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Oooo, love it. Anyone willing to Gate? Thats what I use most in my numerous Rp's....

By the way, we can have multiple duels going on at the same time so more than 2 people at a time are welcome to participate.

FWEE! I shall fight you! scream xd Would you prefer I use my cooler commie vamp char, or just Tovah? Either's fine by me. 3nodding

OOC: Regardless who fights me, what character, whatever. I'm making an intro and whoever wants to fight can jump in. Just say your style and if you want this to be a judged duel or not. I actually dont even mind if it's a 2 on 1 because since I'm planning to use Slicer, he's incredibly strong so it'd be a challenge for any 1 person to take him down. Oh and by the way, this really doesnt have much at all do with Hellsing (cept the end). I am actually talking about one of my other RPs The Gate (check sig) so if you dont understand something you're not really supposed to. Oh and my intros tend to be lengthy so read and enjoy.

IC: Slicer's eyes flared open and the assassin sat upright in his bed as the shadows scattered from his face. Even in the darkness beads of cold sweat glistened on his forehead and the assassin nervously wiped them off. He realized he had overslept. He hadn't slept in weeks, maybe more, he didn't need to... didn't want to... didn't like to. It was simply an excuse to pass time, an excuse to close one's eyes and escape reality only to enter something even worse. Every time it was the same dream, the same nightmare that kept haunting him ever since he had left the Gate. The same infinite darkness crowded his mind and the flames rose up from the darkness engulfing him. Slicer shivered, he felt incredibly cold and empty inside, even though the room around him was unpleasantly warm and humid. He shook his head banishing the last fragments of the nightmare from his mind and got up from his bed. The room was pitch black except for a long rectangle of dim orange light that passed through the dusty window from the streetlight outside. Rain hammered on the roof and window creating a dull hum in the room.

He stood at six feet nine inches, towering over most of those that came before him. He was incredibly thin only weighing around 250 pounds but yet maintaining a muscular upper body and toned legs. His arms and torso were covered in scars that were over fifty years old, but his face hardly looked older than thirty. White hair hung loosely around his head covering up most of his face and stretching down to his shoulders. In a slight daze Slicer moved around the room in complete darkness and walked over to the window and looked out into the deserted street. It was night, he had been sleeping for over a day, no wonder the dream seemed an eternity. With sluggish, careless movements the assassin pulled on a pair of black pants that hung on the simple wooden chair behind him and a tight undershirt that accompanied the pants. He sank down in the chair looking out into the street, not stirring, trying not to think, but in that, thinking even more. Every time he slept he could feel the Gate calling out to him. Yes, he had escaped the pull of the hub of dimensions, but he knew he would have to return there eventually. His mind was already corrupted by the infinite, he could not shake it, he could not forget it, and he could not escape it. He thought he could keep living once he had left the infinite plane but that was a naive thought and he knew it. The never ending darkness appealed to him, his life no longer seemed like it mattered in this world of petty conflicts.

Slicer's gaze passed over the room that had been his ever since he returned to Earth. A simple square with a hard spring mattress in one corner, a small stand with a half broken television on it and a chair with a table in front of the stand. He needed nothing except the television. It was the way he would tell when the conflict began again, when it was time for him to return to the binds of the prophesy. Cracking his neck Slicer got up and brushed the hair out of his face and behind him. As his hand passed over his face it crazed a long scar leading down from the corner of his left eye through his cheek and down to the corner of his mouth. There was no pain anymore, just a strange feeling of nothingness as if the scar was no longer a part of his face. His hand then passed down his cheek feeling the light prickly fuzz that covered his cheeks and chin. Slicer's fingers reached the end of his long jaw and fell from his face returning to their original position at his side. The assassin slowly walked over to a closet separated from the room by a thin veil. Reaching inside he pulled out a long black cloak with a hood and a pair of soft heeled leather boots followed by what looked like a coarse leather vest with an inner metal plating. Fastening the boots and the armor onto himself Slicer slung the cloak over his shoulders and walked out of the room.

Walking out of the run down hotel where he had been living Slicer headed up the street in complete darkness with only the dull orange glow of the solitary street light behind him. He had walked these streets hundreds, thousands of times before. He could name every house and every stone that composed each of the buildings. Day after day he wasted away on these streets or inside the corner bars that were scattered everywhere. When he walked, it was as if he moved through a black and white mass that stood still around him, never changing, never moving. People did not notice him or if they did they never walked near him, he moved like a being separated from the rest of the world. Now however there were no people and most of the bars were closed. The only thing now was rain, coming down in torrents, slowly sliding down the cobblestone walkways and into the gutters. Slicer continued walking in complete silence, by his guess it was about 2 o'clock in the morning, the time when the city curfew was past and when noone was allowed on the street. Slicer rounded a corner and came to a large intersection in which stood several street lamps and two police officers armed with guns.

The assassin leaned against the wall and looked at the two men as they walked around the plaza. Although Slicer was only several feet away from them, the two passed him as if nothing was there and to them it really did seem like nothing was there, except the shadows. However Slicer was material, very material, too material for his own liking. In this world he didn't truly exist, no one truly realized his presence until he made it known, and he rarely ever did that. There was no more use for his skills, he found no challenge, no joy, no exitement in being an assassin. People had grown peaceful and for a while it seemed to him like he could adapt to that same lifestyle, but he never could. Much larger conflict was ingrained in his mind, much larger calculations were taking place. After waiting for the civil guards to pass, Slicer left his solitary position and walked forward through the intersection, leaving the old sector of the town for the newer, and better constructed area.

He passed the church that he passed every day and entered the subway station. There was no point to his travels, just wasting time, biding his time until he was recalled again. In the subway most of the lights were on, reducing Slicer's shadow coverage and exposing his presence to the few onlookers. The ground was littered with cigarrette butts and beer cans and several begars were gathered around a trashcan in the far end of the platform. Several women also stood on the platform, but they were nothing but street trash that was working late. One of the women, a tall blonde dressed in a short skirt and a tube top approached Slicer but before she could reach him the assassin walked into the shadows at the far end of the platform and dissappeared. The women exchanged curious looks but remained where they stood. Slicer meanwhile crossed onto the next platform and sat down on one of the benches staring into the train tunnel.

Suddenly, he felt a pull inside his stomach and his head. It wasn't hunger but something much more sinister. The blood inside his temples began to violently pound and to Slicer it seemed as if his own heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. The lights on all of the platforms began to violently flicker and shake as a dull rumble began to rock the ground below his feet. Suddenly two trains going in opposite directions appeared coming out of the tunnels on the same track. Jumping up from his bench, Slicer dove across the pit to the next platform and started running up the stairs to the city. Behind him he heard a monumental crash as flames and derbris erupted from the collision of the trains. However as he reached the top of the stairs, Slicer stumbled backwards in shock. From above came a rain of fire and metal as massive airships lumbered in the leaden sky. All around were flames and explosions as incendiary bombs rained down from the sky. Snapping out of his trance Slicer reached inside his cloak and a flash of steel glistened in the fire. Turning around, Slicer walked back into the train station the roof of which was now blown open with the flames from the train wreck escaping into the dark opening. The pull in Slicer's head and stomach were stronger now, he could feel the Gate calling out to him, drawing him back into the infernal loop of conflict. The assassin stood with his arms at his sides, one of his hands sporting a long spiked hilt with a single ruby on the top. From the hilt rose a four foot long blade pointing towards the ground, black as the darkness of the assassin's attire and glowing red from the flames surrounding it. Staring into the flames Slicer uttered only one sentence.

"And so it begins anew."

OOC: It doesnt matter who attacks me or for what reason. You can be a bad guy and show me as the "good guy" or you can be a good guy coming to wipe out the evil. Whatever your reason is, just jump in. I didnt make this intro for the hell of it.

Kwee! I guess I'll use Miss Pavlichenko. 3nodding You post first though. Haha. domokun

You dont have to do anything like me. The entire point of this thread is to read how other people RP and learn from their styles and develop some of your own. I'd have to say that being original is probably what counts most because all that description and all of that effort is kinda wasted if all you're doing is restating something. That is another reason I promote using new cahracters for every duel. Slicer isnt my only character.

Yay! 4laugh Take your time--make her fun! (It's fine if she's not a Nazi, but their little fight might make more sense that way. whee )