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[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Kenratu Asagord [b]Race[/b]: Shade [b]Age[/b]: Unknown, placed at 6,000 or more. [b]Weapon[/b]: Aside from his claws, a single sword that is held firmly in a brown sheath on his back. The blade's length is held at 6 inches, the grip being in the fashion of an oriental Katana. It is half an inch in width, makeing it seemingly heavy to any humans. He calls it "The Reaper". [b]Supernatural Power[/b]: Status of his power is currently unknown, most likely is extremely violent in nature, as would be expected of the Leader of the Ikrantu. [b]Bio[/b]: He has seemed to be the leader of the Ikrantu for all time, his only heir to the right to lead being his only daughter. His past is clouded, sometimes somewhat purposely, but in the recent years he has succesfully lead his people under the cover of darkness twards the very pyramid that held the rune he needed. Humans are animals to him, mere herds of cattle to feed off of, as it has been for years. The thirst within him for blood caused him to seek one the one thing that could help him- The Rune of Cryaslis. The Rune held the true power of his bloodline, the power of the Ikrantu's forefathers. It led him into a jungle, to a pyramid where the slaughter was good, and the Rune was acquired. He could feel the Rune's energy granting him knowledge, power, and the people around him felt the boosted effects of the rune too. Now.. his Harvest of Humanity begins. [b]Description[/b]: Physical- Tall, 6'5 and extremely muscular. His midnight black skin holds dozens of scars, each one of them holding a story that he can tell by heart. His claws extend to a length of 5 inches, but he prefers using the sword that his father owned, his skill with it unsurpassed. He generally wears no shirt, with baggy, camoflauge pants being the only other item of clothing besides his sheath. [b]Personality[/b]- He is nice, careing, thoughtful and deep to his own people, respecting each one individually. He can be a bit sarcastic to them at times, even a bit harsh, but its only for the goodwill of his people. He hates humans with a passion, a burning fury that never stops. They are nothing but a source of food to him, cattle that somehow were granted greater rights than the rancher, and that needs to be corrected.[/color]

[color=crimson][img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=368532[/img] I love OB. --- Just kinda set your own path, which includes boundries for yourself. If you have a good sense of self, and a good knowledge of when the line should not be crossed, and when it might be alright to see whats on the other side of the line, then I say you should keep yourself out in the world to get a taste of the different things it has to offer. If you ever need my help, bro, you know i'm just a bike ride away. So, to sum it up- Keep yourself safe, but dont be afraid to go and try new things. You might be a bit young, but you wont stay that way for long.[/color]

[color=crimson]Haha Sara. You are the second wittiest person on the board.. Second to me, of course. lol. --- I'd hire a small corps of Mercenaries, use it to take over a small European country, devolp the country into a major world power, via the money, and take over the known world. Or, i'd just chill with it, buying what I wish when I wish.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]God[/b]- I beleive God is not a set entity with a personality. The definition of God has drifted to that, but if you think about it, God could be set in any of the theories- The Big bang, the very snap that started the massive expansive explosion outwards could be called God. Evolution, the first organisms to begin to devolp into something greater and beyond could be called God. I think we defined what God is too fast, and it set in our minds that it couldnt be anything BEYOND a single entity, or multiple entitys. I think that maybe the word "God" can truely represent anything, if you are openminded about it. So I do believe in a God, in some form, some fashion, some place. [b]Evolution[/b]- I honestly dont believe in this theory. In some ways, its more farfetched than the Creation theory. Luck isnt that good- Life isnt that [i]presistant[/i] that by complete chance, organisms evolve. It might exist in a form- As in adapting, species editing themselves to their surrondings [IE, Humans in higher elevations have larger lungs in general.]. But the statement that all of us originated from some primal form seems folly to me. So I suppose I believe in a form of it, but not in the theory that we all came from some small organism. *nods* [b]Creation[/b]- Hmm. I grew up learning this, and sometimes it seems so farfetched, yet so down to Earth. I guess I beleive in this the most, hm. So I have some sort of hybrid form of each, I suppose. Then again, none of us can be totally sure- So who knows? Maybe God is a massive, old oak tree in Washington state on a hill, just watching a city and waiting for the right time.[/color]

[color=crimson][i]September 3rd, 2031 Dear Laura, As I write this, dearest, I can hear the demonic foes bearing down on this position. Our defense held for 1 long, ardious week, and we have finally reached the point that we can no longer fight the supernatural beings. This letter.. keep this letter, for the world will want to know what happened here, today, at this moment. I'll start at the beginning... It was two weeks ago, Dr. Strongrotzer came upon an ancient rune, one of which had never been seen before- To describe it would take effort, alot of it, for its beauty was something to behold, something so magnificent we held a large celebration that night for the discovery- Wine, bread, meat, music and the like. We all thought we had stumbled upon something that would bring us great fortune, glory and power, but our wisdom failed as our greed clouded our eyes. Immediately that night it started, an odd eeirie silence that captivated your mind and ravenged it raw, how I dont know, why I dont know, but we were all suddenly ebbing into an insainity from this silence. I remember somehow falling asleep to the sound of someone screaming, a dreary drowsiness washing over me within 45 seconds or so. That morning, half the camp was slaughtered into small chunks, as if meat at a butchers, the blood drenching their tents, belongings, and anything within immediate reach. A new type of silence dominated the camp, one of stunned silence, as we pondered and debated as to what had happened. But it wasnt long, perhaps an hour after we awoke, before we saw them- Black, misty figures with vampiric batwings, a crimson tattoo embedded in their forehead. They played with us, tempted us, even rapeing one of the female scientists infront of us, before finally ripping her head clear off, her face locked in a momeny of agony for all time. We bolted, all of us, grabbing pistols and rifles, several of the remaining hired-hands turning in a stupidly brave show, letting off shotgun rounds as fast as they could. I didnt turn to look, but I did hear the gurgleing screams they let out as the blood flooded their lungs, their bones letting out a haunting crack as they controted in ways which nature never intended. 8 of us remained of the original 40 that came out here into the jungles of Mexico, and we holed ourselfves up inside of the very pyramid we had been sent to excavate. Every night there were poundings at the stone doors, mixed with the sounds of the creature's bloodcurtling screams and that of our own gasps of fear. It kept that way for the last week, before finally- as I speak, I can hear the stone being broken into chunks, the long claws of the creatures digging as hard as they can. I can hear them speaking in a strange language, one that sounds almost Latin in nature, and it sends chills to my bones thinking of what plans they have. All of us here did not die in vain, nor do we die as martyrs, rather we dedicate this letter to science, as all 8 of us have unanimously agreed to do. We must describe them, tell you about them as much as we can. The creatures are around a man's average height, 5'8-6'3, the females being a few inches shorter, but each gender having a reletively muscular, fit, healthy look to them. Their skin is all black, except for a tattoo on their forhead that is some strange symbol, it's color being crimson. Each of them seem to have normal features for a human, gender seeming to be the same as in our race. My friend noted that each of them seemed to have different shades of hair, some purple, some violet, some red, some a normal-hazel- It seems it doesnt matter at all, and we judge its the same with it's length- Several females having short, masucline haricuts while a few males having longer, more messy hair- I deduct that its up to the individual creature. The only thing that would descern them from being human at a distance is the massive batwings that are on their back, their wingspans being at 7-8 feet from each end- Tho, I dont think any of us have seen them fly.. but dont rule it out. Clothes wise, they seemed to be wearing each an outfit individual to its own- I saw several females with short, seductive outfits and yet others that had on more modest, travel-wear, yet the males seem to keep a more general tone with pants that are made of a denim-like material, most wearing no shirt or anything else- But two people say that they saw one off to the side with a sheath on his back, no doubt holding a secondary weapon. That brings us to their massive, nail like claws that retract at will- The maximum length seems to be at around 6 inches, but sharp as a diamond saw. Some prefered using swords, bows, or even their teeth..... Slaves.. They dont act, or look as slaves- More as members of a society, each with his own independant veiws, thoughts, preferances and actions. Some seemed to be quipping taunting remarks at us in that Latin-esque language, while others just silently slaughtered and chased- Even a few looking moderately amused. But what caught my eye the most was some sort of... energy.. yes, energy that caused sparkles- Brilliant, flickering sparkles, like the stars at night as they twinkle, to surrond one of them- Then, I swear it, a large wall of flames took out a section of the camp, two people running out as their flesh began to melt and blacken. I'm a fan of fantasy.. so yes, Laura, I think it was magic, or something very close to it. No matter. Their powers are enough without it- They are moderately faster, stronger, and were more strategetic about their destruction.. it wasnt a random, barbaric slaughter, upon further reveiw of my memories, it seemed cordinated, the clear shout of someones voice seeming to be giveing orders out. Upon all this, they still have the ability to be hurt- albeit, it takes much more **** to be thrown at them for a bloodied wound to appear. With this knowledge, each of us is takeing different positions in this ancient pyramid, I being in the very center with 2 people, shotguns aimed at the doo-.. *sentance ends suddenly* Gunshots. Damnit, how am I going to send this. Godspeed, I love you, and remember me- Because this is the last ****ing way I thought I would ever go. With love, Richard Ham *signature stops just short, with at trail of ink leading down the page, where, in messy handwriting the letter continues.* We are the Ikrantu, or The Shades. For too long have we been in the background herding you like helpless, bloodied flocks of sheep. We now step out to begin the butchery of Mankind, and to take back the land that God unjustly gave to you unworthy roaches. This is an open declaration of war on the whole of mankind, perpare for the invasion- The Harvest starts on the south coast of the United States. Perpare for the slaughter, pigs, for our stomachs are growling with hunger that only your bleeding, lacerated flesh can fill. *blood stains dot the rest of the paper*[/i] -- Notes: Humanity can use the powers of magic to aid them, as the power seems to have become unlocked with the sudden arrival of users of the true Primal Magick- The innate within us probably has been laying dormant. Intially, your powers in magic may not be all powerful- But several explosive awakenings have already occured throughout the world, therefore your character can not be Merlin. Name: Race: [Shade, Human] Age: [Note: Shades are alot like Elves in the respect of age, IE they are generally ageless in appearance.] Weapon: [Optional, I guess =)] Supernatural Power: [Optional. Magic, pyshic, otherwise.] [There is a line on this that should not be crossed- No Godlike characters.] Bio: [Optional, I prefer you fill it out though.] Description: [Optional, I prefer you fill it out though.] [Personality and Physical] [Remember, Black skin for the Shades is the only thing i'm forcing on you.][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]I've only seen one video and heard one song from Alien Crap Farm and it was a cover of MJ's song. Ofcourse, then again, I don't listen to much of this crappy music much of you speak of. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Then perhaps, for the good of the commonwealth of Americans who dislike J-Music as much as you dislike most American bands, you can kindly leave this thread to those that appriciate it, instead of plagueing it. =) ---- I like "Movies" better than "Smooth Criminal", honestly. That song eventually was so overplayed it made me want to rip the speakers out and throw them onto the road side, ugh. After that, I drifted more and more into heavy metal, so I might not like many of their songs now. Overall, I guess they are an above-mediocre band.[/color]

[color=crimson]I adore history. Personally, I enjoy the history of Government types, Socialism, Anarchy, Monarchy, Republics, and how we got stuck with a corrupt Democracy at the new mellineum. Strange. o_o I'm currently delveing more into the Crusades, and i'm oddly amused at how the Western Christians, out of greed, which is condemened by the bible, went to Constantiople and utterly devested the Byzantine empire, just becuase they were wealthy- But Byzantine were all Christians as well. History is amazing, and I adore it. ^_^[/color]

[color=crimson]It sounds like a song. I'd call it sadistically kawaii ^_~ 7.8/10[/color]

[color=crimson]Ah hell. Create your own Fascist army and take over Canada or something, that'd be alot more fun. Hm, well I dont know much about the system of joining the army, and neither do I really want to know =) But Good luck in your ventures, wherever you end up.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sara [/i] [B][size=1]How do you define image, exactly, then?[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Sara: Asking the hard questions [b]we[/b] want to know. --- I like that, it gives off the effect you are falling into it for some reason. I will name this my precious, yes. We hateseseses that Gohan, we dos. Ahem. 8/10.[/color]

[color=crimson]It looks like the green in the middle is a large green continent, the two puffs of yellow being rising mushroom clouds from a tilted angle. Then again, we're skitzofrenic, so dont listen to what we say.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]What thoughts or words come to mind when someone says, "Church"[/b] Molotov Cocktail. [b]Give two reasons why you don't go to church[/b] A. There is no set house of God in existance anymore, so I dont want to waste my time going to a place that God most likely is not currently takeing a primetime interveiw in. B. I have a general antireligious attitude that is hard to control in a church =) [b]What qualities do you think a church needs to be a "good" church?[/b] It wouldnt be merely the church, you'd have to change the qualities of the religion to make it good.[/color]

[color=crimson]He whistled to himself, his long stride crushing various small shrubs as he walked. Pushing some large branches out of his path, he stopped for a second to wipe a few beads of sweat that were encrouching on his eye, exhaleing a long sigh. [b]Ken[/b]: What a night. Walking over to a fallen tree, he sat down slowly and glanced silently up at the sky. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped object- His fingers carefully unwrapping it, a small, sweet smelling piece of bread laying within. He chomped on it nonchalantly, unaware of the Elf that was watching him curiously from the woods nearby. [b]Ken[/b]: I wonder if I gave her a scare. Prolly left her spellbound as to why I didnt attack.. Well, all I wanted was a drink of water, not a fight- Basic logic I suppose. He chatted to nothing in particular in between bites, crumbs falling onto the floor below. The crumbs attracted the attention of a small field mouse who caustiously approached Ken, it's little paws grabbing at the crumbs on the ground and nibbleing at them one by one. Feeling a bit sorry for the mouse, he broke off a piece of the bread and placed it infront of the mouse, before going back to stareing into random amounts of space.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: I hate treebranches.. The massive figure of the man towered upwards, almost as tall as some of the younger trees, his arm brushing various branches out of his path. He was headed in a random direction, honestly- The sudden urge for a nighttime walk wakeing him from his deep sleep. As he ducked underneath a thick branch, he came to an odd clearing, and he stopped to stare upwards at a crisp, pale white, full moon. The stars were sparkleing around the massive, bright moon, setting the perfect romantic mood.. [b]Ken[/b]: If only I had a significant other. He grinned jokingly to himself, before something caught his attention- a sound. It was still a bit distant, but he could tell that it was the sound of bubbleing water.. Some sort of spring. He had been walking for nearly an hour, and had planned to turn back- But was admittedly a bit parched. [b]Ken[/b]: A quick drink and I better head back to that Village.. He listened for a few seconds, before judgeing that the sound was coming from the north- deeper twards enemy territory. Shrugging it off in his mind, he began to lumber his way through the woods again, the tree branches smacking him once and awhile, a low murmering of a curse usually following. Finally, after 10 minutes of walking, he came out at a spring, and he stopped silently in his tracks. An elf was stirring the water slowly with her finger, lost in her thoughts- at least he judged that from the look on her face. He walked foreward to the stream, and leaned down to get a drink, startling the Elf. He cupped his hand, bringing water up to his mouth silently, doing this a few times. He stood up, towering to his full height and glanced at the Elf, before emotionlessly heading back into the forest, the massive axe that rested on his back glimmering in the moonlight as he walked away.[/color]

[color=crimson]I say go to the school. You can always forge new friendships, and old ones will eventually die out. You only get a few chances at really makeing a dream into a reality.[/color]

[color=crimson]It started with the number 9 and went straight downhill from there.[/color]

[color=crimson]I actually dont think I can. I prop a chair against my door, as there is no lock, so i'd just slam into the chair or the door, unless I moved it- Which would create a nice lot of noise, since I dont think your dexterity would be at its best while asleep. I've been known to talk and roll around in my sleep, I even kicked in my sleep. I also fall out of the bed several times a week in the middle of the night, hm. But Sleepwalking i've never done.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mei [/i] [B] All porcupines float [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Hmm.. I now have something to do this weekend.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Ken Xantoh Rota [b]Race[/b]: Human [b]Age[/b]: 36 [b]Description[/b]: He is a towering man, 7'3 at least, who has a very muscular build that matches it. He has a scarred body from serving in the long, drawn out war for the past 20 years. His hair is a messy sort of black, that hangs lazily down to just above his shoulders, drapeing over his eyes and a good portion of his face. Past the hair are his hazel eyes, which have a tribal flare to them, a touch of his primal roots blazeing as large as a bonfire. His usual attire is that of merely baggy, pants that are made of a , in IRL stands, denim-like material, the darkest black being its color. He wears no shirt, prefering to show off his many tribal tattoos that grace his chest and right arm. He carries around a massive [url=http://ew2.lysator.liu.se/loth/m/e/meyer/axe2.jpg]battleaxe[/url], it, generally, resting on his shoulder. Besides that, he has a small shield for his own defensive purposes. [b]Bio[/b]: He hails from a distant land, where a large tribe of people untouched by the long war between the Elves and Humans slowly prospers, as best as a primal tribe can. Finally, one day, a search party of the Elves spotted the bustling community, unbeknownest to them. Within half a week, the town was in flames, all casulaties except for a small, messy haired boy, who was left for dead in the wake, a lethal swordwound punctureing his abdomen. After that, all he remembers is a slow blackness, and the wandering echos of a young womans voice, worriedly asking if he was alright. Over the course of the next few weeks, he lay in a coma, the odd tattoos on his body pulsating as soon as nightfall came, day in, day out. Finally, after laying in a coma for a month, he came to in the midst of a Human town. From then on out, he swore revenge on the Elves, to slay everyone of them, to make them feel the pain he felt, to avenge his people as the last of the Tribe. Returning to the debries as soon as he was 14, he scrummeged through the rubble, finding a large battleaxe and a shield, amongst other things. He could barely lift both, at that age, but he was determined to become an Axewarrior like his father had been. Over the years, he trained in strength and speed, as his size grew to an abnormal level- for a human, not for a tribesmen. Finally finishing his basic training at 16, he went into service, and a grueling 20 years later he landed himself as a Supervisor for a small unit of fighters, declineing any other offers that might keep him off the battlefield. His mastery of the Axe and defensive wonders with a shield keep him alive and well known in both warring sides, the echoing grunts he emits as he continue his training even years later reverberating in your mind. With a small wealth under his belt, and expierence on the battlefield, he can only hope that this war will end eventually- Even if it hasnt for as long as either race can remember. How long will the need for bloodhed and revenge last for him? [/color]

[color=crimson]Its primal, really. Each gender wants someone of the corrosponding gender to have a good set of genes to pass on to their children, so that they will be able to survive easier in the world- Thats the whole basis of attractiveness, the need to continue and improve upon the last generation. Like right here in these posts. Some of the guys are describeing women who sound like utter Goddesses, thats your subconsious- It wants your child to be attractive, so it too can easily mate, and continue on the human race. Primal, indeed. Big breasts? Breast feeding. Atheletic? Strong, Healthy, Active. Good Abs on a Guy? Same as Atheletic =) Nice hips on a girl? Childbirth. Smart? Chances are, that will bless your kid too. So, it might be 'stereotypical', but its what your mind is looking for- Improvement in the next generation.[/color]

[color=crimson]Well, lets start off with the less deep stuff, IE pyshical body. Starting from the head, going down. Hair wise, I really like long hair. Its like icing on a cake- it makes it just that much more beautiful. I should define 'long', from a little [half inch] above the shoulders on down as far as you want. I think that makes them look beautiful, in a womanly way. Color, I dont like blondes as much, but I just seem to fall for every redhead that exists o_o;; Dark hair I also seem to enjoy alot ^_^ Highlights/dyed hair is attractive in my book also. ^_^ A nice smile, nice lips. I enjoy a mexican look to a girl's face, for some reason. o_o That or asian. ^^ Eyes, I seem to like green for some reason. I dont dislike any color, but green just captivates me. Body wise, breast size shouldnt be overly large- C is the limit, generally. I have made exceptions before ^_~;; I like thin, but not overly THINTHIN. There has to be something for me to hug, eh. Body piercings are alright, drugs are alright. I'm open minded with stuff like that. And, "I like big butts". o.o;;' Lets see, skintone- a nice, mexicanish tan is really super duper attractive. I'm putty in your hands, if you have that. Xx;; Nice, smooth legs will also make me melt, if the girl wants to flaunt them. Personality wise, I'd like a smart girl. Someone who could keep up with my silly nature, but still be able to be serious with me if the need arises- Ya know, maturely immature ^_- Common interests are a good plus. I want to be able to casually chat with her about the things I do on a regular basis- Game, read, listen to Heavy Metal, with freedom, knowing full well that she understands what i'm talking about, and might have a point on the subject. ^_^ "Weird girls are the best". She has to be a bit dark and morbid too, just to match my bits of depression. o_o; Thats about all I can think of..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Honestly? I actually have no idea. [b]Tori[/b]: You're KIDDING.. [b]Ken[/b]: But, I have a feeling that he's trying to come here, going as fast as he can... I'm glad you are alright. --- [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: ....zzzz......... A bird flew down on Mini-Ken's head and pecked at it at random, Mini-Ken's eyes jolting open almost instantly. He jumped up and began to run around, flailing his arms wildly. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: RABID CROW, RABID CROW! AHHH GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: Kenneth 'Messiah' Eithil [b]Age[/b]: 116 [b]Race[/b]: Elven [b]Weapon[/b]: [img]http://www.medievalweaponart.com/images/p/Fantasy_Swords_Luciendar__Sword_of_Lig_KR4_698.jpg[/img]- When eqipped, along the blade's length an electric charge runs, electricity crackling from the [i]Riccaso[/i] part of the blade to the very tip. [b]Bio[/b]: Born the older twin to Laitina [Juuthena's char] by a few hours, the two were connected telepathically at birth.. But, Kenneth grew up quickly, quickly learning to enjoy playing with small daggers, his father, whom he barely remembers, instilling in him the love of sword fighting. When he and his twin-sister were 8, the first occorences of the shades struck, their parents screaming for help. By the time the townsfolk had arrived, their parents were dead, and both of them were shaken beyond belief, Kenneth's emotional scars starting there, their end no where in near sight. They were seperated, the brother from the sister. He was sent into the deep forests, to a dark tower where he began his training. The years passed, and his affluent talent with a sword grew, his Elvish blood aiding his speed and power. He trained under a Warlock, learning a few magical tricks along the way, his master soon becoming a father-figure in his eyes, intill, sadly, just like his real father, the Warlock was struck down by some unknown force, Kenneth takeing the magical sword of his in rememberance. He was only 39. at the time, and was lost. No where to go, no past to return to, the possible immortal future stretching before him. With his sword in hand, he needed money first. With an ambition for survival, he set out on the easiest path he knew of for cash- A Mercenary. Since then, for what is near 100 years, he has been in a few pages in history. As a top hand for hire, he has been bodyguards for several people in important events in history, but only his mercenary nickname- 'Messiah', was used. His true name is only known by a few people.. And by then he was a cold person, the name sadistically befitting whomever dared to get in the path of his employers. His fierce, fast strikes with the large sword vengefully strikeing all in the path. It was the only way he could release the pent up anger within him. He was a rich man finally. He built a secluded, gated mansion within the very forest he was trained in, many servents coming to his aid, rich employers still coming and going, adding to his wealth. He knew that now his future was set, and that adventure was all around him, however he didnt realize the next day he would be getting a certain visitor, one that history has recorded as an eerie messenger- The stereotype would hold true. The raven landed at his step, and rapped on his window several times. He read the letter and knew that those shades, the one he was told to run from over 100 years ago as a child, were the ones that started this massive struggle for a life. He grabbed his cloak and clothes, sheathing his sword firmly on his back, and was immediately off, running through the forest with the speed of the ancient Elven warriors. Now, this Darker Mercenary has been summoned to help on the quest to destroy the fountain, the already rich past of this young Elf is destined to grow, as haunting dreams plague his recent sleep. Only time will tell if he will ever meet the young girl he is seeing in his dreams, a sister from so long ago, someone that he feels he will somehow be meeting again. Its haunting almost, the happy images of them playing together, just before.. Those memories jagging in his mind for as long as he could remember, causeing his animosity to grow twards the world more and more, as each passing year he worried about where she had ended up.. His eyes glow suddenly, as he whisks through the forest, his mansion slowly mixing in with the trees in the distance, the gates closing intill it's master returns.. [b]Description[/b]: He is tall, 6'5, and fair of skin. His eyes are a piercing crimson color that glow oddly, his energies flowing through his blood. He is muscular and thin, but often hides himself underneath a black cloak that covers a baggy pair of pants and long-sleeved shirt, casual wear being his forte. He wears brown travelling boots most of the time. A strange pendant drapes from his neck, an heirloom from his father. He has black hair that drapes over his face, ending right above his shoulders, each strand trying to cover the large scar that is etched in his right cheek, and his eyes.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: I forgot my way around this place.. Jeez. It feels like its gotten LARGER.. The sound of his footsteps echoed down the halls, as he walked twards where, at least he belived, the Throne Room would be. He guessed that there would be the best place to find her.. If he ever got there. Seeing a wooden door, he grabbed the handle and opened it, a slow creak eeriely imminating outwards as he did so. [b]Ken[/b]: Hello? Is any- [b]Sound of Plushie Woman[/b]: EEEEEEEEEEEK! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT [b]Ken[/b]: ... er. SORRY! [b]Plushie Woman[/b]: PERVERT! Ken slammed the door quickly, a large droplet of sweat slowly going his face. He returned back to heading down the corridor, at a slightly faster pace, his sword silently following him still, letting off a glare as he passed by the windows, sunshine filtering in even with the darkness that seemed to loom. He finally came out at a large hallway, and instantly knew the way to the throne room. Several plushies talked amongst themselves as he approached a large set of the most amazing looking doors that you could ever see. The plushies each looked to each other, and then looked to him as he approached, one of them stepping foreward in his path as he arrived. [b]Plushie[/b]: You are Ken? [b]Ken[/b]: Could be..[/color]

[color=crimson]-Mini-Ken's side. [i]Somewhere in a placid valley, a cabin rests. Smoke bellows out slowly, and everything appears to be fine. But, upon closer inspection, it is clear that the windows are boarded up, some of the boards broken, glass shattered onto the floor underneath them..[/i] A fish punched out of the broken window, pounding on the boards a few times intill it finally let loose with a resounding strike. A few curse words echoed across the valley, as Mini-Ken shook his fist a few times. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Those stupid idiots had the idiocy to attack my cabin. He turned slowly, the tinkleing of the glass under his feet causeing him to sigh deeply. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Just LOOK at this place. That patrol squad must have been here for 4 days at least.. at least they finally left. Damn it, what the hell is going on? This is FAR from enemy territory. Grr, I need to get to the Castle.. Glanceing outside to be sure it was safe, Mini-Ken tossed out a few things, including a small pouch of personal belongings and a few odd items, including a small pendent with a picture of the Queen in it. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: Hmmm. Should I take the red lava lamp? Or the Green? Choices.. The purple would look nice in my castle bedroom. Ah, ****. Mini-Ken tossed all three outside, each landing with a soft thump ontop of a sleeping bag. He carefully glanced about the somewhat ruined house, humming a song to himself, before finally hopping out the window himself. Grabbing everything, he hoisted it onto his back, letting out a soft groan as he did. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: I guess I best get on my wa-.. huh? Mini-Ken sniffed the air a few times, wrinkleing his nose as he did. Something was odd about the smell.. it wasnt the normal, fragrent smells of the flowers that were plentiful in the land. It was the smell of.. Evil. [b]Mini-Ken[/b]: That is definately wrong. Bad vibes, Bad vibes... He darted off quickly, a worried expression on his face, his things rattling behind him. His hair blew back in the wind from his speed, as he silently glanced for landmarks to aid him on his journey home. --- -Ken's Side. [b]Plushie 5[/b]: NOnonono.. Flash hasnt made THAT many prank phone calls! [b]Plushie 1[/b]: Yes he has!!!! Ken sat, face in his arms on a table, a bored look on his face as he stared at the wall. For what had seemed like hours, each plushie had been telling its seperate rendition of what had happened, and each rendition was filled with argueing. Another plushie walked in, a few others behind it. Ken straightened up, expecting finally something new besides the monotony that had been ensueing. [b]Plushie 42[/b]: NO! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED! *slam* Ken's forehead landed on the table, as he let out a deep sigh. He was confused, each story was vastly different from the other. Stories ranging from giant demon bunnies, to small cookie monsters, to a new nation delcareing war, everything seemed to be a mess. [b]Ken[/b]: Alright. I'm going to go.. I'm going. I dont know. I'm getting the hell away from all of you though. [b]Plushie 21[/b]: I'M TELLING YOU! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED! [b]Plushie 44[/b]: Dont interupt me! [b]Both[/b]: Grrrrr... [b]Plushie 3[/b]: Whatever. All of you are wrong. [b]Plushie 4[/b]: Shut up, Joesph! You are the most wrong of them all? [b]Plushie 3[/b]: Why you. Ken silently walked out of the room, as their voices raised to the point that even as he walked away, they just seemed to be getting louder. His sword quietly rose from its resting place on the table, floating ominiously out of the room as well, following Ken.[/color]