DeathKnight

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Age: 16 Race: Rebel [Ace Pilot] Height: 6'8" Bio: His Birth Place Being Unknown, All Ken can remember is working on a large Spaceship, learning the flight controls, weapons, and his main job: The mechanical aspects of the ship. Soemone told him finally that he had been abadoned on the ship by an unknown couple... So with that fresh in his mind, he enlisted in the Rebels, and became one of the greater pilots out of the Rebels. Weapon: Blaster Pistol Description: His brown hair is Average length but is cut enough to where it wont fall over his Black eyes while he flies. He has several scars along his arm from accidents while working. He looks extremely strong... Personality: Comedian. That about sums it up. He is funny, and makes witty comments everything all the time. While in the cockpit of a ship, he is the most insane pilot ever. Its amazing he isnt dead already for the things he can pull off. Deep inside he holds alot of pain from a life of being alone, machines the only thing he has known....[/color]

[color=crimson]Mowing Lawns, Killing time outside in the heat, and Getting in deep trouble with my parents for doing insane shiz. o.o' -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]Everyone's pretty much covered every outstanding Game on the Xbox... So go with those games, and have a blast... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]My PSX is starting to not work o_O'... So there's one reason why I am not using it anymore... Heh. -Ken[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Hybrid [/i] [B]Chop Suey[/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson].... Do you mean System of a Down? Or am I off a bit... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]... Adema isnt really Metal in my book... but whatever... I dont really like them that much. -.-'... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]Heavy Metal, and Hard Rock... ;P But I listen to some Rap and a good load of Techno as well... -.-' Favorite rock/metal bands would be... Slipknot, Chimeria, Kittie, and Staind... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]The Real World isnt all that bad really. Heh. But I agree on Survivor, Temptation Island, and etc. Those arent really the highest form of entertainment on TV.... and I cant see how people could like shows like that... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]o_O Woo. this ownz. Period. End O' Discussion... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Age: 16 Height: 6'6" Occupation: Mercenary Location: Trabia Garden, For Buisness Matters Description: Buzz Cut Black Hair. Brown eyes. Has several Scars along his arms from Jobs as a Merc. Wears a baggy black shirt and blue jeans. His shoes are black steel toed combat boots... Bio: Abadoned by his parents at 8 years old, he was left on the streets to learn knife fighting and fist fightining. He joined a mercenary group at the age of 13 to make a living for himself, and hasnt left. In that same year, the Mercenary group decided to train Ken in the ways of Swordfighting and martial arts.... He can be quite cheery and funny, and often he comments about the situations he gets himself into... ---=~!~=--- Weapon: Nails of the Cross: Small, sharp daggers he can throw from a distance Crystal Shard- His 6 inch long crystal dagger *His fighting style is a mix of dagger fighting and martial arts, and he can weird a sword. He prefers a dagger, as he has had much more experience. Magic: Fire, Scan, Cure Limit: Ghosts of the Ocean [Dark Elemental]- Ken takes out all of his 'Nails of the Cross' and charges up his natural Dark powers into the daggers. Each devolps a spereate dark elemental rune on them, he throws a large wave of the daggers all at once, and it may cause a Dark status effect. -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]My personaility is compltely Gothic, but I dont dress Gothic.... But I am usually told I am Gothic... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]I have when people spurt out stuff about Goths... since I am pretty much Gothic in my thinking, not in my dress o_O, it peeves me over... The Texan thing doesnt really piss me off anymore... I know they are idiots, and they flaunt it well ;P... Besides that... I hate when people start about the looks of someone... Its whats on the inside you hard headed a-... cough... -Ken[/color]

[color=cirmson]Name: Ken Age: 16 Gender: Male Bio: Silent, and Strong at times, while being insanely funny and sarcastic at other times, Ken is the generally accepted as being the funny man... He has been through one hell of a life, hardships hitting him from every angle... Alone he is quite suicidal and cold, harsh on himself and on his body, his arms lined with scars from Cuttings with his own knife... Appearance: Spiked Black Hair, and Black eyes. His muscles are large from punching a old water heater he found and hung in his rooms, scars and scabs all across his arms.. His knucles are usually wrapped in bandages from the training with the water heater, which can go on for hours... He wears all black...[/color]

[color=crimson][i]Ken heard the voice of someone... He stopped dead in his tracks... [/i] Ken: Wait. Isnt that... ... !!... [i]Ken ran foreward and came out a few feet from the camp in some foliage. One of his guards were there, standing next to a stranger.[/i] Ken: Report? Guard: I heard something suspicous and found this dude... Ken: Who are you? *looks at the man* And What Are You Doing Near our Camp? Are you Friend or Foe?...[/color]

[color=crimson][i]As the campfire lept upward, seeming to dance, most of the Anarchist group were alseep. Only the guard and Ken remained awake....[/i] Guard: Something's amiss... Ken: *looks up* You say something? Guard: Oh, No Sir. Just something doesnt seem right. Its far too quiet, and with that howling earlier, my nerves are on edge. Ken: *nods* Understandable. I think i'll go walk the perimeter... [i]Ken walked to the second Man he had labeled as guard and lightly kicked him. The man yawned and got up, as Ken walked out of the clearing into the forest, the calm of the forest seemed to cut into his mind... The Guard was right... Something felt so very wrong about being here...[/i] Ken: *whispers to himself* Just calm down... You arent a kid... you've been through this before... Just stay alert... [i]Ken stopped and scanned, trying to peer through the foliage for a sign of anything more unusal... He saw nothing and turned, and began to walk back to the clearing...[/i][/color]

[color=crimson][i]Running thorugh the Temperate forest, Ken jumped over a root and continued darting deeper into the darkenss of the forest. He turned once, and once again, and arrived at a clearing, where he sat down, sweating and breathing heavily...[/i] Ken: ... Damn... Wolf Call... Sounded like a Hybrid... [i]Several men came out from the forest around Ken, and he nodded to them. This was their Anarchist group, 'Hallow Reasonings', HRx For short. They set up camp, listening to the howls of a wolf in the distance, the howl differnt in that it sounded of a Hybrid Call...[/i] Man: Boss, What is our next target? Ken: Well. We're gonna try to stop them from doing whatever with those big bad missles they have... And try to avoid Hybrids as much as we can... I cant believe they dont believe we arent trying to hurt them... Man: *nods* I see... [i]The wolf call echoed out again, sending a shiver down Ken's back... He looked upwards to a high peak, the wolf call seeming to come from there...[/i] Man2: Should we uh... Go check it out, bwoss? Ken: Nah... If it comes and attacks us. we'll be ready... you *points* and you... guard duty... take turns every 2 hours... rest of us, lets get some shut eye... [i]Ken walked to both of the people who he had selected as guards, there non enthuasim apparent... In a lone tone of voice, he began to whisper...[/i] Ken: That wolf hybrid comes within a half mile of here, and you know it... you sure as hell better wake us up... [i]Ken sat down near the fire, crossing his arms, not drifting into sleep, but just resting..[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]Name: Ken Race: Human Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance/Personaility: 6'5, Brown short hair, and black eyes. Wears a black shirt with the Anarchist 'A' written in blood on it, along with black-green camo pants. His arms are lined with scars from self mutilation, and his eyes show the pain of life. He can be somewhat intellectual at times, but he often hides it under a mask of insane happiness.... Special Powers: Necromatic magic, Sometimes demonic in form, and Earth Magic... "[i]Do you fear the darkness that is ever coming? Can you take, what I have never shown... My dear, its Satan you are accepting... As you walk down that hallow dark road...[/i]"[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by slasher [/i] [B] how can u be 13 and in the 9th grade?? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson]I skipped a grade when I entered homeschooling, thus most of my core subjects are in 9th, and a few are at the 10th grade level...[/color]

[color=crimson]I am afraid of heights... why? I have no idea. I use to be scared of large dogs, but now that I myself are referred to as 'Big Dawg' by friends I guess my mind reigistered it uncessary to be afraid of them at the height of 6'1. Besides that, I am not overly afraid of anything. Altho I am slightly nervous of Flight and Traveling by Boat, Simply because I havent been on many Flights or Boat rides. 2 Flights, and one TRUE boat ride... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]When you see a sticky thread created by Neil you know somethings amiss... and it was rules... o_O... Boy. This is kind of weird. To me. O_o... I guess after a hiatus i'll go back to RPGing... *shrugs* But what Neil said I agree with... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]When you see a sticky thread created by Neil you know somethings amiss... and it was rules... o_O... Boy. This is kind of weird. To me. O_o... I guess after a hiatus i'll go back to RPGing... *shrugs* But what Neil said I agree with... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]I watch it to just try to see a demon or something... Heh... its a great show... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]I let my emotions out in this one... Its a song... or a poem... Type Thing... About... I dunno.. Its a Meld of Emotions I have been told, and have felt... Thus the name.... -Chimera- Blinding Nothing, Screaming Muteness. Silent Screeching, and Bleeding Death. Skin Grafts, nuts and bolts, Bloodied pieces of long past memories. Clanking, Screeching, Screaming, Crying. Everything, Everyone, Seemingly Dieing. Make your way into the world, and see if someone notices you. Its a lonely thought of something special, Someone, Somewhere, Not alone. But yet again, Where are we, Inside a hellhole of self control? Can you find, your lost blood... Or are you still sinking in the mud of lost memories, Pleasentries. Sirens Going, Ever Showing Fateful thinking... Fadeing Silently, Crying Ferverently. God will come Tomorrow... With the Dawn of Another Day... Are you really sure... Everything will be ok?... The world is seeming quietness, But silent screams of something come from your mind. You wanted someone somewhere to care, But all you got was a cold stare. Are you really that blind? Can you really help me? Or are you stopped just short. Reality Is bending, Yet tis neverending. Unreal it seems, in your eternal dreams Living for something you can touch and feel... Something that is under your nose, But you cannot reach... It feels to right... But yet, it leaves you so empty... In it I bathe, The blood of the babe... I wonder if this crimson will stain, My already demonized brain... All I have to look for... Is another day... NOOOOOOOOOO... EVERYTHING FADES EVENTUALLY AND I CAN NO LONGER FIGHT THE DEATH OF MY OWN SOUL WAS THE THING THAT SEEMED SO RIGHT I CANT STAND YOUR SADNESS ANYMORE THE SELFISH ASSHOL-E YOU ARE CANT YOU SEE? CANT YOUUUU SEEE? ALL OF THIS SHI-T THIS SHI-T... YOU DID TO ME... ITS SO FUC-KING DARK AND I CANT REALLY SEE... DAMNED BY YOUR MIND AND CONDEMEND BY MY FEARS WHY WAS I MOLDED INTO THIS THIS FORM WHICH I SO HATE ITS SO HARD TO THINK WHEN YOU ARE NOTHING TO NO ONE ITS SO LONELY INSIDE THE CRIMSON HALLS THE DARKNED THOUGHTS, THE TEAR FILLED MEMORIES OF A PAST, A PRESENT, A TIME IN WHICH I COULD HOPE THE WHITE HOPE BLINDED ME I STUMBLED INTO A HOLE A HELL WHERE I RESIDE WASHING AWAY WITH THE TEARS I TRY TO HIDE I AM WORN, I AM RAW I AM GONE, I AM A DOLL PLAY WITH ME PLAYYYYYY WITH MEEEEEEEEee MAKEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SUFFFFFFFFFFERRRRRRRR YOU MOTHER.... FUC-KERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1..... CANT BREATHE ITS ALL COMING OUT IN A SMALL WRITING, IN WHICH I SHOUT TO THE WORLD THAT I HATE THEE AND FUC-K THE PEOPLE THAT RESIDE... IN YOUR DARK DAMP SHITFILLED SOUL I DONT SEE HOW YOU STILL HAVE CONTROL OVER THE MASSES OF PEOPLE THAT MAKE UP THE SEA THE SEA OF OLBIVOUSNESS THAT USED TO CONSUME ME Chimera..... The thing that I am... A meld of nothing and something...... A demon... And it consumes me...[/color]

[color=crimson]very Artistic and Poetic... quite Buetiful.. I like it... Heh... -Ken[/color]

[color=crimson]For My Full Name: According to the Red Book of Westmarch, In Middle-earth, Kenneth Andrew Howell was a Laughing Sackville-Baggins [o.o] Elven Name Possibilities for Kenneth Andrew Howell The root name suitable for feminine and masculine is: Nurgollo Another masculine version is: Nurgolloion More feminine versions are: Nurgolloiel Nurgolloien Nurgollowen Hobbit lad name for Kenneth Andrew Howell Hildigrim Tussock from Whitfurrows Hobbit lass name for Kenneth Andrew Howell Robin Tussock from Whitfurrows Dwarven Name for Kenneth Andrew Howell Trán Snowbringer This name is for both genders. Orkish Name for Kenneth Andrew Howell Ghaztrak the Strongclaw This name is for both genders. [/color]