Corey

No, I just captured and put them onto the background. Only a little creative copy and paste, like this one.

I decided to mess around with my new operating system and found a cool little capture program. These are my new creations. Hope you like.

Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 43 Weapon: Bone Wand- (used for spell casting) A wand made out of the bones of ancient Celts. Imbued with fire magics. Ancestory: Nataike Area: Jajen Sex: Male

Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 29 Hair: Black Eyes: Pale Grey Height: 5' 10" Weight: 110 Department: CounterTerrorism Rank: Private Major Weapons: Three diamond edged knifes attached to three strategic points on his body. Skills: Stealth, Infiltration, Silent Kills Strengths: Eyesight, Low Heart Rate

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 2654 [b]Affiliation:[/b] Loner [b]Weapons:[/b] Bladed Whip [b]Description:[/b] Very, almost painfully, thin. His eyes glow a very bright grey in the moonlight. Scars all over his body. Overly large canines. Messy white hair. [b]Bio:[/b] Ryan was made a vampire at the age of 34. He was stolen from his family and turned by rouge fanatics. They tourtured him and demented him prior to changing him. They turned him lose and set him against the world. His first hundred years were spent indulging his thirts with the blood of humans. Insanity was always a close companion. The rouges that tourtured him left him not only physically scarred but mentally. He retreated to the mountains of Asia and stayed there, feeding off the blood of the ocasional wanderer. The times have changed. The voices in his head have urged him to come down from his mountain prison. What's next?

OOC: I highly doubt there are guns. Oyeah, you wanted advice. I will now give it to you. Read other peoples posts. It annoys the writers to no end when you suddenly plop them in a place that is nowhere near where they were. Or when you make them do something completely out of character. Take heed, you will not make it very far in the Adventure Arena if this behavior contiues. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Alain-[/b] "Leave me be." The man raised an eyebrow but contiued driving the cart. The road was bumpy. He wanted to make conversation. I didn't. I had enough to deal with in my own head. [b]Cart Driver-[/b] "Are you sure? Conversation makes the time go faster." He gave me a large wholehearted smile. I smiled slightly. [b]Alain-[/b] "Yeah, I'm sure." [b]Cart Driver-[/b] "Ok buddy. Jordin is only another hour away. You can see it now." He pointed over the back of the roadworn donkey. I lifted my hood and took in one of the most beautiful sights my ageless eyes have ever held. The city was surrounded by a yellowbrick wall. It shimmered and shined in the bright light. The many buildings were peaked with wonderful steaples that reached toward my former home. Gargoyles and angels watched over the city from the peaks of the buildings. [b]Alain-[/b] "Oh..." The man nodded and hunkered back down into his seat.

Some of my best sales are on our schools campus. I once sold half a case of candy to one person. Eh... I agree that the girl should be severly punished. Anyone did that in my school they would get expelled. When it comes to acting dishonorably on a school sponsored trip, I think everyone should be expelled.

Hmmm... For some strange and self-destructing reason, my ability to get over things very fast is also frowned upon... Sad. The people that grieve for days on end must have some kind of inability to cope with the many curveballs that life throws. I aparently have a pitch attracting mit on my head. My advice to your friend, buy a puppy.

Congrats. If I were to suddenly feel the need to serve my country I'd go into the Air Force.

I suppose that this can go the other way too. Do people do bad things simply to satisfy their own feelings of insecurity? Do they do sadistic or evil things because they like it? Or do they simply do it to keep up their 'bad-boy' image? I know far too many people that do the latter. They push people around, start fights, and hit women simply to prove that they are tough and won't take anything from anyone. It seems stupid to me. To the original question: I believe that most of the good deeds out there are done solely on the basis of improving ones reputation. I try not to do too many good things only because they tend to backfire. I set up this couple a few months back only to hear today that the guy put the girl in the hospital with a broken jaw. He's now facing a bunch of charges and a few years in prison.

I'm not sure if it's an actual water car, but more a long the lines of a completely stand-alone hydrogen engine. No need for gasoline or any other product to cause the reaction.

OOC: Please. Please put a little more effort into your posts Sakuramon. They're almost painful to read. [center]~~~[/center] [i]It wasn't your fault, you know.[/i] [b]Alain-[/b] "Yes it was..." The voice had become far more pronounced over the last hour. It had it's own tone, it's own dialect and moods. [i]No, it wasn't. They threw you out because you succumbed to your obviously normal impulses. She was beautiful after all...[/i] I shook my head in vain, attempting to make the voice go away. It mumbled things about insanity to my weary mind. In fact, I [b]was[/b] most likely going insane. It wouldn't surprise me. [i]After all those years down here. How could you not go insane?[/i] I nodded weakly and cursed myself for giving the voice recognition. It would simply get louder now. [b]Alain-[/b] "Please.... Just shut up." I heard a tsking sound in my mind. [i]But I'm not even here.[/i] And all at once everything got quiet. No more voice. No more arguments. No more mumbles. Complete silence. I smiled to myself and began walking toward the town of Jordin. I had affairs there.

Either how good he is, or how much he reads. How about a nueral interface. Much like in The Matrix, but on a much smaller scale. Something that would plug into your temple or side of neck. You'd be able t control your computer through thought. That would be fun and convienent. But then you'd realize how slow your computer actually is.

I"m dropping out of this RPG. There are far too many people in it already that have no respect for the rules. This RPG is going to die very slowly. But! Before it does, it's going to accumulate enough spam to feed Iraq for a year. Good luck and Satans Blessings.

OOC: Read the posts more carefully enigma. I left the bar. I will play it your way simply because it's easier than completly ignoring your post. [center]~~~[/center] [b]??-[/b] "Who is that man over there?" The voice dropped and the rest of the conversation was lost in the drafty bar. I turned my head carefully and glanced at the man. A red robe. Must be a mage... Let's check, shall we? I closed my eyes and began scanning the room. It was an ability that I retained from when I was acended. Five human auras. Two on the inside, three right outside. Me, a black and tormented mass of light, and the mage. His was crystaline and blue, easily broken. I reached out with my mind and gripped it. The mage's chest gave a heave. He cried out sharply and dropped to his knees, attempting to breath. I relesed my grip, stood up, and walked over to him. [b]Alain-[/b] "Don't follow." I walked out of the tavern and began walking north.

My vote will be going to Mitch. I liked the way you ended it. To Sara, I think I missed a few too. I plan on printing off a list of the characters and reading them in detail.

Oh Christ, you put me in your sig... --------------- [b]Alain-[/b] "Another." I tapped the bar idly and waited for the bartender to pour my drink. Slowly the glass was filled with a rose colored liquid. I downed it in one jerk of my head. Being fallen certainly has it's downsides. "You can't get drunk..." [b]Bartender-[/b] "Pardon me sir?" I shook my head and slid three gold pieces onto the bar. "It's not enough, sir. You had thirteen glasses..." Glaring at the man, I reached in and got another two. He knodded. A fallen angel. Barely able to live without being shunned. All that knew who I was hated and dispised me. The one's that didn't welcomed my power and loved me for it. Or was it my power they loved? No matter. Being with someone that doesn't like you is better than solitude. I grabbed my bag and left the small building they called a bar. Never in my life had I tasted such a horrible wine. So young. I shook my head again, attempting to clear it of meaningless thoughts. It was no use. When your age escapes you, all things eventually seem meaningless. So where was it you were off to again? [b]Alain-[/b] "Heaven? Hell? I'll settle for a bed..." They say talking to yourself is a sign of insanity. "It's merely a sign of an elightened thinker..."

I had a good idea while sitting on the floor during Jazz class today. What about a self tuning instrument. It would definitly save time and you wouldn't have to worry about being out of tune.

Ocular implants. Project the screen directly into your retina via cables in your eye muscles. That'd be cool.

I'm sorry for the horrible sign-up... I spent about 20 min on my first draft and then IE decided to suddenly quit and erase it all. [center]~~~[/center] [b]Name:[/b] Alain LeFlore [b]Age:[/b] Lost In The Winds Of Time [b]Class:[/b] Fallen Angel [b]Race:[/b] Angel [b]Alignment:[/b] Nuetral/Evil [b]Proficiencies:[/b] Proficient in many types of low and high level magic and is highly experinced in dagger. [b]Weapons Of Choice:[/b] Five Holy Daggers, strapped to different part of his body. [b]Bio:[/b] Alain had once been a servant to the God of Life. He would deal with plaetary matters but always remain true to his Lord. Unfortunately, he could never be void of such things that were his nature before he ascended. He lusted after an earthly woman and bed her. The God of Life banished him from his heavenly kingdom. Alain has staked the earth ever since. [b]Description:[/b] Wears mostly black clothing. Underneath the black cloak and undershirt, he wears a mail made of Blessed Steel. Very strong and magical. His face is scar-ridden and bleak. A small stubble covers his chin and piercing blue eyes perfectly contrast his stoic nature.

All it is is advertising. 'Badboys' sell. It's always been that way. Also it's the only direction the doomed Rap genre can go in. They've sang, and I use that term incredibly loosely, about almost everything. Why not take shots at other rappers? It'll keep them going a bit longer.

Necking in the dark hallways at school... Does that make me a bad person?

Some drugs are far more damaging than cigs. Even pot has more cancer causing agents than cigs on a ratio of Blunt : Cig. LSD can permanently damage all sorts of stuff in your body and Acid can severly damage your brain and stomach. Coke can rot your nose away and cause cancer. Meth(Also known as Speed) can do all sorts of nasty things to you, one of the worst being abnormal heart rhythms. And I hope everyone know about Ecstacy. Don't ever take drugs, man. They aren't all colors and laughing. There's also death and more death.

About time a good RPG comes into the light. I'm getting soooo sick of the monotonous RPG's that have been apearing. I'll definitly be back as Ryan, but I'm going to modify him a bit. More background, that is. Also to anyone new that will be joining, I suggest you at least read the [b]Lord Of The Rings: A New Evil[/b] RPG that is the precursor to this. [b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 25 [b]Weapons:[/b] [color=Red][b]Redwood Staff[/b][/color] symbolizing his fire oriented alignment. [color=Red][b]Cloak Of Dismissal[/b][/color] replaces his older and more worn cloak. Given to him by the Elves, the cloak wards off any fire or ice oriented magic. [color=Red][b]Throwing Daggers[/b][/color] simple throwing daggers. [b]Biography:[/b] At a very early and tender age, Ryan was sent to study with some of the Wizard elite at a secluded academy. He was schooled in the ways of magic by Master Selerion Untes. After almost a year it became apparent that Ryan was skilled in the fire elements. He majored in them and excelled. After nearly twenty years of studies and training, Ryan embarked on his first real mission. Master Untes sent him to Rivendell to ask the Elves about the strange happenings in Mordor. As it seems, a new evil, Bahamut had remade the Ring and taken control of it. Yet with the re-molding of the ring came a great and sinister force. Brought from the bowels of nothingness, the Void took up residence inside of the Ring. Bahamut inhabited young Ryan's mind and destroyed his it with the aid of the Ring and the Void. He overcame but was left with a horrible evil scar that will never dissapear. With the triumph over both great evils, the quest was over. But things still do not feel right. [b]Appearance:[/b] About 6'3" and clad in a red cloak with black edges. His face is smooth but hides a gaunt ghost of insanity deep within. His eyes, once a briliant green, are now faded to a pale grey. A short stubble grows on his face and is laced with the premature grey of terrible shock. His hair has the same grey woven inbetween brilliant brown. [b]Personality:[/b] Ryan is a very happy man. Despite the run in with Bahamut Ryan still leads a seminormal life. The only thing that has to be dne is a daily meditation to sooth the evil that resides in his soul. A friendly person, he is usually one of the first to strike up a conversation.

And don't forget the guy that tipped you off.