Drifting Pollen

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

The invincible girl's grasping fingers vainly struggled against the molten iron, but it was not proving easy to dislodge. Although the hammer's head was gone, Vol Lok Ra still held the pole that had been the lamppost's shaft, and touched it to the flowing metal, commanding it to obey him. Vincy's fingers broke through the red-hot liquid easily, but each time she did, her blazing mask would reform, a little cooler and tougher each time. Before long, she'd have a mask of solid iron wrapped tightly around her face, preventing her from seeing or breathing.

The lizard king's aim had been to disable her, for it would be all but impossible to defeat the girl if he didn't stop her from attacking somehow. However, he'd only been partially successful in slowing her down. He'd fought many battles over his long, long lifetime, and now his experience worked against him: his instincts told him that an opponent who had just been hit so hard wouldn't immediately get up and strike back. Unfortunately, this was precisely what Vincy did.

Caught off guard by the charge, Vol took the first mighty blow head-on, feeling something snap inside him as his opponent struck out with surprising fury. A grow of pain forced its way out of his throat as he reeled back, surprised and hurt by his mistake. She was uncoordinated, yes, but also hitting harder than before, perhaps he'd actually managed to slow her down slightly. Worse, she didn't seem to be getting tired at all, while he most certainly was. He needed to figure out how to to pin her down- and fast.

When she flailed again, he was ready, hopping backwards with surprising nimbleness before whacking her hard with his lamppost-pole. He knew it wouldn't hurt her, so he aimed for the metal on her face, reinforcing it with his magic and calling once more upon the mass of the earth, channeling it through the pole into the mask he'd forged to bind her. Vincy would feel the metal on and inside her getting heavier, slowing her down and making it harder to move around. Vol, meanwhile, suddenly leaped to one side, prowling around her to try and get out of the way of further blind strikes and hit her from behind.

Arena FAQ/Advice

So, I'm new to arena based Roleplay and I was wondering if someone could help me with all this stuff cause it really looks interesting.

@Jorik

Most people around here are pretty helpful. I'm too busy right now to fight you myself, but if you ask around in the Arena Chat thread I'm sure you'll find someone willing to give you a spar!

Wait should I make a character for these role play battles? Or just do whatever

@masterwriter234

Make a character. If you want to do battle, you'll need a fighter- and character sheets are almost always shared before a fight, to make sure everyone sticks to their guns and doesn't start pulling powers or equipment out their ass.

Arena Chat Thread

Which of my characters would you want to fight anyway?

@MelonHead

Any of them would work. George, Anna, Sigurd and Metz seem the most interesting out of those I've read, but I'll face whoever you feel like using. Name a tier, and I can offer an opponent around that level.

Arena Chat Thread

I should fight you sometime. Not now, but soon. Soon.

@MelonHead

Sweet. Let me know when the time comes.

Im open for a fight if you'd like one.

@Divinity

Could be fun. Were you thinking of going up against Tybalt, or is any character good?

Arena Chat Thread

@HarbingerKurahi

If you don't mind slower posting, I could give you a fight. How's this for an opponent?

Tybalt

Name: Tybalt Constantine
Race: Were-tiger
Gender: Male
Age: 47 (looks a bit younger, as his race ages more slowly than most humans)

Occupation: Martial arts master

Physical Appearance:

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Height: 5'9'' (human form) | 6'10'' (tiger form)
Weight: 167 lbs (human form) | 230 lbs (tiger form)

In his human form, Tybalt is heavily muscled, with thick grey hair that extends around the edges of his jawline. He is fair-skinned, but said skin is marked by black tattoos in the shape of a tiger's stripes. His fingernails are black, and unusually hard. He will often wear robes when going about casual business, but prefers to go bare-chested when sparring or fighting.

His eyes are a dark blue, and his ears are pointed, a mix between those of a cat and those of a human. In spite of his somewhat fearsome markings, his face tends to wear a gentle or kindly expression.

In his tiger form, he is a full head taller and far more heavily built. He will grow a full coat of white striped fur, thick and soft, as well as a tail. His head becomes a tiger's visage, his fingernails grow into claws, and his feet become paws. Transformation takes barely a second. He will wear his human form by default, only taking on this shape when faced with a truly daunting challenge.

Personality:

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In general, Tybalt is quite mellow. He doesn't like to meddle with the affairs of others, preferring to live a simple life where he can. He is patient, and difficult to offend. One who insults him or opposes him will be treated just as kindly as any close friend. He takes pleasure in small things, and is content with his life teaching practicing the physical arts.

Also, in spite of generally being kind, he does not treat others lightly. One training under him can expect difficult, even brutal tutelage, which he will deliver without the slightest hesitation. He takes pride in his mastery of combat, and will accept almost any challenge he is given, putting his full might into it. Losing or failing such a challenge will not bother him much, he will simply train himself until he can overcome it.

Highly dedicated to his art, he often spends a large portion of the day training himself and others. He considers himself a record, a book on the ways of physical combat, and does his best to spread his knowledge to possible successors.

Skills:

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Physical combat - Absolute mastery: Tybalt has mastered nearly every form of martial arts under the sun. He has training in a vast number of unarmed styles and techniques, and an even greater number of armed ones. Everything from simple daggers to magitech rifles- he knows every one like the back of his hand. Though he prefers unarmed combat, against a powerful opponent he will not hesitate to bring devastating weaponry to the field.

Not only has he been trained to fight, he has trained to win. He knows the mechanics of all the elemental magics and many others besides, and has their weak points all memorized. In addition, he has studied the anatomy of hundreds of different species of sentient beings and wild beasts, and knows precisely where to hit each one to hurt, incapacitate, or kill.

His body has also been trained and pushed to the limit. His human form is among the strongest and fastest on the planet, discounting those extensively enhanced by magic.

Survival skills - Mastery: He is an excellent hunter and tracker, in all natural environments and most urban ones. He can make shelters, start fires, knows which plants to eat and how to blend in with his surroundings. He also knows how to craft essential tools and weapons from extremely basic resources. Drop him naked and alone in any land, and he would find a way to thrive there.

Tiger form: Within the space of a second, Tybalt can transform into an upright were-tiger, or turn back from that into his human form. This shape is larger, stronger, and faster than his ordinary one, with sharp claws and teeth as an added bonus. Also has night vision and an improved sense of smell in this form. However, while in this form he cannot talk, though his roars are quite impressive.

Equipment level - high:

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PK-class powered armor: A magitech-based suit of full plate, designed to rapidly reshape itself to accommodate both his forms. Includes non-conductive and heat resistant layers. Multiplies his strength several times over, renders him tough as a tank, and can siphon some of the energy from magical/elemental attacks that strike it to charge itself. It can also enter a cloaking mode, rendering him virtually invisible to the naked eye.

Friction pads: Attached to the armor, these dark pads cover the palms of Tybalt's hands and the bottom of his feet. He can adjust the friction of these surfaces at will to a great extent, though not without limits (can't make them entirely frictionless or give them infinite friction).

Boomerang spheres: Three heavy stone spheres, each about a foot in diameter. Extremely hard. These will float in a triangle formation around Tybalt until he chooses to move them. When he does, he can project them at high speeds away from him in the direction he's looking. While they're moving, he can at any time make them stop, causing them to float stationary in midair (they can be moved by outside forces, but will resist attempts to do so). While they're stationary, he can call them back to him, causing them to return as fast as they left and resume floating around him, at which point the cycle begins again.

Spellbreaker staff: A long, white staff carved from dragon bone and covered in ancient runes. In addition to being a well-balanced weapon and mind-bogglingly tough, it also possesses the ability to physically interact with the ethereal via electromagnetic fields. Ghosts, magical attacks, and other otherwise untouchable/unstoppable things may be hit, blocked, or deflected as if they were solid objects. Its strikes also create powerful vibrations, often spreading tremors in a wide radius around the point of impact.

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

With thundering footsteps, the lizard king closed the distance, the unbreakable human girl likewise advancing with brazen carelessness. He could understand her confidence now: not foolishness or ignorance, but a simple belief that nothing could hurt her. Indeed, she was probably right- but Vol Lok Ra would not turn down such a challenge. He had a plan in mind, one which would require him to go to dangerous lengths, yet perhaps stood a small chance of killing this unique being.

He hefted the red-hot pole, molding and shaping it with his mind even as he charged. The metal was hot enough for him to control, now, altering the unwieldy shape of the lamppost into a blazing molten war-hammer. With a loud roar, he hefted it above his head, and brought it down with devastating force, calling upon the earth's mass to make his weapon heavier, its impact more powerful.

This wasn't the kind of blow he'd be able to get away with in an ordinary battle, but he was counting on the extraordinary aspects of his opponent, here. Based on what he'd seen of the girl so far, she did not fear harm, and therefore was less likely to dodge- and if the hammer strike landed, though the initial impact would be enough to crack apart the asphalt around them, its force would be the least of her worries. The weapon remained partly molten, and less than a second after it crashed down (whether it hit her or not) it would explode into liquid metal, a searing splash that roasted anything nearby- and was still under Vol's control. If he struck near Vincy's head, the molten iron would attempt to wrap itself around her face, covering her eyes and forcing its way into her mouth and nose. A blow powerful enough to flatten an ordinary human, a weapon hot enough to burn one alive, and suffocation to boot, all in one blow.

He didn't expect this to end her, but it was a start.

The Invincible Girl versus an Old Snake

While his opponent was busy pulling herself out of a building, Vol Lok Ra was searching for a weapon. He quickly found one: a thick lamppost at the side of the road, dull grey metal topped by a buzzing electrical light. Gripping it with both his massive, clawed hands, he yanked it hard, grunting as he pulled it from the ground. Wires snapped and asphalt cracked as it came free, the light blinking out and leaving Vol with a large, misshapen metal bludgeon.

He'd been keeping an eye on Vincy as he did this, and wasn't surprised to see her pick herself up and come at him again. This time, however, he was better armed. The metal post sang beneath his claws, the metal thrumming in response to his power. He was its master, its rightful owner, and it recognized that. Crude though it was, he could forge it into something strong, something that might give him a chance against this impossible human girl.

The lizard growled in her direction. "Again? Are you truly so eager to die?" There would be no holding back, this time.

As her brick came sailing towards his head, he turned, his massive body rotating to face her. He swung the lamppost like a bat, knocking the projectile away from him with a mighty clang and sending it flying down at the ground in front of Vincy. If she weren't careful, it would bounce and hit her legs, which wouldn't bode well for her charge.

Vol, meanwhile, was advancing himself, slowly picking up speed as he moved towards her. In his hands, the metal post grew hot, steam curling off it as it began to glow orange, approaching its melting point.

Arena Chat Thread

In other other news, Pollen, are you trying to be me and not post in our battle for weeks? :P

@ImportantNobody

Hm, didn't see that. Will get on it now.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

That was what I was thinking. I felt like it'd be kind of unfair if the freelancers knew all the K9's hideouts right from the start. The battle with the mob would set up a chance for some PvP to start happening- when shit starts going down, my character will likely notice and make her move.

Also, perhaps it'd be worth bumping the Interest Check thread? Just to see if we can pick up more freelancers... I could try bumping you all off on my own (with maybe some help from hackergirl) but that'd take a while.

K9- Nine Killers (Modern/PvP/City rp)

Should we just...go to an enemy hideout we make up?

@Stekkmen

I believe that is the idea.

Or you could go buy a latte. Or try and track down me and Ciphra. Or do some target practice.

Killing the Irish Mob and surviving (and maybe taking out some pesky freelancers) is K9's goal right now. On the other hand, you can play your character however you'd like, so I don't see why you couldn't do something else.