The Harlequin

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Speaking of things getting stolen at school...I have quite a few stories. The most recent phase is small 1cm cubes...... Lots of cubes. Does anyone have any idea how strange your average piece of ground looks with countless cubes scattered all over it? Try it sometime.... Then of course, there's the rather interesting incident where a friend of mine ended up with something like fifty pieces of chalk, and tried to throw them at another person in Chemistry. His defense when he got caught? He threw them at me first.... Just a note on that though, that person is also the person responsible for giving our Chem teacher notes along the lines of "The Pie Cheese Jesus owns you", and "The Pie Cheese Jesus is controlling you", and making random parrot noises during class. So he may be slightly unstable. And yes, we've had our share of computer mouse, or more to the point, mouse balls, go missing over the years. Also friends of mine. Pens go missing less often, though. The other things are these printed our signs our school does up, that go just beside doors, and say things like "Have you turned off the lights? Closed the windows?" and other stuff like that. Multiple ones of those have gone missing. And clocks. That's right clocks. Another friend of mine, no longer at school, walked out of a computer room once was a full ream of photocopier paper wrapped in his spray jacket. And the interesting part about all this? The results to nearly all of these pointless crimes end up in a single locker...The locker belongs to a guy who left school recently. It also contains something in order of thirty cigarette packets....When the teachers finally find it, someone is going to have a heart attack.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]I can answer Kanojo's question, since Kanojo seems to have some idenity, or at least grammar, problems to deal with...Jesus Chicken comes around to my place, and steals all my food. Hell, he even wrote a song parody dedicated to that very fact.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]I seriously dismissed this thread out of hand when I saw the title, before looking at the username...So it can't work that well... My question is when you're gonna write the music for all these quasi-song lyric styled things...[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]SailorStar, read my damn Reminders thread, and wake up to the fact that what you're posting now is spam. Don't make me tell you again.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Why is there something familiar about this rpg....lol. Name: Kattarin Alekseyevich Age: 27 Race: Human Appearance: Check the attachment. She's about five foot ten, and very slender. Bio: Kattarin was born long enough after the Blood War to disdain the fear of some, but soon enough after it to be aware that vampyres are still a threat. She knows they exist, and has encountered no small number of them, but Kattarin does not believe they can ever rival the threat they posed under Kain, simply because the humans know about them now, and are ready and willing to eradicate them. Kattarin herself was born to a family of vampyre slayers, people who had codified the art of slaughtering blood drinkers, and acting as bounty hunters in the off-seasons. Human or vampyre, it doesn't matter to Kattarin. She grew up with a knife in her hand, and a family on the run. They eventually succumbed to the beasts they hunted, everyone does, one day. Kattarin isn't bitter, or driven for revenge. Kattarin simply gets payed well, by a variety of people, for delivering elongated fangs. Weapon(s): Glaive, entitled [i]Sinistrus Aetherus[/i], or Darkly Omened Spirit. The blade is crescent shaped, about a foot along its major axis, and two inches at the maximum point of its minor axis. The haft is about four feet long.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Post quality and post length are going to have to pick up dramatically, I'm afraid. I recommend everybody re-read my "reminders" thread, just to make sure.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Can we keep the random conversations, questions, and instructions to PMs people. And use the edit function.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]I'll edit the true character stuff later, don't have time. Name: Kattarin Alekseyevich Sire: Lacroix s'Xalerian Nature: Loner Demeanour: Monster Clan: Malkavian (Derangement: Schizophrenia) Generation: 10th Apparent Age:17 Embrace: September 29th, 1999 Physical: Strength-2, Dexterity-3, Stamina-2 Social: Charisma-1, Manipulation-1, Appearance-1 Mental: Perception-1, Wits-2, Intelligence-2 Talents- Alertness-3 Brawl-3 Dodge-1 Skills- Melee-5, Stealth-3, Survival-1. Knowledges- Academics-4 Computer-4 occult-4 Science-5 Disciplines: Auspex -2, Obfuscate-1 Backgrounds: Mentor-3, Contacts - 2, Generations - 3 Virtues: Conscience-1, Self Control-5, Courage-4 Humanity: 6 Willpower: 5 Blood Pool: 8 ------ Yes, some of the stats don't seem to add up, but there are Freebies. Despite that, I still have no idea if this is right or not.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]If post length and quality in terms of grammar and spelling don't pick up rather dramatically, this thread's days are numbered people.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]No storyline, no real information, no rpg. Fix those problems, very quickly.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Arika, if I [i]ever[/i] see you publicly post the question "When is this going to start" again, I assure you there will be hell to pay. Use PMs, and DarkWolf, don't add to the problem by replying to such things, especially when you don't even have a factual answer.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Well, considering the fate of the thread itself (despite warnings, hmm?), it seems futile leaving this open.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]I'm going to warn this thread once, and after that I'll simply close it, regardless of what the transgression is and who's responsible for it. This thread is going to pick up on spelling and grammar, and other such post quality related things, very quickly, and quite dramatically. I want to see some decent literature people. Then, and this will be a collaborative effort, this thread will actually develop a storyline. It will not consist of fights and nothing else. And while you can make it as insane as you like, make sure it is a) coherent, and b) somewhat possessed of a measure of continuity. The assured co-operation is appreciated. Insanely yours The Harlequin.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Gods....If anything like this ever happens again, heads will roll, I assure you all of you. All of you had damn well better start improving, very quickly.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]If I'm not mistaken, and I assure you I'm not, I specifically told you to make yourself a storyline before restarting this. And, if you'd read my sticky thread, which I suggest you do now, I also mentioned that rpgs whos sign-ups were something like "I pick *insert name*" weren't going to go anywhere either. And, this should be in the recruitment forum. Tell me, what do you think this thread actually has going for it, when thinking in terms of it staying open?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Tical...Banned.....Why did I see this coming hmm? Ah well, I'm not objecting. As Okhami said, there's no point this remaining open. [/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Well, I think Raiha [i]is[/i] a sheep, but that's an entirely different matter.... Hehehe, you know I like the poem. And the idea of being stabbed in the face sounds pretty good too.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]I'll try to avoid having major internet troubles midway through this one and have to drop out... Name: Kattarin Alekseyevich Callsign: Quietus Age: 1.5 years since activated Appearance: Kattarin is an inch under six foot tall, and was designed intentionally thin. Her skin is quite pale, uniformly white except for a black, tribal flash style design on the inside of her wrists. The designs in question are not exactly anything of note, and exist more to "humanise" her appearance than anything else. Her features are somewhat attractive, but normally closed off and cold. Her eyes are grey/green, with long black lashes, though the exact colour of her irises tends to depend on the surrounding light. Her lips were created black, and a medium size, neither small nor full. Her hair is black, and falls a few inches past her shoulders. She has a rather attractive figure, that tends to remain clothed in nondescript soft black pants, a black vest with attendant black sleeves (unattached, leaves about an inch of her shoulder bare), and soft soled shoes. To all eyes, she is the very picture of an introverted eremophile. How true... Personality: Kattarin is extraordinarily introverted. However, unlike the more common forms of this personality trait, this does not mean she does not socialise with people. If talked to, she will reply, but the conversation is empty, and deals with concrete matters rather than abstracts, and the conversation very rarely reveals anything about the being in question. The conversation can end in a second simply by her walking away. Interaction or a lack thereof truly means nothing to her. The only real incentive to talk is interrogation, whether hostile or diplomatic. Kattarin has a rather cynical sense of humour though, a wry understanding of the world not normally gained so quickly. Pessimistic to a fault, she will always be willing to find something blackly amusing in any situation though. She's independent, and very rarely respects people until they earn it, or show some spark inside them that truly intrigues her. A certain flaw is her tendancy to become obsessed with certain people, should they seem darkly interesting enough. It's yet to truly worry anyone though. Biography: Kattarin was designed and created in response to the Sygnosis 40 virus. She exists as a reconnaisance unit rather than any kind of combatant, though she is trained in melee. Her primary objective is to discover the reason the Sygnosis 40 virus was created, her secondary objective to discover who created it. This seems all perfectly understandable, and rather mundane. Kattarin, however, was not created by the Novus Concordia Defense Department. She is the result of a private firm's effort, though exactly who it is she won't reveal. What this organisation's motives and concerns are is yet unknown, but they seem rather benign at the moment. Kattarin, after activation, simply turned up at the Novus Concordia Defense Department one day, and stated her purpose. After preliminary tests established her fitness for military service, she was indoctrinated into Sygnosis X, no further questions asked. It could be that some one in the deparment has contacts with Kattarin's creators, and may even have ordered the creation and activation, but if anyone knows, they aren't telling Kattarin. Which, all things considered, is fine with her. Affiliation: Sygnosis X, and a possible sub-neural affiliation with her creators, that may be triggered by certain, so far unecountered events. Primary Weapon: Neutrino Blade - A two foot, vaguely flamberge shaped coalescent cloud of particles called neutrinos. One of the smallest sub-atomic particles known to exist, matter tends to have trillions of them passing through it at any given moment. In the one in several trillion chance this neutrino actually hits the comparitively immense nucleus of an atom, it is moving at such a high speed that it tends to trigger a break up of the atom, though not with the expected release of srong nuclear force. The atom simply breaks into its component leptons, quarks, and the like (it's too late at night for me to remember any more of my particle physics). Kattarin's blade, a unique weapon, concentrates clouds of these miniscule particles by threading out a thin stream of anti-matter, that effectively traps the neutrinos within a confined space, say, the shape of the blade. The anti-matter streams exists almost as a form of alternating current, switching itself on and off countless times in a second, so as not to compress the air inside the shell too much. As such, it may take a second or so for enough particles to be trapped to actually do damage with the blade. When it is fully functional though, it tends to ignore just about everything in its way, except pure energy, as anything else is broken down on a sub-atomic level. Secondary Weapon: Nitrogen charges - Given that upwards of 70% of the atmosphere, the very air most of us breathe, consists of nitrogen, and that when compressed is most effective as a weapon, nitrogen charges seem rather logical. Trace gas is extracted from the air, and compressed until it re-enters its liquid state. This reaction is by neccessity exothermic, so the nitrogen does achieve the phenomenally cold temperatures it is famed for. When these charges are detonated....There tends to be a lot of snap freezing. Defensive Capability: Cyclical wave field, smart edition. Like your standard energy field, but it moves in longitudinal waves around Kattarin. The requisite areas of compression therefore add an extra strength to the shield, as energy is concentrated in certain positions at certain times. The first version of this shield had mixed results, as the waves did not move fast enough to compensate for the fact that the resultant areas of energy rarefaction could be detected and fired on, leaving the user vulnerable. This latest version hooks into the user's senses, and when an incoming attack is detected, cycles the wave motion into greeting the assult with a rather large build-up of energy. The waves also move far faster than the original version. I probably made about twelve mistakes in there, though I did give the threads a fairly decent read over, so a PM of pointers would still be appreciated.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]The mentioned people can [i]PM[/i] those concerned with their team preferences, not post them here.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Well, my father does music reviews for a newspaper, so we get large piles of cds sent to us every month... So, in total, we have somewhere between 750 and 850 cds total, 95% of them real. Of course, 65% of them bear a "Sample Product, not for sale" sticker, on them. As for the ones I listen to....Probably around 120 of them, depending on mood.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]G.D. Ryoko, could you please put more efforts into your posts?[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]OOC: Okay people.....Can I just give a few pointers on my character? a) Her house. A mile or two out of town, in the forest. It's a god damn cave with tree roots growing down over the opening. No door, obviously. b) Fair dealer? You're outta your head again my dear Raiha. IC: [I]Kattarin absently wondered why the hell they'd dragged the invalid into the middle of the forest, rather than simply find a semi-decent bone setter in the town. Still, the willow bark she was grinding was just about ready, and the water she kept eternally ready was boiled. She poured the water into the pestle, letting it steep a few minutes before straining the excess water off, leaving only the infusion. She mixed in a vile tasting but effective sedative, and turned back around. Renie had her teeth gritted, still. Kattarin gave her the brew with little patience for recalcitrance. Renie eventually got it all down. Kattarin watched her for a few heartbeats, then briskly turned away and cleaned up her smaller side table, the one currently unoccupied by an inert form. By the time she was finished, Renie was out. Convenient. Kattarin lifted her gently, keeping her shoulder fixed in place. She found her nearly no burden at all, thankfully. As she made the considerable trip back to town, she considered just exactly what this meant. Either another crazy mob outside her makeshift root-door, and possibly a relocation on her behalf, or maybe they'd appreciate her help this time and let her be. Either way, chances are they'd go down harder, one way or another, then she would. The forest proved little impediment to the elven female's speed, and the town was quite easy to reach once in the open. Kattarin, a body slung over her shoulder, received even more strange looks that usual, but everyone was too concerned about some other disturbance to care much. The idiots had been warned, but if Scipio and his little henchmen decided to get themselves killed, she wouldn't care all that much, asiding maybe a quick drop of the corpses in quicklime, just to make sure. She saw the building she vaguely recognised as Claudio's tavern. It seemed big enough anyway. She kicked the door open rather than use the more conventional means, desposited Renie on the nearest table, and walked out, before anyone could say a word. Now with one arm free, it was a lot easier to keep the long knife under her cloak in her grip, and half out of its sheath. She heard a loud gunshot, damn human weapons, and spun, knife flicking into view of several people. The sound was a long way away though, and everyone around her made themselves rather scarce. Kattarin pinpointed the direction of the sound, and started towards it, her path not helped by the fact that she had no idea how to navigate inside a village of any size. After a few minutes, she was ranting openly to herself, and waving the knife around to emphasise certain points. There wasn't a lot of interference with her passage though, strangely enough.[/font][/color][/I]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]If you want to advertise a storyline and request help, please do it in your signature.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo]Right after my post about more effort, even if it was directed at someone else, we get that. Next time someone in this thread messes up, it gets closed.[/font][/color]

[font=gothic][color=indigo][I]Kattarin was, once again, being accosted by some random fool who assuredly, provided requisite beer, torches and pitchforks were supplied, would have happily tried to lynch her. Of course, she wasn't going to let that lower her opinion of the man in question. He was doing a perfectly fine job of that without such supplementation. It was rather interesting just how much they despised her. They'd already, admittedly without sanction from the mayor or any other prominent townsfolk, tried to evict her. Which was even worse considering she'd been in her small cave a short distance away from town for quite a few decades before the town had been there. They'd spit at her if she ever did walk their open streets, even though she detested the neccessity of her being there far more than she did. On the other hand, they still came to her for every strange ailment they suffered, and thieves and cutpurses gave her a very wide berth. Not that that wasn't the smartest thing to do, they just didn't know the real reasons they should have done it. After all, she'd had a couple of extra hundred years practicing with the dagger under her cloak then they had. She had the dagger rather covertly gripped right now, as the man ranted in front of her. He wanted something, but it wasn't exactly certain what. She started paying slightly more attention.[/i] "The Snakeskin bandits are in town and they're going to tear the place up! People could be hurt, or even killed!" [i]She fell back to ignoring him. Provincial annoyance. Small-town mentalities. Bandits didn't sack villages. It wasn't profitable in the long run. And if they truly caused any damage, they knew they'd get torn apart by an angry mob. The peasants still got worked up though. Of course, the fact that the Snakeskin were particularly profitible clients had nothing to do with her assessment. The fact that she'd warned them about actually taking lives in the village did. Not that she gave a damn about the villagers one way or another, but the last time a group of bandits had caused trouble, she'd had another angry, ineffectual mob accuse her of being in league with them. She assumed the fool in front of her would start on that angle in a minute. Why he was out here in the first place was uncertain, considering it wasn't well known that she probably could stop a group of human, basically untrained bandits in their tracks without a problem. Elvish fighting was an art. Human fighting was rampant savagery, in most cases. Still, it had been several years since she'd last used one of her blades for anything but slicing herbs, and while she didn't fear loosing her edge, she did assume she'd get slightly rusty after a while. She sighed at the thought, and decided to take her pique out on the uncultured heathen in front of her. With a thrown knife that impaled one of the roots that served as a make shift door, about two inches from his head.She stood up, another long, thin dagger flicking into her hand without her having to even think about it.[/I] Kattarin: I recommend you return your rather uneloquent and certainly unimpressive rhetoric to the equally useless forums that spawned it, and take your ubiquitous misconceptions with you. [I]The man, having no idea what the hell she had just said, but knowing that there was a bit too much steel in the room for his taste, decided to leave. Kattarin walked back to her bench, and continued sorting out hemlock sprigs. For...medicinal reasons. Backwater as this place was, it really didn't have a lot of call for assassination. Which limited her repetoire so horribly much.[/font][/color][/I]