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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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Larry Corll

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"Shit runs downhill."
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|| Larry Corll ||
Corll

|| Male ||
|| 15 ||

|| Ninth Grade ||

|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Single

|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Corll is a more or less unremarkable teen. Not ugly, not handsome, not ripped, not skinny. He stands at 5'11", 160 pounds. He rarely wears anything other than polo shirts and slacks.

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|| PERSONALITY ||
The school bully. Some say bullies do what they do as a result of a poor home life. More often than not, that's the truth. They feel a need to lash out at the unfairness of the world. That does not describe Larry Corll. He knows what he is, and what he does. He sees himself from the third person, as a lone entity acting out his own will. He likes how things are, he looks forward to how things will be. He plays the game one step at a time, taking it all in his stride as he makes clear his intent. Corll is not a good boy. Corll is a very, very bad boy. He enjoys accentuating dirty deeds with profound quotes.


|| HOBBIES ||
● Hiking, watching movies, hockey, bullying

|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
He enjoys being bad. He dislikes authority figures and kids that try to be white knights.

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|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
His father is in prison for attempted murder. His mother is a stay at home alcoholic.

|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
Corll's home is a small, run down apartment in a bad neighborhood.

|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
He rides a blue bike.


|| BIOGRAPHY ||
Corll had a bad childhood. His daddy beat him like a dog, often using a baseball in a sock. His mother never helped. He's hopped from school to school over the years, having been in several states. His father was put in the brig for nearly killing a sister-in-law with a golf club. His father had been in an affair with her at the time. Corll has been a bully since he started middle school, and a particularly nasty one at that. He's been kicked out of a few schools, but has gotten wiser since then, more sensitive to the art of being subtle.

|| THEME SONG ||
@LeeRoy

Zande advanced to meet Ansgar, but his approach could be hardly considered slow and steady. He broke into an outright sprint, legs pumping and scissoring him across the distance between them, left axe swinging high up over his left shoulder, the lunatic headhunter cocking back as if he were about to pitch for the World Series. As he rushed forth, his chest expanded as he sucked in a great, heaving breath of air, jaw clenched and cheeks taut in preparation for the exertion to come. Tendons played across his dark-skinned neck like wires in a piano. Upon getting within striking range of Ansgar, a shuddering, maniacal howl positively gushed out from him, spittle spray and steamed breath escaping his maw as sulfur and lava would an erupting volcano, his lungs emptying out as his entire body torqued into a mad caricature of volatile motion. Zande wasn't attacking in the way a man does. This was the assault of a genuine monster, whose sole purpose was to inflict as much grievous harm as possible no matter the cost.



The right axe thrust out to meet the front of the shield should Ansgar remain where he was in his current position, potentially catching the spike between the bladed prongs at the top of the axe head at an angle such as to force the shield outwards to Ansgar's left. Zande's intent following that was more than obvious, given how he was about to devote nearly every iota of his physical being into swinging his heavy left axe.

Ansgar could continue with his stab, Zande wouldn't stop him. It was a tempting proposition, surely, to try and stab Zande through the neck or body as he rushed into range. But, all things considered...


*Hot Steppa, the battleaxe that was soon to come. An instrument of death if ever there was one. Six pounds of wickedly ridged steel, the same amount of metal put into a Zweihander, quadruple folded into a compact cleaver-like blade that could bludgeon a wild boar to death just as easily as it could chop the animal near in half. It took more than strength to put such a weapon to use. It required the body's full devotion and perhaps even more importantly, one needed the raw insanity to even think about being reckless enough to swing the thing around. But at exactly what point did Zande's recklessness become cunning? Madness and stupidity are separate entities, after all...*
@LeeRoy
Then I'll provide the theme!

@LeeRoy

Zande swaggered into view out of the flat darkness, like an apparition. He waved at the window, yellow teeth glinting dimly from behind the seared steel of an intimidating mask strapped to his head. He was waving with a battleaxe big enough to make a Foreman grill out of. A second axe of similar size hung from his other hand at his side. The foreigner was tall, likely taller than most people in this country figured a man had a right to be. How scary! Surely with-

"'EY BWANA! Ya seen da bad bwoy I 'sposed ta be meetin'? I gadda kill 'em so I become popyalar an' den ged all da white wimmins ta pway hide da snake in da jungle brush."

He talked not only like an illiterate youth, but also surpassed every offensive stereotype known to men both black and white. Was he some sort of quasi-hipster? Did he even know what he sounded like? Who the hell in their right mind ran around not only dual wielding weapons, but weapons of such unwieldy size? Why am I asking YOU all these questions!?



Obviously, the only possible response to this situation was to jump out the window and challenge this racially offensive, culturally subversive amalgam of all things related to black people and jungles.

@LeeRoy

No probs! Except... This battle needs a theme song. CHOOSE.
@Divinity

I'd imagine it's like that one broken Naruto power, with like the black fire that burns anything. Except, you know, lightning here.

@HarbingerKurahi

Let's have a match so you can get warmed up!

Should I assume that Kurahi isn't faster than the speed of sound, movement-wise? Whenever I don't mention character speeds, that's because they are still reasonably within the limits square/cube law and don't dart around any more quickly than peak human/peak animal.

If that's the case and he's subsonic, here's my characters that could conceivably be good matchups. Pick one!







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