Damion Strife

(Accepted, welcome to the fight! ) Desmond looked at the man standing next to him. Then smiled and said ", Well of course I know what's going on. We're about to get divided up into our camp squads by Captain Mallik. Aparently there are four Captains, each from their own respective countries, and I've already been pre-ordered into Captain Mallik's squad. The other Captains attending are Captain Giliad from Berristor, Captain Rulfik Grimfang from Forrestor, and Captain Nordrik Arn...the King of Gorrik's Nephew." Desmond smirked, he was glad to find that he actually knew things others didn't, and maybe it could stay that way. That would make it go easier for him being a recruit and all.

(Sorry I had a lot of laundry to do...)

Vincent quickly turned into his cloak form and blasted out of the room. He then flew up infront of a painted glass window in the foyer of the mansion. "Wanna play Sephiroth? Come and get me if you dare!" ,He yelled as he reloaded. He was ready for practically anything, especially giving the fact that Sephiroth liked to play with meteors.

Marcus reached into the gun in his cloak. "No need for introductions. Good man, jumping straight for what you need. Father leave..." ,Marcus said calmly. His dad got up and ran. "Vincent, it's time. You take it from here," Marcus thought. Instantly Marcus felt completly out of it, and Vincent had full control. "You know, usually Cloud has the honor of fighting you. But I'm glad I haven't found him yet, and that's because I have always wanted a turn to take you on..Sephiroth" ,Vincent said calmly. Marcus's eyes were red, and even his voice wasn't his. On the inside he saw himself playing it out. "Ok, Vincent. We need to get the first strike in, or else we're screwed buddy!" ,Marcus thought. Vincent nodded and immediatly pointed the gun at James and fired three times.

(Nah, that's good. Since you are currently the only member of your race feel free to make any modifications to your race. That goes for everyone. But in the case that another person joins, you might want to discuss the matter with them.) Desmond was flying down from his tower, and within minutes he reached Captain Mallik and his thirteen guards. "Private Desmond. Welcome to the war, due to the need of our immediate departure I've brought your sword and shield, and now if you don't mind you need to adjust your euipment and leave with us now," Mallik said. Desmond shouted a quick 'YES SIR!' and quickly put his sheath onto a strap around his belt. Then he grabbed his sheild with his left hand and they took off. The group ended up in a training camp in Gorrik. They were greeted by King Arn of the Gorrik and his six Generals. "Welcome Captain Mallik, I trust this camp will accomidate your needs, if you need anything my Capitol is just thirteen miles south of here, and with that I'll leave you to your work. Gods be with you, Long live the Retaliation Forces!" and just like that the King was gone. Desmond was really confused, he'd never seen people be so hasty and quick about their speech, and he really didn't understand why their camp was so close to the Capitol and so far away from the border with the Elves. They could be there fighting, not training. "Private Desmond, your father instructed us to put the camp here for your protection. I can sense your distress about it, but it's also the safest place to help you get used to your weapons. It's also the best place to train new recruits without worrying about being attacked," Captain Mallik said. Desmond nodded, and then the group of Anguul walked towards the center of the camp.

The sun was shining brightly through the clouds, the snow was falling lightly on the mountain top, and Desmond was looking out of his high tower room. His black wings were folded comfortably behind him as he put on his clothes. Soon he'd be going to the barracks and picking up his sword and shield. He was excited, he was reporting to Captain Mallik in only three hours, and he had to look his best. So he combed his hair, brushed his teeth, groomed his wings, and then headed out. It was the start of a whole new life, and he was extremly excited.

I'm hungry...

Brutus put the axe back on his back and walked over to the three of them. "Well that was pretty unexpected, but I think it went pretty well." Brutus said smirking. Then he turned around and started walking off. He was hell bent on getting to Parma and dropping off his brother's money. They'd never have to touch another cow after he dropped off the load of money he'd won in Albana. But suddenly a guard walked up to him and said, "That'll be 70,000 for the damage to that man's stand." Brutus sighed and handed the guard his money. 'Crap, only 30,000 left. Well it'll pay for him to get a decent vacation to Greede this summer,' Brutus thought.

Marcus had found it. The particular item he had been searching for. A floor length black trench coat, this would suffice for his ghost cloak transformations. Vincent was pleased too, but he was also puzzeled. "Your current outfit doesn't match that black trench coat." Vincent thought. Marcus looked down, his tan suit would be a problem, and so he changed his color scheme. Instead of tan, he now wore black, and to put on a finishing touch he added the trench. "Well Vince, we look pretty damn good don't we?" Marcus thought. "Sure, but my name is Vincent. Let's just keep it buisness casual ok? I don't mind being your friend, but let's remember this is a job. I also strongly suggest you find a way to gather our allies to us. Ok?" Vincent thought. Marcus nodded. "I'd been thinking about that. I agree, and we couldn't take on Sephiroth like this. So, I've formulated a plan. Since my dad is the govenor, I can have him check out that house incident carefully, and then once we find them he can bring them to me. Then we'll have our heroes. Sound good?" Marcus asked. Vincent agreed, and their plan was enabled. He went into his father's room, and within minutes the investigation began.

Brutus pulled his axe from it's normal position on it's back, and swung it at the Gigas's leg. He then proceeded to swing again and again. This made the Gigas very frustrated, and he immediatly struck Brutus in the head with his tail. Brutus was sent flying backwards into a food stand, and that made fourty pounds of wood fall on him. "Ouch...that kinda hurt!" Brutus said laughing. He got up and started walking back over to the Gigas, readying his axe...

"Thanks, but that's enough games for me. Time to head back to good ole' Parma," Brutus said smiling. He turned around and was staring into the eyes of a chubby guy in a purple robe. "I'd like to try my hand at this...ammusing card game," the man said. Brutus leaned into the man and said ",I'm not so sure this is a game you want to play. I believe this man is done for the day." The chubby man then walked around Brutus and sat infront of the table. "Shuffle those cards. This is a game I can't afford not to play!" ,the man said smiling.

Brutus's eyes caught a gleam off of the cards, he flipped and lost. "Hold on. That was definatly rigged. I wager 50,000 that you just cheated me!" Brutus said angrily. Then he slipped a slight smirk. "Sorry, I tend to get carried away. How about this, one more game. If you win, you get the money, but if I win I keep the money. In case of a tie, I'll take my money, and you keep yours. Everyone wins," Brutus said as he calmed down.

Marcus was now standing in the rubble that used to be the house. "Well that sure wasn't in your little gameplan was it? That jerk nearly got us killed!" Marcus thought. "Marcus, I know you're mad, but don't forget that I got us out of there!" ,Vincent thought back. Marcus scoffed, Vincent was right. If they hadn't done that insane turn into a whirling ghost like cape thing by using the curtains...they definatly wouldn't have made it out alive. "Marcus, what do you think about hunting Cloud down and getting some answers?" Vincent thought. "No. First off, I'm going to get some new 'Battle-Worthy' clothes, and then we're going to find Sephiroth. I've never been so close to being with a group of people before, and he took it away from me! I've never had friends Vincent! Never! I was soo damn close!!!" Marcuss thought. Vincent remained silent. He knew Marcus was in a voulnerable state, and so he just agreed. A limo came and picked Marcus up, and he was back at the govenor's mansion in minutes. He quickly went threw his clothes searching for something....

Ok, I think we are ready to get into the story, but anyone who wants to join up feel free to do so. There is a 99.9% chance you will be accepted with no questions asked.

Marcus looked up. Then his face turned completely red, a girl spoke to him.... Marcus didn't hear her plea for help, all he heard was a female voice. He wasn't good with talking to females, and so Vincent took charge. "Hello Tifa, I suppose this means Cloud and Sephiroth are at it again? Well, I can only assume I need to help you out.... I'm not even going to see if my assumption is correct. I sense the pure hatred from here. I'll see you when I break up the fight," Vincent said. Then Marcus snapped out of his embarrassed state, he ran down the street following Vincent's instructions, and he arrived at a smoking house. "Marcus, I'm about to take over your right arm, legs, and right eye. Don't be alarmed when it happens," Vincent thought to him. "Alright. Do it. I'll do my best with my left arm and eye," Marcus thought to him. Then he lost feeling in his arm, lost sight in his eye, but his right eye became as red as Vincent's. The next thing Marcus knew, his gun was pulled out, and he was jumping into the burning house. He landed and saw the two fighting. "Hello, nice house," Vincent said with a grin. (Vincent took the right because he needs the right arm for shooting, the right arm for aiming, and the legs for running.)

Marcus left the concert early...the music wasn't his thing. He won tickets to see it the week before, and recently he'd been hearing Vincent Valentine talking in his head. His father almost put him into a mental institution, but that wouldn't have went good for buisness. The thought of the Govenor's son locked in a mental institution for talking to a video game character was not the kind of publicity he needed when reelections were so close. 'So, do you still think you're crazy Marcus?' ,Vincent said. 'Actually I'm starting to accept it' ,Marcus thought back. He felt insecure about the situation, but what could he do about it? Vincent had even convinced him to make a gun, and conceal it inside his messenger bag for safe keepings! He didn't know what Vincent was planning, but he listened. Vincent was the closest thing he had to a friend.

Brutus entered Balandor, he was excited to be back in the city after wandering around. His horrible gambling problems had him run to Albana in hopes of riches. Luckily he was good at what he did, and he was headed back to his brother's house in Parma. Then he noticed a man with a gambling stand on the side of the main road. 'Just one game maybe...' ,he thought. He walked over to the man and said, "What's the rules of the game, and how much money do I need to get started?" He was on a four day winning streak, and he felt invinsible.

Accepted but which race are you?

Chines??? Chinese maybe? Lol spelling fail!

Nah.

Character Name: Marcus White Appearance: Inhabiter: Vincent Valentine Weapon: Personality: Marcus is kind of a loner, he talks to people, but he just can't seem to say the right things in the right situations. He has offended many people because of his blunt and sometimes harmful remarks. Height/ Weight: 5'10 and 134 lbs.

Ok, Ima have to card you...

Yeah, my french is a bit rusty. My german is great, and I'm working on my japanese. I also speak English with an Arkansan accent.

Yep I spoke German. How bout dat? Bonjour je parle francais bien!