DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Silently, Vormir descended through the hallway of his mansion, walking calmly to a closet door and typing into a keypad that didnt seem to be there. A few idle clicks eminated from the wall, and a beep of conformation. Vormir opened the closet door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him. He stood in the dark for a few seconds, amongst the different clothes, and waited. Another small conformation beep, and he turned around, opening the same door he had used to come back in. Swinging it open, he was in a somewhat 'massive' labratory, various machines whirring as he stepped inside. [b]Vormir[/b]: ... Its messy in here. He picked up various papers that were sitting on a main desk in the center of the complex, glanceing over them idlely, nodding at intervals to his notes. A flip of the page, and he was back to nodding, a few grunted mental notes later, he was standing back inside the closet, his eyes closed with the strain of fatigue, as the elevator ascended back up twards the surface. He opened the door quietly, and walked twards his bathroom, a lazy step in his pace. * [b]splash, splash[/b] * Vormir stared up into the mirror, grabbing a nearby towel. He rubbed his face dry, and silently looked down as his small indoor Shih-Tzu came pranceing in, wagging its tail. Vormir glowered down at the dog, and grinned slightly, reaching down and petting it a few times. The dog seems satisfyed with that, and pranced off to play with some of it's toys. Vormir idlely walked into his bedroom, and stripped all his clothes off, walking quietly back into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, and closed his eyes as a hot stream of water hit his weary body, cleanseing his soul as well as his body as it did. Steam began to rise up in the small shower, and Vormir leaned against the wall, various thoughts drifting through his mind.[/color]

[color=crimson]I'm headed no where. Wonderful trip, isnt it?[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch [/i] [B][color=red]To me, death should [i]never[/i] be a funny thing. Never... color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I find death constantly funny IRL. --- I really want to see this movie. I need to see this movie. I must sneak in... I must... Eat the people at the ticket selling booth. I must eat them raw. Or wait for it on PPV.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Vormir[/b]: Two more doctors to go... and this program enters its more advanced stage of testing. No need for dead weight. His gun went off for the third time, blood splattering on the wall behind the third doctor, coating it in a heavy layer, dribbleing slowly with a mix of flesh and skull. Silently, he departed and rushed down the hall, his trenchcoat flairing around him with his sudden burst of speed. The broken television still played the sound- A low, breathy laugh. The sound of the fourth door opening, the gunshot. The TV's power shorted out, and the broadcast ended as Vormir loaded his gun and briskly walked to a small console in the hallway, the Hangar above him significantly quieter than usual. ---- ::Command System Override Terminal ::Command: DoorLock_A through DoorLock_A32 to Open ::Command Status: Ok. ::Command: DoorLock_B through DoorLock_B65 to Open ::Command Status: Pending... Ok. ::Command: DoorLock_C through DoorLock_C32 to Open ::Command Status: Ok. --- He logged off the console and rushed up the stairs, knowing that the head of secruity would realize what had happened shortly. All the specimen's doors were now unlocked, without any knowledge being told to the guards. Each could now easily escape, and Vormir smiled as he opened the door to the hangar and ran to a military-class helicopter, starting the engine. The helicopter exited the hangar and disappeared from veiw, advanced cloaking technology proving overly useful. [b]Vormir[/b]: Now.. to watch the original three escapees... And the rest of them. His goggles flashed online, showing the red blip still in the hotel. The speed of the chopper increased as the engines began to roar a bit louder. Vormir reached down and flipped a switch, engageing "Silent Mode", the sound from the engine dieing down to nearly nothing. Several other red blips, concentrated all back to where the lab was, appeared on his goggles as he pushed a small button on the side.. He felt almost guilty for what he had done to the lesser minds that had helped him in his project with genetics- Almost. But it was needed to succesfully close the chapter on the old phase of Beta testing on the individual specimens, and now was the time for all of them to escape and find out if they could each war with the reality of the outside world with their special DNA remapping. [b]Vormir[/b]: That reminds me.. Vormir glanced back quickly, and nodded satisfied- A large lab was set up in the back half of the chopper, the same kind of lap that could remap genes if need be. He could still find new subjects if he wanted.. He could even become his own greatest creation. The possibilities were endless... [b]Vormir[/b]: For now.......... I watch my little Rena........... and the mean old Medra.... and the lustfully wonderous Shalistrae....... And see how they do... He approached a building near the hotel, an abandoned skyscraper, and placed the cloaked chopper down ontop of it- his googles zooming in on their room's window. Heavy Curtains. He should have known. Silently, he walked out of the chopper, and walked to the edge of the helipad, a brisk wind sending his trenchcoat amuck. Silently, he brushed his hair back and took his googles off, placeing his sunglasses on in their place. His cellphone rang, and he grabbed for it, looking on the LCD screen to see who it was. [b]Vormir[/b]: Hello? Ah. Yes. Gorskov. All went well with my plan, and it seems that everything went well with your end too. The chopper delivery was succesful, and I was highly satisfied with it. I do hope you will accept my next business proposal.. I'll send the scematics for it as soon as possible. Oh? Its nothing big this time, just a basic car, with a few modifications for stalking and such nonsense as that. Oh yes, your payement for the chopper.. The chemicals are on their way as we speak, use them 'well'.. Heh heh. Gorskov, you are a miracle worker. I'll talk to you later. He closed the cellphone silently, and placed it in his pocket. He knew that this was his most grand attempt at an experiment yet, and that it was all unfolding perfectly- Now, they could never return to the Hellish cells. The building itself wouldnt be there within 2 weeks, if all the specimens evacuated themselves. As soon as there were none of his creations... No more building. For now, he needed a change of wardrobe.. Something darker, to offset this silly bright outfit he had been wearing in the depths of the compound. He needed to go to his personal labratory that lay within the depths of the City's residential districts, hidden beneath a mansion owned by a "Harry Bernard". [b]Vormir[/b]: I think I, Mr Bernard, Need to check on my large residency... Vormir turned, and walked to the chopper, the low hum of the engines overtakeing any sort of background noise as he headed away from the hotel..[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Vormir[/b]: This is how I weave my art, the art which all painters drown in their own paint. This is how you weave your deceit, round the life within your victim's hearts. Vormir stood, in his office, with a cup of coffee, in pitch black darkness, sipping it calmly, waving his hand as if he were controlling an orchestra. He quietly set the cup down, and got up, his arm reaching down to the heavy file drawer. It slid out with a low squeak, a hauntingly low squeak. He reached inside, and pulled out a large pistol, grasping it with love. He switched his goggles on, several pages of text appearing at once as he logged onto his own network, traceing the boundries of the internet as he searched for his lone red dot.. They were in a hotel. A plush suite, to say the least. He read the details on the room silently, as the hotel's computer blinked offline with his invasion. The night-guard casually punched a random key a few times, and shrugged it off, figureing the monitor blew out or something. Vormir travelled through the boundries of technology and entered the wall television monitors in the room, each one of them emitting a soft click as they came online. Soft static emitted from each, as the scene on each of the televisions changed to a veiw of 4 of the cameras in the facility- each in a seperate doctor's room, showing them sleeping idlely. Quietly, Vormir slinked through the darkness, headed for one of those rooms with his weapon of choice in hand. A few moments later, he arrived in the first room.. and opened the door slowly, glanceing inside, the soft glow of his goggles casting additional light into the room. He raised the pistol, and hesitated for a moment, lowering it again as a smile came across his face. Each television in the hotel suite changed to what Vormir was seeing- A HUD of differing forms of information, all ontop of a green-nightvision scene of the room from his perspective. A small bar appeared on the television screen- "Volume". It turned up to the max in a slow, mechnical way. A loud gunshot ripped through the hotel suite, scareing the sh*t out of everyone inside. Vormir silently walked twards the now-dead doctor, and spoke, his voice booming loudly into the suite.. "[i]... I see you...[/i]"[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Vormir[/b]: I'm tracking two of the first succesful experiments in the new test I'm doing. What are you doing down here- Certainly someone of your grand reputation would have his time better spent somewhere more intellectual, hm? [b]Medra[/b]: "new test"? What is that messed up little mind of yours f*cking about now? [b]Vormir[/b]: Shalistrae. The newest arrival, and her counterpart- Rena. One of my older friends. They are both now out of my grasp, and in the outside world. This will prove to unfold interestingly, hmm? Perhaps you'll go outside and join them?? [b]Medra[/b]: You're letting them go.. for what purpose? [b]Vormir[/b]: Boredom. Idle thoughts came into my mind of how interesting it would be to see how you people could be in the outside.. Maybe i'll start my own version of Armageddon, hmmm? Now if you'll kindly, take your foot off my neck. We both know I have so many devices I could use to get it off forcefully. [b]Medra[/b]: I'm not done with this "interregation". Get comfortable.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Vormir[/b]: Where will you go? His voice echoed throughout the cold hallways, coming from each direction at once, in a meloncholy tone, as if bored with just waiting for any sort of reply to come. Out of the darkness, two green orbs appeared from the wall, as a camera panned slowly to the side, stareing at the two subjects as Shalistrae continued to climb. [b]Vormir[/b]: ... There's nothing out there for you. The green orbs formed slowly into Vormir's face as he stepped out of the darkness, a few hallways from where Shalistrae was. He wore a pair of goggles, wires running down the side of his face down into a pocket in his trench coat, his eyes seeing the same things as the cameras, and so much more. Silently, his finger reached for the alarm button, but he hesistated, several roaring voices in his head argueing amongst themselves once more. [b]Vormir[/b]: ... He reached into his pocket, and took out a small black ball- throwing it down the hall with all his strength. It bounced along the walls at a high speed, moving faster than the eye could ever trace. It flew straight into Shalistrae's back, missing Rena by a mere inch. A small electronic device was released on impact, and embedded itself into her skin, no pain coming from it at all, but a mental sort of anguish from the body's sudden invasion from the machine. A small red dot appeared on Vormir's goggles, traceing Shalistrae's movements throughout the facility, twards whatever sort of freedom she thought she could forge outside the facility. Quietly, Vormir followed.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Doctor[/b]: Sir, do you find it wise to send Ryan out into the field in such a propoganda filled environment? [b]Vormir[/b]: ... [b]Doctor[/b]: The chances could be somewhat elevated that the people there could somehow drift his alliangance. [b]Vormir[/b]: ... Vormir turned the corner, glanceing down at the clipboard in his hand, his trenchcoat flailing around him briefly as he walked past a vent. His cold, void eyes traced the different door numbers, as the doctor's words behind him merged with the background noises of the facility. He approached Shalistrae's cell, the two guards stepping to the side as he peered through a small veiwport in the door. She slept quietly, staring at the ceiling. A small sadistic smile came to his face as he remembered the branding he had done to her just earlier. Silently, he turned and whispered something into the guard's ear, and continued on his way at a hurried pace, the young doctor still trailing behind him, offering his "advice". [b]Doctor[/b]: ... Statistically, down there the people have several different type of propoganda that they could use against Ryan. [b]Vormir[/b]: Listen to me, you f*cked up excuse for a halfwit. Dont take me for a fool- Get back to your work. Vormir punched the doctor square in the face as hard as he could, sending the Doctor to the floor with a loud thud. He kicked the doctor once in the stomach, and heard the satisfying sound of bones breaking. He turned, and descended into the dark hall again.. Surronded by the inner demons that plagued him. He approached the last cell for his hour, AR33 - Naviga. Turning, he was approaching the cell fast, but glanced to see the two guards staring into the cell with an astonished look on their faces. A large, satisfied smile crept over his face, one of a schoolchild recieving a good report card. He turned, checking off AR33 - Naviga on his list, and silently headed to an unknown location. [/color]

[color=crimson]- note, Rai oked this position with me prior. [b]Name[/b]: Dr. Vormir Salif Korkovisky [b]Age[/b]: Appears 28, probably either a few years older or much older. [b]Biography[/b]: [i]Born a genius in what would be Northern Siberia, the Doctor was quickly discovered to be a highly intelligent child, placeing several grades above his own. A lonely, introverted childhood and post-childhood made him a bit of a sadist as well, creating a mysterious adult that remained silent and brooding anytime he was in public, lashing out at random sometimes to people he didnt even know. Silently as always, he created his newest project and gathered several scientists together to form it, to test the boundries of being "human". Alot of test subjects had succeded, a few bloody failures not worth mentioning. His mind flowed with ideas, and finally one weaved in his mind that was so perfect that he had to execute it. The "escape".. to see which specimens were strong enough to break out during lower sedation. Providing one of the best excuses ever, and abuseing his 'rule' as the head doctor, he lowered the dosages, not expecting anything outstanding. But he knew in the back of his mind that something was going to happen.. Something outstanding. Something that might finally end the. "..."[/i] [b]Personality[/b]: Introvert, Sadist, Quiet, Maniacal, Genius, Mysterious. No one can read him exactly, but this is what he proclaims himself as. [b]Appearance[/b]: Tall, 6'5 or so, and on the thin side. He keeps a somewhat muscular frame, while not looking too outstandingly powerful. He wears a silver trenchcoat that traces to the floor, with black combat boots and black sunglasses. His hair is long and has several white streaks in it. A lone scar is across his rough cheek..[/color]

[color=crimson]I say its a cool idea. Someone has to break the records, that someone may as well be you.[/color]

[color=crimson]There's no point to any holiday, really. Its all commercialized to the point where I dont give about any of them, and its hailarious that Christians celebrate any of them too, since a good portion were all Pagan beforehand. Lol. Funny how non-Christian the Christians are.. Ahem. This Valentines i'll just do my normal routines! Games, Chatting. Maybe send out a few just to be nice. ^_^ Depends.[/color]

[color=crimson]The hardest thing I have ever done was, and still is, maintaining self control. I have a horrible temper, but it generally takes alot to get me to the point I lose it- But when I do, I cant really stop from being mean to everyone, sometimes destroying friendships and trust along the way. Its like a blind rage, lol. I just hate everything during those times, and it really is hard to regain control of myself before I start to pyschically hurt those around me IRL. *Points to the hole in his wall*[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B]I wouldn't mind a job at EB but I don't want to end up as "that" much of a geek... Damn those guys are sad. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]They get payed more than you do. ^_~ --- Hm. I might work at Best Buy or EB, that sounds like the type of environment i'd do best in. Then again, I could end up at the Six Flags here in San Antonio. My first job was lawn mowing, and it still is that. Heh. It pays well. ^^[/color]

[color=crimson]I've read too many poems like that. It really is starting to wear on my nerves.. 5/10[/color]

[color=crimson]I think as long as you arent a minor or something, you can go out with whomever you want to- Age doesnt really matter if you truely love the person. But if it was like a 21 year old going out with a 15 year old, I think that would be pushing it a bit. [/color]

[color=crimson]Its part of the way Science works. They are going into a place that humans really are not suited for, and require thousands of dollars of equipment to reside in- Someone is going to eventually die, and everyone knows it. I hate to be outlandishly cold, but people should realize what they are getting into when they ascend miles from the Earth and any hope of support besides themselves and machines, which are less reliable than the astronauts themselves if if something fails. Its reality.[/color]

[color=crimson]Well. This is science, so it should be expected that something like this could happen. Nothing is perfect, after all.[/color]

[color=crimson]I would. Chances are in your favor that you would get the gun that wasnt loaded. If you did get the gun that was loaded, and you died, then. Well. That would be it. Lol. A million dollars would be worth the obvious chance that you would die.[/color]

[color=crimson]The baby. Your chances are higher than the flunking teenager, and the Grandmother who will die soon from old age. Luck be with you, the baby would grow up to be a somewhat intelligent, succesful person. If he doesnt, you can be rest assured it was a better choice than the already failed-teen and the Grandmother.[/color]

[color=crimson][b]Ken[/b]: Sounds like they are back. A releived expression came over Tifa's face as the sound of the Bi Planes engines zoomed past, Cid coming in for a landing a short distance from the town at his house. Ken looked up at Tifa, and swallowed another shot down, the alcohol easing his recently-frayed nerves. [b]Ken[/b]: I'm going to go check to see if anything happened. Keep the bottle here. Tifa chuckled a bit as Ken departed from the bar, turning twards Cid's house and jogging there. He approached Cid's house, the massive aircraft hangar next to his house instantly takeing the spotlight. Several different types of planes, rangeing in size and stature greatly, were placed in there. The Biplane's engines were still on as Ken approached the hangar..[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by GinnyLyn [/i] [B][color=royal blue]*giggle* Everyone who wants to be God, raise your hand! *a forest of hands rises up instantly* oO; Well, what fun is [i]that?[/i] Ken: I could be the GOD of Gods. Everyone else: Me too! *Ginny dies of laughter*[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I changed my mind. I'd come back to life as a Godslayer and kill everyone who wants to be a God besides myself. ^_-[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken stepped into the bar, takeing a wiff of the air inside, an aroma of various foods being served to coustomers filling his nositrils. He calmly walked to the bar, nodding a hello to Tifa. [b]Tifa[/b]: I'm guessing the usual, Ken? [b]Ken[/b]: Yeee-ap.. Tifa smiled a bit and poured him a shot of whiskey, setting it on the bar and leaving the bottle- knowing Ken's alochol-drinking habits. He glanced around silently, noting the lack of Cloud's and Blaze's presence. He glanced back to Tifa, who was humming to herself as she cleaned a glass, he hair shining from the lights. [b]Ken[/b]: Cloud and Blaze arent here.. Tifa's mood seemed to suddenly change, Ken's eyebrow shifting easily at her reaction. He had become good friends with her over the past year, and he knew that she had special feelings for Cloud. Silently, he poured another shot into the glass and swallowed it. [b]Tifa[/b]: I saw Cid giving Cloud a lift off twards New Midgar. [b]Ken[/b]: Damn fool. I'm guessing Blaze is probably there, and they have no idea what they are getting into. [/color]

[color=crimson]Haha. I'd be God, duh. Then I could do whatever I wanted to.[/color]

[color=crimson]Sitting idlely in his shop, Ken flipped through a book he had picked up recently from a travelling odds-n-ends merchant- It was a lucky find, to say the least. It held many secrets about materia and its used, being written by one of the Shinra scientists before the climatic end to the corperation a year ago. He stopped on a few pages, quietly reading them. His concentration was broken by a few shouts coming from somewhere outside, causeing him to quickly grab his weapon and run outside. Glanceing around, he saw Cloud, Barret and Blaze all glanceing up the mountain aways. Following their gaze, he saw the creature too, and he quickly ran to their aid, his trenchcoat flowing behind him. He took aim as he slid to a halt next to Blaze, nodding to him as he did.[/color]

[color=crimson]This is to make up for your "Predator" RPG that I missed. ^_^ [b]Name[/b]: Ken Dakota [b]Age[/b]: 22 [b]Sex[/b]: Male [b]Appearance[/b]: Tall, you'd guess about 6'5 at a distance, but he is actually a bit taller- 6'8 or so. He has messy black hair that is never kept, its strands drapeing past his ears and silverblue eyes all around his head. He is muscular, and handsome, though he doesnt flaunt it much. He wears a casual travelling outfit, Bluejeans with a tshirt, a black vest over the Tshirt, a silver Trenchcoat over all of that. Black, steeltoed boots top it all off to form a picture of a man who appears to be on the Darker side of life, even if he isnt. [b]Bio[/b]: Born and raised in Junon, his parents were killed in a Shinra "incident" that dealt with protests to the building of the whole Naval Faculity. He was taken in by a young woman in a small band of travelling mercenaries, learning from a young age how to use guns, prefering a high caliber shotgun to any other sort of weapon, guns or otherwise. Somehow, he survived Meteor a year ago, and landed himself in New Nibelheim, owning the Materia shop in the town- the best one at that, known by most of the Materia users across the land. [b]Weapon[/b]: Double Barrel Shotgun [Pwr Aprox 65 in FF7 standards.] [Can find better weapons] [b]Armor[/b]: Silver Armlet [b]Accessory[/b]: Poison Ring [b]Materia[/b]: Cure3, X Magic [b]Spells[/b]: Comet, Exit, Slow. [b]Limit Breaks[/b]: [b]Level 1a[/b]- Firespawn -hits all enemies for fire damage- [b]Level 1b[/b]- Multitime -Hastes all allies, slows all enemies, eleminates any time based status ailments, including stop. [b]Level 2[/b]- Satillite Beam - Same as the one in FF7[/color]