Angelus_Necare

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Be glad none of the Rpers are calling you up for not posting! I'm a bad bad person who hasn't posted yet...Serriously Demonchild, you're not twisting my arm hard enough. :animesmil Love ya lots, will post soon[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer nearly melted into Azrael as he remained comfortably still in his embrace. It was almost as if his father, the lord, was welcoming him back into his loving arms. Lucifer felt as if he were ready to weep, but knew no tears would come to him, perhaps someday, for this was only the start. He reached his own black wings around to meddle with Azrael's white feathers, quietly enjoying the moment as he old friend wept tears of joy into him. Although the moment was sweet it would seem that it had to be short lived, for some sense of dread lingered in the back of his thoughts. He pulled back from Azrael slightly, smiling and wiping tears from his cheeks. As much as he hated to break the moment, he sighed looking down upon the angel, "Do you feel that?" he asked, the feeling inside of him growing ever stronger, "She's dying." Azrael nodded slowly, sighing as he stepped away, "Is that who you went to see?" He asked, turning slightly, "Did you try to kill her Lucifer?" Lucifer shook his head, "No, I had nothing to do with it." His expression seemed a bit grave, "I just went to tell her what choice I made." He lifted his gaze from the ground, reaching out to pull Azrael into another quiet embrace, "You'll be taking her if she dies wont you." "Yes," Azrael nodded, relaxing in his arms, "It is my job after all." "I know, I know." Lucifer nodded, sighing again as he stepped back and spread his wings for flight, "I want to go with you." He paused, "and be there when you take her." he smiled slightly, reaching out his hand to the angel before him, "Let us go."[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer landed lightly on his feet, quietly folding his wings behind him as he looked upon Azrael. There seemed to be much saddness, such dread in his face. An expression that he had seen before a long time ago.[/color][color=darkslategray] "Azrael." Lucifer fanned his pristine wings to slow down as he neared the angel at the holy gates. He had been looking for the angel, slightly worried that he was so far from the throne of God, "where have you been?" The angel didn't give him an answer as he looked up from his feet, his eyes filled with sadness. He looked as if he had been crying, and this didn't make Lucifer very happy. As he neared Azrael he spread his arms and took in the crying angel, cradling him softly. "Dear, dear Azrael," He cooed, holding the crying angel in his arms, "Why is it that you weep?" "I've heard," He choked, burrying his face in Lucifer's chest, "I've heard of your attack against God." "This would make you weep?" Lucifer sounded a bit confused, "I thought you would be happy Azrael, soon we wont be his lowly servants. We will rule." Azrael looked up into Lucifer's eyes, the eyes once filled with joy and love were growing dark with hate and bitterness. His Lucifer was gone. "Lucifer," Azrael pulled away, turning his back with a slight shudder, "You know God will win." He turned back, a bit more stern now, "And if you don't stop he'll cast you down and shun you!" "Let him try." Lucifer hissed, his eyes growing narrow, "I thought at least you would understand Azrael." And with that he took off, leaving his good friend behind.[/color][color=darkred] He shook his head with a sigh, why was he thinking of that day now of all times? He smirked slightly, striding towards Azrael and taking him in his arms. "Azrael," He spoke, holing the Angel tight, "I will accept God's offer."[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Heaven? Was it really that simple? Lucifer didn't think so, there had to be a catch. But then again, Azrael looked so sincere. The sound of his voice before he left sounded so hurt, so filled with pain. He didn't want to hurt Azrael anymore than he already had. As much bitterness and hate that he carried in his heart, there was something that broke when he looked upon the Angel again. He sighed, throwing himself in a chair, tossing his head back and gazing towards the ceiling, finally doing something he hadn't done in ages. He decided to speak to God. "What is it that you want from me?" He practically asked his ceiling, "Why are you making me choose, I know you could strike her down just as easily. This really isn't fair to anyone but you..." He sighed, placing his hands over his face as his mind continued to work overtime, even much so that he started thinking about the past. And the people who were a part of it.[/color][color=darkslategray] Lucifer walked through hell, not paying much mind to the screams of the damned that echoed around him. He wasn't one for really watching or caring for them much, the damned humans got what was comming to them after all. He had returned to Hell brandishing a demon that had been making quite a mess in the human world. He was on his way out when something, or more like someone barred his path, making a leap at him. "Morningstar!" The damned one known as Reoan charged him, her only weapon were fists, "You bastard! Show me the exit!" As she neared him he caught both of her wrists to subdue her, but it made her thrash and scream instead. Screams of anger now mixing with screams of pain nearby. Lucifer had a hard time holding her, thus he cast her down with a loud crash on the ground, "Foolish beast!" He cursed at her, lifting his foot to stomp her, but she had already scrambled to her feet, keeping a slight distance. Lucifer grinned manicaly at her, noting her determination, "Who let you off your leash?" She spat at the ground before him, looking up with an equaly smug grin, "I killed the stupid bastard. You idiots don't have many things worth fighting in this dump." Lucifer smirked, wondering if he should strike her down right there. But he witheld his urges as he slowly approached Reoan, towering over the smaller woman. She glared up at him defiantly, not striking at him oddly enough. "You're to stay here." He said slowly, moving to sweep past her, his path being barred once again. He scowled down at her, beginning to loose his patience. "Tell me Morningstar," She grinned up at him, her eyes narrowing dangerously, "Do you know what it's like to taste revenge?" When he didn't answer she continued, "I want my revenge on heaven, we're alike, because you want that too." Lucifer's eyes snapped as he shot his arm out, back handing the guardian that stood before him. He absolutely loathed the fact that others felt they had a right to talk about his war on heaven, and hearing it from a damned creature such as Reoan wasn't making matters much better. He shortly regretted his actions as he looked upon the rather pitifull creature standing before him. Perhaps she was right in her own way, and that they were similar in their goals. He reached down to harshly grasp her chin, dragging her gaze to his, "If you want to leave Hell and cast war on Heaven, you must not ask of others like a weakling." He then let go of her and stalked off, nearly fuming inside.[/color][color=darkred] From that day on they had learned to cope with eachother, becomming a bit more friendly each time, untill Lucifer chose to leave hell for a long while. Then there was the meeting earlier today. He shook his head from the chair he sat in, standing and walking for the door. He couldn't decide now, he must talk to Reoan. He stormed out into the street, finding Azrael waiting for him, he looked as if he had been crying. Lucifer approached him and pulled him into a small embrace, "My friend, My lovely Azrael," He spoke softly, "I have not decided yet, I must seek council elsewhere." He backed away from him, spreading his own wings for flight, "I will come back for you." Those words hung in the air as he was already gone, seeking out Reoan, who seemed to be near the carribiean.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer leapt from his seat reaching Azrael at a unnatruarly fast speed grasping the angel's shoulders and forcing him into the wall. His eyes were wild and an uneven breath stirred in his lungs, "You lie," He hissed between clenched teeth, pushing Azrael harder into the wall. The angel didn't respond to the violent behavior or obvious pain that should have graced him. He was lucky, never knowing pain. Azrael shook his head at Lucifer, locking into his gaze, "I lie not Lucifer." He spoke gently, pushing back against the fallen angel, who let go easily, "The Lord offers you his forgiveness in this time of need. Reoan must be stopped at all cost." Lucifer scoffed, turning from the angel and stalking towards the center of the room, "So I have a price now? Is that all I am to you holy wretches? A tool to use at your whim?!" He turned, his eyes sunken and dark, "I will not be bought by the father just to be thrown away again!" "Lucifer," Azrael approached him, his eyes soft yet stern, he placed his hands either side of Lucifer's face pulling his forhead to his own, an angelic sign of affection, "My brethren, my old friend Lucifer...." "Azrael," He choked softly, sounding close to tears that would never come to a damned creature such as him, "I trust you more than the Lord himself. But why...?" "Because he still loves you Lucifer," Azrael spoke softly, his eyes closed, "Our Lord is forgiving, and he will grant you back into the kingdom of heaven if you aide us in the fight against Reoan." The two went quiet for a moment in their slight embrace as Lucifer's mind worked over the offer. He had a hard time grasping the concept, for all he knew within the past millenia was pain and detatchment from his creator. The chance to go back was enough to drive him mad with power, but what if he decided that's what he wanted? Power. "Seeking alligances with Reoan for the war on heaven would send you back to Hell." Azrael spoke suddenly, as if reading his mind, "The lord gives you this one offer, and only once." Lucifer pulled from his old friend, turning his back to him and crossing his arm. He cleared his throat slightly as he looked at the floor, "Tell him that I will think on this offer." Azrael, nodded slightly, hesitating before he left the fallen morningstar to think on his new descision.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer had set off to his swanky New York loft as the sun began to light up the human city. As much as he enjoyed the sunlight, it hurt his eyes and made him ill. He didn't know why either, thus he would spend his days indoors. His loft was decadent and rather expensive looking. It wasn't as if he needed any of the pricy sofas or tapestries that were a part of his home, but he felt that living in luxury was better than living on the streets in poverty. Of course none of this was free, he had to kill and lie quite a bit to get what he wanted in the human world. But it was not as if it was all that hard either. He sighed drawing the blinds to the windows and sat himself in a low black-leather coutch. It seemed the day was going to be rather long. Regardless of his situation for the day, he was indeed happy to see Reoan again.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Lucifer's grin grew wider as he was given a better veiw of Reoan. He was satisfied because his old eyes weren't fooling him. The actual rogue Guardian of legend was standing before him, aparently comfortable in her new skin. She had mentioned Azrael as she approached him, he smirked at mention of the angel's name. "I have already seen and dealt with him." [center][i][u]One Hour Earlier[/u][/i][/center] Lucifer had turned at the call of his name, imediately folding and dissolving his wings as he did. He smiled almost brightly as he took in the sight that was Azrael. He had not spoken to the angel in nearly a millenia and was feeling slightly reminiscent in his presence. "Ah, Azrael." He walked towards the being with arms generously spread, "It truly has been too long." Lucifer then made a grand honorary bow, something he hadn't done in ages, He then straightened and continued to speak. "What is it that has brought you back to this foul pit called Earth?" He asked, keeping a fair distance between the two. Lucifer was a strong being, but nowhere strong as he used to be, especially against an agent of God. He would flee if Azrael wasn't confronting him on friendly terms. "Still bitter I see." Azrael shook his head slightly, "I'm here to seek someone out, thus I'll be leaving you...." Azrael began to turn and leave as Lucifer grinned wickedly, "He sent you because of Reoan didn't he?" Azrael didn't answer yet still stood half-turned to the fallen angel. Lucifer edged closer, standing within touching distance of the heavenly angel. "I feel her here," Lucifer spoke merrily, "She's going to bring about a big change isn't she?" "It really is none of your buisness." Azrael then joined the conversation, "You've been through enough in your time, don't bring more upon yourself." "You sound as if you actually care..." Lucifer retorted, trying to win over on the angel verbaly, "But it matters not, I will involve myself as I will." Lucifer stood back, spreading his wings again, "Now if you will excuse me, I must meet with someone." He smiled before he took off, "I'm sure we'll meet again." [center][u][i]Present[/i][/u][/center] "Well if it isn't my favorite Guardian. What brings you out into Central Park in such modern clothing?" He asked, strolling towards her. "Out for a walk, trying to find what keeps you so interest in this world with all its change." She answered with a smile. "Oh you know." Lucifer began, now standing over her, "These silly little humans amuse me much more than Satan ever could." The two shared a gentle laugh as the morning sun lit the still sky. They then stood in silence, both reguarding eachother in their own quiet ways.[/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]Blaring horns, flashing lights, wailing sirens and deep throbbing music littered the streets of the city that never sleeps. Good old New York, where the chaos never stops. Around two or three in the morning an auto accident errupt on the corner of 23rd and broadway east, involving a taxicab and a brand new mercedes. It seemed that no one was hurt, but the owner of the Mercedes was slightly imbued and was now being carted off to the nearest station. The bastard could then sleep off the alchohol and think about what he had done. "Bloody humans." A deep english voice muttered upon the accident, "They never die the way I want them too." Lucifer pouted moodily, perched comfortably about twenty stories above the scene of the accident. He had been watching and waiting for something, anything, exciting to happen. But it seemed to him that New York wasn't the cesspool of crime and death that it once had been, thus giving him little option to stay put as long as he had. He sighed standing, turning to access the service elevator so he could return to the streets unnoticed. It wasn't proper to expose oneself so blatantly in the human world, even if it was late at night. He grinned smuggly at how easy it was to catch few unsuspecting angels as they flew about this world, oblivious to the attention they drew to themselves. At least it made his job easier. Lucifer had been assigned a rather peculiar job in his years as a nearly free Angel. He had been instructed to capture and sometimes eliminate rogue Angels and Grigori. More often than not, he was instructed to capture Angels that escaped Heaven, rather than deal punishment on the spot. If the rogue angel had then been cast out of Heaven, he was instructed to keep a close eye on the fallen, and make sure that none of them had gotten out of line. Of course then they would unfortunately be under his jurisdiction... Lucifer stepped out onto the quiet streets, neatly plucking the pleats of his blazer in place and checking the cuffs of his shirt. He looked terribly sharp wherever he went, and prefered only to wear the best of fashions when he decided to wander about the human world. He was nearly five blocks before anyone had the gall to bother him. It was a random group of Grigori who obviously didn't have a clue where they should have rather been. There were three altogether, dressed in human streetwear. Although they could pull off the apperance from a distance their great size and bulk make them look a little strange. "Hey!" One of them called to the others excitedly, he trailed Lucifer's right side, "This guy smells like Hell!" "So what's up Hell-dwellin' scumbag!" Another jeered at him, comming up to his left side. The third and largest stood in Lucifer's path, preventing him from walking any furthur. "Yo Hell-spawn, this is angel territory!" he spoke, crossing his massive arms in front of him. Lucifer looked at the ground, biding his time. "Did you hear him asshole?" the one on his right shouted. "Just go back to where you came from before we put ya there..." The one on the left snickered, grabbing the fallen angel's forearm. "Angel scum" Lucifer spat, wrenching his arm away, "Get lost." "Or what? You-" The large grigori in front didn't have time to finish as Lucifer put a hand through his chest. The being landed on the ground with a dull 'thud' as the other two stepped back surprised. "I'll say this again, Get lost." Lucifer spoke, baring a feral grin. The one on his right took a mighty leap backwards to the other side of the street, and dissapeared without a trace. The other stood frozen to the spot, fearfull of the being that stood before him. "Y-You, you're the morningstar" He stuttered, backing into a brick wall, "The one mighty cherubim, the- the-" "The fallen." Lucifer finished for him, advancing on the young grigori. While not acting so cornered anymore, the young one decided to lash out verbaly. "You can't get away with this Demon! God will stop you!" He shouted bravely. Lucifer gave out a deep menacing cackle. "Oh really!?" He thrust his hand forward, into the young grigori face, dealing him a rather quick death, "Where is your god now?" He stepped away from the two corpses and pondered chasing the third down when he smelled blood on the wind, along with a scent that he had not caught in a good few years. [i]"Reoan...?"[/i] He thought, spreading black wings and donning a disspleased look, [i]"Who let you out of Hell?"[/i][/color][/font]

[font=garamond][color=darkred]This all sounds very amusing and tickles me deeply, I can't wait to see what you're going to come up with Blackjack. I've been waiting for the right comic-esque RPG to sink some teeth into. Being a Scorpion Corp member, I think I can muster up a smidge of evil for you. Keep the ideas flowing and keep us posted![/color][/font]

[font=Tahoma][color=darkslategray]Jude had been sitting idly at the conference table for several minutes now. His current attention was picking dirt from his fingernails as he sat hunched over his small stack of papers and propped up by his elbows. He would occasionally lift his gaze to look at Riggs and somewhat nod, so it looked like he was listening. he really didn't care for the specifics, and was damn sure someone would sum up events to him after the meeting. It's not like details were going to matter when they had to go out into the feild. Find out what's wrong. fix it. That was basicaly as exciting as their missions got. Jude faltered in his deeply intense act of not paying attention when he heard mention of the Beatles. He knew who the Beatles were. Hell, who didn't? He wasn't particularly a big fan, but he knew that his parents were. He had his name as proof of that. He vaguely remembered his mother holding him close as a child, cooing that gentle piano tune as he drifted to sleep. [i]"Hey Jude.. Don't make it bad.. Take a sad song.. And make it better..[/i] Jude shuddered deeply, forcing the thought from his head. The last thing he needed was to look utterly disturbed or emotional in front of his comrades. This time he decided to lift his head and actually listen to what Riggs had to say, if anything at all...[/color][/font] OMFG!!!1!!1 Its teh Glove!!!1!! LOLZ!1!!11! L00k, I poSt3d! Ok, I'll stop that now :animeswea

[size=1]Yes yes, I am finaly posting my signup, So I'm not going to get yelled at anymore, yay! I've also decided that I do not wish to hold the Aries spot anymore, but if still needs to be filled by the time the story starts, I will gladly take it.[/size] [font=garamond][color=darkred] Name: Lucifer Height: 6' 1" Weight: 192 lbs. Age: He appears to be in his early twenties but has existed since the creation. Apperance: Lucifer is a lanky, lithe being who holds a slighter figure than a fighter would poses. Keeping true to his former angelic form, he does not hold a definite male or female appearance. While Lucifer usually carries himself in a very masculine manner, it is not difficult for him to change his manerisims to that of a female disposition. He is fair skinned and lovely in a sense, only when he does not let his bitterness or corruption show through. His pride is his length of ash black hair, midnight wings and his assortment of dark fashionable clothing that he addorns when he walks the human world. Race: An Angel of the fallen variety. Position: As of now Lucifer remains neutral, although he leans more towards the powers of Hell by still holding a grudge against God. Power: Nega- He can manipulate negative energy around him into a physical form and use it as a projectile. This method does not work if there is no Negative energy at his disposal. Brimstone- A holy power of old that is usually forbiden for Lucifer to use, he undergoes a great amount of suffering each time he uses it. Weapon: none Bio: Years and years before Adam walked among the beauty of Eden, or before his creation was ever contemplated, there was a being created by God. This being was blessed with the name of Lucifer. Lucifer was for a time the most blessed and praised creation of God, blessed with golden hair and pristine wings. He stood between God and the other angels, acting as the highest choir possible. This did not settle with Lucifer however. He wanted to be worshiped by the other angels, and steal a bit of God's spotlight. But this would no do, for it was against God's will, all creatures and angels were to worship and look up to him only. Lucifer's dissobedience was ignored for a great while as God planned to create a new world with new beings that would eventually become his most favored creation. This infuriated Lucifer and he confronted his Father God, crying out his disspleasure in these creatures that would be known as humans. He said that he and his bretheren came first, and should be greater than the humans. This however, was not so. As it were, the Angels became servants of the humans. This only angered Lucifer furthur as he began to place seeds of distrust and lies in the minds of the pther angels, some beleived, and some did not. Those who did joined Lucifer's war on God and were struck down by Michael and his Angels. God, infuriated by the actions of his once favored Angel sent him below to hell where Satan resided (for Satan and Lucifer are not the same beings as it is thought). There Lucifer's pristine wings burned into a midnight coal and his hair singed into a darkened ash, he was miserable and punished for his actions by Satan himself, who took pleasure in defiling one of the greatest creations God had wrought. Eventually Lucifer had repented for his harsh actions, but was not done for his betrayal. He would forever be condemned to earth and hell, keeping the fallen angels and demons in line. He would be the keeper of the damned, and made sure that none of them would do anything against God's will. Now Lucifer wanders earth, Seeking out fallen angels or rebelious demons that have strayed from the flock. He is rather placid in this age, not nearly as reckless or easily angered as he was in his youth. Lucifer however holds a deep resentment towards heaven and God for what he had to endure, plus he rarely ventures into Hell for what he was punished for there. Lucifer walks the line of just and wrong very carefully, doing his job and never meddling in the affairs of heaven and hell unless neccesary. Things remained the same for centuries untill he came across the likes of Reoan, a guardian that sparked his interest when he was near her. This interest wasn't sparked by lust or inklings of love that were emotions he purged years before. It seemed more an interest of her rebellious disposition that reminded him of his old ways. Her presence gives him an odd feeling of reminiscence that he finds quite appealing. It was to his absolute delight to find that she had been banished to Hell. There, he would occasionaly keep her company, or watch her being tortured from a distance. Now, when he's not around Reoan, he's out doing his work, or contemplating his existance. Lucifer will not merely greet anyone with open arms, angel or demon. He holds a deep resentment towards humans, and one would do best to stay far away from him. He is not looking for affairs of love or romps of lust either, Lucifer merely toys with fragile emotions because he finds it fun.[/color][/font]

[font=Garamond][color=Darkred]Name: Fern Cordella AKA: Mahamari Age: 32 Gender: Female Appearance: [URL=http://animamalus.250free.com/kate_hawk.jpg]Fern "Mahamari" Cordella[/URL] Personality: Fern is quite adept to being alone and doing things by herself, although she secretly craves interaction and attention. She rarely comes off as clingy, because it is not proper, yet will constantly try to interact socialy as much as she can. While being prim and proper all the time, Fern usually comes off as a gentle old english woman that's a result of her traditional upbringing. Although she is a bit naive, Fern has a sharp and acurate thought process that would dizzy others within moments. She is a child of logic and science, always looking for reasons and always thinking about something, allowing times of absent-mindedness. Fern may be a bit far off in the sensible mind area, but that doesn't mean she's stupid. When the occasion is called for, she will buckle down her attentions and become frighteningly intense. Most other times however, she is a pleasant woman that is void of malicious intentions who is loyal to a deadly fault. Bio: Fern was born to Duke Ashton Cordella and his young wife Cynthia in a secluded english villa nestled in the eastern India Jungle. How her family came to live there is a story in itself. Ashton Cordella fell in love with and courted with Miss Cynthia Tudor years before in North York. While the two families disscouraged the courtship with each breath and barbed tongue, the two ignored their scathing families and planned a getaway. Ashton whisked his bride with child away to India into an old-fashioned villa that was inherited by a favorite uncle of his years before. There, young Fern was born and raised by her loving parents and the servants that attended to them. While the villa was rather secluded, it offered little contact to the outside world, thus, it was all that Fern knew as a child. It didn't bother her in the least, she did become a bit lonely at times, but her thirst for learning from others was a something that could rarely be satiated. Durring the day, when her lessons weren't in session, Fern would wander about the estate, listening to stories from the servants and building quite an imagination. Thus she created quite and imagination in her young years. When she grew a bit older, Fern decided that pretend was a bit old fashioned for her and that exploring the jungle around the villa would suit her just fine. This did not settle well with her father Ashton however, and he insisted that she learn how to defend herself were she to wander around in the wild. At the age of ten, Fern began to train in the art of the english sword by her father. She was a fast learner and took to her training rather seriously as she excelled in her skills. By the age of fifteen she could best her father and any of the servants in a dueling match, thus earning her the right to explore the jungles by herself with her own handmade English sword. The wildlife about the villa was sparse, and wasn't something Fern cared to investigate, it was just a nice change of scenery for her and allowed her to expand her horizons. She remained a relatively innocent and happy young girl untill she returned to the villa one evening to screams and gunfire. A tiger had snuck into the estate and was killing servants by the dozen, only seeking food due to lack of prey. Once faced with the beast, she could hear her mother scream in horror as it lept in attack. Without any thought Fern did what first came to mind, she drew her weapon and struck the killer down. At that instant, Fern felt an indescribable rush through her blood, that the kill was something she would soon come to crave. Soon after the defeat of the tiger, the servants of the household gave Fern the nickname "Mahamari", killer in their native tongue. She liked the name, and thought it suited her well. When Fern had reached the age of Twenty-three, she decided that it was time to leave India, and find a way to use her skills effectively. For a short while she took up work as an assasin in America, but was soon shucked away as her boss was conered and killed by an opposing clan. It was then when she was Twenty-seven that she heard of a man who rulled a clan by the name Nanashi-X. The man appealed to her as she decided to seek him out and offer her loyalties. What she found was unexpected. The man turned out to be quite kind and caring unlike previous bosses, and somehow reminded her of her father back in India. She created a bond with him, and promised to remain loyal until she died to protect him. Weapon: "Excalibur Ghost" a two sided English style sword made with Japanese Metal. Allience: Nanashi-X[/color][/font]

[font=Garamond][color=darkolivegreen]"Splendid day for battle, isn't it Harris?" "Aye my lord, that it is..." Lysander smiled down upon the skirmish that lay before Damion's kingdom from a nearby hilltop, listening to the faraway cries of pain and anger and watching distant battles unfold. The Rebel army seemed to be making a small yet powerfull impact upon the soldiers loyal to Damion. This all made Lysander scowl and 'tisk' as his mount shifted uneasily under him. It seemed that he would have to aid his new lord sooner rather than later, proving how weak he was against the average commoner. Lysander shook black locks from his hair before he turned to his man-servant Harris, a fair man of only one and twenty, but wise beyond his years. "Let the troops rest here, send fifty to battle, the rest will wait on my command." Lysander spoke smoothly, turning to look over the battle again. Harris nodded, averting his auburn gaze to the ground, "Aye my Lord." He spoke softly, turning to a general to transfer orders, "He then turned back to Lysander, "Any furthur instructions my Lord?" "Yes, You shall accompany me with five guards to the castle," He tugged at the silk gloves on his hands boredly, "I must have a word with Lord Damion on this matter at once." With that, Lysander drove his steed down the hillside and on the outskirts of the battle, aiming for a rear entrance to the castle. His guards and Harris were not far behind as the rest of the ordered troops stormed towards the battle on steeds to assist their King's men. Lysander assumed that the distraction would give him time to slip into the castle unnoticed. His assumptions prooved true as he soon found himself, Harris, and a few less guards than he started with dismounting in the courtyard. Lysander strode into the castle ignoring any hand servants that tried barring him from Damion's quarters. The noble had soon found the doorway to his Lord's rooms and threw them open with ease. He stormed into the room, finding his King in bed with a young woman whom he did not recognise, although she seemed a bit startled at his entrance. "Damion!" He shouted at the man in bed, not responding to any of the noise errupting around him, "Your soldiers are loosing their battle and here I find you bedding some Whore!" Sarah jumped to her feet, a furrious glare in her eyes, "Out!" She screamed, not willing to take any gall from the rude noble, "Your King needs his rest and I will not stand for that title which you have so carelessly spat." Lasander was now faced with an angry woman who obviously was not intimidated by him at all, yet the fact that she was so guttsy made him smile. He backed away and gave a short, curt bow, "Great appologies my Lady," He said rather demeaningly as he sent a chilling glare at her, "Please allow my lord to rest, but inform him of his shortcommings as a ruller..." Lysander cast one more dissapointed glance at the bed before he swept from the room, now off to find what could be done to keep the well being of the castle in tact.[/color][/font]

[size=1][font=tahoma][color=darkslategray]"Oh, quite a bit disturbs me..." Adrien spoke, rolling over onto his side and opening an eye to look about the room. When he spotted Alex and Sarah he grinned, getting to his knees and abandoning the sheet to the bed. He smiled and gave his goodmornings with touseled hair and completely in the buff. "Bonjour, la Maîtresse" He nodded to a grinning Alex, then turned to a redening Sarah, "Bonjour" He then stood and strode across the room, as if his nudity didn't exist. He didn't speak another word untill he had his pants in his hands. "I trust you slept well Sarah?" he asked, sliding a leg into his jeans. Sarah hesitated for a moment, averting her gaze as Adrien put his clothes back on. "Er, yes, I did....Um..." She paused, not recalling his name, "Mister....." Adrien walked up to her, sliding a hand around her waist and kissing her forhead playfully, "Monsieur Adrien Lemont, but you may call me Adrien." Sarah pulled away, smiling curtly, "Yes, Adrien." "Hard to imagine that you'd forget it..." Adrien walked to Alex, making the same goodmorning kiss before turning to Sarah, "...You were screaming my name a lot last night." Sarah paused, her face growing red as she made a small nervous noise in the back of her throat, staring a burning hole in the carpet. Adrien laughed lightly, swagering towards her with his gentlemanly charm, "Je plaisante, I'm kidding." He lifted her chin to meet her gaze, "I was the perfect gentleman and you were a pleasant cuddle. Nothing more." And with that, Adrien strode to the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.[/color][/font][/size]

[size=1] :animenose: Wow, these posts are getting intense, guess I'll have to do my best to compete. [font=tahoma][color=darkslategray]Adrien cast one last glance at Alex before he strode from the Hall, merely avoiding eye contact with the others. It was a shame really, That he wasn't allowed to talk to anyone else. Adrien saw himself as a blooming socialite, his mistress ordering him not to speak to anyone put a small blemish upon his hopes for the games or any other mischeif he had in mind. As he made his way around the mansion in search of Alex's room he vaugely remembered that he had left his bag in the main foyer. His steps paused but he shrugged the thought off as he knew that there were plenty of butlers and servants running around that would have swept it away by now. Adrien sighed, knowing that he wouldn't even see his own room well untill tomorow morning, yet the prospect of spending the entire night with the vixen that he would call [i]Maîtresse[/i]. He smiled, reaching a door with gold lettering that spelled out "Alex"[/color][/font][/size]

[size=1][font=tahoma][color=darkslategray]Adrian smirked at the folded card that lay before him. It seemed that this game was to begin and come about full steam. He set his fork aside and picked up the card in front of him, making sure that no one could see what was written inside. He glanced over the instructions at least twice, his eyes growing wide at what was printed. Adrian snorted as he tucked the card away into his shirt pocket. It seemed that things would become [i]very[/i] interesting sooner than he thought. He cast a dull look to the Irish woman beside him who had introduced herself Alex, he then grinned and decided that this task before him could not only be menial to himself, but very embarassing to her as well. Adrian slid out of his chair and onto one knee, taking the young woman's hand in his and lightly brushing his lips across her knuckles, "Je suis le vôtre, la Maîtresse." He purred deeply, looking into her eyes and licking his lips. Alex quirken an eyebrow and withdrew her hand, "Excuse me?" Adrien stood, leaning over her and placing his mouth close to her ear to speak. This all seemd deliciously fun to him, and he couldn't wait to get started, "I am yours, Mistress." he whispered before licking the rim of her ear. Judging by Alex's reaction, she couldn't wait to start either.[/color][/font][/size]

Filling a noble spot that you asked for... [font=garamond][color=darkolivegreen][u]Name:[/u] Lysander Regall Menius [u]Age:[/u] 30 [u]Height:[/u] 6' 2" [u]Weight:[/u] 195 lbs. [u]Gender:[/u] Male. [u]General Appearance:[/u] Lysander stands tall over most normal men, yet holds a delicate and slender frame, not one for brute strength but agile flexibility. Although his slight frame may give off the impression of being weak, his tall and straightforward posture disproves all doubt. Lysander is addorned and pridefull of his length of ebony hair that reaches well past his shoulders, the front frock of which usually hangs in his deep and currious jade eyes. He is generally fair skinned, his dark hair contrasting sharply with his soft snowy skin, occasionally flushed a delicate pink at an embarasing moment or a passionate encounter. Lysander strives to appear flawless at every appearance possible. Which leads one to beleive and know that his wardrobe is not only extravagent, but also impecible. His clothing ranges from flashy and bold to proper and modest, but never plain. Lysander's taste in fabric ranges from silks to cottons, refusing to wear anything that would make him incomfortable or bothersome. [u]Occupation:[/u] Lysander Regall Menius is a loyal Noble with a huge distaste for Slaves and Rebels. [u]Bio:[/u] Lysander was born into the rather powerfull and weathly Menius family as the third son to Elizabeth and Aurus Menius. While Lysander wasn't as cherrished as his two brothers, Darius and Samuel, he found other means of gaining respect and recognition from his parents. He pushed himself to excell in learning and knowledge, while his brothers spent their days hunting or sparing with eachother. In time Lysander's knowlege grew superior to his brothers, whom he veiwed as dim and unworthy of the family head. It was then, as a teen he began to plot his brother's deaths. The eldest son, Darius wouldn't prove to be very easy to finish off when Lysander's plans went into motion. While not being detered by Darius' strength, Lysander concocted a plan to take down the stronger young man. He had led his brother into the family horse stalls, shoving him into a pen of easily spooked horses. He merely told his parents that Darius slipped, and could not be saved from the trampling hooves. Samuel, Lysander's other brother would come to die in a much easier manner since he was relatively weak. Lysander stilled his other brother's heart by placing a pillow over the boy's face as he slept, bringing death through suffocation. Lysander's mother, who was already ill at the eldest son's demise merely wasted away herself at Samuel's death, leaving only Lysander and his father Aurus to manage what was left of the family. In following years Aurus grew bitter at his family's demise, always placing suspicion in Lysander, but never voicing it for fear of his own death. Aurus grew old and grey over time, and when it was time for him to die, he voiced his anger at his only living son, and soon to be master of the Menius weath. "Lysander..." Aurus spoke weakly from his deathbed, "You killed them, you killed them all didn't you?" Lysander merely smiled at his dying father, leaning over the old man to whisper a wicked, "Aye." into his ear. Thus Lysander was left to rule alone. Before Damien's rule Lysander placed great power and mediocre respect for the standing king. Although he didn't feel that the king was doing all he could with the power given to him, the Noble still stood behind him for appearances. However when Damien came along, Lysander was quick to change sides, seeing great promise and power within the boy. A power that he could use to his advantage. In Damien's rule, Lysander does all he can for his king, not out of a deadly plot, but for a general liking towards the boy. he sees Damien as the younger brother he never had, one that could be shaped and made into something great.[/color][/font]

[size=1]Well here I am, thanks for inviting me. [color=darkslategray][u][i]Earlier...[/i][/u] Adrian stood with his head slightly tilted to the side as he looked over the large mansion that was spread before him. He had watched the estate grow larger as the limo that drove drove him mad its way up the drive. now that he stood before the Mansion he really handn't any idea how big the place really was. he let out a low whistle before he swung his bag over his shoulder and walked up to the main doors. The frenchman had decided to dress rather casaully for his arrival, no need to show himself off so soon. A green partially buttoned shirt and designer jeans seemed to suit him just fine for now. He kicked at the steps as he strode up them, removing dirt from his shoes before he lifted and dropped the door knocker. After several minutes of inactivity he decided to just invite himself in, pushing open the heavy wooden door that seperated him from the normal world and the supposed fantacies that awaited inside. Adrian walked over the threshold into the main foyer, not really noting any life wandering about. He dropped his bag in the middle of the floor and called out into the empty hall. "Bonjour? Est-quelqu'un ici?" he called in french, receiving no answer. Perhaps English would receive a response , "Hello? Is anyone here?" Still, no answer. Adrian huffed impatiently, abandoning his bag in search of people. He neared a wing that looked reminiscent of his own family's Dinning entrance when he heard the quiet murmur of people. He came upon the dinning hall, a grand room with gold ceilings and ornate chandeliers. A white haired man dressed in the finest of clothing nodded to him from his seat at the head of the table. Adrian grinned, taking in the man's lushious appearance, [i]"Ah, le Maître...The master"[/i] He thought to himself, striding to the nearest seat he could find, not breaking eye contact with the man who would controll his fantacies. He found a seat next to a young red-haired woman, whom he regarded silently before she began to talk to him in a most flirtatious manner. [i][u]Currently[/u][/i] [i]"this shall be an interesting visit indeed..."[/i] he thought, nodding and smiling to the woman named Alex.[/color][/size]

[center][color=Palegreen][size=1][b][u]Name:[/b][/u] Marlin [b][u]Age:[/b][/u] 23 [b][u]Gender:[/b][/u] Female [b][u]Weapon:[/b][/u] Black Magic [b][u]Abilities:[/b][/u] Marlin holds the generic Black magic skills such as Fire, Water, Lightning and Ice. One other skill she has experimented with is Bio. [b][u]Personality:[/b][/u] A Boisterous, loud and carefree socialite would best describe Marlin on a good day. On the oposite end of the spectrum one would find a horrifyingly short tempered recluse who would just as soon burn anyone to dust rather than listen to their sensless drabble. Fortunately, Marlin is a rather even tempered person who can be prone to mood swings in either dirrection, but doing so is a rarity for her. Marlin holds a very small amount of nobility towards others, and would rather look after herself more offten than not. It isn't to say that she's irresponsible, it's that she's usually to lax to take care of anyone else let alone herself at times. [/color][/size][/center]

[color=darkslategray][font=tahoma]Jude glanced around the auditorium boredly, his attention drifting nearly every five minutes. Hell, he didn't need Araby of all people to tell him something was wrong. All logic of the situation could have been pieced together from what went on earlier in that damned arrival room. [i][u]Six hours before[/i][/u] Jude pulled himself upright from the floor shortly after a collision upon his arrival. He glanced to his left, catching Eleanor's perturbed glare as she demanded to know what was going on, not speaking to anyone in particular. He smirked slightly at the irritated collegue, feeling quite the same about the sudden interuption. Jude hunched his posture and shoved his hands into his pockets while donning a snarky grin on his face, "Thanks for seeing if I lived through the landing Miss Maxwell." He called to the girl who turned at mention of her name. "You'll get an appology when when it's NOT my day off..." She answered with a snide yet friendly smile before turning away again. Jude shrugged before another person collided with him, Julia Stanley. She was someone he vaguely knew, but he put a hand on her shoulder and nodded to her regardless as she greeted him. All attention was then drawn to the vid screens and even worse news. The kind of news that would ruin your day off and make you piss yourself in the process. Nope, this wasn't going to be a good day at all. [u][i]Auditorium[/i][/u] Jude yawned behind his palm, shuffling down furthur into his chair as he caught random phrases and comments from Araby. He sighed when Araby brought up quarter accomodations. It wasn't that he had a home outside headquarters, it was just that he had been used to living alone in the dorms for nearly two years as his previous roomate decided to leave the TCD. Oh well, easy come easy go, he was sure that whoever he was placed with would make his life moreso interesting rather than miserable. Hell maybe he'd be bunked with a woman... "...Diamond, Forsythe, Hayes, Henderson, Jones, MaBelle, Maxwell, Rhodes and Stanley please report to Director Riggs immediately." Araby spoke from the podium. The mention of Jude's name made his ears perk and his random thoughts of female roomates diminish as his brain began to work at a new currious question. Why was he being assembled with other agents under Riggs jurisdiction?[/font][/color]

[size=1][color=darkslategray]Asbury park was rather serene in the early afternoon. Children swung cheerily on the swings and chased eachother about over the spring grass. Young adults either walked side by side or took residence on a park bench, pairs oblivious of the world around them. A flock of pigeons took bread from a kindly old woman in an overcoat and hankecheif cap, peering gently at the birds through her aged horn-rimmed glasses. Jude often forgot how beautiful the natural world around him could be. [i]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/i] "Oi Lad, You gonna take yer move?" A graying old englishman seated across from the younger TCD agent. Jude blinked being harshly withdrawn from his gentle daydream to face the task before him. The reason he had ignored his duties as he did every so often was to come to Asbury park in search of a challenge. Once a week, Jude Hayes was a comander of an army, an army of tiny white and black chesspieces. It was a refreshing break from the monotony of the TCD agency that he seemed damned to for a good portion of his life. Thus, he snuck out once a week to this haven of his, to releive his tired body yet give him the opertunity to keep his mind sharp. His playmate today was an old geezer of a man. A wiry senior who seemed penchant for tweed trousers and columbian cigars with patience that lasted just about as long as a snowflake in hell. He tilted his head back to gaze through half rimmed glasses at the board below him, occasionally running a hand through his balding patch of gray situated near the back of his head. He cast another impatient gaze at the TCD agent, who was merely a bit more than a stranger before pulling the stub of his ciggar from his yellowed mouth. "You still 'ere?" He asked gruffly in his lazy english, promptly replacing the stogey to his lips. [i]Tick. Tick. Tick.[/i] Jude reached across the board set between him and his opponent to slide his black Rook over to an unwary white Bishop then taped the top of the ticking chess clock, now switching the time away from his turn. Arnold McKenzey glared at the young man seated opposite him. He didn't really know who the spry stranger was, but was bored enough to decide upon challanging the renowned Asbury park chessplayer. Still, he couldn't understand how a shabby-looking punk of a man could possibly hold the skill required for such a sophisticated game. Arnold carefully looked over the man across from him, sneering a bit at what he saw. The young man was dressed rather lazily, his white dress shirt loose in the front yet meticulously tucked in the back of his black trousers. He also noted the young man wearing a long black jacket, the lapels of which had a vauge deep blue stitching that seemed bizzare and unnescesary. A loose and crooked tie finished the shabby ensambel that mattched a rather shabby person. Arnold sneered at untidy black hair and the boy's deathly pale skin that sported an unshaven face. The stares on Arnold's behalf stopped when he met blazing green eyes that were intently focused on him, The lazy posture across from him slumped as the young man smiled. "Time's ticking Sir..." He spoke slowly, smoothly. One of the few sentences that he actually spoke since they began playing. Arnold hastily set forward his Queen in attempt to capture the opposing King, muttering "check" as he slapped the button on his side of the chess clock, once again switching times. A ghost of a smirk fluttered across Jude's face as he saw the final move towards his victory. He reached for his Rook, grasping the riged castle-like top as his hidden beeper blew into a violent explosion of noise. Before Arnold, or anyone within a ten foot radius realised what was happening the sound suddenly began to diminish as it moved farther away, Jude running with it. "OI!" Arnold spat the ciggar from his mouth and stood shouting, "You fergot yer chess set!" The noise had spooked Jude terribly and sent him to his feet running before he realized what he was doing. It seemed that he was prone to loud noises as he removed himself from it more often than not. Regardless, he ran as fas as his lungs would take him from normal eyes before he fished for the red button that would bring him back to headquarters. With a loud pop and a flash later he had found himself skidding into the arrival room, physically coliding with someone who had arived not a moment before he did. He cursed silently to himself gazing bemusedly from the floor, it seemed today was not going to be his day.[/color][/size]

[center] [color=darkorange][font=georgia] [i]God blesses those whose hearts are pure, for they will see God. --Matthew 5:8[/i] The cemetary was relatively quiet that evening, spare the low hissing of a spraycan. A dark figure croutched near inner the southern wall that skirted the parameter of the graveyard, spraying neatly lettered script onto the wall, 'REPENT' glistening in the moonlight as a message on their back. Various curses and poorly sprayed phalic images were now covered by the quotation of Matthew, a simple yet decadent design of black and white. "A holy phrase for a holy place," The tagger spoke, standing to brush malard strands from her face, "All's well again it seems." Allie Johnson, more commonly known as "Cross", smiled at her work. The offensive images on the plaster wall had been restored into a normal religion-theme once again. Allie sighed at the thought of those who would have the gall to cover her work as she looked down the long stretch of wall covered with other bits and pieces of her previous scrawlings. Regardless of who trespassed upon her teritory, she had righted things and would make sure to keep a carefull eye out for oposing taggers in the future. those who took care to respond to the crosses and wings on the outside of the North Tusket Cemetary would know that this was her stomping ground. Unless it was a troupe of teenages not street wary enough to keep their distance or their sprayings to themselves. It was not Allie's nature to harm others for their crimes against the unspoken tagger law, but she would not take it lightly were she to catch anyone covering her work. "Be not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good." Allie mused to herself distantly, remebering why she had taken to the streets in the first place. She tried not to let the past creep into her thoughts as she crept quietly up the rows of clean tombstones (spiritual or not, no one dared tag a gravestone), being carefull not to disturb any of those that slept there. She swiftly made her way to the entrance, hopping the high front wall that was also covered with her sprayings and landed on the street below, stalking away into the darkness. The night was young, and there was plenty more work to be done. Allie wanted to inspect the now abandoned East-side Tusket chapel and graveyard, to see if there were any walls to be salvaged inside or out for her purposes. The tiny chapel had recently been declaired unsafe by the City building council and was left for ruin by those who owned it. Allie imagined that the chapel itself would serve as a better source of shelter rather than her recent place of residence under the eaves of tombs. Plus, there were clean walls among the headstones, begging to be covered by her scripture. She thought of putting it off until a better night presented itself, but she knew a gang would claim it and ruin her chances at furthuring her reputation. So she strode up the streets, hidden under a hooded shirt and swishing along in dress slacks covered by a short skirt. Her Red boots clunking along with each step, up odd alleyways, trailing to the chappel.[/color][/font][/center]

[size=1][color=darkslategray][u]Name:[/u] Jude Hayes [u]Age:[/u] 28 [u]Appearance:[/u] Jude is a rather lanky and lazily postured man who would appear much taller were he to take the time to stand up straight. He's constantly plauged by dishevelled black hair and a five O' clock shadow that never seems to shave away. Although Jude may hold the apearance of a lifeless husk of a man, his brilliant green eyes sparkle with a youth that not even time could dull. The clothing of choice for Jude is a variety of dress shirts and slacks, worn rather carelessly although he prefers comfort over taste. [u]Bio:[/u] While not one of the more conventional feild agents, Jude was chosen for travel to the sixties due to his years experience. Jude's been around the block a few times so to speak since he gratuated from the Academy. His training duration was unreasonably short as he flew upwards through the ranks with a steel determination that normaly went unmatched. Jude soon secured a position on the T.C.D. and continued to go on with his chosen career. Jude says little, if anything about his upbringing. In most cases he'll avoid the subject all together. [u]Personality:[/u] Jude isn't what you'd call a social butterfly. What may seem antisocial to some is just his way of keeping to himself. Jude won't assert himself personaly into any situation, be it trivial or vital unless absolutely necesary. This isn't to say that he's shy, He's really quite the oposite. Jude has issues with being bruttaly honest at times and somehow lacks the social skills particular to tact. If he ever does say anything unpropper or malicious it's usually due to the fact that he knows no better and rarely has means to insult anyone. Jude is kind most times, but a bit awkward when it comes to showing deeper emotions. [u]Position:[/u] Jude has been assigned a technical operators position for most of his missions, but what he longs for is a secret operatives position.[/color][/size]

[size=1][color=deepskyblue]If you want to hear the song Bane was singing, [URL=http://starmen.net/jonk/misc/ptddarock.mp3]Click here[/URL] And no more major changes without my permission first thanks.[/color] [color=orange]Carmen glared down the stairway after Bane, clenching her fists angrily, "That Idiot!" She hissed before throwing herself into one of the pilot chairs. The rest of the crew stood quietly, not quite sure if anything could be said in the situation. The Hellish red surface of Mars gleamed beneith them in the morning sun. Its brilliance growing smaller as the old finshing boat puttered away from the planet to a new destination. The ship as a whole seemed a lot more at ease in less gravity and less likely to fall apart. Carmen felt a bit light herself as the gravity stableizers probably weren't replaced before the ship was sold. Jakob walked forward to gaze out at the space before them quirking an eyebrow in silent though, "Where did Bane say Boris was? Abaddon?" "Yeah," Carmen answered pulling a ciggarete from the carton and placing it behind her ear for later use, "Why you been there before?" Jakob shook his head, "Nobody's been there for a while, the colony was destroyed a few years back." "Then why would Bane tell us to go to a place like that?" Jame asked crossing his arms and taking a seat in the other pilot chair. "He probably thinks it's still there," Jakob turned again to look out the window, "He has been isolated in prison for a while now, there'd be no way he could know." "Well there goes our only lead..." Carmen moaned slouching low in the chair, "Any other ideas?" "I heard the residents that survived the crash were transported to the colonies near Venus as refugees." Natalie added, "I think the Sunev Collony might be a good place to start.." Carmen nodded, reaching over to the controll pannel to tap in the new instructions for the ship to take. The new destination Sunev. "Now," Carmen began glancing at Jayme, "How about some breakfast?"[/color][/size]

[color=deepskyblue][size=1]Well, Chapter two is now up and running. To Sonata, If you somehow come accross this message I'd like you to know that I'm going to wait one more week (Feb. 15th) for you to post in the Adventure square. Not doing so will give me the impression that you do not want to participate and your character will be removed from from the RPG. Thanks, and have fun everyone![/color][/size]