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[GreivousKhan]

Power Level: Flexible
Arena: Negotiable, don't care much.
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: None, or Negotiable
Stipulation: T1 rules, can weave into a story.

Kragimaeus The Thunder Beast

Name: Kragimaeus
Age: 437
Gender: Unknown (Assumed Male)
Race: Draegloths
Eyes: Red
Weight: 375 Ibs
Height: 8’ ft
Skin Color: Black with white fur

Character Tier: Intermediate

Physical Description: Kragimaeus stands at an easy 8 feet tall. He possess four arms: large claws on the upper arms and humanoid hands on the lower arms. His face is stretched so that he resembles that of a dog slightly. His flesh is also black and covered in a fine coat of white fur. Kragimaeus mane is a yellow-whitish; sweeping away from his face.

As a Draegloth Kragimaeus is immune to mundane poisons, as well as sleep-inducing spells and effects, and he is also resistant to most elemental energy. Specifically this includes his immunity to electricity and resistance to fire. Though he is vulnerable to sonic, ice and water based magic.

Personality Description:
Kragimaeus is not known for his intelligence, though he is far from stupid as Kragimaeus delights in bloodshed and has a coldly murderous mind that finds glee in malice. However, he is extremely loyal to the eldritch mothers -- as long as his mistress was a powerful priestess. If she weakened, he would defer to the next most powerful female.

Combat:
Draegloths use their upper arms for hand-to-hand combat, delighting in the carnage and death they can cause in melee. As such, they wade into battle without fear, and hold little consideration for tactics; though not unintelligent, Draegloths are impatient when it comes to slaughtering their prey. Kragimaeus is little different, though he has learned to use simple tools such as crossbows or swords and spears if necessary.

Physiology:

Basics
Draegloths are stronger and hardier than Humans, able to withstand even the most hostile environments unprotected, including hard vacuum, and are capable of living for centuries. They are a highly cunning species with a disproportionately large and adaptive brain that is housed in an elongated head. They combine extraordinary tactical sense and subtlety of mind with remarkable strength and quickness of body.

Draegloths are bipedal, standing in a perpetual crouch, and have two sets of arms, one equipped with Human-like hands, one with powerful ripping claws. Their dense musculature and the distending hinge of their jaw allows the generation of incredible bite-pressure. Their olfactory organ is linked at its base to the rear of their palate, combining their scent and taste for possible use as a sophisticated air-analysis method. They also display respiratory gill systems along the dermis/valves between their fused exo-ribs. This system is then somehow linked to breathing holes on their limbs and cranium.

Most noteworthy are Draegloths natural affinity toward electricity, through the use of internal organs in their chest cavity, Draegloths can produce electrical charges naturally. The Draegloth has three pairs of these abdominal organs that produce electricity: the main organ, the Hunter's organ, and the Sach's organ. These organs make up four-fifths of its chest region, and are what gives the Draegloth the ability to generate two types of electric organ discharges: low voltage and high voltage. This is similar to an electric eel, only the volts are far stronger, capable of putting down a raging bull with a few quick shocks in close range.

Strengths
Strength wise, they can lift almost four times their body weight. Despite their large size, Draegloths are very agile and fast, able to leap over fifty yards and perform quick rolls. Their speed reaching up to 200 mph in a dead sprint. It is with this speed, coupled with their strength, that Draegloths strike from hiding, taking their victims entirely by surprise if they can. They are sly creatures and possess highly developed sensory organs so they can see, smell, hear and taste their prey usually at roughly 100 or so feet away.

Shortcomings
While fast and strong, Draegloths are not all together that intelligent, though their predatory cunning allows them to create simple tactics such as ambushes. When injured they tend to become more savage while also prone to taking greater risks. Draegloths are also not very durable in terms of defensive capabilities. Their hides will deflect simple blades or knives, but larger weapons and ordinances rip right through them, forcing them to rely on their heightened speed and agility. Also of note, due to their affinity toward electricity, Draegloths are highly susceptible to water based attacks. Kragimaeus, while having a healthy reserve of it, can expand all his electricity in a fight if he is not careful.

Special Abilities:

Static- Kragimaeus’s mastery of his internal supply of electricity allows him to absorb incoming electrical charges. Such as from bolts of natural lighting from storms. He also tends to attract stray bolts of lightening due to his body's charge. Static visibly appears on Kragimaeus from time to time in the form of small little bolts running across his body. Physical attacks with one's bare hands or feet have a high chance of causing backlash damage on the attacker in the form of over a dozen volts. Not enough to kill or for long lasting harm, but do cause pain. Kragimaeus can focus this energy into a kind of static field to protect himself from attacks, defeating equal prepped or lower prepped attacks depending on energy type or form of the attack.

Lightning Rod- This is Kragimaeus ability to actively redirect lightning based attacks towards himself in order to recharge. Effectively feeding off the energy. It is possible one can overload him in this manner, though it would require allot of energy. (Some 4 preps depending on the characters tier)

Volt Tackle- To use this ability Kragimaeus can surround himself with a sphere of electricity then barrel into his opponent for substantial damage. This requires a prep of running toward his opponent. A single prep is equivalent to the energy of about 10 tons of TNT. Each prep increases this by a factor of ten. (so 3 preps is the force of 30 tons of TNT)

Lightning Bolt- Kragimaeus creates a green colored lightning ball using his mouth. After it gains a suitable size, he releases it towards opponent which may cause an explosion upon hitting. A single charge is the equivalent of 100 volts, with every turn prepping this attack increasing the damage by a factor of 50 volts.

Electric Thunder- To enact, Kragimaeus simply crouches down on all fours, and conducts several thousand volts of electricity through his body, zapping opponents that come in contact in an area of 10 feet. The damage, duration and horizontal range are determined by the charge time. A single prep is required to create Electric Thunder.

Character Equipment:

Kragimaeus possess no weapons or equipment of any kind, but for his vicious claws, which count as magical weapons when shrouded in his natural electricity. Allowing him to harm incorporeal undead and other similar creatures. He can charge his claws for an attack, these carrying anywhere between 20 volts to over 50 volts depending on prep time.

Or one of the characters from this link.

The Beast Forge

[Inuyasha]

Request 1
Power Level: Normal
Arena: Any of your choosing
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: None
Stipulation: Challenger preferred to be fantasy, T1 Rules, and story be worked in somehow

I will use this character

Hider

Name: Trimeac Mikusch

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Half Dwarf, Half Human -- his father was a human and mother was a dwarf

Class: Rogue

Physical Description: Gashes and scars jag across Trimeac’s arms, running deep as rivers. He is a burly black male with shrewd eyes and a bulbous nose. He is short for a human, but tall for a dwarf, standing at five foot exactly and weighing in at 190 lbs. He has a very big and dense build, although not exactly a muscular one. Just above his very thick and bushy black eyebrows, in the middle of his forehead, is a bright, burning red tattoo -- the Mikusch family crest, a symbol that brought respect. He wore a dark blue cloak, which at the bottom was tearing up, and at the top was lined with fur. He had a pair of matching, thick blue gloves and boots with gold accents. A furry green bandana is wrapped around his mouth.

Skillset:
Lightfooted - Trimeac can easily sneak by unnoticed and clandestine due to his many years of learning the art of stealth.
Craftsmenship - His excellent smithing and craftmanship can both be attributed to his dwarven blood, but also to his many years spent face to face with the undying heat of the smoldering forge.
Knife Throwing - Trimeac can aim and throw daggers with border-line disturbing accuracy, being able to hit a moving target from as far as fifty yards out. It is a skill he slaved away at to master.
Swordsmanship - He has mastered the art of the sword and the dagger -- something which is practically required in his line of work. Although he prefers the quick jabs and dodges of the dagger, he is adept with the sword as well.

Natural Abilities:
Agility - Born with strong legs, Trimeac is capable of propelling himself out of the way of most attacks. Although he is no parkourist, he certainly can dodge.
Thick Skin - Because of his tough dwarven skin, Trimeac is resistant to extreme temperatures and is hurt much less by blunt object hits.

Equipment:

• Molotov cocktails -- made of discarded wine bottles, a lonely rag, and oil used to light lamps, these homemade cocktails are deadly, leaving a plateau of fire wherever they land.
• 2X Steel Dagger - a simple dagger, used when he sneaks up on his foes. It is shiny steel, and measures in at 7 and a half inches, being 2 inches wide. The knife is curved, harken to a karambit.
• 5x Throwing Knives - They are 3 inches each, made of simple iron.
• A lighter

Request 2
Power Level: Powered
Arena: Any of your choosing
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: None
Stipulation: T1 Rules, and story be worked in somehow

I will use this character

Hider

Name: Hephaestus
Tier: Powered
Gender: Male
Height: 8"5
Weight: 950 lbs, pure muscle
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Remorseless, merciless killer -- a hitman if you will, but not the silent kind
Handed: Ambidextrous, both arms blocks of bruising muscle. However, the left arm can hit much harder due to certain, "augmentations" to be described later
Armor: A heavy, thick 3 inch iron chest plate rests on Hephaestus broad chest and two inch shoulder plates made of a mixture of titanium, copper, and diamond rest on his shoulders. He does not even notice the heavy armor due to his immense strength. On his gauntlet which resides on his left arm, the fore-arm portion of the gauntlet is an inch of pure iron. On his right arm, he wears another 1-inch iron arm-guard which extends from his wrist to just under his shoulder. This right armor piece is concealed under his clothing.
Skin color: His skin is a grey-ish pale, looking sickly, likely due to the countless expirements and augmentations that Hephaestus has fallen victim to. No one has seen Hephaestus's face in years, as it is always covered by a bandana and the brim of his hat, likewise most likely due to some horrible disfiguration that the expiriments had on him

History:

INTERVIEWEE: CHIEF DOCTOR JOHN GREEN
INTERVIEWER: WITHHELD FOR SAFETY OF INTERVIEWER
DATE: CLASSIFIED

"Not much is known, nor remembered about the Project Hephaeustus subject's early life. And there sure as hell ain't no records for it, that project was all off the books. I don't know if it's ever going to get declassified as if it is, all involved would probably be imprisoned for years, as what we did there was extremely inhumane. That was the last project I ever worked on at the labratories, I couldn't live with what we had done, what we had created, and I resigned from my position."

*Subject looks to distance, reminiscing, with sadness and regret in his eye*

"Sorry, what was the question? Ah yes, the test subject's origin. I believe, if my memory serves me correctly, it was a child abducted from the slums, or perhaps a homeless one. One that we believed wouldn't be missed if gone missing. The labratory supplied us with the kid, so I knew little of his background. But our test subjects were recieved almost all in that way, so I would be surprised if he wasn't. When we got him, we hooked him up to some tubing and machines and took some of his vitals. What we wanted to do would work on him, he had the right genes. See, what you gotta understand is that if the subject had the wrong genes, our expiriment was ruined. Unpredictable results could occur, sometimes horrible disfigurations or mental lapses. Before we got down what the genes were, we went through a lot of test subjects to figure out what the right combination was, and I saw a lot of them first hand. Terrible stuff, I tell you."

*Interviewee pulls out a pack of cigarettes. After flipping the top of the box, he shoves it in the direction of the interviewer asking him if he would like one. The interviewer politely declines. He lights the cigarette with a lighter from his pocket, and takes a quick drag.*

"Well, this brings us to the juicy stuff, I suppose. We injected the poor soul with something nicknamed "Super-Roids." It's scientifical name is Muscle and Build Enhancement Serum. I'll never forget the screaming that ensued, as the boy's muscles and bones largened to what must have been at least 4 times their normal size. Poor thing couldn't even recognize itself when the proccess was over. His face... his face was awful, let's just leave it at that."

*Subject takes a very long hit of his cigarette before looking off distantly. The interviewer clears his throat, and the subject is snapped back to reality.*

"Sorry, where was I? Then, once we figured everything was right and all, we outfitted him with some gnarly augmentations. This dude could probably tear a human being in half with little to no effort. Plus, we had some new tech stuff brought over from R and D, and we outfitted him with that as well. This thing was going to be a brutal killing machine. I guess that's when my humanity kicked in, and I couldn't look at the thing in it's test tube without feeling immense guilt. I decided to sneak into the lab at night and let the poor thing free. I don't know what I was thinking, I didn't think about any of the repercussions. That was years ago. I have no idea where he is now, but sometimes I see things on the news that make me think I've found him again."

*** END INTERVIEW ***
IMPORTANT NOTE: INTERVIEWEE DECEASED 2 YEARS LATER BY BEING TORN IN HALF, IN WHAT SEEM TO BE STRING OF MURDERS RELATED TO ALL THOSE WHO WORKED ON PROJECT HEPHAESTUS

Augumentations/Abilities

• Extreme Strength - The Super-Roids, Muscle and Build Enhancement Serum, or whatever you want to call it has increasted Hephaestus's strength astronomically, turning him into something of a freak of nature. He can lift upwards of 4,000 lbs (2 metric tons), and easily smash things like concrete or punch right through a sheet of steel. The intense muscles in Hephaestus' legs make it so that he can run and jump 2.5 metres high, only to come land down and causing severe damage to the floor. He is no athlete however, and he is not capable of running fast speeds, but that is not to say he is immobile.
• Tough Skin / Durability - The roids have given him super thick and durable skin. Whilst it it is nothing like being as hard as a rock, the skin takes strong exertions of force to be broken. He is more durable, being able to take several serious wounds that no human could ever survive.
• Augmentation: Eye - In the labratories, they removed Hephaestus' left eye and replaced it with a glowing blue electronic eye. They can see in the dark, detect heat, and magnify things.
• Augumentation: Left Arm - The arm has been wired to even further compound the immense strength Hephaestus has. He can charge the arm up, and release the charge, so to speak which cause an extreme vibration for up to five seconds which vibrates so fast that it is possible to gring bones to dust and to create a bloody mess of a human... literally.

Equipment, Weapons, Etc.

• A giant broadsword, which he has shoddily fashioned out of a truck bumper as the blade, and a large plumbing pipe as the hilt. The blade measures five feet in length, and is too heavy for anyone who is not strong enough to pick up. He generally weilds the sword in his right hand, keep his augumented left hand open to attack. The bumper sword is kept strapped to his back via a leather strap.
• A gauntlet which he dons on his left hand. The gauntlet features a small barrel that protrudes from the top of the gauntlet. This barrel is capable of firing rapid machine gun fire, and being used as a flamethrower of sorts. The controls for the gauntlet are located on the palm of the glove, being a holographic touch screen. Hephaestus usually simply taps the holo screen with his left middle finger, whilst aiming his gun for easy access. (sort of like the spiderman web shooters =P)
• Two very large Luger pistols, made specifically for him. He seldom uses the two, each with only six shots available to fire.

[Dragoknighte]

Power Level: Any way you want it
Arena: That's the way you need it
Victory: KO or equivalent severe injury, Forfeit
Wager: None. Unless you want to make a wager IC or something.
Stipulation: None. Unless you want there to be.

Empty Character Sheet for my own use

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Example characters I might use

Ricardo

Name: Ricardo San-Miguel
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Occupation: Garbageman

Appearance
Skin Tone: Slightly Tan
Hair: Short, buzz-cut brown-black hair on the top, with a bit of stubble due to forgetting to shave sometimes
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 11" (180 cm)
Weight: 223 lbs (101 kg)
Build: Muscular
Other: Has a flattened nose from it being broken several times in the past.

Combat
Tier: Normal
Fighting Style: Street Fighting
Weapons & Gadgets: None
Powers: None. Ricardo's just a strong guy who's good at fighting.

Bio Ricardo doesn't talk about himself much, at home, at work or in public. When at work he does his job as best as he can. When he gets off, Ricardo likes to wander the streets, challenging punks and drunks to street fights. Recently, he's gotten into a habit of picking fights with known martial artists, and warriors because it was getting too easy to beat up the punks, which has garnered him a limited amount of fame to those in the underground.

Isle

Name: Ilse Priska Schermer
Race:Lich
Age: 128
Gender: N/A was previously female
Occupation:Sorceror

Appearance
Skin Tone: No skin left. Plenty of bones.
Hair: None
Eye Color: Eyes have long since disappeared, only sickly green light from within remains
Height: 5' 5" (165 cm)
Weight: 30 lbs (13.6 kg)
Build: Skeleton
Other:

Combat
Tier: Powered
Fighting Style: Spellcasting
Weapons & Gadgets: Ilse has her all important Phylactery, the source of her Undeath hidden away. Destroying this destroys her permanently, otherwise, she can just regenerate an injuries sustained (including complete disintegration) after waiting awhile. How long varies. It could be a few days, a few months or several years.
Powers: Ilse is not actually a very good fighter at all. She is a skilled spellcaster, with over a century of experience, specializing in necromancy and lightning magic. She has these abilities as quick-term things can do it battle. She has other spells, but they would take far too long to be any use in combat or are not suited to fighting.

Spells

-Raise Dead: Ilse can reanimate dead bodies to do her bidding. If the body is fresh, it will come back as an empty shell, but with most of the powers it had during life. A slightly decayed corpse will return as a zombie, mindless, slow, but surprisingly durable and retaining an unexpected amount of strength to those unfamiliar with the undead. Skeletons will be skeletons, weak, but more agile than their fleshy brothers and nearly immune to thrusting weapons on account of there being nothing to pierce
-Soul Sight: Ilse no longer has eyes, but sees with the magic keeping her together. In effect, she cannot be blinded by conventional means and can see spirits and the souls of creatures instead of the being itself.
-Soul Consumption: Ilse can consume disembodied souls whole, integrating them into her being. Each soul increases her power, and over the past 50 or so years, Ilse has consumed many souls.
-Life Drain: A weaker form of Soul Consumption and one of the few abilities she has that works well up close Ilse can drain the life force of living beings that she has grabbed with at least one of her hands. It doesn't heal her or power her up like consuming a soul would, but it makes the other guy weaker.
-Soul Burn: As an emergency measure, Ilse can burn one of the souls she has collected to supercharge a spell. This process destroys the soul in question but works instantaneously, sacrificing long term power for short term gain. Undead raised witha Soul Burn are stronger, faster and more intelligent, carrying a degree of autonomy, but quickly degrade and crumble into dust after a couple minutes.
-Arcane Blast: A quick, weak blast of magical energy
-Lightning Bolt: Ilse fires a bolt of lightning magic from her hand. It hurts like a motherfucker.
-Ball Lightning: Ilse can create a ball of lightning that travels along the ground. When it bumps into something, it explodes.
-Lightning Burst: Electricty explodes in a 10 meter radius centered on Ilse's body. A good way to get fighter types away.
-Lightning Whip: Ilse creates a length of lightning magic roughly 2 meters long that she can use as a melee weapon if she needs one.
-Call Lightning: Ilse calls upon nature to create natural lightning that can strike anywhere she dictates within 100 meters of herself. It takes awhile to set up, but is her strongest offensive ability. (3 posts of undisturbed prep time) However, whether she hits or misses, she only gets one shot in a battle unless it's particularly storm. Furthermore, in stormy conditions it takes less time to set up, since lightning is already everywhere. (1 post prep) In cloudless conditions it takes even longer to build up (5 posts).

Bio: Ilse was born the daughter of a scholar and from an early age studied magic and its effects on the world. As the years went on she eventually became a renowned sorceress by her own merits. However as her skills grew, so did her lust for power. Recognizing the rapid aging of her body, Ilse studied the forbidden art of necromancy and learned of how she can acquire a form of immortality through Lichdom. Since becoming undead, Ilse has spent mosst of her unlife learning more about magic and boosting her own power through the consumption of souls.

[Descartes]

I hope people are still using this.

Power Level:

Powered Human, way stronger than a normal person, not strong enough to be a living god.

Arena:

Don't care

Victory Requirements:

When one is either unwilling, or incapable of fighting. That, or either fighter says "I quit"

Wager:

Why?

Stipulation:

Preferably a character with more or less the same power level as the toon I presented, though a lot of the time I like fighting dudes that appear stronger. Puzzle bosses are my thing, but I'd normally use characters with more direct powers if only because it's more fun (probably) for everybody else. I like "fun" things, but the term is subjective. I know the characters I make tend to be a little flippant in presentation and that does seem to drive a few people away. P-please love me ;_;

I currently have but one character worth fighting

[bushidoxisamu2]

Power level: Powered
Arena: Any
Victory Requirement: Death, KO, Forfeit, Surrender, Draw, etc
Wager:Negotiable
Stipulation: first match can be till a knockout or surrender but if a rematch is issued then 100pts will be put down on the line and characters will be switched out if needed.

The challenger (until I post up the others)

Mage Hunter

Name: Shido Busujima

Nickname: Mage Hunter

Age:???

Weight:120lbs(without equipment and amor)

Height: 5'11

Appearance

Bio: He doesn't share his personal life to just anyone. If he is feeling chatty then maybe he'll share his story.

Equipment

Equipment:
-Armor: The Mage Hunter's armor is made of the lightest metal with a small pinch of magical properties to reinforce it. Making his armor along with his helmet and gauntlets a generic version to mythrl. (Lord of the rings for reference.) With his armor; he can withstand normal gunfire from regular pistols to military assault vehicle's high caliber turrets,(if enchanted to withstand it before hand) but it does have its draw backs. His armor is flexible to a certain degree so he may preform acrobatic feats and be light on his toes in the heat of combat, and it's because of this that he might have have some serious bruises when he leaves the field. To scale this to how much it can take is like this: small regular firearms doesn't make much of an impact other then getting knocked off his feet if the force behind it suffices. Assault riffles would feel like getting hit by paintballs.(close range making serious bruises and could wear him out mentally if not careful) and high powered shotguns up close would knock the wind out of him at close range, high possibility for something to crack or fracture internally. His armor and equipment may be special, but he is still human inside.

-Head: A helmet equipped with air filters to withstand tear gas or any bio toxins plus a bit of technological flare; his headgear is equipped with few upgrades. Simple in nature yet life saving when needed.

•For example: unique optics that gives him perfect 20/20 sight in high definition. With properties to zoom in or highlight specific items, objects, and people at forty feet max and get a reading of how far they are relatively to him. If someone were to have any weapon or item then it would be highlighted as a warming of what someone is carrying. Only thing is it has to be in the open partially for it to identify and be highlighted. Any unique item will also be highlighted but, if it's something rare and has yet to be seen for common use then it will still be highlighted. So if it proves to be lethal then it will be marked down for future reference. He can also highlight specific spots and map out any plan in his helmet, making a 3-D model that only he can see and thoroughly plan out any action he'll make.

•thermal and night vision specs: self explanatory as it has the maximum sight range of forty feet with that same properties as the optics. Used to see from when anyone who's hiding in concealing gas, shadows at night, or something of the same properties. Downside it can't see through anything supernatural or magical component that blocks normal sight.

•Meta scanner: Analyzes any magical properties to further exploit on what arsenal his opponent has. Problems with it is that it has to be something obvious in nature or whatever it looks like is how its first perceived. (Someone having a fireball in hand and guesses what it's probably used for, spells that give an appearance of a barrier of some sorts, etc) the scanner cant go in depth to what it does specifically until it's used and seen. Like a specific magic circle that summons a monster, a phantasmal bullet that explodes on impact, etc.. Once the criteria is met and fully sees what a specific ability does is when he can plan to counter it. One post needed to see any magical aura that radiates from weapons or items. Two post required and must focus his attention to make a thorough scan if ability is not yet used, and the third is when it makes a full analysis to see what it's basic properties. (Reads it's versatile, could freeze a target, paralyze someone, etc)

-Torso: Other then a few engravings for wards and protection(which its properties will be explained under special abilities) has a few hidden sheaths for throwing daggers that are 7in in total length with the blade 4in long and 2in wide. Two on the back and two on the sides. A small utility belt on his hips with six small bags that have three ping pong ball sized smoke bomb that can fill up a 10x10 room of cubic feet, and another three same sized balls that acts like a flash bang. They are a one time use and once used, it's gone until resupplied.

-Arms: hands equipped with gauntlets with the finger tips having a special water proof marker. To write down his words of power. (explanation is under the special abilities category) the inner forearms are also equipped with hidden sheathed daggers, one each arm. And two blades on the outer forearm (similar to how batman has his) for when he is either in close quarters combat or whenever the situation calls for their use.

-Legs: another set of hidden daggers, one on each leg. And special equipped boots that two inch blades stick out from behind the heels.

Special Weapons

Special Weapons

-Primary weapon= Magical black blade katana: this blade has magical properties that makes it light as a pencil, as well as making it a fine point edge to cut a red olk tree clean and slice sturdy metals like a hot knife through butter without making it dull. Only thing is that when going against another magical weapon of some sorts, it acts and fights like any old katana and could possibly dull the sword if given a thorough beating. This sword can be enchanted to give it an additional perk in its fighting capabilities but will not last forever.(listed under special abilities) measurements at 3 1/4 feet long total length, 2ft blade length and 1in blade width.

Main Blade

-secondary weapons
•Twin short swords: Nothing special in the sense of magical properties. However; the blades were given a special design that it can hook regular swords and possibly snapping them in half. A good blade edge that your above average sword, can be dulled in time, but made from a light sturdy steel so it can be light and deadly. These may also be magically enchanted but not permanent. Measurements 20in long in total, fifteen inch long blade, 3in wide blade width[/hider=Twin Short]

•GunBlade Katana: a bent inward katana with a barrel on the back. Made in style like a Winchester rifle revolver mix with the katana frame. Loaded with five regular 9mm bullets that is also magically enhanced to shoot phantasmal rounds! When the first set has been unloaded it takes one post to "load" a phantasm bullet. Unlimited of that specific ammunition. Sadly it fires like any other bullet. For it to be enhanced to do anything then fire "regular" bullets requires and additional post. (Special abilities)Another perk is with three post charge can fire a volley of phantasmal bullets like a shot gun to push away pesky opponents or annihilate them(depending on what they are wearing as protection)
Two faults from it is the regular 9mm bullets cannot turn into phantasms and there must be no regular rounds inside, so it's one or the other. Lastly the phantasm rounds have a shorter range, regular bullet can fire up to 20yards while the phantasm's range is divided in half. If the target is one inch out of the phantasm's reach will only feel a breeze as the bullet fades away before reaching its attended target. The range for the phantasmal volley is a twenty foot cone that spreads out fifteen feet out. Anyone an inch shy away from the range will feel a gust of wind blowing through their hair.
Measures a 2 2/3 ft long in total length, 2ft long blade, 2in blade width, 14in long barrel

GunBlade

Special Abilities

Special abilities

-Words of Power: He has been gifted by using a limited set of "words" to further enhance him for when he is fighting against opponents five times greater or more then the average man. It's a mystery on how he obtain it(since he doesn't give that kind of thing out like candy) but still proves its worth. Though everything he uses has a small price to pay.(which it'll be explained later on) certain abilities can't either work together or won't be able stack. Which will go into detail in the list...

•Cancel: simple yet effective. What this word of power is used to cancel out certain things temporarily or of its a barrier then destroying them or make openings. Writing this down on either his palms or his swords, he has the effectiveness to negate a certain ability and put a two post wait before being able to charge the specific ability up. If the counter total is three or greater then the charge counter of the ability, then the attack will be followed by seven ghostly chain in a attempt to restrain an opponent. When the chains grab ahold of said person, it'll slowly drain away his/her powers if that person doesn't escape them. If no charge is required for that specific person to use then one post charge is required to negate.The only way this will work is if he understands the ability from his opponent and sees it happening before him. Requirements other then that is it must be charged the same amount his foe puts onto their ability. So because of that; one charge equals two counters against it.(how many charges one makes, Mage hunter must match with the same amount of counters if not more.) another is he has to make contact. (Either by hand or sword to able to go through) last thing is if it is put onto primary his weapon then its effects are also negated for the time being, making it like any other katana until the ability has been used. If put on GunBlade then its phantasmal rounds will not be lethal for the purpose of negating an effect, plus requiring an addition just for one phantasm bullet. (One to load that round, plus the number of charges for the cancel to work, plus additional three for a volley effect.) Get the idea? This can work with any ability, just that the cost takes tremendous amount of time to do so.

•Lightning step: writing down this word of power onto both of his legs on the first post before he can use this ability that can only have one additional stack. He can move up to ten feet with a single flash before stopping at where point B is two times only for a single charge.(ten feet to point B then again to point C) Allowing him to basically "teleport" from one spot to the next. The draw backs to this is one straight shot, so can't make a sudden turn if something is in the way in mid travel and he can't make a drastic stop. This ability only makes a ten foot jump, no more no less.(basically has to plan on where he wants to go before doing it.) the momentum carried with him will be the same as he first started. (If he stand still then at the end he still be standing, jogging will still be jogging, etc) if he gets sent flying by an and makes the jump; he will reach whatever direction he wants, but will still go to the same direction he was sent to. (Example: if he was sent hurdling back to a pillar, he can make a "jump" to go left or right. He'll dodge the pillar but still will be flying back because his original momentum.) he can only take one person during his trips but only for tactical purposes. After four times of the first use, it will be one post to catch his breath. Can only stack this ability once

•Mirror Edge: this ability taking a post charge to make three copy cats of himself. Which only last for one use every time. (they can throw a punch once, they can block one thing, etc) but they can walk and not do a thing for three posts. After the first post of not doing anything then one fades away. As for the title of this; they mirror any actions he does and doesn't have free will on its own. The duplicates can spawn anywhere near five feet of him and facing in any direction(basically if he wants to make a specific action then it's thought out before hand) once hit they expire even if they didn't get to preform a command. Can stack one more post for six but will lose two every time they don't do something. Can't be charge along with anything else other then strength boost. (Has to have one already charge before usage)

•Exploding Phantasms: A skill only for his GunBlade alone; he can make the phantasmal rounds explode on impact! A extra charge post is required before "loading" before he can unleash it. If it were to miss then it'll still detonate a like minor frag grenade. So even being close to it you'll still need to be light on your feet or feel it's wrath. A deadly combination if it's mixed into a volley. Requiring two post before charging up a volley, the danger only increase to have the same impact as a anti tank mine! Exploding away from the point of fire so that it'll keep the user safe while his target is another story..

•Air jump: since he can't fly the only best thing is this. Being able to jump into the air and a few more times in any direction. During this state he is lightest weight so he'll glide back to the ground if his momentum is not going down fast. Takes one post to charge, writing this down on his legs as well and can hold up to three jumps. Every jump is five feet.(do the math) because of this he can't use lightning step along with this and has to use this before using the other, and vice versa.

•strength boost: normally can dead lift 150lbs fine with no trouble and can pack a punch a professional UFC fighter. This temporary boost will make him strong enough to throw a school bus over twenty feet, be able to punch a bank's vault door open on a single strike, and take getting hit by a big rig at full speed or c-4 charge blowing up right in front of him and take it like a boss. This boost can only be acquired through four post of charge while can be charge with anything else and will only last for three. After it wears off; there is a eight post cool down, and depending on what he did during his boost can either be tired or his body feeling numb everywhere, etc for three post.

•kinetic shell: this one has already been engraved onto his chest plate and shoulder(refer to pic) a added on layer of protection that acts like a shield with spikes. By that it means that any regulator magical projectile/attack that would strike anywhere on his armor, will trigger a explosive reaction of pure energy. Propelling ballistics back and fend off against any high powered attack.(like getting shot by a tank or dealing with anti tank rounds, this armor will react accordingly to defend against it) It explodes for the his body outward to either push away deadly attacks, create a gap between enemies, push off enemies who are dog piled on him, etc.. With only three layers on protection and after that must wait one post and then three more post to get it back in order.

•Merciful healing: it means what it says; its a healing ability that is not used for himself......but for his rival combatant. This is written on the fallen foe's chest or forehead so they can recover from the battle fought against the Mage hunter. Only thing about it is it would be from a willing person, of that specific person wish to be healed then it's granted to him. A fail safe is added on to it that would negate any special properties on said person until Shido has left the field and away from danger. The only reason why he has this very specific ability is that if he likes the fight and wishes to fight the person again in a later time, it gives the opponent to recover and train more to another skirmish.

Physical Attributes

Physical Attributes

-His body is limber and flexible, making him able to preform parkour even with the equipment that he carries with him.

-Able to adapt into the environment or specific scenario that requires him to think fast. With a little help of his helmet along with his special abilities, his able to coordinate attacks and be able to be one step ahead of his enemies.

-High endurance and pain tolerance. Able to allow what manages to get through to his armor and abilities that drain his spirit to suck it up and take it like a man! Fighting till he literally reaches breaking point and can't stand anymore.

-Even though he is human; he is able to run as fast as an Olympian track star, fight the top human fighters of the world like if they were nothing street thugs. (Worlds best karate master, Brazilian ju jitsu, wrestling, savate, etc) his back won't be broken so easily like Bane did to Batman.

-He is a hunter in nature and a assassin when need to be. He is specifically trained to deal with powered up enemies and hopes to teach them a lesson or put them six feet under. A challenging task but he'll never will refuse an opportunity when it comes knocking on his door.

-Trained so his swords is an extension of himself. With his blades at his side; he'll never stick to one fighting style as he improvises to see what works best in facing a note worthy foe.

-his only weakness is he is human! Despite being naturally gifted; If someone were to get a clear opening to take him out then he will die. Without his armor and special gauntlets, he'd have to write down his words of power by either carving it with a dagger or use his own blood as his ink.

[Takashi]

Power Level: Powered - High Powered
Arena: Go nuts
Victory Requirement: Death, KO, Forfeit, Time Out (see stipulations)
Wager: (optional) Asymmetrical betting - Each combatant rolls a d100 until they get a number 25 or higher. That is your wager. On your honor, you will report the first valid number you roll as your wager.

Stipulations: All stipulations are negotiable. I'm really just using this to flesh out my preferences.

power scaling

Power Scaling - I will accept challenges from characters either stronger or weaker than mine providing their power levels are balanced out. The challenger may decide whether the strong guy gets nerfed, the weak guy gets buffed, or they meet in the middle. Quantitative changes only will be made to the necessary character's capabilities; no abilities should be added/removed, only altered to even out the matchup. Players should provide a modified CS for themselves and the judge indicating what changes were made before the battle begins. Both players should agree on said changes.

maximum battle length

Maximum battle length - To ensure a definite end to the battle and to promote a "dramatic climax," there will be a designated number of "combat posts" per player for the battle (recommended default: 20). Combat posts are the actual battle posts. They do not include intro posts or story related stuff leading up to the battle, nor does it include merely drawing a weapon or taking a fighting pose. Combat posts will only begin once action is taken against another player, and they do include the first attack against a player. Combat posts are the maximum number of posts that can be made before the battle ends; characters can be killed, KOed, or surrender before that limit is reached, in which case the battle will end. Once both players have exhausted all combat posts, the next player in sequence may react to the last combat post to resolve the action, but may not take any additional actions against the other player. The judge will then decide who wins or if the battle is a draw. The winner may make a final auto-hit to incapacitate the loser. If a draw, both players may make a disengagement post. I know this seems like a lot, but it's fundamentally simple and only exists to prevent fights from dragging on.

time limit

Time Limit - To keep battles moving along, all participants have 48 hours (time recommended, but negotiable) to respond to a post. Failure to respond consumes a combat post (see above) and results in an auto-hit. Two failures to respond results in a loss.

the banned arts

I will not fight against characters with super healing factor, teleportation, or speeds that are arbitrarily close to teleportation.

Characters: Have a look...

[Athinar]

Fight Criteria

Power Level: Normal/Powered/High-Powered/God
Arena: Anywhere. Anytime. Seriously.
Victory Requirements: Death, K/O, Forfeit
Wager: Depends on the match.
Stipulation: None, except I ask that you keep your challenge right around one of my character's levels. No Daemon Gods challenging a warrior in a loincloth, now.

Athinar Khaek

Name: Athinar Khaek
Age: Since the creation of the universe.
Gender: Male
Rank: Powered, High-Powered(Basically the higher end of Powered, but not quite God-Tier,) or God-Tier (variable)

Basic Appearance

Picture

Hair: Jet Black
Facial hair: None.
Eyes: Red.
Build: Lithe, like a panther, yet not frail.
Height: 6 foot, 5 inches
Weight: 210 lb. - 8.5 tons.
Special features: Face has often been described as that of an angel, but one that hides something malevolent beneath.

Combat credentials-
Athinar, depending on the match, can choose whether to purposefully limit his abilities or not. For fun.

Combat style:
(Powered)- Something like Kenjutsu
(High-Powered)- Spellcasting/Swordfighting.
(God)- His full immortal Voidform.

Abilities:

Powered

Peak Physical Condition- In Powered form, Athinar has the physical ability of a soldier, Olympic athlete, or trained assassin.

Blade of The Void- Athinar summons a katana out of shadowy mist, which is a plane that doubles as a portal to the void, and can cut through most materials, although at this tier, it can be stopped by superdense alloys. It can be dispelled and recreated within 0.5 of a second. The blade is 32 inches long, and 1.5 inches wide.

Arcane Style: Soldier- Athinar can reinforce his body with raw magical energy, doubling his strength, speed, agility, and durability. However, this only lasts for two minutes, and leaves him exhausted, afterwards.

High-Powered

Enhanced Physical ability- Athinar has physical abilities beyond that of a normal human being, being noticeably stronger and faster than any human, no matter their physical condition or training. However, compared to demigods or superheroes, Athinar is generally average.

Blade of The Void- The same thing, except it can cut through any non-magical object.

Overlord Armor- Athinar can conjure a magical armor that allows him to know anything that happens around him in a 30 meter radius, no matter if it is obscured, (except if it is magically concealed). The armor is extremely tough, and can resist up to 2.184 petajoules of force.

Arcane Style: Soldier- Instead of just doubling his strength, speed, agility and durability, Athinar can triple these attributes, and the ability lasts for fifteen minutes, and while he is still exhausted afterward, it lasts for thirty seconds, before he is at full capability again.

Arcane Style: Bind- Athinar creates a super-dense cube around a single target, created from whatever materials are at hand. (i.e: if on a road, the cube would be made of asphalt, if in a cemetery, it would be formed from gravestones.)

Arcane Style: Sigil- Athinar summons a magical sigil that can be bound to accomplish one task. However, without preparation, the Sigil can only project elemental energy.

Arcane Style: Shield- Athinar can summon a magical shield that can block any ONE attack. He can only summon ONE shield at a time. However, this shield can block ANY attack, but if there are enough attacks in succession, it can hit Athinar easily.

Arcane Style: Gate- Athinar can open a portal to a pocket dimension, from which long, spindly, gray arms attempt to drag a target into. These arms are as strong as a normal human, and have claws. At the least, there are 10 arms, and at the most, 25. Once inside the dimension, the target is attacked by mysterious gray figures with no definite shape, except for their freakishly long arms and enormous fanged jaws.

God

At God-tier, Athinar is capable of molding the Void into any form, opening unlimited portals into his pocket dimension, immortality (although his form can be dispersed briefly,) consuming anything less than a God, and splitting himself into multiple selves.

Gear:
A single adamant katana, a physical double of the Blade.

Bio:
Athinar is the incarnation of evil in a distant world, which was destroyed by the ravages of time long ago, in a distant dimension. He was created by a Grand Creator, who set him against Sarin, the Lady of Light, with a smile and a pat on the back. He has razed towns and cities, caused nations and empires to fall, and murdered countless billions. That all said, he isn't that bad of a guy. He cares for his minions, up to the point that it infringes upon his efficiency. Can't have feelings get in the way of destruction, now can we?

Due to his being immortal, his physical form on a particular world can be killed, but between worlds, he lives in the Void, untouchable and almost infinitely powerful.

And these guys, too.

[Giovanni Carter]

Power Level: powered
Arena: Does not matter
Victory Requirements: KO, Escape, Forfeit
Wager: To Be Determined
Stipulation: T1 style roleplay only. My blades have effects that I must detail a certain way. Here is your opponent:

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85187-giovannis-character-stash/ooc/#post-2944626

[Fallenreaper]

I'll be writing all match requirements for each Character independently right here. New characters, challenges, and more will be added into this post which I will make a mention in the OoC of this thread.

Power Level: Non Powered/ Realistic
Arena Type: I rather start off with one that has low or no magical abilities for my first few matches then gradually build up to them as I gain experience
Character or Characters Available/Involved:

Iron Horse

Name: Iron Horse (birth name) Iron Jameson (preferred name)
Combat Magic Ability: None
Arena Classification Range: Mild Realism/Normal & No Powers
Dominant Hand: Right (but has good dexterity in both)

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Hider

Race: Human, Native American
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 190 lbs

Physical Description: A classical image of his ancestry, Iron has many features expected on a stereotype Indian. His frame well built and fit, muscles no too thick to make himself inhuman or above normal. Other features include from his ebony hair cut to the shoulder length with slightly wavy locks, his bang sides braided to frame his strong face and ended with three bright red beads. When in combat he will pull his hair back into a single, hanging ponytail resting at his shoulders middle.

His desert brown eyes are often filled with mischief which doesn’t belong on such a chiseled face. On the right side one is where a distinct scar lies, trailing a quarter from the far end of it and trails down to his jaw line. It stands out against chestnut skin color thanks to the slightly lighter hue. Under his clothes are various amount of scars, few too close to being lethal, crisscrossing over his surface telling the world he isn’t quite a master in the art of war. In addition to his minor scars, a black inked tribal design of a rearing horse starts at his upper right shoulder front and ends at his just believe his pectoral muscle though it’s once perfect surface has been marred slightly because of scar tissue.

Attire: Casual jeans, tee shirt and boots, or whatever fit the weather at the combat area if prepared.

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Hider

[This alter depending on the battle requirement]

Weapons

Weapon Type: Bladed [Specialized]
Brief Description: Though Iron has trained primarily on traditional tomahawks, both utility and combative, he has a particular fondness for a weapon dubbed the Kalihawk by it's creators. It is much lighter, weighing at 17 oz, and smaller than most traditional tomahawks. This enables him more control and speed with his strikes, increasing his improvisation success.
Size:
* Total Length: 10 1/4 inches
* Grip: 6 3/16 inches
Modifications: Yes from the traditional Tomahawk
* Lighter weight
* Smaller size
* Designed for combat so balanced design

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Weapon Type: Bladed
Brief Description:
Made of Grivory steel, this wicked bladed weapon is modeled after a cat claw with greater slicing and puncturing ability than the cute little kitty. Weight in at 2.3 oz, Iron is able to swerve it in and out from his palm to cause quick, clean cuts through clothing and flesh.
Size:
* Overall: 8 1/2 inches
* Blade: 4 inches
* Blade Thickness: 7.5 mm
* Handle: 4 1/2 inches
Modifications: No

Accessories

None

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Hider

Senses
(All senses are still within human range, just are just more trained than others.)
Sight-Acute
Smell-Average
Touch-Average
Taste-Obtuse *
Sound-Acute

Attributes

Strength- Human Range: Out all of his attributes, Iron's strength is the most developed. On a dead lift, he is able to hoist at least 260 lbs. (about 117 kg) before he starts to feels stressed when more weight is piled on crumbling at around 275 lbs ( about 124 kg) max. {Source Aid}
Speed- Human Range: Iron can sprint a 100m at 16 seconds, often leaving him exhausted and breath since this is pushing his limit. {Source Aid}
Reaction, to Stimulus- Human Range: Visual 0.25 seconds, audio 0.18 seconds, and touch 0.16 seconds.
{Source aid}
Other- N/A

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Hider

Fighting Influences

~Martial Arts- Due to Kali having thousands on thousands of different forms, styles and flavors, Iron primarily uses Pekiti tirsia with some Silat to distinguish his own style.
using listed above weapons [Adept]
~Street Fight/Improvised Combat- the do it yourself and learn through brawls type, often resulting in many broken bones, lessons learned and well...scars.[Adept]

Weapons Training

~Knife [Advanced]
~Karambit [Adept]
~Tomahawk (both specialized and not) [Advanced]

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Hider

Coyote’s Anchor: The spirit of the coyote is currently attached to Iron since puberty and in this CS version, he doesn’t merge to alter Iron’s state of being. Instead Coyote lingers in wait and watches the match with idle interest, being more of a ghost that is invisible to the naked eye. So it’s not unusual for Iron to appear to be talking to himself during the match since the man long ago gave up trying to pretend the spirit was never there.

*_{not the angle but meaning the 1st definition}

Victory Requirements: Let’s make this interested- Disarm Opponent or Disqualification
Disqualification: Moves resulting in a kill, or Forfeit
Wager: N/A
Stipulation:
IC

• Be patient:I’m using a style I’m not familiar with so I'm learning the fundamentals of it as I'm battling and I'm rusty as hell. So I will make mistakes unintentionally.
• Learning experience: I'm not familiar with the fighting style so I'm bound to overestimate human limits or how the style works, so if you spot it then point it out and explain why. Especially if you're familiar with the fighting style then allow for edits should they be needed.

OOC

• Novice: this is a learning experience for me so feel to make suggestions, point out my options for counters or attack, and even explain in some depth the possible pros and cons of each one. Getting me to think and increase my knowledge of the arena physics is a good thing!
• Real=Bitch sometimes: real life happens and there's little we can do about it, so I'll wait up to two weeks (Ooc or IC) and a day for a reply. However if you are aware you will be gone for an extended period of time or even having writer's block, let me know. Then we can put the match on hold for a time. I will return the favor best I can.
• Questions are good: I have a habit, when I'm really focused and excited, to ask questions about a post, moves, or even the arena/subject the rp is based in. A lot of them. So don't feel like I'm trying to toss of your focus or rattle you, namely I'm trying to extend my understanding and knowledge of this rp so any information or honest answer you're willing to share is appreciated.

Addition Information:

The request of teaching can go for any of the following: My partner, observers as long as they ask as well as provide helpful/polite information, or the Judge (if there is one). Any little information is welcomed as I can use it to reference later for future matches. I hope this doesn't seem too demanding. Other suggestions, requests which don't conflict with the established ones I'm open to considering.

To all future opponents, thank you for your time and consideration.

[EmptyArmor]

Hi all, took me a couple tries, but I've found the place to post and am looking for a challenge.

Fight Parameters:

Powerlevel: Realistic/Medium Powered

Arena: Any

Victory Conditions: Surrender/Death

Stipulations: None

Wager: None

Character:

The Knight

Name: Daniel of Columbia

Age: 34

Gender: Male



Bio:

Born in the war-torn remnants of the former United States, Daniel of Columbia serves as a staunch Knight of D.C., an implacable bulwark against the raiders and mutants that plague the irradiated wastes of the nation of his fathers. His air of sharply maintained tradition and unflappable calm reassures his fellow soldiers of their unquestionable safety, and his well trusted and often bloodied weaponry creates that safety before he bothers asking questions. This knight knows and serves one creed-- Do Not Retreat.

Powers and Abilities:

• Daniel is far beyond the peak of the human caliber, pushing the limits of human strength, speed, and endurance well into the territory of supersoldiers who were once abused in the Sixth and Seventh World Wars. He is able to cover a distance of twenty meters within three seconds while charging, and needs no more than a second before attaining full (and often deadly) ramming speed. This capacity to accelerate is complemented by superhuman agility, and unhindered, he is able to slow from full tilt to a complete stop within ten feet. His strength is such that he can toss weights of up to five hundred pounds with relative ease, can push or kick loads of up to half a ton without apparent strain, and can lift a maximum of roughly a ton with time and effort. Furthermore, his punches are strong enough to shatter small craters in concrete, bend rebar like licorice, and cuts from his sword have been noted to split a supermutant cleanly in half. He can jump to a maximum of four meters at rest and twelve meters at speed, and is naturally resistant to small arms fire.
• Daniel's skills in violence are unparalleled among mere mortals, and he is no less than masterful with his riot shield. He has maintained a regimen of survival and battle against the varied hazards of the post-apocalypse for years, putting his skills on par with those of hardened veterans of wars long past. For instance, some applications of his arsenal include reducing or increasing the distance of his slides and charges by applying his shield as a brake or a sled. He further shines in close quarters combat, where he can upset an opponent's guard by ramming, then furthering his assault by utilizing his shield as a buffer to position to a more favorable direction of attack. He is also able to turn his physical capability to the precision of swordsmanship, where he is able to match other superhumans in technical execution. He is in complete control of his body, wastes no movement, and wastes threats with extreme prejudice.
• Daniel has also proven himself to be a sound tactician, able to recognize his value as a one man shock detachment and commando. In addition to serving the Knights of D.C. as the equivalent of a platoon of soldiers, has demonstrated the capacity to coordinate several units to success in the achievement of battlefield scale military objectives. He also possesses a sound habit of experimentation in battle, and will not hesitate to assess the capabilities of his opponent, modify his strategies on the fly, and exploit the most efficient means of neutralizing potential threats. Often, he will opt to talk rather than engage in combat immediately, but behind the veneer of communication, the wheels are turning to find out weak points.

Weapons and Equipment:

• Responsive Carbide Anti-Personnel Blade: Manifest
  
  A sword composed of a tungsten carbide alloy shell folded around a nano-reactive polymer, the Manifest would be no more than an expensive affectation in the hands of most other soldiers. For Daniel of Columbia, this eccentric anachronism lives out the purpose of its ancestors en masse, taking advantage of Daniel's raw physical prowess to sunder foes tougher than the capabilities of normal small arms fire. When making a surgical incision deep into dangerous territory, the Manifest is a weapon that allows its owner to maximize his personal potential as a walking slaughterhouse, and make deep, personal incisions into the biological equivalent of a nuclear bunker.
• Reflexive Diamond Riot Shield: Destiny
  
  Daniel of Columbia's signature weapon, a riot shield modeled after those carried by the establishment forces in the Engagement of 2084, the final death rattle of the short lived Provisional American Confederacy. In any case, the shape of this shield sends almost genetic chills of fear down the spines of those who violate the rule of law in the Capital Wasteland, and its name is a harsh yet accurate reminder of exactly what it means when a would be criminal has his head split into the dust at the jaw. Technically speaking, it is even tougher than the Manifest in terms of raw shock absorbency; the result of a perfected process of 3 dimensional printer layering to stack and chemically treat carbon molecules in a manner which gives it the fabled strength of diamond coupled with the flexibility of modern polypropylene. The result is an incredibly resistant super shield, able to crash and shatter opposition, and hold the line when the opposition attempts to crash back.
• Active Body Armor: Ghillie Suit
  
  To further augment his combat effectiveness, Daniel of Columbia has been fitted with a suit of armor composed of ultralight compacted ceramic plates, a breathable, fire retardant, acid neutralizing reactive polymer, and a bitchin' scarf. His armor is sufficient to mitigate damage from creatures that hit almost as hard as he does and pack claws to boot, but suffers from the classic failing of plate armor to completely deflect crushing and piercing damage. While Daniel primarily relies on his agility and shield to keep him safe, his armor will serve well against even the most persistent foes long enough for him to end hostilities.
• Misc. Equipment
  
  
  
  • Full Rappelling Kit
  • Industrial Solar Powered Flashlight, 72 Hour Charge
  • Octanitrocubane Explosive Charges x10
  • Area Map/Compass

Pros:
+Extremely adaptable

+Durable

+Survivor's mindset, reliable leader

Cons:
-Unfamiliar with and vulnerable to supernatural, extraterrestrial, or paranormal threats

-Relatively lacking in ranged capabilities

Background

Coming soon.

[Lilygold]

Power Level: Normal
Arena: Any
Victory Reqirements: Knockout, Death, Forfeiture
Wager: N/A
Stipulations: N/A
Character: Click!

[ShidenBlades]

Power Level: Any
Arena: Any
Victory Reqirements: Knockout, Death, Quit.
Wager: None.
Stipulations: None.
Character: Ryuku Obsidian

[LeeRoy]

Ranked: Yes
Power Level: Low-Mid
Arena: Challenger's Choice (Nothing too crazy.)
Victory Requirements: KO, Death, Rout
Wager: None
Stipulations: None
Character:

Alexander Beck Brighton

Name: Alexander Beck Brighton

Title: Mr. Sunshine, Breaker of the Unbreakable

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Human/Roman/Egyptian

Random Descriptors: Trust me when I say this, there are no negative aspects of Mr. Sunshne. He's tall, dark, handsome, clever, and one of the nicest men you'll ever meet. Unfortunately, his incredible kindness and an attitude to always roll with whatever happens. Leads some to see him as boring, dull, and sometimes annoying.

Physical Description: Alexander Brighton is in the prime of his life, and blessed with a family lineage that lead to him being the thoroughbread of humans. A square jaw, soft curly hair as brown as chocolate, built like a house too. Alex here's shoulders are more square than Steve Urkel, he's as fit as a fiddle with a bodybuilder's complexion. Alexander's eyes are soft, showing kindness and glittering more brightly than should be possible. His irises are as blue as the sky. To some, his eyelashes are effeminate, but they're long and thick. Constantly looking as though he's put makeup through them. There is a deep cleft in his chin, and his cheeks have perfectly even dimples. There are no blemishes on his skin, anywhere.

Alexander's hair is kept neat and tidy, with a maximum length of three inches at any point in time. As well, he is blessed with remarkable facial hair. Not a beard, but a magnificent moustache. Thick and wide, stretching over his lip and connecting to his sideburns to form a Muttonstache. Everywhere else on his body is cleanly shaven, waxed actually, he maintains this smooth skin with daily shaving. Everywhere. Everywhere.

And to say he dresses and carries himself strangely is an understatement, if he were from our world and our day and age, Alexander would be. . .Well, ridiculed. His clothing is garish, and he walks like a stripper.

Dominant Hand: Totally ambidextrious, favors his right.

Personality Description: Here's where it gets a bit tricky. Mr. Sunshine is, well, a bright and cheery guy. There is absolutely nothing that will make him sad, as though he lacks the ability to feel any emotion besides happiness. At face value he's a great guy, the heroic sort of course. A knight in shining armor, raising the flag of his cause, and never faltering in his good morals. And that's where the normalcy ends. Mr. Sunshine, as most come to call him, is nor quite your average hero. No. Mr. Sunshine has no concept of personal space. Mr. Sunshine has no concept of how eerie it is to stare at people. Mr. Sunshine has no concept of just how suspicious it is to never stop smiling.

Abilities:
Quick Learner: While not so brilliant and retentive as his ancestor, LeeRoy, Alexander is a studious mind with a propensity for catching on quickly.

Spectacular Reflexes: As a result of his Ki training, he's very in tune with the movements of himself and others. Giving him nearly three times the reflexes of a normal man. Able to catch an arrow from the air and throw it back with decent accuracy.

Ki Arts: During his exploits and adventures, Alexander stumbled upon a monk from a far-away land. High, high in the mountains he trained under this man. The elderly monk taught him how to manipulate the very essence of his soul. Ki. It only took him a year to become proficient in its practice. By alligning his chakras and maintaining a clear mind, Alexander can weave powerful Ki Arts to combat the forces of evil. While he is not as adept as his master, Mr. Sunshine can manipulate his own chemical electricity.

Like an Electric Eel, but with biceps.

• Sparking: The most basic of Ki arts, Alexander's body becomes tantamount to Defibrillators. By altering the very same chemical electricity that allows nerves to function, Brighton can strike his opponents with electrically charged punches. Or, if he's holding a weapon, an electrically charged weapon. Obviously. Activating this ability takes a moment, and doesn't last very long. 1 turn startup, 2 turns sustain. Equivalent to the discharge of a car battery.
• Rail Bolt: By using his own arm as a channel, he can send a spark of perfectly straight electricity forwards in the shape of an arrow. It shoots out much slower than lightning at only seven hundred mph, but it packs just as much of a wallop as the real deal. Not really, it's the same as Sparking. The same discharge as a car battery. The Arrow measures two feet long and one inch wide, with a three inch wide and long spade shaped arrowhead. It passes through bodies without leaving a hole, but can hit multiple people in a line.
• Shock Push: A tool against metal weapons that are swung in his direction, by discharging the electricity from his body in the opposing direction that a weapon is striking him from. Brighton can repel any metal weapon with the same force as it was swung at him. (This functions as a block, and isn't done passively. It can only be done consciously, and works in the exact same was as if he were grabbing your blade and pushing it backwards.
• Body Breakdown: The epitome of his Ki Mastery, Body Breakdown is a very powerful and risky ability. As the name implies, the result can be totally disastrous if done improperly or interrupted. By pulling all of the chemical electricity from his body into his heart and brain, he gives himself an innitial burst of speed and strength. Effectively doubling his ability.
  
  However, this totally numbs his body. Leaving his movements sloppy and inaccurate, making this boost only useful for innitiating a grapple. The activation takes one turn, and if interrupted makes him totally numb and reduces his combat effectiveness. Halving his strength and sped for two turns. However, once it is activated, it lasts three turns and evolves into another effect.
  
  If the effects of body breakdown aren't interrupted, and he survives the first few moments. Alexander is forced to discharge a massive sphere of electricity that follows his right hand's movements. This sphere forces itself from his chest. It carries twice the charge as the previous two abilities. If he is actively grappling while this is happening, and his chest is pressed against his opponent, it is forced directly into their chest. Like the arrow, it passes through, discharging as it goes through.
  
  Once this ball is ejected from his body, he is left numb and sluggish. Dropping in combat effectiveness by about half. Sluggish effects last four turns, the sphere is permanent until he dismissses it. The ball moves totally to his will, however, it seems to only be pupeteered by the movements of his right hand. Extending his fingers makes it move forwards, clenching pulls it back. Swinging to the left and right moves it to the left and right.

Training:
Fisticuffs: Bare knuckles and shirt off, Mr. Sunshine is a skilled pugilist. With skills that would give Muhammad Ali a run for his money, and a vicious right hook that can break the jaw of an angry bull. 12 years of fighting bare knuckle, 4 years of professional training.

Olympic Wrestling: Don't ask him to wrestle you properly, unless you're cool with fighting a naked guy. Alexander took to wrestling when he hit adulthood, learning how to grapple against opponents whose strength would turn other foes on their heel. Toppling foes that could easily crush him by making their strength worthless against him. 7 years hobbyist, 2 years professional training.

Western Swordplay: His father was an upper class noble and insisted that Alexander learn how to defend himself with a blade. Of course Alexander obliged and for the majority of his youth and young adulthood he trained with the sword, learning how to combat any and all weapon with a longsword/broadsword/claymore/greatsword/shortsword. 19 years professional training. Continued self improvement to this very day.

Fencing: As a hobby he took up fencing, though not as fun as swordplay was to him. He took to it well, besting his trainer in only a few short years. Though he has not practiced with it since he was a youth he is still trained to use rapiers. 4 years professional training.

Peak Conditioning: For his entire life he has exercised, trained, fought, and reached to be the very best possible human being. His body isn't the strongest, fastest, or most durable. But he's as close to each and every one of those as is possible without focusing solely on one of those traits. Able to lift 300lbs, benchpress 460 lbs, if the weight is on his back he can carry up to 700 lbs. Able to run long distance at 16 mph, and sprint at 20 mph. As with all humans he can take a licking and keep on kicking, but he's a remarkable specimen. A wound that would prove fatal to normal men would only slow him down. Aside from his brain or heart being damaged of course.

Equipment:
Crysal Spearhead Sabre: As the name implies, this weapon is the head of a spear that has been repurposed as a sabre. The length of the blade is three feet, the width is three inches at the base and it tapers down to a very thin point. The handle is a foot long, with a palm swell near the base. Making the overall reach of this weapon four feet. This blade is so much stronger than steel that most blades will chink against its blade. It has never shown any sign of wear and tear, it has never needed to be sharpened. It is revered as the strongest blade to ever spill blood.

Neither conventional or normal in any way, the Spearhead Sabre is a trophy from what can be considered his greatest conquest. Once, in the middle east, there was a warrior whose spear could slice through swords and slay armies in its wake. An unbreakable blade on the handle of the strongest wood known to man. Their conquests were reknowned through the lands, and an empire would soon form under this man's rule. He wielded a spear was forged in the blood of a slain fire drake, and is molded from crystal. Strange, no? Most crystal breaks when struck with a hammer, however, this crystal molded like steel. It was struck into a blade and topped the greatest spear in history.

Alexander witnessed this man slay a woman in cold blood, and stepped in. A great battle ensued, and Mr. Sunshine knew that he could not fight this man unarmed, and so he caught the spear and snapped the blade clean from the spear. Turning it on its master and slaying him on the spot, the soldiers cowered at the loss of their leader. Fleeing to the winds, never to be seen again. Alexander became something of a legend, known as the Breaker of the Unbreakable. An exaggeration, because he only broke the handle, but the title stuck.

He later had the handle filed down, covered in leather, and given a nice heavy gold pommel.It was never given a cross guard, and has pair of long cloths hanging from the base of the blade. One cloth is bright red, the other is white with bloodstains flecking it. The blade itself is polished with wax, and has a fine sheen on it. Always glistening in the light. As well, the blade is totally transparent. It looks like a blade made entirely of glass.

While this weapon is unbreakable to normal humans and anything within the reaches of Earth, it is not truly invincible. It's actually just a very sturdy super-material. Stronger than diamond and more flexible than steel. Like any weapon, it would inevitably break from sustained stress from anything stronger than a human.

History:
Alexander was born into a privileged upper class noble family in a coastal city, his father was family to royalty and his mother was a merchant who had made it big by some strange circumstance. Selling scented soaps. Of course this lead to a childhood full of excess and anything that he wanted. Unlike most noble children however, he didn't want to carry on the legacy of his father and take his riches. Nor did he wish for a life of accomplishing nothing but carrying on an empire of want.

Alexander wanted to be a hero.

His father knew he was just a boy so he gave Alexander whatever he wanted, allowing him to burn out that passion of his. Unfortunately for his father his passion only grew as he did. Mr. Sunshine was born when Alexander took to wrestling, unfortunately his father didn't approve so he had to go under a false name to practice. Pugilism followed, and his skill only grew. Alex became a well known fighter and was payed quite a lot for his numerous victories in arenas and contests of strength. At the age of 20 his father passed away and left his fortune to him, Alex gave his father's fortune to his mother and left home for adventure and to earn his own fortune by working to help those in need. For the past 16 years he has done his best to fight for what he believes is right. Making numerous friends along the way, losing some and gaining others. Never forgetting those that he has lost, never neglecting those he has gained.

When you adventure with Mr. Sunshine, you're going to be in for an interesting time, I can assure you.

Quotes: "My friends call me Mr. Sunshine, that means everyone calls me Mr. Sunshine!"

Noteworthy, though not Important: The crystal that the sword is made from is the material known as Dorirum, coincidentally, this is the same material that fuels the Word Engine.

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[LeeRoy]

Ranked: Challenger Choice
Power Level: Low/Non-Powered
Arena: Frigid Northern Wasteland Battlefield
Victory Requirements: Death, Rout.
Wager: None
Stipulations: Low/Non-Powered
Character:

The Beautiful Undying Raven

Name: Feidlimid Bran Udødelig (Fied luh mid Brawn Ooh doh delay.)

Titles: The Beautiful Undying Raven

Affiliation: The Berserker Warbands, serving under the Chieftain as a soldier.

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Birthplace: Unknown, born to a mother who abandoned him to the cold. Found and raised by the women of the Berserker Warband.

Race: Berserker

Appearance: Eyes sparkling like the crystal waters of a glacial lake, shimmering so brightly blue that some would even say they glowed like the morning sun. Hair flowing beyond his shoulders, so perfect in texture and shine. Perfect golden locks blow in the wind behind him. A body like a greek god, perfectly chisseled without any visible fat on his body. From his neck down he is coated in grizzly scars from countless battles, some scars are from wounds that would have felled greater men. His face is twisted and short, his nose too wide and brow set low. His mouth is adorned with lines of fury at all times. His teeth are filed to points, his gums are fragile and bleed frequently. Feidlimid has the strangest face that some have ever seen.

In the frozen north one must protect oneself from the winds, so he wears the pelts of five beasts. A bear, a boar, a wolf, a deer, and a mountain lion. With the beasts heads intact, the pelts hang off of his body, obscuring his visage from those who face him. He looks like a five headed beast on the battlefield, a morbid chimera in human form. Wielding an axe so large it could cleave any number of great beasts in half with but one swing. Beneath his pelts is a suit of hefty armor with even more fur beneath.

When he ingests the Berserker Drug his heart rate skyrockets, his blood boils and the air around him begins to steam. Clouds of mist exude from the furs on his body, making his appearance even more inhuman. Like a spirit of death he storms across the battlefield, washing away all who stand in his way. Wordlessly and violently, Feidlimid is truly a sight to behold.

Occupation: Soldier

Resources:
Fur and Iron armor: The skin of bears, boars, mountain lions, deer, and wolves. Strapped over a partial suit of chain and plate. It protects him from cold winds and sharp swords alike. Just as strong as any suit of iron armor.

Two Sheep Bladders full of the Berserker Drug: Approximately two gallons worth of the drug that allows him to go into the Berserker State.

The Ravenous Bloodthief: A greataxe of epic proportions, crafted from tooth and bone and iron. A great beast of the sea plagued the Berserkers, killing all who dared sail its sea. A great warrior stepped up and slay the beast with a single swipe from a sword twice as long as himself. Then he left wordlessly, leaving the corpse of the monster on the shore. The Warband took its body and forged numerous weapons from its bones and teeth, but none were greater than the Ravenous Bloodthief. Created to be as long and great as the sword of the mysterious warrior, its weight was so great that even the strongest of warriors couldn't use it properly.

When Feidlimid took the weapon up as a boy it was a worthless weight upon his shoulders, but as the years passed it became evident that ONLY Feidlimid could use it. He took it as his own and weilds it with pride. Strangely enough, when he's on the field of battle. Remarks pass from mouth to ear of how he looks very much like the nameless warrior who slayed the sea beast.

Skills:
Proficiency with Large Weapons: When Feidlimid chose his weapon he chose the largest axe he could find, the older warriors laughed at him when the weapon he chose towered over him. They laughed even harder when he could barely stand while holding it. Years later, after countless days and nights of persistent training, Feidlimid now weilds the greatest of axes with ease. His own axe, crafted from bone and iron weighs well over 200 lbs.

Hunting: Though unconventional, Feidlimid hunts with his bare hands. Tackling his prey and breaking their necks, he'd prefer this to hunt with his axe. But a swing of his axe tends to shred the flesh and make a grizzly unusable mess. He hunts with no armor and no weapons.

Tracking: A necessity in the northern lands, to find food in such a barren landscape one must know where it hides.

Incredible Strength and Stamina: Even without his berserker rage he is strong enough to heft his greataxe around in combat, and utilize it without much risk to himself. He's strong enough to break bones with his bare hands and shatter wooden shields with a kick. Though this strength is not superhuman, in reality he can barely lift his axe on his own. When he swings it, they are low sweeping swings towards the legs and maybe the torso. It is only when he takes the berserker drug that he can properly use his weapon. There are no vertical swings of his axe unless he is in the blood rage.

Berserker Blood Rage: When a man of the Berserker tribe ingests the Berserker drug, he falls into a trance like state. Their eyes narrow to the width of a pinhead and they get tunnel vision. They lose themselves to the blood rage and their strength almost triples, they become unstoppable juggernauts on the field of battle. Deadly wounds don't even slow them down, an arrow to the chest will stay in his chest until his body collapses from exhaustion. They clench their teeth so hard that their gums bleed, their internal temperature rises, their heart pumps dangerously fast. They are hot to the touch, steaming in the wintery winds of the north. The blood rage lasts a few hours and leaves all who take it unable to move for hours afterwards. Only the strongest actually survive the ordeal, leaving nothing but strong warriors in the Berserker Warband.

Personality:
The effects of the Berserker's Drug are degenerative and horrifying. The changes to a user's psyche can be so drastic that they can never be corrected. Feidlimid is one of the unfortunate souls who can never return to a normal life. The drug has stained his brain, his mind is tainted with the spillage of blood. Faces and names are lost to him forever, a life that he once knew is now a photograph soaked in blood. Unrecognizable and painful to think about. There is a woman who said she was once his wife, but her face and voice didn't stick with him for long. All that is left of Feidlimid is a husk, a hollow. A violent being with no purpose in life, beyond the slaughter and gore of the battlefield. In the rare moments where he is off the field of bloodshed he is reserved and silent, trying actively to keep his temper in check. He's prone to uncontrollable fits of violent rage,making him a detriment to those who would trust him.

Behind the monster lies the faintest echoes of a once great man, and sometimes he will make slight but noticeable actions that mirror that once great man.

He once, before the drug, held the gods in high regard. Worship daily, following their ideals to the letter. But now, he can't even remember what a god is. The halls of Valhalla once called to him, but now an echo of Hel rings his name.

Biography: Born to a mother who cheated on her husband with a traveler, he was left in the wild to die. As the cold began to clutch at his heart, a brawny soldier found the infant who had just let out his final helpless wail. Feidlimid was nursed back to health and raised into a great warrior. Even before he was introduced to the Berserker Drug he was a fierce warrior, at the age of 16 he was able to keep stride with the blood rage warriors. On the field of battle at the age of 20, after seven campaigns, he was offered the Berserker Drug. Four days later, he awoke in the enemy encampment. Not a soul was alive, and he was naked and blood soaked. As time wore on he began to take it compulsively, until the rage didn't even cause him to black out. He watched every second pass by in the blood rage, and still does to this day. Feidlimid slowly lost himself, everything that he had built up in his youth tore down as he waged war after war. Now, in his silver years he still battles like a youth, but his heart is deeply pained by what he has become.

Ranked: Challenger Choice
Power Level: Mid/Powered
Arena: Challenger Choice
Victory Requirements: Death, Rout.
Wager:None
Stipulations: Mid/Powered only
Character: Technically still a work in progress. I'm using this fight to flesh him out.

Rog Ybivr

Name: Rog Ybivr

Tier: Mid

Race: Stromn (A northern race of powerful Magic Sensitives.)

Sex: Male

Age: 51

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 210 lbs

Personal Description: Distant from normal, Rog is distant, abrasiveness, and extremely quiet. Only speaking to describe his stances and introduce himself. It's not as though something keeps him quiet, no, his silence is intentional. Rog is aggressive, violent, and out of control. And he knows this. By silencing his inner demons, he keeps his violent tendencies at bay. It is only in combat that he feels truly free from his day to day resignation.

He is, however, so accustomed to staying silent that he often forgets that he doesn't have to reserve himself.

Physical Description: Though he's getting along in years, Rog is an impressively built man. With obscenely broad shoulders and a ridiculous amount of body hair, he looks more like a Sasquatch than he does a man. Rog's hands are very large and rough like sandpaper, his face is sour and old, sagging with the years. His eyes are cloudy, his pupils are yellow in color. His skin is a deep tan, and his hair is salt and pepper grey. His body is worn and haggard from his years of living, scars from accidents and battles. Old bruises that never cleared up.

Rog looks like a man past his prime, and that may be true. But he'll do anything to keep himself on the field of battle, until the day he finally falls.

Skills, Powers, and Abilities:
Above Average Human Ability: Able to lift 500 lbs above his head, run at 23 mph, and able to take a ridiculous beating. He's not the most impressive man in the world, but he's no pushover either. The only fault in him is his inability to fight for long periods of time. Any fight that lasts longer than ten minutes, he will lose. He's an older man, he doesn't have as much energy as he did in his youth.

The Five Elemental Beast Stances: With a profound connection to the ebb and flow of magic in the world, Rog has connected himself with Five Guardian Deities. Each of these powerful spirits take hold of his body, filling him with power depending on his stance. Filling him with a fraction of their power, granting him unique abilities. Each stance envelops him in a bright aura, the colors of these auras are named in the stance.

Scarlet Salamander Inferno Stance: A soft styled offensive stance, connecting him with the gentle flames of the Salamander Spirit of Flame. Utilizing blows to the softer parts of the body, such as the stomach and throat. This stance aims to sap the energy from the opponent without expending any energy of his own.

The Salamander engulfs his fingers in red flame, scorching those who are struck by them. By twisting his wrist, he can create rings of flame that he can launch at his opponent. The rings are about as wide as his hand, and move as fast as a punch. The smell of charcoal and cooked flesh fill the air while the Scarlet Salamander possesses him.

There are no adverse effects on his body, this stance does not increase any of his latent abilities. Nor does it decrease any. The Salamander Stance can be considered the most balanced of the five stances.

Vermilion Raiju Lightning Stance: A hard styled offensive stance, connecting him to the devastating power of the Raiju. Lightning courses through his veins, giving him tremendous speed and a devastating strike backed by lightning. A harsh fighting stlye that focuses on rapid punches, going entirely on the offensive with no defensive movement.

This fighting stance takes "The Best Defense is a Good Offense" to heart. Throwing caution to the wind and striking at his opponent without cease. This stance aims to put the opponent entirely on the defensive, and is often quickly changed from. It leaves opponents with openings that can be abused by the other stances.

The air smells of ionization and copper, and his body is left significantly more vulnerable. Strikes against him are more painful, and can exhaust him even more.

Cerulean Leviathan Ocean Stance: A soft style defensive stance, filling him with the cool floes of the Northern waters. Long whips of water are ejected from his palms, as strong as leather and fifteen feet long. They serve as hard deterrents for offensive, and can be used to strangle opponents. The nature of this art is much different from the rest, and relies entirely on the whips and redirecting your opponent's weight.

Exhausting the opponent by making their offense worthless and lashing them with painful whip cracks. The water is as cold as ice, and has the same painful effect as holding an icecube in your hand too long.

The air smells of salt water and seafoam. This martial stance makes his own strikes worthless, carrying very little force of their own. As the whips are the primary offensive tool of this stance.

Argent Garuda Tempest Stance: A hard styled offensive stance, breathing war into his lungs. The Garuda stance is a hand chop and kick reliant stance, because the wind slashes in front of his strikes. Turning his hands and feet into deadly sharp blades, allowing him to easily chop into flesh with a swipe.

The flight is very limited, and is more of an exceptionally long jump.However, if he is already jumping it allows him to jump a second time. This is an omnidirectional jump that allows him to have much higher mobility than he normally would have.

There are some side effects, such as being totally committed to the boosted jump. He cannot turn out of the boosted jump, so he can be caught easily. The air smells like pine wood while this is active.

Russet Behemoth Mountain Stance: A hard style defensive stance, hardening his body and spirit. Filling him with the indomitable with of the Behemoth, and the immovable nature of the mountain. This martial stance makes him an immovable object. His muscles tighten and his skin hardens, making him as hard as a rock.

On the flip side, however, this severely limits his mobility. Making him unable to jump or run, making him almost totally stationary in this stance. However, his body is so hard that his punches hurt significantly more than normal strikes.

The air smells of freshly laid topsoil and petrichor, and earth seems to be pulled by his feet with every step. This has no real effects, aside from unsettling the ground wherever he goes in this stance.

Backstory: [I'll probably write this up within the week.]

Ranked: Challenger Choice
Power Level: High/High-Powered
Arena: The Spirit Gates
Victory Requirements: Death, Rout.
Wager: None
Stipulations: High/High-Powered Only
Character:

Pikatok Cilage

Name: Pikatok Cilage

Race: Human (Inuit) / Empowered Human

Sex: Female

Age: 72

Height: 13'9"

Weight: 2,520 lbs

Personal Description: Pikatok is the strong silent type. Though, only to the barest degree of silent. Pikatok prefers to not speak until she is spoken to, then she will chew off your ear. Pikatok never really had a childhood, so while she's not doing her lifelong duty to protect the gates of life and death, she entertains herself with silly and childish behavior. Though, she would never admit to it, even if she got caught.

While she is a bit childish, she does know the difference between the calm and the storm. Her mind can switch from innocent and childish to a ferocious warrior woman. Pikatok has a few bad habbits, such as overhunting and overeating. She's pretty self conscious about her size and weight, despite her body index being mostly muscle.

As she grew older, she became more kindly. A little less of an annoyance in combat, her voice softening and behavior growing visibly kinder. Even though she still guards the gates, she has let a few innocent souls pass without challenge.

Physical Description: Pikatok is a remarkably large woman, towering over men and women alike. Her face is soft, but stern. She carries a look of one who has great purpose in life, her face has slight wrinkles from the stresses of her day to day life. Her body is hardened by battle and mystical energies. She constantly eminates an aura of light green energy, it leaks from her very slowly and it is hard to see against a green background. Fortunately, she is rarely seen outisde of the frozen north. Her skin is dark, about as dark as every other Inuit person. The skin that can be seen on her is rough and worn, as one would expect the skin of a warrior and worker to be.When she was revitalized with the Grand Spirit Elder's power, her skin became incredibly tough and leathery.

Pikatok dresses in hide and fur, covering her entire body from head to toe, except for her face and hands. Her clothing consists of a long cloak with a hood that drapes over her forehead, her hair hangs out from the hood down to her chest. The cloak conceals a fur vest and pants. She has boots that are tightly tied to her legs, and her pants are tucked into them to seal out the cold. The outfit lacks gloves, she likes to work with her hands exposed.

Pikatok's hair is braided down her back, its color now a starch white, strands of red hair can be seen at her bangs. Her eyes glow verdent, a shining green light emanates from her sockets. Veins can be seen pumping next to her eyes now, as blood now flows much stronger to her eyes.

Pikatok's most surprising feature, however, is her remarkable bulk. Once an unnaturally tall woman, now she is inhumanly tall. Standing twice the height of most men, she is a colossus. Her shoulders as broad as a man laying sideways, she is tremendous. Filling out a massive rectangular build.

Skills, Powers, and Abilities:
Gate Guardian's Might: Once, far in the reaches of history. Many shamans guarded the gates between the living and the spirits, but now very few are even capable of guarding them. Pikatok's tribe once had twelve shamans to guard the gates, each blessed with fractions of a great power that was divided amongst them. They would work together to rout any forced entry of the gates, and this worked so well that all attempts ceased. But with a recent threat to both worlds, the shaman known as Pikatok was the only hope they had to keep the gates closed.

All of the power that would have been given to twelve, was given to her. This phenominal power is overwhelming, so colossal in amount that it constantly materializes around her in beastial form. The sillhouettes of beasts hover around her and dissipate into nothingness constantly.

While her body looks "normal" from the outside, there are numerous changes to her biology. These changes are listed under Active Abilities.

Passive Abilities

• Strength of the Grand Beast: The Grand beast was the largest land mammal in the history of Earth, it is known now as the Asian Straight Tusk Elephant. At it's largest, it weighted thirty tons. Pikatok has the ability to bow any animal, dominate it and bend it to her will. This allows her the strength to lift the Grand Beast over her head, a full 30 tons, and throw it over 100 yards.
• Speed of the Perigrin: In dive, the Perigrin can reach up to 240 mph. Pikatok, in sprint, can reach these speeds as well. Sustaining it for about twenty minutes. While running, she will on average only reach 60 mph.
• Eyes of the Eagle: The Eagle's eyes can see a rat hiding in the brush from leagues away, Pikatok can tap into the sight of the eagle to see farther and sharper than any normal human. She can pick out a figure from a mile away, and count how many finger's he's holding up.
• Nose of the Star Mole: The strongest nose in the world, with a nose so powerful that it can smell through the dirt. Pikatok can do the very same, and is able to track a single grasshopper for 500 miles just by smell alone.
• Ears of the Dolphin: With the ability to hear for several miles, she can pick out a pin dropping from two hundred yards away. Even in pitch blackness, Pikatok can echolocate by whistling. This gives her a perfect sphere of sensory input around herself.
• Legs of the Flea: Able to leap 200x her body length, Pikatok can leap 2,700 feet in a single bound. The same amount vertically, so she can jump into the clouds. Obviously she can survive the fall.
• Reflexes of the Trap Jaw Ant: The Trap Jaw Ant's instincts are near instant, reacting to stimuli faster than the human mind can process. Pikatok gains the reaction speed of the ant, amplifying her reflexes to 10x that of normal humans.
• Lungs of the Whale: The whale can dive deeper than any other beast, and Pikatok can hold her breath as long as a sperm whale. She can hold her breath for days at a time.
• Depths of the Crustacean: Living at the bottom of the ocean, crustaceans can survive incredible depths. The shaman herself can survive the pressure of even the Mariana's Trench. She can also survive in hyper gravity of comparable pressure.
• Hide of the Ankylosaur: One of the toughest creatures to ever live, its hide covered in thick bony tissue. Able to withstand low caliber rounds at point blank range, protecting her from most forms of offense. Her skin is as tough as bone, which means that it is capable of surviving concussive blows better than slashing.
• Lyrebird's Imitation: A strange ability, honestly, and why she has it is baffling to even her. However, she has the unique ability to mimic any sound with her mouth. Literally any sound.
• Jaws of the Tyrant Lizard: A fighting stance unique to the Shamans of Pikatok's tribe, the Tyrant Lizard of course being the Tyrannosaurus Rex. It is an incredibly efficient stance, relying on lunging grapples and swift legwork. It offers a balance of offensive and defensive options. Both arms are partially extended outwards, both leading and guarding with the left hand.

Active Abilities

• Shark Skin Armor: While her hide is already incredibly durable, Shark Skin Armor can be used as an extra defensive measure. By calling the beast's spirit, she can make her skin as rough as a Shark's Scales, making her body cause incredibly painful scraping wounds on any glancing blow. Whether the blow is dealt to her or by her.
• Horned Lizard's Bloodshot: An effective distraction ability, by pressurizing the blood vessels around her eyes, she can fire a stream of blood from them. This blood is hot and shot out at about fifty miles per hour. If it hits you in the eyes, it can potentially damage them permanently. Each time it is activated, it fires out one cup of blood. It can be used pretty frequently, as she has a lot of blood.
• Bombardier Beetle's Explosion: Not noticeable at first glance, there are actually two small holes in the palms of her hands. These holes can fire off a caustic solution with explosive force three times daily. This spray is incredibly hot, at three hundred degrees fahrenheit, and it is acidic to the point of causing slight chemical burns on contact. More severe burns sustained. It is also an irritant, causing an incredibly painful itching on skin.
• Pistol Shrimp Projectile: By snapping her fingers as hard and fast as she can, she can create a cavitation bubble in the air. Firing a projectile of superheated air, as hot as the surface of the sun and louder than a jet engine. It's like a bullet of air and fires as quickly as one. However, the greatest downside is that it fires incredibly inaccurately. She can only roughly aim it by pointing her finger in the general direction she wants it to go after snapping. It travels along her finger and then in that general direction. With a massive deviation of up to three feet.
• Opossum's Anti-Toxin: Like the opossum, Pikatok can pump a special enzyme through her body that consumes and destroys all harmful chemicals in her body. This process can take seconds to days, depending on the quantity. An injection of poison such as a bite or syringe will be broken down in short periods of time. Accidentally consuming it or breathing it in will take longer, as it first has to make it into her blood before getting broken down.
• Porcupine Spines: From her back, Pikatok can grow two foot long spines that are a centimeter thick at their base. With sharp barbs at their tip, they hook into flesh and cause tremendous pain. They grow outwards at the rate of 50 mph, and while they aren't strong enough to spear a human being, they grow from her body in the thousands. Meaning that if you are holding onto her, you're getting riddled with painful holes. It can also pop eyeballs, just saying.
• Basilisk Sprint: The Basilisk lizard can run across water and so can Pikatok. Her feet change and grow webbing between her toes. Combining her speed with the added dispersal of her weight, she can run on the surface of water. She cannot stand still on top of the water.
• Electric Eel's Stun: In the water, Pikatok can generate a 600 volt shock of electricity that jumps to the nearest animal. On land, Pikatok can grapple with anything and deliver the same shock by physically touching them and holding them in place. It's a short burst stun, and doesn't work as a permanent stunlock. Just a single shock.

Portal Transit: Pikatok can step through any portal that is and ever has been opened, and may choose her destination at will. Allowing herself to guard any gateway at any time. This sometimes leads her to totally different gates, and is randomly unpredictable. Most times she winds up where she is needed, so it doesn't particularly matter to her. The only time she ever had a problem was when she wound up on the moon and had to hold her breath for a day before finding out what the problem was. She can pass through the gate she came through and return to her own gate, regardless of the location she had wound up.

Backstory:
Pikatok is the guardian of the gates between the realm of the living and the spirit realm. An ancient customary obligation between her tribe and the Grand Spirit Elder, Pikatok and all Shamans before her are granted the powers of beasts to compete with powerful foes. To protect the spirits from mortals, and mortals from spirits. They live, they die, and they move on to become spirits in their own right. Choosing to guard the gate from the other side, until their next descendant replaces them.

At any one time, there would be twelve of them guarding the gates. every generation this number would slowly decline. It wasn't until Pikatok was born that there was no Shaman guarding the gates. With the Shamanic magic in her veins, she was quickly put to work. They had angered the Spirit Elder by not having a guard. The only reason they were spared was due to the previous generation's guard convincing him to not attack them quite yet. A famine had prevented them from harboring a child for a very long time. Pikatok was the first born in twenty years.

She was instated as the guard at the age of seven, and her powers were granted. With no other shamans to help guard the gates, it fell on Pikatok the harbor all the power. For years she served her purpose, sired a child, and carried on her duties. Failing a scarce few times, and it wasn't particularly eventful until her grey years that anything spectacular happened.

As Pikatok lay in her bed, she felt her death creep upon her. The cold hand of the reaper slid across her throat and was ready to take her, but suddenly a figure emerged in her room. Time stood still and the reaper shied away, The Grand Spirit Elder himself had made himself known. A great tragedy had befallen the numerous gates across the universe, Shamans across time and space had been slain left and right. And on Earth? Only Pikatok remained.

The gates that were guarded had been left open, monster and spirit alike left the portals, man and beast entered. Disarray threw the world into madness, countless people being slain and spirits being absorbed. It was a cataclysm unmatched throughout history.

The powers that would be granted to hundreds of Shamans to help combat this crisis had no outlet if Pikatok was dead. So the Grand Spirit Elder sustained her life and filled her with tremendous power. The power to bow any animal, and the power to overcome any obstacle. Her already impressive ability grew into tremendous and terrible power that only she can control.

She still guards her own gate, but whenever a problem emerges at any of the other gates, she steps through and steps in to guard them herself.

[Doc Doctor]

Power Level: Flexible
Arena: Any
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: Ranked or Unranked
Stipulation: Respond to your opponent's post within 48 hours, otherwise it counts as a forfeit.

Gonad Yaksplitter

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment- His body, occasionally a set of thick six-kilo runite (a foreign metal of nigh-indestructible toughness) bracers and a pair of dragon gauntlets (a metal that is a tier above runite, also almost indestructible). He often wears the "Tzhaar-Kal-Ket", an incredibly rare and magical cloak bestowed upon those few in history who have triumphed over the brutal challenges of a terrible volcano-dwelling race known as the Tzhaar. It is impervious to heat and cold & incredibly durable to boot. He also always keeps an enchanted "Inoculation Brace" on his ankle, a magical trinket which renders him immune to harmful substances.


(Gonad with his bracers)

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Muscles in places that muscles should not be. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.

Abilities/Skills- Regarded in his home realm as the greatest martial artist and warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength greater than that of a wild animal. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. Gonad is the supreme master of his own body, and can control its functions at will. He can use the full potential of his latent strength, constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex along with a plethora of other abilities. He is capable of touching and harming incorporeal or transdimensional entities by virtue of being too ignorant to know that he shouldn't. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands.
He is also imbued with a form of spiritual energy known as the Beardforce. It allows him to scale in physical might that his capabilities may be matched evenly in comparison to those of any foe significantly more powerful than him. Gonad's unarmed strikes are of the highest caliber, and taking into consideration the formidable equalization of the Beardforce this means no foe in this realm or any other can easily withstand a direct hit from even one, much like how no human mortal may fairly survive a sword through the torso or a mace to the skull. The opposite stands true, however, as Gonad himself wears little armor and will never be more durable than any foe he faces.
Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. He can utilize three different forms of the technique, each one fiercer than the last. These three modes are Semi Berserk, Fully Berserk, and the preeminent Primal State. At his peak, he can generate such strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own attacks, Gonad can unleash blows of such magnitude that virtually no supernatural defense can withstand them.



Background- Gonad is a legendary warrior who hails from the realm of Gielinor, a faraway land entrenched in fantasy and warfare. He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is also so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuistic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.

Theme Music-

[EmptyArmor]

The Knight

Name: Daniel of Columbia

Age: 34

Gender: Male



Bio:

Born in the war-torn remnants of the former United States, Daniel of Columbia serves as a staunch Knight of D.C., an implacable bulwark against the raiders and mutants that plague the irradiated wastes of the nation of his fathers. His air of sharply maintained tradition and unflappable calm reassures his fellow soldiers of their unquestionable safety, and his well trusted and often bloodied weaponry creates that safety before he bothers asking questions. This knight knows and serves one creed-- Do Not Retreat.

Powers and Abilities:

• Daniel is far beyond the peak of the human caliber, pushing the limits of human strength, speed, and endurance well into the territory of supersoldiers who were once abused in the Sixth and Seventh World Wars. He is able to cover a distance of twenty meters within three seconds while charging, and needs no more than a second before attaining full (and often deadly) ramming speed. This capacity to accelerate is complemented by superhuman agility, and unhindered, he is able to slow from full tilt to a complete stop within ten feet. His strength is such that he can toss weights of up to five hundred pounds with relative ease, can push or kick loads of up to half a ton without apparent strain, and can lift a maximum of roughly a ton with time and effort. Furthermore, his punches are strong enough to shatter small craters in concrete, bend rebar like licorice, and cuts from his sword have been noted to split a supermutant cleanly in half. He can jump to a maximum of four meters at rest and twelve meters at speed, and is naturally resistant to small arms fire.
• Daniel's skills in violence are unparalleled among mere mortals, and he is no less than masterful with his riot shield. He has maintained a regimen of survival and battle against the varied hazards of the post-apocalypse for years, putting his skills on par with those of hardened veterans of wars long past. For instance, some applications of his arsenal include reducing or increasing the distance of his slides and charges by applying his shield as a brake or a sled. He further shines in close quarters combat, where he can upset an opponent's guard by ramming, then furthering his assault by utilizing his shield as a buffer to position to a more favorable direction of attack. He is also able to turn his physical capability to the precision of swordsmanship, where he is able to match other superhumans in technical execution. He is in complete control of his body, wastes no movement, and wastes threats with extreme prejudice.
• Daniel has also proven himself to be a sound tactician, able to recognize his value as a one man shock detachment and commando. In addition to serving the Knights of D.C. as the equivalent of a platoon of soldiers, has demonstrated the capacity to coordinate several units to success in the achievement of battlefield scale military objectives. He also possesses a sound habit of experimentation in battle, and will not hesitate to assess the capabilities of his opponent, modify his strategies on the fly, and exploit the most efficient means of neutralizing potential threats. Often, he will opt to talk rather than engage in combat immediately, but behind the veneer of communication, the wheels are turning to find out weak points.

Weapons and Equipment:

• Responsive Carbide Anti-Personnel Blade: Manifest
  
  A sword composed of a tungsten carbide alloy shell folded around a nano-reactive polymer, the Manifest would be no more than an expensive affectation in the hands of most other soldiers. For Daniel of Columbia, this eccentric anachronism lives out the purpose of its ancestors en masse, taking advantage of Daniel's raw physical prowess to sunder foes tougher than the capabilities of normal small arms fire. When making a surgical incision deep into dangerous territory, the Manifest is a weapon that allows its owner to maximize his personal potential as a walking slaughterhouse, and make deep, personal incisions into the biological equivalent of a nuclear bunker.
• Reflexive Diamond Riot Shield: Destiny
  
  Daniel of Columbia's signature weapon, a riot shield modeled after those carried by the establishment forces in the Engagement of 2084, the final death rattle of the short lived Provisional American Confederacy. In any case, the shape of this shield sends almost genetic chills of fear down the spines of those who violate the rule of law in the Capital Wasteland, and its name is a harsh yet accurate reminder of exactly what it means when a would be criminal has his head split into the dust at the jaw. Technically speaking, it is even tougher than the Manifest in terms of raw shock absorbency; the result of a perfected process of 3 dimensional printer layering to stack and chemically treat carbon molecules in a manner which gives it the fabled strength of diamond coupled with the flexibility of modern polypropylene. The result is an incredibly resistant super shield, able to crash and shatter opposition, and hold the line when the opposition attempts to crash back.
• Active Body Armor: Ghillie Suit
  
  To further augment his combat effectiveness, Daniel of Columbia has been fitted with a suit of armor composed of ultralight compacted ceramic plates, a breathable, fire retardant, acid neutralizing reactive polymer, and a bitchin' scarf. His armor is sufficient to mitigate damage from creatures that hit almost as hard as he does and pack claws to boot, but suffers from the classic failing of plate armor to completely deflect crushing and piercing damage. While Daniel primarily relies on his agility and shield to keep him safe, his armor will serve well against even the most persistent foes long enough for him to end hostilities.
• Misc. Equipment
  
  
  
  • Full Rappelling Kit
  • Industrial Solar Powered Flashlight, 72 Hour Charge
  • Octanitrocubane Explosive Charges x10
  • Area Map/Compass

Pros:
+Extremely adaptable

+Durable

+Survivor's mindset, reliable leader

Cons:
-Unfamiliar with and vulnerable to supernatural, extraterrestrial, or paranormal threats

-Relatively lacking in ranged capabilities

Background

Coming soon.

[Doc Doctor]

Power Level: Any
Arena: Any
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: Unranked
Stipulation: Respond to your opponent's post within 48 hours, otherwise it counts as a forfeit.

Kentucky Tom

Name: Kentucky Tom
Age: 29
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Jerkwad
Alignment: Chaotic
Eye Color: Unknown



Weapons and Equipment: Sunglasses, cigarette, white suit.

Physical Abilities/Skills: Physically and mentally, Kentucky Tom is remarkably average. He's no more fit than a man of his age normally is. He is, however, one seriously hardass dickweed who used to be a fast talkin' auctioneer. He has only one special ability, but it is virtually impossible to kill or incapacitate with it. His power is known as "Really Buggersome Affectations". He can inflict nasty effects upon enemies by speaking the magic words of a curse and then pointing and firing a softball sized orb of arcane energy. The speed of the shot depends of the nastiness of the curse. Such curses as "Horndoggums Humprumpus" travel at half the speed of a small thrown object, whilst curses like "Pinkwimpor Buttflamingonum" move as fast as bullets. The only way to break these curses is to kill him. The known curses he uses are...

*"Impreggio Bitchpleasum"- Impregnates whomever he is pointing at, forcing a baby to be conceived within them. This works on men and inanimate objects. (Mid-Speed)

*"Baldickus Bodilicious"- Instantly removes all the hair on your body. (Fast-Speed)

*"Gayroticus Weinerfestum"- Turns the victim gay. (Slow-Speed)

*"Fartilliarum Skidmarkius"- Gives you the messy farts. (Med)

*"Pinkwimpor Buttflamingonum"- Turns your skin pink. (Fast)

*"Retardingus Shitheadellus"- Lowers an enemy's I.Q by one point. (Med)

*"Dirtlingus Shoutloudius"- Forces an opponent to yell out their deepest, dirtiest secret and then proceed to do so again every two minutes. Each time Tom hits a victim with this curse, it halves the time that they can go without shouting. (Fast)

*"Whiteytightus Fucknuttums"- Makes your underwear ultra-tight and uncomfortable. (Fast)

*"Beardantili Hipsterium"- Gives you a huge beard. (Fast)

*"Nudesweeta Bareassum"- Evaporates the target's clothing into an embarrasing gooey honey mist. (Med)

*"Weaboonekus Fucknuttus"- Gives you a bunny tail and cat ears. (Fast)

*"Pisswiggums Bladdersmallis"- Makes you have to pee really bad. (Med)

*"Horndoggums Humprumpus"- Makes you insanely attracted to the next thing Kentucky Tom points at. (Slow)

*"Nipgantius Bigtittumus"- The victim's chest area will grow to five times normal size. (Slow)

*"Fatassium Bastardus"- Makes the victim obese. (Slow)

*"Lolhardickus"- Forces the victim into an awkward situation the likes of which occur most often to us in the morning. If used on a female, it will materialize the required assets upon her being. (Fast)

*"Pussysobbium Crybabius"- Makes you cry uncontrollably. (Med)

*"Racechangium Laughardiculum"- Changes the victim's race. By changing the first word to "Sexchangium" Tom can alter gender instead. (Slow)

*"Narratium Expositorium"- Forces the victim to narrate their actions as they do them in a deep, dramatic voice. They cannot complete their attack until the end of the narration. (Slow)

*"Smurftardicus Squeakerotica"- Gives you a high pitched helium voice. (Fast)

*"Butthorkus Limporkus"- The victim becomes a transgender drag queen complete with high heels and wig. (Slow)

*"Blindorial Nerdwerdus"- Makes you near and short sighted and materializes a pair of prescription glasses onto your face. (Med)

*"Pizzamugums Pubertum"- Gives the victim a load of acne. (Fast)

*"Glasswhackius Buttmunchickus"- Makes you instantly punch the nearest person with glasses in the face nice and hard, even if it is yourself. (Med)

*"Dildus Rubberium"- Turns an enemy's weapon into a certain rubber implement. (Slow)

*"Foolookius Overthereius"- Makes you look where Tom is pointing. (Slow)

*"Itchums MacGuiness"- Makes you feel very itchy all over. (Slow)

Background: Kentucky Tom grew up in the rough part of town and was constantly harangued by bullies. Why? He had a smart mouth. Shooting off insults came naturally to Tom. He pissed off teachers, parents, drivers, senators, dogs, you name it. He never had much cash, since his job as an auctioneer didn't pay all that well. But then one day, everything changed. He met an old fakir who beseeched Tom to sell an old Porsche for enough money to bail his deviant grandson out of jail. Tom felt pity for the mystic and at the next auction, sold the vehicle for twice what it was really worth. Out of gratitude the fakir bestowed upon Kentucky Tom the power to incur hilarious status effects upon the unwary.

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRJ9_yHiNmg

[LeeRoy]

Power Level: High
Arena: Your choice.
Victory: Forfeit or Death.
Wager: None
Stipulation: None
Character:

Nigel Recess

Name: Nigel Recess

Title: Albatross Duster

Tier: High/High-Powered

Theme:


Race: Tuzimian (Humans, but from an Earth where a race of Draconians left behind knowledge of sorcery.)

Sex: Male

Age: 43

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Personal Description: A mousy little nerd of a sorcerer, though he is widely regarded as the most powerful sorcerer in the world, he has never been a social butterfly. Avoiding the gaze of other people, refusing to talk, ignoring romantic advances. It seems very likely that he is deeply emotionally stunted. He's an incredibly business savvy individual, as well as a phenominally skilled sorcerer. It seems that the powers that be decided to compensate for his total inability to properly communicate with other people.

There's a noteworthy little detail about his personality. He doesn't actually have an inability to speak to people. Nigel is a terrible, despicable person. Nigel can't stand other people, he can't believe that he is from the same race as other Tuzimians. In fact, he can't believe that he's from the same plane of existence as any other being.

What seems like a mousy nerd is actually a deviant with a god complex. There's not a doubt in his mind that he is a superior being, viewing ever other lifeform that he meets as a lesser being. Something to be submitted to his will.

What seems to be an emotional detachment is actually a refusal to speak to any entity that isn't at least close to his level of ability.

If he sees you as worthy of speaking to, Nigel is vicious. Speaking in short sentences with bitter tongues. The few people that he has had full conversations speak of him as though he were the devil in disguise.

Physical Description: Nigel is as awkward physically as he is personally. Skin greasy and pale, with a cold and clammy feel about him. Nigel looks like he's constantly sweating, even in the coldest of rooms. He's rather thin and gangly, with a slightly chubby body and thin arms and legs. With very large hands and feet. Heavily balding, he is crowned with a failed combover of strawberry blond curly hair. It seems that his hair, too, is greasy. As it shines rather brightly regardless of ambient light, making him stick out like a sore thumb at night.

His face is, well, below average at best. Not hideous, but definitely unkempt and unsettling. Starting from the top of his face. His forehead stretches far longer than it should, due to his balding head. His eyes are a muddy brown, there are a few particularly long veins noticable in both of his eyes. He wears half-moon spectacles that perpetually hang at the edge of his nose. Speaking of his nose, his nose is hooked downwards and a bit too long and wide for his face. He's got a small mole on the right hand side just above his right nostril.

With a small mustache that has never been waxed or combed above his lip, it hangs just over his mouth. This mustache doesn't actually conceal his rather sizeable overbite. The tips of his upper teeth can be seen hanging just over his bottom lip. Nigel, despite being rather thin, has a double chin.

His manner of dress would be high quality, if it were fitted. . .And matching. Nigel wears a very ill fitted suit that barely fits him at all. The jacket is too large, hanging off of his shoulders. It is left totally unbuttoned. The sleeves dangle past his wrists. Normally he keeps the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Notable is the color of the coat. It is a pinstriped black jacket. The trousers are no better. A dark blue pair of pants with flat color, they're too tight and too short. They cling to his legs and expose his socks too far up.

The undershirt is white and buttoned all the way to the way up, leaving no button undone. Around his neck is an untied bow-tie. His shoes are terribly dirty, once shiny and glossy black they are covered almost entirely in light-brown dust.Upon closer inspection, one would notice that he too is covered in a thin sheen of dust from head to toe.

In battle, he becomes significantly more intimidating. While his actual appearance doesn't change, he becomes wrapped in violent thrashing tornadoes of dust. Whipping his clothing and what little hair h has around, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. The dust often takes the form of massive wings that stretch nearly twelve feet in both directions.

"The Albatross emerges from dust."

Powers:
Tremendous Sorcerous Potential: The Recess Bloodline has been renowned as one of the most skillful and powerful families in the world. They have made tremendous advances in the field of sorcery, and they have always been world leaders, politicians, businessmen, and sorcery scientists. It was not until Nigel that their family peaked, with the unique ability of Dust sorcery, he has become one of the most notable sorcerers in the world.

With power that outstrips the powers of other sorcerers three fold, his potential lies in the magic that is totally unique to him. A combination of earth and wind magics, the wind breaks down the earth and creates a significantly more powerful magic.

Unlike wind magic, it has tremendous weight. The dust that is carried by the wind is incredibly impactful, nearly all of the space within the wind that he controls is taken up by the particulated earth. Meaning that while it just looks like normal air that is being weaved around his body, it is actually a tremendously dangerous tornado of grinding winds.

Dust Projectiles: Like all sorcerers, Nigel can weave the elements to his bidding. Firing off missiles of dust that have different effects based on their shape. They all move at 300 mph and carry roughly 10 tons of force, how that force and speed is distributed depends on the shape. Every single projectile, as well, is as strong as granite of comparable thickness. Can be fired at the same rate as a boxer's punches.

• Sphere: Two feet in diameter, it is a perfect spheroid of dust. It hits like a cannonball, and carries force. Pushing people back, potentially breaking bones and throwing them aside if it catches them on the edge.
• Javelinr: Five feet long, four inches thick at its widest. Like a real javelin, he fires it and it penetrates through soft tissue. Denting armor and can possibly skewer multiple people at the same time.
• Blade: Five feet wide, totally flat. Thrown in a straight line, it cleaves through flesh and can easily decapitate a normal human being.
• Spiral: The reverse of a javelin, this is a spinning tornado of wind that is five feet long and five feet wide. While not as impactful as the sphere, this is more a pushing force. If it's totally successful, it can shove someone forward with force and send then spinning off into the distance. Not particularly damaging, but uniquely effective and zoning.

Dust Flight: By creating a tornado of dust underneath his feet, Nigel can lift himself up into the air. Allowing him long distance high speed flight. Up to seventy miles per hour, and up to a height of 45 feet in the air. The slight difference in air pressure makes him sustaining his own weight in the air difficult. The secondary effect of this tornado is a short range AoE destruction of anything underneath his feet. Tearing the earth apart beneath the tornado. The ground is pulverized and broken up into particulates that add to the tornado's mass. Excess mass is thrown off in all directions once it reaches critical mass.

The Tornado shifts around his body if he changes his angle. He's even capable of standing on his hands or head all while maintaining flight.

Dust Laceration Blast: A very long range slash of wind that begins in his very core and is breathed through his mouth, molded by his hands, and fired in a long sustained stream from his hands. Functioning the exact same as a tornado, Dust Laceration tears up the earth for up to 150 yards in a straight line. The stream is five feet wide and follows his hand movements very inaccurately. The tornado follows the direction of his hand movement, but is too wild and out of control. The tornado moves in wide circular movements as it follows his hand waves. Like a normal tornado, it picks up debris and smashes it against whatever it passes over and through. It can carry over 40 tons of matter, but it can only pick up 500 lbs of matter at any given moment. Dust Laceration blast takes three turns of startup, and lasts five.

Combat Sorcery: A derivative of Martial Arts and Sorcery. Formed from naturally meshing the sorceries that are commonplace among Tuzimians with their own physicality. Enhancing their natural abilities and creating a spectacular show of physical combat. Every strike and dodge is followed or preceded by the element that they are most comfortable with, and while Combat Sorcery has innumerable variations, there are many similarities between all of the various forms.

The particular form that Nigel uses is a fusion of an Earth Stance and a Wind Stance. Combining the hard movements of Earth and the fluidity of Wind, making his every strike harsh and precise. The basic list of movement enhancements and effects are as follows.

• Dust Strikes: Either preceding or following his strikes, these blows of dust carry significantly more force than his punches could ever offer on their own. While he is superhuman in strength, these strikes carry several tons of force. Twelve tons each, to be exact. If the strike comes before his strike, it increases his reach by one foot. If it follows, it strikes off to the side by a few inches. Meaning that ever following blow is a feint.
  
  Dust strikes are the bread and butter of his martial stance. They allow him to trade blows opponents who would normally far outclass him in strength. Dust strikes are not limited to just his hands and feet, even headbutts can be enhanced.
• Dust Shift: By pushing powerful gusts of dust against his own body, he can redirect strikes mid swing. Redirected strikes carry a little less force than normal strikes, since the momentum is dropped when the winds push against him.
  
  Unless he uses the dust not to redirect, but move his own body around. By shifting the dust around his body and combining it with Dust Strikes, Nigel can move his body in unnatural ways. Shifting himself around, reaching impossible angles for striking. Nigel has even demonstrated the ability to fight upside down.
• Dust Acceleration: Sacrificing the impact of Dust Strikes in favor of rapid weaker blows, Dust acceleration works by producing four smaller blasts of dust around his hands and feet. When he strikes with his hands or feet while using Dust Acceleration, the four small blasts of air strike out in a spiral of air. Striking four times after his first strike. Obviously they are visible tangible objects that can be avoided, however, once his fist or foot has made contact with you they are not short behind. They only carry one ton of force each, but can be chained with follow-ups.
• Dust Barrier: The defensive option to Dust Strikes, a shield of wind that can be raised in front of his hands or feet. This shield allows him to reduce the effectiveness of stronger attacks. Deflecting any projectile weaker than an Howitzer round and entirely negating blasts of flame. Physical strikes must overcome the wind current to get through, a wind current of 500 mph. The shield actually sandblasts whatever passes through, so getting through is a nightmare. it is, however, only two feet wide and is totally circular. It is not a full body shield, and only forms in front of his hands or below his feet.
• Dust Blast: A purely offensive short range cone of dust that forms from both hands, like a miniature tornado. This blast of dust works like liquid sandpaper, grinding rather than pummeling. It's like trillions of tiny needles scraping across anything that gets caught inside. Carrying five tons of force sustained over five seconds, if a human were caught in it they would be stripped of all of their flesh and thrown several dozen yards away. It can only be used every 45 seconds. Its range is seven feet from the palms of his hands.

Physical Ability:
Tuzimians are on average physically superior to humans, their evolution was interfered with by the Draconians. They demonstrate fantastic but not unreasonable physical ability, like a race of superior beings is expected to be. This is where Nigel actually lacks compared to his own race. Nigel isn't physically superior to anyone, except maybe a child. Though still beyond human.

Strength: 1 ton lifting weight. 1.4 tons benchpress. Enough force behind a punch to crack concrete and bend iron. Nigel prefers to let his sorcery do the fighting for him, instead of actually dirtying his hands.

Speed: 28 mph running. 35 mph sprinting. Able to run for 30 minutes and sprint for 4. His stamina usage is pretty high while running and sprinting. Speed while flying is listed above.

Stamina: Able to sustain a fight for up to two hours. Gradually growing slower and weaker as time passes. Once he reaches his limits he'll still be capable of fighting, but with very little effect. Use of sorcery does decrease the amount of time that he can fight, as it uses up stamina. If he uses too many powerful attacks he begins running out of fuel after just twelve minutes.

Sturdiness: With the ability to survive punches from people in the 30 ton class, he's incredibly tough. However, he's still mortal. Beating him to death even without that much strength is entirely possible.

Backstory: The Recess Family is Ancient Money. Not Old Money, they've been around for three hundred years, fourteen generations of money and power. They're a hugely influential family that has changed the course of history at least once per generation. Altering political standings, starting and ending wars, creating huge advances in science and sorcery, even creating entire kingdoms that rose and fell.

Nigel Recess was born in the year 1987, his childhood was set from birth. When he was just a toddler he demonstrated magic that is totally unique to him. His parents brought him to the finest tutors in the land, payed for an education that allowed Nigel to become a successful businessman. Even though he was vehemently opposed to actually speaking to other people.

Somehow during his years of business, he's managed to become one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever live. Only once has he ever demonstrated this ability. It was during a conference with some of the most powerful men in the world, both literally and figuratively powerful. A demonstration that left him with a mark upon his name, respect and hatred from across the globe.

A terrorist organization knew of the meeting, everyone in the world did. They knew that they would get recognition if they successfully killed the most powerful men in the world in one foul swoop. They burst in on live television, a pack of thirty men with powerful sorceries of their own. Armed to the teeth with guns and magic, they began firing upon the world leaders.

After the smoke had settled, massive tornado of dust erupted from the still standing Nigel. Evicerating the men where they stood and as they ran. Most of the world leaders had been fatally wounded, but Nigel stood unscathed. From then on, Nigel was regarded as a phenominally talented sorcerer. The most powerful in the world.

And with most of the world leaders gone, Nigel began his campaign of taking over the world. One day at a time.

A work in progress, but he's getting there.

It's not like anyone can stand in his way anymore.

[Doc Doctor]

Power Level: Unpowered to mid powered
Arena: Any
Victory: Knock-out, Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: Any
Stipulation: Respond to your opponent's post within 48 hours, otherwise it counts as a forfeit.

Zande Khanda

Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, skinning knife, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom, teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, "bracelet of inoculation" (runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Inoculation_b..), fingerless iron gauntlets, combat/berserker potions.


(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)


(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is not often seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. Zande's cape, however, is by far his most recognizable feature. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon the ratty cloak, surmising the headhunter's affinity for bones and death.

Physical Abilities/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can wrestle and subdue wild beasts with just his bare hands and overpower a stronger opponent through pure tenacity. These traits greatly pale in comparison to his incredible biting and striking power. He can and has killed men with a single punch, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping clean through an unhusked coconut with a single bite. The magnitude is most impressive near the back of his molars, where he can leverage out enough brute force to rival the PSI of a dire wolf. Equally impressive is Zande's great speed and agility, which his lean body is practically built for. He can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness that puts to shame his native brethren. He can amplify the potency of his physical capabilities by consuming a special potion, which grants him animalistic power at the cost of sanity and health (I.E, internal bleeding).

Background~ In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo secrets beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land.


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

[Doc Doctor]

Power Level: Flexible
Arena: Any
Victory: Forfeiture or Death.
Wager: Any
Stipulation: Respond to your opponent's post within 48 hours, otherwise it counts as a forfeit.

Count Malimore

Name: Count Malimore Maclung
Epithet: Patriarch of the Iniquitous
Age: 111
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 136 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Sorcerer
Alignment: Evil
Eye Color: Black

Weapons and Equipment-

The Staff of Haddath: A tall white staff with a large scrying orb at the top which allows Malimore to see whatever he desires within fifteen miles.

De Vermis Mysteriis: An ancient grimoire that allows Malimore to summon creatures from the Outer Planes and the Abyss.

Dagger: A simple steel dagger with a blade five inches long.

Appearance: Malimore is, as his age suggests, a very old man. He is wrinkly and gaunt, yet his person seems to buzz with a frenetic, hungry life-force. He is in a state of constant motion, spidery fingers gripping and twitching, crooked teeth clacking, black eyes rolling wetly. He is bald, yet with a long, grimy white beard that runs down his chest. Malimore often hides his baldness beneath a huge, musty wig. It is not uncommon to see insects moving about within it.



Physical Abilities/Powers-

Physicality: Malimore isn't quite as fragile as most men of his age, though he is still comparable in strength to a small girl. His foot speed is similar to that of a chubby five year old.

Powers: Malimore wields the strange spells of the Outer Realms, in addition to twisted black magicks from long forgotten eons. His abilities are composed of three divisions. Transportation, Summoning, and Offensive Magic. His powers rely on a system of charging. He can cast weak oens instantly, but stronger spells require more time to prepare. Spells range from level one to level five, but can be overcharged for greater power if Malimore can access outside energies. Each charge takes 1.5 seconds. Most blasts move at the speed of an arrow. It is possible for him to dual wield, combine and charge different spells for new effects, as long as he has a spare arm or leg or mouth to charge the spell within. These magicks are...

Siphon- Malimore can launch a long distance blast of dark magic which will drain 10% of the victim's life force and give it to Malimore for every second the spell was charged, up to 50%. If Malimore grabs an opponent with the spell charged, he can continually draw from their life, killing them in ten seconds.

Wrack- Malimore fires a blast of dark magic which inflicts immense pain upon the victim. At level five, the pain is of such intensity that it can kill.

Fire Spells- Various fire blasts whose power depends upon the charge. The temperatures can range from a third degree burn to enough heat to melt steel like butter.

Surge- Malimore teleports a short distance in a straight line. This takes four seconds to charge.

alchemize- Allows Malimore to turn any unliving material he touches to gold. Takes three seconds to charge.

Bones To Bananas- If Malimore can directly touch the bones of a living creature, he can turn their skeleton into bananas.

Chain- A spell which can hit up to three targets at once, boomeranging from one to the other.

Detonation- Malimore must hold completely still as his body becomes infused with explosive energy, which can be built up and released. This spell can be charged to a maximum of ten seconds, whereupon it will have enough power to level a house.

Dragon Breath- Malimore launches a gout of intense fire from his mouth.

Sonic Wave- A blast of sound which can pop eardrums.

Impact- A shot of physical energy whose striking strength ranges from that of a punch to a car crash.

Concentrated Blast- A single beam of dark magic that at high levels can punch through armor like a high velocity bullet.

Iod's Corruption- Malimore's greatest offensive spell. A powerful continuous beam of Outer Magick that lasts for six seconds. Those whom it focuses upon for the entire duration slowly suffer having their skin flayed from their body and their sanity destroyed as their souls are rent asunder and the fragments cast into the dim reaches of Todash Space. It has great synergy with Wrack and Siphon, which can be combined into this spell to inflict life-guzzling torture the likes of which no other agony in the hyperverse can compare to. When imbued with Wrack and Siphon, the spell becomes "Azathoth's Gift". Though Azathoth's Gift takes six seconds to fully kill the victim, that short time is expanded in their consciousness by a factor of eighteen vigintillion. Iod's Corruption has only one charge, which takes a full minute to gather. It takes two minutes to change the spell to Azathoth's Gift.

Asphyxiate- Malimore reaches towards a target and projects a faint red beam of light at high speed. If the light hits the target, it allows him to throttle the target with incredible force. I.E, force choke.

Transfiguration- Malimore changes the victim into a frog or newt. This takes thirty seconds to charge.

Summon Abyssal Entity- Allows Malimore to call forth a monstrosity from the Abyss, the black space inbetween dimensions. There are five possible summons for each level charged. The lowly abyssal leech, a fast moving critter which drains blood with incredible speed. The Abyssal Lurker, a bird-like thing with a bite force comparable to that of a crocodile. The Abyssal Ravager, a short creature with long claws that can tear a man's legs out from under him. The Abyssal Demon, a three-legged monster that can teleport short distances and lash out with pickaxe-like limbs. Lastly, the Abyssal Titan, a hulking bipedal abomination standing ten feet tall. It has immense strength, and it can drain the hope and sanity of its victims an amount equal to the damage it inflicts to their physical bodies.

Summon Earthly Predator- Allows Malimore to summon creatures from terrestrial realms. These include carnivorous jelly cubes, honey badgers, brawler demons, nihils (highly magical demons), giant rats, spiders, and cobras.

Summon Outer Entity- Enables Malimore to call out eldritch beings from the furthest rings of existence. He can summon three different Outer Entities, each one taking from ten to thirty seconds to bring out. The first and weakest is known as a Shambler, a massive leech-like beast which can enter and exit dimensions through corners and angles larger than four by four feet. Next is the Shoggoth, a colossal mass of shapeshifting bioplasmic matter which can absorb other creatures within its body. The final and strongest entity Malimore can bring out is an vampiric deity known as Shashous-Throth.

Shashous-Throth

Full Name: Shashous-Throth

Nickames/Alias/AKA: The Magna Pater

Age: 1,107

Gender: Male

Race: Primal Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. The middle claw on each forepaw is eight inches long and can slice through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is a little less than eight feet long. The tail is twelve feet. It weighs in at about five-hundred pounds, as much as a tiger.



Abilities

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Tremendous strength and speed.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not acidic.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. Can grasp (but not speak) all languages.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by drinking blood. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much blood is consumed, I.E one pound of blood to replace one pound of damaged tissue.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains cytotoxic and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds.

~De Vermis Mysteriis: It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Those who see the "true eyes" will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of Shashous-Throth, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations. Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly several seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.



Behavior: Shashous-Throth is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find children. But it is shy, and it despises the light. Shashous-Throth prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available. It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young emerge. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.

History: Once in a millennium is a creature born into this world, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The prodigal ancestor, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which countless sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6asBlPR6Be8

Background: Malimore is what you would call the "real deal". A true wicked sorcerer, old school style. A wizard with A.D.H.D that survives by consuming the life force of stolen children and sacrifices young women to his dark gods on a regular basis. He is a perversion of all things good and right, a complete bastard who takes sadistic pleasure in doing evil for the sake of evil. He literally plays hacky sack with puppies. His morning routine consists of drinking a cup of fresh coffee brewed with children's tears before walking down the beach and kicking any sandcastles he comes across, vaporizing the souls of any who dare to complain and the souls of those who dare not to complain. He then goes and vaporizes the souls of any fish or crabs that are in the water. He has long reigned over a poverty stricken country as a sort of monarch, using his vast powers to keep any outside forces from interfering with his fun. Many heroes have tried to take him down, only to suffer the consequences.