How is this still alive

[spoiler]Oh god, I'm actually trying...kinda. I mean, it's 1:40am, but I'm actually gonna put effort into something RP related for the first time...weird.[/spoiler] “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” - H.P. Lovecraft I always enjoyed Lovecraft’s stories. They always put into perspective how small we truly are and how we’re nothing compared to the gigantic world. This quote though, I always knew to be true. It’s easy to observe how much incredible, illogical fear people have when they don’t understand something. Sadly, I suffered from this first hand. It was a cool summer night, nearing the end of the season, when it happened. When everything changed. When my life dive bombed off a cliff into the rabbit hole of unimaginable dreams and nightmares. I was sitting at my desk, doing nothing of importance as usual, probably in some depressed state about having no true friends or anyone to talk to and wishing I’d finally do something with my life or just end it. I haven’t been the happiest camper since a pair of voices decided to camp in my head and argue and bicker and insult me whenever I shut my eyes at night. I clearly had mental problems. Probably some level of depression and...not schizophrenia, but some mental problem that has to do with the voices. Sorry, I sometimes...often get offtrack and lost in thought. Anyways, I saw orange lights flashing outside through my window. They were clearly in the sky, so at first I was sure that it was just lightning, but I never heard thunder. Eventually this freaked me out and I gazed outside, looking up at the sky the best I could. I saw bright orange flashes of light in the clouds and a strange void of black that formed the shape of a circle in the center of the clouds. My head was swarming with thoughts of possibilities and I knew I should try and wake my family and get to safety, but my curiosity….I hadn’t felt that curious since the summer before high school, before the voices and my depression. I lept out of my room, quickly grabbing my black hoodie and zipping it on so I wasn’t just wearing sweatpants outside. I ran out of my house the fastest my legs would take me, excited to maybe discover something amazing! Something groundbreaking! After a few steps outside...I blacked out. That’s when I woke up confused and frightened just outside the Dojo gates the next morning. My messy and short, but somehow still decent looking brown hair, my square glasses that I was always told made me look attractive somehow, my slim and long limbs, and my 6’3” height made me stand out a bit. Mostly because everyone else seemed to be f*cking space ninjas or hardened bad*sses with loads of guns in the area. I was just some 18 year old nerd from the suburbs in eastern Pennsylvania. I wasn’t yet awake apparently when I made “first contact” with a “native”.... [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler] [spoiler]You'd be that "native", whoever replies first....Unless I don't see you/your character as fitting for this. In which case I'll tell you and wait for someone else that's more fitting for this interaction.[/spoiler]

After I investigated the anonymous puppet master staging most of my major conflicts since arriving on this planet I spent the next few days gathering potential allies to pursue the mastermind behind this mysterious scheme. I asked Royal to help catalog our findings and come up with an outline for our plan of action. I was wandering the dojo and surrounding towns cities and villages asking for aid. I was having very little luck with recruiting. However. I was approached by an unfamiliar face. The what I desperately hoped to be a volunteer approached me and said... (Closed to Royal. This is to interaction with someone other than my regular RP partner.)

Guys do you miss me

Half worried this will get shut down for some reason, so bump

"After getting my promotion and drinks on the me with Royal and a few others who were near by and tagged along, (unnamed but you can fill the role if you want as one of them) I was on my way back to my place, a condominium of sorts in a near by town, I was approached by a figure. I was too drunk to see the details clearly but sober enough to fly myself home. I heard the figure begin to speak. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, perhaps someone I met when I arrived or someone from Royal's bar." I turn to fully face the figure and ask for them to speak up. "Can you say that again? I had too much to drink so I'm a bit out of it right now. Do you need something?" The figure replied. (Read my bio first https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/229980379/0/0/1)

I need a character with knowledge and experience with magical artifacts and weapons that evolve over time and with developing them. Like scared gears from Highschool DxD and Incrusio from Akame Ga Kill. Please read his bio on the bio thread. I'll getting into character now. I walk into an empty room. Filled with hatred, I lost all sense of time as I began to lose myself in deep thought in planning revenge.. When I became aware of my surroundings again there was a figure in front of me. My vision blurred but the figure said... (Now closed)

[b]Furry Convention, I guess. I dunno. Dojoville. 12:32 PM[/b] "WHAT THE F*CK?????" Cried a loud voice. Anyone around the outcry would see an odd sight, like several copies of the same person. Though, then again, those who knew them would recognize them all as Alpha. One was a kid, male and short. He seemed the Newest, and the most innocent. He was scared, as he didn't utter the cry. That, came from the mirrors looking at each other. Those two were the same, save one was male, the other female. ....it was like some asshat with a deviantart made an odd fantasy come true. The mirrors, confused at each other, had screamed at each other, not even noticing the child version of themselves. They both went for their sidearms, the male's being a tranq gun, the female's being a M1911. They seemed a bit on edge, but looked like they'd both seen some shit, the girl more so. One hell of a showdown, though. A crowd began to form around the mirrors, including the child. The mirrors began circling each other sizing each other up. Someone needed to intervene before something happened. [spoiler]open ....goddamnit[/spoiler]

A few months have passed since I completed my training under both Royal and Leon. I received a message from home, my superiors have been considering me for a promotion after my last mission (I'll do it in another post as a flashback.) I was asked to return to Earth in dimension 796, and to bring my mentors. My seniors would like to meet them. I apparently am going to be promoted to the Grigori if I can pass one last test. Killing the rogue demon that took everything I care about, Greyfia. The alliance is too busy sending angels and demons to fight an otherworldly threat, so they're sending me. It'll be two bird with one stone they said. So I send them email messages to ask them to tag along like my senior asked. (Closed except Bakon and Royal)

The sky was clear and blue, the sun beating down with incredible heat as a young man walked into an old, abandoned place of worship. The weak breeze rustled his cloak as he walked through, a small floating orb following him as he went. "What do you think about this place?" The young man said to the orb, which instantly replied with the voice of a female that could easily be mistaken as that of a normal human. "Ancient. Hundreds of millions of years. It seems to be where the natives worshipped...that." The orb floated up to the statue of a strange woman in the center of the room. It was covered in layers of sand and dust from centuries of being forgotten, but underneath the man could make out a small glimmer. "Is that metal?" "Yes, but it's somehow unknown to my database." "That means it's rare. Rare means lots of money. Lots of money means I can afford my rent for the first time in months." "I don't know. The readings I'm getting have a strange patter-" "Oh shut up, Athena. You and your dumb logic...." The man began to wipe away the sand and dust, revealing a strange black metal underneath. The orb, Athena, refused to be quiet. "No! I'm trying to tell you it mi-" "What? Be a trap? I ca-" "Might be alive! You f*cking *sshole! Just listen!" "Wait, what?" The man backed off from the statue and looked up at his companion with a raised brow, unsure if he heard right. "Seriously?! How?!...And you don’t have to be so rude." The orb made a sighing noise before it started to whirl around and scan the statue with a blue light. "Well, it at least has a soul." "That’s not exactly life, but….Sh*t." He facepalmed and sighed before sitting down on a still functional bench nearby. He mumbled to himself with annoyance clear in his voice. "It's against the law to sell something with a soul..." "I guess your rent will go unpaid again. I wonder how much longer until Mr. Gratcher just kicks you out like he should've a long time ago." "I don't need a reminder right now, Athena. What am I supposed to do? Call the authorities and have them take everything? I can't lose another cache." He looked back up at the statue, observing the being with confusion. He needed to make a decision and quick. If he thought for too long he'd overthink it and nothing would get done. He couldn't waste time. The man stood up and began walking back to the statue, pulling his hood over his face to try and hide his shame for what he was about to do. Athena, his AI companion called out to him, following him closely as he went. "No! You're going to try and awaken it, aren't you?! That's a clear vio-" He simply pushed the orb to the side and kept walking, Athena remained quiet because she knew nothing she could say would stop him, instead she watched from afar. The man stood up on the marble platform the statue was on so he could get as close as possible. He noticed the woman was around his height, 1.8 m, surprisingly. "She looks so perfectly crafted..." He mumbled, brushing his hand against the sand covered, metal cheek. He wasn’t wrong, the woman looked like a goddess, her face perfectly symmetrical and feminine. The body was an incredible mix of athletic and…. “...thick….” "I think you shouldn't touch her. What if she wakes up or something? What if it's dangerous?" Athena circled around him and the statue. The eyes did have a glint of power to them as if a sleeping star were asleep inside, waiting to break free. "Oh be quiet. I have a way with woman." "Yeah, you have a way to get slapped by every woman you meet...." "You don't have to be hurtful, Athena." He chuckled while taking his hand away and placing it back at his side. The hand pulled out a weird gun looking device and pointed it at the statue. "I wonder if this'll work..." The gun made a whirring noise before firing a blue beam at the statue's head. The blueness flowed from the point of contact, slowly turning the whole figure blue. Suddenly, the eyes of the statue opened. "GAH!" The man fell back in surprise, falling off the platform and crashing his back down onto the sand below which managed to cushion his fall slightly. Athena floated back, rising in altitude to stay safe. "Oh no...please be nice." The AI muttered to herself, fearing for her and her partner’s safety. The light faded and revealed a pale woman with pure white hair standing where that statue once was. She looked even more amazing now that she was alive, but something was wrong. The woman looked oddly tired and dizzy as she too, fell off the platform and on top of the man. “Agh! The hell?” The man cried out in pain when the woman fell on him before trying to pull himself away as fast as possible, getting to his feet with wide eyes. “Oh my god! You’re alive!” The woman laid on the her back, looking up at the man with a blank expression. She blinked a few times, but said nothing. “Of course she’s mute…and has no clothes on....Athena get something for her to wear.” [url=http://www.bungie.net]~~~Sometime Later~~~[/url] The man and woman walked through the streets of Dojoville, both wearing identical black baggy hoodies with the hoods up to cover their faces, blue jeans, and sneakers. The AI orb was nowhere to be seen as they walked into an alley. Something about them seemed off as you watched from across the street. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[b]V.R. room Time: noonish[/b] [i]Marcella happened to be walking past the vr room in the dojo. She could hear someone practicing inside of it as the door was open. She had stopped to look in to see who exactly is there. Marcella was about 7'6" in height with a long slender build. She wore all black clothes and had a couple daggers on her belt. She had pale skin, pale blue eyes and long black hair pulled up out her eyes. She didn't know the stranger as she watched.[/i] [spoiler]open for jt[/spoiler]

[i][u]Wrong place, worst time. Dojo, 3:14 P.M.[/u][/i] [i]The sky outside was clear. The sun shined down with a slight overcast, it was calm. However, off in the distance, a large aircraft made it's way down in smoke. It looked to be an old WWII looking bomber. But its chassis much larger, the wingspan created a large shadow as it flew past the dojo. It's engines glowed blue with power. It was followed by two fighter aircraft. Much more futuristic, they continuously made runs at the larger aircraft, then made a move away the gunfire and flew back around. The bomber get returning fire but with no luck as it made its way down to an open field. Once it got close the pilot tried to land, the wings flipped upward, slowing it down, but, it was too late. The aircraft turned to it's side, crashing and sliding across the ground, the wing being torn apart. Soon only two people emerged from the plane, one dragging his friend, trying to find safety, the other two aircraft flew past, and began to loop back to finish them off.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

Heat. I felt it, burning beneath my fingers, beneath my palms. Intensely hot, almost as if my bare skin were on fire — yet I knew that was not the case. The pleasant humming of the machineries within my helmet reached my ears, soft and silky. It comforted me because it meant safety. Yet it was dark. Pitch black. My right hand raced to the right side of my helmet, and the heat instantly faded though a jerk went through my body. Air yanked on my body. With a quick-yet-hard tap to the right side of my helm with armoured index and- middle finger, the HUD within the metal encasing turned on — and with it, sound. Instantaneously, I saw it all. My left hand was clenched around the edge of a metal plate, beneath me only ground. A mountain in the distant with on it a fortress, what seemed to be a stone pathway leading to it, a dark grey like a streak through a perfect, white surface. Thoughts raced through my head while the hard whistling of the air going by me drowned out all other sound. Calculations and observations. I was headed for a massive forest. I lowered myself down to the Cobalt-II plating beneath me, right hand wrapping around the side once more, the jagged, knife-like edge sharp to the touch yet unable to pierce my suit. The real threat was the heat, burning so hotly. My knees touched down on the piece of what I assumed to be part of a spaceship’s hull — scary thought. My eyes shut. Muscles tensed. I counted down. Ten. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. I jumped. I kicked myself up off the plate, the metal crunching beneath the force as I launched myself. My body straightened itself almost automatically, arms closing in to the sides of my body, legs shut together like a seal. I was in a forty-five degree angle, I assumed. The wrenching sound of dirt getting torn apart and trees getting demolished soon hit my ears while clumps of mud and shards of wood hit my armour, and only a moment later, I impacted the dirt ground, only hoping my calculations were correct. The shard of space vessel left a ditch within the earth. A deep scar through the grassy brown. My back hit the ground there where it started declining at a perfect angle and with a hard crash, making me jerk and wobble just a bit, a slight burst of dizziness shooting through my head. I slid down through the mud at dangerous speeds still. My body rocked and hobbled on the uneven ground as I carved through it, the grinding-like noise of dirt getting gutted like music to my ears — because it meant I was still alive. My eyes opened, and above me, I saw the sky, perfectly clear and an ocean blue. The sun shone down from directly above me, and I guessed it was about 1200 in Terran time. Then it seemed like the world ended. My feet hit the same thing that brought me here, pain shooting up my legs, my spine, just to fill my mind with its coursing arcs of hurt. I heard the sickening “SNAP!” of bone breaking as my right ankle, my left shin, and both of my femurs snapped just like that. I was sent flying, flipping through the sky, the alternating scenery of sky and ground making me dizzy. Then I figuratively ate mud, hitting the ground with the front of my helmet and collar, legs curling back with the impact, and for a moment I thought I would flip over again, only to go limp. My feet and knees hit the dirt with a thud, the hit sending another spark of pain through my head. [i]”Would’ve guessed my nerve endings died off after all those years,”[/i] I mused to myself within my head, the pain of my broken bones already disappearing into the background. I lifted my head off of the ground, looking around with an inquisitive slowness. Surrounding me was a slaughter-field of trees and dirt, shards of wood and countless leaves, coloured a lush green, fresh and seemingly full of life. It must have been summer or maybe spring, I concluded curiously. The pain faded further into the distance even as I felt my bone relocate themselves, new material finding itself within the tears. The damage done was repaired within a minute. With a grunt, I rolled over, crushing a twig beneath my weight, dirt getting smudged across my suit further. I was dirty. Needed a shower. Those thoughts quickly vanished as my eyes fell upon the sky a second time. I smiled, the corners of my lips curling upwards. I was not worried, even if I was on a - presumably - unknown planet, maybe even in an unknown galaxy or star system. It was a scary thought, soon getting pushed aside. [i]”I crashed with a piece of ship, nae…? Where is the sky battle?”[/i] Slight panic filled my mind for a millisecond, a slow breath leaving my lips into the respiratory system of my suit, oxygen getting filtered out and into a tank. Curiosity hit me with that breath. [i]”Could I breath ‘ere?”[/i] I questioned myself, mulling the words over. [i]”This planet’s akin tae Earth thus far…”[/i] I decided to dare it. With a simple thought, the respiratory system was cut off, and with a careful, inquisitive breath… I could breathe. Fresh air filled my lungs. What a weight off my shoulders. I exhaled in relief. [i]”Contact the fleet. The Triumvirate’s my home. They need tae know.”[/i] Without a second thought, I contacted the private channel with the second-in-command of my flagship [i]The Conqueror of Stars[/i]. My radio crackled, and soon I spoke, confident and self-assured. “This’s the Lord Commander Stephanie Anoor, contactin’ second-in-command, Jakob Hendrickson, from wha’s presumed tae be an unknown planet. Over.” Silence. My words were met with silence. Crushing, almost depressing silence. Not even the signature static of a bad connection. Just silence. [i]”Shite,”[/i] Was the only thing that I thought as I lied there, armour dirty, covered in smudges of mud and pieces of grass, small chunks of wood stuck within the dirt. I knew I had to move. I sat up, tensing the muscles within my stomach, effortlessly moving. I took a deep breath in preparation and to calm myself before getting up, pushing myself off of the broken ground with a hard shove of my hands. Once I stood, I stood steadily, the exosuit within my armour providing unnecessary assistance to my dizziness. My head swam as I looked around, the sudden transition from sky-high to boots on the ground quite a shock, then the crash… [i]”My gun,”[/i] I thought. Instinctively I reached to my right hip with my right hand, an unheard sigh of relief leaving me when the tips of my fingers touched the maple wood of my gun’s grip, silky smooth to touch, finely crafted. It was there, safe and sound, good condition. I was in a foreign place, my fingers slipping around the grip of my pistol, pulling it from the ornate leather holster with a faint “shink” sound. Time to head north. That was roughly where that fortress on the mountain was. My feet almost started walking on their own, step by step, the grass rustling beneath my feet, dirt crunching beneath my weight. It was comforting to me, even therapeutic. The rhythmic crunching and rustling with every step I took. The scenery soon changed. It turned from fresh green grass and lush trees into stone tiles, coloured a dark grey just as I had seen from the sky. I turned my head and upper body, eyes to the air. My crash left quite the trail, a hole in the clouds up above, with a dark trail of smoke. Surely people would come for me. With a nonchalant shrug, I walked onto the pathway and started heading up. Steps. A seemingly infinite amount. Endlessly up. My metal boots thumped on the stone, leaving clumps of dirt in my wake as they dried up and fell off of the Cobalt-II plating of my suit with the jerk caused by me walking. Then I saw them. Those formidable gates, the doors made from fine, dark wood, studded with what seemed to be iron. I could get past it, both the wall and the gate something I could climb with ease. I could kick the gate open, too. Yet I did not. Instead, I found myself walking forwards, thumping of metal on stone resuming, then my left hand knocking on the gate. Three times. Hard, with an interval of a second between knocks. Boom. Boom. Boom. Then I waited. (Open for interactions 'n testing! First post in a long time, so please be gentle with your judgement. Also, person description will come once the interaction starts.)

*Tachanka sets up his mounted LMG* "LMG! MOUNTED! AND LOADED!"

[quote]"The greatest bonds are those formed in battle," -Unknown[/quote] [b][u]Friends Again[/u][/b] [i]Dojo Woods, 02:07[/i] Vex units were teleporting from nowhere, seemingly. JJ was fighting the Vex, alone. There were at least 100. Give or take 50 more than that. Goblins, Hobgoblins, Harpies, Minotaurs. Hell, even a few Hydras. He was doing a good job. He was using Zen Meteor to take out the Hydras first. After that, it was hand to hand combat. He was punching goblins, while also laying down some fancy footwork. A shoulder charge here and there. JJ tanked 10 Line Rifle shots. They didn't seem to bother him. He noticed some of the Hobgoblins were being picked off. "For once," he said, "I need someone that won't beat the living crap out of me." "Very funny. No, I'm actually here to help. I wish I could say that about the rest of my family," a female voice answered. A familiar female voice. He didn't lose his concentration. He uppercutted a charging Minotaur. And the Warlock kicked it away, pulling out a shotgun and putting multiple blasts into it. "Some fancy footwork you got there, Sarah." She punched a Goblin in it's radiolaria. She shot a harpy down with a shotgun before answering, "Yeah. I've been practicing. I'm sick of losing to my dad in hand to hand combat." She grabbed a minotaur, saying, "Catch," and throwing it towards him. He punched it in half. "Well, Titans kinda know what we're doing when we run out of ammo." "Or you do it for fun. Lunar, Dynamite." Sarah's own Zen Meteor appeared in her hands as she sniped down multiple harpies that were on JJ's tail. "So when you ask for your Zen Meteor, you say dynamite. That's interesting. I say Laser Beam when I call out for mine," he noted. JJ pulled out his Hawksaw and started to mow down goblins. Neither if them were distracted by their own conversations. "So if we were to coordinate team attacks with the Zen Meteors, we'd be saying the Exotic Perk to call it out." "Uh-huh." "Okay, we gotta try that sometime. That sounds like a fun way to DPS." "It's better than Blake screaming [i]Peregrine Greaves[/i] at the top of his lungs." She laughed, switching to her Cocytus Sr4. "Minotaur behind you is down," Sarah called out. "Thank you, that torch hammer hurt." "Not as bad as being pummeled by Mason... Is that too soon?" "No. That was pretty good. Yep a few Harpies were behind you. They're dead now." "It's been a while since we fought side-by-side." "Yeah. Remember during King's Fall when Jacob put us on ad-clearing duty during Golgoroth?" "Yeah we wrecked those motherf**kers." "Well, there are a lot of Vex asking for death." "Sure, but I want try something." The Warlock flew into the air with her wings of fire. A fiery sword formed in her right hand, and she rained hellfire onto some minotaurs. Then she floated safely back down, without the sword. "That's so cool. Let me show you what I can do," he said. He summoned his sentinel shield, and used it to kill some harpies, then threw it, killing multiple goblins and hobgoblins. Both guardians continued to fight the Vex, while keeping up a good conversation Within an hour, every last Vex unit was dead. JJ looked to Sarah, "Hey, thanks." "Huh?" "For watching my back." "It's not a problem. I'm used to it. Thank you for the talk and the trip down memory lane. That shield work was very impressive." "I should say the same about you and hurling hellfire with that sword from midair. Takes skill and coordination." "Well fought, old friend." She started to walk away. "Wait... so does this mean... we're friends?" He asked. "Depends. Have you found a way to cope with the fact that I'm in love with someone else?" She asked. "Yeah. I gotta busy schedule these days. I don't need to be brooding over the past. I really shouldn't have in the first place. It was a very stupid idea." "What's on the schedule today?" She asked, jokingly. "Let's see here. It's 4:15 am? I have about 4 hours to rest and refresh until something invades, a monster shows up, or until Blake starts screaming Bloody Murder." "Good luck with that," she told him, "I gotta go." "Alright. Maybe you can watch my back in another horde fight." "Heh. It's your call," she said. She was out of his sight within minutes. [spoiler]Closed.[/spoiler][spoiler]That's right. They're friends.[/spoiler][spoiler]Deal with it, Can.[/spoiler][spoiler]I better do it now to make his possible perma-death more meaningful.[/spoiler]

[b][i][url=https://youtu.be/sc6msdpN0DU]Fried Chicken and Coffee[/url][/i][/b] [b]Inside Dojoville, McDonalds[/b] [i]Behind perhaps one of the sketchiest restaurants to ever exist, an old [url=http://www.compacindustriesny.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/IMG_1399.jpg]garbage truck[/url] was parked, a man standing at the rear of it. On his head, a trashcan lid, his clothes a dirty sleeveless denim jacket with denim short shorts. On his feet, a pair of old boots. A cigarette hung lit from his mouth, and in one hand was a bottle of liquor. His hair was down to his shoulders, and he sported glorious muttonchops. His arms were tattooed, and he seemed to be rooting through the trash with them to load stuff into his truck, which was running, its engine loud as black smoke poured from the mufflers. A loud and obnoxious sound came from inside, some hard rock song that sounded like it was recorded in a garage. Throwing three entire trash cans into the back of his truck, he walked around to the front, burping and taking a gulp of liquor. Opening the truck door, he threw the bottle in and prepared to head off for more trash. After all, he was Trashcan Jesus. [/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

"After I was shown around the premises by Quincy, I went off on my own to seek training. Word of my oddly specific details of my request spread so widely even though I'd only been at it an hour, people began to assume I was the new blood asking a lot of specific questions. Everyone I spoke to had one thing in common, ALL OF THEM DANCED AROUND MY -blam!-ING QUESTION!!!! I was losing hope and getting irritated. After four more hours I was about to throw in the towel when I was called out to from behind. I saw an unfamiliar figure. The person spoke..."

Name: Johnathan Sazial. Race: formerly human, now reincarnated fallen angel Powers: flight, advanced offensive magic, supernatural charisma and charm. Equipment: Scared Gear: True Longinus. Powers included are yet to be discovered since this fan character's weapon's abilities tend to change with the wielder. He can use only its most basic functions like extending energy projection. Taking place after the events of all of the Light Novels written by Ichiei Ishibumi, after the apocalypse was sealed by the leaders of the angels, sldemons, and fallen angels relictantly joinned forces and eventually gave themselves up for the sake of the world and its inhabitants that they were once at war over. However, the demon king's wife Greyfia became a stray demon and went on a rampage. This transformation was too much for anyone to handle. Jonathan's entire immediate family was tortured to death then violated in front of him one by one. When it was his turn, Johnathan felt an overwhelming strength rising within him. And at last manifested his sacred gear, True Longinus, the original and most powerful sacred gear. Not knowing he had no way to control it nor did he know how to use any abilities, she desperately tried to flee. Johnathan subconscious thrust the spear at her and was surprised at it extended. However she escaped to the space between dimensions. With no way to follow he sunk into despair. Until, an angel with black wings appeared to him and offered to reincarnate him as one of them, and immediately accepted. First thing he did after the painful and traumatic transformation, he started gather information on where Greyfia fled to. He got nothing to help for no her from anyone he asked. All he got was "you should master your sacred gear. You have no hope of beating her until you do. Even as a fallen angel, you aren't one naturally, making a pure blooded super class demon gone ssss+ tier stray is like comparing a single ant to the most fear monster from the most terrifying legend imaginable. So stop being a whining little bitch and get stronger!" And so he researched locations where he may receive training to exact his revenge. And thats how he gor here. This is one my first role play characters so if its cliche and shitty as a concept then lay off, I'm new to this.

[spoiler]I Live!!![/spoiler] A rancorous din of thunder resounded about the Dojo on a certain evening. Rain fell in buckets and lightning leaped in a great spectacle in the sky. As the storm reached its peak, a lone figure moved quickly up the stairs to the doors of the Dojo. The figure then proceeded to pound on the doors. [spoiler]Open. Character intro.[/spoiler]

[b]A Stranger from another Galaxy[/b] [u]Time: 6 a.m. location: near the dojo[/u] [i]A unknown spacecraft is seen landing in a clearing in the woods nearby. Its strange in its make and design. It's a charcoal grey im color and its no larger than a blimp in size. The door on the ship open on its side and a person is seen walking out of it. The figure is wearing a solid black jumpsuit and helmet covering its face. It activates something on its wrist and it ship cloaks itself as the figure is walking towards the dojo. As it walks towards the dojo a little tiny robot is sitting on the figure's right shoulder. It's looking around as the figure walks closer. When it gets closer it pulls off its helmet and looks around wondering what this place is. Its a female with electric blue hair, fuchsia colored eyes, and purplish grey skin. She is clearly not from here at all as she knocks on the gate.[/i] [spoiler]open new character[/spoiler]

[b]The Mountains[/b] [b]A man sits by a fire in a cave he had found, hoping for someone to find him. It had been a cold winter, one that had come suddenly and unexpectedly. All he had were his precious scrolls and his books of knowledge. He let smoke out through the mouth of the cave, hoping someone could see. He did not know how long he had been there, only that he would die soon if he did not find food. The last time he ate was three days ago, a lost deer. He could die in that cold, and his knowledge would be lost. He had no strength left to cast a spell, and collapsed on the floor by his fire.[/b]

[spoiler]There's supposed to be a pic ^^^[/spoiler] “With great power comes great responsibility....said some old guy in a comic and a couple of movies. You know, that’s great and all, but power doesn’t seem to come with some handbook on responsability or anything that could help me with know WHAT THE F*CK I’M DOING!...Sorry, I shouldn’t swear on this log thing, should I?” A teenage girl sat on her bed, her phone sitting across from her on a dresser with the camera on and recording video. She was in comfortable, loose sweatpants and a loose t-shirt with her long brown hair down so it was resting on her shoulders. “Okay, I’m off to a great start, aren’t I?” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. The girl was obviously very overwhelmed and tired, but had a hint of excitement held at bay behind her bright green eyes. “I can just cut that all out….Okay….” She shook her head and made a few strange noises to loosen herself up before turning back to the camera with a wide smile. “Hello, I’m V...I mean, I’m Victoria B. Hazlette. Most just call me V though. Umm….Where do I start?” V looked around in thought for a few moments until she came up with something and returned her focus onto the camera. “It all started yesterday, I guess. How do I put this?” Large, white, and feathery wings burst from her back and one crashed through a window by her side. She winced and pulled her wing back inside the room. “That went better in my head….Well, yeah. I’VE GOT WINGS! A-And I can f*cking fly and sh*t too! It’s f*cking awesome and I feel so free and and and...UGH! It’s just so cool!” The girl giggled and seemed to lose herself in her excitement for a bit. “I also can like, control air with my movements and my mind...it’s crazy, man. This is like other worldy sh*t. I used to just be some normal *ss girl in highschool, but now look at me! I’m like a mother f*cking superhero! Now, if only I had a cool *ss name…” There was banging on the door. “Sorry, uncle! I’m going to bed right away!” The girl leaned forward and turned off the camera in a hurry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [url=http://www.bungie.net]Dojo Place Area Thingy I honestly don’t know The Next Day[/url] In the sky a large portal formed and from it came a large figure, crashing down to the ground. When it impacted a few thousand feet away a ton of dust went flying into the air and the sound of it crashing into trees could be heard. [spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Omega, O'Malley-- Whatever You Call It, It's Still Rage[/u][/b] [i]Dojoville, 12:00[/i] Chase was walking around downtown with a puma following at his side. His sword was on his back. He was wearing an orange T-shirt, and jean shorts. He was also wearing a pair if blue Nikes. All of sudden, out of nowhere, a wolf began to attack him. The wolf lunged for Chase, and with his quick reflexes, he easily blocked with sword. The puma quickly started to attack the wolf. Her claws charged with Arc Energy. She was driven back as the wolf struck again, his claws also charged with the same energy. Within seconds, the wolf morphed into a Bladedancer Hunter in Iron Companion gear. He appeared to be using two knives. Chase was locked into combat with the Hunter, the two clashing with the Puma occasionly driving the Bladedancer to change his stance. [spoiler]Open. Held either the Bladedancer, or Chase.[/spoiler]

[b][u]Chapter 8- The Space Station Shortly after the attack on the mothership[/u][/b] [i]After clearing the mothership of enemies. Osprey and the others on board returned to their duties. He led his companions into a room with a table in the middle. The table had a large touch pad on it and he pressed a few buttons, turning it on. It shined with a hologram of a space station in front of those around the table. [/i] "This is our next target. We believe that Peregrine has access to powerful weapons from this space station..." [spoiler]open for space group [/spoiler]