Corey

I um... see a name for Cloricus... Start the RPG?

Bravo Mitch. Good lord, bravo... Never in my life could I write anything so gruesomely detailed. Jezze...

I really like it. 8/10 ;)

*falls out of chair laughing* Guess who expected to see a few cars with .hack people on them! ME! Oh man... *wipes tear from eye* That was funny. *ahem* I like both the pics, never actually haing seen the character you're talking about, i'd say they are quite good.

I began getting into flatland BMXing, but realized after about three months that I'm just not coordinated enough. I'll just stick to using my bike for trasportation.

Wow... Um... I really like this last poem of yours. It's very long but well worth the read. I really live the repetition of the poem. It's smooth and not very noticable. The rhyme scheme is unpredictable but also smooth. Definitly a keeper. *saves*

I must say I'm looking forward to it. I haven't participated in an RPG with you, Carren, since 'Aeons... The Hidden World'. [edit]And the well written character, as you put it, is the result of not writing anything for about two and a half weeks.

Let's see.... I do like the Haiku, so please don't take the following statement the wrong way. Traditionally, Haiku's are not written about love, metaphorical items, religion, or anything else that could be considered human. Usually Haiku's are written about nature or about natural things. Such as: [center]The wind blows harshly Whipping the clouds into a Cone of destruction[/center] A tornado if you haven't already guessed. Just a brief lesson in history.

Now that I have a nice program that allows me to save as [i]proper[/i] file formats, I plan to be doing a lot more stuff for you peoples. I did this little piccy in about twenty minutes. Please don't be too harsh. I am running a very low quality Adobe Photo program (Photodeluxe 2.0).

[b][size=1]----------Fallen Angel's Need[/size][/b] [b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [i](I think I may need a new name...)[/i] [b]Age:[/b] Unknown (Appears to be 27) [b]Appearance:[/b] See attachment. [b]History:[/b] Childhood? Family? Friends? What is that? Ryan never had a family. No friends. He has absolutely no memory of his childhood. Ryan started life as a man in his mid twenties. How he grew up, where, and when is a mystery to him. Ryan does know one thing, he doesn't age. When his memory began, the year was 1867. It is now 2003. He is at least 150 years old, if not more. He slept on the streets of England for almost a year before he fell ill and was committed to a local hospital. His body cured itself seeming to fight the infection overnight. After he was released, he began working at a local steel mill. After his tenth year people begna realizing he wasn't aging. He wasn't gaining muscle. His hair wasn't even growing. People began harrassing him. He slayed everyone in the mill with an iron sword he had bought. He left England. In America, his luck didn't change a bit. He could not stay in one place for more than a few years, for people began to grow suspicious. He would kill those that confronted him and burn their bodies. The river was the best hiding place for the bones. After almost sixty years, he left America. Now? Ryan resides in a desolate piece of wilderness in Canada. Far away from anyone, he simply lives there. No one to trouble him. No one to tease him. No one to kill... Only a spot to hone his skills with the sword, and to meditate on his violent urges. Something stirs... Recently, meditaion has been difficult. Flashes of red... Screams invade his mind... Images of chains streached to their limit, and failing to hold their prisoners... His mind calls to these beasts. The dark shadows in front of searing flames... They whisper... [FONT=century gothic]"Lead us... Lead us. [b]LEAD US![/b]"[/FONT]

OOC: I could have swore that this was set in a medieval timeframe. Please, someone, correct me if I'm wrong.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Harry [/i] [B]That's what happens when kids don't get spanked, they get weak. [/B][/QUOTE] [b]Personality Number One-[/b] When I don't get spanked I get unhappy... [b]Personality Number Two-[/b] I find this far too funy to even make a decent reply. Oh man.... This is getting brought up the next time I'm at the trax with my buds...

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Codename:[/b] Vertigo [b]Position:[/b] Mechanic [b]Age:[/b] 24 [b]Height:[/b] 6' 2" [b]Bio:[/b] In the Matrix, Ryan was a succesful department store owner. He had a good life. He was pulling in six figures a year. He had a wife, three children, a dog, a cat, a goldfish, and a nice two pound in-operable tumor in his spinal cord. His family searched out ever possible cure. No luck. He was truding his way to work one morning when Morpheaus appeared and asked if he wanted to take a walk. He told Ryan of the Matrix and the real world. Intrigued, Ryan readily accepted the red pill. As the trace program wound it's way into Ryan's body he began to feel the pain from the tumor subside. He awoke, unconsious, inside the Nebucaneza. He drifted in and out of consiousness for the next month. Thoughts of brain damage and not being able to cope flooded the minds of the crew. Ryan awoke one day to find Morpheaus standing over him. "If you cannot accept this for what it is, reality, you will die. It's your choice." Ryan stood and hugged Morpheaus. He thanked him and told him about his tumor. Morpheause explained that t was a way for the Matrix to keep it's population in check and at the same time have enough food for the living. Morpheaus assigned him to the Whistler, where he spent countless months mastering the inner workings of the ship. He became one of two mechanics on the ship. Ryan took the loss of Neo and the Nebucaneza's crew very hard. Now he works to better the ship and disrupt the machines tracking system. How hard it is... [b]Description:[/b] [img]http://www.0three0.net/anime/kaji/gfx/main-face.gif[/img] [b]Time Awakened:[/b] 3 years, 1 month, 16 weeks, 2 days, 7 hours, 14 minutes, and counting... [b]Weapon preferences:[/b] Throwing Weapons, preferably knifes or shurikens.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Leave. This is not a place for children." The young Natiake made a yelp in surprise and ran from the temple. I smiled to myself and turned my head back to the sandy floor. "Almost done..." Sweat dribbled down my face, stinging my eyes. The spell was almost finished. With my finger I traced another symbol into the sand. I bent and touched the floor with my outstreached hands. "[i]Optunitru Protectae Miscontrel Celerae.[/i]" I straightened up and took out my wand. "From the bones of our enemies may our village be protected one more." A jet of flame issued from the tip of one of the bones and melted the sand into glass. The symbols stood out in big black scorch marks. I got to my feet and walked onto the pane of glass. Red light spouted from the symbols and into the air outside of the temple. I walked off of the glass and crumpled to my knees. Forty-seven hours... The spell was getting harder and harder to perform. Perhaps it had something to do with the current increase in aggresive monsters in the area. They had decimated two of my previous spells only weeks after I had cast them. I crawled from the temple and into the fresh air. [b]Woman-[/b] "Ryan! Father Ryan! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" I looked up at her weakly. [b]Ryan-[/b] "I'll be fine. I just need a little... sleep..." Her face swam. The sky revolved around me. [b]Woman-[/b] [size=1]Ryan! Someone help me take him back to his house. He's passed out. Poor dear."[/size]

Bravo! That would make one kickass tattoo! *saves*

[b]Personality Number One-[/b] This is the kind of stuff that get's you in trouble. [b]Personality Number Two-[/b] But it's damn funny. ;)

[b]Personality Number One-[/b] Use the edit button. It's on the bottom of you post and it says 'EDIT'. [b]Personality Number Two-[/b] I really don't like it at all. *checks how old KKC is* You should definitly be able to do better. 3/10

[b]Personality Number One-[/b]If they don't let you leave you can always stay in the house for another year free of charge considering that you payed for a year when, as the documents say, you never even lived there in the first place. [b]Personality Number Two-[/b] My computer once told me it was February 30th. Turned out I had a virus.

*applause* I don't enjoy adding color to my hand draw items... It seems to mess them up. But you definitly do it well. 9/10

Definitly emotion filled. Bravo none-the-less.

It's a little hard to wrap my head around. Maybe I'm just thick. Perhaps a flow map, or a little picture thing would help.

Darky... Heh... I should mutilate you for that, but I just don't have the proper instruments with me. What a pity. I will also be wreaking havoc by way of wearing a barrel when I walk across the stage, and nothing else.

And then the banner.

[b]A Note To The Mods-[/b] Sorry about the double post. I made myself a matching set of avatar and banner thingies. You like?

[b]Personality Number One-[/b] Hmmm... Learn to use the edit button. [b]Personality Number Two-[/b] Let's shed new light into this thread. You said that one of your friends [i](forced?)[/i] gave oral sex. While this is generally harmless, despite the possible psycological problems, she could now be infected with a few different STD's. I suggest that you tell the parent/s about the incident. Your other friend which was raped (I'm assuming forced sexual intercourse) could face many, many more possible infectious problems. On top of an infectious outcome, there is also the possibility of pregnacy. As grossly unfair as this seems, having a baby through rape, our bodily systems work the same no matter how certain things get placed in certain areas. Tell the parents. And to quote DeathKnight, [b]"That's life."[/b]