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Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Clover Sandleford

Clover Sandleford

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⦋ 28 || United States || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

5'10'' and surprisingly muscular, with absolutely no superfluous body fat though a few old scars she's not so willing to show off. Freckles, orange hair. Her her waistcoat, gloves, bow tie, and ears are bright red. Her shirt is white, and her pants are black. Despite her lifestyle she does her best to keep this uniform clean and professional looking.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Brash, assertive, attentive, loyal, persistent, irreverent, conversational

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Clover was born on the wrong side of the tracts, the child of poor parents with so many kids they couldn't find time for even one of them. As a young child all but abandoned to her own devices she started to act out for attention, and as the frustration from her failure to raise any concern from them and the nigh unbearable social pressure of sharing a home with so many others built and built she began to lash out violently at anyone that gave her the excuse.

She turned out to be pretty good at it, too. She couldn't make anything, she couldn't cook, she was terrible in school but by god she could make even older kids run crying to their mothers. She started doing it a lot, especially as she got older, spending long night out wandering town looking for the strongest opponents she could find. She did not expect to find that in an old lady.

She hadn't set out to pick a fight with the old lady, more that a fight she was having accidentally spilled into the path of the old lady. The old lady may have commented on how sloppy Clover's technique was, Clover may have said some nasty things to the old lady, and a punch might have been thrown. Clover couldn't tell you, because she still doesn't remember most of that morning. All she knows was that when she awoke with a splitting headache that sent shutters of agony through her body every time she turned her head she was in a classy, huge, richly decorated bar. She was laying in a circle of concerned old faces, with the old lady grinning at her.

The old lady, she soon learned, was named Hazel. She was a "retired" nomad and this was her bar, Warren Peace. Then, completely unprompted, she asked Clover is she had a job. Clover said no. Hazel asked if she wanted one. Clover told Hazel exactly where she could stick her job. Hazel strongly implied that if Clover refused to take the job the police might find out she'd tried to assault a poor, defenseless old lady in the street.

Clover, who was not on the best of terms with the local police, took the job.

It chafed at first, of course. The uniform was embarrassing and being told what to do by the person that whipped you so hard you didn't even remember it grated on her pride, but the pay was actually really good and the old lady was an attentive and caring boss. She wasn't good at all the bartering stuff at first. She didn't know how to really talk to people, broke her share of glasses and spilled her share of expensive booze, but the old lady never seemed to get mad and helped her along to learn the ropes. The rest of the staff was kind and supportive. The old patrons weirded her out at first, what with them crawling out of black portals that Hazel had set up on the floor in an unused bathroom, but they never gave her a hard time and always had some really interesting stories to tell. What started as a job she had to take turned into a job that she not only loved, but was good at.

After a while Hazel started to trust Clover enough to share her secrets. She'd made this bar for Old Nomads, guys like her that just wanted to drink in peace without worrying about some upstart young fighter looking for glory ruining their night with some asinine challenge. Clover learned that the mentorship she'd been under was a habit of Hazel's, that all her co-workers had once upon a time been some disaffected punk with talent but no sense, and that now that Clover had sense she could finally start putting that talent to good use. Hazel trained her, passing on to Clover her style and the basics of her strange space bending powers.

Things had been going swimmingly for ten long years. The money Hazel was paying her was enough to help her move out of that crowded house and into a place where she could stretch her legs. She wasn't as angry anymore, had made some good friends, and only got into a fight around once or twice a month at most. Then, not to long ago, a tornado rolled through her life.

It happened on a slow day when it was just her and a co-worker, Blackberry. She was tending bar when all of a sudden she heard some kind of angry helicopter noise. When she looked up there was a guy sitting at the bar they hadn't seen come in, a guy in a mask. He wrote down his order, and when Blackberry brought it to him they all head that same noise as the glass was left spinning on the counter, completely empty. He signaled for another. Clover asked if he's like to open a tab, and the guy made that noise again and waved at her dismissively. It ticked her off, but she did it anyway.

She should have just thrown him out. He was the rudest, most demanding customer they'd ever had. He wouldn't talk, wouldn't communicate at all except to signal for a new drink and pound his palm against the bar when he thought it was taking to long. He spun back and forth on his stool like a bored toddler between drinks and every time one of them tried to tell him something he'd just make that noise again as if to shut them up. He demanded service faster and faster and faster, to the point where Clover didn't think he'd be satisfied if the entire staff were there working at it. The only thing keeping Clover from flying over the bar and strangling him was Hazel's strict dedication to keeping the bar a peaceful place, something not one of them wanted to defile. At least until Blackberry confided in Clover that she was sure that when she'd brought him that first drink he'd somehow felt her up.

That was the final straw. The next time he made that noise Clover made a grab for him. Then it was like the room exploded. All Clover could see for a moment was a blur of motion as the two of them were thrown over the bar. They watched as this same blur moved down the line of alcohol, draining whole bottles in milliseconds and sending the bottles flying across the room to shatter on the opposite wall. He drank all the liqueur, devoured all the complementary peanuts, then into the back as the two of them struggled to their feet. The stood just in time to see the blur shoot out the door and down the street. He had eaten all of the food. Even the snacks that they'd kept in the break room fridge.

They'd been targeted by the Ultimate Dine'n'Dasher, Tornado Rhoads.

Hazel could eat the financial hit. Of course she could, the bar was her retirement hobby after all. But Clover wasn't going to forgive something like this. That bar meant a lot to her. Nobody was going to get away with disrespecting it like that, but the only way to catch a Nomad was to be a Nomad yourself. So she set off with fire in her heart, leaving behind the home and family she'd always wanted, on a quest to find and catch Tornado Rhoads.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Clover fights with a sort of hit and run style, relying on her speed to move quickly into range to deal a few solid hits before dashing out again to try and attack from a different angle entirely. Her legs are stronger than her arms, but because she focuses primary on moving around and jumping to disorient her opponent she mostly punches with only her finishers employing kicks. In addition to this she is not averse to fighting dirty and using her her environment or any weapon she can get her hands on if it would give her an advantage, a leftover from her street brawling days.

Clover's special ability, which she leaned from Old Hazel, is the magical ability to create holes either between her hands or directly on surfaces that, when applied to a surface, lead into some kind of dark space "underneath" that it. When she does this she can move around beneath that surface as though burrowing beneath the ground before either exiting through the hole she entered from or creating a new hole entirely to pop out of. This movement is limited to the surface where she placed the original hole. For example, if she placed a hole on the wall of a room she would have to pop out of that same section of wall, she couldn't move to the floor or ceiling. The hole also doesn't allow her to pop out of the opposite side of a surface. For example, if she dives into a hole on a sheet a paper she would have to pop out of the same side she dived into. It is possible for her to close the hole behind her, but doing so deprives her of air so she must come out at some point.

As it stands Clover can create one "permanent" hole that she keeps on the back of her waistcoat. This hole acts as a combination backpack/emergency hotel room.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Burrow]

Clover creates a hole in a surface and dives in, popping out of a different place of that surface for a cheap attack.

■ [Easter Surprise]

Clover can create one permanent hole that leads to a "room." She keeps this hole on the back of her waistcoat, and can reach behind her back to pull out random things she's carrying to either throw or hit the opponent with. Examples include bricks, a bowling ball, a croquet mallet, various bottles of alcohol, books, pillows, or anything else she picks up and puts in there.

■ [Chase the rabbit!]

Clover jumps back, throwing a dozen leg wide holes into the ground between her and her opponent as she does so. If an over eager opponent rushes forward and gets their leg stuck in one clover leaps forward with a flying kick.

■ [Holey Blow]

As she attacks Clover creates holes in her own arm or leg, distorting its length in order to extend its range.

■ [Moon Kick]

Clover leaps over her opponent, throws an item out of her "room" hole, and kicks off of it toward the opponent below to deliver a flying kick.

■ [Crescent Moon Swing]

Clover creates a hole in front of the opponent and dives into it, grabbing onto the edge and swinging. She then creates another hole directly underneath the opponent. As they fall she swings up, bringing both legs right into them and launching them and herself out of the hole.

■ [Beer Goggles]

Clover makes a small hole that she throws at the opponent's face, where it then expands just enough to push their eye apart doing no damage but creating a blind spot right in front of them.

■ [Threading The Needle]

If attacked physically with something with a large surface area, such as a large weapon on a body slam, Clover can create a hole in the oncoming attack and slip inside of it to avoid all damage. If the attack was with a part of the opponents body Clover can combo this into Rabbit Infestation.

SUPER MOVES

■ [Rabbit Infestation]

Clover opens a hole on her opponents body and dives in. Holes then being appearing on the opponents body, out of which pops one of Clovers limbs to deliver a flurry of attacks before leaping out.

■ [5000 Proof!]

Clover Throws a bottle of Old Hazel's special brew at the opponent, shattering it and covering the opponent in alcohol. She then lights a match and throws it at them before diving into a hole to avoid the resulting explosion.

■ [Sandleford Burial]

Clover creates a hole and dives in. Then a large hole appears under the opponents feet. Clover pops out, pulls them in, and closes the hole to unleash a relentless assault in the under space ending with them being kicked out back into the real world.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

While a Nomad with all that entails Clovers defenses are low, relying on dodging and avoiding her opponents attacks to avoid injury rather than tank damage. In addition if a surface is broken while Clover is inside of it she takes massive damage from the resulting quake and is launched out, stunned.

If a fight isn't something she perceives as urgent she'll goof around.

OTHER

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- Clover is the newest of eleven students trained by Old Hazel, but not the youngest.
- Clover always has a Warren Peace matchbook on hand, and will reflexively light anyone cigarette for them using it.
-She's pretty sure her mentor isn't human, but has never really pried into the old woman's former life.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 2 - (11/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard, Left Side ---> Scrapyard, Engineer's Perch
Word Count:811

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To be fair to Linkle something very much like this strategy had worked the last time she had been pinned down. But the turrets turned out much more durable, and the human up here was so much smarter than the rabbits. He'd taken cover himself while the bombs has raided down and whipped out a gun she didn't even think her had. Linkle turned to try and dive out of the way but weapon blasted and she felt hot pain bite into her entire left side and was thrown off balance herself.

As the two turrets turned their full attention on her she saw her rabbit friend break off and threw himself into the castle most. It was basically the only place you could go to slip out from under the barrels of those weapons.

Provided, of course, that you could swim away.

Which Linkle, unfortunately, was not confident that she could do. She knew how to kick her legs to keep her head above water, but between the cuckoo farm and the crossbow training she had never really had the opportunity to head down to the local pond to really practice.

So where did that leave her? If she dived after the rabbit hero she'd drown. Worse, it would mean abandoning her comrades to the wrath of these stupid robots. Linkle knew they weren't safe back there, what with how fast the big ones gun had been reading through Tora's cover when she had sprinted up here. But she couldn't run back to them fast enough to avoid being shot in the back. She could stand here and try to fight, but judging by the turtle shells earlier there was no way she was going to be able to damage anyone but the human and how much could she inflict before she got mowed down?

A simple question flashed it's way through Linkle's mind; was she supposed to die here?

No. Obviously not. Hyrule was still in danger so there was no way she could die right now. She was a hero.

So it was simple, really. She'd heard plenty of stories that ended in heroic last stands. She'd never heard one that ended with the hero drowning in a moat. She decided on taking the best of all three options.

Linkle sprinted right, following the rabbit into the crisp blue water. The shock of cool dampness hit her like tidal wave, but she didn't flail her arms or kick and thrash like an animal. Instead she kept one hand firmly grasping the shoreline so she could at least pull her head up out of the water to breath. As she stared down through water that was beautifully clear she could see an abundance of life swimming around the moat. Fish, a giant friendly looking dragon like creature, even things that she initially mistook for Zora lurking at the bottom. She stayed under for as long as her breath held out, looking everywhere for where the rabbit hero could have gone, then pulled herself up for a breath of air.

The new plan had been simple; use the shoreline itself as cover to harass the robots and the man so that they didn't turn their guns back on Minako and Tora while moving down the shoreline towards them. Then they could all back out and hopefully wait for reinforcements to arrive. She was luckily delighted to see that in the interval Bowser had already arrived and drawn the full attention of the enemy, blocking their bullets with a new piece of equipment Linkle decided she desperately needed a copy of if they were going to be battling more enemies like this. He wasn't alone either, as two other semi-familiar figures hurled an assortment of bombs and hammers at the enemy. Unfortunately now Bowser was caught in the same situation as they had been, having to advance into a hail of bullets.

She looked back to check on her group, and swallowed. Tora was flopped out on the ground in as bad a way as Kirby had been earlier today, exposed form anyone that might try to attack him. Linkle kicked herself. She hadn't even been fast enough to stop that big turret from doing that? Minako was nowhere to be seen, which she guessed was fortunate. She couldn't be sure.

She looked back at the man and his sentient guns. Bowser was here, which meant Blazermate couldn't be far behind. She could rescue Tora, but Tora would have to be alive for that. He couldn't just be left in the open. Michael would also be coming, and he had they big powerful gun to take the pressure off Bowser, who she was sure would tear those guys apart with his bare claws once he reached them.

Slowly, Linkle started using the shoreline to pull herself down the shore to war where Tora lay. If noting interrupted her progress she would pull herself out of the water when she got as close as possible to him and drag him to safety.

After that she would have to see in Minako had any ideas because it was clear that Linkle ideas were not going to work out against this enemy.

Royal Rumble: Side-story

Alexei reached down shakily to where the stone man had just disintegrated and picked up the stone heart in one hand, turning it over to look at it from all sides.

It was still beating.

That was a good sign.

Right?

When he did something like this to someone, or himself, it wasn't usually permanent. One time he'd scattered his body into a million Alexei cubes. The maid had swept him up and dumped him into a wastebasket while the entire household went ballistic searching for him, fearing for his safety and any unmitigated disaster that would come of him wandering around unsupervised. Luckily he'd reformed the very next day, ripping apart the waste bin and thoroughly surprising that same maid. She'd gotten a raise for finding him.

So, it stood to reason that if he was still alive he would be fine in a day or so.

Maybe?

Assuredly!

Hopefully.

"I really, really hope that didn't kill you, sir." He said to the heart. Then he looked over at Kakra, and realized for a moment just how strange this must be. The heart, now floating in the air. He'd forgotten that he was invisible. "It's me." He said. "I'm invisible now." he added after a moment. "Are you going to be okay?"

Royal Rumble!

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@rawkhawk64@Hammerman@KillamriX88@6slyboy6@RoflsMazoy

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The demoness side stepped the bolts that the boy had somehow managed to aim true. "This is it? After all that talk is this all you can muster?"

Waste time, that was the ticket. Don't kill him yet. As long as this went on it was unlikely that Clara would interfere. Keep it going long enough and she'd get her opportunity. But the boy was going to have to put on a better show than this.

"Come, where is all that verve from the rooftop battle. Surely you have not devolved so far since then." She taunted, then charged in to return the punch he'd given her. "And in front of your lover, honestly. Aren't men supposed to get some kind of power boost from that?" She continued, whether or not the shot connected, throwing a flurry of blows. Enough to hurt, no doute about that, but she had no intention of killing him. Come on, boy, get mad. Get one of those heroic second winds. This going for only one round wouldn't be advantageous for either of them. "Does it hurt knowing she's probably rooting for me over you? Or did you even take her feelings into account when you started this up? Oh, who are we kidding? Someone willing to wager the love of a girl like that away could never understand her feelings. A thief dealing in stolen goods, never understanding their true value, that's all you are!"

Was she actually getting mad? She could feel herself punching harder and harder as she talked. She clamped down on that feeling mixing with the ones she knew were hers and let up on the gas a little bit. Calm down. Calm down!

Royal Rumble!

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Thanks. Also, is it ok if I check out the Discord for this?

@GamerXZ

Feel free, it's open to everybody.

Royal Rumble!

So, what kind of world does this RP take place in?

@GamerXZ

It's vaguely defined. Rhea itself is mostly a modern city, but outside that you can essentially justify anything due to weird god powers or the worldwide demon war that happened years back.

Royal Rumble!

Name: ???

Age: ???



Biography: A demon the characters encountered and defeated in the haunted apartment building, to avoid becoming a ghost and losing her mind she hid within Katherine in a desperate gamble and succeeded at co-habituating with the girl. Stern and arrogant, it was her prideful behavior that led to her defeat in the first place and though she takes a servile posture towards Katherine because of her situation it grates on her nerves. Believes that those with the strength to dominate should do so, while the weak should simply do everything in their power to become stronger. Seemingly not well versed in the customs or state of the human world.

Core Power: The Gluttonous Flame.

A dark fire from the demon world that she has taken into herself and mastered. The Gluttonous Flame can not be used for anything other than an implement of pain. It would devour any food one tried to cook in it, and though it gives off heat it will never truly warm you. Even standing beside a bonfire of it would not save you from freezing to death because by its nature it can not give anything, only take. Whatever it consumes is consumed entirely and used to grow its power. The better quality of the material sacrificed to it the greater its power burns, with the most power coming from living things and spiritual beings. This property allows the used to perform feats of magic that would otherwise be beyond it by sacrificing others for greater power. The Gluttonous Flame requires strict control, lest it consume its supposed master from the inside.

Power One: Hellfire Seals.

Conduits through which she can channel the Gluttonous Flame remotely, creating pillars of fire on concentrating it into beams or waves of pure heat.

Power Two: Demon Duplication

Shaving off a part of herself and infusing it with fire, she can create a working duplicate of herself. The strength of the duplicate depends on the amount of fire used in its creation. It is possible for the duplicates themselves to duplicate, though like the main body they use up a part of their power to do so. Overuse of duplicates could result in a rapid weakening of her power, and duplicates that are sacrificed to perform large scale magic do not return that power to the main body. One should be cautious to never make a duplicate comparable in power to oneself.

Power Three: Burning Life

It is not only the body her fire can consume. By infecting a host with a spark of the Gluttonous Flame she can set fire to their energy and drive, resulting in a mindless stupor if left to fester long enough.

Relationships:

Katherine: Her current host body, she is willing to weasel and beg if it means not becoming a ghost even if it means lowering herself to serving a human. She chafes under the yoke and wishes to gain enough power to either manifest herself freely of Katherine or simply overtake the girl and steal her body, though the latter is unlikely thanks to Katherine's strong divine gift. Still, there is a glimmer of genuine respect for the fire Katherine is able to call upon and an urge to nurture such a promising thing.

Royal Rumble!

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@rawkhawk64@Hammerman@KillamriX88@6slyboy6@RoflsMazoy

Her head turned as the boys punch connected. Then she slowly turned it back, incredulous. As though she could not believed what had just happened. It had been the first time any human had ever struck her in the face.

Then she felt it, and grinned. There was something happening. When could feel point of demon energy flaring to life. "Oh it seems you lot have more problems to deal with than just me." This was a boon. All she had to do was live and wait for the chaotic situation to open up an escape rout.

Then she reached out to take him around the neck and shake him like a dog toy. The thing about the boy was she knew his tricks. Shoot something at him, come at him fast, and he'd just deflect it. Oh yes, she remembered. He was on the list, right after Clara, Alto, and King but above the explosion boy, the ninja, and the tank girl. So it would be fun to get him and then let whiplash do the work.

World of Light

Sorry for the delay, it hasn't been a very good week for week me.