Terry Bogard

Hello!

Eyy, nice to meet you, too, new member. Actually, I joined this site for almost the exact reason, as the site where I usually went to has been lacking peeps my age and above (I’m a year younger, fyi). That said, hope you enjoy your stay here :)

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Or maybe he could stop Deathstroke from robbing the Stark Tower, I guess, @Master Bruce?

I mean, I did mention Batman in the first issue.

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

Thanks for understanding, man! I did make that suggestion, didn’t I? I thought we both were equally occupied when it comes to RP and whatnot, so I thought that was an ideal schedule. No cap, but there’s even a RP group that allows you to post only once every two weeks, so I guess we can catch up with each other whenever either or both of us are available.

On the side note, I do plan on reading a bunch of stuff today. I thought I’d missed out a lot of good stuff. It’d be both our sheets and posts from one of the RP groups I’ve been part of. Hopefully, I can give you my two cents once I give the newest revision a thorough read in the DMs.

Ultimate One Universe: Resistance

Yeah I was always under the idea that was more of a rule against doing alternate timeline versions of characters in play, as opposed to meaning that characters who's background/concept require it arent playable.

I can of course be wrong though!

@Ezekiel

If we could, I would’ve registered Ultimate Peter from day one. Almost everybody here knows I came here asking about Peter first then Deathstroke, only to realize that Peter’s been killed in this storyline :'v

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

I’ve read it a bit. Just realized that Mika has a healing power similar to Elena’s now. Lol. Pretty nice, actually.

Anyway, the first post is out. Just wanna let you know that, if it’s ok, I might just be posting every once a week, unless I’m not too occupied. Though, of course, I can always try to post as frequently as I can in a week whenever nothing gets in my way.

Take all the time you need to write yours, though. As usual, I’ll see you in the DMs ASAP :)

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

Chinatown, South Town
_{1:28 PM}

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_{Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2}

POW!

THUD!

CLAP!

“Alright! Who else is next?”

Another fight, another victory for the famed Hungry Wolf of South Town. They didn’t call him legendary for nothing, after all. Ever since his arrival to Chinatown, Terry had won multiple fights that took place at the heart of the East Asian corner of the city of the wolves. He could hear loud and clear that the locals were rooting for him, eager to see him overcome each and every obstacle in his path until there was no one to dispute him for the one and only VIP spot at Pai’s restaurant. The series of bouts itself was a huge attraction that afternoon—mainly because of Terry—and due to this, some of the locals began guarding the access to the center of the battle with a row of pickups and minibuses. Though, it didn’t stop any of the outsiders from ‘getting into the ring,’ including what was about to come after Terry next.

While he was dusting his jeans, suddenly, something alarmed Terry, his wolf-like senses tingling. A quiet smack was heard shaking the paved ground, as if somebody or something had barely pummeled it down. With a sharp glance, he checked past his shoulder, taking a sight of a humongous spectral form blipping and ramming in his direction, resembling that of an elderly woman bearing a cane. He reflexively sidestepped, letting the spectral granny fly past him at a slow pace. With what appeared to be an ambush seemingly avoided, Terry had managed to discover who the summoner was: a hulking figure with a striking pompadour and a blue crescent tattoo on his toned shoulder. Terry recognized this young lad, and his name was…

“Lao?” he questioned. “That you?”

“I’ve finally found ya,” Lao responded, feigning ferocity. “Ya think I’m just gonna give it up after the ass-whoopin’ ya give me back at Pao Pao 6? No, no, no, ya made a huge mistake, wolfie! I’m done goofin’ around, and this time, that VIP spot’s gonna be mine!”

Terry smirked, tightening his biker gloved fists. “I see, now you got yourself motivated, huh?” he asked. “Actually, so am I. I’d wanna believe you’re gonna fight better than you did back at Pao Pao 6. Let’s get this done real quick, should we? I’m so damn hungry.”

The hat-wearing bruiser could hear his stomach growling, but he knew he couldn’t stop yet. Not until there was no other fighter left to break his winning streak. Mouth almost watering, he could picture himself savoring plates of delicate dumplings and steamed chicken feet for less than their regular prices after the VIP spot was secured, yet somehow, the notion of endlessly dueling with competitors of various fighting styles sounded tastier than any of the oriental cuisines that Pai had to offer.

Circling one another, Terry and Lao began sizing each other up, waiting for the right momentum to strike. They kept their fists close to their temples, their respective ready stances assumed. Strengthening his resolve, Lao hurled a hefty fist, only to be blocked by Terry with a pair of forearms. He was taken aback, but refused to give up just yet. The hulking lad hurled a different fist, and another, and another, yet despite the gradually increasing strength and velocity, his seasoned opponent had always found a way to evade, sidestepping left and right while letting every flail move past his whiffling bang. Face flinching, he started to get irritated.

“Missed… and missed! And here I thought you promised me something bombastic,” Terry quipped, both his confident smile and defensive stance maintained. “C’mon, big boy, get serious! I know you can punch harder than a nine-year-old.”

Lao gnashed his teeth and grunted. “No, you…” Feeling a sense of challenge in the seasoned fighter’s voice, he drew his fist back, charging himself with as much inner energy as he could to launch a heavier blow, his knuckles laced with similarly shaped energy projection. The charging flail connected.

POW!

Or so, it seemed? As it turned out, Terry had managed to collide his fist against Lao’s, a fiery energy shrouding his knuckles. A loud thud exploded, though the arduous impact that Lao’s flail might produce was efficiently reduced to the point where Terry could barely feel any sort of damaging effects.

“Hah! Nice one! Keep it up!”

Lao grinned, uplifted. In reciprocation, he hurled another flail with an alternating fist—still laced in energy, yet nevertheless, the same outcome. No matter how hard he tried, Terry would just parry each and every attack he threw at him, now using both of his fiery knuckles alternately. After moments of exchanging blows, the hat-wearing bruiser finally figured out a way to break the exchange. When the last hefty blow was delivered, he quickly held Lao’s fist with his wrist, erupting a loud crack! The three-time KOF champion pushed him back with a front kick, the tip of his boot swinging and grazing against the Lillien Knight’s mandible.

WHACK!

“Bingo!”

And the kick rendered him unsteady. Wasting no chance, Terry continued further with his own series of offenses, ambushing Lao with alternating flails, a spinning backhand, and a backspinning kick to the gut. Lao was stunned, and a gauge stock was obtained. While his greener opponent was still recovering from the hefty round of offenses, Terry struck a charging pose, feeling an auric blip of energy coursing through his body. Advance Mode was activated! With that, he lunged in the stunned opponent’s direction, sending him flying back with a devastating shoulder tackle.

“POWER CHARGE!!” he exclaimed.

CRACK!

THUD!

The outcome saw Lao colliding with a nearby pickup by the other end of the street-fighting stage, his toned back firmly kissing its solid temple. The hulking lad bounced back in Terry’s direction, but not before scaring away a group of pigs that’d been spilling out of the back of the said mini-truck in unison. When his opponent was close, the three-time KOF champion flailed the paved ground, utilizing his only gauge stock to summon a surging torrent of energy.

“POWER… GEYSER!!!”

A quake erupted, and a fracture was formed across the ground, the geyser’s fiery tip instantly connecting with the rebounding opponent. The desperation move sent Lao flying out of the stage like a launching rocket to the moon, prompting him to collide with a sizable banner endorsing Ms. Lee’s Pawn Shop. The way the beaten-up Lao just stuck there across the banner’s fractured surface with the enormous picture of a braided young lady gesturing her hand at him made the sight all the more comical. He eventually slid down, sniffling and mumbling, as he toppled on his front across the crimson roof just below the promotional banner.

“No… No! I– I don’t wanna… lose…”

And just like that, Lao was knocked out, his voice trailing off. The unofficial referees had decided that Terry won by ring out, even though he’d managed to knock his opponent out cold. In a celebratory fashion, the blonde bruiser raised his cap, firing up the roaring crowd circling him.

“Ha ha… Alrighty!” he exclaimed with a wide grin before sporting his gaudy red cap back, turning it backwards. He shifted towards the Chinese restaurant across the guarding minibuses, seeing that Lao was still laying there on its crimson rooftop, hilariously snoring. “Ha! You ain’t ever beating me, you got that!? And don’t forget to tell Jenet that I say ‘hi,’ bud.”

It seemed that the celebrating crowd still demanded Terry continue fighting, despite the fact that he’d already ran out of challengers to compete for the VIP spot. Or so, he thought? If the locals were entertained, he, too, was entertained to keep fighting. But who? Who should he fight now that he’d defeated every local champion in Chinatown?

Thankfully, it didn’t take long until his next match—and possibly his final one for this afternoon—was made. A tall, tanned lady was spotted strolling through the sea of locals, seemingly heading in his direction. From the looks of it, Terry didn’t seem to recognize the young lady. She must’ve been one of those tourists visiting South Town, he thought. As a means of attracting her attention, he whistled.

“Hey, you!” Terry exclaimed, then comically clapped his hands for a show, his finger subsequently gesturing at the potential opponent. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, cutie! You look tough, alright. Say, are you looking for somebody to fight or what?”

FIN.

Terry’s Training Room

Chinatown, South Town
_{1:28 PM}

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_{Osaka Jo Koen ~Kyobashi~ – Real Bout Fatal Fury 2}

POW!

THUD!

CLAP!

“Alright! Who else is next?”

Another fight, another victory for the famed Hungry Wolf of South Town. They didn’t call him legendary for nothing, after all. Ever since his arrival to Chinatown, Terry had won multiple fights that took place at the heart of the East Asian corner of the city of the wolves. He could hear loud and clear that the locals were rooting for him, eager to see him overcome each and every obstacle in his path until there was no one to dispute him for the one and only VIP spot at Pai’s restaurant. The series of bouts itself was a huge attraction that afternoon—mainly because of Terry—and due to this, some of the locals began guarding the access to the center of the battle with a row of pickups and minibuses. Though, it didn’t stop any of the outsiders from ‘getting into the ring,’ including what was about to come after Terry next.

Terry’s Training Room

Just ignore. The purpose of this topic is, obviously, to test any of the elements from my upcoming posts that are needed to be previewed further. Might contain a tad bit of spoiler, though.

Noble Arms: The ASEAN War - Thread Three, the Darkest Hour

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_{I Walk Alone – Saliva}


Location : Type-004 Nuclear Aircraft Carrier
Date : December 25^th, 2022
Time : 5:21 (UTC+8)

While the rest was occupied, Raja was still eager to hunt down Wu Shufen. Normally, he would’ve treated animals like monkeys rather gently, but this time? Let God have mercy on the Wukong wannabe because he sure as hell wouldn’t.

Cristina was with him, too, the sight of the fellow Arms Master getting wounded still vivid in his memories. It impressed him how she was still able to shrug the injury off like it did her little to no harm, but then again, Arms Masters like both himself and Cristina were more resilient than an average human being.

“Cristina, are you alright?” Raja asked, his strides swift yet steady as they fell fairly close to his comrade’s. “I thought you were seriously wounded back there. Any clue as to where the monkey—”

Speaking of the devil, Wu Shufen emerged just in time, blocking their path. Raja was quick to halt his strides, eye widening when he took the sight of the many accompanying bodyguards standing behind the Monkey King in an orderly coordinated square. Despite the threatening sight, the Sumatran Tiger showed no fear. After all, he’d tackled worse during his tenure in Hammer of Masters, having survived agonizing torments and adversaries as deadly as Wu Shufen and his stooges.

“Heh. There you are, monyet kecil,” he scoffed, tightening his grips around the Iron Fangs. “I knew you weren’t man enough to face either of us by yourself. Well, I suppose you’re not even a man to begin with. You’re just a terrified little boy trying to hold his own against an army of grown men. Better grow a pair now, or else, you will never—”

A loud cough abruptly left his mouth, disrupting his belittling words. The foam that the nuzzles on the deck emitted managed to reach his nostrils, albeit faintly. Though even if it was just a faint scent, it stung his nose more than it was supposed to be capable of doing, successfully serving as a distraction for the ferocious Sumatran Tiger. And by the time he managed to recover from the suffocating scent, it was all too late. A shockwave was sent in his direction, mimicking his own as it staggered and launched him to the back. A harsh collision was formed between his back and the metal floor.

THUD!

“Urgh! Dammit!!” Raja cussed, trying to pick himself up with his forearm over his back.

The Sumatran Tiger hadn’t even fully recovered, but Wu Shufen had already closed in, as swift as a speeding bullet when he mimicked Cristina’s teleportation quirk. His Iron Fangs had already dissipated when his prior stance faltered upon the impact of the Earth-shattering shockwave, but it was nothing to be worried about, though, for he could always summon them back into his hands in a blink of an eye.

“Cheater! First, you ran away, and now, you stole my technique?” Raja asked furiously, as critical and uncompromising as ever. “Is that the best you can do or are you as incompetent as I assume you are?”

Either way, as much as he wouldn’t like it, Raja had to admit that Wu Shufen imitated his move perfectly well, as though they’d learned the same chi-gathering technique from the same master. Knowing this in mind, the Sumatran Tiger had to be careful. Tackling his furred adversary with unpredictable moves should be considered one of the tactics if he wanted to gain the upper hand.

With the Iron Fangs now materializing back into his wrapped hands, Raja wasted no chance and lunged in Wu Shufen’s direction. He swung both of his blades alternately, aiming to leave the furred staff wielder wounded and bled.

SLASH!

SLASH!

SLASH!

WHACK!

Once connected, the former cage-fighting champion would ride his instep towards the staff that the monkey boy had been holding, utilizing a silat-styled crescent kick to, hopefully, knock the lengthy weapon out of its wielder’s grip. He didn’t forget to check out the other Arms Master nearby, finding out that she’d been ambushed by the ape lord’s stooges.

“Cristina, defend yourself!” Raja urged, then—out of instinct—hurled one of his Iron Fangs towards the closest row of bodyguards, the soaring spectral blade shifting into a sizable projectile that disintegrated into smaller, scorching blasts traveling towards each and every attacking adversaries in their proximity.

FIN.

Glossary

• Monyet kecil = little monkey

South Town Scuffle: Two Wolves (Terry Bogard VS Broken Promise)

No prob, chief! I still have one more to work on ASAP. Then, after that, I can start working on the starter for this RP. And take all the time you need to respond, no worries. I understand that you have lots of things to do in regard to both RL and RP, and so do I. You have no idea, but I’ve actually subscribed to this thread way earlier than you did lol.

Anyway, I’ll be checking the latest revision as soon as I can. Actually, I don’t mind Mika having that as part of her specials/supers. After all, there are tons of fighting game characters who can teleport outta incoming attacks, like Athena for instance. Then, you have Rugal who can basically create a mirror to send a projectile back to its sender.