Tatakau Kurabu {Lit, Semi-lit}

[Kizu Pantera]

~Prologue~

"How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?"

One of the many questions an individual is asked before their instincts of self-defense kicks off or when being trained in the art of fighting. This question was the very first question that came to mind of Kizu Pantera when exploring the realm of gaia. Back in the day, his nickname was well known to others as Frost. His skills was looked at by many but, still had room for improvement like all others. This stalwart nomad from the arctic joined many organizations and took part in multiple wars until he decide to go solo. He decided to be his own boss and just go with the flow instead taking part of events he finds out that's just pointless drama. Within many years of exploring this earthly realm, there were many things he experienced that brought joy to his soul and then there were things brought that brought hatred and madness. In between, he found a place that was visited more than any other place. Rock Fist. First visit of that establishment piqued his curiosity and he stayed longer than he expected, meeting the owner of Rock Fist often made Kizu wonder. Just what in the hell was he? Others was able to be picked out from just a minor observation and talking to them but, it was difficult to come in contact with. The two was always on the move gaining more knowledge and wisdom and the times he did, it was usually something big.
Wait.... Rewind..
Before the year when RF was his temporary his home, he was the head of his own organization. Nightstalkers Militia was the name. A place where titles didn't mean a thing unless it was a title you were earned during a time in ones life, things were running smooth as ice until a former friend called him out in his home turf. The two duke it out like there's wasn't going to be a tomorrow and unfortunately, it was a phrase that almost meant for Kizu. Caught by the way of his opponents underhanded tactics, the frigid fighter nearly experienced death and almost lost himself. In the midst of the chaos, a voice was reaching out to him. That voice from within that got his adrenaline pumping and a strong will to survive, that's when his other half came into his life. Vexx Ventisca. Til this day , they proved themselves to be a force to be reckoned with. If not all but, by many. Kizu left Rock Fist from being held down in its limitation awhile back and is now on the road looking for a place he can call his own stomping grounds, like others have been. Side trips and a few bars later. He found a place with many wonders and willing to claim it his own. A big a** house that's quite old like ancient antiques.
"This joint has potential"Vexx uttered in Kizus mind when they roamed around the sizeable structure. The two explored a multitude of rooms and whatnot before coming back to the main room hours later. "Yeah. With us running it who the knows what might happen" Kizu replied as he paced his way back out of the worn down domicile.

And so it begins....

[Part 2 coming soon]

"Table of contents"

Post-1 Intro
Post-2 rules
Post-3 Settings and surroundings
Post-4 Mods and members
Post-5 Black and white list
Post-6 Specialty
Post-7 Announcements
Post-8 Affiliates

[Kizu Pantera]

Obvious Rule in this thread: Try to be Lit or Semi-lit

1. Of course, follow the TOS and keep it kind of kiddie rated(PG13)
2. You bring stupidity in my place, you and your stupidity will be sent back out. Dont care who you are
3. You Godmod, you'll be up for review and if its proven. Judges decision is final
4. AMP is not a rule, but a guideline to prevent multiple BS filling up the pages of the thread
5. This is one thing I wont tolerate. Drama, you bring OOC or IRL drama In character, you're gone
6. Excessive OOC goes to the OOC Thread , I don't wanna hold ya hand and lead you to it every page
7.Fight to your hearts content
8. The world is your battlefield, it's your fault if you get killed by the environment
9. Walk-ins are highly welcomed, joining is all up to you
10. One thing.. No narutard ninjas, Ninja Gaiden ninjas are tolerated
11.You bring illogical D&D nonsense, you'll be taking it right back out
12. If you have character pictures for reference, code them. I dont want to see pictures in a one-lined post
13. OH YEAH.. Killing is allowed
14. This is modern day era. Weapons are allowed. Though if you bring in nukes and other stupid crap like that, you'll be frowned upon with nixxed posts and asked not to return until you become a good boy/girl
15. You bump and spam, you'll be reported and banned no ifs ands or buts.
16. If I do know you or don't, it doesn't matter. Don't act like you run this joint, I run this.
17. Once you come in, just relax and don't go overboard.. This is place is for chilling and fighting
18. Location, location, location.. before you post, note where you're located. rest of the posting after that is cool, others can backread if they want to know where you are.
19. DON'T, I REPEAT DONT. Dont insta- appear in locations you never been to
20. What I say, goes... So try to have fun cause I know I try to.

[Kizu Pantera]

Setting
North, Northwest of Durem along the outskirts from the busy streets, leads into a place that's nearly ghetto to someones point of view. A quarter of a mile from the town, lies an old house that's massive in size and even larger in capacity. Almost isolated from the urban area and surrounded by dying trees as well. The appearance of the housing structure looks to be of very old age. Cracked, chip paint along the outside as well as the warped and worn wooden parts that causes the place to have little insulation. A few boarded windows are present but, those rooms haven't been explored just yet. Who knows what you might find. it rests within the culdesac of the dark and gloomy neighborhood it resides within, over a hundred yards away.

Along the inside of this interesting household, the upkeep of this structure wasn't too shabby for it to be so aged. The only thing that had it's problems was the light fixings along with the wear and tear of the wallpapers in the area. Kizu checked out the basement and noticed how it was quite roomy so, it was proven to be quite useful. Around the rooms, some had beds and box springs with no frame to elevate it. Others had it and the rest didn't have beds at all. It not ritzy, but it was something that's a work in progress. They roamed throughout majority of the house and got an idea of how the structure would look in the mapping he drew up.

Surroundings
Back down into the Urban area where the lights flash and streets getting randomly busy, there lies a section of bars, convenient stores and the night clubs within a one mile radius. These brick layered structures takes on the common look of a low budget location, until you step through doors. Inside, they take on an old school appearance.

[Kizu Pantera]

Blacklist

Yeah You know who goes here
Idiots who cant follow rules

Whitelist

If you go here, you have my respect

[Kizu Pantera]

Specialty

[Kizu Pantera]

Announcements

[Kizu Pantera]

Affiliates

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arrow Location: The Streets
- Hearing the random honking of cars and rude people cursing at one another, it was starting to be the best of both worlds for Kizu and Vexx. Of course he wore his usual street clothes which consisted of; baggy pair of camo pants and cobalt blue converse. Yes, this meant the only upper attire he wore was just those fingerless plated gloves. Compared to the usual folks that roam the streets, he was a freak of nature. Kizu has a bulky cerulean tail that protruded from his lower spine and held a dimly glow array formed along various parts of his body as the marking of corruption. The norm was the tribal tattoos that decorated his dark brawny limbs and his well-toned upper body, tonight was a night like other nights except he was just looking around for a good time.-
"Well, the bar is usually a good spot"
Vexx: "Tch! Drunkards don't even count"

[PK Lady Sonia Renegade]

'It was a ********' nightmare to get here..'

These thoughts boomed so loud in her mind that it almost matched her pulsing migraine from the magic she used to get here. She almost thought she should have just gotten a cab or something, but no matter. It had been so long since she last used her powers that she was rather happy to get some use out of them. Doing home alchemy and making remedies and potions all day had gotten dull and lost its flavor over the years.

She did not carry anything with her, for the sheer fact she would still have to pick and choose her room thus the laziness kicked in. She wandered up the path, peering around at the home's front yard and almost instantly deciding she was going to do something with it. Mud pits, maybe. She walked up the front steps, knocking on the door. She turned the knob to find it unlocked, peering inside to see that there were some boxes at the bottom of the stairs still.

She gave a groan and pushed the door the rest of the way open, letting it slam shut once her frame had entered. Today, her fluffy black tail swished in annoyance and her matching ears flattened along her indigo-tinted raven locks while those fierce pale blue orbs stared right at the pile of boxes. She grumbled and moved around, shuffling her way around the bottom floor now to explore everything. Once she had made a complete pass, she identified what she saw. There was a large kitchen at the far end of this floor, a dining room to the right center, two parlors by the front of the house and a court as well as the office she now stood in and the first place anyone would see.

She went upstairs, starting to see room after room. Instead of pursuing down the hall, she went up one more floor to find the same thing. She groaned and went back down stairs to the first floor, starting to pull open boxes and lay the items out around the office area he had. After she finished, she turned to go to the parlor and started to browse the liquor though she had no real interest in any of it. Merely just something to do for now.