Corey

[b]Corey-[/b] "I highly doubt that you could cure what is wrong with me. However, a nice romp in the bedroom would suffice." I smiled at the woman and turned around, looking over the lake. The water was calm. It told my mood perfectly, Right now it was perfectly calm, but at any time it could rise into hateful waves the size of a small building. But of course we were traveling on a lake and not in the ocean. The worst that could hit us here were a few stray watery sprays. The group was missing one person. A woman from what the boatman had told us. There was no use in waiting any longer and upsetting our host. Everyone had agreed to shove off. The ferry would return at a later time to see if anyone was there. [i]Wouldn't you like to walk over and slice each of their heads off?[/i] I grimaced and took a bottle of pills from my pocket. It was filled to the top with small, yellow tablets. I took out two and dry-swallowed them. I shook my head to clear it. The voice quieted almost at once. Being bi-polar certainly had it's drawbacks.

I'll be choosing the acceptees in about ten to twelve hours. Sign-up's are still open for now.

:cough: Am I going to be the only one to admit that drugs got me high? Probably. With the exception of my under-control drug problem, I get my high off Street/Trail BMX riding. It's great when you're pedaling through the forest way faster than you should be on designated trails you've rode a million times before but you still get caught by that root sticking up and you fly head first over your handlebars. Same thing with street riding. You can grab some air or attempt a trick just like you had many times before, but there is still the possibility of screwups. I guess the anticipation of pain is what get's me high.

What we are. We are cattle. We are the life of this universe and the death. We are herded around by the constant progression of the entity we call time. Alone, we are small. But together... [b]Cycle 3-Tribulation Period 7-AC 742[/b] The year is about 3896. The beasts came almost eight-hundred years ago and enslaved us. With all of our 'advanced' weapons, our struggle lasted a day. We were armed with plasma, fusion, and spacial weapons. They came with time weaponry. Crono-Metric Charges. They rip holes in time and 'delete' the vessel on the receiving end. We are slaves. We are transported from planet to planet and used to mine minerals for the beasts. They need a certain mineral to create their weapons. Our numbers are dwindling. Humans used to be spread out across the universe. Though we were slave labor, we were still plentiful. Now we have less than 70 billion left. Human bodies are not meant for sub-constant[i](below the constant flow of time)[/i] space travel. Our cells break down. The nucleotides separate. Our DNA unravels. There is a very small group of humans the beasts call a threat. Over all the years of being exposed to the Crono-Metric radiation some humans have inherited the ability classified as 'Streaming'. These humans can channel time. They can slow, speed up, or stop time. Once discovered they are killed. These oddities are the only hope for our race. A small amount of the Streamers have come together on the planet Poleche Tal. They are building a resistance. Get there, and your journey will begin. [center]~~~[/center] ===The beasts I referred to above are a species known as the Tulkot (tuhl-cot). ===Your sign up must be at least 200 words. I will not accept anything below the word count. Section titles are not included. ===I will be limiting entrance into this RPG. ===I will be making my decisions based on the quality of your sign-up. Focus mostly on your Bio, with Appearance as second most important. ===Be original. You will automatically be rejected if you use a general bio or a carbon copy of every other RPG you enter. (I have been accused of this so I will also be re-vamping an entire signup) ===Six spots will be offered. ===I will also be assigning you the strength of your Streaming ability by the quality of your signup. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Name:[/b] Originality! [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] Sixteen and up please. [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Barcode:[/b] A sixteen number digit. [b]Skills:[/b] What your character had a special skills. (i.e. lockpicking, stealth, strength, etc) [b]Location:[/b] Which planet or ship your character is currently on. No more than two characters to a ship or planet. [b]Streaming Power:[/b] Do not fill this out. I will assign this to you if you are chosen. It will be given in numerical values, 1 through 10. [b]Bio:[/b] Focus mainly on this. Your Bio will be the deciding factor of acceptance and rejection. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Name:[/b] Loran Loche [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Appearance:[/b] Loran has no hair. His body is completely bald from Chrono-Metric side-effects. His eyes are the color of steel. Loran's build is medium and his clothing of a dark grey. [b]Barcode:[/b] 9584316275204300 [b]Skills:[/b] Loran has extremely good eyesight. [b]Location:[/b] Alloran Sector, Solar System 579, planet Toom, Deimos class (highly toxic atmosphere) [b]Streaming Power:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] Loran has been a slave since birth. He was 'nurtured' by his owner untill age five. Then he began working as a go-for. If his master needed a drink, Loran would get it. If he needed a towel or a tool, Loran would get it. These years made him wiry. He got much exercise and little food. It also made him a survivor. He learned to steal quite well. When he was hungry, Loran would climb through the ductworks and into the kitchen to eat. It's the only thing that kept him alive. When he turned fifteen, Loran was sold to a freighter owner named Calousea. He was very good to his slaves. He fed them well. Gave them time off when they did something exceptional. And even provided fair housing. But it did not last. Calousea went bankrupt only three years later and sold all his slaves to one Tulkot. The beast was without a good bone in it's body. He beat his slaves and worked them to death. Loran endured this for two years before running away. His previous owner caught him only months later. Loran was beaten so severely he slipped into a coma. During this period his powers awakened. When he woke up he could only do things sub-consiously. He would un-knowingly slow the blows his owner hit him with, lessening their pain. He became aware of what he was when he first heard rumors of the gathering on Poleche Tal. For the last five years Loran has been attempting to get there. But his owner never leaves the planet. He is content with mining his own little portion of the planet and never leaving. Somehow he will have to slip into a ship... But he will escape.

Holy *******... Good god. I had no idea... It's awesome. Um... I um, can't think of anything else to say... EDIT Would the Tamer/Trainer be a Blue Mage?

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 954 [b]Alignment:[/b] Evil [b]Race:[/b] Fallen Angel [b]Short Bio:[/b] Ryan was in Heaven for 20 short years before he was banished. He lusted after an earthbound woman and allowed his lust to condem him to a life in hell. That was about 900 years ago. Now Ryan is a Fallen Angel. During his decent into hell, his wings of beauty became tattered and bloodied. Now they are things of horror. Satan himself sought him out and took him under his fatherly hold. Secretly he poisoned his mind. Slowly Ryan became one of his most trusted generals. Now the time has come for the conquest of Earth. And guess who's leading the charge. [b]Weapons:[/b] ---Loche Tao Blade(Made of black silver. The Blade itself is imbued with Satanic magic, but the hilt can only be held by a Fallen Angel. If held by anything else but a Fallen Angel wields it will immediately incinerate the wielders arm.) ---Shizao Gauntlets(Also imbued with Satanic magic. These pieces of armour are set with two large pieces of Black Sapphire. The Sapphires protect against most magic but are very selective about which ones they deflect and which they allow through.) [b]Spells:[/b] [i]Maximos-[/i] Basically pumps adrenaline into his body.

It depens on what mood you catch me in. If you catch me in the morning or late night when I'm tired, you can usually expect me to be quite mature because I lack the goof-off energy. The same if you catch me right after a nap or something. When I'm sugar-stoned or extremely hyper you can guess that I'll probably be immature. I say some funny stuff. And people usually mistake me for far older than 16.

I'm going to post this again. I was sincerely saddened when it died the first time. I would also like to extend invitations to Raiha, Chaos, and DeathKnight. You three were the most active posters and i would like to have you back. [center]~~~[/center] From the desk of the Secretary of Defense: ------January 30th, 2000 This is a report that has been made to explain the occurances that have been happening. When we turned to the year 2000, something happened. In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, there was a large tremor. An immense fissure opened in the earth. Large waves bombarded the east coast of the U.S. and the west coast of Europe. Many casualties have been reported. Over two million men women and children of all ages were killed by the waves. The truth of the matter is that something, in the ranks of Biblical, has happened. It is the opinion of this man that a gate to Hell has been opened. Over the past thirty days there have been reports of winged creatures that swoop down and kill people. People swimming in the oceans have suddenly burst into flames. Lakes have turned to blood. And Earthquakes have rocked cities around the globe. The end of the world has begun. We will all die. By the time someone finds this I will be dead. I will have killed myself. Goodluck and may God be with you all. [b]Edward Lark[/b] Scretary of Defense ------- Shortly after this letter was discovered, a whirlpool appeared over the fissure. Beings started coming out of it frequently. Now the human race is failing. More than three quarters of the world has been overrun by demons. New technologies have been invented to fight the demons, but the beasts are adapting. The once succesful Gamma Bursts (codenamed: Holy Bolts) now barely have any effect. We are failing. Soon we will fall. Something needs to be done. The people are afraid. Many have accepted the end. Many have not. This is the story of your struggle to reclaim your world. Good luck. --- Ok this is what I need from you: [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Alignment:[/b] Please no more than three players as evil. [b]Race:[/b] Human, Demon, Archangel, Fallen Angel [b]Short Bio:[/b] [b]Weapons: [/b] [b]Spells:[/b] Only demons and Archangels may have powerful spells. No more than four. Humans and Fallen may have weak or passive spells.

Sounds like fun to me.

I'll ask my aunt... She knows a lot about this kind of stuff. Do you eat a lot of carrots by any chance? :P [b]EDIT[/b] My aunt says she thinks it's some kind of a thin blood disorder. It's either that or you have way to much plasma in your bloodstream. The extra plasma may be diluting your blood to the point of orangyness. That's all the help I can offer.

OOC: Sorry, sorry... I've been sorting stuff out and such. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Ryan-[/b] "Ok then." Everyone had met eachother. "Let me give you the tour. This was my parents vaction house when they were my age. It's been sitting here for about eighty years and has only needed minor repairs. This is one of two bathrooms. It has a bath and shower, a toilet and two sinks. This room over here was going to be your room, Kaya, but since Jon came along you two get the adjoining rooms upstairs. This will be my room. Um..." I opened a door. "Oh! This is one of the storage rooms. Forgot about that..." I closed the door quickly. It had actually been my parents room. They had died about ten years ago. "Let's go upstairs. You've already seen the entranceway and the living room." The staircase curved up to the second floor. We stepped off. "Down this side will be Quitas room and Sakuras. You can sort out who get's which later, they're both the same. Down here," I led them down the hallway, "is Jon and Kayas rooms. There is a door connecting the two inside, and here is the second bathroom. It also has two sinks, and a toilet. It has two cosed off showers aswell. That just about raps up the tour. The kitchen is a modest one and I'll probably be cooking all the meals. I'll leave you guys to get coordinated while I take care of a little buisiness." I smiled and walked back downstairs. The tournament was looming. There were preparations to be done.

I could say what is on my mind, but that would hurt you probably too much. So I'll say this. Get over it. Everyone is an outcast at least once in their life. Freak (for i'm sure you've been called one)? If you get called a freak take pride in it. It usually means that someone sees you as different, which is not a bad thing. Wierdo? Same thing. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and try.

[b]Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age:[/b] 36 [b]Appearance:[/b] Corey usually dresses in a red crushed velvet suit but for casual wear dons a button up black cotton shirt and light blue khakis. His build is medium. Corey has olive green eyes and light brown hair. He has high cheekbones and a oval head. Corey's height is 6'3". He keeps his facial hair down to a scruffy stubble and has black wire-rim glasses. [b]Personality:[/b] Corey is an overall good guy but has one hell of a temper is provoked. He can be either the nicest guy in the world or the guy that will put you in the hospital on life support. He has a slight bi-polar condition which is the cause of these two very different sides of his personality. When in nice-guy mode he is calm, compassionate, and a very careful thinker. When in mean-guy mode Corey is combative, easily angered, and extrtemely impulsive. [b]Possessions:[/b] A silver stopwatch from his father and a pocket-knife with his initials carved into the ebony handle. [b]Background:[/b] Corey grew up in inner city New York. Murder, rape, theft, and destruction were all normalities in his life. His parents sheltered him. They didn't let him out of the house except with one of them. His only escape was reading. He read every book in their house. He bought books with the small amout of money his parents gave him. He borrowed books from the library every chance he got. During his fourth grade year he was diagnosed with the bi-polar syndrome. He would randomly start fights and even more randomly stop taking his meds. When his family finally got him on medicines that did not alter his state of mind he took them on a regular basis. After finishing Highschool with a 4.0 average he went on to Harvard Law to become a lawyer. He flew through college without having much of a problem, but did not recieve his diploma after failing Physics II. Corey was devastated. He stopped taking his medicine and was thrown in jail for beating a man so severely he slipped into a coma. Now the man is a landscaper at a school. After getting out of prison at the age of 27, he went back to college and got his diploma. He went on and got his Masters in law. He now hold a firm of his own and is quite well off. [b]Outstanding Qualities:[/b] Careful thinking. [b]Other Notes:[/b] He has a scar above his left elbow from the fight that landed him in jail.

Eh... I guess I could do it. Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 20 Gender: Male Class: Pyre (Mage with fire oriented Magics) History: When Ryan was young, he was trained by the most elite group of Mages money could buy. In short, he was a spoiled little brat. He got whatever he wanted. His family was rich, and still is. During his families many dealings, they became quite good friends with the Yami family. For some reason they thought that having an arranged marriage would be a good idea. It was mutually beneficial for both families to have cildren marry. Ryans family would become more rich and the Yami family would get land. When Ryan turned twenty he was introduced to his wife. She was five years younger than him, but still stunning. As lustful as ever, Ryan accepted (not that he had any say in the first place) and married the girl. Soon after she ran away. And so the search begins.

Well by all accounts I should be dead. I was born about a month and a half premature, I was jaundace(sp?), and was very small. My birthweight was close to 4 pounds 9 ounces. They had to keep my in the hospital for about two months and the docs never thought I'd survive. But, hey. Look at me now. I'm almost seventeen and a pretty healthy person. I guess I defied some odds there.

Congrats dude. I kinda figured you were gay even though I never read you blog or anything. I'm still one of you best buds. That'll never change. I wish I could say more, but I'm being yelled at by my friend to get off his computer. [b]EDIT[/b] Finnaly I'm on my own computer. Have you told your family yet? I suggest you do it carefully. When I joined the GSA(Gay Straight Alliance) at school my dad got all wierd and though that I was turning gay. For some reason, even though he has plenty of gay/lesbian/bi friends, he has a problem with me associating directly with homosexual clubs/after-school stuff. If they love you, they will accept it. It may take a while but the fact that you are their son will come through. Good luck Brian. :)

I'm going to guess that Harry was having a bad day. Either that or he was in the mood to say something offensive. I'm glad it worked out for you Defcon. If I had gotten to this thread sooner I would have posted my advice.

What the hell is a forum big brother? I really don't know anyone like that. If I happen to get involved with someone of that nature I simply get into as many debates as I can. I love to debate and have gotten quite good at it. Unless the topic is religion, I've found it's virtually impossible to debate with someone about their religion, I will debate anything I'm well informed about. Either that or ignore them.

I got a consult over the phone with a musular doctor that I know, it turns out that my shaking hands are an early stage of arthritus (sp?). Woo for me. He wants to see me to make sure, but that's what he said it sounds like. I told him about the pot and he said that there is no way that is it. To everyone that said I got very good deals on my pot, yes I did. I know someone really well. He grows it in his basement. I'd say that he sold me a good pound over the course. And he said not to worry about the cost. Perhaps he was hoping to get me very dependant. I was biking yesterday for a good four hours. I bought a new one too. I think I've found my alternative. For those that suggested rehab, I'm way to proud/embarrased to go. Unless it becomes an extremely unmanageable problem I won't go. Thank you all. I'm going to take a small leave from Ob. I plan on sorting this out with some help from friends and a few others. I plan on conquering this.

It's not the actual drug that's addictive, it the high. Everything is just so much better when your high.... And my life pretty much sucks save my girlfriend and a few very close friends.

Bah... There should be a rule against disecting peoples posts. I like them, but I like other bands a lot better.

I can't quite bring myself to tell anyone I know off the computer yet, so I thought I would get some advice and support from the wonderful people of Ob. About two months ago I got high with a few friends before a concert. It felt damn good. I'm not going to lie about that. The concert was probably less fun than I remember. But I wish I had said no. Now it's two months later. I've spent probably a good 180 US dollars on marijuana. I have a lot in my room right now and can barely stop myself from smoking it whenever I have the chance. After about the first month, I began to see some symptoms of addiction. I was thinking about being high a lot of the time. My hands were shaking a little and I was slower to respond. Now my hands shake a lot. I can't stop thinking about being high and my responce time has dropped very much. I want to quit. I will quit. But I'm not sure how. Does anyone have any suggestions or experiances that could help me?

It's kinda dark... Is it supposed to move or something? I'm confused...

A dictionary of English.... heh.

Sadistically appealing. I clap for you, and would gladly read more of your work.