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Kenshin gulped. He had really gone and done it this time. He would do anything to get out of this situation.

'Surrender, or die!!!'

Okay, anything except for that.

'NEVER!!!' Kenshin screamed. He threw up a rude hand gesture, slid his immense katana out of it's sheath and braced himself as an entire undead army descended upon him like a plague of locusts. If not for his superhuman agility, he would be long gone by now. He dodged a swipe from a set of rotting claws, kicked one of the undead in the stomach, jumped and used it as a springboard, went flying into the air and came hurtling back down with an immense sonic boom, sending bodies flying everywhere. He got out of his crouched position and looked around.
'Wow, gone? Was it really that eas-' he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and everything went black.

Kenshin awoke in a small, plain room. He had no idea where he was, what had happened, how he had got here, why he was here, or how long he had been knocked out for.
He reached down to grasp his sword, and found that it had been taken.
'Damn! Nobody touches her... whoever these people are, they will pay...'
Although he knew that it was gone, he reached over his back to see if he had the sword that Sid had given him.
'Nope, that's gone too. On the subject of Sid, I hope he's okay... if those... people... whoever they are... have lain a finger on him...'
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
'What?' said Kenshin tiredly.
A strange, unclean little man shuffled in holding a plate of dry breadcrusts and a cracked glass of dirty water. He put them on the floor, closed the door and locked it with a *click*.
Kenshin sat in the corner of the room.
'What has happened...'

Kenshin suddenly remembered that he could talk to his brother through their mental link, and he scolded himself for forgetting.
He reached accross the link to touch his brother's mind, and he was repelled by a burning rage.
'What the hell...?'
He tried again, this time more slowly. He got a little further, but the burning sensation came back again and started trying to assault his mind.
'I hope he isn't in trouble...'
'SID!!!!!!' he screamed down the mental link.
No answer.
'SIIIDDDD!!!!!!'
Still no answer.
'BROTHER!!! ARE YOU ALIVE???!'
A deafening roar came rumbling down the mental link, so aggressive and overpowering that Kenshin had to block it off.
'Oh no... the last time that happened... he was... transforming... I have to get out of here!'

OOC: Sorry Silver... I totally forgot about this... >.<

IC: Angel was silent for a long time, quietly listening to Silver's and her own breathing. She was thinking, like she was often doing. "That is assuming the fact that I can go back..." She said in a near whisper. She moved her wings slightly, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

OOC:
I agree with Silv.

IC:
"Sid, are you alright?" I asked as his eyes snapped back open. The sword in the leather sheath on my left hip touched the ground as I kneeled down. I looked up at my mate,"Can you do anything, Ravon? You power in healing is stronger than mine." my said, he shook his head,"No, I don't know what ails him, but I won't ask him. I can sense that what ails him is a secret that he would rather not be common knowledge." he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Ravon's back was starting to hurt badly. The scar throbbed with pain. He groaned inwardly and nearly collapsed, but grabbed onto a low tree limb and steadied himself.

OOC: I agree we shouldn't use TV or Video game characters.

IC: When I arravied the battle had already begun. Tanks and Planes were already firing and people ran across the streets shooting at each other. I grabbed my K-80 and jumped behind a totaled car. I stood up and fired at two soldiers. I hit one many times in the chest and the other jumped back. Before he could throw a gernade at me one a fellow soldier shot him in the chest.

OOC:
Doesn't really matter, just drop in where you want.

I turned to Victor and Ravon,"Let's go kick some enemy butt." I said, and shifted to a dragon. My silverish blue scales shimmered in the sun. I beckoned my companions to mount the leather saddle built for two people on my back. I crouched down so that it would be less effort for them to climb up. I looked at Victor. You may use your own flying abilities, I won't stop you. Though you might want to preserve energy for the fight and ride me, your choice. I said as Ravon settled in the seat closest to my head. He gripped the ivory spike in front of him tightly, as if he were in pain and fighting the urge to yelp. I turned my neck around until I could touch him with my snout. Ravon, what ails you? Surely with your healing skills, you can stop it. I said to him alone. He looked into my amber eyes, his eyes filled with pain. I can't. There was a spell caster among Ryan's ranks, he's the one that tortured me. Weak though he was, the damage he delt was amazing. A single scar remains on my back that absolutely refuses to heal, because it was delt by a magic sword. Though it has a bonus. Whenever the spell caster or Ryan is planning something bad, the weal on my back pains me something ferocious. Like now. Whatever Ryan and that spell caster are panning is bad, very bad. he said. I nuzzled his shoulder. I could heal it with a special sentence of power, but I won't. We might need this advantage later. Muscle through the pain my love, you have before. I said, then turned back around. I saw a young teenager staring at me, she was trembling in fear. She couldn't of been any older than 15 or 16. I gently touched her mind. Little one, why do you tremble in fear of me? I said. She jerked her head around, looking for the source of the voice. She rested her gaze on me again. Was that you that spoke? she said, I nodded. My name is Sellia, and I tremble because my parents told me that all dragons were evil. she said. My eyes held a certain sparkle in them. Do I look evil to you? I asked. She stepped forward closer to me. No, you look beautiful and good, not one ounce of evil in your body. she said. Come little one, climb in front of Ravon. I sense that you could be a great swords woman with some training. I said. Sellia stepped onto my foreleg and mounted in front of Ravon. He wrapped an arm securely around her to make sure that she didn't fall.

OOC:
I'd give you a summary, but I stink at that type of thing, sorry.

Ryan stoped he stared at the man that has a sword to his throat. Soliders that were around him went to attack the man, but Ryan ordered them to stop.
"So, I Dictator of America should trust you? Your offer is tempting though I have plans, great plants to conqure this world. Yes, I suppose I will join my forces with yours." Ryan said. Though he did agree with the allince he would also keep a close eye on Rezekiel.

I watched as Swinny destroy a bunch of enemies. I was glad that he was on our side. I ran forward and threw a gernade at a tank. It blew up only slightly injuring that tank. I ducked for cover as it fired at me. I loaded metal peircing rounds into my K-80 and fired. I hit the tank's engines and it blew up sending peices everywhere.

"Swinny" A Voice said behind me "Nice to see you again. If your wondering how I found you don't worry, it's hard to miss a Tank blowing up with out a shot being fired at it" I knew that voice, it belonged to someone I didn't want to see today, or ever for that mater...What do you want Devlin? A wing? Maybe my tail? Or do you have an easy assignment and just need my hair? Just remember that your going to have to fight me for anything you want from me The roar that issued forth from that challenge was heard and felt for miles around and shattered the windows and ear drums within 50 yards, because seeing Devlin the Dragon Slayer wasn't one of those things I had in mind for the next 30 years..."Oh hush you great oaf, I don't need anything from you and even if I did you wouldn't be able to stop me, we both know that Hahahaha" His laughter could have frozen the ocean solid and made a Nukeular winter seem warm "No, I'll be on my way shortly, In fact I can see that it is working already soon you'll be no larger than my arm and stuck as a Dragon, Hahahaha, can't have you blowing up too many tanks I may need them later. Well, I know you wont be able to reverse this nor stop it so I'll be on my way, by the time I'm around the corner you should be shrunk and able to move too. Not that it's of any concern to me" Devlin Walked away and the walls began to grow leaving me to think of how I'm going to live though this

OOC .::. just want to know if you guys are gonna want to continue this...

OOC:
I'm okay with it.

OOC:Sure, I'm game!

Name: Heron

Age: 12

Eyes: Brown

Hair: short Color: Dark brown

Height: 5'01"

Weapons: bone handled butterfly knife, 40 cal.pistol, Broadsword

Race: Half-Elf

Likes: stuff

Dislikes: The Voice (read early posts)

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rat

Extra abnormal physical traits?:Lightning and Fire

Tail?: Nope

Wings?: Nope

Horns?: Nope

Clothes: worn brown Jacket , Worn green shirt , worn Jeans ,and worn running shoes

Name:
Eldunira

Full Name:
Eldunira Lariza

Age:
Unknown, but is thought to be around 5000. Looks to be in her teens.

Height:
5'3" as a human, Diclonius, elf, demon, and shade. (my actual height)

Hair:
As a human, elf, and demon her hair is brunette with a golden shimmer that goes to mid-back. As a Diclonius, her hair is flaming red, and shoulder length.

Eyes:
Golden amber eyes that stay the same color no matter what form she's in.

Race:
Depends, can shape shift to any race she wishes at any time.

Likes:
Nature, friendship, her mate.

Dislikes:
People that try to boast their abilities, people that insult her, or her friends, but most of all, she dislikes people that intend to harm her, her friends, or her beloved mate.

Chinese Zodiac Sign:
Taurus

Tail?:
Depends on form.

Wings?:
Depends on form.

Horns?:
Depends on form.

Weapons:
As a human, Shade, and elf, she's got her blade, her daggers, and her powerful magic. As a Diclonius, she's got her vectors. As a Demon, she's got her devil arm and the Demon Langauge.

Extra Abnormal Physical Traits?:
Depends on form.

History:
Unknown to everyone but herself and her mate.

Person(s) Closest To Her Heart:
Ravon Maroku, her beloved mate.

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Name:
Ravon

Full Name:
Ravon Maroku

Age:
Unknown, but is thought to be around 6 or 7000. Looks in his early twentys.

Height:
6'2"

Hair:
A deep, rich, chocolate brown that hangs in his eyes a lot. Really short.

Eyes:
A sparkling blue that seems to peer into your soul, and makes you weak in the knees if you look to long.

Race:
Full blooded elf.

Likes:
Nature, music, friendship, his mate.

Dislikes:
Show-offs, people that seek to harm him, his friends, or his beloved mate.

Chinese Zodiac Sign:
Taurus

Tail?:
None

Wings?:
Great white angel wings that sprout from his back. He can make them invisible to the eye, but when he shows them, they usually blind people from the shocking whiteness of his wings, especially if he's in the sun and they reflect the suns rays.

Horns?:
None

Weapons:
A long blade that's twice as long as his arm, which is three feet, so the blade is six feet. It lays in a leather sheath on his left hip, waiting to taste blood along it's edge.

Extra Abnormal Physical Traits?:
Extraordinary capability with healing magic.

History:
No one but himself and his mate know.

Person(s) Closest To His Heart:
Eldunira Lariza, his beloved mate.

OOC:
A small forewarning, I might not be able to respond as much as I would like, so if I don't respond within a day and a half to a question you asked me, just gm them and have them answer how you think they would answer.

Cripes! are we restarting??

hmmmm . . . will we have to make new characters also?

Alright, if the character I'm about to post crosses any lines, then, you know, tell me, and I'll post one of my WoW chars, or something. Anyways, I read the first post in this thread, and I got the idea from Silver's quote, and I saw the word 'yourself' and it game me an idea, so here goes.

Name: Blake (as himself!)

Full Name: Blake Burns

Age: 14

Height: 5'11"

Hair: Dark brown, and very shaggy

Eyes: Brown

Race: Human (Well, gee..)

Physical notes: A bit on the chubby side, and has glasses. He's wearing faded jeans, a thin green hoodie that says 'Ireland', a t-shirt under it with a hand making a peace sign. His shoes are Converse hi-tops with dice rolling along the sides.

History: He's 14, not much history for him.

hmmm i think im going to stick with my character i had before. should i repost deh bio?

Name: Drake

Age: 16

Height: 6 ft

Hair: short and dark brown, nearly black.

eyes: brown

race: human

weapons: hand-and-a-half sword inherited from father. (yes i do have a sword that my father gave me lol) and a sniper rifle strapped to the back(from the previous thing). the medallion also counts as a weapon, just something to add spice to what i can fight with.

physical notes: Big. Not fat but not skinny and slightly muscular. Wears baggy camo jeans, a black shirt and has a black cloak along with the medallion with the red crystal in the center.

history: psh boring. lol

animal companions: Exsequiae, a little hatchling dragon that simply guides me through the curse of the medallion.

i think thats it.

So, uhh.. Are we waiting for something?

*Shrug* I think you're supposed to set up the scene, not sure though.. Silver?

OOC: That's fine with me. I'm gonna let the plot get started before I start.

OOC: I suppose first-person would be appropriate since I'm playing me. I've never written like this.

BIC:
I was mouthing the words of the song I was listening to while drumming on my desk to the beat. I looked over to my clock, it was Eleven, I was staying up late as usual. Then again, it was Saturday. I was on my computer surfing the web, typing, whatever. I happened to notice that one of my nifty little Vista gadgets told me that night was a full moon. I looked out the shades and saw the full moon, but after awhile, what I saw looked strange. I usually see a few bright white lights off in the distance from the other houses. Strangely, there were none, nor were there buildings. At least, not the buildings I'm familliar with, I saw a large house off in the distance across a large moonlit field. I blinked and opened the window and a immediatly started to shiver, which was strange, because it was warmer earlier that night. I reached out of the window, a bit too far, because I lost my balance and tumbled out. Instead of landing on the cement walkway that was right under my windowsil, I hit the cold, hard dirt. Lucky I still have my clothes on.

I stood up and brushed myself off, curiousity drove me forward towards the big house. I realised that I was surrounded by a wood, and the house was in fact a manor. It looked to me like some sort of Southern plantation.. from 1790. Once I got closer I moved more towards the trees, thinking they might provide me some cover.

OOC:
Popping in. Haven't checked this thread in a while.

IC:
I watched the figure approach the trees. My heavily black coat rippled as I stepped into the moons light. My fangs were bared, my lips peeled back to reveal a row of white teeth. My amber eyes were glued to his as I snarled. I knew he meant me no harm, maybe. I just wanted to see if I could trust him. I motioned Ravon back with a flick of my tail. I could sense Sellia grasping the sword strapped to her back. My coat rippled slightly as I took a step forward, still snarling heavily. My nose twitched, my fangs disappeared as I stopped snarling. I cocked my head to the side, as if listening. And indeed I was. The plan was, if anyone came toward us, I would confront them and see if they were trust worthy. If they were, I gave Ravon the signal to call my "dog" name. I would return to his side and act like his pet wolf that was protecting him and his teenage daughter (Sellia). It worked everytime. I heard a sharp whistle and a deep voice calling,"Delilah, come!" that was my cue. I spun around and ran to my "master" as fast as I could. I laid down at his side, watching the stranger carefully. Ravon smiled apologetically,"Sorry about that. My pet wolf, Delilah, is very fond of me and my daughter, so she literally attacks anyone she sees coming our way, unless I say it's okay." He petted me on the head, to which I responded by closing my eyes, nuzzling his hand affectionately, and thumping my tail on the ground. Ravon looked up and met the strangers eyes,"My name is Ravon, my daughter here is Sellia." he said, placing a hand on Sellia's shoulder. I noticed she had taken her sword off her back and hidden it under the blanket. Good. No one needed to know she was a black belt in karate and swordsmanship. Sellia smiled in a friendly manner. Ravon motioned to the other side of the fire,"Please, sit. I have some coffee or hot chocolate that I could make up. And a spare blanket that you could drape over your shoulders. You must be freezing." I growled protectively when Ravon mentioned sitting, to suggest that I was much smarter than I looked. Ravon stroked my fur,"Easy Delilah, I say it's okay if this nice man comes to sit with us." he said soothingly. I stopped growling, but hesitantly, but another soothing word from Ravon and I stopped intirely. I laid my head in his lap, he set a hand on my head. How am I doing, Eldunira? he asked me. Your doing great, Ravon. Sellia, too. If he proves as trust worthy as we think, I'll shift in front of him, I responded.

OOC:
Yikes. That was completely random.

OOC: oh boy. lets see how bad i mess this up. LOL

IC: The road was long and tiring as I wandered through the night, my small but beautiful dragon companion Exsequiae walking beside me, watching the road ahead as we walked. She had grown up to the size of a large dog and she was still growing quickly.

I pulled my cloak up tighter against me briefly to restore a small amount of warmth. The chill didnt bother me though and i could thank my Viking ancestors for that trait. But what did bother me was lights growing brighter on the road until they showed as headlights. I heard the deep rumbling of the vehicle's engine also. 'Get off the road.' Exsequiae's voice echoed in my mind. Just before the headlights would've revealed us, we jumped off the road and into the thick forest cover just as a large truck passed by, the open back hauling sacks of a large size. Once the truck dissapeared again, we stepped back onto the road. 'Those sacks are large enough to carry bodies in.' Exsequiae said to me. 'Indeed. They were rather questionable.' i replied to her. Then i pulled back up my cloak's hood to cover my eyes and we continued on our way down the road.

I saw the shape of a house just down the end of the road after fifteen more minutes of walking. My medallion glowed red. 'I sense several presences ahead.' Exsequiae said to me. 'Step with caution.' 'I havent seen any face in awhile. Maybe i can finally return to civilization.' i replied as we continued walking to the house. For caution though, i put my hand on my sword hilt that was on my hip.

When Miguel was done talking, Victor nodded and leaned back against the wall, waiting for the sun to rise and the people of the house to wake up.

Miguel ran in the direction of the cementary. He looked over to the horizon. It seemed gray. The sun was about to start rising. He had to hurry up. Suddenly he came upon a wolf and two other people. They introduced themselves, but he had no time for this. Ignoring them, he ran past. Sprinting faster, he finally reached his destination. He ran through every aisle of tombstones, finally finding his mothers. He caressed the earth around the grave for a moment, dampening it slightly with his tears. Then, he started digging with nothing but his hands as fast as he could. A tip of orange rose over the horizon. Miguel dug faster. After a few more minutes, he was finally able to finish. He jumped inside and grabbed the coffin, then threw it out. He did not bother to put the dirt back in the grave. Grabbing the coffin once more, he ran towards the farthest hill he could see. Looking around, he started to dig once more. When he was finished, he put the coffin inside and covered it up once more. He had dug the grave right on a spot where beatiful wild flowers grew. Now the grave was surrounded with them. He looked around and found a large stone. It nearly covered the grave when he placed it on top of it. Finally, the sun rose completely. This high hill was beatiful. You could see everything in the plain below, which was surrounded by tall mountatins and hills. From this spot, he could see the mansion which would soon become ashes.

Finally, Victor could hear people start to wake up. He jumped up on one of the trees, then to a small balcony by a window. From there, he peered in through the window to see who was inside. It was Ana, he could tell from Miguel's description. On her bed was a wedding dress. She was looking at it rather sadly. Then a bunch of other girls came in with big smiles on their faces, and they hugged Ana. Then they started to help her in the dress. Victor sighed and climbed up on the roof. That was all he needed to see. The wedding was today. He took out two papers from his pocket and started writing. He folded each up and put them back in his pocket, then looked up at the beatiful landscape, golden with the rising sun. He looked around to make sure no one was outside, then jumped back down and gathered some flowers. He wondered what Miguel was doing. Sighing, he ran towards a tree on a separate hill and waited. The ceremony was apparently somewhere in town, because the whole family left then didn't come back until quite a while later.

From the distant hill, Miguel could see a long group of people coming back towards the house. Everything was ready. Victor had told him the wedding was today, but the sight of the wedding guests coming still hurt him, because now he knew for sure that Ana was married. Everything was set up on the huge yard beside the lake. Flames seemed to roil in his blood as the procession positioned themselves in the chairs that were set up. Ana and Daniel walked towards a raised platform made of marble. He took out binoculars. He wanted to see Ana's face up close. They took hold of each other as the music started, and they started to dance. After the first few words of the song were sung, however, Ana stopped, her face troubled. He saw her speak to Daniel, who shrugged, not knowing what was going on. This was the song Miguel had danced to with her when they had been younger. After a while, they started to dance again, but her face still seemed troubled. Then, a minute later, a bouquet of flowers was delivered by a small man right to her, in the middle of the dance. Miguel quickly stuffed the binoculars down his pocket and ran closer. While everyone was looking at the Ana, he quickly sunk down into the lake and swam underwater to the shore closest to Ana. From there, he peeked his nose and eyes out a tiny little bit, beneath a toadstool. He could see Ana take the note from the flowers. She started reading it out loud: "Read this note out loud. From the tomb of Marlyn, we wish you a happy wedding." Ana stared at the note, unbelieving. Then tears started to come out of her eyes. "What is this?! Who sent this note?! She was like my second mother after my real one died! Tell me who sent it, please! This can't be true, it can't be true!... No, no, no..." He looked at Amira. She was surprised, but even then he could see the evil she had veiled from the Elmar family.

Victor observed everything from the roof. When he saw that Ana had already read the note, he jumped down and walked calmly towards everyone. He drew his sword, and in the center of the part of the grounds were everyone was gathered, he plunged his sword into the ground. Everyone stared at him as cracks started to appear on the ground. Then a huge sound made everyone looks towards the mansion. It had been blasted apart completely. Flames covered every inch of the fallen parts of the house, and merely seconds after the explosion the last wall fell down. The flames started to spread throughout the grass and all the guests ran away in panic. The only ones left were the Elmar family, Amira, Daniel, and Ana. Amira came up to Victor. "What the hell did you just do?" she asked. Victor shrugged, resisting the urge to make her even more mad. "Ask him," he said, pointing to Miguel, who was now stepping out of the lake.

Miguel stood right in front of Amira's face, his own looking hard and set as a weathered stone. "When I came back to my homeland and saw that because of you my mother was dead, I swore to her grave that you would pay ten times for every tear that I shed, and all the ones the rest of this bastard family didn't and should have, considering all the things they did for you." Amira stared at him. She could never have guessed he would come back like this. Everyone thought him dead. She regained her composure immediately. "Why should we care for a simple cook?" she asked, with nods from the rest of the family. The house continued to burn, and the flames continued to spread. Ana merely stared at Miguel, tears coming down fast from her eyes. Then, slowly, she walked towards him, with a look of hate back at her own family. Daniel snarled and drew her back. "You're my wife and you'll stay with me," he growled. She struggled, but he did not let go. Miguel lost control and grabbed her, pulling her from his grip. Then he kicked him in the face, sending him flying back. He fell into the burning remains of the house. He quickly jumped off of them and removed his burning jacket. His jump had been too high for it to be that of a normal human. "Damn it," he said. Amira laughed. "Your plan ends here," she said. Ana's two brothers and father both jumped on him and Victor, and here they would settle this.