@Sathanas Rex Got a character you'd like to use? I might be interested.
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STATUS: To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind. 11 yrs ago
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To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
11 yrs ago
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My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.
Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.
Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.
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@ImportantNobody Well it's to give my new character some backstory and whatnot. If you've seen Cho's sheet, then you'll know why I fought Skall's Viking Kolskegg. XD
@Alphakoka Sounds pretty interesting. I wouldn't know much about balance though, I tend to receive advice about that rather than give it. XD
Still though it sounds pretty alright.
Also I know who I'm going to challenge when I make my fourth sheet and character.
Still though it sounds pretty alright.
Also I know who I'm going to challenge when I make my fourth sheet and character.
Unrelated to current topic: I am debuting a new character soon, still writing the sheet though. He will be similar in concept to my first arena character, Cho, but I will need a specific sort of opponent for him.
Unranked, of course.
Opponent must be able to weaponise fire to a degree.
Any takers?
Unranked, of course.
Opponent must be able to weaponise fire to a degree.
Any takers?
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[Ranked] Rilla vs DJAtomika | Bringing A Knife to a Fist Fight
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
A singular strike.
Press this advantage.
Barr hissed and growled as flesh was cut, though no blood was spilled. Cho wondered briefly if his opponent was undead too, but was brought back to the present by the muttered curse from Tre'yan.
"I cut him boss. Why ain't he bleedin'?"
"I do not know, Barr. I do not know."
"Better cut him more, just in case."
The serrations on his blade curled into a growl as the eye on the knife's hilt swivelled up to peer at their wounded opponent.
Cho quickly analysed the situation from his position on the floor.
Left arm cut, in pain from the daemon magic. Disabled. Right arm still functional, as were feet.
Time to fix some of those.
From where he laid on the floor, Cho gathered himself and pounced, rising quickly from the floor as he brandished his knife menacingly at his target. Knowing that his opponent fell for his feint, he knew that the thing he'd expect the most was another feint. So what he did was attack proper.
Coming in from Tre'yan's left, Cho swung his knife from low right, cutting upwards and diagonally to Tre'yan's high right, from hip to shoulder. With the momentum of his swing, he stepped forward slightly and swung again, horizontally from Tre'yan's right to left, shoulder height. One more swing ended his attack combo, an overhead slash straight down the center.
Press this advantage.
Barr hissed and growled as flesh was cut, though no blood was spilled. Cho wondered briefly if his opponent was undead too, but was brought back to the present by the muttered curse from Tre'yan.
"I cut him boss. Why ain't he bleedin'?"
"I do not know, Barr. I do not know."
"Better cut him more, just in case."
The serrations on his blade curled into a growl as the eye on the knife's hilt swivelled up to peer at their wounded opponent.
Cho quickly analysed the situation from his position on the floor.
Left arm cut, in pain from the daemon magic. Disabled. Right arm still functional, as were feet.
Time to fix some of those.
From where he laid on the floor, Cho gathered himself and pounced, rising quickly from the floor as he brandished his knife menacingly at his target. Knowing that his opponent fell for his feint, he knew that the thing he'd expect the most was another feint. So what he did was attack proper.
Coming in from Tre'yan's left, Cho swung his knife from low right, cutting upwards and diagonally to Tre'yan's high right, from hip to shoulder. With the momentum of his swing, he stepped forward slightly and swung again, horizontally from Tre'yan's right to left, shoulder height. One more swing ended his attack combo, an overhead slash straight down the center.
According to Prisk's last status update, he's jumped out of the Guild due to life reasons. Ten days ago.
I think he might be gone for good fellas.
I think he might be gone for good fellas.
@Nightwarden Aw. Sure you can't stay? I can still wait man .
@Nightwarden Waiting on you.
"You idiot."
Haze muttered to himself as he watched through his scope while their fearless leader charged straight into the fray, a flurry of biotic power and combat skills. He backed him up wherever he could; here, a batarian lining up a shot that was plugged by a bolt from his sniper rifle, and there, a vorcha that had just whacked Nik on the back of the head taken care of by his Mattock. His leader was a killing machine, no doubt about that; nearly all the drell he'd read about were. It was in their blood; being raised by the hanar, a race of space jellyfish with no combat capabilities, for violence did that.
From his position up high, he could see everything and shoot everyone, so it came as no surprise that from out in the distance a flare rose, illuminating the area in a pale red light. What few mercenaries remained began to pull back and disappear, even as the fire from their motley crew withered. Eventually no one was left, save for corpses, blood, and one dying quarian.
"I guess that's that. I'll move back to you guys now."
Hazan sighed as he packed up his kit. His Mantis folded up and went back onto his back rigging while his Mattock stayed in his hands. The building he was on top of, their landing zone, wasn't that high, so he made his way to roof access to head downstairs. As he did so, he caught the conversation between the dying quarian and their leader. He listened intently, at first.
Then the quarian requested that Daro end his life.
He knew how the doctor handled these types of situations: with a grim understanding and a sense of morbid despair. It wasn't pretty. To the others it would've been a simple matter, but Daro was new to this business; she hadn't been desensitised to it. A bad thing? Or a good thing? He didn't know.
He made it into the alley and headed towards the market at a slow jog. Just in time to catch Daro drawing her pistol, kneeling down and ending the soldier's life.
With a tap on his omnitool he opened a private comms channel to Daro.
"Dar, I'm right behind you, alright? I'm here. You stick with me as we move on, alright?"
He closed the comms channel before she could respond and ambled up to the rest of the team. A cursory look at the quarian's corpse revealed nothing special, save for the two holes in his torso; one from the enemy sniper, the other from Daro's pistol. He knelt next to the corpse, quietly appreciating what little help the soldier had offered before he expired.
The feeling was all too familiar.
He sighed. Quietly he muttered under his breath.
"Spirits...bring him peace in the next."
With that he stood and rolled his shoulders, stretching a little to relieve his aches.
"So, what now? Masf gave us directions before he kicked it, right?"
Haze muttered to himself as he watched through his scope while their fearless leader charged straight into the fray, a flurry of biotic power and combat skills. He backed him up wherever he could; here, a batarian lining up a shot that was plugged by a bolt from his sniper rifle, and there, a vorcha that had just whacked Nik on the back of the head taken care of by his Mattock. His leader was a killing machine, no doubt about that; nearly all the drell he'd read about were. It was in their blood; being raised by the hanar, a race of space jellyfish with no combat capabilities, for violence did that.
From his position up high, he could see everything and shoot everyone, so it came as no surprise that from out in the distance a flare rose, illuminating the area in a pale red light. What few mercenaries remained began to pull back and disappear, even as the fire from their motley crew withered. Eventually no one was left, save for corpses, blood, and one dying quarian.
"I guess that's that. I'll move back to you guys now."
Hazan sighed as he packed up his kit. His Mantis folded up and went back onto his back rigging while his Mattock stayed in his hands. The building he was on top of, their landing zone, wasn't that high, so he made his way to roof access to head downstairs. As he did so, he caught the conversation between the dying quarian and their leader. He listened intently, at first.
Then the quarian requested that Daro end his life.
He knew how the doctor handled these types of situations: with a grim understanding and a sense of morbid despair. It wasn't pretty. To the others it would've been a simple matter, but Daro was new to this business; she hadn't been desensitised to it. A bad thing? Or a good thing? He didn't know.
He made it into the alley and headed towards the market at a slow jog. Just in time to catch Daro drawing her pistol, kneeling down and ending the soldier's life.
With a tap on his omnitool he opened a private comms channel to Daro.
"Dar, I'm right behind you, alright? I'm here. You stick with me as we move on, alright?"
He closed the comms channel before she could respond and ambled up to the rest of the team. A cursory look at the quarian's corpse revealed nothing special, save for the two holes in his torso; one from the enemy sniper, the other from Daro's pistol. He knelt next to the corpse, quietly appreciating what little help the soldier had offered before he expired.
The feeling was all too familiar.
He sighed. Quietly he muttered under his breath.
"Spirits...bring him peace in the next."
With that he stood and rolled his shoulders, stretching a little to relieve his aches.
"So, what now? Masf gave us directions before he kicked it, right?"
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[Ranked] Rilla vs DJAtomika | Bringing A Knife to a Fist Fight
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Arena Roleplay
@Rilla No spin. Went from a spin to a straight fall.
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