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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!

Arena Characters: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/87852-docs-characters-no-posting/ooc#post-3105991

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The cheery lantern lights, the warm aroma of mutton. Even the laughter around him felt alien. He felt alien. Something that didn't belong in the midst of this frivolous throng, something better suited to inhabiting moonlit boneyards and deep forests, where the sun couldn't delve past the black foliage. A reveler knocked shoulders with the cloaked figure, causing him to stumble to the side and into the path of a mother leading her little daughter by the hand. Suliss glanced up sharply as he caught his balance, and somewhere deep inside, in a lightless place, he was pleased to see the mother gasp reflexively at the sight of his face and veer away down a side street lined with vendors, yanking her child after her at a brisk trot. The young one glanced once over her shoulder, foolishly hoping for a fleeting glimpse, but by then Suliss had already moved on.

He felt a hollowness in his midsection, and understood that he required sustenance. He had no coin to part with, and he knew not where he was or why he was. He stalked up to a stall hocking roast lamb and paused, dead fish eyes evaluating his chances of being able to simply take what he wanted without hindrance. The vendor hesitated in the middle of rotating a lamb spit, wary of the pitch black figure whose unwanted attention he had attracted.

Suliss turned fully towards the stall and raised a hand clad in black silk towards the obviously suspicious vendor. And...


What? What did he feel like doing? It felt natural, directing a hand towards someone who threatened his desires. But what came after? He didn't know. The vendor still stood, confused but alive.

"Hello? Do you want to buy some of my lamb? There's a line forming behind you..."


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Sure. He is accepted if we keep it this way.
On one condition: if he wants to try out his skills, please PM me beforehand so we keep the RP as fun as possible! :)


Ait, sounds good.
He's evil, but doesn't bother with trying to hunt other humans. He's only interested in going after beings stronger than himself. Hence, anybody with less power than Suliss has nothing to fear from him unless they get between him and a more powerful body.

When he isn't body hunting and he has no leads on a new form, he just sort of... Mills around like a wind up toy, having literally nothing to do or aim for aside from fulfilling the functions required to live.

Yeah, he could also have amnesia from sleeping in a corpse for so long.
@Stuzzie

Tell me if this guy is too strong.


@LeeRoy

The creature divined Facere's attack before it came, using its sensory buds to keep tabs on his incredible muscle activity so it could react in time to his blind attack. It had been anticipating a harsh response, all of Facere's mortal body language forecast it. Even then, with all its preparation and greased eel speed, it was still a surprisingly close call. It was like a volcanic eruption of electro stimulation. The monster unleashed an ear exploding cacophony of disorientating noise to keep its opponent from locating it as it wrenched its fingers into the ground and simultaneously heaved and thrust the coils of its winding tail against the ground to propel its body out of the way to Facere's left, with a bit more haste and less tactful finesse than it had been gunning for. The weapon smashed a furrow into the ground where its midsection had been a fraction of a second before, and continued skidding and tumbling for quite a ways, barreling down dead trees and crushing in small hillocks.

Facere would feel its next attack before he heard it, the mass of its tail set to crash into his Adam's apple at nearly the speed of sound, packing enough of a wallop to rival an interstate car crash. If the blow landed the tail would effective immediately wind about his neck with the momentum of the swing, compressing even his steely muscles as it threatened to cut off his blood supply. His sweat would be forced out to the sides due to the stupendous pressure of the tail and the much denser mucous it was secreting, forming a nigh impregnable seal around Facere's neck. If Facere got caught, even if he managed to find the means to somehow find the means to separate the Pater from its tail, taking the tail off his neck would require the strength and resolve to tear his own skin off.

Meanwhile, after if it landed the blow, the Magna Pater would begin contracting its muscles, hardening, hardening, so that after three seconds it'd be six times tougher to put down than it had been before. It'd be that much slower as well, but so long as it had a hold on its opponent it had little reason to worry about escape on either side.
@Diexsmiling

All righty. No time limit.
@Diexsmiling

Both of Zande's arms were too busy to be used to attack with, one angling his axe by his thigh so the sword would slash across the broad of its much heavier blade and pass harmlessly by, and his other hand having just thrown the cloak over his opponent. It was inferred that Dartega would be spinning counter clockwise, to his own left in the direction of his thigh slash.

So, as Dartega completed his attempt at a thigh slash, Zande attacked with something else. He let his left foot rock back on its heel as the short sword struck his axe, so he could slide the claws off of the fallen broadsword and plant his boot more firmly on the ground in a fraction of a second. Then hissing through his teeth, he launched into an attack best witnessed in slow motion. He whirled about counter-clockwise, claws gouging at the ground as he pivoted on the ball of his left foot, right leg chambering horizontally at the knee, striated muscles in his thigh bunching up. The knee swung around and the leg whipped out in a white hot roundhouse kick, dust trailing from his heel. The short sword would glide harmlessly between Zande's legs, assuming that Dartega's head was at least above the level of the Savage's groin. It'd be awkward to squat much lower, and if he were, Zande wouldn't aim for the kick in the first place as he'd risk getting his dick cut off. The only other troubling factor might be that Dartega had brought his other arm up in a preemptive defensive gesture, but thus far no mention of it rising again after having dropped the broadsword had been made.

Were Zande's counter to work, Dartega would all but whirl face first into an armor plated shin, unable to see it due to the cloak still over his head. It'd hit almost as hard as a one handed swing with a bar mace, right at the moment when his legs were splayed in the midst of his spin, potentially sending him backwards in a steep arch onto his shoulder blades as if he had just decided now was a good time to perform a bridge stretch. The key to a good roundhouse was follow through. You didn't aim to kick someone in the face. You aimed to kick through their face.

His helmet could absorb superficial damage, prevent broken bones, but his brain might be all kinds of rattled from the hit due the sudden shift in his skull's momentum, resulting in a dazed, bleary state. Strips would be torn from Zande's cloak and left hanging from any pointy bits or spikes on Dartega's armor they had caught on. Only after the blow landed would Zande then unleash another lunatic scream, like a man for whom the world has ended, so viciously that the noise could be heard raking at his throat.
@Diexsmiling

For the record, I'm enjoying this fight quite a bit. Your style is a breath of fresh air!

Most sword and sandal style fights end very quickly. One mistake is all it takes, but you've pulled off the right moves so far. Since both Dartega and Zande have only one weapon at hand, and as Dartega is faster with his blade and better armored, he's been keeping up a heavy offence to keep Zande from using his axe. Perhaps you might've even known that the thigh slash is a good ploy to keep Zande from bringing the axe to bear, instead forcing him to keep it low and in an ungainly position to attack from, whilst Dartega's spinning is the best way to escape from a foot trap with the clawed boots, another tactic Zande might've tried.

I probably don't need to say it, but I don't want to throw you off by mistake. Thus far the constant assault has worked, but always do what's right for the situation at hand, and not just because a certain tactic has been proven effective. I only say that because a few times before, I've told someone that I like a particular move or trick they have, but then they go and immediately try it again and wind up dying because it wasn't the best thing they could have done, and I'd accidently influenced their decision. Again, I doubt you need me to tell you that, but I gotta make sure.

I'll probably reply sometime late tomorrow. Gotta go work the night shift in an hour, and I don't like writing from a phone.
@Parvo

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