Doc Doctor

RPGuild Ranking Headquarters!

Hope there isn't any clawing. Anyone should be able to fight anyone.

RPGuild Ranking Headquarters!

So no ranked fights and at the beginning of the new year the records will be wiped clean?

RPGuild Ranking Headquarters!

@MelonHead Oi. OI. OI.









Let's have a ranked match.

RPGuild Ranking Headquarters!

@RillaSupercard? Wrestling? I want in on that.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

@Ace of flames01@Zelosse

A hulking bare-chested man strode up behind Ruinil, fists on his hips. He stared beyond her, out into the distance with a burning intensity.

"Hrah... Good it be, to let love grow mighty! But know must Ruindill and Barchunk, that for strange reason does Gonad feel censored!"

His booming voice easily mutilated the two knights' names with unflinching audacity and ignorance.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter

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.



Age(20 and up): 34

Gender: Male

Race(Human, Wood Elf, Dark Elf, Dwarf): Human

Rank:(No rank higher than Knight-Lieutenant): Gonad cares little for the advancement of repute as a societal norm. He only wants battle. As such, he is only an honorary Templar.

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.

Bio: Gonad is a mighty warrior has seen countless battles, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the man's adventures would be an exercise in futility, as his life and its many details can best be summed up in simple terms. Gonad came, Gonad saw, Gonad smashed. Rinse and repeat. Recently he has tried to join up with the Knights of the Dawn, but obviously had trouble fitting in or passing the intelligence exams. As such they treat him as a cross between a doughnut boy and a battering ram.

Weapons(Primary, Secondary, Tertiary): His body. Occasionally a pair of six kilo metal forearm bracers.

Magic: None

Other: Gonad is a berserker of immense physical prowess who favors unarmed close combat.

Post Example: *Excerpt taken from an Arena roleplay*
A flash of alien color lit up the sky, washing the dark clouds in epileptic, neon flames. With a terrible crack and an almighty gust, space itself split open and from the innermost depths of the multiverse two huge forms tumbled forth. The first to drop out of the rift landed in a low crouch, a rush of harsh white smoke billowing about the hulking silhouette. An eerie and complete silence fell upon the large clearing in the forest. Slowly then did the figure stand, in a single effortless motion. Streamers and tendrils of mist clung to the vast being as it rose. Moments later, the silence was broken. A distant chorus of ancient heroes from eons past echoed faintly throughout the land as the smoke cleared.
The Lord of the Rising Sun had come.

Theme Song(optional): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDwotNLyz10

Yami and Doc vs Cruallassar and Lunar

So...where'e Lunar's character?

@Cruallassar

Ghosts in the Darkness (Ruby Vs. Shashous-Throth)

As it was on the ceiling, there would be no getting at it with knives. If however Ruby moved below the monster, it might be inclined to come to her.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

@EyerisBoth.

And The Gods All Fell [4 Spots Open]

Looks like someone's gotta be the villain.

Name: Shashous-Throth

Also known as: The Magna Pater, The Harbinger of Loss, The Taker of Children

Age: 1,107

God Status: Deity of Paranoia, Disgust, and Sorrow

Personality: 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. 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.

Parents: The previous Magna Pater.

Sexuality: What true monster cares for social norms? The only way for the Magna Pater to reproduce is to die. Seven years after the death a new little monster will blossom out from where its ancestor had fallen.

Form on Earth: The same as its true form.




True Form: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms of 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.



Powers-
~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.

~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. More exposure will mean more cancer, just as how one may go blind from staring into the sun for too long.

Skills-
~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.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.

History (Pre-Earth bound): Existed only as an unthinking blight in a distant corner of the universe.

History (Post-Earth bound): Once every millennium is a creature born into this world, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The prodigal ancestor of human agony, the true genesis of pain, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. 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.

Motive: Unlike most gods, the Magna Pater has no real ambition. It seeks only to feed and sleep.