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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2005 8:50 pm
Ahoy ye sludgy fighters, ye crusty scumbags.
(I''m movin this cause it didn''t get off the ground, and it will give us somethin to do. This is not guild-related, and you are not limited to your guild characters to participate. There isn''t a limit on characters you enter, but if you really want to use your guild characters, I suppose that is fine. )
This will be a fight thread, all are welcome to ENTER, and battle in mutual settings. This is a universal RP, though I will watch over fights for fairness, n such, but the rules will be loose, and usually combatant termed.
Please read-
EDGE:
I want you to enter an intro with the basic info we will need. I will NOT have a stat/info sheet for you to copy, I expect you to tell us everything we should know.
To make this more interesting, I CONDONE, and WANT these fights to have real gaian gold on the line. It makes it really tense, and fun. Steal somebody's wallet after you beat them down, I dunno. Maybe 50g per wallet? I dunno, but you can wager what you like.
I want original chars, and (prefered, but not limited to smile coming up from more of a street, modernish, or civilized background.
It would be fine with me to improvise little storylines. Like allying some characters, and forming small gangs. Or if someone dies, you''d go and avenge your freind.
I unno.. think like battle royal, or the bouncer.
Rules/Guidlines:
1. I will read and monitor all posts for any godmoding, and such rule breaking, so none of that
2. If you are wagering money on the fight, absolutely do not agree on a sum you do not possess... Unless you are feeling really lucky, or are prepared to fall into debt if you lose.
YES! Multiple fights can take place, and NO, do not speak directly to me as if I am in the SL. Speaking OOC IS allowed, but keep it minimal, and necessary. Do yous own things!
(Er, more rules in the future, hopefully not many)
Which of ye is a Yuck Titan?!?!?!
Get battlin, bitches!
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 10:27 am
Name: Kyle
Age: 18
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 126
Weapons: Brass knuckles and two knight-sticks.
Attire: Black beanie to keep the hair from his eyes, black t-shirt, a pair of fingerless gloves, black jeans with a leather belt, and a pair of leather boots.
Fighting Background: Grew up on the streets for his family was quite poor. He has never had any proper training when it came to fighting. Just the experience that comes with plenty of losses. This has not only raised his skill in fighting but also his endurance. He is very quick to attack and not put much thought into it, but he has been known to be cunning as well.
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First Mate Mud Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 1:28 pm
(I suppose I will make one too, to pass some time)
Name: Fin (The Scowl)
Gender: M
Age: 18
Weight: 141 lbs.
Instrumnents: Cat Claws (extensions), spray paint
Appearance: Black skunk hoodie, short black canvas cut-offs, some hidden belts, white long johns, stiff white pair of chucks (sometimes barefoot) green-grey eyes. ratty hair (think mine, those who know it) almost always scowls. HENCE--> 'da scowl'...
Other: spends his time tagging throughout the city, has quite a reputation as such, both good and bad. alot of time spent running on foot. Hates guns, and people trying to direct him. squats in an abandoned library.
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2005 6:15 pm
Name: Black Jack
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Weapons: a metal baseball bat with a red leather grip
Appearance: He is wearing a red hoody thats about two sizes two big and he always has the hood pulled up. He has extra baggy Dark blue jeans and is wearing black skate shoes with red soles. Emblazoned on the back of his hoody is a large black image of a jolly roger but instead of cross-bones he has bats.
Information: He is notorious for commiting various acts of vandalism and theft, the only reason that the cops dont catch him is becausethe can't. He is a master at escaping and getting into where he shouldnt. he usually can be found in a subway station or hanging out with some local gangs
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2005 8:08 pm
Name: Lee
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Weight: 155lbs
Instrumnents: A fencing blade. ( non-lethal )
Appearance: Usually found wearing a white turtleneck sweater of light material and a pair of also white fatigue pants. Blonde hair topped his head, usually pushed in disarray about in it's short length. White being the obvious and primary color of his attire, he always wore a pair of same colored converse high tops. Etc. Etc.
Other: A boy who grew up in a rich family, he was taught from an early age the art of fencing, and more primarily that of saber fighting. An agile boy for such an art, he also utilized the martial style of Savate. He had abandoned his high life, and opted for a more 'local' feel, living most of his life on the streets.. He seemed quick to gain a reputation for his ability. Can be found in the abandoned Hilton Hotel.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2005 9:45 pm
Name: Rosa Eldi
Age: 17
Height: 5'2
Weight: 120lbs
Instraments: Alchemist/
Appearance: Rosa's body was adorned in old brown pants, suspenders, a white shirt, and a navy blue over coat. Her locks were a fiery red, just like her temper, and her eyes were crystal blue, the color of the carribean sea. flesh was ivory white, the only flaw was the tatoo that was on her left breast, and it depicted a mn dancing with Death.
Other: Rosa Eldi had been captured by pirates on the island she lived on, was sold into slavery so her family ended up being split apart. The man she had been sold to was a pirate of another ship, and he sent her to work as a cabin girl on his ship. The Alchemist on the ship took a liking to her and taught her his trade...and later...she was released to go on her own way
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 5:07 pm
Name: Phillip, commonly Phil
Gender: Male
Age:17
Weight:150 lbs
Weapons: Tire-iron, tow-rope/tie-down
Appearence: Long brown hair down to his shoulders, wears a greasy red flanel shirt with a leather jacket over it and worn blue jeans with grease stains and holes. Rocks a ratty old air of low-top Airwalk sneakers.
Info: Hailing from a junkyard, where he lives and is usually found around, this youth has a very easy going manner for living a harsh life. He is a well balanced fighter with mediocre strength but a greater speed, fights out of instinct with no defined style of his own.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 9:11 pm
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First Mate Mud Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:14 am
He had been making his rounds for hours now and decided to take a break. He had been roaming the residential area of the town doing charactures of people and selling them for five dollars. He was almost out of paper, not that he started out with much. He had made about sixty dollars. He unslung the bag pack that was on his shoulder and rested on the first stair of the stoop he was sitting on. He had already made it back to his more familiar territory. The empty and overlooked part of town. He would look out at the street and watch the cars drive by, he guess it was about three o'clock in the evening.
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