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 Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 8:46 pm
Golden Judge
Character Name: Apollo
How often can you check/post to the event? Daily
Looks: Athletic but not bulky, Apollo is a shining (literally) example of boyish beauty. His main color is gold, with golden skin, eyes, and hair. His simple clothes are white linnen in a classic Greek style with wrapped sandals.
Personality: Arrogant but gracious, Apollo is forgiving and generally just - often associated with harmony, order, and reason. Apollo is more an artist than a fighter but he enjoys a good revel and is known to be an accomplished archer.
What deity are you? Greek god of the sun (and music, poetry, plague, oracles, sun, medicine, light and knowledge).
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 10:21 am
OriginalSooshi Bonnie Valentine hung back, her right hand resting on her whip and her left hand carelessly grasping the white papers. She watched the crowd passing with a cold look for a long while before she weaved her way through to the table that had been set up. She raised a pale eyebrow, sliding the papers in front of the men, and straightened as one of them perused her application. She stayed silent for a moment and smirked, tossing her braid back from where it had fallen over her shoulder. The younger man, a handsome young blonde who was clearly a knight, nodded at her application and gave her a little smile, passing it to the older male. She stared back stonily, unaffected as many other young girls were - she could see them from the corner of her eyes, swarming around the end of the table and gazing in awe and wonder up at the knight.
The elder of the pair, a man with an exterior that would repel shallow maidens, tapped his fingers on the table as he checked each line of her papers. Every now and then he gave a little hum, though Bonnie wasn't sure whether they were of approval or not. This blacksmith - or so she assumed from his tools - had a very steady poker face, and it was harder to read him than it was to read others. He slowly put the application down on the table, looking up at Bonnie with deep concentration. After studying her for a few moments, he nodded once.
"Welcome to the Brawler's Bash, Valentine," he rumbled, his rough voice matching the rest of him. Bonnie smiled, almost imperceptibly to anyone who was watching her.
"See you around the arena," she said, waving five slender fingers as she moved away, heading towards an empty space she noticed by the Colosseum. Slipping into the little square, she leaned against the stone pillar, her eyes moving over the crowds once more. She pulled one of her knives from her pocket and flicked it in her fingers, hands trained impeccably not to be harmed when she pulled off certain stunts.
Basics
Character Name: Bonnie Valentine
Gaia Username: OriginalSooshi
How often can you check/post to the event? I can check every day, and post twice a week.
Looks: A small, slim woman with long blonde hair tied in a braid. She looks unassuming, but is often underestimated by her opponents. Her height comes to only 4’9, which brings her a lot lower than many others. Her eyes are a sharp green.
Her attire consists of mostly leather and layered fabrics. She wears knee-length boots, the insides of which are lined with a cured fabric that allows them to absorb most of the shock whilst running, and gives her speed. Above those are long pants, the ends tucked into her boots. They have many pockets and hidden openings, in which she hides weapons or equipment. Her shirt is loose and white, designed to look like those from pirate legends. Over it, she wears a thick, double-layered leather vest. It protects her from smaller wounds in the torso, but won’t deflect a direct hit. She wears two long metal bands wrapped around both her lower arms, each engraved with one symbol which allows her quick-thinking and energy. However, once these symbols are activated, they only last for a limited time before they need to restore their power.
Personality: A vicious, mischievous woman. Bonnie isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty in order to win. She distrusts most people, but she can play nice when she feels she can gain something from the exchange. She’ll kick if she’s down, and usually claws her way to the top – she is confident that she can win, which can easily make her vulnerable to attacks. From a young age, her decision to be a monster hunter over a housewife had been set in stone, and she trained constantly, building up a tolerance for pain and a dislike of normal women.
Fighter Introduction: Watch out for the hunter with the vicious attitude – if you get on her bad side, get ready to meet your maker. Say hello to BONNIE VALENTINE!
Describe your fighting style: Bonnie fights with knives and whips, usually head-on. It’s an advantage if she can get behind her opponent, as she can use her whip to pull them down without them seeing her. She can dart back and forth between long range and close range, both of which she can exercise her use of weaponry in easily.
Describe your weapons: Bonnie has a long black whip that hangs by her side, the end forked into two for maximum damage. She has two knives, both of which make a pair. The edges are slightly serrated.
Stats
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 14
Constitution: 12+1
Intelligence: 13
Wisdom: 12
Charisma: 12
Abilities
Armor: leather vest (4+1), boots (2)
Armed Combat: whip (4+2, > max), knife (3), knife (3)
Unarmed Combat: evasion (4)
Magic: metal band – energy (5), metal band – quick thinking (5)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 9:21 am
Shop Name: God's Gift
Shop Owner Username: Jikial
Product: Donated items in the form of an auction.
Description of Shop: Give back and get back! We are as a god when it comes to turning items into gold!
Fill out the following for each shop employee:
Character Name: Jikial
Player Username: Jikial
How often can you check/post to the event? Often
Looks: A tall man with a muscular build and long brown/silver hair. His face has hard features and he is almost always wearing a smile. For this job he is wearing a simple white cotton shirt with a brown burlap apron and jean pants. His canines are rather sharp.
Personality: He likes to joke around and is almost aggressively easy-going. He fancies himself as a master of ceremony and likes to be the center of attention.
Character Summary: All was still in the empty store, more of a wooden room with a counter really, there were no shelves, no aisles, nothing. Of course, the stillness was inevitably broken, and so it was by a rumble. It rattled the timbers and shook the...counter...there was nothing else to shake. And when it stopped an underwear-clad man was sprawled out on the floor. He couldn't stay that way, so in the blink of an eye he was suddenly wearing clothes, and complaining about them.
"Ah, what are these pants, and these underpants, this is uncomfortable." He stood up and looked around the once-empty store. Where he looked things appeared, a stage on one side, chairs in the middle, tables in the back, and a cash register on the table. "The hell is this then?"
"It's your job." Another voice spoke from the emptiness, a voice which soon found a body of a man, though not as tall or muscular, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of khaki shorts.
The first man, Jikial, smirked at the second man, the user Jikial, "Oh right, so you break me out to put me to work, oh thank you," the sarcasm was light.
"Yeah well, it was you and forty others, and you've done nothing this whole time."
"No fault of my own."
"Pah, just shut up and man the store, you can do that right?"
"Only cause you can write it that way."
They both regarded each other with seemingly hostile eyes. But the tension broke when they both smiled and laughed, patting each other on the arm.
"One to another eh Jikial?"
"One to another." The second man faded leaving the first man there.
God's Gift was open for business.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:28 am
SiberDrac Writing Sample:"Here." The voice was bored, vaguely irritated, and high baritone. A paper slapped down on the registration table, the writing sloppy, but legible. Some words were misspelled, although it could have just been misshapen letters. Cedric Ardent looked up at the sound and snorted at the character before him. He looked like he'd been dragged out of an alley one night and never given the chance to wake up. Short, greasy, gaunt, his face on the brink of scowling even if he didn't seem to intend to, and wearing an oversized, sable trenchcoat that looked more like a tent. The faded, red tee shirt he wore had a strangely drawn print of an old man on it saying something about "tripping balls." "Mm," Cedric grunted, and took the application. "Fighter." "Yeah." "Pokémon?" A silent nod. A curiously raised eyebrow. "What?" A burdened, gray-eyed gaze. The eyebrow reached new heights. The kid didn't seem insolent; just too self-absorbed to be polite. Which was just as offensive, just in a different way. He finally got the hint. "They're animals. Kinda." "Mm. Well, welcome." "Yeah." Willam turned away then, seeming distracted, and juggled two white-and-red spheres in one hand as he went, his other stuffed deep into the pocket of his stained blue jeans. His head was tilted slightly down, his step was slow but not uncertain, and the confidence of his ever-moving hands seemed bored of his own skill. The boy had something to prove, and had no intentions of letting anyone know what it was. Basics Character Name: Willam McFadden Gaia username: SiberDrac How often can you check/post to the event? 1-3 times/day Looks: Greasy, short, gaunt, unkempt teenager with mid-length black hair, circles under his eyes, and shifty fingers. He wears clothes that are too big for his body - especially a huge, old, thin-worn hoody - and looks like a street urchin. It seems like if you were to unbreak his nose, get the impudent sneer off his face, and get him to take a bath, he'd be decent-looking, if still pale and thin, but as it is, he's a decidedly unattractive person. Personality: Willam doesn't talk a whole lot, and when he does, it's with the arrogant whine of a teenage pariah. He's decided that he's alone in the world, whether that's true or not, and doesn't like to accept help except to leech off others. He steals when he can, though he's more a pilferer than a pickpocket - he's cleverer than nimble, though he does know how to get from one place to another quickly. His pets are his friends, and only with them does he show any kind of honor or compassion. Fighter introduction: "Willam McFadden hales from... well, that section's blank... ~ahem~ Willam McFadden, the wandering nomad pokémon trainer enters the ring today for a chance to win... money. He's not after fame or a name, ladies and gentlemen, just the money. Having abandoned his home after a nuclear apocalypse, he's just trying to stay alive! So... here he is! Willammmmmmmm McFadden!" Describe your fighting style: pokémon trainer (summer) or thief/rogue if forced into physical combat; self-taught, defensive, similar to aikido Describe your weapons: throwing knives and a single dagger, and pokéballs Stats Strength: 5 Dexterity: 14 Constitution: 11 Intelligence: 19 Wisdom: 18 Charisma: 8 AbilitiesArmorTorso: 1 Armed Combat Melee weapon: 2 (dagger) Ranged weapon: 1 (throwing knives) Unarmed Combat Disarming: 2 Escaping grapples: 3 Blocking: 2 Dodging: 4 Magic Summoning magic: 15 (pokémon trainer) Aipom (5): chimp-like creature with a hand on the end of its tail, specializing in speed and physical strength Victreebell (4): gigantic pitcher plant creature with low defenses and high attack, using projectiles, vines, and powders; mobile, but not speedy Shuckle (3): large, noodle-like turtle with unbelievable defenses, sluggish speed and a complete lack of offensive capability Voltorb (3): pokéball-shaped creature with mild eletrical capabilities, high speed, low physical and magical defense, and the capacity to self-destruct (effectively a frag grenade)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:29 am
NlETZSCHE Writing Sample: Djorvic sat atop the wall of the huge Colosseum. He'd climbed the ornate structure to better map out the grounds. A leather bound journal lay open upon his lap, yellowed with age. It was far older than Djorvic, and was barely holding together. However, it did the job, and it did it well, and it had for years. It was patched by scraps of leather, here and there, which was made obvious by the sporadic stitches which stretched across the scraps of mismatched leather, splotched in blood and ink. A pen sat gracefully between his awkward fingers as he sketched down the layout of the Colosseum below him. He had been there for a good long hour, marking every entrance, exit and trap door he could find. The entire scene rested on the parchment as if ripped from reality and slapped onto the page. The only thing substandard from it, and a work of art, was the terrifying chicken scratch that was Djorvic's little notes to himself. His penmanship was nowhere near as graceful as the carefully drawn image of the Colosseum. It looked like two different people had taken a stab at each (one being far more successful than the other).
Finally, making his last note to himself, he stuffed the pen between the pages, and stole the journal away in a very small drawstring leather bag he carried over his shoulder. His bright eyes danced around toward the recruitment tables and a long wide smile etched itself onto his face. This was the perfect test to get him out of the pages of this terribly written tale. Or perhaps, it was a very well written tale, he couldn't tell the difference sometimes. All he knew, was that he had the feeling that he had to join this fight. Hell, if it didn't sound like the final chapter, he didn't know what did.
"And our hero!" he began, "knew, that the only way out, was to fight! The championship would be his! And thus, our hero would know the truth! He would..." He sighed, "WELL, I'll only know the conclusion to this riveting tale AFTER I join! Sounds good so far!" He gave another wild grin, and made his way down from the very top of the Colosseum wall.
He eventually was close enough to the bottom, that he dove off the ornate architecture into a barrel role, landing a couple of feet away from the recruitment tables. He stood up straight, pushed a loose piece of hair, that was almost the consistency of a dread-lock with a bead on the end, behind his ear, and walked up to the table. When asked to present the application, he seemed to stare for a long while at the Marshall. His teeth were grit, and his expression was terrified. However, he eventually took one big gulp, reached into the leather sack mentioned earlier, and ripped out the crumpled application. The ink was smeared all over the page, but it didn't matter. His writing was barely legible anyway.
The Marshall glanced from Djorvic to the application, eventually piling it atop the rest, and swatting him away. He let out a long sigh as he walked away, ripped out his journal from the sack and began to draw. "New specimen....New Specimen....Spotted me, didn't seem unfriendly...." He drew, not the Marshall everyone else had seen, but instead a rather horrifying scaly creature, with bloody gnarly teeth, and a hole where their torso should have been. "Will I even be able to defeat any of them?" He smiled, suddenly, baring all his teeth, "What a thrill it will be....to see them all fall...No more monsters...none at all." He let out a shrill laugh, one that shook his entire frame, and honestly sounded like it hurt his throat to produce.
Basics
Character Name: Djorvic R. Gregor
Gaia Username: NlETZSCHE
How often can you check/post to the event? Everyday
Looks: Djorvic is a rather short man at exactly 5'5" of the age 26. He's a very thin, very pale, almost sickly pale, Ginger, with the most unnatural dark circles around his eyes from either lack of sleep or sickness (or both.) His hair, as mentioned before is red, but very unkempt. There are colourful beads and other decorative pieces tied into his hair or in some cases his hair is tied around something decorative. He keeps it tied back, usually, in a very messy knot (a literal knot), as it is so long it nearly reaches the back of his knees when it's not. If it weren't for the tangles, split ends and mats, it might even go longer. However, it doesn't appear to have ever met a comb or a brush. He's got stunning Hazel eyes, which are probably the most spectacular thing about him, appearance wise.
Personality: He's not the most sane person in the entire world. He's convinced himself that if he wins and defeats all the monsters that they will all finally leave him alone. He believes he's trapped in another world, a fantasy world as from the pages of any book, to be exact, where he cannot die because he is the hero of the adventurous tale. He joined the battle because he thought it was the obvious thing for the protagonist to do. Despite the obvious mental issues, he's very intelligent. He is one of the best Chess and GO players in the world. He likes to read about war strategy, and has an uncanny grasp on human nature. He likes to profile other people, finding them "hysterical" and "predictable". Of course, he doesn't see them as other people, he often sees other people as monsters. Occasionally he meets other people he sees as human, and often believes they are destined to join him as the protagonist.
Fighter Introduction: Here we have the man with the plan! Our brave hero! Taking a break from power leveling, and here to bring the strategy, Djorvic R. Gregor!!!
Describe your fighting style: He prefers strategy over brute force. The poor kid really can't throw a punch to save his life, but he is a mighty fine archer. Close range can prove to be pretty dreadful, if you can make it that far. A fan of war, he's often prone to bombs and other such crazy tactics. He's a very avoidant fighter, as in he tries to avoid taking as much damage as possible. He doesn't care how long it takes, so long as he takes them out first.
Describe your weapons: He carries as a main weapon, his bow and arrow. He keeps an assortment of grenades strapped to him for all sorts of occasions. Smoke bombs, explosive bombs and even the occasional incendiary join his inventory. However, he's a big fan of using the environment around to gain an upper hand on his opponent. Close range is not so good, but that doesn't mean he doesn't carry a small short blade, barely touched, but still there if he needs it. His biggest weapon is his unpredictable movements as he sometimes seems to be all over the place, and not at all focused. The problem is catching him.
Stats
Scale of 0-20 with < 5 being dysfunctional and 20 being incredibly adept. The average is between 10 and 13. See Stats section below for more information. You have 75 points to put into the following:
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 18
Constitution: 7+1+1
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 16
Charisma: 8
Abilities
Scale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being complete mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following:
Armor: head: 2, torso: 2, legs: 2 arms: 2
Armed Combat: Grenades (explosive): 2+1+1 (Smoke): 2 (incendiary): 2+1 Short blade: 1 Bow and arrow: 5
Unarmed Combat: evasion: 4+1, acrobatics: 4+1 kicks: 1 punches: 1+1
Magic: All Magic: 0
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 8:31 am
You're short an ability point. Where should I put it? KillerWarrior13 Writing Sample: The booming voice had caught Kel-Zied's attention, though he simply decided to walk along as he normally would have in any situation. He didn't care much for the city life. However, it was "Brawler's Bash" that made him change his mind. A few brave sould had approached the table in order to sign themselves into a fight, and Zied was one of them. He limped over to the table and grabbed a piece of paper. He filled out his application and half threw it at the uglier man behind the table. "Battle calls my name, and I shall answer. Here is my form." Though he may have sounded like a dillusional, crumbling, old man, he had the look of a killer in his eye. Though he didn't smile, this was the most excited he'd been since slapping a town guard and taking off running when he was twelve. Basics Character Name: Kel-Zied Gaia Username: KillerWarrior13 How often can you check the forums? Once a day, or every other day. Looks: He certainly isn't pretty. Zied stands at a whopping 5'8" and weighs an unbearable 170 lbs. He's got short greying hair, though his eyes are still as vibrant blue as ever. He's got pale skin from lack of sunlight, and a small scar from above his left eye to just under his right eye. He wears a long black overcoat that goes down to his ankles and dons a long neck that flows up and outward about four inches. The rest of him is rather boring. He's got a beat-up white sleeveless tee and worn out, brown, leather pants. A leather gunbelt sports his waist with both holsters on the right side, and a shortsword on the other. Within the confines of his coat are three throwing daggers and a push dagger inside the right, and another push dagger with a small bag of dirt on the left. Personality: He's about as cheerful as an alligator with a bad toothache and about as fun as a ball of salted razor blades. He prefers the phrase "Shoot first, ask waiter: for another drink" Fighter Introduction: "He may not look like much, but rumor has it he can shoot the wart off a witch's nose a mile away! Give it up for Gunslinger and Witch Wart Remover.. Old Man KEL-ZIED!" Describe your fighting style: Experienced, Dirty. Swift hands, but slow leg work. Describe your weapons: Two six-shot revolvers, three throwing daggers, two push daggers, a longsword, and a small bag of dirt. Stats Strength: 11 Dexterity: 18 Constitution: 14 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom: 14 Charisma: 6 Abilities Armor: Leather Hat (1) Leather Coat (1) Leather Pants (1) Armed Combat:Gun (5) Throwing Daggers (5) Sword (3) Push Daggers (3) Unarmed Combat: Grappling (3) Blocking (2) Evasion (2) Dirty Tactics (3) Magic: "What's Magic?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 8:05 am
terminallyCapricious_TC Writing Sample: Hikaru was walking down the street in his all black cloak, when a man was yelling, well, more like booming, something about a tournament. Hikaru hasnt had a goodf ight in a long time, so he decided to enter. he walked up to the table, though a guy in front of him was blathering on about "Battling calls for him..." or something. Whatever. Hikaru wrote down his name and other information and handed it to the man behind the desk "this battle... is mine" he did not show his face at all. Character name: Hikaru Gaia Username:Street Fighter Hikaru (terminallyCapricious_TC) How often can you check/post to the event? Every night. Looks: relatively good looking. He has long white hair that goes over his shoulders. At the end of each point in his hair is fire red. He wears a black cloak with a hood always pulled up, keeping his face from showing, black pants, a black shirt, black gloves, and boots, black, of course. Did i forget to mention he's blind? all light type magic has no effect what so ever. He "sees" with his ears and the vibrations in the ground being amplified by his boots. if his left sleeve is torn, you will see that he has a fully functional metal arm and hand. he uses this arm for blocking pretty much anything, for it is made of the strongest metal on the planet. Personality: Keeps to himself, you'll usually see him leaning against a wall rather than talking to someone. Fighter Introduction: "Know body knows who he is, and no ones lived to tell us, heres Hikaru! the unknown assassin of the east!" Describe your fighting style: Quick and decisive, he likes to end battles quickly, but if a battle drags on too long, he gets angry and when he gets angry, he goes insane! anyways he is extremely fast, it is his highest stat after all. he will run around the enemy, causing a double team effect. this means there will be many of him but they are all illusions. as he does this, he cuts his enemies while running, slowly draining there strength. this move is physically impossible to out match or escape unless you possess speed equal to or surpassing his. While running around the enemy, he will usually cut at vital points and openings. Anywhere that skin may show. so be careful. Describe your weapons: He has a giant claymore on his back, but he doesn't use it much. instead, he uses two hidden blades in his wrists. if he were to remove the giant claymore from his back, his speed will increase to hights even Gods would respect. StatsStrength: 10 Dexterity: 20 Constitution: 13 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom 10 Charisma: 10 AbilitiesArmor: No armor. Armed Combat: claymore (5), hidden blades (5) Unarmed Combat: Evasiveness (5) power (5) Grappling(5) enhanced speed (5) Magic: none.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:55 am
MidnightFyre Writing Sample: A delicate figure of a man wering all black, with dirty blonde hair, staggered out the sea of bodies that had gathered in front of the registration area. Artemis Nove had arrived in the afternoon, just when the sun was brimming with heat, and the entrance area packed with muscle, sweat and indistinct chatter. “D-Damn it! Move it or else…” He looked and stared into the mass of fighters and competition that separated him from his once-in-a life time opportunity. “If I had known the crowd would be this thick, I would’ve arrived yesterday…” He let out a heavy sigh. The man was wearing black overalls; black camouflage t-shirt, cargo pants, and strangely enough , charcoal coloured sandals. The only outstanding feature that contrasted with his otherwise ellusive clothing, were his eyes. Because of his lanky appearance, not many would think that this man was, for a lack of a better term… dangerous. His eyes scanned the populace, analyzing each and everyone’s physique, and determining who was worth anything. This was standard procedure for any competition, but only a few seemed to realise the importance of knowing the enemy. Some characters didn’t even look the part of the fighter. “Well, at least it’s good to know there might be good matches… if anything, it’ll be interesting what this competition manages to haul.” He sighed once again, and scratched the back of his head rather annoyed. "How in the world am I supposed to register now.... tch." Basics Character Name: Artemis Nove Gaia Username: MidnightFyre How often can you check/post to the event? Once or twice a day : ) Looks: Artemis Nove has the appearance of a goofy, laxed traveller with boyish locks seemingly dancing eyes, and a mouth that when it opens, it won’t shut close. His hair is colored blonde, almost dirty blonde under the shade. He’s 19 years old, and though smaller than the avarage full grown man, his long legs make it seem like he’s towering down on ya. Lanky on the outside, Artemis hides a well built body that was grown on balance diet and exercise. It is athletic, border line skinny. Though his skin is almost better than most girls, his body hides a wonderland of scars and bruises he collected from ardous years of training. Personality: Artemis is quiet until spoken to, at which point he’ll take over the conversation and won’t stop blabbering. He’s very aloof to strangers, specially those with those lacking in peculiar hobbies that he doesn’t find interesting. He finds strange things quite normal, and versely, he finds things normal quite strange. His tendency to go against the flow is what gave birth to his pursuit in his preferred style of martial arts. Artemis picks his friends carefully, and has a witty disposition to throw extremely annoying and insulting come-backs whenever the mood gets to him. He’s very loyal and serious when it comes to the value of life and death. Off the battlefield, he can be quite the goof and the center of attention. Fighter Introduction: A quiet traveller with an unknown, dark past and a walking contradictory, people of Gaia, be amazed at the sight of the one who makes you look like a foo! Please give a great round of applause to the Golden Boy of the Century, Artemis Nova!! Describe your fighting style: Artemis Nove is a self-taught, hand-to hand martial artist whose basic moves emphasize on speed, accuracy, and above all, safety. Calculative with sly deviousness on the side, Artemis never makes the first strike, unless it’s 100% sure to incapacitate the opponent. He waits patiently, and then counters whenever an opening appears. His martial arts has a limited range where he can produce counters at the best of his ability, and the further the target gets from this range, it makes it harder to execute a counter. Magical: Artemis is an expert at manipulating his chi, which is similar to magic but comes from within a person's life force instead. Using this, Artemis can cancel out most magical spells, some harder than others. He can also extend his aura to manipulate things from afar, much like telekinesis. An extensive ability would be to cover his feet in a light aura that let's him walk on any kind of surface without influencing it and vice-versa. Describe your weapons: N/A Stats Scale of 0-20 with < 5 being dysfunctional and 20 being incredibly adept. The average is between 10 and 13. See Stats section below for more information. You have 75 points to put into the following: Strength: 15 Dexterity: 15 Constitution: 10 Intelligence: 12 +1Wisdom: 15 Charisma:8 Abilities Scale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being complete mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following:Armor: N/A Armed Combat: N/A Unarmed Combat: Counter (5), Disarming (5), Preassure Points (5). Magic: Magic Cancellation (5), Telekinesis (5), Wonder Step* (5), Shadow Clones (3). *Note: Wonder Step is a spell that lets Artemis walk on any kind of surface without being influenced by it. i.e Air, Walls, Water etc.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 6:58 am
FalconBlade7591 Writing Sample: "Ummm....Excuse me sir?"
The boy stepped up to the table with a small form in his hand it had been folded in half and sealed. He handed it over and bowed politely,"...I was told to deliver this to you! It was of the upmost importance that I handed it to you! I hope this message helps!" he said politelyThe man he was instructed to deliver was sitting at the Registration table. ...He had been tricked. The boy 's calm demeanor was washed away by fear, he turned pale and his blue eyes widened, almost at the edge of tears, "W-w-w-w-wait! That was a form?!" He thought frantically as he was about to speak up, He was here to cheer his friend on! He had no intention of fighting! He needed to make this known, to stop this from happening! He realized he had been tricked into entering his own form! He opened his mouth to ay something........But a hand reached out to squelch any words of objection. He was yanked back into the crowds before the person at the table could even look up. A grey haired man stood over him with a sinister smirk on his face,"...Keep it down kid!" he muttered, "I knew you wouldn't do it on your own...so....I helped you along...you see, the albino told me that this was a test to see your strength now! But I reasoned with her saying this wasn't your cup of tea...but she insisted. So, I figured I would just make it look like an accident! You want to make her proud though right?! She doesn't know I tricked you...but If I tell her you entered, she will be more than happy to hear it!" The man lied, the albino girl that he mentioned was not even aware that he took Kojiro and himself to this tournament. The man was a gunslinger of sorts...fighting like this was not his style...and after his run ins with all the magic users...some that had that oh so common "Dormant latent powers that made them berserk or become all powerful and what not" he could not afford tot take a chance, he dragged Kojiro along to hopefully trick him into entering the prize for him. With a small smile he finished explaining. The Man looked Kojiro in the eyes with a fake innocence,"...So...you up for it?"Kojiro simply nodded with a small sob. The man pushed Kojiro along to wait with the other competitors as he himself made his way to the Spectators seating...
"If that woman ever finds out what I have just done I am dogmeat..."BasicsCharacter Name:Kojiro Izayoi Gaia Username:Falconblade7591 How often can you check/post to the event? Once a day roughly... Looks:Kojiro stands at about....5'0 Sadly enough he rarely ever wears a smile but his features are calm most of the time if not the poor sap is probably crying somewhere. He has short, messy blue hair and blue eyes, his skin is pale and bears a few scars all over his body, he wears an eye-patch over his left eye and sports a long black coat most of the time, underneath is a white shirt and some long black pants...well....as long as his legs are anyway. This half pint usually sports boots as well....how the hell does he move around in this anyway. Personality:As in...what he is like? Well, simple. He is a crybaby, the only time you will ever find him happy is with his mother...who is missing, and his "brother"...who is...well....dead. Other than that he tends to give off this facade like he is a cold blooded killer. Which is almost a glaring insult to most...hunters like myself. Anyway. He is all smiles when he is around all things happy and nice, as well as those he cares about.Take that away forcefully though, and you are in for a world of hurt. Interestingly enough...if he is doubtful or questions his purpose in what he is doing...his powers can and may backfire! interesting right? Because the idiot cannot be more of a hazard! Right then, besides this exhausting list of traits and flaws, he is well aware of his ability, perhaps too aware of how dangerous it is. He will not fire back until he is fired upon. But even then he has that whole...sappy "I don't want to hurt anybody" concept stuck in his head. Easiest way to shake it off? hit the little sucker a couple times! At first he may not hit back....but keep slapping around! If you wanted a fight, you will definitely get one! Fighter Introduction: ...And now stepping into the ring is the Half-pint fighter that Winter left behind! Describe your fighting style:Kojiro's fighting style is dangerously accurate and fast. He is better with close to medium range combat but he will never amount to much if he can't take a hit. I say this because the frozen little halfpint is quick on his feet! He can dodge duck dive and dodge like no other! Close combat? He can bob and weave pretty well! As he gets on the offensive, he will use weapons made out of ice...several weapons! Sometimes he may improvise as well, keep on your toes...despite his frightened (and to some, disgustingly adorable) behavior, he is quite a fighter! Describe your weapons:You can expect nothing more than his hands and feet as the round starts, when he gets pushed to his limits, you will start seeing what he really has up his sleeves. However he has no real weapons on his person, since he relies alot on his powers for weapons, if you want specifics? I'd say keep an eye out for throwing knives. Keep pushing him and you could find anything from an anchor to a giant hammer! StatsStrength:10 Dexterity: 18 Constitution:14 Intelligence:10 Wisdom: 13 Charisma: 10 AbilitiesArmor: Long coat (2) Armed Combat: Knives(5) Medium Weapons (2) Heavy Weapons(1) Polearms(2) Unarmed Combat: Evasion(5) Leg Strikes(2) Arm/Hand strikes(3) Magic: Summon Ice (5?) Summon Leviathan (1) Summon Ice Golem (2)
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:00 am
Takamura Kobayashi Heavy boots thudded into the arena. The mans hood was up as he scanned the arena looking for the sign-up table. Spotting it not from seeing the actual table, but from the line that spawned from it. A gentle breeze caused the edge of his coat to flutter as he stood in the line. Once it was his turn to hand in his application he waved his hand in the air as a sheet of parchment appeared from nothingness an instant before he grabbed it and gave it a once over. Satisfied the figure set the paper on the table before sliding it across the surface to the man sitting behind it. Watching as the man took it the Figure crossed his arms and scowled as he watched the man across the table read his profile. BasicsCharacter Name: Takamura Kobayashi (Aka. Taki) Gaia Username: Takamura Kobayashi How often can you check/post to the event? Daily Looks: Taki Tattoos cover a face scarred by both time and battle. His cloak is tattered at the edges, discolored from use. Piercing blue eyes stare out from beneath the hood, the faint glow of facial tattoos stark against the black. He wears a leather jerkin under his cloak, padded pauldrons and leather bracers provide some protection to his arms, His clothing appears to allow for excellent freedom of movement, while offering some protection. Personality: Cold, Calculating, He doesn't give up, and doesn't socialize well. Fighter Introduction: "From realms unknown, he has traveled through time and space to be with us tonight. IT'S TAKI!!!!!" Describe your fighting style: Combination of illusion magic and hand to hand combat. Can use daggers and short swords to great effect. Describe your weapons: Daggers x2 Matching daggers with a slight curve to both the blade and handle. They appear well used, but every bit as dangerous as they day he bought them. They are usually wielded with the blades pointing down his forearms. StatsScale of 0-20 with < 5 being dysfunctional and 20 being incredibly adept. The average is between 10 and 13. See Stats section below for more information. You have 75 points to put into the following: Strength: 13 Dexterity: 11 Constitution: 15 Intelligence: 13 Wisdom: 13 +1Charisma: 10 AbilitiesScale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being complete mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following: Armor: Helmet (0), shield (0), Torso (3), Legs (0)) Armed Combat: Dagger/Knife (5) Unarmed Combat: Grappling (2) Kicks (4 +1) Punches (4 +1) Evasion (4 +1) Magic:. Create Illusion (Copy of Self) (5) Teleportation (3) With a nod the Figure took a step back and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Smiling to himself he took a seat in one of the chairs provided and waited for the reply, and the assignment of his first fight.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:36 am
sixii Writing Sample:"Peasant! Accept our most graciously given application at once!" The sharp, tremulous voice came from an unexpectedly bright source. A young man no older than twenty-five years stood before the Recruitment Table; he slammed down a blotted scroll of parchment - his form - before suddenly hitching his breath and recoiling, cradling his fingers in a ridiculously exaggerated manner. From five feet behind him stood two identically tall, suited men wearing dark sunglasses and white fabric gloves. Their backs were rigid and guarding an unnaturally large silver carriage, where a team of horses grazed along the dirt of nonexistent gumdrops. A sigh. "Today will be a long day," one of the suited butler commented without moving in the slightest. It seemed like an argument was breaking out at the front table. "Excuse me!? We are from the prodigious country of Candy Land!" came the warbling cries of the prince. The sun was almost set at this point. Prince Pansyloons began stomping both his feet and making a general fuss in front of the whole Colosseum. "Indeed," said the second butler. "Today will be a long day indeed." oOo Basics Character Name: Prince Loppiesille Pansyloons de Poppykins XIV of the Constitutional Monarchy of Candy Land Gaia Username: sixii How often can you check/post to the event? Every second... of every minute, every day. Looks: Pansyloons has fabulous shimmering locks of eye-scorching gold and he sparkles in the sunlight. In fact, he sparkles in pure darkness as well, although this may be partly attributed to his steady diet of radioactive sugar back in Candy Land. His clothing is so foo-foo and ridiculously expensive that there is no possible way to walk without dirtying it somehow if the prince actually walked. Personality: His name tells just about everything one might wish to know about him. It's Prince. Freaking. PANSYLOONS. Fighter Introduction: Who says royalty can't pack a punch? Coming all the way from the frosted Appalachians of Candy Land, please welcome - oh, dear. Er. Ahem. Please welcome Prince Loppiesille Pa... Pansyloons de Poppykins XIV! Describe your fighting style: Can this guy even fight? Probably not when push comes to shove, but he has strange ways of getting what he wants. Despite having the strength of a peacock feather and the ability to wilt like an old cheese, he has an army of royal-class butlers and bodyguards to fight for him. Years of ballroom dancing with Cinderella and the seven midgets has made him deft enough to run away at lightning speeds; also, rumor has it that no human has been able to look at his face directly without being struck with temporary blindness. Particularly susceptible individuals have been known to come down with an acute ailment of Sparkleukemia (related to the more common Bieber Fever, though this disease is much less damaging to the human psyche). Describe your weapons: 1. Royal Swishing Cape of Rainbow-Induced Diabetes. It doesn't do anything in particular, but it's worth a glut load of money. 2. Large Suitcase. It's filled with more money than the entire state of Texas. Oh, sorry, nevermind; it's too heavy for Prince Pansyloons to carry. Do continue. 3. Shining Stallion. This horse majestic horse does most of the prince's walking for him, and because of its high position, the royal servants spend at least four hours a day brushing his mane and scrubbing his hooves. 4. Butlers. Their numbers are virtually unlimited; their personalities, nonexistent. Stats Scale of 0-20 with < 5 being dysfunctional and 20 being incredibly adept. The average is between 10 and 13. See Stats section below for more information. You have 75 points to put into the following: Strength: 1 Dexterity: 18 Constitution: 5 Intelligence: 10 Wisdom: 5 Charisma: 20 +1 (>max) +1 (>max)Abilities Scale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being complete mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following: Armor: Royal Swishing Cape of Rainbow-Induced Diabetes (1) Belt of Crystal Sugar (1) Armed Combat: Cakepops (3)Unarmed Combat: Run Like The Wind (4) Ballroom Waltz (5) Macarena (1) Magic: Summon Butler(s) (5) Summon Horse (5) Sparkle (3) Summon White Flag (5) State of the Candy Land Address (3)
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:47 pm
Natasha _x- X -x_ Exotica Writing Sample: As the Colosseum came into view, a being of a different kind all together waltzed across the horizon casually in its direction. One that stood tall with black armor plating, and glowed brightly even in the daylight. She paused slightly when she finally came upon the large crowd of people, a chatty mix of audience members and other fighters, and perhaps people with a different agenda. Her last heavy footstep drew the attention of some, who looked to her, and then up to a pensive, and rather impatient expression. One of the few that looked to her presence, as she looked the crowd over, hesitantly asked if she was here to watch the tournament. When her gaze fell about the man who spoke up, her eyes narrowed. " I am here with the full intention to fight and win the grand prize." She replied, almost threateningly. " Now, if you would be so kind as to point me in the direction of the Applications Desk..." One of the others stepped up to her with the expression of a man who's looking to prove something, and crossed his arms. "We're all in line to get in, Girly. You'll just have to wait your turn..." The metallic being narrowed her eyes once more as this pompous fighter obviously tried to intimidate her. But It obviously didn't work. " I have no intention to wait for the likes of you. Step aside." Just like any other who thought they had nothing to lose, he did not yield to her, and instead drew his weapons. A mighty sword of good length, and a large revolver. She guessed it to be a fourty-five or fifty caliber. He held them threateningly towards her with the look of an enraged dog. "You'll be wise to show me respect, b***h!" She watched him for a moment, taking in his full image. Approximately half a foot shorter than her, an okay build, and dirty-looking for the exception of newly bought armor. This man can claim to be a warrior, but he would show little more skill or experience than a street rat. The sword was fresh from the manufacturer as well, not even a scratch to its reflective surface. And the gun? Well for her, it was laughable. A standard projectile weapon. It may as well be a pea shooter. This man obviously didn't belong in the arena. So, she felt gracious enough to do him a favor. She raised an arm slightly, and there was a swift wir of mechanics as her blade came out of her arm, taking the place of her hand. In quick succession, she'd made several swipes at him before there was a pause. The crowd around them began to mumble with worry and fear as they all stood back, expecting the man to fall to a bloody pile of hamburger. Instead, by this being's merciful grace, his sword fell into three pieces, his armor stripped apart at the seams, and the barrel of his gun completely fell off. The man who stood before her with all his pride, now shook in his boots. He watched the sword fold back into her arm, and then she raised the opposite to him. A long barrel rifle extending out like the blade had, stopping inches before his face. A rifle the man had neither seen, nor could have ever imagined before. He was about ready to wet himself, and couldn't find words if it was the only way to save himself. She then spoke once more. " Take me to the Applications Desk... and I'll let you live..." "R-r-right away, Ma-Ma'am!" He stuttered, and began to make his way through the crowd, everyone moving aside the moment they saw her weapon. After a short five minute walk, she let the man run back home, as she now stood before the desk. She reached to a pouch that was strapped around her waist and took it off, placing it on the table and removing her application from it carefully. The man rolled it out and read it over closely, before approving it with a stamp of acceptance. "Welcome to the competition Miss.... uhh, how do you pronounce your name?" he asked, never having seen a name like it before, and being thrown off by that fact alone. He needed to hear it to believe it, he thought to himself. " Vyra." She said simply. " Thank you for having me." She then continued on inside. She would have to be mindful of the staff, Vyra told herself. It would do her no good to have come all this way just to be disqualified. BasicsCharacter Name: Vyra Gaia Username: Natasha _x-X-x_ Exotica How often can you check/post to the event? Every day Looks: Vyra stands proudly at six feet and two inches tall. Her image is far from the norm, and probably far from this galaxy as well. A vast majority of her being is made of different kind of metals, including alloys of iron, tungsten, and various other ferrous and non-ferrous materials. Natural armor composed of carbon nano-fiber adorns much of her body, a dangerous combination with her metallic skin that makes even scratching her quite a chore. Vyra's skin emits a glow with tones of blue in color, showing through the few parts of her body that is not covered in her coal-black epidermal plating. Her legs are designed much differently from that of a normal being. Similar in structure to some animals' hind-legs, they consist of three segments, with the second segment being half as long as the other two. Her legs end in two sharp talons, one on each side of the foot. What one would think is her hair is actually four tendrils of the same carbon nano-fiber construction as her armor. They reach down to her mid-thigh in length, and Vyra can move these tendrils freely to block, grab, or even jab things. As a hidden ability of sorts, These tendrils can also straighten out and micro-vibrate to create sonic sound of varying wavelengths. It can reach powerful enough levels to disorient even the mightiest of beasts. However, she will have to troubleshoot the frequencies until she finds the perfect match for her foe. Upon her face, you will find that Vyra has three purple eyes with small, blue nodes close to the corner of each one, with a similar design on her abdomen. Her three eyes are of a special design that will allow her to see in any weather condition without her eyelids flinching to rain or sand. However, her eyes are a critical weak point. An accurate and powerful swing of a blade will pierce the eyes, making them useless to her until she has had time to heal. The nodes, however, are a sort of back up. Made of denser and more durable metals like her skin, these sensor nodes can collect readings of many things, from temperature and humidity, to smells and even low-powered electric fields. Even if blinded completely, she will still be hard to sneak up on. Her body is incredibly resistant to temperature for a moderate amount of time. With a little over a third of her body being composed of pure carbon, and the rest a metal alloy, she is also very hard to set ablaze. Vyra works best in sunlight, or well lit conditions, as she naturally harvests light energy and metabolizes it for her own personal use, be it for healing or fighting. Because of these factors, fire magic doesn't work well against her, and can even be counterproductive, as she will be able to leech energy from the crude source of light. Personality: Vyra is very blunt and bold, with the natural charisma of a cactus. There are not too many things she likes, and generally only displays stoic, annoyed, or angry emotions. She is by no means pampered or spoiled, incredibly girly or deceivingly manly, not even power-hungry. Assuming she is any of those will set her off, and holds a strong urge to kill those who are a cookie-cut stereotype, no matter where she is or the situation she's in. Fighter Introduction: People of the audience, Allow me to introduce a fighter who is out of this world! She's lean, she's mean, she's an all out battle machine! You better go big or go home with this do or die harbinger of death and destruction! Standing at six-foot-two and weighing in at nearly four-hundred pounds. Today's stone cold contender, Vyra!! Describe your fighting style: A hired hand of death, Vyra has honed her skills to be well rounded in all aspects. Vyra's most prominent skills are in swift hand-to-hand, with intermediate swords play and marksmanship. Without having any actual training in any field, other than pure experience, Vyra doesn't have a particular fighting style, just raw talent. This makes her moves hard to predict. Paired with a nasty, vindictive temper, she's earned herself the underground title of "Berserker". However, because she operates on talent and experience alone, she is no match to a true master. But it still takes a great amount of training to best her. Describe your weapons: Just as her armor is a part of her, so too are her sword and rifle a true extension of Vyra. Hidden in either arm, Vyra can deploy and retract a sword from her right hand, and a Laser Pulse rifle from her left. Both weapons are of the same base metal as her underlying skin, and fully encased in the same carbon nano-fiber plating as her armor. This makes her sword's edge among the top five sharpest ever known, and both weapons nigh indestructible. The Laser Pulse rifle is among the more advanced of magic weaponry. At the cost of moderate amounts of energy, and an incantation that cannot be interrupted, the Laser Pulse can summon a raw beam of energy, the power of the beam in relation to the energy given to the spell. This is typically a final move weapon, when her enemy is battered and beaten to a panting heap, or far enough away to snipe without notice. StatsStrength: 17 Dexterity: 14 Constitution: 15 Intelligence: 12 Wisdom: 13 +1+1Charisma: 4 AbilitiesArmor: Head - 4 Arms - 5 Torso - 4 Legs - 5 Armed Combat: Sword - 4 Unarmed Combat: Street-style Fighting - 4 Magic: Laser Pulse - 4 Laser Shot - 3 Accelerator - 3
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2012 7:48 pm
bungoosekey Writing Sample: The man who stepped up to the applicant's table was barely what could be called interesting. Not when compared to the others. There were no scales, no concealing clothing, not so much as a flash of unusually colored hair. His tossled hair was dark, and his eyes of a hue the color of melted chocolate. One could easily forget him if not for the smirk. It was small as far as smiles went and restrained in a way; almost as though he were holding back a secret joke. When it was combined with his casual slouch he obtained an air of confident arrogance. And it fit him perfectly. He stepped forward and broke the smirk long enough to blow a purple bubble. It popped with a loud snap as he reached up to pull off a sleek pair of headphones. He busied his other hand by sliding a single sheet of paper across the table towards the doggish brute of a man. There was a brief glint of reddish metal before he dragged his hand back in to shove back into a pocket. "Heard this is the place to be to meet the ladies." He didn't quite wait for a response or expect one as the man gave a glance over his shoulder. He'd been watching the table for a while now and the competition had been...interesting to say the least. Lee watched the crowds for a few moments before he snapped his face back forward with a boyish, slightly unnerving grin. "Everything in order then? I've got to piss like a racehorse. Seriously, I had four pints of this purple-blueish...something. Tasted kind of like raisins and lemons and sawdust. I wouldn't recommend it though you've got the look of someone who drinks nails and catpiss for breakfast." He trailed off at that to just smile a few moments more. Then he slapped a hand on the table with a curt nod. "Great. Glad we had this talk. Really should get that looked at by the way. Got a little something...right about here." He circled a gloved hand over the entirety of his own face. Then the man pushed away from the table to turn back into the crowds. The smirk began to slip back into place as he wandered off to find a perch to watch and wait. BasicsCharacter Name: Lee Wilkes Gaia Username: bungoosekey How often can you check/post to the event?: few times a day usually Looks: Lee would be astonishingly easy to forget for just his looks alone. His eyes and wavy hair are a dark, chocolatey shade of brown and he usually keeps the latter cropped just above his ears. His olive toned skin does nothing to make his features stand out, but he's outstanding at making overexagerrated expressions when he's up for it. He's tall and lean with wirey muscle that is easily lost in his choice of clothing. Normally he's seen in jeans and baggy t-shirts hidden under dark hoodies or jackets. Today he's opted for a plain dark blue hoodie over a light kevlar vest and a pair of dark blue jeans. A pair of beat up white and black sneakers and a sleek pair of black headphones make up the last of his wardrobe. Personality: To say Lee is a sadistic a*****e is probably only the half of it. It would be best to add in the words masochist, teasing, arrogant, manipulative, and easily bored. Wilkes likes to piss people off and has a penchant for doing it well. Fighter Introduction: Here he is. At 6 foot 2 inches and 185 pounds. The human punching bag, Lee Wilkes! Describe your fighting style: Lee was trained as a soldier in his homeworld although he was also put through a short stint in special training. He has a gun and is proficient in using it, but he much prefers to use his hands. He'll rarely strike first unless his target's guard is completely down and more often than not will let his enemies get a few hits in before striking back. Much like a cat, he'll hit and back off before he ever goes in for a real kill. But he's just as likely to wait for his target to come to him for a surprise or two. Describe your weapons: Lee loves to use his hands. He's a proficient brawler, but he's also got a secret weapon up his sleeve, or perhaps in his palms. He wields a pair of gloves that make use of bio-tech. By using the natural current that his body produces and any surrounding static in the air Lee can emit bursts of electricity. The attack requires touching the copper contact points on his fingertips to the disk sewn into the palm of his glove. Energy can be released in as little as a couple of seconds but generally the longer the contact, the greater the burst. The gloves typically use excess static in the surrounding first, but they always use at least some portion of natural body current. The result of this being physically draining after the first one or two uses or after a particularly powerful burst. When Lee is being conversative with his little toy he does resort to his sidearm for long distance attacks. When absolutely needed, he does also carry a combat knife. StatsStr 10 Dex 18 Con 16 Int 12 Wis 10 Cha 8 AbilitiesScale of 0-5 with 0 being completely inexperienced and 5 being complete mastery. You have 30 points to put into the following: Armor: Caerovan (a spider silk polymer stronger than Kevlar) vest (4) Armed Combat: combat knife (2), biotech electric gloves (5), sidearm (3) Unarmed Combat: evasion (5), close quarters combat (4), parkour (5), blocking (2) Magic: Nothing here
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 12:24 pm
Venom3001 Writing Sample: "Stand aside, peasants! JOHN THUNDER is here!" "Oh my god, not him again..." "Hey, I think I recognize you! Were you at the Salty Wench tavern last night?" "No, I, uh-" "Yeah you-" "Shhh! No, I wasn't." "No, you definitely were! You were-" "GO REGISTER FOR THE TOURNAMENT!" "Ah, yes, the tournament! That is why I'm here." John Thunder, Wizard-at-Large, took two long strides toward the table and began to crackle, the thrumming and snapping sounds of electricity filling the air as he began to ascend in his lightning sheath, scattering the "peasants" who were nearby who didn't want to receive collateral shocks. As he landed at the table, discharging the remainder of the flight-powering electricity into the ground, he was handed a sheaf of papers. "We'll need you to-" ZZZZZZZZZAP "There's your information!" John Thunder declared, blasting the papers with lightning as he took them. Ashes fell to the table and blew away in the wind. "We actually need you to write the information down," came the dry response. John Thunder's face fell. Basics Character Name: John Thunder Gaia Username: Venom3001 How often can you check/post to the event? All day, err' day. Looks: Tall, young-looking human with short gray hair. Wears a black robe with silver trim (beneath which is light, tight clothing. The robe is rigged to fall away if it gets caught on things). Fairly attractive, but has a general air of malevolence that can be unsettling and his narcissism shows in how he carries himself, repulsing anyone who harbors even the slightest delusion that he's a decent person. Personality: JOHN THUNDER, WIZARD AT LARGE, is a natural genius who could've been anything or done anything... and chose to become an undisputed master of all things LIIIIIIIIIGHTNING! He's a total jerk about this. For John Thunder, the words of the day are "irresponsible, selfish, rude, and arrogant, all day err' day." He's absolutely insufferable. Fighter Introduction: "JOHN THUNDER, the Wizard Wonder!-" *The crowd boos at this point* "-arrives to THUNDEROUS applause! This match should be ENLIGHTENING!" *The crowd boos more at each pun* Describe your fighting style: MADE WITH LIGHTNING! REAL LIGHTNING! Describe your weapons: Swords, by which I mean lightning that doesn't resemble swords at all. What we're saying is John Thunder does exactly what it sounds like. StatsStrength: 5 Dexterity: 14 Constitution: 14 Intelligence: 20 Wisdom: 20 Charisma: 2 AbilitiesArmor: No. Armed Combat: No. Unarmed Combat: Evasion 5, Acrobatics 5, Mobility 5 Magic:LIIIIIIIIIGHTNING (5) Lightning on Self (5) RIDE THE LIGHTNING (5) [Yes, it basically is just telekinesis with Lightning on Self added]
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2012 4:00 pm
Guard/Marshal Application:
Character Name: Jason Kharo
Player Username: Jason Kharo
How often can you check/post to the event? Every day
Looks: Wearing a black suit, black shades, slick black hair. Stands around 6'1 with a lean and muscled figure, well toned but at the same time, considerably handsome.
Personality: Doesn't take crap from any one. Will perform his job to the best of his ability. Is somewhat cold, clinical and logical. Rarely ever smiles.
Character Summary: Coming from a time in the future, Jason Kharo keeps himself to himself and never lets out why he is here or where he ever came from. He is a highly trained and expert operative, a match for any martial art master in hand to hand, and with 20/10 eyesight, his rounds are always on target.
RP Experience: 6 Years and multiple story development projects.
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