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Title: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Shifting Sands on June 06, 2012, 07:28:22 PM: SETTING THIS UP NOW BECAUSE I LAZY BUT WANT THIS TO START SO CONFLICTING VALUES SUCK THE END.

One moment, you were... there, just minding your own business, doing whatever you were doing, but then, you weren't. You blinked, felt some sort of tingling in your blood, and then you were in the middle of a bloodstained area, featuring no one in the wellkept stands. However, before you were a number of gargantuan figures who didn't seem to quite show any... color. Literally. Some looked like they had horns, tails, or other crazy bits to their body. Even though you might share some of those same bits, they just felt... wrong. One on the far right gave a devilish grin, handed you a flyer, and then once again, you were somewhere different; somewhere with other people your (relative) size, with color, and with the same flyer as you. You glance down at it and read. Come to think of it, the words are... really strange, but you somehow still understand them.

"Greetings, players!

You're now participating in the fight of the ages - the Arena of the Old Gods. Yes, yes, it's a typical name, but we are old, and we're Gods, what else do you expect? Now, each of you are to pick your players and pick them carefully; everything you do is going to be measured against you and lead up to 'the end' of the fighting; well, not really the end for you, but you do get one item of infinite power and wealth. One wish, redeemable to wish on anything.

As for your player, there are some rules. To begin with, you are expected to do whatever you want! Creativity is looked upon favorably by us Gods. HOWEVER, do not make a kill switch, a weapon of our caliber, an "I win" button, etc. You will face harsh punishment, the least painful of which being death.

Remember, we ARE the Gods. We see all and we know all. Don't hide something like this! Especially not against us.

Your first fight is within hours. It will be against someone... less fortunate than you, someone with less control.

Lastly, your room is a cage located in the back of the area you are now in. It even has your name on it.

Love, the Gods (namely Kain)"

What you do for fun or for survival is now in your hands.

AHEM, now that that is done, I can talk about plans and stuff! Again, it's a big arena obviously, and to begin with, you won't fight other players. It's some NPC I come up with I guess, and maybe only some people will have the first fight (because it's more interesting to get everyone involved instead of 1-1 battles). OTHER THAN THAT, magic is about as common as how large the diversity of the characters is - AKA a whole dang lot. Make things up, whatever you want to begin with! You can be from any time with any power so long as you keep IT IN CHECK PLEASE THANK YOU.

Following the beginning fight, everyone will begin fighting each other. PvP, whatever you wanna call it. How this ends for each person will be up to them; you can coordinate as little or as much as you like, I don't care! If it does happen, however, please mention this! It doesn't need to be readily obvious to other people, but to the Gods it must be! BECAUSE THEY MUST SEE IT.

Once all the fighting between each other has finished, the winners will team up and begin fighting some crazy, lower-ranking deities. You might have collected powers along the way for winning, and you can use these to your advantage and whatnot.

The losers who participate can choose to either leave in spectacular fashion, perish, or fight for their lives with the winning team as well, but they come in with penalties enacted upon them. They might end up as more of a liability than teammate. So, there you go! Fun!

And if anyone asks, the Gods love entertainment and watching mortal lives pass before their eyes! It's practically like a sped-up version of life to them - people fight for meaningless causes and then die for said causes. They even openly talk about how cruel it is, but they don't care! They're the Gods!

EDIT:
Also, Kenku has applied his services to the arena! Each player can find one strange, green paper slip with a picture of his face on it, redeemable for one customizable potion - limited as he pleases.

You have 3 days! Monday, this will begin and anyone who has not submitted is not in!
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: PrincessToyTime on June 06, 2012, 07:29:59 PM: I like this idea, I would certainly join! I have no immediate ideas, but I will pool together whatever I can think of. [:)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Donnie on June 06, 2012, 07:49:13 PM: Maybe we can make an RP that's like LoL in text format and use dice and stuff? [;)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 06, 2012, 07:52:29 PM: Mark me as interested.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Selden on June 06, 2012, 07:55:37 PM: I'll be happy to play along, always assuming you don't mind a working stiff taking his time replying to everything. |;)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Geary on June 06, 2012, 07:57:42 PM: I'd suggest DnD 3.5e or 4e if you want something fantasy, and possibly Dark Heresy if enough people are interested enough to learn the system for a Warhammer 40k centered RPG.

That being said, I myself lost interest is RPs, since they always become too disorganized and combat is annoying at best.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 06, 2012, 08:40:42 PM: Well I may as well throw out an idea. Why not start as a gaurd group for a town? Possibly being sent out on small missions to investigate reports of trouble or help townspeople in need?
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Geary on June 06, 2012, 08:56:58 PM: Would actually be interesting to run a campaign with class restrictions to what you'd find in a town guard. (Clerics, Fighters, Rangers, Rogues, and other non-quadratic classes.)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: PrincessHotcakes on June 06, 2012, 08:57:50 PM: My suggestion, obviously, would involve TF. Perhaps a plague that turns everyone but the players into anthros, everyone else into monsters... But that might be a bit overwhelming.
TF'd, but waking up with no memories of what happened in a military facility under lockdown, with... something loose in it, be it lab experiments or robot drones?
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Draykin on June 06, 2012, 09:05:44 PM: Poke me about this later, Medik. I will plot on this.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Dragyn on June 07, 2012, 04:13:52 AM: Mark me as an interested player, though I'm not gonna' commit to anything (as usual).
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Zavier on June 07, 2012, 05:48:35 AM: Quote from: Radioactive_Toast on June 06, 2012, 08:57:50 PM
TF'd, but waking up with no memories of what happened in a military facility under lockdown, with... something loose in it, be it lab experiments or robot drones?

I second this idea. Honestly, I've seen (not participated in) role-plays based around the player characters being transformed and finding themselves in some strange place, and they've all gone really well. Less combat and more role-playing, usually, too.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Geary on June 07, 2012, 07:02:43 AM: Quote from: Radioactive_Toast on June 06, 2012, 08:57:50 PM
My suggestion, obviously, would involve TF. Perhaps a plague that turns everyone but the players into anthros, everyone else into monsters... But that might be a bit overwhelming.
TF'd, but waking up with no memories of what happened in a military facility under lockdown, with... something loose in it, be it lab experiments or robot drones?

http://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/index.php?topic=346.0
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Dragyn on June 07, 2012, 12:28:16 PM: I remember that one. Was fun, at first...
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Shifting Sands on June 07, 2012, 12:32:50 PM: Okay, so, I think the best idea would be to have a theme and whole fighting attraction/whatever that would involve a balanced number of people participating, so... ideally, I guess, we need to see who wants to do what, and pick the best option?

So just try and leave some sort of notice of what you would like the best/what would bring you in, why, all that fun stuff!
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Trubbol on June 07, 2012, 12:34:10 PM: Joining.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Nika on June 07, 2012, 12:34:17 PM: *earperks*
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: foxgamer01 on June 07, 2012, 01:15:00 PM: I'm interested. {:)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Zavier on June 07, 2012, 01:31:44 PM: /me is currently debating with himself on whether or not he wants to join. He'll probably have a definitive answer when more things about the RP are set in stone.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Geary on June 07, 2012, 04:40:28 PM: DnD 3.5e/4e or GURPS, preferably.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Donnie on June 07, 2012, 04:40:35 PM: /me hopes his selection of characters is permitted.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Draykin on June 07, 2012, 04:42:47 PM: I will decide on joining after a few more details are given. Though It's very likely I will join.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 07, 2012, 05:28:54 PM: Really Im fine with any setting as long as there is some structure behind it in case conflict occurs (be it D20, C&S, GURPS, L5R D10 or otherwise.) Some level of transformation magic or ability would be cool as well, even if its as simple as were-forms or simple shapeshifting.

Ideas for themes:
1.Duties of a town gaurd.
2."Changed" people trying to return the normal, and getting changed some more.
3.Outcasts trying to survive in a world that does not see eye to eye with them.
4.Monster Hunt
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Digital Vulpine on June 07, 2012, 06:34:35 PM: I'll probably take a shot at this, schedule permitting. I just finished watching Hellsing, so I'm probably going to roll up a BATTLE PRIEST of some sort.

I'm torn between that and a shapeshifting fox mage who spends most of his time in feral form.
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 07, 2012, 08:35:23 PM: Off the main hall there forms a room with large steel doors. Within these doors among one wall and on some desks there stands several small machines mixing and bubbiling, pressing and churning. Along another wall lay several bags, each with labels like "Mammal", "Bird" and "Hybrid".

Sitting among the many machines is a tall grey fox who watches the machines and distributes materials. "Why hello there" he says to anyone who opens the door. "My name is Kenku, and how may I help you?"

(Kenku's shop is opened to the interested.)
Title: Re: Ideas?
Post by: Virmir on June 07, 2012, 08:35:55 PM: Intrigued by newly updated description and rules. I supooooose I could try this one. [;)

PROVIDED ample time is given to submit entries. [;)
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Draykin on June 07, 2012, 09:14:18 PM: I'm in.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Draykin on June 07, 2012, 10:47:38 PM: (Alright. I guess I'm first up to present an OC.)

Name: Ezgo
Gender: Male
Species: Grey Fox (Anthro Variant)
Height: 5'9" / 1.75 Metres
Weight: 1.5 tons.

   The fox looked across the rickety, semi-rotten-wood table, upon which flickered the flame of a single wax candle. Its light was really only enough to illuminate the fox, and his metallic parts. His right eye had been replaced with a bright red lens that stuck about about an inch off his face, with a few knobs on it for view adjustment. Upon his wrists were two gauntlets, the right of the pair actually having a clicking, mechanical hand and matching arm. On the outer sides of each gauntlet was a blade, with two extendable, smaller blades, which at the base had a hinge and tubing, allowing large quantities of steam to be blow out of it, like a scalding flamethrower minus the fire. Across his chest was a large metal plate, with an open shirt covering the sides, but leaving the metal chest exposed. It was a needed opening, as various gauges and valves were placed there, along with many complicated tubes that led to every place that seemed to need energy. Two fully artificial arms loomed over his back, an exact copy of his normal pair, with one over each shoulder. They were jointed, so they could bend like normal arms, but also able to swerve under his arms if need be. They also had heavy plating that could be used as shielding, and openings on the palms, where small blasting chargers were constantly loaded by an internal reloading mechanism. He also wore a large black duster, which went down to his ankles, and had a large steam pump on his back, reinforced of course.

   Speaking of his legs, the left one had a metallic frame around it, with hinges and joints placed at intervals to allow the leg normal movement. This was necessary, due to his right being entirely made of metal, looking much like a leg of plate armor, only welding and hinged, with a bit of tubing to provide fuel for it. He wore there, a pair of green work pants, and a thick leather boot on his left footpaw, although it looked to have some sort of device on its sole. At his waist was a toolbelt, from which hug a small pouch, which he would keep tools in, a holster for a blackpowder six-shot revolver, and various attachments for his secondary arms, as well as a machete, which he referred to as his 'surgical knife'. (And a spare hand for his primary right arm.) His tail twitched.

   He put his fingers together, an odd contrast of the dull leather of the glove on his left hand to the almost copper color of the metal of his right. "So, you wish to know of me? What is there to know? How I function? Ha!" He threw his hands into the air. "It is simple! You see, through years of fighting and experimenting, the latter having been the reason for all of these glorious steel on me, I have acquired quite the taste for.... bettering... myself. At first, I didn't know if it was a safe procedure, so I experimented on a few people who would pass me by on the streets, raising her hands at me in some odd gesture that means who knows what! How dare they! They might be insulting me! So they were perfect subjects as I went through the testing. Did you know that you shouldn't mix skin with steam? My second subject found that out the hard way! Ha! But then... everyone fell asleep for some reason.. And people started to hate me... So I experimented on those who came to hate me, too! And I learned such fascinating things! Like that a blade made of exactly 56.3% pure silver, 24% iron, and 19.7% bone is the best for cutting through heavy armors? So intriguing! But enough about me, what about you?" He pointed a finger at his partner in conversation.

   The wall remained silent.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Geary on June 07, 2012, 11:42:56 PM: (Character sheet in the attachment, might do an introduction later if I'm not feeling lazy.)
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Dragyn on June 08, 2012, 12:45:44 AM: Count me out on this one. I'll just observe.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Donnie on June 08, 2012, 12:08:53 PM: I may be updating this as I go on. Busy and I come up with new ideas

Name: Mega-O6 Type 66 [nick: Omega, Daddy, Pops]
Gender: Unknown [male implied]
Species: Formerly Larepin
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 1,100lbs

It wakes with a loud, throat curling growl... or was it a scream? In terror? It focuses on what it can feel at first due to its vision being blurry. It goes through what any sapient creature would call 'normal' in trying to ascertain the condition of it's body. It paused for a moment, realizing it could not feel its arms, legs, or even most of its body, but it can still move. It felt tremendous pressure on its chest, cold metallic.... but the heart was not right. It felt like every beat rubbed metal on metal. In partial shock, it attempted to turn itself on the floor before realizing it isn't exposed to the elements, rather it is inside a suit. The heavy breathing fogging up the front glass plate of what it can see.

It was a suit of some kind. Heavy, extremely heavy, and damp on the external. Vision is difficult, only one glass viewport up front. It looks to its right and on its arm is a massive multibarreled weapon. Not drafted to the arm as it can feel its fingers underneath, gripping some kind of mechanism to hold the weapon. A similar feel in its massive left hand, a knife? Or rather a massive two feet long bayonet, a bayonet still attacked to a large caliber barrel apparently torn off from whatever it came from. Thinking about what it is, it suddenly notices the muzzle under its eyes. A sort of dark cream colored fur, with a spat of brown on the sides. It couldn't tell as the glass in the suit wasn't reflective.

It stands slowly, shakily as it cannot feel its limbs, rather the limbs of the suit seem to move with it. Surrounding the heavily armored form was a pattering of mechanical pieces and bodies.

"Oh! One DID wake up! Joyous!"

It looks up at the sound, muffled by the heavy armor but no less audible. It was some kind of gray colored vulpine drafted with mechanical parts on its body.

"You never cease to impress me, Mega-O6! And your hearing works too! Splendid! Now I won't have to go lop off someone's ears to fix yours! ...wait, where's the fun in that? Where is my hatchet?"

It was Ezgo

Mega-O6...?, it thought to itself, looking at Ezgo with curiosity...... but inside a burning rage burns. It doesn't understand why. It emits a low pitch, deep throaty growl, slowly leaning forward in aggression.

"And your vocal and auditory systems! Glorious! Now don't growl at me again, or I'll do the same to you that I had to do to Mega-O5! I bet you're wondering why you're called Mega-O6! Well, I need creativity! So I took the 'O' in 'Omega', cleaved it off, and stuck it on the back with a few stitches, just like your kidney! Not that you really need it anymore anyways, Omega 6."

It stands straighter, appearing to tilt it's head, O....5....My... kidney...?. It growls again, leaning forward, raising the knife and slowly walking forward. Inside its mind it realizes something is deeply amiss. It cannot remember, but it knows.

"That's what Omega 4 did! He growled and walked! I was so proud! Like a father who just saw his son light his first house on fire! Although he didn't raise his blade to his father. Oh oh! Speaking of weapons! See that big gun on your arm? Well, you SHOULD know it. As long as O3's brain joined yours correctly."

Monster.... Omega thought, despite his shattered memory it was the best word he could imagine. He looked up at Ezgo, feeling anger in his rigged heart... then suddenly he hears a sorrowful, youthful whine behind him. He spins quickly on his feet with disturbing speed, as if recognizing the noise. He sees an incomplete suit of armor, much like the one he wears but much smaller. It lets out cries of pain that tears into the gut of Omega.

"Silence, O7! I want to hear more of your father's voice! Speak more Omega! I want to hear you roar!" he laughs maniacally.

Omega's eyes go wide inside the helmet, stricken by fear and sorrow, D...daughter!?. Omega spins rapidly again to face Ezgo, glowing red eyes visible behind his faceplace and gattling gun raised. He fires a fiery torrent of large caliber rounds at Ezgo, tearing the balcony of which he stood upon to pieces.

With a loud yell, Ezgo emerges from the debris, "Oh! So you want to harm ME?!"
Omega screamed as loud as his lungs could muster, echoing in his armor and charges at Ezgo.
"Fine! I'll do what daddy always did! Take off his belt and whoop your-"

In a flash of light, the two beings were taken to the Arena...

Attributes
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[Passive]
Lumbering Giant: Omega has tremendous damage mitigation and almost infinite pain threshold. Can never flinch in pain or recoil.
Unstoppable Force: Obstacles or cover any less that pure metal are trampled by its movement.

[Physical]
Very Heavy Armor
Poor acceleration
Can not sprint

[Weapons]
Left Arm: Tainted Bayonet - A grisly, long combat knife that once saw battle. It is unknown where it came from or what weapon it was once attached to. All that matters is that it is large, heavy, sharp, and likely infected with germs.
Piercing/Cutting/Shear Damage + Bacterial Infection DOT
Debuff: Heavy - Tainted Bayonet can only swing once in a single action.

Right Arm: Steam Driven .32 caliber Gattling Gun - A massive menace of wicked technology slapped together by nothing less than a mad scientist. An ammo hungry, heavy, and extremely large weapon, it makes up for the difficulty in aiming and movement for the sake of sheer firepower.
Piercing Damage + Melee Crushing Damage
Debuff: Extremely Heavy - Weapon has poor tracking. Melee swing is slow and easy to dodge, but hurts.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Digital Vulpine on June 08, 2012, 12:48:23 PM: Name: Irae Iscariot
Gender: Male
Species: Red Fox anthro
Age: 37
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 152 lb
Class: Battle Priest
Weapon of choice: Blessed cruciform daggers with narrow, 18” long blades. Lots of them.

Appearance: Irae wears black priestly vestments consisting of slacks, dress shoes, a shirt with a cleric's collar, and a cassock. The cassock is unbuttoned, and a silver cross on a steel chain is worn over the shirt. He wears white gloves, each with a black cross stitched onto the back of the hand, and a pair of small round glasses over steely gray eyes. The gloves and clothes seem to be blessed to protect him from his own blades (otherwise I see nothing stopping him from turning himself into a pincushion). How he manages to carry many times his own mass and volume in daggers is a mystery, it's entirely likely that he summons them somehow.

Edit: now with picture, but no glasses because I apparently can't draw them: http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk258/Cyberfoxfinal/GIMP%202/Iscariot.png

Abilities: Besides his aforementioned ability to summon pointy objects, Irae is able to throw his daggers with abnormal precision even when holding multiple daggers in each hand. He also has a large book with a silver cross on the cover that can apparently generate an endless supply of papers inscribed with prayers and incantations. These can be pinned to walls, ceilings, or the ground to make seals or holy zones that improve his agility, his strength, or allow him to heal most non-lethal wounds. He tends to enter or exit the arena by appearing/disappearing in a flurry of papers, but due to requiring a long incantation he is not capable of utilizing it in combat (translation: I wanted that last one to be purely cinematic with no practical use).
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Irae Iscariot closes his holy book and lifts his eyes unto the heavens. This blood-stained wasteland, this... "arena", surely it rests within the pits of Hell. These demons claim they have brought him here by their power, but as surely as the Lord lives no power acts but as he allows it. Surely his presence here is a sign of the Lord's divine will. Yes, it must be so. He is an instrument of judgement, the messenger of the Lord's divine wrath sent to mete out holy retribution upon these demons for their misdeeds, with a divine mandate to strike down any unbeliever who stands in his way.

"Tremble ye demons, flee ye monsters, repent ye sinners, for the Kingdom of Heaven is nigh! These demons would have me fight for their amusement? Ask and ye shall receive, abundantly and overflowing with the Lord's bounty. AMEN!”
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: DeaThspagetti on June 08, 2012, 05:26:12 PM: Name: Uvall
Race: Half-Demon
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 146 lbs
Age:7,987,639 years old (27 years as a human)
Class: Interdimensional Swordsman
Weapon: Katana (Yamato)

Background: Uvall is a Duke that commanded 36 legions of darkness. He had an abbility to see in the present, past, and future. This ability was lost after he was betrayed by many lower demons whom were power hungry and driven by greed. His only demonic powers that he retained were his interdimentional abilities. His wish is to change back to a full demon.

Appearance: Uvall has a human body and form and everything looks normal except for his pure white hair. on his left hand is his katana Yamato's sheath. and he normally holds Yamato in his right hand. He has a overcoat, shirt, and a pair of pants which are all black. His eyes are pure blue when he is angry which is very rare. He has pale white skin. His katana Yamato is very sinister looking. the hilt of the blade is black and red with a demonic appeal to it. the blade itself is black unlike normal blades. This blade shines brightly in the darkness illuminating most objects. The sheath will block the light and if needed the light can be suppressed. The sheath is stronger than the katana itself. It absorbs the kinetic energy the blade releases. If enough pressure is exerted on the sheath it will release the energy store into a flaming spiral of dark energy.

Abilities:
Distort: Uvall exerts pressure on on the space-time continuum distorting time or space if done for too long he will lose himself in the eternal void. This ability is limited to being able to delay things by mere seconds or by speeding up time slightly. It cant control much, only things in a small area.

Sheath Slash: Uvall slashes with extreme precision and speed and retracts his blade storing the kinetic energy in his sheath. This is all done in under a second.

Dimensional Portal: Uvall creates a portal withen 24 ft. However the portals cant transport any being that doesn't wish to be transported. If to many portals are created at once his head will explode from pure pressure. The portals are about 1' in diameter all around. and cant transfer any nonliving material through it. That being said he can trip, punch, or anything really as long as his clothes, sword, and any non-organic
stay behind.

Unleash the Fury: Uvall releases the stored energy in his sheath creating a flaming veil of dark energy that surrounds him. This ability slowly eats away at his own flesh but is very powerful. It will eat away at everything. Uvall is vulnerable to all attacks while this ability is active.

Blue Rage: If Uvall is angry his eyes will glow pure blue and his strength will increase greatly. But while in this form he becomes very dumb and cant use his abilities other than basic attacks.

Defense: Uvall has little to no armor, however he is quick and agile, and his sheath can repell some physical attacks (blocking and stuff)

Weaknesses: Himself and to holy powers.
Resistant: magical attacks

Just waiting to be nerfed :P
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Trubbol on June 08, 2012, 07:24:06 PM: Joining with http://fav.me/d49e257
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Selden on June 09, 2012, 09:54:44 AM: *bets heavily on Trubbol to win*
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 09, 2012, 07:15:13 PM: Kenku smiles as he sells his first potion to a contestant. Thoes nearby would have seen it is a bright red in color. He waves to the contestant as he leaves "Have a nice day!"
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Virmir on June 09, 2012, 10:47:24 PM: (http://i.virmir.com/misc/arena/gods_arena1.png)

Name: Kendo Virmir (Metamor Keep Universe)
Race: Gray Fox (anthro)
Age: 24
Height: 3'6"
Class: Fire Mage

Virmir finished his saga and wants only to retire in peace. However, what he can only describe as a giddy, creepy, unclothed doppelganger of himself keeps pulling him from his universe and inserting him into weird escapades which he only vaguely remembers as dreams upon his return, but he remembers all of them while he is away.

This is really starting to tick him off.

Abilities

- Fireball
Virmir throws a fireball.

- Bigger Fireball
Virmir throws a bigger fireball.

- Really Big Fireball
Virmir throws a really big fireball. This is generally accompanied by some sort of face contortion.

- Vaguely-Shaped Fire Projectile
Virmir sometimes throws fire which is, in fact, not shaped like a ball.

- Catch On Fire
This doesn't really do anything but make Virmir look cool. Also, it makes it probably not a good idea to punch him in the face or ask him to rake dried leaves.

- Magic Fire Limbs
Actually, Virmir can pump magic through his limbs to make up for lack of natural physical strength and do things like fire-punch people through walls.

- Feral Form
Virmir can shift back and forth into a feral fox. This has the effect of making him even more adorable. This has the downside of making him lose his clothing. Although he is a G-rated toon, he hails from a setting in which clothing is required. Hence, awkwardness ensues.

- Levitation
Virmir can levitate small, light objects within a radius of seven feet or so to his hand. I really can't think of a witty way to describe this ability. Sorry.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Zavier on June 10, 2012, 01:51:58 PM: Name: Javed
Gender: Male
Age: 16 (in human years)
Species: Komodo dragon (anthro)
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Well-built, with scales ranging from biege to a dark-brown color. Clothing consisting of a chainmail tunic and cloth pants.
Weaponry: A bag of javelins strung across his back.

A young komodo dragon, training to be a warrior, who was pulled into this tournament by gods he never even knew of. The closest the entire tournament has to an average warrior.

(Yay, I'm submitting a normal-ish person into a tournament alongside a robot, a crazy inventor, a half-demon, a battle priest, and a fire-loving athiest. Either I'm going to be a punching bag, or manage to somehow still be as awesome as everyone else.)
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: Trubbol on June 10, 2012, 04:03:26 PM: I'm going to be the punching bag with my happy-go-lucky omniphobiac.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: William Swiftfoot on June 10, 2012, 08:24:47 PM: A few hours later, Kenku smiles agian as he gives a customer a teal colored potion. "Have a nice day!" he says as the person leaves.
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: PrincessHotcakes on June 10, 2012, 11:52:38 PM: Thliak paced, nervous. All his plans, all his centuries of service to the gods, gone! He could lose it all! Oooh how did he get himself into these fixes! He just wanted what everyone wanted in life: high position, good food, good companionship, seductive ladies, mysterious late-night trips, casino binges, flirting with wealthy ladies, touring famous sights, practicing pick up lines, practicing skiing, hanging out in gentlemen’s clubs. But somehow without fail he ALWAYS found the wrong sorts of women, and after the last incident, he woke up discovering his latest romantic encounter from the previous night had possessed a magic bag of holding… and had proceeded to abscond with literally every movable object in his home; including all his files he kept as part of his job on overseeing mortals!

Meaning all the letters from Kain that he was supposed to deliver to various mortals to invite them to this blasted tournament were never going to be delivered because he had no idea who the names were or what universes they even lived in!

He was going to get it now; he was supposed to deliver contestants! No deliveries=very bad straits! Very bad, very bad! He had to come up with a way out, some excuse!... but it was sooo much work, so much busy bodying, he just wanted to sit back and relax, pick up exotic minor goddesses… Man if he could just get some gullible fool to pluck off the street…

Thliak paced and walked till he came to Liberty Taxes, one of those wonderful little companies that did your ridiculous, thousand page taxes if you were American. To advertise for tax day, every year they had some poor sop stand out front dressed as the Statue of Liberty, waving over and over again to all the cars as they drove past. All day long…

…Someone desperate enough to take that kind of job would be desperate enough for anything!
“You there, young statue-costumer, what is your name?”

“Erm,” the man hesitated, looking over the strange horned creature in a toga standing before him. “Erwin?”…

“Erwin! What if I told you I could get you a job that paid… 4 times this, right now?” He was reaching for a figure here; in reality the riches could be far greater theoretically, but the fool wouldn’t likely believe completely outlandish claims.

There wasn’t much hesitation on the waver’s face. “Er… 4 times? Are you serious?”

“If I didn’t have the guts to walk around in public dressed like this, would I be joking?”

Ok, it wasn’t an actual argument, but Thliak pressed it home with his tone just like it was one. The young man was considering… “Um… sure I guess, I’ll take anything over this.”

Wrapping his arms around Erwin, Thliak grinned. “Excellent!” Now he just had to… maybe augment this boy a bit! He knew a few people, could call in some favors, maybe get a few enchantments. Who knew, maybe with enough slapped on magic, human sacrifice and voodoo he might have a contestant who could stand into a fight for a least half a minute before it was all over! The cosmic lackey might keep his job yet!

Name: Erwin Brown
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 5' 10"
Apperance: Slim and weedy, with a noticeable case of late acne and extremely oily hair.
Weaponry and Powers: Thliak will get back to you on that
Title: Re: TO THE ARENA
Post by: foxgamer01 on June 10, 2012, 11:57:49 PM: Name: Daren Crevan
Age: 120
Height: 6'1"
Rank: Knight
Species: Anthro fox/kitsune and Athrú
Weapons:
Géar and Kakaru, katanas made by Ken Kurieitā
Géar: The sword, infused by magic, has the capability to cut even words as they are even being spoken. It's light on Daren's hand due to his great magic capabilities and, if wielded by anyone with little to no magic in them, the sword will be extremely heavy and the edge dull.
Kakaru: The sword, like Géar, is infused by magic, but, unlike Géar that can cut through virtually anything if the user's magic is powerful enough, Kakaru can block projectiles by generating a shield if swung and, like Géar, will feel heavy and dull to anyone with little to no magic in them.

Spiorad, a longsword. Daren's strongest weapon. Because it's a piece of Daren's life essence, it can use Daren's elements attacks(Fire) with great ease and it can manifest as fire in the form of a two tailed kitsune. Though it may looks like a great weakness, it's unbreakable if Daren's still fighting.
Magic: Fire. Illusions.

He's usually cheerful and have boundless enthusiasm and curiosity but always felt a need to help people, even if they don't want it or deserved it. He's also a bit cheeky which would often gets him into trouble. But when his friends are threatened, he would show nothing but coldness and anger until the threat is gone. There's also a shadow over him and can become ruthless if his patience reaches his limits. This is due to the many events and battles in his life. He also have a habit to rub his left forearm with his right hand when he's around wolves and look away from them.