January 2007 TOA Character Applications

[Psiko]

Gah, I hate making these. I love creating characters, hate making the bios. But I'm sure you'll find this to be quite the interesting duo!

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Era: The Dark Age

Name: T'grrt
Age: Unknown
Planet of Origin: Lycos
Race: Were-Tiger
Height: 6'4 in human form; 9'7 (length) in tiger form

Appearance: Will complete when creating introduction post. Just know that he is big and strong and uses claws as his weapon of choice when in human mode. If you need to know his weaponry in tiger form, you should be shot.

Background: On the planet Lycos, the Were-species is the dominant life form. They rule in kingdoms, with certain animal species co-existing in each one. Regular humans are viewed as weak slaves, and are often exterminated when they show any signs of power or resistance.

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Name: Number 336
Age: Twenty four
Planet of Origin: Lycos
Race: Human
Class: Necromancer

Appearance: Dressed in tattered clothing. Black eyes, black hair down to her lower back. Very unclean because she is treated as a slave.

Weapon: Her main power is that of necromancy, although she is still a novice to the craft. She's also developed a bit of handiness with small piercing weapons, although she would be dead if she were caught with one in her possession.

Background: She is T'grrt's personal slave. He does not treat her poorly, but rather with indifference. Because he fails to keep close watch of her, like some others do with their slaves, she's grown to be much more powerful than any human on Lycos in decades. Slaves are never given names, just a number. For writing purposes, I'll be referring to her as Ana, except when she is being spoken about.

[Nekoness]

Name: Philip Lufaro

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Mutant

Era: Earth, 2040

Appearance: Philip's face is a typical, manly shaped with large cheekbones and a smaller, perfectly featured chin. Thick brows and green, cat like, piercing eyes are standing out on his tan face. Dark, brown, silky hair starts from the middle of his forehead and slightly waves to sides. It reaches his eyes level and grows longer from there till his neck. Thin, pale pink lips almost never curling in more then an ironic smile. His skin is tan and smooth but not gentle to the touch.

Philip is an average built up male. He's not too tall or too masculine yet you can't call him short or chubby. Usually he wears buttoned shirts with jeans or other type of comfortable pants. The only jewel he ever wore is an old fashioned, golden ring with his name first letters engraved on it, a gift from his father.

Under the clothes Philip hides many scars that were received during his restless life, memories of his past battles, sigh to his surviving abilities. Some of the scars larger then the others, but all of then barely noticeable and pale. On his right shoulder a red demon is tattooed, watching the world crazily. Its tail is wrapped around Philip's arms as a snake.

Abilities: Philip possesses the mutant ability to cause metal to quickly rust, allowing him to corrode most metallic substances. All he need to do for it is to make the metal to contact his skin, it can be any part of his body. Philip can control how fast the metal, any metal will rust and turn into a dust. This ability saved his life many times, when he was assasinited by his rivals. Lately, Philip discovered that he can use his powers by only looking on the object and concentrating.

Surprisngly, Philip can reverse the process, actually creating metalic object from any metalic dust. He even able to choose the shape of the new made object, according to its mass and weight. With time the man learned to reshape the metal into any object that made only from metalic parts, including more then one sort of metal in the same object. He is able to create and to use perfectly most of the known(metalic) weapons known to humans). Of course it means that he can feel metal from distance, not matter if its dust, luqiud or solid.

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Name: Lorelei Travis

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Mutant

Era: Earth, 2040

Appearance: Lorelei is an ordinary looking woman, cute but can't be called very beautiful. She's not taller then any average woman. She has a muscular, yet feminine form, round and full enough to be womanly and slender enough to attract men.

She has a nice shaped round face and a sweet smile, which reveals her perfectly white teeth. Lorelei has thin, pink lips, which often curl in a charming mischievous grin. Her hair is red, glossy and silky. Despite of the common opinion that her hair is dyed, it's her natural color. She keeps it below her shoulders length and it's somehow stands out the crowd. Her eyes are shining brown mixed with cat green tone and surrounded by long eyelashes. Lorelei's skin is tanned and smooth as it receiving a good treatment from its owner.

Abilities: Lorelei possesses a long, thin yet strong hair, every strand of which has greater tensile strength, modulus of elasticity, and shear resistance than an iron wire of the same thickness. Also she has the psychokinetic ability to animate her hair. The woman can control the movement of her hair as if it were countless thin appendages growing from her head. A psionic field permeates her mutagenically altered hair cells, causing mutual attraction across the gaps between strands. These relatively small forces operate in conjunction to develop larger forces. Through concentration, she can psionically move her hair in any manner imaginable.

Her 'living hair' has many usages, starting from using it as a rope or a whip and ending with performing delicate manipulations with her hair such as lock picking or threading a needle. Needless to say that Lorelei's hair is able to lift up and even to carry objects are much heavier then any human could handle with.


Mutual Background:

2009, 12th January, Hidden, underground laboratory in Arizona deserts
Group of men in white, hermetically closed suits are leaning over small board with examples of unknown bacteria on it. Extremely carefully they exam it through microscope, exited by their success. Months of hard work and endless tests were not for nothing. Finally their goal was achieved. Eitnotroin, the new bacterial weapon was created, the most dangerous virus the humanity ever knew. One more test to prove their control on the "home made" purple, muddy looking piece and they'll be done. Suddenly red alert button splashes hysterically. Surprised, scientists look around, unsure what went wrong. They look nervous and scared, running to look for a safe place.

An enormous explosion rips the bunker into pieces, the desert's ground crumbles and cracks as it shook for 10 minutes or so. Light, purple mist rising from the wounded land and spreads all around, carried but the dry wind. As was been said later by the head of the secret investigation group, it wasn't found who or what made the whole building to explode, a terrorist act or just a disrepair of some kind. All the evidences were completely destroyed.

2009, 20th January, Arizona state
People gather on streets, confused expressions on their frowning faces. They point up at the suspicious, purple mist, which covers the sky. Wondering what that exactly means they discuss it between themselves, children playing near. Quite soon the crowd starts to scream, running for shelter when few of them fall down, twitching in great pain. Big blisters appear on their bodies, causing terrible death.

A few weeks later millions of citizens all over the world nimbly evacuated from their homes. The situation declared as very dangerous. The politics and the army trying to prevent panic, but fail. Leaders of all the countries meet in a secret conference, desperately trying to find solution. American government is blamed in creating the new virus but denies it. The purple mist keeps spreading, growing nonstop. The best scientists work together to find the vaccine. At the experts opinions the original virus went through some changes when it mixed with the air. None could give a reasonable answer about the virus mutating.

2011, 30th September
The wanted vaccine was invented and spread all over the infected areas by planes, bringing relieve to the terrified survivors. The deadly, mutated virus took with it third of earth's population, in a year. Whoever survived, were left to rebuild what was left from their world. The ruined economic and distrust in their leaders created many protests and complains from the public. They clearly accused the government in the current situation and cried for justice. Trying to save their reputation the politics displayed solicitude and generosity at the citizens material needs. New governments were chosen, to replace the inability of the old.

Just when they thought the nightmare is behind them, catastrophic consequences rushed to come. Survivors from the infected areas showed strange symptoms. Bodies of the majority changed, deformed, some exposed unusual powers and strange behavior. Hundreds of new born babies revealed the same symptoms and were left in the hospitals by the terrified parents. Horror and panic broke apart the fragile state of peace, chaos ruled the world. Hate and fear were directed towards the mutated part of the population. Their existence wasn't accepted by the society. Unable to accept the different, normal people objected that mutants will be part of their lives.

2015, 03th August
The famous butchery, terrorist acts fell on main capitals of the most important nations. Moscow, New-York, Jerusalem and many others lost about a half of their population. The world was choked, crying over the fallen victims. The press rushed to blame the mutants at the accurately formed attacks. Encouraged by the fanatics and the press the new government finally got a formal excuse to get rid of the mutants. Those who dared to say it looked more like an army operation and to show evidences, vanished into nowhere and never were seen again. The hunt began, no mercy for children and older. Mutants were hunted and slain freely to joy of fanatics. Soon the mutants gathered into groups and fought back, destroying everything on their way in rage. The war between the two species started.

Both of the personages are members in a mutant rebellious group called Brotherhood which opposes the human army. Their connection is deeper then mutual ideals. Lorelei and Philip are lovers at the moment. They are kind of elite, well trained assassins/spies who are often sent into enemy territory because of their rather human appearance.

[LocoColt04]

In light of the recent website downtime, I have decided to extend the tournament signups. I do NOT have a specific date and time set. So far, every single profile has looked amazing, and I have no problems with anything as it is right now.

We have 14 applicants. I do not want to turn six people away; therefore, I will wait until we have a full 16. Hopefully it only takes another day or two to get those last two people.

To pass the time, I would REALLY appreciate if some of you would utilize that environment thread. I know Anomaly has offered to help me fill the blanks, but I really do not want the two of us to have to create another 14 environments by ourselves. Back when we were discussing the setup for the tournament, so many of you really seemed to like the idea, but now no one is taking advantage of it. Please... please do.

[Mistress Sheena]

Eh, I'll go back on. Then you just need one. Whee.

[Grizzly]

Character Name: Seraith Conolith
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Dodekatheon
Race: Herakalites
Class: Battalion Commander

Appearance: Seraith is a well-tanned warrior that stands at an average height of 5’6. His orange hair reflects in the light like a flame and is lengthy, reaching near the rear end of his back. His eyes are of a golden color and illuminate like the sun. This makes it hard for most people not to stare at his fine genetic features. Especially his muscles that even though aren’t impressively large, they still look intimidating enough for being above average.

There is not a day that goes by where he also is wearing full armor and carries his weapon on a holster placed upon his back. From head to toe he is covered in the metal Herakalites call ‘Poseidium’, a red metal that is both strong and light and has a unique attribute that makes it versatile in many ways. The most common knowledge about its use is its ability to turn into a liquid metal and then solidify into any shape you want. Through scientific studies, it is also shown that this metal is partially alive and bonds with the person who is using it. Therefore the person names his or her weapon or armor and treats it with respect as if it were his or her own life. The other attribute that is known about Poseidium is the bonding with the person’s energy. It absorbs and disperses back and forth inside the body that can renew energy, use energy within itself, and even get rid of poisons.

Continuing the description of Seraith’s appearance he wears a hoplite helmet, Poseidium cuirass armor, an armor belt, and lastly Jarleton forearm armguards and shin greaves. The entire set of armor was made from the same piece of metal and is named “Awrath.” Other characteristics known about Seraith are the two scars under both of his eyes, slits almost.

Personality: Seraith is a very harsh individual. With a rough deep voice that strangely does not fit his appearance he startles people with the boom of its echo. Yet it’s not a barbaric voice, it has an intelligent sound to it that makes up for his rough attitude. And throughout his country he is known as both a warmonger and a philosopher, a contradiction that seems to work for him. One moment he is screaming out for battle and the next he helps a young person to cheer up. In some people’s eyes they call this leadership, but as a loyal man to his country he exists to serve his people. He’s proud, honorable, but smart. He loves strategy.

Biography: Seraith was born in a small village that was very well known to be used as shelter for warriors who were traveling in and out of the battlefield. It wasn’t until eventually the village became a battlefield itself from a neighboring kingdom that had settled into their town after a recent fight. This wounded and tired army had victoriously killed almost every single enemy of a foreign power they thought threatened their way of life. They did not however kill the scout that had stayed on the outskirts of the battle far from their swords and spears. When they had left the battle the scout used that chance to run back to the foreign camp where reinforcements were already waiting for the word.

That very night the foreign warriors used the darkness as their cover and sneaked their men into certain strategic points of the small village. It began when they threw torches upon every single house and awoke everyone. It didn’t take long before this battle became a massacre sparing no man or child, except two.

During one of the last houses in the village that had not been set on fire, a couple of foreign soldiers forced their way in and found a soldier, a woman, and two very young boys.

“Alright men, execute them.” The captain ordered.
“I will not let you take another step forward you bastards. Keep away from this family.” The injured soldier said, standing in front of the woman holding his sword with both hands as he shook.
“Don’t do this Manroth. Let them take my children and will run off together.” The soldier looked at the woman confused and disgusted as well, but he was a man of honor that would keep his word and protect those who were innocent. Seraith stood against the wall staring at his mother and then looked over at his older brother, Wraithius. Wraithius was sitting down watching this scene unfold and as his eyes met with Seraith’s he stood up next to him and nodded.

“That’s not unsuspecting in this kingdom to see a mother give up the lives of her children for her own life. Just the kind of cowards we gut everyday in our country. Let’s get this over—…“, the captain paused in the middle of his order as he saw the two boys walk out from behind as Seraith stood at the side of his mother and Wraithius stood next to the soldier. Something about them made the captain shiver and almost fearful. From behind a familiar voice to the captain made him glance back to see a large warrior dressed in red armor as he approached the entrance and walked inside.

“I’m curious as to why this home isn’t burning captain. What are you doing?” The man spoke with a deep voice and had piercing black eyes with slicked back black hair, his scarred up face sickening to look at.
“I’m taking care of what’s left of the resistance. We were about to execute them like the orders said when you came my lord.” The red armored man leaned over to see the enemy soldier and the woman, his eyes falling upon the two boys who stared at their would-be protectors.
“Interesting. Carry on.” He said.
The soldier looked back and forth, noticing the taller of the two children staring at him with an empty look.

“Get behind us. We don’t have time for games.” Wraithius just continued to stare at him, almost never blinking. On the other side Seraith lifted his left hand and pulled on his mother’s tunic, trying to get her attention.
“What is it you—!“, The mother gasped and almost screamed when she was pushed back into the injured soldier, he turning his head to see what was happening as the second he turned he felt agonizing pain in his neck, both screaming and spitting out blood painfully with another sharp pain piercing his ribs. The captain jumped back startled as the blood sprayed across the entire room and his men turned to shield their eyes. Yet the red armored soldier stood there in joy with the blood lightly dripping down his face. The two boys stood there with short swords in their hands, just light enough for them to have used as they looked down at their victims and then over at the lord.

“What beautiful colors. I never seen a child’s aura so deep and enriched with the colors of war.” He said smiling, lifting his left arm to point at Seraith. “You, what is your name?”
“Seraith.” He replied.
“And you?” He asked Wraithius.
“He doesn’t like to speak. His name is Wraithius.” Seraith stated, answering the soldier’s question.
“I see. How old are both of you?”
“I’m four and my brother is five.” Seraith said.
“And both of you are so young yet have such deep auras. That is a rare thing to see in one’s lifetime. You Seraith with an overwhelming aura of violet, red, and a hint of green. And you Wrathius with a massive aura of dark green, white, and some violet. I can’t begin to let you know how joyous I am.” Seraith and his brother just stared, finally turning towards the soldier and walking towards him. The captain quivering in such fear drew his sword and pointed it at the two brothers.

“Put down your weapons before stepping up to our greatest general!” He ordered tensing up even more. The general smiled and placed his hand on the captain’s shoulder.
“You don’t have to worry. They are no enemies of ours.”
“But the village aided them.” He argued.
“I doubt they had a choice about that captain. These villagers really have nothing to do with our war. Besides, they just did as you ordered and executed the real enemy.” The captain took a moment before accepting his lord’s words, standing up straight and sheathing his sword.
“I still don’t like them.”
“Why not? I bet they would make fine soldiers under my command.” The captain looked at him surprised. “I mean I don’t suspect a weak soldier like yourself to be able to see what I see, but if you look close enough you can feel the intensity they would bring against the rest of our enemies. With proper training they could help our cause and further expand our civilization.” The general walked up to the boys and observed each of them from head to toe, his idea ever growing in his mind. “From now one I declare you my sons. I will feed you, cloth you, train you, and everything you will need from this day forth.” He then pulled out his black great-sword and gently placed it on Seraith’s shoulder. “I, King Xeras Conolith, dub thee Seraith Conolith.” He lifted the sword and sat it on Wraithius’s shoulder next. “I, King Xeras Conolith, dub thee Wraithius Conolith. You are now sons of the Herakalite Empire.”

After adopting Seraith and his brother, Xeras brought the boys to the capital city of Taygetos and began their training in war. Here they were taught how to use weapons, armor and shields, and as well as their mind. It was ten years before they were brought into their first battle, bringing victory to their father and kingdom as they developed their personalities. Speeding up to present day life both brothers are now commanders of their own squadrons and have become what King Xeras wanted them to become, fearful warriors.

Items:

Weapon: Behemoth
On Seraith’s 16th birthday, King Xeras decided it was time for Seraith to have his own weapon. So Seraith choose the blacksmith of his choice to take on the task and instruct him in exactly how he wanted it. When it was finished Seraith was highly impressed. The blacksmith had created a beautiful and large greatsword that was entirely made of Poseidium. It measured at fifty-four inches in length, two-in-a-half inches thick, and about eight inches wide. And what really made it unique was the thick guard that had an upward curl on the tips and in its center gazed an embedded eye from a large wolf-like beast. The design made it look alive.

Weight: 39 Lbs.

Weapon: Chimera
Used as a secondary weapon or some times a shield, the Chimera is a weapon of three forms. The first and most common is the dagger, twelve inches in length. The second is more of a short sword form, extending outwards to two feet in length. The third and final form is most obviously a basic sword that’s over three feet long. In all these forms the blade is four inches wide and over two inches thick. There is also one other thing about this weapon; it’s made of a green metal called “Kareidium”. It’s another light metal forged from the horns and spikes of a poisonous beast “Kharnoc”.

Kareidium also has its own affect. With tiny teeth on each side of the blade they break off into the skin of an enemy and explode into greater amounts. There they take the same affect the Kharnoc has and attacks the muscles. The beast itself is so large that some prey is obviously too fast. Therefore he uses his flexible and long tail that is covered in the specific metal to strike the prey and weaken the muscles. When the poison takes effect the muscles are then weighed down by the poison and the glucose is absorbed so the muscles can’t heal.

Weight: 12 Lbs.

Accessory: Black Leather Fingerless Gloves
For simple grip.

Accessory: Should Strap Hip Bag
A simple carrying case that has food, medicine (NOTE: Nothing that cures instantly), and sentimental objects as well.



Abilities/Skills:

Element: Fire
There are no fancy spells and such for his ability co create and control fire. He uses it as he sees fit. Of course he is limited as well.

Element: Darkness
Again, there is nothing fancy about the way he uses this element. It does, however, have three abilities. The first drains life-force but by small amounts. The second creates a poisonous mist that once inhaled attacks the lungs (stays away from user). And the last ability is more of a physical one. He can create ghost-like figures to distract or attack his opponent as well.

Emotional Energy
Will be explained through Planet history.





Planet History & Misc.
Dodekatheon is a planet smaller than Earth but is farther in technology. The main difference is that the entire world worships the Greek Gods. So even though they are much farther advanced, Dodekatheon still holds many historic structures, believes, and way of fighting. In which honor is taken much more seriously here and even when gunpowder and then guns were invented they immediately threw them out as to how cowardly they were used. Therefore warfare today in Dodekatheon is still using swords, spears, shields, and armor. Just the other difference with that is their scientific tactics of metal, some magic, and massive armies.

The other thing about this planet is the “magic” they use. Instead of chi, chakra, or some sort of life-force to use “magic” the energy used to create such power is emotions. Along with the telepathic use of the brain in the frontal lobe, emotions have become a source of power that gives its user greater strength and such. Emotions also give off an aura of many colors depending on the user’s personality. Rage, hate, passion can be categorized into a red color. Quiet, calm, quick thinking can be categorized into a blue color. This makes it difficult to understand what emotion they have, but with certain combinations of emotions they can be useful in battle. All of that is where the ability of elements comes into play.

Now, when you talk about emotions everyone knows it has its limits, but on Dodekatheon there are certain training techniques to push beyond those limits. The first limit was already broken through when the frontal lobe of the brain was activated. The techniques themselves further push the limit to a higher level.

The first and most common technique is by killing another man or woman. And not just any man or woman, but someone who is emotionally strong. There the being can use a military technique to absorb the emotion and expand. This is used by high level warriors on the battlefield for which can increase their power by ten through the massive killing and quick absorption.

The second technique is something that is slower but still works. It’s mental meditation. Through faith and calm thinking one can slowly push their power.

The third and last technique is a forbidden one. In ancient days some men would not just kill their enemy but also open their skull and eat the certain part of the brain that enhances the energy. Emotion absorbed that way is rawer and less filtered. Those who commit this crime are killed without trial.

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Character Name: Wraithius Conolith
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Home Planet: Dodekatheon
Race: Herakalites
Class: Battalion Commander

Appearance: Wraithius being the older brother of the two is a much larger man. He stands at six feet six inches and weighs two hundred and sixty five pounds. Very muscular, very strong, and also quite tan. His snow white hair is slicked back like a cardinal and his eyes glow a brilliant ocean blue. He looks very intimidating.

He also wears the same type of armor Seraith does, but it entirely covers his body. Poseidium hoplite helmet, breastplate, complete armguards, gauntlets, leggings, shin greaves, and strangely thin armor boots.

Personality: Wraithius is pretty much the opposite of Seraith, sort of. He acts much more calmly and is quiet, never speaking to anyone except on rare occasions. He still, however, is a prideful warrior and screams out to his enemies before the battle begins.

Biography: Explained in Seraith’s Profile

Items:

Weapon: Mjolnir
Once again, King Xeras had Wraithius design his own weapon and what he got was something rarely seen in the world of hammers. Mjolnir is a weapon that extends out six feet as a pole and on one end has a thick hammer that’s seven inches wide and five inches thick. And since it’s also made of Poseidium it is even more feared as to what he can do with it. It is said he has crushed a man four feet into the ground with Mjolnir and was barely sweating. This is his only weapon.

Accessory: Shoulder Strap Hip Bag
Like his brother, Wraithius pretty much has the same things in his bag with few exceptions.



Abilities/Skills:

Element: Wind
For this big of a brute, Wraithius actually uses wind as his main element at all times. To make up for his slow body, he uses the wind force to increase his speed greatly. He can also manipulate it to do other things as well.

Element: Earth
Pretty self-explanatory. He controls the earth around him.

[LocoColt04]

Okay, then. As of this post, I will take ONLY ONE more new entry; also, I'll still allow the thread to remain open for a couple more days... let's say 02 FEBRUARY 2007 (or later if we don't get someone before then).

This gives everyone a little more time to edit their profiles as well as put up some environments in the aforementioned thread. Deal? Good.


I didn't initially realize that Fuji over here had removed his profile, so I had counted that in the "14" I had mentioned in the last post. Turns out it was only 13, which brings our actual total to 15. So yeah... one more, and we're good to go.

[Darkwolf]

I am going to use Lance and Dragoth
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Lance Chronofox
age: 19
gender: male
good guy
appearence:wears a cloak like sephy's but has a grey shirt underneath it.
hair style like leon (or squall) from kingdom hearts

weapon: pole with sword like blade at the end, I'll just call it my polearm. and throwing needles. and a dagger for a secondary weapon

abilities: basic magic, fire, blizzard, thunder, all of the basic ones except for cure.
wind slash: ( a magic like attack that is a huge burst of wind, it is used with his weapon)

limit level1: dark spear: his polearm becomes black and he bursts at the enemy and does a huge slash at the enemy with dark aura flying everywhere.)

limit level 2, dark energy
Holds up his hand and 5 small dark masses form that he can manipulate. These go away once they hit their target or any living object

special ability, alchemy. can manipulate metals into different shapes and form, but does this rarely. usually done when near death.

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Dragoth Herosbane (earned the title after slaying many well-known heroes)
age: unknown
race: dark elf
appearance,long, black cloak + hood, black clothes
evil
gender: male
weapons: primarilly magic, but has a very unique sword, Akilroth, here is a picture of it
http://img397.imageshack.us/my.php?i...meswordni9.jpg
He has 5 kunai daggers.

Abilities,
basic magic, mid magic, advanced fire and dark magic
fire blade, the blade of his sword becomes fire for a short period of time
fireball, he hurls fireballs at the enemy

Limits
1. Dragon Flame,
Dragoth holds up his blade, fire flows from it forming the shape of a dragon and englufing the opponent in fire
2 Fire Dance
Many flames begin to form around him, and as he strikes with his blade, they will hurl at the enemy
3 Fire demon
He gets engulfed in flames, and spreads wings of fire, and the blade of his sword is fire. His look becomes more demonic, of course.

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they will all be from the distant planet Akiri, and it is present time there

The battle that they became mortal enemies
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Lance walks down a very dark street, barely lit when he sees a shadow draw it's blade and slash an innocent man. He draws his polearm.

"Who are you???" He ran forward to attack as he heard the response. "I will be the death of you" The weapons clashed, Lance leaped into the air and struck as he landed on the other side of the figure. "What is your name?" Lance inquired. "my name is Dragoth, remember it as you lay there writhing in pain" Lance began to feel cold from just Dragoth's presence. He took a few slashes at the enemy, all blocked effortlessly. "who....or what are you?" Dragoth looked at him, with green catlike eyes "I am death itself, and this blade here is Akilroth" He finally swung his blade, with incredible speed. Lance was cut in the torso, badly. He didn't waste time worrying about pain, he held out his hand and said "fire!" a flame shot from his hand and was caught by Dragoth. "pitiful man, do you not know that fire and darkness are my elements???" He made the flame larger, and hurled it at Lance. Lance could barely send a gust of wind to stop it, and because of it landed flat on his back. (I can't beat him, he'll kill me) "What... you're afraid??? I guess I'll kill you NOW!!!! He swung his blade into the earth, sending cracks throughout it. Lance looked into one, and his eyes widened as he began to flee. The cracks became bright red, as flames suddenly jutted from them, setting buildings aflame... but also making a distraction while Lance left to live another day. When the smoke cleared, Dragoth saw his opponent gone and whispered "I will kill you... someday" Dragoth finished destroying the city and leaving nobody he saw alive...

[LocoColt04]

Okay, we've got our last entrant. I'll give you until the end of the night tonight to make any alterations to your profiles that you may all need to make, and then I will contact an unrelated third party (as in all the tournaments prior) to randomize the seedings as well as build the environment list. Expect the first round to begin on THURSDAY.

[LocoColt04]

That having been said, THIS THREAD IS CLOSED.

There will be no more alterations of characters at this point. If you're not happy with what you've written, well... too bad?

The environment thread will be open until tomorrow afternoon. By all means, please submit some more entries. Please? Please? Certainly those of us who posted there aren't the only ones who know how to be creative.