DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Ken: ... We're [i]all[/i] Refugees, you could say. And we mean you no harm either. Our friend here is just trigger happy... [i]Ken took a step foreward tward Blight, his eyes emotionless. He shoot a glance over tward Destyr. Slowly looking back at Blight, He arched an eyebrow.[/i] Ken: What exactly are you doing out here, if you 'mean us no harm'? [i]Ken walked to a Tree, and leaned against it. He looked at Blight, waiting for a reply.[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Go Spurs go! O.o Yea... I dont really care who wins the playoffs. It would be nice for someone to knock the Lakres off their throne, because their cockyness is pissing me off...[/color]

[color=crimson]The White Stripes Live! That was some good music. I love that performance...[/color]

[color=crimson]O.o Jay Leno is pretty funny... I think Conan is more funny, since he is so spontaneous... Jay Leno has a more layed back kind of funny... O.o.. I dunno where i'm trying to go, but Jay Leno is very coo...[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by The Unholy Newt [/i] [B]Umm, people. This RPG started ages ago, why are people still signing up? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]So? If an RPG starts, it doesnt mean more people cant join. O.o... The more the merrier...[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken: ... From a small rural town to the west. That's me anyway. [i]Turning, he began to slowly walk off. His mind dwelled on the town, and his sister.[/i] Ken: [i]... Did she survive? I tryed to fight them, but they took her and flew off south...[/i] Damn. ****ing demons. *spits on the ground* [i]His thoughts fell, and his mind was finally calm for some reason. He turned, and looked at Sabir...[/i] Ken: Miss, If you would, please tell us who [i]you[/i] are, and what you're doing out in the middle of nowhere?[/color]

[color=crimson]Kittie is pretty good. O.o Same with MSI. Texas. Home of... tejano... Yesss... I need to move...[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Another explosion erupted out from behind. Looking Back, Ken saw nothing but dust rising up, covering the ruins of what [b]was[/b] his Hometown. This was far too much, although Ken knew that millions of people had seen the same sight across the world in the midst of these battles. The yell of a man snapped Ken's attention back to running, but Ken immediately froze, his eye catching what the man had been yelling about. 5 Demons stood infront of the humans, Drool slowly going down their face.[/i] Demon: Tch. Are you lowly mortals running so quickly? Why look at your pitiful town, not much left is there? Demon 2: ... I bet they're about to piss their pants. Demon: You know it. Now, Whom should we eat first? [i]The two demons began to snicker, the other 3 quickly following. Out of the clouds, a yell came forth, as a several Angels flew down, swords drawn...[/i] Demon 3: Pesky Bastards... Your asses are saved for now you weaklings. Come on, We have company. [i]With that, the demons ascended upward at a quick pace, their swords being drawn in the process. The clashing of swords quickly joined the noise of explosions, and of dozens of other swords meeting each other in a deadly dance...[/i] Mayor: Alright people. Move it. We have to get to some sort of shelter... Older Man: ... Where is this shelter? Mayor: I wish I knew... [i]From behind a reddish tail whipped out, and the old man's guts splattered all over the nearby people. The Demon that had taunted them before laughed, and turned back to his fight..[/i] Ken: ... I want to kill those demons... Man: Its God's fault. If he actually cared about us anymore... Ken: ... I want revenge. Woman: We have to get to somewhere safe. Fighting wouldnt get us anywhere... [i]Ken arched an eyebrow as a silent reply, and stared at the ruins of the town, as some of the group turned and followed the mayor, others stareing at the town with Ken, and still others just stareing into the distance..[/i] Ken: Cant anyone here fight against them besides me? Man: We can. But their forces are just too much. We should run and find shelter... Ken: .. Goddamn this ****. [i]Spitting, Ken turned and began to follow the mayor, the others eventually doing so themselves...[/i] Mayor: Well. We could go into the mines... Young Man: That seems to be the only place, for now... Woman: *severe anxiety* .. A-a-are you sure there are no d-d-d-demons or... an-an-angels in there? Ken: Better fighting in there, where they dont have a heavy advantage from the air... [i]With that, Ken began to head tward the distant hills, a few hour walk from where they were, which was in the middle of no where... The fighting in the town became more severe, and as God had done before, a large white orb descended on the town, obliterating both Angels and Demons, along with anyone hiding in the town. With that, the group were only left with the choice of heading tward the mines... Thirty minutes into the walk..[/i] Man: .. This is a bad idea. Mayor: You havent come up with a better one. Woman: Who left you in charge? We arent in your town anymore! Part of the group: YEA! Man: Our town was destroyed! We dont listen to your half assed ideas anymore! [i]The group quickly divided into two over the matter, those with the mayor, and not. Ken stood off to the side, not giving a **** as several others with him were...[/i] Ken: [i]Human nature... Nothing but human nature...[/i] [i]Ken shook his head and silently began heading for the mine, while the groups shouting continued...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Howell Age: 15 Height: 6'5" Gender: Male Soul: Unknown Skill: Minor Mechanical Abilities; Fist/Dagger Fighting. Weapons: Sawed Off Shotgun, Fists Bio: Neglected as a Child, Ken learned to depend mainly on himself, the shortcomings of others obvious in his eyes. He never wanted to work in a group in school, and often wanted to work alone when the group work came into play. As he grew older, his hate was obvious twards Adults and most 'popular' kids in his school. He learned to release his emotions via Street Fights. His foster Parents died in the razeing of his town, and his emotions have run dry and caused him to become Full of Animosity. Personality/Appearance: Silent, Cold, Full of Thought and Hate. Rarely comments in discussions, and doesnt really show that he cares, or wants to care. Wears black shirt with torn bluejeans, and a black vest where he carries his Shotgun ammuntion and several other tools. his shoes are Combat boots, and his hair is spiked upwards, and it is colored black, with some blue areas....[/color]

[color=crimson]In The Year 2002, Life was... Well, Still Just Life. Things Were Slowly Shifting Back To Normal In The United States, While Elsewhere, Worries Over Pakistan And India Continued To Grow. In this time, Jehovah's Witnesses continued their preaching about Armageddons Arrival Being Close At Hand. Many People Turned A Cold Shoulder, Not Believinig The Controversial Message That The Witnesses Proclaimed. I Remember My Father Commenting On How "Utterly Rediculous" The Idea Of Armageddon Was. But, In The Dawn Of 2003, Things Took A Downward Death Drop To Hell. Literally. At The Call Of The Rogue ArchAngel, Satan To Most, Many Nations Began To Rise Up To Challenge Relgion, To Destroy It From The Face Of The Earth. Uknown To Them, Granting Satan Victory And Satisfaction. God's Fury Upon His People's Cries Finally Was Unleashed, And Armageddon Started In Siberia, The Remote Location Fitting To God Because of The Distance It Was From Most Human Life. In One Years Time, The Lead Of The Battle Had Gone Back And Forth, At Times Hope For God Seemed Dim, And At Other Times Satan's Dark Dreams Seemed To Be Over. In The Midst Of The Battles That Erupted Constantly, Was Man. The Loss of Life Was Heavy For Man, As The Battles Waged Closer and Closer To Home. Undead Began To Rise At The Call of Satan, And Soon God was only Intent on Surviving, His Children Being Cast Into The Back of His Mind As Satan's Army Continued To Push Him Back Twards The 3 Gates Of Heaven. One Located Where Eden's Center Was, The Second Being Over Mount Everest, And The Third Being In The Center Of The North American Continent. Now, As The Battle Rages Around You, You Flee With A Group Of Other People From Your Home Town. Mixed emotions Reign, As Your Town is Destroyed in A Puff of Smoke... Now, Shall You be Evil, Holy, Or Heroic? Or Is Your Destiny, Not Yet Set... Name: Age: Height: Gender: Soul: [Evil- For Satan; Holy- For God; Heroic- For Man; Or Not Yet Known. Please Select Between Those Three ^^' If You Choose A Fourth, I'll Have To See Your Choice, And See If It Is In Line With the RPG ~.~] Skill: [*shrugs* Keep it real, people ;P] Weapon: [Try it keep it 2003 ish. O.o Or use a Medevil type weapon. I think you guys can handle this fine... -.-] Bio: [optional] Personality/Appearance: [optional] I'll post mine later....o.o[/color]

[color=crimson]... Damn Neil... Thats the most **** I've seen in a Sign Up... and i've seen long sign ups... O.o;;....[/color]

[color=crimson]Think you have plenty of Classes, Flash...? Name: Kitan Zerafor Age: 32 Height: 6'7 Race: Human. Class: Berserker Weapons: Extremely Large Axe, That He Sharpens Often. Armour: His Normal Attire Is Made Of Animal Skins, His Only Defense Is His Trusty Bone Shield, And A Cloak... Description: Well Built, Strong. Has Spiked Black Hair, And Several Tattoos. He Has Scars From Several Severe Fights, And Has a Gaze That Shows An Amount of Wisdom Behind His Brute Force. Bio: Has Lived In The Desert For All His Life, The Rest Of His Tale Unkown.. He Seems To Be Hiding Some Castasrophe That Happened In His Early Childhood. He Has No Family, And Travels The World On A Journey That He Plans To Never End, And Has No Definate Goal Besides Living For The Hell Of It.[/color]

[color=crimson]Well. That Would Suck. Someone Will Have To Fire A Nuke At Someone Else Eventually. What Happens, Happens.[/color]

[color=crimson]Starcraft Owned... in 1998... *turns the key*[/color]

[color=crimson]You People Are Calling Slipknot **** cause you are rock lovers... Slipknot is Metal. Not Rock. So stop dissing the band when you dont even listen to the proper Genre of Music to have a right to say the bands name.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Queen Asuka [/i] [B][color=crimson][size=1] And for all you punks out there (although I doubt ANY of them besides Anna is even reading this thread) Agent Felix did a remake of the song and you can find it on Mp3.com! :D[/color][/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I downloaded that awhile ago... O.o... And My Favorite Rapper is DMX. Up In Here, Who We Be, Ruff Ryders Anthem... Gotta love it.[/color]

[color=crimson]I dont like POD. I dont have a reason either. I just hate their music. -.-' it isnt my taste really. But thats just my opinon. ^^[/color]

[color=crimson]... I got... Gorgon. .. Now I got HippoGryph. Alright... And MysticBabe, Succubi are Female Demons that sleep with men, then kill them. Or something of that sort...[/color]

[color=crimson]Friend: [img]http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/fairfriend.jpg[/img] StereoType: [img]http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/goth.jpg[/img] Mage: [img]http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/water.jpg[/img] RPG StereoType: [img]http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/pain.jpg[/img] If you know nothing about me... those four pretty much sum me up... [/color]

[color=crimson]1) Gender: Male 2) What do you believe in? : Creationism 3) Why? : haha... evolution... hahahah... sorry ... 4) What is your religion ? I hate religon. but, forced by parents, Jehovahs Witness. 5) How strong are your religious beliefs ? Non-existent 6) Are you very familiar with any evolutionary theories ? Yes 7) Ethnic Background (your nationality eg. Asian, caucasian, etc.): Mexican 8) Where have you lived most of your life ? (if in US, please specify which state) Texas. 9) Have you ever taken a course in modern biology ? No 10) Do you believe in God ? Someone up There Hates Me....[/color]

[color=crimson]name: Ken Age: 16 Gender: Male. Job: Necromancer/Mage. Description: Black eyes, Spiked Red Hair. He wears an all black robe, with a red pentagram written with blood on the sleeve. His arm is tattoed with various symbols, many of which are Satanic/Demonic. His hair has streaks of black in it, from the dominant element, Necromatic, in his soul... Not necesarily evil, even though he is an necromancer. But if you push him too far, his evil side will take hold, and a horde of Reanimated Skeletons could be your prize for angering him... Village: Kendale, in his Magic Shop, That sells potions, enchants armor, Heals, Everything you expect from a good magic shop. Possessions: Necromancers Crystal Ball, Staff, Spell Book. Pet: More of a Friend, but he has a Fairy as a Companion. The Fairy insists that she owns him her life from many times him saving her from Wild Animals. The Fairy's name is Rosemary.[/color]

[color=crimson]Ken: Damn. I left my group out there! [i]Several men with gashes across their arms stumble into the cave, and stumble down to where they are...[/i] Man: Goddamn that was the most suprising suprise attack.... Ken: Anyone else survive? Man: Either they're fighting or dead. Ken: .... Damn. Man: Dont worry. They're all smart people. They'll survive... ... hopefully. Ken: -.-'... Urgh... [i]The Men began to bandage their arms up, and Ken sat, waiting...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]-.-' my first girlfriend was when I was 11, and she was the same age. She and I hitched rides with my friends to places, where she and I could chill alone. Age means nothing if you love/like someone. Especially if you love someone....[/color]

[color=crimson]Well... I like 'Hi My Name Is...' 'Real Slim Shady'... but that is it... He's a rapper you either love, hate, or tolerate.... [/color]

[color=crimson]It depends on what you want to do... i'm a Gamer so I have a Dell o.o...[/color]