Mini RP 1

[Geno]

Hey everyone! I figured that the RP forum was getting a bit boring lately, seeing as how finals take their tolls, but I invite EVERYONE in on this one... New, old, 1337, n3wbz... All are allowed in. This will be the first of many MiniRP's I setup. This one shall be a duelist RP. I will setup rules like this:

1. You are not invincible. Anything that hits you will hurt. Trust me.
2. You are not God. You don't have friggin' insane powers over fire, lightning, etc.
3. You can't deflect every attack. I don't care if you're Jackie Chan, he even gets hurt sometimes...
4. Don't whine if you get beaten.
5. Golden rule: Describe it all. I don't care if it's down to each knuckle popping, this may be a MiniRP, but it's good for developing skills.
6. LEARN! You can't learn enough, so here's one to learn in.

Basically, that covers about all of it. Now the other basics:

You are human. Nothing else. You are allowed one weapon, and a shield possibility. You can have arm shields, ie. a shield that buckles to your arm. They won't be as sturdy, nor as big as another shield, but they can still deflect and help. This way, people that duel weild a giant axe can still have a LITTLE defense. Also armors are plentiful. You can pick any kind of armor that we have developed to date. This means leather armor, gothic armor, archaic armor, etc. Don't overdo yourself. You can't hold a giant axe, a gothic plate, and a huge shield on your arm all at once. Be realistic. This is to test limits. Try and limit yourself.

All bios are to be started in this fasion:

Name: (Full isn't needed, but a name must be provided.)
Age: (Human age. Must be at least 18, and be good with this. If you're 21, you can take more of a burden than a 45 year old, but the 45 year old will have knowledge more than a 21 year old on fighting tactics, etc.)
Weapons: (Limits have been given)
Armor: (Limits have been given)
Bio//reason for this: (Reasons may or may not be limited to 'I want to see if I'm the best' or 'My friend died, and I feel as if I need some bloody revenge' or something of that nature. Please provide a good one, as it adds depth.
Characteristics: (Full description. From how your face looks, to how your armor glistens)
Fighting style: (If you use a sword, give more of an in depth style. Heavy hitter, quick strike, etc. If you fist-fight, then give a description on that. You know the basics, everyone...)

Finally, if you want help designing a character, feel free to PM me, and I will gladly help you.

As for the first challenge, my friend, OnyxDragonfly, who is new to these forums, has no posts, but she's a good RP'er from what I've been told. I will make my character, as will she. When you post your characters, be wary. You will be able to watch each and every fight. Oh, that reminds me...

All fights will be conducted in an open arena. It is in a circular pattern. Leaving the arena will end your match in a forfeit. Killing your opponent will declare the winner by default. You may give up, which ends the match in defeat for yourself. Finally, the arena is sturdy, and will not be destroyed. There may be scratch marks, but it won't be like 'I blow up half the stadium with a shockwave exploding from my axe' or something.. First off, no superhuman strength. Second off, it won't happen. Keep it good, and let's have fun!

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. My next post will be my character. I am going to wait until someone else posts, so that it doesn't merge as a double post... Please keep any character listings seperate from an actial post, as not to confuse anyone. Thanks!

*Add on*

Just letting you know... I'd like to have one battle at a time. If you'd like a match, post who you are, followed by who you'd like to challenge. If you were just in a match, you are unable to join the next round, as to let others have a match. After a few games, I might allow team battles. Please post who you'd like to fight, and I'll make a list of who's up next. As for now...

1. Geno vs. Onyxdragonfly.

Thanks! Sorry I forgot about that x.x

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[OnyxDragonfly]

^^ Wee... Hehe.. *makes a charry*

Name: Karokann (Karo)
Age: 20
Weapons: Punching dagger (Katar)
Armor: Light leather with upturned spikes on shoulders and flank to avoid blows that would cripple hand to hand ability, spikes offer no offensive capablity but are used to defend against attacks on the flank and neck. Wrists are open to provide weapon finesse. Simple leather boots and pants so as to minimize the effect of light blows and not hinder manuverability.
Bio//reason for this: From the age of six Karokann has studied the martial arts, though until recently she has preferred to stand on the sidelines and watch. Dragged into a dangerous tournament by a longtime friend who then left her there alone, the young combatant is nervous. She is often seen sulking in a corner, plotting some form of revenge against the friend that got her caught up in this.
Characteristics: 5'2" tall, perhaps 120 pounds. Karokann has a minor build of muscles, though nothing that would suggest her lifetime of training. Her short black hair is pulled back with a rolled bandana. She is constantly tugging at her armor (described above) as if uncomfortable with it, her punching daggers - eight inch long tapered blades - in loose loops of leather at her side. She sports no battle scars and seems inexperienced.
Fighting style: Karokann is all about agility. To dodge a blow is better than to endure it, she often says. Her dual punching daggers allow her to quickly parry a light blow and get in a counter of her own, while also allowing her to move swiftly while not being encumbered by longer blades and armors. Her blows target vulnerable regions such as hamstrings or joints in the arm; when these areas are well protected she aims for eyes and hands, attempting to disarm or confuse the opponent.

[CODEZERO]

Name: Kage
Age: 22
Weapons: reverse blade katana
Armor:light padded armor light sandals
Bio//reason for this: all my parent/relative were killed by a mad man and then a strange man appeared how this mad man was about to kill me then the strange killed the mad man and taught me the old style of sword fighting the hiten no kage mitserugi ryu
Characteristics: peircing dark cold eyes with dark blue padded armor covering all his body other than his eyes making him very light and very fast and light sandals for his feet he aim for all 9 vital spot leaving an opponent disabled for an amount of time

[Geno]

Character bio:

Name: Exlar Kense (EX - lar ; KEN - see)
Age: 25
Weapon: Lance. About 7 foot. Sturdy enough to vault with.
Armor: Light chain. Enough for manuverability in air when vaulting with a lance, but good enough protection, so that if a sword clips it, it will shun it off.
Bio: Exlar was about 20 years old when his father, a famous lancer from his village passed away. Invaders decided to take the chance, and invade, trying to steal things, and turn the town inside out. He knew the ways of the lance decently, but needed to learn more. For the past five years, he's been practicing, and knowing of a contest, he decided to join up. He feels this will help him complete his skill and trainning. After developing a new style, known as the 'Vaulter' with his lance, he's a bit cocky, but knowing that even the bravest warriors have a hard time, he knows anything can happen.
Description: Starting from the top down, you really notice his long, flowing brown hair. It seems as if he hadn't cut it in nearly five or so years. Continuing down, his pale white colored skin jumps out at you. His deep, brown eyes pierce even the lighthearted, knowing that something is disturbed from deep inside. He has a very strong upper build, continuing down. His muscles aren't bulging, but they are there. You notice his large upper arm muscles, though, very well. He has worked on them for years, and he can easily lift himself up on his lance with one hand, let alone leap through the air with using both. His chest isn't shown through his chain mail, but there is no large belly. He seems skinny, but looks can be decieving. Further down, his legs are large. He has strong leg muscles, just under the bottom of his chain mail that drapes. From where the last chain glistens down, you would think that those legs could destroy a house, but even after all his training, he can't do much better with them than a regular man could. They just seem to be heavy hitting. Finally, he wears light boots. They are enough to protect him from the elements, but nothing to destroy. More or less, to get grip on the ground and help him land better.

Common phrase: "May the good fight be fought, but may the worst one die, and even though they are evil, may they die honorably."

[Whiteknight]

Name: Dimitri
Age: 32
Weapons: Dual Kris blades (http://www.balisongcollector.com/kris.html), held in each hand, extending over the tips of the fingers. Kris blades are extremely deadly, he curved blades do not allow it to stop if it hits an obsticle, such as bone. It will continue to slide inwards, causing more damage. The blade also gives a larger wound area without sacrificing lightness.
Armor: Dimitri wears mythril chainmail underneath a light brown, leather jacket. A small, round buckler is attached to Dimitri's arm as the kris blades take up his hands.
Bio//reason for this: Dimitri has grown bored of practicing on fake targets and mock battles. He dreams of glory and has decided to test his skill against live enemies, in a to the death battle.
Characteristics: Later
Fighting style: Later

(OOC: I've procrastinated for way too long, I have to go study. I'll finish up my char later, including more detailed armour and bio.)

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann stepped out onto the field, glancing around with nervous eyes. She shouldn't be here, she was still just a novice.. at least in her mind she was. Her fingers curled around the bridges of her katar as she drew them, giving the effect of a very sharp eight-inch extention on her knuckles. With her luck, she knew, she'd be fighting someone well armored and would have to improvise.. something she wasn't skilled in. She slipped one foot behind the other, taking a stance slightly wider than her shoulders, her front knee bent. Distractedly she pushed a lock of hair from her face and positioned her fists defensively, elbows resting on the spikes attached to her leather armor. The Katar blades crossed in front of her face as she swallowed hard and waited for her opponent.

[CODEZERO]

let see a fighting demo http://www.historicalweapons.com/japaneseswords.html here my blade other than it not reversed

watches Karokann from a long distance and notices there will be a battle soon but kage will not attempt to atk

[Geno]

Karokann stepped out onto the field, glancing around with nervous eyes. She shouldn't be here, she was still just a novice.. at least in her mind she was. Her fingers curled around the bridges of her katar as she drew them, giving the effect of a very sharp eight-inch extention on her knuckles. With her luck, she knew, she'd be fighting someone well armored and would have to improvise.. something she wasn't skilled in. She slipped one foot behind the other, taking a stance slightly wider than her shoulders, her front knee bent. Distractedly she pushed a lock of hair from her face and positioned her fists defensively, elbows resting on the spikes attached to her leather armor. The Katar blades crossed in front of her face as she swallowed hard and waited for her opponent.

Exlar steps into the arena, and looks around, spotting a young woman. He realizes this must be his first opponent. Sizing her up right away, he notices her blade.

"That's a nice blade. I wish you luck. I won't go easy on you because you are a woman, but if you want me to lighten up, feel free to ask. I pity those that aren't prepared. Do not fear death. Accept. it."

Exlar pulls his lance from behind him, and stabs it in front of him.

"I wish you a good fight. EN GARDE!"

He takes off in a sprint, and about twenty five feet away, he stabs to the ground, digging in, and launching himself into the air, poised for an early strike

(OOC: Hope you're ready, Sissy. First RP here. Ready to run with the big dogs?

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann's eyes followed him up, her eyes wide and panicked. She slipped backwards, waiting for the man to land, then she dropped and swung out one leg, seeking his ankles and to catch him off balance. One Katar dug into the ground, adding added support so she couldn't be knocked over in response.

[Geno]

Exlar is amazed at what she does. Not backing off like he expected, he is unprepared. She catches him on the ankles, making him fall. Although he hits the ground, he rolls out of it, Using the Lance for support on either side. With it's edges out, if she tries to spin around or strike it will glance off. He rolls up and out, and digs in again, shoving himself in a flip over the lance, finally landing a good fifteen or so feet away from the woman.

Impressive. You react differently than anticipated. This will be fun.

Exlar then takes off in a sprint, but this time with a new plan in mind...

(Assume when you post, I'm about ten feet from you when you begin your post. Just giving estimate distance.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

She shoved herself up, charging him as well. She kept her head low and hunched, expecting a blow to the head. As she neared, she leaped and skidded, sliding on the ground not unlike a modern day baseball player, seeking to get inside the guard of the lance and slicing up at his knees with her Katar.

[Geno]

Exlar, expecting similar movements, stops, sliding as well, but on his feet. He holds the lance forward, expecting to at least knock the Katar back, enough at least to get a grip on her, and get a throw in. He hopes for the best, and begins his slide. In the slide, he lunges the Lance forward. Near inches from her Katar, he realizes something's wrong... He then jumps high above her, thinking a new plan. Leaping above her, he tries to do a drop stab. He miscalculates, and drops the spear just in front of her, totally missing...

(OOC: Ok... So my char sucks at that... Hmm.. Maybe he should have practiced at the math on that one o.O

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann blinked, stepping up and dusting herself off as she waited for him to recover his lance.

"I don't fight an unarmed opponent, though I may be inexperianced... you don't fight many people hand to hand, do you?"

She adjusted the Katar on her knuckles, stepping away to give about 20 feet between the two of them.

[Geno]

Exlar is stunned

"At least you are kind enough to let me be prepared. For this, I admire you. I feel as though I shan't miss next time."

Exlar starts a small step, then gradulally gets into a dead beat sprint, grabbing his lance on the way, and jumping a little in the air, spins it, and then throws it, but contrarty to what he usually does, he throws it, and then CHASES it. He will either hit her with the lance, or have her dodge it. Maye block it. Following that, he fully expects to land a few punches, knocking her off balance, getting a few hits in.

(Heh... Plan may be revealed... But what do YOU do?

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann stepped aside to dodge it, a smile on her face. She dropped the Katar in her right hand, then grasped at the spear.. it slipped through her hand until the friction finally stopped it and she caught it maybe two feet from the end. She then thrust the blunt end back at him and his gullet, the other hand ready to make the fatal blow with the Katar.

[Geno]

Caught on one end, and knowing a fatal blow imminent, he thinks fast...

"*Cough* Nice... Grr... One..."

He then feels it gets shoved into his stomach, with a wincing pain. He feels the pain, but has an idea. He spins quickly around the shaft, dropping to the bottom of the lance, and then flings a leg out, kicking her in the shins, and knocking her to her knees. Once he is let free, he rolls away with the spear straight out, as to get away quickly... And to recover...

(Boo freaking ja!

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

She stood, stumbling backwards and favoring the kicked shin. The leather had absorbed the majority of the blow, providing a decent amount of coushin, but she'd be bruised there later. She stretched slightly, gentle pops slipping up her back as she resumed her defensive stance, watching her opponent and no longer appearing nervous.

[Geno]

Exlar takes a few deep breaths, hurt in the stomach... He tries to regain full sight, as his sight is blurred a bit... He feels his stomach, and thinks there is a little bleeding, but he tries not to think about it... That was one hard hit, and it will hurt more later...

"Careful there... The doggy... May be hurt... But he does bite... Expecially when... You kick him whie... He's down..."

Panting in between each few words, he finally regains his breath after about thirty seconds. He knows she wants the break too, as her leg is weak...

"Let's try this a different way..."

He then starts stepping forward. Not trying to run. Nearly ten feet away, he stops. He then nods to her.

"Your move, m'lady."

He counts on her to make the next move, as the offensive is not helping him.

[OnyxDragonfly]

Just then she charged toward him. She seemed to trip as she did so and jammed the dagger in the ground, changing her horizontal momentum into vertical momentum. Her arm seemed strained as she did so, and one of the bridges on her Katar looked about ready to break, but she flew at him horizontally with one leg extended.

(OOC: Judo Kick! ^^ Hehe.. *is planning on losing.. my char is a novice after all!*)

[Geno]

Hmmm... Is that a natural technique, or just a slip? No matter. Exlar knows what to do now.

"Haha... Into a trap you fall!"

He takes his lance, and instead of thrusting, he extends it straight in either direction, and catching her foot on it, he flips her up into the air. He sends her high, and then she stalls, and falls down... No matter what she does, extend or not, he will surely land a flat blow, bringing her to the ground, and hopefully knocking her out, if well-placed...

(OOC: Dum dum dum... You're going to get hit... No way out of that... Well, there might be a way to not get hurt as bad, but I'm GOING to hit you...

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

She yelped, flailing and twisting in the air. She saw her opportunity.. she could at least do some damage before she was knocked out! She wrenched off her other Katar and threw it, aiming for his thrusting hand. She then bent her knees and braced herself for the landing, all ready feeling the pain in her hurt leg.

[Geno]

Although he knew he was going to get hit with the Katar, he slid to the side, to find it sticking out of his leg... He winces in pain, but doesn't miss his opprotunity. Although the strike is weaker, now that he's in pain, he lands a crushing blow (Diablo 2 reference? Wow...) on her. He doesn't know where, but does notice the blow hit, and then hears a very pleasing 'THWACK' onto the ground, just feet away. He opens his eyes, just slightly, to see a body skidding across the ground. Although he doesn't know what extent she's hurt, he just knows that she's not getting up for a few seconds, giving him time enough to remove the STUPID KATAR IN HIS LEG x.x

"DEAR GOD THIS HURTS... *As he slowly pulls it out* GOD... ER... YEEEEA....."

He manages to pull it out. He then takes it, turns around, and throws it as far as he can, away from the fight. It doesn't go out of the arena, but it stops near the edge, about thirty feet from him...

(STUPID... FREAKING... SHARP OBJECT...

~Larry "OUCH Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann was up on her feet in a matter of seconds. And then she was staggering. And then she was down. And then she was up again. The blow had landed, fortunately for her, on one of her shoulder spikes. Unfortunately, it was the reason she went skidding.. and her ears rang. Her leg also throbbed painfully, and she wouldn't be surprised if she'd fractured it this time. As her opponent pulled the katar from his leg, Karokann staggered around dazed, trying to stop seeing doubles of everything.

[Geno]

Amazed at the young woman getting up, he feels flattered that she still stands.

"You still persist to fight. With an injury to your leg, you skid across the ground, you probably are bleeding somewhere... Most likely are a bit out of it now... And you still fight... Amazing. I have not fought an opponent like you in some time. I just hope you know what you are doing. I offer to you to retire now, and save yourself more anguish... And if you...

Exlar winces in pain

"GREEEEAAAAA... Ugh... Stupid wound you gave me... We are both in no condition to fight... Who's giving up first? I still have a little more left... How about you? We are both injured to near pointless fighting. Shall we continue, or *He winces again* YEEEEAA.... Sorry... URG.... Shall we continue, or will you give up?"

[OnyxDragonfly]

"I'll take all three of you on!" Karokann shouted in means of a challenge, attempting her defensive stance bare handed... but her eyes were glazed. She shook her head and rubbed her temples.

"I hate to admit that I am a novice to the tournament.. but I am indeed.. though even I know when I'm beat... but that isn't now! If you still have fight in you, sir, I suggest you use it to remove yourself from the ring while you retain use of at least one of your limbs."

[Geno]

"Lucky for you, you don't have your weapon. That's the only reason I don't continue. As you did for me, I do for you."

He turns and chucks his lance as far away as possible, landing maybe a few feet from the katar. He then turns back to the woman.

"You may be dazed, and you may have no weapon, but you have your spirit. Remember that. It may be all you need to fight."

As he grimaces in pain, he tries to stagger forward. In extreme pain, he begins walking towards her. As he nears her he winds up, and swings a punch at her, right towards the stomach.

(OOC: Now... Which one's swinging at you? :p

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

She didn't try to counter, but she did turn, presenting her flank spikes to his hand. It was his choice wether he continued the swing or not, but her spikes didn't need to know which of him was swinging at her. Her vision continued to clear as he swung...

[Geno]

Too late to pull back, his hand glazes the spike, searing through the side of his hand, bleeding all the way down. The blow lands, knocking her back, but tearing his hand up is the price to pay. Now without his right arm, he's nearly worthless.

"EEEEEEEEEEYEEEEAAAAAA!"

The scream sounded for miles. It echoed throughout the arena. Birds that were flying overhead (Yes, open arena... Sorry about that missed detail x.x) suddenly turned after hearing the scream.

"IEEE... I cannot continue... I'm... Too badly injured... OWW... I retire..."

He turns around and begins to walk away, but he then turns around, holding his hand which bleeds beyond belief...

"Excellent match, young one. You may be a novice, but you learn fast. Even though we are both fatally wounded somewhere, just remember... Keep your spirit high. There isn't anything you can't do."

Exlar walks towards the weapons, picks them up, limping all the way, and returns to the woman, and extends her Katar, and his spear.

"I am not worthy. Five years of practice, and I have been bested. You may take my weapon, as it may do you better good than it has done me. It was owned by my FATHER... He was *He tries to hold back the pain as he speaks. Both emotional pain, and physical pain* EEEERR... He was a great fighter.... Take my advice, and learn. With your heart in the right place *He flinches again* AGH... in the right place, you can do anything. Take care, as I take my leave."

(OOC: Winner of round one: Karokann vs Exlar

~Larry "Defeated Geno" Meyers)

[OnyxDragonfly]

"Good sir, keep your spear.." Karokann smiled gently, ignoring a broken rib and bruised leg. "I don't deserve a prize from a fight won by chance. Keep your own spirits high and better yourself, so that we may fight again one day and you will be the victor."

Suspicious, however, she did not yet exit the arena, knowing this was automatic disqualifiaction.

[Geno]

He takes his spear, and nods.

"You are an honorable lady. I hope that you follow your own path. If you ever need a companion, I'd be glad to travel with you."

He then walks by her, and steps outside the arena, disappearing into the stands to watch the next fights continue on. He then turns and yells to the lady...

"There is a seat here next to me. Feel free to watch with me, as we tend to our wounds![/i]

(OOC: Good fight, Sissy. By the way, if you guys didn't know, that was her first RP here, which her post count says, but she's RP'ed many times before. She said her style is a bit different, but for me seeing it for the first time, I quite like it. I just have to say welcome to WB, and good first fight!

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. <3 Sissy ;))

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann hobbled out of the arena, flopping into a seat next to Exlar and rolling up her pants leg, revealing it to be largely swollen and likely broken. She made a face at it and fumbled for a medical kit kept nearby.


(OOC: Thankie Lar lar! ^^)

[Geno]

(OOC: That's round one. Neither of us can fight next round. Anyone willing to create a character and challenge someone else, feel free. If you don't know how to fight, take notice of how we did our fight. We posted back and forth, not controlling each other too much, but to a point. *Cheers* to a good fight, and here's to another few. And for your information, WK and I's RP will come out soon. Remeber, don't have more than one fight in the arena at once. Have fun with it. I won't be here all day tomorrow, since I work a double at lunch, so just be good. WK knows how this RP is run, as does Sissy (OnyxDragonfly, for those of you that don't catch on quick... o.O You know who you are...). I leave those two in charge of this until my return. Remember, if it dies, so be it. I know it to die soon, but have fun while it lasts ;)

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[Whiteknight]

(OOC: *Claps hands*

Bravo!

Welcome to the forums, ODF (or Sissy, whichever you prefer). Have a drink and stay awhile. :beer: (Just my routine of welcoming new members. ^_^)

Sissy, I see you are a great writer, and it is encouraging to see new, powerful writers join the likes of Warboards. Geno has informed me that you have only chat RPed before, and Forum RPing is somewhat different than that. With Forum RPs, posts are usually longer and more detailed, as you are not having to be rushed to post. I'm pretty sure you will make the transition to long, well written posts beautifully, as you seemed to include much description even in your shorter posts.

All in all, you are a great writer and welcome. I hope you stay and join some RPs. ^_^)

[CODEZERO]

well ill try but to warm the opponent im going to use my secret tecnique in this battle the Ama Kakeru Ryu-No Hirameki

[Vhaeraun]

Name: Chan
Age: 28
Weapons: Dual katanas: one reverse blade, the other normal
Armor: Light leather
Bio//reason for this: Lived in Japan his entire life, Chan grew up around dojos. Chan's father was an experienced Samurai, so Chan grew up & knew the basics for sword fighting before the age of 14. When he was 14, he was inducted into the dojo for swordfighting, where he perfected the art of Dual katanas. He had a pair specially made so he could use a move that he created, the Scissor slice. He holds the reverse blade in his left hand, & the original in his right, & he slices inward with both of his blade, creating two wounds in different places. Then Chan entered himself into the Dojo for the Martial arts, so he could be deadly with or without his katanas.
Characteristics: Face hardened for seeing years of battle, dark eyes, shows no emotion.
Fighting style:

Armed: Strikes with speed & agility, doesn't sacrifice strength with his attacks, Aims for critical points on the opponent to disable them, then kill.
Unarmed: Aims for pressure points to render his opponent unconsious.

[Ole-The-Murder]

Time for...the RP-Veteran to dish some damage! And get damaged, too, tee-hee! :p

Name: OleMurder
Age: 18 years young.
Weapons: Pikestaff, Spiked Shuriken, Red-Flagged Katana, Unarmed
Armor: Leather Armor
Bio/Reason for this: I felt the world needed a touch of my bizzare justice.
Characteristics: About 1,78 cm high, bruised up hair and a black sun-hat with unknown red inscription on it, Somewhat pale white skin with marks of blood almost everywhere, black eyes, brown hair, dressed in a darkgreen hooded jacket (often open) with a black shirt underneath, and under there, hidden lightweight metal armor. Darkgreen baggy pants, claw-FORMED hands (Not with claws, just formed like claws) black cube-formed shoes, a little bit worn out of constant wandering..
Fighting style: Sneaky, joker-like. OleMurder moves in a way who conceals his vulnerable parts of the body, and likes to strike by suprise and, if forced to confront someone directly, will rage to make them fear him. Perhaps not the best aim, but are very flexible and somewhat endurant in battle, relying only on himself. Hits people on dirty places, but fights with honor and if caught on defence, will assume better position than the attacker.

Common Phrase: Everything happens for a reason, and what happens - Happens.
;)

[Ender]

I got a question though: How are we going to decide when someone else "wins," because yours was kind of a draw. I admit, I didn't read all of it.

Kudos to ODF! I, Ender, Welcome you to Warboards!

I got a question though: How are we going to decide when someone else "wins," because yours was kind of a draw. I admit, I didn't read all of it.

Kudos to ODF! I, Ender, Welcome you to Warboards!

My characters Fighting Style and Bio have been mixed together. Sorry, but that is the way it came out, and it works better this way.

Name: Brett Hawkins
Age: 47
Weapons: Longsword, hand-to-hand
Armor: Shining Plate mail , no helment but instead a silver circlet, with black cape, attached to his armor in the front by two silver plates and a chain (Think the War3 cinematics of Arthas, except without all the skulls and shit. Replace the skulls with dragonheads or something, he isn't evil)
Bio/Fighting Style: Hawkins has been a warrior his entire life. His parents were both blade masters. He learned from them, starting with light sticks at the age of 4. His father tended toward powerful, sweeping blows, while his mother used much quicker, precise attacks. Taking both their styles he blended them together, and by the age of 18 he had surpassed both his parents, two of the best in the world. By 20 he could defeat them both at once. When he could learn no more, he fought in a few tournaments, and by 27, he had won repeated championships, with quite a few cash prizes. Using that money, he retired and began to travel the world. However, young hotshots kept coming after him, wanting to challenge the great champion. After 20 years he got tired of this, and came out of retirement to give everyone a chance one more. Yes, he is slowing down a bit in his old age, but his natural talent, tried-and-true tatics, superior training, and experience make up for the slight loss to speed. His style varies, but in this tournament he will tend to stronger, but slower attacks to accomdate his increasing age.
Characteristics: Think Vin Diesel body type, but with shoulder length salt-and-pepper hair and short goatee. His face is tanned, and a scar runs down his left cheek. Many find it quite dashing. He is a very kind person, always generous, and always respectful. Popular with the ladies, even young ones, he is always smiling. However, when he fights, his normally cheerladen and infectious, charming smile becomes colder and predatory. His piercing blue eyes give away nothing, and often freak his opponents out a little.

[Vhaeraun]

Chan walks onto the arena grounds & waits for a challenger.

While he's waiting, he draws his katanas, & starts a bit of practice, putting his katanas thrugh all ranges of motions, aweing everyone present.

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder enters the arena grounds to the east, and walks gradially into the open room, prepared for any assualts from any directions..

While he's waiting, OleMurder draws his Pikestaff, and does a shadowdance just for practice (A shadow dance is a vicious frontal sneak-attack) when Ole freezes, and notices another practicant in the arena. The whom he spots, is the infamous Chan! OleMurder brazes himself for combat, with fire in the eye, freezed in his defencial position.

[Vhaeraun]

Chan is still practicing, when the announcer yells, "AND NOW............. FOR OUR NEXT MATCH............. ALL THE WAY FROM JAPAN............ HERE'S CHAN," the crowd burst into cheers, "VERSUS THE CONTENDER....... OLEMURDER!!!!!!!!" the crowd bursts into cheers again.

Chan takes a chance to look around him, & sees OleMurder standing a scant 20 feet away.

Chan says, "Welcome. I wish you good luck, because you will need it."

With that said, Chan launches himself at OleMurder, hoping to catch his opponent off gaurd & end this quickly.

[Ole-The-Murder]

However, as there is known, OleMurder is known for cautious movement to protect vulnerable spots, Ole is quite ready and is not taken off guard when OleMurder rises his pikestaff, and knocks off his opponent Chens' foolish rage. Chen falls back violently, and the crowd cheers. OleMurder twirls victoriously with the red-flagged katana, and then braces himself yet again, into defensial position.

[Vhaeraun]

Chan falls to the ground, but he sticks his katanas into the ground & flips back to his feet.

"Very nice move, I must learn it," Chan calmly replies, "Alright then, lets play defensively."

Chan puts his katanas into a deadly spin, which wraps around his body, then Chan starts spinning, turning himself into a weapon.

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder, seeing beyond his sun-hat that Chan is spinning his deadly sword dance, replies: "It really isn't a technique, it was just me thrusting my pikestaff in upwards angle to halt your offence. Did that clear up in things?"

Ole takes the "Let's play defencial"-call serious, and moves backwards in high speed, and up against the wall of the other end of the Arena, he enclutches himself to a safe spot, in defensial position. And shouts: "I'm ready when you are!"

To slow his opponent down, OleMurder throws several shurikens at him, disrupting Chan's swordance, making him wiggle and fall out of balance.
The crowd cheers :p

[Protosschick99]

I'm not too good @ fight's. I'll just observe :D Oh & btw--OnyxDragonFly--You ROCK!! I loved each post you made! I am sooo looking forward to RPing with you in the days to come! Finally! We've got another girly up in here :p lolz

Anywayz, here I am:

Name: Alexis
Age: 22
Weapons: Hand-to-hand combat
Armor: None
Bio: Alexis didn't come to fight in this tournament. She has only come to watch. Her father urged her to come so that she may learn by watching other great fighters on the battle field.

Alexis sits on the edge of her seat. She cheers loudly for the fighter that she is most interested in.

"YEAH!!! GO CHAN GO!!! KICK HIS BUTT! Use those Katana's baby!!!!" She yells.

The person next to her glances her way. For being a young woman, she can yell pretty loud. Alexis notices the person's stare. She looks over at them and says, "What? I can't cheer for the awesome Chan?"

The person shrugs and turns back towards the arena. Alexis smirks.

"Wow these people sure are friendly..." She thinks.

Alexis focuses back onto the ring and watches as the two men are about to slice each other up.

[Ole-The-Murder]

You should be wiser for your choiche of words, considering the amount of persons in the crowd who cheer for the infamous OleMurder! Do not be so highbrowed, Protosschick. Whomsoever defeats me or you or anybody, deserves it, and don't take victory for granted! :)

[OnyxDragonfly]

(OOC: Thanks Protoss ^^ i look forward to RPing with everyone as well.. as soon as I find an RP I can stick my nose into.. *blinks at all the RPs with 50+ posts that she'd feel lost hopping into right away*)

[Ole-The-Murder]

You could always join my RP, the Damn Artists. It's pretty laid back and not mutch hussle, just a lil' bit, BUT! PM me if interested more, and I'll perhaps even hook you up with a.....link, yeah, that's it, and navi :D

[Ender]

(OOC: Thanks Protoss ^^ i look forward to RPing with everyone as well.. as soon as I find an RP I can stick my nose into.. *blinks at all the RPs with 50+ posts that she'd feel lost hopping into right away*)
I'm starting a new RP soon, and me and PC will be releasing a joint RP, so keep your eyes open!

Brett Hawkins was sitting next to a VERY loud young woman.
"YEAH!!! GO CHAN GO!!! KICK HIS BUTT! Use those Katana's baby!!!!" She yelled.
Hawkins glanced at her.
"What? I can't cheer for the awesome Chan?" she said.
Hawkins smirked, then looked away. She went back to cheering. He looked back at her again.
"Do you know Chan or something?"

[Vhaeraun]

Chan looks at his opponent, readies his katanas, & replies, "Let's give them a fight they will never forget."

[Geno]

I'm starting a new RP soon, and me and PC will be releasing a joint RP, so keep your eyes open!

Brett Hawkins was sitting next to a VERY loud young woman.
"YEAH!!! GO CHAN GO!!! KICK HIS BUTT! Use those Katana's baby!!!!" She yelled.
Hawkins glanced at her.
"What? I can't cheer for the awesome Chan?" she said.
Hawkins smirked, then looked away. She went back to cheering. He looked back at her again.
"Do you know Chan or something?"

(OOC: I thought those were Invite Only...?

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. What kind of RP will it be, or is that totally secretive... I can't wait to read over the story and such. Even if I'm not in it, I love reading them ^.^)

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder draws his katana, against the wall, hollering back, answers; "Sure! Just c'mon over here! All for the entertainment, of the audience, right?" ..Ole gleams over towards Chan, and chuckles for himself of this primitive but fun sort of sacrifice for fun...

[Ender]

(OOC: I thought those were Invite Only...?

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. What kind of RP will it be, or is that totally secretive... I can't wait to read over the story and such. Even if I'm not in it, I love reading them ^.^)

We got Wild Card Slots, or at least, my solo one does. And they are totally secretive. The duo with PC isn't done yet, she is going to compile what she has and e-mail it to me soon I think. My solo is up for release any day now.

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Thanks Protoss ^^ i look forward to RPing with everyone as well.. as soon as I find an RP I can stick my nose into.. *blinks at all the RPs with 50+ posts that she'd feel lost hopping into right away*)(OOC: Hey go here! >Werewolf's Forum for RPer's< (http://www.roleplayersparadice.tk)

Werewolf created a forum called Roleplayer's Pardise and I've made an RP there. You can be like my long lost sister or my cousin from another kingdom, lolz.

Oh and btw, call me PC, or even Gracie if you must :))

Alexis looks over at the man, she smiles and says, "Not really no....He just looks like the better fighter is all."

[CODEZERO]

look at other warriors in the dome wondering which one will be his opponent later on

[Vhaeraun]

Chan is still standing there waiting for his opponent to make a move.

Chan shouts, "Either move, or we can call another challenger out. It's really up to you."

[OnyxDragonfly]

Karokann stuck her finger in her ear and rubbed it. She jerked her head over her shoulder, eyes flashing as she screamed to the noisy girl in the audience.

Do you mind, ma'am?! I've had enough bone-shattering without worrying about your screeching helping it along!

Mumbling, the hand to hand artist returned to bandaging her wounds, pursing her lips in mild annoyance.

[Protosschick99]

Alexis turned and looked at who was scolding her.....It's Karokann!!! The warrior woman who won the first battle!! Alexis will gladly stop provoking the woman, she's awesome :)

"Oh my gosh--You're Karokann!" Says Alexis excitedly.

She gets up from her spot and sits next to her.

"You were soo awesome girly! You kicked that old guys butt! Okay look, I apologize for my loud cheering...I don't mean to provoke you...I'm just excited is all. I love watching people fight. It helps me learn ya know?" :)

[Geno]

(OOC: PC, check her name in the first post she made in the thread.. OD isn't her name here ;))

"Well, this will be interesting. At least I have time to fix up my wounds... It's hurting a bit right now..."

He leans over, grabs a roll of bandages and a few healing herbs from the healing kit

"Hope you don't mind me using these... I'm in a bit of pain, and it would help immensely..."

Exlar continues to bandage himself and make sure he's not going to do something that stupid again. As he does this, his attention is focused in the arena...

*Mumbles* "Let's see what these guys can do... *End mumble*

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: LOLZ MOTED!! Omg, I just made a newb mistake--My bad, lolz :p)

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder stood up against the wall, and said; "Allright then, if it's that important for you."

Ole threw a shuriken in Chan's way, and shocked him, but Chan easily deflected it in fear. "Nice reflex."

Then OleMurder walked upon Chan, drawing his pikestaff - "Let the show begin, I suppose?" Ole said, and got into position, ready to absorb the blows like a virgin on her first date! ;)

[OnyxDragonfly]

(OOC: If you'll help get me into that RP I'd be glad to join you PC ^^ I wish I knew what Lar lar was talking about though O.o')

Karokann blinked, her lip curling slightly. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Um.... yeah...."

[Ender]

ooc: Who is Lar Lar?

[OnyxDragonfly]

(OOC: *points at geno*)

[Ender]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...

[Geno]

(OOC: Me = Lar lar, Larry, Geno, Hey you, Dumbass, newbie, 0MFG STP1D N3WB WTF?!??!!!?!!11one, Lar-dawg, and a few other things... You can call me most of those, and I usually answer to them. I've known Sissy *Points at OnyxDragonfly* for close to... What's it been... Close to 2 years now...? Maybe a little less...? Time flies when you play online, eh? But yea, she's called me Lar lar for a long time now, and I've called her sissy for about the same amount of time... She's my online sister, I guess... That's where it came about ;)

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. Ole, make rude comments about virgins, taking it, etc. again, and I will kick you out of this. I don't need any inappropriate things said in this RP. I want it CLEAN! Thank you. You already disgrase RP's enough with that kind of talk, I don't want it in mine, got it?)

[Protosschick99]

P.S. Ole, make rude comments about virgins, taking it, etc. again, and I will kick you out of this. I don't need any inappropriate things said in this RP. I want it CLEAN! Thank you. You already disgrase RP's enough with that kind of talk, I don't want it in mine, got it?)
(OOC: LOLZ! You got moted Ole! :p I was waiting for someone to comment about that virgin remark.......)

(OOC: If you'll help get me into that RP I'd be glad to join you PC ^^ I wish I knew what Lar lar was talking about though O.o')

Karokann blinked, her lip curling slightly. She rubbed the back of her neck, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Um.... yeah...."
Alexis looks over at Karokann. Obviously her remarks made her feel uncomfortable. There is an akward silence.

Alexis bites her lip and looks at the ground.

"How 'bout that Chan huh?" She says trying to perk up some conversation.

[Ole-The-Murder]

One cuckoo fly over the chicken's nest I suppose, Larry! Way to go. Can't handle some practical jokes now and then..oh well, if you INSIST I will not do it again, but who knows, maybe I develop a complex and find an indirective, sublime way to fiddle it into my post, withouth you noticing...but then, maybe you don't care anyways because it's not visible...

Very often, the client
Aspires to reconcile the
Grid figures his/herself.
In order to maintain the integrity of the
Numbers, the client coordinator must not
Allow this....

Naw, just pulling your leg - From this post on, I will cease to make sexual referances in my RP Posts :D

[CODEZERO]

hmmm alrdy dead there seems to be a big stall in this fight seems like there giving the crowd annoyance shall i just slay one of them my self or shall i let them continue Kage is nearing his ending of his patience and scream fight alrdy god dam it

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: It wasn't really my fault that this story didn't get any further, I did my part, I posted my last move in the fight on previous page (to me) so it where all up to Chan to fight back, but he hasn't so you really should blame Vhaeraun, but I have nothing against 'im.. and my last post before your one was to answer the critic to my sexual speech, so...PM
Vhaeraun and get him to attack me since I am standing right beside Chan in defencial position, waiting for him to attack..)

[Vhaeraun]

Chan awaits another move by his opponent, & when he doesn't make a move, Chan yells, "Alright, this is boring. Send out another combatant! Let's make it a 3 way fight!"

[Ole-The-Murder]

Right when Chan thinks the fight is over and yells for a new opponent, Ole thrusts his fellow pikestaff into Chan's stomach and blood spurts out of him. There you go for being such a coward! Chan slowly dies of blood loss and the victory goes to...OleMurder!

[Vhaeraun]

Your a cheap mofo, ya kno that?

[Ole-The-Murder]

I know, but I'm a damn good at that aswell :D
It was you who took attention away from your target, I may have stood and waited for you to attack but you had the chanche, and blew it...turning back to me..ahahaha..never doubt a swashbuckler again.

[CODEZERO]

Kage walks into the arena waiting for an opponent

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder cleans his pikestaff and turns towards Kage, yelling: "Bah! I can see you, no sneaking up to me." Ole draws his shuriken, standing beside the dead Chan, throws but Codezero dodges. "Take me on if you can." Ole raises a katana, in defencial position, ready to absorb the blows like a...uh, nevermind...

[Black.Ice]

Right when Chan thinks the fight is over and yells for a new opponent, Ole thrusts his fellow pikestaff into Chan's stomach and blood spurts out of him. There you go for being such a coward! Chan slowly dies of blood loss and the victory goes to...OleMurder!

That was a Deus Ex Machina. That is when the author makes up outrageous crap to save his character. (Go look it up at google, if you dont know what it is.)

If you are playing like that, I'm jumping in:

As Ole stands in his defensive position, he walks backwards, slowly and cautiously. The sun beats down on him, as he stares down his opponent. As he walks backwards, he slips on a patch of Black Ice, which has suddenly formed on the arena floor. He slips, and falls, in an awkward position, causing his back to snap, letting out a sickening crack. He moans in pain, as he realizes he is paralyzed from the waist down.

Two vultures, seizing the opportunity, fly down from high above, and begain to gouge out Ole's eyes. He lies in pain, unable to move; and unable to shake the vultures off of him. Suddenly, a rippling purple vortex opens, and three Zerglings appear. The crowd is shocked. They run to Ole Murder, and began to claw him, until there is nothing left except a mush of his remnants, and his weapons.

Just as it started, it ends. The vortex closes taking the zerglings back, the vultures fly away, and the black ice melts.

"Wow," the audience chants.

"Who would've saw that coming?" Alexis interjects.

and I have jumped out.

J/p all... This is why I refrain from joining RP's like this... Weird stuff happens... It's hard to prevent people from saving their characters. ;)

[CODEZERO]

umm im not fighting ole ya bastard they left the arena to heal in in the benches alrdy sheesk, im waiting for a new opponent not a dam injured one ya fool
kage withdraw his katana and shouts out Kuzu Ryu SEN running (fast i mean really fast) and hits black ice in all 9 vital spot making him disabled for a while and then point his katana at him stupid bastard die kage thrust his katana into black ice chest he dies

[Geno]

Geno, the God of the land looks down into the Arena, most displeased with the fighters.

"HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY ARENA WITH WIMPY BATTLES! I COMMAND YOU TO DUEL IN A NOBLE FASION. DON'T WIMP FIGHT, NOR ONE HIT KILL SOMEONE, BUT BE HONORABLE!"

Exlar looks around

"Uh... Are we going to die now?"

(OOC: LISTEN TO THE GOD!

~Larry "GENO" Meyers)

[Black.Ice]

umm im not fighting ole ya bastard they left the arena to heal in in the benches alrdy sheesk, im waiting for a new opponent not a dam injured one ya fool
kage withdraw his katana and shouts out Kuzu Ryu SEN running (fast i mean really fast) and hits black ice in all 9 vital spot making him disabled for a while and then point his katana at him stupid bastard die kage thrust his katana into black ice chest he dies

(OOC: I have seem to hit a nerve. Geno, I am now sorry for "joining" your RP, and disrupting the flow of things.

Second of all, I was not part of this RP to begin with, I was just making light-hearted fun of Ole-The-Murder. I mean, he just whipped out something to save his character, and I decided to poke a little fun at him. Not a big deal.

Third of all, "Black Ice" isn't a character. He is a puddle of ice in the ring. Actually, he doesn't exist. That post was just a joke. None of it happened. There is no need to call him a bastard or fool, and stab me in the chest.

Fourth of all, there's no reason to PM me, and call me a fool, and all that other fun stuff.

I hope no one else gets confused/offended )

[Geno]

(OOC: I have seem to hit a nerve. Geno, I am now sorry for "joining" your RP, and disrupting the flow of things.

Second of all, I was not part of this RP to begin with, I was just making light-hearted fun of Ole-The-Murder. I mean, he just whipped out something to save his character, and I decided to poke a little fun at him. Not a big deal.

Third of all, "Black Ice" isn't a character. He is a puddle of ice in the ring. Actually, he doesn't exist. That post was just a joke. None of it happened. There is no need to call him a bastard or fool, and stab me in the chest.

Fourth of all, there's no reason to PM me, and call me a fool, and all that other fun stuff.

I hope no one else gets confused/offended )

(All OOC: Meh. It happens. Just a word of advice. Don't make posts you will regret later. If you poke fun at someone in an RP, you CAN throw off the RP wildly. Thank goodness, this isn't a huge RP, yet, so it's pretty much safe. Anyways, make sure not to do that again. Also, no worries. If something comes up, and you have to drop out of any of my RP's (And this goes for anyone. New, old, smart, stupid, aged, young...), I will help you get out of an RP in any case. Be it because you lost your internet, get grounded, think the RP sucks, want to leave, etc. Trust me, I work with anyone to get out of RP's. Also, I thank you for the post in here, just to tell us what's going down. For that, I tip my hat *Tips hat*

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Wow....Lotsa madness here.....Too much in fact, lolz. :p)

Alexis sits on the edge of her seat enjoying every single bit of combat. If only she could be down there!

She turns to look at Karokann who sits there quietly tending her wounds. "That was crazy huh?" She comments.

[CODEZERO]

kage look aroud confused wondering who will battle him and when
kage withdraw his katana in a ready stance prepared for almost anything coming toward him

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Finally someone replies! :p)

[CODEZERO]

where the hell is my opponent ahh kage start walking in frustration

[Sperate]

The 'ole Battles R Us RP.

I'd copy this over fromt he old one, but that had spells 'n' stuff, so..

Name: Fool on the Hill

Age: 67

Weapons: A poisoned needle on a ring on his left middle knuckle.

Armor: Armor? Pshaw. Thick leather cloak, though.

Bio//reason for this: The Fool was never seen until he entered the Arena at the age of 12. After he was bested, no one saw him until 9 years later, when he again entered the Arena. He bested everyone until the 5th fight, which was a draw. After that he has turned up at many arenas, in many fights. No one has ever seen him actually exit the grounds of the arena, however.

Characteristics: His face has eyes which seem to glow in the shadow of his cloak. His hood has never been taken off. The rest of his body is thin, and he wears dark blue or purple pants of a undefinable sort and a long shirt. His ring is a simple silver ring with a single pink gem on it. When he closes his fist tightly, a short, poison-tipped needle appears from under the jewel. A scratch across the neck and his opponent is paraylzed from the neck down for 5 minutes or so, longer so someone small and shorter for a big one. The needle comes out after it has be pushed in, and breaks off in a slash.

The Fool fights with his fists, and he fights dirty. If an opponent is weilding long swords, Fool will feint out, and will get in, and deliever sharp blows to whatever target is the most open - the groin, the solar plexus, the neck - and will also try to disarm his opponent and use the weapon himself.

Keke honor == none. Keke paraylize keke.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: I was gone for holiday trip at some island offshore my country, and are now back in action!)

After almost a week on the bench, OleMurder recovers from the lethal blow dealth by Black.Ice 3.
Though, in the time passed, he hasn't prepared for a fight yet, but recall challenging "Kage" (CODEZERO). Unless Kage wish to take the challenge up again, who wilst fight moa?

[CODEZERO]

i accept

[Ole-The-Murder]

Then I let you move first, young padawan.
OleMurder stretches out, and draws his pikestaff, assuming defencial position.
"I'm ready to go!"

Yelling at Kage, in the other part of the arena.
(OOC: Your job will be to try and get me out of defence, and force me into offence with you, and get defeated. Not a big deal for such a fighter like you, no?)

[CODEZERO]

kage starts running at a medium pace and then jumps to the right side and strikes a fast clean stab at his right arm

[Ole-The-Murder]

The blade of Kage gets stuck in Ole's torso, and the sudden hit makes Ole fall down to his knees, then taking the blade out of his torso, Ole throws the blade at Kage and hits him in his big toe. Wiggle your big toe! HAH! Ole crawls backwards, and against a pole, assumes defencial position again, with his pikestaff, secretly healing his wound meanwhile waiting for Kage to counter his counter-attack.

OleMurder wheezes: "Atleast you showed up with a more fight than Chan, who bailed out once I assumed my defencial position...."

[CODEZERO]

Kage puts his hand into the ground picking up sand
then walks toward ole and throws the sand into his eyes Kage shoots his sword handle from it sheath into ole's neck making him cough for air
hah how do u like that

[Ole-The-Murder]

Impossible. I was wearing a sun hat so your sand whould never hit my eyes and then again, you whouldn't blind me and thus, you didn't get the blade into my neck.

Anyways, I'll play by your honorless rules and do like what a man can do:
OleMurder, with his defences now broken, and dying slowly with a blade trough his neck...coughs his last words... "Evil draws close!" and takes it out of his neck and thrusts it into Kage's stomach, unprepared for this blow in all his overconfidence, and staying too close to his opponent. They are now both dying a horrible death....ah, the romance in violence. The dying couple.

Heheh.

[CODEZERO]

no sheesk the handle didn't go through just hit u so u would cough

[Ole-The-Murder]

Okay, then it means I didn't get killed, then, but I grabbed your sword and thrusted it into your stomach because you where helding the blade close enough for me to steal it and invert it in direction against you, then... CHACK! Touchè. Don't ever fuck with my neck again, byatch, I ain't choking, I'm snorting and sneezing. You aren't dead yet, but dying. You could always take the sword out of your stomach, but blood will spurt and you'll die of blood loss, or die of alien object in the liver. Your choiche. I move backwards and stand against the other side of the pole, in case of any outspurts...

[CODEZERO]

well c how you like when i pull out my secret weapon Kage takes out a little dagger out of his shoes and throws at ole stomach making him bleed as well so we shall both die now

[Ole-The-Murder]

A dagger is not enough to kill me, silly. What? You have a whole long blade trough your stomach comming out the back, and I get a small dagger thrown in my stomach, barely hitting under the surface? BAH! Pathetic. I shall get revenge swiftly.

OleMurder laughs evilly, and takes the dagger out of his stomach, yelling; "Fateless coward with marrowless bones!" and takes the dagger out with a small bloodspurt, and aims for Kage's head, who lies on his knees dying. Better to die on feet than on yer knees! The dagger misses Kage's head, but goes into his neck, and wipes out his whole nervesystem, making his whole body go numb while dying at his own blade.

Kage soon falls sideways and blood comes out of his mouth, and his stonedead gaze peers out.
"It seems like...we have a winner." OleMurder gasps for air.... "And that winner...is me!"
OleMurder walks slowly over to Kage's body, and disattaches the blade trough his body, making the final blow - The blood spurts out at Ole in a long stream, and when it ends, there lies a dry bloodless corpse. "The kill is finished....the art of murder."

OleMurder touches the dry bloody skin, and wipes off the blood from his clothes, and takes the dagger out aswell. Then using it to cut of Kage's ear swiftly, ripping it off clean and brutal...then raising his trophy into the air.... screaming...YARRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Both hands raised.

Keel... keel... keel....
Murder murder murda...
Bloodlust and skin peel!

[CODEZERO]

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i died i get to reincarnate as god himself muahahahahaha later on anyways
name GOD of course

Age: 100000000
Weapons:Holy Katana glowing really brightly
Armor: glowing brightly cloak
Bio//reason for this: got nailed onto a crossed shaped post ouchie
Characteristics: Brilliant light shining everywhere blinds most people

[Geno]

NO OTHER GODS SHALL RULE THIS RP BESIDES ME. ALTHOUGH YOU WERE A MIGHTY WARRIOR, YOU WILL NOT STAND AGAIN! BE GONE WITH YOU, AND WATCH FROM AFAR IN THE STARS!

The voice from above sends down a piercing lightning bolt that some call the 'RP banninnation cannon' but although it hits its mark, taking the weird, new creature out, it doesn't throw them out of the RP... It only destroys the character, leaving room for another two combatants to fight...

(OOC: No reincarnation. Read the info. This is a real RP, no bullshit.

Oh, and you can easily die from a dagger, Ole. If you hit the right vein, or if you pull it out, like you did, you can EASILY bleed to death. And if you don't believe me, talk to my friend in heaven. He'll tell you right off.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[Ole-The-Murder]

Yeah, okay. So Kage died, ressurected and got disemboweled by the great metal hand in the sky.
I -could- die of a dagger, in my stomach yes, but compared to what Kage was suffering from (a whole blade trough the stomach and the back) and given the dagger could be removed and I whould still live for quite a time after and get to slice his neck and take his nervesystem out and take his ear as a trophy, where talking of which who stood alive when the opponent was dead, and z'hat was me. Therefore I am the winner. Even if I died just after.

[CODEZERO]

well u died and i was kidding about god didn't kno u couldn't take a little joke but anyways both of us are dead for now :)

[Ole-The-Murder]

You died before me, so I won. A close grudge, but in the end, I won. If you hadn't been so close with your blade there, I whouldn't have been able to steal it, and you whould have won.....but that's another case...You must have misunderstood, I took your joke pretty well, I just made fun of you...muahahahhhahahah...

(Hears innkeeper in the back, shouting..."NO EVIL LAUGHING IN MY INN!") :D

[ShawnManX]

Name: The tormented soul of Shawn Lawrence Valley
Age: 19
Weapons: My weapons and my armour ar as one...
Armor: Bladed wrist, upper arm, leg, knee, and shin guards, grafted to his bone structure which has been reinforced with nano-carbon lace. Over my blades I wear a custom tailored, white bleached denim trenchcoat with holes for the blades to go through.
Bio//reason for this: Shawn is a servent of a cruel demoness who is using this competition as Shawn's final test, before she converts him to a full demon and takes him for her mate.
Characteristics: Due to a twisted enchantment on his armour, placed there by Shawns Demonic mistress, Shawn can regenerate limbs, and gain un-natural speed strength agility, and endurance through the consumption of his adversary. These enhancements wither to the point of crippling if Shawn is unable to consume anything of his adversary.
Fighting style: Shawn will open up with an explosive amount of furosity inorder to get his opponents blood on his blades and clothing as quickly as possible. Though if an opponent is able to maintain their defence throughout this, the rage will eventually wear Shawn down to the point where he will be unable to continue, please note however that all it will take for Shawn to return to normal strength is a drop of blood, sweat or tears, and any more will only add to his strength. A moments hesitation has brought about the end of many a hero, do not allow yourself to become just another one of Shawn's victims.
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A scream is heard from the direction of the washrooms of the stadium. Shawn emerges from the washroom door dragging the body of a large man who had earlier been picking fights at the bar. Numerous lacerations cover the body, the edges slightly burnt, the mans face is twisted in pain, his eye sockets are emptied, only 4 teeth remain in his mouth and his tongue has been torn out. Shawn drags the slightly twitching corpse through the croud, and disposes of it in a dumpster. He sighs sadly and licks the dead man's blood off his blades, the dead have no strength to lend and Shawns muscles seem to deflate as the unholy strength leaves his body. In the dumpster the mans heart stops beating.

Shawn makes his way to the entrance of the arena, he must win this fight before this strength leaves him entirely, he must prove his worth, he must free himself from this curse, even if by doing so he becomes as the one who placed the curse upon his wretched form. By the time Shawn enters the arena floor his coat has absorbed all of the blood which had seemed to stain it, and it once again has the appearence of being a clean white.

[Ole-The-Murder]

The bleeding OleMurder turns around from the corpse of Kage, and spots Shawn. Ole spits a bucket of blood and yells; "Another contestant, 'bout friggin' time!"

With his first aid kit, OleMurder tends to his wounds, and pockets the trophy-ear of Kage in his inner pockets.

"All right man." OleMurder washes off the sweat and blood, and braces himself with the pikestaff, takes the shurikens into his belt and Kage's dagger. In his right slire he also takes Kage's longblade, and in the left slire Ole puts his own katana. The smell of leather is coming from his armor.

OleMurder walks a few steps back, assuming defence position, with Kage's bloody longblade in the one hand, and Ole's personal red-flagged katana in the second, in a vicious parry stance. "I'm ready when you are!" shouting at Shawn Lawrence Valley, his new rival.

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: See later post)

[Geno]

Shawn who has untill this point been stareing at the blood on the ground raises his eyes to meet Ole's, a wry smile wires it's way accross Shawn's face.

"We'll," Shawn lunges forward,
"see," Shawn catches himself mid lunge and redirects his momentum forward and to his left, Ole's right, where Ole is holding Kage's unfamilular sword,
"exactly," Shawn has now covered half of the distance between him and his adversary,
"how," Shawn lunges forward once again, bringing him surprisingly close to Ole,
"ready," Shawn darts forward,
"you," Shawn Kicks out Ole's right leg,
"are!" Shawn kicks the off balance Ole in the side, knocking him away. Shawn sticks his hand into the bloody sand where Ole had been standing.

The words are a scream on the wind, Shawn is a blur as he moves from one side of the arena to the other. Only 5 foot prints lead from where Shawn was standing to where he now stands, his hand bringing the blood stained sand to his lips, Shawn keeps and eye on Ole as he licks the last of the crimson stained sand off of his open palm.

(OOC: You're treading on thin water too, SMX... I'm not saying I don't like your character... I actually like it... The problem is... This:


1. You are not invincible. Anything that hits you will hurt. Trust me.
2. You are not God. You don't have friggin' insane powers over fire, lightning, etc.
3. You can't deflect every attack. I don't care if you're Jackie Chan, he even gets hurt sometimes...
4. Don't whine if you get beaten.
5. Golden rule: Describe it all. I don't care if it's down to each knuckle popping, this may be a MiniRP, but it's good for developing skills.
6. LEARN! You can't learn enough, so here's one to learn in.

If there's any way to trim it down from that... Please do. Once you do, kind of shift the actions around, or just begin anew. And if you're wondering why I flipped on CZ, I was having a bad night, lots of things are wrong, and I felt he was intruding on my religion. Sorry. Either change your char, or I'll strike you down too.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: Will do)

Shawn who has untill this point been stareing at the blood on the ground raises his eyes to meet Ole's, a wry smile wires it's way accross Shawn's face.

"We'll see just how ready you are," Shawns words are a penetrating scream as he charges Ole's left where he holds the unfamilular weapon of the recently defeated Kage. This burst of speed took what remained of the strength stolen from Shawn's earlier victim, but it was enough to catch Ole moentarily off guard.

Shawn kicks Ole's closest leg, and shoves the off balance warrior out of the way. Falling to his knees Shawn rakes his fingers through the blood soaked earth, and brings the nourishing substance to his mouth where he devoured it, completly unaware of what Ole was doing mere meters away from him.

(OOC: I sped up the rate of degeneration, I need to feed every other turn at least to maintain my strength.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: I thought when being kicked in the leg, you whould fall totally down to the ground, not just on your knees, which is absurd. Oh well. I'll assume I'm lying there, and rises up from the swift blow.)

OleMurder gets kicked out of his assumed defencial stance, and lies in the dust.
Pulling himself togheter, Ole salutes his opponent... "Nice blow...you got me all out of balance there...but I won't encourage dirty tricks, to open a battle like this is honorless."

Ole is saying this, while raising up from the ground. OleMurder clutches himself to Shawn's leg, saying.. "Ahahaha...come on man...play fair..."
Before saying more, Ole heads into Shawn's stomach, and he's like; "Oof!"
And Shawn falls back into sitting position. Then Ole, with the blood of the vanquished Kage still in his face, proceeds to shake his head reapadly over Shawn spitting the blood about.
"You don't know where I've been, Shawn..YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE I'VE BEEN!"
Ole the Murder yells in glee and sheer battle happiness.....

Ole jumps back up, and assumes a defencial position against closest pole. "Your turn, power kid."
(OOC: Eck, that was gross, wasn't it? Kehehegh!)

[Geno]

(OOC: I thought when being kicked in the leg, you whould fall totally down to the ground, not just on your knees, which is absurd. Oh well. I'll assume I'm lying there, and rises up from the swift blow.)

OleMurder gets kicked out of his assumed defencial stance, and lies in the dust.
Pulling himself togheter, Ole salutes his opponent... "Nice blow...you got me all out of balance there...but I won't encourage dirty tricks, to open a battle like this is honorless."

Ole is saying this, while raising up from the ground. OleMurder clutches himself to Shawn's leg, saying.. "Ahahaha...come on man...play fair..."
Before saying more, Ole heads into Shawn's stomach, and he's like; "Oof!"
And Shawn falls back into sitting position. Then Ole, with the blood of the vanquished Kage still in his face, proceeds to shake his head reapadly over Shawn spitting the blood about.
"You don't know where I've been, Shawn..YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE I'VE BEEN!"
Ole the Murder yells in glee and sheer battle happiness.....

Ole jumps back up, and assumes a defencial position against closest pole. "Your turn, power kid."
(OOC: Eck, that was gross, wasn't it? Kehehegh!)

OOC: Actually, it's quite possible. If someone comes up behind you, and kicks you on the back of your knee, you're not going to fall right to the ground. Watch movies. Do it to your friends like I do... And yes, it's a sneaky thing, but it doesn't hurt exactly. It just forces them to the ground on their knees.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Oh well. That's just minor details, what-so-ever, I will not describe such hapless things, just how things happen and such on. Besides, he charged on me up front, so that is just not what happanad tarh. Why quote me, if the post was just above you?)

[ShawnManX]

The blood of the vanquished rains down upon Shawn, but he takes no notice of it, it is the blood of the living which interests him at this time. Bringing his legs up to his chest under Ole, Shawn punches Ole hard in the nose before repelling the violently shaking blood strewn man. Ole is thrown about 10 feet, and Shawn brings himself to his feet.

Shawn cracks another smile at Ole and says, "So you want to have some fun? Good, because I'm here for the exact same thing..." The sound of Shawn's various blades extending through the holes in his jacket rings softly in the air. Shawn's smile broadens as he sucks the blood from Ole's nose off of his fingers.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: You know how far 20 feet actually is? I think we need to repeat the whole "You are not a superhero" rule, hardly you could throw me anywhere but six feet. BAH! The graveyard distance.)

Spitting out even more blood from his nose, Ole is a bit quizzingly after the blow, but manages to scramble himself togheter. OleMurder taunts, "So you like blood aye? Twas' I thought, therefore you might have enjoyed the blood I spread around when I'm done with you..."

Spotting Shawn LV's blades coming forth, Ole knows this means buisness. With his trusty leather armor he braces himself, and throws a shuriken towards Shawn, strifing his left arm. Ouch. He'll be unable to use both blades, it seems, atleast. "But true man fight with one arm at the back, don't they?" Ole taunts. And the right arm's dominant too, I hope.

The shuriken pierced the wrist of Shawn's left hand, making it fall off. Ole laughs his charateristic evil laugh and assumes defencial position with Kage's longblade and OleMurder's own redflagge katana in a cross. Now we shall see how far you fare...muahahahahhehehehehehehe...

(OOC: Hears arena's owner yelling: "No evil laughing in my arena!"
And yes, even you can cet your hands cut off from a metalsharp shuriken, you're not a friggin' superhero who can take all blows withouth even breakin' a teeth) :D

[ShawnManX]

Ole's Suriken cuts through the metal of the bladed wristgurad and slices cleanly through the flesh stopping at the reinforced bones. A wince crosses Shawn's face stealing his smile, replacing it with a dark scowl.

"One who fights from a distance talks to me about honour?" Shawns tone is melancholic, "we will see who is laughing when I'm cleaving your skin from your flesh, and your flesh from your bones."

The atmosphdere of the arena has turned grim, Shawn charges at the defencive Ole, his shoulder, elbow and wrist blades grinding against one another, the sound of their grinding is a monotonous symphony drowning out all else.

"If a true man fights one handed, than allow me to make this a fight between men," Shawns snarels as he charges Ole.

Shawn rapidly closes the distance between him and his target and crashes into the crossed blades with his shouder, he grabs the hand holding Kage's longblade catches between the segments in Shawn's wounded left arm. With a slight twist Shawn shatters the longblade, the fragments become lodged in his and Ole's arms.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: I didn't fight from distance to prove the honor, the "fighting from distance" was just a shuriken to make you be one-handed in a coming, honorful, one-handed fight, I whould've cross-roped my left hand aswell. You see, most of the time I still FIGHT melee, and it is not fighting ranged if you only throw a shuriken now and then...)

Seeing the longblade of Kage shattered in front of his eyes, OleMurder rages...
"You monster! That was my trophy from the fallen Kage. NO-ONE destroys my trophies!"

Ole roars as if being a beast, it is clearly he is loosing all control and is throwing himself into a bloodfrenzied offensive!

Ole throws the shuriken in close-range at Shawn's right hand, going into the bones there as well.
Followed by a precise slice from his red-flagged katana, the left hand of Shawn is cut off, and falls to the dust. Ole then grabs Shawn by the shoulder and slams him into the pole, in rage. The pole, of wooden three, makes a loud creeking noise and wiggles, as if about to fall.

OleMurder, in his rage, does not notice this, and while Shawn is for the moment not a threath,
the entire pole falls over Ole, making him inaccessible and unable to move. If only Shawn, whose is on the other side of the pole, moves it away, the fight can continue, unless, it is a draw.

[ShawnManX]

Shawn is temporarily stunned by the sudden switch in Ole's fighting style, but smiles non-the-less as he is slammed into the thick wooden pole. "That's right Ole, give in to your anger, that is what my mistress needs from you." Shawns is thrown again by Ole, and falls into a hunched crouching position, "come get me Ole," Shawn thinks, and prepares for another attack. However it doesn't come, Shawn becomes flustered as his strength steadily deminishes.

After a time Shawn brings himself to his feet, before his strength falls below critical, and is surprised by the sight before him. The post he had been slammed into had fallen over and Ole is no where to be found, Shawn's strength returns to normal and his blades retract into the welcoming holes of his denim jacket. Shawn searches for Ole, he should be able to see him, even through a wall, so long as the will to fight is still there. For a moment Shawn is confused by the lack of an opponent, it is human nature to fight, there must be some one somewhere who wants to fight, after a heavy sigh Shawn begins to leave the arena in search of more angry souls to consume in the name of his mistress.

(OOC: My character only 'sees/senses' a person's will to fight, their anger, because that is what he harvests for his mistress, which is why he was ignorant of the people in the croud in my intro. When Ole is unconsious my character cannot sense his anger. Shawn sees no further reason to be here, unless Ole brings himself to consiousness and gets out from under the pole, or if there is another fighter. I like this character, as it's my first attemt at a demon, I'll probably write a more in depth background for him, maybe a few short stories about his accent to becomming a full demon, thanks Geno for the thread =)

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: Aha, so you are one of them demon ilk, harvesting my anger for power...Very well then....I shall be as calm as a hindu cow...)

OleMurder, lying exhausted under the pole, regaining his conscience slowly...realizing he is stuck. Barely trying to move, his hands won't help him here, they are full of...weapons. To Ole's suprise, he can still feel his feets. With a swift kick backwards, the pole moves and OleMurder are free.

Ole swings a bit about, the heavy weight haven't done good to him at all. But quickly he sees Shawn heading out of the Arena. Ole decides he has not much time for anything fancy here to stop him, so OleMurder quickly throws his red-flagged katana after Shawn, trough the air, and it hits him in the back of his leg.

Shawn falls to his knees, and turns to remove the katana out of the leg.
What doesn't help, is a Shuriken towards his second hindleg.
The torment! OleMurder walks quickly backwards, and assumes defencial position against a secondary pole, leaving Shawn to himself. Hopefully his 'reinforced bones' saved him, that will make the fight longer and more entertaining.

Ole is not slow to get armed with his trusty pikestaff, awaiting the rage from Shawn....

[ShawnManX]

Shawn cries out in agony, the moment the sword pierces his leg. Instantly all of his blades, spines and claws extend, pushing the sword out of his leg. Shawn stands over the sword, looking down at it for a while examening it before returning his attention to Ole. Fury and rage flood his mind once again.
"You again?" Shawn exclaims in surprise, "I thought I was finished with you,"

[Ole-The-Murder]

OleMurder answers, in total calm, a bit struggling to keep his anger...
"No..." he says. "I just passed out, what can I say? Rage tears my energy."

Almost fearless still holding the fear back Ole walks over to Shawn, walking behind him, like approaching a beast. "Easy there, let me remove the pain."

Ole pulls the red-flagged Katana and the shuriken out of Shawn's legs, showing the demon-ilk a gesture of kindness.

"I let this be fair, and give you some mercy. Get up and fight, before I'll slice your head off."
OleMurder drags the demon-ilk Shawn up, and kicks some dust off him. "There and ready to go, back to battle!"

Ole walks back to his pole, assuming defencial position with his pikestaff and katana.
"Whenever you feel ready." says Ole, and puts the hat down his eyes, still being prepared for anything thrown at him. Shifting from defence to offence, and back again....

[ShawnManX]

Shawn is dissapointed with Ole's return to the defencive, and decides that an assualt on Oles injured arm is in order. Shawn retracts his blades and walks calmly in a wide arc around Ole untill a suppoert piller is between him nad his adversary.


Shawn extands his claws and begins to scale the wooden piller, he watch's Ole's shadow and untill it begins to cautiously approach the pillar. Once Ole get's close enough Shawn shifts his weight to the left and up, maintaining hold of the pillar with his rightarm, redirecting his weight in a tight circle around to the side of the pillar facing Ole. Shawn catches himself with his left hand once the manouver is complete. With is back against the pillar, 40 feet up Shawn hangs precariously by his talons. After a moment's glance at Ole's position Shawn pushes his upper body away from the pillar. With a resounding cry he runs almost horizontally down the length of the pillar.

Ole only has time to raise his katana, it impales Shawns shoulder, but the force from the impact is enough to break his already wounded arm, and dislocates it at the shoulder. With his one free arm Shawn slashes at Ole's face, knowing that the warrior cannot remove the beloved katana from Shawn's shoulder.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: This sounds an awful lot like an draw for us. Where'd you get that strength so quickly back from loosing it? Hmm, supposedly, when I am calm, you cannot see my will to fight but now you do, when I strike. Nevermind - There is nothing much left for me to do, except..)

OleMurder knows this is defeat, this is the end. With his free arm, Shawn slashed Ole's face in a mortal blow, but in so doing, he sealed his own fate. Ole had thrusted his katana into Shawn as an reflex, but it didn't stop him from ambushing him from above, if not had been using the pikestaff, but that whould have been too slow...so now...he does all he can do..

Ole withdraws the katana from the shoulder, and quickly pierces trough Shawn's chest, seeking the heart. As the bladetip hits the heart, Shawn delivers the last blow and Ole's head falls of, sliced in the face, with his hand still having a firm grip on the katana well-placed in Shawn's demon-heart.

OleMurder may be dead, but drawing Shawn with him in death, dying above Ole's shoulders on the headless body, which soon collapses and the katana breaks in half in Shawn's chest and is stuck. Shawn soon follows Ole to the bright light in the tunnel with an directly inhuman scream....
AAYYERRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: I used pretty much the last of my strength to climb the pole and hang on, I let gravity do the work on the way down.)

With one final cry Shawn is brought to his knees and collapses in a heap, no strength left in him, he becomes numb as his spirit departs to return to the demoness to which he is bound.

[Ole-The-Murder]

(OOC: DAMN! We was both playing pretty good, I admire your tenacity. Therefore: Draw? This was one hell of a duel, don't cha agree? Me, with my defensive swashbuckling and offensive swordplay, and your demon-ilk inborn power and furious fury!)

The headless OleMurder falls down with the slain Shawn, with the blades still placed in his chest. Ole's body falls backwards and his hand lands in his head, his body lying strewn over the ground. Shawn's body still radiates with demon power for a while before fading out........and the arena is in ashes after this havoc-bringing battle!

I may have sacrificed myself for the greater good, victory over the demon-ilk!
For pure and (UN)demon-hunter talent! Therefore, I vow to become a demon hunter, and forever hunt Shawn and his ilk! RARGH! When I do a comback...until then...I let other gladiators take the scene instead fer me...

[CODEZERO]

hmmm just out of thought wasn't i using a reversed bladed katana????

[Ole-The-Murder]

Nevermind that, uh, no time for details now...fuck....won't it change the whole story and make it so you won and not I, and then I whould've never faced Shawn and you instead? Fuck z'hat! There's a bullcat in that! Hylfe! :D

[ShawnManX]

(OOC: CODEZERO, it's a little late, I'm sure that Geno or someone form an earlier battle has rested enough to fight you, I however must redeem myself in my mistress' eyes after my defeat.)

[Geno]

(OOC: CODEZERO, it's a little late, I'm sure that Geno or someone form an earlier battle has rested enough to fight you, I however must redeem myself in my mistress' eyes after my defeat.)

(OOC: Yea, I can jump in again if you wish... Or I can talk Sissy into joining again... Hmm... I'll see what she can do. Right now, I'm at my college signing up for classes, but I'll be done early enough that I can get home by nearly 7:00 or so... I'll check then...

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[Vhaeraun]

(OOC: Since I was killed earlier, do I just make a new character and join back in, or can i use the same character as i did earlier?)

[CODEZERO]

same question here

[bluemicrobyte]

A dark and mysterious figure walks by making no comments whatsoever

(I just wanted to be part of the RP even though I don't have a character)

[Ole-The-Murder]

Then make a character, dumbfuck! Yoin us! And uh, if you're character has died and you want a comeback, make it do a zombie! You know, raise from the dead and come shambeling up from the dirt with rusty weapons and stinky skin, broken teeth! Aye, aye! That's the spirit! The dead don't rest easily withouth more blood! That's atleast, what I plan to do..the headless OleMurder strike vengance at the one who murdered him seven years ago..uh....3-4 days ago! ACH! I know, but it don't sound as cool as seven years..ach, nevermind..

[Geno]

Then make a character, dumbfuck! Yoin us! And uh, if you're character has died and you want a comeback, make it do a zombie! You know, raise from the dead and come shambeling up from the dirt with rusty weapons and stinky skin, broken teeth! Aye, aye! That's the spirit! The dead don't rest easily withouth more blood! That's atleast, what I plan to do..the headless OleMurder strike vengance at the one who murdered him seven years ago..uh....3-4 days ago! ACH! I know, but it don't sound as cool as seven years..ach, nevermind..

Two things.

One, flame again, and I'll throw you out of this RP. And don't tell me you didn't flame. Name calling = flaming in my book. Watch it.

Two, no resurection. I already flipped (Harshly, I might add.. I didn't mean it really to be mean, but I didn't like the way it was going...) on CODEZERO for ressurection... Don't go there. If you died, so you died. If you did, feel free to comment, but this is just a one time thing.

I expect this to fully die within the next month, so if noone joins, so be it. This is just here until some new RP's roll in. Expect more threads like these from me.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. Final verdict on new chars: Nope. One time only. Thanks.

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: You tell 'em Geno! :p Btw Ole--Why do you curse so much? It's annoying :\ Oh and one more thing Geno--When is Onyx coming back? I miss her! :()

[Geno]

(OOC: You tell 'em Geno! :p Btw Ole--Why do you curse so much? It's annoying :\ Oh and one more thing Geno--When is Onyx coming back? I miss her! :()

(OOC: Good question... I'll catch her on D2 or AIM when I can... o.O With the ladder reset, though, I'm not sure if she'll still play x.x

~Larry "Geno" Meyers)

[Ole-The-Murder]

Sure Geno, but I never said RESSURECT.....I'm still dead, just walking headless, mindlessly around, killing everyone in the arena until all my limbs are torn apart, to the last bit. Now, any contestants? I'll stop cursing and namecalling IN THIS THREAD then, Protosschick, no worry..it wasn't any serious nevertheless :)

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Thank you Ole :) Btw....err....Nice...title under your name. And I say that with the utmost sarcasm. Don't make fun of me--It'll get you nowhere--Trust me.)

[Ole-The-Murder]

We are divine opposites, and you are my arch enemy! My Diety's ideals are among rape, murder, greed and bloodlust, you'res is hope, freedom, kindness and welfare! Pathetic! I was chosen by Satan to spread my heresy and heretics with spreading glee, pure wickedness, free access of whores, cursing and happy violence! Muahahahahahahahha :D

[ShawnManX]

(OTOOC: Actually, wouldn't satan be against free whores, because if they are free then it's voluntary, and goes against the sin of greed. And for those who didn't guess that means Off Topic Out Of Character)

[Geno]

Sure Geno, but I never said RESSURECT.....I'm still dead, just walking headless, mindlessly around, killing everyone in the arena until all my limbs are torn apart, to the last bit. Now, any contestants? I'll stop cursing and namecalling IN THIS THREAD then, Protosschick, no worry..it wasn't any serious nevertheless :)

(OOC: Ole, I've given you enough leeway, and you've been in this thread long enough to know I won't allow that kind of person in my RP. Get out now. If you return again, I will be reporting the post. I've given you ample chances to be nice and not say//do anything stupid, but with the stupidity you've been having, namely the title change, the 'not ressurection, just walking dead' and such posts... Yea, I'm done with you in this RP thread. I have told a person already that undead is unallowed. If you somehow missed that, I'm amazed, but I'm tired of your idiocy in this thread. Just leave now, and all will be good.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

P.S. That title of yours... Yea, that's a bit... Well... Not offensive exactly... There's a word for it... Not exactly disturbing, but seeing as how you copied PC, just to change it to the opposite to either A) Make her notice you or B) Annoy the crap out of her... Yea, that's not exactly nice for her, nor me, as it's making me uncomfortable with you here... Just thought I'd mention that.)

[Protosschick99]

We are divine opposites, and you are my arch enemy! My Diety's ideals are among rape, murder, greed and bloodlust, you'res is hope, freedom, kindness and welfare! Pathetic! I was chosen by Satan to spread my heresy and heretics with spreading glee, pure wickedness, free access of whores, cursing and happy violence! Muahahahahahahahha :D
(OOC: We are divine opposites? First of all--Satan is no way, never will be, I dunno how you thought that up--Divine! And if I am your enemy then that's kinda bad because, if you are my enemy then you are my friend's enemies. Why? Not because I'm doing something stupid--No, because you are against me for a totally stupid reason and I have no idea why you'd wanna be against me.

More than anything you'd wanna be for me Ole--And I don't say that to be boastful, proud of concieted--I say that cuz whoever hangs around me--Gets blessed! Whoever gets close to me as a friend--Grows in their faith and realizes things supernaturally! You are super naturally protected when you hang around me because I pray for my friends! I call them blessed and I call them well! When you do stuff like this it is only hurting yourself. I don't hate you Ole--No. More than anything, I'm gonna love on you with the love of Christ :)

Anywayz--A tip from me--Never ever ever tease negatively/make fun of/mock/speak against/gossip/talk smack about God's anointed. I fall in with the category of God's anointed and I will not hesitate to say that any tongue the speaks out against me will be condemned--I don't want you to be condemned homie :D

Well, this was nice to get off my chest--Talk to ya laterz! Oh, and @ Geno: Thanks homie :) I appreciate you taking a stand for me...:)