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Avenger Dissasembled Part 1   There comes a time in every man's life when he must change; a point when the way he lived is no longer suitable for the way he is. Age, injury, sickness, the big x-factors; no matter how good you have, they can take it all away. This change can often kill the man; not physically, though. Hell, not even mentally. Change can do damage that nothing can heal and change can kill a man's soul.  Location: The North Shore of Ireland; Malin Chance Barton had just put on his new spiffy uniform and stood in front of the mirror, flexing his muscles and thinking about how cool he looked. It was moments like these that he was glad he had signed up with the Fraternity and fell into the ranks of the IRA sanctioned Saints. The suit was all black with a material closely similar to leather and was covered with little arrows of scarlet plastic. It was the perfect detriment to his biological father's costume, the Avenger known as Hawkeye. Lowering his glance to the table next to him, Chance picked up his gear, a modified crossbow and small quiver. He placed each on opposing upper outside thighs, a grin encasing his face as he spoke silently. "It's almost time father..in a few hours you go home...or at least away from here." Almost on cue, his door slid open, and Chance turned to face it as a man walked inside the room. The man was lean , with dark blonde hair and glowing red eyes. In his hand was a mask that was very familiar to the young man. The visitor spoke in a light voice, extending the mask towards the younger Barton.  "It be time mate. Ye be meetin up wit Sean in an hour." Chance nodded his head and then looked at the man's hand. The man continued, speaking in a deep Irish accent with a touch of Australian mixed in for good measure. "Dis belonged ta Trickshot Chance..Wear it wit honor..eh?" Chance's brows lowered almost angrily as he took the mask from the Man's hand and slipped it along his brow, then guiding it along the brim of his nose. Chance replied. "Of course Dominic..he was the closest thing I ever had to a father.." The young man quickly caught himself before continuing. "Outside of you and Sean that is. I take it Azad contacted you with Hawkeye's location?" Dominic Lyncoln, better known to the world at large as Lync Gevoel responded in return.  "Aye mate...dis is da time we been waitin fa. Don take da shot though..Ah wan dat.."  Lync paused for a brief second, almost as if he were reflecting on some past event, namely the moment Clint Barton took away every human feeling he would ever know with a well placed arrow to his neck.  "Nada...ah deserve dat one fa what da bloke took from me."  Chance nodded as Lync raised a hand and placed it on his shoulder, tapping his hand on it twice.  "We be God's chosen mate....neva forget ya place in da new world order."  Lync then lifted his hand from Chance's shoulder and tapped his cheek lightly, a grim look of confidence on his face. He then lowered his hand completely and turned away, moving back towards the entrance of the door and speaking along the way.  "Azad will have Hawkeye in position..Sein Fein."  As the door closed, Chance turned and began his walk towards another exit, his mission already etched in his mind, right or wrong, tonight would change everything.  Avenger Dissasembled Part 2 The Location: District X, Mutant Town The skies were black, and the rain poured like tears from a grieving mother. The sound of it hitting the pavement filled the would-be silent night with a repetitive and dull pounding. The roof tops echoed the pounding, giving the only solace in the cold night air. Something was eerie about this storm, yet it appeared fitting given the situation. It was on these same docks four years before, on this very date, that Clint Barton thought he had breathed his last breaths. To this day, he could hear gunfire and it would curl his soul, bring out a side of the archer he never would never admit to. Fear. A point blank shot to his head, the fainting images of life fading to darkness, an accent, a man called Sean Eamon that took his life for the briefest of moments. Clint lifted his hand to his ear, pressing a small comm-link, even as the rain dripped along his face. "Azad..I'm here and you were right. The lights are on at the old shipping dock. How long before Ty get's here. I'm probably gonna need backup on this one." Clint adjusted his visors and zoomed in on the building before speaking again. "I count at least fifteen armed on the dock...not sure how many on the boat itself." A voice came back through his earpiece. "Ty's coming in dark and low in the inlet. He's maintaining radio silence for now but will be in position when we go in." Clint nodded his head and spoke back. "Copy that. I'm good to go. You ready?" The voice belonging to Azad came through again. "Let's do this." Wiping the rain from his visors, Clint took another look, spotting two men exiting the boat and walking towards the nearby building. Another man exited the building. It was him for sure. Sean Eamon. Clint mumbled to himself. "After all this time...I got you motherfucker." Clint quickly gained his composure, even as the men shared greetings by handshake.  Taking out his bow, Clint reached to his quiver and traced his fingertips along the brail encoded ends of the arrows. After making his selection and loading it to the bowline carefully, he pulled it back to his cheekbone, feeling the tension of the bowstring as he did so. The creek of the bow bending was like music to his ears, ringing out in the night air. He sat perched on the building across the street, poised for what would happen. -CRASH!!- Something else was happening down on the ground, and in that instant, the arrow went flying. It struck above the nearby building with a thunk and Clint pulled tight on the rope, then wrapped the other end around a steel pipe that came up from the roof next to him. Slinging his bow across the rope, he slid down effortlessly and forced his body to go limp, rolling across and then picking himself up when his momentum slowed down. He drew two shock arrows, setting them on the bow and pulled back, letting loose at two men who he guessed were bodyguards. The men both fell immediately as their bodies lit up the night in a light blue electric hue and hum.  Before Clint could load his bow up again, a shot rang out, and he felt a jolt to his chest. Shaking off the bullet, he wiped his Kevlar clean, and looked at the broken bow in his hands. A man slowly walked towards Clint, fazing in and out of vision through the rain falling. The man spoke in an Irish accent. "Not so tough without the bow, are ya bitch?" Carefully watching the thug, he circled around slowly, and placed his hand near his thigh. They stared off for a few moments, neither moving. Clint recognized him. It was Sean Eamon. The man he had for so long attempted to catch up to and fate had finally allowed him the chance. Clint let out a sarcastic sound from his lips. "Heh..." Dipping down fast, he ran in, just as Sean teleported out of the way. The Irishman appeared next to Clint just as he passed and dropped a well placed fist to the back of Clint's head, knocking him off balance to the ground. The man laughed and then spoke. "You flinched." Sean reached to his leg, pulling a gun from its holster and raising it towards the archer. "Your lucky I owe someone for losing his long lost love.." Sean walked over to Clint and slammed his head to the pavement with his boot, then leaned forward placing the gun to the back of Clint's head. He spoke again, this time almost mockingly. "Game over bloke." No sooner had the words left Sean's lips, a bright light erupted behind them and a portal opened. A man walked through with red glowing eyes. Avenger Disassembled Part 3   The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and it doesn't care how tough you are. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. It isn't about how hard you get hit though, it's about how hard you can get up and keep moving forward. For as long as he could remember, Chance had wanted this opportunity; the opportunity to strike back at his father for every wrong he felt Clint Barton had caused on his life. Chance stood in the shadows and looked on as Lync arrived, watching as his biological father lay on the ground with a gun barrel to the back of his head. The only word that came to his mind was poetic justice, which happened to be the same thing the elder Barton was thinking. Clint had caught the burst of light from his peripheral vision and he knew someone else was on the scene now. He also knew that he to make his move now or the chance may not arrive again. The waking dream came to an end when an alarm came to life. It was show time. This was the fearful yet real dream that Clint had been fighting years to overcome. When Sean noticed the light, he turned his head for a split second in the light's direction. "You're early Lync." Of course Sean would not say what he had intended to do in the next few seconds had Lync not arrived. He would have taken care of the archer the same way Lync had tried to so many times, yet Sean would not have played any psychological games with the archer and allowed him to escape. It would be light's out. Clint however used the distraction to his advantage, twisting his body with his arms and hips to knock Sean off balance. The gun bounced to the pavement as Sean lost his footing and fell into a split crotched position. Sean considered going after the gun but realized it was useless at this close range. Both men were lethal weapons in their own rights. A gun was really just an afterthought. Clint looked upwards in Lync's direction as he quickly made his way to his feet and then turned his attention back to Sean. "I should have known you'd be here too. Lucky me...I get to kick your ass too." That was mostly for bravado and Clint knew that, especially when he heard Lync speak in reply. "Ye have nada idea mate." Lync turned his head to the shadows and called out. The portal behind him closed rapidly as he spoke until it was completely erased from the night. "Azad! Chance! Nada need fa ah charade now mates." Clint's eyes widened as he saw Azad walk out and stop next to Lync, mumbling under his breath. All the while however, Sean hadn't made an attack move on Clint which confused the archer even more. Just what the hell was going on here? Clint shook his head but shifted his eyes to look at his teammate for a brief moment, speaking in raspy voice in disgust. "Nice...I guess it's true what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer." Azad flashed a shit eating grin as he spoke to Clint. "Ditto asshole. How does it feel to be betrayed by one of your own?" Before Azad could speak again, Lync spoke out in a demanding manner. "Silence Azad!" He then turned his attention to Sean, nodding his head slightly in his direction. Sean nodded in return, whispering something in Gaelic before raising his right hand to press a small button on his left wrist and disappeared completely, teleporting away from Clint and across the dock yard where he re-appeared. Sean lifted his finger into the shape of a gun and jolted it before moving his finger to his lips and blowing on it. Lync placed his hands to his sides as his eyes slowly dimmed into their natural hues, relaxing in his stance. Clint however was still confused. He was apparently outnumbered and something just didn't feel right about the entire situation. A figure appeared of the shadows and into the light. Clint strained his eyes until the young man's face came into view from the light of nearby dock lights. Clint felt as if he knew already who it was the closer the young man came to him, yet, he had never seen him before in his life. The young man stopped a few feet away from Clint and spoke, his facial expression stoic. "Hello dad."   Avenger Disassembled Part 4 When I look you in your eyes I can see my own, Straight love manifested in flesh and bone.   The words spoken by the younger Barton caught the elder one by surprise, emotionally stunned him long enough that he lost complete focus on how dire his current situation was. Clint's eyes focused on the young man before him, taking in the sight of eyes that looked very much like his own before he blurted out emphatically. "Bullshit." For a very brief moment, there appeared to be an expression of hurt on the younger Barton's face. Clint continued on however, turning his eyes away from Chance and towards Lync. "This is your doing ain't it Nic?" Lync did not respond, instead he stood with a smile entrenched on his face triumphantly. In every way that mattered, this was the revenge he had wanted on Hawkeye for many years since his accident occurred by Clint's hand. Lync would call it the day of retribution when the child would strike down the father in blood as atonement for the elder's sins.  After a moment of silence, Lync spoke up, his eyes beginning to glow red once more in the night air. "It be true Barton...ye can thank ole Buck fa dat." Before Lync could finish his words however, Clint felt a violent smash upon his face, levied by the hand of the young man in front of him. It was enough to rattle his teeth and force Clint to stagger to one knee. Another force fist to his face quickly followed the first, knocking Clint backwards far enough that he had to catch himself with his hand to keep from falling completely to the pavement. Clint spit blood from his mouth, the result of a bit inner jaw and busted lip that was now mixing with the continuing rainfall. Chance yelled out to his father repeatedly, reaching for Clint's chin and forcibly tilting his head upwards to greet his eyes. "OCTOBER 12TH! Do YOU REMEMBER?!?" Chance pulled back his hand and slapped Clint across the face repeatedly, then reached for the crossbow perched on his upper leg while dropping his father's chin and standing up, execution style. Chance yelled out again, lifting the crossbow and directing its sights at his father. "DO YOU REMEMBER ME?!?" Clint eyes watered up when he heard the date. How could he not remember that date? It was the day that his first child would have been born had Bobbi not lost it. How did this man know that though....Unless he was telling the truth. Clint shook his head in disbelief and whispered softly through hurried breaths. "It can't be..." Lync had already began his walk towards the two Barton's during the aggression by Chance, still smiling approvingly. He placed a hand on Chance's shoulder from behind. "Chance..." Chance spun around quickly, placing the tip of an arrow from the crossbow against his mentor's forehead, looking Lync straight in the eye. "Don't touch me motherfucker!" Lync's eyes began to grow a brighter red as Chance yelled at him and Sean took notice. For all of Sean's bouts with near insanity, Chance had become very much like his own son. His hand slowly slipped to his wrist, pressing a button on his transport device. He completely vanished in the night and reappeared behind Lync, pulling a combat knife and literally stabbing Lync in the back. Lync did not feel the thrust of the blade into his back but did notice how he jolted forward from the impact. He also knew who had done this to him already. Sean's glance met Chance's as Lync turned around, grabbing Sean by the throat and using his telekinesis to slowly begin closing the Irishman's trachea. "Ye would dare mate?!?" Chance felt this was not right now...apparently something else had been planned by Lync that he did not about although it was apparent to him now that Sean did.    Avenger Disassembled Part 5 Life is not determined by your past judgements or failures. No, it is determined by what you do with the second chances that life lays in front of you. The location: The docks of District X The participants: Hawkeye, Chance Barton, Lync Gevoel, Sean Eamon, and Azad The time: The present...for now. Ever since the white even had occurred, the one that many referred to in this world as the House of M, Lync Gevoel had been etched in a never ending psychological war with Clint Barton. Both men were out of place in this world since the white event caused by the mutant witch, Wanda Maximoff. Memories had been warped, realities tied together by events that neither man could have known of. To Clint Barton and Lync Gevoel, they had known each other since they were teenagers in a carney. Yet, to one man, all of this had to be changed and he had gone through many ordeals to assure that his future would be changed for the better. No more destruction and poverty..his world would live again....and to accomplish this feat, Clint Barton had to die by his own son's hand. Lync was furious as he held Sean Eamon in a telekinetic choke hold, a man that he called a friend for many years since his arrival in this timeline. Blood ran profusely down the Irishman's back. He yelled out in the direction of Sean as the man dangled limply in the thin air. "Ye may have signed ye own death certificate mate!" Sean's eyes stayed focused on Chance as the man slowly faded into unconsciousness. Chance in turn knew this was his chance and raised his hand to the sky, looking in Azad's direction. No soon has his glance met the large dark skinned elemental than lighting ran down from the night heaven, striking Lync wear he stood. Lync dropped to one knee immediately, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter to regain strength even as his clothes smoked in the aftermath. Chance knew this was his only chance. He turned to face Clint again who seemingly was completely stunned by all that was going on and spoke in a hurried voice. "We got four seconds old man" Clint seemingly came to his senses as the young man spoke again but gave him a confused look. Clint replied. "Four seconds for what?" Before another word could be spoke, two gun's levitated from Lync's holsters attached to his upper legs  and into the air, one firing immediately in Azad's direction. A single dart zipped through the air, hitting the elemental in  his neck. The second gun rose in the air and begin spinning in a circle, almost as if it was playing a game of Russian roulette. Lync had not forgotten Sean however and had already outstretched his hand in his direction, lifting his former friend in the air in a tk field. Lync stood and rushed in his direction in mad dash, jumping into the air and beginning a upside down roundhouse kick, catching Sean with his foot beneath his chin. Just as he made contact, Lync released his grip on Sean and his neck snapped, sending the man hurling backwards and to the ground where landed on his back in a solemn thud. Lync landed to the ground in a crotched position, staring in a disappointed manner at Chance. All the while, Azad could already feel the effects of the poison that was introduced through the dart fired at him moments earlier by Lync. A swift wind came out of nowhere and lifted him in the air, taking him away from the conflict in a last ditch effort to get to the antidote he knew he would need to prolong his life. Chance knew he had to hurry or all of this would be for nothing. He had been trained to fight and survive but he had never gained complete control of his powers; to use them meant he had to focus all of his will. Most of the time, this left Chance in a vulnerable state of mind and he had to rely on instinct. Lync slowly raised from the crotched position, willing one of his guns to lower back into his hand. Shaking his head from side to side, he raised the gun in Clint's direction, speaking in a low Irish drawl. "Ye disappoint me boy...ah thought ye wanted dis as much as me...now ye show ye true colors...eh?" Lync pulled back on the hammer of the gun and steadied his finger on the trigger, confident in this moment being the true end to the game between he and Hawkeye. Clint began to move his left hand towards his belt for a trick arrowhead, sure that he would have to find a way out once more. The man that claimed to be his son was the wild card however. Chance and Clint both remained quiet however but Chance met his mentor's eyes with a confident stare. Lync spoke once more. "It's been fun Barton..too bad ye did'na join me when ye had da chance. Ah'll see ye in hell." Lync pulled on the trigger and the dark flew out of the barrel of the gun. Chance jumped in front of his father, pulling a small round device from his belt and slamming it against his father's chest. Chance forced his will, slowing time into almost a standstill as he moved. He could see the dart getting closer to him and then turned his head towards his father, pushing him out of the way with his hand. Chance spoke although his voiced seemed like it was in slow motion. "Fooooooooouuuuuuurrrrr ssseeccccoooooonnnnndddddssss....saaaavvveeeee meeeeee daaaaaaaaaaadddd......Pleeeeeeaaaasssseeeee........." Everything was in slow motion now and Clint seemed to be stuck in slow motion as well, yet his mind raced along at normal speed. He realized what was happening now, even as the dart hit Chance in his neck and the young man began his slow decent to the pavement. The device that Chance had placed on Clint's chest began to blink quickly, engulfing the archer in a bright white light. 4, 3, 2, 1...and Clint was gone. Lync screamed out, dropping the gun instinctively and reaching to catch Chance at the last possible instant in his arms, yet yelling out and still trying to reach Clint with his other outstretched hand. "NOoooooooooOOOOOOOOoooOOooooo!" When the light faded, time resumed it's normal course and Lync lowered his head solemnly, speaking in a near whisper. "No boy..dis was our chance.....where did you send him?!?" Lync picked Chance up in his arms, raising to stand and cradling the young man along his neck with one arm, the other underneath his legs. His eyes began to glow and he raised them both up off of the ground and into the air. He had sixty minutes to give Chance the antidote or he would lose both Barton's this night.    Epilogue: Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. The Location: A whole new world...maybe? It had been a week since Clint awoke in a cold snowy field in the country and made his way to the city of Manhattan. He had no idea how he got there or why but residents in the small nearby town spoke of a bright light in the heavens the night that he arrived. Clint knew who he was but something about this place didn't make sense to him. People didn't recognize him the way he thought they would after the Chitauri invasion. He was even missing his military I.D.. He had a card in his wallet that said Avengers on it and a picture of him in a purple mask. All he could think about it was it must have been one wild night. After a few days of research and finding out where he actually lived again (He had went to some place in Manhattan where he thought he had a place and woke up by an old woman he slipped into bed with.) and clearing up the misunderstanding about it all, he was finally thinking he was in need of a psychologist. That was for later though and tonight he had work to do. After hours of waiting, someone finally came into the bar he had been staking out. Clint listened attentively through his hearing aide as the men spoke, making sure not to look interested "The folder wasn't there either Nick." An Irish man was standing near the bar speaking with another man. Only this one was in a fine Armani silk suite. "Then go to the next location and continue your search. Both our asses are on the line here." The man left, leaving the other at the bar. He had been given direct orders to find the information on the 7 Year Theory by Patrick O'Leary of the IRA. If he failed the cause again, he would surely lose his immigrant status and most likely, his life. 

*Heph pushed Dite in the wheeled chair, hoping that the change of scenery would help her heal faster, and stave off the cabin fever she had mentioned.*

Name: Damien LestatAlias: NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: VampireAge: Over 480 years old(looks to be in early to mid twenties)Birthday: June 13thSign: GeminiFamily: Mother(deceased), sister(deceased), father(missing)Birthplace: RomaniaOccupation: Entrepreneur, Philanthropist, CEOHeight: 5'11"Weight: 171lbsEye Color: RedHair: WhiteWeapons/Equipment: NoneAttributes: Enhanced strength, speed, endurance, immortality, master manipulator and deceiver.Bio: Over 400 years ago a noble family was butchered in their castle in Romania by the nearby villagers. The family was accused of being vampires. Damien was only a child when he witnessed his sister and mother's murders. He swore revenge for their deaths. One night, he wandered down to the village...and slaughtered everyone. But his vengeance was not yet satisfied, for there was one other person responsible for his family's death. The night of the murder, Damien's father fled and left his family to their undeserved fate. Damien vowed to find the man who dared call himself his father and make him pay for abandoning his family. Over the next few centuries, Damien began building up a mass wealth through trading in order to build the necessary connections that would help him find his father. Nowadays, Damien is a successful billionaire business owner, a celebrity, and considered by the populace to be a hero for his charity in the medical industry. But it's all a lie. In truth, Damien despises humans and longs for the day when they're hollow, disgusting race is brought their knees before his kind begging for mercy...only to find none at the hands of Damien Lestat.Theme Song~ If I Was Your Vampire by Marilyn Manson 

A new up and coming rpg copied and pasted Deeper Than Blood's roles word for word. Including roles that are exclusive to us, (roles that we for the most part made up). Such as Shadow-Kissed Anna and Saint Vladimir. The characters themselves belonged to Richelle Mead, but the Vampire Academy books provided limited information. We made up everything about them, so we do not appreciate others sealing their information from us. They changed the playbys, but otherwise kept everything else. Every rpg, help site and premades site has to deal with jocking occasionally. We have dealt with it twice before, but never, EVER like this. Rather than make the effort to write up their own roles, they chose to copy and paste ours. The proof is here: Our blog: https://i42.tinypic.com/208uv12.pngTheirs:https://i42.tinypic.com/npns3p.pngYou still need prof after that?well then here... This roles where written out by our Lissa before there was every any info about this characters. and they kept it word by word still...Ours:https://i44.tinypic.com/35bgzyv.pngTheirs:https://i42.tinypic.com/29ckldt.pngAs you can see, they copied it word for word. They only changed the playby to somebody else. All of their other roles look the same as ours as well. The profile itself is still blank, so who is to say that they haven't stolen our codes as well? OR YOURS? https://www.roleplayer.me/view_profile.php?member_id=141198Please block this rpg and repost this bulletin to avoid anymore stealing. 

Name: AzorAlias(s): The Wizard, The Timeless One, The Mystic, The All-KnowingSex: MaleRace/Species: HumanAge: Approximately 4000 years old(looks to be in his thirties)Birthday: October 28thSign: ScorpioFamily: NoneBirthplace: UnknownOccupation: Wizard, scientist, alchemist, archaeologist, doctorHeight: 6'3"Weight: 220 lbsEye Color: SilverHair: NoneWeapons/Equipment: Spell books, magical amulets, seeing stones, staff,  various magical objectsAttributes: Master sorcerer, master scientist, master alchemist, genius IQ, trained to physical peak, master in all forms of magic, eternal life and youthBio: The history and origins surrounding Azor are shrouded in mystery. Some saw he is a man who sold his soul for immortality and immeasurable power. Others believe he is a god and holds some kind of holy power. He can vouch for neither of those claims. If he were asked, he would reply that he simply and a curious man who wished to know the meaning of things he did not yet understand. At some point during the earliest years of his unnaturally long life, he discovered the secret to immortality and youth. With his newly found longevity, he divulged into the arts of magic and as time moved on and the world became more modern, he took up science as well. These days he lives in seclusion constantly researching and trying to find the truth to the mysteries of the world.Theme Song~ Kings and Queens by 30 Seconds to Mars 

Name: SteliosAlias(s): NoneSex: MaleRace/Species: Demi-godAge: 25Birthday: August 25thSign: VirgoFamily: Mastinos(father, deceased), Athena(mother), Zeus(grandfather), Metis(grandmother)Birthplace: Athens, GreeceOccupation: formerly a soldier of AthensHeight: 5'10"Weight: 179lbsEye Color: GreyHair: BlondeWeapons/Equipment: NoneAttributes: Highly intelligent, adaptability, sword and shield expert, expert strategistBio: Stelios was the child of Athena and a Spartan named Mastinos. Athena, ashamed and humiliated on Olympus for giving herself to an enemy of her city of Athens, doomed Mastinos and Stelios to an eternity of torment carried out personally by Hades. Stelios survived, but his father's soul did not. Time and again he escaped the Underworld to seek out Athena and time and again he was recaptured, each time sentenced to torture more painful than the last. Stelios refused to give up and has once again escaped from Hades, seeking his mother's aid, unaware of what she has done to him.Theme Song~ Go the Distance by Michael Bolton

Name: John AlexanderAlias(s): The Messenger, The Hand of GodSex: MaleRace/Species: HumanAge: 27Birthday: September 7thSign: VirgoFamily: Nicholas Alexander(father, deceased), Mary Alexander(mother, deceased), Sarah Alexander(sister, comatose)Birthplace: Long Island, New YorkOccupation: Reverend Height: 5'11"Weight: 185lbsEye Color: BlueHair: SilverWeapons/Equipment: Two revolvers, double-barreled shotgun, knives, holy water ampules, rosary, holy BibleAttributes: Marksman, hand-to-hand combatant, has memorized nearly every page of the bible.Bio: Sooner or later God'll cut you down... Those were the words John Alexander's father would always say. John was born into devoted Catholic family. He would go to church every Sunday, say grace with his family at every meal, say his morning and evening prayers, and would never question the lord's will. Throughout his entire childhood, he blieved that the Lord would always keep him and his family safe... until that nightOn a Sunday evening, John's home was set on fire by a serial arsonist. John and his sister, Sarah, survived, but his parents did not. They were out into the care of the church they had attended their entire lives. John, in an attempt to be closer to God and his parents, grew up to become a reverend. All seemed well for the Alexander orphans. It did not last, however.Sarah was kidnapped one night and left for dead on the church doorstep. She had been raped and beaten by a local gang of thugs to the point where she was forced into a coma. The doctors said she might never wake up.It was at this point that John began to question the will of the Lord. He had always been faithful, so why was he being punished so much. Then, one day he had an epiphany. He believed that God had shown him all these terrible things for a reason, to show him how rotten the world had become, how far his children had fallen. He came to believe that God wanted him to carry out his will by punishing all those who had committed sin. It was from the day forward he vowed to carry out the Lord's justice.Theme Song~ God'll Cut You Down by Johnny Cash

Disclaimer: I shouldn't have to say this, especially on this website, but if I don't there will be some dummy who will be all like "OMG are you the real Rosalie(Nikki Reed)?" No I am not. Nikki is to busy doing everything for whatever she'd filming right now. And Rosalie is a made up character no matter how much you wish she and the rest of the Cullens could be real. I am simply a roleplayer. 1.) Momma Rosie/Rochester Raised; Both are my names. I have come up with both. Rochester Raised was what I was known as on myspace and on here before Breaking Dawn Part 1 came out. Then I made it Momma Rosie because of the protectiveness that came out in Rose towards Nessie and Bella.2.) 18+: I am over the age of 18. You don't need to know how much. I know that there aren't many mature themes other than violence/blood and "Breaking Houses" that are in the Twilight series, but if I want some to be in my roleplay than it will be. I'm just letting you know in advance that there may be mature themes in my roleplay.3.) Grammar & Spelling; Is a must. I may slip up every now and then. Everyone makes mistakes after all it's what makes us all human. But at least check over your writing before sending it. I know browsers such as Opera, Chrome and maybe Firefox have spell check, but you still need to check your grammar.4.) World Languages: I speak French, English and some Spanish. French is my first language. As you can see though that doesn't really effect my writing. My parents were from France and moved to the US when I was two. So I've been taught English since I was five. 5.) Para/Multi-Para/Novella - I do anything from Para on up. That means from one paragraph (5-7 well written sentences) to around six or seven is as high as I will go. I always try to give back what I get so if you send five well written paragraphs I will give you that back or close to that. If you give me one poorly written paragraph I may reply or I may not but it won't be my best writing. I DON'T REPLY TO ONE-LINERS.6.) Stealing; Don't do it. My pictures all either have "Momma Rosie" or "Rochester Raised" on them. I wrote the story on my page as well as anything else that is on my page. Just don't steal anything that's mine please and thank you.7.) God-modeing. Obviously, don't do it. As simple as that.8.) The last for now. I have an AU ending for Rosalie. It goes past Breaking Dawn. If you want to be cannon then so be it, but I prefer to go by my AU ending so if you'd like please read the second half of the bio on my page.  That's all for now. Please don't sign with 'read and understood' that's boring and how everyone signs rules.

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1. I am a para to novella Rper but I will accept the entire spectrum short of one liners as they don't give me enough to work with in order to reply. I like detail so I stress quality of quantity. I don't care if you can write me a book-ish reply length wise, if it's dull and boring I'm going to fall asleep long before I ever finish reading it. As long as you keep me interested in our rp, then I'll keep responding to you, if not don't be surprised if I fall silent. 2. I don't like pupeteering, godmoding, autoing, or metagaming. It's a quick way to annoy me so just don't do it. If you don't know the meaning of any one of those, then feel free to ask me and I'll try to explain it to you as best I can. 3. If you'd like to contact me outside of this site feel free to do so but make sure you identify yourself so I can recognize you and not flag you as spam.MSN: [email protected]. I work 40 hours a week, and have other RL responsibilities to attend to so I won't always be the most active. If it takes me awhile to get to you, be patient or if a week or more goes by and you still are waiting on a reply from me politely remind me as I may have forgotten.5. Yzak has a nasty temper, don't take it personal if he blows up in your face for some reason. I'll try to play his personality as closely as I can to what is portrayed in GS/GSD.6. I've been rping for six years or so now, I'm not new to rp or the drama that can sometimes come along with it. I'm tired of the drama fests after being involved in the MySpace community. Keep the drama away from me and out of my sight otherwise all parties involved will be removed from my list. I'll give one warning if I see it, a second offense and you will be deleted.I may add to this from time to time so check back occasionally to see if new rules have been added. To show you've read these rules completely you must answer a question in your post. What is your favorite Gundam character from any Gundam series?

Hephestus fathered many children, though he did not raise them, as most were created for a specific purpose.  Aglaea Eucleia Euthenia Eupheme Philophrosyne Aetna The Palici Cabeiro The Cabeiri Gaia Erichthonius Anticleia Periphetes by unknown mothers Ardalus Cercyon (possibly) Olenus Palaemonius, Argonaut Philottus Pylius Spinter (this roleplay character has other children, listed below) Tethys, a titaness, taking refuge with Hephestus after the titans fell, and the Olympians took over 1. Creed - Born without his father's knowledge, Creed was kidnapped by pirates and eventually became one. His mother poisoned him against his father, and he despises him. 8.Calypso 1.Gemma - the daughter of Hephestus and Calypso, an island nymph. Calypso is the daughter of Tethys, making Gemma the niece of her half brother, Creed. Calypso raised Gemma without Hephestus, she did not tell him about his daughter until Gemma was grown. Gemma did not know her father, and want to associate herself with the Olympians or the nymphs, and chose to live alone. She lived aline in peace and quiet until Creed's pirates killed her and the other daughters of Hephestus, and delivered their bodies to their father's forge, Hephestus laid his daughters to rest. But Ena was able to bring only one of her half sisters back to life, Gemma. For now, Gemma is living in her father's home, recovering emotionally from her violent death. 9. Zea 1.Riona - Born of a torrid love affair between the forge god and Zea, a nymph, Riona was created out of pure love. Zea read her daughter while still in the womb, and found that she was a rogue queen. Knowing that her daughter would be killed of she remained in the Grecian realm, Zea left with her child, never to see her lover again. Zea settled into the realm of dragons and merrows, transforming herself and her daughter into merrows. After Riona was born, Maia, queen of the nymphs, revealed to Zea's mind that she knew of her daughter, and would find them. In an effort to keep her beloved child safe, Zea left her daughter in the realm of dragons and merrows, and sacrificed herself to Maia, enduring decades of torture for the sake of her beloved baby. Riona went on to eventually marry the king of the realm, and gave birth to prince Drakon. He became engaged to Aphrodite, who gave birth to Alexandra, whom Hephestus adopted. A daughter of Alexandra, who was a rogue queen, prompted Hephestus to read the Queen, looking for answers. His read revealed that the Queen was indeed his long lost child. And eventually, the father and daughter rescued Zea from the nymphs, and now Riona finally has the relationship with her parents she craved her entire life 10. Aphrodite 1. Melanthe - Melanthe is the product of a drunken one night stand between Hephestus and Aphrodite, though they didn't know it until centuries later. Both disguised as mortals to get a little peace, they met up in a bar and engaged in a drunken tryst. Aphrodite later gave birth to the child and told her priestess to deliver the child to an orphanage, but the priestess took the child to Hephestus instead. The old god loved his little daughter, and doted upon her. He created whole gardens for her, as she loved flowers. Sadly, Melanthe was struck down by Hera, who wanted to punish her hated son. Hephestus placed his daughter into a frozen chamber, and using his powers, eventually brought Melanthe back to life, unbeknownst to Hera! 2.Cressida - Hephestus created the first woman, sculpting her face to resemble the most beautiful female he had ever seen: Aphrodite. Then he pricked his finger, using his own blood to give the girl life. His blood flowing through her veins, her face changed to resemble both Aphrodite and himself. But when she was presented to Zeus, the resemblance was plain to the king of the gods, and Zeus ordered Hephestus to destroy Cressida and begin again. Unable to destroy the girl, he made her his daughter and hid her away in his home. It was later discovered that Dione, mother of Aphrodite, put the essense of Aphrodite into the ruby used as Cressida's heart. That caused a connection between the girl and the goddess, and Cressida was eventually adopted by Aphrodite, and made one of her own children. Cressida is a very capable huntress, can slink around unseen and unheard, and has many other talents. She is very shy, just like her father, but is also very protective of her father. 3.Alexandra - Aphrodite's daughter with Drakon the Prince of the dragons. After DK's (Drakon) death, Aphrodite was married off to Hephestus by Zeus, and Alexandra was adopted by Hephestus as a toddler. Hephestus loves Alexandra, and raised her with Aphrodite as his own. 4. Ena - The long lost twin of Alexandra, she came to Hephestus looking for work. It was later revealed that she was meant to live with her grandmother, but was kidnapped by Creed while still in a faux womb, then abandoned after he believed she had died. She grew up on the street, and was tired and worn when she came to Hephestus. He reunited her with her mother, grandmother, and her twin sister. Ena now lives in the castle with her grandmother, and has been adopted by Hephestus. 5.Hayley - The child of love, she was conceived when her parents were first married, and her existence caused her parents to realize that they were indeed in love with each other. 6.Ace - Creed tricked Aphrodite into giving him a child by disguising himself as her husband. Creed then cast a spell on the child, so that Aphrodite would hate her son when he was born. Hephestus then made the boy his own son, and their love cancelled out Creed's spell. 7.Opal - When the forge god's hand accidentally slipped on a sharp edge, and his blood spilled on the tiny Opal girl he was carving, she came to life, and became his daughter. She eventually won the heart of the love goddess, and was adopted by Aphrodite. 8.Peter - another creation of Hephestus, accidently brought to life, he also won the heart of the love goddess and was adopted by her. A constant threat on Hera's part has Hephestus concerned that there is a curse on the forge god's seed, and because Peter is only of his blood, and not Aphrodite's, that Peter will one day become evil, as Hephestus' other son's had before him. 9.Ruby - When Hephestus and Aphrodite were first married, Hephestus sought to make his wife a gift. So he carved beautiful ruby statues for her temple. But when he accidentally brought one to life, spilling his blood on it after receiving a cut on his hand, the forge god's panicked, and turned her back to stone. Distraught, believing that he'd killed his child, Hephestus aimed years before making his child flesh again, seeking to give her a proper burial. When he made her flesh, he found that she was still alive, and had been frozen in the ruby form all those years. She could hear and see, but that was all. Hephestus promptly sought his daughter's forgiveness, and brought her into his family. His wife chose to adopt her, also, and Ruby is a child of Hephestus and Aphrodite now. 10. & 11.Maylie and Theo - Twin children of Aphrodite and Hephestus, they were conceived in such intense love and passion, that the seal Aphrodite had placed around her womb was breached, causing her to become pregnant. Theo was struck down in the womb, taken by Hades. He would only give Theo back in exchange for a child of his own, causing Hephestus to eventually create a child of stone, bring him to life, and give him to Hades (Gabriel). 12.Henrik - Hephestus had created a statue in the likeness of himself as a child, without his deformities and scars. Upon seeing it in the forge, Aphrodite fell in love with the statue, and spilled her blood on him, causing him to live, and become her son. Henrik was mortal, and became ill. His illness eventually caused his death, and Hephestus gave up his immortality to save Henrik, making the boy his own son as well as Aphrodite's. 13.Gabriel - Gabe was the child given to Hades, though he was mistreated and neglected to the point that Hephestus and Aphrodite went to the underworld and stole him back. Aphrodite poured her essense into him, making Gabe her son as well. 14. Laurel - the child of Creed and Bianca, Laurel was dumped in a trash heap by her mother. Rescued by a group of homeless men, the child was deposited in an orphanage in the realm of Dragon's Den. Found by her grandfather as a toddler, Hephestus and Aphrodite adopted Laurel and became her new parents. 15. Bianca - Bianca was the child of his beloved wife, stolen from her at birth. She was used as a good luck charm, the man who stole her profiting from the child's biology by renting her out, until she was old enough to work. It was then that she was sold, and became a servant. Bianca was sold multiple times, and was moved from country to country, until she was sold to a man in Dragon's Den. When her master there allowed her to be used by the pirate Creed in a union that produced a child (Laurel), she finally ran away. For a time, she lived alongside Ena in the forest, unaware that they were really sisters. Upon giving birth, Bianca threw her baby away. Being mortal, Bianca was only 14 years old when she gave birth, and was afraid, as she believed that the man who sired her child was a demon. And she was also unprepared and uninterested in being a mother, particularly to the child of such an evil being. She lived in the forest for a while, until her previous master found her, and proceeded to beat her. Hephestus saw and purchased her from her master, and it was then that he felt his wife's blood in the girl. With help from her mother, Bianca discovered that she had been lied to by the man who she thought was her father, but was really her kidnapper. She realized that her mother truly loved her, and she now lives with her. Only Hephestus knows that Zeus was responsible for Bianca's kidnapping in the first place.16. Frederick - Called Freddie, the son of Aphrodite and Angus Celtic god of love. He was conceived by rape, but Hephestus and Aphrodite faked a miscarriage, and Freddie is now the son of Hephestus. His genetics were not changed, but the forge god replaced Angus' essence with his own, so that no one will ever know that he was not the boy's biological father.         1. Ealanor - Frederick's future child with Octavia, has the ability to travel through time. She has traveled back on numerous occasions to warn her grandparents of terrible events that they have the ability to change in their present time. 17. Juniper (June) - the daughter of Hera, she was created just like Hephestus, but was deemed too ugly and crippled by Hera, and she threw her out of her window on Olympus. Having been warned by one of Hera's priestesses, Hephestus was able to rescue her, and he and Aphrodite made her their own baby. 18. Lucas Killian - put under a spell by Creed, Aphrodite conceived a child with him. Upon being freed from the spell, Aphrodite returned to Hephestus and he made the baby boy his own son. Pandora - Hephestus considers Pandora to be one of his children, as it was he who created her, molding and sculpting her form with his own hands. He watches over her, wishing only the best for this very special daughter.

rules and regulationsDisclaimer-I wish to the high heavens that I was Dianna Agron, she is simply gorgeous and an absolutely amazing creature, but no, I'm not her. I am not even Bridget O'Byrne. She was created by the lovely owners of Whispering Walls, Sabella Rose O'Brion and Carolina Jess Evenson. They get the full credit for this drunk Hufflepuff and I wouldn't dare taking it from them. Do not message me, or comment me and ask if I am either or them, because all you'll receive is a fat sack of sarcasm and an even bigger virtual black eye; I really don't like repeating myself. Despite the fact that WW no longer exists, the creation of Bridget herself is credited to them. I have allowed her to breathe new life in several different ways, and I also was given permission by her original creator to do so.Writing Style-I am a multi-para to novella style RPer. That being said, the least that I will accept is two paragraphs. I'm not going to tell you how many sentences that is, because everyone ought to know how much that is and I will feel like an utter twat if I have to sit here and count them, just to let you know that your reply really wasn't long enough for my standards, okay? Good. As for the most that I will accept...we-ell, I don't think that I can really put a length on that, because I've sent some bloody long replies/starters in my time, and I'll return what I receive. After all, fair is fair.Grammar & Spelling-I won't pretend to know absolutely every word in the dictionary, but it would be lovely if you all would send me a comment that is grammatically correct; as well as the spelling. I won't shoot you down in flames if you spell something wrong every now and then; even I do it from time to time, but please check first. As long as I can read and understand what it is that you're attempting to tell me, that is all that I really ask aside from you trying. I can be anal about it if I get into a mood about something that happened either in RL, or hell, if someone accused me of something that I didn't do, so the best thing that you can do is double check your spelling before sending me something. Now, OOC talk is different, because if you're in a bit of a lazy mood, and can't be bothered, the only thing that I ask, is that I can read what it is that you're saying to me. Also, please be sure that you can actually spell 'Bridget O'Byrne' because no one likes receiving a comment where the name of your character is spelt incorrectly. Nicknames are fine, but if we haven't started to RP yet, and you call me something else, then I'm going to do something that I dislike doing, and ignoring your comment completely. If you didn't take the time to really read the comment, that I sent you then I'm not going to want to reply to you.Replies & Starters-Guess who can be the laziest cat when it comes to sending replies and starters? *thrusts hand up in the air* That doesn't mean that I won't get to them at all, because I always get to my replies unless you disappear, or quit the RPG, so the only thing that I ask from you is a little patience. I have some semblance of a life, and there are times when I just cannot force myself to reply because I know that my replies are going to be crappy thanks to a little thing called writer's block. It is the bane of my existence, and if I'm having a really bad time thinking about a reply, then there is no saying how long you may have to wait. I can't give you an exact time frame, because I really don't know myself, but rest assured that I will get to them. I am a human not a computer so don't hound me for replies unless your name is Adam Joseph Thackeray. Aside from Adam, I tend to reply to my lovely Celeste rather quickly too, and then comes whomever I feel like, usually those that I have amazing storylines with. Aside from my major connections, if we're RPing, and you are not a member of Whispering Walls RPG, I feel obliged to inform you right here, and right now that WW members come before anyone else, so you may have to wait longer. It's just the way that things work, because the RPG members are my top priority.As for starters, I'm sick to death of sending starters, and then getting nothing in return because said person a). Quit the RPG b). Cannot be bothered replying to me or c). Disliked my reply enough to delete it and then me in the process. If you're going to ignore my starter, then I simply am going to stop offering to send them. I've sent them to so many people lately, and if just a few more of them go to waste, then I am going to scream, and then refuse to send them to another person but I really do not want to do that, so just make sure that if you're going to insist that I send the starter, that you actually respond to it.God-Moding-This is also known as so many other different things, powerplay, meta-gaming etc, but the point is that I control my own character and you control your own. Understood? I won't blow up at you if you're talking for someone else in our RP, I do it all the time, but I cross the line at you talking for me and vice versa. I won't do it to you, so don't do it to me. It's really simple.Now, if you have to tug her along into some corridor, or classroom to get her alone in the starter, by all means do so, but make sure that you let me know what it is that you're doing with a little foot note once the reply is sent. It's common courtesy, and if I do something like that to you for whatever reason, I ALWAYS apologise first.I'm not completely against anyone cursing Bridget, but just know that if it's the Cruciatus Curse, I'm going to pretend that it simply didn't happen. Same goes with the Imperius Curse, because you cannot make her do something that she doesn't want to do to. Do not attempt to kill off Bridget unless we have discussed a dark, and somewhat twisted storyline, where you attempt it, but it doesn't happen because she isn't going to die. Well, maybe she might one day, and most likely from alcohol poisoning, but that doesn't happen whilst she is still a Hogwarts student. Understood? Good. Rape is also another no-no. It's not going to happen, because I will delete you, or if you're an RPG member, I will let Carolina and Sabella know, because it's not something that anyone should have to deal with. Canon-I am canon as canon can be. What I mean, is that I am sticking to Bee 100% and nothing that you can say will change that. You won't find her standing on a coffee cart in the middle of the Great Hall and declaring her love for Adam, nor will you find her linking arms with Sarah Winters and running down the halls, giggling over the latest magical fashion magazine or hugging because Adam turned her down flat. Or, in a somewhat extreme case, you won't even find her sitting straight on her broom, and catching the snitch and then parading it around with a big, goofy smile on her face because she finally caught the snitch whilst being incredibly sober; that just isn't going to happen. Perhaps in your dreams it might happen, but it's not something that you'll see. Yes, she becomes incredibly depressed in her sixth year after the break up, and yes, she does things that would shock the rest of the school who knew her simply as the beautiful but completely drunk Hufflepuff Seeker who just isn't the one that boys chase because once the sun goes down, she's just a mess. If you have some problem with the way that I am playing her, take it up with me in a message, but I'm not going to change who she is just because you don't think that it suits her.Stealing-s not only a mmajor offense, but something that I will not take lightly. Everything that you see on my page has been made by Prima from High Times so if I find something on your page, and I didn't give you the permission to take it, or even to have it, then you will most certainly be hearing from me... and then her, because I will be letting her know. I'm not about to spread your name all over the bulletins, nor will I make people block you unless I am unfortunately unable to get you to take it down, in which case I will be forced to tell all those that I know that own RPG's, whoring sites, etc and then THEY will be the ones that blacklist you. I really, really do not want to have to do that sort of thing, because I don't like to use my connections in such a way, so the easiest thing that you can do is NOT steal anything from my page. Got it? Good.Now, there are tons and tons; literally thousands of people that use Dianna Agron as their playby right now, and I have quite a few pictures in my album and even more on my computer, the one thing that I ask that you don't do is steal the photos that either I have edited, have come from premade sites or those that other people have edited for me. If you would like one of the photos that I have, I'll give you the original and you can do with it whatever you wish, but just know that if you take them without my knowledge, I will come down on you so fast that you wish you'd never done it. Yes, I realise that this clashes with the first part of this rule, but the point of it is that you shouldn't do it particularly with those photos that were made for me by other people; it's rude, and it's wrong. If you want one, go find a premade site, or edit one yourself, but you're definitely getting the ones that were made for me. I refuse to add other Di Agron playbys for this very reason.Maturity-By this, I don't simply mean that you have to be of age, because let's face it, do you really become more mature the night of your eighteenth birthday? I felt exactly the same as I have done the past few years, so what I mean by maturity is something that you should all already know, and I really don't want to bore anyone else by going into it. Now, on this page there WILL be drinking, sex, swearing, perhaps smoking and a few other things, so just be aware that I do mature content, and that is something that will never change. If you have some major issues with it, let me know, but please don't expect too much because Bridget is an alcoholic, and I can't change that even if I wanted to - which I do not wish to do. If you are totally against it, just let me know and we won't RP, but then I will be somewhat saddened by that fact, because I like to at least attempt to RP with every single member of this amazing RPG.In keeping with the remark about sex being on this page, I'm taking this opportunity to remind each and every single one of you that Bridget's relationship with Adam is a secret. If someone were to find out about them, they wouldn't surely be punished most severely, and that is the last thing that they need. So, don't come up to me in the middle of class, and tell me that you know all about the two of them, and are going to expose their relationship, because I might just laugh in your face. Got it? Fantasic.Drama-Let me put it to you very simply right now: IC drama is very much welcomed because I believe that it helps to keep the storyline running along smoothly, and all that sort of jazz. I don't mean like tons of drama, although I don't actually think that I would be opposed to that just as long as it makes sense to me, as well as our characters.Now, as for OOC drama...don't bring it to my page. It's that simple, okay? I have enough going on in RL without the added drama of others. Now, I'm good if you want to vent and stuff like that, I love to help people out, but if you're going to drag me into your drama, and make me mediate a conversation with yourself and the person you're having issues with in RL in MSN or Facebook, then I am going to drawn the line. It's just not something that I do, so quite simply, keep it away from me. I'll keep my dramas to myself, and you'll do the same, and we'll be as happy as Larry.Also, if for some strange problem you have an issue with me for whatever reason, please take it up with me personally. By this, I mean a simple message, where you tell me what it is that I do, and that you don't like that I'm doing, and I'll do what I can to see where you're coming from, but you have to meet me half-way. I don't like to read about myself on the RPG Formspring, because you have an issue with me or something like that. Just come to me personally, because I do not want to be one of those girls that starts/gets involved in drama; that's one of the things that I have always stayed away from, and I don't plan to stop doing that right now or ever.I Am Not A Number-I'm a human. Not a machine; not a number and certainly NOT an item of you to collect. That's just wrong, okay, and by wrong, I mean that it is wrong in more ways than one. I collect paperclips, especially if they're striped or purple and what not, and I count them, but if you try and collect me, I will delete you. I want to RP with people, so to put it simply, if you have something like 300 plus friends, and you're not an RPG, then I am going to deny you. I refuse to just sit there, when you have so many other people that you ought to be RPing with. If you add me, I will expect to see a message in my inbox, or a comment to inform me that you would like to discuss a storyline. I don't add people that aren't RPG members by myself, but if I accept you, then that message better be there. Treat me like a number, and you will be blocked and deleted so fast you won't know what hit you.OOC-Surprise! I actually do tend to talk OOC at times, especially if you've been around for quite some time, and we get along like a house on fire, but that doesn't mean that I am going to stop replying or signing into my account(s) because I don't do that, I don't RP just to make friends in other countries and all that sort of jazz; I RP because I love it. Now, there are those that I feel incredibly comfortable speaking with OOC, and they know who they are, because the feeling is rather mutual, but just keep in mind that if you want to talk OOC with me, we HAVE to be RPing the first place. You don't have one without the other, and the RPing comes first for me.Now, we're going to talk about a topic that I almost forgot to mention, and then realised that I really needed to because it'll hopefully stop the stalking. I DO RP sex, and I do do it in comments because I tend to forget about messages if I have any RP's going on in them. However, I will remain loyal to that person, and that person is none other than Adam Joseph Thackeray. So, unless you're Adam, and there is only one Adam, then we will not be shagging. Understood? Good.Other Accounts-Now, when I say RL, I mean that I have things that I have to get to away from my life here, so if I'm not on for a brief period of time, Carolina and Sabella will already have been notified, but I will return. If I'm having an excruciating bad day, then the chances of me coming on are slim to none, because I don't want to drag anyone into my sh*te. My family come first, for reasons that a few people know of, and unless I let you into my RL, then you probably won't get that either. If something has happened, I won't be here and even if I am here, I won't be in much of a talking mood, so it's best that I stay away if those sort of things are happening OOC. I can't control them, but if you're going to bitch me out about it, don't say that I didn't warn you in the first place.Yes, I do have other accounts, so I will not be here twenty-four hours, seven days a week. I tend to sign in pretty much every day, but my timing is always wack because I live in Australia, and although I don't get to my replies every single day, there are more than one reason for that as you will know if you actually read every single one of these rules carefully. Now, when I say other accounts, I also mean an RPG that I own with a close friend of mine, and another that is just starting up now that I'm helping to run; I guess it's lucky that I have the time right now. I don't feel like plugging them in the middle of my rules, so if you want to know what they are, look out for bulletins, because I will whore them out. Or, if you are one of those lazy ones that don't even read the bulletins but you're curious as to know what they are, message me, and I will be glad to tell you what they are. However, the other accounts, aside from Elle Flint, are not part of this RPG and therefore, unless you really want to RPG with me elsewhere, you won't find out who they are. Some people already know, and others don't, but Elle and Bee are the only second generation Harry Potter verse accounts that I have.Proof-Yupp, I am looking for proof that you have actually read and understood these rules to the fullest capacity, so I want you to tell me three things:What the item is that I collect.What television show the coffee cart reference in the canon rule comes from. (I'll give you a hint, there is a member in this RPG that has the playby of the girl it happened to and the name of this blog is a quote from the same show.)Your favourite quote of all time.:Once all that is done, do not put read and understood in the comment, because I will delete it, and tell you to re-sign them. Also, signing these after reading them is definitely something that needs to happen. Don't just read them and walk away, actually SIGN them.More will be added if I deem it necessary.

1. I am a para to novella Rper but I will accept the entire spectrum short of one liners as they don't give me enough to work with in order to reply. I like detail so I stress quality of quantity. I don't care if you can write me a book-ish reply length wise, if it's dull and boring I'm going to fall asleep long before I ever finish reading it. As long as you keep me interested in our rp, then I'll keep responding to you, if not don't be surprised if I fall silent. 2. I don't like pupeteering, godmoding, autoing, or metagaming. It's a quick way to annoy me so just don't do it. If you don't know the meaning of any one of those, then feel free to ask me and I'll try to explain it to you as best I can. 3. If you'd like to contact me outside of this site feel free to do so but make sure you identify yourself so I can recognize you and not flag you as spam. My AIM sn: TatooineSon1 Roleplayer.me: https://www.roleplayer.me/imperial_guardsmen_tierce , https://www.roleplayer.me/view_profile.php?member_id=127711 , https://www.roleplayer.me/tatooineson Aniroleplay.com: https://www.aniroleplay.com/SwordofJustice 4. I'm fairly new to the RP aspect of the Gundam verse as I got my start in the massive Star Wars verse on MySpace over five years ago. So if I make mistakes, politely point them out to me and I'll learn and try to correct them. I won't be offended provided your polite about it. 5. I work 40 hours a week, and have other RL responsibilities to attend to so I won't always be the most active. I also have more than one account so I do have to spread my time and attention between them. If it takes me awhile to get to you, be patient or if a week or more goes by and you still are waiting on a reply from me politely remind me as I may have forgotten.*6. Drama and threats- Don't even think about bringing it my way, either directly at me or at those close to me. I won't tolerate drama queen's or those so arrogant and insecure that they feel they need to threaten any one in any way. If your on this site your obviously old enough to talk about problems... threats, blackmail, and drama isn't talking it's stupidity and I won't put up with it. Don't like it... tough I'm not here to hold your hand, I'm here to tell you what I expect from you when it comes to the basics of showing respect. If you find my bluntness rude... then see your way off my page now before you can cause me a headache.*7. In addition to working full time as stated in rule 5, I also have several health problems that at times make it very difficult for me to always log in and at times make it hard for me to come up with replies to roleplays and story lines in a timely fashion. I hate that sometimes it may take me months to be able to write out just one reply to a rp or sl that I'm involved with, but due to my health issues I can't always help it. If you can't work around that and still enjoy chatting and rping with me, then leave now because that's something I have no control over.*8. This is your warning in case you couldn't tell already, I can be a very blunt, sarcastic, cynical ass at times. That's just how I am, but I can also be one of the most caring, loyal, and understanding friends you could find. Just don't mistake me for being the type to be very forgiving if you cross me or betray me. I'll admit, I hold grudges but I won't attack you for them. I can be vengeful at times, but I don't go out of my way to hurt people only prove points. I'm a very tolerant person, but betrayal and hurting those I see as friends is the quickest way to find yourself on the wrong end of my temper. I come here to relax and take my mind off the nightmare of always being sick and/or in a lot of pain... sometimes this is the only respite I have... don't ruin it for me with stress and drama.

~ Disclaimer: I am not nor will I ever claim to be the person you see in any picture you find on my page. I am a role player nothing more, the images give my character a face and Darth Vader is the creation of LucasFilms. Before I launch into my rules I warn you my character isn't a Cannon Vader. That being said his history and actions will reflect that. If you don't like it you can see your way off my friends list. If your willing to be open minded about it then by all means add me as a friend and RP with me. 1) I tend to be multi-para and when creative enough novella, but that doesn't mean I won't speak with you just because you can't keep up with me in length. I only ask that you make an attempt but don't sacrifice detail in order to match me. I'd like to be able to stay awake long enough to read your comment and think of a reply.2) If your one that likes to start drama and cause problems don't bother adding me or if you have see your way off my list. I won't stand for it nor will I play nice should you dump it on me. I've been in RP for far too long to enjoy putting up with stupidity and childish pettiness.3) I'm an adult so don't be surprised if my language and writing style reflects that. In RL I tend to curse like a sailor, I try to keep it down here but there are times where you may see it. If your offended easily I'm probably not one your going to want to RP with much without warning me of that before hand, as I'm not afraid to be graphic when the situation requires it.4) Messages are for ooc and story line brainstorming only. RP is blogs and comments only.5) Don't auto, puppeteer, or god-mode Lord Vader or you'll get a nasty response as I won't tolerate it.6) Relationships- My character is married to Lady Nikita. Sorry girls I'm off limits. I highly doubt any of you wish to incur the wrath of a Sith'ari nor mine. Vader is a very complicated, closed person so don't be surprised if he's hard to understand or grow close to.That's all I have for now, but I'm not afraid to add more as I think of them.

"Make peace with him... for me."Her request for him to make peace with Skywalker echoed in his head as he sat alone in meditation. The Darkside of the Force surrounded him, comforting him, protecting him as he reflected on the second chance he'd been given at life. Never did he expect to be able to have the freedom to be with his family again. Though he had an odd way of expressing his love for them by most people's standards, he loved them none the less. Nikita was one of the few people in his life that truly knew him on a personal level... she knew the man behind the monster so to speak. She'd been at his side with unwavering loyalty since the fall of the Old Republic.A coy smirk tugged at his lips as he focused his thoughts on those he cared for, that he trusted to never betray him. Vader could see the image of his wife in his mind, a woman that to him was the perfection of a Darksider. While he surpassed her in brute strength she made up for it with speed, stealth, and at times an unsurpassed viciousness... something that caused him to love her all the more. She was just as cruel as he was, just as guarded, making them a stronger team in his eyes. Drawing in a deep breath he shifted his focus slightly to their children. His anger flared, his smirk faded as he reminded himself of the fact that their mother had given them over to the Jedi. It had been his hope that they would train their children together in the ways of the Sith.Just as his anger flared he could hear the Force whispering to him of Aaron and Allana's destiny. She was meant to become a Greysider; a path that in Vader's mind was the most deadly, and he was meant to return to learn from Vader himself. To him Greysiders seemed more dangerous than the Sith or Jedi, as you dealt with an unknown with a Grey that didn't exist with any other path. While he knew his daughter would always have a soft spot for the Sith he knew she'd never return to what she once was. Though this didn't please him he released his anger. He knew it was pointless to hold onto it when the Force whispered that what he desired for his oldest children could never become truth.Calming himself again, his focus shifted once more. His vision was filled with the image of his wife once again. Even though she was six months along with their second son she carried on with her normal tasks in a way that made it hard to believe, save for the slight stomach she now possessed. This would be his third child, his second chance to learn to be a parent. He swore to himself that he wouldn't fail any of his children again. Centering himself within his current calmness he opened himself further to the Force. As he felt it flow through him he allowed it to direct his mind as it wished, no longer controlling his focus he welcomed any vision the Force wanted him to see.(His vision)- Massive fleet converged in an unknown location. Their numbers bloated with huge obsidian colored capital ships, some of them appeared to be larger than any ship Vader had ever seen. There was no doubt all of them were armed to the teeth with top of the line weapons and defensive systems. Upon a closer look one would see small shuttles and frigates transporting supplies from a station to the various ships, fueling, arming and stocking goods the crews would need once underway. -To one who'd seen as many wars as Vader he knew instantly it was a fleet assembled for one purpose... the destruction of an enemy. The question was who was behind the massive build up, and who was their intended target? The answers to those questions eluded him, distressing him further as he could feel the Dark Side of the Force radiating strongly from the fleet... It radiated in a way that felt familiar to him, it reminded him of the aura that surrounded a Sith'ari. Sighing as he opened his eye he ran his hand through his hair briefly. It worried him to think a Sith'ari could be lurking among the crew of one or more of the ships he'd seen. And what if they were planning on attacking the Empire? Who would Nikita side with? Would he be forced to turn on his love?"No never! She'd never turn against me. She's been at my side through too much to abandon me now." He thought to himself as his stair settled on his saber hilt. She would fight alongside him just as she always had... but who would he side with? This unknown foe or Skywalker's ever growing Empire? Though he and Skywalker didn't get along he knew at the end of the day Skywalker would have his back if he found himself in more trouble than he could handle. He also knew if he sided with him no one would ever try to control his life nor Nikita's ever again.