You are all screwed, mentally speaking.

This is because I have decided to appear! All shall bow before my almighty powers of--*Is struck by lightning* Ah, shaaaaaaaaaaat. *Faint*

Hiya *snicker* Zeus didnt feel like bowing i guess! Welocme now want a cookie?

I'd rather have an RP, but meh.

My favorite genre is Modern Fantasy. Since my hard disk crashed, I only have one of my characters, but I'll get more recovered soon.

You can still start an RP here! and have a cookie!
Ouch I hate when hard diskes go. I like just fanstasy in general!

"Who the hell do you think you are", quoted the man,the cold, cool sound of his BGM, the Sword of Magus, played. as the fighter focused, waiting for his steel to hit the ground. Ryand nodded, as instead, he quickly swung, cleaving the feelings of unwelcome, for his mission. He then nodded, looking up at the Stars. He said, "Welcome, LaularuKyrumo, to RPGateway," before falling, his sword in his hands.

I am Ryand-Smith, resident hotblooded Roleplayer of justice! I'm here, as part of the elite tactical command, under the power of the Creator, Remeus/Master. However, don't be alarmed, we are here to help you with anything roleplay related.With this said, Please do not forget to Read the Rules and The RPGateway User Manual, and I am sure we will be all right. PM or IM me with any questions, and I will get to them as soon as possible. Do not forget. The name of the machine does not matter, it is the Pilot who will make victory possible!


I have some RPs that I would humbly suggest for you.
The Magical Lyrical Technical Wings, A Fantasy RP with Cyberpunk elements, and for you Futuristic lovers.. Super Robot Wars for ROCKON, and Giant Robots!

Violet merely chuckles as the man completely botches his introduction. Instead of using the visible screen name, one should always ask for a name. Even if he is destined to be shot down, it's better than making an ass out of oneself. The man's attempts to establish himself as a fighter, one of justice no less, were even more amusing to Violet. He was no demon himself, but knew that anyone masquerading as an officer of light was likely just that--masquerading. It would be far too easy to whip out his bow and disable this man permanently, but he was amusing. This in and of itself was enough to give him purpose in Violet's eyes, which shined with delight as he saw a potential victim, the thrill of the hunt building within.

Violet stands about 6' 2" and, while he doesn't look a day over eighteen, is really twenty-four. He was named after his deep violet eyes which always seem to hold more than he is willing to reveal. With age, Violet has grown to be less sensitive about being called a girl, especially because it hasn't happened nearly as often. Violet is a skilled archer and can shoot several arrows at once from his prized longbow. He carries it around everywhere due to the constant onslaught of wild beasts. Also noticeable on his back is a dark red katana, about three feet in length. He also walks around with a silver shield with a red dragon in the middle. However, his tools are not his only marvel: Violet boasts some limited psychic powers. In addition, he has trained in Fire magic for almost ten years and has gained an immunity to water in the process. Not all his powers are cause for celebration, unfortunately, as Violet has recently acquired empathy through a freak accident involving several hybrid vampires. He spends much of his free time trying to control this power, as well as his thirst. Even during those rare times when Violet has his inner demons under control, the "unique" wildlife of the forest he calls home is never beyond sight.

This is utter foolishness... You dare to insinuate that your temper is even close to mine? Blasphemous traitor, you shall be exterminated!

And with this, Violet drew his blade, hoping that this man would have the balls to do the same. After all, it doesn't take any real skill to point and shoot, now does it?