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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
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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@Ammokkx
Fuubi tensed as Yuta came into sight. The kid had actually ran into the area, set his blazing eyes on Fuubi, and launched into an excited fist pump.
Fuubi stood quickly, frantically putting his cloying jerk face back on... Only to stare in utter confusion as Yuta simply walked away. What sort of mind game was this!?
~He must be toying with me. Or wait! Do I have something in my teeth? No matter. If he isn't going to duel me, then I'll ally myself with him. A true master of war knows the value of connections!~
Fuubi jammed his deck back into his duel disk and charged straight towards Yuta. He slid to a fierce stop before the canopy, heels skidding on gravel, proceeding to dip his head down as he introduced himself.
"Greetings! I am Fuubi Yagara, of Utopia House. You can just call be 'Da Fuubster' though."
Fuubi tensed as Yuta came into sight. The kid had actually ran into the area, set his blazing eyes on Fuubi, and launched into an excited fist pump.
Fuubi stood quickly, frantically putting his cloying jerk face back on... Only to stare in utter confusion as Yuta simply walked away. What sort of mind game was this!?
~He must be toying with me. Or wait! Do I have something in my teeth? No matter. If he isn't going to duel me, then I'll ally myself with him. A true master of war knows the value of connections!~
Fuubi jammed his deck back into his duel disk and charged straight towards Yuta. He slid to a fierce stop before the canopy, heels skidding on gravel, proceeding to dip his head down as he introduced himself.
"Greetings! I am Fuubi Yagara, of Utopia House. You can just call be 'Da Fuubster' though."
If Xavier did nothing and froze up, Auz would pick his dagger back up and finish the fella off with a knife to the skull.
Fuubi was quick to realize that he had arrived early - too early. He sighed and dropped the sideshow act, taking a seat at the fountain's edge. He pulled out his unusually large deck and began thumbing through it, visualising all of the possible combinations. In all honesty, he wasn't half as confident as he let on. He had always been high risk/high reward, with no middle ground. Despite having trained hard, he still found himself wary of what was to come. Heart of the cards? Nope. Never seemed to work for him. It was all about deceit, subterfuge, and strategy. He had to make a good impression, or suffer being labled a joke. He knew he could win against someone cocky enough to accept one of his ludicrous challenges, and once everyone knew his game... He'd have to start mixing things up.
He knew that in some parts of the world, multiple duels were required to satiate a contest. To keep opponents guessing, a few of these duelists kept a "side deck" handy, to remain thoroughly unpredictable and flexible.
Fuubi could only hope that he won his first duel, otherwise it'd be a downward spiral. If he slipped up, his secret would become known for nothing, and his chances of going pro would be cut clean in half.
Just thinking about it made Fuubi sweat like a pig. He wiped at his forehead with a sleeve and glanced around to see if anybody had arrived yet.
He knew that in some parts of the world, multiple duels were required to satiate a contest. To keep opponents guessing, a few of these duelists kept a "side deck" handy, to remain thoroughly unpredictable and flexible.
Fuubi could only hope that he won his first duel, otherwise it'd be a downward spiral. If he slipped up, his secret would become known for nothing, and his chances of going pro would be cut clean in half.
Just thinking about it made Fuubi sweat like a pig. He wiped at his forehead with a sleeve and glanced around to see if anybody had arrived yet.
Vampire Application
Appearance: 6'3", 165 pounds. He has yellow eyes and pallid skin, most often wears a black cloak and robe with a frayed rope belt.
Name: Mahzun LaCroix
(I is a purps flamingy)
Age (100-500): 500
Rank Amongst the Royal Family: Uncle
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mahzun is a cruel creature, with few if any positive characteristics. He's always hungry, unable to stop himself from preying on mortals when he comes across them. He doesn't care in the least for his family, only mooching around because he has nowhere else to go. He's a blood junkie, a vampire who long ago lost many of his emotions to bloodlust. He enjoys discontent and misery, and the only thing he seems to enjoy besides blood? Petty games that challenge the mind. Chess, tic-tac-toe, hide and seek, anything. He is proud of his intelligence, despite being a slave to his own desires, and if a human is clever enough, they might even be able to bargain with Mahzun, tempting him to play a game for a chance at life if they win.
Other than that, he's a loner who creeps about in the background, merely waiting and watching.
Bio: Mahzun was always the black sheep of the family, shunned by the others for his lack of self control and bad attitude in general. In the past he had been known as one of the foul monsters of legend, who had terrorized and emptied out entire homesteads in the night. His malefic demeanor reached such a pinnacle that he became what is known as a feral vampire, a being that had lost its beauty and grace, the ugliness inside growing like a tumor until it became the vampire itself. The days of Mahzun's youth have long since passed, but he's lost none of his guile or strength. He may have mellowed out a bit, no longer wiping out humans en masse, but he still lurks nearby at all times, an object of derision and hate that is only tolerated because he's family.
Likes: Fear, misery, blood, and games
Dislikes: Friendship, love, hunger, and losing
Appearance: 6'3", 165 pounds. He has yellow eyes and pallid skin, most often wears a black cloak and robe with a frayed rope belt.
Name: Mahzun LaCroix
(I is a purps flamingy)
Age (100-500): 500
Rank Amongst the Royal Family: Uncle
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mahzun is a cruel creature, with few if any positive characteristics. He's always hungry, unable to stop himself from preying on mortals when he comes across them. He doesn't care in the least for his family, only mooching around because he has nowhere else to go. He's a blood junkie, a vampire who long ago lost many of his emotions to bloodlust. He enjoys discontent and misery, and the only thing he seems to enjoy besides blood? Petty games that challenge the mind. Chess, tic-tac-toe, hide and seek, anything. He is proud of his intelligence, despite being a slave to his own desires, and if a human is clever enough, they might even be able to bargain with Mahzun, tempting him to play a game for a chance at life if they win.
Other than that, he's a loner who creeps about in the background, merely waiting and watching.
Bio: Mahzun was always the black sheep of the family, shunned by the others for his lack of self control and bad attitude in general. In the past he had been known as one of the foul monsters of legend, who had terrorized and emptied out entire homesteads in the night. His malefic demeanor reached such a pinnacle that he became what is known as a feral vampire, a being that had lost its beauty and grace, the ugliness inside growing like a tumor until it became the vampire itself. The days of Mahzun's youth have long since passed, but he's lost none of his guile or strength. He may have mellowed out a bit, no longer wiping out humans en masse, but he still lurks nearby at all times, an object of derision and hate that is only tolerated because he's family.
Likes: Fear, misery, blood, and games
Dislikes: Friendship, love, hunger, and losing
@EmzyOfNeverland
He provokes humans, not other vampires. He knows that if he pissed off the King, he'd wind up homeless.
He provokes humans, not other vampires. He knows that if he pissed off the King, he'd wind up homeless.
Vampire Application
Appearance: 6'3", 165 pounds. He has yellow eyes and pallid skin, most often wears a black cloak and robe with a frayed rope belt.
Name: Mahzun LaCroix
(I is a purps flamingy)
Age (100-500): 500
Rank Amongst the Royal Family: Uncle
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mahzun is a cruel creature, with few if any positive characteristics. He's always hungry, unable to stop himself from preying on mortals when he comes across them. He doesn't care in the least for his family, only mooching around because he has nowhere else to go. He's a blood junkie, a vampire who long ago lost many of his emotions to bloodlust. He enjoys discontent and misery, and the only thing he seems to enjoy besides blood? Petty games that challenge the mind. Chess, tic-tac-toe, hide and seek, anything. He is proud of his intelligence, despite being a slave to his own desires, and if a human is clever enough, they might even be able to bargain with Mahzun, tempting him to play a game for a chance at life if they win.
Other than that, he's a loner who creeps about in the background, merely waiting and watching.
Bio: Mahzun was always the black sheep of the family, shunned by the others for his lack of self control and bad attitude in general. In the past he had been known as one of the foul monsters of legend, who had terrorized and emptied out entire homesteads in the night. His malefic demeanor reached such a pinnacle that he became what is known as a feral vampire, a being that had lost its beauty and grace, the ugliness inside growing like a tumor until it became the vampire itself. The days of Mahzun's youth have long since passed, but he's lost none of his guile or strength. He may have mellowed out a bit, no longer wiping out humans en masse, but he still lurks nearby at all times, an object of derision and hate that is only tolerated because he's family.
Likes: Fear, misery, blood, and games
Dislikes: Friendship, love, hunger, and losing
Appearance: 6'3", 165 pounds. He has yellow eyes and pallid skin, most often wears a black cloak and robe with a frayed rope belt.
Name: Mahzun LaCroix
(I is a purps flamingy)
Age (100-500): 500
Rank Amongst the Royal Family: Uncle
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Mahzun is a cruel creature, with few if any positive characteristics. He's always hungry, unable to stop himself from preying on mortals when he comes across them. He doesn't care in the least for his family, only mooching around because he has nowhere else to go. He's a blood junkie, a vampire who long ago lost many of his emotions to bloodlust. He enjoys discontent and misery, and the only thing he seems to enjoy besides blood? Petty games that challenge the mind. Chess, tic-tac-toe, hide and seek, anything. He is proud of his intelligence, despite being a slave to his own desires, and if a human is clever enough, they might even be able to bargain with Mahzun, tempting him to play a game for a chance at life if they win.
Other than that, he's a loner who creeps about in the background, merely waiting and watching.
Bio: Mahzun was always the black sheep of the family, shunned by the others for his lack of self control and bad attitude in general. In the past he had been known as one of the foul monsters of legend, who had terrorized and emptied out entire homesteads in the night. His malefic demeanor reached such a pinnacle that he became what is known as a feral vampire, a being that had lost its beauty and grace, the ugliness inside growing like a tumor until it became the vampire itself. The days of Mahzun's youth have long since passed, but he's lost none of his guile or strength. He may have mellowed out a bit, no longer wiping out humans en masse, but he still lurks nearby at all times, an object of derision and hate that is only tolerated because he's family.
Likes: Fear, misery, blood, and games
Dislikes: Friendship, love, hunger, and losing
Fuubi strode around the campus, looking to scope out the competition. He paused beside a fine marble fountain, thrust his left arm into the air (brandishing the duel disk strapped to it in the process), and yelled at the top of his voice!
"Okay-aru! Ret's duel-aru! I, Yagara Fuubi, will accept any opponent-aru!"
Oh boy. He was really playing up his Japanese heritage by horrendously mocking the native language. Not only that, but judging by the way he was waggling his ass as he spoke, he must have thought himself to be a real hot customer. Were Yugi here, he'd probably see a fair bit of comparison between this chump and that creepy little Weevil fella. Both were short, ugly, rude, and arrogant.
"Okay-aru! Ret's duel-aru! I, Yagara Fuubi, will accept any opponent-aru!"
Oh boy. He was really playing up his Japanese heritage by horrendously mocking the native language. Not only that, but judging by the way he was waggling his ass as he spoke, he must have thought himself to be a real hot customer. Were Yugi here, he'd probably see a fair bit of comparison between this chump and that creepy little Weevil fella. Both were short, ugly, rude, and arrogant.
@Lyla
Don't worry, I can understand. Not every roleplay is suited for having a main character constantly bellowing out things like, "Get my cocksuckin' axe you grundle! This punk goblin needs one right up his turdshooter, ASAP!!".
Don't worry, I can understand. Not every roleplay is suited for having a main character constantly bellowing out things like, "Get my cocksuckin' axe you grundle! This punk goblin needs one right up his turdshooter, ASAP!!".
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