Black9

Stumpy rudely walked infront of Sweet almost clomping on her toe in the process. Sweetcherrie moved just in time to see Stumpies evil grin enter the stage...followed by an insane laugh. The old stump hopped up to the microphone and began to speak. Stumpy-"What will I do for the Pen if I win this pageant? I would rally all tree's and evil being through-out the Pen to rise up and take the place by storm! That's right! As ruler of the Pen I'd rain terror down upon all you forgotten souls and laugh! I would then train my troops to make your lives a living hell! That's what I'd do if I won the pageant! Oh, but have a nice day." With that Stumpy hopped off the stage with a wicked grin and a laugh.

Stumpy hopped out onto the stage with an evil grin. He had hidden his true self for far too long and it was high time he showed the world...or atleast the pageant what he was made of. Stumpies grin turned to a dead serious expression and within a moments time...he began to speak. Turning the judges way...Stumpy smiled. Stumpy-"Hello, my names Stumpy and my talent is blackmail. I'm not above lieing nor am I above cheating. I simply want to point out that I can make certain peoples lives rather distasteful. Do you get my drift?" Stumpy looked around one last time before returning back stage...once more dawning an evil grin.

Anna gave a look of shock as she'd not yet realized what had happened...she just knew that her clumsiness had done something. It then sank in what just occurred and evoked a smile upon the Slayer's face...a very brief smile as the announcement for round three came booming out of nowhere and into Anna's ears. "The time has come for you to take part in a real treat. Our very own Anna will perform a special symphony both written and prepared by the Slayer herself. And now with no further aduei...Anna!" Anna tried to flag the announcer down...she so desperately wanted to change her act...though it would appear that it was already too late. She can't very well let the audience down...can she? Stepping out onto the stage, Anna took out a baton from her inner dress and nervously approached the center floor. With a quiver in her voice, she began to speak. Anna-"As the announcer man said..." Anna was too nervous to remember his name and became even more embarassed at her lack of knowledge. "I prepared a special symphony of fireworks. Magical, ofcourse!" Taking a deep breath, Anna gave a sigh and waved the baton with a magical glow...only to lunge it forward and have it putter out. Displaying a meek grin as she waved the baton again...only to achieve the same results. Becoming too nervous to do anything more...Anna broke the baton in half and tossed it too the ground. This fit of emotion seemed to enable her magical abilities and sent forth a rush a fireworks that exploded over the judges and audiences heads...just over their heads. The more alert members of the crowd ducked and avoided any damage...others weren't so lucky. Anna turned with a sheepish grin and spoke one last time before running for her life. Anna-"Umm, sorry?" Anna said before vanishing behind the curtains managing to clumsily trip on her exit.

Maybe you missed it but I sent something a while ago:) No prob, I'll send it again:)

Anna paced backstage as round two was announced and talked to herself in an attempt to not choke as she did before. Crowds always made the room start closing in. She could just tell that they were laughing at her from the inside and sometimes out! Yes, she had been told to picture the audience in their undergarments, but found that to be just so...just so wrong! What was she doing here in the first place? True, she had some looks, but she was a Slayer...not a beauty queen! By this time, the ground had begun to groove downward do to her relentless pacing and all together insane conversation with herself. Noticing more then a few eyes glancing her way...as she was blocking the runway...Anna once again looked over her two piece dress...you heard me right...a two piece dress and stepped out onto the runway with as much gumption as her little heart could muster. Glancing the audience's way with a look that could charm a vampire, Anna took a downward stare...well...slightly to the side and came back out with an attitude. Striking a pose, a leg revealed itself from the darkness within and awoke the Slayer's desire for victory...even if she secretly thought that they were laughing at her! Anna's skin was soft with a slight tan...her father always used to compliment her on the great care she took of herself in her youth and it remained true to this day. The dress was a mold of tightly fitted silk...spun from the finest weavers of which the Slayer had knowledge. The silk was red with a low bust, but not so low that it's revealing and molded to her body as she deemed her own skin. Truth be told she felt a little embarrassed, but it was hardly noticable do to her attitude. The top section of her dress ended just above her belly button and just around her inner shoulders...leaving her arms free to move about. The second portion of the dress was a skirt that stretched from her waist...to mid calf and came up on one side leaving room for one leg to escape. The high heeledl shoes, also red, were difficult to walk in as she hadn't been used to such things and made her motions a little less graceful to begin with, but as Anna had been adaptive...she came into her walk. Slowly making her way down the catwalk, the Slayer stretched out her arms to both sides and gave a graceful spin in the center...coming to a sudden halt upon reaching the end. Winking toward the audience, Anna gave a slow spin and turned back around with a smile...revealing both a strapless and backless upper portion of the dress. Giving even more attitude on her way back, Anna came to a halt before exiting the runway. Flashing one more smiling glance the audience's way...the Slayer gave one final wink before becoming somewhat entangled in the curtains. After a few moments passed, she managed to escape from her bondage disappearing backstage with an embarassed grin. It was around this time that Stumpy came rolling by...literally...as Anna wiped the sweat that had begun to form on her forhead and helped the stump to it's...umm...let's say feet. Not giving it a second thought, Stumpy hopped out onto the runway with little on his mind but making it through this day with his bark. He was dressed...as you might call it...in a nice pine overcoat he borrowed from a nearby tree...that's it...borrowed! The bark coat was taken from a tree with little less then perfection and caused Stumpy to grin evily as he clomped his way to the end of the catwalk and came to a halt upon reaching its end.Not having any legs, it was difficult for Stumpy to spin, but he managed it with some trouble and miraculously managed to hold in his grumpy wumpy attitude for most of the walk. This evil grin broke as he was just about to leave the stage...being hit by the curtain and rolling all the way back to the other end of the catwalk, falling into the audience with a low grumble and a thud. A few choice words came from the sand below as the stump vanished from sight...like he'd show after that performance?

Death thought hard about joining the crowd at their little get-together, but decided against the idea as he'd never been good with crowds. Having grown up in a graveyard...there wasn't many that came to visit and even if they did it was for other reasons. If they happened to pass by then great...they said hi...but the fact remained that not many passed by and this left Death a little lacking in normal behavior. Death-"Mother, Father, why did you leave me at such a young age? I need you now as I needed you then...how is child of my age supposed to survive and thrive on his own?" Death once again turned the direction of the commotion and gave a spooky grin. Death-"One day...when I'm ready...I will join them...father."

Ooops..edited my post...hope it fits:)

Observing from far off...sitting upon his sister's grave stone. Death rolled over with laughter as the secession for the the throne had been up for grabs. Knocking his head against a nearby stone, Death once again came to his senses and donned a wicked grin. Death, of the house of the Fallen, was one the last surviving members of a once great and powerful house. Each member of the house carried with them a special and unique talent. Sara, Death's older sister, became known as a rather crafty assassin. She weilded two small daggers dipped in poison and donned little armor as she desired speed over protection. Joseph, Death's father and all around king of the house...adorned heavy army and weilded a rather large and destructive broad sword. He was a man that towered over many opponents with shear initimidation tactics and/or mustles. Barbara, Death's mother, was the old wise woman on the house and though lacking in combat skills, she excelled in worldly knowledge and unique anticdotes. Death, the last remaining of the family, was the crafty one. He having been the last in line of his family...he spent most of his free time in the house graveyard and practiced the arts of necromancy. This left little time to hone his combat skills and left much...if any to be desired. Being a novice, the only knowledge Death held about the black arts...was fact that would one day be proven horribly wrong. Death was under the impression that the graveyard strengthened his necromancy, when infact it all depended on ones own will power. Death gave a laugh as he heared the news that even he could take the throne for but a brief moment and spoke one final line with a spooky grin. Death-"The will of the dead will see that our houses rightful respect is returned!" OOC: Sorry my bad:)

Stumpy-"Friends you say?" Grumbling under his breath...putting on an almost fake smile Stumpy continued. Stumpy-"Why not?" The tree stump stated as he did the, "Clomp Dance".

Anna sat at her table backstage wondering how she could take on a quest, but still choke in front of a crowd. Vowing to do better next round, she took to her feet and passed by a rather angry tree stump. Stumpy-"First I wake up on the wrong side of the bed! I then get pushed around by a stupid vegie!" Little did Stumpy know that Tom was right behind him the entire time. "Oh and let's not forget the wood abuse! That is very very wrong!" With Stumpies luck...Wyvern was also nearby and heard every word:)

I Signed up Anna to:)

I sent mine in as a PM...I hope I did this right?

Before Tom could run off, Stumpy comes hopping out onto the stage with an irritated look upon his face. (Hey, what do you expect? Stumpy is a old, rotting tree stump for crying out loud! He doesn't have legs or arms!) Tom's face went numb as Stumpy clomped directly onto his foot and was shoved aside with little more than a push. Rolling into a nearby wall, the old Tree Stump grumbled again as a few members of the crowd came to prop him back up...Tom took this time to slowly limp away. Stumpy-"Oh, what do you want of me now?" Stumpy looked around to notice that he was on stage and ought to introduce himself...all the while not having a clue what had been going on. Loudly clunking up to the mic...Stumpy began to speak in a very irrational manner. Stumpy-"Hello, Gents and Germs...my name is Stumpy and I am in a very sore mood! I don't know what I'm doing here but it better be for a good reason! " It was then whispered to the Stump that he was introducing himself for the pageant and this made Stumpy...do nothing different. Stumpy-"Vote for me!" Stumpy said as he clomped off the stage with a grouchy attitude...the loud noise of him, "walking", in a manner...forcing the crowd and judges to think twice about allowing him to move on. Meanwhile, Anna, not yet ready to go on...was motioned that it was her turn and gave a shreak at the moment she was announced. Still backstage, Anna tried to reason with people that happened to pass by and look important. Anna-"It's already my turn...but I'm not ready!" The Slayer's cries for help were unanswered as she was called yet again to the stage...this time in a more...let's say...enthusiastic voice! Throwing on a few more things, Anna gave a sigh and slowly made her entrance onto the walkway to fame. Upon hitting the stage, her feet stopped moving as she'd taken to stage fright and had to be shoved over to the mic by a random person behind her. Finally getting up the nerve to step up to the mic...Anna began to speak in a lovely...high pitched tone. Anna-"Hello everyone...I am Anna...daughter of Joseph...leader and last surviving member of the once proud army known only as "The Slayers". My father was a wise man that..." It was whispered to her that this was supposed to be about her and not her father. Anna winced as she took another stab at it. Anna-"I'm a rather shy woman with skills in the martial arts and the supposed ability to cast holy magic. I say supposedly...cause I have no clue what I'm doing...it just happens!" Losing her nerve, Anna winced again and stated one last phrase before running off the stage. "Thank you and goodnight!"

I hope this means I can still sign up...as I would have if I'd known. I want to sign up Black.

Congrads:)

So since I'm in both first rounds...do I send you a 2 PMs...one for and one agaisnt?

(I know I've already found more than my share... but poor Black9 has been stranded for so long I wanted to try tongue.gif May I deliver some tea to Black9 in Stonehenge, by any chance?) Black hears a ship arrive and thinks it's the aliens coming to pick him up, but finds that his tea has arrived and runs onto the ship ready to leave this bloody place! Great job, Tanuchan!

(Hmm, is Black9 floating around in the Gulf of Mexico?) No I am bloody not:)

This is my first time in the games so go easy on the confusing stuff please:) Name-Death (From the House of The Fallen) weapons-Bone dagger-key item in summoning the dead magic-Necromancy-uses the dead to protect himself Status-Death looks to be the age of young boy of 16. He has no skills in melee combat and tends to have a attitude so happy it's almost creepy. Friendly to peoples faces Death likes to plot in his spare time with no general goal in mind. He is a novice at controlling the dead but has much potential. He carries with him a version the The Book of the Dead which he learns new spells and abilities. Death has the ability to summon one undead only but the better the spell the stronger the pet and the more difficult to control. If Death were to lose control, his own pet may just choose to kill him. Family-Because Death's immediate family died when he was/is still young. Death grew up spending most of his time in graveyard. Infact, Death has come to believe that the graveyard strengthens him in the ways of power...and even though this is not true it gives him the confidence to better use his abilities. Attire-Death's appearance is very gothic with everything on him being black. Even his hair is black and it's his natural color.

The tea will go bad before it reaches me:)

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To whomever finds this note...I ask that you bring help immediatly! I have been captured by aliens and taken to their listening post. I have been bouldered over by my fears that I will never be found. The Mother Ship promised they'd return for me if I did not evacuate immediatly! The second problem I have been having is that the time has already passed and I have yet to find a drop of tea! Perhaps I'll wait for the moonlight to point me to the mine...or better yet...find the treasure once buried here? Please! Somebody bloody help me! What's the use...I guess I'll just sit on the bloody rock and sing a bloody song! In eighteen fourteen we took a little trip. Along Colonel Jackson down the mighty mississip. We took a little bacon and we took a little beans and fought the bloody...oh how did that go again? It would appear that these bloody "artists", weren't squares after all! Although they could have fooled me! I do hope the myths about this place aren't true. It would most certainly help if I had a calendar around here! At least then I'd know the bloody day! Oh, don't tell me! I'm complaining again aren't I? I supose now you won't bother rescuing me from the Mother Ship and her oowy goowy alien babies...are you! We'll let me tell you something! Your the squares...all of you! You know what? I don't want to be found! Wait, wait, I take that back...please find me! I beg of you! And when you do...BRING SOME BLOODY TEA!

Woohoo! Time to reseach!

Black poped out from the back of the bar and grins. The barkeep isnt here so consider me his replacement! Preparing three drinks Black hopped over the bar and took a seat next to the duo. Slide a drink to both fellows Black awaited stories as well.

Yes, WB indeed:)