Corey

[color=003333][size=1][i]Ok. This is the second installment (the last? That depends on where this one goes) of my Black Horizon RPG. The people that have made it into this little foray are as follows...[/size][/color] [list][size=1]Dagger IX1[/size] [b](Helena Bahbem[/b]- [i]Strategist)[/i] [size=1]Baron Samedi[/size] [b](Nathan Rahl[/b]- [i]Security)[/i] [size=1]Lynx[/size] [b](Van Ambrose[/b]- [i]Physician)[/i] [size=1]Raiha[/size] [b](Lilia Sethen[/b]- [i]Communications)[/i] [size=1]Radaghast[/size] [b](Sam Tiller)[/b] [size=1]sweet reyes[/size] [b](Trini Angelos[/b]- [i]Medical Assistant)[/i] [size=1]KnightOfTheRose[/size] [b](Allen Chubb[/b]- [i]Captain)[/i] [size=1]Skedy[/size] [b](Adam Faulkner[/b]- [i]Engineer)[/i][/list] [color=003333][size=1][i]Any not on this list that suddenly decide to make an appearance in this RPG will be roughly handed over to the moderators. Anything the moderators do to you will be between them and you. *shifty eyes* Ahem... Ok, the first few posts all of you make will deal with making it to New Madison. New Madison is in northern California, so please keep that in mind. Let's get this thing rolling. Good luck and disturbing dreams.[/i] --- Allen sat there in row 6 seat d, a window seat, of a cross country hopper plane. The solar powered engines thrummed steadily under his feet, every once in a while speeding up or slowing down depending on turbulence. He had his forehead pressed against the window, small beads of sweat dripping down his face. Every second he drew closer to New Madison, and [i]'his[/i] new ship. He hadn't even been told what color the hull was painted... [b]Allen-[/b] "Clueless...." That's what he was... And that's what scared him the most. He was clueless about 'his' new ship. He was clueless about this mission. And worst of all he was clueless about his friend. He didn't seem like himself anymore. He wasn't, by all technical means... But that didn't nullify the fact that Sam was his friend, and Allen would do all in his power to save him. He stood quickly, feeling the engines compensate for his exerted force, if only slightly. He walked to the back of the plane and entered one of two toilets. Maybe his upset stomach was gas... Maybe... But he didn't think so. There was a light knock on the door. He pulled down his jeans and sat on the small toilet. "What." [b]Flight Attendant-[/b] "We'll be landing in half an hour, sir. Please take your seat as soon as possible." He rubbed his fists into his eyes and hunched over. [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah. I'll be done soon." Footsteps sounded on the carpeted floor leading away from the shitcloset. He removed his hands and stood back up, catching a brief glance at himself in the mirror. He was still fairly in shape. Muscles still stood out in a few places, but his once toned chest had become pulled tight against his ribs. Ever since talking to Sam on the phone he had not felt hungry. He had eaten to maintain strength and that's it. He pulled his pants up, tucking himself in, and exited the lavatory.[/size][/color]

[size=1][color=003333]Ok. This is the finalized list. If you desperately want to make it into this RPG from this point forward, PM me and we might be able to work something out. I'm truely impressed with the quality of RPers here, and hope that this goes as smoothly and eventfully as the first. The RPG will be up in a matter of 24 hours, give or take a few depending on work scheduel. :D[/size][/color] [list][size=1]Dagger IX1[/size] [b](Helena Bahbem[/b]- [i]Strategist)[/i] [size=1]Baron Samedi[/size] [b](Nathan Rahl[/b]- [i]Security)[/i] [size=1]Lynx[/size] [b](Van Ambrose[/b]- [i]Physician)[/i] [size=1]Raiha[/size] [b](Lilia Sethen[/b]- [i]Communications)[/i] [size=1]Radaghast[/size] [b](Sam Tiller)[/b] [size=1]sweet reyes[/size] [b](Trini Angelos[/b]- [i]Medical Assistant)[/i] [size=1]KnightOfTheRose[/size] [b](Allen Chubb[/b]- [i]Captain)[/i] [size=1]Skedy[/size] [b](Adam Faulkner[/b]- [i]Engineer)[/i][/list]

[color=003333][size=1][i]"Reality is for people that can't handle drugs."[/i] I've had that shirt for about three years now and I simply can't bear to throw it away even though it's in shreds. [i]"It's better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt."[/i] Another classic. Got this one for my birthday this year.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][i]Hmmm... I'm not quite sure how one can get younger over the course of fifteen years (excluding Mr. Ambrose of course) but you've puled it off Ms. Reyes. By my calculations, you're about 45. Not 29. *slaps his wrist* Oh dear me, I've revealed a secret. ;) Also, the ship is the Event Horizon, not the Black Horizon. Please edit accordingly.[/i] --- [b]Name:[/b] Allen Chubb [b]Age:[/b] 51 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Specialty:[/b] Captain [b]Short Bio:[/b] After the events on the Event Horizon and the Bladerunner had played out, he had retired to a small house in southern Canada for peace and quiet, knowing he wouldn't find it, but still hoping. Dreams bothered him frequently, but began to dwindle a few years after. He visited his friends when he could. or when the nightmares became too much, and greatly enjoyed their company. He especially enjoyed visiting Van. Then he woke up one night from a particularly bad dream. [b]Personality:[/b] Usually is a pleasure to be around, but frequently drifts into his own thoughts when things begin to bore him. When decisions are to be made, he often second (and sometimes third) guesses them due to his last mission. Has intimidation on his side when he wants to use it, but rarely does any more. More subdued than before. --- [i]Signups will close on Friday, February 6th at 10:00 pm Central time.[/i] [/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]For a second attempt, Mr Samedi, that was extremely good. I can't wait to see your character in action. And welcome back.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]I'm curious, roymund. How old were you when employed as floor staff at a theater? My first job was at a catering company about three or four years ago. There was lots of heavy lifting and quite a bit of standing. I got $10 dollars an hour, but it wasn't worth it. I'm much happier at my 5.15/hour job than I was there. Now I'm at a local mechanised carwash. Like I said, I make 5.15 an hour plus a small amount of commision depending on my sales. The only problem? I work too much. Right now, the busy season, I'm pulling 35+ hours a week out in the feezing cold. It's brutal, but the job itself and the people are much better.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]My all time favorite battle system is from the oldtime Phantasy Star games from the Genisis. They were simple turn-based, but depending on what attacks you select, the order of those attacks are switched up. I've tried to predict the order several times, but just can't. My second favorites are the active time battles of FF7 and FF9. They force you to be quick witted and resourceful with your attacks and magics. Chrono Trigger was great, too.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][i]I [b]STRONGLY[/b] recommend that you at least breeze through my prior [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=34376]Black Horizon RPG[/url] before signing up for this one. It's also highly recommended that you see the movie Event Horizon. It's not a requirement, but will definitely sway your chance of getting into this RPG greatly to the positive side.[/i] ??? [center][img]http://yerocsoor.250free.com/BlackHorizon2.jpg[/img][/center] [i][b]Benjamin-[/b] "I'm sorry... Who?" Allen looked at him with sad, bewildered eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "What? Satell. Where is she?" Gooseflesh had broken out across his barely clothed body. All the lights suddenly seemed to bright. His breath caught in his throat, adrenaline dumped into his heart sending it on a galloping drum line. His face went pale. Sweat sprung from the pores on his forehead. Benjamin leveled his eyes, a spark of humor deep inside of them. [b]Benjamin-[/b] "She's dead. When you blew up the ship, you killed her. She bled out like a stuck pig in that escape pod. You should have seen it. She must have screamed as her skin peeled away like the bursting hull of the Bladerunner. The stench of spilled blood was terrible. You could have saved her." He advanced on Allen, clenching his fists until small streams of blood coursed out. "All you had to do was leave the ship. You knew it didn't have enough fuel for much travel. You knew that everything would have died eventually after Ruben was gone. You could have stopped the Self Destruct. But you didn't. And it's YOUR FAULT SHE'S DEAD!!!"[/i] --- [b][i]June 6th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] Allen sat bolt upright in his bed, wincing at the slight pain in his shoulder. His covers were soaked with sweat. He stood slowly, legs shaking and vision blurred slightly. [b]Allen-[/b] "Oh God... Not again..." When they had first gotten back, Allen had begun having the dream. It never could be predicted. It always came on without warning, sometimes even intruding on other, more pleasant, dreams. But this was the first in nearly two years. He had blamed himself for not realizing Satell would die with the ship. She had asphyxiated when the Bladerunner was punctured. Then had fallen ill when it was infected. Why hadn't he figured it out? He sighed and splashed cold water on his face. "I need to talk to them..." He dried off and walked into the main room of his home. The building was modest, two stories and located in a nice wooded area of southern Canada. He reached for his phone, bringing up the number of Van Ambrose in his head. It rang. "Jesus Christ!" He had jumped at the unexpected call and stubbed his toe. The phone rang again. Allen picked it up. "Hello?" [b]Sam-[/b] "Allen? That you?" Allen searched his mind for the voice. It came without much trouble. [b]Allen-[/b] "Sam? Yeah, this is Allen." [b]Sam-[/b] "Are you ok?" He rubbed his toe. [b]Allen-[/b] "I just hurt my toe, but yeah," he thought of the dream and the small warble in Sam's voice, "I'm fine.... Are you?" Silence. Silence that lasted far ro long to be normal. "Sam?" [b]Sam-[/b] "I... Allen, I think I'm... I don't know. Could you come? Could you bring Van and Trini?" Allen searched his friends voice for some explanation, but all that came back was the dream. [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah, Sam. I'll come. I'll bring the others too." More silence. [b]Sam-[/b] "Please be fast..." [i]click[/i] --- [b][i]June 13th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]Allen-[/b] "Here we are guys..." They stood in front of a modest three story home. Sam's home. The lawn was long and ragged. There were parts of the siding that were cracked and chipped, probably from a summer storm. [b]Van-[/b] "Let's go in... I want to know what's wrong..." Trini nodded and started up the walk in front of the other two. She knocked timidly on Sam's door. [b]Trini-[/b] "Sam? Are you in there?" A faint rustling behind the door. There was the sound of numbers being plugged into a electronic lock, and the door slid open. Sam stood there, gaunt and pale. His body was a mess. He was probably fifty pound lighter than he was, his hair was stringy and falling out in places, and his clothes were damp with the sweat that shone across his exposed skin. [b]Allen-[/b] "My God... Sam, what's happened to you?" He invited them in with a small arm gesture. [b]Sam-[/b] "Would you like some tea? I made some." He walked jaggedly over to the electric stove and lifted the kettle with one terribly thin arm. [b]Van-[/b] "I'll take some." Allen and Trini smiled at Sam. [b]Allen-[/b] "I'll have some too." [b]Trini-[/b] "Me too." Sam's eyes softened, his face perking up. He looked more like the Sam they knew. He poured the tea and walked over to the table with four steaming cups. [b]Allen-[/b] "Sam?" He looked up, sipping his tea tentatively, his eyes sad again. "Tell us what's wrong." Sam set his cup down and rubbed his eyes. Allen and Van traded a quick glance. Sam told his story. --- "About a year ago, I began finding this small lump on my shoulder, you know, where I was hit with the asteroid... I didn't think anything of it. Maybe just some scar tissue I didn't notice before. Besides, I didn't [i]want[/i] to notice it. I didn't [i]want[/i] to think about it. I wanted that part of my life to be over with.... But it didn't go away. I put off my physical because of that damn thing. I didn't go to the doctor for nearly nine months. Then it began to hurt. Little bolts of pain shooting down my arm. Maybe some throbbing at the actual lump. And I got scared. So I did go to a doctor. I asked him to check it out. He drew a little blood with one of those fancy hypo-filters and the blood ate right through the vial... Like it was acid. The doctor looked at me like I was a disease. He left the room and I left the hospital. I went back here. And then it started hurting a lot more. It would wake me from sleep. I was never hungry anymore. One night, the lump split open on me. It oozed out black liquid and a small spider-like creature strolled out of my wound. I watched it go and smashed it with a book. My wound stitched itself up like nothing had ever happened... And that's how I've been living... Killing the things that come out of my body... Not eating except when I have to... And you know what Allen..." --- [b]Sam-[/b] "I think it has to do with the Event Horizon... I can feel it inside of me, like when I went crazy fifteen years ago on the Bladerunner." He wiped the tears from his face and pulled the neck of his shirt down to reveal the lump. It was a bulging black mass of darkened veins and arteries. A small open wound at the top leaked foul-smelling liquid onto a series of bandages. Sam winced as he pulled his shirt up. "The creatures were far apart at first. Maybe one every three weeks. But now they're coming about every four days." He looked up. "I'm scared, you guys...." Allen stood and walked over to him, joined by Trini and Van. They hugged him close, careful to avoid the lump. They didn't want to hurt him. He cried harder, tears of relief. [b]Allen-[/b] "We'll make you better Sam. We'll find a way." Sam pulled back from them, motioning for his friends to sit again. He rubbed the tears from his eyes slowly, wiping his moistened hands on his not-quite-clean denim jeans. [b]Sam-[/b] "Any ideas? I've tried all sorts of things... I've tried burning it off... Cutting it off... Even pounding it... But all I get is pain. It doesn't even flinch... But I do..." Allen shifted in his seat and spoke up. [b]Allen-[/b] "Have you been to church?" Sam looked at him, his face a mass of understanding. [b]Sam-[/b] "I stopped almost exactly when this thing appeared! I didn't even realize it!" Allen smiled grimly. [b]Allen-[/b] "Common... We're taking you to the Vatican." --- [b][i]June 26th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]Trini-[/b] "It didn't work, did it." Allen slumped against his seat. He looked at Trini with bleary, confused eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "No... It didn't. The Pope couldn't exorcise him... Trini, he's getting violent. It seems to have hastened the infection... I don't know how much longer he can stay in control..." Trini walked over and hugged Allen. [b]Trini-[/b] "We'll take care of him. You know we will." Allen sobbed into her shoulder. [b]Allen-[/b] "I know... It's just that I can't bear to see him like this. It brings back bad memories." [b]Trini-[/b] "Shhhh... We'll try some other things... Those God-Men got more than an exorcism up their sleeves." --- [b][i]July 3rd, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]Van-[/b] "Dammit..." [b]Allen-[/b] "Not going good Van?" Allen sounded blank, as if he knew the answer. [b]Van-[/b] "No... He reacted badly to the holy-water injections. He's getting really violent... And he's raving... I don't know Allen..." [b]Allen-[/b] "We'll fine something that works..." --- [b][i]July 6th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]Allen-[/b] "He had a moment where his mind was his own today..." Trini looked up. [b]Trini-[/b] "Yeah?" Allen nodded. [b]Van-[/b] "What'd he say?" Allen brought out a pistol, with one round in the chamber. [b]Allen-[/b] "He asked me to kill him." --- [b][i]July 7th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]Trini-[/b] "You can't, Allen... You know that, right?" Allen ran his hands over the smooth metal of the pistol. [b]Allen-[/b] "Trini... I can't let it get loose. We've been able to kill the creatures so far, but what happens when he starts spawning things as large as Ruben was? I can't let that happen... I'd rather lose a friend, then destroy the human race..." He stuck the pistol into his waistband, and walked from the room. --- [b]Allen-[/b] "No! Goddammit NO!" He threw the pistol to the floor, the round no longer in the chamber. Van stood, at Allen's sudden entrance and outburst. [b]Van-[/b] "What?! Is he dead?" Allen kicked the pistol to the other side of the room. [b]Allen-[/b] "I pressed the barrel to his temple. I squeezed the trigger. The bullet left the chamber and went right through his head. His fucking brains were splattered against the wall... His head lolled to the side. He was dead..." Allen's knees unhinged and he fell to the floor in a half-assed praying position. "Then he picked his head back up, looked at me, and grinned... He said 'I can't die Allen. Not by your means anyway.' Then he laughed, and began to spit curses in a dialect I've never heard..." He struggled to a chair and sat down clumsily. "I don't know what else to do..." --- [b][i]July 12th, 2116 AD[/i][/b] [b]???-[/b] "Mr. Chubb?" Allen took his arm off his eyes and looked at the man in the suit. [b]Allen-[/b] "What can I do for you?" The man opened a briefcase and handed Allen a manilla folder. "What's this?" The man stiffened slightly. [b]???-[/b] "Look for yourself." Allen, with a lingering glance on the man, opened the folder. [url=http://yerocsoor.250free.com/UPHUBB.jpg]A picture slid out.[/url] [b]Allen-[/b] "What is-" A bolt of pain wracked his head. Somewhere down the hall, Sam screamed. "No..." [b]???-[/b] "This image was obtained via the Hubble Telescope mark 2 about a year ago. We sent a ship out to investigate, and lost contact with it. We're assuming them dead." Allen looked up at the man with teary eyes, something that has become nearly second nature over the past month. "It is in exactly the same spot where the Event Horizon exploded fifteen years ago." Allen looked back at the photograph. [b]Allen-[/b] "What is it?" [b]???-[/b] "We don't know. Some of our psychics believe it to be a portal of some kind. A rip between the dimensions, if you will. But as far as we can tell, nothing is coming out. We can only surmise that it's a one-way, due to the loss of our ship." Allen sniffed and wiped his eyes with his arm. [b]Allen-[/b] "And why did you come to me?" He knew the answer. [b]???-[/b] "Our psychics also know of Mr. Tiller. They believe it to be the only place to take him, be it for our own good, or the fact that you might be able to cure him while near it." Allen shook his head to himself. [b]Allen-[/b] "This can't be happening... Not again... I've put all this behind me..." [b]???-[/b] "We have a state-of-the-art ship at your disposal. The best weaponry, the best communication devices. We will be monitoring all of the sensors to collect the data. When will you be ready?" Allen looked up at him with fiery eyes. [b]Allen-[/b] "What makes you so sure I'll do it?" The man in the suit snatched the manilla folder back. [b]???-[/b] "You want to save your friend, yes? I know that nothing here is working. You can't kill him. You can't exorcise him. And besides, you wouldn't be threatening the Earth if he were in space." He gave Allen a cold smile. "It [i]is[/i] the only way to save him." Allen glared at him. The man just stood there, unmoving and smiling his smug smile. [b]Allen-[/b] "Give me a week." The man nodded and walked toward the door. [b]???-[/b] "I'll see you in New Madison, Mr. Chubb." ??? [b]Signups[/b] Like I said before, you should at the very least breeze through my other [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=34376]Black Horizon RPG[/url]. I have spots reserved for the following people, mostly due to the fact that they were in the other RPG and lived: --Lynx --Radaghast --sweetreyes --Baron Samedi I will be accepting four to seven more people. --- [b]Name:[/b] Nothing too outrageous. [b]Age:[/b] 25-55 [b]Gender:[/b] Male or Female [b]Specialty:[/b] i.e. Communications, Security, Boarding Security, Engineer, Strategist, etc. Think of things required to run a spaceship. [b]Short Bio:[/b] No longer than three paragraphs or twenty lines. Keep in mind that, other than Lynx, Radaghast, and sweetreyes, most of you are either being assigned to this mission, or are volunteering. No relatives of the dearly departed please. [b]Personality:[/b] A brief description about how you character thinks and acts. --- [b]A Last Note[/b] Some of you may be killed off in this RPG. Do not take it personally, for I may kill my own character off if I feel it will better the RPG. But don't fret, if I decide to give you another chance you may be reincarnated as some Chaos Dimension Demon. Thankyou and goodnight.[/color][/size]

[color=003333][size=1]Ei'Riet F'Lar sat atop a grand mountain, watching the bloody battle from below with extrordinary interest. Two opposing sides. One, the civilization of Glanuét with their twisted blood sacrifices and heathen worships, wielding diamond tipped morning stars and short swords of steel. Their leader was a man by the name of Samuel Norrin, a dark-skinned dictator from the far northern mountains. He had decided to do battle against the nation of Orrinel due to some rather false tactical information F'Lar just might have had a hand in delivering. The people from Orrinel wore thin plate mail and fought with throwing daggers. Very accurate, very accurate. The first abandoners were beginning to run from the battlefield, their spirits broken and their cause forgotten. Ei'Riet stood, adjusted parts of his armor, and bounded down the side of the mountain, leaping at nearly three hundred meters per second. In no time, he was running acros the arid salt flats that marked the main battlefield for most of this world. The ground was stained the brown color of old blood and powdered with white bonedust. Ei'Riet smiled. He loved the chase. He was on top of the first escaped soldier before the man knew what had happened. Ei'Riet swung his hammer hard, splintering the mans skull and snapping his neck. He fell to the ground, his mouth in an 'O' of surprise. Ei'Riet snapped his head around, searching for his next target, and found it. A woman was retreating, holding her damaged sword close to her chest. He bounded after her, striking her in the middle of the back with his hammer, watching her fall to the ground, impaling herself on her clenched sword. She added to the stain. He destroyed the abandoners with ease, jumping into the main group and beginning the slaughter. He swung his hammer in a wide circle at chest level, decimating the ribcages of over thirty men and women. They flew into the air and landed with an audible thud. Some screamed. Many more did not. Ei'Riet bent at the knees, still swinging his hammer, and took out the legs of twenty or so warriors. They screamed in pain as they grasped at their splintered nubs. He jumped into the air and stayed, suspended there. A shockwave of sound eminated from his body, knocking every warrior to the battle field, many falling on their own weapons. He leaped to the ground and moved with unnatural speed from one fallen warrior to the next, breaking their backs with his hammer. Blood spouted from the mouths of the crushed. He became a blur, snapping the spines of every man and woman as he went. Ei'Riet stopped. He scanned the salt flats for any living 'people'. There were none. He smiled and wiped his bloodstained hands on his bloodstained robes. Another day, another fine battle in the world of Cierno'Fal.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Ren'No Traf [b]Age:[/b] 846 [b]Species:[/b] Slierohl [b]Rank:[/b] Drow Priest [b]Clan:[/b] Orn'Baele [b]Appearance:[/b] [i]see attachment[/i] [b]Bio:[/b] When he was a young man, Ren'No was deeply smothered by the main religion of the Slierohl. They mainly worshipped their Goddess of Apathy, and strove to become like her in every aspect of their life. Emotion was virtualy eliminated from every day life. Talk of war was executed with monotonous voices and blank faces. Obscene behavior and outlaws were delt with using blank brute force. Sex was conducted in silence, both faces mutually empty. And Ren'no was sickened by it. He strove to embrace his emotions and clear the teachings of the Slierohl from his life. He set out from his land, in search of another one. He found the Underdark. A wondrful place compared to his homeland, but not without it's own problems. He began to study the Goddess Sharess, but ran into literally hundreds of problems. There were hundreds of different religous sects in the Underdark, each with their own not quite so unique vision of the Goddess. Ren'No searched for the oldest manuscript he could find of the goddess and memorized it. He opened a temple devoted to the worship of the Goddess Sharess and based on the nearly ancient manuscript. He never claimed his sect was right, but concentraited on the worship of the Goddess, not attempting to further his popularity. His temple flourished. And now, seeing the mired state of the Underdark, he vowed to help vanquish these demonic tyrants. Dressed in his priest robes, wielding a traditional Slierohl weapon and shield, he's become a Zealot for the Goddess.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]Coffee is best consumed in its dark, murky, bitter, natural state. Mmmmm... And to all, you can mimic the taste of a mint mocha perfectly by mixing coffee with hot chocolate mix and five to ten crushed up altoids. Just a heads up. ;)[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]Wha... That confused me terribly... Ummm... Have you ever thought that people just have bad days? I'm going to try and make more sence of that *points up* a little later when I'm not so brainfried.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]That's rather creepy, but extremely accurate. I applaud you, oshi. That's me in a nutshell.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]"You killed my brother, you dirty rat! Oooooooo!"[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Glenn Artribidad [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Eyes:[/b] Cloudy Grey [b]Hair:[/b] Light brown hair. Shoulder length. Extremey untidy. [b]Armor:[/b] A steel chainmail. A small 2' diameter round-shield. [b]Weapons:[/b] A dually-bladed staff and several small throwing daggers. [b]Powers:[/b] [i]Foresight-[/i] Allows the summoner to see into the immediate future. Drains a small amount of energy for about every five seconds it's used. [b]Personality:[/b] Usually quiet, but can be boisterous and rather rude when he's having a good time. Keeps his thoughts to himself, but will never fail to give an opinion if it's asked for. Extremely loyal. [b]Biography:[/b] Glenn's mother was one of the midwifes that had helped deliver Aris. When the light-skinned Drow became the age of about ten, Glenn twenty, He was left in charge of the boy for a few days, his parents on a cross-island journey and his caretakers fallen ill. Glenn cared for the boy as much as a boy of ten would allow caring. They went out into the forests, challeneged Dwarves to mock battles that Aris never seemed incapable of winning. He always sent the Dwarves running away, heartily laughing with good spirit in their low voices. From those few days on, the two were best friends. They did things together whenever their scheduels allowed for it, Aris beginning his training, and Glenn finishing his. Now, with Aris being sent on his mission, he readily joined his friend to help protect him. [b]Appearance:[/b] Stands at about six feet tall with a grey shawl over his chainmail. He has hardened leather gauntlets and grieves donned with long black etchings creating an un-breakable spell of protection around those garments. He keeps his facial hair cut short and his clothing clean. [b]Kinship to the Chosen One:[/b] Assigned Protector/Best Friend[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]Man, this thing has some serious potential. Great idea Pheonix. ;) --- [b]Name:[/b] Ei'Riet F'Lar [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://yerocsoor.250free.com/eric.jpg]Ei'Riet F'Lar (Actual Appearence)[/url] [url=http://yerocsoor.250free.com/jobo2c_art_mini.jpg]Ei'Riet F'Lar (In His World)[/url] [b]Personae:[/b] F'Lar is an extremely quiet person to those he doesn't know. If angered, he lashes out without warning, usually causing pain. Very spontaneous, but not in the good surprise way. Will usually change his desicions at the last moment. Has never been good at mathematics, or anything that basically has you think 'inside a box'. Excelled in philosophy and psyology in college. [b]Bio:[/b] Ei'Riet F'Lar (Eric Carnitz) was born to a 'well off' family. His father never used the world rich, though they were. He said it was a sterio type that they didn't have any place in using. 'Rich people are snobby, self absorbed, and are constantly paranoid about their money. We aren't any of those things, son,' he used to say. He was enrolled in public school, and came out far better than he would have at most private institutions where there is a 20/1 caucasian to anyone else ratio. He made several lower to middle class friends anmd kept them throughout his college years. When he got out of his first four years of college, he decided to take a year off and tour Europe. He had more than enough money, so he brought his friends along too. There, he was approached by the Seeker. Asking him to join a little experiment, the Seeker promised an exceptional opportunity for the strong of imagination. He readily agreed, was strapped in, and has been 'missing' for nearly five years. [b]World Description:[/b] The world of Gual'Tack is covered in deep mires and choking bogs. In the north, gigantic mountains jut from the earth like inverted stone icicles. Volcanic activity is present in many of the mountains. Ei'Riet F'Lar ([i]Translation-[/i] "Evangelist of Sorrow") travels the countryside, spreading bloody rumors and invoking the alliances of opposing dictators in return for a prime spot in their medieval battles. Bloodshed is bliss.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]Sounds like something Quizzilla would have, but why not? [b]DOB:[/b] September 20th, 1986[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]It's all to easy to lose control of something that was once just 'experimentation'. About six months ago (anyone remember this?) I was a heavy marijuana smoker. It really wasn't draining my money, so I never really thought about it as bad. I promised myself that when I was to the point of stealing or borrowing money from people for pot, I'd quit. Well, heh, that never really happened. So I continued using until sometime in the summer when I was bike riding and realized it was really hard to keep my balance. I had been smoking up about four to six times a week for a couple months. Not the best thing to do, and looking back on it, I was using to fit in. But, eventually I stopped. There's no huge physical addiction to pot, so it was rather easy. I was clean for about, hell, another six months. Then, there were two rather lifeshattering events (one I almost died from and the other tore up my heart) and I began again, though not half as heavy. Maybe once or twice a week, always with friends and always with a designated driver or just a sober person. I eventually stopped again, my lack of ambition in school one of the major points. My opinion of 'recreational drug usage'? If it's recreational, and not terribly harmful, go for it. But, if you're like I was, and using to escape problems or to fit in, you need to have some sence knocked into you. It'll change that up-and-coming path to success into a steep decline of your values and life. Don't believe me? Your problem, not mine.[/size][/color]

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[color=003333][size=1]How I wish you could stay. You must try and get online as often as you can. I've admired you for far to many things to name. I'll be counting the days until your return. Long days and pleasent night m'lady. *bows* Stay safe.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][i]It's been great having you all. I'm sorry to say that this is the end. I hope you all have had as great a time as I have. You're all wonderful writers. Thankyou all for a great RPG.[/i] --- Allen watched the door heave slightly, bowing inward then shrieking back into shape. Van had dropped his shotgun and had begun bringing up escape pod information and inputing the information. Allen set his own weapon on a table, walking over to Van and placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked up alightly impatient. [b]Van-[/b] "What?" Allen tried to give him a smile, and opened his mouth to speak. [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Eight minutes untill self destruct."[/i][/b] The screen Van was working on went red. He jerked his head back down, eyes growing wide. [b]Van-[/b] "No... NO!" He jabbed the on-screen menu. A small window came up. He read it, his eyes becoming dim, his face sinking. [b]Allen-[/b] "We wouldn't have had time no matter what. Once the countdown timer is activated, the escape pods shut down. The blast will be so large... We wouldn't survive anyway... I didn't want to..." [i]...say anything[/i]. He bit his tongue on the last of the sentence, not wanting to upset Van. Allen walked slowly to one of the pods and ran his hand over the handle, face blank. Van slumped into a chair. [b]Van-[/b] "Why didn't you say anything? We still could have escaped..." He rubbed his temples. [b]Allen-[/b] "I would have had to stay behind. I didn't want to die," he replied in a monotonous voice. Van jumped up. [b]Van-[/b] "And what about us? Did you think we wanted to die!?" Allen looked down, suddenly very confused. [b]Allen-[/b] "I... I'm not sure..." He brought his head up looking, pleading, at Van. "I don't know why I didn't tell you... I would've stayed behind... Van... I-" Allen's face went blank. "I wouldn't have stood for it even if I had told you. I'd rather take you all with me than die alone in this hell hole." A soothing hum filled the air. [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Seven minutes until self destruct."[/i][/b] The hum increased. Allen shook his head distractedly. [b]Allen-[/b] "What... Van? What just happened?" A shimmer of light slipped into the room through a small vent. Van grabbed his weapon and leveled it at the phenomenon. [b]Van-[/b] "Stop! Stay where you are!" He pulled the trigger and heard a faint thud. The gun was empty. He had used the last cartridge in the hallway. "Oh no..." The cloud of light shuddered and formed into a human-like shape. Allen stepped forward. [b]Allen-[/b] "Satell?" She smiled and walked forward, placing her hands on his head. "What're you doing?" She smiled. [b]Satell-[/b] "You've been inhabited, Allen... Weir slipped a bit of himself into you when he broke your arm. That's why you didn't tell them about the pods. That's why you were unwillful to stay behind." Pain seared his eyes. He had a moment to think that this might not be Satell before a thick black cloud poured from behind his burning eyes. "Get out." The cloud congregated above them and dissapeared in a hiss. Satell began to fade. [b]Allen-[/b] "Satell... Wait..." She touched his face, the feeling of a brisk summer wind. [b]Satell-[/b] "I'll see you in a month, Allen." She faded from view, leaving a faint outline of smoke that dissipated into the circulating air of the ship. Allen stood there, not understanding what she had said. [b]Van-[/b] "Did she say..." The escape pod doors flew open, making Sam shriek and Trini jump. The red menu screen reverted to blue, displaying a launch command. Van stood slowly, carefully made his way to the screen and touched the button. [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Escape pod launch in two minutes. Five minutes twenty seconds until self destruct."[/i][/b] Everyone stood, unmoving. Allen looked around slowly. [b]Allen-[/b] "Let's go!" Everyone scrambled. Allen stripped off his shoes, jacket, shirt, and pants, leaving only his boxers and socks on. Trini removed her own shirt and pants, throwing them to the side and running into a pod. Sam followed her, half wearing a pair of pants. Allen ran in after them. Trini layed down in the stais bed. Allen shut it and mouthed 'See you'. She smiled and closed her eyes, the gel filling up quickly. Sam activated his own and jumped in. He gave the peace sign to Allen and closed his eyes. Allen jumped out and shut the door. [b]Bladerunner- [i]"One minute until escape pod launch."[/i][/b] Van pulled his pants off and jumped into his own bed, sealing it and giving Allen a smile full of glee. He saluted and closed his eyes, the gel washing over him. Allen jumped into his own, hearing the twenty second countdown for the escape pods begin. He closed his bed and breathed deeply. The gel washed over him, feeling a bit like jell- ??? [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Self destruct in one minute."[/i][/b] The feminine voice rang out across the ship, announcing the last minute to the creatures. The beings from another world hunkered down, understanding it was over. They made their way back to the loading bay, scurrying into the gelatenous mound and being consumed. [i][b]"Thirty seconds."[/b][/i] The mound shuddered at the voice. ??? The two escape pods flew through space, unmindful of the explosion only moments away. The oboard computers, usually dormant by now, clicked on. Screens flashed by. Commands were entered at breakneck speeds. The gel hardedned a bit, preparing for the oncoming G's. When the pod had taken off, it had fired it's engines for the normal seventeen seconds, attaining proper velocity for the trip back. But not enough to outrun the shockwave. The computers halted on a password screen. 'Megelani' was typed into both. Seven little * apeared in both password screens. One word appeared on the screens. Accepted. ??? [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Three... Two... One... Detonation."[/i][/b] ??? The engines of the two escape pods fired, rocketing them through space at nearly seven times the normal velocity. ??? The Bladerunner exploded, sending shockwave after shockwave of blue flame into space. Debris flew in all directions, except the one the escape pods took. ??? Satell layed in her pod as the gel drained. She stood, walked to the small porthole window, and looked out. The Bladerunner exploded in the distance. Satell felt a lurch inside of her. She grimaced, lookng for the escape pods. The stasis bed sealed and pumped another dose of gel into it. Two grey blurs shot by her pod. She smiled, collapsing onto the floor. She held her arm out, the fingertips turned to ash, and drifted down to the floor. In the blink of an eye, her arm had turned sooty grey. It fell apart, drifting to the floor in an elegant ballet of dust. She smiled, thinking of her friends and how she had finally saved them. Saved them from everything. From Weir. From Vincent. From death... Her legs turned a slight shade of grey and collapsed. She fell over, a veil of black dropping over her vision. Her body hit the floor, sending a whirlwind of ash thorughout the small escape pod. Slowly, the ash dissapeared. ??? [b]Rescue One-[/b] "Search complete, pod is empty. Probaly a malfunction... Rescue two? What's in yours?" Static buzzed idly on the speaker. [b]Rescue Two-[/b] "Two crew members. Looks like Sam Tiller and Trini Angelos. Both are stable. Rescue three?" [b]Rescue Three-[/b] "Allen Chubb and Van Ambrose. Both are stable, but Van differs a little from his file photograph... Maybe it's just the bed. Bring the pods in Command." The rescue teams stepped out of the pods and watched the mechanical arms pull them in. [b]Benjamin-[/b] "Ok guys, get back into the station. We're gonna wake em up." ??? Allen sat up, rubbing his head. Jesus did he have a headache. He coughed up a bit of gel and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, spitting onto the tiled floor. His eyes grew large. [b]Allen-[/b] "Tile?!" He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Doctors surrounded him. He smiled at them and hugged the closest one. "How's everyone doing? Did they make it?" A rather short man stepped forward. [b]Benjamin-[/b] "Mr. Chubb, I'm-" [b]Allen-[/b] "Benjamin Foldy, Commander of the space station Sable. Is that were I am?" Benjamin nodded slowly. [b]Benjamin-[/b] "Everyone that was in a pod is alive. Mr. Ambrose. Mr. Tiller. Ms. Angelos, and you." He smiled at Allen. Allen shook his hand and smiled back at him, happy to see another person. [b]Allen-[/b] "What about Satell?" A puzzled look came over Benjamins face. [b]Benjamin-[/b] "I'm sorry... Who?" ??? In a dark place, pulsing with a crimson light, a man sat. His back against the wall, rocking slightly. Cuts lined his body, leaking small streamlets of blood. Bright blue eyes peeked out from a furrowed, but grinning, brow. [b]???-[/b] "Not yet... It's not over yet..."[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1]If she's 'spoiled rotten rich', would you really like to become her? Being spoiled coupled with 'moviestar good looks' usually ends up making the person extremely snobby and closed minded. I would think you could fantasise about something/someone a little better than that. I've never really wished I was someone else. I've always been taught that you just are who you are. There is absolutely no sence in trying to change it or even wish that you could become someone else. It's just not going to happen. If you're not feeling you're good enough, or maybe you're just getting one of those teenage bouts of insecurity, you should probably try to put things in perspective. Sure, your life might suck at this moment, but if you were that friend that you mentioned earlier, how much worse might your life be. Usually when a child is spoiled, it's because their parents either don't want to spend the time arguing, so they just give in. Or they just don't want to spend the time, period. They give them whatever they want so the parents have time for whatever they want/need to do. There's virtually no love. So how good does your life look now?[/size][/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Ryoko T.D.C. [/i] [B]eye for an eye[/B][/QUOTE] [color=003333][size=1]An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind. Think about it.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][b]Name:[/b] Eric Phos (f?oh?s) [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Appearance:[/b] See Attachment [b]Personality:[/b] Eric will speak his mind any chance he gets, often landing him in trouble. Never one to pass up an opportunity for a good time or a thrill, he often finds himself in situations that aren't exactly ordinary. Can be quiet when it fits, but usually is oblivious. [b]Your Past:[/b] When Eric was young, he was taken care of by his families nanny. They were always in some exotic place doing buisiness or fucking their brains out. It's a wonder he doesn't have a sibling. With no proper guidance, he grew up a product of his money and the world, a combination that isn't the best one could hope for. At the age of ten he was kicked out of his $8,000 a year prep-school for fighting and mangling a classmates face. Why? He was bored. After this incident, he was put on a heavy dose of Ridalin, thinking he had ADHD. The drugs didn't seem to have any effect, but he grew out of the phase eventually. When he was a highschooler, attending one of the best privatly payed schools money could buy, he began using a number of drugs. He was arrested and convicted of a felony when he was pulled over with over an ounce of marijuana in his pocket. He spent a few years in rehab and got himself together. After he got out, his parents 'cut him off'. They stopped payments on his credit card and kicked him out of their house. He was forced, for the first time in his life, to fend for himself. He sold his BMW and began renting an apartment in on New York's lesser neighborhoods. He found a roomate easy enough, even if she was a girl. He became involved with her quickly, but quickly got out once he learned she was married and only live there because she was 'taking a break'. Eventually she moved out. He put an add in the papers and another person responded. His name was Van Ambrose. A decent guy. Had a steady job, something Eric still had a problem obtaining, and became a great friend. [b]Love Life:[/b] Looking, but carefully. [b]Occupation:[/b] Currently a landscaper. That could change. [b]Information:[/b] The mark under his eye was attempted several times to be removed. Usually by brand new technologies his parents had a hand in developing. But nothign worked. It would always either come back or just not do anything. Strangely enough, his roomate has an almost identical one.[/size][/color]

[color=003333][size=1][i]There is some post confliction in these last two. I've read both and have decided that Lynx's will stay. If you would be so kind, Alex, please delete your post.[/i] --- Allen stared at the screen. It should have worked. But things that can traverse dimensions like it was leaving and entering a house should be hard to kill. [b]Sam-[/b] "I don't know... This is just so damn..." [b]Allen-[/b] "What about the ship? Soon the Bladerunner might become something like Event Horizon was. As much as I value my life, I'd rather be dead then let something like this get back to Earth." He gestured to the screen. "I mean, look what it's done in twenty minutes..." Allen hung his head and scratched the back of his neck, a nervous gesture. The possibility of these things getting to their world, and possibly every other human outpost in the solar system was unthinkable. They'd infest every climate, every country, every inch of the world. Slowly, they'd begin to reach outward, taking control of planet after planet, decimating this universe of everything but their own single-minded deadly rule. And what then? [b]Allen-[/b] "We can't let it, " he gestured to the screen, "live. We have to activate the self destruct... These things obviously don't need air... But destroying the Event Horizon killed everything there... If it hadn't I bet we'd be in a lot more trouble than we are now." He scanned the birdge, looking over the station that he had been captain of for years. Several crews. Several missions. God did he wish he had passed this one up. [b]Trini-[/b] "I vote yes..." Allen looked over and smiled half heartedly. He was beginning to feel guilty. Suicide, no matter why you were doing it, wouldn't get you into heaven. [b]Allen-[/b] "Are you sure Trini? Are you really su-" [b]Sam-[/b] "I'm for it." Allen looked to him. He was trying to smile, but couldn't quite manage it. "What's four lives compared to trillions?" [b]Van-[/b] "Yeah." He seemed slightly reluctant, and brushed his hair out of his face. It was definitly brown. Not even a strand of grey in it now. And his deeply lined face was almost smooth. "We have to blow it up. There's no other way..." Allen hung his head, smiling. A tear ran down his nose and onto the floor. [b]Allen-[/b] "Ok... Let's do it." His hands shook as he punched the glass and pulled the lever. [b]Bladerunner-[/b] [i][b]"Self Destruct activated. Three ranking officer codes required."[/b][/i] Allen smiled wanely at the new security feature and pulled out a keyboard. He typed up several commands. [b][i]"Awaiting code imput."[/i][/b] Allen pointed to Sam. [b]Allen-[/b] "You first." He nodded slowly, digging in his mind for the password he created in the beginning of the mission. "Make sure it's the SD code." He sighed. [b]Sam-[/b] "Samuel Tiller, pilot. Self Destruct Authorization Code 'Silos Helix Knox'." [b]Bladerunner-[/b] [i][b]"Code confirmed. Awaiting remaining codes."[/b][/i] [b]Van-[/b] "Van Ambrose, second in command. Self Destruct Authorization Code 'Degrade Julip Sonata'." [b]Bladerunner-[/b] [i][b]"Code confirmed. Awaiting remaining code."[/b][/i] Allen breathed deep and exhaled sharply. [b]Allen-[/b] "Last chance to change our minds people... Any takers?" He looked around at all the faces. No one said anything. "Ok." He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. "I'm gonna miss ya, baby... Allen Chubb, captain. Self Destruct Authorization Code 'Safron Twilight Cronos'..." [b]Bladerunner- [i]"Code confirmed. Self Destruct initiated. Captain Chubb, set countdown timer."[/i][/b] [b]Allen-[/b] "Twenty minutes?" He looked around, they were nodding. "Countdown timer set. Twenty minutes..." He sighed and looked at his crew. "Begin..." Sirens blared across the ship, lighting up every hallway with red, pulsing lights. "That's it guys. At least we can go out in a blaze of glory." He laughed hallowly and silently cried.[/size][/color]