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Call me Doc. I'm open to just about every form of roleplay at any time, so if you want to have some fun just toss a P.M my way.

I do prefer RM, URM, or low tier fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand and swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match just any old time!

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I accept the loss, but I do want to have my say alongside the above ruling, that both be taken into consideration. There are two sides to every coin, huh?

I was never asked to alter that portion of Gonad's profile, as pertaining to the Beardforce scaling flawlessly with an opponent's full latent power, nor was I notified of such a change. What's more, my profile was misread by the judge, who incorrectly stated that the Beardforce only scales from Gonad's perception of an opponent, when in fact it's based from their full latent power as well. Gonad also recognized the kid as an opponent on sight, and so on sight did the Beardforce activate. I am aware of the no metagaming ruling, but I should have been told before the fight about what changes were implemented to my character. It was an impossible attack to dodge, and without warning Gonad was deprived of his only means to survive the attack. It wasn't a mismatch, but a severe judicial error.

Gonad is susceptible to enemy attacks, doesn't mean they all kill him, particularly if they are straight up impossible to react to and avoid without powerplaying.

Say you have a giant standing three miles tall. He can kill with his breath alone, so powerful is he. Gonad is powerscaled to the might of the giant, able to trade blows with it. Should its breath, effortless and impossible to avoid due to how much of it there is, considered deadly to lesser creatures, be instant doom for Gonad, who is no lesser creature? Is it a full force attack requiring all of the giant's assets to land, as how a punch from Gonad requires the synchronization of his whole body to a task?

That is how I came to my decision to take the blow, rather than dodge it and wind up with a massively hypersonic Gonad. This being a mid tier tournament, I did not consider it reasonable to be able to move in response to lightning.

Think of an armored man with a machine gun facing a naked man wielding only his fists. A good comparison to the Beardforce's application is to think of how physically capable the fistfighter would need to be to stand a perfectly fair chance of beating the armored gunman.


The ultimate purpose of the Beardforce is equalization to the purpose of a fair fight, the very core of Gonad's power. Again, the function of the Beardforce, by its very nature, is to make a fight even-steven for both competitors. If it is not allowed to fulfill that purpose I'm essentially forced to compete with a severe handicap. Was it fair for the Beardforce to grant Gonad, a barehanded melee fighter, a high resistance to electricity, taking into account its redundantly high velocity, range, and spamability? How Jason's entire body was electrified to the touch? Or would it have been more acceptable to move in reaction to lightning? The Beardforce is a simple power, one that doesn't require a working technical knowledge of physics.

I feel that the fight was lopsided in the sudden nerfing of Gonad without my notice and the forced inability to fairly deal with the lightning as a result. An OTK? Yes. Legitimate? Well, hasn't a winner has been declared? Logic enough, I suppose. I must still respect the judge's decision, for in all honesty, I should have anticipated the vast subjectivity of how everyone defines 'fair', misread profiles aside. I had many indications that the Beardforce was too ambitious a power, yet I ignored them with the thought that I could somehow give 'fair' a tangible form. It was a matter both too controversial and too encompassing to be at all practical in a competitive environment such as this one.
@Rai

Auz saw the direction Magnix was heading, and figured it for a trap. Instead of following, he just stopped and began retreating backwards towards his fallen sword. Might as well, and then resume his rushdown once that crazy fire guy chilled out.
@Keileon

As it turned out, Gonad could stand up quite well to electricity. The human body has a natural resistance to it, 99% of this resistance making up the skin. Those with a particularly thick, dry hide could have up to 100,000 Ω, even. Gonad was even tougher than that. But, that didn't matter in this scenario, because, well, the bastard was damp with sweat. Even then, it still wasn't nearly enough to do the job. A normal man might have been electrocuted on the spot depending on the potency of the charge. Gonad's honey badger-like, grizzly bear vitality and enhanced physical durability from the Beardforce reduced the effectiveness of the shock to that of a civilian taser.

Tasers can make most folks fall right over, forces their muscles to clench up. Thing was, Gonad reigned supreme over his body. He had complete control over his musculature, able to overcome the spasms the moment he registered them. What's more, there have been men documented as withstanding stun guns during arrests, and there exist videos of police officers powering through stun guns during training as well.




And like an aggrivated suspect, Gonad dropped his jolly airs and surged towards Jason, a grimace of effort twisting his features. It had slowed Gonad down, true, but not by much. It had affected him like how a rookie jab affects a professional boxer. What else could a sudden, out of the blue thunderjolt equate to? Worthy of a wince and a wink, but not even close to the caliber of a fight ending blow.

Gonad, as a rule of thumb, didn't bargain with jabs. They were safe attacks, stunners, pokes. He preferred to simply brain the other guy and skip the formalities of 'feeling out an opponent'.

Gonad did not stop to gape at the transformation. With his child-like acceptance, his simple minded capacity to take things at face value and adapt, it was no issue. That was assuming he wasn't relying on muscle memory to fight this one, which he was, brain waiting in the rafters in preparation of any muscular disruptions.
Forty feet between them, and Gonad's body flooded with the might of a dragon. It might as well have been four feet. With savage dispatch he'd cross the road at a bound, leaping into the air towards the dragon's face with such abruptness that were Jason a religious man, might leave him thanking the sweet God above for his animal's reflexes. At one moment Gonad had been on the other side of a country highway, taking a Pikachu to the thorax. The next he had increased suddenly in size, transformed into a giant himself, nay... Simply moved in close, and fast, right knee hiked up high like a sprinter mid-stride. Could Jason see the scythe behind Gonad, the void-black robes flowing in their tatters in circumference of a pallid skull? Empty sockets alight with minute candlefire, dripping yellowed wax, lurid with anticipation?
@Xavier Bloodbayne

So, the title of this thread... look closely.

'Bloodrayne'. Rayne.

Huehuehue.
@Keileon

A figure steadily jogged across the field, arms swinging rythmically, knees pumping up and down. Wheat slapped against his legs, parting as his enormous frame drew near. He was making good time, but wouldn't reach his destination until an uneventful, awkward minute after Jason's arrival. He slid to a stop at the opposite side of the road, and without seeming to notice the nearby boy, began stretching out his brawny, sun darkened body. The barbarian was beautiful, but not in the traditional sense. He was beautiful in the same way one could call a gun beautiful, a battleaxe beautiful. A tool honed for a single purpose is beautiful. This man was built for war. Hundreds of pounds of muscle hung evenly on his towering bulk, studded with old wounds numbering in the thousands. Every inch of the giant's body had been guilded from his own craftmanship, emblazoned by the rigors which are provided only by a lifetime spent in dedication to death.
Tangles of wild dark gray hair were strung over his face, a short braided ponytail at the back of his head. He was shirtless, nearly nude, save for dusty leather tassets, vaguely resembling a homemade version of those padded skirts gladiators from old movies wore, and a pair of huge, gruesome boots. Gruesome? Yes, gruesome. Fuckugly footwear, two jumbles of bloodstained animal hide and steel. He also had a cape. It hung jaggedly to his ankles, and the very weave looked to be made from fire. Flickers of red and orange cacaded up the fabric, flat licks of flame dancing about the behemoth's shoulders and down his back.

After several moments of working out the kinks, of warming up, he'd finally straighten up and lock eyes with Jason. They were a muddy light brown, and in contrast to the monster's body, were friendly and full of twinkling merry. Hell, his eyes were even warmer than those of Santa Claus. He gave Jason a ripe, lovable grin and spread wide his long arms as if meeting an old friend, long missed. His growling roar of a voice was like a baritone cannon, not so much sounding as it was blasting, assaulting all within earshot. It reverberated up from his sweat laced chest and struck tremors in the wheat, striking out rugged, curling words. He had absolutely no indoor voice.


"Hrah! I am Gonad! Fancy Boy... Good it be to see such! Much fun will we have in this, a worthy tournament!! Come, show to Gonad what Fancy Boy can do and so then will Gonad trade, until had fill fists have had! Hope does Gonad that much fun this will be!"

Gonad took up his fighting position, knees easing into a half crouch, feet a shoulder's width apart, the ball of his left foot sliding back into a rock solid kickboxing stance. His upper body compacted itself to a rugged block of hunched muscle. His chin was tucked in, open palms facing outward and held to either side of his jaw. His fingers were creased pillars of calloused gristle, spread out near to the size of catcher's mitts.

Oh yes. This was gonna be a good old time.
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@Rai

Auz slid to a stop, boots rapidly chicken scratching to gain traction before he bolted again towards Magnix, closing the distance in a stride. He needed to get into close range where there was less time to react to his flurrying daggers. Were the ring of fire still maintained, Auz would take heed. The first expectation was of some kind of omnidirectional attack. At any rate, Auz was a firm believer in the old Chinese proverb, "Haste has no enemy". He was going to be fast, aggressive, and relentless from this point on.
@Rai



The detonation killed Auz's momentum, tore the sword from his hand, and sent him skidding onto his back. No sooner had he landed, however, than he kipped to his feet with such agility that his boots still slid backwards a few feet from the momentum. His hair was reduced to cinders, armor blackened with soot, exposed skin blistering from the flash of intense heat. Auz was ready for the pain this time. Dying hundreds of times over hundreds of years really bolsters one's mental fortitude. What's more, his enhanced speed had runoff that bled into his other stats. After all, to run at twice the speed a human was capable of, you had to have the matching strength and durability to keep your muscles from tearing due to the increased strain the body was subjected to. Were a common mortal to sprint as fast as Auz with no other physical adjustments, his legs would break from the force of his feet hitting the ground. Certainly he had toughness beyond that of any man now, which helped him to endure the damage he had been subjected to. Not as well as Magnix of course, not even close, but it could have been worse.

He simultaneously drew his gauche dagger and broke into a dead sprint for Magnix, a short blade in each hand and concentrated wrath in his narrowed eyes (devoid now of eyebrows and eyelashes, which had been singed the fuck off). He'd in reach Magnix in less than two seconds. What tricks was he familiar with now?

Thruster Feet- Check.

Fire Breath- Check.

Teleport Sword into Hand- Check.

Fly- Check.

Regenerate- Check.

Auz was learning, bit by bit, each power Magnix had to offer. His wit, every bit as piercing as his blade, had already evaluated the weaknesses and potential tells of each move. The only question was, who would run out of resources first? Auz and his many lives, or Magnix with his scorching techniques?
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