DeathKnight

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Marron347 [/i] [B]I am pretty sure that what you guys call ghosts are not really the spirits of dead people. They are created (often in the form of dead loved ones) by Satan to scare you, confuse you, and make you feel unsafe. I was taught to, whenever I see one of these, just say,"Begone! In the name of Jesus Christ!" and that will make them go away. They are no big deal; nothing to be afraid of. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Umm. Technically if it was a demon it would not leave in the name of Christ, it would leave in the name of either "Jehovah" or "Yahweh"- They fear God's name, not Jesus. Also demons, if it was one, cannot even HAVE a set form [IE in the form of a loved one] because as they fell to Earth they lost the ability to manfiest completely, therefore they would only appear in the form of a mist. Also, Demons most likely would not appear at all- they would talk to you, or possess you but not appear simply because they are angered over their loss of manifestation. Also I bet they are something to be afraid of, because not all demons go away with the muttering of God's name- some are so stalwart they dont care, and all you would do is infuriate them to the point that they would hurt you mentally. lol. Anyway, lets keep on topic from now on.. just had to nuke your religiousness like I do with all the others. =)[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Harlequin [/i] [B][color=indigo][font=gothic]approximation of the situation.... [/font][/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]You know, I can see an old black man saying that. "Well thanks to my friends [b]APROXAMATION[/b] of the [b]SITUATION[/b], heh heh, I guess we WILL have cajun!" Maybe Bill Cosby. Hmm. Yes, I can see him saying that... --- [b]Name[/b]: Kenneth Howell [b]Age[/b]: 29 [b]Appearance[/b]: 7 foot 2. Muscular, energized, healthy. Thick black hair droops past his eyes and all around his head, ending just above his shoulders. Scars line his right arm from a mission gone horriblely wrong, dozens stretch from his wrist up to his shoulder. He never speaks of it. [b]Bio[/b]: Master of heavy weapons, he was born to the leading master of heavy weapons. Highly tactical and intelligent, he uses everything in his set environment to aid him- not like he needs it. Specifically given the task of Heavy Attack/Tactical Commander, being new he is still assigned to a lower tier- not that he minds.[/color]

[color=crimson]Unas listened to them talk and snorted, smirking to himself- maybe some of these creatures were half intelligent after all. Leaping up along the wall he ascended up into the air, arms crossed. The distant call of a horn resonated throughout the area. Unas doubled his speed instantly, a loud boom shattering the few windows left from the sheer force of the acceleration. They were here. They were attacking. It was time. He charged down onto the wasteland, slideing and pointing his sword to the heavens. [b]Unas[/b]: FIRE YOUR ARROWS! Arrows sang through the sky upwards, through the clouds as dark figures came through them- Angels..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Unas[/b]: ... You really have no idea why we wont lose, do you... Behind me, through the shield, past the Necropolis towers, through a mile of wasteland is a gate. A gate that is an hour from completetion. The fissure that we, Anarchy Prime, came out of was only stable enough for the small force we have here now.. this gate will be able to inundate this area with demonic forces much more powerful than the idiotic grunts that are strone about this place. Unas raised his hand, aimed at the three of them and with a serious, bored expression on his face continued. [b]Unas[/b]: Right now I can unleash a torrent of acid that will run through all of you. You may be able to tap into mana, but how much of it can you control? You are probably more of a danger to yourself than me if you try to control it at this juncture. Have none of you read Revelation? Armageddon is God's way of cleaning out all evil, humans included. This is the final war, and if we dont win it then there will be no Earth anymore. God's patience has ended with both our species, and you are too blind to see it. Demons are barbaric, we are rebels, we are rogues, and we have been forced on the surface to survive. Now, before you go about joining any Angelic Guard, remember that Jehovah's goal is to destroy all evil- how clean is YOUR consience? Unas turned, and began to walk into the alley, tail flicking within a few inches of his throat. He stopped briefly, and glanced back. [b]Unas[/b]: This is merely a Civil War. Satan wanted the worship that Jehovah was going to get from all the perfect decendants of Adam and Eve- thusly your and our imperfection begins. If you want to kill someone, go try and kill him. Maybe even Jehovah is to blame for this. Angels disagree with him, we disagree with him, but many angels are blinded by self-righteousness. Thus we fight for Satan's glory. Now- leave, because to both sides you should be, technically, expendable. He continued down the alleyway, murmering in latin to himself..[/color]

[color=crimson]Hey Rai, sorry about that. Got names mixed up between RPGs, his name is Vincent. Many pardons.. ===---=== [b]Vincent[/b]: No, I believe you. We will get along fine- maybe even do some good. Hopefully.. He flicked a few switches, turning on the autopilot. They would be there in a couple of hours, maybe sooner depending on the airspeed they could attain. He rubbed his forehead and tossed the sunglasses he had been wearing to the back. [b]Vincent[/b]: I'm sorry about the bloodshed, but there was no other way. They had such large egos, it was blinding them..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ryan[/b]: Do it. Unas bowed gracefully and disappeared faster than the eye could see, slideing through the shield with ease. Across the wasteland he sprinted, before leaping into the dark, ruined alleyways in the city. He approached the signature power of a demoness, standing in the shadows as a human slaughtered one of the foolish lesser demons. [i]Clink, clink..[/i] Unas smiled as the gravel he had kicked alerted them to his presence, and he stepped out of the darkness, his tail remaining in it to the best of his ability. With his blade at his side dripping acid down onto the ground, he glanced at the three of them. [b]Unas[/b]: You are not welcome here. A great battle is going to commence between the forces of the Angelic Guard and Anarchy Prime. We dont need any third parties or traitors to get involved in supernatural business. [b]???[/b]: Who are you? Unas cocked his head to the side slightly, his tail comeing out of the shadows behind him. [b]Unas[/b]: I am of what is born from pure mana, an experiment in a new race of demons. They wanted to know if they could create demons without the need of a soul. 5 were started, 4 died. I am the only Vatborn alive. He raised his sword, ready to strike. [b]Unas[/b]: I am not here to kill you, it would be a waste of energy. Leave this area, now.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Charles [/i] [B]there's no difference between males and females in the world of the Internet.[/b][/quote] [color=crimson]lol. Thats childish to me since its getting that way IRL too. Maybe I just have such a large imagination I appreciate the pixels for what they are. --- Hmm. Luminare, she's a really great person and we get along like clockwork. Also I cant forget my Queen! How can you not like someone who is so funny and beautiful? I dunno, aside from that I am currently not at liberty to say. ^~[/color]

[color=crimson]A few hours into the transport.... The guard sitting across from the ambassador shifted uneasily, looking back to the pilot, to the guard sitting next to her, the guard sitting next to him, and finally to Captain Grey, piloting the aircraft. In a swift movement, both of the guards in the back of the helicopter were dead- one from his pistol, one from his assult rifle. Just as quickly, the Captain lay dead, blood splattering quietly on the floor. The guard leaped into the copilots seat, pushing several buttons and switching control over to the copilots seat. In Ukraineian he cursed and accelerated foreward as fast as it could go, the destination still being 01. He glanced back to the ambassador, eyes sparkleing with a mix of rebelliousness and amusement.. [b]Vincent[/b]: My name is Vincent, and I am apart of the UNSF. You, as well as I, know what all this will lead to for Mankind- a long, bloody war that we most likely cannot win. You are an Ambassador- I am your bodyguard. We must contact the Machines, we must stop this from occuring. Right now I am a rogue, and so are you- so we might as well do the unthinkable while we can.[/color]

[color=crimson]Anti, aka Travis, is one of my best online friends still. He left theOtaku due to dislike for a few things, but when he was here he was one of the better RPers around. ^_^ Fun times.[/color]

[color=crimson]If you really need it, I could call.[/color]

[color=crimson]BAD CLORICUS! OUT OF ADVENTURE ARENA! *beats him with a broom* ---- Wee! Harlequin has recaptured the good ol' RPG arena feel from when Anti was around. For Anti! --- [b]Name[/b]: Lascron Nevo [b]Race[/b]: Runemaker Clansmen- Runeseeker Clansmen are tall, muscular people who have an affinity for instilling magic into inanimate objects- enchanting equipment, items and many other things. Humanoid in form, they are generally of a much taller stature- 7-8 feet. They have a much longer lifespan than humans from their survival capabilties and the magic that flows through their veins. They hate being controlled from thousands of years of either isolation between families or small anarchys- which leads to hatred for any form of government, benovolent or not. However, they arent rebellious to the point of bloodshed- they simply have an extremely powerful free spirit. Melting into the "Human" populus in the original exile, they are considered wrongly a race of humans- their actual species or how they came to be not known to the public. An uknown tribulent period in the past caused them to split from the Vahnati, time aiding their obvious physical change into what they are now. Thusly, the magical powers of the Vahnati also changed with them, to the point they are the best in their field- and for a reason. However, in other magics they are average at best, the Vahnati clearly retaining their powerful lead. Also, Runemakers are more intelligent and philosphical than humans. Contrary to popular belief, most Runemakers concentrate on one facet of magic imbueing and dont generalize- thus, some are blacksmiths, others potion makers.. and yet others, are things beyond imagination. [b]Class[/b]: [b]Animator[/b]- Animators learn, through intense study and meditation, how to create living statues, automations called murgolems that exist to do their creator's bidding. Animators apply their art to dead flesh, stone, even iron. Generally feared for this skill, its actually comes down to the skill of the Animator of whether to fear him or not. Not many exist, as it is a taxing process to learn. Basically, this is the the power to bring something to life, specifically a sculpture created by the animator made from the aformentioned materials, and a few others. [b]Bio[/b]: From place to place, from home to tent, across landscapes they did go. The Nevo family of Runemaker Clansmen journyed from Exile after the chaotic upheavil caused by the Vahnati- and they journyed happily in their new, free state. Their youngest son, Lascron reached the age of 16 one year after they escaped- the age when Runemakers decide if they wish to specialize in one field or not. Amibitious as usual, he quickly decided to undertake the difficult task of becomeing an Animator- a task alone which would take 20 years to master. His first murgolem was 5 years into the program, a basic 2 foot tall helper made of stone. It became his little helper, aiding him whenever he saw fit- even sometimes in battle, have skin made of stone does help you know. Eventually, it had to pass away- and it did. Sentimentally, he chisled a small peice of rock from it and put it in his pocket, carrying it around ever since. Dedicated and strong, he spent all the time he could studying. Another 5 years. This time, it was a murgolem made of flesh- 5 feet tall, skilled in the use of a rapier. That night, a group of theives attacked his family's tents. His sister layed dead from the suprise attack, and in a furious rage he felt his flesh murgolem strike with sudden power- leaving a bloodbath in his wake. All of the theives were beyond dead, the murgolems power increasing as Lascron's emotions escalated. It too passed away, quicker than usual from a few injuries it had sustained in the battle.. His sister was buried, and in pure depression he consumed himself in his work.. The third and last chapter of his training came. 10 straight years of practiceing and studying- a few failures, some minor successes. He was ready for the final test of createing an Iron murgolem. On a stormy night, he raised his hands and put together iron into the shape of a man.. he felt like a God, but knew the golem could fail and possibly go beserk. He looked at the inanimate statue of man.. and worked his spell. It was a complete sucess- humoring himself, he made the Iron Golem shake hands with him before he purposely removed his spell from the iron, the pieces warping and implodeing instantly from the life magic. Takeing his sculpting tools and a small magic staff, he bid his Nevo family farewell for now- heading out on a 19 year adventure, which would cast him downwards into the spirals of the Exile, exploreing new and deeper caverns, often with an Iron or Stone murgolem helping him remove obstacles and other such menail tasks. Treasure, new creatures, friends, new materials even were all laying in the deepest depths- but a few warned of a creature that was even further in, one that was guarding a vast, beautiful secret from all. Curious, Lascron went and what he found down there was indeed a hideous monster, hidden from sight for hundreds of years. In a fiercesome battle between murgolems and beast, the beast proved himself too fearsome to be put down by the few murgolems Lascron had taken with him to merely explore, not to wage a battle. With his murgolems destroyed, Lascron battled with his staff courageously, but, like his murgolems, the beast was too skilled, fast and powerful for him to beat. Leaning down, the beast took one of his claws and lashed Lascron's cheek open from 1 inch right of his left ear down to the edge of his left lip. The monster amusedly laughed at him, descending deeper into the shadows.. and twards this secret that Lascron surely wouldnt be pursueing again anytime soon. Takeing out a small piece of paper, he teleported to the surface, close to a small town.. He has appeared on the surface, battered, beaten, bleeding- heading for the nearest town to seek medical aid. The only thing keeping him from stumbleing being his staff. Slowly, he makes his way, his tools clanging in a small bag at his waist as he goes... [b]Description[/b]: 7'3", muscular, toned. Attire includes a long black travelling cloak to keep out the elements, a classic loose fitting red shirt and black pants underneath it made of a lightweight material. Brand new to his look, however, is a soon-to-be scar that is currently slowly bleeding. In personality, he is free spirited like all Runemakers. A bit depressed, he still retains a sense of humor and a great sense of adventure, even turning up as a mercenary when not exploreing for some in the Exile. He is a bit of a flirt, hopeless romantic, and generally aloof when in a good mood and especially when drunk. Serious if need be, he has many opinons on many things if you just ask him- otherwise, you might be judgeing a book by its cover.. [b]Other[/b]: Umm. He likes.. good.. food..[/color]

[color=crimson]*experiments with the general idea of how magic is used, instead of following the general incantation path* --- [b]Unas[/b]: Damn it all.. They are reawakening it. His eyes traced across the horizon, scattered ruins blemishing the perfect wasteland around him. Finally, he sat down on the ground and closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead. [b]Unas[/b]: So what you are telling me is that without any incantation at all, a human randomly evolved the ability to perform magical arts? [b]Ryan[/b]: There was no uttered incantation at all- he was suprised as I. [b]Unas[/b]: He tapped.. That. Jehovah is granting them the ability to control pure mana just by, as you said, tapping into it. We use incantations to do so, but it sounds like all they need is an extended time to concentrate- even emotions trigger it. That bastard is handing nuclear weapons to children. He's so desprate for an easy win he-.. Goddamn it, how is that even possible? Even Angels need some form of latin or ancient incantation to trigger it. A cold, harsh rain began to fall on the entire area from storm clouds above. Thunder pounded viciously, immediately followed by red superheated bolts of lightning. [b]Unas[/b]: The only thing that limits them from a holy apocalypse spell is the fact that their brain cant handle the flow of mana to extremes.. [b]Demon[/b]: But we are still to be cautious. They can still be as powerful as we. [b]Unas[/b]: No. They cant. Unas stood slowly, tail flicking behind him. [b]Unas[/b]: For our bodies alone are tougher than theres, our skills are unmatched with weapons, and our magics we can control far more accurately than they ever will or can. Satan made them imperfect eons ago, and they still are that way today. [b]Ryan[/b]: We just will have to be more cautious.. [b]Unas[/b]: You said something about a "traitor demon"- was it female or male? [b]Ryan[/b]: Female- I have a feeling its the one that betrayed us after the sacrifices to bless our major strike. [b]Unas[/b]: Hmmm.. I can feel a near-distant power outside the shield.. [b]Demon[/b]: Sir should I check it out? [b]Unas[/b]: What can you do? You're probably weaker than the traitor with them. Ryan, what do you think of me intercepting them so they dont distract us- i'm sure I could suprise them if I can hide my tail..[/color]

[color=crimson]I honestly dont see why they should be stopped from marrying. What harm can it do? If we allow them to, then we are just keeping with the basic premise that this land is one of supposed freedom for all types of men, all with different ideals, all with different opinons- all of them to be able to beleive what they want, and practice it. Why should homosexuals be different? Also what it says in the Bible was meant for the Jews and the Gentiles that soon followed- Not for modern day polotics. If you are Christian, then thats fine- but meshing Polotics and Idiotic Religion together isnt the way of a democracy, lol. Come on America.. Where have we gone.[/color]

[color=crimson]Well the metal I listen to in general fuels my personality. Music does affect my mood and alot of the time my mood affects my music. But I know what you mean. In Adventure Arena, a good song can really get your imagination going and produce a nice post.[/color]

[color=crimson]****. That's just. .. Damn it God. Deb, take care of yourself. I'm sorry, I dunno if that means anything to you- but I really am from the bottom of my heart. This world is so ******...[/color]

[color=crimson]Well, if it is true than I would guess that they would be voulnteers to die for Japan, as it was with the later Kamikaze pilots.[/color]

[color=crimson]That cant be true at all. The Kamikaze technique was only adapted when Japan was losing the war, not in the intial strike on Pearl Harbor...[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Unas[/b]: Arano is off assassainating the leader of the resistance in this area. I'll relay your message.. Unas eyes closed and for a moment peace slammed through the wartorn area, before the breeze commenced in the directions of Arano, who was travelling at high speed through the void. [b]Unas[/b]: [i]Arano, a human used some magic against Ryan. He seems to be alright now.. keep your guard up, these Angels might have other tricks up their sleeves.[/i] Fadeing back in, he nodded to Ryan and pointed to the north, where a strong sense of holy magic was getting stronger by the second. [b]Unas[/b]: That is what is comeing. We are ready, sir, and able to guard this gate intill we can release more of our brothers..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Seraphim Arano is After[/b]: Go! Someone is comeing that I personally have to deal with.. commence the attack, that gate has to be destroyed at all costs. With the humans help, maybe we can win... ----- [b]Unas[/b]: .... make the defense ready... we are going to be in battle within minutes... A magic shield flooded over the site instantly, as various guard units lined up in formation, some entrenched in makeshift bunkers built as the gate was built. Several archer towers around the area were instantly garrisoned, archers at every window and at the top- where a giant flame hovered above the tower to reveal any invisible beings in the immediate area. All of the units kept an watch out, as the construction for the gate reached an estimated time of completition for 3 hours. Unas stepped out across the large wasteland- the whole area had been downtown skyscrapers just this morning, before the quick hands of the demons demolished them all. Standing alone in the wasteland, Unas' tail flicked up and down, his aura appearing in its full fury from impatience and bloodthirstyness. Arano, some distance away, knew that Unas was signaling him- the only resistance he would have would be the Seraphim himself. [b]Arano[/b]: Perfect. Unas drew his sword, and stood- ready, waiting.[/color]

[color=crimson]I might as well support my friend. --- [b]Name[/b]: Seraphim Throne [b]Gender[/b]: Male [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Appearance[/b]: At a general glance you call tell 3 things from Seraphim- He is above average in height, 6'3", has black hair and neon green eyes that glow oddly. His general build is that of an average, muscular young man. But he has a healthy appearance, fit and trim- ready for anything. Several scars are strone across his body from 'run-ins' with the Tulkot, most of them across his back, sporadic scars on his arms. His hair hangs beyond his eyes, stopping just above the tip of his nose, and keep that consistant length all around his head. Its extremely unkept, Seraphim finding dealing with his hair an extreme waste of time. The glow to his eyes is due to the C-M radiation, signifying why he hides them beneath the black curtain of hair. Some rumors are already being filtered amongst the populus of that oddity, but secrecy is the key to being for him. [b]Barcode[/b]: 0153311595452987 [b]Skills[/b]: The Skill of Secrecy/Stealth, and Gathering Intelligence. [b]Location[/b]: Alloran Sector, Solar System 565, Tri Corperation Frigate Santiago, in a high orbit over the planet Torlas escorting frieghter fleet- delivering real bulk cargo, and a certain young spy.. [b]Streaming Power[/b]: *thinks of Captain Planet* [i]The power is yours![/i] [b]Bio[/b]: With mineing and major business comes competetion. With competition comes the need to know what that comptetor is doing. With wealth comes the ability to find good slaves- with good slaves come special 'talents'.. Born to a small family that was in such a situation, Seraphim was quickly found to have very good reconnoissance abilties for his greedy, benevolent master. Slinking about in air ducts, ducking behind plants, slipping through the shadows- any edge that his master had, was an edge that was welcome to be abused. Over the years it became a great skill- as if he was born to do it, and his master valued him as a real asset- sometimes, even as a great miracle tool. With this sheer abundance of sneaking around Seraphim was doing, however, came the eventual run in with guards- guards as well payed as he was, and with just as much vigor for their jobs. Severe lashings came, before he was sent on his way- sometimes barely avoiding being killed by his mouth and witty way of creating cover stories. One day, in the past 3 weeks, after a small mission to a minor upstart corperation whose R&D department had come across some 'great discovery', he began to notice a glow in his eyes. A glow that made him seem as if a haunting ghost, or demon of some sort. Quickly, he let his hair grow out longer- it was the only thing he could think of, without comeing off as suspicious. He had heard rumors of various people getting strange 'quirks' in their appearance as well, and subsequently 'disappearing' for reasons that were debated amongst the gossiping class of social order. He had to know what was happening to him- and he had a mind to do so. But before he could go to gather information, he once again was being sent- this time not for his master, but for a friend. That friend had an odd request. That friend requested a large load of data on something called "Chrono-metric radiation" and its affect on humans over time. It was too odd. Maybe, yet, this will be for his own personal gain as well..[/color]

[color=crimson]Tell her that I wish her the best from her friend DeathKnight/Ken. I hope they do well intill I can talk to her over AIM again, ^_^.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Unas[/b]: ... I'll tell you what, i'll cover for you at the gate and you two go have a nice time. But you'll owe me Arano- you'll heavily owe me.. Have you ever heard of Essence of Bloodroot? [b]Arano[/b]: -... Why would you need THAT? [b]Unas[/b]: Thats how you heavily owe me. Get 4 vials of that Essence- Intill next time, [i]ta ta[/i]... He shot upwards into the sky, his tail lingering a second longer- long enough for the bladed edge of it to flirt near Ananda and Arano's necks before disappearing after the Vatborn. Soaring through the clouds, a flash of white caught his eye just to his right- scanning the area he saw a few figures standing around. Nothing serious, it seemed. He located the large gate-construction operation, dozens of demons either guarding or working on the gate. He homed in on it, cascadeing downwards through the sky... ... and skidded to a halt across the land near the gate. Several demons approached him, but quickly realized him for who he was. He was lead to the gate, where one highly intellectual demon approached him and explained the whole process, includeing the estimated time of completion. [b]Unas[/b]: Wonderful. Well Arano had some very important 'angel' business to take care of. [b]Demon[/b]: Ah! I understand! A duel? [b]Unas[/b]: Perhaps of Egos. [b]Demon[/b]: ...? [b]Unas[/b]: Nothing. I'll be your guard in his place, however- intill he returns. His face turned into a "-.-" face quickly. [b]Unas[/b]: .. If he returns. [b]Demon[/b]: Right, well. We have plenty of guards about, and with you here i'm sure everything will run smoothely as long as the remaining Angels dont pick up on whats going on here. [b]Unas[/b]: Even if they do, only Seraphim are a match for higher demons like me. [b]Demon[/b]: Yes, but the Seraphim always get involved with gates- alot of Seraphim. [b]Unas[/b]: Then you better get to work. Unas snorted and walked away, sitting on a rock- eyes scanning the sky more than the ground..[/color]

[color=crimson]Well just contact those good friends over AIM, or PM them. Its not that difficult, lol. I need to find myself some female to marry eventually, haha.[/color]

[color=crimson]Thats sort of crappy, lol. But you did really good in feathering the white off the image and placeing it on the bg, just I hate that background. -.-; 6/10[/color]

[color=crimson]But sometimes the people are in an actual romantic relationship- othertimes its just to cement a friendship. Piro and Asuka SHOULD be a romantic couple. >_>[/color]