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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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Way of the Warrior


Welcome to the return of the popular Way of the Warrior tournament, a guild exclusive Arena Tournament, that has introduced several prominent characters, from OOC and IC, to the Guild Arena.

The tournament is a single elimination event that features a varied range of arenas and characters, as well as a futuristic Lobby that allows for non-competing characters to develop stories based off the events and outcomes of matches. Often, these are characters who hold some considerable influence over their own (hyper) universes, defined as a massive universe that houses others.

The Lobby is headed up by a mysterious figure named Liaison, who fancies himself a middleman, and has connections to a fair few top players among the hyper universes. The Lobby is of his own creation, having called in chips with leaders of magical and technological worlds to facilitate it's manufacture. It contains healing chambers, rest areas, viewing areas, and a teleportation room to get players to and from the battlegrounds.

There have been several iterations of this tournament both on and off-screen, leading to branching stories that have had wide effects on the Arena. Some classic participants include Lyzan, Alphonse, and Sigurd. This version is being held at the behest of Feyerli Obhug, President-Elect of the fourth largest known Hyper universe, the KyTrey Universe. The universe is constantly a war, and so have extended their efforts to find a universe outside of their system to aid in their eternal efforts. Feyerli accepted all sides proposal to venture outside their own hyper universes to find more soldiers.

Rules


  • General RoleplayerGuild rules apply
  • Obviously all accepted Arena Rules apply(No Godmodding, Metagaming, or Batmanning)
  • Players have two days after opponents post to reply, longer if given acceptable reasoning
  • Character Sheets are to be PM'd to me, and any Co-GM I choose, to be reviewed. I have final say but do take into account their, if any, opinions.
  • Any sabotages done in the Lobby must be dealt with before going to battle, or else stated effects will apply(This can be nixed if enough people wish it so)
  • Non combatants are to enter and remain in the upper viewing area to watch and wager on bouts there.
  • Follow all conditions of stated battle arenas, if any.
  • Due to KyTrey Hyper Universe rules of engagement, Feyerli has requested all characters be representative of medieval fantasy settings. His words were, translated, "Keep that unholy futuristic crap in the other worlds"
  • Characters should be mid tier or below.
  • Extra Rules as needed


Inspiration


Way of the Warrior was inspired by Roleplaygateway tournament Grassroots hosted by TwilightShade, a tournament I placed fourth in. Winner of WOTW is allowed one favor from Liaison, assuming it doesn't cost him his life, he's all about self preservation until he achieves his goal.

There is no stated character sheet, so feel free to use your own.




Due to KyTrey Hyper Universe rules of engagement, Feyerli has requested all characters be representative of medieval fantasy settings. His words were, translated, "Keep that unholy futuristic crap in the other worlds"



@Avali


The dark figure clutched at the sides of his head and hunched over, trying to concentrate his mental faculties to their utmost. Cat-like groans of effort issued from a lipless, unseen mouth. Nervously, the vendor held a gyro towards Suliss at arm's length.

"Just take it and go, all right? This one's on the house. Don't think I'll help any of your beggar friends though. If I see anyone else troubling my stall tonight I'll call the guards!"

Suliss plucked the gyro from the vendor's hand and darted away, the festival lights blurring his vision. Maybe after he'd eaten he might be able to feel the creeping return of his memories.
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..."


<Snipped quote by Doc Doctor>

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.
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