Welcome to Gaia! ::

Probably. Oh, and just so you know, there is very little in this world that I fear. I have a small liking for pain, though not crazy amounts, so that doesn't scare me, and I've been yelled at alot in my lifetime, so that doesn't scare me. I don't fear death, its just another adventure, so finding something that will strike fear into my heart is very hard. *End random serious moment* Anywho...back to being crazy and random. ^_^

Hahaha, I didn't say I don't fear at all, merely that there is little that I fear anymore. Spiders, no there's a fear I just can't shake. I know, its pathetic, so I've been told far too many times for my liking. Ah well, I can't help it, they creep the hell out of me.

Do it and I'll go get myself a big a** bottle of Raid spider killer. Whoever made that stuff, I mean the real genious behind it, is my hero heart . And I've already lost my mind, so I suppose I'm good. ^_^

Hahaha, ya. I was just thinking of getting off. I usually stay up pretty late, been up all night once, though it wasn't on purpose. One minute is night time, next thing I know the sun is up and its 10am. Ah well, I shall see you around then. I will probably be finding myself an RP tomorrow, after I get back from the movies. ^_^

((I have yet read all of the introductions in full and complete detail. I plan to it is just that at this point in time I have not the time nor the energy to read them all as if one was reading to find the meaning of life. That will be later of course. This is actually the first time that I have had to make an introduction. I hope not many pay attention.))

In the furthest corner of the place there is one standing. Partially steps out of the shadows but not enough to see true features. A man stood there with eyes away from all that were around. The true color of this one's eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses. His body moved in ways that would not draw attention. Years of this action had made him attain the feeling of invisibility. No one would notice him in a room. Most would even forget that he was in the room even if he had interacted with them. All seemed to be hidden within the absence of light. Color of his hair and what age he had attained was undetermined. Though it was apparent that he was of a more skinny build. Bends down and ties shoes to make himself less noticeable. Then he says, "My name is of no importance. You may call me whatever you wish. I have been called so many names that I can not even begin to count them." He finishes tying his shoe and stands up. Continuing he says, "I am not one of many words. In an rp yes but in regular speaking I usually just listen." He went silent for a while. Then took it up once more, "Like most have said before me, I too listen to music. I could not post if there was no music playing. The music is what gets me typing. It also is what sets the mood for me while rping. I mostly like to listen to metal and rock. Other music types though can be listened to." Steps back into the corner all of the way. As he reaches the farthest spot he says, "I believe that is all that I have to say. I most likely will answer any questions that you have."

((Not much of an intro one would say. I though hope that not many will pay attention to it like in the regular fasion of life.))

Standing six feet one inch, the slender man would walk lean up against the eastern wall, his black hair matching his attire of black undershirt underneath a black dress shirt, with charcoal khakis and black and white converse. His hair would sweep slightly over his right eye, as his lightly tanned hands would clutch the head of the soft guitar case in front of him. From the corner of ones eye, they could spot spatters of blue in his hair as the light shimmered off the surface. His smile was small, but it was soft and gentle arousing a feeling of trust and care from the man's simple tangled soul. A set of black rimmed glasses would sit upon his visage with a necklace with the symbol of Solomon hanging around his neck and another necklace of hematite holding tight around his throat. On the index finger of his right hand would sit a ring of deep blue and glimmering silver, and in around his right wrist would sit a black and brown leather bracelet worn to match the hazel eyes that bore such powerful black outlines.

He would not say much as he would shift in his place, his appearance spoke mostly for who he was, however, he would still speak slight words as he would push off from the wall and swing the acoustic case over his shoulder. "Hello everyone," his voice would be deep, as he would catch himself speaking muffled slightly and clear his throat, "the name's Jacob MacKinnon. I'm a musician first and writer second, but do all I can to perfect both arts. I am here because I adore roleplaying. My goal in life is to become a music teacher, and possibly work at a high school with my second chosen teaching course as English. I have been roleplaying for what I have been told to be a deceiving two years (don't know what they meant by that, but whatever, it sounds cool), and love to battle. My current standings with my character Honsuke is 283 wins, 4 losses, and 13 ties, I have not done anything but win since February of 2006, and for god sakes, I want to be beaten, so please don't take that as boast, please take it as a message of 'beat me goddamnit!' If you have any questions, feel free to ask, I will answer." He would walk to the other side of the room and lean up against the wall, placing the guitar in front of him once again. Looking off to the side he would seem to slip into his own world of thought.

It seemed like he had finally found a literate guild which truly deserved the title of "literate."

A young man with days of boredom and nights of intensive study carved into his face stepped into view. He slowly unraveled a flowing white scarf from around his face, as there was no need of it in a place such as this. He had arrived. How long had it been since he dealt with sensible people, respectable people? Lord knows, it's been ages, lifetimes even, since he stumbled upon that battlefield know as Gaia to some, hell to others, and downright ******** to the rest. He loosened the top button of his navy peacoat, revealing a surprisingly comfortable outfit. It was anyone's guess, but he seemed more of the rank and file sort of guy, a countenance and stature fitting of a general.

Almost.

Just over six feet in height, and weighing in at one hundred and seventy eight pounds, a man stood in top form. He removed his arms from the sleeves of his coat, wherever he came from, it certainly was cold...or he was eccentric. no matter, he crossed his arms, his simple white shirt stretched at the cuffs--as no man worth his salt went anywhere without rolling up his sleeves--and held his chest out. His scarf hung loosely over his shoulders, clinging to the fabric of the coat as if it never wanted to protect the man from the elements again. He adjusted his stance, his finely pressed tan khakis moved as if they were one with the man. He addressed those who found the presence of another curious and worthy of note:

"Evening, ladies and gentlemen. I travel from points east, heeding the call to arms. I am simply known by my rank, Commander, though that doesn't mean anything now that I am in the company of equals. You may call me what you think me worthy of, as I expect no quarter given on my part. However, do not think I am some mere pretender, for I have crossed the seas and the skies of this illiterate, savage world of yours, and I and my fallen comrades find it utterly disgusting. Unfortunately, I have no place to call my home, as I only live to sail the skies and seas in the grandest of vessels. Dirigibles, submersibles, and even terrestrial craft are my specialty. Veritable mobile fortresses that serve as the last bastions of decency and dare I say...class."

He pauses for a moment, getting caught up in his own rambling, clearing his throat and pressing forward in his time in the proverbial spotlight, he assumes a more focused tone, but is no less fierce in his delivery. Dark, brown eyes reflect the ambient lighting of the enclosure as well as his resolve, forged by years in the field. They speak volumes of his experience, the tale of a spirit unwilling to yield to ignorance and oppression.

"It is my desire, and would be my honor, if you were to accept me into your ranks. I have stood my ground against the fiercest of gays, laying waste to their towers glorifying the double standard. I have destroyed entire countries of the unapologetic overweight, their massive girth imposing a will of its own on the thinner masses. Civilizations of the conceited amongst men and women of our caliber once existed, nay, thrived! Their largesse soon came to an end by the sheer dominance of the men and women I counted amongst my comrades, our weapons being common sense and a little something called tact."

"I leave myself to your mercy, as I lead nothing but a fleet of phantom ships, roaming the endless gay skies of your broken world. I am the Commander of men and women long gone, their hopes, desires, and dreams fading by the day. I am the Commander of nothing..."