Vordak

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Drifting Pollen

How do i end a forfeited fight? Any specific rules or IC details?

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

Gigue Lagace

Name: Gigue
Age:32
Height: 7'4"
Weight: 292 pounds
Occupation: General Security Specialist

Appearance

Tall and robust, Gigue carries himself with the demeanor of a champion, shoulders unfurled and chest barreling at all times; his expression is that of a guile and savvy warrior, proud of his competence yet wary of his shortcomings, and the man's straight, blonde hair is worn in a ponytail, the gentle flow and noble color complimenting his valiant visage. His everyday attire consists of a white tuxedo, crimson shirt, a white pair of trousers and a black tie; when on duty, or simply on the streets, he lets his armor take place of the shirt.

Abilities

Physical ability: Gigue is abnormally strong, surpassing the limits of the normal human body with his deadlifting record of 2200 pounds, thanks to his already impressive muscle power being augmented by Ki training. However, everything else about him seems rather tame in comparison: he certainly is agile, fast and robust, but not incredibly so; while capable of fighting on even ground with well trained martial artists by virtue of his skill and dexterity alone, Gigue's gargantuan might still remains his trump card.

Aura of Hyperarmor: while greatly beneficial, enhanced physical strength was only secondary in his Ki training: the main goal was to learn the Hyperarmor technique; a spell, which allows him to summon a protective aura over the surface of his skin. It is can completely negate humongous amounts of damage, standing up easily to shotgun fire, warhammer strikes and even cannonballs; however, for all its potency, it is just as limited, the protection lasting for only about half a second; and afterwards, it cannot be used again immediately - the spell puts intense strain on his Ki channels, Gigue having to mend them first.

This can be done relatively fast with the aid of magical amulets, but still requires a certain amount of concentration: specifically, he has to clasp his hands together in front of his chest, with the amulet held in between the palms - this allows to most efficiently utilize its power - and enrich his Ki, while directing it towards the damaged channels. This process take from start to finish only about 3 seconds thanks to Gigue's training - which is rather manageable even in combat.

The aura itself works much differently from conventional armor; or even a physical object, for the matter of fact. It moves together with Gigue's body, yet there is absolutely zero force transfer - the aura does not ever actually touch his skin, hovering just a millimeter above. That is due to the aura being fixed to his own Ki system, instead of the physical body, and any force acting upon it is instead met by the far superior resistance of his spiritual energy; as a result, Gigue cannot be even moved or slowed down while the aura is active. Another noteworthy detail would be that the entire aura is a singular unit of energy - in other words, rather than being broken down into a myriad of bonds, the entire volume of energy contained within is shared by each and every particle, meaning no attack will ever penetrate until the aura is entirely drained.

The Black Mountain's Burden: having arrived at the Black Mountain for his first time, Gigue has yet to accomodate himself to its foreign energies, and as result, the Aura of Hyperarmor is malfunctioning, appearing as a solid, inflexible carpace which renders him immobile while it is active.

Equipment

Body Armor: as a more permanent alternative to his Hyperamor, Gigue wears silk and leather armor, covering all of his body, save for the head, hands and the feet. The silk is tightly woven into a thick jumpsuit, almost impenetrable to light arms fire: it can stop a lead .45 revolver shot at 5 yards, the bullet leaving only a light bruise on his body. The leather armor is worn on top, providing protection from melee weapons; though, unlike the silk jumpsuit, it consists of many stiff pads stitched together, and since it is so inflexible, it isn't used to cover the crook of his elbows or knees. Both are painted a metallic sheen to absorb less light and keep their temperature comfortable to the wearer.

His shoes are also rather tough, but are made of thinner leather; their tips, however, are plated with metal, as well as the soles, making his kicks a notch more painful and damaging. Metal also sees use in his head protection - an oval steel mask, painted white, with just two holes for the eyes, covered with a thin, transparent film, and a filter over the mouth, consisting of wide metal grating, cloth, and activated charcoal.

Brass knuckles: a pair of steel knuckledusters, made a perfect fit for his large hands. Gigue hadn't been born clenching a sword - but his fists were always there when he needed them, and with things as they were, the man grew to be much more accustomed to good ol' pugilism, rather than weapons. His skill in hand-to-hand combat far surpasses that of his armed fighting, and so, simply having a harder fist became the
natural choice for him.

Throwing Knives & Ceramic Bombs: more akin to tools, rather than serious weapons, the knives and bombs let Gigue keep his opponents busy as he advances into punching range; or do the same, but instead, making sure his clients escape safely, while at it. Both are still vicious against unprotected flesh, easily piercing it and even shattering bone. The knives have sharpened blades, leaving stab wounds in their target, rather than just puncturing holes, and each weighing 1.5 pounds, they can stick handle deep into soft tissue. Overall, Gigue carries 6 of them.

The ceramic bombs consist of three layers: an explosive core; a layer of smoke-producing fuel; and a hard ceramic shell. Rather than exploding on impact, the bombs work in an old-fashioned way: by lighting a fuse, which burns for 5 seconds before reaching the core. Upon explosion, the ceramic shatters, creating a cloud of shrapnel, and the fuel follows, spreading in a wide radius and covering it with thick, mildly noxious smoke as it burns. Gigue carries 3 of them around and an additional 2 smokebombs with soft shells and weak explosive charges, allowing their use without risking harm to any bystanders or allies.

Miscellaneous Items: a small talisman, with a ruby in its center, enchanted to aid him the meding of his Ki; a gold plated lighter to light his cigars and fuses; cigars; whiskey in a metal flask; bandages and proper disinfectants; and lastly, a flask of oil, with a label painted on in order to not mistake it for whiskey.

tfw

you see an rp titled "Blood Flu" but think at first that it's "Blood-Fu", and it comes as a disappointment when you actually read the title right

Black Mountain Tournament [Scarifar Vs Vordak]

@Drifting Pollen

Just to make sure everyone's on the same page, are you fine with me equating this

covering it with thick, mildly noxious smoke

Vordak

to this?

irritated the eyes and throat as bad as if one put their face over a pile of smouldering grass and pine needles.

Vordak

Black Mountain Tournament [Scarifar Vs Vordak]

A quick survey of his surroundings told Gigue that the environment was quite in his favor. The arena was small enough to cross in just a couple of strides, with a rock wall cutting off escape on one side and a long drop off the cliff on the other; it would be easy to corner an opponent, and if he caught them in his grasp, the wrestler's might would be enough to launch them hurtling into oblivion in just a single move. Not much in terms of improvised weaponry though - the two boulders in the center would be far too heavy to lift, judging by the size. A negligible inconvenience, frankly.

He had already took his lighter out to get some flame for a smoke, when finally, his would be adversary arrived. Gigue put the cigar away, with a slight sigh, and threw a lazy gaze over the man's attire, noting the light clothing - good for grappling; a shrapnel bomb would shred through it as well. Then his eyes shifted to the staff: a formidable weapon in the right hands, swift and with a long reach. Certainly something to stay wary of.

The man had kept him waiting, and some of the excitement had died down, leaving Gigue in slightly more calculative mood - thus, instead of rushing in headfirst, relying solely on combat acumen and raw instinct, he decided to play around with Shen and give the wit some exercise. The lighter still in hand, he took out a smokebomb - soft shelled, so that when his opponent saw it explode, he'd be left with the false notion of the bombs bearing no lethal force. The fuse crackled as he brought it over the fire, and without a single word, started off the fight, aiming his throw right beneath Shen's feet, where the bomb would explode just a couple seconds later, spreading around burning smoke pellets and cloaking a good quarter of the arena in a dark, caustic billow. It brought not just impaired vision, but also irritated the eyes and throat as bad as if one put their face over a pile of smouldering grass and pine needles.

As soon as it went off, Gigue would bring out another one - but this time, with a ceramic jacket - and patiently observe, leaving his next move to be determined by the unfolding of events.

The Black Mountain (open tournament)

@Drifting Pollen

Nay worries boss. I've got it finally underway and will be keeping up a steady schedule.

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Steady as a metronome, the beat of metal clanking against stone echoed down the pathway, Gigue scaling the mountain in large, sweeping strides. Muscles rolled tightly under the fabric of his suit, body moving like clockwork, yet with none of a machine's stiffness, a myriad of twitches, tensing fibers weaving together to form the fabric of a predatory flow, running down from head to spine to feet. A snow leopard on the prowl in the frigid realm of ice and jagged cliffs, he'd make this place his hunting grounds, calloused hands with beaten knuckles clenching onto brass and eyes set on the road leading to the battlegrounds, averted from the wintry beauty laid beside. Unlike many others, who came here for the prize, he was in the tournament only for the competition, the very mind that took it as a sworn duty to protect the defenseless also housing an unexpected appreciation for bloodsports.

Challenge and hardships had always been part of his life, and Gigue was never afraid to roll his sleeves up and take his problems head on; no matter whether it required a sharp wit, perseverance or reckless bravery - the latter one day earning him his first scars. Since then, his relationship with the art of violence grew, as it tangled over his soul like an ivy, flourished - and blossomed, yielding generous harvests of its perilous fruit. A burning passion for the primordial clash of wills paved his career in professional boxing and wrestling, some his most prized memories being that of fights in the ring, and it was there that the ruffian streetfighter honed his skill to become a true warrior. However, he abruptly retired to become bodyguard, returning to his vigilante roots just a few fights short of the title of world champion: long ago, when he was still a youth, his father, a merchant, was a victim to racket, and standing up to protect his family was what had pushed him to it in first place, so while mastering combat, Gigue vowed that his skill would be used for the same cause once again. At that time, it meant all to him - but now, with many years passing in arduous, routine work, blood boiled in the veins, a long forgotten yearning for adventure, thrill and glory awakening from slumber.

The Black Mountain gave opportunity to experience two great pleasures: that of a worthy challenge, and that of a victory. Gigue Lagace was here to savor both.

A sharp turn around the corner led towards an opening, through which he could see a flat, rounded cliff, which he reckoned would be an arena. One might hesitate at this point: draw their weapons, check their equipment, or try to quell their sudden rush of fear, but Gigue stepped right in - he had his brass knuckles already on, why bother with anything else? With a thunderous boom, the pathway closed, the mountains rocks shifting on their own to block his exit. The man smirked - as if that was necessary. Blood would be spilled, the spirits of the mountain needn't doubt that.

Black Mountain Tournament [Scarifar Vs Vordak]

So.... how's that post coming along? Need me to make the first one after all?

@Scarifar

Got half it halfway done. GTG to school right now, so if you feel like typing one up in that span of time, feel free to do so. I'll be posting right after.

Coincidences and whatnot

Black Mountain Tournament [Scarifar Vs Vordak]

Arena 1: Windswept cliffs


Falling off the cliff kills you, obviously. The small rocks near the center of the area are about five feet high at their highest point, and are wide enough to reasonably be used as cover. Fighters start on the marked red circles. The ground is rocky and uneven, but level overall. Weather conditions will be normal for the first 10 posts of the fight, after which strong winds will begin blowing harshly across the arena, starting from left to right and switching direction every other turn.