Corey

I rolled over and closed my eyes. A purple light pulsed beneath them. It was my imagination. The Void was gone, as was Bahamut. My mind still bore the scar that occured when Bahamut forced his way into my body. I opened my eyes and went to a small box. Inside were a few assorted bottles of colored liquid. The elves had supplied me with it. I took one out that said "Sleeping Potion", and downed it. I felt the effects immediately. My body got heavy, my eyelids droopy, and my vision blurred. I stumbled over to the bed and fell onto it, out cold. I was floating in Mt. Doom. Not an odd thing to be dreaming about considering what had happened recently. The lava at the bottom surged violently and launched plumes of fire into the air. I felt no bad auras come from this room. It had served it's purpose. Now it would lay bubbling untill one day snow covered the middle earth. I flew toward one of the walls and passed through. I was on the plains of Mordor. They looked as desolate as ever. I looked toward Angband. There was a black sphere around it. It couldn't have been real. Just a part of the dream. My sleeping mind could not sence inside of it. A mightly back tendril escaped from it and arched toward me. I screamed and woke. [b]Young Woman-[/b]"Sir Ryan, Supper is being served in the dining hall." I looked up and saw a vibrant young woman standing next to my bed. "Did you have a good sleep, Sir?" I smiled up at her and swungmy legs over the side of the bed. [b]Ryan-[/b]"Yes I did. Thankyou very much. I fear I may have slept right through if it hadn't been for you." I took her hand and kissed it. She blushed and ran from the room. I imediately dropped my smile and put my head in my hands. Silently I wept. The dream had felt so real. I wiped my tears and stood up. I put on my robe and grabbed my staff. I was a bit hungry, after all.

What am I doing? Why do I live in this place? Why can't I just die? As you may already be able to tell, i'm on one of my random depression nights...

I'd join this but then there's te whole thing of keepin the other LOTR rpg and this one straight so I'll leave you with three words: Lighten up... Wait thats two...

Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 25 Race: Wizard Weapons:Seven-Foot Tall Redwood Staff. Magically Imbued Spear. Biography: Ryan was a member of the fellowship that ventured to destroy Bahamut. Along the way he was possesed by "The Ultimate Evil". It left a scar deep in his mind. Sometimes he is afraid when he is alone. Sometimes his powers burst forth unknowingly. Smetimes he is sent into bouts of hystria for no know reason. Somehitng is whispering in his mind. Be it his own scared subconcious or another source, the possesion from before has left a clear onramp for strong minds to enter. Appearence: 6' 2" tall. Wears a long red cloak symbolizing his fire element orientated magic. Has a cleany shaven face and dark black hair flecked with grey and grey, cloudy eyes.

*Looks at Break's avatar. Mumbles:* It's penutbutterjelly time.. I just learned how to play Eleanor Rigby. On my Alto Sax. [quote]Bari Saxes are considered to be brass because they almost always have the same part as the Tubas.[/quote] Damn my Bari Sax... I can just take the Tuba music, put it in my key, and play. I had to tape a spring in place today...

That's great Son Goten. Do you know if they have gone yet? If I had the chance to go back in time, I would, but then later I would go back in time to stop myself from going back in time incase I accidentally screwded something up.

OOC: This was good... *Rumages around in a drawer. Pulls out two paddles and hooks them to an outlet.* CLEAR! ----------------------------- [b]Ryan-[/b] "What a large inn..." I turned a corner and it loomed over me. It had to be at least three floors. The sun had just come up but was still shining brightly through the clear blue sky. I winced as the sunlight darted below the brim of my hat. My pupils contracted violently and blurred my vision. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the inn. The man at the counter smiled at me as I walked in. [b]Old Man-[/b] "Hello sir, can I help you?" [b]Ryan-[/b] "Yes, I need a room for a day or two. Do you have any available?" He looked at the back wall and took a key off. I have room 235. That's the second floor, thrity-fifth room." [b]Ryan-[/b] "How much do I owe you?" [b]Old Man-[/b] "Ten for now. Ten more in you decide to stay more than one day. You can pay me the latter when you give me this back." He handed me the key and I handed him five coins. I tipped my hat at him and walked up the stairs. The hall was very non-desrcipt. It had plain off-white walls, a small boarder of woodwork near the floor and gold lettering on the doors. It took me three turns to finally get to my room. I opened it, wincing as the sun darted into my retinas again. I shielded my eyes and closed the drapes slightly. Traveling is hard work. It makes you tired. I thought about what I was going to do when I woke up, and drifted off to sleep.

Name: Ryan Schezar Age: 27 Weapons: [b]Diamond-Cut Short Sword-[/b] This blade is made of Titanium and was sharpened with diamonds. [b]Wild-West Style Revolver-[/b] Ever seen old Cowboy movies? That is exactly how this gun looks. Appearance: [img]http://www.chatalot.com/family/images/gslinger.jpg[/img] Speed: 5,000 Attack: 15,000 Defence: 7,000 Jumping Ability: 3,000 Short Background/Bio: Damn Writers Block... I'll do this later too.

I have never even heard of that... I think I'll go start a new game now...

I have these wierd fantasies about killing people... They are usually pretty harsh. God I hope you don't see this Mike...

OOC: Sorry people. I've been job hunting the last week... -------------------------- Even though I loved Misty, I felt a pang of guilt when I realized Artemis was behind us. I turned slowly, meeting his eyes. [b]Artemis-[/b] "I guess that I will stay here. Perhaps I will practice a little with Asteroth. Have fun Misty." He gave me one last glance with his eyes, his stare seemed more hurt than anything else, and walked away. A small flush creeped up my cheeks. A door closed down the hall and I looked at Misty. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Shall we go?" She nodded and we walked out of the house. I had put on my best crimson trench-coat and a pair of loose fitting black pants. Misty, on the other hand, had put something so drastically beautiful it was hard to keep from losing myself in her beauty. We got to town and I led her into an extravagant restaurant. The night was going to be great.

I sat ontop of a church, contemplating my current life. It had been almost three years since the death of my very best friend David. Yet I could feel him. For the first time in nearly three years, I could feel his presence. It enveloped me. It soothed me. But inside of the soothing was a note of hate. It felt like David but it wasn't him. I thought it was at first only because I was so overjoyed to feel my old friend again. He was, after all the only other Demon/Archangel Were I had ever met besides myself. [b]??-[/b] "Cooo..." I looked to my left to se a pigeon sitting there. It looked diseased and dying. I reached down and petted the sickly little bird. It cooed another call and flew off. I watched it fly away with a little bit of jelousy. It's wings were beautiful. Mine were sickly things that I had inherited from my demon side. I streached my wings out and felt the familiar sensation of blood dripping down them. I scoweled and flolded them back up. Wretched things... I stood up and replaced the trenchcoat I wore. I looked around the cloudy sky and jumped off the roof. I landed with a small thud as my shoes connected with the stone sidewalk. The local cafe was just opening. Perhaps I would stop in for a cup of tea. That sounded like a good idea. I walked over to the Yellow Kipper and entered. The person behind the counter gave me a smile and started pouring a cup of tea for me. I gave him a wave and he returned it. [b]Carl-[/b] "G'day Mr. Schezar. How might you be today?" [b]Ryan-[/b] "I'm fine Carl. How are the wife and children?" His face fell a notch, but he still retained his store owners smile. [b]Carl-[/b] "My youngest girl has fallen ill again... I don't have the money to buy the medicine... I'm afraid this time it will take her." He looked up at me, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. I reached in my pocket to grab money for the drink, and stopped. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Carl... How long have I been stopping here? I mean... Not straight but how long have you known me?" He thought about it for almost a full minute. [b]Carl-[/b] "I would have to say, you've been coming in here for about six or seven years. One of my best customers." He fancied me a smile and gave me the tea. I took a sip. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Carl, you make one hell of a good cup of tea." I reached into my pocket and drew out ten banknotes. "Here. Take this. It should be plenty enough to get your daughters medicine and to help out with the other small things around your house." I gave him the notes and he grew wide eyed at the amount of money that was there. [b]Carl-[/b] "Ryan, I can't take th-" [b]Ryan-[/b] "You will take it. Consider it a going away present. I'm going away again Carl. I'm not sure I'll be able to get back here again." He looked at me and failed to hold back the tears of gratitude. I was hugged for almost two minutes as he thanked me and kissed my cheek. His hand fell on one of my wings, tucked beneath my coat, and for a brief moment I thought he was going to ask me what it was. He stopped hugging me and stood back, smiling and crying. [b]Carl-[/b] "Thankyou Ryan, you truly are a godsent." I smiled and gave him a hand to shake. He took it eagerly. I finished my tea and walked outside. The sky was still cloudy. It was ok. The sun hurt my eyes.

Serenading. Maybe that's what I've been doing wrong... Or not doing... God my head hurts...

[b]To the gold riddle:[/b] Screw the scales. Bite each coin and see if your teeth marks are there.

The rain has stopped but that didn't mean that I wasn't drenched. I strode back into the bar and walked up to the man behind the counter. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Might you have any rooms sir? I am ever so wet and my destination is a good five miles away." He looked me up and down. [b]Bartender-[/b] "Ahhh.. Your the powerful drinker. You've been gone, what? Two hours? Yes I have a room. Twenty gold coins. Thirty now. You get your extra ten back when you hand me the key." I sighed and plunked thirty cinds into his outstreached hand. He dropped the key in mine, and pointed toward the stairs. I walked up, leaving streaks of water on the bare wooden stairs. I got up to room nuber six and opened it. I was greeted with a scream and a cereamic pot thrown at me. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Sorry sir, and miss." Someone had been conducting her buisiness in that room. I looked at the door. It was nuber nine. The top screw had fallen down and made it look like a six. I walked down to the real room six and went in. There was a bed and a chamber pot. I sighed and undressed. I layed down on the bed and put the key on the dresser. Instead of drying off, dressing, and making and inventory of my dry things, I fell asleep.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Char!, Slightly edited for correct content by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B][color=teal][size=1]Hey, good luck, ya band[/size][/color][/B][b]geek[/b][B][color=teal][size=1]! Heh heh... Char![/b][/color][/size][/QUOTE] ;)

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by \?~NoodleZ~?/ [/i] [B][size=1] page 4[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] Not to put you down or anything NoodleZ, but people have different page setting. This page, to me IS page four. It just pisses me off to no end when people don't keep in mind the viariety of peoples preferences on these boards.

[b]Whore-[/b] "Well hello big-boy. How would you like to come upstairs after your game and have a go with me?" I looked up into the whores smooth, teenager face, and smiled. [b]Ryan-[/b] "I thankyou kindly for your tempting offer miss, but no. Now please take your buisiness elsewhere and leave me to my game of Castles." I looked down at the board and moved my Horse. "Castle." The man across from me looked at me with angered eyes and stalked out of the place. I smiled again and walked up to the bar. [b]Bartender-[/b] "What can I get for you sir?" I pointed at a bottle of odd blue liquid. [b]Ryan-[/b] "What is that?" The man too it down from the shelf and poured about ten drops into a glass. [b]Bartender-[/b] "Find out for yourself." I picked up the glass slowly and raised it to my lips. The blue liquid fel into my open mouth and ran down my throat. I swallowed. [b]Ryan-[/b] "Soooo..." The man looked at me in shock. [b]Bartender-[/b] "That should have put you on your back! What are you?!" Something flared in the back of my mind. Everything around me went gray. I jerked, startled. I stood up and looked around. I couldn't hear anything either. I put a gold piece on the bar and walked outside. Color! I saw some color. It was east... Still east. I had a little farther to go. Everything went back to normal and the pulsing red light was gone from the horizon. I hiked my pack back up onto my back and started walking again. Soon I would find what I was looking for.

Galvatron... There are no Wild West guns. This is taking place in 765 AD. I don't think there were even guns in that time!

OOC: Perhaps Lauren could make a thrid. (Hope So) :) ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------------

8.5/10 I like repetition in poems. Did this one spawn from a personal experiance?

All opinions my good friend. If only they would make a FF7 movie... That would be close to godlike. I think Rob Zombie would be pretty good as Red [b]XIII[/b]. Wait... I already said that... ...

You mean I can't get the Stolen Fayth now.. Well she'it... I recommend getting to Mt. Gagazette... Now I'm all sad...

I have know far to many people (friends and otherwise) that have had a kid before they have gotten out of school and have had to drop out, give up the baby, give the child away, gotten the child taken away, have been left by their significant other because their schedule leaves no time for one-on-one time, etc... I really think your cousin should wait. As CWB said, she has plenty of time to have a child.

[b]Name:[/b] Ryan Schezar [b]Race:[/b] Were (Archangel/Demon) [b]Weapons:[/b] Long Sword, Bladed Forearms [b]Alignment:[/b] Army of the People [b]Bio:[/b] Early in his life Ryan was ridiculed by both Demons and Archangels for being a Were between the two races. Angered and distraut, at age fifteen he took off and started traveling the world. Ryan's traveling procedures weren't exactly top notch. He hitched rides with cartmen, walked, or just wandered. Finnally he came upon a great temple. When he entered Ryan's skin blistered and burned. The monks helped him and eventually found out about his true heritage. They attempted to kill him. Ryan ran away, even more sad and dissapointed. Then, on a most unlikely note, he ran across another Demon/Archangel Were. They imediately became best frieds and started going everywhere with eachother. His name was David Wilder. After almost four years of friendship, David was killed. He was murdered by some unknown force. It didn't feel like man, nor any of the other races he knew about. Three years later Ryan is still traveling, never staying in one place for too long. Something is odd. The air tastes electified, and for the frst time in three years, he can feel David again.