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Call me Doc. I'm open to just about every form of roleplay at any time, so if you want to have some fun just toss a P.M my way.

I do prefer RM, UM, or low tier fights, with human hand-to-hand and swords & sandals being the ol' speciality.
Challenge me to a match just any old time!

I've been into fight writing for roughly 13 years, no point in trying to figure out how many total fights that amounts to. I also run a combat centered Discord known as the Combat Workshop. If you want to be friends, just ask!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

Arena Stats

5 Wins / 0 Losses / 1 Draws
1550 points

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@Vampiretwilight

appearance: A chubby hobbit with brown sideburns and a mop of scraggly hair. Wears overalls.
name: Dingle Tentoes
age: 16
species: Hobbit
powers(if any): Has big, hairy hobbit feet. They're tough enough to be able to walk on broken glass without being hurt.
I understand that it's meant to be played seriously, but who I am and how I percieve and react to situations doesn't necessarily match up with how my characters handle things, and I lean towards characters that usually have a comedic or strange element to them.

That being said, would there be room to accomodate, or at least to consider ol' Doc and whatever bastard creation he brings to the table?

I'm thinking of a man who slowly goes nuts from being stranded, but more like in a Castaway way than in a Shining way. Stuff like talking to coconuts and having schizophrenic episodes.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Kuro
I have a preexisting character that fits the bill with a comprehensive CS that includes all required details. May I forego the trouble of changing the format? Here's the sheet, down below. If you really want I'll alter it to look like the profile format you have displayed here.

It's exactly what it sounds like. You're all a part of the cursed class 3, with one of you secretly being the dreaded extra. However, I'll be filling the role of the class 3 teacher, dodgeball legend Patches O'Houlihan. Solve a deadly mystery in a hostile environment that will spontaneously and 'accidently' kill you in wonderfully gruesome ways, all whilst the grizzled man hired to educate you throws wrenches at everyone with merry abandon and crude insults.


Yeah, I wanna be a wizzerd, Harry. I'm not one of those guys that enjoys unironically pretending to be a girl.
How about vegitable on fruit? You may take on the noble role of the sacred boiled cabbage, and I'll be a never-ending fusillade of rotten tomatoes being thrown at you.
@Hokum

-Donny knew full well how much of a dick move it is to destroy someone when they're at their most emotionally vulnerable. Many hunched over potheads had seen his shined shoes stalk into their field of vision, relaxation turning into curiosity, curiosity into confusion, confusion into dread, dread into terror. No child anticipates one day being the victim of a brutal murder just because they made made one little mistake. Met the wrong person, said the wrong thing, went to the wrong place at the wrong time. Little mistakes are what predators count on.
Donny even preferred his victims to be stoned. It gave him a better view of unbridled humanity at its most desperate.
However...
Donny had just been assaulted by infants, and had been fighting advanced and otherworldly forces ever since he'd been teleported into another realm right out of the blue. And here was an honest to God bong. He supposed he could afford to lighten up for once. Donny was only human, after all.-


-He'd shrug and graciously accept the bong from Ronny, but only with his left hand. He needed his right for cold cocking the guy, zippo clenched in his fist for extra mass, even though the SAP gloves already provided plenty. It'd easily break the man's jaw and give him a concussion, and if it did, Donny'd drag the man from his seat and throw him face down to the floor, two hard stomps to the base of the head ensuring a relatively quick and clean death by way of clinical decapitation, separating the vertebrae from the brain stem.-

-Donny would take Ronny's seat, inspecting all of the controls as he did so. He'd have fulfilled Fanny's objective, but that didn't mean the party was over. It seemed like this one had been in a transmission with another vessel. What a great opportunity to practice method acting. Donny took a few hits off the bong and started up another transmission with the Earnest, doing a fair imitation of Ronny, perfect in tone, and covering up the minute differences in pitch by coughing and speaking as if vocally influenced by a harsh hit.-

"*Cough!!*... Oof, whew... Status report, my dude? *Cough, cough*"
@Hokum

-A flash of blue light thrummed beneath the baby pile, and the stack of infants collapsed into the empty space where Donny had been. He reappeared in his quarters, facedown and covered in bites and scratches, hair a tangled mess.
There was even a poop on his back. He lay there, contemplating. He had to rethink some shit.-


"Ah hate kids..."
@Hokum

-A passing nurse paused by the window that looked into the nursery. Donny was flailing around, his screams muted by the soundproofed glass and walls. Donny fell to his knees, and in a flash whipped out his tazer. He tazed the infants clinging to his neck, but that just gave a dropped baby on the floor the chance to start punching him in the face. The nurse shrugged and kept walking. Donny needed a few minutes.-

@LeeRoy

-His hands shot down into his pockets and pistoned back out. Several clicks snicker-snackered from Donny's left hand, a black length extending out that terminated in a gleaming point. Holding a nosespray bottle in his right hand, he quickly doused the tip in cyanide. He was out of Yancy's reach, but Yancy was still in Donny's. The hitman held the spear aimed at yancy with his elbow in, knees bent and springy, and left foot leading. His cigarette glowed softly then dimmed, the smoky bulk of the hitman tensing in morbid, suit-flexing preparation to relentlessly impale his target. As he did so, with hushed urgency and the self-assuredness of a trusted professional he whispered a piece of cruel advice to Yancy in a voice as hollow as a gypsy bone.-

">Be still and it won't hurt...-<"

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