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[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Something is loose in the world. Something dark. Something deadly. Something evil. It seeks out those with the Zoanthrope strain and attacks, trying to kill. So far, it has always succeded. The thing is moving through Japan, sweeping through Tokyo, leaving dead Zoanthropes in its wake. It's terrors have reached the news. Headlines across the world tell of the Z-Murderer, the thing that seeks to cleanse the world of Beast-Men. No one is trying to stop it. At the same time, Zoanthropes are beginning to find themselves imbued with a great power, greater than they have ever known. They are now able to attack with more than just physical strength, but energy as well. Will this be enough to stop the Z-Murderer? *** The Z-Murderer is moving through Japan, and it's up to us to stop it. You can play as a previous player from Bloody Roar, but make sure to either fill out the form or just PM me with the request. SIGN-UP Name: Beast Form: Gender: Age: Appearance: Fighting Style: Doesn't have to be specific Special Move: A powerful move that fits your character. Don't make it too terribly powerful. Personality: Bio: Name: Xion Beast Form: The Unborn Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: [IMG]http://otakuboards.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=19494[/IMG] Xion, people, you known what he looks like. Fighting Style: A brutal mixture of kicks and punches. Very balanced. Makes use of his agile and swift build, but is also strong and can deal out damage. Special Move: Unborn Darkness-Xion charges up an orb of dark, electrical energy that causes intense damage to a foe. Personality: Xion is cold and aristocratic, a powerful warrior who knows of his great skill. He used to be sadistic and evil, but now that he is freed from the Unborn Spirit, he has become simply sarcastic and smug. Bio: Xion is the legendary Unborn. He embodies all of the life that has been slain by Gaia. His power is legendary, and his might great. He was controlled by the Unborn Spirit, making him a sadistic monster that wanted to wipe out the pathetic creatures Gaia chose to save. However, during his confrontation with Ryoho and Mana, he was sealed and the Unborn Spirit was exorcised and destroyed. He has sinced taken up residence in a luxurious dwelling on the outskirts of Tokyo with his new love...Jenny. Enjoy.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Actually, T_N, it is kind of different. We're using the images for simple, non-profit fan art. He's using his for publicity and potential monetary gain, with is illegal.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][I]Did you hear about Isaac? And the new kid, right? Yeah, there's gonna be a big fight...[/I] Rumors spread like wildfire in a gang school like the one Zeos attended. [I]I hear it's the Bad Moons... ...Isaac totally beat Lasher up! ...Black Hidari promised to kill the new kid himself. Twisted Zen is so gonna be there.[/I] Zeos sighed and raced for the Twisted Zen meeting place. "Guys, we got problems," he said. The gang members that were there looked up in confusion. "I just heard tha the Bad Moons are going after Isaac and the New Kind...Himeo." "So?" asked one of the Zen. "Isaac's been my best friend since eternity, and if you don't want me joining the Moons, we're gonna stop them." No one would dare risk losing Zeos to the Moons. The Bad Moons were already strong enough to meet the Twisted Zen in a fight. With Zeos gone, the Twisted Zen would be annihilated in a day. "Fine," said Leo, leader of the Twisted Zen. "But only because you're far too valuable." He rose and turned to the rest. "Listen up, we fight the Bad Moons tonight. Isaac and the new punk come out alive or I'll personally thrash the lot of ya', alright?" "Yes, sir!" chorused the gang. "Well, I've done my part," said Leo, sitting back down. Zeos nodded to him, and said, "It's time to do mine."[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]"I'm not a rat-eater!" bellowed the Lycan. "I am Fas Eversio! Die by my strength!" "I have lived 600 years, Lycan, you shall not stop me now," said Kuroichi. "But I certainly do not side with the Hunter!" "And I do not side with any beasts of the night!" roared the Hunter. Still blazing, the human slashed at Fas. The dragon pulled back, dodging the blade, but the flames scorched his belly. The reptile-man hissed and slashed at the Hunter with his talons. Meanwhile, Kuroichi watched from the shadows. [I]I shall strike them down when they are too weak to fight back. Not that I couldn't defeat them even now. There's just no sense in missing an opportunity for an easy kill.[/I] Forming a bloodstone blade in his hand, Kuroichi flicked his wrist and sent the rock-hard blood-dagger at Fas. It dug in, right below the shoulder blade. A second hit the hunter in the arm. "Fight like a man!" cried the hunter. "Ah, but I am not a man! I am Kuroichi! The silver-haired demon!" Gracefully, he descended from his hiding place in a corner of the roof. He drew his katana once more, and formed a spiked bloodstone glove over the other hand. "You wish for me to fight? I shall not fight...I shall kill!" The Wampyre lunged forward and struck at the hunter with his katana. The human blocked with his own blade. Kuroichi then swung at Fas's chest with his glove. The spikes jabbed into his flesh. The Lycan let out a cry of pain. "Die fools!" the Wampyre hissed. He pulled his glove free of Fas and slammed it into the hunter's face. The spikes didn't connect, but the rock-hard armor did, sending the hunter stumbling back. "I am finished with you fools," the Vampire said. A small red orb appeared in his palm. He raised his hand high, and threw it at the ground. The orb exploded into a red mist. "Taste of the Blood Mist, and die!" The deadly cloud englufed both Lycan and hunter. They felt their skin begin to shred as tiny cuts formed all over their bodies. Just then, the sounds of footsteps rang out. A figure rounded the corner. It was a young woman holding a cross-bladed staff. "Die, Lycan!" she yelled. The woman lashed out at Fas with her blade. She barely seemed to noticed the cuts forming on her body. [I]She doesn't attack me? A Wampyre? This could be advantageous...[/I] Kuroichi mentally chuckled.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]"You sure you wanna do this?" asked Zeos. "I mean, you could be seriously injured." "Shut up and fight me," spat Sosuke. "I'm just concerned for your health," said Zeos, with mock sincerity. "Be concerned for your own!" Sosuke swung out a powerful right cross, but Zeos leaned back with his head and it missed. However, the left hook to his gut didn't. "Don't you know a misdirect when you see one?" Zeos tossed a small dart of fire at Sosuke's head. He dodged, and recieved an elbow to the sternum. This was followed by Zeos's flaming fist nearly striking him in the face. He pulled back just in time, yet felt the scorching heat. "You're pretty good, when fighting other physical fighters," said Zeos, making an honest compliment. "But how do you fare against magic?" With his regular hand, Zeos hurled an energy bolt at Sosuke. The fighter jumped to the side just in time to dodge it. It scorched the floor. "That's cheap!" yelled one of the Fighting Club members. "No, it's magic. I fight my way, he fights--" Zeos was cut off by a powerful kick to the shoulder. He felt his left arm go numb. "Damnit! [I]That[/I] was cheap!" growled Zeos. "You were too busy yapping." Zeos let out a fierce cry and knocked Sosuke back with a telekinetic blast. Another blast missed the fighter, detonating a practice dummy. "Hm, you're dummies are weaker than ours," commented Zeos. "What's going on here!" yelled a voice. *** Time for a teacher to take it away.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

That image is an extremely poor reproduction of Wolfwood, and quite obviously him. It is a crappy ad as well, as doukeshi03 said. The image can't be authorized, because it looks so much like bad fan art. They probably did a google search for anime and took that without figuring out what it was.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]"Well," said Zeos, standing up from the rock he had been sitting on. "Now that we're all back together, I saw we move out!" "Right-o, Fearless Leader!" said Darien, saluting him. "Shut up, Bishie-boy," growled Zeos. "Bishie-boy?" Imi and Elena asked. Kenmei walked over and whispered, "Long story." And with that, the group headed out on their next adventure. *** Within a half-hour, everyone had fallen into their groove. "I hate marching," Zeos grumbled. "And I hate wandering aimlessly. We've gone through this. Can we figure out a place to go already?" "Is it just me, or are we starting to go uphill?" asked Takuto. Zeos and Imi snapped out of it and realized that she was right. They were now climbing a rapidly inclining hill. The hill grew steeper and steeper until the group almost had to climb with arms and legs instead of just walk. "How...much...further?" asked Lance. "Dunno...never...been...up here...before..." replied Zeos. Finally, after nearly another half-hour of climbing, the group reached the top. "Wow..." said Zeos. From up there, they could see down into a large bowl formed with many hills. It was like a crater. In the center of the crater, was a large stone tower. "Big tower," said Darien. "Let's check it out!" Zeos yelled. Without a second thought, he bolted down the other side of the hill, racing down towards the stone structure. The others called out to him, but resigned to the fact that they had to follow him. *** "I can't believe you made us go to this freaky tower," growled Imi. "Oh, come on, it'll be fine!" Zeos said, reassuringly. "Now, where's the entrance." He looked carefully at the side of the tower he was at. "Eh hem." Darien casually pointed to a door. "Thanks," Zeos said, sarcastically. Slowly, the Eight walked inside, scanning the area. It was dark and mysterious, as all ancient temples are. A pale light came from far inside the room. The group advanced upon it. Beneath the flickering torch-light sat a tablet. "Let's see," Zeos began, reading the tablet. "'When evil runs rampant upon the Digital World, Eight chosen human children shall be called and shall save the world. But to stop the overwhelming menace, they must gain the power to fight. To do so, they must face the trials that rest within.' Sound fun." "Well, I guess we should go face those trials," said Lance. "Sounds like a plan." Suddenly, eight lights flashed in the room. Each was a different color, and each illuminated a door. "I guess we're color coded," quipped Darien. And with that, the eight entered their respective doors, and towards their trials. *** OOC: The trial is battle with an E-Virus powered rookie. Basically, walk down a hall into a torch-lit room, find a mystical elemental orb, and a Digimon attacks. You start getting thrashed by it, as it is easily twice as powerful as you are. However, we will be able to stop it. Just wait for the sign.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]OOC: I'm not letting this die yet! *** "Now class, repeat after me," said the small Professor Flitwik. "Wingardium Leviosa!" "Wingardium Leviosa!" chorused the class. "Good! Now, try to float your feathers. And remember to swish and flick." "Wingardium Leviosa!" Imi said. She pointed her wand directly at her feather...and it turned blue. "Wrong enunciation," said Zeos. "You say WingurDEEum. It's pronounce WingAHrdium, with emphasis on the A. Watch," he said and pointed at the feather. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The feather burst into flames. "Nice one, Zeos," Imi laughed. "I did better than you!" he grumbled, defensively.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Lance turned and glared at Zeos. "Now you best stay away from [I]my[/I] woman, Fearless Leader," he snarled. "[I]And[/I] you better apologize when she gets back!" "Listen, Lance," Zeos said, totally fed up. He walked over and pushed Lance's chest, causing him to stumble back. "I don't want [I]your[/I] woman. And for the record, she ain't even yours! She obviously doesn't even [I]like[/I] you. So why don't you cool off and back off!" "Make me!" "Sounds fun!" "Hey!" Darien yelped. He stood inbetween the two. "No infighting. Infighting bad. Save it for the Puppet Master, alright?" Zeos and Lance glared at eachother from around Darien, but turned away. "Great. We've got sexy girls, rivalries, cold chicks and the guys who lust for them, fighting, magic weapons, magic little animals, infighting, and sadistic overlords," said Darien counting it off. "All we need are giant robots and we've got ourselves a regular anime." "Don't forget the Bishonen!" Zeos added. "Thanks for the complement," Darien quipped, fluttering his eyelashes. "I was talking about [I]me[/I]!" Zeos growled. "I'm twice the Bishonen you are!" "Really? Well, why don't we ask an expert," said Darien. He turned to Kenmei. "Kenmei, which one of us it more of a Bishonen?" Kenmei stared, her mouth hanging open. "I...I...I...I can't...no...not me...I..." she stammered. Darien flashed a smile and turned to Zeos. "See? My Bishie-goodness has overwhelmed her." "More like your Bishie-badness," the silver-haired teen snorted. *** OOC: I'm glad my 'wild monkey sex' line was such a hit.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Fox is actually (scary as this may be) a dude. An extremely effeminite, sports-bra wearing dude. Shudder. Obviously, my favorite BR character is...Busuzima! No, seriously, it's Xion. He just so damn cool. And in BR4 he can be really powerful. I have 3 and 4 and ordered 1 and 2 from Amazon. I should be getting them soon (yay!). From SC, I'd have to say Mitsurugi, mainly because I'm best at him. Also, Samurai kick ***. Plus, the Damascus sword in SCII has a 175% Attack rating. That means that it's attacks do 75% more damage than his standard sword. Spawn actually has the most powerful (attack wise) weapon, though. 220% attack power with his legendary weapon. Still Mitsurugi is really good. Oh, and his style is rigid because the katana is a very rigid weapon. The Samurai style is one of heavy chops and cuts, while the Chinese straight sword (Xianghua) is more movement oriented. It is less powerful, but it is more fluid and swift. It really depends on how you want to go. More strength, or more agility. With everything, there is compromise. Like Astaroth. Really, really strong and tough, but very low speed and agility. To use a really strong and tough weapon, it is generally heavy, and lowers your ability to move. The opposite is true. Fast weapons are light and thus, are less sturdy. Compromise. Hit a guy once and kill him, or hit a guy once and make him bleed a little, but be able to hit him ten times to the other guy's one. I like spewing my knowledge. Makes me feel superior. Please don't take that away from me.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]For the record, and if you couldn't guess, this is a AU/What-If style RPG based on Trigun. *** 100 years ago, a boy was born through the miracle of science. His name was Knives. Knives was originally created as a twin, but through a freak accident, the two fused and became one. Little over a year later, the ship carrying Knives, a crew, and hundreds of thousands of cryogenically frozen people fell from the sky to their apparent dooms. Knives is a genocidal maniac with superhuman power. He wishes to seek out and destroy the human "scurge," purifying this new planet and saving it from the human menace. His only opposition? His split-personality disorder, that sometimes prevents him from doing his horrible deeds. He has dubbed this second personality Vash. Vash is the moral compas that seeks to stop Knives from commiting genocide. However, he is weak and Knives can dominate the second personality 80% of the time. Knives has pulled together a gang of mercenaries to help him in his conquest. Little to they know he intends to kill them once his plot is complete. He has dubbed them the Gung-Ho Guns. Many people stand against Knives and the Gung-Ho Guns. Most of them die in the conflicts and massacres. Those who survive either become broken and insane, or bitter and hateful, wearing the scars as a reminder of their cause. More often than not, it is the latter that occurs. Knives is putting the final touches on his genocidal plan. One major town stands in his way of utter annihilation of the human race. A large city named December. As his Gung-Ho Guns prepare to crush the populace, the remaining revolutionaries ready themselves for the great conflict. In the end, one species will stand. But will it be human, or will Knives machinations come to fruition? Either way, it shall be a blood-stained future. *** You can either play as an Anti-Knives revolutionary, or a Gung-Ho Gun. You can play as one of the major characters from the TV show as long as it's not Vash and as long as you fill out the sign-up. No "I'm Wolfwood"s. REVOLUTIONARY- Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Weapons: As long as its not an outrageous amount, I'm not limiting your weapon usage. But keep no howitzers or tanks or weapons of mass destruction. Shotguns, katanas, handguns, knives, axes, etc. Skills: No special powers. I'm talking any prowess that you as a regular person could possess, like marksmanship or martial arts training. Personality: Bio: GUNG-HO GUN- Name: Nick-Name: The Gale, The Beast, The Hornfreak, The Guantlet, etc. Age: Gender: Appearance: Weapons: Power: The Gung-Ho Guns have a minor power. Raidei had his shockwaves, Monev was really big and strong, Legato had the mind-control dealy, Dominique had the Demon's Eye, etc. Personality: Bio: Name: Calls himself "The Unborn" Age: Unknown, appears to be in his 20s Gender: Male Appearance: The Unborn is tall and lean, with long silver hair and cold gray eyes. He has a black t-shirt, white pants, and a red leather Duster. He has a myriad of scars lacing his body. His left arm is made of a mysterious organic steel, but he always keeps it sleeved and gloved. Weapons: A black-bladed katana, a wakizashi, two black handguns, and a compact semi-automatic rifle. Skills: The Unborn is a master swordsman and a master marksman. Also, his left arm may have some as of yet unknown ability. Personality: The Unborn is a silent loner. He shrouds himself in shadows and mystery, preferring to reveal as little information as possible. When he speaks, he's generally cold, sarcastic, and insulting. However, he has a hidden soft spot and can be compassionate and friendly. He has built a near impenitrable steel-wall around his heart, but it can still be brought down. Bio: The Unborn appeared in December one day, hailing from a far off place that no one cared to ask for the name of. He's said to be a bounty hunter, or a mercenary, or just a man with a gun and a sword. He claims to have been born in the city of July. Raised by a fairly poor family, he became a swordsman to stave of bandits. He also took up marksmanship. He got a name for himself, and many a challange was issued. One day, Knives and the Gung-Ho Guns attacked July. The Unborn says he was one of the first to stand in their way, and lost his arm in the fight. The fiends left him for dead in the now desolate town, but he managed to stay alive long enough to be nursed back to health by a passer-by. Fueled by anger and revenge, he doubled his training. Soon, he was one of the greatest warriors ever know, even one-armed. Then the Gung-Ho Guns attacked again. The Unborn managed to fight them off for a little while, but was eventually defeated as they played upon his weakness. He was left for dead once more, his second home destroyed and his second family killed. Again, however, he was taken in. This time, it was by a strange foreigner who outfitted The Unborn with his new left arm. Thanking his new caretaker, The Unborn protected the town until the Guns struck his home a third time. He even killed one of them, but was defeated again, and his home slaughtered. He has now decided to make his final stand in December, practicing half the day and making himself ready to take them all down. Every Gun will fall to his blade, and then so shall Knives. The Unborn is a man with a mission, a heart filled with hatred and revenge. He won't stop until that heart in plucked from his chest, and his body is as cold as stone. He knows he probably won't survive the final confrontation, but he intends to take Knives with him. This will start when I get, say, 10 people. There are ten GHG slots to fill, and there's no limit to the Revolutionaries. GHG- 1st Gung-Ho Gun, A. Capella the Siren 2nd Gung-Ho Gun, Mike the Revengeful 3rd Gung-Ho-Gun, Hiru the Invisible 4th Gung-Ho Gun, Baou 5th Gung-Ho Gun, 6th Gung-Ho Gun, 7th Gung-Ho Gun, 8th Gung-Ho Gun, 9th Gung-Ho Gun, 10th Gung-Ho Gun, JoyKaiba...eh, I'll say it's okay. Although I was going for a Vash-less reality. However...eh. Let's write the history books in blood.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

A tutu wearing Ogre crashed through the office door. He demanded strawberries and brandished frilly pink underwear.

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]"Why them?" asked Zeos. The silver-haired teen was doing all he could to hold in his emotions. He was sitting in the center of the Elementals Club's training room. Since he was a magic user, he didn't have to go to classes or be taught by some teacher. "Why now?" he cried. Fury and saddness welled up inside him, boiling over, surging, filling him with powers he had never tapped before. "WHY!?" he roared. His cold gray eyes flashed with power, and lights burst as his power caused a massive electrical surge. The lightbulbs in the room exploded, casting the room into darkness, sparks and shards of glass falling to the ground. The power wouldn't fade. Anger burned within him, making him feel the pure essence of his strength. "I didn't want it to end up like this!" he cried. Tears leaked from his eyes, and burst into clouds of steam as his power grew. "I didn't want them to die!" He stood up. He had to exercise this rage, this sadness, this energy. It couldn't stay pent up for long. "WHY DID THEY DIE!?" He pointed an outstretched hand towards a practice dummy. It was used for targeting. Now, the force of his rage caused it to explode in a shower of splinters. He pointed his other arm towards a chair. It flew into the air and crashed against a wall, breaking into several pieces. "I didn't want this! I don't want this power if it means death! NO!" Energy crackled around him, coursing through his veins and through the air. His muscles bulged with power, eyes flashing like lightning. The air began to heat up, his very rage making the air go near Plasma state. "NO!" With this final roar, the air burst into flames. He was surrounded by the heat, the power, the rage. Consumed, overwhelmed. And then it stopped. In an instant, the fires died, the power disappated, and Zeos fell to his knees, sobbing. "They...they were my friends," he said, voiced choked. "Why them?" "Uchiyama-sensei!" Zeos looked up as several members of the Elementals Club rushed in. "Uchiyama-sensei, are you all right?" His body quaked with the terrible sadness. The energy may have been gone, but the emotion remained. "Why them?" he sobbed. "Why her?" *** OOC: I hope this is okay. For the record, Zeos is only that powerful because of the extreme emotion he was feeling. Normally, he can't blow up wooden practice dummies and turn the air into a plasma state. And the Magic Users don't have teachers, right? So this is all accurate? Please tell me if I need to change anything.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Kuroichi laughed because the Lycan thought he was stealthy. He laughed because the woman was trusting. He laughed because the city would drown in blood. "I'm afraid you probably don't want her, Werebeast," called the Wampyre. "She's pretty much desicated by now. Not very tasty for a hairy half-breed like you." The door was almost instantly crushed off its hinges. The hulking lizard-man snarled at Kuroichi. "So you're a scaly Lycan, eh? That's a bit of a nuance really." Kuroichi absently dried his hands on a soft white towel hanging near the sink. "Most of them are quite furry." "Shut your mouth, Bloodrag," growled the Lycanthrope. "I want information." "I don't ******* care, you shape-shifting ****," Kuroichi spat. "Now move so I can leave. I have business to attend to." "I won't move, because you're going to tell me what I want to know." "How about you move, I leave, and there's only one corpse in this apartment tonight, eh?" Kuroichi's gray eyes glinted maliciously. "Afraid I'll kill you, Wampyre?" "No. I don't want to have to kill a non-human," Kuroichi growled. He sniffed the air. "Though you don't seem to have those restrictions, killing rats to feed." "How...?" "I can smell the stench on your breath. Now move." "No! You talk!" yelled the Lycanthrope. In an instant, the black blade was at the tip of the Lycan's throat. A drop of water languidly rolled down the finely honed edge and dripped to the ground. "Listen to me, you stupid ****. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now move, or I move your ******* body when it can't move itself." "Try it," hissed the Lycan. The hulking beast reached up and grabbed the katana, turning it aside. Blood dripped from his hand. Kuroichi laughed. "Idiot." In a swift, fluid motion, the Wampyre drew the dagger the rested behind his back and flung it at the Lycan. The small blade pierced the Dragon's shoulder. It let out a loud roar of pain. "Now move!" Kuroichi pulled back his arm, and swung it forward in a powerful punch. The lizard-man was pushed back from the doorway, allowing Kuroichi to leave the bathroom. "Now give me back my dagger," the Vampire hissed. The dragon snarled and pulled the blade from his flesh. He hurled the blade at Kuroichi's feet. "This isn't over." "I never thought it was. Now, if you don't mind, I have to pay someone a visit." *** Ten minutes later, Kuroichi had broken into the hunters home and left the message. Written in the Lycan's blood. The hunter no longer had the young woman with him. It would make the kill easier. "I'm watching..." said the hunter. "What does that mean?" "It means," Kuroichi hissed. "That I'm watching you, hunter." The hunter whirled towards the sound of the voice. The silver-haired demon slid from the shadows, blade drawn. "You caught me in a poor position and with reinforcements handy. This time, I'll rip your throat out!"[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]"Feh," spat Kuroichi. "Stupid hunter thinks he can stop me? Fool. I should've killed him where he stood." Kuroichi had leapt high atop a building, and peered down upon the city. The metallic taste of blood still floated in his mouth, making him want more. He hadn't had time nearly enough for a good meal. Gray eyes flashing, he scanned the crowd, seeking his next victim. He ran his tongue over his fangs in anticipation. "Where's a good one...?" The moon swept down upon the city, illuminating the populace. It was a matter of reading the weak humans. Figuring out who is most vulnerable, alone, impressionable. All about finding one he could manipulate and control long enough for the blood to flow. The moon made everything shine in its silver glow. The silver. Silver defined Kuroichi as a creature of the night. His hair was his definition, his calling card. He was widely known. [I]Wampyre? Yes. With silver hair. Damn that Kuroichi![/I] Then he spotted the next. The perfect victim. She was alone, dressed rather poorly, and had an aura of depression. She was jostled and pushed along in the crowd, ignored and abused. "One kind word from a handsome stranger, and she'll be putty in my hands." Quickly and silently, Kuroichi dropped from the roof and melded with the crowd. He spotted her almost immediately. "Excuse me, miss?" he said, voice soft and warm. "Yes?" she said, looking at him. The aura of sadness was palpable this close. "You seem a bit, jostled here. Can I help you where you are going?" "I dont want to trouble you..." "No trouble! Here," he said, reaching out. "Let me take your hand." With the application of a little kindness, a little warmth, and a dazzling smile, anyone could fold. As she did. Mere minutes later, the two were inside her small apartment. "Let me make you some tea," she said. The aura was rapidly disappating. "Oh, that's fine. Actually, I had something else in mind," Kuroichi said, menace crawling into his voice. The woman whirled and faced him. "What do you want?" she cried. "Money? Sex?" "Blood," the vampire hissed. In one swift move, he drew his katana that she had carelessly missed seeing, slitting her throat. Blood burst from the wound, spilling over her clothes and flesh. "Let's not let that tasty blood go to waste," the silver-haired demon said, licking his fangs. He decended upon her, biting over the wound, and drinking deep. She gurgled and managed to sob a view tears before Kuroichi crushed her windpipe. Blood flowed down into his mouth, filling his empty belly and revitalizing him with the sweet, metallic taste. He could feel his strength returning, revilatlizing him, empowering him once more. As the blood coursed through his body, he felt alive again. After 10 full minutes of feeding his pulled away from her drained corpse. Blood was caked on her, and the thick liquid dripped from Kuroichi's face. He walked swiftly into the bathroom and clensed his face and hands, then his katana. "Another night, another satisfying meal," he said, chuckling. His low, sadistic laugh was not the last sound ever heard in the ramshackle apartment, but in was the sound that would haunt forever.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

George, fed up with the insanity, decided to destroy all of time and space. However, he was simply a dog-fish with legs, and lacked sufficient power. Thus, he resigned to his fate of utter randomness.

[COLOR=Red][SIZE=1]Name: Real name unknown. Goes by Kuroichi (can be read as Dark Blood) Age: 648 Gender: Male Species: Wampyr Height: 5'10" Weight: 163lbs. Description:[URL=http://img72.photobucket.com/albums/v219/AzureImi/zeos0001.jpg]This[/URL] Weaponry: A black-bladed katana and a cane with a concealed dagger inside. Gifts: Black Blood-Kuroichi enchants his blades so that they taint the blood of one who is struck with a deadly virus, a modified verson of the Wampyre curse that causes rapid aging and extreme pain. He can only use it 2 hours after feeding, and only once. Blood Stone Power-If Kuroichi is cut, he can manipulate his blood into armor, swords, or shields. The 'Blood Stone' is quite strong, able to resist most humans. Blood Mist-Kuroichi creates a red mist that causes small cuts to form on anyone who enters it. The cuts continue to form until you leave the mist or die. Bio: Kuroichi is a mystery of a man, with a past shrouded in shadows. He was youthful when infected, as is shown by his current state. He is extremely powerful, known for his ruthless and deadly massacres. Kuroichi was born...different. His hair was silver, and his eyes a cold blue-gray. He was always cold and solitary, though no one knew why. He was able to always ease seemlessly into groups, using his extreme charisma and intelligence to make other accept him and think him their best friend. He was born to become a Wampyre. Solitary, cold, manipulative, all these traits have served him well in his 600 years of life. He was born in the era of the Samurai, a brutal and bloody time that carried to his new-found disrespect for life. He is a master of Kendo, various hand-to-hand combat styles, and marksmanship. He wields a sword with deadly accuracy and skill. He is a master warrior that was infamous even before his transformation. Using his powerful and manipulative ways, he has always merged with the times, sliding in to pup culture and becoming a perfect citizen wherever he goes. And he has to go many places, for his Wampyre nature makes him have to slaughter the innocent to feed his demonic hunger. Kuroichi fills the roles of Samurai and assassin, killer and best friend, enemy and ally all at once. He'll become your closest trustee, and stab you in the back (literally) when your usefulness is used up. Kuroichi is a brutal and sadistic monster. He is charming and sly, brilliant and wise, deadly and merciless.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][CENTER]--NEXT MORNING--[/CENTER] "I hate marching," sighed Zeos. The group was, again, marching through the great grassy plains of the Digital World. "I hate wandering aimlessly," growled Imi. They had found a stream and she had washed most of the blood of her face. Her nose was still sore, and she kept rubbing it. "Perhaps you can solve that problem, Fearless Leader." "I would if I knew anything beyond how to make my weapon appear and what the hell this place is. But I don't. So shut your yap!" Imi and Zeos locked eyes, glared, and turned away. "Guys..." sighed Darien. "Why must they always fight?" asked Takuto. "Sexual tension runs rampant," said Darien, shaking his head. "WAAAAAAAAAH!?" yelled Imi and Zeos. They whirled on the tallest of the group. "Oh, come on. It's a classic scenario. Beautiful woman, hard-headed leader type. They fight and fight, but in the end they have wild monkey sex and fall in love." The others just stared at Darien. "That's my woman you're talking about!" snarled Lance. He put his arm around Imi, and she jammed her elbow in his ribs. "And I'm in no way interested in her!" growled Zeos. Elena secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Sure you're not," said Darien. He winked at Zeos. "Don't make me kill you." *** The story will pick up soon, as soon as I figure out what to have happen next.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

...legs! Which was very handy for him, since now he could walk. It had been very difficult traveling on a quest with no legs. Now that he had legs, he...

...she ran out of lipstick and she was incredibly vain. So she decided to... (I'm glad to finally get in on this.)

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]I just watched part of this fairly old movie and, like I tend to always do, decided to make another RPG. How many have I made by now? And how many have started? Sigh. MOVIE BACKGROUND- The Pagemaster is the story of a...paranoid, for lack of a better term, young boy named Richard Tyler. While his father works on a treehouse (in a tree Richard won't climb), he sends the boy to the hardwarestore, to buy nails. On the way, a lightning storm hits, and Richard takes refuge in a Library. After getting a Library card, he tries to find a phone, but slips in a puddle. When he wakes up, a large mural overhead melts down and becomes a raging torrent of color, that animates everything in the room. He's caught by the stream, and wakes up animated. He meets the Pagemaster, who tells him to go towards the exit. Richard head's off, but first meets Adventure, a surly pirate, and Fantasy, a fairy Godmother with a kick. They enter the Horror section, and meet the goofy, deformed (and dogeared) Horror. As the four make their way through the animated Library, they face Dr Jekyll, Captain Ahab, Long John Silver, Dragons, and a managarie of other characters and creatures from literature. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Zeos Uchiyama was at the Library, studying for an exam with his secret crush and his best friend (two people), when things went horribly wrong. It was raining, and the three slipped in puddles (a bit of a stretch, yes, but...) and when they awoke, they were in a very different place. An animated place. After speaking to the Merlin-esque Pagemaster, the three realized they had to make their way through the strange new Library and beat five challanges: Horror, Action, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, and Romance. Before leaving the "normal" Library, they met five books, each embodying these book types. Can the three, and the books, make it through the Library, and make it to the exit? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SIGN-UP-- HUMAN- Name: Gender: Crush is female, Best Friend is either Age: 15/16 Role: Best Friend or Crush Appearance: Personality: Fear: Something to be overcome in the Book-World Bio: Doesn't have to be too long. BOOKS- Name: Action, Fantasy, Horror, Romance, or Sci-Fi Gender: They sort of have genders Appearance: They're books with arms, legs, and faces, and...? Skills: Swordfighting, magic, etc. Remember, the skills don't work too well outside of the book's section. Personality: Match the genre To know my character, look at just about any RPG I've ever been in. Hie fear is heights. In this, stories come to life and fears will be overcome. The books seek to be checked out, and the kids seek to get out. This is an Action/Comedy, so jokes and action, okay? Enjoy. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]

Yeah, it sounds like your brother is pretty...mature. I mean, the fat chics line? Is that really true? Or does your little brother watch too much Family Guy? And, leo06, what does that have to do with anything? If you want to know about Simpsons, post in the TV Forum, not here where it has no relevance. -ULX

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Zeos was falling into an uneasy sleep, when he heard movement. And crying. He raised his head just in time to see Elena heading into the woods. "Elena?" he said, voice thick with sleep. He got up and following, swaying a bit due to just waking up. "Elena, where are you?" he asked. "Go away," came her reply. Her voice was choked with tears. "You okay?" he stupidly asked. "What do you think," she replied. "No. Why are you out here?" "Because I don't want to hold you guys back. I'm weak and stupid." "No you're not. Granted, you could use some experience, but everyone's got problems. And without you, Takuto could've been killed." "He would've been better alone. I was just in the way." "No! You helped him greatly. You...you made some light appear and it...it revitalized him somehow." "Luck." "Without you he would be dead. We could all be dead." "Just leave me alone! You're just trying to make me feel better, you don't mean it!" "Yes I do! Now stop being a self-absorbed baby and come back with me. You are making yourself weak." "Just go away," she moaned. *** Take it away, amgoddess. Obviously, Zeos isn't good at the whole "comforting" thing.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Zeos walked out of class and saw Isaac walking towards the Gym with the new guy. "Feh, pretty boy," grumled Zeos, completely ignoring the fact that he, himself, could be considered a pretty boy. As he walked towards his next class, Zeos heard some girls muttering about something. "Did you hear what happened?" "What?" "Black Hidari was talking with Isaac Kagami!" "Really?" "Yeah! Probably asking him to join the Bad Moons!" "But isn't Isaac in the Twisted Zen? He's always hanging out with that dreamy Zeos Uchiyama, and he's a top dog in that gang." "Yeah, but Black Hidari is way tougher than Zeos Uchiyama. No one ever turns him down." "Who's tougher than me now?" Zeos said, in a murderous whisper. The two girls cringed and whirled, eyes wide and fightened. "Uh...uh...uh..." "No...no one..." "Really!" "Really? And I'm dreamy, now?" One of the girls fainted, and her friend caught her. "Hm, easily frightened, is she?" said Zeos, smiling warmly. His gray eyes flashed, and the girl blushed. The silver-haired teen turned and headed towards the gym. [I]Hanging out with Hidari, is he? I've got to talk to Isaac now.[/I] [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1]Before I begin my rant, I shall say simply that I hate Bush yet I am neither Democrat nor Liberal. I am me, and that is that. I am going to see Farenheit 9/11. I saw Bowling, and I thought it was pretty damn good film-making. Michael Moore is not the greatest human being walking the Earth, I'll admit, but I agree with him. I've grown up in a household of cynicism and opinions. I have developed opinions of almost everything. And Michael Moor just happens to share some of my opinions. So I should like him, right? No. I like his ideas, his opinions, and his movies. I may not like him as a person, though. I am [I]inclined[/I] to like him, just like I'm inclined to hate some members of this board or like some members of this board, but until I meet him I won't know. So if you hate his tactics, you don't necessarily hate him. If you don't like his opinions, you still don't necessarily hate him. You hate the Michael Moore shown to the public, not necessarily the real man. I take pride in America's freedoms. I like how people are allowed to have their own opinions. However, we need to realized that everyone has that right. Michael Moore is entitled to his opinions just like you are. So before you call him un-American, stop and think about what you are saying. I hate George Bush. I do not hate America. I hate our government, and our current leader. I hate what he's doing, I hate the majority of what he stands for and what he's done. But I love my country. I love what it stands for. America is a country for the people. America is not its leader, it is its people. Remember that, before you call someone un-American or anti-American, or American hating. Michael Moore needs to know that as well. He needs to realize that America doesn't suck, its current President does. I may not like everything about Michael Moore, but I like enough about him to watch his movies and shut my trap until I meet him in person. I'm entitled to my opinion, and he's entitled to his. And your entitled to yours. And if you don't like that, buy a small island in the South Pacific and make everyone follow you. -ULX[/SIZE][/COLOR]