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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:45 pm
Arena This Roleplay will consist almost entirely of 1-on-1 battles. The setting is an underground fight club where people go to to fight against others just for the thrill and the challenge, and the money. The building is a decent sized complex with rooms that the fighters can rent out, a lounge, a restaurant, a locker room, the weapon shop, and the Arena. The Arena itself is 200 feet square with concrete walls on all sides. There are two doors, opposite each other. Both are heavy steel and have a colored border around them, red and blue respectively. The walls of the Arena are 30 feet high and a bulletproof glass dome, supported with polished steel beams, tops the Arena. Above the Arena are seats where high powered, and at least slightly criminal, citizens can observe the fights and place bets on the fighters. This is how the Arena is funded. Most of the fighters don't really care, so long as they still have their Arena. Every fighter that signs up to fight in the Arena gets a signing bonus of 1000 dollars, this initial contract states that each fighter engage in at least three fights before leaving the Arena. They can use this to rent out their rooms, eat at the restaurant, make wagers against their opponents, or to buy new weapons, and other equipment, from the Arena shop. The rules of the Arena are simple: 1. You cannot kill your opponent 2. You cannot fatally injure your opponent 3. Only one fight per night 4. Guns, blasters, etc. are not allowed. Simple projectile weapons such as Bow and arrows, throwing weapons, and possibly crossbows are alright. ((I may add to or alter these rules as we go on. If I do I will inform everyone.)) I may introduce some sort of rank system later on... Note: The rooms are 10x10 and include a twin bed, a nightstand/dresser, and a lamp. They cost $20 per night. The restaurant is more of a cafeteria and can provide you with some very simple meals that cost only $5, but are still filling and nutritious. Note: There is an automatic prize of $200 on each fight. Though betting amongst fighters for a chance at a greater prize is commonplace.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:51 pm
Rules Follow the Gaia TOS and the rules of The Haven. [x] Keep everything PG 13. [x] Always follow the Gaia TOS. [x] Respect everyone, and not just in this Roleplay, everyone. Do not flame, ever. [x] No spamming outside of the nonsense section please. [x] Follow your own senses. Don't do anything stupid. [x] Respect your threadmasters! If you aren't going to roleplay after applying, please notify your threadmasters so they may prepare in consequence... [x] Cursing is allowed, but don't go crazy with it. [x] Romance is welcomed, but no farther than that within the RP. [x] Please do your very best to stay literate. Unless your character has a strange accent of something. Misspelling words is understandable, but not all of the time. [x] We all suffer from writers block at one point or another. Do not let this stop you though. If you must post a one sentence post then so be it. Just do not make a habit of it. [x] Please at least check this thread every other day at the least. We want active members here. [x] Inform me/us when you will be gone please. [x] Out of Character, OOC, will be posted like such: ((Out of Character post example)). [x] I reserve the right to change these rules at any time.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:56 pm
Arena Fighters:
William Okami
Fights 0
Wins 0
Losses 0
Total $980
Won $0
Lost $0
Spent $20
Days in Arena 0
Jacob Blackbird
Fights 0
Wins 0
Losses 0
Total $1000
Won $0
Lost $0
Spent $0
Days in Arena 0
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 5:59 pm
Arena Members / Character Profiles PM all applications to me: Hanyouman. For this RP I will allow non-humans or mixed species (within reason)(alternate species would fall under Race in the application). Please use this form when submitting your applications:
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
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[b]Birth Date:[/b]
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[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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[b]-Height:[/b]
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[b]-Other Features:[/b]
[b]-Clothes:[/b]
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Hanyouman  William Okami Name: William Okami Age: 22 Gender: Male Birth Date: September 19 Sexual Preference: Straight Race: Human Appearance: Lean, swimmers build -Eye Colour: Faded Blue -Hair Colour: Black -Hair Style: Long and parted down the middle -Height: 5'9'' -Weight: 173 -Other Features: A burn scar around his left wrist -Clothes: A faded black denim jacket. There are three overlapping steel plates descending down his upper left arm bolted to the jacket. A plain black shirt is worn underneath the jacket. Faded black denim jeans with cargo pockets at the sides of the thighs. -Shoes: Worn black leather combat boots. -Gloves: Metal plated glove ending at center of forearm on right hand. Metal plated armguard ending in a matching gauntlet on the left arm (the jacket tucks underneath the armguard, loosely). -Other: A chain necklace with a stylized crescent on it. Social Standing: Neutral. Occupation: Fighter Hobbies: Chess, Reading, Cards, Training. Likes: People who think of him as a friend, The moon on a clear night. Dislikes: Irritating people. Strengths: High pressure situations, Thinking on his feet. Weaknesses: Dealing with irritating people. Personality: Easygoing unless he's frustrated or angry, in that case he becomes highly aggressive. History/Background: William was once part of a peacekeeping organization. He has taken a leave of absence in order to get in some training. This is why he has come to the Arena. He seeks strong opponents to test himself against. Whether he wins or loses a fight he always counts it as a victory if he learned something from the experience. *Misc: Weapon of Choice: A Katana with a stylized crescent engraved in the blade near the hilt. The sheath is polished black wood and the handle is wrapped in worn black leather strips. He wears a Kukri knife in a sheath at the back of his waist with the handle pointing to his left where he can easily draw it with his off hand. He also wields a very stylized broadsword in the shape of a wolfs head with a crescent shaped hilt. creed_master  Jacob Blackbird Name: Jacob Blackbird Age: 27 Gender: Male Birth Date: August 28th Sexual Preference: Straight Race: Human Appearance: Muscular, with an average build -Eye Color: Green -Hair Color: Dark Brown -Hair Style: buzzed -Height: 5'10" -Weight: 208lbs -Other Features:-Clothes: Wears a pair of black jeans whenever he is at the arena, this is accompanied by a black white t-shirt, unless he is fighting, then he is shirtless. -Shoes:Steel-toed boots. -Gloves: Chain-mail gloves that go over his wrist to where they are attached to steel bracers that wrap around his fore-arm, up until about his elbow. -Other: He only wears the gloves prior to a fight, and while fighting. Also he has a tribal dragon tattoo across the top of his back wrapped around the words, Memento MoriSocial Standing: Ex-marine(Staff Sergeant) Occupation: Fighter in the arena/Bartender Hobbies: Training, Drinking, Chess, etc. Likes: People, reading, chess, drinking, training, etc Dislikes: Politics, TV, etc. Strengths: Being well-trained in hand to hand combat, as well as practice against various types of weapons. Though he is fairly big, he is still quick, and certainly is agile making him a tough opponent. Weaknesses: The greater the distance between him and his opponent makes it more difficult to be effective with fighting as he doesn't use weapons other than his hands. Personality: Friendly, tough, not extremely talkative, but cool tempered and focused. History/Background: Jacob joined the Marines when he was eighteen, and left the Marines at the age of twenty-six. After several of his fellow Marines died due to that fact that they were unable to get the help they needed, when they were pinned down in a small city in southern Israel, during the civil war there. He was in effect a failure until he joined the Marines, barely graduating out of high school, and unable to get into college. When he got out he got a job as a bartender and was later one night found himself recruited by the arena, and has been fighting in bouts ever since. *Misc:Weapon of Choice: Hands, though he does own a katana, but he rarely uses it as he prefers using his hands.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 6:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 7:29 pm
William Okami entered his new room in the Arena complex. Apparently he was one of the first to join this underground fighting organization since his room was #013. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He fumbled in the dark for a moment until he found the lap that he had seen sitting on the bedside dresser. He turned it on and, able to see about the room again, went about unpacking his small bag.
It didn't take him long to unpack. Cleaning kits for his weapons and armor, a few books (mostly about combat and swordplay), and some spare clothes and rations. He checked his weapons. His kukri was in its sheath at the back of his waist. He removed it and checked for dings, dents, and rust. Finding none he returned it. He repeated this process with his katana and his wolfs-head broadsword. Satisfied with his weapons he took one of his books off the stack and left the room, locking the door behind him.
He arrived in the lounge minutes later and, finding it empty sat down in a well worn and comfortable looking armchair. He opened his book and began to read, while also waiting for another fighter to appear so he would have somebody to challenge.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:29 pm
Blackbird, as most people called him, was sitting in his quarters, room #007. He was meditating on a mat near the corner of his room, the air filled with noise which blasted into existence from the stereo he had near him. Some would say not the best situation for meditation, but he would say he was just getting ready to fight. The song Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed was shaking the walls with its power and Blackbird was consuming it, focusing his energy.
About an hour later after his custom soundtrack ended and the room fell silent, he stood up, shut the stereo off and grabbed a small black back wich he carried his gloves in, as well as a chess board and his knife, just in case he thought it useful, on the outside of it, was his katana, its hilt strapped to the rough cloth of the bag. Blackbrid then put his black steel-toed boots on and threw the bag of his shoulder, exiting the room, and making his way to the lobby.
Upon entering the lobby he couldn't help but smirk seeing the new face, obviously eager to get into the arena, almost analyzing the kids attire, kid is exactly what he would probably call him to, it was a habit of his for anyone younger than him to be labeled as kid, at least that is, until he learned there name. For now though he wouldn't approach him, instead he laid down on a couch, waiting for the kid to approach him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 4:58 pm
William glanced up from his book for a moment when a man of average height and muscular build and a buzzed head. He wore a T-shirt and jeans and a pair of mesh gauntlets on his hands. The man lay down on the couch and seemed to be not paying attention to anything in particular.
William assumed the man was looking for a fight, that was the purpose of this facility. He did not want to seem overeager, though, so he imply returned his attention to his book. If the man was really looking for a fight he would most likely eventually grow bored and challenge him.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:29 pm
Not hasty to the fight, but eager to be in it... Blackbird smirked, peering into the darkness of his mind as his eyes lay closed. Waiting, he was in no hurry to fight, he made enough at his other job where he wouldn't even need to fight, but it was a hobby of his, something he enjoyed.
Fifteen minutes had passed though it seemed like longer, and soon he drifted of into a light sleep, resting, but still very much aware, despite the slight snore that escaped him as he lay. Dreaming of the fight to come, though it certainly wasn't the future, but never-the-less a possibility.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 5:14 pm
William heard the mans snore and decided that his theory about the mans patience may not be entirely correct. He marked his spot in his book and closed it before standing and walking over to another chair closer to the couch that the man was laying on. He sat down in the chair and reopened his book.
"My name's William." He said while continuing to read.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 5:58 pm
Blackbird now startled from his sleep opened a seemingly sleepy eye and looked at the kid, “William eh? Ca’ me Blackbird.” He gave a slight grin and sat up offering one of his gloved hands to a likely opponent. Even if they weren’t opponents today it was only a matter of time whether it is, days, weeks, even months. “What brings yeh to the arena?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 2:19 pm
William set his book aside and clasped the mans metal wreathed hand and shook it firmly twice before releasing it again. He knew that at some point he would fight this man. He only hoped that they would merely be opponents, not enemies.
"I heard about this place by chance, I have been traveling for some time. I came because I believe that fighting in the arena will help me to hone my skills. Are there many other people here?" William asked.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 11:24 am
"It varies, people come and go often, so I usually pay little attention unless I'm being challenged." Blackbird sat up and cracked his neck. "Course if anyone would stay here like me, maybe they'd be worth getting to know." He gave a bit of a sigh and layed back against the back of the couch.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:20 pm
"Are you saying that you are the senior-most fighter here?" William asked. "Because if that's the case I think I may need to warm up with a few other opponents before I even begin to think about a fight with you. And here I was all ready to offer up a friendly challenge too."
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:22 pm
"Well I don't know about being the most senior fighter here, but I've been here a while. Besides I don't fight often, not like some of these people." Blackbird smiled, "If you want a friendly challenge, I'll do my best to keep up with ya."
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