Corey

... It's really not a good idea to copy other people creations. Kind of makes me think of cheating. But I guess since I have absolutely no idea how Sakura acts, or what her history is, I will accept your character. [b]Project Gray-Phase Players [i][color=red]FINAL[/color][/i] The Harlequin TrickyNicky Lalaith Ril Shikaku Kitoku erinzyger Ohkami Myself[/b] Signup's are now officially closed. If you are desperately wanting to get into this RPG, PM me and we wil work something out. *wanders away talking about stealing souls*

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 48 [b]Appearance:[/b] Ryan sports a nicely bald head and a very loose black robe. His eyes are green flecked with orange and his build is medium. [b]Bio:[/b] When the Mages broke back out of their prisons, Ryan was finnaly able to come out of hiding. For his entire life he devoted every waking moment to the worship of these 'gods'. Un-numbered tributes, blood sacrifices, and self mutilation were only some of the ways Ryan payed homage to his masters. Now that they are out, this world will fall. [b]Occupation:[/b] Stormscape Master (A type of Dark Mage) [b]Spells:[/b] Electrify- Bolts of lightning hit the enemy. Suffocate- Strong winds suck the air from the persons lungs. Maelstrom- Dark wind slices through the body, corrupting and killing it. [b]Weapons:[/b] Seven foot metal staff.

If I didn't have so much patience... Frickin thing took about two minutes to load... Very simple, yet appealing. *sets it as desktop* Looks good. But the green doesn't sit well with me. It would be better as an off blue.

I'd have to say when one of my best friends on the board took an extended leave of absence. I still miss her as do many others.

Just myself. And nothing more.

Revised [b]People In The Harlequin TrickyNicky Lalaith Ril Shikaku Kitoku Myself[/b]

*swears to start buying books of Mitch's if they ever hit the shelves* Jeze man, you got talent.

What a wonderful night. The sky was clear and the stars were out. The air was crisp and cool against my long dead skin. This would be a perfect night to hunt. Unfortunately, I was not a hunter. My food arrived to me every evening by way of a local farmer. Him and I have an agreement. One chicken every night and I pay him one gold piece every week. [b]Chicken-[/b] "Cluck. Cluck." I carresed it's feathers lovingly. This was my alternative. Animals were my food. Human blood could become tainted. The evil humans tasted bland. The good? Too sweet. But animals only knew how to live. They all had the same rich taste of survivors. "Cluck..." [b]Ryan-[/b] "My precious little friend. You will sustain me for another night. And for that I thankyou. But unfortunately, you must relinquesh your life to me. Goodnight, sleep well." [b]Chicken-[/b] "Cluck?" I placed the fowl in a wooden box. The box was sealed tight once the latch was thrown, and the only opening was a small round hole. I placed the box with the hold pointing up and placed my hands on either side of the box. Not having to hunt humans every day has given us, the Zu Oxi Balik ve Vaempyroh, time to enhance our other abilities. Though our strength and speed have dwindled over the years, our knowlege and mental prowess have improved exponetially. The box gave a small shudder, and a liquid pouring sound filled the area. I blinked, and a crumpled chicken carcass flew out of the hole. It was stained red and completely drained of it's blood. I held the hole up to my mouth and drank deeply from the box. The blood of the animal coursed thorugh my veins. I emptied the box and secured it to the tree. I'd be back tomarrow night. [b]Ryan-[/b] "A lower quality... I'm going to have to speak with this man..." I drifted down to the ground and touched the dirt with a small puff of dust. The night was still young. Plenty of time to get to the farmers home.

I've always felt that FEP's are a very bad idea. You get a person from one culture and plop them in the middle of a completely different one. They may not speak english very well or they may do things differently. They will be ridiculed for it. A very bad idea, in my opinion.

Christ... This is just one gigantic spam fest. *Requests Thread Be Closed*

Okay. I guess this is all I'm going to get. [b]People In[/b] [b]The Harlequin TrickyNicky Lalaith Ril Myself[/b] If anyone else wants to sign up I'll still keep the signup's open. You can look for the RPG in a day or so.

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Description:[/b] Ryan is about 6' 5" tall and very, very skinny. He has almost no muscle mass and has never been bothered by his grossly underweight body. His hair is very thin and completely grey. His eyes are a bery pale blue, and his clothing usually consists of a black satin suit. [b]Country:[/b] USA [b]Bio:[/b] When the Crystal War game first came out, he was eleven. Immediately he got one. Being the son of a rich, divorced mother had it's advantages. She could never punish him, without feeling despicably guilty, and always bought him anything he wanted. Ryan played the game for hours n end, only stopping to eat or use the toiletries. He barely slept and associated with friends even less. He became a solitary young man, but excelled in the game. When the new version of the game came out, Ryan was eighteen. He dropped out of school and dedicated his life to mastering the new game. Soon, he won every tournament around his hometown. He took a small purse and lived off it for as long as he could. After the money ran out, he moved to England where there we daily tournaments. He moved through them easily, being stopped momentarily by a few good fighters. When the first Striker Sento sponsered tournament came to England, he signed up automatically. He flew through the competition untill round twenty seven. A man damaged his crystal and fractured his skull. He took an entire year off to repair it. His skull healed and his crystal became even better. He took second place in the second Striker Sento sponsered tourny in England. Sento has just announced a new tournament. Ryan plans on signing up as soon as the modifications to his crystal are complete. He will not lose this tournament. [b]Crystal:[/b] [i]SubSonic[/i]- It feeds off his will and makes him up to, so far, seventy-eight times faster. [b]Special Attacks:[/b] Quick Jab- A punch at a very fast speed. Iron Will- Concentraits and increases his speed by five times. Whirlwind- Spins and kicks at un-trackable speeds. Syn- An attack based solely on hate. It fuels his crystal and let's out a burst of supersonic energy. [b]Team:[/b] Hyper Speed Knights [b]Appearance in Crystal Forum:[/b] Dressed in completely black. His silk shirt is tight-fitting and his satin pants slightly baggy. He wears a black trenchcoat untill his crystal begins to power up.

*steals Scratn's avatar* That's freakin awesome. A storyline is always a good thing. I know what you're talking about, but a lot of others may not. You also might want to post a sign up sheet. Ask people to display their name, age, sex, personality, etc...

[b]A List For Convienence[/b] [i]Mortals[/i] Heartless Me: Character Daved Blayne KiaraStarr: Character Ayami Ohkami: Character Sasuka [i]Fallen[/i] Lalaith Ril: Character Cy Strain KnightOfTheRose: Character Ryan Schezar

[b]Name-[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age-[/b] 31 [b]Sex-[/b] Male [b]Description-[/b] About six feet. Has very thin, sandy colored hair and a short stubble on his chin. His complexion is very pale and his face is gaunt. He wears whatever he happens to find on his floor that day, so it can be anything from a torn shirt to a pair of suit pants. His body is thin but muscular. You could call him wirey. [b]Bio-[/b] Ryan had the ESPM installed when he was thirteen. He was captured off the streets and quickly sedated. They dragged him into the room and locked him into the operation table. Anestisia was pumped into his blood stream and his skull was slowly peeled away. The module was inserted into his frontal lobe. The electricity immediately began flowing into the unconnected nervendings. The dumped his operation-weakened body right where they had gotten it from. He was rushed to the hospital by his parents when they found him. The X-Rays revealed the module, but the doctors said it was completely out of the question to try and take out. Besides, they said it didn't seem to be harming anything. Around his eighteenth birthday his powers presented themselves for the first time. He willed his parents to rent him a house out of their own pockets. To his surprise, it worked. For almost an entrie year, he did nothing but make people give him things and do serivces for him. He then met a girl. In blind teenage lust he forced her into bed with his powers. She charged him with rape and the case was sent to the states highest court. He used his powers to force the jury to find him innocent. He left the courtroom with his head hung low. Ryan swore to only use his powers when he must, and to use them sparingly. He is now thirtyone years old. He works at a local lawncare company and makes a little less than thirty thousand a year. Recently, he met someone with an ability like his. She could read peoples minds. He loved her. But their love wasn't meant to last. She left after almost six months. Before she left, she was speaking of a program that they were a part of. Something called Gray Boy or Gray Daze. It had something to do with their powers and a man named Tjaden. [b]Ability-[/b] Invade

Miss Moonflow, unless you edit your signup you will not be accepted into the RPG. I am strictly enforcing the 200 words minimum. Your post, including section names and numbers, is only 144.

[b]Aide-[/b] "Doctor, he's not going to survive. The modual is expelling far too much energy. His brain is swelling... We have to remove it." [b]Doctor-[/b] "No. We need the data. Leave it in untill termination occurs." [b]Aide-[/b] "But Doctor!" [b]Doctor-[/b] "Do not defy me. We [i]need[/i] this data to continue the project. You should have checked you morals at the door. This is war. We will win and Project Gray-Phase will be our key." [b]Aide-[/b] "Heart has stopped... Beggining removal of Gray-Phase Acceleration Module Zero-Zero-One." [b]Doctor-[/b] "Good. Report back to me once you've extracted the data. I'll be with Tjaden." [center]~~~[/center] Project Gray-Phase is the first of it's kind to implement the use of the ESPM (Extra Sensory Perceptual Module). The ESPM is a sphere of electricity. When impanted into a certain part of the brain the module will activate certain inert segments of the lobe. The activation results in the manifestation of powers in the subject (see below for a fully documented list). The powers range in strength from very weak to destructive. The first experiments were failures. The subject died due to massive brain swelling and hemorraging. Included in the ESPM is a small data storage device. It records how often the person taps into the module for power before the lobe segments can function on their own. This data is crucial for the creation of better modules. The time is now over twenty years after the first tests were run. There are exactly 746 people walking the streets with ESPM's in their brains. Most don't know that they have the module. Their abilities are far too insignificant to play any large role. You are among the few that have a very high level of mental abilities. Some of you have chosen to ignore your abilities. Pretending they are not even there. Others imbrace them, and use them. Recently, some of the Gray-Phase subjects have been mysteriously dissapearing. There have been witnesses that have seen them simply 'pop out', to quote one individual. You need to know what these dissapearences are, for they have all happened to subjects with very strong abilities, like you. The first step is to find a man named Tjaden (Jay?Den). Good luck. [center]~~~[/center] [b]List of [i]documented[/i] ESPM Effects ([color=red]CONFIDENTIAL[/color]-Your Eyes Only) One) Telekinesis- The ability to move things with your mind. Two) Precognition- The ability to sence the immediate future. Three) Pyrokinesis- The ability to create and control fire with your mind. Four) Electrokinesis- The ability to create and control electricity with your mind. Five) Empathy- The ability to sence and experiance other peoples feelings. Six) Telepathy- The ability to read peoples minds. Seven) Highten- Hightens all of your sences to an extreme level. Eight) Hallucinate- The ability to create and control illusions that seem real. Nine) Invade- The ability to control another persons mind. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Name-[/b] [b]Age-[/b] (above 20 but below 35) [b]Sex-[/b] [b]Description-[/b] (I would prefer you to use words to describe and not pictures.) [b]Bio-[/b] [b]Abilities-[/b] (see list) [center]~~~[/center] [b]A note to the participants:[/b] I have a few things to say before you sign up, Firstly, I will be choosing who get's into this RPG by quality of signup. Second, each ability does not have to be chosen and there can be more than one person with the same ability. Thirdish, the people that have the ESPM's were captured and operated on. I will allow one volunteer, but make it CLEAR in your Bio that you volunteered. It's on a first come first serve basis so whoever gets it first, gets it. The rest will have to be captured in their Bio's. Last, do not post here with a signup that is less than twohundred words. If you do, you will be automatically denied.

[b]Name:[/b] Corey Roos [b]Age:[/b] 14 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Weapon:[/b] Long Sword [b]Bio:[/b] For the first five years of his life, Corey had it easy. His father worked at a bank. His mother stayed home to care for him. He attended a preschool. He had friends. Then his parents, both twentyfive at the time, began using all sorts of hardcore drugs. His fater became a meth-head. His mother had a taste for ecstacy. And both heavily used heroin. No one seemed to care about Corey. One day, when his father was up to his eyeballs in heroin, he decides it would be funny to see what a little dope would do to his kid. He ties him down and injects his neck with the needle. The world swims. Corey vomits. He spasms, breaking a blood vessel and causing permanent damage to his left eye. His father swears to go clean. The next week, he's back to doing meth. He begins buying meth from a man known as Flagg. Flagg has 'the good stuff' as his father put it. He becomes mean when high. He beats Corey, doesn't remember doing it, and then blames it on his mother. He beats her up. Nearly ten years Corey put up with it. But no more. No more... [b]Description (This World):[/b] Usually wears loosefitting shirts and black felt pants. The right eye is a brilliant blue. The left, a mass of red. His hair is sandy brown in most spots but has slowly begun to turn grey around the back. [b]Description (That World):[/b] Very much the same, only both eyes are normal and blue. His cloths change to complete black attire and a long black trenchcoat. His sword is carried on his back in a custom sheath.

Well I'd drink the water. They probably said it was safe because it passes through some sort of filtration/purification system before it goes into the houses. I find the first two extremely entertaining. The last? Kind of sad.

Hmmm... Let's call me Etherical Flame.

*remebers avatar and banner thread he recently made* I got zero replies to that and I've been here over a year. It doesn't bother me anymore. People either looked at my stuff and said: "Wow, that boatload of cr@p doesn't even warrant a reply." or "Hey that's cool. Whoops dinner's ready! Gotta go!" Help threads usually get a few responces. There are the minorities that don't. [size=1]whatever...[/size]

That is not a good attitude at all. *uck being the bearer of bad news. Your friends need help. They may feel grown up, but what happens when one of them comes down with a STD or if the intercourse rape victim becomes pregnant? Tell their parents. N O W

I thought this sounded familiar. I think I signed up last time but got rejected or something along that line. [b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Race:[/b] Vampire [b]Weapons:[/b] A fair amount of telekinesis. [b]Alignment:[/b] Zu Oxi Balik ve Vaempyroh

How the hell did that work out? Whoa... Bizzare.

To answer you, Sara, the original image is that of Vincent sitting atop a roof while in the background there is a pink lightning storm. *scrounges around computer files...* 'Ere we go. *attaches pic*