PiroMunkie

[size=1]Somehow I knew this would start before I could get around to signing up. -__- [b][u]Category One: Your Online Character[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Minus [b]Character Base/Type:[/b] Knight [b]Weapon/s:[/b] [u]Zero[/u]: A purely customized scythe that can serve many purposes. In general, the solid black shaft runs six feet in length and is one and one-half inches in diameter. The entirety of the shaft is textured lightly for grip. Probably the most outstanding feature is the four blades found two at each end; all of which can retract to the shaft letting the entire weapon double as a staff (which is how it remains when not being used). Each blade it exactly two and a half feet in length. The bottom edges of each blade are sharply serrated, while the top of the blades come to a fine, smooth edge likely to cut through most objects like a hot knife through butter. The top edges also feature a solitary protrusion that stretches back. At last, the shaft of the scythe can separate in half upon choice of Minus to work as two separate weapons. (see attachment, *hopes it is not too much*) [b]Appearance:[/b] Minus stands tall at six feet, ten inches, and while finely cut when it comes to muscles he is very thin for his height. He was intentionally designed this way for greater agility and flexibility with the complex weapon he possesses. His gloves were programmed as such that they would not be cut if come in contact with the blade of his scythe. (see attachment; just imagine facial detail and such, lol.) [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b][u]Category Two: Your Real Life Character[/u][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Natali Pyllen [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Occupation:[/b] Senior in high school; works at a pawn shop. [b]Location:[/b] Omaha, Nebraska [b]Biography:[/b] Born and raised in Omaha, Natali has always been a tomboy. Even as a child she would rip off her clothes if her parents tried to put her in a dress or anything remotely feminine. She was one of those kids in grade school and the early years of high school who were made fun of by the other class ?mates?; what made it worse is it was really easy to do, especially for the guys. She always got it from the guys. More than often in her life has she involved herself in fights with the boys who would make fun of her because she dressed in men?s clothing. She did not always win them. Even if she did not, she still made her point that not only does she dress like a guy, but can fight like one too. When she came to be the age of eleven, she took heavy interest in gaming; more specifically, any game that had any kind of combat violence. While these were very sparse at the beginning, they came up more and more often as she got older; she has played every one of them. She uses her job at the pawn shop to bring in the money to pay for everything, she also does a lot of art, which also brings in some cash when a piece is chosen to be published. The most recent focus in her life now is The World. She attained it only a month or two after its debut release. As with any gamer, she started off very slow; more often than not running into battles she could not always win. Through trial and error experience, she has nearly perfected her character?s current abilities proving a formidable opponent for most. The release of The World also gave her a small collection of friends at school who were into this as well. [b]Personality:[/b] She has an apparent tomboy arrogance of ?anything you can do, I can do better?. This came from the constant tormenting in grade school from the guys. Despite her general spite of men, she is not a feminist. She is just who she is. Her violent, cocky, humorous, and sarcastic tendencies poured into the mold of her character in The World, obviously her tomboy persona became more than dominant as well. Overall she is a good person to hang out with, just do not anger her or she will pull out her ?shut up, or get up? attitude out and cram it down your throat. Even though she is rather cocky, she remains level-headed so should not be taken as a blind-sighted person. She is very aware of herself and her surroundings. [b]Interests:[/b] Gaming, art, loud ?obnoxious? music, chains, bladed weapons, violence, movies, peanut butter, fire, and staying awake.[/size]

[size=1]Before we start, once again here is the list of those who made it. Just so there is no confusion. ? [b]PiroMunkie[/b] - Sheridan Donall Tremayne ? [b]Medra[/b] - Gus Bailey ? [b]Havoc[/b] - Brandon Stallion ? [b]Panny Chan[/b] - Le'vana Monroe ? [b]The Harlequin[/b] - Yvonne Dara'nei ? [b]AJeh[/b] - AJ ? [b]Raiha[/b] - Sayuri Okimura ? [b]Jesus Chicken[/b] - Dave Grohl ? [b]Raquel[/b] - Rayne Amnell ? [b]Queen Asuka[/b] - Victoria Aelyne ? [b]Sara[/b] - Riven Arcane ? [b]Juuthena[/b] - Terrance Demè[/size] [center][b][color=red]C h a o t i c L i f e[/color] [size=1]Freedom. Youth. Love. Anarchy.[/b][/center] There it was. The city of Iron Hand. Perhaps the city's most distinguishing feature would be the old road of stone the encompasses it. From a bird's-eye-view it appeared to be a rather busy and bustling place, full of skyscrapers, tall buildings, bright lights, streets, cars, people... you name it, it is there. Though, not even the birds cared to look at the lower side of the city. I suppose they cannot be blamed. It is not the prettiest sight in the world, but it is my home... and not by choice. If I was a bird, and in many desperate moments I wish such a thing, I would not look at this part of the city either. Hell, I would not even fly within sight of this place. It is a thorn. A thorn that which every time I try to pry it out of my side, it drives itself deeper in. The part of town I live in, the part that no one looks at, seems to be the very tip of that thorn. At times I could swear it drips a poison... Despite all of the torment Iron Hand brings me, there I was. Sitting within my bedroom of my run down, but worthwhile home. I live alone. My mother and father used to live here as well, but, needless to say, they are... no longer with us. I have been toiling at my artists desk working on sketches of images I see when I dream. Let me reiterate the "[i]when[/i] I dream". Sleep is not a friend of mine, but when it does cover my eyes in its dark shroud, it shows me things that I might even argue are worse than this city. Though it is my theory that it is the city that is the creator of what I see, not me... I would never put myself through such an experience intentionally. The only thing that seems to help me get over these images is seeing them on paper, so there I was. The lead in my pencil by now was run down to a very blunt tip. An ocean of crumpled paper lay strewn all around me on what used to be the floor, while pinned, taped, and stapled up on the walls were hundreds of drawings on different sizes of paper that I had done before. I started when I was ten... What was up on the wall was not even everything, there is a trunk in my closet full of more. If a stranger, or someone who had never been in my room before, were to walk in, chances are the first thing they would notice is that none of the drawings have color. All are done in by either ink, lead, or a neutral paint. My... dreams, if one would call them that, do not appear in color. Never in color. I scoffed as I threw my pencil to the desk and stood up abruptly placing my hands on my hips staring down at what I had done so far. It was crap is what it was. I clawed the sheet of the desk, smashed into a little ball, and threw it at the floor. My hands came up to cover my face as the slowly rubbed and stretched the tense skin. I had been sitting at the desk for several hours with nothing to eat. My hands came to a stop and I peered through my fingers out of the window that rest not far above the desk. It was dark out still. Removing my hands from my face I glanced at my watch. It was early... [i]early[/i] morning. Not too long after midnight. I gazed once more out of that window and let my eyes focus on a green light that shown through a window of an old factory off in the distance. Every muscle in my body relaxed, and I felt as though I were going to drop to the floor. I would have done that, but I could only fear that I would fall asleep. This light, though, it always kept me awake. Not saying that is a bad thing. I have always enjoyed looking at it. I have never visited it, so I am unsure as to what it actually is, but it never ceases to soothe me. It brings me calm even in the most stressful of times. There I stood for several minutes before I was able to drag myself away and move out to the kitchen. There I fixed myself a quick peanut butter sandwich with a bag of chips. I just sat on my couch as I ate them. It was a quick eat, so when I was done I put the chips back in the little pantry that I had. I then poured myself a glass of water and walked out my front door taking a seat on the front step to the house. As I took a sip from the glass I looked up to the sky. The moon was only half-full, but it still shined brightly. To my disappointment, there were no stars out this night. Before I knew it, the water was gone. With a quick snap of the arm the glass that was once in my hand was now soaring through the air only to come crashing to the street shattering into hundreds of little pieces. It was okay... it was not even my glass. I stood up from the steps and walked further out onto my yard. The grass had not been mowed in months, so it provided a nice cushion to me when I layed down. That is where I decided to remain until morning. I knew the moon would keep me awake, it has always been cordial enough to keep me company in my thoughts. I do not care what other people say; there [i]is[/i] a man in the moon and he is my friend...[/size]

[size=1]I could swear that tall structure on the right was on the left... but perhaps I am mistaken. Either way, great work Sara. Looks like it took quite a bit of time and patience.[/size]

[size=1]Celts own your soul... o.o [b]Name:[/b] Doyle Kendall [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Weapon(s):[/b] Supernatural abilities; a one or two-hand, custom design battle axe. [b]Ancestory:[/b] Celtic [b]Area:[/b] [i](since you never responded to my PM, I am going to have to keep this general, I suppose)[/i] He can never find comfort in one place. He is a wanderer who ends up where his feet take him. [b]Sex:[/b] Male[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Sheridan Donall Tremayne [b]Nickname:[/b] Dan [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Appearance:[/b] Dan is around six feet tall with a slender, lanky build; roughly between one hundred thirty and one hundred forty pounds. His eyes are of blue and grey, shadowed by straight, brown hair that falls roughly an inch or two below his chin. He most often keeps in back in a pony tail unless he is relaxing, which, for him, is a rare commodity. His pale complexion is covered by an assemblage of black, loose fit jeans with a dark colored shirt of either solid color or sporting a band of his preference. He always wears boots of some kind, and over it all is a military-green trench decorated tastefully with random buttons and patches. Around his neck he wears a thin, metal-beaded chain from which hangs a Celtic pendant showing the hound of Cuchulainn (see it [url=http://www.geocities.com/finneyianrodney2000/Bw15.gif]here[/url]); a family heirloom. Along with that is a thicker chain made from two interlooped choke collars (for dogs) held together with a small, but heavy padlock that needs a key to open. His right wrist has a studded bracelet and another chain that loops three times around. His left has a watch and a couple bracelets made from spare pieces of rope. On his left pinky finger he has a Celtic Torc (three rods of metal twisted together), only modified smaller to fit the pinky insted of going around the neck. At times he may apply some dark eye-liner, and more often black nail polish; but that is as far as he usually dives into cosmetics. [b]Character Sketch:[/b] Sheridan Donall Tremayne has been born and raised in Iron Hand, and he has hated every moment of it. His heritage is purely Celtic, and much pride is taken in Sheridan from this. Since he was born, he has always been a wild child. He came out of his mother's womb kicking and screaming; his mother once told him that she even recalls him laughing. He was born in an old, abandoned warehouse not far from his so-called "home"all those years ago. His mother and father were enjoying their exploration of the place, even while pregnant, when it came time to give birth. Sheridan's father knew it was useless to go to a hospital, the nearest phone was at least a block away and their house was even further. So he delivered the child on his own. Considering the surroundings in which he was born, his mother found it truly odd that he would be such a lively and laughing newborn. No one that she knew within the city was even full of as much spunk as he was at that time. This was her base for her choice of name, Sheridan Donall. Sheridan means "untamed", and Donall means "stranger". Just for general knowledge, Tremayne means "from the town encircled by stone". When Sheridan was ten years old, his father passed away because of cancer. This was a major turning point in Sheridan's life. This is where he "grew up"... at such a young age. He became very melacholy, but never lost his wild spirit. He just showed it through acts of random violence and delinquency. By age thirteen he had been brought home by the police more than any pre-teen's fair share of times, and every time the police forced a payment out of them just for having to deal with him. He also used local concerts to filter his energy and agression. At such a young age, he often came home beaten and bruised, but his mindset was that what did not kill him only made him stronger. His mother could not stand to see him this way, but she always kept silent. She understood Sheridan's emotional conflict, and in such a low part of town, there was not much else he could do. She trusted that he would never do anything too horrible to himself, and he never did. He has never resorted to any harmful drug, legal or illegal. He does not intentionally, phsyically hurt himself. Knowing this let his mother die at ease of old age when he was seventeen. Present day, Sheridan lives by himself in the house he has always lived in. It is not much: a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room which goes right into the kitchen, and one open basement beneath it all. Aside from his music and art, he only really owns what he needs: food, clothes, and shelter. He works at a run-down, but surprisingly well-run, music store about a mile from his home. He does not yet have a car, so he rides an old bike everywhere he goes that he needs to get quickly. Otherwise he walks. He is still the wild child he always has been, he is more or less over his father and mother's death. Through many nights of thought, he came to terms with many existential thoughts. So while he still commits random acts of violence, he does it more out of amusement rather than aggression. Nothing in this part of town is worth keeping anyway, which is why the police never really bust him for anything he does. He knows that, and thrives in the idea of going around the law. Not saying he does not do damage to "important" things, he just has never been caught for it. His companions are sparse, but they are there. The most significant of which would be a girl named Victoria Aelyne (Queen Asuka). She lives about six blocks from Sheridan. They first met when they were only children of about five years of age. Both ran into each when they were escaping from their home. Immediatly they became friends. While Sheridan did not come from a family with the kind of problems Aelyne's had, they still were able to understand each other wholly. She was never quite as delinquent as Sheridan, but never had a problem with anything he did. More often than not she was right there with him. He made sure, though, that the police never brought her back home because he knew what would happen. If they were both caught, he would lie and say that she was his sister, so they both were returned to Sheridan's house. His mother would always make fun of the two of them in a hopeless romantic sort of way; friends in childhood, partners for life. They always sincerely denied it. Niether has current feelings to be anything more than friends, but that was just how his mother was. She always had high hopes for Sheridan. She knew he is meant for bigger things. Upon all other things in his life, Sheridan pushes to escape. He has lived in Iron Hand far too long for his liking. He is eighteen, and this would be his last year of high school. He does considerably well in his classes, not necessarily because he wants to but because he knows the better off he is in school, the better chance he has at finding something outside the city. He was not meant to be put in such a small, oppressive space. As large as the city as a whole is, it serves no purpose but to keep him down. He is sick and tired of it. [center][b]¤----------[/b][/size]X×X[size=1][b]----------¤[/b][/center] *sigh* With that out of the way, here is the list for those I chose to participate: ? [b]PiroMunkie[/b] - Sheridan Donall Tremayne ? [b]Medra[/b] - Gus Bailey ? [b]Havoc[/b] - Brandon Stallion ? [b]Panny Chan[/b] - Le'vana Monroe ? [b]The Harlequin[/b] - Yvonne Dara'nei ? [b]AJeh[/b] - AJ ? [b]Raiha[/b] - Sayuri Okimura ? [b]Jesus Chicken[/b] - Dave Grohl ? [b]Raquel[/b] - Rayne Amnell ? [b]Queen Asuka[/b] - Victoria Aelyne ? [b]Sara[/b] - Riven Arcane ? [b]Juuthena[/b] - Terrance Demè And that is that. For those who were left out, do not complain. I have nothing against you. There is always the possiblity I may let one or some of you in later should the RPG begin to fade with participants. I want to thank you all for signing up, I was rather pleased with the number of people that did. I shall see all of you who I chose in the RPG. With that all done with, you all just have to wait for me to type the beginning post. So that will be up as soon as I can get it up.[/size]

[size=1]I am not really all that much of a "chick band" fan. Very few have ever really pulled off a decent sound, in my opinion. Personally, I do not really like the Donnas, so that was not the best comparison for you to make. I do not know... Kittie was fairly decent. The Distillers (not an all girl band but the vocals are) are pretty good, though I can usually only listen to them for a while. The Devotchkas are probably my favorite "chick band". If you performed greatly, then that is good. Weezer is an okay band. Buddy Holly is a good song. Though, chances are I would have still criticized you, or if I actually found the performance decent there would be constructive criticism. I am finding it difficult to imagine a girl band singing that song. *shrugs* I think the thing that irks me the most about "chick bands" is that they usually get that feminist air to them. They do not shut up about how they are all/mostly girls and they are in a band. That right there can turn me away from listening to them. They are a band just like any other band, the fact that they are all girls does not mean that much to me. If they can pull it off, then that is great; but do not gloat about it...[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Medra[/i] [B]Only thing I can pick out is the German flag-looking box in your last one. What the?[/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Subliminal messages. Duh. ^-^ All great artists use them... well... all greatly [i]disturbed[/i] artists... o0 Anyway, considering they were done in Paint, I would have to say they are pretty good. Though it is pretty easy to tell how you did them, which it is more exciting if I cannot. Though a thumbs up just for putting such a limiting program to some worthwhile use. (It still pales in comparison to Photoshop, though ^_~)[/size]

[size=1]Not too shabby. Definitely not the greatest thing that I have ever seen, but it is pretty good for a start (without using pictures anyways). I cannot say that I can recall any of your banners with pictures, so I am not sure if this is better or worse than what you have done, but it is good.[/size]

[size=1]Oh... heh, yeah. Sorry about that. ^_^;; I was just looking for some moose... >> Heh, do not worry about it. Obviously, who or whatever it was obviously did not care enough to try and break the door down or know how to pick a lock. So chances are they were not even armed. So upon sight of you they probably would have ducked out of there. No worries. Hakuna Matata.[/size]

[size=1]Having a 56k modem makes things load slow. So, when I saw this much of the image: [img]http://www.otakuboards.com/attachment.php?s=&postid=382924[/img] (image has been scaled down) I thought it was a nude woman from the back, sitting and huddling over her knees with her hair hanging messily down... o_O But then it turned out to be you, lol. It is pretty nice I suppose. fairly two dimensional, but good all the same. It could do without that cross chain thing, though. It just seems to interrupt the picture. It seems incoherant.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by calumon_luver[/i] [B][COLOR=deeppink]I can't deal with it..My hamster TJ, died. The cause of death unknown..*bawls*..[/COLOR][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Well, at least you know he died. I had a hamster when I was young. He was getting sickly, I suppose, but he was still alive. I came home from school one day and he was no longer in his cage. My mom told me that my dad buried him or something like that... alive. So, during many lonely and mentally dangerous nights, I can only wonder if he is still alive where ever he is. My dad could have at least let him die first. Good times with him... pooping in my sister's pockets and all... heh. ^_~[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by BabyGirl[/i] [B][color=deeppink]Simply because you lost your first true love doesn't mean that you should wallow in your own sorrow; it's almost human instinct to want to be happy.[/color][/b][/quote][size=1]*marks self down as unhuman* I understand everything you said, as I have thought of situations like that many times before, but I cannot seem to come to terms with the thought of replacing something so important. Hypothetically, let us say that I have loved a person, and for whatever sensible reason they are no longer with us. I [i]could[/i] find another person, and I could like them greatly. Though, I do not think I could ever bring myself to say that I "love" them. In no way could they ever transcend the level of emotion I had for the first person. Who knows, though? I have never really been in that situation, and have no assurancy that I ever shall be. If I did happened to find myself in such a situation, it may be different. [i]I[/i] may be different. I suppose only time will tell...[/size]

[size=1]I would have to agree with Semmy. I do like it, but it could look colder. I like how the text blends with the "ice", as well as the hint of an orange-ish color in the background to go against the blue. Overall, it looks like it could be the logo to something, but could probably use a little tweaking.[/size]

[size=1]I came up with the general idea for it when I saw this photo that a person I know at school had. It had a hand on it, and I liked the photo, so it was stuck in my head all day. So, that night, I decided to scan my hand and make something of it. That is what ended up as my product. I want to try and scan my face next... but I know I am going to need a second person to do the clicking of the mouse. o_O[/size][quote][i]Originally posted by Syk3[/i] [b]Possibly the only thing you could do is add a text in that shade of blue that you use with the hand. I'm not sure how it would look together, but it wouldn't hurt to try.[/b][/quote][size=1]I thought about adding some text, but I was just not really sure what to put, where to put it, or if it would really make sense. The graphic is fairly abstract, and some text I believe would just throw off that feeling unless I horribly distorted it. So I decided to let people draw their own conclusions and messages. I showed it to my journalism teacher today, because I registered to work on the newspaper staff next year, and I would like to do work with graphics and such in it. He first said, and I quote, "That's the balls!", lol. In other words, he thought it was really good. He mentioned that it would be neat to have a poem go along with it, or some kind of story about any kind of spiritual healing.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus[/i] [B]Anyway I don't really know much about love, or sex for that matter so I can't comment very far.[/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Well, you see, when a two people fall in love -- or just feel like having a good time... or are just doing their job -- ... well, they do stuff, and that is what sex is. :p On the actual subject now, from what I have read it seems that anything most (if not all) of you have said falls more under infatuation, rather than actual love. Now, personally, I cannot really define "love", nor do I really care to. Love is not simply an infatuation; it may be part of it, sure, but there is so much more. There has to be, or else any two fools that have ever found themselves infatuated with the other can say they have been in love. By the way that love has been implanted to be in my mind, it is far too exclusive of a thing to be that random. A majority of those feelings that you people have mentioned do not necessarily work. A stalker could have those same emotions, but that does not mean that he or she loves their stalkee. Love is a two way street (as are other ideas). I am far too cynical when it comes to love. I do not accept it as an existing truth. Right now, in my mindset, I cannot see myself ever telling a person that I seriously love them; even myself. This might just be a spawned idea from my hatred of emotion in general (hating emotion... I just realized how ironic that is...). Love is far too ambiguous of an idea to take any importance to me. I am not going to waste my time wondering whether or not I actually love a person, because I know that somewhere else in this world someone has to be contemplating the exact same thing, and they are going to say "Yes, I do love this person", and the next thing they know is that they are out of the relationship. I just save myself the trouble and tell myself "No." It is going to take something much larger than my mind can possibly handle to make me believe that I would actually love a person, and by that point I would probably be quite insane and not really know what to do at all. I would probably end up scaring that person off a bit. Just typing about this right now is making me question a lot of things relating around the general topic of like and love. Never in my life have I ever come across people who I would say that they are truly in love. Not my mom and dad (obviously, since they are divorced), not my step-mom and dad, not my mom and step-dad, not anyone. Ever. When people tell me, or I overhear, that they "seriously" love a person, the first thing that pops into my head is "Liar". I could probably go and kill either one of those two people, and sure the living person would probably hate me, and they would be sad for a while. Chances are they wll eventually get over it and find someone else. You cannot just find another person if the one that I killed is the one you truly loved, and yet they hate me for it. It is so much easier to hate, than to face one's own overwhelming ignorance. Though, perhaps I am just too damn skeptical. Perhaps I have already idealized my view of love and just do not know it, and I shall not let anyone say otherwise. *shrugs*[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by AJeh[/i] [B][b][size=1]That is awesome. But what really freaks me out is that on the right, I swear I can see someone.And they look as if they have that hand extended out.[/b] freaky..[/size][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]You know? I noticed that exact same thing earlier today when I was looking at it. I found it pretty odd, lol. I can assure you that there is not person back there, though. ^_~ *wiggles fingers spookily*[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch[/i] [B][color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]All of your works are good, though. Now, if your ego is the size of Texas, or Canada for that matter, I'm on my way.[/color][/size][/font][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]I would say my ego is more the size of Liechtenstein, lol. Some maps do not even show that country...[/size][quote][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve[/i] [b]The Hand of God....[/b][/quote][size=1]Oh my god! I am... GOD! Heh, that is my hand. ^_~ I scanned it. Obviously it is scaled down a bit though... Thanks for your comments.[/size]

[size=1]Well, it has been a little while since I put up a piece of graphic artwork here. This recent piece, that remains unnamed, is a little project I did for my art class at school for this art sale we have. So some poor sod might buy this, whereas you can have it for absolutley free (as long as proper credit is given ^_~). This was actually three days late, because I had no idea what to do. All together I would say it was about half and hour to forty-five minutes of work. I am rather happy with the way it turned out. I showed a prototype of it printed out on normal printer paper to my teacher today, he seemed to like it. So I took it on a disk to a some photo place where they printed it off on a glossy white paper. It looks neat. ^_^ Anyway, here you are. Feel free to name it whatever you like.[/size]

[size=1]Well, I would say he is a little looney, but I would not call him a moron. It was at the East Kaioshin's demand that Bibidi sealed away Buu. The only reason he did is because Majin Buu was getting too powerful for even the likes of Bibidi to control. This was all long before Babidi came back and ressurected Majin Buu. Babidi, since then, has had the time too become more powerful; assumably even more so than his father. Babidi had the power to control Majin Buu, but he just lacked the knowledge of being fully aware of what he was getting into. He gave Buu too much free will, thus allowing Buu more independency which lead to Maijn Buu's mutiny. So Babidi did have the spiritual power to control Majin Buu, just not the authoritive power. He was not dictating enough towards Majin Buu. He could not enforce anything. I mean, at points he was even intimidated by Buu. I would say he just did not know what he was getting into. He at least had a motive. A moron would not have a motive.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mighty mandy[/i] [B]Well i think their appearance makes them villians. For example Frieza is a evil looking changling with a weird voice ok? whoo[/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Appearance has minimal impact on the villainy of a character. If you have ever seen either Vampire Hunter D movies, you would know this. D looks very much like he could be a villain, but is not. On a DragonBall level, just look at Majin Buu; more specifically when he was Fat Buu. He was like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Aside from his tendency to get mad and randomly destroy things without a care, one could not really tell that he would be a villain. Take a look at some of the androids as well. I would say that, aside from Android #19 and Android #20 (aka Dr. Gero), they could all pass as protagonists. Though, Super Android #17 might be a little iffy. As you can see, appearance is not much of anything in determining villainy.[/size]

[size=1]It is unfortunate that this modern live action movie could not get the proper rights to the series. I have seen those images of the Hong Kong movie before, and I must say they are quite disturbing. Hopefully, even with the generic names (which I do believe are derived from the original legend on which the DragonBall series was based off of), whatever company is making this movie can still hold true to the look and overall attitude of the characters, and at the same time get some decent effects for when ki is used. And... Yamucha will not have a... parrot. *shakes head in shame*[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by JCBaggee[/i] [B][color=red][size=1][font=arial]2) Buu has the ability to regenerate and heal himself, so all he had to do was learn how to transfer that ability to another person. Surely not too hard, even for Buu.[/color][/size][/font][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]Unvariably, this was my theory on the whole situation. It is true; Babidi did create Majin Buu for the sole purpose of desruction and chaos. Babidi, despite how he appears, is not the dumbest person, though. He knows that, should Majin Buu ever receive damage, Majin Buu is going to be able to heal and regenerate himself. It is quite apparent that he pulled this off really well; just look at when Buu was ambushed by Gotenk's Super Ghost Kamakazi attack. Majin Buu was a mess, but was still able to take shape once more as if it had never happened. One thing that Babidi did not count on is that Majin Buu would become compassionate. So Buu has always been able to heal and regenerate, he just never used it on anyone else but himself until he became more warm-hearted. Of course, this is just in theory, but it makes the most sense to me over anything else. The whole thing with absorbing the Kais may have just strengthened the power. As pretty much all of you have said, we shall never really know.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Mitch[/i] [B][color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]Gah. That wall paper is [i]ugl-uh[/i]. The only redeeming factor is the Shy instant message, as per usual. ^_^[/color][/size][/font][/B][/QUOTE][size=1]You must not forget the Hobbes icon as well. But yes, that is a truly horrible desktop. O_-[/size]

[size=1][b]Ajeh:[/b] Thanks. =P [b]Juuthena:[/b] Heh, it is not bright because I am not bright... figuratively speaking. I am glad you like it. [b]Ken:[/b] Erm... I do not suppose I would onject to that, lol. We shall have to wait for Tortor's response. ^_~ [b]Sara:[/b] They appear more dangerous because [i]I[/i] am dangerous. ^_~ And yes, that is a trenchcoat. [b]Tasis:[/b] Thankems. And yes, that was a fun chat, lol.[/size]

[size=1]Here is my desktop. Nothing too special. It is my temporary one ever since my sister figured out how to alter the desktop. Now we have to switch off every month. o_O It is a good thing I saved my design...[/size]