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I am under the potentially wrong impression that everyone has a celebrity that they love/lust for/droll over/etc. I just want to know who, and why. Personal curiousity. I am in love (lust) with Eliza Dushku, actress of such fame as BtVS, Tru Calling, Wrong Turn, and the New Guy. As for why, she's tough, smart, witty, and a bad-*** bad-girl. This is what I like. I'd even go as far to say that I like a girl who can kick my ***. Not that I'm into the whole S&M thing, though. And, let's not forget that she's dead-sexy. Anyway, that's me. Be kind to others opinions, but I'm not against a few playful jabs to the ego.

These are my (frankly) feeble avatars I made recently, using Photo-Shop and pictures LEGALLY downloaded off the official website. I do not own the pictures, per se, but I made these things myself. Anyway, let me know what you think. I'm putting a new one up each month. At least that's the plan. Since I can only put up five at a time, here are Alice, Bakuryu, Busuzima, Gado, and Jenny. Next up...Kohryu, Long, Shenlong, Shina, and Stun. The last set will be Uranus, Uriko, Xion, and Yugo. I even have a calendar for when I'll put them up... January-Long February-Bakuryu March-Jenny April-Alice May-Yugo June-Shina July-Gado August-Busuzima September-Stun October-Xion November-Kohryu December-Shenlong So, let me know if I forget to change them, okay?

I have noticed that Gohan has 25% of the vote in the poll, and wish to ask why. Why is Gohan most important? Is it just because you want to be different? Is it because you misread it and thought it said Goku? Or do you have an actual reason. If the latter is true, please, step up and tell me why.

My attempt at a Matrix-esque story. Personally, I don't like it that much. But I'm not the one who's reading it, eh? ~~~~~~~~ The man stood atop an old crate, at the corner of 180th and 5th. Stood there for two days. Cars and people milled about, hearing but not listening. Who would listen to such a loon? He looked crazed, with his wild eyes and messy hair, rumpled tie and disheveled clothes. His face was grimy and lined, and he looked like a Holleywood Hobo. "We must awake to the real world!" he yelled. "This world is a false-hood! A mimicry of existence! It is not real! I have seen the true world! The world beyond! We must awake! Awake to reality! We must go through the rabbit-hole!" "Looks like someone's been chasing the 'white-rabbit'," a young man said to his friend, who mimied smoking a joint. "We...we must not let them win! We must find the truth! "But they don't want that! NO! They want us to stay here! They want to use us! Use us as their...their batteries! Batteries for the foul machines! The machines that threaten to enslave man-kind for all eternity! We must stop them!" All around him, people shrugged off his words. Who should listen...who would listen? He was just a crazy, after all. "We must awake! AWAKE!" ~~~~~~ Just a crazy. [I]They[/I] knew that. The men...in the black coats. They took him away, kicking and screaming like the crazies do. They took him, and he didn't come back. [I]Why, do you think?[/I] He had been there for two days, you see. They must've finally figured it out. And they got rid of him. [I]Really?[/I] Yes. No more crazy conspiracy theories. No more cries for awakening. No more psychoes standing on the street-corners, yelled their insanities. No more. [I]Isn't is kind of suspicious, thought?[/I] You're right. Those men in black coats [I]were[/I] kind of suspicious. I mean, they didn't have badges or anything. But still, they must've been FBI. [I]You sure?[/I] But who else could they be? They must've been police, or FBI, or CIA. They had guns, and black coats, and sunglasses. Who else would dress like that and take some crazy away? [I]Hm...[/I] I mean, he was crazy, right? He couldn't have been in his right mind, right? He...he was wrong...right? [I]No.[/I] No? He was right? Then...then what can we do? Awake? How? [I]You must...[/I] Wait. What was that? That noise? Like a car...a car outside... [I]They're here for me.[/I] You? They want you? For what? [I]Knowing.[/I] Knowing? Knowing what? [I]I...I have to go![/I] Go? Go where? [I]You have to hide! They'll get you too![/I] What? Why? [I]You heard...[/I] Heard? Heard what? [I]The soap-box serenade...[/I]

This is my apparently really good and somewhat sad story, titled Dawn. [SIZE=1] The light from the rising sun spread heat across my body. I took in the shining orb of life and basked in its warmth. My legs dangled over the edge of the roof, five stories up. A week ago, I wouldn?t have cared if I suddenly slipped and fell to the Earth. Now, I wished I had a safety harness, so I didn?t have to worry about losing all I had gained. ?Ty?? I turned, and saw her. The sun bore down on her, making her hair glisten like a sheet of fire, and her emerald-green eyes glitter. An expression of concern and fear graced her beautiful countenance. Even in the simple white t-shirt and jeans, she still surpassed Aphrodite in beauty. ?What, Sara?? I questioned, smiling warmly. There had been little to smile about for a long time, so I made sure to do so as much as possible. ?Why are you up so early?? she asked, even though she had a different though in mind. And for good reason. ?I?m just sittin? in the sun, basking in its warmth,? I said. ?I need the heat, since your feet are so cold,? I added, smiling devilishly. ?You jerk!? she ?yelled? in mock-anger. She then smiled and laughed, and a second sun was born. Maybe you?re confused. Probably, I should say. You see, a week ago, my life was crap. Pure, putrid, festering, crap. I had nothing to live for, except her. And she didn?t even seem to care. It was at a Chinese restaurant my epiphany started. Not quite the setting they come up with in Hollywood, eh? Anyway, I had finished some anonymous meal (I didn?t care at the time what I ate. Could?ve been the Kentucky Fried Rat they talk about in Urban Legends, for all I cared) and was about to eat my fortune cookie. I broke open the dessert and read the tiny slip of paper. ?Always darkest before the dawn,? it read. ?Yeah right,? I muttered darkly. Maybe I should explain why my life sucked. You see, I had just gotten fired from my job. Cosmic laugh #1. Next, I came home to find out my pure, innocent, sweet baby sister Karen had been leading on two of her best friends, TJ and David, in love triangle so complex and disturbing it would confuse even the most prolific Soap Opera star. Cosmic laugh #2. And then, the big whammy, the grand Kahuna, the biggest belly laugh the Cosmos ever had. I found out my best friend, secret crush, and favorite person in the entire damn world has been dating another guy. And not just any guy, oh no, that would be too kind. It was my other best friend, Mark Isenburg, the teen-dream rock-star. The Universe definitely hated me. So, after reading this innocent little piece of paper, I decided that I was the biggest butt of the meanest joke the Universe could come up with. So, I decided to find myself a way out. While leaving the fine establishment, I had the poor luck to run into one of the biggest, meanest, surliest bikers in the world. He turned around and bashed me right in the nose. I had difficulty deciding whose shot was cheaper, the big guy?s or the Big Guy?s (God, if you needed to ask). Nursing my broken nose with my NEW handkerchief (now doused in blood), with the occasional droplet staining my NEW leather jacket, which had already been stained by some moron?s coffee on the bus. So, as I was saying, I was walking home and (big surprise) it started to rain. Just like Hollywood, right? And then, some genius in his (probably) new Sports Car raced along, dousing me with muddy water. Classic bad day material. I could only think about one thing. Suicide. It seemed the only way out of this never-ending nightmare. As I walked, I was contemplating the best way to go about it. I briefly thought about cutting myself, but I couldn?t. Too messy, and my roommate would probably find me first and report it before I bled to death. Hanging seemed like it might be good, but sometimes you don?t break your neck instantly and have to strangle, and that?s a bad way to go, plus I could get found first. Then it hit me. Jumping. Clean, easy, and almost no chance of surviving long enough to be stopped. It was perfect. So, I headed to one of the tallest buildings I could think of. Unfortunately (for my death wish, anyway) it was Sara?s office. So technically, it was good I went there. I went to the building and headed immediately to the elevator. The two people next to me both had colds. Brilliant. But still, it didn?t matter, as dead men don?t get colds. I got off at the top floor and headed towards the stairs when I saw them. Matt and Sara walking towards her office. Most definitely not the best thing that could happen right now. I ducked into the Men?s Room and decided that I might as well relieve myself. I had heard that you release your bowels and bladder upon death anyway. I really didn?t want to die like that. So, as I water the proverbial daisies, who should walk in, but Mark. My life had officially become a friggin cliché. But back to my horrid life. So, Mark walks in and stands in the next stall, not noticing me. Which was good, him not noticing. Unfortunately, he turned his head. ?Oh, hey Ty!? he said. ?Um, Mark, hi,? I said, trying to act nonchalant. ?How?s life on your end, man?? he asked, perfectly cheerful and unaware of the horrible, gut-wrenching pain it was causing me to talk to the asshole that stole my best friend/secret love from me. ?Oh, things are?good?? I muttered, trying to conceal the fact I was lying through my teeth. ?Good. So, come here to visit Sara?? he asked. ?Oh, uh, no. Here looking for a job, actually. Scopin? out the real estate. Job-wise, of course. Not like I want to live here, or anything,? I rambled. Actually, I wanted to tell him, I want to die here. And take you with me. ?Oh, cool. I?ll ask Sara if she could figure out a way for you two to work together. She?s missed you, dude. We all have,? he said, warmly. Great, I thought. I?m in the Men?s Room of the building I plan on jumping off of being comforted by the one person in the world I didn?t want to see right now. My life officially sucked the big one at that point. So, I finished up, washed up, and left. Sara had vacated the hall it would appear (okay, my life isn?t too terribly cliché, but still) and went to the stairwell. As I opened the door to the roof, I saw a dark sky, pitch black even. I hadn?t realized until now just how late it was. I checked my watch, revealing the time to be 5:00. Time flies when you?re contemplating suicide. Or something like that. I stepped forward to the edge, and psyched my self up for the plunge. It was a long drop, 15 stories I think. Soon, I?d have been street pizza, hot of the concrete griddle. Would you like Extra Irony on your Cosmic Butt? I was about to step forward, when I remembered. I had forgotten to give someone the note. I reached in my pocket and read it again. [I]Dear Everyone, Sorry that I have to go, but life just sucks. Karen, don?t think it was your fault. It wasn?t. I love you, baby sis, and trust me, you?ll be in my thoughts. Mom, Dad, you didn?t raise me wrong, I?m just in some hard times and I can?t handle it any more. I love you. Everybody, don?t worry. You can keep it together. It?s just, I can?t. Mark, keep rockin. Maria, stay cute. Will, make like Bill Gates and make it big. Joey, you got it in you, oyu can be what you want to be. TJ, you cool. David, you were like a little brother. Keep Karen company. Mia, Cory, Kevin, I didn?t get to know you well enough, and I?m sorry for it. You all keep it real, and remember, you?ll all be with me. And Sara, even though I could never tell you, I love you. Always have, always will. Sorry to leave you, but I gotta. -Ty[/I] I sighed and walked to the door. I figured I?d slip it under Sara?s door before leaving. Unfortunately (again, I mean that for my suicide-side), Sara appeared at last. She looked scared?worried?sad, and I couldn?t bare it. I shoved the note into her hands and turned, heading back towards the ledge. ?Ty, stop!? she yelled. I froze and turned back to face her. She had begun to cry. ?Why, Ty? Why are you doing this?? she said, between heart-wrenching sobs. ?Sara?? I started. Seeing her standing there, tears flowing down her face, I couldn?t bare it. ?No!? she yelled. ?You don?t deserve to even explain yourself!? Her face had changed from sadness to anger. Her eyes burned with a furious flame. ?You stupid?jerk! Why would you hurt us like this!?? ?Sara, I?? ?Stop!? she snapped. ?Please, come back with me. We can work it out,? she said, becoming sad again. ?No, I can?t. Sara, you?re part of the problem.? ?What?? she gasped. ?It?s not so much you as?you and Mark?? I said, looking away, ashamed. ?You?you love me?don?t you?? she said, confused. I looked back at her. Confused, sad, terrified, even now she was beautiful. ?Yes,? I said, at last confessing it to her. ?I?I?m sorry. I?m making it sound like my problems are all you. It?s not just that?it?s?other stuff. It?s complicated.? ?Then we?ll work it all out. It?ll be fine Ty,? she said, taking my hand. I walked back with her. I learned later that Mark had mentioned how I seemed to be acting odd, and that I had headed for the roof. She had bolted just in time to find me. Mark took the break-up well. He is currently dating one of his various groupies. Me and Sara are ?involved?. Things are certainly looking up. ?Ty,? she asked, snapping me out of my daze. ?What, Sara?? I asked, smiling down at her. ?What were you thinking about,? she said looking up at me a bit confused. ?My epiphany, actually. That, and how much I hate fortune cookies,? I said, nodding my head for emphasis. ?And why, pray tell, do you hate fortune cookies?? she asked, eyebrows raised. ?Because they should always be right,? I said, just before kissing her. We sat there, huddled together, as we basked in the light of the new dawn. At last, we decided to go back inside. I grabbed her hand and said to her, ?Come on Charlie.? ?Charlie?? she asked, again confused. ?The angel,? I said. Seeing how she was still confused, I added, ?The angel from It?s A Wonderful Life? The one that stopped George Bailey?? ?Oh, right. That one,? she said, smiling. ?It suits you. You saved me from jumping,? I said. ?And you?re definitely an angel,? I added, kissing her on the forehead. ?Well then, George. Let?s get some breakfast,? she said racing ahead. I laughed and looked up at the sky. ?Can I have another night soon?? I asked the clouds. ?Because dawn is definitely worth the wait.?[/SIZE] And yes, I know that the angel from 'It's a Wonderful Life' was named Clarence. My character is the one who didn't know.

"You idiot," Lisa sighed as Emily ran out the door. "Wha? What'd I do!?" said Taro, genuinely confused. "You know that camera's important to her," said Lisa, scowling at him. "But she took a picture of my cereal! Tell me that's not freaky," said Taro, looking her dead in the eye. He then realized what he was doing, and turned away so that she couldn't see him blush. "Maybe a little, but still, you need to be more careful about what you say." Taro crossed his arms and frowned. Lisa sighed and shrugged. Kemaru meowed softly. Just then, the phone rang. Lisa went over to pick it up. "Hello?" Lisa asked. [I]"Hey, it's Emily. Could you hand Taro over?"[/I] asked the girl on the phone. "It's for you," said Lisa, tossing the cordless at the resident Goggle-Head. "Hello?" he mumbled. [I]"Sorry I left... I uh...."[/I] "Got angry I figured..." Taro said. [I]"Yeah I just wanted to apologise..."[/I] "Eh...No big deal." [I]"Anyways..." [/I] There was a loud crash on Emily's end. [I] "I uh gotta go... I think the little vermin broke something."[/I] She hung up. "In case you were wondering," Taro said, throwing the phone back. "She forgave me. Actually, called to apologize about running out." "So, what's next?" asked Lisa. "Damned if I know," said Taro, grinning a little. "You got any suggestions?"

Taro sat on the couch, legs crossed, eyes closed, blocking out the rest of the world. He had his headphones on and Linkin Park rang out inside his head, smothering thought. "Hey, cuz!" yelled a voice, interrupting the flow of sweet nothing. Taro sighed. It was Emily, his second-cousin. He opened one eye and glared at her, pointing to the headphones. She nodded, smiled, and pushed the power button on his CD player. "What'd you do that for!?" yelled Taro. "You were being a butt," she said, calmly. "I...I was not!" Taro said, huffily. "Were too!" "Not!" "Too!" The two locked gazes, eyes blazing with fury. "Why did you turn off my CD player?" asked Taro, teeth clenched tight. "Because I've been calling for you the past minute. Lisa called. She's invited the gang over for some no-pads football." "Uh, Lisa!?" Taro gasped. He had more than a slight crush on her. "Did I stutter, goggles?" Emily asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me!?" Taro yelled, grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair. "Because you were all spacey," she said, sighing. Taro grumbled and snatched up his goggles and hat. He turned his head back slightly, and called out," Ma! Emily and I are going out to hang with the gang!" "Don't be out late!" Taro's mom yelled back. She was talking with Emily's mom. The two were old friends. "Alright!" he yelled, grinning like a mad man. "Ready to show these stooges what a Kamiya can do?" he asked, smirking. Emily grinned back, looking like a shark about to strike. The cousins raced out the door, not knowing quite how wild the day would turn out. OOC: How's that for an intro? And Blanko, I hope you don't mind me using your character like that.

Name: Taro Kamiya Who they descended from: Taichi 'Tai' Kamiya Age: 15 Gender: Male Personality: Taro isn't much like grandpa Tai, being much more thoughful and cool-headed. Although sometimes, he does blow up a little. He is smart and strong-willed, almost always winning arguments. He is also cocky and egotistical, and tends to ignore the feelings of others in favor of his own. He has a strong rivalry with Melissa and a crush on Lisa. Hm... Appearance: I'll try and find a picture if I can, but for now... Has dark brown hair and gray eyes that are sometimes green or blue. He always wears a black baseball hat, and inherited his grandpa's goggles. He usually wears dark colored t-shirts, jeans, and his leather jacket. Bio: He learned about Digimon from his grandfathers rather long-winded stories of his heroic exploits as grand-leader of the Digidestined. He is impressed with his grandpa's handiwork in the past, and seeks to perpetuate it. He got a Digimon while wandering aimlessly in the Digiworld, searching for something, though he didn't know what. Grade: 9th Partner Digimon: Dragamon Partner Digimon's Digivolution Line: Dragamon-Ryumon-Dark Ryumon-Magna Ryumon Partner Digimon's Appearance: Dragamon looks like a lean, blue Agumon striped with red. Ryumon is a large serpentine Dragon, with the same markings. Dark Ryumon is the same only black instead of blue. And Magna Ryumon is a humanoid dragon, same markings as Dragamon, clad in black armor. Digivice Style, Color, Attributes: A Season 1 style Digivice that looks exactly like the original except for its dark blue color, striped with black.

Xion rose from the hard, dusty ground, silver bangs hanging in his eyes. He looked around, confused. "I was just fighting the insolent Wolf, but now I'm not. How strange," he said, gazing out across the barren red wasteland. "What is this place?" He looked down at his clothes, noting with some dismay that he no longer wore his trademark red coat, it being replaced with a similar black coat. "Odd. If I find the person who stole my coat, I must remember to eviscerate them," he said, shrugging casually. He walked slowly and calmly across the plane, squashing the inklings of fear that dared to rise in his concious mind. Suddenly, he heard voices. He moved over to a cliff, and saw five figures. They would be simple to eliminate. With a graceful, elegant flip, he summersaulted over the edge of the cliff and landed in their midst. "Die," he said, softly. He lashed out with one arm at a man with wild hair, about to slam him in the chest before a large, hairy hand gripped his wrist. Xion looked up to see a furry, dog-like face. "A Zoanthrope?" he asked, stunned. "That would be you," growled the beast.

[SIZE=1][COLOR=Navy]Goku: Hey Sanzo, we have a problem. Houmei said that caravan had reserved all their larger rooms. They only have singles left. Sanzo: Yeah...You never know when we might get attacked by Youkai. It's a good idea to stay as close as possible...That's what I [i]should[/i] say. But on the other hand...I'm sick of looking at your sorry faces, so screw it! Dismissed![/COLOR] -Goku and Sanzo in Saiyuki I know we've all felt like that before. [COLOR=darkgreen]"You ***."[/COLOR] -My friend, Patrick. It's pretty much his catch-phrase.[/SIZE]

I understand your points fully, dposse and SuperSJ3, and realize the error of my ways in putting Goku forward as an option. Other than him, the mani character who is therefore most important, who is the second most important (I still say Gero)? And you can start up other DBZ/GT related topics, if you wish.

Godzilla slammed his massive claw into a short demon. The tiny hell-beast flew across the street, smacking into a park bench and crumpling to the ground. With a flick of his tail, he sent a Vampire flying off to the side. "Good, Godzilla," Rei said, fully aware of the absurdity of her statement. Godzilla let out a triumphant, pleased roar. The former Demon Slayer had been reduced to a gigantic radioactive puppy. Absurdity and chaos were rampant. Suddenly, Kara, clad in a fine silk Gypsy-style dress and brandishing a rapier, attacked the duo. Her finely honed blade cut into Godzilla's scaley hide. The large reptile snarled in pain. "Take zat, you filty beast, daring to strike against my meestress!" (my feeble attempt at a Gypsy-style accent. It sounds more French than East-European.) She lashed out again, only to have her sword arm gripped by Rei. "Stop it, Kara," said Rei, holding tight to her fellow slayers bicep. "Un'and me, you foul woman!" said Kara, attempting to wrench free. Godzilla roared, and backhanded Kara, knocking her to the ground. "Thanks," said Rei, rummaging through her pockets, searching for the spell. At last she found it, and spoke the chant. "Ekmanie doraman deimos nio namata ecrume!" (Totally made up. No real words in it.) Kara rose to her feet, rubbing her head. She looked at Kara, then Godzilla, then the army of costume-transformed people. She screamed.

This is the new DBZ/GT thread. And as first order of business, the question this thread originally was. This is just common curiosity, but who do you think is the most important character in DBZ/GT? And I don't mean your favorite. I mean who has caused the most development, story, etc. In my humbled opinion, it's Dr. Gero. This is why. 1. Thanks to him, we have time-traveling Trunks, who potentially saved a lot of people from Frieza/King Cold/Frieza's Army. I mean, Goku would've stopped Frieza, but many people, including the Z-Senshi, might have been killed. 2. It's thanks to Dr. Gero that we have still-good Vegeta (maybe). Like Krillin said, by having a common enemy, Vegeta didn't revert to evil guy. 3. The bad doctor's handywork brought about Krillin's family life, in the form of Android 18 and Marron. Not so important, but still. 4. If not for Cell, we probably would have many more people on earth, at least leading up to the Buu Saga. 5. If not for Cell, again, we wouldn't have Ultra SSJ, SSJ2, or even SSJ3. Well, Vegeta and Goku might have SSJ2, but it's not likely. Thanks to the need to defeat Cell and the Androids, the Saiya-jin (Saiyan) community pushed to ascend SSJ, creating the Ultra SSJ and SSJ2. Also, without Goku going to Other-World, he wouldn't have learned SSJ3. 6. Last one. Without Android 17, there would be a chapter missing from GT. The Super 17 Saga, which I haven't seen, wouldn't exist without Gero and 17. There. I'm done now. But what do YOU think?

[SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkRed]One hundred years ago, six new High Priests entered the Church of Elements, and changed the world forever. They tore apart the land, living for their own purposes and goals instead of for the people. One of their first acts was to destroy the Order of Knights. They sent their new army against the honorable, loyal warriors, and the Knights were slain. All of them but one. The one was Blaze, the Last Knight. Struck by a spell supposed to kill him, Blaze was instead trapped in suspended animation. He has at last awoken, into a world he never wished to know. The Six Dark Priests have rended the world, destroying the lush and peaceful landscape and replacing it with a global desert, a land were life is not plenteful, and hate is. Villages scatter the land, living where there is water and some source of food. Blaze, disgusted with the new world, strikes up a campaign. Slowly he makes his way towards the capitol city, home of the Great Cathedral, home of the Dark Priests. It is his goal to kill them, returning the world to its former status. The Priests, thought, have found ways to tie themselves to the pure Elements, and maintain a great power. Immortality. They have not aged beyond their lives at the end of Blaze's time. But he does not care. He will destroy them. He will bring about peace. He will die for his cause.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Sound good? Then sign up. I need the Six High Priests of Elements (Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Shadow, and Light), Outcasts, and other people. The Sign Up Sheet: Name: Don't have to be real names (like Blaze, for example) Gender: One or the other Age: Type: Outcast, Thief, Warrior, Priest, or High Priest Weapon: Physical Description: Element: Choose from...Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Shadow, Light, Storm, Ice, and Thunder. Thunder falls under Light, Ice under Water, and Storm under Wind Personality: Bio: My Guy: Name: Blaze, the Last Knight Gender: Male Age: Unknown, seems around 20-ish Type: Last Knight Weapon: Sword of Flame Physical Description: Blaze is tall, lean, and tough. His body is laced with scars. His hair is short, spiky, and bright crimson, with eerie golden eyes. He wears slightly tarnished red armor, not medieval Knight style, more anime style. Under that, wears a red t-shirt and denim-style pants. Never seen without his sword. Element: Fire Personality: Blaze is solitary and quiet, with a strong sense of honor and purpose. He is alone in the world, and doesn't care. He is very harsh and honest, almost cruel. He doesn't like to talk. Bio: Blaze is the last member of the Knights, proud warriors following the Church of Elements. However, the order was crushed by the new High Priests, who struck a deal with the devil, so to speak, gaining infinite power, but loosing all sense of honor of kindness. That was 100 years ago. Blaze was put into suspended animation by the powerful spell that was supposed to kill him. He has awoken into the crushed, horrific world, and is scared and infuriated by the current state of affairs. He has made it his mission to crush the Church and bring about a new era of peace, and re-instate the Knights. Your turn. By the way, this will be starting on April 11th, a Sunday.

-Name: Kaiyu Dokawa, the Black Dragon -Age: 30-ish -Height: 5' 8" -Weight: 176lbs. -Physical Description: Very lean and muscular, always wearing his Ninja outift, in full garb. This includes hood, mask, gloves, boots, everything. Under it, though, he has a shaved head, gray eyes, and a tattoo of a black dragon winding around his neck to his chin, starting at the opposite shoulder. His body is laced with scars, and he has black dragon's wrapped around both biceps, both lower-legs, on his back, and both pecs. -Personality: Dokawa is very cold and solitary, preferring to be alone. He is master tactician, being brilliant and cool-headed. When conversing with others, he is sarcastic and sharp-tongued, speaking openly and honestly. -Martial Art Training History: He is well-versed in the Ninja Arts, being trained in Ryu-Kuro-Ninjitsu. Before being kicked out, it was strongly believed he would take over after the leader died. -Weapons: Ninja-to, Shuriken, and a Kusari-Gama -Biography: Dokawa's past is a complete mystery, even to his closet friends. He is a master Ninja, feared assassin, and high-ranking member of the Yakuza. He has kept to himself most of his life and no one knows if his family exists anymore. Thus, many rumors abound, and he only quells those that do not talk about his deadly, vicious nature. What is known is a bit of his history relating to Ninjitsu. He was trained in the Ryu-Kuro school, the name being the reason for all his tattoes. He left his Dojo after killing six rival students. He felt they were too weak and had to be eliminated. On being confronted with his deeds, he told his teacher that, and he was kicked out. One of his private missions now is his desire to get back at the members of his 'weak' Dojo.

Name: Xion, the Unborn Lord Where from: Bloody Roar 3 Skills: Transforms into the Unborn, and all his fun little combos Fighting Styles: Unborn Style Description: See attachment. The monster is his transformed state. Description in Cesto's World: Wears a black coat, but otherwise the same Small Bio: I don't really know much about his past, other than he is somewhat evil and killed his elder sister to keep his younger sister from being too 'tender'. He seeks out power and strength, killing those who are too weak to best him. His least favoirte thing in the world is weakness. Favourite Quote: Mocking, evil laughter. "Are you stupid?" "Is that it?" "You can be my slave or die...it's your choice." Personality: Xion is self-absorbed and cocky, he is aristocratic and arrogant. He is cultured, refined, but brutal in a fight, always ready with a sharp-tongued remark. He is always ready to fight, but prefers to go at it alone, pushing others aside and never asking for help. His philosophy is that the strong fight alone, and die if weakness invades their heart.

[COLOR=Indigo]The land of Eberon is peaceful, ruled over by King Okomatsu. However, one day the King banishes his family from the castle and begins a reign of tyranny and terror, spreading fear and death across the land. It is up to the Queen, Prince, and Princess, along with the Royal Guard and any others they may meet, to stop the evil King and save the Kingdom. Standing in there way are vengeful rebels, fearsome monsters, the Royal Army, and the evil Captain Akamatsu, new leader of the military.[/COLOR] Here's what you need to do to enter. I need the Queen, Princess, Royal Guard, Love Interests for Prince and Princess, Captain Akamatsu, other bad guys, and other good guys. I will accept 1 other good person and 3 other bad people. THE FORM- Name: Be crative Race: Don't have to be too creative, but no Hobbits, Ronso, Guado, Al Bhed, other FF races, or other typical fantasy beings. Gender: One or the other Age: Appearance: Weapon: Techniques: 3 now, and several for later Using these drains your Magic, in the following way. Level One attacks drain 2, Level One boosts drain 1, Level One healing drain 1, Level Two drain 4, Level 3 drain 8 Level Four drain 15, and Level 5 drain 30 Mission: Personality: Post a Bio if you want to. You also need to divvy up 50 points between the following areas, to be improved later. Strength: Stronger you are, the more you hurt things Defense: Higher, the tougher Speed: Move master, dodge more Intelligence: Stretgy is the forte, also used in leveling up magic Magic: Use powerful attacks Every time your magic goes up 5, you get another one of your techniques. I will inform of how much EXP each baddy is worth, and you can increase your stats with it. Here's mine. Name: Prince Taro Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 18 Appearance: Tall and statuesque, he looks every bit a prince. Has clear blue eyes and dark, thick brown hair with long bangs. Wears a thick black cloak obscuring his appearance, under it wearing a black tank-top and baggy dark blue pants. Weapon: Katana Techniques: Dark Star Blade-charges blade with holy Darkness-based energy God's Own Strenght-Increases power by using Holy Energy; raises Strength and Defense by +1 each time Shadow of Royalty-Summons two dopplegangers with half his stats each Mission: To stop his mad father from destroying the Kingdom Personality: Taro is quiet and distant, preferring not to talk to anyone. He is bitter and cold, now living only to stop his father. Strength: 12 Defense: 7 Speed: 9 Intelligence: 11 Magic: 11 Enjoy!

With a powerful swing of the tail, Godzilla knocked Mecha-Godzilla to the ground, and unconcious. He stopped and sniffed the air. Trouble was brewing, and a powerful presence was in the area. Several, even. He turned his head to the location that the majority of the power was coming from. He sensed conflict. Moving with slow determination, it left the fallen foe behind and headed off to face the new energies, the new forces. It eventually found them. Two beings were standing off, a large Wolf and a human, or so it looked. But there was great power coming from both, and two others near by. This would be a battle to remember.

Tao sat in the lotus position on the floor, deep in meditation. Thanks to his business as assassin, he made some good money, and was able to afford a fairly acceptable house. At least it wasn't worthy of condemning, like so many in the world. Then his peace was shattered. The sound of marching feet and rolling tanks moved by, bringing him out of his peaceful, centered state. 'Bastards,' he thought. He got up and grabbed his sword, then his 45. He slipped the weapons into his belt, and also snatched up the dart gun, this time loaded with Stonefish venom instead of tranquilizer. He moved to the roof, swiftly and quietly, and took aim, firing off into the crowd of soldiers. A cry of alarm went up, and Tao heard the sound of a body falling. He moved back behind the ventilation-thing. He reached his hand around and shot a dart, not caring what it hit. More cries, so he must've hit someone. He grabbed a grenade from the basket at his feet. As he picked it up, he thought, 'I'm running out.' The small explosive flew into the ranks and exploded, killing several he suspected. Today would be a fun day, if he wasn't caught.

It was a girl, standing next to Xion. "Daaaaamn," said Xion, surveying the scene from behind red-lense shades. "Xi, what kind of party did you take me to!?" snarled the girl. She was a pretty blonde, but obviously not a dumb blonde. "Uh..." Xion stammered. The girl had fire in her eyes and Xion was obviously in a tight spot. "Well?" she growled. "Uh, Paige, babe, I didn't know, honestly! I just thought it was another party," he said, laughing weakly. "Smokey, calm down!" yelled Shinmaru. Paige's eye twitched. "There's a man at this party named SMOKEY!?" Then Manic piped in. "He held it. He's a recovering drug addict." Xion blanched and stared at Manic, shocked and betrayed. "YOU BROUGHT ME TO A PARTY HELD BY A RECOVERING DRUG ADDICT NAMED SMOKEY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! ARE YOU F***ING INSANE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" "Um, yes?" Paige narrowed her hazel eyes, the deep brown blazing. "One more chance, Xion," she hissed. "One more, and then we're through." "B..but...Paige...baby...please...I...I..." Xion stammered. "I'm leaving. And you owe me." And with that, Paige turned and left. Xion stood, stunned, for a while, until he whirled on Manic, eyes shooting blazing daggers. "MANIC!!! IF SHE DUMPS ME I'LL F***ING KILL YOU YOU SON OF A *****!!!!!!" Xion lunged for the foot-tied student until... OOC: Just adding a new plot element, here.

As in so many cheesy Japanese movies, Godzilla rampaged through the streets. Except this time, instead of terrorizing Tokyo and being several stories tall, he was terrorizing Otaku Lake and was a much more managable 6'. The former Tao let loose a blast of radioactive energy from his fang-lined maw, carving a deep chasm in the street. It roared ferociously and put its arm through the hood of a car, gripping the engine and ripping it out. The radioactive Dino chucked the engine across the street, shattering a store window. With a smack of the tail, a lightpost was brought crashing to the ground, bringing a large ape with it. Godzilla turned and faced his one-time adversary, the equally legendary...King Kong. The ape pounded on its broad chest and let out a primal scream. Godzilla met it with another loud roar. The dino's back spikes glowed bright before the Godzilla fired another radioactive blast. The monkey was sent flying into another building, crashing through the wall. The victorious Godzilla bellowed in pride, and moved in to finish the kill. But Kong was ready. The Great Ape swung out, bashing Godzilla in the face. The reptile stumbled back and K.K. plowed in with a flurry of flailing fists. Godzilla, irritated by the display, swung out with its own arm, raking Kong's chest. Blood dripped down and matted the fur. The hairy beast screeched in pain. Godzilla, taking the moment, charged up a blast full power, and sent the wounded mammal crashing back into the building, smashing several eggs, the rest being cooked by the radioactive energy. Satisfied with the victory, Godzilla turned its attention to another potential challenger. Robo-Godzilla.

Tenkazu looked at his sister, Clesia, and his brother, Terren. They both looked kind of sad. "Sis, bro, we'll find mom and dad, alright?" Tenkazu said, concerned. Terren glared at him. "I don't need to be comforted, Ten." Tenkazu glared back at him. Sometimes, Terren could be such a jerk. "Yeah, totally," said Clesia. His sister wasn't much better. The group moved through a clearing, coming across a big space. A loud rumbling began to fill the area, and an arena rose up from the ground. "Well, if it isn't the poor saps who lost their mommies and daddies!" yelled a voice. The group looked to the sound of the voice, to see a tall, skinny man climbing into one of the duel-stations. He was thin and has huge, bulging eyes. "The name's Skull, and I'm the Zombie Duelist." "Hey! My dad told me about you!" yelled Joey. "Your dad?" asked Skull. "I don't think...oh, yeah. You must be Wheeler's brat. No, he faced my brother, Bones. So, you wanna duel me? Keep up the family legacy?" "How about I duel you?" asked Tenkazu. "You bug-ugly freak!" "Step into the ring, brat!" snarled Skull. "I'll trounce you! I offer up 2 Star Chips if you win." "Done," said Tenkazu. He jumped into the ring and the platfrom rose up. Skull looked through his deck. "For my deckmaster, I'll choose Pumpking, King of Ghosts!" The huge, orange monstrosity rose up in a new space on the field, the deckmaster zone. "And for my deckmaster," said Tenkazu. "I pick Wingweaver!" The graceful pink angel rose up in Tenkazu's deckmaster zone. "Let's duel!" the two chorused. "I'll go first," said Tenkazu, drawing. "And for my first move, I place one monster face down in defense mode, and play three cards face-down (m/t)." The four cards appeared on the field. "Your turn, ugly." "Shut up! I play Master Kyonshee and one card face down." The zombie warrior appeared on the field, his sword hovering around him. "Attack, Kyonshee!" With a fling of its hand, the zombie sent the blade flying at the face-down monster. It struck, but was deflected, and the card was revealed to be a Mystical Elf. "You attacked my defense monster, Mystical Elf! That means you lose 250 LP and drop to 3750!" Skull snarled as the counter signaled his LP drop. "My move," said Tenkazu, drawing. "I play another monster in defense mode, and then activate my deckmaster's ability (do we get to make these up?), which means that every time you lose LP, I gain the same number, raising my LP to 4250. Your move." "Fine. I set one monster, then attack with Kyonshee!" The zombie warrior lashed out again. "Hah! You've activated my face down monster!" said Tenkazu. "No, I destroyed your Elf!" cackled Skull. "What!?" It was true. Kyonshee's blade cut through the Elf's chest, and the monster exploded into pixels. "How?" asked Tenkazu. "My deckmaster's ability. If I play a zombie, the next turn I can boost it's attack by 300, raising Kyonshee's attack to 2050! And now, I know not to attack that face down card, since it's probably an effect monster." "Tenkazu!" yelled Terren. "You idiot, think for once!" "Shut up Terren," growled Tenkazu. He drew his next card. "I play Card Destruction, allowing me to discard my hand and redraw the same number of cards." Tenkazu smiled when he saw his next cards. "And I now play Hysteric Fairy!" The stuffy-looking fariy rose up in the space. "Your turn, Skull!" "You idiot, my Kyonshee outranks your Fairy easily! Now you die!" "You've played right into my hands, Skull! I activate my trap card, Enchanted Javelin! That means my LP goes up by 2050, to 6300!" "So what? You still lose your fairy!" The blade cut through the fairy, who exploded just like the elf. Tenkazu's LP dropped to 6050. "Your move, kid!" Tenkazu drew his next card, and burst out laughing. "What's so funny!?" asked Skull. "Oh, just that, you're doomed now. Since I drew my mighty card, Wingweaver!" "But, your Wingweaver is on the field!" "Duh, I have two! Now, fall, as Wingweaver strikes!" The second Wingweaver appeared on the field, and shot a blast of energy through Kyonshee, obliterating it. "You lose 700 LP, and I gain 700 LP." Tenkazu-6750/Skull-3050 "Your move, Skull." Skull grumbled and drew. "I play one card face down and end my turn." Tenkazu grinned, and drew. Then, he started to laugh again. "Not another Wingweaver!?" moaned Skull. "No. Better. My great Moisture Creature!" The orb of plasmic energy burst up from the field right next to Wingweaver. "Wingweaver, attack his face down monster!" Wingweaver destroyed the pathetic Clown Zombie. "Now, strike him, Moisture Creature!" The orb glowed bright, and shot a huge beam of plasma right at Skull. The attack struck head on. Tenkazu-9550/Skull-250 "You've got one turn left, Skull. So, any last words?" "Yeah. DIE! I play Master Kyonshee and equip it wth Megamorph, raising its ATK to 3500! Attack!" The zombie warrior shot its blade at Wingweaver, but the angel was suddenly surrounded by spiky armor, and the blade and master were destroyed. "NO!!!!!!" bellowed Skull. "I activated Sakuretsu Armor, which states that when an opponent's monster attacks, you destroy that monster! And since your turn is pretty much over, I'll obliterate you with Wingweaver!" The angel charged the beam for a moment, then fired. The blast engulfed Skull's field, and his LP counter dropped. Tenkazu-12300/Skull- -2500 "Two Star Chips, please," said the smirking Tenkazu. A platform flipped over on Skull's side, and the Star Chips were transported to Tenkazu. "Oh yeah! Just 13 more!" How was that for an opening duel, huh?

Name: Tenkazu Devlin Age: 15 Parent(s): Duke and Tea Favorite Card: Wingweaver (1 of 2) Bio: Tenkazu inherited his father's confidence and cockiness, not to mention talent and brilliance, and his mother's affinity for light monsters. He identifies more with his dad, since he's often embarassed by his mother's 'friendship' stuff. He has always been a pretty good duelist, and is good at Dungeon Dice Monsters as well. Unlike his siblings, he's not very competative, but only because he [i]knows[/i] he's better than everyone else. He doesn't need to challange them. Apperance: Tenkazu looks like his dad, but with brown hair and blue eyes. He wears dark colored t-shirts, jeans, and a black baseball cap. In fact, that's all he ever wears. Millennium Item: Millennium Shuriken This good?

Tao scanned the store, looking for a good in-cognito costume. He ran a mental checklist. 'Vampire, no...Spiderman, too juvenile...Batman, the same...Queer Eye, hell no...Gorilla, too common...Demon, not in a thousand life-times.' Then he found one he liked. The perfect costume for hiding amongst the shadows and tracking down any supernatural beings. Plus, he just liked it. Godzilla. Not the new, CGI Godzilla, but the classic, rubber-suit, Mothra-fighting Godzilla. The Godzilla Tao had known and loved for so many years of his childhood. He grabbed the foam-rubber suit, a dull green, that looked so much like the suit used in the original movies it was scary. It was just his size, too. He walked over to the counter. "Ah, you wish to purchase Godzilla, eh?" said the woman. "That is a rare choice, now adays. The old ones are the best, in my opinion." "I agree entirely," said Tao, smiling. "How much, then?" "Ten dollars, even." Tao stared for a moment, his demon-hunter instincts warning him of a trap. But he ignored it somewhat, handing over the money. "I hope you have a happy Halloween, sir," "Thanks," said Tao, a little distant. 'Could it be a trap? Or am I just so far gone that a good deal strikes me as a plot against my life. I need to get out more.' He sighed. OOC: Excellent idea, Xander. Bloody brilliant.

"A party? Nice!" said Xion, walking out of his room. He then took a look at Cela. "Hell-[B]o[/B] gorgeous!" he then saw Valerie. "My, what lovely tennants we got, eh Manic?" he knudged Manic in the ribs. "I mean, first Ayumi, now these two, who's next?" Ayumi, Smokey, and most of all Manic groaned at Xion's appearance. Having lived in Maison Otaku long enough to have a full conversation with him, had taken to dreading his appearences in the outside world. It was a bit of a mystery to what he was doing in his room most of the time, but from the insane cackling, they all assumed it was planning world domination and the murder of George Bush. "So, what's your name, o' beautious one?" he said, quickly taking Cela's hand and kissing the back of it, in a rather gentlemanly fashion. She snatched it back, looking a bit annoyed. "My name is Celestrial Duvet, and I'm the new building manager. I would prefer if you called me Cela. AND kept your hands to yourself." "Right, right," said Xion, preparing to abuse sarcasm. "I was just trying to be a gentleman, but I can take a hint. *coughfeministpsychocough*." "What was that, mister..." "Megalomana. Xion Megalomana, your resident genius and self-assured smartass." He took a sweeping bow. "Always at your service, Ms. Duvet." He turned to the other tennants. "So, when's the party?" "Party?" asked another from off-stage. OOC: Hope you enjoyed meeting my character.