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This is Just Yosh It here, putting up two things. First is a few examples of my writing, and second is an example of a typical Gamefaqs RP/FF style sign up. Enjoy.

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OOC: It should be noted that this is an excerpt from a wonderful RP that I participated in last year. My character is Dion. He's your typical fighter type, Epicant is his rather standard broad sword. Hope is his wife. Throughout the RP, Dion experiences most of the emotional and mental growth, which culminates in him switching sides at the very end of the RP. (The sides were balanced with seven players on each side to start, but due to drops and inactivity it became unbalanced, opening a slot for me :D). Hope experiences most of the physical, which results in her going from a stronger than average housewife sick in bed to someone who can hold her own against a better than average soldier. Donny is Dion's best friend who secretly is jealous of him and is very fond of his wife. When Dion switches sides, they are destined to meet in battle. Reiz is my fellow collaborator's character. His weapon, Strauss, is a rifle with a strong personality. You'd have to read the whole thing, including his parts, to really understand. XD These scenes take place at the end of the storyline when Dion and his friend and ally Reiz switch sides and join a rebellion against the organization Silvin Kru, a school of military that is secretly brainwashing its students and turning them into blood thirsty instruments of destruction. If you have any questions about the plot line (this was a collaboration and I only have my parts of the battle) let me know.

Slice.

One old ally fell to the ground.

Stab.

A second.

Chop.

Three.

Four, five, six...

Dion and Reiz charged up the stairs, surrounded by Silvin Kru warriors. Some fought along side them, some fought against them. All, he knew, were nothing like they were just a month prior.

Hope lashed her whip at a foe ahead of Dion, knocking him backwards into the crowd of warriors still loyal to the Kru. She fought admirably considering her minimal training. The whip was certainly doing the trick, as the deep gashes and broken cheek bones of the fallen foe attested. Dion lunged upwards at another soldier, driving Epicant straight

into his gut.

They can't get by me. Not now. I'm too strong.

"Get...out...of...my...way!" roared Dion as he swiftly climbed the stair case. Reiz was close behind him, taking down soldier after soldier.

Adrenaline surged within the traitor as he smashed his way through the mob of retreating soldiers. He laughed as they began to duck away into little nooks along the way, their weapons long since dropped in surrender.

"We're winning, Reiz! We're really winning!"

Reiz was still calm, however. He nailed a foe in the forehead with the butt of Strauss, sending him reeling backwards. He stomped over him as he continued to climb. Dion might be enjoying this, but Reiz knew that even while aiding his old allies, he was still a traitor. The Kru had fought along side him. These people were at one point his friends and comrades.

"Dion," uttered Reiz lightly as they continued climbing the stairs, "We're traitors now. Sure, we're fighting an evil organization, but we've still betrayed all these young men in the process. Does that make us...evil?"

Dion slowed down, pondering Reiz's question. He was right. They were traitors, through and through, especially Dion. He had no ties to Krois. He wished death upon at least one of his new allies. Only one among them did he consider worth his trust, and yet he had switched sides anyway.

"I...don't think you are, Reiz. These are your old friends, and they needed your help. Myself, however...I'm a bit different. Krois's force is not the reason I've changed sides. I've swapped because I hate the Silvin Kru. My betrayal is evil. Yours is not."

Dion continued to slow down even more, letting eager ex-Kru members pass him. Reiz slowed as well to match his pace.

"Dion--," Reiz was quickly cut off by the sprite-like figure dashing towards them from behind.

"You aren't evil, you knucklehead!" Hope lightly rapped Dion on the top of his head.

"These people have wronged you and I so many times! Sure, vengeance is wrong, but if you join the good guys to fight the bad guys, doesn't that make you a good guy as well?"

Dion chuckled. "I suppose so, Hope. I suppose so..."

The three were silent for a moment. Dion shot a glance at Reiz, and a small smirk unraveled across his face.

"We better catch up."

He winked, then charged up the stairs, leaving Hope and Reiz in his dust.

"Quite the husband you have there, Hope." Reiz laughed.

"Quite the husband, indeed," muttered Hope with a contented sigh.

Rucien's room appeared empty at first, but Dion couldn't shake the feeling that something was drawing them inside. He peeked inside, but found nothing.

"Looks like its empty."

He slowly entered, carefully running his eyes across every bit of the room.

Dion heard a slight creak, and turned quickly to his left.

Before him stood Levine Horowitz, prodigy of the Silvin Kru.

He tightened his gloves down and drew Epicant.

"It's about time. Hope, watch the door."

Without warning, both Dion and Reiz snapped into action. Levine had a massive pike in his hands, but didn't appear to be burdened by its weight. Dion brought Epicant towards Levine as Reiz jumped into the air above him, firing off Strauss.

Levine sidestepped Reiz's shot. It was just a little off, but not so much that he should have missed.

"Impressive, Levine. But let's see what happens when you meet with brute strength!"

Epicant slammed into Levine's pike. However, Levine didn't bother sitting in a dead lock. Instead, he opted to flip up onto Epicant's blade, slamming his boot into Dion's shocked face.

Dion fell to the ground, dazed. "Reiz, careful! He's like lightning when he moves."

Reiz clashed with Levine's pike blade, stopping his attacks. The problem was, he was being pushed back towards the balcony.

"Dion, could you help me out?" Reiz was nervous. If he had knocked someone of Dion's size down with one kick like that, he didn't want to know what that boot would do to his own body, much less if it was followed by that giant pike.

Dion grabbed a chair and hurled it at Levine, slamming into his back. Reiz took his momentary lapse in concentration to knock the pike from his hands and out over the balcony. He moved back closer to Dion inside.

"I didn't need the pike, anyway. It was only slowing me down." From his back, Levine drew a pair of menacing scimitars. Each blade had remarkable, jagged teeth running down to the hand guard.

Vicious, just like Levine, thought Dion.

"Umm...Dion...!"

Dion turned to see Hope backing away from the door. Silvin Kru members began to enter the room, weapons drawn.

"They don't look like friends, Dion..." Dion thought quickly.

"Reiz, Levine's starting to slow down. Can you handle him alone while I push back our unwelcome guests?"

Reiz sighed and glared at Levine, who had since cracked a sadistic smile. "As long as I get to wipe that grin off his face, I'll be fine."

Dion lunged towards the door. Hope had backed away, but was hesitating to attack.

She's afraid...poor girl. What have I gotten her into?

Epicant struck one of the Silvin Kru members in the side, killing them instantly. The men kept pouring in, almost uncaring. Some even laughed.

"You can't win, Dion. It's over. Levine will kill Reiz, and you and Hope will be overwhelmed. Surrender, Dion."

Who is that...wait...no...

The man pushing through the crowd of warriors, the man who had just spoken, was Donny.

"Donny, you're still fighting with them!? You have to stop! Krois is strong, stronger than the Kru. You won't win. Besides, you are a good man! Why would you want to fight for an evil organization?"

Donny shook his head in dismay. "The Silvin Kru created who I am today. Because of them, I am strong enough to destroy even you, Dion. Because of them, people fear me. The respect me.

"Because of them, I will have whatever I want. And...today, that is Hope."

Hope froze. Dion backed towards her, arm outstretched in front of her.

"Donny...you bastard. You won't lay a finger on my wife."

Donny kept inching closer.

"Dion, you have to die today. It's the way it is. Did you know that I was the one that had everyone pull back that day we killed your family? Yes, you did a wonderful job of protecting your wife, but you know as well as I do that at the time, you could not have possibly handled a dozen senior members of the Kru. It was I who gave the order to stop, to leave Hope alive, and I didn't do it for you."

"Donny, don't you dare continue," uttered Dion nervously. He had a strong feeling that his friend meant business, and nothing he could do would change things.

Donny ignored Dion, and continued walking towards Hope.

"You are everything I've ever wanted in a woman, Hope. You're beautiful, innocent, graceful, kind...I must have you. I've trained these past few years so that I could make you mine, Hope."

"Goddammit, Donny! Think of what you are saying! You aren't like this, Donny, I know you aren't!" Hope was furious.

"I'm sorry, Hope, but for now I have to be. Once your husband is out of the way, however, I promise I'll be Donny again. For you."

Dion had had enough.

"Dontus, you scumbag!"

His fist crashed into Donny's face, sending him staggering backwards.

"Dion, you've had this coming for a long time. Ever since I threw that fight for you, you've gotten more popular with every passing day. People love you, they respect you more than they respect me, the man who essentially saved your life when you first entered the Kru. You were so weak, you would have never made it without me. I'm the only reason you're here, and I'll be the reason you die.

"Get them."

OOC: Upon finishing this, I find myself exceptionally proud of what I've created. I feel that this time I've trully broken past my usual somewhat robotic style and injected intense emotion into both my development and my combat. I hope you enjoy it, errors and all. ^_^ Oh, and, told you I'd get it done. XD

As a side note, I've included in this email the entire file of all the pieces for your convience. Just keep in mind that they are as yet unedited for grammar, punctuation, and spelling. Tell me what you think.

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Reiz was gone. Levine was gone. A dozen Silvin Kru members were converging on Dion quickly.

"I won't let you touch her!"

Dion pushed Hope backwards and went into a spin, knocking the first group of foes backward. As he stabilized himself, Dion noticed a club heading towards his face. He dodged the oncoming blow and countered with one of his own, burying Epicant into the warrior's right hip. He cried out in pain as Dion yanked the blade from its new flesh sheath and brought it towards another enemy who met a similar fate.

"Not bad, Dion," laughed Donny, "But you still can't win."

The butt of a spear slammed Dion in the chest, knocking the wind out of him.

"See, Hope? Do you see how superior I am?"

Dion fought to regain his composure as Donny threw another strike at him. This time, Dion parried the blow and sliced Epicant upwards into Donny's spear, sending it flying backwards. Donny dove behind another Silvin Kru member as Dion attempted a killing blow. The sword instead sliced into the confused soldier, who slumped to the ground, dead.

"Superior, huh? Please. You need these men to beat me, Donny. Fight me alone. Send them away. They aren't needed. If you really are 'superior', you'll send them away."

Donny seemed to ponder the idea for a moment.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Dion. You see...I promised them the chance to, ahem, reap the spoils as well."

His bloodshot eyes seemed to drill holes in Hope's dress.

"You sick--"

A knife buried itself into Dion's side. I--lost concentration. Damn it all!

Dion stumbled back, clutching his wounded side. Donny had retrieved his spear, and moved forward to punish Dion further. He hit Dion in the face with flat of the spear's metal tip. He fell forcefully to the floor.

"Dion!!" shrieked Hope, who began to lash her whip about in a frenzy. Much to the surprise of the men closing in on her, the whip hurt. Badly.

Two men fell to her wrathful outburst. One man got close enough to grab her, but Hope remembered the dagger Dion had given her earlier. She drew it and sliced the man's chest open as she wrenched free of his grasp.

Dion was barely conscious now. Silvin Kru members beat him with everything they could find. The flats of swords, the butt of their spears, chairs, even their own fists.

The-the end...ho..pe..

The enemy had Hope now. Two men were carrying her off towards the exit. She screamed, writhing in their grasp, but could not free herself.

"Dion!! Dion!! Help me...!! Oh god...!!"

Donny crouched beside the battered body of Dion. "Your woman is being dragged off, your body is broken. Admit defeat, Dion. You are done for."

Dion spat blood in Donny's face, barely able to utter the word "bastard" before Donny gave him a backhand to the face.

"Show some respect, Dion! I'm an old friend, remember!?"

"None of you...none of you were friends...you all...you all used me..."

Dion could only whisper. His strength was fading fast. He could feel his life flame about to extinguish. Hope's shrieks filled his mind.

"Dion. I have something I want you to know before you die."

He didn't have a choice. He listened. It was all over anyway.

"I killed him. I killed your father. He didn't die of worry, or depression. I assassinated him. Owen, your mentor, tried to stop me, but to no avail. Eventually, I killed him too. I am Death, Dion. All this time I've helped you, it's only been because I've been waiting for this day. The day I would be able to defeat you in front of everyone. Do you remember your stepfather? Do you remember how his face was twisted in pain and agony? I choked him to death with my own hands. These two hands that will take your wife within the hour."

"Dion!! Please!! Get up!!" shrieked Hope.

Donny...he's killed...everyone? He's an assassin, he's been using me, he's killed all that's dear to me, he's taking my wife away, he's--

"GRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Donny stumbled backwards.

"Wh-what the hell!?"

Dion's eyes burnt brightly. His strength, his emotion, it surged within him.

"I-I wi-will KILL you! I will KILL you ALL!"

Dion jumped to his feet. Everything inside him burnt.

He had ascended. Everything he had ever regretted, everything he had ever wished revenge upon was embodied in this battle. Sirat form was the only answer.

With his bare hands, Dion slammed a Silvin Kru member's face into the stone wall, grinding his ripped flesh into the stones. He tossed him into the crowd of terrified onlookers. They had dropped Hope now, some of them ducking out the door.

Dion picked up Epicant and turned towards Donny.

"YOU..."

The last thing Donny ever saw was the edge of Epicant as it ripped across his eyes, blinding him. He screamed in agony as he sank back into a wall, blood spraying from the spot where his eyes had once rested.

Dion's next move was to dive right into the fray, chopping up the Silvin Kru members as they fled from the room. He followed them into the hall, until at last, he slumped back down to his knees exhausted.

Hope crawled over to him, and rested her hand on his shoulder. He twisted quickly, grabbing her as if she were a foe, but when his eyes met hers...

Dion collapsed in Hope's arms. He was tired, and he didn't want to move. They were gone, and all he wanted now was to be with her.

Hope attempted to heal him, but she could do little. Dion's Sirat form expired, so the strength that had powered him moments ago was completely gone. Her auraword rang out, slowly closing his wounds.

"Come on Dion...you better make it! After all of that, if you die now..."

She sobbed.

"...I'll never forgive you."