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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:42 am
Kirstan kinda jumped to the reply and looked at the direction the sound came in. She heard the breathing of Spaniard and then realised how foolish she was not to say hello strongly and boldly. "My name is Kirstan Monami, I came here from France to fallow my mother's footsteps although she was american." She could hear breathing of other people around the arena but none entering yet. She kept her focus on Spaniard's thought. He eyes looked at the gate and then back in Spaniard's direction. "Now you know my name, may I ask for yours?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:15 pm
With a smile, Spaniard dissappeared in a flash of fire and reappeared in front of the girl. Spaniard may have been hyper at times, but she was knowlageable, and this girl, Kirstan, was definatly blind. She hoped, that the presence of the heat allowed her to know she was in front of her, and hopefully not scare her so much. And so there she stood, in her black wolf form, as the flames died away.
"I am Spaniard, the lord of this arena... I am in charge around here, and I'm glad to see that someone has decided to grace thier precense here..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 2:30 pm
"Well I simply wanted to keep up my mother's line of warriors. She was here 20 years ago." Kirstan said. She looked directly infront of herself and it seemed like she was stairing at Spaniard. "It is an honor to be here, Spaniard." She knew that she went there by flame cause she hear the flame and could feel the heat. She simply didn't quite pay attention to it though.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:18 pm
Name: Rengoku Age: 24 Appearance:  Powers: He is able to blend in with his environment, making him invisible via heat, sight, and noise. He can also turn invisible for a mshort time, but it drains his fatigue greatly. He is double jointed, which allows him to move in ways which make him undetectable. He also has Psychokinesis, which allows him to play with the mind of his opponent. However, he has a weakness to his own poisons. Weapons: Besides the large scorpion tail which he can implant in his back to replicate an actual tail, he has 2 poisoned Shobo, 2 Katanas on his back, plenty of poisoned shuriken which slow the healing process of an individual, and an emergency blade in his left boot. Personality: He tends to be more of the hunter type. He can be a little calm and collected, but he always refers to his opponent as his "prey". Outside of battle, he seems to be a completely different person. Bio: Born and Raised in Japan, Rengoku was a child prodigy in the ninja arts. From simple assassinations to stealth missions people though impossible,he was regarded as the chosen of all ninja arts. He grew up, getting more and more tired of his missions, stating that "there wasn't anything left to entertain him." However, once he got the invitation to the Arena, he rejoiced. To kill a man in an arena with thousands of spectators without being seen. "That is god status for a Ninja." He said to himself as he took up the challenge. Pets (if any): Other: He uually dresses in normal civillian clothes to hide his true identity. Even outside a mission, he has to stay to the ninjitsu code of stealth
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:48 pm
Spaniard gave a bright smile.
"Well you seem like a very strong warrior, even with your condition. Do you wish to fight here in the arena? I could find someone to fight with you if you wish..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:05 pm
Name: Nayr
Age: NA
Appearance: can look like anyone but is a dark copy or completly black
Powers: shadow weapon(can conjure a shadow weapon.)shadow teleport(goes into the shadow.)
Weapons: any weapon really
Personality: is ussally a jokitive type.
Bio: not much is know about him
Pets (if any): pet demon
Other: is a shadow mancer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 4:25 pm
"Thankyou, I would love a sparing partner. Only if I have the ability to know where they are if you know what I mean. If I can't 'see' them I can't fight them," Kirstan stated. She sat on the ground and held her head up with her hand. She heard people aproaching the arena that was how good her hearing was. She waited for a relply and people to come.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:21 pm
Name: Fenrir
Age: 3567
Appearance: Badass
Powers: Shapeshifting
Weapons: b*****d Sword- The blade is just under three feet in length
Personality: Arrogant and prideful, Fenrir revels in proving his strength in battle.
Bio: The third son of Loki the Trickster, Fenrir was destined to destroy the King of the Gods, Odin; and so he did. With his enemies destroyed, Fenrir still hungered for battle, but not on the desolate Midgard. No, he left the lifeless planet and traveled the dimensions, searching for a suitable place to unleash his rage. The Arena is what he's been searching for.
Other: Rarely takes his Lupine form.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:22 pm
"See? But you have made it this far already..." Spaniard tilted her head a bit in curiosity when she too heard the sound of newcomers. With a snap of her fingers, she was back in her spot atop her throne and Kirstan was sitting comfortably in the stands. Spaniard looked down to the arena floor, her eyes flashing dangourously.
"Who goes there?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:35 pm
"None of your business, that's who!" barked Fenrir as he strode from the shadows. A quick glance around the arena left him sorely disappointed. He had heard that this place was a gathering place for the strongest fighters, from all over the infinite universe.
"What's this?!" he snarled, baring his fang-like teeth. "This is nothing more than an empty sandpit." The arrogant male met Spaniard's glare with ease, his crimson eyes glowing in the half-light of the stadium.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 7:44 pm
Spaniard, in her human form, roller her eyes at the boy.
Great... an arrogant punk... just what I asked Santa for Christmas...
With a screen of flames, Spaniard appeared in front of the boy, her arms crossed, her eyes showing she was wiser than her age.
"I... am the arena lord... YOU, have no right to downtalk my arena... now I'll ask you again... who are you? And answer correctly yes? If you wish to stay here in one piece..." Her eyes glared at the boy, tinted dark red in response to her anger and she fought the urge to show her teeth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:00 pm
Fenrir was unimpressed. Sure, she was older than she appeared. So what? "Ooo... The Arena Lord! So scary." The 'youth' replied mockingly. Just as quickly as she had appeared before him, his tone changed. Dark, menacing and wrathful, it was a voice of one who had been imprisoned for two millenniums. "My name is Fenrir. Son of Loki."
If Spaniard had reservations about showing her fangs, Fenrir was eager. He curled back his lips, revealing his fangs. From his throat sounded a feral growl and his fingernails sharpened into claws. "Is there anyone here to devour, or has this been a waste of my time?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:22 pm
The aruma around Fenrir was distasteful to Spaniard senses. Just by looking at the way he stood, she knew he was lycan. Whether he was a full blood, she couldn't tell, but he was powerful none the less.
"You wish to fight? Then choose your opponent... just don't leave a mess on my floor, yes?"
With another glare, her eyes relaxed and the red tint was gone. She turned on her heel, swiftly changing into her black wolf form and leaped up to sit on her throne high above everyone else.
I wonder if he'll choose the blind girl... or if he's arrogant enough to choose me... hm...
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 8:46 pm
"Well, isn't she all high and mighty. Fenrir thought, eyeing the throne with disdain. Somebody was going to have to dethrone her. It bothered him that she hadn't flinched at his name. Her mistake; and one she would come to regret, Fenrir vowed. In the meantime, there was only one other person to fight, the girl dressed in white.
"Nymph!" He roared out, "Come and fight me, if you dare." His tone was mocking, inciting. The only good opponent was an angry opponent.
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