Lugubrious

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

In a handful of hours we are going to be moving on to 6th period! Until then...

Get ready to brawl! The next contest is underway!

Heroes of Beacon - Contest of Champions

Contest #8 - Test Your Might

Judge: Cavalier
Type: Crossover Combination
Deadline: Monday, April 13, afternoon

Your character has moved beyond the realm of mere words, beyond even the ascendancy of medium that is the official RWBY TV show; your character, in all its badassery, is now a playable character in a fighting game. It is your task to reimagine your character's speciality, skillset, abilities, and persona to fit into the uniquely formulaic, yet infinitely potential world of the fighting game a la Marvel v Capcom, Killer Instinct, or Mortal Kombat. You will be evaluated based on how well you adapt your character and their various abilities and how kickass your concept is overall. Show me your moves!

Playstyle: What is your character's modus operandi? Are they Rushdown, the in-your-face bruisers with a focus on damage and/or mobility? Is he or she a Zoner, relying on projectiles to keep away foes at all costs or using clever spacing to make the most out of range? Or is he or she a Grappler, a typically slow but heavy-hitting ultra-close-range powerhouse that can control the opponent with grabs, counters, or traps? Pick one of the three archetypes but feel free to go into more detail. EX: Abel would be a spacing Zoner, with excellent range on his Ampere and his kicks but no projectile abuse.
Level 1 Super: A move often comprised of a single strike, a special projectile or a series of weak strikes, often used to end combos.
Level 2 Super: Much like level one, but stronger, and with greater versatility. These can even be temporary buffs or traps.
Level 3 Super: The ultimate finishing move, often very cinematic, and strong enough to turn the tide of battle. Some involve high-risk, high-reward situations, like grab moves that have tiny range but huge damage.
Instinct Mode: A time-limited power-up that can be anything from a healing factor to damage boost to super armor to the ability to airdash. I imagine a lot of you will use your semblances for this; for example, Abel would activate Surge, increasing the range on his normal attacks.
Fatality: The game is won...how best can you humiliate the enemy? By brutally slaying their character, of course! For those disinclined to do this to other people, Grimm are also a susceptible target. Then, of course, there are Babalities, Animalities, and so on...

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

The Phlegethon page on the site is very satisfactory.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Guild Name: Phlegethon
Guild Mark: Balance
Guild Leader: Phlegthon is led by the witch doctor Malady, who can both cure and inflict a variety of afflictions with her bare hands.
Guild Orientation: Phlegethon can best be described as lawful evil. It is a very secretive guild, not at all anxious to make any big changes or draw any attention. It simply does its business of having its healers cure the sick for exorbitant prices, sometimes after causing said sickness, and eliminates those who stand in the way of its malpractice. Though this is heinous, Phlegethon keeps itself low-profile and doesn't have much of an impact on the world outside of a select few.
Guild Motto: “The river of fire burns away the impurities of the world."

Members: 18
Leader: Malady
Head Healer: Madam Martha Legerdemain
Headhunter: Timothy “The Weeper” Umbra
Secret Weapon: Mr. “Steal-Your-Girl” Revel Syg
Good Doctors: Drake Laudanum, Hermes Rookwood, Baih Balm, Sherman “Suture” Ridlon
Hit Squad – The Waters of Hell: Styx (Tracy Oolong), Acheron (Earl Gray), Lethe (Matcha Song), and Cocytus (Leo Crater)
On-level Members: Jack Oneroi, Anastasia Terra, Nancy Averyonna, Saturn, Bridgette Belle, and Keenan Castigan

If anyone wants their character to have been a part of this guild, that's fine by me.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Uhhh. Nothing, I guess. I just missed Caits post of a mysterious individual.

@CirusArvennicus

I must admit, I held it against you in my post. But it's okay.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Lug, I'm halfway through your post and I already know Nero is going to get punched sometime, probably soon.

@Burthstone

Yeah, that happens sometimes. Typically he doesn't care too much about it though. I mean, he cares enough to curse the person who punched him afterwards.

Then again...


Cirus, I have no idea what you mean.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Is there a sheet or something I can fill out to create a small entry for Phlegethon to be put in the Dark Guilds section eventually?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Nero -=- Midtown Magnolia

Though in a heroic effort to pursue the rampaging manticore the dark mage successfully avoided repeated impalement, tripping, collision with lampposts, and frowning, all without allowing his penguin friend to slip out of his clutches, he proved unable to avoid a impersonal but nevertheless painful slap to his cranium. Instantly, his eyeglasses popped off, Free squirmed out of his grip, his new porkpie hat fell to the ground, and it was difficult to tell which upset Nero more. [color=D8BFD8]“Noo!” He cried, in an exaggerated falsetto as the spectacles hit the pavement, shattering one of the lenses. If looks could kill, the back of the darkly-clad entity's head would have been obliterated by the younger wizard's affixed glare, who gave a short, wry laugh. “Now how am I going to read your epitaph?” he admonished.

Rather than responding, the ominous intruder released a spell. Nero smirked when he heard the lost magic's telling incantation. Spells whose incantations exactly revealed what they were and what they did combined a lack of creativity with a lack of forethought. Spending little time ruminating about the marauder's choice of words, Nero turned this way and that, searching for his slippery companion. He spotted Free waddling at breakneck speed toward a nearby shop, and watched with no small amount of amusement as the penguin tried the door, failed, and resorted to diving headfirst into an empty plant pot to conceal himself. His good mood restored, Nero turned back to see the troublesome manticore stopped cold, literally frozen mid-roar. It took a lot of effort to resist the temptation to transmute the icy prison into a veil of stone, thereby entombing the monster, but Ginger probably didn't deserve such a fate.

Instead, Nero approached the spot where he glasses had cracked against the street, scooped them up, and placed them back on his head. A rogue chip of glass toppled from the frame and cut a light scratch across Nero's cheek, but if the dark mage took any notice of this, he said nothing. Instead, he cupped his hands around his mouth and called, “Cool spell! No, really. N-ice of you to step in and catch the monster!” Nero doubled over laughing at his own puns. “Shouldn't kill her though,” he recovered quickly, “This week's my murder break.” The unmistakable sound of incantation kept him from continuing, and as he watched, some crazy lady raced across a nearby roof, firing a slew of arrows coated in pale, frosty glow. All Nero could think was 'genius' before the projectiles unceremoniously smacked into the already-thoroughly-frozen manticore, adding another layer. The new ice, judging by its glossiness and greater transparency, looked by all accounts inferior to the outsider's Ice of Time, to boot. With the beast incapacitated to an even greater degree, Nero decided to spend a moment or two making sure that the newcomer knew exactly how silly she was.

“Good grief! Ice!? What an original and useful spell!” Nero placed a palm to his head, using his other to wipe off blood from his cheek as a more sentimental gentleman might wipe off a tear, and chuckling in a mixture of hilarity and disbelief all the while. “Since you're so eager to contribute,” he yelled, “Why don't you watch her 'til she calms down and turns back? Should only be a minute or so, I wasn't really trying this time!” Nero waved with both hands, span around on his heels, and waltzed over to where Free still struggling. He grabbed the penguin's feet, one with either hand, and yanked the bird out of his plant pot. Free squawked in outrage but could only flap his flippers feebly as Nero tucked him under his arm and started back toward Mayford Inn, the forlorn porkpie hat lying on the pavement forgotten evermore.

He walked quickly, not wanting to encounter either the shadowy brute or the scatterbrained archer before he had wrapped up his business. Fortunately, York -still very much a dwarf- had followed him to the inn's entrance a few moments ago, and now stood there watching. “Why did you curse us if you were going to turn on them the whole time?” he demanded.

Nero held up two fingers. “Three reasons. One, I wasn't going to turn on them until Ginger threatened to shoot me. Two, cursing is awesome. Three, I wanted to make everyone happy.” York, full of indignation, tried to interrupt, but the dark mage steamrolled over him. “The way I did that was by fulfilling the goon squad's horrible wishes, giving them a few moments of sadistic pleasure, and then satisfied your desire for retribution -or justice, take your pick- by cursing them as well. Plus, I'll bet they'll figure out in ten minutes or so when their curses wear off that messing with someone they didn't understand was a bad idea. Anyone who figures that out is happier in the long run. By the way, I expect you to become normal-sized any second now. Your chick will as well, but if you want a honest guy's honest opinion, she pulled off the adorably-plump thing pretty well.” As always, it was tough to tell if he was serious. Leaving York behind, he exited Mayford's destroyed front porch and returned to the street. Free squawked again, and Nero ruffled his feathers. “Yours is gonna last a little bit longer, li'l buddy. It's time you had some positive influence in your life.” After taking a moment to consider the irony in his statement, Nero cracked up yet again.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

<Snipped quote by Expolar>

I was looking at pictures. She had a Scythe, red hair, black/dark red armor, and was a she. That fit four of my three criteria.

@Burthstone

She's also fifteen.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

really random question: What was your most emotional anime moment?

Mine was Shirley's death in Code Geass.

@Demous

Probably the execration of Yuki in Noragami for me. I haven't watched very many animes. Behind that probably comes where Stein goes nuts in Soul Eater.