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Revenge is the ending of wrath, the beginning of peace.
Only in vengeance can peace exist.
They fear us, and rightly.
We shall be their doom, and they know it.

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My Minion Raiding party broke your nose
My Minion Raiding Party can beat up your Minion Raiding Party
Blood Dagger commemorating the Bloodletting 2 Year Anniversary
Black Masquerade Silver Mask ~ Security 2008
Golden Goblet Commemorating Ringing in 2011 with
I survived the great Bloodout of 2011...with only minor withdrawal symptoms
Dark0men's Biography

•†§†• Ƥhantom §hadow of the Ƒraternity ʚf §hadows. •†§†•
First established: January 21st, 2007

Fluorescent lights flickered to life within the spacious garage built into the ancient Abbey. The lights play over his most recent acquisition; the McLaren F1. It’s high gloss, black paint showing the mirror image of the light fixtures overhead, and an almost boyish grin split the lips of its owner. Running gloved fingers over the sleek body form, the butterfly door lifted up and out on its hinges, permitting entry.Sliding into the custom-fitted seat centered within the cockpit, his hands lightly brushed over the shifter, control panels and dials before the center-mounted, V12 engine roared to life. The throaty growl of the engine seemed almost as soothing as a cats purr. Popping a CD into the Kenwood stereo system, he shifted the mechanical beast into gear; the tires leaving a layer of thick black upon the concrete floor of the garage, as well as the quickly thinning cloud of smoke and pungent aroma of burnt rubber, as he tore off through the mountainous road leading away from the Abbey.

Suddenly, he felt her. She was behind him, but closing fast. The smile upon his lips widened into a grin. She was riding her custom built Hayabusa motorcycle, a fine piece of machinery that bike was; but no match for his McLaren, not in his mind anyway. Without warning, she put on a burst of speed while he was forced to slow down, or fly off the mountain. The music, Nickelback’s “Savin’ Me”, continued to blast out from the speakers of the custom-made stereo system, as the full moon came into view from around the bend. Heaven's gates won't open up for me, 0men caught a quick glance at it before the clouds moved in once more to obscure it. With these broken wings I'm fallin'… Turning his eyes back to the road, he caught sight of her once more And all I see is you…

The shift lever moved smoothly through the transitions, up and down as the curves in the roadway forced the highly tuned vehicle to slow, and the straights allowed it to speed back up. The lights of the closest town were visible now, These city walls ain't got no love for me… but distant and down the mountain. On one side, mountain, the other held only open air. I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story…His laughter at the game went unheard over the blaring music, or the revving engine. And oh I scream for you... So she wanted a race eh? Come please I'm callin'… His foot rammed down on the accelerator, his right hand snapping the shifter up and down, through the gear sequence to catch up.

She was there, clear to his vision through the windshield,And all I need from you… her hair streaming out behind her, his tires let out a screech of pain, or it might have been pleasure, as he tore around the bends and curves of the mountain; the chase was on and far from over. Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'… The McLaren quickly slides to the inside, jutting stone from the mountain scant inches away from tearing long gashes in the carbon-fiber body. Show me what it's like… The sound of the two vehicles engines echo off the solid rock to their left and the car begins to take the lead once more, To be the last one standing….

Taking a split second, he looks out the right-side window, throwing a smirk in her direction as the street-legal racing car speeds off in front of the Hayabusa. And teach me wrong from right… And I'll show you what I can be… The moon, behind them now and freed from the clouds, sheds its silver gossamer upon the black asphalt the two race upon, Say it for me… down, down the two of them head Say it to me… towards an unspecified finish line.

A sharp bend rears its ugliness as they continue their high-speed game of cat and mouse, the Hayabusa, more agile on the twisting terrain, strays to the outside edge of the ribbon of pavement, And I'll leave this life behind me… a quick adjustment from the McLaren and it falls behind the bike Say it if it's worth saving me… A spray of loose gravel flies out into the void from all six tires pounding along the surface of the road Hurry I'm fallin'…the McLaren allows the motorcycle its brief victory, but not before the end of the straight away; as the gears ascend, the car speeds around her, All I need is you…

Gliding like a streamlined butterfly down the road, its driver checks the rearview for his competitor. Come please I'm callin'... His grin falters as she’s not in sight, And oh, I scream for you… He almost slows, but as his eyes return to the road before him, he catches sight of fingers gripping his door in the left side mirror. Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'… Looking fully, he spies her, and grins once again.

Name: Astara

Species: Panthera onca palustris (Jaguar)

Description: Weighing in at approximately 300 pounds, Astra is large for a melanistic jaguar, and especially for a female of the species. Her sleek body measures in at around 5'6" long with her tail adding another 2' or so. She stands nearly 3' tall at the shoulder.

Characteristics: Despite being a wild cat, Astra appears to be completely loyal to 0men, and she has nearly given up her life to preserve his existence on several occasions.

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