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Xeios You WANKER!         Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Tales'a eyes flashed again but this time a thin grey color enveloped them. a strong wind entered the bar, carrying in loads of water, dousing the flames in the bar, but more importantly the wind swept Rososivi and Anrai into the air, pulling them farther apart than normal melee distance. She kicked the guard running towards her in the crotch then shoved him onto the ground with a stern push. She walked over to Rososivi and planted a powerful kick at the guard attempting to impale him, throwinghim to the ground also. As of now, the wall was out and Talea stood with her arms crossed and a stern look on her face.
"Boys, you're grounded. Five minutes in time out." It was oddly motherly of Talea, her probably being the youngest here, by her reckoning at least, and the fact that she was holding both men in a perfect wind cyclone. Though, they were not spinning, just floating in one place helpless. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Mortimer covered his eyes from the blinding light. He smiled and stroked his head lightly. At the top of his lungs he burst forth a question that has been brought onto this earth many a time.
"If a tree falls in a forest, and no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?" Unbeknownest to the two battlers, if they are caught in adible range of this attack, which both are, they'll be forced into quiet contemplation for one full turn, in which Mortimer would have free action. A retort is the only way to reflect this attack back at Mortimer. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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Name: Alexander Cross Alias: Father Age: Unknown Physical Age: 73 Race:Human Abilities: The ability to see the future a month before it comes if he tries. Possibly longer than that. Weapons: Cane Sword. Specialization: Sword skills. Physical Appearance: A straggly haired old man, appears to be an average beggar with a tattered wooden cane. He has ice blue eyes, white hair, distinguishing wrinkles, a very wise old man type appearance. Background: He travels from place to place on very little reading the future and deciding which influences can cause the most destructive force to the planet. Then attempting to change the future and remove that force from power. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| A waterfall cascaded down the crystal slope. Shining in colors of red, green, and yellow. Intermittantly being interrupted by the white light from a nearby vehicle. A figure was sitting in an old wooden chair, legs outstretched onto the also wooden table before him. His weather worn brown leather boots dripped lightly onto the table. It was a terrible rain, and appeared as if it would not let up any time soon. His head was cocked to the side, revealing his eyes as their natural shade of hazel, almost amber in appearance. His straight black hair fell in strands onto his soaked face and collar. At the door was his overcoat and hat, he hardly removed them from his body, but enjoyed the warmth that removing a wet coat left him. Outside others gathered around a storefront. With almost all-knowing eyes he winced seconds before the fateful crash of glass. Looters, they're all that's left in this damn city. The honest people, and the looters, robbing them of their honest lifestyle and locking them in the brutally honest truth that they'll amount to nothing here. Another family screwed over and another that will be forced to move off or die. The only sort of of justice in this town will be here hours from now, they're all sleeping on the job most likely.
"Cretins." The voice spoke rhaspily. The whiskey seems to have had a permanent effect on his voice. It was better to be this way, more detached than usual, his voice was descriptive of a loner. He shrugged off the feeling of disgust and took a swig of his favorite alcohol. Those men from before, the looters made off with their fair share of electronics. But they seemed dissatisfied, the man sitting alone knew that what they were missing was the blood, they have a violent tendency that's almost necessary. They'd take on the closest human being, for fun. Just so happened they chose this lone man. The goons looked over, dropped their stuff, and drew their guns. .9 millimeters, can't get get me. He thought with a joyful look on his face. The sound of gunfire was less dramatic from here, and the bullets hit the glass and crushed. Bulletproof. The man took this as all that was necessary as an invitation for his protection. He slid away from the table and drew his trusty side-arm, .457 Magnum, a beast of a gun. He slung his coat over his body in one fluid motion, and lifted his shoulder abruptly underneath his hat sending it into the air, and landing on his head. He straightened it quickly and drew it's brim before his eyes. He kicked open the door as the goons reloaded and let loose. The sound of the bullet exploding from the chamber resonated within the gun, sending the heated metal hurtling towards the man who decided to pick a fight with the wrong man. Drops of blood poured onto the ground after a moment's hesitation, and a hole a half inch wide was seen in the man's chest. His heart pumping to fill that gap, but of course to no avail. No human could patch up a wound on an artery that close to the heart. His death was vocalized through a series of gurgling. The bullet continued on, hitting another and blowing him to the ground, disabling his right shoulder and consequently his whole right arm. He'd be the only other to live this encounter. The other bullets resounded just as loudly from the 16 centimeter barrel of his choice weapon. Modern technology in guns gave him many more than six shots, his gun actually toted a massive 16 shots. However, he only needed six. That's the most he's ever been rumored to use in a single gunfight. He was a legendary gunman, one of high status, and of higher bounty. A grin spread across his face. "Remember the day you were struck by Lightning." A perfect white smile spread across his lips. He walked over and kicked the one he left alive, "Hear me boy?" He returned to his home, and put to rest his revolver. He wished he didn't need to be so rough, but he justified this by not using his token gun. A long-barrelled revolver made of perfectly shining platinum. A gun with an astounding amount of power behind each bullet. He placed too much time custumizing his power-house of a gun, and loved every minute. Lightning Jack Cloud, he longed for a time in which he could use his gun again. (Last edited by Xeios on 08-17-06 02:32 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Mortimer grinned.
"But isn't the ''Lord'' everywhere and nowhere at the same time? If it can even be said that it exists?" Mortimer threw his hand up and a club-like object appeared in it, a few seconds earlier he had muttered something intelligable. He swung and deflected the blow sent towards him, and attempted to bring his swing back and hit Jeremiah on the head. --Objective Clause- This is a sentance literally solidified into the subject of an objective clause Mortimer mutters under his breath. He then may use this object as a weapon to beat his foes into submission. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Happy Birthday Leon! Here's some candy...I found it on the ground...of the Playground...You can't have the red one, that's mine. But feel free to take the blue one! (Last edited by Xeios on 08-18-06 06:42 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| That basically means that all they have to do is get a warrant, because someone "might be a terrorist" and they can wire tap our phones again. I hat the legal system. But at least this halts them for a few weeks. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| I can't seem to find the appropriate thread so if it could be redirected there I'd be mucho pleased, but essentially my question is How do I get my background image to stop repeatin itself, and center itself like a good boy. I've been troubled with this for some time, but finally caved in and decided to ask.
And now that I think of it, more accurately position my text box. (Last edited by Xeios on 08-18-06 07:09 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Giar, I'm back. I was away on vacation for a week and I was waiting for notice on when the RP wopuld be up. Thank's for telling me Cairoi. Meanie.
Anyway, I'm probably be a big part of it eventually, at least in some part of the running of it. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Thank you very much for being extremely unhelpful.
Anyway, if anyone actually knows the solution to my problem, please post here. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Alexander entered the classroom to find than sadly enough, he was the first there, other than the teacher of course. He hung his hair in a very exaggerated despair. He threw his head back and grinned, throwing his hair out of his face. In his left had was a Zippo lighter, already lit and held underneath the american flag in the front of the room. He mentally noted that the flag was attached to a metal pole, so the fire wouldn't spread far. He glanced across the room and saw the smoke detector which he promptly moved to, stood on the desk under it, and used a simple pair of scissors to cut the wires that let the thing work. Basically removing the power source from the machine. He took a cozy seat by the window and tried to look innocent. His shaggy black hair was in his face, since he was stopped in the hallway and told to take of his hat. The olive colored trenchcoat he wore concealed all of the other things the school might find illegal. Mostly fireworks and chemicals.
His dark blue jeans were torn at the knees and other random spots, his large black combat boots underneath the pants tapped on the floor with glee. He stared at the fire, and his grin grew larger and larger by the second. His hand reached past his bright blue eyes and began to tug on the red tips of his hair. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| ooc- Xeios stood at the top of a tall tower. He stared out at the setting sun, his eyes scanned the area. There were many people bustling below. He came for them as a harbinger of their death. This place is meant to be struck with a blow of ultimate destruction. As the judge of souls, Xeios saw the future of these people, and knew most of their lives would end tonight. This massive cityscape would be a playground for him and...an old friend. Light hit Xeios' bright yellow eyes. The last light of the day, soon, when the sun is gone, night will arrive, and in it's wake an era of destruction. A hand gloved in black pushed the hair from Xeios' face. The pure white hair, perfectly clean, shining slightly in the dim light. His leather pants and boots matched perfectly in the same dark black. His white bandages were across his skin, his chest, and his arms covered with them. A tight fitting black military jacket was buttoned on his chest, without a shirt on underneath. Hanging from his neck, a silver crystal, with famed power moved with an unnatural feel. "I see you've decided to show." (Last edited by Xeios on 08-27-06 10:35 PM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| The shadow revealed himself, he was a mutant like Fire-Eyes. His distinguishing features were rather gaunt and drawn. He also appeared to have no body weight whatsoever. He moved in a wispy way almost floating above the world. As if he didn't seem a part of it. His thin arms and body was covered by a heavy robe. This dark brown robe fight tightly among his body and revealed his ribcage. The most intensly distinguishing feature about him were his glimmering emeral green eyes, which shone under his hood and seemed to hold a light about them. He pulled back the hood to reveal a set of bat ears, a smile spread across his grim face, and revealed a pair of sharpened fangs. His left arm remained in his cloak at all times, and appeared to have an object of unknown origin or material in its hand.
"You are the bastard child of the gods. For this you must be punished cat-boy." One other noticable thing about his head was that his forehead was wrapped in brown cloth, revealing stringy and unhealthy strands of hair. "So, child, you have created an unbalance in this world, and for that you must be punished." A glimmer of green light appeared in his right hand and two etherial metal chains grew from the earth under the gloomy man, the chains gave off a notice that something was incorrect with the world, and from the chains burst forth a black energy blast, threatening to strike the metal support beam underneath Fire-Eyes. Upon striking the support beam it would shatter it into a million pieces breaking the ground out from under Fire-Eye's feet. "I am Rayn Syn, and I am the bringer of your doom." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios shook his head, his hair moving lightly back and forth. Soulsteel was on the ground at his feet, as well as Shinfu. In one swift movement he turned to face Cairoi, and smiled.
"Well, friend, there seems to be no more appropriate place than this. If you would do the honor, I'm a bit rusty you know, It's been decades since I've last fought someone with skill." Xeios struck a battle stance, his left hand facing towards Cairoi, and glowing in a light blue manner. With his right placed upon his chest, where his heart should be. Glowing in a red color, this hand was building up energy. His eye playfully danced around the area, he was not going to take this seriously, not yet. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Xeios caught a glipse of the energy as Cairoi charged it, low power, but would cause maximum pain per square inch if it would hit him. Heh 'If' wasn't even a 'possibility' The blast would be nowhere near him. The blast flew past him at a great speed, but Xeios was already three feet to the right of it. Admiring its beauty as it crashed into the ledge of the tower. His eyes met Cairoi's, "Well well, hawkeye again, he really must learn to stop relying on that." The thought raced through his head, and he created a response, a retort, if you wil,l to Cairoi's attack. Xeios' body remained poised in the same position as before, but there was something about his concentration, it seemed to be focused on Cairoi, but not him, maybe...around him? And suddenly, the air around Cairoi became superheated, in a flash it became a temperature equivalent of 2,000 degrees, literally turning water instantly into gas. The superheated air surrounded Cairoi entirely, and happened in a flash of pyrokinesis. A grin was spread across Xeios' face. | |||
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| As Cairoi absorbed the energy he should have noticed one flaw in his plan, the energy was covered in Xeios' signature. And as the powerful show was launched forth, it merely dissipated into thin air. The Hyotokkko however did not apply to this rule, and Xeios would be faced with that shot alone. He positioned his body with his feet firmly on the ground and his upper body arched over and twisting to the side, this happened in just a moment and it allowed for him to become entirely cleared of the path this "Sniper shot" would have hit. His right hand on his chest continued glowing in more intense shades of red, and grew every second as if it was being supercharged by a battery of sorts. Surrounding his left hand was still the aura of pale blue, one that had not faded either. It was almost sad that he had not needed to use either of his hands thus far, and Xeios expected much better of his old friend.
"I see you've gotten rusty too. The fighters in this realm not bringing much of a challenge to you?" Xeios moved forward with a brilliant speed and attempted to plant a powerful kick into Cairoi's forehead. his left hand stood poised the whole time, and his right remained close to his chest. |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| Name: Leon Machina
Age: 21 Faction: Suvoj Shards: Two shards total. One shard is kept dangling from a chain attached to the bottom of his Customized handgun. This shard's purpose is turning his bullets into something entirely unnatural. This is done by displacing the particles around the bullet after it leaves the gun. In this way, the bullet never loses momentum(no friction to slow it down) and cannot be stopped by any sort of material barrier. Leon found out how to make this work to his advantage by placing a focuser around the tip of the gun's barrel which, as the bullet is fired through, applies the properties to it. His second shard was surgically implanted into his left eye, and with the advances in science, is connected to his brain. In this way he can percieve energy signals, locate shards among others, and read the thoughts of those around him. It also gives his vision a magnifying capability for his one 'eye' and has perfect vision up to a mile away. Weapons: A customized revolver with a thirteen centimeter long barrel. It is coloured a beep metallic black, and inscibed in silver along the handle is the roman numeral XIII, a name which Leon has coined for himself for a long time. There is a strand of silver metal that runs from the chain at the base of the gun tot he barrel, and surrounds the tip of the barrel in silver. The chain dangling off the bottom of this is connected to the shard. Physical Appearance: Leon is aproximately 6' 1" tall and weighs about 145lbs, he does not at all apear to be threatening, but the truth of the matter is he is almost entirely muscle. He is actually a very strong person for one so skinny. He usually wears a pair of tight fitting black jeans, black 'skate' shoes, a black dress shirt (partially unbuttoned) and a dark red t-shirt underneath that. His long black hair is usually combed in front of his left eye, to hide the shard from plain sight. Background: Leon was about 14 when the meteor hit and right away he knew it came from the heavens. Having lived in Australia at that time, he had actually gotten his hands on two scattered shards from the crash. He had left his home shortly therafter, seeking adventure and keeping the shards hidden away in the messenger bag he carried with him. He found a group, the Suvaj, who held a deep respect for these shards and for The Holy who sent them. He appeared to be almost brainwashed by them as they took him in without question. This was where he was taught to activate his shards. The others were jealous, but Leon did not fear them. He grasped a shard deep in his hands and activated it, but it appeared to have no effect on his abilities. He tried different things with it, and studied the runes inside of it, and learned that it had something to do with vision. Leon determined he wanted to use this power, and went to the head of the religious group. Saying it was God who wanted him to see the truth, and that he wanted guidance on how to use this. A team of medical professionals were put together to implant the shard in his eye. They took it, and shoved it deep into his eye socket, where they connected it to his brain using several synthetic receptors. They rounded the outer edge of the shard, making it appear more round and eye-like leaving a glowing blue green mass where his eye ball once was. With his new eye, and his new abilities to see, he activated his second shard, and peering deep into this shard, he instantly deciphered the symbols, and fitted a weapon that would take full advantage of this new power, the power to alter matter around an object, disrupting it. He outfitted it on a chain and connected the chain onto his gun, with a single trail of silver metal running up the side of this gun to a focus point just off the tip of the barrel. Leon realized he had all he needed, with a weapon for God's great justice and an eye to seek out other shards and bring them to God's chosen people. Phew, that took a while to come up with. Enjoy. (Last edited by Xeios on 10-06-06 03:01 AM) |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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| There was a dark air about this man. Especially the weapon he held in his left hand. The sword was wicked in appearance, and reeked of death. It's length was approximately 2 1/2 feet in length, and upon the blade was inscribed a bright yellow eye. Symbolic for the demon blood in Xeios, and the fact that his eyes are yellow as well. At his side, was a black wooden sheath for a katana, the katana, known as Shinfu, lay cradled in the sheath with a grandiose appearance.
This man looked at his foe, he was young, childish, and too trusting for his own good. His bright yellow eyes scanned the young one, Xeios most likely overwhelmed his age by hundreds of thousands of years. It meant no difference to him. Age was equivalent to wisdom, not necessarily ability. One might wonder how Xeios exactly predates him by so much time, even though humans were not around for that long. The answer is really quite simple, yet so unfathomably impossible, he was born in the last creation. Long white hair hung in his face. It was parted at the middle and reached to just below his chin. His face was very attractive, and it held about him pronounced cheekbones and very distinguished features. His black leather pants matched his boots and gloves, and covering his chest were his stereotypical bandages and a black military jacket. All of these bits of clothing were tight-fitting. "You come to me with a problem. This weapon you see in my left hand is known as Soulsteel, and it does it's name justice, it takes the souls of others in order to create an amazing amount of power. It can remove your alter-ego from you. If given the chance in combat." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 4857 days Last activity: 1167 days |
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I don't drive, but my dad drives a red car...OK, a red minivan, and that's why he's nothing like the stereotype. Because red is fun on everything except videogames, and he is fun to everyone except his children, and my mother his ex wife  .
I think a black or green car would suit me best. At least according to my personality. (Last edited by Xeios on 09-13-06 10:31 PM) |
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