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Vel Belmont Merchant          Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| I arrived in the aid of my freinds. Some of you may know me as Vel Belmont...well, the rest will come shortly. | |||
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Well, thats what I am here for...Lets find some of those arrogant fools and teach them a thing or two in the ways of the good old fashioned Vampyre Way. Let no blood drop go untasted.
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Someone is making a mockery of my title? Damn, how long has it been since someone challanged me as Vel and survived...Way to long, if I remember correctly. Time to beat the bones out of this vegabon and show the real blood rights...Though it is only a title...Vampire Lord?...Who gives a toot about being Vampire Lord. I am the one and only Vel Belmont, not only Lord, Master, Captain...But True Vampire in its name. Bless the child who faces me...bless that child.
Enough of me rambling...Lets get started. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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Ahh, so you did bring up my other name. Tis a welcome enough...the three of us vs the top three here...its over kill by all means...Hell the 3 of us probably could take on the whole board. 
Wrecking crew 3/3 is here. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Xion, you blabber mouth... You talk way to much.. But your skills are amazing. lets see if I still have what it takes. Oh well, lets give this place hell. | |||
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Settle down mate, is this how you act towards new visitors? Did I ever say I was Vampire Lord? I siad I was the one and only true Vel Belmont, did I say I was Vampire Lord, do I have a title anywhere saying I was vampire lord.. and will you smite me the same way as you did Xion in your sim battle? You do realize I am slightly more advanced in Xion in the field of sim battles...But I smell a challange...I think I do.
I'll seeya in the battle Blessed Child. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| OOC: Your rules are GAY!
~Ortho Battle ~Same rules apply towards Xion's battle IC: Setting: Venice, a street hooking towards a Vatican Church, a crowd of people are here gathering around the statue of Mary. Hour: Midnight Temperature: 65 degrees (cool) Condition: Placid "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But on, no tears please, fear and pain may accompany Death but it is desire that shepherds it's certainty as we shall see..." The earth had a shadow of itself passing a dim light from the moon. A crumpled face of its texture layed swamped in hand with the pale glow by the picking of the rue. Trust can not be found, conspiracy layed corrupt and all that was good on this dead planet has faded into nothing. A tear streak on the statue of Mary was the only ideal part of town from which people came to gather with hope. Though nothing more then a vatican church to seal the fate, the atmosphere around them grew dank and unsuited. A putrid smoke arose from the shattering of the statue. As people screamed a clawed hand gripped one victim by the head, broke the neck in a most appetizing way, blood being splashed all around as the body was waved in the air and then throw, while the head was used as a cup to drink from the blood that dripped. Fingers red, the body was thrown down, the head rolling towards the base of the concrete edge. A man with dark black flowing hair, had broken free of the statue, how he got there...well, he was known for his unique surprises. As that, he stepped forth, the crowd who were around the statue had started to spread far away from this dark stranger. He wore a dark black pleather skirt, adorned with multiple ruins from the past. He wore no shirt, his body was covered in whip scars and body was pale as the moon, lightly painted of red with the last victim he fed. As he stepped down from his stone case, he found a child, his eyes burned with delight as the cold claw gripped him by the neck. Struggling to get free, the child choked and caughed, he could not have been more then 7 years old and slowly his life was fading away in this man's grip. Witha quick thrust of his two fingers from his bloody left hand, his fingers had ripped open the child's chest cavity, broken the rib cage and removed the small unbeating heart. The mother screamed in pain for her child that she just lost, and now a bloody mess painted on the ground, a canvas of concrete and a bloody painting. "Dunque č qui che mi sono risvegliato, sostiene nel mio vecchio abito. Il dolore, ed il pozzo di febbre la destina. L'arco gių prima che me o affronta tutta la scomparsa. Io, Vel Belmont, regna adesso. " He spoke with harshness in his tone. But it came understood, that Vel Belmont was back for the hunt. (Last edited by Vel Belmont on 07-22-05 06:32 AM) |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Well, good now that you have made your descisions, how about unbanning some of my freinds?
1)Xion was in the wrong posting kaijin's conversation. however, look at Xion's posts compared to some of your "advanced" battlers, and look at the activity that brought to your little homestead. 2) Kale was asked to join in, he is an experience battler of many years. Not only in role play battles, but in the art of writting itself. Not sure why you descided to ban him, but that was seriously fucked up. He did no wrong but push some buttons. Thats 2 people you have banned. 3) I am close to leaving as well. I am damn good at what I do, or at least I have been told from more advanced writters. I battle cause I love to write, just because you have the ignorance not to read a lengthy post, does not give you the right to say its shit and boring. The person poured his heart out ( Well..Kale does better) to make that setting, at least you can do is give it a good skim and reply. If not, deny the challange and accept your defeat. I dont give a rat's ass about your rules, and so on and so forth. Its just ignorance. A writters like to make stories for the viewer to read. Most of you who play rpgs know what a good game is based off of, a story line, something that was lacking here that we were trying to make up for. I guess your little homstead cant handle that it seems, and you call yourselves role players. 4) You havent banned Reno yet, once he finds this shit out...I'd really hate to be this board. This isnt a flame or anything, but come on...why dont some of you staff members grow some fucking balls and suck up to one we have done for you...thats a total of 4 people your gonna vanquish who could have brought alot of fun into your simming area, but you turned us down like we were nothing, just because we pushed. Thats all...if you wanna ban me for stating the truth, go ahead. I'll be back over and over and over again. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Ahh, I am still around.
Leviathan, you wont find any welcomed challanger here besides mindless eye dribble. But if your looking for amusement, you have come to the right place. Welcome. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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On a lighter note...
Sparda, this does not mean you get to post your pic yet...Not until I get my hair red. (Last edited by Vel Belmont on 07-21-05 03:39 AM) |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Resigned (Last edited by Vel Belmont on 08-15-05 05:47 AM) |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| OOC: For the one known as 666
"I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ bears sore stigmata, bored and as I threw Job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch to see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord..." The blade, smoking from its place, in hand of black gauntlets, stretched from the hand to the ground, slowly cutting up the grass as this blank figure walked. Only to seem like a black figured drenched in shadow to walk around in a mindless circle, is his sword ever sputting out this black smoke, while a small fire started to grow around. "So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed and though they saw red I left a dirty white stain a splintered knot in the grain on Eden's marital aid. I walked the walks naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon and through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on." Then he stopped, his right hand digging into the hilt of his blade, while the blade seemed to lengthen more and more as he stood to the point where he just dropped it blade. The blade took offense, danced away from him, leaving a blinding trail of fire. His hair whiplashed at the winds it created and stood within the middle of the circle in which the sword engraved into the dirted field. "I read the Urilia text so that mortals wormed as livebait for the dead and as I broke hope, I chocked another Pope with manna peel dictating to DeSade in the dark entrails of the Bastille and as He wrote, I smote a royal blow to the heads of France and in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance. I was an incurable Necromantic old fool a phagadaena that crawled drooling over the past a rabid wolf in a shawl a razor's edge to the rule that the stars overall were never destined to last. Zenthiroth levitated somewhat from his open position towards the center of the engraved and now enflamed circle. As he touched the hilt once more, it grew to a fascinating width of 7 feet long and 7 feet in legnth. Then, altogether it started to retain its mystical form of a rapier, drapped in his hand once again. Zenthiroth showing off like this, blazing the field in patterns of an anti-vatican rioter. His pleather skirt drapped around him, steadily moving against the wind, the air started to freeze and rot, smell and odor accompanied its wish, as within this circle, a number of tortured and rotted bodies started to pile up on one another. Furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep turning sermons with the smell of witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means to catch sight of the seams and the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world in glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me." As the smell distinguished, the field was splattered with blood almost instantaniusly, crawling was that of the fleas upon the hundred of dead bodies, all the while Zenthiroth looked, happy...placid and marveled at his experties. As he sloshed his way through the broken bones, putrid flesh and rotting corpeses, the field from an eagle eye showed the pattern of a pentagram in flames, the bodies acting as a power device to feed the circle alive. As he stepped out, the cool air whipped over him, his course eyes examing the rest of the planet within his pupils. A dark glaze churning. "Eyes of fire that set all life aflame lights that surpassed art in sight, that no intense device of pain could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not Her name though her kiss was the same without a whisper of shame as either Virtue of Sin's and pressed to her curve I felt my destiny swere from damnation reserved to a permanent grin..." So glad for the madness... |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Like a clawed grip on the earth, this man hesitated not to move. As he walked towards the spitting flames, he was not even touched or licked. As for that, Zenthiroth backed away cautiously for a moment, taking eye to his opponet. So one being, save himself, descides to enter the coruption circle. Zenthiroth giggled slightly as he backed away from his circled pit in which this other dark being stood.
Frozen for a moment, the flames around this circle started to spread evenly around the rest fo the planet, scorching a rather earth sized pentagram. However, it did not stop their, the five points of the stars turned black, lightining provided a very eerie touch to the scene, as the sky was now void of air of anything that could escape it. Oxygen was dying quickly, yet the flames still licked. As the five points of the star grew dim and dark they barked loudly at the man. As if screaming to get free and enter his body, however instead, the small circle went ablaze and a eruption of fountain of blood spewed forth. As that happend, Zenthiroth started to make odd hand gestures, waving to the left and right, up and down and then as if all was silence once more, the earth started to crack and descend. No longer was it able to hold the stability that it once had, gravity seemed to leave it to the depsair of space as everything started to fall through. As the earth started to descend, Hell in its rights started to rise. Zenthiroth levitated slighly, his arms arched towards the man, however he now bared the hand of Ebony. The Ebony sword from which he called while the other being started his walk and his little poem. Zenthiroth landed back down on the scorched earth, his eyes were eroticised by the marvel. He opened his mouth wide open and allowed the smoke from his body to exhale freely, then with a quick snap of his free hand, a dozen phantasmal blades started to circle the new fied and the area he inhabited. All of them started to church slowly acting the very being at which he stood, the rate at which they flew was high, tough and straight, aiming for all the weaknesses of the joints in the being. His elbows, knees, neck and waist all the aiming points from which these energy blades were called forth from and attacked. Soon to leave this little perversion of society another dream. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Its not like we are dissing the rules here or anything, but you also have to remeber, even though most of the new comers have arrived from a board with more harsh rules, does not mean that we must also be stippled by the rules here. Yes, we are more advanced then the average battler, so why cant we have a few advanced rules to help the elders around? We are not forcing anything onto you, we just simply like to role play battle like the rest of you, but we also wish to have it more civilized and advanced. We mean no disagreement with your rules, some of them are a little childish, but we too deserve a chance at having fair game here without our threads being locked up and thrown away, just because we explain a bit more logic in our writtings. Well, I have to agree with this rule and that it should be implemented. | |||
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| They are pretty true in what they say, without Shin-ra, you would not have any foundation of sim battling. Not to be egotistical, but look at what you have done to our creation. This is almost as bad as fighting in a chat room on AOL or Yahoo. I have been to both places, and I was laughing my ass of every minute these jokers tried to pull something. We are not here to discriminate any of you, we would just like to have a chance of having fun like the rest of you with some improvisions, we dont ask much, we havent asked ANYTING at all until all this nonsense started. We came here hopping to have some fun, when we battled, we were discriminated.
"OMG your post is a novel! We dont play like that, here!" Well, thats fine, we can shorten the legnth of our posts if you kindly asked us, however, we have been doing this for a long long time now. We understand the basic rules to any true form of simmin, what you guys have right now is something from an AOL or Yahoo chat room. Bah, thats all I am going to say. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| We are not trying to rip you guys off or anything, your making it out like we are the bad guys. We have fun at writting longer posts, adding logic to our attacks and yes, your right this is a game, however, some of us are also professional writters at heart and we need to exercise that right at some place. We have fun at what we do, if you feel as though you cant write a long ass novel like we can, thats fine...We are not forcing you to do so, we just ask that you add a bit more so that we understand how to reply to the next post. When we see a post like...
'And the sword is flying straight at his head...yeah...btw...' What the hell? "yeah...btw?" that does not belong in a IC battle post, that is being lazy and childish, just because you cant come up with a good answer to a reply, why cant you accept defeat? I have had my ass handed to me many times by people who saw flaws in my post and exploited it to the point where I could not post a action, cause they had me beat. Perhaps its not the rules around here that needs to be changed, but some of the attitude as well. Except your defeat, instead of modding, accept that you have been delt with. Even drop them a PM and say "hey, good match, I hope we can fight again someday, and perhaps the tables will be turned. "
Its not so hard to be freindly. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Thanks, I appreciate the comment...hehe.
HE COME WITH FIRE IN HIS....HAIR! 
 The mess I went through for red hair...>.>
Now Sparda, you may now post your pic. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| OOC: My leader Reno, has been banned. I shall take his stead. I, Tseng Katera, Turk of Murder, shall take his sted.
IC: As the wind blew from the open eye of the helicopter, the blades cut the air finally. From afar, Tseng peaked out out his eyes, squinting to see the dust and debree lift from the ground. Hovering 6 feet from the ground, Tseng leapt with ease onto the brass ground, his feet landing softly onto the dirt. His eyes lit up with an extreme fire and glow. His placid hands lifted over one another forming a relaxed position. His eyes starred at this man, who seems to have the ability to levitate. A strong sense of pysche this one must have to control such a force. By his side, their hung a long Katana, his beloved Chain. He wore his work suit, the navy Blue Turk suit known by all in Midgar. His eyes, now dying quietly to a gree from the mako in his body had subsided. He looked over this person with the word of mouth. "Greetings, unfortunatly Reno has been called on another mission that needed his time. I shall be your challanger in this match," Tseng replied. His lips were soft and moist and he spoke, his voice calm and toned. The man seemed to agree with the terms that were now here. As for that, Tseng slid his black hair over his head and waved a gloved hand to the pilot of the helicopter. Tseng turned around completly walking away from the unknown warrior, backing away a good 6 feet or so, to the point where he was right under the helicopter. As it ascended higher up towards the ground, the sky lit up with 2 homing missile, each from the side winders that they held, spiraling towards the known warrior. What he would do with this, Tseng waited to see. With fire in his eyes, he watched the area around this warrior explode as the ground seemed to explode with dirt from the helicopters attack. "So it begins..." |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| I would like to use Tseng in this battle, however, seeing as Leviathan is using Night. I shall have to go with my other choice.
Zenthiroth, is the one I shall be using. |
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Vel Belmont Merchant Since: 07-18-05 Since last post: 7041 days Last activity: 6636 days |
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| Out of the years I have simmed, I have come wup with 4 main characters.
Zenthiroth: Inspired by Satanism. This character, if anything is everything that I think the anti-christ should be and how one should act. Hate, fear, and love revolve around this character in many sick ways. He is more or less my unwilling partner. As far as his attacks and whatnot go, they are all mine creation. Inspired none more then myself. Tseng: He was inspired to be created by my freind Reno. When I first met him, it was like a shot of charisma. Reno not only influenced Tseng, but also taught me many strategies to involve with. To this day, Tseng is not a finished character. Without the aid of Reno...I am not the person I am today. Vel Belmont: He was created during my absence from Shin-ra. Yes, I was once Reno's enemy after I was with him. Not only did I stab him in the back and become his enemy, I hated him for quite some time. My jealousy and my envy towards him grew day in and night. Vel Belmont was created out of the hate I have for Reno. Why do I still use him? He's the True Vampire character. Also inspired by the novel: Dante's Inferno. Seifer: Yes Seifer from FF8. He looked the same as the game character, same attitude and whatnot. Only I added in a few spells here and there as wel as some clothing properties. Inspiration? FF8's Seifer. Others: I have a few others, more or less generic copies of the above. I have worked on another character by the name Daimonion, who is quite similiar to my Vel and Zenthiroth character combined. |
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