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Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!

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

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Character information

NAME: Louie Brewster

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight.

AGE: 16

YEAR: 6th

HOUSE: Hufflepuff

BLOOD STATUS: Muggle Born.

In-depth Information
APPEARANCE: An overweight African American teenager that wears street clothes under his robes. He often is seen wearing headphones. He stands at 5'11", 189 pounds. He's muscular beneath the layer of fat coating his body. He has a large, fully colored tattoo of Carrot Top on his back.

PERSONALITY: Despite his appearance, Louie can really get around. He can be found in almost any place at any time, usually listening to music and eating Sunchips. He seems laid back, but is actually quick to anger. He can become enraged over the smallest transgressions, even interpreting random words as insults. He is very sensitive about his weight as well. Other than that, he is friendly and loyal, and quick to look out for his homies. Louie also tends to forget the names of people, places, and things, and is prone to narcolepsy. He loves comedy almost as much as fighting, but his sense of humor is the worst. Such is all one needs to know about his tattoo.

HISTORY: Louie grew up in the streets of Hoboken, New Jersey. His family was dirt poor, and his abusive grandpa, Darrel Brewster, gave him no quarter. He couldn't hold down any jobs due to his volatile temperament, and frequently came home in bad shape thanks to the neighborhood gangs, only to be given another beating by old gramps. Not that Louie couldn't fight back, no, he simply wouldn't. He had taken boxing and wrestling classes since age five, but if he so much as laid a finger on gramps he'd go to jail, and after that there'd be no chance in hell of him living a normal life. Not with a record.

Of all the things, though, it turned out he had a hidden talent for magic. That would certainly explain how he one day afflicted his dog with a tickle curse. Sure enough, he got a letter in the mail. Desperate and ready to believe anything, he took the leap and soon after found himself at Hogwarts. Now devoted to starting a new life and becoming powerful enough to support his family back home, he seeks to become a professional slayer of foul magical creatures.

Magic

WAND:
Six inches and made of black ironwood, incredibly durable. Has a silver and iron core, making it good against magical entities.

BOGGART: His uncle.

PATRONUS:


TALENT: Defense Against the Dark Arts, adept at immobilization and disarming spells such as Petrificus Totalus, Locomotor Mortis, Expelliarmus, and Titillando.

WEAKNESS: Every other class and spell. He has very poor grades in all other subjects, and has thus far been unable to learn any defensive spells.

Other
PET: Horned owl.
Name: Widder Mcgintus



Title: "That Monkey Bastard"

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 30

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 151 lbs

Appearance: A guy in a monkey suit.

Personality: In every full deck, you find a joker. In every game of Uno, there exists a wild card. It's a big world, with countless personalities. It only makes sense that a select few would be legitimately, hilariously insane. Such is Widder Mcgintus, who by all accounts is a total whack job. He is utterly unpredictable, liable to do anything for any reason, just because he feels like it. He is also merciless, and will torment his victims to no end. He loves eating plums, but hates spicy sushi. He also hates anybody with a pretty face, and is sworn to un-pretty them. He has no alignment, no long-term ambitions, and no home. He is a loner that many dread, not just because of his battle prowess, but because of how ridiculous his stupid costume is. It's really humiliating to get wasted by some freak in a monkey suit. But, such is life. Life is not all seriousness, and it is not all sanity. Some folks are just plain weird, and there's nothing to be done about it.

Short Bio: He was a normal kid, a good kid. He was a normal teen, a good teen. But as a young adult, he suffered a mental breakdown. His father ditched town and his step-father was an abusive birthday party magician. Widder's first job was cleaning the toilets at a spicy sushi bar. He had to help support his family, but could do nothing to please his mother and sate his father. The pressure finally cracked him. He spent his life savings on a monkey suit and set out to change the world. Along the way he developed a set of special talents, as many do. A set of talents that allows him to make life hell for those that aren't used to looking over their shoulder. It is said that God punishes us for what we can't imagine. We'll, sure as shit nobody seriously considers the possibility of Widder Mcgintus in all his simian glory leaping out of a dark alley.

Manifestation: Every Chaser has a more or less unique power, be creative here as well: Gifted with monkey-like speed and agility, Widder can traverse most obstacles and dodge most attacks with ease. He is able to freeze a victim in their current position for fifteen seconds by poking them with his index finger and shouting, "Marco Polo!", though after doing so he is not allowed to mortally wound, knock out, or kill the target, and cannot use the ability again for a half minute. He also has very powerful legs, and can jump as high as twenty feet in the air.

Weapons: None.

Equipment: Rubber Monkey suit.

Other: Nope.
@Vordak@Hantu Kongkek

Try Scott Steiner multiplied by Bruce Lee plus ten.
@Sho Minazuki

Can you draw ugly, freakishly muscular characters well?
@LeeRoy

My next post is Fin.
@LeeRoy

Once again Bruce Lee had to muscle his way into the equation, this time with a nice little quote.

*"Let an opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh; let an opponent smash into your flesh and you fracture his bone; let an opponent fracture your bone and you take his life! Do not be concerned with your escaping safely; lay your life before him!"*

Such was the philosophy of a berserker, such was the philosophy of Gonad. His offence was his defense. Whatever damage LeeRoy threatened, Gonad would raise him two chips. LeeRoy could grab Gonad's knees if he so pleased, and scorch them to the bone. But in doing so he would have no limbs with which to protect his head, and trying to leap aside or duck and slip what came next would be futile. Gonad's hands were big too, and his left one, curled into a fist large enough to engulf a human face, would be set to smash through the glass dome covering LeeRoy's head as he attacked, maybe even interrupting the grab before serious damage could be inflicted. It would be like a homeless vagrant deciding to wantonly peer into a dark tunnel only to have his block taken off by a silent bullet train. The barbarian would have needed but an instant to lean down and loose a sudden straight the likes of which would reduce the scientist's face to little more than a marred knuckle imprint studded with shards of (probably) bullet-proof glass or high density plastic.

LeeRoy could try to leap aside in his standing motion, but that would require far more time than it would take for Gonad to throw his well-aimed punch. What's more, if the blow landed and LeeRoy were put onto his back again and with perhaps about as much metaphorical sense as he had entered the fight with, the very next thing his rattled brain would register was the barbarian's titanic mass straddling his chest, piston fists ready to beat his skull into the floor unless he relented.
@LeeRoy

Challenge accepted! By the way, if you pop in soon after one of my posts, try to hang back and refresh a couple times before posting. I'm a perfectionist alcoholic, and tend to make a lot of spelling errors and corrections that I change up soon after. The one I just made is done.
@LeeRoy

Gonad was quite familiar with fire magic. Not that what LeeRoy was doing magic, but it wasn't entirely different from what Gonad had seen a million times in his home realm of Gielinor. In fact, the scientist would have probably noticed that many of the countless scars on the berserker's body were from burns. Yes, this one had been set on fire many, many times. Maybe even struck by lightning on more than one occasion. Enough that he no longer registered magic as a threat.
Instead of trying to preemptively finish LeeRoy before he could get all heated up, Gonad would remain where he was (even allowing the scientist to get to his feet, if he tried to), and announce his identity with such zeal that the sturdy walls of the inn would reverberate with his booming voice.


"HRAH! GONAD BE GONAD! Who be Fancy Suit Man, that be damaging floor of Gonad with stove hands?"
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