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 Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2005 11:49 pm
In every human lies the heart of a beast. When it is unleashed it can either destroy its owner of guide him to victory On the edge of a perfectly round lake sits a small town of about one hundred buildings of different sizes and a temple in the middle. A couple dozen yards away form the town is a crater the size of the town its self. The crater seems old because grass and small shrubs have begun to grow. On the edge of the crater a giant white tree with no leaves sits. It leans away form the crater as if a powerful force had pushed it in that direction. In the front of the temple, a statue of a fox and a statue of a bear guard the front gate. Inside, an alter stands underneath a painting of what appears to be four gauntlets.  "They are the great Gauntlets of Chaos." An old monk says from the side of the room.  "They were created by the great Fox King to bring order to Gaia. They are the Gauntlets of Logic, Passion, Light, and Darkness. He and the Bear King are the only two that can wear them. This temple is here to honor them and provide them shelter when they come to aid us and protect us. "Please, you are welcome here, rest. There is an inn a few buildings down the road. We are awaiting a visit from the Fox King soon, so if you would like to stay in town for a few days we would all be glad." The old monk walks over to a book on a pedestal. He flips through it. "One of the most important things the Fox King left us here is a saying the goes; The true art of fighting is to make it seem like a dance. The two opponents are like partners in a dance of death. Together they can create a beauty rivaled by only a few other things. "We believe all fighters should follow this rule and all matches that occur in this town will be held to this rule. In practice, the battles are allowed to go on as long as both opponents want it, but official in battle, each opponent with attack ten times and who every fought the best will be declared the winner. Be careful, there are a few good warriors in this town, so if you are one yourself, be prepared for a fight. "If you have any other questions, don't be shy to ask."
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2005 10:22 pm
~~~Map of Town and Suroundings Goes Here~~~
*Special Festival Map* Map of Town *Special Festival Map*
Map of Surounding Area
~~~Rules for Role Fighting~~~There are three main points that battles are rated on: -Form- if you have a unique way of fighting and use original moves you will be scored high. -Detail- explaining how a move works and effects the opponent will get you more points then one without an explination. -Reaction- good counters and creative ways of getting out of situations will help you will. ~~~Introductions~~~For your first post you must discribe your charater: how he/she looks like, the general aura about them, etc. Your Charater will be named the same as your avatar or around the same name. Charater bio sheet is not need. Your first post should take place after the last post and a response to the first post, so there arn't any time confusions. The link to each character's profile/Intro Post will be listed here: Mad Migy 9 of the Bear - Page 1 Lyra_Aliton of the Wolf - Page 1 Kellindel of the Tiger - Page 1 Jade Starrz of the Dragon - Page 1 Ryubatman of the Bat - Page 1 Se-vens of the Duck - Page 1 Kotori Ky of the Snake - Page 2 Ryubatman of the Bat - Page 2 - Deceased ? x.Monia.x of the ? - Page 3 Kubo of the Fox - Page 6 Here is the Official Beast Team 0wnage sig pic. 
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 5:53 pm
Seven steps out of the temple into the moonlight. Seven ducklings come out of some nearby shadows. They follow him everywhere, except inside unfamiliar buildings. It is not necessary for Seven to command them, they follow his wishes through a telepathic link. He reaches up and adjusts the green laurels in his red afro.
Seven takes a few steps forward, his green yukata flapping open in the wind. The yellow designs adorning the front were obscured by his movement, but the details of the duck-spirit on the back of the yukata was surprisingly wrinkle free, He turns back to the temple and speaks with the temple monk.
"Monk, is there a lake or pond nearby for my pets?" his voice was monotone, and his expressionless face made him seem slightly more imposing then he really was. His face seemed covered by a white mask with nose holes and a slit of a mouth. his eyes covered by yellow goggles.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 9:36 pm
A dark-skinned woman of elven blood was perched upon an Arabian style mare, bridle less and bareback, they called to mind the single image of Freedom. Dark chocolate coloured hair cascaded down her back, her brown cloak only seemed an extension, and both looked as though they existed purely for the winds entertainment. Midnight blue petticoat over grey riding skirts were both split for riding, and unhindered movement. She gazed upon her destination with some trepidation and apprehension. With a sigh she closed eyes settling her features to emotionless perfection, flawless beauty and immortality young-- thanks to her heritage.
She was leaving the shadows and protection of her forest, it had been quite some time since she last sought the company of the bi-pedal sort. With another sigh she pulled the length of her hair to the front and supposed she should begin again to think of them as her own kind. She began to braid it attempting to civilize herself before entering the town, once finished with that task she had to catch herself before she tugged it, recalling with a small smile an old habit long ago broken.
Something had drawn Lyra Aliton to this place, she wasn't quite sure what as it was quite an unremarkable and small town. Quaint, quiet, and positioned by a lovely lake no less. There was quite another feel when she listened closer, shivering she pulled her dark cloak tighter around herself. That open crater was like a wound only just healed to her mind, the earth did not easily forget its pain.
Once she reached the center of the town she realized that this is what had caught her interest. A temple after her own heart. She dismounted and kindly asked her friend to stay near as she was sure she would not be long, then she silently asked the spirits permission to enter. Inside she only listened, after she quickly took in her surroundings her eyes never left the monk. He commanded all of her attention through his kind words of welcome.
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Upon exiting the gates of the temple the elven woman turned to pay her respects to its faithful guardians. The fox and bear looked almost lifelike to her eyes as she addressed quietly in their own tongue,
"Thank you for sharing your wisdom with a traveling soul."
Lyra had not spoken a word while in the temple but she gave them a bow, the proper level of respect for the strong spirits of this temple. Walking away, her step was somewhat lighter than when she had come. Perhaps hearing her own views repeated in such a clear manner was uplifting for a time. She only wished it would last.
Hidden within Lyra's silver cool gaze was a hint of mischief, and buried even deeper was impending darkness. Her alignment with the powers that be rested upon the tip of a knife. Life had brought her to an impasse and she had just visited the brighter path. That way was quite tempting, it would be taxing to begin her training once more and fine tune an art that was a part of her almost forgotten. But then she was not one to balk at a bit of work.
There was something she needed, and she wasn't quite sure yet what it was, but perhaps she would start here. Even after coming to this decision, her mind never let her forget there was a darker side to be found as well, if she only asked the right questions. With grace she mounted then leading with her legs set the mare in the direction of one of the nicer looking lodgings she had passed on her way in, wondering how long her currently limited supply of long unused funds would last. With some amusement she supposed she would just have to bring a few old tricks into play. Self-consciously she adjusted her dark cloak to hide the silver long sword that in this new position was painfully visible.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 10:28 pm
Se-vens Seven steps out of the temple into the daylight. Seven ducklings come out of some nearby shadows. They follow him everywhere, except inside unfamiliar buildings. It is not necessary for Seven to command them, they follow his wishes through a telepathic link. He reaches up and adjusts the green laurels in his red afro. Seven takes a few steps forward, his green yukata flapping open in the wind. The yellow designs adorning the front were obscured by his movement, but the details of the duck-spirit on the back of the yukata was surprisingly wrinkle free, He turns back to the temple and speaks with the temple monk. "Monk, is there a lake or pond nearby for my pets?" his voice was monotone, and his expressionless face made him seem slightly more imposing then he really was. His face seemed covered by a white mask with nose holes and a slit of a mouth. his eyes covered by yellow goggles. "Ah, yes there is. If you Go west a hundred paces there is the Senjou Lake." The monk points in the direction of the lake."It's where we get all out fish for the town and our biggest trade product."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 6:13 pm
Lyra dismounted in front of the (insert tavern name here...), bidding her faithful companion farewell for a time. She murmured to the mare in the beast tongue, requesting that she stay within a good radius of the town. Lyra was fairly confident that nothing would give her cause to flee so soon but always attempted to err on the side of caution.
Pausing on the landing brushed at a bit of invisible dirt on her skirts, glancing leisurely behind her before steeling herself to go inside. She felt eyes watching her, she wondered if she should perhaps tone her presence down a couple of notches. By force of habit she commanded the very air around her, with bearing as near to regal as one born to it. Even though her frame was on the smaller side, she was a compact being of pure energy. Her movements seemed so calculated that one did not imagine looking down to her. Lyra wasn't sure this was something she could easily mask.
Stalling. That's what she was doing, Lyra vainly wished that the temple housed guests so she'd not have to enter this place. It looked nice enough but really it was the clientele that she knew would become trouble...Odd things always happened in taverns...the oddest things, and there you actually met other people. Laughing quietly at her own folly she entered letting her cool gaze take in the whole of the establishment and it's occupants before choosing a table nearest the door. Carefully she settled herself keeping her weapon out of sight, better to not call more attention to herself than she could help...
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 3:51 am
*Within the Inn sat quite a peculiar fellow. The fact that one would still be in the main room of the Inn at this time of night alone would have made him stand out, but he had an appearance to match, if not surpass his odd apparent sense of time.
First and foremost was his cloak, or at least what he wore in the place of one. The pelt of a white tiger, complete and in pristine condition hung from his neck. Unlike the usual style used to skin such a beast, the cut started just below the neck, which remained in position as an impromptu neck clasp, to tail. The brilliant pelt was wrapped tightly around him to ward off the cold of the night, or so it would seem as he was still shivering a bit despite the warm provided by the nearby hearth. Only his arms were entirely visible outside of the strange garment, sheathed in loose, spotless white sleeves.
Still, for all appearances he wasn't letting his apparent discomfort bother him overtly. His legs were folded beneath him on his chair while his upper body slanted to the right, resting precariously on his right elbow, the accompanying hand of which supported the side of his face, which was tilted in a similar angle.
His odd appearance didn't stop there, however, as the fingers of the aforementioned hand were obscured beneath a wild mane of silver hair that shone even in the dim light provided by the glowing embers nearby. Then there were his eyes, just visible past his mercury bangs, which, though half-lidded, shone in a piercing amber. His face was oddly thin, as well. Carrying a look of fragility that made him look almost inhuman. Strangely, it almost appeared feminine, all of the usual telltale marks having settled somewhere in the middle-ground between the two sexes.
The man seemed on the very brink of consciousness. Though all of his upper-body weight obviously rested on his arm, he seemed to sway a bit back and forth. His slitted eyes lazily watched the Inn's main window into the street through a sleepy haze. The only part of his body that really seemed at all active was his left hand. Wrist resting upon his left bicep, the hand rotated up and down recurrently, it's index finger curling and uncurling as it scratched the same spot on the table repeatedly with his long fingernail. Already a shallow groove had been dug in the tables dark lacquer. An empty mug sat before him, likely forgotten, as he continued to gaze outside the window into the night.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 1:53 pm
Jade had seated herself casually on a flat gray rock out on the lake. It had taken a few jumps to get from one rock to another in order to get to the space that she so enjoyed sitting at on a warm afternoon or better yet, in the rain.
Tilting her head back gently she looked up to the nights sky her sapphire green eyes shining unnaturally in the darkness, flecks of gold could be seen in her eyes as well if one looked hard enough. As for her hair, it was a dirty blonde with lighter highlights running through it and she had pulled it back tightly into a ponytail. As usual for herself to bright blonde strands hung down, one to each side of her face. Her face was smooth and tan like the rest of her thin body.
Slowly Jade stretched her long legs out and dipped her feet into the cool blue water of the lake. The cuffs of her thick, baggy, and black pants soaked up the water and caused her pants to glint in the moonlight. She had a black tanktop that fit tightly to her form. Showing off toned arms and sticking out from under the right side of her shoulderblade was a thick scar. With the way she was sitting it was untellable of how far the scar ran.
Jade seemed relaxed at the moment as she leaned back and watched the stars and the night sky. She could feel the light breeze but it bothered her little and she blew her breath up into the air and a smile touched her lips but for a moment before she would lay back for an evening of watching the stars.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 12:50 am
*From the shadows of the fog, rolling in from the shadow of the sun, a slight sound, ever so soft, can be heard from a distance...*
"Come...my friends..."
*...The fluttering of a thousand wings rushes by your ears...the waves of wind pushing your hair behind your head, your clothes behind your back...sending a surge of fear along your spine...like touching an electric fence...you begin to shiver as the silhouette of a tall male figure begins to emerge in the foreground of your tremors...*
"Fear not...the pain will only be for....eternity..."
*As the overwhelming aura of this being takes over your emotions...releasing you of your sin...as you give into his will...
...before your eyes roll behind your eyelids, you see but a glimpse of the shadowed figure...this "Man" has medium length hair, dark brown, spiked up with what you would call the winds of hell (( wink )) , his eyes show asian decent, black,if not dark red...so pure with hate and lust that you tremble with the thought of his physical poetry...*
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*You feel nothing...but the chill of life being sucked away, like a leaf in the breeze...*
((To be continued))
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 1:22 pm
Seven thanked the monk and head back out of the town to the west. Once there he saw the lake and his small friends rushed ahead to the water. He walked slowly taking in the smells of the night. He slid gently into the water and floated on his back.
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 4:54 pm
Grazelda sees the new-comer enter her establishment and take a seat next to the door. The woman wasn't like her usual custimers and she looked a little wary of where she was, so Grazelda desids to go ease her guest's nerves.
Her short red hair bobbed up and down as Grazelda walked over to the woman. Grazelda's lightly tanned skin and blue eyes show her heritage runs deep in this town. Even though she is in her thirties, her figure and apperal hides it well.
"Good Day, welcome to White Bear Inn. I own this place. The name's Grazelda and if you need anything, honey, just ask, k?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 8:43 am
Standing on the edge of the forest is large man wearing a green yukata. As he looks over the city through his shades the yukata blows open, un-tied, in the wind. Beneathe it he wears a black shirt and black pants, both displaying an emerald flame along the bottoms. Upon his wrist lies a braclet the seems to absorb the light around it, as if comprised of darkness itself. His black shoes appear to have a thin coating of mud. Though he looks young from a distance anyone that looks close enough can see that he's traveled around and has seen a few battles in his times. Almost no one in town knows his name and even fewer beleive he exists. The man is known to only go into the town under the light of a new moon. No one knows why he does this or who he meets if anyone. He is like a shadow that protects the forest from people who do not respect it. Some say he is a criminal that died and was forced to watch over the forest to atone for his sins. Others say he was sent from the heavens. Either way, his standing there in daylight is omen. Something is happening, for or bad....only time will tell.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2005 2:23 pm
*Slowly the door of the local tavern opened as a cool breeze from outside could be felt.*
*A tall figure walked into the tavern with an aura so rich with hatred that even the walls, figurativly speaking, trembled with fear...
...he walked towards the bar, as the door closed behind him, sending a wave of cold air around the room. The figure resembled a human-like creature, wearing a worn black leather jacket with a white and grey fur trim on the collar and sleeve-ends. The creature also upon it's head had a black and grey mask or helmet in the shape of a bats' face, the mask itself had an aura of its own. The feeling of being sucked away into oblivion would come to mind had you stared into the fake eyes long enough. On its forehead a glowing green gem, piercing even the darker areas of the room with its purity. The pants of this creature were dark grey, resembling the facial areas of the mask. On the top of the pants, near the trim of the pockets, were two brown fur tails, if you will. Lower down on the pants, which were obviously worn, were two white patches, covering what would be holes or such. At the end of each pant-leg the creature bore studs, circling the pant-leg, as if for fighting purposes. The boots, or what appeared to be, were straight black, seemingly made for long treks or adventures into foresty type areas, or maybe even for mountain climbing expeditions.*
*As it approaches the bar, it asks the bartender...*
"Do you have any dark ales...or anything resembling such?"
*...In a male humans voice. As he slowly begins to take off his helmet...*
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 1:52 am
Briefly a thought of dismay flashed across her mind but caught it before it reached her face, a simple wish that the overly colorful woman would stay behind the counter...where those short shorts belonged ; ) ...listening to Grazeldas words she blinked. Lyra realized that sooner or later she was going to have to speak, but for now she only enjoyed the woman's accent which reminded her of raw sugar. A little rough around the edges but still sweet. Giving the innkeeper a small smile and nod she somehow indicated without words not only her gratitude but that she was unsure of what she wanted at the moment. And left no doubt that Grazelda would be the first she would ask.
Watching the spunky woman walk away Lyra pondered what she was doing here in the first place...was she truly planning on staying here? Idly she started pulling off her gloves. Attempting to re-enter the world of humans, become respec-
The door opened beside her.
She did not care for the cold...in fact she had a strong disliking for it...but in the wave of hatred she bathed. Lyra's eyes drifted shut just a fraction, similar to those of the white robed man in the back, but her's was not in boredom or fatigue. The strong emotion called out it seemed, searching for the very same in her. One succeeding in pulling her own loathing to the surface of her mind, and she reveled in the feeling. Emptiness inside her was filled for just a moment, then her eyes snapped back open, a humorless smile upon her face. The silver of her eyes flashed to a violent shade of blue before she reached back, under her cloak, to trace a finger across the hilt of her sword forcing the offending emotions back underwraps.
Regarding the new entity with her cool gaze, Lyra was not bothered by the helm's eyes. Perhaps that was because she lived in that oblivion, and in coming here she had hoped find some way to escape that. Oddly enough, even though the kindly Grazelda had made her near nervous enough to leave, she had confirmed her decision to stay with the arrival of this one. Realizing she was staring she let her gaze drift to the few other occupants of this night. Listening to his voice she waited to complete her assessment with a glimpse of his face. Silently she drummed the fingers of her left hand on the table, she reasoned it was best to leave the glove on her right hand, clutching the opposite nearly discarded glove in a fist. The otherside had found her...
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 1:59 pm
Seven floats back to shore, being directed slightly by his duck companions. He takes his yukata and spins it drying it off. He then walks back into town and heads over to the White Bear Inn. By the time he reaches the door his hair and yukata are dry.
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