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When you see that you no longer owe anymore posts and have nothing to write *insanity ensues* Aaaaah!HSkjhaksjhdjf
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Hello all. I am an experienced writer who is writing my own fiction stories on the side. I can role play any genre. What I love most is being able to go-all-out when weaving tales with other writers. It just makes the story more interesting, so I can't wait to write with you. :)

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@RokkuHoshiI'm leaving the Survivor match up to you and your two other teammates. If you're going to keep having to RP Steve, making X, Y, and Z in order to be effective. Then you might have to just get rid of him because he's an impractical character because there's no guarantee you'll always wind up in a world with the items he needs. Or at least just say he already has that gear on him by default because it's getting a little ridiculous.
@Crosswire@DragI imagined "The Woodsmen" being the same one in Hansel and Gretel's story, ie. their father. Which could have been the same in Little Red Riding Hood's and The Big Bad Wolf's story. It just seemed interesting.
@OddsbodI'm not a reader believe it or not, but thank you. :)
@Drag@CrosswireMissy told me to go ahead and post Hansel here while she's working on Gretel.






Hans, Candy Man, and The German


Hansel and Gretel


Appears to be in his late 20s or early 30s


Can be as old as 700 years

6'4 | 220 lbs | Dark Brown | Honey




Hansel has grown a lot since his time as a plump little boy. Ever since he consumed the witch’s sweets, his body has never been the same. The more candy and sweets he consumes, the stronger he gets, which is quite opposite for the metabolisms of most. His body is covered in solid muscle and he often can be seen wearing leather jackets, denim jackets, jeans, flannel shirts, boots, and he normally will wear a tank top underneath his jackets, but at times he won’t. He is the handsome and rugged man of most women’s dreams, and with his German accent, there’s no question why he is called the Candy Man. A sucker or some sort of candy is always in his mouth. In fact, before a firefight, he will unwrap a new lollipop before he goes to business. If you ever want a piece of gum, he is more than likely the person to have one. Sharing is another story. His hair is dark brown, short, and feathery in length. His eyes are a warm, molten honey. His jaw is often grizzly with hair, and if he ever shaved, he would look like quite the pretty boy. There is a natural sweet scent he exudes. It probably seeps from his sweet blood. His aroma varies between the smeller. Some say he smells like chocolate. Others say he smells like cookies or butterscotch. [Reference: here | FC: Beto Malfacini]


Hansel always has the hint of a smile on his face and his brows a little furrowed as though he’s up to no good. He can be quite naughty, and he tries to act innocent in his line of work. Being a bounty hunter doesn’t put you on the good side of the law, but it brings swift justice whether it’s honest or not. Who cares? It pays for candy! Hansel’s candy addiction doesn’t need to be talked about. It is what it is, but it may be a necessary addiction for his very existence. He loves sweets. If you ever want to get on Hansel’s good side, giving him sweets will do it. It may just let you off the hook, but not if you’re a wanted individual. For wanted individuals, he will make it seem like they're being let off, and then he'll just take their sweets and turn them into the law.

The bounty hunter likes a challenge, and there isn’t a bounty too difficult. Hansel is convinced that he will always catch his man, woman, or Tale. No matter the size of the beast and no matter how fearsome it is. Hansel is a monster hunter. This arrogance doesn’t make him too popular. Arrogance or confidence; call it what you want. He does think of himself as a big shot and he can back it up. Hansel is not the Tale you want to come after you. He is hardly afraid of anyone. He is that guy who will smash a chair into the back of the largest and meanest, mofo in the bar.

Hansel is a shameless flirt with beautiful women. He is the Candy Man after all. He doesn’t mean anything malevolent or lecherous (not entirely) with his flirting. He just appreciates one of God’s beautiful creations.

As a brother, Hansel is protective of his twin sister Gretel. While he doesn't follow her around (because that would be suffocating), he does keep tabs on who she associates with. If she ever has any boyfriends, they be warned because Hansel will examine them and make sure they're not some scumbag trying to get in her drawers. Any Tale that ever lays a hand on his sister is dead. He will follow her assailant to the ends of the earth. There is no escape Hansel's ass-whoopin'!


Hansel and Gretel were twins with Hansel emerging as the youngest by a few seconds. They were always together, enduring the hardships life had brought them. Their father was a woodcutter and their mother had long died giving birth to them. The woodcutter had since remarried, and when the lands were wringed dry by famine, their step-mother in her frustration desired to be rid of them in order for she and her beloved husband to have enough food to eat for themselves. She argued that the children ate too much, and if they continued to remain, then they would all perish. Ironically, it had been their step mother who had been splitting her seams, eating their hard-earned food.

When their stepmother threatened to abandon them in the woods, Hansel snuck outside at night to gather pebbles. That night, he crawled into his sister’s bed and showed her the markers that he would use to help them return safely. With their hearts and minds at ease, they were able to sleep and that morning when their stepmother led them out into the woods, Hansel had left a trail of pebbles that they simply followed home.

Their stepmother was enraged, and as food became scarce, she accused them again. Their father who was a peaceful man and whose heart still ached for his deceased wife was desperate not to lose his new one. He was wrapped about her pinky, and when she threatened to be rid of the twins a second time, that night the doors were locked and they were unable to sneak outside to retrieve more pebbles. They used bread crumbs that morning from their breakfast, and after they were abandoned, they found that they were unable to return home for the birds had eaten their trail.

The children wandered through the forest—arm in arm—until they came across a gingerbread house. Tired and famished, they ate from the enchanted abode until an old hag heard them nibbling. She stepped out to find the children and beckoned them into her home with the promise of soft beds and warm meals. The children entered her home and ate the hot meal that she had promised and slept in the soft beds. That morning, Hansel was dragged from bed and thrown into a cage. Gretel became her servant, and after seeing the fates of the other children the witch had abducted, Gretel instructed her brother not to eat the offered sweets. Having developed an addiction for the witch’s desserts, Hansel went against his sister’s wishes, but cleverly offered a bone for the blind old hag to inspect when she came to his cage every day.

After weeks of this deceit, the witch became impatient and decided to eat Hansel any way and kill Gretel. She attempted to trick Gretel into preparing the oven so that she could push her in, but Gretel even at such a young age proved to be too clever. She pretended to not understand what she was told and when the witch motioned to demonstrate, the girl pushed her in.

With the witch vanquished, the children explored her gingerbread home and Hansel continued to eat her candy. They found treasure in the witch’s home and they filled their pockets with as much gold, jewelry and jewels as they could fit. They became determined to wander the woods, back-tracking. The twins lived off of the sweets Hansel had smuggled from the witch’s house and were able to survive long enough to return to their father who had been mourning their absence. He was overjoyed to see them alive and well, and even more astounded by the riches they had brought with them. The children had also learned that their step-mother had died from a heart attack.

Since that day, they never lived in poverty again. They had freedom to decide on their futures. Hansel decided to become a bounty hunter to hunt down witches and other monsters who would dare to harm others. The job transformed Hansel into the hunter he is present. The magic imbued in the witch’s sweets made Hansel into an extraordinary human, but his addiction for sweets never went away. During The Great Exodus, Hansel followed his targets to the New World. If they thought fleeing there would grant them some form of respite from their sins, they were wrong.


  • Expert Marksman: Hansel is proficient in numerous firearms and non-firearms such as long and crossbows. As a bounty hunter/monster hunter, he is often required to use whatever means necessary to take down different Tales. Not all Tales die the same way. Their deaths are often brought about by various methods and Hansel is willing to discover those methods. Being proficient with weapons is Hansel’s job. He rarely misses. If he misses, he “had something in his eye,” or the person was just unusually agile and fast.
  • Tracker: Tales have quirks and some of those quirks are easy to follow. Hansel will study patterns and trends in a Tale’s mannerisms. He will often watch and learn before he confronts a target, studying their day-to-day routine. Hansel will also exploit others to find his target’s whereabouts.
  • Hand-to-Hand Combat: Hansel has fought several Tales in his career and he’s also learned from those fights by employing only the most practical fighting techniques. His fighting style can be considered very street with brawler-style using everything around him as a weapon (if his own weapons weren’t effective). He knows various chokes, submissions, and throws. Hansel also knows where to most effectively stick his hunting knife to incapacitate an enemy.
  • Demolition: Some Tales just won’t die with firearms. Sometimes they need something larger and effective. If you didn’t figure it out, yes, bombs. Boom! Hansel will rig victim-activated bombs using tripwire or pressure switches. He will often lob bombs in the form of hand grenades or grenade launchers at enemies.
  • Professional Driver: Whether driving to chase someone or to escape the cops, Hansel has done both. Want to get from point A to point B fast as hell? Be careful what you wish for.



  • Sweet Tooth: Hansel can consume various concentrations of sugar without ever acquiring cavities or blood sugar disorders. Cookies, cakes, pies, candies, and chocolates; he can consume tons of sweets without ever gaining a pound…you jelly? (Mm, jelly). This sugary metabolism might have been caused by the magic imbued in the witch’s sweets he consumed as a boy. You want to see something gross? Watch him drink pancake syrup and eat the rose on the cake.
  • Other Half: Hansel can sense his twin when she is nearby, and strangely, he can mentally communicate with her. He can sense when she is in danger and find her anywhere on the planet. Off planet is another story for that has yet to happen. Moral of this story: Don’t fuck with his sister!
  • Sugar Powers: Certain sweets grant Hansel special powers. The known powers are: Mints (Ice), Red Hots (Fire), Sour Tarts (Lightning), Jawbreakers (Solid Form), Cake, Syrup, Pure Sugar, Icing and just super sugary-ass shit (Speed/Sugar Rush!). Bubblegum (Stretch), Chocolate (depending on the percentage of cocoa, Super Strength). He’s still experimenting with different sweets. He can only use the abilities per sweet like rounds in a gun. If he consumes one piece of candy, then he can lob one fireball for example. His advantage would be to consume candies that last such as jawbreakers and bubblegum.
  • High Pain Tolerance: Hansel could go all day and all night, enduring the worst of the worst. Honestly,
    the worst thing you could do to him is take away his sweets. You do that. You best hope he never remembers who you are or breaks free of whatever holding cell, hostage situation, torture device, etc. It is almost as bad as harming his sister.



Bag of Lollipops x1
Pack of gum (10 sticks) x1
Sidearm x1
Hunting Knife x1


  • Sugar Addiction: Hansel can almost, almost, almost-always be persuaded with sweets. It just depends on the amount, the concentration of sugar, and even the size of the offered treat. He has an addiction that has no end. Making sweet deals with him can have him work for you, with you, or he may just be exploitable.
  • Sweets Dependent: His powers are entirely sweets dependent. If Hansel doesn't have any sugar...*shudders* Then he can't use his powers. Also, not having access to sugary substances would make him go insane.
  • Arrogance: Hansel can at times overestimate his targets. He talks the talk, usually walks the walk, but mistakes still happen. He isn’t perfect.
  • Gretel: If anyone were to capture Gretel and threaten her life, then they might be able to use her against him. Hansel is very protective of his sister to the point that he even would examine any boyfriends she would have. The only reason this is a weakness is because a villain could use her to control Hansel, but that villainous Tale better hope Gretel is never freed or killed. Hansel will become his or her worst nightmare.



Babymetal - Gimme Chocolate (Killing Theme #1)
Lesley Gore - Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows (Killing Theme #2)
Mary Poppins - Spoon Full of Sugar (Killing Theme #3)
Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me (Character Theme)
Warrant - Cherry Pie (Hansel in love)
The Archies - Sugar Sugar (Hansel on a date)
Aqua - Candyman (The Candy Man #1)
Sammy Davis Jr. - Candy Man (The Candy Man #2)
@CrosswireYour post was fine. There was nothing wrong with it.
@DracoLunarisShe doesn't have Valk armor. You can use items if you want, but you just reminded me to ban healing items and healing magic otherwise the matches will never end. You can't GM the match either because you would be GMing for your own team. If that was going to be the case, then there is nothing wrong with how it is setup now.

@LugubriousThat's a lie. I told everyone I was moving all games along this weekend, so if you read and understood that then you knew. I am not creating the map for Survivor. So if you guys want to go ahead with whatever you have planned, you can. If I got to put Steve Fox in there just to announce anything, then I will but I don't see that being necessary.


The underground subway arena was cool in temperature and bore a wet cement smell along with other odors from multiple drugs. A mixture of the Platform City wealthy and riff-raff surrounded the square stage on two floors. A net encasing the stage protected the fighters within from any objects that might drop or be purposefully thrown at those who the crowd disliked.

For Team One, the first pairings were: Fox and Zangief.

Team Two, Cloud and Mitsurugi (will be using dice for this match because I can't really face myself lol).

Team Three, Jack & Shadow and Cyrax.

Team Four, Shantae and Isaac.

All fighters would be fighting on an equal playing field. However, it would not be equal for those who swap out. The possibility for victory will still be somewhat equal.



Team One


Fox’s opponent stood across from him—a giant of a man! The man was humungous, standing at seven feet and weighing 400 pounds. The Russian had been wearing a white T-shirt and blue denim jeans that barely contained the mountainous muscle stacked upon his wide frame. Curling his arms at the elbows and sinking slowly until his thighs were parallel to the floor. The bear of a man, the legendary Zangief grit his teeth. His eyes near fiercely bulged from their sockets as he flexed, his pants and shirt exploding into shreds as his every muscle seemed to effortlessly inflate with his might.

“RAAAH!” Zangief bellowed.

The crowd cheered, enthused by the display of power. Moneybags had a shamelessly greedy smile on his face as his betting bag started to swell with currency in result. Zangief straightened and spread his tree-trunk arms, curling them as he flexed biceps bigger than Fox’s head.

“I, Zangief, Little Fox. I will skin you and use your fur as new pants!” the wrestler declared.

Standing behind the ropes was a man wearing a mask and hiding beneath a red and white hood. The current mask he had on his face was smiling. His arms were crossed before his chest as he stared across the ring at Luigi. No one had ever seen the jester of a man before.

Team Two


Cloud gazed across the ring at the samurai who was seated cross-legged on the floor. His hands were resting on his thighs and a small reed was protruding from the corner of his lip. His tongue played with it, causing it to bob up and down as he stared nonchalantly through half-lidded eyes off to the side.

“Are you ready?” Cloud asked him as his hand went behind his head to grasp the wrapped hilt of his buster sword.

Mitsurugi’s black eyes slid to their corners as he first peered at Cloud before turning his head to regard him.

“Hmph, I guess. Last guy who fought me with a sword that big didn’t last ten seconds. You sure that sword isn’t for show?”

Cloud calmly removed the buster sword from behind his back and brought it before himself. Both of his hands took hold of the hilt as he held the massive sword aloft at a cleaving angle. Spreading his feet comfortably, Cloud slowly sank into a stance and a flash of light winked between the two swordsmen. The light had been a glare off of Cloud’s buster sword. In what seemed like a flash, his sword was against the samurai’s half-drawn katana blade.

Mitsurugi’s black eyes were shrunk in surprise at how fast Cloud had moved. If he hadn’t been a master swordsman, then Cloud might had actually cut him down. The corner of the samurai’s mouth quirked with excitement.

Cloud dashed backwards to allow the samurai to rise to his feet.

“Satisfied?” Cloud asked.

Mitsurugi laughed softly behind a smile. Hai.

A blonde-haired girl leaned upon the ropes of the ring. Her head was tipped into her hand and her cheeks were puffed out in boredom as she watched Mitsurugi and Cloud measure each other’s dicks with their blades. Her blue eyes lazily rolled over to Naija. Lux’s wand was tucked under her arm, sparkling with a strange luminescence as she tried to figure out what her opponent exactly was. Was she really a fish? Really? Good lord.

Team Three


The being that stood on the other side of the ring was difficult to determine if he was man or machine. He stood as still as a statute as though needing to be powered on. It was when the fighter’s head moved, motioning down to his opponent’s dog that any life was indicated. The voice that left the machine was low and slightly distorted by an artificial timbre.

“Your pet won’t be able to save you,” said Cyrax.

The soldier standing behind Cyrax looked down at his armored dog, and similarly the armored dog looked up at him raising his ears in surprise. Juno rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face. That guy’s dog may not have been his dog, Lupus, but he wouldn’t have underestimated him. The husky was huge and would probably put up a fight protecting his master…or was it a her? Juno didn’t know much about his robotic teammate but as he glanced from Lupus to Samus, he wished Cyrax had been fighting him (he didn’t know Samus was actually a woman). Juno was eager to see how well Lupus faired against Jack’s dog.

Team Four


Another blonde-haired and blue eyed swordsman stood in the ring, gazing upon the young woman who stood before him. His face beneath his eyes was hidden behind a yellow scarf and he stood with his side turned slightly toward her, his hand upon the hilt of a short sword. The swordsman looked young enough to be a teenager. His eyes were calm and his stance was confident as he silently studied the woman.

Behind him was a strange character that had no limbs, but he had hands and feet. He was lounging in a lawn chair, wearing sunglasses and sipping lemonade through a straw. He looked like he was on vacation. His hands and feet seemed to hover in proximity to his purple torso, and two locks of hair protruded from his scalp in an unkempt fashion. He looked like he had gotten into a fight with a lawnmower.

“Hey, pal, if you need help just let me know,” said Rayman to Isaac, who never answered back.

The swordsman’s eyes motioned from Shantae to Bartz as he thought to himself.

I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but…I think the other guy would have been more of my style, Isaac mused.



With the first matches having been laid out, Steve made one final announcement:

FIGHT!
@LugubriousIf you have a zone you want, then you can use it. But you'll be introducing it. Next time...seeing as you had a whole week to decide on a location. Decide on a location sooner and not when I'm about to write it up.
@Crosswire@Etherean Fire@Lugubrious@DracoLunaris@RokkuHoshi@WingsOfBronze@Guardian Angel Haruki@Lmpkio@Bright_Ops

I'm just letting you guys know that I am posting Team Matches first. I am making the survivor match a separate post. I decided on a location for you three and I'll introduce the setting.

The three who are doing the survivor match are:

Slayer
Steve
James

You guys can post freely at your own posting-order. I recommend posting in the order I just mentioned. You guys can decide on a waiting duration. During the main mission I made it 3 days per post or a turn was skipped. Seeing as this could go faster because you're not waiting on 12 people to post at a time, it may be wise to take into consideration each other's work schedules, school schedules, or handicaps.

If ever you guys want to challenge a person's move, send me a PM and I'll review what you want to challenge and make a GM decision.
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