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Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Thoughts, as fleeting as sand in the wind.

A wanderer with no path will find no safe haven, Mom always said that. Through ages and decades of delusional meandering, his path had lead him once again to a small township. Abandoned and dusty in the middle of a country that was far from his own. Faint memories of a road that he had once traveled, a man that had once struck him down. Many times has he been slain, and many times he has risen again. Abraham Haddad's life has lead him back here, the fates teasing him with memories that are just beyond his reach. These dusty roads that stretch before him bare only the slightest hint of why he had been here before, of why he was here again.

What looked like a bird had flown overhead, predatory, respectable. There was a slight thought of honor that danced through his head as he watched it fly above, something about predators thinking like predators. It didn't make sense, even to him, so he shrugged the thought from his mind and carried on walking. The wooden shaft of his spear dragged on the ground. The Ghul found comfort in the sound of his spear sliding across the sand, the sands had always kept him safe from Humans, Angels, and other 'higher' entities. Whenever he had left the sands a fearsome foe would happen upon him, and once again he would be slain.

These thoughts repeated in his head, though every time they passed he forgot them again.

Sounds crossed his ears, his head whipped around to pursue them. Above his head the eagle dashed from sight with a mighty call, and for a moment he believed that it was just the bird that had alerted his senses. He dropped his guard and carried on his wayward road, on a whim he placed his right hand on the wall beside him. Dragging it across the aged brick, feeling the rough edges of it grind across his paper thin flesh. Losing his balance for a moment, Abe stumbled forwards, his hand had thrust through a hole in the wall that was near perfect size for a full grown man. It all came rushing back to him, a warrior with a burning sword that had smote him here.

With wicked rage burning through his body, boiling what blood he has left, Abe pulled his hand from the hole. Letting out a howl, sounding more monster than man as it tore past his lips. He made this hole! He did this, and in doing so tore me asunder! Is he here? Is he here!? Raging thoughts tore across his twisted mind, the one whose name and face he could not remember. The sword was all he knew, the sword burned him still.

Now in a frenzy, Abe latched his hand to the nearest section of the wall and hoisted himself to the rooftop. From there he let out another inhuman howl, the scarce hairs still clinging to his scalp whipped in the wind. As did the fabric that makes up his silken robes. Abraham spoke, for the first time in what seemed like a century. The words were spoken with his wicked raspy voice, shouted to the top of his lungs. Poison gas sprayed from between his teeth as the breath left him. "Where are you, sword of flames!? I remember you! I want to remember destroying you!"

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

I've posted Abe's old sheet, I'm typing the post up now.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Abe

Name: Abraham Haddad

Race: Ghul, a kind of Evil Djinn

Age: 12,468

Sex: Male

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 150 lbs

Physical Description:
Having no semblence to what he once was, Abe is now a shadow of a beast. Barely human in his appearance he bears more resemblance to a corpse now than a man. From head to toe he is visibly sun dried, visually similar in many regards to beef jerky. His lips are peeled back, revealing his bright white teeth. Abe has no eyelids, and his eyes have dried to mere blackness. Left in the socket where his eyes once were are two small flames, so dim that they are invisible in the light. This is how he sees, despite not having eyes.

On his head are the remains of hair, a few strands dangling off to the sides and doing nothing to hide his scalp. His body is lithe and boney, save for his distended gut filled with a vile poison. His flesh is baked, thin, and covered with wounds and lesions from time gone by. The nerves are weak, deadened, and barely functional.

Draped limply across his lithe form is a blood stained and yellowed silken robe. It hangs off of him as one wouldexpect something to hang off of little more than a skeleton.

Psychological Description:
Abe has lost his mind, through millenia of life and through brain disease. The traits that Abe demonstrates are remnants of who he once was and what happens as his brain randomly triggers throughts. Abe is wild, animalistic, and admittedly cruel. He's entirely capable of thought, but his thoughts have become devoted to searching for his next meal.
Tier: 4

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
Acid Vomit: Deep in his distended gut, Abe houses a caustic gel that smokes within his body. When this acid is loosed it dissolves through inorganic objects faster than organic, liquifying steel in a few minutes if left be. From his mouth he can spray massive gouts of this toxic substance, with ease he can spray as hard and as wide as a firehose for extended periods of time. Coating surfaces very rapidly in the noxious sludge. Its scent is as foul as a rotting carcas mixed with digestive juices. On contact with flesh after burning through clothing it causes severe pain, but only superficial wounds. This power can be charged. As well, it may be launched in balls of projectile vomit, allowing for a more controlled shot.

Caustic Breath: The juices in his stomach produce a thick, rancid gas. Abe can push this gas up from his stomach into his throat, and back down into his lungs. When he exhales this gas he can spread a miasma of burning fog in the direction he is facing. This fog is poisonous, however, only in the strictest of regards. It is non-fatal poison, only causing slight discomfort when one lets it sit on them. However, when this fog is breathed in, it has a much more dire effect. The fog is made of small liquid particulates that rest on the inside of your lungs. Causing your breathing to become halted and eratic. Burning your throat and mouth the more and more you breathe it in. This attack can be charged. When he breathes it out, he can project a 5x5 area of this fog in front of himself. This settles after 2 ticks. The settling takes progressively longer to happen as the charge goes up.

Hyper Enhanced Jaw: Abe's body may be frail, but his jaw is strong enough to flatten iron. His jaw is so malformed that he has to break his jaw to use it, however, a complex series of mutated muscles allow him to freely move his lower jaw after it has been separated. Once his jaw is broken he can completely unhinge it and envelop objects nearly three times the size of his mouth. With one bite, Abe can strip limbs off of normal people.

The Ghul's Hands: Abe has the lingering power of a Djinn still running through his veins, and he can still bathe his hands in a dim smokeless flame. Allowing him to strike people with the same force that he was once able to. Allowing him to lift as much weight as he used to be able to, and to grip as strong as he once could. The Ghul's hand gives Abe 2 tons of lifting weight.

Equipment:
[Locked]Partizan: A six foot long spear, made from ash wood with a wide feathered blade of bronze. There are no magical properties about this spear, it has no remarkable weight, it isn't even made from the best materials. It is simply a tool.
Stained Silk Clothes: You're not going to find much worth out of these clothes, they're silken garb from centuries ago. Age normally destroys silk, but the desert's kind embrace has held these clothes together by shielding them from decay. They have no particular value, and their sole purpose is to clothe Abe and prevent the sun from beating down on his body.

History:
Once upon a time before Makind became prevalent, Abe was a normal Djinn, a being of smokeless flame manifest. Daunting civilizations of Angels and Djinn took shape on an unformed Earth. Time wore on and humans became more prevalent than Djinn and Angels. Abe, however, took a human form in protest to these 'humans.' Who were they to take his home, these beings that grabbed land that had been given to the Djinn and Angels by higher beings. So Abe took their form, demanding his home as his own, despite being hopelessly alone in what was once a great city of Djinn. By Djinns and Angels alike, Abe was labeled as a Ghul and left behind as they went into seclusion.

An age passed by and Abe stubbornly refused to leave his home, despite the once high towers crumbling into sand and leaving him homeless. His human body became ill, but his Djinn magic kept him alive. Abe began eating everything that he could catch, mostly poisonous insects and reptiles in the desert. Which only made his body more ill.

After several centuries of this diet persisted, and his illness grew more deathly he began vomiting consistently. At around this time his body started to look sun dried and withered, Abe began to look as he does now.

The sickness and his magic continued to mix over the years, his vomit became more poisonous and more acidic as time passed. His body mutated to deal with this change of biology, forcing new bones to grow where they shouldn't. Removing organs and turning them into new ones.

Within a thousand years his body was in ruins, but he was reborn anew. Although he had taken his form to protest humans, something about it drove him to persist despite his kind being long gone. Abe had become something more than Djinn or Man, Abe willingly accepted the title of Ghul.

Nothing less would befit one who refused to give up his hatred after so many years.
Nothing less would befit one who has turned into a poison spewing monster as he has.

Humans began spreading to the Sahara desert, building refuges on the borders of what he still claimed as his territory. In the night, Abe snuck into their towns, donned their clothes, and did his best to blend into society. Beneath a hood he did not stick out in a crowd.

Abe began plotting to remove them from his land, to banish these greedy beasts from his home.

In the dark of night, Abe began flooding the streets with his poison. The open windows and doors would be perfect venues for his toxins to flow in and kill all those inside.

It was cruel, it was despicable. But Abe saw what he was doing as right, this was his home that they were stealing. They laid claim to land that was not theirs and the sole resident lashed out violently.

During one night, Abe was seen by a slave during his nightly ritual of poisoning people. As the man began running, Abe made chase and in desperation bit cleanly into his skull with his unnatural jaw. Killing the poor man instantly.

The taste.

The taste was amazing.

His ritual turned from poisoning these folks to consuming them.

There were some unfortunate side effects. Consuming the flesh of humans drove him mad, turning his brain into mush. Abe has since become a monster, roaming the sands of the Sahara desert weilding a stolen partizan, murdering and consuming all that he sees.

The tale of Abe has no end, it is just a tale that fades out as time goes by. Abe is a ghost of being that never should have been but refuses to just disappear.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

I am deeply sorry, surprise guests that I had to entertain. A friend ended her relationship with her husband and asked to crash here, it was an awkward night. I'll get right to the post.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Unable to resist any longer, Kanitah took the kick to the face in whole. Blood sprayed from his face as he was kicked aside by Fury, his left hand had simply let go of Fury's boot and his right hand had torn off the siding of it. He was no longer clinging to Fury's leg and simply lying there, chest heaving slowly. His right hand clenched tightly around the shard of metal in his hand. Evident that he was gripping to anything, just for a bit of comfort.

Lying there on the ground, Kanitah could barely see out of his left eye and his right eye had entirely swollen shut. Everything ached from his head to his toe, so much of him was broken and battered. A loud grunt escaped him as he put his left elbow to the ground, trying fruitlessly to prop himself up. To look Fury in the eyes. At most, all he could do was lean his head forwards.

It wasn't much, but he was pushing the ground with his feet to slide backwards. Fury's kick to the face had taken more out of him than he would have liked it to, he didn't have the strength to kick himself away. If he did, he would have just kicked the ground to have some sort of escape. Not like it would have mattered much anyway.

"Poda kuwana chisa, Itaroknos. Chi ho rana soma ohk bohr ka oda mani iyah."("Just finish me, Fury. I'd rather die in battle than an old man anyway.") The words came out in his native language, his translator had been broken. Lying there on the ground with most of his blood outside of him, he didn't really take notice. As well, the words were slurred by his missing teeth and broken jaw.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Sorry for the hold up, I will be able to post later on tonight.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

I know that full well, and if I were a meta-gamer I would have done that. But his previous bout with Fury left him exceptionally cautious of even touching Fury for a scarce second. He doesn't know the limits of Fury's drain ability, he doesn't know the range and whether it toggles on and off. If he had that knowledge, then he would have been much more aggressive. This was, however, not the case.

I always take into account every feature of the character I'm playing, and Kanitah's personality is his biggest weakness. Over analyzing and over thinking tend to get him in trouble. Like right now, if he had've just tried to crush Fury with repeated punches? He would have won.

But in his mind, touching Fury is a death sentence, all of his offensive attempts this fight were to put out the most damage for the least amount of contact. You'll notice from the ramming and attempts at blinding him with dirt.

Rematch! Abraham Haddad vs Daddy Liberty

Alright, I'm home but tired as hell. I'll have my CS and post up in the morning.

The Hot Headed, Heavy Hitters, Have it Out (Fury vs Kanitah, Round 2)

Toughest? Definitely. Though noticeably not the strongest. Considering the only injury Fury has sustained are a few broken ribs and now a slightly crushed ankle.

Put simply, surviving is all he can really do at this point. He cant throw punches anymore because his leading hand is broken and he doesn't have enough stamina to run anymore. His leather hard skin, rock hard bones, and metal coated muscles are keeping his organs protected.

I figured you would have picked up on him no longer trading with Fury and simply taking the hits. Kanitah stopped counterattacking a few posts back because he has already, in all honesty, lost. His last offensive attempt, aside from the poor grapple, was a dirt ball that was doomed to fail from the start.

Other than that, his last truly threatening attack was the full speed ram. I kinda figured you would have seen that after 9 posts of Kanitah just taking the hits.

Arena Chat Thread

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If you think that was salt, you'd hate arguing with me.