DeathKnight

[color=crimson]But the thing with the car shows how overconfidence can destroy a serial killer. That's just shameless ego-showing, lol. Eventually he might even get caught with how big that ego of his seems to have gotten to. But the card might not even have been from him... [quote][i]From CNN.com[/i] Sources said it is unclear whether the Tarot card is related to the shootings. The card represents death in the fortunetelling deck. Authorities said the card could have been left by a prankster. [/quote] I still respect him highly though, but it looks like he might go the way of other serial killers if he really left that card there.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by GotenksSSJ343 [/i] [B]Well again I found out something most of you will probably already have known about this but anyway the sniper/snipers left a car saying I am god and I heard a rumor that it also said I can decide life or death by the pull of a trigger. Now in my religous community that would be a very very bad insult whether this guy has great skill or not. Because this guy is saying he is powerful because no has caught him. Now thats just nothing I can forgive him for saying. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]LOL! Christians are still freaks who are sensitive. HAHA. Well, he is a God. Who says God cant be killed ;) I would kill God. But really, he's a God of Death till he's caught. But lets not turn this into a religous discussion, with all the types of opinons we obviously have on this board, we could get this topic closed, and so far its an interesting debate. ^_^[/color]

[color=crimson]It was nighttime in the middle of Torken, the Merchant's City. The full moon shone down, providing light for whatever cretures were up at the late hour, but all was quiet. Ever one seemed to be asleep on this night, from the wealthy merchants, to the poor warehouse workers. A lone guard dressed in blue armor yawned nonchantly, and glanced around in a meloncholly way. He lifted his spear, and walked away to a different area. 4 shadows darted past the back of the guard, twards a nearby alley. The guard turned around quickly, with his spear ready to strike- But no one was there. He glanced around cautiously, listening intently for any sound. After a few seconds of perfect silence, the guard shrugged it off, and continued on his way. In the alley, one man crept out of the shadows, and looked around. He continued staring out at the street, making sure all was well. He turned back and nodded, disappearing into the shadows again as quietly as he came. Further down the alley, stood the massive warehouse of one of the richest Merchants in town- Greg O'Connel the Third of the O'Connel Trading Enterprises. Just yesterday at this very warehouse it was bustling with an unusual amount of activity. Mr. O'Connel had gotten in a new shipment of goods, along with several pricey things, from a suit of armor, to antiques said to be forged by the Mystics themselves. Many thought that some of the things O'Connel had brought in had mysterious properties, some even going as far to say that he had brought a curse into the town. But the activity eventually drowned out as the night came, and it was eeriely quiet around the warehouse. In the back of O'Connel's warehouse was a large set of wooden doors, for loading and unloading. A lone latern was lit above the doors, but suprisingly there were no guards around. "Just our luck..." Someone whispered out of the shadows, "The bloody fools went on break." Four theifs crept out of the shadows cautiously, and looked greedily at one another- It was going to be a good pickup for these guys if all went well. 2 of the theifs ran to the door, one of them jumping up and putting out the latern, and the other getting to work on the large iron lock on the door. He tinkered with the lock for a bit, when suddenly the silence was broken with a 'click'. You could almost see the theif's smile in the darkness it was so wide. [i]Creakkkkkk............. THUD![/i] Both of the theifs jumped as the doors hit the walls inside of the warehouse, and looked around quickly. To their suprise no guards came still, but they cautiously waited for around a half minute, till they sighed relief. "These blokes must be bloody idiots" The leader said with a snicker as he walked into the warehouse. From around the corner, a horsedriven cart came, the other one of the theifs driving the cart, and the other sitting in the back, excited as could be at what riches they would be getting. The Leader took out a small latern and lit it. It provided just enough light to cause the peices of armor and weapons in the warehouse to shine in the light, the reflection catching each of their greedy eyes. The full moon seemed to watch their everymove, as the theifs began to decide what all they should take with them. So confident they were that the guards were gone, that the leader began to argue with another theif, sometimes raising his voice quite loud. As the night wore on, the cart was halffull, enough goods in it to almost ensure that the theifs would never have to work again. The leader stood in the warehouse, hand on his chin, looking around for what next to load up into the cart. The other three theifs were leaning against the cart, waiting for the leaders orders. They quietly made chit-chat amongst themselves about what they thought would be good to take with them, but none daring to challenge the leader's decisons after already threating to 'kill the next fool' who argued. It fell quiet, as the leader walked out. "Both of you, come on. It's a large prize that I just found." He said with a imp's grin, his eyes glowing. The three of them left the last theif outside, as they walked into the warehouse, their feet the only sound that could be heard. The theif left alone leaned against the cart and closed his eyes, as he thought about what all he would do with his share of the gold. "New house perhaps? Some new weapons. Heh heh. This is gonna be so godd*mn cool." He thought outloud to himself. He opened his eyes, and was startled to see a shadow being cast infront of the moonlight from above. He slowly turned, and looked up and started shaking. "D-...D-... Demon." He said, stumbling back into the warehouse. Ontop of a nearby roof stood a figure, his face covered by the darkness that he cast down. He had a large pair of wings, both of which were dripping blood off of them. He swooped down from the roof, and slammed his hand into the theif's heart, blood pouring out onto the street. The theif gasped and looked down shakily as the demon ripped the heart of the man out. "That stone will be MINE!" It snarled, and charged into the warehouse. ------------ "Did you hear something Torin?" One of the theifs looked up at the leader. "Like what?" "Like... something dripping. Rain or something. But it stopped... I dunno. Forget about it." "Bloody hell man, if it was some rain it cant very well stop the greatest theifs on this planet!" Torin said with all of the ego he could spit out in one sentance. The other theifs nodded and looked down at a large box, "So. What is in here, Torin?" "Magic blokes. Bloody magic is in this damn box." He replied with a grin. Torin opened the top of the box, and all they saw was a ton of straw. He raised one finger up, and winked at them. The other theifs turned and looked at each other in confusion, and looked back as Torin dug into the box. He scrounged around it a bit, till his eyes lit up like a little child, and he pulled out a small stone that glowed a neon green, lighting up the eyes of the other theifs as well. "What is it....?" One of them said in amazement. "I dunno bu-" Torin started to say, when he was interupted. "It is the Stone of Damnation." A raspy demonic voice said out of the darkness. All of the theifs slowly turned around, and stared into the darkness where they had heard the voice. Two red glowing eyes opened up and stared back. A small glint from a sword came out of the darkness as well, and each of the Theifs drew their respective weapons, daggers, and stood strong. "You humans dont get it. That stone belongs to ME now!" The demon charged out of the shadows and in a quick motion chopped off the heads of Torin's companions without much effort. Torin was scared sh*tless now, and he turned to run, when he ran into another person- A tall man, who was wearing a black cloak. Torin dropped the stone, as the demons hand rammed into his back, and ripped his lungs out of his body. Torin gasped twice as he put his hand to his chest, and fell over dead. "That was pointless." Ken said, looking up at the demon, "I am Ken Sennen, hired by Mr. O'Connel to guard his warehouse from the likes of you." "Half-breed..." The demon snarled, "Dont get in the way of me. That stone is going to be mine." Ken got in a fighting stance, and motioned at the demon. "You'll have to get through me first, Hornhead." Ken said with a smirk. The demon growled in anger, and charged foreward recklessly. Ken simply frontflipped over the demon, and quickly spun around, with his leg extended out for a kick. He hit the Demon in the side, sending him flying to the right, through several boxes and out of the stone wall. He ground to a quick halt, and shook his head, slowly getting up, his eyes glowing redder than ever with his anger. "Looks like hornhead got his *ss kicked." Ken said as he leaned down and picked up the stone, placing it in his pocket. Outside, a guard turned the corner and gasped in shock. A demon was laying in the road, and was quickly getting up! He looked both ways, dazed at what to do, but then turned and ran twards the Guardhouse. The demon got up and turned to the warehouse, snarling and drooling. Ken walked out of the hole in the wall, and stared at the demon, waiting to see what his move was. "You insolent child. How dare you strike me, a Demonlord!" "Demonlord or not, I'm being paid to keep hornheads like you OUT of the warehouse, kapish? Leave before I have to kill you, which would be unfortunate I guess." "Half-Breed! That stone is ours! The demons! How can you let these mere men have it when they cannot unlock the power of that stone!" "I'm not a demon. I'm a mercanery." Ken said while running foreward with his claws extended. "FOOOOOLL!!!" The demon growled. The demonlord's sword flew into his hand, as he raised it, swinging it from the right to chop Ken right in half. Ken grabbed the demons arm, and jumped upwards over his arm, landing on the other side. The Demonlord couldnt stop the momentum he built up with the sword, so all he could do is stare as Ken raised his hand, and a spike of Earth rose up, puncturing a hole in the demonlord's stomach. He gasped a loud gasp, as his blood poured down the sides of the spike. Ken walked foreward and slammed a hand into the Demon's chest, pulling it's heart out. It yelled, and a bright blindling light shone out. Raising his hand to block the light, Ken looked away till the light disappeared. All that was left of the demon was a corpse, blackened and smoking slightly. The spike descended back into the ground, and Ken turned to see a large crowd of townspeople and several guards all staring at him. "Is Mr. O'Connel here?" Ken shouted out to the crowd. From the crowd a middleaged man came rushing out, and ran twards Ken. As he approached, Ken bowed to his employer. "Was anything taken?" He asked exhasperated. "No. The demon killed all the theifs, and well. *looks back at the demon's smelly corpse* Yea." Reaching into his pocket, Ken took out the stone and handed it to Mr. O'Connel. "I believe, that is yours." Ken said with a smile, turned, and began to walk away. "OH YEAH! SORRY ABOUT YOUR WALL!" He yelled back, and disappeared into the darkness. Mr O'Connel was dumbfounded, but turned and looked at the medium-sized hole in his wall, and back at the demon. "What kind of freak did I hire.." He said, shaking his head.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Amphion [/i] [B]Im weak and a sentimental fool for feeling sorry for someone who was gundown for no apprarant reason?[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Yeap.. But I was talking about his skill as a serial killer o.- Not a sniper. And I really do enjoy the fact that he is one of a few that do it. If any of you have a problem with that, I dont care, and you're wrong in doing so. I let you have your veiws, even if they impose on my livelyhood- Which this is not. But it proves how much YOU care if people around you cant even have something differing from what you think is God's Standpoint, your own.[/color]

[color=crimson]Everyone should have recieved a PM by now if they were in. Flash sent them last night. All 12 members of BB- 6 men and 6 women- have been notified by PM. If you have not receieved one, then duh. o.-[/color]

[color=crimson]Heh. Flash will realese the complete list soon, I believe. He's just slow as f*ck. :P[/color]

[color=crimson]The rain poured down from above, drenching everything in it's path. Lightning brightned sky at times, flashing on and off, consistent with the thunder at times. It is the first rain in a couple of years in the area, and the ground was counting it's blessings, taking in all it could. Dry streams refilled, and it even seemed like the water could heal every woe that plagued this planet. But that's just a wish from me, I guess. Shifting his postion, Ken made himself more comfortable on the boulder- if that was possible on hard rock- and stared out, the rain washing out every impurity from his soul... or so it felt. He closed his eyes, taking it all into himself... ----- Staring blankly upwards at the top of her tent, Narna quietly rode out the storm. Half-wishing something interesting would happen, she rolled over and let out a long sigh. Mak tilted his head to the side, and stared at her confused. Grinning, Narna reached over and in a quick motion, ruffled up Mak's fur a bit. He rolled over onto his stomach in play-exaspartion, and wagged his tail, waiting for a tummyrub. Suddenly, a roll of thunder boomed out of the heavens, startling Mak and Narna. They had almost forgotten about the storm for a second- But that was a loud wake up call. A few seconds after the thunder, lightning flashed down, striking somewhere nearby. Mak rolled over and whined a bit, shoveing his head under the covers, and trembling. "What a guard dog..." She said slowly with a grin, and then slowly layed her head on a pillow, to watch the lightning dance, and listen to the thunder scream... ---- The last lightning strike was too close, even for Ken. With a quick hop, he landed the several foot down drop to the mud, and looked around him, taking in his surrondings. Nodding to himself, he took off in the direction of the camp. Running through the woods, he dodged a quick treebranch as another round of thunder broke whatever silence remained in the usually tranquil forest. Lightning struck once more, thankfully not too closeby, and the storm's fury seemed like it would never end. Dodgeing a large rock, he stepped out in the campsite- which was thankfully under several large wellfoliaged trees, so was somewhat dry. He grinned, knowing that his sister would be completely bored, and Nevri would most likely be sleeping- They had always wanted something to do, and at times like this, they didnt know what to do with themselves. Walking slowly, he ducked down a bit and entered Narna and his' tent. Mak perked up slightly, still hideing under the covers, and Narna glanced up quickly and grinned at seeing her brother. "Where have you been? I was starting to get worried." "Just sitting in the rain... thinking." Tossing Ken a towel from his backpack, she shook her head, "Honestly, I dont know why you sit in the rain so much." "That's why I do it, and you dont." He said with a wink, and started drying off his hair. She sighed with a smile, and sat down, taking a pillow and resting it in her lap. She rested her hands on it, and watched Ken try to dry the mess that was his hair, and laughed a bit. "Shut up. It isnt my fault I have kinda long hair." "Then who's fault is it, brother?" She said with a wink, getting him back. He frowned a bit, and changed the subject quickly. "How is Nev?" "Asleep in her tent. I dunno how she sleeps in this godd*mn storm. F*cking miracle if you ask me." She said shaking her head. Chuckling, Ken cracked his knuckles...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Raiha [/i] [B][COLOr=seagren]*giggle* *snort* *gag* Please don't make me die of laughter Ken.....you aren't a bad RPGer.....but really. God? Real funny[/COLOR] [/B][/QUOTE] [quote][i]Originally posted by Myself[/i] [b][color=crimson]I consider myself the God of roleplaying just to be [u]shot down[/u] by Flash and [u]Rai[/u][/b].[/quote] If only I had placed a bet on that.[/color]

[color=crimson]Hey, You guys thirsty? Click on the banner in my sig and dont waste my time. *salutes your narrow-mindedness and walks away* "Oh, Here. Hate me." -------- Kinda strange that this all started around the time that [b]Red Dragon[/b] was realeased, eh? Lol.[/color]

[color=crimson]Dude, this serial killer is my god now. Finally- One that isnt leaving clues, and is just killing people. It took serial killers [u]long[/u] enough to stop leaving clues, and to just kill at random. True skill and finesse. I love this guy, whoever he is. ^_^[/color]

[color=crimson]I consider myself the God of roleplaying just to be shot down by Flash and Rai. ;P I dunno how good of an RPGer I am, and I dont care. I just do it because its fun... You dont have to be good at something to love doing it constantly.[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Sennen Age: ?¿?¿ [unknown] Race: DemoHuman Were Weapons: Bloodsphere- A prize he won from Treasure Hunting, the bloodsphere is just what it sounds like... A sphere made of the blood. The sphere has no solid form, rather it is in a somewhat liquid, somewhat solid state. When thrown at someone, it spreads all over there body, and sucks all of the blood out of their body- Which is effective, if you think about it. Holding channeling powers in Necromancy and Earth, it makes Ken's magic much more potent than either a normal Man or a Demon. The only problem with the Bloodsphere is the state that it is in- You cant hold a Barely Solid substance very easily without using magic, and if his concentration breaks, the Bloodsphere could be destroyed simply by it dropping and splattering on the floor. Marital Arts- Training with Man's best Martial Artists, he can effectively use his fists to defend himself as good as any swordsmen could with a sword. With the added boost of Demonblood, he can become a very dangerous creature when he begins to fight. Bio: Ken's parents were a Succubi and an unfortunate human Geomancer. Both of his parents died, his father during intercourse, and Zeridia, his mother, during birth. Immediately after birth, Ken was shunned as an outcast... Not just for the blood running in him, but the evendence it had on his apperance. He had a pair of wings that were hauntingly made of blood and bones, merged with Necromancy. His hands had claws on them, which he could retract at will, but already were bloodstained at birth- Some believe that as he came out of Zeridia, the claws caused so much bleeding, that she slowly bled to death, happy. He has been called a murderer for this, even though he was literally a newborn. He is now a cursed, hated, mercenary for anyone who wants his abilities which bring him so much pain. Personality: He has a man's humor, caring, and dreams... While having a demons fears, hatred, creativity, and sadness. Gothic Comedian if you will. Optimistic yet pessimestic. He is truely an interesting mix. Appearance- He is extremely tall, 6'7 or so. With his height, he has a massive pair of wings, with a span of 10 feet or so. But he can retract his wings into his body, with a small amount of pain and blood. He is muscular, with several tattos along his arms and back of various demonic and human meanings. He usually wears a cloak, black of course, with casual clothes underneath.[/color]

[color=crimson]Can we prove we dont exist?[/color]

[color=crimson]Last time I checked, I existed. Hope things like that dont change day by day...[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Depends on Race. Desired Races: ArchAngel or Demon. Weapon: Depends on Race. Alignment: Depends on Race. [/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Kenneth Sennen Race: Asura [An enemy of the gods, esp. one of a race of demons and giants. In other words, A Demon Giant] Age: 754 Height: 9'8 Weapons: Custom Made Large Longbow, Longsword. Spells: [b]Triple Shot[/b]- [Fires 3 arrows at once, each of which catches on fire as soon as it's fired.] [b]Power Up[/b]- [First Stage of Diablos Maximos. Powers up all of the Dark Energy within one for a great strike. Changes Kenneth from Power Mode, To Magical.] [b]Charge[/b]- [Second Stage Of Diablos Maximos. Creates a large orb of necromatic energy above Kenneth.] [b]Diablos Maximos[/b]- [Final Stage of the Attack. The orb is fired, and an overwhelming explosion deals massive damage, if not death, to anything caught within.] [b]Asuramotra[/b]- [Basic spell in which a small orb of magic is fired at one. Does not require the magic word to be said.] Bio: Released from an Ancient Tomb where he had been buried, Kenneth now is the only Asura that remains free, the others in the dark armies. For 700 years, he has been nothing but a shadow. But in the last 54 years of his life, he has become one of the best 'Bad' guys on the Good guys side. Description: Short black hair, that is colored red in some places. He wears no armor, for he is extremely skilled, and it 'only slows him down'. He has several scars, and is often stared it because of his height. He has a good personality, showing that the Asura werent bloodthirsty... They were merely changed over all the years of war that they have been forced to do for others.[/color]

[color=crimson]I live in the middle of a forest, but there are no fires here for some reason. But Shy, I really hope that nothing bad happens to you, your family, or your house. Good luck Man. -K[/color]

[color=crimson]Do I dance? **** no. Can I dance? **** no. O_o Heh. And I dont take any form of dance. ;) -K[/color]

[color=crimson]I really dislike pop. It's so overplayed, and overhyped, that if you could like it after hearing it 14 times in 2 hours on the radio makes you puke. I'm mainly into heavy metal and rock. I can tolerate most everything else, but I really hate country. Its just not my style of music I guess. Heh. -K[/color]

[color=crimson]What the izzle is up my dogizzles? I hate people online who use CONSTANT internet slang. I can take a good load of it, but when all you say is internet slang, then it gets to being more than a tad bit on my nerves. -- -K[/color]

[color=crimson]Diablo: Estra vonta con verda sontos. The water of life can never cease from my veins. [i]Diablo looked up and silently nodded. This downpour would last for another 25 minutes, before the water he provided ran out. That would be enough to start the weather straight, and hopefully end the drought for good. He left a large tip on the table, but remained seated, looking at the government summoning that he had gotten.[/i] Diablo: Hmm. To Diablo Deloras, Water Mage of Lore. That's a stupid title for me. Bah. Blah blah blah... we the Goverment of earth wish to summon you for the defense of the Solar System, and for the Good of all Life in this Universe. Well. I guess I should get going, for the Good of All Life in this Universe. [i]Diablo got up, and walked through the rain, disappearing between the streams of water pouring from the heavens...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Diablo: Muahahah Food. It was good of her to do that. I should leave her a tip. o_O A large tip. Erm. Not large. Medium. Medium large. Ah whatever. [i]Diablo looked to the sky, and looked around. The ground was parched, and it looked like a drought had been affecting this area for a long time, and going on for a longer time. Diablo glanced around to be sure no one was watching him, and he raised his palm, where an orb of water grew out of the water vapor that was all around him. He glanced around once more, and threw the orb into the air, where it collided with a cloud, and a storm began to build up.[/i] Diablo: All you have to do, is set things in motion. [i]A slightly heavy rain began to pour down from the now dark sky, and fell on Diablo. He blinked twice and realized he had forgotten to take cover first. He shook his head at his forgetfulness and decided to just enjoy the rain...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Heh. Then again, Women can tear you down just as bad as any guy will tear you down. Too bad we're the 'evil' gender. ;P Oh, and I live in SA. That's where one is. -K[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken watched quietly. How many of these fools are there?[/i] Ken: When it rains, it pours... -.-;.. [i]Ken began to throw rocks out into the distance. How is this rag tag bunch of kids going to be able to stop this evil or whatever it is that I was awoken for. Psh. Like anyone here could stop a Demon, much less some unknown giant 'evil'. Prolly just some old wizard who is messing around with Necromancy. Nothing to gather Dragoons for. Psh. Of one of these fools actually trained, then maybe they wouldnt have to get all of us together in one big happy group to go romping about the contryside searching for some big bad guy wrecking havoc on that stupid village...[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Saiyan_monkey [/i] [B]My lifelong dream has always been to travel. I want to see the rest of Australia and then travel around the world...America, Canada, Japan, Europe...the list goes on. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Yea. That too. I always have wanted to see other places like Japan, England, France, Italy, Chile, India, Canada. And i'd like to go further into Mexico. -K[/color]