Anime Fusion

[Nazo]

I look back at this man who was the one who most likely brought me in i stop and think if i should stay. Mabey he had imformation about my past proboley not but still.... "Ok" i say without emotion. I walk to the stool next to him and sit down.

E: "Get this man whatever drink he wants." I whisper to the bartender. "So how did you end up here?"

[TurtleXBard]

I ask the bartender for just water with little ice and i return my focus to the man sitting across from me "I'm not sure my self i woke up in a ghost town covered in wounds and bruises. All i know for sure is my name, Im searching for some one who knows my past but iv had little luck with that." i sigh as the bartender brings me my water and I take a sip which makes my head hurt and i put the glass down and return my attention back to the man "So whats your name and were did you come from?"

[Yiew]

Nerrath Rotblow

As a warrior non-concerned about others woes other than the vanquish of evil, Nerrath feels out of place in this town, his quest leading to many places...
Walking along a beaten path, Nerrath finds himself focused mentally preparing for anything which may come his way. Nothing must surprise him in this land, where the smallest get killed and the largest, strongest survive, that is which Nerrath has been accustomed to.

As Nerrath walks into the desolate but oddly overpopulated terrace, he quickly discovers there are two types of people in this place, those that will fight him and those that will run and cower. People seem to stare and quickly judge whether they would win the bare possessions on his back if they choose to challenge him. Nerrath was never one for purposely choosing fights but knew when the time came he would need to fend for his life, a battle he has won many times over. Weary and in need of solace, Nerrath finds the local watering hole, perhaps to wet his beard, his lips in dire need of drink.

"Bar keep, I order your largest, strongest drink, and I do not wish to see my glass go empty this evening!" Nerrath says with deep assertiveness. He has learnt over the many years that his size is a dominating factor, and when not in the mood to play peace keeper as he has done so much of his life for the will of good, he uses what he has earnt to his advantage, that, and no one argues with a man who can single handedly weild a claymore sword.

Nerrath sits at a lone table, sharpening his blade, entranced in the steel that has saved him so many times, unwittingly aware of those that now stare at him.

[Nazo]

I ask the bartender for just water with little ice and i return my focus to the man sitting across from me "I'm not sure my self i woke up in a ghost town covered in wounds and bruises. All i know for sure is my name, Im searching for some one who knows my past but iv had little luck with that." i sigh as the bartender brings me my water and I take a sip which makes my head hurt and i put the glass down and return my attention back to the man "So whats your name and were did you come from?"

E: "My name is Etrios. I come from, as you may call it, The Land of The Dead. My people call it the Soul Society. All I remember from my life is pieces and fragments, small snippets of information, what I can remember is my name, my occupation, and my purpose. And..." I looked at my strange Butterfly Kattana with two blades at my hip, "... A little about my sword. I am a Soul Reaper, and my job dictates that I have a weapon for slaying demons, not just any weapon; It is alive. It learns and grows alongside me, it speaks to me, whispers to me, and all I know is it is very powerful, and two seperate blades combine into one." I carefully drew it, it's forward katana blade nicked and serated with signs of harsh battle, a two tone blade with a black blade and red at the back of the blade. The backward katana blade was white with a black back, looking almost untouched by battle. Both blades where connected by interlacing metal blades intertwining a seal of obsidion and moonstone, the symbol on it resembling a cross with a sideways cross with a halo around the 3 points going through the middle of the original cross. The sword's blades whent down to a white basket guard going from the back blade ending in a black 'brutal knuckles-like guard at the front, the handle wrapped in thick white cotton wrap with black chain interlacing it, the cloth and chain tied off at the hilt, making two tails, the chain ending in a brutal spike, flowing freely. As Etrios held the sword, the wrapping tails wrapped around his arm, the black chain stabbing itself into his shoulder. As Etrios winces, the pain seemed to leave him quickly. He then held the sword horizontaly, both blades seeming to radiate with red and blue energy, and said, "This is my sword; Fragmina Fatis. In Latin, it's name means 'Broken Destiny.'" As Etrios acknowledged the swords name, it seemed to glow with the two energies.

[Nazo]

Nerrath Rotblow

As a warrior non-concerned about others woes other than the vanquish of evil, Nerrath feels out of place in this town, his quest leading to many places...
Walking along a beaten path, Nerrath finds himself focused mentally preparing for anything which may come his way. Nothing must surprise him in this land, where the smallest get killed and the largest, strongest survive, that is which Nerrath has been accustomed to.

As Nerrath walks into the desolate but oddly overpopulated terrace, he quickly discovers there are two types of people in this place, those that will fight him and those that will run and cower. People seem to stare and quickly judge whether they would win the bare possessions on his back if they choose to challenge him. Nerrath was never one for purposely choosing fights but knew when the time came he would need to fend for his life, a battle he has won many times over. Weary and in need of solace, Nerrath finds the local watering hole, perhaps to wet his beard, his lips in dire need of drink.

"Bar keep, I order your largest, strongest drink, and I do not wish to see my glass go empty this evening!" Nerrath says with deep assertiveness. He has learnt over the many years that his size is a dominating factor, and when not in the mood to play peace keeper as he has done so much of his life for the will of good, he uses what he has earnt to his advantage, that, and no one argues with a man who can single handedly weild a claymore sword.

Nerrath sits at a lone table, sharpening his blade, entranced in the steel that has saved him so many times, unwittingly aware of those that now stare at him.

E: After explaining himself to the man he took inside, he then yelled, putting a large amount of money on the table, "LITIGATIONS(drinks) FOR EVERYBODY!!!!" As some in the bar cheered, he noticed the barberian-looking man sitting at a lone table. Etrios then gestured for the man to join him at another seat next to him.

[Nazo]

(Anime Fusion is a roleplay made by me, the general storyline being that by a discrete cosmic event, the worlds of every anime and manga colide, and heroes(made by the users who participate, be them main characters of fan-made characters) unite against the evils of their realities. If you make a fan-made character from an anime, or a character with traits from history(like Yiew's Barberian) I humbly as that you look into the backround of what you're basing the character off of, so it's attacks are as close and relative to the manga/anime/point in time as possible. Otherwise we'd have alot of chaos with no explaination in this forum! lol)

[TurtleXBard]

E: "My name is Etrios. I come from, as you may call it, The Land of The Dead. My people call it the Soul Society. All I remember from my life is pieces and fragments, small snippets of information, what I can remember is my name, my occupation, and my purpose. And..." I looked at my strange Butterfly Kattana with two blades at my hip, "... A little about my sword. I am a Soul Reaper, and my job dictates that I have a weapon for slaying demons, not just any weapon; It is alive. It learns and grows alongside me, it speaks to me, whispers to me, and all I know is it is very powerful, and two seperate blades combine into one." I carefully drew it, it's forward katana blade nicked and serated with signs of harsh battle, a two tone blade with a black blade and red at the back of the blade. The backward katana blade was white with a black back, looking almost untouched by battle. Both blades where connected by interlacing metal blades intertwining a seal of obsidion and moonstone, the symbol on it resembling a cross with a sideways cross with a halo around the 3 points going through the middle of the original cross. The sword's blades whent down to a white basket guard going from the back blade ending in a black 'brutal knuckles-like guard at the front, the handle wrapped in thick white cotton wrap with black chain interlacing it, the cloth and chain tied off at the hilt, making two tails, the chain ending in a brutal spike, flowing freely. As Etrios held the sword, the wrapping tails wrapped around his arm, the black chain stabbing itself into his shoulder. As Etrios winces, the pain seemed to leave him quickly. He then held the sword horizontaly, both blades seeming to radiate with red and blue energy, and said, "This is my sword; Fragmina Fatis. In Latin, it's name means 'Broken Destiny.'" As Etrios acknowledged the swords name, it seemed to glow with the two energies.

"i put down the glass of water and then look up at Etrios. My body winces for a unknown reason When he mentioned demons. My back began to hurt underneath the cloak "I cant show him my wings." i thought "What are you doing in this town? "and exactly were is this town?" i ask him

[Nazo]

E: "Not even I know that. I just remember being sent here by the highest authority... something to do with my Bankai..." I say, mentioning Bankai and my swords' pressure and energy growing more intense.

[TurtleXBard]

"Oh..."i reply in a kind of sadness. I finish the glass of water and then stare at the glass trying to remember were i came from and who i was. Unable to find the answers in the glass i get up and walk over to the bartender "did i come in with any possessions other then the cloths im wearing now?" i ask him he nods his head and walks into the back room and returns shortly after with a scythe that seemed to pulse with darkness and burn like fire a chain was attached to the hilt he quikly hands it to me and airs out his hands like he just held something very hot. I take it from him thanking him as i do, the scythe seemed to pulse faster as if it was happy it was back in my possession my back began to hurt more and i could feel the cloak slowly rising up i thanked him again and then rushed out the door my cloak flying off just before i left i ran through the street the best I could my body still tired from the journey before i dashed down an alleyway and collapsed my hands burning as i touch the scythe and my back in splitting pain I start to black out....

[Nazo]

E: I flash-stepped to where he was, acting unconciously, pointing my sword at him and saying, "Protect the innocent in search for truth, Raitoshimita!" And the white blade on my sword glowed, lifting the man with the syth on a bed of smoothed crystal, the crystal slowly closing in a bubble arounf the man, glowing with healing energy.