Sergei Rahkmaninoff

Woah, Poly (and his dark counterpart) makes a really interesting character. The inner demon thing is going to bring up some tough situations, I can tell. If he needs help, Jayar would be glad to impart some warrior-monk wisdom or just generally give support.

IC: Jayar / The Refactory The Refactory was mostly empty, so despite sitting nearly halfway across the room while choking down his daily penance of sludge Jayar could hear a tiny Rahkshi annoying Fang. Taking pity on the solitary Rahkshi of Plasma, he called over to the tiny newcomer, "Hey, I don't hate you." OOC: Jayar open to interaction.

Who's in the Library right now?

Yes, totally. Thanks. (Now I kinda want to see someone doing the repent thing anyway, just to see what would happen.)

Well, that wasn't what I was expecting... I imagined you'd have more of a holy and pure character shouting 'Repent!' at everyone. But since, for Rahkshi, Makuta are the forces of good and Mata Nui evil, the dark deceiver thing actually sorta makes sense.

Sounds pretty cool, but I doubt it would last long. Someone *cough*Phogen*cough* would probably crush it to earn credit with Tridax. Still, if you got enough support, there could be an epic full-scale rebellion.

I've always wanted to be a Rahkshi (just look at my username ). Guess now's my chance, so here we go! NAME: Jayar VARIATION: Quick Healing LEVEL: 4 GENDER: Male GEAR: A heavy wooden staff and A notebook filled with his poetry. Pragmatically, Jayar replaced his wooden staff with a spear, which has a wide, flat blade and a club-like end. The wooden staff is in the Armory, waiting to be claimed by some idealistic young Rahkshi. He also took up a small knife. APPEARANCE: Jayar is stocky for a Rahkshi, and he's gone pretty much all out altering his appearance from the original brown and black. He's painted his armor silver and black, with a few golden highlights. He also lacks the hunch most Rahkshi have, his back being unusually straight. (Just check out the Rayg sprite in my signature or the linked picture.) PERSONALITY: Jayar was once described as taking good care of people, a description the chronicler feels accurate. He believes in strongly in honor and justice, even mercy. He'll fight for a cause he considers just, but he isn't purely a warrior; his intellectual side leads him to muse on concepts such as fate and the nature of sapience. He can be quick to assume guilt upon himself, even when he isn't at fault. BIOGRAPHY: Jayar's early life was uneventful, but that was soon remedied, beginning with his first fight with Short. Soon after, he somewhat spontaneously decided to learn to fight blind, and seeked out Hoto. They spent a brief time training before the third assignment was commenced, during which Jayar helped Hoto in her research as well as writing two well-received essays of his own. He was soon introduced to such Rahkshi as Kat, and Fang, who he admired. Over the course of the next short while he did some research on the healing arts, participated in the trial of Torch, sat vigil over the body of Omega, and assisted Kat in retrieving Dodge's leg from a hostile Nynrah. When the fourth assignment was called Hoto became upset, and rushed to the Gym, but Jayar comforted her and they returned to the Terrain Crawler and made it to Malebranche. While there Jayar discovered Forzan, Suvak's Skakdi confidant, along with Kat, Snake, and Fang, but the group, suspicious, didn't follow up on the lead in time to locate Suvak before others did. Returning to the school, Jayar found that his book of poetry had been taken from his room, and joined with several other victims of theft to capture the criminal and put him on trial in the Courtyard. When the trial concluded, Hoto arrived and offered to continue his echolocation lessons. They entered the empty dorm wing, and in the course of the lesson Hoto became upset once more, and once more Jayar comforted her. The memory is among his most treasured. Finshed there, he assisted Palma in a brief period of extreme business for the Infirmary before heading to the Gym. There, he encountered Dekako and the fallen Booger. He dragged away the paralyed Rahkshi before the Kaita collapsed, and Hoto rushed to him. They returned to the empty dorm wing, where he again comforted her and professed that he loved her. Soon, unfortunately, the moment was ended by the trial of Zex, which Jayar reported to before leaving equally quickly, disgusted by the violent punishments inflicted by his fellow students. When he encountered Hoto and Era the next day, he discovered that they had leveled up out of Dekako, and grew jealous. Hoto discerned something wrong, and in the empty wing she comforted him for once, eventually offering to form another Kaita. Jayar accepted, and by himself, Hoto, and Era, Sontiri was soon formed. After the initial storm of emotion within the shared mind, Sontiri broke through the school wall and flew around outside a moment before landing on the roof of the school, at peace. But it was not to last, for they soon flew to Nynrah, taking part in the underground battle with Phantom despite Hoto's extreme aversion to fighting. At the battle's conclusion the roof collapsed, and though Sontiri saved Kat they were inflicted with such pain (most horded by Hoto) that they collapsed. Jayar leveled up, but did not realize it yet as he took Hoto, unconscious, from Kat, and rushed her to the Infirmary, filled with guilt for everything which had occurred, which came through as he recounted events to Fang. When Hoto awoke the trauma had given her amnesia, blanking out the memories of Sontiri. Foolishly Jayar attempted to give a false account of what happened, intending to spare her the pain but in fact alienating himself and Era from her. Horrified, he wandered into the empty dorm wing, realizing he had through Sontiri learned to fight blind but also this meant little to what he had apparently lost. He soon fell into a dark sleep. Jayar soon encountered Hoto again, as she raced towards the ruins of the arena seeking the truth of what had happened. He stopped her, truthfully recounted the whole story, and promised never to lie to her again. She accepted his apology, and they returned to the school. A boat sent by Grossh for them soon picked them up and brought them to Malebranche. All was well - they indulged in Grossh's marvelous food, and were headed to a symphony - when Phogen randomly crashed their date, Hoto's extreme loyalty to the schemer inciting considerable distress in Jayar. They enjoyed the symphony together without it, at least, but outside Phogen awaited once more, to Jayar's chagrin. Upon their return to the school they were informed of the Visorak deaths, including Exxan's. Grieving ensued, and near-overwhelmed by the chaos of life Jayar went to meditate on life, first with an intense obstacle course in the Gym and then a contemplative walk on the beach leading up to Tridax' 'funeral' trap. Jayar paid the whole thing little attention, focused more on comforting Hoto again. They went inside afterwards, where they spoke with Kat about leaving the school and were sent to find everyone and bring them to meet in the empty classroom. They traveled about the school, informing those Kat had sent them to. In the Gym, Jayar traded out his wooden staff for a spear and knife. Finally, they made their way to the classroom to prepare their departure.

Wasn't it assumed he re-painted them? black and orange because he's nuparu. But what did he use to paint them? Did they even have paint on Mata-Nui? I thought they did. The Matoran masks were painted, and while the original coat might have been applied on Metru Nui, you'd think over 1000 years they would need to do some touch-ups. I thought masks changed colour to match the user. Only Great and Noble masks. Matoran masks remain grey, like when they were made, unless you paint them.

I definitely hope we get to know who all the semifinalists were, but that would be one disappointing email... I would in no way be dissappointed to hear that my MOC was fourth- or fifth-best out of over six hundred on BZPower, even if I didn't get anything for it.

Have the 4th and 5th place contestants been notified as well? I'm certain many entrants who did not receive PMs are hoping not. *cough*me*cough*

This is exactly what we needed. Hopefully now, under a standard set of fair guidelines, the canonizations will be much less controversial.

Granted, aslktgbvjta (whatever that means.) I wish aslktgbvjta meant that duct tape ceased to exist.

Is inside a giant robot's head Phases of the moon

Granted, but a new one exactly the same begins. EDIT: Kapura'd. Granted, but they eat you. I wish everyone who reads this is given a beaver.

Granted, but it's microscopic and you accidentally squash it. I wish someone would check the orbital velocity of the moon.

Are really mangos in disguise. Disguises

Actually happened, in an alternate universe. Mangos.

The Piraka Dine At McDonalds A Comedic Poem In a land quite far from home A villainous group of six did roam Diverted from their destination They pursued without hesitation A meal, not a mask, no impossible task. Or so they had hoped, as they helplessly groped In their pockets – they had none – for money unknown. Zaktan, the leader, had pointed with certainty To one double gateway of golden variety Held from the ground by a long metal pole To from the surrounding area call The hungry to feast for a menial price On food that was only debateably nice. They entered the restaurant, growling within Their stomachs. They hardly knew where to begin. Reidak went first, for his hunger was greatest He ordered a double with cheese, and a side Of a salad, to boost his nutrition. And Hakann knew that it was his fate (est?) To order a double with peppers inside Withstand the burn, strengthen his pride. And Vezok stepped up to the counter to choose A Fillet-Of-Fish, with which no one could lose. Avak, enthralled with the thought of a toy Ordered a meal for an 8-year-old boy. Thok a cold wrap, and Iced Mocha drink (Inside, he was beginning to think Of betraying his leader and going away To Wendy's, which he would prefer any day.) Carefully Zaktan chose one breakfast meal Announcing that he would devour with zeal His glorious biscuit of sausage and egg (Daring his underlings challenge his choice) But, as said above, the group had not the dregs Of a salary decent with which they could pay For this meal they had spent choosing Most of the day. Alas, they all cried! And some aspect inside Each, at the thought of the loss, quickly died. What foolish land they had wandered into Where you needed green paper to pay for your food! There was growling and screaming and gnashing of teeth Until – thank the spirit! - one old lady took pity And bought them their food, for she said Zaktan (vaguely) reminded her of her dead kitty. At this Zaktan bristled (his comrades just laughed) But they had acquired their lunch at last So they swallowed their pride and a table selected Then, for a moment, sceptically inspected. It was just slightly damp, and preferring one clean A different seating location they detected. Down they sat, and prepared to dig in At last, their meal time could begin! But from nowhere a vortextious portal appeared (Is vortextious a word? Well, I'll still use it here.) From it, a Skakdi of silver emerged With no spine to his name, but to his face merged An Olmak – twas Vezon! He chuckled and said, “I hope you don't mind. I am hungry, you see.” He reached out with swiftness and swept up the trays Of the meals the Piraka had chosen so carefully. Then he arrived in a new time and place In a realm ruled by a giant face With gears behind forehead, it watched its domain As the visitors steadily streaming in came To the Comedies forum, in which they all read Of the hamburger-thief, with name of Vezon. And realizing he was still watched from above, He turned his face upwards, eyes met yours, and said, “Now comment, dear reader. This poem is done.” So, this is my first comedy here. I wrote it in maybe 45 minutes, just on a whim, and then decided to share it. Hope you like it.

Does anyone else think we should have a Canonization Poll Guidelines topic, in which we would establish ground rules for further polls? It seems like a list of reasonable rules agreed upon (more or less) by everyone could work wonders in preventing controversy. I'd start one, but I don't feel like I have the proper authority.

Granted, but VERY SLOWLY. I wish shoe horns were swords.

Granted, you are kidnapped by aliens and therefore cannot make it to your appointment. I wish that cows had green spots.

Can time travel after all, but the OoMN covered it up with help from aliens. Harry Potter

Fanfictions. Obviously, these are not canon. But I've read a handful of good fanfictions and pretty much assimilated them into my headcanon. And canon aspects of the story used in them can make them feel more canon. There are fewer disputable details. This is why I support further canonizations. At the same time, they can inhibit fanfiction as well. Imagine if Greg canonized that the Toa of The Green's mask was an Elda. That would just be in any fanfiction.

Minority or not, we all deserve the chance to voice our opinion. Perhaps when this poll is over you will find yourself in the minority, hmm? Surely you will not feel that you did not deserve to vote because of this.