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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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The gangplank creaked. A looming figure dressed like he belonged in a mortuary exited the ship, sheathed blade leaning against his left shoulder and a wicked looking targe slung over his back. The black silhouette of his squared frame filled the waiting monk's widening eyes. He stopped abruptly before the monk, casting a smouldering, baleful glare down without so much as acknowledging the great tower even once. When he was still, he moved not a hair but to breathe. When he moved, it was with the silent intensity of a big cat.
The monk took a step back, wiping a sleeve over his brow. This was one of those types. One gear, no off switch. He was here to slay or else twiddle his thumbs.

"You aren't a knight, are you?" Asked the monk.

"I can see mine own image reflected within thy shiny dome. Prithee be still, knave, that I mayest preen these nose hairs of mine."

Catskull leaned forwards and began studiously plucking out his protruding nosehairs as he peered into the monk's bald head. The monk's train of thought nosedived into a ravine.
Wait, nosehairs? Is he actually... But I... What? WHAT??
The monk opened his mouth and inhaled a stray nosehair. A coughing fit overtook him, and in earnest Catskull began slapping the monk's back to help him cough it up. Slowly, several eunuchs began drawing near, having heard the commotion.

"Ah, I see thou hast partook of mine hair. How fortuitous thou art, for I, Catskull Maclung shall grant thee a second chance at life! Breath, damn ye! Breath!"

When Catskull arrived with the others, having entered the tower heedless of its wonders, he had a black eye and several bruises on his face. If this drew any looks, he'd look away curtly, and with shadows brooding in his eyes, would answer simply thus; "Prithee do not mind me. A learned man is he who finds that eunuchs are formidable in packs."

The eunuchs had apparently beat his ass, having thought he'd been assaulting the monk. The issue was cleared up, but it'd be a few days before the shiner he'd recieved followed suit. Was he really a knight? Nobody would have seen him on the ship. A stowaway? Why this destination? If he wasn't a knight, he was certainly armed just as well, and likely not for no reason.
@TheLazarus

Catskull would probably follow the first person he meets to one side or another. It fits into his quest, after all. What he seeks may be found in either faction. Glory, wealth, challenges... Plus I don't mind at all if you wanna herd him around, I can go with the flow.

@TheLazarus
I like to add lots of detail, so this profile is sorted out a bit differently than it is in the provided format.

@Vampiretwilight

appearance: A chubby hobbit with brown sideburns and a mop of scraggly hair. Wears overalls.
name: Dingle Tentoes
age: 16
species: Hobbit
powers(if any): Has big, hairy hobbit feet. They're tough enough to be able to walk on broken glass without being hurt.
I understand that it's meant to be played seriously, but who I am and how I percieve and react to situations doesn't necessarily match up with how my characters handle things, and I lean towards characters that usually have a comedic or strange element to them.

That being said, would there be room to accomodate, or at least to consider ol' Doc and whatever bastard creation he brings to the table?

I'm thinking of a man who slowly goes nuts from being stranded, but more like in a Castaway way than in a Shining way. Stuff like talking to coconuts and having schizophrenic episodes.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Kuro
I have a preexisting character that fits the bill with a comprehensive CS that includes all required details. May I forego the trouble of changing the format? Here's the sheet, down below. If you really want I'll alter it to look like the profile format you have displayed here.

It's exactly what it sounds like. You're all a part of the cursed class 3, with one of you secretly being the dreaded extra. However, I'll be filling the role of the class 3 teacher, dodgeball legend Patches O'Houlihan. Solve a deadly mystery in a hostile environment that will spontaneously and 'accidently' kill you in wonderfully gruesome ways, all whilst the grizzled man hired to educate you throws wrenches at everyone with merry abandon and crude insults.


Yeah, I wanna be a wizzerd, Harry. I'm not one of those guys that enjoys unironically pretending to be a girl.
How about vegitable on fruit? You may take on the noble role of the sacred boiled cabbage, and I'll be a never-ending fusillade of rotten tomatoes being thrown at you.
@Hokum

-Donny knew full well how much of a dick move it is to destroy someone when they're at their most emotionally vulnerable. Many hunched over potheads had seen his shined shoes stalk into their field of vision, relaxation turning into curiosity, curiosity into confusion, confusion into dread, dread into terror. No child anticipates one day being the victim of a brutal murder just because they made made one little mistake. Met the wrong person, said the wrong thing, went to the wrong place at the wrong time. Little mistakes are what predators count on.
Donny even preferred his victims to be stoned. It gave him a better view of unbridled humanity at its most desperate.
However...
Donny had just been assaulted by infants, and had been fighting advanced and otherworldly forces ever since he'd been teleported into another realm right out of the blue. And here was an honest to God bong. He supposed he could afford to lighten up for once. Donny was only human, after all.-


-He'd shrug and graciously accept the bong from Ronny, but only with his left hand. He needed his right for cold cocking the guy, zippo clenched in his fist for extra mass, even though the SAP gloves already provided plenty. It'd easily break the man's jaw and give him a concussion, and if it did, Donny'd drag the man from his seat and throw him face down to the floor, two hard stomps to the base of the head ensuring a relatively quick and clean death by way of clinical decapitation, separating the vertebrae from the brain stem.-

-Donny would take Ronny's seat, inspecting all of the controls as he did so. He'd have fulfilled Fanny's objective, but that didn't mean the party was over. It seemed like this one had been in a transmission with another vessel. What a great opportunity to practice method acting. Donny took a few hits off the bong and started up another transmission with the Earnest, doing a fair imitation of Ronny, perfect in tone, and covering up the minute differences in pitch by coughing and speaking as if vocally influenced by a harsh hit.-

"*Cough!!*... Oof, whew... Status report, my dude? *Cough, cough*"
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