Nuevas polls en el rincon de kakashi

Puse 2 nuevas polls

1.- Cual es tu frase favorita del juego?!

Todos las hemos oido, son frases legendarias que pasaran a la historia en los juegos de rol y que contaremos a quien sea digno, escoge HASTA 5 OPCIONES!

2.- Concurso de Popularidad

Cada quien tiene un personaje consentido, pero quien es el mas popular de nuestros personajes entre las demas personas? en esta poll planeamos averiguarlo, con los ganadores y segundos lugares de las otras polls. escoge 3 OPCIONES pero NO VOTES POR TUS PROPIOS PERSONAJES!

Book of the Dead Names 17-12-08

Five days go by, five days in which Helena and I spend as much time as we can endure studying the book, it is intreaguing and demanding, but we finally get something out of it, something about making something pass onto a next stage, could it be what I need for my pilgrimage? Making this half dead half living body evolve into a living body and this strange fire within me become a soul? It says that for this to happen a thausand names must be written in the book, we know that it already has nine hundred in it. But still if it had a thausand, we still have not found how to make any ritual or incantation with it.

We go to sleep, we both are tired. Strangely enough, and for what might be at much the fifth time in all this false life I have had, I dream, strange shadows surround me, enough as to avoid me from walking from where I am, one more shadow appears and takes the shape of a young girl, about twelve years old, so it seems, black hair and eyes glowing orange, she takes my hand and brings out a feather, and puts it in my hand, but she pierces my palm with it, and mumbles some words, which I cannot hear, since a cellphone ringing brings me out of my sleep.
It comes from upstairs, Helena´s room, night time is just at hand, Helena might as well still be asleep, or whatever Vampires call that state, I run upstairs to answer, but by the time I open her door her hand is already picking up the apparatus. She answers.
I turn around and head into the shower, isolating myself from the world outside, as I turnoff the water, I see a shadow of a person proyecting on the showercurtain, I peek and see no one, I step out and dry myself, just as I reach for the doorknob I discover it will not budge, I am trapped, I feel someone behind me, turn around and again I am alone in the room, or so it would seem, I make my azoth burn and whisper a coomand so that whomever is there manifests itself, and the strange girl from my dreap appears to me on the Mirror, I feel my azoth burning powerfully enough to make her obey me once more, I tell her to tell me what she wants, her mouth opens slightly and a horrid screeching sound emerges, feeling my mind, it stuns me and makes me kneel and cover my ears, but it continues, I beg for her to make it stop, yelling to try to make my voice overcome the sound. But she won´t stop, she continues for what seems an eternity for me.
The door is opened by Karen and Helena, I breathe deeply, as regularly as this body will allow me, and take some time to calm myself a little. Then I explain to Helena what I saw and what had happened, my voice still trembling. Karen asked about “the blood” I look around and both the mirror faucet and Toilet are stained with it, I check myself, and find that my hand is covered in it, real blood, not the bloodlike humor that runs through my veins keeping this body semi-alive, and that it comes from where the feather had been pierced into in my dream. I wash it off, and see that the blood did not come from any wound, my hand is perfectly right, as right as it can be, I pull my skin on the spot, it delayst to much to recover its original state, a depressing sight that I have never been able to deal with, and I wonder on the style of life the girl it once belonged to had.been like.

We head to an internet café, Helena needs to check her e-mail, Karen and I go to get something to eat, a Pizza Hut is right at hand, a good relief of what happened minutes before. We come back as Helena finishes checking all the stuff she needed, and storing some images in her cellphone.
Karen takes us again to Lelouch´s HQ, funy enough Helena has her eyes covered, to keep the location of the place a secret, so it seems, I trust her, but Lelouch is still reluctant to do so. Still he welcomes us showing some strange attitude as he also introduces whom he calls Prince Alexander, he seems important among Vampires, but to me he is not much more than an elegantly dressed man, still he also greets us politely and starts talking to Helena, while I greet Sephiroth with little concern. Alexander leaves shortly after our arrival, and Lelouch explains that he had come to try to wake up Marianne, the rescued Elder, from what vampires call Torpor, but still the attempt seemed fruitless.

Lelouch later tells us of some strnge old demolished church in the slums of Manhatan, he said that we should head there, since the land is now property of the Chinese Embasy, which makes Claudia Greenwood a suspect, and probably gives us some relation with the Lancea Sanctum. Lelouch asks Sephiroth to pay for his lodging by going there, knowing myself indebted to the guy, and knowing that its better to keep him by my side, I claim to Lelouch that Sephiroth had saved me, the important piece in this game against the Lancea, and thus it should be Lelouch paying Sephiroth. Lelouch agrees somewhat bitterly, and then asks again, this time as some sort of important favor that we head to the building and investigate, I ask for him to give me a weapon, after all he wouldn´t let his precious gray witch, as they call me, to run into unecessary danger.

When we get there, six or seven guys, all latinos with tatoos greet us with evident fake friendlyness, the leader claims that he had a car identical to us stolen a week before and that he wanted to check if ours was not it, I do question where Lelouch got it in the first place, but I do realize it is in our possesion and that these lowlifes would never own such a car legaly. Sephiroth keeps them at bay with a cold look, still I give the guy twenty bucks to keep the car safe while we are gone, he demands a kiss from me, and I just tell him that when we come back.
We enter the ruined building, only the front is still standing, wooden planks block our entrance, but Sephiroth manages to break them to make an entrance for us, within the dim light that gets in from the streets shows us the silloughettes of some large pieces of fallen walls and even wrecked cars, Still we find a door to a small room that has not been brought down, we open it with some effort, the chain holding it shut is strong, but inside it we find only some bags, inside them we only find sand, and some strange bricks, they look white under the dim light and weight much less than stone, I keep one to have Lelouch´s people analize it. Helena lits up the place by turning a swithch on the wall, the place looks quite clean and tidied up, only the wrecked old cars can be considered garbage, even the rubble from the demolition seems to have been cleaned. Sephiroth opens a hatch he found, it leads to an undeground hallway, we enter it and fin another door, its locked, we manage again to open it. Trying to be weary of the doogs we hear barking and growling from within, still they managed to jump both upon Sephiroth and one did bite deeply into his flesh, whatever humor fuels him shone as it splattered around, Helena scared one for a while and I just made my inner fire crumble the other´s mind, the one Helena scared tried to attack me, but it failed as I just stepped aside, Sephiroth attacked it, I then realized they were dobermans, I have learnt not to trust the breed, aggressive and very intelligent. But in the end the dog ended so injured as not to keep attacking. We enter the room, only the lights from the hallways lit the inside, dimming as they reach into the darkness, and letting us see corners of some tables with plastic bags on them, I break a bag and look inside, I see a leg, I look for a light switch and find it, and then look back, and I see many tables, and many bags, body bags, what I thought to be common trashbags were body bags. At the fardest end of the room I distinguish a computer, we head to it as Sephiroth states that the bodies seem to all belong to Chinese people.
Sephiroth manages to hack into the computer, and obtains two clues, one is the image of the St.Giovanni family crest and that most of the texts inside are in Chinese, we are about to take the computer out, when a scent of burning wood catches our attention. A flute sounds, I turn around and standing between the dogs Claudia makes the instrument sing. I look right into her eyes, and have her under my grasp, I am about to whisper orders to her when a voice tells me that I will fail in my attempt, then I feel as if my back was whipped many times, my hands and feet pierced by nails and my scalp hurt by many thorns, bllod comes from my forehead, barely allowing me to keep my grasp on Claudia. Digging briefly in my mind, I recognize de voice as Luca´s.
I give Claudia three orders: to tell us what is going on in this room, to go home, and to deliver all the documents relating to this place to the pizza hut we usually go to.
Claudia starts talking as I use my Pyros to heal my wounds, its good that we prometheans are not distracted by pain, I say as I kneel and listen. In the end Claudia says that the St.Giovanni´s asked for the corspes, that more were to come, that the purpose of them was unknown to her but that she would be paid with some pure blood Chinese blood dolls. I tried to impose the same tactic on Luca, but her will is too strong, she resists my transmutations, and as Claudia heads out, she goes after her, I try stopping her by shooting at her, but she takes little damage from my bullet and escapes after throwing me a threatening look.
Sephiroth comunicates with Lelouch, tellign him about what we found, warning him about the delivery to expect at the Pizza Hut and the new body shipment the St.Giovannis are expecting The Carthian says he will warn the police about the strange body storage and with that the St. Giovannis would be in trouble, most probably the Lancea won´t have influences in the police, but the Invictus would, making Helena a valuable asset there.
We exit the old church, the gang we left to watch our car are still there. And in spite of me being covered in my own blood, the leader still asks for his kiss, I drag him to a dark spot where his subbordinates cannot see, and there I paralize him and tell him to clean the street and then hand himself over to the police, when I release him, he orders his gang to start cleaning, we go back to Lelouch´s place, not before taking Helena to get a meal from Nina, and then taking her home.

Mi nuevo grupo de música

Hola. Les quería comentar que ya tengo mi grupo de música con mi amigo Carstens; lo malo esque solo tocamos él y yo. Aun no decidimos el nombre del grupo, estabamos pensando The Fallen (a mi ese no me late, pero a Carstens sí) o Mud (ese es el nombre que me gusta para el grupo). Aquí les dejo el link para que vean el video de como tocamos. La canción que tocamos es la de "Killing in the name" de Rage Against The Machine. Espero que lo vean. Opinen ¿Qué nombre le quedaría chido a el grupo? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=To4Zv0aqgDU

Book of the Dead Names 14-12-08

We get to Lelouch´s hideout, I bang the door, the echo anounces us. The door opens and two armed people receive us, as soon as they recognize me they let us enter, this feeling of power is quite amusing. We get to Lelouch on the second floor of the warehouse he uses as headquarters for what he calls the Carthian Movement, I tell him about our little encounter with the St Giovannis. He mentions something about some Lancea Sanctum, and some Elders being kidnapped by them, and something about him finding one of these kidnapped elders. Not much relevant to me as it should be for Helena.
A young woman arrives and whispers something into Lelouch´s ear, he looks at me and tells me that Sephiroth has been caught by those who have the Elder he mentioned just seconds ago, He stands up and says he will come with me to retreive him.
He sets three different parties, one is conformed by Lelouch and I, to my surprise the young woman that brought the message also joins us, he says her name is Karen, she looks mostly caucasian, though she has notorious traces of Asian heritage.
Just before leaving, I see him making. Helena swear an oath, similar to the one I did in the prescence of the Quashmallim. I take not much care about it and head for the car.

We arrive at Shin-Ra, I barely recognize the place from which not long ago I simply ran away from , Lelouch an Karen step out of the car, and she inmediately aimed her gun at some bushes not far away from us, Kadaj emerges and starts arguing about his so worshipped and beloved invictus and some more useless stuff., I use the time to reach into the car´s glove compartment and take a gun.
I hear a gunshut and inmediately turn to see what is it, Karen´s shot Lelouch, who laughs as he recovers from the wounds, and explains that she is instructed to do that in case Lelouch is dominated or hypnotized.
Convincing Kadaj to join us, as we are all after Sephiroth we enter the building, Lelouch leading the way, and standing proudly infront of the guards, who do not attack him, demands the door be opened for us, I just hear some mumbling about us being his captives, we enter and a guard leads us to the cell block, and explaining that Proyect S is causing chaos somewhere else in an attempt to escape, and that he is already surrounded. He turns and leaves,, not without me asking him for his gun, he obbeys, but it’s a large rifle, I could barely control it, but Karen accepts it gladly.
Not long after the guard exits, Kallen received a message, seems that onother party has found Marianne, whom just might be the Elder Lelouch mentioned.

We go to get Sephiroth, Lelouch again walks to the guards that kept banging the door to some storage room and demanded Sephiroth to surrender. As Lelouch aproaches them, they all salute him as if he were some high ranking officer, and leave as soon as he orders them to. We knock the door more gently and Sephiroth comes out still holding two scientists in his hands.

An alarm sets off, Lelouch says it’s the third party, creating adiversion for us to exit, as we advance through a hallway, bars fall infront us blocking the way, I manage to push Kadaj to the other side and look for some switch, but he only fings that all the ways ahead are blocked similarly, Sepghiroth and Kadaj use their swords and break the bars, thus getting Kadaj back into the group, We turn around and head through an unexpected course, heading first into a strange laboratory that said something about some Genoma Proyect, within we find some tubes in which some strange glowing liquid flowed, I see some documents over a desk, I empty a paper bin and use it to containg as many documents as I can, in the meanwhile Sephiroth had opened a hatch leading to some sort of underground deposit for the strange liquid, he takes some smaller cylinders containing it, and then pushes some buttons on a console next to what seemso be a reactor, it shuts down, leaving us in utter darknes, only lit by the dim glowing tubes around us, Some light iluminated our way as Karen took out a lantern, she points to a door, which opens and reveals several people aiming at us. Lelouch vanishes in mid air, a while passes and his voice is heard and the soldiers lead us to the exit, we head home as a aseries of explotions behind us light the sky as the complex is reduced to rubble.

Once in Lelouch´s HQ, I ask for shelter for both Sephiroth and me.

Resultados de encuestas, llenos de irregularidades

Pues bien ya voy a cerrar las encuestas, pues han registrado 6 votos (la mayoria), pero no estoy feliz con los resultados pues en algunas la suma de las opciones votadas no cuadra, por ejemplo el la de costilla da un total de 9 opciones elegidas, de 12 que deberian ser siendo que la mayoria de los "ganadores" ganaron por un voto 3 votos perdidos practicamente invalidan la poll en fin aqui van los resultados...

Costilla: gente que voto: 6, #de votos: 9, Ganador: Haggar con 4 votos, Seguido por Naruto con 3 e increiblemente seguido por sephiroth con 2, digo que es increible pues no solo sephi es un personaje muy joven sino que en la opcion de cecil inclui a cualquier otro paladin que haya hecho costilla y esa opcion quedó con 0 votos.

Gigio: Gente que voto:5, #de votos: 9, Ganadora: Lady Avel por unanimidad, el unico personaje de todas las polls que tuvo 5 de 5 votos, seguida por el incompetente favorito de todos el tataranieto del señor burns en persona Edward Nigreth. ni lolindir ni kadaj pudieron conseguir siquiera un voto haciendo esta poll la 2a mas definitiva solo detras de la del palo.

Glenn: Gente que voto: 5, #de votos:9, Ganadora: Quon mejor conocida como chupitos con 4 votos, le siguen la silent but deadly Miho con 3, y Ferrard McBane con 2. C.C. mejor conocida como la callejera no consiguió un solo voto... extraño pues ludwilla gano a la npc mas popular: ¿Como puede una aquerosa prostituta tener tantos votos cuando otra asquerosa prostituta tiene tan pocos?.

Majodo: Gente que voto: 6, #de Votos:11, Ganador: Maj-Orco, el bardo bastardo conocido por su rapidez para escupirle a la gente y sus cambios de vestuario con 5 votos, seguido por el personaje cabezón que introdujo el termino "cazagoles" a la mesa de Rol: Maj-Odo version starwars con 3 votos, despues encontramos a mejodo con 2 y por ultimo maj-odo de dungeons con 1 voto. no es de extrañarse que los mas locos hayan quedado en ultimos lugares.

Manolo: Gente que voto:6, # de Votos: 11, Ganadora: Sakura-chan con 4 votos, seguida por zack y Kakashi con 3 votos cada uno y la pequeña Helena con 1 voto. Debo admitir que estos resultados me soprendieron, yo esperaba que ganara kakashi sin mucha complicación sin embargo mis votos fueron kakashi y Zack lo que significa que de las otras 4 personas que jugaron junto con sakura todos votaron por ella mientras que solo 2 por kakashi tambien no esperaba que zack tuviera voto aparte del mio y de magodo y no pense que helena tuviera siquiera un voto. A mi me falto incluir a mi A team: Aarien Aerith y Angela quienes creo tambien son populares...

Palo: Gente que voto:7, #de votos: 7, La poll mas concluyente de todas donde la opcion Ninguna de las anteriores venció a la judia, al chiquilin, al principito y ala vampinegra saya. Puesto que solo somos 6 debo asumir que Dios mismo bajo de su nube y voto por ninguna de las anteriores...ja

Bueno pues estos son los resultados si alguien tiene una opinion favor de expresarla. Por cierto les gustaria enfrentar a los ganadores en competencia de popularidad? comenten al respecto

Gran Final

Y despues de tres semanas finalmente ha concluido la encuesta, y tenemos a un ganador entre las dos finalistas.

Ludwilla e Ino pasen al frente......................la ganadora es...........................................................................................................Ludwilla!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Despidamos asi al segundo lugar, Ino y demosle una gran felicitación a nuestra favorita, muchas felicidades! Ludwilla, eres para la mayoria el mejor NPC!!!!!!!!.

Jocelyn

Jocelyn Crachit:



I was born just as the Great war ended, being the cause of my Mother´s death because of birthgiving complications, and having my father killed months before on the trenches of France, little Jocelyn grew up among foster parents and maturing my mind rapidly as the world tried to recover from the wounds it suffered.

My only constant support was the religion that an Irish family gave to me, I spent the afternoons helping them in exchange for a simple cup of soup, some water and some company, they invited her often to mass and to a small meal on Sundays, I was very grateful of this, but times change for people, nothing lasts forever. The man of the family wanted to go with his family and try luck in America, as many had done, to me he left a small reliquary of silver, a treasure he kept from his father, and that meant to me that I could have something to use in case of any emergency even though the family that considered me one of them would not be at hand anymore. They could barely pay for their tickets, and I was already an adult. But I had started already to build a life of my own, a small room to rent and a small job in a local bakery to cover my expenses. “She is strong” my foster father said as he looked to the horizon as it engulfed the silhouette of the Isle, or so I liked to think back then.

Months later the situation in Europe started to become tense, Hitler was strong and England started to look to its southeastern shores in search fo possible invaders. The nasal voice of England´s main supporter of segregation and war was often quenched by the static of radios changing stations

Not being much of a politician, and thinking it quite secondary and already to distant from my beliefs, I often sought advice at churches or chapels, and often found the silence in them recomforting.

The military started moving, getting stronger, there was a fortress not too far away from the bakery, we often supplied them with fresh bread, and I often took the baskets.there. The Chapel within the fortress served as home for a priest that I considered atrractive, I could see him when I went before sunrise to deliver the breakfast bread, or on some evenings.in which the priest asked for some bisquits for his helpers. I often felt guilt after setting ,y enormous blue eyes upon him as that who admires silver as It shines, I know what it feels to shine and have eyes set upon me, it is a feeling sweeter than wine. I often found myself going to confession during the week many times in the same chapel within the fortress. Often the same priest that caused all this trouble heard me confess, my voice always cracking with fear and nervousness though I never used his name nor said anything direclty. Still never did I see him during the day, only during the evenings, a fact that never crossed my mind until it was already to late.

My usual incursions into the fortress carrying the bread baskets and my fair face caught the attention of many within those walls, not a small number offered to help me carry things or teach me some defensive moves they had bluffed with in order to catch my attention, I did play the role of the shy girl, but those excercises would often allow me to see the face of the Priest, who would often aproach me and greet me kindly.

The times grew tenser, people knew that the armies would move and that the small fortress would be serving its purpose as a checkpoint for the movilized troops that might move south any minute. As I delivered a late order of bread, I was called by the Priest.
-Child-he said, his accent sounded strange to me, still it thralled me- In order to bring peace forward, I am having a special mass at midnight
-Midnight?- I asked, remembering that only during Christmas season did such events take place, and those were still monthsa away
-Its mrerely symbolic and it is to receive the first troops that will head to fight this war. You are an orphan of the Great war, are you not?
-Well, yes- my voice was shy, I remember that quite clearly, and my mind was clouded by some mysterious melody in his voice, a melody most useful to me now.
-Come and sneak in, the guards will be aware of your coming, and will ask no questions, thread carefully through the shadows and knock three times at the chapel´s back door.
-Why me?- I asked something within me fighting to fin reason and sense, a battle that “something” would lose much to easily.
-Just help me, child! Please!- Much after that is confussing even now.
The next thing I remember is how I snuck out of my small room, carrying the reliquary in a small pouch hidden in my clothes. And jumping from a shadow to another keeping myself hidden, trying to let the distant sound of military trucks that aproached be the only sounds that could be heard.

I had the door opened for me, I entered the fortress and headed for the small chapell, all lights were out, still I walked to the back door jumping from shadow to shadow, and knocked the backdoor, it opened and the priest was there, he told me to follow him, as he lit a lantern that produced a very dim light, enough for me to see that the furniture of what should be an office had been pushed towards the walls, the carpet rolled, and with that, a trapdoor was revealed, he told me to go down through it, I do not question him, I do it, as I went down the stairs I could hear the trucks arriving.
Once I was at the bottom I found myself in a room lit by more lanterns, a small stone altar with a strange cross with a skull in the midle, a symbol I would soon start to carry and cherish, but at that moment it scared me-
I heard voices coming from the groundlevel, soon steps came down from the same stairs I had stepped down. Men in cloaks walked in, dressed as people of the clergy and the military, they soon surrounded me. The Priest came last, walked towards me and looked at he who was dressed most richly, a young looking man, not much older than me, so I thought, he is still around, I bet, as old as Westminster Abbey, maybe more, but his reaction at that moment was simply nodding. Then the priest reached behind the altar and brought out a book, a cup, matches to lit a couple of candles, and a small box. He started to read some strange text from the book as if it had been the common Good Book, but it was a language I was not familiar then, and still now, so many years later, cannot understand. Then, after some lectures, through which I had been standing, never sitting, he opened the box, a dagger with a rose entwined around it came out, soon I would learn that it was not a propper dagger, but the tip of a spear made of silver, older than any of those there, with it the priest made a small cut on the tip of my finger and the blood fell into the cup, I still remember I did not complain, I was there, being a puppet, some drops of crimson and a chant, then my arm was extended by him, my wrists were cut, I fell violently as my head became light. I felt my life fade, then an arm was put above my mouth, a cut with the dagger on it and some drops fell into my lips.
-It is with this that you will come to embrace sin, so you can understand its nature.- The people around me said, a prayer I now understand.

You see, we were cursed, long ago, before anyone remembers, particularly us Daeva thrive on sin, and we use it for our benefit, tempting humans, luring them to us, and punishing them right on the spot by turning them into a meal.

That was how I became a part of this Inquisition, as the Priest told me the group we belong to is called, and I wast to be an agent for them, still am. They needed someone young representing the countries that worried about Hitler, and what appeared to be some hand pulling the strings, the Invictus and the Sanctified did not like how Germany was behaving, it could be a threat. And they could not risk higher ranking people to investigate it.

At first I was scared, I was fed forcibly, held captive within a small cell next to the very underground place where I had been Embraced, I banged the door that held me there trying to either bring it down or call for someone´s help. But I had barely begun my unlife, and there was something that kept me even weaker, the lack of Vitae, they fed me just enough to keep me standing, to avoid me going into Torpor, and it was given to me in order to create a Vinculum, it is broken now. The only other thing I was given were some scarce news, about the baker worrying about me, fearing the worst, and that some decoy was set so he would believe it was my body.
As the vinculum was made, I grew tamer, feeding and obeying, they proved to me that those who came to serve as a meal were those that confessed both at the chapel and at the town´s church, many of them were extracted from the local prisions for some offenses, I was told to punish them by taking part of their life from them, and I did. Often violently, using the skills the soldiers had taught me, not knowing that most of thems were already Ghouls to the Priest, If you wonder his name, it won´t be something you will hear from me, he´s got dangerous enemies, and it is my fault to some extent.

You see, once I ws prepared, they ordered me to go to Germany, concretely to Munich, we were to stop some vampire called Diva and who seemed to have taken advantage from the hostilities to raise her power, I received the help from some other Vampires there, but we failed to accomplish the mission, details are unimportant, and a rather long torpor erased what actually happened from my memory.

I woke up decades after, receiving the strong vitae I needed, such dormancy was decreed both as a punishment and to save my life, keeping me hidden from the Nazis, and leaving me to my wretched dreams. To my surprise I also happened to be right here in London, taking the role of an errand girl to the local Lancea, they also keep an eye on me so I do not grow to strong, I barely know any Disciplines and have little to do with aquiring them, its not a bad life, I know, but my will diminishes, at least I have food brought to me, and the ghouls that have been set at the same level as me. I rather say I was put at their level, my punishment shall continue, so it seems. However, these sheep at my side may very well be this wolf´s lunch.