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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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@Rai

Here's my app! Tell me if you're fine with my character's power.



@Liliya

The roundhouse missed and Gonad was struck head on, shockwaves tearing loose stalactites from the shuddering ceiling. As Billuh impacted, Gonad's left arm would seek to wrap around the gnome and hug him in place. Gonad's liver was obliterated, and only his ability to control his blood pressure and circulation kept him from passing out right then and there. He'd likely go flying back into the basalt wall, perhaps with Billuh in tow, madly pounding on the gnome's face with the bone-flecked stump of his left forearm, unleashing a continuous fusillade of frenetic collisions, pure jackhammer ferocity.

*Sweat evaporating into waves of compressed heat, shards of bone peppering through rock and rubble like gunfire, both combatants drenching themselves in hissing bright red blood, the Beardforce manifesting around them as white hot gouts of hyperactive flame, each tendril of madly whipping fire composed of countless unseen celestial beard hairs. Though cold water would begin jetting into the melee through the many deep cracks that were opening around them, it would be vaporized into clouds of sea salt upon contact with the screaming conflagration, the salt in turn flaring orange before atomizing into a blue haze which would hang lazily about the conflict. The chamber would be echoing with the battle hymns of old, a thousand unseen valkyries singing and chanting. There was no need to worry about the monster. It had spontaneously knocked itself out with a rock to avoid any sort of retribution at the hands of the Beardlords for making an unwanted guest appearance, much in the same way a man may punch himself in the face before a scary-ass biker to keep the biker from doing the job himself.*
As LeeRoy slid in, Gonad would allow the oven mitts to trespass his guard. Though LeeRoy's paws were deadly, there was a problem with his strategy. His arms were shorter and weaker than Gonad's. The idea had probably crossed LeeRoy's mind that should he be able to grab Gonad's arms, he would be able to grievously damage his opponent's primary means of inflicting damage. Gonad had thought of that first though, and despite his simple nature he was no fool. He knew that he had to seize the arms of LeeRoy first, before his opponent realized the trap and tried to reverse the situation. Just as the Spaceman's palms made it past where Gonad's elbows would would be should his arms have been fully extended (which they were not), the barbarian chambered his elbows to keep his arms unforgivingly stiff and swung both meathooks up to clamp one forearm to each hand. Were this to occur LeeRoy's momentum would jolt to a sudden stop, as if he had been in a sedan and had hit the brakes hard. He'd not only be held in place before the Mr. Universe of wrestlers, but would be down also on his knees and without any proper way to protect himself from the devastating assault that would follow.

"Hruh. Stop hitting self!"

LeeRoy's hands would be repeatedly jerked back into his own face, in a manner most anticlimactic. The smacks would probably be far less brutal than the blows Gonad normally delivered due to a supposed resistance, but each limp hit would still be painful. It was middle school all over again.

@Liliya

Gonad's fists had indeed been worn to stumps by now, up to the middle of his forearms in fact. He had also broken both feet from the dropkick. Regardless, he pressed the assault! He launched himself down to where Billuh was, and lashed out with a right roundhouse so nasty that it split the air with a crack like thunder, a jet stream of melting air and pure white smoke trailing at his heel. The impact would surely shatter Gonad's leg like glass.
@LeeRoy

Gonad clasped his hands together and obliterated the stool with a mighty swing. In-between his hands he held a bottle of Wild Turkey 101. The glass shattered and his mitts were set aflame. Most men would, at this point, scream in pain and run for water. The opposite was true of Gonad. Instead, having flaming hands seemed to ignite his fighting spirit as well. Though his flesh burned, the idea of having burning fists lent fury to the warrior!Gonad shoved himself to the floor and began charging on his knees towards LeeRoy, right arm half extended and fingers flexing, seeking to clamp down upon the fellow's midriff. Gonad let loose with a lusty war cry as he attacked!

"HEEEEEAAAAARRRGGGGHHH!!"

"Ayuh."
-Donny

Back to the basics

Name
Donovan Booth

What I Go By
"First-Degree" Donny

Age
36

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Why is this a question? Straight.

Birth Date:
February 7th

Title
I’m the freelance hitman, loyal and faithful to anybody willing to pay.

The Reflection in the Mirror



Height
5'10"

Weight
160 lbs

Eye Color
Emerald

Hair Color
Ginger

Ethnicity
Mainer

Physical Appearance
A slight but sturdy man with no eyebrows, a porn stache, and a soft, innocuous face. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent.

Attire
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.



Weaponry & Skills

Standard Weapons
-Customised Model M513 Raging Judge Magnum revolver with a titanium firing cylinder and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the thigh. The rifling of the barrel, the cylinder tapering, and the frame are modified in a manner reminiscent of the Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR, to accommodate high speed .460 Magnum rounds. Put simply, the most powerful six round revolver on the planet. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, one .410 bore clip, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, and three .454 Hornady jacketed hollow point clips, and three .460 Magnum 200 grain DPX Cor-Bon clips. The hammer is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the double-action function.

-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.

-Zippo lighter.

-A roll of quarters.

-Fake police inspector badge.

-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 Magnum's barrel or to the MP5.

-Heckler & Koch MP5 with three 100-round beta feed magazines, utilizing .40 S&W hollow point rounds and a silencer. This is carried in a satchel.

-.950 JDJ rifle with one round, loaded. This 85 pound gun is kept in the back of Donny's van, which is usually nearby. Comes with a scope.

-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.

-Twenty-five foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It's almost invisible to the naked eye, as light as a spider's web, sharp enough to cut through bone with effort, and can withstand up to 2,200 pounds of tension without breaking. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch.

-A plain white van fitted with an 800 hp 3.5-litre RS5 V10 engine. Fire spits from the tailpipes, the motor screams like a banshee, and the vehicle goes from 0-62 in 2.8 seconds. The paneling and darkened windows are bulletproof.

-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.

-Four adhesive bombs in the same satchel as his tommy gun, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.















Skills

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 the skill of a master gunslinger, in addition to a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most oftenly attributed to street magicians. He is extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare, in addition to having a photographic memory combined with a formidable spatial sense. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite professional killer. 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 Magnum revolver, 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 excellent accuracy. For reference as to the revolver's power, the .45 Colt slugs can put a one inch hole through a steel cooking pan at mid-range. The Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7 and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. The Casull hollow points can reduce a wild boar's innards to custard. The .460 Magnum rounds travel at Mach 2, easily faster than even .500 and .600 bullets, and can vaporize a human head as if it were a rotten cabbage.



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 secret weapon, the .950 JDJ rifle, fires a bullet with over nineteen tons of force per square foot.
It can literally shoot through schools.



Strengths

-Killing, killing, and more killing.

Weaknesses

Unaffiliation. Donny typically works solo save for his noncombatant spotter, and so hasn't any backing from large groups. As such, despite his great skill and cutting edge arsenal, he can be easily outnumbered in most situations.
It's more than plausible for him to wind up in the midst of two dozen pissed off Mafiosos, who would have a field day making Donny eat his own ass.

Confidence. Donny never refuses a job (provided the price is right) and allows himself into the worst of situations. For example, he'll willingly walk into a police station to shoot the chief if paid enough.

Things I waste my Time With

Hobbies

Killing things, annoying people, visiting Starbucks.

Likes

See the above.

Dislike
Animals, teenagers, old people, slow drivers, foreigners, mushrooms, whiners, pop music, and little people who make big threats.

What I’m Really Like

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 revolver. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would decidedly call detachment, though it isn't. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can, primarily by way of murder, but also by driving like a complete maniac, playing games with law enforcement, and committing acts of terrorism. He remains socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He's 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.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, drinking black coffee, making faces at children, and visiting strip clubs.



All About My Past

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. In his youth he won several national marksman championships. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van and hit the road, moving to New York and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. He not only impressed the crime bosses as a lethal and merciless efficient bookie enforcer. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy.

Whenever he wasn't popping filchers, he was taking up hits. Assassinations of all kinds were welcome. He soon grew into the role of the underworld's grim reaper, seemingly able to kill anyone, anywhere, within three weeks regardless of their location or importance. These days, as a hobby he stalks and kills prostitutes in alleys and subways with a claw hammer. Sometimes you just need to let it all out.



My Blood
Father- Buddy Booth, aged 84.
Mother- Maudlin Booth, aged 76.
Uncle- Larry Dunning, deceased.

Relationships

Donny keeps a spotter on duty at all times to forewarn him of unseen threats.

His spotters are...

"Dirty" Jeb Garbutt, aged 42

Oswald Cady, 45

Pedro "Speedy" Gutiarez, 31

Other/Theme Song


What about an unranked fight with Donny then?

I hope my pics are realistic enough for ya! I'm real picky about the creative process and always feel compelled to craft my character's features personally, rather than use already existing images.

"Ayuh."
-Donny

Back to the basics

Name
Donovan Booth

What I Go By
"First-Degree" Donny

Age
36

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Why is this a question? Straight.

Birth Date:
February 7th

Title
I’m the freelance hitman, loyal and faithful to anybody willing to pay.

The Reflection in the Mirror



Height
5'10"

Weight
160 lbs

Eye Color
Emerald

Hair Color
Ginger

Ethnicity
Mainer

Physical Appearance
A slight but sturdy man with no eyebrows, a porn stache, and a soft, innocuous face. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent.

Attire
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.



Weaponry & Skills

Standard Weapons
-Customised Model M513 Raging Judge Magnum revolver with a titanium firing cylinder and a Mernickle quick draw holster worn on the thigh. The rifling of the barrel, the cylinder tapering, and the frame are modified in a manner reminiscent of the Smith & Wesson Model 460XVR, to accommodate high speed .460 Magnum rounds. Put simply, the most powerful six round revolver on the planet. Donny carries three .45 Colt 325 grain Buffalo Bore moon clips, one .410 bore clip, three .454 Casull XTP Hornady clips, and three .454 Hornady jacketed hollow point clips, and three .460 Magnum 200 grain DPX Cor-Bon clips. The hammer is modified to allow for fanning as a faster alternative to the double-action function.

-Unfiltered Camel soft pack cigarettes.

-Zippo lighter.

-A roll of quarters.

-Fake police inspector badge.

-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 Magnum's barrel or to the MP5.

-Heckler & Koch MP5 with three 100-round beta feed magazines, utilizing .40 S&W hollow point rounds and a silencer. This is carried in a satchel.

-.950 JDJ rifle with one round, loaded. This 85 pound gun is kept in the back of Donny's van, which is usually nearby. Comes with a scope.

-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.

-Twenty-five foot razor sharp microfilament garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch that can be withdrawn via clip ring. It's almost invisible to the naked eye, as light as a spider's web, sharp enough to cut through bone with effort, and can withstand up to 2,200 pounds of tension without breaking. Donny can control how much is extracted and retracted with the interface of his watch.

-A plain white van fitted with an 800 hp 3.5-litre RS5 V10 engine. Fire spits from the tailpipes, the motor screams like a banshee, and the vehicle goes from 0-62 in 2.8 seconds. The paneling and darkened windows are bulletproof.

-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.

-Four adhesive bombs in the same satchel as his tommy gun, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.















Skills

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 the skill of a master gunslinger, in addition to a level of manual dexterity and slight of hand most oftenly attributed to street magicians. He is extremely deceptive, excelling in both acting and psychological warfare, in addition to having a photographic memory combined with a formidable spatial sense. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite professional killer. 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 Magnum revolver, 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 excellent accuracy. For reference as to the revolver's power, the .45 Colt slugs can put a one inch hole through a steel cooking pan at mid-range. The Casull rounds travel at Mach 1.7 and need but a single shot to take down an African bull elephant. The Casull hollow points can reduce a wild boar's innards to custard. The .460 Magnum rounds travel at Mach 2, easily faster than even .500 and .600 bullets, and can vaporize a human head as if it were a rotten cabbage.



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 secret weapon, the .950 JDJ rifle, fires a bullet with over nineteen tons of force per square foot.
It can literally shoot through schools.



Strengths

-Killing, killing, and more killing.

Weaknesses

Unaffiliation. Donny typically works solo save for his noncombatant spotter, and so hasn't any backing from large groups. As such, despite his great skill and cutting edge arsenal, he can be easily outnumbered in most situations.
It's more than plausible for him to wind up in the midst of two dozen pissed off Mafiosos, who would have a field day making Donny eat his own ass.

Confidence. Donny never refuses a job (provided the price is right) and allows himself into the worst of situations. For example, he'll willingly walk into a police station to shoot the chief if paid enough.

Things I waste my Time With

Hobbies

Killing things, annoying people, visiting Starbucks.

Likes

See the above.

Dislike
Animals, teenagers, old people, slow drivers, foreigners, mushrooms, whiners, pop music, and little people who make big threats.

What I’m Really Like

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 revolver. He follows orders only because he likes having something to do, and what he likes to do is kill. As long as there is violence in the distance he will allow others to give him direction, for a price.
He's outrageously crafty and as mean as an Arizona rattler, albeit with a nigh unbreechable calmness some would decidedly call detachment, though it isn't. He's an adrenaline junkie that gets his fix any way he can, primarily by way of murder, but also by driving like a complete maniac, playing games with law enforcement, and committing acts of terrorism. He remains socially passable by modern standards, but has no qualms about being a public nuisance. He's 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.
He likes taking first-class rides at the airport, drinking black coffee, making faces at children, and visiting strip clubs.



All About My Past

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. In his youth he won several national marksman championships. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van and hit the road, moving to New York and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a crime syndicate hit man that dispatched anyone who filched on their gambling debts, seizing their assets for himself along with 20-40% of however much money they owed to his employers, plus expenses. He not only impressed the crime bosses as a lethal and merciless efficient bookie enforcer. Obviously his reputation decreased business, but it was a simple matter for the higher ups to conceal his involvement in many of the deaths. The consistency of his work easily made up for any gamblers he slew or scared away by proxy.

Whenever he wasn't popping filchers, he was taking up hits. Assassinations of all kinds were welcome. He soon grew into the role of the underworld's grim reaper, seemingly able to kill anyone, anywhere, within three weeks regardless of their location or importance. These days, as a hobby he stalks and kills prostitutes in alleys and subways with a claw hammer. Sometimes you just need to let it all out.



My Blood
Father- Buddy Booth, aged 84.
Mother- Maudlin Booth, aged 76.
Uncle- Larry Dunning, deceased.

Relationships

Donny keeps a spotter on duty at all times to forewarn him of unseen threats.

His spotters are...

"Dirty" Jeb Garbutt, aged 42

Oswald Cady, 45

Pedro "Speedy" Gutiarez, 31

Other/Theme Song


Anyone up yet for a meeting with Spider and Donny?
@Liliya

Gonad witnessed the birth of a new Beardlord, and could scarcely believe his eye. Only three Beardlords could exist at a time, and Gonad had been the last after the deaths of his Beardkin back in his home dimension.

http://rsroleplay.wikia.com/wiki/Baldor_Greyfur

http://rsroleplay.wikia.com/wiki/Alrekr_Ormrson

The Beardlords were destined to return to three, as always they have been. The second had been revealed. Surely the Son of Baldor was destined to complete the circle. This surely meant that Billuh was due for many adventures among the Beardlords.

Gonad hadn't the time to ponder this, though. He was too busy being headbutted through several steel walls by a golden bearded terminator gnome. First the initiation into Beard-dom through battle, then adventures.

Every rib belonging to Gonad shattered as the gleaming dome of Billuh struck like a Howitzer, blood spewing from the barbarian's nose and mouth. The entire underground arena began collapsing in on itself. Not that such a thing mattered, for Gonad would plunge back through the debris, concrete dissolving before his dynamic speed as he attempted to dropkick Billuh out through the falling ruins and into the adjacent cavern. Yes, the arena wasn't in a city. It was concealed within the wetlands of Florida. Bones flew everywhere, like confetti in a wind chamber. A very surprised monster that had been napping atop the bones woke up like the baby panda in that one funny video, jerking awake just in time to be sent ragdolling clear to the other end of the chamber, almost 8,000 feet away. It would land in the black distance with an explosive thud the likes of which would impress even Squidward.




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