Animation is overrated. Since my urge for writing has been quite active lately, I've decided to do this. What's going to happen is exactly like any of the countless manias before, but instead, I'm going to write it like a story. I can almost guarantee that the outcome of this will be great. I'm confident that my writing skills don't suck.
If you want to see how well I can write, look in my signature.
Now for some settings:
-No more than 8 people. I want each person's fight to be a good one. Not just a rushed scene where I try to kill you off as fast as possible.
-If you have an IQ under 100, don't join this. (In other words, please only join this if you type similar to the way I do)
And thats my half assed explanation. Here's the character sheet you can fill out:
Name: If your name has one word in it, put it here. If not, make up your own name.
Backstory: Yeah. You pretty much say your character's past, and what they did before getting warped into the arena they would fight in.
Personality: Your character wont just be a barbarian that fights and gets killed for your entertainment. It will be a particular person. Say if your character is nice, cowardly, tempermental, etc.
Physical Attributes: Say what your character looks like, and things like if they're strong, fast, smart, etc.
Weapon/Power: Throughout the huge universe, the laws of physics don't stay the same. So it can be possible to fart lasers 5 trillion light years from here. You can either have one power, or one weapon.
That's all I can think of. This might not belong here, but I want to write something. Go go go
Characters:
Devour:
Name: Dave Peterson
Backstory: Dave used to be a normal guy. He was a teenager before he changed, and since then he's always been 16 years old. If he still aged, he would be 24.
Going back though, when Dave was 16, he used to live in a city. He went to school normally, he got average grades, there was nothing special about him. While he was walking home from school, all he did was pick up a rock that was laying in the street. It was the perfect skipping rock. Thin and smooth with thin edges. The thing was shaped like a small discus ring. After a while of walking with hit, he lost interest in the rock and he threw it against the fence of his house for his amusement. Much to his surprise though, the rock exploded with the force of a frag grenade. It blew him onto the ground, and peices of the rock were embedded into his skin. He then blacked out.
He woke up in the hospital. His friends had called the ambulance, and he had been cared for. However when he looked at himself, he was perfectly fine. The hospital let him out in about an hour, amazed at how he was healthy. As he walked, he noticed he was a lot lighter on his feet than before. Taking some tenetive hops, he then wound up and jumped as high as he could.
And then he found out he could fly.
Personality: Since he got his powers, he didn't change much. He didn't grow power hungry or violent. He stayed the same. He kept his old friends, who are all largely jealous of his eternal youth, and he works at the same job he always did. To say it in a sentence, Dave is a happy person.
Power:: Flying, though he can heal very quickly. Just in case the moment arose, Dave taught himself how to use his flying powers. Either if he's blasting away at the speed of sound, or diving towards whatever threat he's facing. He trained himself in the use of a kitchen steak knife.
Physical Attributes: Black hair that goes down to his ears, and blue eyes that have a sparkle to them. The rest of face is normal. And he's about 6 feet tall.
Scarecrow:
Name: Scarecrow
Backstory: Developed the ability to mess with people's minds at the age of 12. Essentially spends his time using his ability to get everything he wants, looting, causing terror etc, became an urban legend on earth.
Personality: doesn't care about anything or anyone, and as a result is a very happy person; however, the flipside of this is that he finds amusement in the suffering of others, and has a complete disregard for the property of others. takes what he wants, when he wants it
Physical Attributes: Human; very quick and quite strong, and outstandingly intelligent. He is an expert with his knife, and does all kinds of neat tricks with it. Typically wears a white shirt, with a hooded jacket on top of that, and a leather jacket on top of that one. His hood is always up.
Weapon/Power: surgeon's scalpel knife and the ability to mess with people's minds; not to the extent that he can control them, but to the extent where he can induce confusion, cause hallucinations, cause them to feel pain, believe they are being eaten alive by a mass of ants, etc. uses his power to make his opponents easy to finish with his knife
Wtf:
Name: Dimishk Macrov
Backstory: It was 3410, the age of wisdom, truth and trust. Earth had been protected from innumerous attacks. Small ones, big ones. Like everyone in my Country, I shed blood in a mix of emotions and fear. Around March, over the first crops of Cladivo-Russia, a group of alien invaders, not identified, not even recognizable by anyone, strongly raided my village. We maintained hold of it for a couple of weeks, but our fire-power was nothing much than a few thousand rounds that we used as a warning for shmaigs (outsiders). After their conquest, a hundreds of people were captured and killed. It seems they did not want to slave. What brought to my mind that tehy might just want the village as a strategic point.
You see, our village is beautiful, surrounded my misty mountains covered of snow, we named our mountain as "De Troufe" which means "The Triumph" in our language. No, not Russian. Russia was taken down in 2550 by a state cue. Ever since, every country had been transformed in small proprieties that were then taken as villages.
We weren't the most advanced village in the east of Cladivo-Russia, but we had means. We had some old radios, guns, since the fighter number had reduced, the number of bullets had increased for every fighter.
We stood a chance of getting our village back.
Dark. As we came outside that was all that rendered trough my mind. A sheer pure black of fear and confusion. Bullets flew everywhere. It was my first time in combat. In the first two weeks I had escaped my duties since I was only 17 years old. We all tried to escape several times, and failed. By two times, only I escaped. As I grabbed my rifle like it was my life, I just stood hid behind a rock while my mates, people whom I had spent my entire life, died at my right and my left. Jonel was shot in the head, the helmet did nothing, Dimitri lost a leg and I could smell the blood just a few meters from me.
Then everything went quiet.
And I waited. And then they shot me.
(obviously he didn't die, now develop)
Personality: Dimishk Macrov is a coward boy, although he possesses a lot of character and will to survive. He's a social guy, and thought that, like every teen, he was immortal.
Physical Attributes: Smart guy(possesses some general culture) with a great athletic body, since he worked in the crops since a young boy.
Weapon/Power: Like every boy at the age of four he received "the gift". Noone know what it does except the holder of this gift. The first effect of the power manifest at the age of 17.(since he didn't die at the end of my small story, let's say that his power is resistance to injuries). As a weapon, he uses a small rifle(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M1_carbine) modified by him. Generally to hunt.
Maxz:
Name: Zyles
Backstory: Coming from the planet Dzeta Rho Tau sigma +9000 (Lolwat) His body has adapted to lots of gravity, as a result of that. He's quite strong.
Every 1000 Roddlen years, the Rhotauians choose a new reaper. This man / woman, has the task of bringing the dead to the pit of death. This pit of death, that infact is not really a pit but more of a cave, is believed to be a portal to Hades. Hell. In payment for his grisley duties, he's paid a precious liquid that's known as the most expensive resource in the known universe.
Zyles was chosen as the reaper, out of the many, many people on that planet. One day, the Centaurians came. Raping, destroying and consuming everything on their way. When they reached the pit to steal all the fluid. It was gone, the reaper was gone, their hope was gone. As the Centaurien got out of the cave, a white flash was seen. And at the epicentrum were two green eyes and a full black body. When the scout got to the pit, there were tens of dead bodies. Every single one of them had their troath slashed, in a deep, clean cut.
The centaurien have taken over Dzeta Rho Tau sigma +9000, but their prime target was never to be found. Zyles had fled, but while trying to find a refuge on another planet, he had been caught by the Aliens.
Personality: Doesn't trust people fast, due to him having tons of the priciest substance in his trunk. Is not easily frightened, though. He's had a fair share of seeing death up close.
He looks human, but when he uses his scythe, his skin turns black and his eyes glow green. He always wears a reaper like cloak.
Weapon/Power: The scythe on his back increases his physical performance when he has it.
Jester:
Name: Chester Grinn
Backstory: Chester was 16 when he joined the war. It was illegal, but with all that was going on, nobody stopped to clarify his identification.
He had dreams of being a war hero, like any other boy growing up in his time. He took his duties strongly.
After squeezing in training, he was immediately assigned a squad, and sent out into the neverending battles raging everywhere. After a few months of close calls and starvation, he was captured by the enemy. These visitors... these alien bastards that invaded his planet and killed his and countless of other families. Now he suspected they were going to kill him. Or worse. But what the aliens held in store for him was much worse than anything he could have expected. When he was captured he was taken from the planet earth. Which looked blood soaked even from space. It seemed as though he wasn't the only one captured though. Over 50,000 other 16 and younger children were in a single cargo bay holding cell with him. All of them had been taken. Then, day by day, month after month, the children began to disappear while they slept. Never to return to the cell again. Rumors of experimental testing, and biological weaponry was discussed amongst the remaining few. And on one fateful day, as far as Chester could guess, two years after his abduction, He was selected. He awoke one morning to a horrific scene, he was in a glass tube, and unable to move anything but his eyes. Worse yet, he realized, that all he could see, was himself. His body, eyeless, sitting on a table in front of him. Then came the aliens. Administering all kinds of grotesque procedures to his body. Chester could feel every prod of the scalpel, and ever stitch that was sewn. After approx. 3 months of the constant torture, he blacked out and awoke again in his home on earth. Or the remnants of it. He was sitting in his bed, out on the front lawn, the crippled home behind him overgrown with ivy and underbrush. It looked as though he'd been gone for much longer than he had thought. Anger poured into him, and he let lose a raged scream of torment, and when he did, a powerful laser shot from his eyes, annihilating the ground beneath him. A black, smoking hole the size of a beachball was in its place. Since this moment, he's learned to control his powers and he rejoined the army. hunting down all remaining aliens on his planet, and disintegrating their filthy hides. He's yet to find any others that were in the holding cell with him. He presumes they all died.
Personality: Chester was once a kind and loving boy, with great ambitions and goals. Since the experimenting though, he's been cold, and angry. Killing all life forms that pose a threat to him. He feels no mercy, except towards children. Knowing that they have been treated to such monstrosities as he once was, and suffered in silence. It takes alot for him to kill creatures that don't pose a threat, because a small part of him, the human part, still wants to be the Chester of times past.
Physical Attributes: The aliens constant experimenting left Chester scarred and changed. He has snowy white skin, and steely gray eyes. His hair is long and messy. He stands at approx 6'2 and is around his mid 20's, with a slender and lean build. He has overly long fingernails, and usually wears his ragged soldier uniform, now too small, and filthy. Chester is fast, and not very strong.
Weapon/power: Chester can fire laser beams from his eyes. He can change the density and size of the beams from anywhere in between: Cutting off the wings of a fly with a warm beam, to beams that could blow holes in cement walls. While firing, he cant see. This fact is sort of obvious though.
Chunky:
Name: Luciano
Backstory: Luciano was, in his time, a famous greek warrior. He turned the tide on many of the battles in ancient history and won much favour with the gods. He earned a spot, through his combat abilities and raw physical strength, sitting on Zeus's right hand. Allthough he was still only human and longed for the power of a god. Zeus saw Luciano's jealousy of his power and struck him back down to earth, where for 20 years he attempted to get back up, driven insane from the severe drop in power he had experienced his body fell into massive malnourishment where he had done nothing else but prayed to the gods. When zeus looked back down onto him he saw what he had become in his name and punished him to forever live underground and cursed him with immortality, where he would be forced to constantly train his body to a perfect physical state. Unfortunatly upon being earthed from underground he is now longer immortal, but he has endured more pain on the body and mind then any
Personality: Luciano is a completly feral human being, and after near on 2 millenia of doing nothing but training himself physically for combat he is probably as strong and as fast as any human being ever could be. 2 millenia of living underground has had a massive effect on his mind, all social skills he once had have now vanished and he is nothing but a mindless brute of a killing machine.
Physical attributes: Scars from the battles he had in his previous mortal state linger, but they are tiny when compared to his massive bulk. His face is seemingly tiny compared to the rest of his body, he is completly hairless. Being a feral human, any clothes that remained have been torn off (apart from a loincloth to conceal his dignity, unless you want this guys titanic wang flying about half the time)
Weapon: Allthough his mind has mostly turned to mush, he still rationlises slightly and knows to pick up a blunt object to hit people with, but he doesnt hold onto it for long and will resort to tearing apart people with his bare hands most of the time
Roninja:
Name: Gary Herring
Backstory: A normal guy, who ever since he was a kid wanted to be a scientist. One of his childhood dreams, however, was to tap into the unused portion of a human's brain... He worked day after day, trying to find what was locked inside his own head. Once he finally created what was a prototype of his machine, no one would go near it. The machine was designed as a sort of helmet connected to a small nuclear-powered unit. It would administer a powerful electric shock to the unused parts of your brain. He decided to test it himself. He set up the helmet and put it on his head, walked to the nuclear unit, and turned it on. Pain unlike any a human endured flashed in his head, felling like someone was banging on it with a sledgehammer and would never stop.
He woke up a few days later in hospital intensive care. The nurse immediately gasped and ran from the room. Gary sat there in the room, waiting, when a doctor came in. He asked him not to speak and hooked him up to a brainwave scanner, like the ones used on chimpanzees. The doctor told him they had been doing tests on his vitals ever since the lab has shorted out the entire city's power. He turned the brainwave machine on and the digital readout began rising. Up and up the readout went, faster and fast
