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~Trainer Initiation--Khaeos vs Lennon ~
04.03.03, 11:06:48
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10 posts before kill
After 10 posts kills are allowed, each player is allowed a kill and the total fight shall be judged by an impartial judge
Totally fair fight
Each post must be 5 lines (not including dialogue)
No editing posts after your opponent has posted. Editing before they post is allowed however.
You post first Lennon.... |
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Oldest Fogey--FFR Oldies ; n00b HQ ~ Boot Camp
Clan : Kilika 9
Current Project: Helping new people get on their feet, teaching people how to rp, and continuing in the lines of what I was doing last iteration of FFR.
Note: The RP Quizzes are postponed for the moment. Once an RP economy is set up, and I get a sponsor or RP...they will return. Otherwise, it will just be for fun.
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here's my bio
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Name: Drakinia
Age: 20
Class: Hunter
Build: medium, slightly above average muscle build.
Hair: Dark brown, bordering on black, has a few strands of lighter brown hair in there that stands out particularly in the light.
Eyes: Brown
Clothes: Thick animal hides adorn his body, he wears a chain of bear teeth around his neck, a trophy he took when he killed a bear with his bare hands when it attacked him for his food. He wears thick jeans, held up by a blood stained leather belt, thick soft leather boots (reinforced with metal caps under the surface of the boots), the tops are covered with thick wolf fur. He wears a loose fitting, tattered black t-shirt.
Apart from those articles of clothing he also has a few pieces of armour, some he had custom made and some he salvaged from fallen enemies, he has two shoulder plates (these are a dark gold colour and are adorned by intricate metalwork engravings and some jewels), he also has two armour gloves, these offer light protection to his hands and allow for maximum hand dexterity, and the short,sharp, strong claws on the ends of the fingers are primarily used for climbing, but can also be used offensively if necessary.
The left glove is attached to a forearm guard which is made of a deep black metal and has a panel on it made of marble (scratch resistant marble  ), the right glove has more animal fur coming out of the top of it.
Across his belt hangs some basic supplies, he carrys a small amount of money in a small pouch, he has a rations bag and his sword's sheathe is attached to his belt and hangs behind him on his right hand side.
He has many weapons crudely strapped to his belt and upper legs with old bandages. He has a dirty, tattered cape he took as a trophy from a dark kngiht that challenged him once, under the cape he has a bow and arrow strapped to his back.
Weapons: His primary weapon is a large broadsword, it was specifically made for him by a master blacksmith in a town which he'd saved from a dragon problem when they asked him to use his hunting skills to help. The sword has no magical abilities, but it is indestructable and incredibly sharp, so it can cleave it's way through anything.
He has 3 throwing knives made of an incredibly light metal, these aren't particularly deadly and are used mostly for distraction purposes (they are strapped to the underside of his left forearm) He also uses a bow and arrow, the bow he made himself from the branch of an old and ancient tree and the string was made using the gut of an ox he killed at an early age, some of the arrows he made by himself, a simple wooden shaft with flint ends affixed to them, some have had gauze wrapped around the arrowhead and been soaked in the magic fire potions of the alchemists from the town of Petrolome endowing those particular arrows with fire power..some of the arrow heads were crafted by the same blacksmith that forged his sword and these arrowhead are made of that same indestructable metal, they can pierce through most other metals with the greatest of ease but he is loathe to use these as he only has 15 of them left.
The claws on his metal gloves can be used as a weapon, but he hates to do that unless it's necessary as he feels a bit of a sissy when he does. He has many of his early hunting weapons still with him, strapped to his belt and legs, flint axes and knives, ok for hunting but practically useless in a fight.
Abilities: He is not versed in any form of magic or supernatural power, he relies solely on his hand to hand fighting skills(weapons too), his hunter's stealth, his senses and his will to survive to learn more about himself and his past.
Other abilities/attributes:He has heightened senses and he seems to be able to heal wounds at a far superior rate than most humans, this incredible capacity for regeneration allows him to take a lot of punishment in a battle. He's also far stronger than the majority of humans, his appearacne is deceptive, not only is he incredibly agile but rather strong too, perhaps the benefits of his life of hunting and fighting..or something to do with his family's past.
Personality: A loner his entire life, he always thought he was fine that way, but later he has found he deeply yearns for the company of others, but he realises that there are far more pressing matters so for the most part he puts those desires aside.
He's a very determined individual, he focuses mainly on one thing, survival, that's what his life revolves around - making sure he sees another day..that and trying to find out about his past. Those that have ever got to know him briefly would say that he is a tough man, on the outside he appears cold and almost like a mercenary in his ways, that he appears an animal, a hunter, a predator, but this all hides a caring and sensitive man underneath, a man scarred by his past, and a past he yearns to know.
Background: Drakinia remembers very little of his past.
He remembers being brought up in a very wealthy family, life was very comfortable in his early days and his family had many great and splendorous posessions.
He remembers his family travelling around a lot, his mother and father seemed to be very important, they'd often go to meet masses of people, but all that went on in those meetings was way over young Drakinia's head.
He remembers travelling down a quiet road in a carriage with his parents, hearing the heavy footfalls of galloping horses gaining on their carriage, the sound of hot metal tearing through flesh and the thud of the carriage driver's remains falling off the carriage and the sickening crack as he was crushed under the carriage wheels..
then his parents and he were led out of the carriage, a man confronted his parents he was talking, shouting at them violently..Drakinia only made out a few words
"What..you DONE!....unleashed..great evil....SCUM....DIE..Your son......."
then his father threw himself at the man, his mother cryed to Drakinia to run to the nearby forest and hide and to be safe, in a state of fear and panic Drakinia fled towards the trees, he never stopped running, behind him he heard his mother say she loved him, then screams filled the night.
Despite his horror Drakinia couldn't resist looking around..the man was illuminated in a strange light, an evil glint was in his eyes..and in his hands was his father's head, spine dangling underneath, parts of his cheeks gouged out...his body had been flung a good 20 metres away and lie in a twisted wreck..his mother was in the mans grasp..then with a yell a flash of light left covered his mother and incinerated, leaving behind a charred and blackened skeleton.
Wide eyed with fear Drakinia never stopped running, he kept running into the thick forest, his fear was so great he kept going for three days..then, exhausted he cimbed a nearby tree hoping to hide there if the man had followed him, he was scared and hungry, but he dare not move from his hiding place for fear of his attacker..it was another day before he moved from the tree to grab a scrap of meat left from the recent kill of a wolf he'd seen from his place in the tree.
he'd mourned the loss of his parents but he was quick to learn that in order to survive he'd need to be able to adapt, he needed to be flexible. He watched how the animals of the forest survived, he saw how the wolves moved with grace and power, how they hunted with stealth and precision and he knew in order to survive in this environment he would need to do the same.
So over the course of the next 5 years Drakinia spent his time roaming the land, the forests and mountains of the land nearby, it seemed the area he'd been travelling through his parents on that fateful day was totally unpopulated save for the wildlife. Over the time he'd become quite accustomed to his new life, but he still greatly missed his parents and wanted to avenge their deaths of the hands of that man, but also he wanted to find out exactly whyu it was the man had slain them, he obviously seemed to know them and had a reason for what he did, and if what he'd heard of what the man had said was correct then the death of his praents had something to do with him..he needed to know what secrets his past and the past of his family held.
After a while time started to lose all meaning but as Drakinia wandered the land he found he had at last stumbled across other humans, he could see a small village not too far away and much human activity nearby, there was a small party of humans, that had been attacked by sphixorz, an insectoid race of creatures that stand 3 metres tall, they look reminiscient of the preying mantis, there was only 3 of the sphixorz, but that was more than enough, they're ferocious killing machines that move with such power and blinding speed that the humans had no chance..so Drakinia acted.
he jumped in and thought the Sphixorz off, using the crude tools and weapons he fought valiantly to defend the humans, in the end he managed to kill one of the sphixor and badly wound another, the healthy and wounded sphixorz retreated, they are creatures of oppurtunity, a meal that puts up that much resistance isn't worth it...but Drakinian came off very badly, he had been cut deeply down from his chest and through his guts, nearly eviscerating him, he lost much blood and pretty soon he collapsed and lost consciousness.
Drakinia awoke to find himself in the human town, the people he'd saved brought him there, they told him how they'd brought him there not to save him, but to die as his wounds were so sever there was nothing they could do to help, but amazingly he'd healed by himself and incredibly quickly too.
The people of the village were all amazed by the strength and prowess Drakina had demonstrated when fighting the sphixorz and asked him if he could help them out, they had been having some problems with a dragon lately and they'd sent men to kill it but none had come back alive but they assured Drakinia that he could do it, that he was the most powerful warrior they'd ever seen,so he took the challenge.
To help him out the towns master blacksmith spcially crafted a sword for him to use and even gave him some basic instruction on how to use it, he also whipped up some arrow heads for Drakinia
And so ,set for battle, he headed out and hunted his prey...it took him three days of tracking to find the dragon, in that time he must have covered at least 300 miles but eventually the tracks had ended, he found himself in a cave, the dragon's lair, Drakinia expected a tough battle form such a tremendous beast but with the sword he brought it down with incredible ease, he journeyed back to the town hauling the dragon's skull with him as a trophy and as proof of his work.
The people of the town bleached and polished the skull and displayed it atop a tower in the town as a testiment of Drakinia's great work. They thanked him and paid him handsomely and when he told them that before he'd seen them he hadn't seen another human in years they gave him a map of the known towns of the world so that Drakinia's journey could be made slightly easier. That's where Drakinia's journey truly began, armed with his sword and map he began to travel across the world, lending his hunting skills out to those that needed them, fighting those that challenged him and all the while trying to uncover information about his family's past and trying to find the man that killed his parents.
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ok then
Drakinia wandered through the swamp, wadeing through the thick solution of water and mud. The smell that rose from the land around overpowered Drakinia's heightened sense of smell, the stench burned at the insides of his nasal track, but he ignored it and pressed on, he had to if he was to catch his prey.
He had been tracking a deer through this thick marchland for a couple of hours now, it's path was visible to drakinia, broken reeds and kicked up clouds of dirt in the liquidy floor marked the animals path.
He clambered out of the swamp over a thick bed of reeds and saw the footsteps of deer lead off into the thick forest that lie ahead, so Drakinia followed, not in any particular hurry, he knew his prey's time was limited.
He walked about a mile into the forest, the stench from the swamp had finallly died down and released his nose from it's awful grasp, it was then he picked up the scent, another human was in this forest. Drakinia immediately discarded his hunt and leapt up into the branches of a large oak tree, using the claws on his gloces to scramble up there.
Drakinia let his hearing spread out, scanning the area for nois, a man was approaching, definitely a man by the sound of the footsteps, heavier and stronger than a woman's,
who is this man that has travelled so far out into such a harsh environment?
Drakinia decided to get a closer look at his opponent, he jumped through the branches, leaping with cat like agility and stealth from tree to tree, he caught a glimpse of the man passing under him and with that he rolled off his current branch to land behind the man and greet him, to see what he was doing here disturbing his hunt, and if necessary, to kill him.
[OOC: sorry the intro's crap, I'm a bit tired now, oh well there you go..erm how are we both allowed a kill? Surely if one person dies then the other has won..] |
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Bastard
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Name: Meridian Cervani
Age: 32
Class: Assassin
Build: Large medium build. Tone makes him stronger than he looks.
Hair: Silver, wrapped back in a traditional martial arts style ponytail.
Eyes: Silver
Clothes: Black...always black. Black Gi pants adorn his legs, tightened by a band at the bottom....while a meshed shirt, also black, encompassed his chest. Black guantlets, flash-forged steel and covered with true dragon scale., adorned his wrists...used in blocking weapons on the attack as well as added strength when attacking. Black robes were worn over this, though they may not be worn in more rubbed places. Silver trim adorns the robes, runes...not exactly having any power, follow along the outside. Boots were made of black dragon scale....
Weapons: Main weapon consists of a Dato Katana. Four and a half feet long, with long scribes cut into blade telling of his past, of battles....a running account for those worthy enough to defeat him....or...kill him. Extremely sharp, made by his teacher...a legendary swordsmith, it seemed to have a spirit of it's own....having yet met it's match. Talons made of Dragon scale permanantly adorn his fingers, a rite of passage fixating them to his fingers. Incredibly sharp, he still keeps to his sword skills in combat...using them only in his specialized style of martials arts in hand-to-hand. Leaf-bladed knifes adorn his chest, and waist...18 in all. 6 visible on a strap on his chest, 12 around his waist. These were merely used for fleeing enemies, those two cowardly to face him. Tri-blade, formed into the wings and head of a dragon, lay hidden in the tip of his ponytail....another implement of his martial art style.
Abilities: His martial arts style gives him select abiliies, such as preternatural strength and suprising speed. These are not constant however, and can only be used during the heat of battle...and when the martial art is used. Basic elemental magic, mainly consisting of the elements. His spirit-infested blade is nothing magical, nothing due to it's enourmous size it must allow the blade to pass through any object relentlessly to avoud being useless.
Other abilities/attributes: Due to the rites of passage within his sect, and the symbolic, honorable hand to hand combat with a dragon before being blessed with it's spirit....he as well as heightened senses. The talons become a gift of the Dragon, a symbol of honor and bravery in the face of overbearing life risk. Hearing, sight and smell were more overpowered and heightened than the rest...for the rest were useless. The symbol of his sect, the Drao-kin, lay burned into his arm....as well as the three large scars going across his entire chest from the ritual battle with the Dragon.
Personality: A loner in question, he keeps to himself above all. More adapted to the shadows more out of comfort than necessity, he still greeted anyone to approach amiably and friendly....a gentleman in all cases. Honorable to a fault, he reveres the style of bushido overall....to where an opponent hold shonor above combat and never attacks an opponent's back.
This style has been outdated since ancient times, due mainly to many unhonorable people combating. Quite a qeustionable trait, and one that ties with his honor, is his willingness to challenge his opponent to single combat, without any weapons. Again, a shifting of his training in the art of Drao-Kin, or the Dragons Spirit....a deadly martial art that few master, and even fewer have heard of.
Background: Born in the secluded town of Arkasis, he was raised by the Monks there. Never knowing his father, and even his mother....for she died as soon as he was born, the Monks took them in as their own. Raising them in their select martial art, Drao-Kin, they saw in him the sole hope that they had for their village. Raised honorably, he was prized for his calmness under pressure....which within this martial art was rarely found among those learning. Completing his full trainingg at the age of 19, having spent over 10 years honing himself, he bid good-bye to his new family....and went out to the world as the only honorable assassin. Now having spent over 10 years in his trade, he has a reputation as a strange one....but an assassin who has never missed a mark. His money he sends back to the village, which prospers under his care as the Head Monk has died. Being named in his place...he will do all he can to protect it's honor.....
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~Silver orbs gazed about this dismal abyss, shaking his head slightly as robes were packed into his satchel. How very annoying...it seemed that fool was wrong in his directions after all. Moving further through the swamp, heightened senses overwhelmed by the stench within...he stepped through the foul water...~
~Further in, sparse trees scattered about the wasteland....it seemed neverending. A mental shrug, and he continued on....senses slowly clearing as he sighed softly. He would need to get another job soon, even though there was a large enough sum at Arkasis to last many, many years. He did not wish to fall upon his duty as Head Monk, and it would soil him to do so. Light scent filled the air, almost a relief from the stench...but wilde all the same. Gazing about he growled softly, silver orbs seemingly swirling within his visage as he stopped...and gazed about...~
"Be you friend nor foe, show yourself..!!"
~He slipped into a stance...taloned hands curled into dragon's paws as he awaited...no movement seen, though the scent was close. He watched and waited....Blade draped across slim back within easy reach, the soft singing keening through the air that it created...the soul within....~
(3 a.m here, sorry about the intro. I think the double kill is two see both techniques, since this is a fight to see if I become a trainer...) |
Last edited by Khaeos Drao-Kin : 04.09.03 at 12:41:30.
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[OOC: heh, I'm not sure what the orbs and that are about there ...I'm a little confused by your post, but here goes...If this is a trainer initiation, does that mean I'm a trainer now Crowley? o_O shouldn't you do these things yourself? LAZY BASTARD ]
"Be you friend or foe, show yourself..!!"
The man's words echoed up through the trees where Drakinia was racing through the branches.
Drakinia pivotted on one foot as he met his last branch and began his descent, as the soles of his feet scraped away the barkand he shifted his weight off the tree into the air to begin his graceful drop Drakinia thought about the man's words
he exudes an air of confidence and carries himself with dignity, this man appears to be a true warrior..I expect a good fight from him
and with that he dropped through the air, drafts of air cathing the cape and animal hides and lifting them up around Drakinia, it parted his hair and threw it back and then he landed on the floor, his right leg bent as he landed, the blades of grass trampled under his feet, a slight chlorine odour wafted up to his powerful nose. Drakinia's left leg bent to the ground, his foot resting out behind him. He landed in a bow like pose, and then slowly stood up as his opponent turned and faced him, Drakinia's animal hides, cloak and hair settles back into their usual position as he rose and met the mysrerious man's gaze.
"I am neither friend or foe, just a hunter stalking his prey, but I don't object to the occaisional fight, in fact I relish the challenge of it all and you look like a fitting challenge for one such as I"
Drakinia answered his foe, as he tried to size up his opponent.
He was older than Drakinia, in his early thirties by his estimations, the man's eyes carried a glint of experience, like a man that had seen much battle.Black garments covered his body, he was a very dark character, like a shadow that would emerge from the darkness to attack his victims...Drakinia noted the boots and gauntlets the man wore, the gauntlets were made of some kind of metal, he couldn't be sure what it was but it looked well made, possibly strong enough to stop his mighty broadsword but Drakinia doubted it. His boots and Gauntlets were enveloped in rows of hard dragon scales, the harsh dry flakes of serpent skin overlapped along these protective items of clothing, Drakinia had fought dragons before, out on many hunts he'd had to slay them and they were always tough bastards, some had thinner, less dense skin that his broadsword could penetrate easily, but some were a lot tougher and took a lot of wearing down before his sword could cut through..Drakinia was not sure what kind these scales were, there was still many creatures of the world he hadn't hunted yet, but he made sure to note the scales on the boots and gauntlets, they could be more protective than the boots and gauntlets themselves...He had his sliver hair tied back, the ponytail swayed gently in the wind as various bits of foliage caught on updrafts drifted by.
The man was in a state of readiness, Drakinia could tell, by the way he'd put himself into a stance that would allow for quick moevment
"Seeing as you look so prepared..so eager for a fight, then I'll give you just what you desire"
Drakinia called out to him, he paused for a second, he wanted to know the man had heard him. This wasn't a hunt, this was a fight, a duel, it involved honour, a trait of man Drakinia had begun to enjoy since he rejoined civilisation after his long time out alone, he would not strike his opponent down if he wasn't aware of what's going on..
that's long enough, he knows what's going on..so let's 'ave it!
Drakinia brought his sword up holding it close to his right hand side at chest height and launched himself at his opponent, about 5 foot before he reached him Drakinia dug his feet into the ground and put himself into a slide, going along his left leg and the side of his right boot, the ground slowed him down dramatically like this as he plowed up the earth, kicking grass and dust up all around, he reached his opponent and shifted his weight to the left, bringing his right arm along with his sword over to the left, attempting to cleave through the man's stomach and end the fght quickly. Drakinia didn't expect to be quite so lucky though, he planned to use the momentum from his weight shift and sword swipe to dive to the left in a roll..
This man will not go down as easily as that, I've got to keep my guard up
Drakinia allowed himself a smile as his blade carved it's way through the air, distorting the path of the wind making all the leaves in the air nearby flutter into different directions, the light that pentrated the thick leafy canopy over head danced and shimmered over the dull and worn blade, as it headed towards it's target full of momentum, full of power.... |
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| ((I will enjoy watching this fight! great profiles and a everything already! good luck, both of you!)) |
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Innocence gets you no where...
"Ignorance is the parent of fear"
RP character: Hitoroku Esper/Broken Angel/wpn: Chaos Sword & Hell's Judgement
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[Dark esper, even though you are a member of roleplayers xtreme only refs are allowed to post in case mods get angry bout it being spamming lol Sorry again...
And yes you are a trainer... I took the initiative and added you..
And damn this looks to be a sweet fight...] |
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I'll be judging the whole fight in total, so after 10 posts, you both post a kill (continued from your last post not from their kill) and then whoever I believe did best wins... 