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GuardianOni Shaman          Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days |
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| I'm looking to buy a Crescent Scythe as dropped by a Baphomet.
Willing to pay upwards of 100,000. Price negotible. |
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GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Name: Lupin Winters
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Alias: Wolf Age 22 Height: 6'6" Weight: 275lbs Hair: Redish brown Eyes:Blue Race: Human Abilities: A strange resistance to mind control/mind altering effects. Strength, and toughness Weapons: A .50 M249 Squad Automatic Weapon (SAW) light machine gun, a 12 gauge shotgun, a .45 caliber handgun, a silver edged axe, and explosives. (He doesn’t usually carry all at once. The SAW is usually in the trunk of his car) Specialization: Explosives, and heavy weapons. Background: Lupin joined the Navy at age 18, and became a Seal at age 20. After only a year with the Seals he was discharged. He doesn’t have any memory of his last mission, and the reason for his discharge. He spent months after leaving the Navy, trying to discover what happened. But He has found nothing. After trying to dig out some information as to what happened, he encountered a vampire, before killing it he discovered that it was sent to kill him. Now all his is left with is doubt, holes in his memory, and his deadly skills. *edit* I forgot the vital stats. =P ((Height weight exc...)) (Last edited by GuardianOni on 08-15-06 06:22 AM)
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Do we PM the submissions to you or put them in a thread? |
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Serously, A motorcycle is verry dangerous enough and I know how you drive when you are pissed. Please, for your friends, and for yorself don't do that.
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Well hell if you want to talk or anything let me know. We can go play pool and get a few drinks. I'm your friend man, talk to me. Talk to any of us, we'll listen. But especally me.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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I vary. While I normally drive the speed limit, or maybe a little below there are time when I crank up the speeds to the triple digit numbers. And that is still with other cars on the road.
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I still love pulling into Las Vegas at 114. That's hair raising... *Shivers*
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Lupin knocks crisply upon the door, and enters. Looking around the small room he notes the man in the middle of the room with the sword, the hooded female, and the other with the knife. And the paper-pusher. "Inteligence? Maybe..." he thought to himself. The others, seem to be part of my team. Great..."
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Rubbing the quarter inch of brown hair on his head and shruging he sits on one of the last two chairs. It seemed much to small for the six and a hallf foot man, but he eased himself into the seat. Relaxed, and at his ease. Adjusting his leather coat he feels the weight of his large handgun bump against the side of his chest. The webbing holster was the same grey as the t-shirt he wore under his coat. The black Dickes slacks were tucked into his combat boots. Lupin waited to be adressed.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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GuardianOni walks on from stage right, and trips the trap. But his long gate carrys him out of the swinging hammer's path. But the hammer causes his long hair to stir in the wind it causes. Glancing over his shoulder at the wind he sees nothing, and shrugs.
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Continueing to the stage he sits in the guest seat. "Hello Vulcanlogic. It's nice to finally be here."
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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If you feel like it I'll like my name in it.
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If not don't be bothered.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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GuardianOni shifts in his seat, and while it creeks it doesn’t fall.
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"Well, I was going to school with Whiterose, and Elara, and they were part of another board. And after they told me enough times to join, I did. After a while there were some, uh, problems on that board and I left. Again Whiterose and Elara, and this time Zabuza too, started to tell me about another board. And so I ended up here." GuardianOni takes a sip of water from the table, the chair creaking as he dose so. "As for interesting experiences, well a few RPs, and Sim Battles come to mind. My first sim battle ever was against Sparda. And I had his going too. But then a post wipe happened, and we didn't get to continue." He shifts his weight, and the chair creeks again. Getting annoyed GuardianOni says. "Excuse me." To Vulcar, and the audience, and stands up. Flipping the chair over he looks at the legs. "Ah so that is the problem. And tightening a few screws, and attaching a support with some wire from his pocket he sets the chair up right again and sits down. The chair doesn’t make a sound. "That'll hold for a while." GuardianOni says with a shrug. "But you really should replace this chair it's going to fall apart on someone." "But getting back to the topic at hand... What do I think of the board? Well, to be honest I like it. It a community of people who come together to share ideas, thought, and advice. True there are times when I'm annoyed at people here, but I know I anger others from time to time too. Sometimes things I, or others post get ignored, and the rest go along on whatever, not taking note of what was said. But I know I can do that too. So I try not to get too worked up. Overall I like it here, and the people here as well."
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Ok I voted... Now to wait for the results... |
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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The sun had only raised enough to shine over the walls of the city, filling the large square with a silvery light. Despite the early hour there were many gathered around the platform in the center of the square. The gallows them selves seemed to absorb the light, remaining dark, and expectant.
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The crowd grew as the sun rose farther into the sky, soon the sounds of ministerial interrupted the songs of the morning birds. And soon the atmosphere in front of the gallows took on that of a fair, or carnival. The music, and laughter filtered down the streets and into the jail cell window reaching the ears of Evelina. The sounds of the joyous music seamed to stab at her heart. People happy, and laughing about the hanging to come. Hers. She wasn't crying. That ended late last night. Sitting against the cold wall she simply felt the pain in her heart, and the cold dread in her belly. The rattling of the keys in the cell door made her jump. The chains binding her to the wall clinking and rattling and she turns to look at the heavy wooden door, as it swings slowly open. Four large, burly, hard faced guards entered. And the thin, grey, cold-eyed magistrate entered behind them. "It's time." He says in his cold and sneering voice. The guards strode over to her and lifted Evelina to her feet. Removing the chains attaching her to the wall, they replaced them with manacles both on her wrists and ankles. And finally adding an iron collar to her throat. With the chain leash firmly held in the meaty hand of one of the guards she was led out into the cold hall, and into the street. They were met in the street by a dozen more guards, and flanking her in two columns, started to march her to the waiting crowd. the music started to die as the first of her guards entered the square. The crowd parted as the escorts and their prisoner made there way to the waiting gallows. Evelina could see a large bare chested figure, with a black hood over his head standing upon the platform. She could feel more tears welling up in her eyes. The two columns broke away from her as they reached the platform. Making a ring around the gallows of armed, and armored men. Evelina, the four guards, and the magistrate ascended the steps on one side. The four guards brought her to the center to stand just in front of a waiting rope. And the robed magistrate strode forward to the front of the platform. The fresh sunlight making his crimson velvet robes look like flowing blood as he moved about. "Good people," He spoke in his loud commanding voice that echoed around the now silent square. "Before you this morning is a criminal. Charged with heresy, and witchcraft, and a number of other crimes. And sentenced to hang." The last words brought calls of joy, and approval from the crowd. The magistrate smiling in an almost leering fashion turns his eyes to Evelina. The silvery, early morning sunlight making her skin an almost marble white. And made her hair look as if it was set aflame. Turning back to the crowd the magistrate made a 'hushing' gesture. Once the crowd was silent he spoke again. "This criminal has been well known, and hunted for a long time. And I know that you are all eager to see her hang. But we do have our laws, and it allows for anyone to pay a bail to set her free. Is there anyone here with the gold to set her free?" Evelina's eyes searched the crowd. Blinking away tears she found the faces of her parents. "Mother!" She cried out, voice cracking. "Father!" Her parents stared back at her. Her father made no motion, or sound. But her mother, faced screwed up in rage screamed back "You are no daughter of mine. I have come to see thee hanged!" The crowd roared in approval. Eyes burning with new, and uncontrollable tears she searched the crowd for another face. But, it wasn't there. The magistrate motioned to the executioner. And the hooded man moved behind Evelina and started to tie the noose. Two of her guards held her shoulders while a third removed the collar. The crowd jeered once more. And by the time it took the hooded man to tie it and slip it about her neck they were roaring for her death. Once the noose was tightly around her neck the guards stepped back. Everything was set for her to hang. Once more the magistrate quieted the crowd with a gesture. In the silence the footsteps of the executioner were unnaturally loud as the moved to the lever of the trap door. "STAY THY HAND!" A voice rang out. The gasp of the crowd was like that of a giant, struck dumb by a sudden blow. Entering the square a knight, in full plate atop a large warhorse. Evelina recognized the grey enameled armor, and the deep blue sir coat of Sir Azrel Coldthorn. The knight who had finally caught her, and brought her to justice. The man she loves. Tears blurred her vision, and obscured his face until he was directly before the platform. A face chiseled from stone, and eyes the blue of a clean river, fresh from a mountain glacier. And just as cold from time to time. Her heart jumped to her throat at the sound of his voice. But as he came near, and she saw that his eyes were cold and hard, her heart sank deep into her belly. "Sir Coldthorn." The magistrate greeted. "Do you wish to throw the lever yourself? This is unusual, but I know you were the one who..." His voice trailed away as Azrel turned his hard eyes upon him. "You misunderstand your honor." He voice was cold, and firm. "I am here to pay her bail." This was punctuated but the loud bang as a sack full of coins landed upon the platform before the magistrate. Evelina's eyes flew to his, and as he turned his eyes upon her she saw none of the ice that had been there before. "I cannot bear to see thee hang." Evelina was astonished to hear the slight quiver in his voice. Tears flowing freely, she started crying openly. But now not out of fear.
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Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Originally posted by FX Actually, FX is correct. Different rules apply when it come to myths and legends. What he did was re-tell and old story with his own words, not plagarized it. You see examples of this everywhere, even in modern stories and games. Also FX, every entry tells a story. Also, Vulcanlogic, thank you for your comment on my story. I wish all of you good luck in the contest.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Lupin wondered when the two men were going to whip them out, and start the pissing contest proper.
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He continued to sit at his ease, waiting. Nothing more interesting was going on so he watching the three idly, like one would a curious TV show. True the small hairs on the back of his neck raised a little, realizing that he was in the company of at least two more vampires. But it was akin to the feeling of being in a bar in a shadier part of town, and didn't bother him too much.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Lupin's eyebrows lift when he hears the new person's voice. Your teem...? He thinks to himself.
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Then as Kendrick breaks some furniture Lupin's eyes narrowed. Great... Just great...The opp hasn't even started and I'm one of the few that hasn't pulled a weapon, or threatened anyone...
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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GuardianOni thinks for a moment, then with a shrug says. "Very little. I would maybe put in a flash game or two just for fun. 2D Pool maybe. And then maybe add a forum for those who play pen and paper RPGs. You know like D&D, White Wolf, Cyberpunk, Rifts, B.E.S.M., Exc..."
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Leaning over to pick up the glass of water. "Other than that, noting. I think this place is cool the way it is." The chair, without warning collapses. Waving his arms he throws enough of his weight forward to get to his feet to one side of the chair. Gaining his balance he goes to turn around. But before he gets fully around the Hammer goes flying by where he was sitting a moment ago. Looking at the wreckage of the chair he shrugs, and say "Oh well. I tried to fix it. Picking up the wreckage of the chair he throws it off stage. Where it knocks over an unseen crewmember. Walking off set for a moment he comes back with another chair. Setting it up he sits down and looks at Vulcanlogic. "But I do suggest that you get a better stage crew." He says with a shake of his head.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Originally posted by venomouslobster That i think is the most illogical explanation ever. Ask yourself a question. What do tourists do when they want a group shot? They mime to the locals what they want, and how to do it then hand off the camera and pose. That's what he did. He called to some local little green men and got them to film it. Gosh, it's so simple... ... *seriously* Venomouslobster, or Vulcanlogic is right. Or too close to make a difference.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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One game straight... From about 5pm on a Friday, to about noon on a Sunday. A little over 40 hours of Resident Evil 3: Nemesis. It was fun... We got to kill the Nemmy with a knife... That took about two hours itself.
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Then Pockets and I did play Dynasty Warriors for nearly 15 hours once. That was fun. And then D&D... hmmm... let's see I once played a session that lasted from Washington to New York. That's about 50 hours of gaming.
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Lupin shrugs. Stands and fallows the man out, brushing past the captain. Ignoring the man he continues through the door wanting to start putting this night behind him.
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Question still buzzed around his head, but he knew that it was not yet time to start asking... Or demanding answers. (Last edited by GuardianOni on 08-15-06 06:19 AM)
GuardianOni |
Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5639 days Last activity: 5098 days
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Cool, glad to get what I did for this. Thanks to the judges for their time.
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Grammer killed me on this. As usual. Oh well, I knew it would. I wonder what Zabuza would have give me. Oh well, 3 point one way or the other. Close call. Congrats to Makura. But if Zabuza could post his thoughts I'd like it. (Last edited by GuardianOni on 08-17-06 10:56 PM) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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