LeeRoy

Arena Chat Thread

@ImportantNobody I need a ref of evvie

Arena Chat Thread

Doing half decent, drawing for a bit today. I can actually do some requests, if anyone would make them.

Arena Chat Thread

@Alphakoka I am, I'm even better at drawing them.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

@Skallagrim Not as far as I see, just a misunderstanding.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

@MelonHead
Few things: The observations happen AT Mach 5, as his eye scans you faster than his brain registers and then it catches up a few milliseconds later, so cutting them short isn't happening. The thorough analysis happens in somewhere under a thousandth of a second, which is what 4x human thought speed is. Him speaking out loud about it, yeah, that'd be cut short.

As well:

Due to both of them choosing to run at the other, the gap could be closed in a pittance of time, meaning that for Shin to draw his weapon now would take too much time, leave him vulnerable, and seal his fate.

@MelonHead

Two posts prior:

Withdrawing his weapon from his belt loop and letting his arm hang with it, testing the weight by swinging it back and forth.

@LeeRoy

Nexus of Worlds- Darkness Rising- A Guild Tournament

Why does the Arena board always DIE for hours on end?

Nexus of Worlds- Darkness Rising- A Guild Tournament

Really wish I had've brought a +1, but Shin doesn't get along well with ANY of my other characters. So justifying a +1 would have been difficult, to say the least.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

Shin

Name: Shincoco of the Black Iron Mask

Age: 320

Sex: Male

Race: Human/Godslave/British-Chinese Mix

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 210 lbs.

Physical Description: Shin is a man of average height, however, that is the only thing average about him. Beneath his clothing is a body coated from top to bottom in thick scar tissue, this tissue hides an inhumanly fit body. His shoulders are rather broad, though not unnaturally so. Should one see behind his mask they would see a hand shaped scar on his face, splitting his top and bottom lip and crossing over where his right eye used to be. This has left Shin with a heavily cleft lip and an empty eye socket that is covered with a sewn on black patch.

The handprint overlaps his hairline and leaves two large chunks of hair missing from the right half of his head. The hair that isn't burnt off is kept cropped shortly to his head, and is slightly greyed from stress. Rather than from age.

Shin dresses simply, a pair of creased black pants adorns his legs. The cuffs are damaged just slightly from wear and tear. He wears a long sleeved, button up, cuffed and collared shirt. It is tucked into his pants. Over the shirt is a brown button up vest. Well polished black shoes with pointed tips, plenty of wear on the sole but no scuffs on the leather.

Adorning his head is a black iron mask with several leather straps that hold it into place. Behind the mask you can see his left eye, the sclera of it is stained red from an eye injury in the past. It is perfectly shaped to cover his face, carved to square out the shape of his head and give him an almost alien appearance. There is only one hole in it, the eye hole that is bored at an angle to give him total peripheral vision with his remaining eye.

Psychological Description: If you met Shin in a normal social situation, where he was wearing his usual prosthetic face mask, you would believe that Shin is a man who has moved past an extensive series of unfortunate circumstances. Should you meet Shin in your bedroom, in the dark of night, you would believe that he is a psychopath who chose to kill you at random. However, if you had the unfortunate circumstance of meeting Shin on the field of battle? You would believe that you have entered the domain of a god of war, Shin's very presence is oppressive.

Every word that he speaks oozes an almost liquid resentment, thinly veiled behind a mask of niceties. Shin speaks with deliberate pause and force, making it seem like he knows exactly what's going on at all times.

Shin is aggressive, blunt, and only lies when it's necessary to facilitate his survival. In combat, he will shift from a polite fellow who seems to only fight for the purpose of fighting, to a despicable sadist who teases you about every mistake that you make.

All of this, because Shin is obsessed with killing. The sacrament of spilling blood, nothing leaves him with a more chilling and electrifying feeling than to let the life slip from his most recent target. If his foe fights with enough fervor, he can sometimes lose himself in the ecstasy of bloodlust. Falling into throes of lavish excitement and fury, Shin relishes nothing more than bloodshed.

And Ladies, he's single.

Abilities:
Mystical-
Biological Immortality: Granted to him by his godly master, Shin's body has become immune to the effects of aging and disease. Every cell in his body is cycled out as soon as they die, allowing his body to survive grizzly wounds and not fear the consequences of death unless Shock were to set in. Shin has no true regenerative factor, only an accelerated scarring. Meaning that bleeding out is impossible, but so is regrowing limbs. Most of his biological functions are no longer necessary, except for eating and drinking. He does not need to breathe, though it helps to center him. He does, however, still need to breathe to talk.

Now, unlike true immortality, Shin's body can still die. He just can't die from age or illness.

Physical-
Durable Hide: Hardened through innumerable battles, countless scars, and endless regrowth. Shin's skin has become hardened to the same density and strength as leather. This allows him to survive significantly greater beatings than normal men. His skin is as course and rough as the hide of an armadillo, and his hands are as hard as ram's horn.

Beyond Peak Human Ability: Shin's body has been tempered with countless years of training, without the ability to age or succumb to exhaustion he has gone beyond the limitations of Human ability. Able to lift 1,000 lbs with a great deal of effort, easily lifting 800-900 lbs. His muscles are toned beyond those of even the most professional fighter. Able to sprint at 45 mph, he can cross huge tracts of land faster than any mortal man.

Accelerated Reflex: Shin's reflexes are four times as quick as any normal man's, allowing him to react to stimuli so quickly that most people can't actually see it happen.

Mental-
Accelerated Thought: Shin's thoughts come at nearly four times the speed of a normal human, critical on the fly analysis in combat is his forte. Able to know where an enemy is going before they arrive, spot subtle differences in behavior, and calculate just how much weight to put behind a strike. On the battlefield, tightly controlled thought patterns and behavior are key to survival.

Instant Sight: Shin's singular eye is blessed with a great power, though to some it may seem useless. To Shin it one of his most invaluable assets. Shin's eye can keep track of objects moving faster than his own thoughts, the only thing that outstrips his sight is Mach 5 and higher.

Equipment: Where Shin would normally wield the black staff, he has accidentally disarmed himself. Instead, he has armed himself with a Kusarigama.

Boron Steel Kusarigama: A sickle with a deathly sharp blade adorning it, it is a foot long cylindrical handle with a grooved grip. Wrapped tightly in leather. A long steel chain rests at the bottom with a heavy steel weight with a lead core at the end. Making it a perfect combination of melee and ranged weaponry.

Black Iron Mask: To hide the grizzly scar upon his face, Shin wears a mask cast from a civil war era cannon ball. The mask has just one eyehole, on the left side. As his right eye does not exist anymore. Its weight is laborous, strapped to his head with four leather bands. The weight serves as a reminder to why he is immortal, and as a reminder of who gave him his scar. Its also a decent shield for his face, protecting him from gunfire and the like.

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

With a huge gap between them he eyed the man up and down, trotting rather quickly towards him. That hundred feet quickly snapped to seventy-five and then fifty, it seemed that Shin was moving just fine in the increased gravity. Even without breathing in the fumes of the water he was well trained enough to know how to adapt to extra weight, his ability to move was only marginally reduced. Especially without the excess weight of his clothing. Once he reached the halfway point, he noted a vial in the man's hand. As the assassin continued his run he watched him down this vial.

He watched him down the vial and hammer a nail in his coffin.

There isn't much that Shin knows about magic and potions, as he has always avoided witchcraft. It's an art created by the weak to stand up to the strong, and it was cowardly as well. What he did know of was drugs and steroids. If this man was drinking this vial in the middle of a tournament, it was likely a performance enhancer. Another cowardly tool, just like magic.

Perfect.

What does it enhance? Does it make him stronger? Faster? Maybe it makes his spells stronger? Maybe he needs it to cast spells? Analyzing every little possibility, Shin began to swing himself back and forth into a serpentine. Sharp sidesteps and unpredictable placements of his feet, keeping himself from running in a straight line as well as keeping himself moving.

Though he was darting around rapidly, still closing the distance, Shin's singular eye was still locked on Metz. From his foe's head to his foe's toes, the assassin's eye ran him up and down like a scanner. Every single detail about his visage was taken in one by one.

Very thin, facial hair, oddly colored eyes, scarred though not particularly grizzly. Pale and gaunt are weak traits, poor genetics at work. His armor is addled with holes and looked dingy, poor quality. Likely made by hand. Normal pants and boots, though maybe hiding underarmor. A knife on his chest, a gun at his waist, and a backpack.

But lo and behold, there it was. Shin's inner monologue was halted sharply when he saw more of those vials on his belt. Four total. Limitations abound in this tournament.

Behind the iron case of his mask, a malicious smile ran from ear to ear. "You have a short supply, don't you?!" The assassin teased, there were so many weaknesses on his foe that were visible even from a distance. There was such an uproar of laughter inside of his own head, maybe this man didn't even know how to fight. This would be so much fun!

NoW: LeeRoy vs. Melonhead Rnd 2.

Gotta say, metz' definition of face to face is totally different than mine. 100 feet?