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Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

Alright I've just got the green light for acceptance so I'm gonna work on a post XD

Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

Question? I've edited my stuff and turned into my Bio to Dread...could I post possibly?

Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

Alright...I will make those changes tomorrow, dealing with a sick kid at the moment so had to put a few filler pieces in there.

Yugioh! : The 100th Annual Battle City Tournament

Name: Aedan Niles Gender: Male Age: 20 Appearance: Personality: Aedan is a strong willed individual and an exceptionally hard worker. While not always the most pleasant person to be around he is generally extremely kind and caring to everyone he meets, although he tends to be abrasive almost hostile to those with high opinions of themselves. When he duels Aedan takes a no-nonsense approach taking everything as a heart-attack. Bio: Hidden History (known by GM)

Scrapyard Showdown

Deck: Monsters: Scrap Beast x3 Scrap Goblin x3 Scrap Golem x2 Scrap Hunter x2 Scrap Kong x2 Scrap Recycler x2 Scrap Searcher x2 Scrap Shark x2 Scrap Worm x2 Spells: Scrapstorm x2 Scrap Sheen x2 Guts of Steel x3 Spell of Pain x1 Scrap Lube x2 Fissure x2 Smashing Ground x2 Hammer Shot x1 Scrap Factory x1 Trap: Scrap Crash x3 Trap Hole x2 Scrap Iron Scarecrow x2 Extra: Scrap Dragon x1 Atomic Scrap Dragon x1

Favorite Card: Scrap Factory Other: Aedan’s duel disk in entirely hand made from old parts duel disks that he has found.

Gotham City Tales (OOC and IC)

Christmas Day-Day of the Wedding, Wayne Manor, Gotham Gordon hated Gotham winters they always felt so damned bone-chilling cold, almost made him miss the jungles of Vietnam this time of year. Jim fidgeted with his tie as he stood outside the prestigious Wayne Manor, it had been at least a year or so ago…or at least when Barb started dating Detective Grayson. In all honesty Gordon didn’t want to come to this event, it didn’t have anything to do with him save for Barb, and all of these black tie events always made him feel so uncomfortable. One of the few perks of being the Commissioner, Gordon thought sarcastically, when the Mayor says you’re needed you have to go. Jim had planned to get a hold of Detective Grayson the night before to question him about his run in with the Jane Doe murder case when he had several other calls that required his attention, including a rather interesting call which included a burning building and a battered arsonist that swore up and down that he had been assaulted by a “giant bat with huge tits.” ”Guess HE’S an equal opportunity employer…” As Gordon laughed to himself, he turned to see several squad cars pull up in the “security” designated parking, something that Gordon actually was rather perturbed about. As Gordon’s hand-selected group of officers walked up to him in their Sunday best he flicked his cigarette out into the gravel as he motioned everyone to gather round. He had experience in guarding these events and he knew what had to be done and he knew it was always better to have more than one group of officers in waiting. As the officers gathered around him Gordon laid on his cold steel eyes over the twenty or so men gathered there in their parade uniforms, and knew that these men were the best that he had. Even still, he wasn’t sure if he could truly trust them. ”Alright, listen up. We’re guarding the biggest wedding this city has ever seen and as such I want to make sure that everything runs smoothly. I don’t want so much as a button on your jackets out of place, I want constant communication everyone checking in every five minutes… ”Come on Commissioner, it’s just a wedding of a couple of blue-bloods…what’s the worst that can happen?” A quick look of frustration silenced the new officer, obviously he had never witnessed the horrors that can come from these events. ”I don’t care if it is a wedding…you will each be posted at key positions around the manor with emphasis around the wedding staging area. Those of you not in the ceremony will be making rounds around the out-lying areas in PAIRS. No one is to go anywhere alone…understand!” The resounding ‘yes sir’ filled him with a little bit of confidence as they all walked into the manor with Gordon leading them like soldiers going into battle. Once they were all inside Gordon proceeded to commence with the small talk with the rich and powerful that Gotham had to offer, a sad lot filled with rotting old men and women who had grown too comfortable with the life they had established, something that he was not ever really comfortable with. As Gordon perused through the crowds he saw all of the Wayne ‘children’ going through the same routine that he was going through which led him to wonder where his daughter was, probably with Grayson he supposed. The overwhelming sense that something was wrong barraged him, like something was creeping up behind him with their hands about to grab his throat. Moments later the sound of shattering glass and screaming guests told him that his instincts were right, Gordon called all of his men in from the rafters as it were guns blazing and engaging the enemy with extreme prejudice. His first priorty was to find Bruce and Seliena and keep them safe from any harm, although he assumed that they could take care of themselves, his secondary task was to ensure the safety of those around him and watched as two gunmen (TANDEM)began targeting members on the guest list. Drawing his 9mm and aiming it at the direction of the two hitmen and shouted to them in his most commanding voice, ”Hold it right there, drop your weapons and put your hands over your heads!” Gordon knew damn well that they most likely wouldn’t listen to him but if nothing else Gordon had to follow protocol before firing on people.

Gotham City Tales (OOC and IC)

Murder Scene, Crime Alley, Gotham The freezing winter night was nullified by the comfortable warmth that Gordon had worked so hard maintain, the harsh stench of his cigarette occasionally burned his nose and eyes but it was still better than opening the window and letting the cold in. It was the same as every night for the last thirty some odd years, a call would come across the radio or his phone and every night he would jump in his car and drive the streets waiting to see what manner of horror that his city had to offer. Commissioner Gordon eyed the distance ahead of him, seeing the flashing red and blues of a squad car and a suit directing him on a safe place for him to park. After coming to a complete stop he took a deep inhale off of his cigarette then stuffed it into the ash tray, sighing slowly as he exhaled. ”I’m getting too old for this…” With a quick push on the door Gordon stepped out of the car and braced himself against a harsh and unforgiving wind, the familiar sounds of Gotham assaulted his ears as he tried to focus his mind to the task at hand. Already the vultures of the media were trying to get a look at the latest victim of Gotham’s daily living, their clamoring and snapping of cameras almost seemed to drown the natural sounds of the city around him an annoyance which he quickly dismissed. Turning into the alley the Commissioner took a broad sweep of the area, other than the dead body nothing seemed out of place. An oddity here in the city; the carnage was clean, precise, and purposeful. This was meant to send a message to someone, the only question was to who? In the distance Gordon spied Bullock talking to a couple of beat cops who had apparently arrived on the scene first. The faintest of smiles passed over James’ lips, he had known Harvey Bullock for most of his time in Gotham and in all of those years Bullock never seemed to change. The man still maintained his sometimes questionable lifestyle with all of his seedy street contacts and same dirty grey suit and overcoat. Sometimes Gordon wondered if he actually own another set of clothes. As Gordon approached the scene there were several things that seemed even stranger about the cleanliness, there was no signs of struggle at all around the scene. A murder like this, even if done by a professional killer, would have some signs that the victim would struggle against whatever it was that did this to her. ”Hey Commish, it’s odd seeing you slumming it around here with us normal schlubs.” The extremely impersonal greeting that Gordon had become accustomed to interrupted his train of thought. Harvey was never one to follow protocol, especially when it came to Gordon. ”Well Bullock someone has to make sure that your actually working the streets. Hell I half expected to find you over at Fish’s place.” ”Come on Commish! A guy’s gotta have some sort of leisure around this rotting cesspool of a city.” ”So what are we looking at Harv?” Sensing that his boss was wanting to change the subject from his dubious off hours past times Harvey brought the Commissioner to the dead girl laying in the center of the alley. A beautiful young woman, couldn’t have been any older than her mid-twenties; blonde hair, blue eyes, ruby lips. This was a young woman that was out on a night on the town. ”What we have here is a Jane Doe; no sign of any ID, still waiting on CSI to get here so we can check for prints. The suits have already combed the surrounding areas looking to see if anyone had seen her, and I just sent two more to check the nearest clubs and bars to see if she might have had a run in with some of the seedier joints in the area.” Pulling a pair of rubber gloves out of his trench coat pocket and stretching them all the way to his mid forearm Gordon slowly rotated the head the girls head left and right, keen eyes searching for any possible clue as to who might this particular killer be. Gotham had a nasty habit of attracting the absolute worst had to offer and he needed to make sure that it wasn’t someone that he was already familiar with, a few people came to mind that he sincerely hoped it wasn’t. On the left side of the neck, two puncture wounds evenly spaced, of relative size and shape an autopsy would have to determine where the blows struck but if he had to guess Gordon could assume that whoever did this punctured major arteries but not enough to immediately kill her. ”What do you think did this Harv?” Harvey’s general slack jawed stare gazed down at Gordon’s discovery, his general lack of knowledge fueled his lack luster response. ”If I had to guess…something long and pointy.” A sigh of annoyance escaped Gordon as he continued to search for any other signs. No significant bruising on the wrists, ankles or neck; finger nails still perfectly manicured, clothes still intact, whatever happened to this girl happened quickly and silently. To his knowledge, there was only one group of people that was able to do something on this magnitude, even though Gordon hoped against hope that he was wrong ”Best to keep that thought to myself…especially with the media hounds already barking at the fence.” ”Alright make a sweep of the area and see if we can find *something* to work with, Lord knows this poor girl didn’t do this to herself.” Almost instantly everyone on the police force that was in the area began quickly shuffling around and looking for any sort of clues in order to please their Commissioner. After a few minutes of waiting, and another lit cigarette, an officer came running around the corner holding a plastic evidence bag in his hand, out of breath he handed it to the Commissioner, “Sir, I think I’ve found something. “ Gordon looked over the contents of the bag carefully, finally something was going his way in this god-forsaken town. A knife, minor traces of blood, intriguing design. A feather, or so it appeared to be and based on its size and design it appeared to be a throwing knife. ”Oh, that must of came from the guy Greyson was chasing earlier.” If there was ever a time that he absolutely hated his former partner, it was at that moment. ”And just when were you planning on telling me that Detective Greyson had chased a potential perp away from a crime scene?” Realizing that he had just made a monumentally huge mistake in leaving out this crucial piece of information, Bullock quickly began back pedaling in attempt to make himself look better, ”There really wasn’t nothin to tell, the whack job came flying outta the sky like a damned circus act from Haley’s or something!” Gently rubbing the bridge of his nose to try and bring some relief to his now suddenly throbbing head, Gordon didn’t even give Bullock’s poor excuse of…well, an excuse instead opting walk back to his car and do something that he really didn’t want to do. Jim, where ya goin?” ”Thanks to you Harv, I’ve gotta go crash a party now.”

Gotham City Tales (OOC and IC)

Just realized that my post is technically set in the evening as well...well at least I have some options to draw out my interupting the big day XD