The Ratings War VI: Aces High - Round 1 (Closed - Judging)
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Hmmmm, it's tempting, but since I was a judge last time, I think I'll let NeoAC have a go, since he seems interestedLord Krunk said:
If you decide to have a third judge though, I'll come rushing back =P I'll probably stick around to read all the entries anyway.
I'll sign you up!NeoAC said:
I'll be happy to take on a Judge #3 again, if you want to return.sky14kemea said:Hmmmm, it's tempting, but since I was a judge last time, I think I'll let NeoAC have a go, since he seems interested
If you decide to have a third judge though, I'll come rushing back =P I'll probably stick around to read all the entries anyway.
I have always been interested in adding visual supplements to RW, only hindered by my lack of drawing ability. So if you think it'll help, go right ahead!Segadroid said:
BAM! Gettin' in on this like a ************ who gets in on things with incredible enthusiasm and passion! Get ready to be dazzled and astounded by the fresh originality and creativity that's gone into my entirely new and original character that I'll be using this time, hahahahaha! *is incredibly convincing*
Ah you always have your priorities straight. At least you'd both understand the need for copious amounts of alcohol while judgingNeoAC said:
I may throw my hand in. I don't have the best history with consistency but I've been in the mood to write.
Name: Alexander 'Alex' Umbra
Nickname: 'The Mantle'
Age: 30
Appearance: Human, 6 foot 4 inch tall, average muscle build, Caucasian, brown hair and light-green eyes.
Clothing: Kaki trenchcoat with matching trilby, white shirt with light-yellow tie, grey gloves, blue jeans and black shoes. Carries a metal tube on his back which holds his weapons and a satchel clipped on his belt for ammunition.
Weapons: Almost all his weapons are disguised or hidden within umbrella's, which he keeps in the tube on his back: A single barreled break-action shotgun with the fabric of the canopy partly made of kevlar, meant to stop incoming fire when opened; a combat knife for close combat, kept on his belt; a dueling sword, hidden in the shaft of an umbrella and unsheathed by twisting and pulling back the handle and a regular umbrella.
Powers: After being hit 7 times by lightning in one evening, Alex is capable of generating jolts of electricity from his hands at regular intervals. To protect himself and others, he covers them with gloves, and only takes them off in the heat of battle. By using the regular umbrella -or the sword- as a rod, Alex can steer the lighting to one general direction.
Strengths: His electric ability can shock opponents to a fine crisp given the time and he is pretty skilled with the sword. He isn't an acrobat, but he isn't afraid to take large leaps.
Weaknesses: It takes time to charge up any sizable amount of electricity that can shock a human alone. Next to that, calling him 'Umbrella guy' is an assured way of getting him ticked off. Alex's trenchcoat also weighs him down when drenched. Plus, it isn't exactly wise to shoot lighting while being so.
Personality: Polite, determent and always in for a witty comment. Alex likes to see himself as an example for a civil fighter, only applying brute force when needed. Sadly, being humble against your opponent on the battlefield doesn?t always work.
Fear: Water. At age 5, he nearly drowned when wandering off outside during a heavy rainstorm. Since then, it's a rarity to see Alex at a beach or pool.
Suit: Clubs.
Bio: Alex was born as the son of an umbrella-manufacturer. His father hoped Alex would take over his business, but even in his younger years, Alex wanted to work as a law enforcer to ensure the safety of his family and friends. Unfortunately, his humble nature wasn't what they were looking for, so at age 19 Alex decided to become a law enforcer himself; The Mantle was born. Armed with weapons disguised as umbrella's and his control of lightning, Alex patrolled almost every night in the cities he traveled through, quickly getting the unwanted label 'Umbrella Guy' whenever they spotted him.
He quickly grew a reputation for himself however, when he managed to get a large group of thugs arrested for fraud, smuggle and speeding. After a handful of cases, successfully rounding up enemies of the state, his wish came true; He became head master of the police force. While Alex doesn't have to go fight crime on his own anymore, he still goes out at night to watch over his fellow citizens.
Nickname: 'The Mantle'
Age: 30
Appearance: Human, 6 foot 4 inch tall, average muscle build, Caucasian, brown hair and light-green eyes.
Clothing: Kaki trenchcoat with matching trilby, white shirt with light-yellow tie, grey gloves, blue jeans and black shoes. Carries a metal tube on his back which holds his weapons and a satchel clipped on his belt for ammunition.
Weapons: Almost all his weapons are disguised or hidden within umbrella's, which he keeps in the tube on his back: A single barreled break-action shotgun with the fabric of the canopy partly made of kevlar, meant to stop incoming fire when opened; a combat knife for close combat, kept on his belt; a dueling sword, hidden in the shaft of an umbrella and unsheathed by twisting and pulling back the handle and a regular umbrella.
Powers: After being hit 7 times by lightning in one evening, Alex is capable of generating jolts of electricity from his hands at regular intervals. To protect himself and others, he covers them with gloves, and only takes them off in the heat of battle. By using the regular umbrella -or the sword- as a rod, Alex can steer the lighting to one general direction.
Strengths: His electric ability can shock opponents to a fine crisp given the time and he is pretty skilled with the sword. He isn't an acrobat, but he isn't afraid to take large leaps.
Weaknesses: It takes time to charge up any sizable amount of electricity that can shock a human alone. Next to that, calling him 'Umbrella guy' is an assured way of getting him ticked off. Alex's trenchcoat also weighs him down when drenched. Plus, it isn't exactly wise to shoot lighting while being so.
Personality: Polite, determent and always in for a witty comment. Alex likes to see himself as an example for a civil fighter, only applying brute force when needed. Sadly, being humble against your opponent on the battlefield doesn?t always work.
Fear: Water. At age 5, he nearly drowned when wandering off outside during a heavy rainstorm. Since then, it's a rarity to see Alex at a beach or pool.
Suit: Clubs.
Bio: Alex was born as the son of an umbrella-manufacturer. His father hoped Alex would take over his business, but even in his younger years, Alex wanted to work as a law enforcer to ensure the safety of his family and friends. Unfortunately, his humble nature wasn't what they were looking for, so at age 19 Alex decided to become a law enforcer himself; The Mantle was born. Armed with weapons disguised as umbrella's and his control of lightning, Alex patrolled almost every night in the cities he traveled through, quickly getting the unwanted label 'Umbrella Guy' whenever they spotted him.
He quickly grew a reputation for himself however, when he managed to get a large group of thugs arrested for fraud, smuggle and speeding. After a handful of cases, successfully rounding up enemies of the state, his wish came true; He became head master of the police force. While Alex doesn't have to go fight crime on his own anymore, he still goes out at night to watch over his fellow citizens.
Since we're allowed...
Criticism is appreciated!
EDIT: And now the intro is done too.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Huh, never realised that clock was so loud.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Seven small 'tings' echoed through the office.
7 PM. I'll go on patrol in an hour. Not a lot of crime happened the past week though... Maybe I should be generous and give myself a break?
A sudden but gentle rumble shook the entire building.
Complete silence.
Alex opened his eyes and looked towards the corner of his office. The clock had fallen off its table and stopped working.
Ah, cripes.
Alex took his feet off his desk with a small grunt. A bit annoyed he had to leave his comfy chair, he walked to the clock, picked it up and stared at it in agony.
Thing's probably broken now. Gotta love earthquakes.
Wait a minute... This region hasn't had any earthquakes in hundreds of years.
The noise of footsteps coming from the hallway quickly snapped Alex out his concentration. He was used at getting visitors at late hours, but something was off. They were pounding footsteps. Fast ones at that, too. Russian cleaning ladies? Fire? A bounty hunter send by a crimelord? Alex took no risk and quickly grabbed a weapon.
A tall, bulky silhouette appeared in front of the window of his door. 2 brute knocks landed on the wood.
"Who's there?"
No answer. The umbrella in Alex' hands pointed at the door by default.
"Identify yourself!" Alex shouted. "Who are you and what are you here for?"
Still no answer. The giant silhouette began to move his hand towards the handle.
Alex' mind began to race. Every possible scenario flashed by as he readied his weapon.
"It's rude if you're trying to get in without permission, buddy. I won't warn you again!"
The handle moved down.
BANG!
The blast shattered the glass of the door. Pellets dug deep inside the wood.
"It's also rude if you try to kill the messenger." a heavy voice said.
Alex' eyes grew large as he stared through the broken glass at his attacker. His single barrel break-action shotgun clattered onto the floor, still smoking from the shell it fired.
This person looked nothing like Alex had ever imagined coming through his door. He was huge, wearing a black suit with a white chestplate proudly showing the symbol of Clubs with a white J in the middle of his body.
"Unless you still insist to fire your explosive staff at me," The bulky attacker said begrudgingly while walking towards Alex, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Jack of Clubs. I was sent here to ask for your help."
Alex was dumbstruck. "I... Um... I'm Alexander Umbra. J-just call me Alex, if you will. What exactly... are you asking of me, sir... Clubs?"
"Just Jacks, thanks." the person replied. "And I am asking you to aid in protecting my world from death and despair."
"I... What?"
"You heard me." Jacks said in an annoyed tone. "In 21 days, my world will be destroyed by a hideous creature called the Joker. Even the mighty military of Clubs is not strong enough to stop it." He pointed at Alex. "That's where you come in."
Alex was thoroughly confused at first, but it began to make place for annoyance. Annoyance for even acknowledging the utter stupidity of this stranger's tale.
"You're telling me you're from some other dimension, that it's gonna be destroyed by a Joker in 21 days, your entire military can't stop it, but me, one person, somehow can?"
"One person, yes. Specifically you, maybe. We're not betting all our hopes on one individual who then turns out not up to the task." Jacks answered bluntly. "Other cards like me are now travelling to other worlds where they will ask aid to other individuals we believe are capable of stopping the Joker. Once we have all contestants, you will battle until one remains."
"..."
"Was I not clear enough? I'm asking you to compete in this and possibly save our world. You should be honoured."
"...Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes, I a-"
"No. I'm through with this already. You wasted my time for long enough. If you'll excuse me, I need to patrol for the night. Go find some other loon who will actually take your weak story about Jokers and battling other people from other dimensions." Alex said angrily and pointed at the dooropening. "There's the exit. Have a nice evening sir."
Jacks didn't go away. Instead, he moved towards Alex. His size seemed to double with every step. "My orders are to take you with me. I did not say you had a choice."
"Pity the person who tries to take me hostage!" Alex replied as he lunged toward his shotgun. Jacks responded by quickly setting his lumpy foot on it and shoving Alex away. "You're quick, I give you that." Alex said, standing up and grabbing another umbrella from a tube standing in the corner.
Jacks smirked. "I can clearly see that is not an explosion staff. Are you afraid I might spit on you?"
The push of a hidden button, a twist of the handle and a 1.5 foot long sword emerged from the umbrella's shaft.
"It isn't any less dangerous, Jacks." Alex replied while holding the blade towards him. "I humbly request you to leave. Now."
"Perhaps you didn't hear me. You're coming with me, Alex. Be it conscious or unconscious."
"And how do you think you'll-"
A sudden cloud of green smoke sprouted from Jacks' hands, completely enveloping and obstructing Alex' view. "What is this trickery!?" Alex said enraged. "Magic, not trickery." he heard somewhere far off.
It suddenly became hard to focus. Alex' grasp on the blade began to weaken.
What is happening!? Focus, damn it! Focus! Fo...
Alex' mind failed to complete the thought as he fell to his knees, feeling more and more numb with every passing second.
Some kind of sleeping gas...
Dropping the blade, Alex tried to make eye contact with the silhouette emerging from the smoke before passing out. All he saw and heard were the cold face of Jacks and the words "Contestant collected."
The building shook. Right behind Jacks a greenish portal opened.
Everything after it was pure black.
Huh, never realised that clock was so loud.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
Seven small 'tings' echoed through the office.
7 PM. I'll go on patrol in an hour. Not a lot of crime happened the past week though... Maybe I should be generous and give myself a break?
A sudden but gentle rumble shook the entire building.
Complete silence.
Alex opened his eyes and looked towards the corner of his office. The clock had fallen off its table and stopped working.
Ah, cripes.
Alex took his feet off his desk with a small grunt. A bit annoyed he had to leave his comfy chair, he walked to the clock, picked it up and stared at it in agony.
Thing's probably broken now. Gotta love earthquakes.
Wait a minute... This region hasn't had any earthquakes in hundreds of years.
The noise of footsteps coming from the hallway quickly snapped Alex out his concentration. He was used at getting visitors at late hours, but something was off. They were pounding footsteps. Fast ones at that, too. Russian cleaning ladies? Fire? A bounty hunter send by a crimelord? Alex took no risk and quickly grabbed a weapon.
A tall, bulky silhouette appeared in front of the window of his door. 2 brute knocks landed on the wood.
"Who's there?"
No answer. The umbrella in Alex' hands pointed at the door by default.
"Identify yourself!" Alex shouted. "Who are you and what are you here for?"
Still no answer. The giant silhouette began to move his hand towards the handle.
Alex' mind began to race. Every possible scenario flashed by as he readied his weapon.
"It's rude if you're trying to get in without permission, buddy. I won't warn you again!"
The handle moved down.
BANG!
The blast shattered the glass of the door. Pellets dug deep inside the wood.
"It's also rude if you try to kill the messenger." a heavy voice said.
Alex' eyes grew large as he stared through the broken glass at his attacker. His single barrel break-action shotgun clattered onto the floor, still smoking from the shell it fired.
This person looked nothing like Alex had ever imagined coming through his door. He was huge, wearing a black suit with a white chestplate proudly showing the symbol of Clubs with a white J in the middle of his body.
"Unless you still insist to fire your explosive staff at me," The bulky attacker said begrudgingly while walking towards Alex, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Jack of Clubs. I was sent here to ask for your help."
Alex was dumbstruck. "I... Um... I'm Alexander Umbra. J-just call me Alex, if you will. What exactly... are you asking of me, sir... Clubs?"
"Just Jacks, thanks." the person replied. "And I am asking you to aid in protecting my world from death and despair."
"I... What?"
"You heard me." Jacks said in an annoyed tone. "In 21 days, my world will be destroyed by a hideous creature called the Joker. Even the mighty military of Clubs is not strong enough to stop it." He pointed at Alex. "That's where you come in."
Alex was thoroughly confused at first, but it began to make place for annoyance. Annoyance for even acknowledging the utter stupidity of this stranger's tale.
"You're telling me you're from some other dimension, that it's gonna be destroyed by a Joker in 21 days, your entire military can't stop it, but me, one person, somehow can?"
"One person, yes. Specifically you, maybe. We're not betting all our hopes on one individual who then turns out not up to the task." Jacks answered bluntly. "Other cards like me are now travelling to other worlds where they will ask aid to other individuals we believe are capable of stopping the Joker. Once we have all contestants, you will battle until one remains."
"..."
"Was I not clear enough? I'm asking you to compete in this and possibly save our world. You should be honoured."
"...Are you fucking serious?"
"Yes, I a-"
"No. I'm through with this already. You wasted my time for long enough. If you'll excuse me, I need to patrol for the night. Go find some other loon who will actually take your weak story about Jokers and battling other people from other dimensions." Alex said angrily and pointed at the dooropening. "There's the exit. Have a nice evening sir."
Jacks didn't go away. Instead, he moved towards Alex. His size seemed to double with every step. "My orders are to take you with me. I did not say you had a choice."
"Pity the person who tries to take me hostage!" Alex replied as he lunged toward his shotgun. Jacks responded by quickly setting his lumpy foot on it and shoving Alex away. "You're quick, I give you that." Alex said, standing up and grabbing another umbrella from a tube standing in the corner.
Jacks smirked. "I can clearly see that is not an explosion staff. Are you afraid I might spit on you?"
The push of a hidden button, a twist of the handle and a 1.5 foot long sword emerged from the umbrella's shaft.
"It isn't any less dangerous, Jacks." Alex replied while holding the blade towards him. "I humbly request you to leave. Now."
"Perhaps you didn't hear me. You're coming with me, Alex. Be it conscious or unconscious."
"And how do you think you'll-"
A sudden cloud of green smoke sprouted from Jacks' hands, completely enveloping and obstructing Alex' view. "What is this trickery!?" Alex said enraged. "Magic, not trickery." he heard somewhere far off.
It suddenly became hard to focus. Alex' grasp on the blade began to weaken.
What is happening!? Focus, damn it! Focus! Fo...
Alex' mind failed to complete the thought as he fell to his knees, feeling more and more numb with every passing second.
Some kind of sleeping gas...
Dropping the blade, Alex tried to make eye contact with the silhouette emerging from the smoke before passing out. All he saw and heard were the cold face of Jacks and the words "Contestant collected."
The building shook. Right behind Jacks a greenish portal opened.
Everything after it was pure black.
Alright, here we go. This should be good, I figure.
Note: I am not sure which suit Daman best fits since his brand of magic seems like it isn't tied to one in particular. This is why it is left indeterminate in the sheet. Advice on this would be appreciated.
If there is anything else that needs changing, let me know. I'm more than happy to edit to get it right.
Edit: I didn't notice the entry submission bit. I'll have that up later today.
Edit the Second: I have now added the entry submission. Let me know if I err in any way.
Name: Daman Ra
Nickname: High Adept of Istade (title more than nickname)
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: Daman stands at about five feet ten inches tall, with fairly tanned skin and brown eyes that seem to sparkle with insight and knowledge. His short, straight hair, though naturally black, is starting to turn grey as a result of the magic he wields aging him ever so slightly with each spell. His hands and fingers, while dextrous and nimble, have multiple scars as a result of an alchemical fire burning them when he was young and inexperienced.
A small, lightweight spellbook hangs from the belt of his robe.
Clothing: Adept Ra wears the traditional mage's robes of Istade's Academy Archana: primarily a regal blue, with the hem, cuffs and the edges of the hood coloured silver. If one looks close enough, the silver colouring can occasionally be seen in faint patterning all across the robes. After casting a defensive spell, a silvery-blue glow can be seen emanating from Daman himself. This light hardens and forms a protective barrier when weapons or similar objects come into close proximity, though it is easily broken through.
Underneath the Academy robe, Daman wears simple, lightweight clothing: a tunic and long pants, with shoes in a similar colour scheme to the robes. It is casual attire, with nothing in terms of armour or shielding.
Weapons: Daman Ra uses little in terms of weaponry: his staff is his prized possession, both magical aid and fortification. More tool than weapon, it is simple in appearance: five feet of solid, dark yew wood. A large, many-faceted clear crystal has been worked into the wood at one end; it would be more accurate to say that the yew has been shaped around it to secure it in place.
Powers: Daman is a talented mage, with a multitude of spells at his disposal. His abilties focus heavily on the mind: cantrips to nullify the spells of others; chants that assist in concentration; enchantments to misdirect opponents or enslave their followers to his will; and quick rune-invoked spells to alter perception or drastically weaken an opponent's attack.
Not all of the Adept's spells afflict the mind, however. Daman Ra is capable of locking an opponent or two in a bubble of stasis (described as a 'void bubble' by himself and his fellow Istadians) for a short period of time, as well as banishment of demons and other paranormal creatures, teleportation across short distances, and conjuration of a light aura of defense to protect himself in case of attack at close quarters.
Strengths: As stated above, Daman is a powerful mage. His capabilities are second only to Sirri Starwalker, ruling Queen of Istade, his home city (pronounced Ist-aad).
Weaknesses: Daman's close-quarter skill is non-existent, and he is neither strong, tough nor athletic. Magical power and his own mental acuity are his only claim to fame.
Personality: Daman is old beyond his years, and with age comes both intelligence and wisdom. He looks at all angles of an issue before voicing an opinion built on solid, accepted fact. He is a fair judge in all things as a result. Ordinarily he is a cheerful, upbeat and polite individual, though this does not have an impact on his role by any means; he is capable of delivering harsh judgements when the need arises.
The phrase "knowledge is power" is close to Daman's heart. As Chief Adept of his home city-continent, Daman prides himself on his collection of tomes, grimoires and spellbooks, and mastery of the powers contained within. Nonetheless, he constantly gathers more and more information, hoping to one day unlock the secrets of life beyond a mortal body.
Fear: Loss of Daman's magical talent ruins any chance he has of fighting; this could be considered a fear as he has no combat prowess whatsoever without it. He keeps a focus of his power, his staff, on his person at all times. When sleeping, the weapon is secured in a locked box enchanted to open only at his touch and the correct spoken word.
Suit: Diamonds
Biography: Daman Ra was born on the plane of Tallada, in the city-continent named Istade, otherwise known as the Spires. Like all Istadians - residents of the city - he showed a natural inclination to the magical arts at a young age, and was placed in what was considered the standard schooling for his kind.
The young Daman quickly grew accustomed to the use of magic in general life; from the simple act of transportation spells to granting oneself the ability to learn more in a short period of time. He graduated basic schooling at the top of his class, quickly being moved to an advanced magical institute known as the Academy Archana. Here, Daman learned spells and abilities that dealt with the mind: causing distractions, intuition, redirection and countering hostile magic, and enforcing will were some of the spells he learned and quickly mastered.
Upon completion of his tutelage at the Academy, Daman elected to enlist in Istade's military force at the age of twenty-five. Boot camp soon proved him to show traits of a commander or squad leader, and he was given additional officer training. Once completed, he was given his first mission: take an expeditionary force of six men under his command, and perform simple scouting routines on the nearby island of Kor'Vesa Al Jerre, a territory under the control of neighbouring continent Ar Sharol. The island was found to be building up defenses, a castle in particular. Daman and his team infiltrated the island, learned of the plans to use it as a stepping-stone to attack Istade in case of war, and escaped with no violence whatsoever.
When Daman reported the island's purpose to his superiors, they acted swiftly and without hesitation. Daman served in Istade's military for another ten years, swiftly rising through the ranks before he elected to retire. The efforts he had undertaken during his decade of service, and the magical power at his command, earned him the rank of High Adept in the Academy Archana where he resumed his studies. This put him second only to the Queen of the city, Sirri Starwalker, and her inner circle of followers.
Adept Ra began to accumulate more and more knowledge over the next few years, until an agent of Chicane, seemingly gifted with the power to walk between worlds, approached him with a bizarre proposal. He accepted, more to learn about the place itself and how to transcend the barriers between planes than to take part in the tournament of which he was told. Knowledge was power, and the agent knew things that he did not. His curiosity was piqued.
Nickname: High Adept of Istade (title more than nickname)
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: Daman stands at about five feet ten inches tall, with fairly tanned skin and brown eyes that seem to sparkle with insight and knowledge. His short, straight hair, though naturally black, is starting to turn grey as a result of the magic he wields aging him ever so slightly with each spell. His hands and fingers, while dextrous and nimble, have multiple scars as a result of an alchemical fire burning them when he was young and inexperienced.
A small, lightweight spellbook hangs from the belt of his robe.
Clothing: Adept Ra wears the traditional mage's robes of Istade's Academy Archana: primarily a regal blue, with the hem, cuffs and the edges of the hood coloured silver. If one looks close enough, the silver colouring can occasionally be seen in faint patterning all across the robes. After casting a defensive spell, a silvery-blue glow can be seen emanating from Daman himself. This light hardens and forms a protective barrier when weapons or similar objects come into close proximity, though it is easily broken through.
Underneath the Academy robe, Daman wears simple, lightweight clothing: a tunic and long pants, with shoes in a similar colour scheme to the robes. It is casual attire, with nothing in terms of armour or shielding.
Weapons: Daman Ra uses little in terms of weaponry: his staff is his prized possession, both magical aid and fortification. More tool than weapon, it is simple in appearance: five feet of solid, dark yew wood. A large, many-faceted clear crystal has been worked into the wood at one end; it would be more accurate to say that the yew has been shaped around it to secure it in place.
Powers: Daman is a talented mage, with a multitude of spells at his disposal. His abilties focus heavily on the mind: cantrips to nullify the spells of others; chants that assist in concentration; enchantments to misdirect opponents or enslave their followers to his will; and quick rune-invoked spells to alter perception or drastically weaken an opponent's attack.
Not all of the Adept's spells afflict the mind, however. Daman Ra is capable of locking an opponent or two in a bubble of stasis (described as a 'void bubble' by himself and his fellow Istadians) for a short period of time, as well as banishment of demons and other paranormal creatures, teleportation across short distances, and conjuration of a light aura of defense to protect himself in case of attack at close quarters.
Strengths: As stated above, Daman is a powerful mage. His capabilities are second only to Sirri Starwalker, ruling Queen of Istade, his home city (pronounced Ist-aad).
Weaknesses: Daman's close-quarter skill is non-existent, and he is neither strong, tough nor athletic. Magical power and his own mental acuity are his only claim to fame.
Personality: Daman is old beyond his years, and with age comes both intelligence and wisdom. He looks at all angles of an issue before voicing an opinion built on solid, accepted fact. He is a fair judge in all things as a result. Ordinarily he is a cheerful, upbeat and polite individual, though this does not have an impact on his role by any means; he is capable of delivering harsh judgements when the need arises.
The phrase "knowledge is power" is close to Daman's heart. As Chief Adept of his home city-continent, Daman prides himself on his collection of tomes, grimoires and spellbooks, and mastery of the powers contained within. Nonetheless, he constantly gathers more and more information, hoping to one day unlock the secrets of life beyond a mortal body.
Fear: Loss of Daman's magical talent ruins any chance he has of fighting; this could be considered a fear as he has no combat prowess whatsoever without it. He keeps a focus of his power, his staff, on his person at all times. When sleeping, the weapon is secured in a locked box enchanted to open only at his touch and the correct spoken word.
Suit: Diamonds
Biography: Daman Ra was born on the plane of Tallada, in the city-continent named Istade, otherwise known as the Spires. Like all Istadians - residents of the city - he showed a natural inclination to the magical arts at a young age, and was placed in what was considered the standard schooling for his kind.
The young Daman quickly grew accustomed to the use of magic in general life; from the simple act of transportation spells to granting oneself the ability to learn more in a short period of time. He graduated basic schooling at the top of his class, quickly being moved to an advanced magical institute known as the Academy Archana. Here, Daman learned spells and abilities that dealt with the mind: causing distractions, intuition, redirection and countering hostile magic, and enforcing will were some of the spells he learned and quickly mastered.
Upon completion of his tutelage at the Academy, Daman elected to enlist in Istade's military force at the age of twenty-five. Boot camp soon proved him to show traits of a commander or squad leader, and he was given additional officer training. Once completed, he was given his first mission: take an expeditionary force of six men under his command, and perform simple scouting routines on the nearby island of Kor'Vesa Al Jerre, a territory under the control of neighbouring continent Ar Sharol. The island was found to be building up defenses, a castle in particular. Daman and his team infiltrated the island, learned of the plans to use it as a stepping-stone to attack Istade in case of war, and escaped with no violence whatsoever.
When Daman reported the island's purpose to his superiors, they acted swiftly and without hesitation. Daman served in Istade's military for another ten years, swiftly rising through the ranks before he elected to retire. The efforts he had undertaken during his decade of service, and the magical power at his command, earned him the rank of High Adept in the Academy Archana where he resumed his studies. This put him second only to the Queen of the city, Sirri Starwalker, and her inner circle of followers.
Adept Ra began to accumulate more and more knowledge over the next few years, until an agent of Chicane, seemingly gifted with the power to walk between worlds, approached him with a bizarre proposal. He accepted, more to learn about the place itself and how to transcend the barriers between planes than to take part in the tournament of which he was told. Knowledge was power, and the agent knew things that he did not. His curiosity was piqued.
Note: I am not sure which suit Daman best fits since his brand of magic seems like it isn't tied to one in particular. This is why it is left indeterminate in the sheet. Advice on this would be appreciated.
If there is anything else that needs changing, let me know. I'm more than happy to edit to get it right.
Edit: I didn't notice the entry submission bit. I'll have that up later today.
Edit the Second: I have now added the entry submission. Let me know if I err in any way.
The man known as Daman Ra sat in his personal librarium, poring over a slightly dusty tome, one of the many in his collection. Rereading his old books was a good way to remember the lore and spells within. Those who did not learn of history were, of course, bound to repeat the age-old mistakes of the world.
Footsteps sounded behind Daman, and he sighed. Obviously a new Academy student who was unaware of his schedule. "There are to be no visitors at this time, student."
The response was surprising.
It was not a question. Daman looked up from his tome to investigate the matter. A man stood there, one he did not recognise. That was most unusual. With one hand, the High Adept took hold of his yew and crystal staff.
"That is common knowledge..." Daman answered hesitantly, briefly reaching out to the stranger's mind with a flick of his hand beneath his robe. He was mentally repulsed by what he found: the man's mind was similar to the inverse of an Istadian hydra, which shared a single mind between its many heads. The man seemed to have many minds in one brain. "You are not of this world. I sense more of you behind this individual. What do you require of me? Be quick about it before I expel you from my librarium."
the man began. He used a strange choice of words: 'we' implied that there were more than one of him. That made sense when combined with the sensation of many minds present.
"The Joker? This sounds like something a Nocturna vampire would dream up. I am not convinced." Daman gripped his yew staff in both hands, prepared to banish the figure if the need arose. It had proven to be peaceful... so far. That could change in a heartbeat.
Before Daman could raise his weapon to prevent anything from happening, the man placed his hand on that of Daman, and the librarium vanished around the two of them, replaced by a great hall. No, a throne room. Corpses were scattered around the entirety of the room, lying mutilated in pools of blood.
"What is this place? How did you bring me here?" Daman asked, intrigued by this Diamond representative and his abilities.
Diamond answered.
Daman saw the events that unfolded: the Joker, giggling in its mad agony, as it devoured the King and Queen of Spades before the Jack's intervention... and subsequent death. Such a creature was on par with the demons of Corradann in its madness. If they had done this, there would be war on Tallada once Daman returned to his home.
Diamond explained.
The offer had Daman very tempted to accept. The gifts of information were almost enough to convince him alone. "What will I be up against in this Tournament of yours?"
Diamond answered.
The scene shifted once more, changing to a different throne room. Decorations were considerably different, for one; diamond-themed. Daman quickly realised that this must be the Diamond royalty's throne room. He took a couple of minutes to think over his choice.
"I see... In that case, I accept. I will assist in any way I can to rid you and your kind of this abomination," he eventually said, his expression determined and grim.
Footsteps sounded behind Daman, and he sighed. Obviously a new Academy student who was unaware of his schedule. "There are to be no visitors at this time, student."
The response was surprising.
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"You are Daman Ra, High Adept of Istade.""That is common knowledge..." Daman answered hesitantly, briefly reaching out to the stranger's mind with a flick of his hand beneath his robe. He was mentally repulsed by what he found: the man's mind was similar to the inverse of an Istadian hydra, which shared a single mind between its many heads. The man seemed to have many minds in one brain. "You are not of this world. I sense more of you behind this individual. What do you require of me? Be quick about it before I expel you from my librarium."
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"We represent the Ace of Diamonds, of the land of Chicane,"
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"Our home is at great risk: there is an individual that threatens the stability of our world. He must be destroyed, or otherwise removed from Chicane. We have searched this land, Tallada, and seen little else that matches your mental prowess. You, Daman Ra, High Adept of Istade, have been selected to take part in a tournament. With this, Chicane shall determine who will be strong enough to eliminate the Joker."
Code:
"Then walk the worlds with us, Daman Ra, and we shall show you the simple truth that we have told you.""What is this place? How did you bring me here?" Daman asked, intrigued by this Diamond representative and his abilities.
Code:
"We are showing you events of Chicane's past,"
Code:
"This is the Castle of Spades. Now only the Ace remains. But enough. Watch as the Joker ends a royal line in mere moments."
Code:
"Left unchecked, the Joker is nigh implacable. We believe that only those outside of Chicane's magical boundaries are capable of standing against it,"
Code:
"Daman Ra, we give you the offer few others have had. Accept our offer, and partake in the Tournament... help us to destroy the Joker. Should you succeed, power immeasurable, and the gift of walking between worlds will be granted to you. As you say, knowledge is power. We shall give you access to reams of information that none on Tallada could ever know."
Code:
"Many others like yourself: people who are not native to Chicane. The four Suits will choose their champions from across time and space themselves,"
Code:
"There is a likely chance of death in combat, though should you choose, you may surrender and forfeit your battle to live another day. Should you lose your match, we will return you to Istade and you may continue your life as you did before, unimpeded by Chicane ever again.""I see... In that case, I accept. I will assist in any way I can to rid you and your kind of this abomination," he eventually said, his expression determined and grim.
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"The only way for you to do so is to participate in the Tournament, High Adept. The Diamond Suit wishes you luck in all endeavours."
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Gah, so many sheets are starting to arrive, I thought this would be a good opportunity to say I've got a character sheet in the works and it'll hopefully be finished by tomorrow. Out of interest will there be a limit on the number of players who are eventually accepted?
Name: Issac Daft
Nickname: Sweet Prince
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: A individual of average height though possessing a powerful, if somewhat thin, build, Issac Daft has a body compromised of wiry yet shockingly powerful muscle. He was fair, almost flawless, skin, though it has been ruined by innumerable scars, many of them located around his face, giving him something of an rough appearance. He has vibrant green eyes and a clean shaven head. Issac appears far older than he truly is and many assume him to be feeble because of it.
He dresses in a rather atypical manner for a professional fighter, wearing clothing normally reserved for formal occasions on a daily basis. A white dress shirt covers his chest, worn under a black vest with golden buttons. A stylish pair of black, finger-less gloves shield his hands from any bruising. He complements these with a pair of dark gray trousers held up with an expensive belt and formal dress shoes.
Weapons: Issac has no weapons as his disposal aside from his fists and feet, though considering his prowess as a kick-boxer he finds himself more than capable of defeating better equipped opponents.
Powers: Although possessing no supernatural abilities, Issac Daft is in peak physical condition, being a superb athlete in every sense of the word. He is stronger, quicker and more durable than the common man and, due to intense training, is able to regulate his heart rate and adrenaline levels.
It has been noted that he seemingly never tires, the man being capable of holding his own for many hours at a time without so much as breaking a sweat. He also seems to handle a lot of punishment and fight through most serious injuries, although this can be credited to a lifetime of boxing having numbed his body's response to pain.
Strengths: Issac is something of a prodigy in the world of kickboxing, never having lost a match in a career that has lasted over half his life. He firmly believes a good offense is the best defense and, as such, utilizes a highly aggressive style designed to create and exploit openings while not allowing his opponent a chance to strike back.
Weaknesses: Issac lacks any means of fighting at a distance and, as such, must close in on his opponents before being able to do any damage. His refusal to fight with a weapon also tends to put him at a serious disadvantage against armored opponents.
Personality: Issac is, first and foremost, an impeccable gentlemen, being polite and well-mannered, but by the same token, obsessed with status. He considers one's class an individual's most important attribute, often looking down at others whom belong to the lower rungs of society and have no time for sport or intellectual pursuit. He does seem to view other fighters highly, however, although he does show an immense hatred for those who cheat or fight unfairly, magicians and assassins being lower than dirt in his mind due to his disapproval of their methods.
He is typically friendly although a bit of snob, often talking down to those he considers beneath him though rarely being openly hostile. He does lighten up a little bit while in the mist of a fight, often treating opponents he deems to be worthy as if they were close friends of his. He frowns upon the act of killing another man whom fights honorably, especially those he considers to be weaker than him and, as such, often pulls his punches as to both avoid claiming an opponents life and to even the playing field.
Fear: Issac, being the sort whom prefers everything spotless, has become something of a germaphobe, terrified of all things unclean. He despises all forms of pests, whether they be insects or vermin, much to the point he can barely stand to look at them. He is also deeply unnerved by filth, decay and bacteria, although has learned to tolerate these to a certain degree.
Suit: Spades
Bio: Although he tells his life-story otherwise, Issac was, without a doubt, born into poverty. He was made to work in the mines to help support his family, where he was exposed to dangerous conditions; low to no visibility, cave-ins, faulty explosives and, perhaps worst of all, disease. Rats, poisonous gases from deep within the earth and bizarre diseases were a regular occurrence and, as such, developed a powerful fear of bacteria and filth, aware of their destructive power if left unchecked. The child, although young, had wishes for a future that didn't end in such a manner and, after his thirteenth birthday, managed to escape the mines.
His pay was abysmal, making only marginally more than the common slave, but he manged to save enough of his acquired wealth to put himself through basic schooling and buy himself a new pair of clothing, along with his first adequate meal. He studied the arts, history and mathematics and, due to his desire to become wealthy, became an exceptional student. He eventually landed an apprenticeship with a wealthy entrepreneur and made a salary many times greater than that he earned in his former life as a miner, but, nevertheless, found it to be dull. It did, however, give him an opportunity to spend time at his' bosses country club every now and then, where he first came in contact with the sport that would lead him to fame; boxing.
Aware that, provided he handled himself properly within the ring, he could make a fortune as a professional pugilist. He spent roughly a year training and, after his seventeenth birthday, stepped into the ring for the first time and, thus, a legend was born.
His debut on the boxing circuit all those years had lead him to fame and fortune, but, despite his immense wealth and popularity, he remained unsatisfied with his life due to his inability to truly integrate into the social elite due to his poor background. He was the son of a coal miner and, no matter how hard he tried to erase his past, it always followed him, like a shadow. He was a Spade and nothing would change that; no amount of grooming would remove the blood and ash that had once fallen upon his skin, no teachings would ever remove the period in time where he found himself unable to read and the heights he rose to could never overcome the depths he had crawled out of.
Nickname: Sweet Prince
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: A individual of average height though possessing a powerful, if somewhat thin, build, Issac Daft has a body compromised of wiry yet shockingly powerful muscle. He was fair, almost flawless, skin, though it has been ruined by innumerable scars, many of them located around his face, giving him something of an rough appearance. He has vibrant green eyes and a clean shaven head. Issac appears far older than he truly is and many assume him to be feeble because of it.
He dresses in a rather atypical manner for a professional fighter, wearing clothing normally reserved for formal occasions on a daily basis. A white dress shirt covers his chest, worn under a black vest with golden buttons. A stylish pair of black, finger-less gloves shield his hands from any bruising. He complements these with a pair of dark gray trousers held up with an expensive belt and formal dress shoes.
Weapons: Issac has no weapons as his disposal aside from his fists and feet, though considering his prowess as a kick-boxer he finds himself more than capable of defeating better equipped opponents.
Powers: Although possessing no supernatural abilities, Issac Daft is in peak physical condition, being a superb athlete in every sense of the word. He is stronger, quicker and more durable than the common man and, due to intense training, is able to regulate his heart rate and adrenaline levels.
It has been noted that he seemingly never tires, the man being capable of holding his own for many hours at a time without so much as breaking a sweat. He also seems to handle a lot of punishment and fight through most serious injuries, although this can be credited to a lifetime of boxing having numbed his body's response to pain.
Strengths: Issac is something of a prodigy in the world of kickboxing, never having lost a match in a career that has lasted over half his life. He firmly believes a good offense is the best defense and, as such, utilizes a highly aggressive style designed to create and exploit openings while not allowing his opponent a chance to strike back.
Weaknesses: Issac lacks any means of fighting at a distance and, as such, must close in on his opponents before being able to do any damage. His refusal to fight with a weapon also tends to put him at a serious disadvantage against armored opponents.
Personality: Issac is, first and foremost, an impeccable gentlemen, being polite and well-mannered, but by the same token, obsessed with status. He considers one's class an individual's most important attribute, often looking down at others whom belong to the lower rungs of society and have no time for sport or intellectual pursuit. He does seem to view other fighters highly, however, although he does show an immense hatred for those who cheat or fight unfairly, magicians and assassins being lower than dirt in his mind due to his disapproval of their methods.
He is typically friendly although a bit of snob, often talking down to those he considers beneath him though rarely being openly hostile. He does lighten up a little bit while in the mist of a fight, often treating opponents he deems to be worthy as if they were close friends of his. He frowns upon the act of killing another man whom fights honorably, especially those he considers to be weaker than him and, as such, often pulls his punches as to both avoid claiming an opponents life and to even the playing field.
Fear: Issac, being the sort whom prefers everything spotless, has become something of a germaphobe, terrified of all things unclean. He despises all forms of pests, whether they be insects or vermin, much to the point he can barely stand to look at them. He is also deeply unnerved by filth, decay and bacteria, although has learned to tolerate these to a certain degree.
Suit: Spades
Bio: Although he tells his life-story otherwise, Issac was, without a doubt, born into poverty. He was made to work in the mines to help support his family, where he was exposed to dangerous conditions; low to no visibility, cave-ins, faulty explosives and, perhaps worst of all, disease. Rats, poisonous gases from deep within the earth and bizarre diseases were a regular occurrence and, as such, developed a powerful fear of bacteria and filth, aware of their destructive power if left unchecked. The child, although young, had wishes for a future that didn't end in such a manner and, after his thirteenth birthday, managed to escape the mines.
His pay was abysmal, making only marginally more than the common slave, but he manged to save enough of his acquired wealth to put himself through basic schooling and buy himself a new pair of clothing, along with his first adequate meal. He studied the arts, history and mathematics and, due to his desire to become wealthy, became an exceptional student. He eventually landed an apprenticeship with a wealthy entrepreneur and made a salary many times greater than that he earned in his former life as a miner, but, nevertheless, found it to be dull. It did, however, give him an opportunity to spend time at his' bosses country club every now and then, where he first came in contact with the sport that would lead him to fame; boxing.
Aware that, provided he handled himself properly within the ring, he could make a fortune as a professional pugilist. He spent roughly a year training and, after his seventeenth birthday, stepped into the ring for the first time and, thus, a legend was born.
His debut on the boxing circuit all those years had lead him to fame and fortune, but, despite his immense wealth and popularity, he remained unsatisfied with his life due to his inability to truly integrate into the social elite due to his poor background. He was the son of a coal miner and, no matter how hard he tried to erase his past, it always followed him, like a shadow. He was a Spade and nothing would change that; no amount of grooming would remove the blood and ash that had once fallen upon his skin, no teachings would ever remove the period in time where he found himself unable to read and the heights he rose to could never overcome the depths he had crawled out of.
I've got a lot on my plate with college application, but I figure this might help me break my writer's block.
I'll be working on this gradually, so more's coming.
Issac stood, motionless, his arms crossed as he stared out towards the horizon from his balcony. It was a typical, if somewhat dreary, morning, one that began with a cup of the finest coffee available, served in a mug made of silver and gold, the handle crafted from black ivory and the base with dark wood. A dull, uninterested look filled his eyes as he surveyed the ocean below, watching ships filled with imported liquor and exotic spices enter the harbor. This was the peak of his excitement during his time away from the ring, the rest of his day either going to be spent gambling with the various aristocrats that populated the village or used to view the plays being shown at the local opera house, neither of which he particular enjoyed doing, but did so as to give a positive impression to the rest of the upper-class.
A loud sigh escaped his lungs as he turned his back towards the window, his focus shifting from the vast sea that lied before him to the noise of footsteps outside his office, aware that it was most likely his butler and personal assistant, Stephen Grady. As his body pivoted to face the front of the room, the door slowly creaked open and the small figure entered his office.
"Ah, Stephen, a bit early in the morning for you to be barging in my personal quarters, isn't it?" Issac said, smiling weakly.
"Perhaps it is, Mr. Daft, but it would seem you have a visitor."
"Is that so?" Issac inquired, his left eyebrow raising slightly. "I don't have any appointments today, do I?"
"No, sir, but the man seems to be here on important business."
"What sort of business?"
"He wishes you to fight tournament, sir."
"Send him away," Issac ordered, "I've got a manager and, if he wishes me to fight in an organized event, he should arrange it with hi-"
It was before Issac had a chance to finish his sentence that a powerful voice, deep and ominous, reverberated throughout the walls of his office. The event is hardly an organized one, Issac Daft. The ground below him seemingly shook with each word that it spoke; every syllable of which causing the windows of his room to crack. His assistant, having jumped the moment he first heard the otherworldly voice, was clearly in shock; Issac, on the contrary, seemed far calmer than anyone in his position should have been.
"On second thought, I think I'll accept," Issac said, clearing his throat, "it's been a while since I've actually fought in a competition that interested me and perhaps this'll be just the thing to help me deal with my boredom. Not to mention I doubt I have much of a choice in the matter, so I doubt objecting to it any further will do me any good..."
A loud sigh escaped his lungs as he turned his back towards the window, his focus shifting from the vast sea that lied before him to the noise of footsteps outside his office, aware that it was most likely his butler and personal assistant, Stephen Grady. As his body pivoted to face the front of the room, the door slowly creaked open and the small figure entered his office.
"Ah, Stephen, a bit early in the morning for you to be barging in my personal quarters, isn't it?" Issac said, smiling weakly.
"Perhaps it is, Mr. Daft, but it would seem you have a visitor."
"Is that so?" Issac inquired, his left eyebrow raising slightly. "I don't have any appointments today, do I?"
"No, sir, but the man seems to be here on important business."
"What sort of business?"
"He wishes you to fight tournament, sir."
"Send him away," Issac ordered, "I've got a manager and, if he wishes me to fight in an organized event, he should arrange it with hi-"
It was before Issac had a chance to finish his sentence that a powerful voice, deep and ominous, reverberated throughout the walls of his office. The event is hardly an organized one, Issac Daft. The ground below him seemingly shook with each word that it spoke; every syllable of which causing the windows of his room to crack. His assistant, having jumped the moment he first heard the otherworldly voice, was clearly in shock; Issac, on the contrary, seemed far calmer than anyone in his position should have been.
"On second thought, I think I'll accept," Issac said, clearing his throat, "it's been a while since I've actually fought in a competition that interested me and perhaps this'll be just the thing to help me deal with my boredom. Not to mention I doubt I have much of a choice in the matter, so I doubt objecting to it any further will do me any good..."
DO IT ANYWAYKhedive Rex said:
But seriously, I hope you can compete this time!
Back to business; a question was raised in the group about Suits. I'm just popping in to say that if you aren't sure which Suit your character belongs to, give me a shout and I'll drop you a suggestion either here or via PM. You can decide from there if you wish to continue with it or not.
Now that it's the weekend, I don't have to go to the gym today, My RP has slowed down and I have some free time I wrote up a character. Well technically I wrote up two characters >.>
Okay here is my character if there is anything wrong with it I can edit it. Also I never got a reply from the PM I sent you Krunk so I am assuming that it was just a glitch in the server or something so if you have any criticisms I can change my character.
Edit: I also didn't forget about my Submission bit, I will write that when I have more time since writing my character took awhile >.>
Edit 2: Edit 3: I have finished my submission now. I must say that it was hard not to call him the ace of spades >.>
Edit 4: Also I will probably play around with my character sheet a few times. I like to add and subtract things a lot. There will not be any major changes but I do change a lot of smaller details often >.>
Name: Troy Pittman
Nickname: The Wanderer
Age: 23
Appearance: Troy is a Caucasian male that stands at 6'2" (188 CM) tall and weighs around 190 Lbs. Troy isn't particularly big but he is a little muscular. He has short brown hair and brown eyes and a short goatee.
Clothing: Troy wears a black shirt under a light chest armor that is dark red he also wears a brown trench coat over that. He wears long black pants that are tucked into his black boots.
Weapons: Troy carries around a medium sized sword. He also has a small dagger that he can use with his left hand when the need arises so he can use two weapons at once.
Powers:Troy has a split personality who is a better fighter than him that appears when troy is knocked out. The split personality is also very evil and ruthless (See separate character sheet)
Strengths: Troy excels in close range combat and is a very skilled fighter. He is not overpowering with his strength but relies on how he controls the battle and his blade to find an opening to strike.
Weaknesses: As stated before Troy is not very strong and can be overpowered very easily and does not wear a lot of armor making it easy to hurt him with a simple attack. Troy is also very weak at controlling his emotions making it very easy to overwhelm him emotionally.
Personality: Troy is very nice guy who isn't overly mean to anyone not even his enemies. He is confident in his abilities as a fighter and has a tendency to stand up for others.
Fear: Troy's worst fear is that his evil personality will take over his body as every time it takes over it's control becomes stronger. Troy also has a deep fear of letting someone down and will go out of his way for someone if they put their trust in him.
Suit: Suit of Spades
Bio: Troy was born to a poor working family. Troy spent most of his life working the mines with his father. When Troy was 16 he found an interest in sword fighting and spent what little free time he had practicing it. About 2 years later Bandits raided his village and killed his father in front of him. The leader of the bandits that killed Troy's dad then walked up to Troy smiled and then kicked him in the face knocking him out. When Troy came to all the bandits were slaughtered and he had a sword in his hand that had blood on it.
Troy then decided that he shouldn't stay in his village anymore because of the horrible memories it held. Troy didn't know what he wanted to do with his life so he decided to wander the world trying to find his purpose in life. During his travels he took the odd jobs and hunted down a few bounties. Troy also became a better fighter during his travels and his fighting style is very odd as he taught himself how to fight.
Nickname: The Wanderer
Age: 23
Appearance: Troy is a Caucasian male that stands at 6'2" (188 CM) tall and weighs around 190 Lbs. Troy isn't particularly big but he is a little muscular. He has short brown hair and brown eyes and a short goatee.
Clothing: Troy wears a black shirt under a light chest armor that is dark red he also wears a brown trench coat over that. He wears long black pants that are tucked into his black boots.
Weapons: Troy carries around a medium sized sword. He also has a small dagger that he can use with his left hand when the need arises so he can use two weapons at once.
Powers:Troy has a split personality who is a better fighter than him that appears when troy is knocked out. The split personality is also very evil and ruthless (See separate character sheet)
Strengths: Troy excels in close range combat and is a very skilled fighter. He is not overpowering with his strength but relies on how he controls the battle and his blade to find an opening to strike.
Weaknesses: As stated before Troy is not very strong and can be overpowered very easily and does not wear a lot of armor making it easy to hurt him with a simple attack. Troy is also very weak at controlling his emotions making it very easy to overwhelm him emotionally.
Personality: Troy is very nice guy who isn't overly mean to anyone not even his enemies. He is confident in his abilities as a fighter and has a tendency to stand up for others.
Fear: Troy's worst fear is that his evil personality will take over his body as every time it takes over it's control becomes stronger. Troy also has a deep fear of letting someone down and will go out of his way for someone if they put their trust in him.
Suit: Suit of Spades
Bio: Troy was born to a poor working family. Troy spent most of his life working the mines with his father. When Troy was 16 he found an interest in sword fighting and spent what little free time he had practicing it. About 2 years later Bandits raided his village and killed his father in front of him. The leader of the bandits that killed Troy's dad then walked up to Troy smiled and then kicked him in the face knocking him out. When Troy came to all the bandits were slaughtered and he had a sword in his hand that had blood on it.
Troy then decided that he shouldn't stay in his village anymore because of the horrible memories it held. Troy didn't know what he wanted to do with his life so he decided to wander the world trying to find his purpose in life. During his travels he took the odd jobs and hunted down a few bounties. Troy also became a better fighter during his travels and his fighting style is very odd as he taught himself how to fight.
Name: Troy Pittman
Nickname: The Demon
Appearance: He looks like the regular Troy but his hair is gray and his eyes are red instead of Troy?s normal eye and hair color.
Clothing: See Troy?s character sheet
Weapons: Evil Troy uses the same type of weapons as Troy but the weapons Evil Troy use the metal of the blade turns pitch black and have spikes coming out of the blade. Sort of like This [http://jodysamson.com/images/swords/7-19-06/curved-sword.jpg] just black and has some spikes coming out of the blade.
Powers: Evil Troy feels no pain, Since he has taken over the body all the pain he receives is sent to the normal Troy and he feels nothing in battle.
Strengths: All of Troy?s natural skills at sword fighting come from Evil Troy?s mastery of fighting. Evil Troy is a more reformed and much more skilled swordsman then Troy.
Weaknesses: Evil Troy enjoys his time in control of the body and will take his time with his enemies ?Playing? with them. He also likes to leave himself open for attacks at times allowing him to raise the stakes in the battle making it much more thrilling for him. There are also times when the normal Troy tries to fight him for control of the body leaving him motionless while this is happening.
Personality: Evil Troy is a sadist and loves to watch his enemies cower in front of him begging for his mercy before he kills them. He also shows no mercy or remorse killing all that oppose him. He also talks very rarely, he usually just stares at his enemies with an emotionless stare. If he has discovered a good challenge he will start to laugh a little and have a creepy smile on his face.
Fears: Evil Troy?s only fear is a father. Since Troy?s father?s death left such a large emotional scar on him Evil Troy finds it hard to kill a father.
Bio: Deep in Troy?s subconscious lies his evil side. Throughout the beginning of Troy?s life his evil side was very small and had no power over his subconscious. It wasn?t until Troy found an interest in sword fighting that his evil side started to gain power. While the normal troy found sword fighting to be an enjoyable hobby, Evil Troy was taken in by it and was sometimes able to take control of Troy?s body for short periods of time when Troy went to sleep and Evil Troy spent this time vigorously training in sword fighting. This also had a trickle down effect which made the normal Troy gain some abilities in sword fighting.
This continued for two years until the bandits came to their village. When the bandits killed his father and knocked out Troy, Troy?s evil side was able to take control of the body. All the rage and sadness that Troy had felt at the moment of his father?s death had made Evil Troy much more powerful. Evil Troy then slaughtered all the bandits and made sure to kill the one that killed his father very slowly.
With this event Evil Troy had become more powerful in troy?s subconscious and gained the ability to take control of the body at times. He also made his prescience known to Troy and told him that one day he will take full control of the body and Troy?s personality will fade away.
Nickname: The Demon
Appearance: He looks like the regular Troy but his hair is gray and his eyes are red instead of Troy?s normal eye and hair color.
Clothing: See Troy?s character sheet
Weapons: Evil Troy uses the same type of weapons as Troy but the weapons Evil Troy use the metal of the blade turns pitch black and have spikes coming out of the blade. Sort of like This [http://jodysamson.com/images/swords/7-19-06/curved-sword.jpg] just black and has some spikes coming out of the blade.
Powers: Evil Troy feels no pain, Since he has taken over the body all the pain he receives is sent to the normal Troy and he feels nothing in battle.
Strengths: All of Troy?s natural skills at sword fighting come from Evil Troy?s mastery of fighting. Evil Troy is a more reformed and much more skilled swordsman then Troy.
Weaknesses: Evil Troy enjoys his time in control of the body and will take his time with his enemies ?Playing? with them. He also likes to leave himself open for attacks at times allowing him to raise the stakes in the battle making it much more thrilling for him. There are also times when the normal Troy tries to fight him for control of the body leaving him motionless while this is happening.
Personality: Evil Troy is a sadist and loves to watch his enemies cower in front of him begging for his mercy before he kills them. He also shows no mercy or remorse killing all that oppose him. He also talks very rarely, he usually just stares at his enemies with an emotionless stare. If he has discovered a good challenge he will start to laugh a little and have a creepy smile on his face.
Fears: Evil Troy?s only fear is a father. Since Troy?s father?s death left such a large emotional scar on him Evil Troy finds it hard to kill a father.
Bio: Deep in Troy?s subconscious lies his evil side. Throughout the beginning of Troy?s life his evil side was very small and had no power over his subconscious. It wasn?t until Troy found an interest in sword fighting that his evil side started to gain power. While the normal troy found sword fighting to be an enjoyable hobby, Evil Troy was taken in by it and was sometimes able to take control of Troy?s body for short periods of time when Troy went to sleep and Evil Troy spent this time vigorously training in sword fighting. This also had a trickle down effect which made the normal Troy gain some abilities in sword fighting.
This continued for two years until the bandits came to their village. When the bandits killed his father and knocked out Troy, Troy?s evil side was able to take control of the body. All the rage and sadness that Troy had felt at the moment of his father?s death had made Evil Troy much more powerful. Evil Troy then slaughtered all the bandits and made sure to kill the one that killed his father very slowly.
With this event Evil Troy had become more powerful in troy?s subconscious and gained the ability to take control of the body at times. He also made his prescience known to Troy and told him that one day he will take full control of the body and Troy?s personality will fade away.
Okay here is my character if there is anything wrong with it I can edit it. Also I never got a reply from the PM I sent you Krunk so I am assuming that it was just a glitch in the server or something so if you have any criticisms I can change my character.
Edit: I also didn't forget about my Submission bit, I will write that when I have more time since writing my character took awhile >.>
Edit 2: Edit 3: I have finished my submission now. I must say that it was hard not to call him the ace of spades >.>
It was a clear day and the mercenary Troy Pittman was resting on a large rock taking in the days warm sunlight. Troy had not a care in the world as he just laid there in his own little zone as he thought that he would love for that moment to last forever. Suddenly Troy felt a presence near him breaking him out of his trance and making him once again aware of the world around him.
"Strange, I didn't hear anyone walk over here." Troy thought as he sleepily opened an eye to see who was there. What Troy saw was a man in a white robe he couldn't make out the mans face, all he could see was that the man had glowing eyes. Looking at the strange man Troy could tell that this man meant bad news and that he should try to avoid contact with him.
"Hey, if you didn't know I'm a mercenary and I don't like to be bothered." Troy said without getting up, hoping that would be enough to make the man leave. The man started to laugh causing chills to run down Troy's neck, every fiber in his being compelled him to get away from this man but his body wouldn't move.
"I know who you are Troy Pittman." The man began in an ominous voice. "I was promised a mighty warrior yet you are below my expectations." The man said while walking closer to Troy and then suddenly stopping. Troy had never felt the sensation of being helpless in front of a foe before. His body wouldn't respond to the command to move and it felt like he was being held down. All Troy could do was close his eyes and await his fate.
Suddenly he heard a woman scream and when he opened his eyes the man was gone. Troy's only thought was to save the screaming woman and he rushed towards the scene of the noise. He discovered three large bandits, the one in the middle was holding a sword and blood was dripping from it. He saw a man laying in a pool of blood in front of the bandit. There was a woman holding a young man both of whom were crying at the death of the man but Troy could not make out any of their faces.
"Hey stop right there!" Troy started until he saw the bandit in the middle turn around. What he saw shocked him beyond belief, the bandit was in fact the one that killed his father all those years ago. Troy looked up in disbelief and then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face, it was in fact the face of his deceased mother. "No" Troy said softly as he started to back up unable to handle the situation.
Troy was emotionally shocked and then the world he was in turned into his burning village that fateful day. He could hear the screams of all the villagers as they were slaughtered and he could not stop any of it. The screams were tearing up Troy from the inside, he brought his hands up to his ears to try to make the screams stop but they continued to pierce his skull.
"no...NO!" Troy shouted while clenching his ears while the screams around him dug into his subconscious. The world around Troy started to disappear until he was all alone in a world filled with black. "What's it feel like to know people are suffering around you and you can't do a thing about it?" The voice of the man whispered into Troy's ear.
"It must feel terrible to watch your father's death a second time. Knowing that you have the power to save him but you can't do it." The voice continued to whisper into Troy's ear. he couldn't think anymore, all of this was too much for him to handle and he finally snapped.
Troy's senses started to fail him and everything started to become quiet. Troy's mind couldn't take this kind of stress and troy passed out. The world around him started to go back to normal while he collapsed onto the ground. The man was standing in front of Troy as Troy collapsed onto the ground. "Disappointing, a good warrior should be handle that amount of emotional stress." The man said softly as he turned around to walk away.
Something started to awaken in deep in Troy's mind. A mindless blood lust started to take over his mind whispering the words "[sub][sub]kill[/sub][/sub], [sub]kill[/sub], kill" the words becoming stronger each time it was said. The darkness in Troy's mind had begun to take over filling it with thoughts of killing.
The man stopped in his tracks as a sharp jolt ran through his back. "Interesting, so this kid had another side to him." The man said as he turned around to look at Troy who was still laying on the ground. He also noticed that Troy's hair was beginning to change color.
Inside Troy's mind the darkness slowly started to take control of his mind causing his body to change representing the changing of minds. The darkness then took complete control of Troy's mind causing a full change of his outer appearance.
"What power! Who could have guessed this kid had such power hidden away!" The man yelled infatuated with Troy's hidden power. "I better stop this transformation before he becomes too powerful." The man said nonchalantly as he walked up to Troy.
Troy's mind was in a state of chaos as the evil in his mind started to take over. The real Troy was going through a hell much worse than what he had just gone through. Thoughts of violence, thoughts of killing started to flood his mind as he was show images of all the horrible things his evil side intended to do once he was free.
Troy tried to fight back but was unable to fight the evil that was taking over his mind. Troy tried to shout but he could not make a sound, he knew that he was alone and that no one could save him."[sub]Boy, do you want to stop the evil in your mind?[/sub]" The man's voice whispered in Troy's ear.
Troy on the verge of tears still unable to talk just nodded his head. "If you want my help you must agree to become the spades ace and fight to restore Chicane. Do you accept these terms?" The man's voice continued to whisper in Troy's ear. Unable to refuse the offer being made to him Troy nodded his head in agreement. "Excellent." The man whispered to himself, getting what he came to this world for.
Troy then felt a sensation and he could feel the darkness receding in his mind. Troy was ecstatic as he had tried for so long to get rid of his evil side and now it was becoming a reality. Troy could feel the darkness receding but then he felt that the darkness stopped getting weaker. Troy then heard an evil laugh and then the worst pain he ever felt rushed into his head. It felt to him that his head was being ripped apart and he felt the presence of the darkness get closer and closer until it stopped.
"Awake!" The man said as color started to return to Troy's world. "What did you do to me?" Troy said disoriented from the experience. "I combined the two sides of you. Now your evil side has some control of your mind." The man said nonchalantly. "WHAT! Why would you do that!?" Troy shouted confused and afraid of the repercussions of this.
"As you are now you could not even win one battle. The only reason you are alive right now is because of the power of your evil side, if it wasn't for him I would have left you to die!" The man yelled. "It is not all lost though. Become a warrior strong enough to defeat your evil side! Or your evil side will take over your body." The man said warning Troy of what could happen if he wasn't strong enough.
"Take this" The man said as he reached into his pocket and threw something at Troy. Troy caught it and he discovered it to be a card, Troy turned it over and saw that the card was the Ace of Spades. "Be ready for your call to action, for it will be swift and without warning." The man said as a bright light blinded Troy for a second. When Troy looked back up the man was gone. Troy was stuck standing there clenching the card fearful of what the future held for him.
"Strange, I didn't hear anyone walk over here." Troy thought as he sleepily opened an eye to see who was there. What Troy saw was a man in a white robe he couldn't make out the mans face, all he could see was that the man had glowing eyes. Looking at the strange man Troy could tell that this man meant bad news and that he should try to avoid contact with him.
"Hey, if you didn't know I'm a mercenary and I don't like to be bothered." Troy said without getting up, hoping that would be enough to make the man leave. The man started to laugh causing chills to run down Troy's neck, every fiber in his being compelled him to get away from this man but his body wouldn't move.
"I know who you are Troy Pittman." The man began in an ominous voice. "I was promised a mighty warrior yet you are below my expectations." The man said while walking closer to Troy and then suddenly stopping. Troy had never felt the sensation of being helpless in front of a foe before. His body wouldn't respond to the command to move and it felt like he was being held down. All Troy could do was close his eyes and await his fate.
Suddenly he heard a woman scream and when he opened his eyes the man was gone. Troy's only thought was to save the screaming woman and he rushed towards the scene of the noise. He discovered three large bandits, the one in the middle was holding a sword and blood was dripping from it. He saw a man laying in a pool of blood in front of the bandit. There was a woman holding a young man both of whom were crying at the death of the man but Troy could not make out any of their faces.
"Hey stop right there!" Troy started until he saw the bandit in the middle turn around. What he saw shocked him beyond belief, the bandit was in fact the one that killed his father all those years ago. Troy looked up in disbelief and then he caught a glimpse of the woman's face, it was in fact the face of his deceased mother. "No" Troy said softly as he started to back up unable to handle the situation.
Troy was emotionally shocked and then the world he was in turned into his burning village that fateful day. He could hear the screams of all the villagers as they were slaughtered and he could not stop any of it. The screams were tearing up Troy from the inside, he brought his hands up to his ears to try to make the screams stop but they continued to pierce his skull.
"no...NO!" Troy shouted while clenching his ears while the screams around him dug into his subconscious. The world around Troy started to disappear until he was all alone in a world filled with black. "What's it feel like to know people are suffering around you and you can't do a thing about it?" The voice of the man whispered into Troy's ear.
"It must feel terrible to watch your father's death a second time. Knowing that you have the power to save him but you can't do it." The voice continued to whisper into Troy's ear. he couldn't think anymore, all of this was too much for him to handle and he finally snapped.
Troy's senses started to fail him and everything started to become quiet. Troy's mind couldn't take this kind of stress and troy passed out. The world around him started to go back to normal while he collapsed onto the ground. The man was standing in front of Troy as Troy collapsed onto the ground. "Disappointing, a good warrior should be handle that amount of emotional stress." The man said softly as he turned around to walk away.
Something started to awaken in deep in Troy's mind. A mindless blood lust started to take over his mind whispering the words "[sub][sub]kill[/sub][/sub], [sub]kill[/sub], kill" the words becoming stronger each time it was said. The darkness in Troy's mind had begun to take over filling it with thoughts of killing.
The man stopped in his tracks as a sharp jolt ran through his back. "Interesting, so this kid had another side to him." The man said as he turned around to look at Troy who was still laying on the ground. He also noticed that Troy's hair was beginning to change color.
Inside Troy's mind the darkness slowly started to take control of his mind causing his body to change representing the changing of minds. The darkness then took complete control of Troy's mind causing a full change of his outer appearance.
"What power! Who could have guessed this kid had such power hidden away!" The man yelled infatuated with Troy's hidden power. "I better stop this transformation before he becomes too powerful." The man said nonchalantly as he walked up to Troy.
Troy's mind was in a state of chaos as the evil in his mind started to take over. The real Troy was going through a hell much worse than what he had just gone through. Thoughts of violence, thoughts of killing started to flood his mind as he was show images of all the horrible things his evil side intended to do once he was free.
Troy tried to fight back but was unable to fight the evil that was taking over his mind. Troy tried to shout but he could not make a sound, he knew that he was alone and that no one could save him."[sub]Boy, do you want to stop the evil in your mind?[/sub]" The man's voice whispered in Troy's ear.
Troy on the verge of tears still unable to talk just nodded his head. "If you want my help you must agree to become the spades ace and fight to restore Chicane. Do you accept these terms?" The man's voice continued to whisper in Troy's ear. Unable to refuse the offer being made to him Troy nodded his head in agreement. "Excellent." The man whispered to himself, getting what he came to this world for.
Troy then felt a sensation and he could feel the darkness receding in his mind. Troy was ecstatic as he had tried for so long to get rid of his evil side and now it was becoming a reality. Troy could feel the darkness receding but then he felt that the darkness stopped getting weaker. Troy then heard an evil laugh and then the worst pain he ever felt rushed into his head. It felt to him that his head was being ripped apart and he felt the presence of the darkness get closer and closer until it stopped.
"Awake!" The man said as color started to return to Troy's world. "What did you do to me?" Troy said disoriented from the experience. "I combined the two sides of you. Now your evil side has some control of your mind." The man said nonchalantly. "WHAT! Why would you do that!?" Troy shouted confused and afraid of the repercussions of this.
"As you are now you could not even win one battle. The only reason you are alive right now is because of the power of your evil side, if it wasn't for him I would have left you to die!" The man yelled. "It is not all lost though. Become a warrior strong enough to defeat your evil side! Or your evil side will take over your body." The man said warning Troy of what could happen if he wasn't strong enough.
"Take this" The man said as he reached into his pocket and threw something at Troy. Troy caught it and he discovered it to be a card, Troy turned it over and saw that the card was the Ace of Spades. "Be ready for your call to action, for it will be swift and without warning." The man said as a bright light blinded Troy for a second. When Troy looked back up the man was gone. Troy was stuck standing there clenching the card fearful of what the future held for him.
Edit 4: Also I will probably play around with my character sheet a few times. I like to add and subtract things a lot. There will not be any major changes but I do change a lot of smaller details often >.>
Curse you for making me break my perfect post count number Rex, but if you're going to throw in your hat, I may just have to do the same. Details pending.Khedive Rex said:
EDIT: Earlier I finished reading the final entries for the last Ratings War and was very impressed. Both finalists' posts were great. I'm surprised that Zombie_Fish won though...not because I didn't enjoy his entry - it was good - I just loved Armitage Shanks' style and overall theme more.
But the judging is all subjective and the entries were both pretty close in quality so it doesn't matter.
Anyway, still no sheet as of yet but hopefully I'll have something for y'all to read through tomorrow...
But the judging is all subjective and the entries were both pretty close in quality so it doesn't matter.
Anyway, still no sheet as of yet but hopefully I'll have something for y'all to read through tomorrow...
