DeathKnight

[color=crimson]If no one else joins, i'll decide on who makes the cut tomorrow~ Good luck~[/color]

[color=crimson]"Whoaaaa.... Where the hell is this thing telling me to go?" Lateralus said, stopping a few feet from a street full of people heading in various directions, alot of conversations going on. Nearby, a street vendor argued with a customer about the price of a necklace, his voice rising over the sound of feet and a sea of voices all talking at once. None of this helped him a bit, as he scratched the back of his head, staring foreward thinking. Looking at the map, then back up at the interesection, Lateralus realised that he was pretty much drawing a blank to where he was. Hoping it would help, he glanced Back to the map, back to the intersection, back to the map, back to the intersection. He kept doing this for a few moments, before he realized the obvious. "I'm frigging lost." He said, flipping the map over upsidedown to see if it would help. Arching an eyebrow, he walked foreward to the edge of the bustling street, still lost within thought and consideration. Seeing a break in the crowd, He ran across the street, andl ooked down at the map again. Shaking his head, he went to the other roads on the intersection, with no success whatsoever in finding something familiar on the map. "Oh come on." He said rolling his eyes and sighing, "I went the right way." A few minutes passed, all the while Lateralus vainly trying to find his way, insistant that he had gone the right way. He sighed, giving up, and decided to take the best possible action. "Alright. Well. I'll ask someone." He said, as he turned to a young woman, "Excuse me miss, but where is the..." He paused for a moment to remember the place the man had said, "...... Oh yea. Where is the 'Sanctum'? I have urgent buisness to attend to there, and I really need to know how I can get there." She seemed slightly suprised, and it took her a few seconds to reply, "Just go down that street, over there, all the way." As she finished, she pointed to the right. In the far distance, he could see a crowd blocking a street that lead to some kind of Temple like building. Noting his stupidity at not noticing that before, Lateralus nodded a thanks and a quick smile, and jogged off twards the building, growing nearer. As he jogged, he passed a fruit vendor along the street, and came to a halt. Grabbing an apple, he throwing a few coins to the man behind the cart. Taking a bite into the apple, he continued to run, eating the apple as he went. "Cant meet anyone on an empty stomach. Thats gotten me into trouble before." He said with a smirk, remembering several occasions during his travels when unclear thinking had gotten him in sticky situations. This seemed like a very important event... Or meeting. "[i]Eh? I dont even know what exactly this is. Wonder what they want to do with me, when I just have a birthmark? It makes no sense at all. Logic doesnt seem to be present in alot of this. Mysterious Hooded Men? A map to a location where alot of people are gathered? What am I getting myself into? I wish I hadnt had to into surgery right after that man showed up. I have alot of questions... But I am an adventurer. I guess this is just another page in my life.[/i]" Throwing the apple core aside next to a rat in an alleyway, Lateralus finally came to the crowd, after a long run down the street. He had no idea where to go, or what to do, so he simply asked out loud, "Where do you go if you've been called here, because of a birthmark?" It seemed to get quieter, and he arched an eyebrow. This was strange to say the least. Someone had to know though.... "Well? Anyone have an idea?"[/color]

[color=crimson]It doesnt matter if you're an older member... You just have to have the creativity and imagination to RP well...[/color]

[color=crimson]Lateralus: Thank you again Doctor Negosaki, Without your help I wouldnt have made it this far. Dr. Negosaki: Ahhh... Think nothing of it. You have recovered well, my friend. Where are you headed? You shouldnt head anywhere too dangerous, you might reopen your wounds. Lateralus: I'm heading to the 'Sanctum' or something like that... [i]Digging through his pockets for a moment, Lateralus pulled out a map, that marked a route from Dr. Negosaki's office to the Sanctum. He was new here, and he had no idea where to go, but those strange men in robes handed him a map...[/i] Dr Negosaki: Hmm. Interesting. Well. Good Luck. Come back here, if need be. Lateralus: *shakes his hand* I will. [i]Grinning, he turned and walked out into the large city, admiring it. He was finally here. After a few weeks of adventureing and hiking he was here. If only his parents had made it... They would have been thrilled. Sighing to himself, Lateralus looked at the map, then up at the scenerey. He started on his way...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]In the year 2243, the World was in a Golden Age. War hadnt occured since the end of Former President George Bush's War on Terrorism. Most Already Large Cities, Like New York, Have Turned Into Massive Metropolises, With Skyscrapers Towering Upwards, Dwarfing Todays Standard Of 'Humgous'. Cities Are Devided Into Layers, With The Most Bottom Slums Inhabited By A Higher Crimer Rate, And Stricken With Poverty, Going To The Top Most Level Of The City, CEOS, Doctors, And Anyone Who Was Oustandingly Rich. Amongst This, Technology Was Booming. One Special Company, NeoCore Company, Was Headed By One Of The Most Brilliant Men In History: Doctor James D. Lawry. He created dozens of breakthrough machines that helped Medical, Scienrific, and General Life in the world. It Was Reported 2 And A Half Weeks Ago, That Dr. Lawry Had Been Kidnapped. In the Following 2 Weeks, More World Reknowned Inventors, Scientists, And Professors Disappeared. You Have Been Selected By The United Nations To Go With An Investigation Team, To Go To Dr. Lawrys Top Secret Laboratory And Investigate. The Team is made up of 6 Individuals, thusly if more than 6 people join, I will judge RPing skill and quality, and sign up Depth and Description. -------- To Join, The Minimum Requirements Are: Name: Age: Height: Gender: Function In The Team: (Detective, Commado, Police Agent, Whatever. Keep it in a reasonable boundry.) Weapons: (2 Max) Bio: (optional) Appearance: (optional) ------- Name: Ken Howell Age: 23 Height: 6'2" Gender: Male Function: Lead Investigator from the FBI Weapon: 12 MM Pistol, Fists Bio: Born in Mexico City, Ken was raised in a Semi Rich family. His father was a famous Detective for the United Nations, solving international crimes and mysteries till he was mysteriously shot in the back of the head in a bar. In his Fathers Footsteps, Ken became a Detective for the United States Federal Beureu of Investigation. 3 Years into it, Ken was one of the leading detectives amongst the FBIs elite. He went to the United Nations 1 week ago, Asking to Join their Investigation Team to follow in his Fathers Footsteps. They informed him that they would give him a test, to prove himself, and told him of this Mission. He accepted immediately, and has been choosen as the 'leader' of the mission. Description: Clothes- He wears all Black, Shirt, Dress Pants, Shoes. Even a Black Trenchcoat and Gloves. Along with that, he has a pair of black sunglasses which he seems to wear almost constantly. Jewelry- He has a Gold Necklace under his shirt. Body- Semi Muscular Build, Latino Skin Color, Blue Eyes, Black Hair Which Is Long; Hanging Over His Eyes Most Of The Time, Scar on his left arm from a knife fight in New Orleans 1 year ago. --- Hopefull, this will attract some people...[/color]

[color=crimson]What They Don't Want You to Know In order to understand Muffin Sex you need to realize that everything is controlled by a Nazi Group made up of Kens with help from Crapmonkeys. The conspiracy first started during The Closing Of The Padded Room Party in Britty's Litterbox. They have been responsible for many events throughout history, including World War 2. Today, members of the conspiracy are everywhere. They can be identified by Nail Biting. They want to Kill Jehovahs Witnesses and imprison resisters in Neil's Closet using Skateboards. In order to prepare for this, we all must Get Naked. Since the media is controlled by George Bush we should get our information from Neil. Yeeee haw...[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Lateralus Letifer Age: 20 Birthmark: There Is A Small Tear Shaped Birthmark on his Left Upper Arm~ [Water] Bio: Born Next To The Sea, Lateralus Was Sent Into A Life Of Adventure. His Parents And Him Traveled Through Many Lands, Meeting Friend and A Few Foes, Some of Which They Barely Survived. They Had Heard Of Something About A City In The Lands To The East, And It Had Awoken Their Spirit of Adventure Twofold... In The Middle Of A Forest, A Torrential Downpour Occured, And It Curtailed Out Adventure For That Day. A Large Devilish Beast Roze Out Of A Deep Pit Of Mud, And Took Them By Suprise. As His Father and Mother Lifted Their Swords, It Was Over. One Swift Movement Of His Mighty Hand, And Their Bodies Were Torn In Two Completely, The Blood Splattering Lateralus' Clothes... The Demon Looked At Him, And Smiled A Sweet Smile, That Made The Hairs On The Back Of His Neck Raise... Then Everything Went Black For Him, In The Midst Of A Whirlpool Of Pain and Confusion From Hearing The Beast Scream As Well. A Family Traveling to the Large City, Had To Camp In The Midst Of The Storm. They Noticed A Trail Of Blood, And Followed It To Where Lateralus Was... With A Large Best, His Body Ripped Apart, Resting In A Large Pool Of Water, With Several Melting Ice Shards Around It... He Awoke In A Strange Room, With Several Strangers Around Him Who Had Mysterious Tone To Their Voice... They Said Something About A BirthMark.. And That They Had Theirs Eyes Out For One That Had This Sort Of Birthmark Like The One On My Left Arm... And Thus, Another Chapter Seems To Be Opening In His Story. Appearance: Clothes/Jewelry - He Is Extremely Casual In His Dressing Nature, Wearing Blue Jean Like Pants And A Sleeveless Black Tshirt Usually. He Wears A Silver Necklace Around His Neck, Along With A Silver Ring On His Middle Finger. Body- He Is Large [6'6" ish Range] And Muscular. His Hair Is Dark Blue, And Semi Long, Hanging Over His Ears And Eyes At Times. Eyes Are Colored Aqua, And His Eyes Glow Completely Dark Blue At Times Of Deep Emotionally/Pyschial Tramua.[/color]

[color=crimson]*hugs his KISS Buzz Band CD Voulume 8* thank j00 99.5 KISS. "She Loves Me Not" Is a good song. I mean... they have a girl going to the bathroom in the Music Video =D That alone makes it highly weird/cool. I'm not really totally into it... But its a new P Roach. *shrugs*[/color]

[color=crimson]... Arent they trying to [b]make[/b] money, and not spend more money~ Eh... I dunno... Iffy Me thinks.[/color]

[color=crimson]11.8% -.-...[/color]

[color=crimson]Whoaaa... I am avoiding anything dealing with this movie. Any merchandise... any THING dealing with this movie, I am several miles away... From the previews I say it sucks.... and thats telling you something when the almighty previews suck...[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Stepping foreward, They exited the eeriely silent forest, into a vast plain that had obviously been one of the focal points of the battle, dead or dieing angels and demons strone across the field. The stench of death all but overflowed in the air. Blast marks from Magicks that the Angels and Demons each practiced were all over the place.[/i] Ken: ... Well. The demons *have* been through here. Good for us... [i]The first the step foreward, Ken began to walk, looking at the twisted faces of Demons, locked in a final moment of pain and amusement. They even were amused by their own deaths... In the near horizon, A ruined steeple of a church stood high, Marking another small village Ken guessed. He began to head tward the steeple...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]As Kitan began to get near Outpost 31, it seemed to be too quiet. Kitan's senses told him something was wrong with it being so quiet near the Outpost, not even sounds of every day life coming from the Outpost. Slowing to a Stop, Kitan's eyes glanced around. Nothing but the landscape surronded him. It was all enough to send a slight chill down his back. The only other thing besides him, was the wind... His cloak blew in the wind, as he thought silently... [b]Outpost 31 is unnatrually quiet. The last time I was here it was a bustling community. I wonder if somethings happened over the years? I dont know.... I wonder if i'll find anything to eat or drink there...[/b] Nodding to himself, Kitan began to walk again, the deafening silence never wanting to leave him...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken, emotionless as ever, walked foreward...[/i] Ken: ... Dont care where we go. I just want to go see my sister. [i]Ken turned and looked at Blight..[/i] Ken: As for you... You're programmed for destruction. There's enough of that, without your f*cking help with it. So just quit the goddamned sh*t with the blowing up of the forests. The more f*cking demons you feel that your *ss needs to kill, the more undead will rise at Satans will. You are not immortal. Your cockyness is your downfall. [i]With that, Ken raised his shotgun, to rest it on his shoulder, and walked off, heading west. His face was dirty, and his arm was scarred, but he was still one thing... Just himself.[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Soccer... Eh... Here I really havent seen [b]any[/b] Soccer games for sale. Someone help this guy out.[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Beads of Sweat formed on Kitan's forehead, as his journey continued. He had fought some more Fiendish Monsters, and he had a few wounds, but he was holding up well. He could take many more hits before he went down for the count. His axe was rested on his shoulder, and he continued walking, The part in the distant mountains slowly coming closer, but he knew that wasnt even halfway to his destination. He hadnt seen many souls on his way, but a few adventurers and lost people he helped to direct to their destinations. It was overly quiet, even with the monsters. Seeing a large boulder, Kitan slowed and leaned against its shaded side for a little rest. He wanted to clear the mountain pass before morning, and he had set a goal to do that. This seemed to be the last spot for real rest, so he decided to take that opportunity...[/color][/i]

[color=crimson]-.-... I know that... no sh*t, Sacred Warrior... some people... *shakes head* But the chances for the Nets are slim in my book...[/color]

[color=crimson][i]After a walk that seemed to last forever, and was full of conversation, They arrived back at the house. One by one, each of them walked in, Ken leaning against the wall and closing his eyes...[/i] Ken: ... now what do we do? [i]Listening to the silence that envolped the room afterwards, He sighed. There was really no where to run... no where to hide. Cant escape what is already all around you. It seemed to be a hopeless affair that was before them, confusion and insecruities blocking any real creative process that could get them to somewhere somewhat safer than in the middle of a battlefield. His eyes rose and he looked at Blight. What a weird occurence to meet a war machine... I thought those were all destroyed at the last defensive wall that Mankind tried to hold up against the demon hoards and spawn... I havent seen one of those in a few years... Jeez. Time flies when you're watching everyone die... Snapping back to reality, he sat down, wondering what would become of himself. His family was gone, and he had no idea how the rest of the immediate area was. Scout. Maybe if he scouted out for a town or somewhere to rest at least for awhile that'd be a good idea.... Time continued to pass as he lost himself in his world of thoughts...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken's eyes stared at the scars....[/i] Ken: ... I see. Sorry that happened... [i]Ken turned, stareing at Blight...[/i] Ken: ... I dont know about you guys... but before the fighting starts up again, I think we should try to get back to the house... Before we get caught in the middle of a large battle... The Demons dont stop... They will charge the Angels again........ [i]Ken turned and began walking in the direction of the tunnel, his shotgun resting on his shoulder, and his eyes looking at the orange of the Dawn Sky...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson] [b]S[/b]ilence[b]R[/b] Name: Kenes Valkyre Age: 23 Height: 6'4" Description: Silver Hair that covers his eyes and ears, so it is kinda long. His eyes are colored a deep green, and give you an eerie sense when he looks at you. His arms are muscular, as is the rest of his body, with several scars along his arms from battles with the Kagim. He wears a black and white camo shirt, that is extremely baggy. A black vest compliments this shirt, with several knifes and daggers, along with shotgun ammo for his 12 Guage Shotgun that is hung on his shoulder, 'just in case'. , Basic Cargo Blue Jeans are his main choice for pants, and his shoes are Steel Toed Black Boots. His Personaility Is Somewhat Perky For a 'Warrior'. He is comedic, somewhat depressed, and can unleash his Animosity on you at times. He tries to hide his emotions under a mask of happiness, that you will probably never see through.... Weapons: 12 Guage Shotgun- Average Skill; Dagger Fighting- Mastered Skill[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Kitan's search turned up futile. Anything edible had disappeared for the day, so he now headed north to the Pains near the [u]Oasis[/u]. Walking swiftly, he continued looking north, the plains just over this done. A small amount of time and running later, Kitan was on the edge of the Desert, more foliage and brush pokeing out of the sand as he neared the end of the Desert that had been his home for so long....[/i] Kitan: I should visit Krysst. It's been awhile since I had been there... I could use some potions as a safety measure, who knows when battles can turn sour. I shall do that. North For a Little Longer, Than East Through the Mountain Past, Then North Through The Forest... I wonder if I'll Meet up with any people. Hmmm. Good to be on an adventure agai-... [i]Before he could finish, images of a burning town flashed in his mind. Kitan stopped, his face etched in fear and sadness. He shook his head and looked to the sky. Within seconds, he was silent, and walking north... To Krysst to see what he could find...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken walked into a clearing, his Shotgun at his side. He looked around, the signs of a fight not evident in the least. Arching an eyebrow, he leaned down. Massive fighting [b]had[/b] occured here! He was sure of it! Then... "Where are the bodies? Where are the bodies of the Angels? Or Demons? Am I missing something?" He Thought... Stepping up, he continued on. Walking through a bush, he heard a soft moan. His eyes darting around him, He searched for the orgin of the sound. A glint of metal caused by the rising sun caught his eye, the edge of a sword was on the ground. Ken reached down, and picked the sword up. It was obviously Angelic in orgin. A short distance from the Sword, A female Angel's body layed in the tall grass, bloodied and extremely dirty. Walking twards it, he heard a low hiss behind him. A shadow rose behind him, Red eyes glowing out. Spinning around quickly, He saw claws descending down on him. Raising his arm in natural defense, a sharp pain registered that the Demonic Shadow had hit it's mark... Raising his other hand, Ken pulled the trigger several times, The blast of a shotgun echoing out over the forest. The demon screamed and reared back, allowing Ken to bring his still raised bleeding arm into the black bleeding gut of the shadow, hard. The punch sent the shadow flying backwards, where it disappated, leaving black blood across the ground in its wake. Ken lowered his shotgun, and ripped off his shirt sleeve and wrapped it around the wound, his blood staining it quickly. He looked down to the Angel, and kneeled down, looking at her face. Suddenly coughing up blood, She startled Ken. Stepping back, he began to walk off...[/i] Angel: Thank You, Mortal. He was... *spits up more blood* Tortureing me... [i]Glancing back, Ken nodded and walked back to where Blight and the group had been, his desire to explore for any more signs of Demons fulfilled to the core...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]In The [u]Oasis[/u], Kitan Sat. His Bone shield by his side, the lonely winds of the desert not far away at all. Kitan hadnt kept up with the world around him, his life that of a nomad, wandering the desert defeating the monsters that rose up to challenge him, and making out a living on the Border of the Desert. [/i] Kitan: Thus is the life of a nomad. I best be hunting for something to eat, I suppose I could wait... Better to do it now... [i]Standing up, He took his bone shield in one hand, and his Axe in his other hand, and took out to the sands of the desert, that seemed to continue on forever southward. His scarf covered his face from the sands, only his eyes could be seen. Walking slowly across the dunes, The Gaze of the Warrior searching for a sign of something somewhat near edible.... A low rumble came from behind, causing Kitan to turn around in suprise. Yellow, like the sand, a Sand Worm rose to meet the challenge of the Beserker, Its teeth dripping with drool within its circular mouth. Raising his Bone Shield, Kitan yelled and ran foreward, his axe swinging over his head. It come down, and sliced into the Sand Worm, It's red blood trickleing down, staining the sea of yellow. Letting out a shrill scream, The Beast Reared Back, Almost taking Kitan's axe and Himself with it. Before he was launched backward, Kitan ripped his axe out, only to be hit hard in the hip by the beast, sending him flying across the sand... Rolling over, Kitan scrambled up, his Boneshield some distance away.[/i] Kitan: Well. This guy is a bit overzealous... [i]Kitan grinned slightly, lifting the arm with his axe to rest on his shoulder as he ran again, raising his other hand to the handle of the axe, and swing it upwards with all of his strength, slitting the throat of the Worm, a deadly blow which almost for sure would kill it instantly, or make it bleed to death. With a gurggled Scream, The worm's mouth filled with blood, and it sank slowly into the sand, bleeding to death... It spit out blood, as its head sank below the Desert, sand filling in where it had been. Kitan lowered his axe, his eyes searching for his shield. He decided it couldnt be far, and within a few seconds of searching, he found it, part of it buried under the sand. He picked it up, and continued on his journey into the desert....[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Ken: Explosions dont usually occur when fighting goes on with Angels around, They silence the Demons necromancy magic to keep the destruction to a minimum... So with Angels and Demons fighting, I found it strange that explosions of that caliber were occuring.... And we followed them here, to you. I judge those massive explosions were your doing? [i]Ken's gaze shifted to meet Blight's blaster, his question instantly being answered within his own mind. Blight still had that Grin that made Ken somewhat amused...[/i] Blight: What if it was? It was no big deal, at all. Just some explosions... Ken: .. I dont have anything further to discuss. Some of my friends might have some questions... As for me, i'm going to go see the extent of those Explosions Damage... [i]Ken turned and disappeared within the foliage that the forest was so full of...[/i][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Unholy Newt [/i] [B]Isn't this just a tad unoriginal?[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]Actually, this RPG is the first of its Kind I think at OB. So there are no factual statements that you can provide, to prove that this is unorignal or a copy of a former RPG. Thusly, Please [b]Be Quiet.[/b] Thank you, And have a nice death. -------- Name: Ken Howell Codename: V4 Age: 17 Height: 6'8" Weapons and Munnition: M1911A1 .45 Cal. semi-automatic pistol, UZI SMG; M9 9mm pistol; Bowie Knife; Fists. Also Carries Explosive Material For Making Several Types Of Bombs/Expolosive Devices, In Case Mission Fails. Ammo Carried In Vest. Personality: Spontaneous, Funny, And Somewhat Insane, Ken represents the 'Mad Bomber' out of the Special Operations Group. He enjoys blowing sh*t up, and often makes random comments about the situations he gets into. Is very superstious, and wears a cross around his neck. Appearance: Wears Black/white Camo Carpeter Jeans, that hold tools of the mad bomber trade. His shoes are Steel Toed, and are also black, with a red pentagram in the side. He wears a white shirt that reads 'Undead Clown', with a black vest over it that holds his extra ammo/explosive materials. His hair is semi long, going over his eyes and ears, and is dyed red, with blue highlights. His face has several scars from Shrapnel, and his arm has a long scar from an incident when he was a child. He is pretty well built, his height aiding to his strong appearence. His eyes are colored Brown, almost black... Squad History: Born in San Antonio, Texas; Ken went into a love for explosions at an early age from Discovery channel shows aabout demolition experts. He devolped a taste for pranks involving fireworks, and was suspended many times. He went into the military as a trainee for an Explosives Expert for Special Operations. Leaving the military early on, he went to South America and joined the Guirrela Warfare that goes on, and learned alot about bombs, becoming one of the leading experts. 6 months ago a member of the CIA approached him, and asked if he wanted to join a special squad. South America boring him, he said yes... and the rest, as they say, is history...[/color]