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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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@Hokum

-Donny straightened up, adjusted his tie, warmth and humanity returning to his features. He'd sigh and glance at the symbot's device. That was probably a common one too, not anything that'd give him greater power than the one he already had. Still, he'd go over and check after blowing the thing's head off with his rifle first.-

"Hmph. Fine. But, Ah need somethin' else from yah, alongside thah ship and Dino's spatial coordinates. Ah need a device that'll take meh to othah ships in a blink and a wink. Restricted areas ain't important, but I must be able to freely traverse between thah fleet and the ship yah gave meh. Do that, and I'll even throw in an advance on killin' yah next political opponent."
@Hokum

-Donny blinked lazily as Pycin mentioned the bomb. His mind grew hollow, distant, no longer emotionally attached to the situation or conversation. He saw things objectively, almost in slow motion as the Grand Minister's mouth silently opened and closed. The room for Donny began darkening, turning monochrome and fading into obscurity, a black void whose only illumination came from the white glow of Pycin's form. A wicked crook of smoke screwed slowly up past Donny's face, the light in the room glinting like the verdant scales of a reptile in his eyes. He moved towards the cigar, reached out... And threw his entire weight into left hook. He put his ass into it, squared his shoulders and let go, the torque of his upper body driving the blow towards Pycin's jaw. It was untelegraphed, out of the blue, executed with no excess motion, no elbow flare or wind up. Clenched in his fist was the zippo to lend his fist some more volume and additional sturdiness, in addition to the weighted lead sewn into his S.A.P glove. He intended to molly-whop Pycin unconscious, give him a few more stiff shots to take the fight out of him, then steal his device and strip him down naked, keep beating him until he couldn't move, only talk. Maybe that alone would break his spirit. Donny took pride in his capacity to not lose control of a situation, to always have another option to take. When again would he be here in this important room with the very instigator of this unacceptable problem sitting so close?
It wasn't worth waiting for another chance. All Donny knew was that he'd have to make this one feel enough regret that they'd instruct him on how to properly disable the explosive. He'd need to check his watch soon and make sure the ordeal didn't last for more than seventy minutes. This one who would hold the tiger by the tail, he may know soon how pain can be an entity in and of itself.-
@Hokum

-Donny removed the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He shook one out, slipped it into the corner of his mouth, and snapped open his lighter. He took a good, long drag, and exhaled loudly, putting the lighter back into his pocket. He seemed to think things over for several seconds.-

"......Take cayah of mahself?"

-He shook another one loose and held it out for the admiral to take.-

"If Ah wanted tah take care of mahself I'd be a hairdressah, not a headhuntah. Securitah comes from peace of mind, and peace ain't somethin' that the thah wicked get much of. Ya sittin' theyah, watchin' it look easeh. But it's a razah. One slip an' yah get cut and fall intah darkness. Sometimes, it can feel dreamlike in its raw puriteh. A man, standin' in the presence of deyath, can feel the historeh bein' made. The end of anothah story. Such a thing, gives me goosepimples. Ah, but yah a polititian. Aesthetics and thah exploration of thah soul ain't exactleh yah forte. Fahget 'bout what Ah jus' said. What's this Hany's Ribbon, and where in thah ship ah we now? Hang awn, lemme give yah a light. Fah that mattah, wheyah's Dino at as well?"
@Hokum

"Ah'll stand, thank yah. Ah don't drink while Ah'm workin' neithah. Sah tell mah, frahnd. What yah got for mah?"
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Pollen gone as far as I know, because I got a potential matched booked for her/him that'd be lit considering what I am putting on for it.


Whelp, sure ain't nothin' like a lit matched!
@Indie Deme

-Aries was quite an athlete, probably moreso than Donny. Donny was ex-special forces, true, but he was also in his late thirties and didn't work out with the same passion as he used to. But with age comes other gifts. Experience and cunning. Donny in particular was well versed in the arts of ruthless efficiency. Thus, as Aries limped a pace forwards, right before his foot touched the ground and as he bore his weight forwards, center of gravity shifting past the point of no return... Donny's lead left foot lashed out to give Aries's instep a swift kick. Should it land, it would throw off Aries's equilibrium, interrupt his attack, and likely cause him to either fall to a knee or onto his face depending on how much momentum he had. What occured next would depend upon how quick he'd be to find a way out of the situation. The entire time Donny showed no emotion, no flare of passion or effort. He was almost mechanical, an outside observer of his own fight.-
@Tojiko
It's understandable. A minimum of 250 words is a good way to sort out the quality writers worth your time, and serves to avoid undescriptive crap that necessitates asking the other dude questions that should have been answered in their post. It's the mark of someone with commitment to consistency!

And gracious no, I mean draw as in attract, draw in some business, get people interested. But it probably wouldn't work anyways. Like I said, it's a virtual graveyard here, and only mourners like myself remain, just for shits.
Whelp, here's hoping you find what you're after. Personally, I don't like having to write more or less than I feel like writing. When a post looks complete to me, it's complete to me. Sometimes on the odd occasion I'll even add pictures or references like a pleb.
I did learn that you know Indie, I'm currently fighting him right now. Maybe you two dudes could try to collaborate and whip up a good draw!
Tbh the Arena's been mostly dead as of late. Four hours is nothing, it can take days. Just another reason why some folks, including me, have been mucking about elsewhere. Now and then you get a hit, but eeehhhh... I wouldn't count on it. If I were you I'd flat out ask some of the mentioned people if they want to fight. I'd recommend Pollen first and foremost, though I haven't seen her in a while.
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