Apollosarcher Member

I would just like to point out that Link collapsed from exhaustion after the fight, I mean one hit KOing a boss is hard, but he's sort of a new to the whole thing. Plus proper sleep and meals have kinda been missed due to adventuring so he's collapsed in the street unconscious.

Carolina had been up early, nightmares had kept him from sleeping well. He could kick ass and chew gum but he was the kind of person that had those thoughts way heavily upon him. He heard the sounds of agents moving around and got up, he exited the room walking down to the end of the hall. He chuckled at South's pyjamas before spotting the leader board he turned and punched the wall... hard. He was pissed, they broke him, they shattered his mind then they ranked him at the bottom of this little show. He withdrew his hand from the freshly torn hole in the wall shaking it a little before speaking politely. "F.L.I.S.S. when will the next evaluation be, I want to know when I can move up the board." He looked over the names, he knew most... Save for Alaska and Washington. Well he would have to change that, he looked at North and took off his helmet giving him that old friendly smile. "I told you I was not very good at the whole combat thing, I'm more tactician than front-line fighter, maybe you could give me some pointers sometime?" He spoke respectfully when he knew for a fact he could take just about anyone of them in a one on one. He was angry and he was ready to kick whoever's ass he had to prove his strength. His mind argued, one half the soldier, want him to prove his greatness and be recognize yet the rest of him fought back, his goal was revenge on the higher ups. He shut off both ends and just decided to be kind about it, maybe they would move him up later... Or maybe they just really didn't want him in first. Either way his keen eyes looked for the two new people on the roster.

Praetor loves France, he just thinks that after Napoleon they became cowardly. He's a Roman at heart so just sort of see's Europe and America as Rome's children, fussy one's he has to look after.

I'm excited, I can't wait to see where Trixy and Praetor go, I mean the fight scene between those two is going to be stupid awesome.

Well Dark Link doesn't die so much as he has to spend centuries building up power to reform and take on Link again... Unless a new hero draws the master sword that would release the dark power he lost and he could return.

Well Dark Link might get the last laugh... Or maybe one sequel before just becoming a mini-boss either way is fine...Or maybe some kills him for good.

As everyone else turned in for the night Carolina entered the simulation training hall. He sighed then picked up a assault rifle, he also picked up a grenade launcher strapping it to his back. "F.L.I.S.S. start simulation 652, password save my soul." The word around him changed, from the dull metallic colors to vibrant greens and browns of Earthy soil, the sound of water lead him out of the tree line. He took off his helmet blinking as he looked over the city below, New Orleans. Below lay his home town, the place of his birth he checked his ammo counter and smiled as he spotted rebels below. After making his way into town he found himself in a bell tower in a old Spanish church over looking the square. He smiled, he pulled two grenades from his belt both clattering to a halt under a Warthog, flipping it. He launched himself from the building shooting idiots before landing on the last one snapping his neck he took cover, the survivors trying to organize. He rushed forward, a fifty cal machine gun hot on his heels as he into squad, all of them cut down by friendly fire. This continued for a few hours, Carolina constantly ordering F.L.I.S.S. to up the anti, more soldiers streamed in, but he stole weapons, outsmarted and outmaneuvered them eventually having to put his helmet back on. Carolina was showing off as he ended the sim by killing the last group of solider, by leading them into there own mine field. Taking off the helmet he threw the guns back on the rack smiling to himself. Thinking about how well he had done, he asked F.L.I.S.S for a copy before he started back towards his room. A tech asked him if he wanted his armor removed, he politely brushed him off. Carolina couldn't stand to be out of his armor, he felt small and squishy without it. Climbing into bed his confidence restored he took off his helmet and surfed through a car catalog before taking another dose of pills.

Dark Link simply smiled, he turned and looked at Link who stood watching the two Twili trap the shadow. "I'll be watching Hero, the world is changing and next time it will be you and me." With that he sank into the shadows. He slipped out of the city and into the fields of Hyrule. Reforming on a rock he mused to himself. "Perhaps I should investigate this Hero... He is different, not like the others." He groaned, his full power had not yet returned and he had strained what he had using so much magic. He could feel pain he just knew when his magic supply was becoming drained. He decided it would be best to report to Ganondorf and tell him some of the news. This trip would take little magic as he could always return to his master. Dark Link appeared beside the throne, admiring the green glow. "It beautiful. isn't it master?" Link had slowly climbed off the building looking Ciela. "Thank you so much Ciela, you helped a lot." He gave the fairy a smile then turned to the Princess and her servant, though he seemed a bit shaky he got down onto a knee and bowed to her. "Lady Midna, I thank you, I hope you will be my valuable ally in the days to come. I hope we can settle or differences and become friends as well." He stood up slowly giving her a soft smile. "I really do mean it, that Shadow could have easily beaten me... I haven't had a good nights sleep in couples days, so thanks or stopping him." He turned say something to Ciela but he collasped, fatigue catching up with the young hero.

Name: (unknown) goes by Praetor or Abraham Van Helsing Age: 2114 Appearance:  Bio: Formerly a Roman Praetor who rose through the ranks to command the Legion, appointed by Julius Caesar himself he took his Legions into the wilds past Hadrian's wall. He began to beat back the barbarian tribes, destroying there villages and armies where ever he found them, until the largest horde of monstrously dressed tribal's stood before his army. Raising his sword and shield he lead his troop into battle, cutting down man after man until he met one warrior to match him, as there blades clashed he saw his men slaughtered to the last. As he fought this terrifying brute, he swords ringing out when the man lunged burying his fangs in to the Praetorians neck. Awakening in the field where his men were slaughtered he screamed, he had become a abomination. Thus he began to hunt and kill vampires through out Europe he would use the alias Abraham Van Helsing later in life. Becoming feared by many Vampire's he would moved to the fledgling continent of America where he eventually serve in the revolution (Many Vampire having in his years of absence having returned to take control Britain and it's Parliament.) He command his men in South holding ground and surviving his way through the war, he then helped found the country allowing and began to work with his own kind. Using this power he would hold to the moral belief that humans were friends and that must be protected from Vampires who would do them harm, recently he has arrived in Modern New York having finished "Business" with another clan of Vampire's in Japan. He is currently serving as the guard and protector to the Kingston family head. Personality: A kind man tempered with the steel of a Roman hero, he has killed more vampires then any other living vampire and is a expert on the subject. He is dedicated and loyal to Kingston's seeing them and there ways as the best path to co-existence, is often seen reading Dracula which some say he helped write. He is still rather impulsive and very much a soldier. What family do you belong to: Allied to Kingston's Power: Army of the dead, he is able to summon the ghostly spirits of his Legions to fight alongside him, however they cannot harm humans instead only being able to attack Vampires and other creatures of that nature. These soldiers must be men he commanded in life. Any weapon can kill them there more like skeleton without the bones. Side: Believes in co-existence with humans. Weapon: A sword of pure Silver. Other: Drink only from blood bags and has never had human blood from the neck. Also tends to get angry if he see's someone trying to take a bite out of a human. Wars the Praetor has served in and commanded troops. - -Roman Skirmishes - -The First Crusade (Founded Templar knights to hunt Vampires) - -The third through fourth Crusade (End of the forth marked the death of the Templar order.) - -The hundreds years war (fighting with the French) - -The French and Indian wars (serving with the colonists) - -The American Revolutionary War - -The French Revolution (Returning to Europe believing Vampires to be among the nobles hoarding food from the poor) - -The Napoleonic wars (Fought alongside Napoleon) - -The American civil war (Returning to the states after a nearly a century away he joined the North believing in Abraham Lincoln idea that the union must stay together, also did not support slavery.) - -Spanish American war (Serving in the rough riders) - -The First World War (Fighting with the Allies) - -The Second World War (He started the war as pilot in Germany and ended up as a soldier storming Okinawa) - Other: He is also a avid singer and actor and can do accents from around the world very well.

Awesome my counterpart is coming for a visit... Wait... Is he going to over price all the items I need again? Kidding, but I am glad you can join us Kafka. I hope to see other join our little group soon!