Doc Doctor

FACE FISTED: Billuh Vs. Gonad

@Liliya

Gonad frowned at the wretched sight. In spite of his short attention span, he could at least understand that a new threat had arisen. He too had been transported to Great Hall in Beardhalla. Huh!? Wasn't Gonad still in the cave? What happened to stuff occurring in the future? Who knew. This was all metaphysical and junk now, and when that sort of stuff met with Beardlords, whose power is automatically based off of their own perceptions of strength and honor when not bound by the rules of a realm, it became a moot point to try and make sense of what shit was going to happen next. Baldor and Gonad had once managed to turn a simple tea party into an interdimensional roller skating disco party conga line that ended with a continent-sized spirit yak shattering the atmosphere.

At any rate, before Gonad could go about snake hunting he had to fix up Billuh. He would need all the Beardlords he could gather. Gonad knew not why, but he felt it in his bones. He hop legged over to the gnome and then slammed his boot down to crush the cyber midget. Wait, what!? Why?

In Beardhalla, battle is a favorite pastime. Whenever a Beardbrother falls in combat outside of the mighty mead hall, he is respawned that he continue with the bloody jollies. Even when devastated, the place still contained the beardly power to revive fallen warriors. Billuh would be able to emerge from the ruins of the hall in a single piece, good as new.

Dark Fairytale RP: [Always Open]

Whelp, every fairy tale needs an antagonist. Here's my bid.

Zande Khanda

Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Race: Human

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, weighted serrated knife with ten inch blade, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom, teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, fingerless iron gauntlets, berserker potions.


(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)


(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is not often seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. Zande's cape, however, is by far his most recognizable feature. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon the ratty cloak, surmising the headhunter's passion for inflicting death.



Strengths/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can wrestle and subdue wild beasts with just his bare hands and overpower a stronger opponent through pure tenacity. These traits greatly pale in comparison to his incredible biting and striking power. He can and has killed men with a single well-aimed punch, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping clean through an unhusked coconut with a single bite. The magnitude is most impressive near the back of his molars, where he can leverage out enough brute force to rival the PSI of a dire wolf. Equally impressive is Zande's great speed and agility, which his lean body is practically built for. He can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness that puts to shame his native brethren. He can amplify the potency of his physical capabilities by consuming a special potion, which grants him animalistic power at the cost of sanity and internal bleeding.

Weaknesses~ Zande's aggression can be used against him with a little critical thinking, he has a crippling phobia of cats, and he leaves himself wide open after many attacks.

Personality~ Zande is a ruthless, care free lunatic. He does what he wants, when he wants, regardless of the consequences. He's very passionate about his lifestyle, and has no respect for those that display fear or weakness. Quite the double standard, as he wets himself at the sight of kitties. His insanity is matched only by his mischievous streak, as he adores pulling pranks and screwing around.

Background~ In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo secrets beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land. He's a cannibal and a headhunter, who seeks to further his reputation by collecting the skulls of formidable opponents.


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

Theme Music-

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

@ProPro@Krot

"First-Degree" Donny

Donny had been a busy bee. He had walked four miles to the mall to get some things, toting his heavy ever-present duffel bag with him. Donny had actually managed to break a sweat in the heat of the day. If Spider wanted a villainous prank war, he'd get one. After the Bat was dead, of course. Donny's mind was always swimming with the possibilities. It's said that Batman is in possession of various contingency plans to take out other superheroes. If that's the case, he must have some real nasty shit stockpiled up. Of course Batman doesn't realize his full potential. If Batman were to be more ruthless, who knows what he'd be capable of. With enough preparation, perhaps anything. Donny was no inventor, but he was practical. If he could gain access to the dead Bat's arsenal, gain access to his plans, he'd not need to be an inventor. Batman would have already done all of the work, after all, and any of the neat nonlethal crap could probably be reverse engineered by some payroll smartasses. With a little effort, he could switch professions. Hookers and deadbeats? The thrill was gone. Now a serial killer of super heroes...

He smashed through the window of a Nissan Xterra, a nice black one.

A half hour later Donny had arrived at the spot he intended to meet Spider at next. Right in front of city hall. The perfect spot to cause some trouble. He hadn't told Spider about this part of the plan. It was going to be a surprise present. He let his duffel bag drop to the ground, and shoved both hands into his pockets. All around him, busy folks went about their routines. Yuppies and bums, suits and sandals. Nice crowd. Donny threw his head back and yelled into the sky. His reedy, keening voice permeated the chattering hubbub like a knife. Even the mayor in his office could have heard it.

"THEYAH'S A TAHM BAHMB INNIS BAAA~AAAG!! TACTICAL NUKE, SET TAH GO OFF IN FAHVV MINNUTS, SMOKE EVERAHTHIN' FAH MILES!!"

He then sprinted away from the satchel and towards his vehicle, parked some forty yards away. He'd keep a sharp eye out for anyone that might try to give chase or take aim at him, weaving through pedestrians. The nearby crowd parted as he ran into their midst, until he reached the human thickets that hadn't seen him. Silence. Then a few yells, a scream or two. A stampede started up. This was Gotham motherfucking city. If somebody said there was a goddamn nuke, you fucking believed them and you got the shit out of there. Of course, it was impossible for everyone within a ten mile radius to evacuate in five minutes. No bomb disposal unit could make it in time neither.

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

@ProPro@Krot

How about you encounter Donny first? I'll have Donny head over to a place where he intends to meet Spider, but Constantine can get there first. After that we can just improvise.

Dangan Ronpa: Reloaded

@UnknownScarlet4

Louie trudged up to the small group, holding a Twinkie. He rammed the Twinkie into his mouth, cream filling smearing over his cheeks. Frowning, he then seized the front of his shirt, and with a growl, tore it away from his chunky body.

"Okay, which y'all jus' called me fat? Huh?"

His titties jiggled menacingly, but such a terror could not compare to the empty unknown of his pitch-black belly button. How deep did it delve? What mysterious things lay inside? Good things? Bad things? It was impossible to know without reaching in. The temptation was both mildly arousing and partially frightening.

FACE FISTED: Billuh Vs. Gonad

@Liliya

Throw Billuh away? Flinch or manouver away from an attack? The gnome did not know Gonad very well. Gonad endured battles almost every day, battles that would make a Vietnam vet wet himself. Despite his strength and skill, he most often found that guts was what separated the dead from the living. An opponent that doesn't give each attack their all is one who is destined to lose. Sometimes they hide their cowardice behind excuses, convincing themselves that they are "feeling out the target". Only a fool feels out an enemy that fears not death. The fool paces and jumps around, he flicks his little sword in and out with no real expectation to find a quick kill, he seeks comfort behind the length of a weapon and the thick of a shield, he hides amongst a circle of comrades and becomes dependent on the false courage of numbers. He knows not what it means to be willing to sacrifice one's very flesh and blood for victory, nay, cannot even comprehend the harsh reality of it. They like to say that preparation decides the victor. Well, Mike Tyson likes to say that everyone has a plan, until they get punched in the face. This is why, when the mortal hunter's gun fails him before a mother grizzly, he dies screaming and helpless, despite whatever illusory notions he may have previously held about his own toughness. Sometimes bears don't give a shit about taking a bullet, and bears are just the tip of the iceberg.

Ah, but Billuh was a kindred soul. One that understood the philosophy of the Beardforce, deep down. He had as much guts as Gonad, and because of this he had found the barbarian's only weakness. He had inadvertently forced Gonad to abandon his technical skills by turning the fight into a roshambo contest, into no holds barred "Chicken". Gonad's honor defined him, and he simply had to take whatever Billuh threw at him, just as Billuh took Gonad's attacks head on. He had turned Gonad's game against him.

Gonad saw Billuh was willing to dash himself to pieces against stone to win. Gonad therefore had no choice but to do the same. If he tried to escape or turn the tables on Billuh, that would be a true defeat for Gonad. Perhaps not outwardly, but he would know defeat in his soul. Pshhhhaww. As if Gonad wasn't happy to go along for the ride already. His blood soaked chest heaved with a passionate roar, but just before impact he would hold one of those mid-action dialogues with Billuh. There was something that had to be settled.

"Hruh... What be name of Mighty Migdet Man, for remember name Gonad will."

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

@ProPro@Krot

Also, ready for action whenever you guys are.

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Hey, It'd be great if whenever an I.C post concerning Donny is made, it contains a shout out to me so I can get stuff done quicker. Otherwise it's tough for me to sort everything out.

Arena Chat Thread

How about a low-tier/human level ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

Anyone up for a human/low tier ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

Anyone up for a low, mid, or human tier ranked match?

@Doc Doctor

FACE FISTED: Billuh Vs. Gonad

@Liliya

With a crunch the kick fractuted Gonad's sternum, and though his vast pectoral muscles were far too thick and powerful to allow his heart to be severely damaged, the gnome's kick had managed to land with such perfect timing that the barbarian's engine actually skipped a beat. Gonad seemed to flicker out of consciousness for a brief moment, leaving him unable to defend against another well timed attack should the gnome still have enough gusto. Despite it all, Gonad's hold on Billuh wouldn't loosen. Even when out of his brain, the hulking warrior's muscle memory was flawless.