybe after several more drinks.[/size]

[size=1]Major apologies for not sitting down and reading this sooner. I'm not really sure what to say. It's definately an interesting read to be sure and I'd very much like to read more of it. It's made all the more interesting that it's based on events that actually happened. I always find those to be the best. I also thought that after our brief discussion on 'Cracktown UK' last night that this was a little more relevant for me to read. Keep 'em coming if you've got them Vick, I'll read them![/size]

[size=1][B]“When I get m’hands on ya boy, you’re gonna have an ass like the old Japanese flag!”[/B] The hulking man’s hands rushed for young Samuel Strong again, but much like before he nimbly dodged the brute’s clumsy movements, forcing him to headbutt a wall. Sam crossed his arms and smirked down at the back of the bald giant as he shakily got back to his feet once more. [B]“Jeez guy, don’t you ever learn to stay down? An’ when I tell you I’m not gay, I actually do mean it, kay?”[/B] Sam chirped, very obviously mocking the gargantuan gay. [B]“Fuck you twinkle-toes! Stand still and we’ll see who’s funny ‘en!”[/B] The thug spat back, very obviously agitated for whatever reason. At this Sam’s patience drew thin. When the monster man attacked him again, this time brandishing a knife, Sam grasped his wrist, turned him over quickly in the air and dropped him on his back. Before leaving him, Sam gave the idiot’s skull a sloppy kick to knock him out just long enough for an escape. Sam then heard the wheezy breaths of the old man the thug had been previously attacking when he’d walked by. Approaching him cautiously and with his hands in the air to show he meant no harm, Sam leaned down in front of him. [B]“Hey, old man, you kay?”[/B] [B]“Fuck! That sonova bitch totally fucked mah arm!”[/B] He replied with a very raspy, possibly blood-filled throat. Sam took a close look at what was once a very shabbily made cybertronic arm. As he’d suspected the man was also bleeding from the side of his mouth and his jeans where torn as if someone had been trying to force them down. [I]Jeez, these guys just get worse. How the fuck did I end up in’a shitty place like this?[/I] he questioned himself, that part of his memory still a little hazy. Forgetting that he held his arm out to help the old timer to his feet. [B]“Cheers sonny boy!”[/B] He said, this time sounding a little merrier as Sam hoisted him to his feet. [B]“So, ya got like a place I can take ya where it’s safe?”[/B] The old man seemed to ponder Sam’s question for a little before quickly coming to a conclusion. [B]“I’d rather ya get me somewhere to fix up mah arm. I know a guy, I’ll direct ya.”[/B] Sam inwardly sighed at the chore he’d gotten himself in to but just agreed with the old man and started walking down the rest of the alleyway. Sam made sure to scowl at anyone and everyone who so much as even sensed them coming in an attempt to ward them off. It worked mostly, only one or two got close enough before reconsidering. The old man led them upto an old looking estate with a large Iron Gate and stupidly long grass inside. Sam groaned, he’d hated grass from before he could remember for reasons not known to anyone. Still, he moved on while supporting the old man towards a run-down, tightly locked house. Instead of heading to the front, the old man ushered him behind the house to a door where he knocked a few times. [B]“Hey. Lexy boy? You in son?”[/B] He called through the door in a somewhat hushed voice. Sam’s eyebrow quirked at that but he continued to support the old man. So far the night had gotten of to a very interesting start.[/size]

[size=1][B]Name:[/B] Count Vladmir the Embarrasser [B]Age:[/B] No idea, he assumes he’s Centuries old since most vampires usually are [B]Species:[/B] Emotion-Feeding Vampire, Changeling, Cat-Man [B]Occupation:[/B] Full-time Bum (Yet owns his own Estate) [B]Appearance:[/B] [img]http://www.nosgoth2.net/Defiance/images/kain1.JPG[/img] [B]Personality Flaw:[/B] Swears viciously and constantly, even more so in front of women. Very egocentric, arrogant and a self professed pervert. [B]Speciality:[/B] Gaining power (Enough to live during the day without harm) by feeding on the emotions of others, mainly sexual feelings and embarrassment. All the better if the emotion is sexual embarrassment. Vladmir can also perform mild shape shifting and also dabbles slightly (very slightly!) in the brutalities of combat. [B]Reason for Living:[/B] Solely exists to gain amusement and power at others expense. Enjoys toying with people in something of a malicious way as well as gaining wealth and treasure in all its forms. [B]In What Manner You Suffer from ‘Story Line’:[/B] Vladmir has no idea how or why he gained great power as a changeling-vampire, cat-lord and has no idea what kind of life he led before, nor does he really care.[/size]

[size=1]OOC: Major apologies for the late sign-up Vick, I was kinda delayed. ^_^’ [B]Name:[/B] Samuel Strong [B]Age:[/B] 21 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Species:[/B] Human [B]Place of Birth:[/B] New Cardiff City, South Wales, British Empire. [B]Analysis Report of Subject Samuel Strong, Group 21[/B] [I]Subject 3, Group 21, Samuel Strong has proven to be a most interesting one indeed. He was put into my care but one week ago for the special treatment I had on offer. It was his father I dealt with, a wealthy, arrogant man who thought his money would save his only son and heir. Naturally, I wasn’t very sure that the treatment would work at all, especially after the failures in the previous twenty test groups, but that’s another report all together. Anyway, Samuel has only just reached his twenty-first year and what was once a bright, healthy and promising young lad has been reduced to less than a spectre of his former self. The reason for this is what we’ve begun to call the McGuiness Disease (after the late Henry McGuiness, the first known carrier of the disease). Through all my testing I have no idea how the disease is carried/transferred between individuals or its capabilities with various species, I just know the symptoms. These include (but are not limited to):- - A massive reduction in weight (See upper section of Reference Photo), - Excessive vomiting, - Organ failure on a massive degree, - Rapid destruction of the retina (leading to blindness), - And uncontrollable insomnia. To be put bluntly, it’s a most horrific infliction and the carrier normally dies within less than a month of the first symptoms arising. My research shows promise in all its theoretical stages but fails miserably during practical testing. I have hypothesised that perhaps the virus constantly adapts and mutates to combat all my attempts at an anti-virus. However, in Samuel’s case (and several others in his test group, see specific reports) rather than just dying within minutes of the anti-virus administration he recovered slightly. His symptoms eased, his vision remained (although heavily damaged beyond repair) and he was able to sleep relatively un-disturbed. After two days however, something unforeseen occurred. The subjects symptoms re-appeared on a far worse scale. Where as only the inner parts of the body seemed to decay before anti-virus administration, the outer body showed signs also. Many of the surviving test subjects lost limbs, ears, eyes, including Samuel. Watching as someone screams in horror as one of their eyes falls out is something that will forever haunt my slumber. While the other test subjects died very soon after, Samuel’s torture continued for days and days, and despite my pleas to my superiors to terminate his life and end the suffering they insisted we continue to study the advancements of the virus and the progress of the anti-virus. That same night I left Samuel in the lab, his body in tatters, hoping that his suffering would end soon. It didn’t take too long however, the lab assistants, insisting that I report to Samuel’s observation cell woke me in the middle of the night. Quite frankly, I was amazed. Totally and utterly speechless at the advancement in him (See lower segment of Reference Photograph). To even ponder how his body could have reformed after the amazing deformity that had taken place. I really have no possible conclusions or ideas as to how such a thing could be possible. Any chance to study this miraculous recovery was stolen from me when Samuel broke out later the next day. Any of the guards on duty that survived against him reported that Samuel took bullets as if they were nothing and any wounds seemed to close instantly. Such a scientific break-through is amazing and mind-boggling also. I only wish I’d been given the opportunity to discover what went on within him. Reported by Dr. Robert Cornel.[/I] [B]Reference Photograph:[/B] [img]http://oldnick.coraider.com/uploaded_images/christianbale-770999.jpg[/img] [B]Short Bio:[/B] Having miraculously survived the deadly disease and recovered impossibly, Sam is now resilient to pain and injury in almost any form. Whether other diseases, poisons or toxins can affect him is not yet known, but it is assumed they can’t. It is also assumed that should enough injury befall him, he can recover almost fully, including limbs and important other body parts. Whether the removal of Sam’s head would actually kill him or fail to grow back has also yet to be proven. It also appears that whatever strange workings are now powering Sam, keep him very healthy, as fit as an olympic athlete. He is also capable of surviving longer periods without the usual food and water that most living creatures require. How Sam managed to escape from the British Empires Viral Labs and end up in Septu is all but a mystery. While his body might have fully recovered after the trauma, his mind was a little slower. For the most part during his escape he was a mindless beast with no other goals in mind than self-defence and self-preservation. As such, many of the Lab staff who stood in his way were mauled (some even eaten) and mostly killed. Upon his arrival in Septu, Sam quickly began to recover odd memories and a basic way of life. So far he has remained fairly undetected by The Imperial and caused little trouble. From his vague memories and what information he has gathered, Sam believes it to be little over two weeks since his escape. As someone who survived the decay of their own body, Sam is very thankful and respects life very much, but also has a few screws loose. Something about trauma and death, blah, blah, blah. He normally masks this with trying to be funny.[/size]

[size=1][B]“TWINS!! A boy and a girl.”[/B] Andrew lost all thought for a brief moment as the room erupted in a deafening roar, his own included. The sheer elation he felt for his two friends great blessing was incredible. He didn’t want to imagine how he'd feel when his time came to produce an heir. Neil’s retort was lost on Andrew’s sensitive ears as he started considering those possibilities but not for very long. The very second the back-wall of the house exploded, Andrew was powered up and decimating armoured thugs, his golden aura surrounding as body parts and torn armour flew about the room. Each of the others tore through equally as many thugs as he until Raiha’s urgent plea caught them all. [B]“GAVIN THEY’VE TAKEN THE BABIES!!”[/B] At that moment, Andrew’s heart sank, even more so as he watched his friend frantically launch himself up the stairs. Thinking rather frantically himself, Andrew burst through the nearest wall and took to the air, eyes and senses scanning for whoever/whatever had taken away the children. He already knew they were long gone. Whoever had taken them was either stupidly fast (faster than a Super Saiyan anyways) or could teleport. In his frustration he hurled a destructive blast at the nearest mountain. [B]“Fuck!”[/B] Before he could head back in and report what they probably already knew he heard a blood-chilling scream that made him cover his ears before the remainder of the house was consumed in a blast and sent flying in all directions. When he was a suitable enough distance away he could see that they were all ok but Raiha was in a ball on the floor with Gavin and Vicky a few metres away from her. As he got closer he understood immediately why they weren't by her side, they'd be smoking craters if they did with the intense heat she was giving off. The sad look on Andrew’s face said everything as he dropped down next to Gavin placing his hand sombrely on his shoulder. His empathetic gaze met a similar look from Vicky's eyes before they both looked on at the distraught mother.[/size]

[size=1][B]Name:[/B] Haruno Tai [B]Age:[/B] Thirteen [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Physical Description:[/B] Unlike his mother when she was his age, Tai has already passed many of his peers in terms of growth. He stands at 5’7” with a fairly muscular disposition and is very proud of his body. His eyes are a bright hazel colour in comparison to his freakishly pale skin and his light brown hair is always spiked vertically upwards. However, much to his dismay, Tai has the distinct Haruno forehead that his mother was well known for. It has also been noted that thanks to his complex understanding of the medical arts that Tai has perfect (irrespective of the pale-ness) skin. Tai is very much a fan of utilising his speed and agility in combat, therefore he dresses accordingly. Aside from the essential weapon/scroll pouches he wears, Tai wears form-fitting, black shorts and T-shirt, as well as the usual ninja footwear to reduce any air resistance and to keep his weight to a minimum. Depending on the situation he is inclined to wear his newly acquired forehead protector either on his forehead or around his neck. [B]Weapons:[/B] Carries the usual weapons holder on his right thigh and a small scrolls pouch attached to his right butt-cheek. Otherwise, no other notable weapons are carried. [B]Fighting Style:[/B] Generally a well-balanced, hard-working fighter who leans slightly towards Genjutsu and Taijutsu. [B]Jutsu/Techniques:[/B] [B]Chakra Control[/B] – Through his genes and through explicit teaching from Sakura, Tai has learned amazing Chakra control and as a result does not expend as much as others would. It also means that Tai can build up his chakra and release it in the form of a hugely destructive force through a punch/kick. [B]Low Level Medic-Nin Capabilities[/B] – Much like Chakra control, Tai has been taught the arts of the Medic-nin from a very young age. Despite this, due to his affinity for combat, Tai has neglected to practice as much with his medical studies as he has with his combat training and as such, has limited ability with treating more serious injuries. [B]Short Biography:[/B] Raised single-handedly by his mother, Haruno Sakura, Tai is head-strong, focused on becoming strong and stubborn in the worst possible way. He is unsure of who is father is as his mother doesn't much like to speak of him, and when she does Tai gets the idea that he's long since dead. Tai isn't really bothered anyway, he appreciates the life given to him by whomever that father might be and nothing more, respect is enough for him. He was taught the theory of chakra control and the medical arts before he could understand the spoken word so these aspects are very much programmed within him. Seen as something of a prodigy upon first entering the academy, Tai was widely popular and compared with great young ninja like Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Itachi. Afterwards however Tai’s stature dropped as others got better where as he failed to improve. This brought about something of an inferiority complex in the young Haruno, further fuelling his stubborn and cocky attitude. With his abilities not seeing any significant improvement Tai has become somewhat obsessive with his training, not stopping until past the point of exhaustion, even with his considerable stamina and Chakra control. If he’s talking to someone less skilled than him Tai will make sure that they know he’s better and if it’s someone more skilled Tai will do all he can to show he has a wide variety of knowledge and skills at his disposal. In spite of this, Tai has worked hard and finally left the academy into the welcome embrace of the title ‘Genin’. Much like their mothers (as fate would dictate), Tai has an great friendship/fierce rivalry with Yamanaka Hiro. The two have always competed in the smallest of competitions with heated rivalry from before Tai can remember. And ironically (as fate would also dictate) Tai has an intense (yet secret) infatuation with the Uzumaki ‘Honourable Daughter’, Hotaru much to his mother’s chagrin. As such, Tai isn’t shy of performing his own prank or two every now and then in a vain attempt to catch her attention. OOC: Hope that PWNED and Kitty don’t mind me including their characters in my bio.[/size]

[quote name='Gavin'][SIZE="1"]Yep, explains a lot about Ancient Greece and Rome.[/SIZE][/QUOTE] [size=1]Niiice! Anyway, I think that teaching about homosexuality (or sex-ed, for that matter), whatever age has little impact. As many of you have said, education is the basis for understanding and accepting other people. On that topic I'm pretty sure that learning and education starts when you're born. So, on that note, I'm saying that tolerance and acceptance should be taught to children by parents before they can even understand spoken words, it just helps to get them started early eh? Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that teaching kids anything, at any age has little relevance if they haven't been raised to see education as a valubale tool and to see that accepting other people is an essential part of being a well-rounded, good person. I take myself for example. My mother always taught me to accept anyone regardless of what they do, how they treat me or what they believe and I've always stuck by that because (despite not following any religous teaching) I think it's part of being a human-being. I fail to see ignorance being a cause for hatred too. I'm totally ignorant of Homosexuals bedroom behaviour and want nothing to do with that aspect but I never go out of my way to make a point of that, I treat them exactly how I would any other person and I certainly don't hate them. So, I suggest that rather than a topic about teaching sex-ed (with or without homosexuality included) being addressed, perhaps a topic about how Parents should teach they children to be tolerant from the cradle and up.[/size]

[size=1]It's gotta be the [B]Sonic[/B] series. Until just recently (with the release of [B]Sonic Mega Collection[/B]) I had my Mega Drive still set up and I'd play [B]Sonic 3 & Knuckles[/B] for hours on end. I can still remember the first time I played it on my 7th/8th Birthday. By God that was the best birthday ever, solely based on that game. I also play the [B]Resident Evil[/B] series like there's no tomorrow, especially 4 (despite it being the newest). I'm a sucker for the first and second (Best in my opinion) [B]Tomb Raider[/B] games and naturally, [B]Pokémon[/B] is always knocking about there somewhere. [B]Final Fantasy VII[/B] is also a regular as well as any/all of the [B]Grand Theft Auto[/B] series.[/size]