The Vampire: Ed

The candles in the halls danced, and flickered making shadows seem to have a life of their own. As other "guest" either make conversation, or demanded their weapons Serge still stood in the center of the main hall. Serge was in no rush, to him he was still on death row and the clock was slowly ticking away. Not even the threat of death scared this man, but he had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach usually when he thinks something bad may happen. As he look around at the large dark portraits on the walls he sudden turned to the right coming face to face with another convict, slightly shorter than he. Serge look down at the guy's face, and suddenly the former inmate began to speak as Serge stared blank faced once again. Danny: Hey, my names Danny Williams. But you can call me Dan, or Danny. So what were ya' in for? Me, I was in for tapping the governments computers in the US mint. I was having money delivered to a certain place for me to pick it up, but it didn't take long for them to figure it out and bust me. But hey they got what they had coming to them. I mean I worked there for close to eight years, then they fired me out of the blue. Just like that. [I]*Snaps fingers*[/I] No special parting gift, no pension, NOTHING! Idiots! Anyway, want were you in for? Danny made contact with Serge's cold eyes, and his back went cold. Danny stood for several moment with his hand extended out to shake Serge's hand, but it never happened. Serge just began to speak in low harsh tone of voice still protruding with his Russian accent. Serge: You Americans talk to much. So Dan, you basically robbed the US mint? Danny shuttered slightly at the voice, and the look he was receiving didn't help very much. Danny slowly shook his head confirming what Serge had said. Danny: Yea, basically. So, uh want's your name? Serge continued leaving Danny in mystery of his name, but continued to taunt him about why his was imprisoned. Serge: So you're a hacker then? You do know that you are in a house full of murders don't you? Danny hadn't really given it a thought, and it was apparently obvious as he began to slowly look around at the rest of the people in the room. Danny just stared off into space thinking about it, suddenly Serge speaks again. Serge: The name is Serge. Serge turned away from Danny and began to walk down a long hall connected to the main hall, Danny snapped out of his trance and spoke again. Danny: Hey, Serge, what were you in for? Serge turn, and looked at Danny. Danny looking a little uneasy now that he realized he was in a room full of murderers, but his curiosity kept him wanting to know about Serge's conviction. Serge: Mass genocide...you have just meant the biggest murderer here, and you didn't even think about it. Next time if I were you I'd watch who you walk up to, because the next one could be your last. As for me, I am not here for conversation so next time you try to talk to me.......I'll rip your jaw off. Serge turned and continued down the hall disappearing in the dancing shadows as Danny stood wide eyed looking ready to throw up. Danny quivered, and shook in fear looking around once again.

Gambit was my all time favorite X-Man. I mean how couldn't you like the accent, and his way with the ladies? Plus I like his kinetic energy powers he use to throw exploding playing cards. :therock:

It was pretty good sometimes. I liked how he would "fly" away. :laugh:

The large Victorian house was a silhouette as the lightning flashed and cracked through the skies. Outside stood several of the participants, but one stood out as he was distanced from the group. His long white hair flowing in the wind, he prison clothes had been replaced by his clothing of choice. As he stared blank face at the menacing structure of the house, a man wearing a suit and sunglasses approached him. Both stared coldly at each other as another flash of lightning lite up the sky, slowly the man in the suit holds up a clip board and pen as he began to speak. Suited man: Who do we have here? Name please. Once again there was silence, and slowly the large white haired man began to speak. A partially thick Russian accent rolled of his tongue. Serge: Serge, Serge Schaufele. Suited man: Ah, yes. Serge, you were literally plucked from the jaws of death. I'm guessing you're feeling lucky? Serge slowly turned his head look away into the dark distance, and then spoke again. Serge: I was plucked from freedom, now leave me. The suited man was quiet as Serge began to enter the house, as did some of the other "guest". The doors creaked, as he pushed the large double doors aside and made his way in. The halls were semi dark as the only light came from candle all along the walls, as Serge stood looking around at the large main hall he could only think "This is my home now..."

Name: Lestat Color Armour: Black with red trim Gender: Male Age: 26 Side: Evil/Bad (what ever floats your boat) Weapon: Plasma Rifle, a Light Saber, Boomerang (Laced with poison, I whip it at people's legs and they fall down crying like little girls. Eventually it causes decay in limb thus causing them to fall off.) Bio: At the age 10 Lestat murdered his familiy, and "Why?" you may ask. Well, one Christmas his mother, and father had forgotten to get the one gift he had always wanted. A Super Soaker 2000. After opened all of his gift he realised that he will not be getting the Super Soaker he so desired, so that night he went into his parents bedroom and mutilated them with a butcher's knife. He was imprisoned until the age of 20, and after getting out he was recruited by the evil ones.

I hope I am not too late. I basically just joined the Otakuboards, so I didn't see this until today. [B]Name:[/B] Serge Schaufele [B]Age:[/B] 38 [B]Reason For Conviction:[/B] Acts of terrorism, and mass genocide. [B]Description:[/B] A large Russian man (About 6'4") with a semi-thick accent, long white hair with black streaks along the temples. His eyes are dark blue, and the dark bags under his eyes indicates that he rarely sleeps. A large deep scar runs down his face from the corner of his right eye to his jaw. He's a cold, and harsh man who feels pity for no one. His hands are covered with fingerless black gloves, and he wears black army/swat gear (Wesker style) covered by a dark brown trench coat. [B]Biography:[/B] Serge was an assassin for close to five years in his mid twenties, up until he turned 32 years of age he had been apart of a Russian army. When he reached the age of 32 he went free lance, and was hired several times by Umbrella for clean sweeps and recovery of important data. About two years later an outbreak occurred in an Umbrella facility, Serge was sent in to retrieve research data. But as he was exiting the city he was surrounded by military and FBI agents, he was arrested for terroristic acts and the slaughter of thousands. At first he was confused, but the answer soon came to him that he was set up by Umbrella to soften the pressure on their company. In fact because of his past ties with the Russian army, Russia's armies were placed with the blame. Serge was awaiting the death penalty in prison, until this opportunity dropped into his lap. A man with little fear, and nothing to lose. [B]Weapons of choice:[/B] A custom made gold plated Magnum with a black grip, various hand guns, as well as a sawed-off shotgun, and the combat knife

I'd say Im a loner. i only hang around with small groups of people. For some reason i like keeping to myself.