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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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@KOgaming

Okay, so I was only mildly interested until I read the part about the codpiece. I had to stop and read that over again, then take a five minute break to get my wind back. A fucking metal chest dick filled with wine. Ugh I love him already. I suppose he can set his two-hander on fire, which is also badass. Sling flames into some poor bastard's face, and by the time they recover they've already been shorn cleanly in twain. You dog, you.

Let's have the fight at...

The Red Cliffs. Temperate yet crisp, and out of sight below the highways. A fine place for a foreign bandit to rob hapless travellers.

@KOgaming

Zande is medieval all right, but from a realm where black dudes can make it to knightland. I based his strength off the highest women's weightlifting records. So, safe to say he is as strong as the world's strongest woman, when it comes to liftin' iron.
@BlackPanther

So there's no freelance killers in the world? The scientist dudes own that job market inside and out! Alrighty.
@KOgaming

The potion is something I only use when Zande takes on metahumans. Otherwise, he's a peak human in physical terms. I'll change the dragon hide to chain mail and remove the potion from the app.

Zande can clean and jerk 193 kilos and strikes with the force of a world class heavyweight boxer.
@BlackPanther

Right, so only scientist related stuff.
@BlackPanther

Name: Donovan Booth

Nickname: "First-Degree" Donny

Age: 36

Type: Human

Affiliation: Professional killer

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 160 pounds



Appearance: A slight man with no eyebrows, a baby-face, emerald eyes, and greasy ginger hair, Donny is without a doubt an unassuming individual. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves, though commonly hides his equipment and features beneath a trenchcoat and hat. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent, one that most people find pervy sounding.



Personality: Donny is what would be called an ubermensch. He follows his own code and does as he wants, believing only in his own will and the in the cold steel of his .44 Magnum. He follows orders because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is murder.
He is unbelievably crafty, and as mean as an Arizona rattler. He frequently feigns emotion and warmth to stay on just the right side of socially passable by modern standards, but he has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He is quite skilled at being annoying, and uses it as a tool to pick fights. He enjoys smoking, but only does so before and after a kill.



History: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van hit the road, moving to the city and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a mafia hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, his audacity and ruthlessness impressing his employers that ran the bookies. He began as an assassin and never switched professions. He was good at it. When people stopped trying to avoid paying their dues out of fear from a visit from the mafia's grim reaper, he took up with anybody willing to pay him for a kill. Any hit that was requested of him, he accepted and completed. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he was locally known as "First-Degree" Donny, a universal killer and as far as the police were concerned, a veritable one-man army.

There's another reason for his infamy, however. He has a hobby. In his spare time Donny wanders the streets after dark, a claw hammer hidden inside his overcoat. He kills lone women beneath city overpasses and in motel alleyways, in order to sate his hunger for violence. Being a part-time serial killer in addition to a bookie enforcer/hit man naturally solidified his reputation as a high profile criminal, and he is currently on the FBI's Most Wanted list with a reward of two-million dollars on his head.



Abilities: Donny looks like a geeky dad, the kind of embarrassing adult that could be found doing jumping jacks in neon dolphin shorts down at the local YMCA. This is a strength. Hardly anyone ever suspects just how obscenely dangerous he really is. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite mafia goon, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his .44 Magnum, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the Magnum's power, the .44 slugs can put a two inch hole through a steel cooking pan or remove a man's head from his shoulders. The Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7. and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. At close range with the .410 rounds, Donny can empty the chamber and turn a human into hamburger in less time than it takes for the body to hit the ground.
His weapons and equipment consist of...

-Raging Bull .44 Magnum double-action revolver with titanium firing cylinders and a Mernickle quick draw holster. Comes with interchangeable chambers that may be quickly swapped out, including a .410 bore chamber and a .454 Casull chamber. Donny carries six .44 moon clips, one five round .410 bore moon clip, and one five round .454 Casull XTP Hornady moon clip. The hammer is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the semi-auto function.

-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.

-Zippo lighter.

-A roll of quarters.

-Trench coat with holes in the pockets.

-A modified X800 ShadowHawk flashlight secured to his belt on the left side. It has a custom tactical rail attached, and can be connected to the top of the .44 Magnum's barrel.

-Tommy Gun with two spare 100-round drums (300 shots total) slung over his back.

-Five pull-pin fragmentation grenades with optional tripwires on his belt.

-Six inch switchblade in his pocket. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Claw hammer holstered at his belt.

-Customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt. It has a ring clip at the hilt base.

-Fifteen foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It is almost invisible to the naked eye, sharp enough to cut through bone with some effort, and can withstand up to 2,100 pounds of tension without breaking.

-Spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered.

-Pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black combat gloves weighted with lead. They are fashioned from a high density polymer that can resist being cut by the garrote wire.

-A heavy duty bullet proof vest that can stop even the largest of slugs.

-Can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt.

-Portable six inch shaving mirror on his belt.

-Satchel holding four adhesive bombs, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.












Weakness/weaknesses: Donny is, in the end, only human. He can be outmaneuvered or outwitted.



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@KOgaming

Sounds fine. Here's the character I'd use. By the way, what area do you want?

@Liliya

Gonad snatched up the nearby referee and used him as a baseball bat to whack Cena into the stands. Naturally both men were killed, and a spare referee filed in to observe the rest of the match. All of a sedden, the arena went dark! A solemn bell tolled in the background...

And when next the lights came back on, the Undertaker was standing in the middle of the ring!
Anybody up for a tangle with Spider and Donny? Seems about time for some plot advancing PvP to me!
@Krot

Donny nodded amiably as Spider got into the van. It smelled of smoke. The floor was littered with cigarette butts and bullet casings. The back contained two more seats and a large empty space where a water bed had presumably been removed. It was big enough to stand up in, and could hold an entire family of illegal immigrants.

"Ayuh, yuh jus' call me whatevah yuh wahnt. Yuh my guest naow, an' I'll oblige yuh. Three House rules though, partnah."

"Numbuh whun; radio's mahn. Ah got full control ovah thuh radio."


At this, Donny clicked on his stereo. The Rolling Stone's Sympathy For The Devil started up, blasting Congo drums and hoots out through the sound system.

"Rule numbah two; naw backseat drahvun."

Donny put the metal to the metal, and with a roar the van skidded up smoke in place for several seconds before finally earning enough traction to take off. It went from zero to sixty in seven seconds, and the very first thing Donny did after that was fly off of a steep ramp meant for unloading schooners. The vehicle spiraled thirty meters through the air over a large concrete gully, trailing dirt smoke behind it. The two would be upside down and forty feet above ground as Donny laid down the third rule, talking over the loud music and the screaming engine. Mick Jagger tore it up in the background.

*Rode a tank, held a general's rank, as the blitzkrieg reigned, and the bodies staaank...*

"Rule numbah three; Batman's gunnah be hurtun' fah certuhn tonight, and if yuh don't fancuh thuh idea of seein' Gothahm's heruh laid low, we ain't got nuh biznuss tuhgethuh."

The van would just barely make it over the gully, bouncing madly as it blasted between two houses and into a four way intersection. Several crashes echoed behind them as they shot through a red light and sped downtown. If Spider hadn't applied his seatbelt, he'd probably be sitting on his own head.
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