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[b]Name:[/b] Demon Smiley :demon: [i](Smilos Demonicos)[/i] [b]Affiliation:[/b] Loner [b]Background:[/b] Often used in forums to signify playful hate, the overuse of him in Mikey's Boards made him a sullen individual. The only time he smiles is when he's hurting or killing some other smiley.

Any RPG with a lythanoid is destined to be a great one.

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age:[/b] 22 [b]Affiliation-[/b] Nuetral, tilting toward evil. [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://www.imerion.net/gfx/mage.jpg]Click for Appearence[/url] [b]Bio:[/b] Ryan was born to a wealthy family. Dispite his lineage he was shunned by his family. Ryan was born with magic. His family had all but eradicated that ability from their line. He had been the first in about 150 years. Ryan's family had been a race of mages before the cataclysmic explosion of one mans power. He had destroyed most of the land and killed many people. Soon after, Ryans ancestors began destroying any child that exhibited signs of magic. They had tried to kill him too but failed when he wouldn't die. He would just bleed and bleed... When he was fifteen he left. No one was sorry to see him go. He later got word that his town was leveled by Zoddo's army. He could have cared less. Now he's a mercenary, looking for a chance to use his powers. [b]Weapons:[/b] Elemental magics- Fire, Water, Wind, Earth [b]Special:[/b] Glowing eyes. Never reveals his face.

I looked over his figure. Clad in a black material, he looked slightly godly. I shook off this feeling and saw the Sigul of the Five stitched onto his black cape. Under his cape was a thin layre of black armour. It would'nt hold up well against anything. He should go down easily if he was void of enchantments. My eyes narrowed and I walked up to Shalistrae. She was still chanting. [b]Ryan-[/b] "If you plan to kill, you must kill. Do not hold back. Do you see that stitching?" I pointed at the sigul and she nodded. "That's the symbol of the Five. You already knew that." She nodded again. "Then aim to kill an do not hold back."

Thankyou for the clear up Rhys... Sounds fun!

No problem Mitch. If it get's closed it get's closed but I just wanted some comments on it. And damn you for not telling me this is where you got it from Mike! I could have made quite less on an aßß out of myself.

Hmmm.... A burning weasel must be quite nervous. I had every right to be just that. Dispite my ambitious attitude the Five was the most powerful force this world had ever seen. They have decimated the most powerful of armies. They have conquered the most protected empires. I looked half-heartedly at the man Rali. He looked slightly like someone that would be in service to the Five... But they have no use for the injured. They can just breed new creatures whenever they wanted. I stood up and walked over to the bar. I ordered a small dose of Grain Beer and sat back down in my chair, rubbing my forehead. [b]Misha-[/b] "What happened?" I pointed at my forehead questioningly and he nodded. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Jasper burned it onto me shortly before you got here. It still burns a little." Rali glanced at the mark and took another sip of his drink. "The others will be here soon."

Nevermind, I'll just leave. Sorry to have intruded where I was permitted.

No one made me start writing. I write because it's an easy way to get out my emotions. I find it to be calming and soothing.

I am going to learn to snowboard as soon as we get some snow... *Glares at Mother Nature for the cold snowless winter* But... What is snowblading?

I liked the long sentences and strange analogies... Eh well... It'll be good no matter what.

I sat stoically in an armchair inside of the Inns lounge. The chair was comforable. So much so, that I could sleep if I wanted. I closed my eyes slowly and let a few random thoughts into my usually calm mind. The Five. The Towers. The Beams... I imagined Jaspers tower, a towering thing that reached up to the clouds and curled them around it's threatening peak. Stone demons stood watch on every floor. What did he do in those many chambers? It was rumored that he created his minions there. He would breed different races together untill he produced one that was stong. He would destroy their minds and command them to do his bidding. A picture of Jasper flashed into my minds eye. No one had ever set eyes upon him, but I was sure that is what he looked like. He had long, shoulder length black hair. He wore a crown of blac flames, tinted with the deepest blood red. On his body he wore a mail of the blackest diamond, magically imbued for ultimate protection. The blood of the slain innocents leaked from his shoulder-mounted skulls. They formed red rivers and ran down his sides. His sword was white, a perfect offset to his gloomy armour. It was ingraved with ancient runes that commanded death and destruction. And death it brought. Death to the land. Death to it's people. And death to reality itself. They would not stop untill they controlled every reality and every dimension. I snapped my eyes open as a redhot pain scortched my forehead. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I removed my hand and found a mark, burned into my skin. I was the mark of the damned. I smiled and thought of Jasper. He assumed he could detour me easily. He was wrong. I would decimate his empire along with him and his bretherin. Soon, my comrads would come. And we would start this wonderful cleansing. [center]_______________[/center] Sorry it took so long. I forgot. I know, it's sad. How can you forget about you own RPG. Everyone that signed up got in... So lets get goin. :)

Good point D_A. And thankyou for the spreadage Devi.

Well obviously my RPG won't be able to become one of those with a full alotment of people, so everyone gets in. Congrats and let's do this thing. It will be up somtime today.

You are a colorful individual, Hittokiri. I figured I would get someone like you that would post in this but I was hoping that people wouldn't take this thread seriously. The song is supposed to be funny. And if you haven't noticed, it cuts on the U.S. more than anyone else. If left open, this probably will become a large debate... So I'm going to ask my friend Mitch to close it. Sorry to everyone that wanted to say something.

[b]Birth name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Subject name:[/b] Schezar-Omnicron-696 [b]Age:[/b] 20 [b]Appearance before:[/b] Highly underwieght. Thinning, messy brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Bony features. Far too pale considering his outdoorsy attitude. [b]Appearance after:[/b] More of a normal weight but still on the skinny side. Hair and eyes have turned a very light shade of grey. Is still very pale. [b]Bio:[/b] Quite different from many other experimentees, I was given freely as a specimen by me parents. I was all for it. It would make me stronger and less of a 'Bully Magnet'. On the sixth of March, three days before my eighteenth birthday, I strolled casually into the facility. I announced his arival to the secretary and was immdeiately lead to a large room with reflective glass all around it. People were staring at me, I could feel them. I was stripped of all clothing and strapped down to a metal table. A cart of syringes was wheeled in and a tall man in a labcoat followed the nurses. A needle slid into my arm and I immediately began to feel groggy. [b]Dr. Vormir-[/b] "This is one of the first in our Omnicron series. The Omnicrons are dedicated solely to the advances in the human mind. This young man here will be gaining the ability of Telekinesis. We will have him wired into a monitor so you can see his brain adjusting as it happens. Now as soon as the medicine takes affect we can beg-" My eyelids dropped like a stone. Three days later, on my birthday, I awoke in a hospital. A nurse came in and looked at me. She marked something on a chart and told me I could leave. I stood up. I was slightly more muscular and quite a bit less skinny. I viewed myself in a mirror and noted a hair and eye color change. It startled me, but not as much as what I had expected to happen. I had expected to come out of the treatment buff and strong. All I saw was a slight improvement. I looked around, found my clothes and donned them. I walked out of the hospital and back to my house. As soon as I walked in the door my parents were on me. They hugged me and kissed me like all loving parents do. The looked me over and were puzzled. They asked me why I wasn't 'strong'. I told them I didn't know and that I remembered something about changing my brain somehow. My father walked away and muttered something that sounded an aweful lot like "Still a disgrace." Over the next few weeks my homelife slowly declined. Fights broke out often, things were thrown and broken. I began hating my parents. I had found that they had always seen me as a disgrace. I just was fed false love to keep from being completely useless. Over these weeks my enhancements began to assert themselves. Things would fall over as I walked past and noted them. Lost things were magically where they should have been. I didn't notice though... Exactly one month after the procedure it happened. My enhancements came fully alive. A transmitter embedded in my scalp gave the facility a signal. Five men from the facility showed up on my doorstep and asked for me. My parents said to take me. They could care less. The men grabbed me. I screamed at them and was punched by my father. My eyes changed from smooth grey to a bloody red. His skin was suddenly lying in a heap in the corner. All muscle tissue that was once on his body was flung across the room. He crumpled to the floor and looked at me with unmoving eyes before the light fell out from them. I flung my mother backwards and impaled her on a wall decoration. The two men that were holding me suddenly found their arms lying on the ground. I was stuck with a tranquilizer. I fell to the ground and was hauled back to the facility. Since I've been eighteen I have been stuck in this place. They have trained me to be a loyal servant. I'm not, but I play along. What else is there for me? I have nowhere to go. I have no one.

I found this terribly funny. So did just about everyone I talked to. Comments? Oh yeah, it's sung to the tune "If Your Happy And You Know It, Clap Your Hands" [b]If You're Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq[/b] If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq. If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq. If the terrorists are frisky, Pakistan is looking shifty, North Korea is too risky, Bomb Iraq. If we have no allies with us, bomb Iraq. If we think that someone's dissed us, bomb Iraq. So to hell with the inspections, Let's look tough for the elections, Close your mind and take directions, Bomb Iraq. It's pre-emptive non-aggression, bomb Iraq. To prevent this mass destruction, bomb Iraq. They've got weapons we can't see, And that's all the proof we need, If they're not there, then they must be, Bomb Iraq. If you never were elected, bomb Iraq. If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq. If you think Saddam's gone mad, With the weapons that he had, And he tried to kill your dad, Bomb Iraq. If corporate fraud is growin', bomb Iraq. If your ties to it are showin', bomb Iraq. If your politics are sleazy, And hiding that ain't easy, And your manhood's getting queasy, Bomb Iraq. Fall in line and follow orders, bomb Iraq. For our might knows not our borders, bomb Iraq. Disagree? We'll call it treason, Let's make war not love this season, Even if we have no reason, Bomb Iraq. ---------------------- EDIT: Good idea D_A. And please no debate about the U.S. and Iraq. I believe there is already a topic about that.

A perfect representation of every teens greatest dream and fear. That was truthfully great. Don't change a thing. :)

[quote][i]Originally Preached By Transic Nerve[/i] Jesus, you're 13 or 14 or whatever. You don't need to be thinking about love. Hell you don't even know what love is![/quote] Yes. That is the truest thing that has been said here except wristcutter's post. You don't know what love is yet. Nor do many on these boards, myself included. What you are experiencing is unstoppable, completely uningnorable teenage hormones. They will control every aspect of your life. Dispite this grim news, I still think you make an atempt. You seem to 'like' her. Love is still a long way off. Having someone you like, however, can be just as good.

A very good Bio. But... your avatar freaks me out a little.

Anyone ever heard of them? Midnight Syndicate makes Gothic symphonies using sythesizers. There is really not much more to say... Oh yeah! [url]www.midnightsyndicate.com[/url]

Forgot to post mine... And Juu, for some reason I keep on getting good ideas in Geometry... __________ [b]Name-[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Age-[/b] 29 [b]Weapons-[/b] Rune Staff (A staff used in casting magic), Dagger [b]Appearence-[/b] Ryan is about 6'3" tall. His build is medium. His eyes are hazel and his hair brown. Dresses in black to avoid attention. It also helps him blend into the crowd. [b]Bio-[/b] Ryan is a Mage. His family were Mages. His family were still Mages when Jasper slaughtered them individually by hand. What fuels him after losing everything he cared about? Revenge. What else? Ryan wants to destroy Jasper. Plain and simple. He was the one that organized the meeting in Strone. There he will meet others that also want to cleanse this land of the pestilance that the Five have caused. Hopefully, they will be enough.

I liked it better before....

I used LOL in a sentence once... I didn't feel like speaking for the rest of the day.

Welcome, cousin of Juu. I often have this one dream. I'm standing outside of a massive metal building. It seems to be iron or something because there are streaks of rust running down the sides. I walk around the building looking for a way in because there is soemthing inside I want/need. Finnaly I find one, but it's a huge door. It has to be about twenty feet high and thirty long. There is one handle. I pull it and make a small opening. Then there's a groan and I start getting resistance. I let go and it slams shut. I pull again and the same thing happens. Groan and slam. I open it far enough so that I wedge myself into the opening and push with my legs. I hear the groan and wake up. Odd, aye?