Starwind

Some people I'd like to get to meet in real life. [B]Kuroinuyoukai aka kuro-tan:[/B] She is one of the few adults I would be able to speak nerd with. On top of that, she just seems like a sweet person and I'd like to meet her just to see what she's really like. [B]Silverwolf Fang:[/B] He seems like he's a pretty cool guy and I'd think he'd be a fun guy to get to meet. [B]Kuroshin13:[/B] She's a friend I made in the square and I'd like to meet her in person to see if she's at all like the characters she creates of if she's just making it up as she goes. Either way, I'd still like to get to meet her. [B]Lilt:[/B] Another friend from the square I've kept in close contact with. She's one of my closer good friends on the OB, so I"d like to get to meet her and se what she's really like. [B]Kiko17:[/B] A new girl to the OB, she took the initiative to come and meet me. She first PMed me to ask me about the boards then it turned into conversations about our lives and what we like to do. I'd like to meet her just because she reminds me so much of some friends I have here at home. [B]Random Mage:[/B] Amother new one to the boards, I've been in contact with him over the passed few days and he seems like a nice guy. [B]Ice Rose:[/B] She's a sweet girl, but gets down on herself alot. I wish she wouldn't cause just from the few times I've gone back and fourth with her I can tell she's a great person. She's another person that would be fun to meet, if for no other reason so I could show her what a great person I know she is. Of all my friends the only one know IRL, is Stark. She's my best friend and hopefully soon something more.

Emilio reached up and clasped his hand around the charm that had been set on his chest. He realized from what they had said to him this was suppose to be Gale's birthright, why did he give it to him? Emilio tried to sit up, grunting and weezing. He sat up and looked to Chrys "I'm still not up to a long fight, but I think we need to prepare for the worse." She just stared for a moment "What's that suppose to mean?" Emilio sighed and turned his legs over the edge of is bed "I think we need to get ready to launch the assault on the dark capital. Achilles may have gone there, but I'm the one who knows what it's like there. If he tried to fight alone, there's no way he could win. Not with my father there, not inside the gates of the city. We need to assume that they might fail, and that we might have to prepare our counter offensive." She seemd a bit dazed for a moment, maybe from the pain or maybe from what he had said or maybe a little of both. She went to sit completely back down on her bed "So, where should we start?" Emilio pulled a cane and pushed himself to his feet, but failed in his attempt, still not strong enough to stand "We need to moblize whatever armored division this city has and position them around the city, preparing for a posible attack. then we take what's left of the foot soilders and the air brigade, again whatevers left, and we move on the capital. We need to spread thin and completely surround the city and move in on all sides. Me and you can charge the front gate and distract the initial on slaut." She nodded to him as she got to her feet "Okay. I'll get that set up." As she looked like she was going to leave Emilio grabbed her arm "For what it's worth, I'm sorry for doing this to you. And if you see Gale let him know I'm sorry for what I did to him as well."

Name: Anthony dorrick Bellam Age: 27 Alignment: Anarchist- He thinks that the government is too powerful and the people of the city have simply allowed this government to rule supreme with it's iron fist. Class: Merchant Weapons: He enjoys and collects guns and other projectile weaponry. However he usually carries a sword with him (Sword seen in pic) Appearance: [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Demian.jpg[/IMG] Personality: He is a pleasant, but sometimes absent minded person. Or at leat in outward appearance. Underneath this farce exterior, lies a cool and cunning individual. He is calculating, and every action he takes is never a random one, thought his behavior would have one to think otherwise. He is cool and calm, even in the most desperate situations, and is completely indifferent toward human life and suffering. He places himself first and is often disliked for this, but many still come to him for his help. Bio: Born in the badlands of the world, his parents were both anarchists and this was the lifestyle he was brought up in. The badlands is a harsh backyard to grow up in, but this is what made him strong. This is where he learned the harshness of the world and witnessed the cruelty of humanity. He used his wits and has sharpend his perception in this dangerous out world of society. It was hard and hateful, but it's the only life he's ever known. As he grew he became a merchant of sorts. Living in this exile world he has established fine connections in the underworkings of both the city and the badlands. He deals in every thing from simple living wares to human lives. It's said there's nothing he can't get a hold of; given the right price of course. He is hated and admired for this and is well sought by both ends of the spectrum, both anarchists and even occasionally sinners; thought they are the less grateful customers. He has been recieveing information on this research material that could over throw the religous control in the city. He is driving his resources so he might take it himself. To over throw the church would bring to question the government that had been in complete support of. It has remained elusive and has had many come to him in search of the information so they might take it for themselves. All he wants is to see the city fall to chaos, so they might bring about a new, just society worthy of the beauty the city dwellers hold for themselves.

Dred called over for a drink and sipped at it lightly for a moment and without looking to Tyr "Is this really gonna work?" Tyr smiled again "Of course it will. Why wouldn't it?" Dred laughed as he sipped at the drink again "Your confidence never waivers. That's probably one of the reasons I've stayed with you for so long." Tyr smiled "Damn, and here I thought I was almost rid of you." The two glanced to each other and laughed. Dred set his focus back on his drink "So, how many more days til we go for it?" Tyr looked back to the bar "Two or three, pending on how the hunt goes." Dred sipped his drink one more time "I'll go to the ware house tomorrow and get my equipment." He then set the drink back and swallowed it in only a few gulps. Tyr glanced to him out of the corners of his eyes "You know that's bad for you to drink it all at once like that." Dred smirked "Since when have I done anything that was good for me?" The two chuckled again and went about themselves at teh bar.

Tommy bit at his lip for a moment as tears began to well up in his eyes, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't form the words. It was as if the air had been taken from his lungs. She stepped a little bit closer to him "What happend?" He looked up for a moment as the tears rolled down his face "My..... Mother. Sh... She's..... gone. She died." Kansas' face became somber and sympathetic "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Tommy." His lips trembled a bit as he tried to smile. He didn't want her to feel that bad for him "It's okay." He rubbed his face "I don't know how yet, but we'll pull though. We'll be okay." He turned and waved to her "Well, I've got to go home now. Sorry I coud'nt take you and Jason up on your offe, but were going i different directions." He waved to her as he walked out of the building and headed for the street. Once he rounded the corner from the school he started to run. He huffed and weezed as he ran, still not able to get a full breath. He reached the front of his apartment building, huffing and weezing and still crying. He couldn't stop as he lurched over, gasping for breath. He approached the door and let himself in and slowly climbed the stairs to his apartment on the second floor. He walked through the door and slammed it loud and tight behind himself. He would be alone for a few more hours til his sister came home, or til Antonia, who lived two floors up decided to cut school and go home. Til then, he was able to sit in his own anger and sorrow. He was sad,not only for his mothers death, but also now the fact stood that his whole world was about to change. He knew what this meant, and though he didn't like it, he would have to go through with it. He would drop out of school and find work. They had no one else to provide for them, and he was the only person his sister could depend on now.

Emilio's head still felt light, but well enough to open his eyes and look tot he room around him again. He looked back to Gale, who was still unconsious, and then he looked to see another he didn't expect to see. Chrys had been brought in as well. He knew not what brought her here. The dark army may have already moblized, they could be just outside the city now. Being in his stated, he had no way of knowing who long it had been since his eyes last opend. It very well may have been days, but the look of those around him lead him to believe otherwise. It had only appeared to be a few hours, but then why was Chrys here? Surely the dark army couldn't have come with such numbers so quickly, so then why was she in such a state? A question he couldn't answer himself. He glanced to the doctor who was still moving about the room, tending to many injured individuals. As he strolled passed he notices Emilio is consious again "Oh well. Lookie here. It seems the little kappa boy has regained consiousness." He stopped and looked to Chrys and looked back to Emilio "I wonder when the rest of you will be here. She showed up not but a two hours ago." He then left and went back to his business. Emilio could only rest and wonder. This had come to be more trouble then it was really worth, but he had to keep going. To give up now after doing so much and coming so far would be disgusting.

Eric stirred from the couch, he could hear something going on outside. He could here gunshots not that far off. But what got his was not the gunshot, but the lack of blood in the air, he couldn't smell blood. This was interesting to him. He rose from the couch and went to grab his guns. He left his advanced stuff with Ulyises, but he still had his heightend senses and his M16 A-2 rifle in his locker. He pulled out the rifle and slung it over his shoulder and went out the door. He ran down to the street and started to the alley and took to the shadows. More gun shots, then silence, and still no blood. What the hell was going on? He saw him standing there, it was that guy from the papers, "Diamond". He was holding a girl in his arms. What the hell is going on here? He slinked closer to here what was happening. The girl was breathing steadily, she just seemed unconsious, but there were more there then just the two of them. What just happend here? He wasn't sure, and he didn't know if he trusted this Diamond guy, so he trained his rifle on him and prepared himself incase something should go wrong.

Emilio could hear the scratching and scurring of feet across the floor. He could hear a dull whisper in the wind, Amer and Sarin had joined in a fight against Kami. She had escaped again, she always escaped. He still felt cold, and yet the burning from Chrys' sythe had yet to fade. He couldn't see, but he could smell the blood in the room, Gale was near by. Emilio chuckled to himself [I]I should apologize to him for the whole blast thing earlier[/I] He thought to himself as he layed there in his bed. His eyes slowly creaked open and saw the old doctor going about the office. He looked up to the old man "What the hell am I doing here?" The old man glanced to him quickly "Oh, good morning. That little fire starter girl brought you here." Emilio looked to the roof "Well I'm gald to know she's not that pissed." He began to chuckle and passed again.

Name: Kazuma Uta Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: He's cold and detatched from most nowadays. He was once kind and social. His life is dark as is his personality. He hates his job and just ignores it for the most part. He is veiwed as vicous, when in reality he is just severd and uncaring. His personality as faded into darkness and sorrow. Bio: He was born in Kobe near Kyoto. He lived with his grand mother in the traditional inn they ran. He came home from school one morning to find his grandmother missing. He searched the whole inn for her and when he went to the second floor he was ambushed. It all happend so fast, that he didn't even realize what had happend to him. When he came to, he was locked in this small, 5 by 8 room. He was taken in to this dark world and forced to the life of an assasign for hire. A terminator as it was called. He has been trapped here for two years and his mind has grown dark and bleak. He has lost his hope to leave this life and has given into his life here. He has no hope for a future beyond killing. Appearance: [IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/Dred.jpg[/IMG]

Dred peaked his head out of the shack "Well, it doesn't look like someone is following us. Let's get out of this place before the stink sticks to my fur." He walked out and the others followed him. He looked around and noticed a small little place with a sign above 'The Cauldron'. He waved to the other two to head in. Once inside he took a table at any random place, again like he owned the place. He waved to a waitress "Hello there, can I get two orders of fried catfish and a ice cold beer." She nodded and looked to him. He looked back to Jar "So, your looking for this girl and that's the reason you were so interested." Jar looked to him "That's it exactly." Dred huffed "I hate waiting for food." Jar raised and eye brow and Tyr stepped in "Sorry, he thinks with his stomach. Once he gets his food he'll be aboe to focus a little better." Jar leaned back in his seat. Once the food was dropped at the table he started eating immediatly "Anyway, back to the conversation, you like this girl and you haven't seen her in ages." Jar nodded "Yeah." Dred went on "So, isn't it possible she doesn't remember you? I don't want to sound cruel, but your effort might be for nothing."

He broke off from them and turned to go back to Jun. As he turned he was a fronted by darkness. Kazuma was suddenly surrounded by this blackness in the abyss of nowhere. He looked around "Where the hell is this?" His voice echoed through the emptiness. Suddenly another voice appeared in the void "You have been brought to this place for a purpose." Kazuma looked around him, still seeing nothing "What purpose?" The voice continued "You will contend in a tournament for your life. You lose and you die." The voice stopped. Kazuma spoke up "What if I win?" The voice appeared again "I wouldn't count on it." The shadows faded and he saw the stone cobbles of a hallway beneath him. He was in a small enclosed hallway, he could hear a crowd roaring outside. The door infront of him rumbled as it slowly opend. It was a massive brown iron and creaked like nails on a chalk board. Light poured into the hall and he was drawn outside by it, like a moth to a flame, he was pulled out by the roar of the crowd and the blinding light coming in. He stepped out into the open air, he was inside a massive colliseum. It made him feel like he was in ancient rome. He looked straight to the end of the arena floor and saw another man standing on the opposite end. He heard a gong sound and the man on the other end began to charge him. The man held, in his right hand, a large ax and swing it vicously at Kazuma. The arena was huge so he had some runnign space to keep clear of the swings from this maniac. He felt as if he was moving of air, he moved with such ease it baffled even him. Still, he knew this couldn't go on forever. The voice came back to him "Draw your weapon!" Kazuma shouted "What the hell are you talking about?" The voice continued "Listen to your heart. Can't you her it calling to you? If you listen you'll hear it. You better do it quick or he'll be killing you." Kazuma snapped to in just enough time to get clear of the mans swing. He bounced over the mans head and ran behind him, he was big and lumbering, but he wasn't stupid enough to fall for that forever. Kazuma was becoming desperate, he had no idea what to do. He suddenly started hearing something in his head, it was a growling of some kind. He shut out all other sounds and focused on the growl. He listend more and more intently to the growling, as it started to sound like someone speaking to him "Call me." It said to him "Call my name and I will be there." He could see a set of yellow eyes infront of him. He began to feel this surge over come him, this uncontrolled flow of energy. He open his mouth and let out shout "RENGETSU!!!" The ax flew for his head. When he opend his eyes he saw in his hand a sword. It was sectioned off and the blade had spines coming off it. He had caught the ax with this sword, even though the ax was obviously much bigger and heavier. He could feel the man on the other side pushing, but he felt like he was fighting with a child. He pushed the man off with one hand on his sword. The cracked the sword and the sword broke off on to a razor chain and whipped around. He swung for the man and split him acroos the stomach and face at the same time.

I actually bought into this back in 2000 and my mom is one of many who signed the petition to ban the site. Still the idea of the whole thing is grotesque and I believe it has no business being on the web. I know as long as someone can get a support can put it up, but I don't care about that much. I suppose I don't care about it much since the whole thing is just disgusting and stupid. I hate dead baby jokes and people who get a kick out of this crap need to grow up and us at the "Big peoples" table, okay.

Suddenly, as the two of them sat at the bar, this huge Scale solider burst in the door. He carried his large staff with a proud expression. It was none of there business so he decided to stay out of it, as long as this big guy steered clear of him. He put his head down and took another drink, he looked to Tyr "Just stay out of this okay." Tyr nodded "As long as he steers clear of me." Then Dred nodded "Fair enough." Suddenly things erupted. Another person at the bar had slugged that solider. This was getting a little dicey for him, he looked to Tyr "Let's get out of this." They both got up and started out, til the solider bumped into his back. Without thinking, Dred tripped him and put his heel in the guys face. He looked back to the now even more upset solider "Holy shit." He took off out the door, fortunatly speed was on there side as they made a dash for safty.

Eric crept through the dark alley ways, all the while getting calls in from Ulyises "You find out how many are there yet?" He took up the mic "I could if you weren't distracting me." The old man "Sooorrrrrry. Didn't know I was such a burden there, Black Barrel was it?" Black on his end "Just shut up already." Silence on the other end. He continued to listen to the sounds coming all around him, they were on the thrid floor of a building roughly three blocks down. He took off to the dark back streets keeping out of sight. He stopped outside the back door of a small, ten level, business building. they were definitly on the thrid, he could smell the gunpowder and narcotics mixing. No blood yet, which meant nothing had gone sour yet. He popped his pistols from there hollsters and came to the door. He whipped out a pair of long, thin, shortly curved hooks. With the pair he popped the lock on the door with ease "Better then knocking." He said as he walked in the door. He smelled at the air and listend to the echos in the hall. They was no one near him at the moment, so he took this moment to head into the ventilation shaft. The quickest way to the thrid floor that wouldn't get him found. He crawled along through the tight space in which he could barely fit. He held both pistols in hand with full cylinders, subduement bullets loaded. The echos in this shaft was better here. He could already here what was going on, it was another standard issue arms deal. This should be a quick and easy, just another group of street thugs trying to make the world hell for the rest of us. He stopped just above the our gaggle of hopeless scumbags. He took one quick breath and slammed through the vent. He dropped in on the group, all of which immediatly dove for there weapons as his own shots rang out. Two, five, nine, they all dropped so quickly it was hard to keep up with his pace. 12 men down in on quick swing, just another night out. he walked up to one of the unconsious men and took from him the gun he had tried to so hard to get to. there was something strange about this thing, to the casual observer it seemed like a normal hand gun, not that different from something you'd expect from your standard street gang. But if it was that easy, why all this hush hush to sell the damn things? Not only that, but there was some strange odor he didn't recognize coming off of the barrel and hammer. He decided to take it with him to the old man, so he could find out what it was that was with these things. He left the building and got back in touch with Ulyises "I've got them all. There on the third floor, room 202." The old man buzzed back "I've got the police on the way. Oh yeah, your wife called for you, Black Barrel." He grunted "I'm in trouble." The old man laughed "Sure are. My prayers are with you." Black responded sarcasticly "Yeah, thanks. I can feel the love." He cut the radio and got the hell out of there. She was already pissed at him, he didn't need her to bail him out and make it worse. ---------------------------------------------------------------- He tipped toed back into his house as he closed the door quietly. This was to no avail as the lights popped on to show her sitting on the couch "So you actually came home tonight. And here I was thinking I'd have the house to myself." He turned to her slowly "Hey honey, sorry about this but....." She got up from her seat and he stopped speaking "Listen, I'm tired, So I'm going to bed now." He felt a scale of relief as she went ot the bedroom, he wasn't going to get chewed out tonight. She closed the door behind her and he went to head in after her. He grabbed the door knob only to find it locked. This was how she would punish him, he got the couch. Stereo typical, but it was what happend. He knew better then to argue or fight it. He layed down on the couch "Give me mob bosses and street gangs anyday, before her." He closed his eyes and slept on the couch for the night.

Tommy waved to Antonia as she walked by to wave to him. She had a rather negative dispostion, but underneath it she was a nice girl. Shortly after her leaving Tommy recieved a call to the front, he could only imagine in regards to what. Tommy stepped out of the room and very casually made his way down the relativly empty hall. All the usual students could be found wandering about the school, no one he didn't expect. It was at this time he noticed that girl from before, Tori. Her face had a nice round black mark on it, and to top it off there was some other guy standing next to her. He thought it best to check in and see who this guy was before going on. He approached and he recognized the guy with her. His name was Jason, he didn't know him that well, but he knew enough to know he was a nice guy. He noticed he was helping, so he decided not to get in the middle of it, he had his own things to get to. He continues and arrived at the front office, there he saw Antonia and he approached her as she sat awaiting, what was probably her chewing out "Hey, how you doin? Causing trouble again?" She looked up to him with a smirk "Just waiting on Deto to come out and let me have it one more time." Tommy laughed "Yeah well, I'd love to stay and watch you play mind games with him, but I've got to go." She rose and eye brow to this statement "Wait a minute. Is golden boy actually in trouble for once? Call the papers, stop the presses, Tommy Callack has become a delinqient." Tommy laughed at this "I've done nothing they just want to see me." She just bobbed her head "Right, sure. I'll be waiting for you in detention hall." He shoutd back to her as he went on "Then you'll be waiting a while." He laughed a little more as he continued on his way to the clerk. He stopped in front of her desk "Hey, I'm Tommy Callack I got a call up here." She nodded to him and had him take a seat. Her name was Ms. Cambell, she was kind of bitchy most of the time, but she seemed awfully nice today. She began to speak "Tommy, I don't know how to say this but....... YOur mom was in an accident at work." Tommy's smile from earlier faded almost instantly "What happend? Is she at the hospital?" She looked down "She's dead I'm afraid." Tommy leaned back and almost fell from his chair. He gatherd himslef for a moment and then she tapped his shoulder "Are you going to be alright?" He didn't answer. He rose from the chair and ran off back down the hall. He ran by Antonia again as he went by, she called to him "So what the damage To...." he didn't her the rest as he ran right past her without a word.

Dred looked to Tyr "Well if that's all you need with me, I'm getting out of this bloody scene and headed for something to eat. You in?" Tyr looked around for a bit "Why not? Let's make it quick though." Dred smiled and headed for the nearest bar and took a place at the bar like he owned the place. He took his seat and orderd a tall drink and Tyr did the same. Dred looked back to him "So why did you kill that cop? You've been on edge latly, even for you." Tyr shrugged "Rough times is all." Dred nodded "Whatever, just keep it undeer control. I don't want to end up in jail over crap like this, people already are untrusting of our kind as it is." Tyr nodded "I know, you don't have to remind me." Dred took up his drink and took one long swig of it before slaming back down on the counter.

Ron stumbled back intot he cabin as ths ship rocked back and fourth. He jumped to his hammock for some stablity. He held fast in his hammock as it started to spin and swing, nearly throwing him to the ground. He had to hold on tight as til they made it to shore.

Emilio stared down Chrys "This is what it all amounts to. It's kind of sad really." Chrys just smirked "You know, I even thought I could trust you." Emilio chuckled "I thought I could trust people, and look what happend to me. Only trust youself. Remember that Chrys, never lose sight of who you are. The you I know now." She waved her sythe "Shut up and let's get this done with." Emilio drew his sword and preped as did Chrys. The two charged each other with great fury, both swinging with all they had. In the instant there two blades were to meet, a flash came from the source, blinding those around. Once the light faded, the scene was all to surprising. Both still held there weapons, but Emilios weapon had split inches from Chrys' face, forking in two different directions, to the left and right of her face. While her sythe was buried in his rib cage, the tip peircing through to his left. Emilios sword dissolved back to water, showing the look on Chys' face to be as surprised as one might imagine. She pulled her weapon free and Emilio fell to his knees. Her look unchanged as she gazed at him "What the hell just happend?" Emilio made a weezing attempt at laughing "You know..... that hurt more then I thought it would." She stepped closer to him "What does that mean?" Emilio coughed up a fountain of blood as he gasped for air "I needed....... to make..... it up to you...... I knew sorry...... wouldn't be enough." More blood poured from his mouth "I knew only one thing you wanted. And it was revenge. So I gave it to you." She hit Emilio on top of his head with the brunt of her sythe "You ass hole, who said you could do that? I get to decide when and where I take it not you." Despite her angry tone, she was obviously very upset. Emilio began to smile "Alright, then for that I apologize." He fell to the ground and coughed more "Now if you don't mind I thik I'll take a nap really quick." as he fell to unconsiousness.

Superhero Name: Black Barrel Real Name: Eric Kodon Current Occupation: part-time cab driver/part-time gun shop cashier. Place of Birth: Miami, FL Gender: Male Marital Status: Married, no kids. Age: 24 Height: 5'9 Weight: 174 lbs Eye color: Smoky grey Hair color: Dark brown Hair length: Tailing at just above shoulder length, with long side burns. Appearance:[IMG]http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/CoolGunman.jpg[/IMG] He sometimes where's a black ski mask if neccesary, but since he works at night he usually doesn't need it. Personality: A socialite by nature, but he finds the people here to be a little hard to stomach. He's the kind of guy you'd expect to mind his own business and ignore a person in need, and normally you'd be right. Outside of his attire he is not much different from so many other people in this city. He only takes on thsi righteous attitude once he goes to work. He does enjoy being with people, but can be pretty easily irratated. He hates seeing crimes going unpunished and that seems like it's all he sees in this city. Character History: Born to simple beginings in southern Florida near Miami. He was brought up in a slum neighborhood. Gangs ruled supreme, despite the polices best efforts. The most feared being the "Crips" and the "Bloods". These are the two most feared and hated gangs where he lived. Death due to one of there gang fights was all to common. IT was so bad for a while that people actually started to ignore it, it had just become such a part of life there, people almost felt akward when some one wasn't shot. In this atmosphere it was easy to over look a small child like himself, and so he was. he learned early on how to identify a gun by the sound of the shot alone. The smell of gunpowder and blood became infused in his nostrils. Even the lightest hint of either could get his attention. This was his childhood and he made the best of it. He found his first gun at the age of six and used it for the first time three months later. He shot a gang member attempting to break in, probably for drug money. The media responded with mixed calls. Some called him a young hero, others a future vigilante. In the end I suppose both were right. He lived out his young life there, going to elementary, middle adn even high school in that place. He moved fromt here at the age of 19, convinced he would get away from it all. When he left he brought with him his girlfriend. they had been together since middle school and he wouldn't leave her there. On the day he asked her he proposed to her as well. They were married young, in a very shotgun style, but that was all they needed. They traveld nomadicly for a almost a year, before they came to Justice City. He hoped the name would be some indication of a bright future. It turned out to be an oximoron. A city with endless crime called Justice city, it was like a bad joke. But they had nowhere else to go, so they took up in a small apartment. His wife, Tiffany, wanted to go back to school, and he supported this. He left and started signing up for jobs, so she could go to school and he could work. He got a job driving a cab, but decided only on part-time since he hated driving himself let alone someone else. To only add to the irony of his life, he got his next part-timer at a gun shop running the register. He didn't like being around guns, but he was also pretty used to it, so he just went with it. About a year after coming to the city, he had his first epiphany toward his final destiny. He was closing the shop one night when the highly expected happend. Two armed thugs came in for money and whatever they had in stock. Eric knew this scene all to well, he knew after they had what they wanted they were going to kill him and the store owner. The whole event happend in less then minute from when they enterd the store. Without a thought, he threw a clip board that was behind him from inventory at one of the two and dropped to a roll as the other opend fire. He popped up to the right of the register, colt 45 magnum in hand, and opend fire on them in return. He hit and killed both of them. This was the second time he had to kill someone and he hoped it to be the last. How foolish was that? He was comended by the store owner, the only other person there at the time. The old man seemed much happier then he should have been after just seeing him kill two people, but he supposed it was just the way of this city. The old man, named Ulessys Redderic, wanted to reward him for his "fine work". The old man was something of a gun officianado. He praticed in not only selling, but making new guns. He gave Eric some strange looking new pistol, it was black and had a second one, completeing the pair. The man then pulled out a large tool box looking case. He opend it and inside was a whole a array of bullets of every different kind. The man began to explain what each one was. One to render unconsiousness, ne to simulate a kill shot, one with an EMP pulse emitter, one with a GPS tracker, One for armor piercing, one explosive type round. The old man took great pride as he showed them off to Eric. He then took his into his office and opend a locker on the wall. Inside was a white jump suit, that he said was the most effective form of keplar one could have. He told him to take it and use it as he saw fit, and if he ever needed help he would just need to come to him and ask for more if the need should come. He wasn't sure what he was trying to tell him til the old man made it very blatant. He said he needed him to use them, because he couldn't. He needed his help. He took up this calling, Eric had seen enough crime so he was going to make it better. Super human power: He has the gift of heightend senses. His eye sight, his hearing, his smell, his touch, and even his sense of taste are almost five times that of your normal human, making him a powerful marksman. Source of Power: His years in his hell hole of a home, forced him to recognize these things. Smell of gun powder, the giggle made by the hammer before it goes off, the sound of a paticular guns muzzel blast, the feel of the grooves on the hammer. He learned to recognize all these things, which in turn made his sense much more sensitive to even slight variations. Speacial skills: Standard lock picking skills. He speaks spanish and a little arabic. Gadgets: Two black eigth shoot revolvers. Various different bullet types: EMP bullets, explosive bullets, Subduement bullets (render unconsiousness for 12 hours), Reaper Bullets (simulate kill shot without actual death, effects up to ten hours), Traker bullets, and Finally 45 caliber armor peircing rounds for the nasty work. Bullet proof vest, and fiber strengthend pant legs (Fiber Strength= New age military technology using a unique cloth to relieve physical strain on wearer, making them seem twice as strong) occ: Please PM me if I'm invited.

The ships beating was violent and out of control, Ron kept himself as steady as he could in this torrent. For the longest time he saw nothing, not even a sand bar. When suddenly he noticed a discoloration in the water. It was faint but it was definitly lighter then the rest of the water. It was a sand bar, which meant there might be an island nearby. Ron was going to call to the captain, but decided as long as he could'nt see anything he might as well not get ther hopes up. This didn't last long as he saw a jagged crest on the horizon near the bar, it was an island. That could be thre safe haven from this storm. He leaned over to look down to the captain and shouted "CAPTAIN, there's an island just off the port side."

Tommy was headed off toward class, the bell had just rung, it meant he only had three minutes to class. On his way he wanderd upon a girl reading from her book. He had seen her before, he was having a hard time remembering her name though. She always seemed kind of distant, but she seemed like a nice girl. She snapped attention at the sound of the next bell; two minutes to go. He patted her shoulder "You seem like you quite intensly involved in your book." She looked to him and huffed "Whatever, mind you own damn business." Tommy stepped back "Sorry, didn't mean to upset you. I just see you around and you always look so distant. Don't you want to talk to people, you know have friends." She glared back at him "No, now leave me alone." Tommy brought his hands up "Okay, I'll go. Just try to keep a smile instead of that frown, you look cuter that way." He smiled to her and started running, he had one minute to get to class.

This small white room was begining to wear on his mind. How long could Emilio last in hear before it drove him insane? He knew what he had to do, he had to remember what he was doing this for. He screamed out in the room "I'll see my father again. Let me out and I'l discuss his terms." For a moment there was nothing, then a loud thud of the tumblers of the locked door. It opend slowly due to the weight of the door and behind it stood tearful Kami "It looks like we'll get to be together again after all." She said with a smile on her face. She escorted him back to the same room as before where his father still stood as he had before he left. Dredick spoke back up "Have you thought things through?" Emilio nodded "I'll do it. But it'll be done on my terms." His father smirked "You never change." He brought his hand to shoulder height and snapped his fingers. Two men came through the doors behind him carring a black armor. It was very twisted, one side seemed smoothed and gracefully crafted, the other was a twisted piece of jagged metal. As different as night and day. Only similarity was they were both balck, two sides of the same cause I suppose. In the center was a small round disk, on it was a mark, the crest of his father. It was a blue serpent swallowing the earth, or at leat that's kind of what it looked like. They handed this armor to Emilio who immeidatly began to put it on, one piece at a time. Once on he looked to Dredick "I'm ready to go now." Dredick chuckled "I knew there would be a day we would fight alongside each other again, like a real father and son." He walked toward Emilio, when Emilio began to speak again "I do have one more condition." His father stopped, seeming surprised by this. Emilio continued "The one called Chrysanthema. I want to be the one to kill her. Give her to me and I'll follow any order I'm given without question." Dredick chuckled again "I guess she got on your nerves. Or maybe it's because your job from back then just feels in complete since she lived through it." Emilio gave no response. Dredick responded "Very well, I leave her life to you." Emilio smiled "Thank you father. I promise it will be quite the sight to see." His father smiled again and walked past him "I'll assemble the army, I'll let you go after the one, Chrys. Kami will take you there." He snapped his fingers again and she appeared behind the two of them. She bowed and took Emilios hand and the two quickly departed. The wind howled as they both ripped by, headed for the city to find them. Emilio stopped on the roof looking over the city, he was out to find one of the others, he knew they could lead him to Chrys. He looked out to Sarin and Chrys who were standing by each other as he stood atop the roof. He whistled to them and they looked up to the black clad Emilio standing up on the builing leering down on them. Chrys turned to anger to see him and the way he looked, while Sarin seemed a little dumbstruck. Emilio smiled to them "Chrys, would you mind coming with me? I believe you wanted something from me, it had something to do with that event on Dates Peak wasn't it." Her face turned pure red and Sarin stepped forward "Sorry you back stabbing Kappa, but you won't be getting away with this." Emilio waved to Kami who quickly attacked Sarin who jumped clear of the battle "I'll befighting you alone Chrys. No one will interfere. And we it's done, one of us will be dead." She yelled to Emilio "Your more a monster then I would have thought you sick depraved bastard." Emilio smiled "Follow me girlie. You'll get your shot, but only once and then I'll kill you."

As they escorted Shun, who was tied up and bound, to the village for further interogation. They began hearing a strange sound in the trees. They all stopped and looked around dilegently, searching for any sign of an attack. The one in black, Sasuke, passed on the order "I'll go see what it is. Naruto and Sakura, stay here and guard the prisoner, make sure he doesn't escape." Naruto snapped again "You don't get to give me orders!" With that he jumped off toward the trees, despite the protests of his two friends. Sasuke started swearing under his breath and went after him, leaving Shun with the girl named Sakura. Shun saw something black rushing through the trees. He jumped "Reiji, come out." Suddenly thsi small black creature jumped from the tree and landed at his feet "Wait, this isn't Reijis shadow gate. What is this?" The creature howled and suddenly the eyes of many could be seen peering at them from the trees. Glowing red, these were not the eyes of allies. He could hear the growling of them in the trees, while the one infront of them jumped a them. It was quickly struck by a kunai from the trees, one of the other two must have been watching, but could they handle so many. Shun looked to the girl, Sakura, who seemed very nervous now "Hey, would yoube able to untie me?" She looked to him "No way, you'll just escape if I did somethin like that." Shun just smiled to her "I promise I won't, you have my word." She just huffed and looked back to the trees "What good is the word of a crazy stranger like you." Shuns expression quickly became much more dire "Listen, if we don't do something were both going to die. Those things don't look like there here to make friends. I know your friends are strong, but can they take out so many at a time?" She looked back at him harshly "And you can?" Shun smirked "Sure, just give me the chance and I'll blow them all away." She hesitated "Alright, but you better be just as good as you say. And if you try and escape, we'll have to kill you." As the ropes dropped "Shun rubbed his wrists "Seems like a fair trade. Now let the captain of gate keepers east show you how we do business back home." Shun pushed his hands out on either side of him "Open the Gate!" A pair of blue spheres appeared just inches from his hands and emitted the same unimaginable wind from before.

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The wind settled and Emilio found himself in a large, archaic temple, his back to a small set of wooden doors that slammed shut behind him. He stared sown the long room, wooden floors shone with a fine polished finish. The walls decorated with all kinds of scriptical writings, all some demonic writing. A the far end of the room, atop a large wooden throne embroderd with gold, sat Dredick, his father. He walked this long room toward his father who was sitting anxiously, as if he had known all along he would come. Emilio still frozen as his head hung low. He stopped with ten feet seperating himself from the throne with his father. Dredick finally rose to his feet "I've waited for the time when you would realize what is needed." Emilio fixed his lifeless gaze on Dredick "Is this really your only solution? Full out war with these people." Dredick smiled "Why not? War, it brings new ages to times of change. The blood of the old washing clean the slate for the new to take it's rightful place." Emilios eyes finally stirred "Don't you see thsi is just pointless violence. how can you hope to win with an army of the living dead like this one? Your soilders are mindless drones, do you realize that this alone won't seal a victory for you." Dredick began to pace "And yet you killed them anyway, knowing full well from the start what they were. The blood of many innocents already stains your hands. And you talk of sparing them, I detect the scent of hypocracy." Emilio hung his head again "We both understand what happend at Dante's Peak, I may have pulled the trigger but that doesn't absolve you for calling the order." Dredick stopped by the window and looked out to the open air outside. He usherd Emilio to join him in the veiw, and as Emilio looked out he was struck with awe. Before him was a magnificent metropolian city, the likes of which he had never seen. The technology pocessed by the dark army now made more sense. Dredick continued "They call us beasts, but look at all we can make, given the chance." Emilio kept his gaze on the city "Dont' you mean when it is taken? We both know this is no accomplishment you made alone. Who did you take this from?" Dredick shrugged it off lightly as he took his place back on his throne "That is irrelevant. What is relevant is where it is going. I have betterd this world that man otherwise would have destroyed. The skies above are clear, and the water drinkable. Humans with such strength destroy this world. Why should they be the ones who get to have it?" Emilio turned from the window and took his place where he had started "Because they have something we shouldn't, nor will our kind ever have." Dredick rose back to his feet "And what is that my son? I have commited atrocities, but nothing worse then any human would have done given the chance. Humans even massacre there own families, how do they deserve this world?" Emilio kept silent, not answering. Dredick cleared his throat "I see you have no objections. If so, then are you ready to dawn the armor you were born to wear. The mark of our kind, the pwer and pride of our people is inside you to. You must feel it, you know this strength." As he spoke only a single line could be heard from Emilio "Transcient guests are we." These words filled Dredick with rage. Emilios body came off the ground and was slammed back down with a tremendous force. His father had him trapped, this was his domain, and no one could beat him here. Even though his body was embedded into the round, the preassure continued to build. He could feel ribs crack and collapse as he gasped and sputterd. The preassure finally subsided and Dredick approached "Now, are you ready for what I need with you?" Emilio rolled out of his crater "Bite my bag old man." Dredick chuckled "That's nice Emilio, you always had a way with words." Emilio felt the buring in his back as Dredick drove the tips of his fingers through his body. Emilio coughed a little, as Dredick threw him across the room back to the double wooden doors he first appeared before. Dredick claped his hands twice, and through the doors came Kami "The him to be re-educated. He needs to learn his priorities." Emilios body levitated from the groudn and floated to Kamis side. She walked from the room and took Emilio with her. As they moved down the hall Emilio looked to her "WHy would work for someone who's just going to kill you in the end?" She stopped and put her hand on the back of his head "He reminds me of you. I like him, and if one of us dies in the end, it's as it should be." Emilio didn't speak any more and she took him to his eight by ten cell. It was a small white block, where one couldn't distinguish the door from the walls.