I think Grave's "Soulless" reminds me of Fain:

In my dominion, I control the weak. And in vain, in pain, they turn the other cheek. I'm souless! In my dominion I tear their soul apart. Pure eternal hate run through my soulless heart. I'm soulless to the core, I'm 666, I am your death I am the crucifix on which you are nailed. Their pain makes me strong. I breathe from their fear. I am the one man call wrong. I laugh at their tears. I live where angels cry. I make them suffer my sin. Screams released in agony as I undress them from skin. In my dominion, blood will always reign. I damn your soul to everlasting pain. I'm soulless. I'm soulless to the core... I am your death...

And for Roark, here are a few:

"A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others."
"To achieve, you need thought. You have to know what you are doing and that's real power."
-Ayn Rand.

"What is good? All that heightens the feeling of power in man, the will to power, power itself. What is bad? All that is born of weakness. What is happiness? The feeling that power is growing, that resistance is overcome."
"Morality is herd instinct in the individual. "
-Nietzsche.

(Note the two quotes on power act as counterbalances to each other.)

For myself Id definately go with "Cocaine" (the one Clapton did by jj cale)

If you wanna hang out you’ve got to take her out; cocaine.
If you wanna get down, down on the ground; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues; cocaine.
When your day is done and you wanna run; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

If your thing is gone and you wanna ride on; cocaine.
Don’t forget this fact, you can’t get it back; cocaine.
She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

She don’t lie, she don’t lie, she don’t lie; cocaine.

For Akraasiel's personality, Id likely go with Fruer Frei (Rammstein).

For me, the one song I go with is from a personal anthem of mine, fairly new song but quickly became a motivational song for me.

-This is your life, Switchfoot (From the album Beautiful Letdown)

Not really a line, but a whole song for Nementh,

-Music of the Night, Phantom of the Opera

Song that describes Gregori.. not sure, but when I am cranky and need a good pick me up. I love this song by Reel Big Fish - Somebody hates me

I just made an enemy of someone; I dont know, and they are upset about something; That I must have done, it really doesn't make much sense; but I got no statement in my defence

I know, No matter what; No matter Who; No matter what I do; Somebody hates me; Somebody hates me; Somebody hates me somebody hates me; Somebody hates me; Somebody hates me somebody hates me; And I hate somebody too

Listened to that one a few times after I contested Nikua the first time and a few quick questions on CT from Katryal turned into 4 hours later

And just to mellow out to... Simon and Garfunkle - The Boxer...and if you don't know who they are you are going to make me feel even older and my graying hair fall out

I'm a big fan of Paul Simon in particular, especially after he managed to enlist Ladysmith Black Mambazo to do some songs with him.

Oops, you wanted songs and I gave yuo books. I don't know of any appropriate songs.

For when Magnagora is raiding i listen to "Hand of Doom" by Manowar. And when preparing to raid (to start up the mood) "Hail and Kill" also by Manowar.

(Hand of Doom exerpt)
I see the fear you have inside,
You can run but never hide,
I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb.
Nothing shall remain,
Not your memory; your name,
It will be as though you never ever lived!

But for Noku, I'd say "Canta Per Me" from the anime Noir's soundtrack.

So, I thought about it this time, and I figure Roul's songs are

'Screaming Out' by The Unseen
'David Courtney' by Rancid
'Selfish Man' by Flogging Molly

And of course, 'I'm a pretty pony (clippity clop clippity clop)'

Cuber (when he still existed):
Gogo theme from FF6

Magnagora:
Rammstein's 'America' - just change the word America with Magnagora (and maybe coca-cola into Daevos-cola)

Cant help it... Cold Hard B*tch by Jet for Neppy. If you come up with a better one that reminds ya of me please do say.

Richter: Slept so long. Performed by Jay Gordon of Orgy for the Queen of the Damed soundtrack

Disturbed's Down with the sickness makes me think of Viscanti... wierd.

That's our Roark. I'm going to start reading all Your recommendations soon, honest.

Post withdrawn out of fear for my life .

Thank the gods I'm not the only one who likes that Soundtrack. I love Forsaken, it was what went through my mind (No, wasn't my warcry) when I played a Vampire on Aetolia or on a Buffy MUSH last year *tries to find Slept so Long and Forsaken in his playlist*


Don't worry, we still love you!


Umm.. I finally remembered to put mine down.. Let me see.. Anyone else heared the song "My Culture" by One Giant Leap? One of my favorites.
For Jalain, the lines that would stick out would be:
"This is what my Daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
than he did
But he taught me my culture
And how to live positive
I never wanna shame
the blood in my veins and bring pain
to my sweet grandfathers face
in his resting place
I make haste to learn and not waste
everything my forefathers earned in tears"

Pretty much refering to Ausk as he is Father to the Faelings. Jalain wants to make Father proud, so he's blunt and honest when it's called for, and because Jalain was made Treasurer by Father, Jalain does his job the best he can, not caring if he annoys another Minister (*points at Bau who almost bit his head off a few times*), hoping to make Father proud.

While listening to a song on my playlist, I came across one that seemed to fit Visaeris a while back.. and no, I'm not taking a shot at him. Anyway, it's "Drugula" by Rob Zombie, specifically the line that goes,
"dig through the ditches
burn through the witches"

-cry- No! Do not burn Jasper!

Well, for Jasper, I would say the line from Cradle of Filth's "The Smoke of Her Burning." I think that is the song.

"Weld the Gates to Heaven shut,
The Abyss leers in hissing ruts,
Unhilt the Black Grimoire of Death,
Inscribe all names that God has left."

But that is only when he gets all "Ritual-y" and such.

The song for everything else would be... the entire song of Cradle of Filth's "Medusa and Hemlock"
Yep.

For Guido, I think the best fit is a poem by Robert Browning, Childe Rowland to the Dark Tower Came.

Ironically enough, the protagonist in the poem is seeking the 'Dark Tower'. In the middle of the Glomdoring, there is a 'Black Tower'.
I think the whole thing fits very well with Guido's fixation with Crow, the crows, and the Glomdoring.


I
My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the workings of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

(Hoary cripple = Visaeris?)

II
What else should he be set for, with his staff?
What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare
All travellers who might find him posted there,
And ask the road? I guessed what skull-like laugh
Would break, what crutch 'gin write my epitaph
For pastime in the dusty thoroughfare.

III
If at his counsel I should turn aside
Into that ominous tract which, all agree,
Hides the Dark Tower. Yet acquiescingly
I did turn as he pointed, neither pride
Now hope rekindling at the end descried,
So much as gladness that some end might be.

IV
For, what with my whole world-wide wandering,
What with my search drawn out through years, my hope
Dwindled into a ghost not fit to cope
With that obstreperous joy success would bring,
I hardly tried now to rebuke the spring
My heart made, finding failure in its scope.

V
As when a sick man very near to death
Seems dead indeed, and feels begin and end
The tears and takes the farewell of each friend,
And hears one bit the other go, draw breath
Freelier outside, ('since all is o'er,' he saith
And the blow fallen no grieving can amend;')

VI
When some discuss if near the other graves
be room enough for this, and when a day
Suits best for carrying the corpse away,
With care about the banners, scarves and staves
And still the man hears all, and only craves
He may not shame such tender love and stay.

VII
Thus, I had so long suffered in this quest,
Heard failure prophesied so oft, been writ
So many times among 'The Band' to wit,
The knights who to the Dark Tower's search addressed
Their steps - that just to fail as they, seemed best,
And all the doubt was now - should I be fit?

VIII
So, quiet as despair I turned from him,
That hateful cripple, out of his highway
Into the path he pointed. All the day
Had been a dreary one at best, and dim
Was settling to its close, yet shot one grim
Red leer to see the plain catch its estray.

IX
For mark! No sooner was I fairly found
Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two,
Than, pausing to throw backwards a last view
O'er the safe road, 'twas gone; grey plain all round;
Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound.
I might go on, naught else remained to do.

X
So on I went. I think I never saw
Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve:
For flowers - as well expect a cedar grove!
But cockle, spurge, according to their law
Might propagate their kind with none to awe,
You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.

XI
No! penury, inertness and grimace,
In some strange sort, were the land's portion. 'See
'Or shut your eyes,' said Nature peevishly,
'It nothing skills: I cannot help my case:
''Tis the Last Judgement's fire must cure this place
'Calcine its clods and set my prisoners free.'

XII
If there pushed any ragged thistle-stalk
Above its mates, the head was chopped, the bents
Were jealous else. What made those holes and rents
In the dock's harsh swarth leaves, bruised as to baulk
All hope of greenness? Tis a brute must walk
Pashing their life out, with a brute's intents.

XIII
As for the grass, it grew as scant as hair
In leprosy; thin dry blades pricked the mud
Which underneath looked kneaded up with blood.
One stiff blind horse, his every bone a-stare,
Stood stupified, however he came there:
Thrust out past service from the devil's stud!

XIV
Alive? he might be dead for aught I knew,
With that red gaunt and colloped neck a-strain.
And shut eyes underneath the rusty mane;
Seldom went such grotesqueness with such woe;
I never saw a brute I hated so;
He must be wicked to deserve such pain.

XV
I shut my eyes and turned them on my heart,
As a man calls for wine before he fights,
I asked one draught of earlier, happier sights,
Ere fitly I could hope to play my part.
Think first, fight afterwards, the soldier's art:
One taste of the old time sets all to rights.

XVI
Not it! I fancied Cuthbert's reddening face
Beneath its garniture of curly gold,
Dear fellow, till I almost felt him fold
An arm to mine to fix me to the place,
The way he used. Alas, one night's disgrace!
Out went my heart's new fire and left it cold.

XVII
Giles then, the soul of honour - there he stands
Frank as ten years ago when knighted first,
What honest man should dare (he said) he durst.
Good - but the scene shifts - faugh! what hangman hands
Pin to his breast a parchment? His own bands
Read it. Poor traitor, spit upon and curst!

XVIII
Better this present than a past like that:
Back therefore to my darkening path again!
No sound, no sight as far as eye could strain.
Will the night send a howlet or a bat?
I asked: when something on the dismal flat
Came to arrest my thoughts and change their train.

XIX
A sudden little river crossed my path
As unexpected as a serpent comes.
No sluggish tide congenial to the glooms;
This, as it frothed by, might have been a bath
For the fiend's glowing hoof - to see the wrath
Of its black eddy bespate with flakes and spumes.

XX
So petty yet so spiteful! All along,
Low scrubby alders kneeled down over it;
Drenched willows flung them headlong in a fit
Of mute despair, a suicidal throng:
The river which had done them all the wrong,
Whate'er that was, rolled by, deterred no whit.

XXI
Which, while I forded - good saints, how I feared
To set my foot upon a dead man's cheek,
Each step, of feel the spear I thrust to seek
For hollows, tangled in his hair or beard!
- It may have been a water-rat I speared,
But, ugh! it sounded like a baby's shriek.

XXII
Glad was I when I reached the other bank.
Now for a better country. Vain presage!
Who were the strugglers, what war did they wage,
Whose savage trample thus could pad the dank
soil to a plash? Toads in a poisoned tank
Or wild cats in a red-hot iron cage -

XXIII
The fight must so have seemed in that fell cirque,
What penned them there, with all the plain to choose?
No footprint leading to that horrid mews,
None out of it. Mad brewage set to work
Their brains, no doubt, like galley-slaves the Turk
Pits for his pastime, Christians against Jews.

XXIV
And more than that - a furlong on - why, there!
What bad use was that engine for, that wheel,
Or brake, not wheel - that harrow fit to reel
Men's bodies out like silk? With all the air
Of Tophet's tool, on earth left unaware
Or brought to sharpen its rusty teeth of steel.

XXV
Then came a bit of stubbed ground, once a wood,
Next a marsh it would seem, and now mere earth
Desperate and done with; (so a fool finds mirth,
Makes a thing and then mars it, till his mood
Changes and off he goes!) within a rood -
Bog, clay and rubble, sand, and stark black dearth.

XXVI
Now blotches rankling, coloured gay and grim,
Now patches where some leanness of the soil's
Broke into moss, or substances like boils;
Then came some palsied oak, a cleft in him
Like a distorted mouth that splits its rim
Gaping at death, and dies while it recoils.

XXVII
And just as far as ever from the end!
Naught in the distance but the evening, naught
To point my footstep further! At the thought,
A great black bird, Apollyon's bosom friend,
Sailed past, not best his wide wing dragon-penned
That brushed my cap - perchance the guide I sought.

XXVIII
For, looking up, aware I somehow grew,
'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place
All round to mountains - with such name to grace
Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view.
How thus they had surprised me - solve it, you!
How to get from them was no clearer case.

XXIX
Yet half I seemed to recognise some trick
Of mischief happened to me, God knows when -
In a bad dream perhaps. Here ended, then
Progress this way. When, in the very nick
Of giving up, one time more, came a click
As when a trap shuts - you're inside the den.

XXX
Burningly it came on me all at once,
This was the place! those two hills on the right,
Crouched like two bulls locked horn in horn in fight;
While to the left a tall scalped mountain ... Dunce,
Dotard, a-dozing at the very nonce,
After a life spent training for the sight!

XXXI
What in the midst lay but the Tower itself?
The round squat turret, blind as the fool's heart,
Built of brown stone, without a counterpart
In the whole world. The tempest's mocking elf
Points to the shipman thus the unseen shelf
He strikes on, only when the timbers start.

XXXII
Not see? because of night perhaps? - why day
Came back again for that! before it left
The dying sunset kindled through a cleft:
The hills, like giants at a hunting, lay,
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay, -
'Now stab and end the creature - to the heft!'

XXXIII
Not hear? When noise was everywhere! it tolled
Increasing like a bell. Names in my ears
Of all the lost adventurers, my peers -
How such a one was strong, and such was bold,
And such was fortunate, yet each of old
Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

XXXIV
There they stood, ranged along the hillsides, met
To view the last of me, a living frame
For one more picture! In a sheet of flame
I saw them and I knew them all. And yet
Dauntless the slug-horn to my lips I set,
And blew. 'Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.'

I can't think of anything all that appropriate for Erion. But I guess the closest I can really come is Ironman, by Black Sabbath. With Ozzy. 'Cause Ozzy rocks. Yay.

Master of Puppets by Metallica fits Kaelar's personality... sorta

It fits Althana too, when she has a good day *evilgrin*