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| Tweet Topic Started: May 22 2012, 02:21 PM (815 Views) | |
| L Lawliet | May 22 2012, 02:21 PM Post #1 |
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The Veteran With a Beard!
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Yeah, you've seen it all before. People from other worlds mysteriously come together. They fight in a tournament. There's drama everywhere. But above all. everything's oh-so-organized. Matches, brackets, the whole shebang. Not this time. Now, people from other worlds have mysteriously come together-but there's no preset matches, no man in the sky saying who fights whom, no time limit, and no way to return home. There's only something inside their heads, a voice. It tells of a grand prize, ready for the taking. A wish. A simple wish, no restrictions. If the user desires it, so it shall be. The only caveat? Eliminate all of the other fighters, by any means necessary. The last one standing gets the wish, whatever it may be. Let the games begin. RULES Standard RP rules apply. Characters must be from some form of media, i.e. tv, movies, games, etc. If you really wanna be a godmode character, make them less godmode. CHARACTER "CREATION" It's as simple as: Name Series That's all, folks. |
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| Tabris | May 23 2012, 03:07 PM Post #2 |
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Awww yeah.
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Name: Naruto Uzumaki Series: Naruto Name: Tyvire Series: None Power: Special Illusionary powers. |
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| Volt | May 23 2012, 04:08 PM Post #3 |
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HEY GUYS!
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Name: Archer (though it's only a nickname) Series: Fate/Stay Night Name: The Lady of the Darkling Series: Dark Souls Edited by Volt, May 28 2012, 02:17 PM.
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| Drill | May 23 2012, 07:41 PM Post #4 |
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Dat Xillia Hype.
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Name: Drill Kazetaka Series: Altoma Powers: Wind, Lightning, Summoning |
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| DJChilllyPhil | May 23 2012, 09:49 PM Post #5 |
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Stand User and Musical Admin
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Name: Dio Brando Series: JoJo's Bizarre Adventure |
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"Listen well! I'll stand on top of all living things! I am now a new creature that cuts open the future!" "Weakling, Weakling!" "It's useless useless USELESS!" "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" | |
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| Volt | May 25 2012, 08:20 PM Post #6 |
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HEY GUYS!
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The time had come. Through different realities they had been drawn, pulled through time and space to serve their part. They would enter the land unconsious, unknowing of the force that pulled them, scattered across the landscape to await their own awakening. The time would tick by, the hours would pass, and yet finally it would happen. The battle royale ready to begin, the champions would begin to stir. Of the countless warriors who'd been chosen, several would find themselves among the first to awaken... -- The ninja, Naruto, would find himself waking up in a thick forest. The chirping of countless birds would be what first greeted him, the trees rustling in the gentle breeze. All around him there was nothing but foliage, the forest around him seemingly endless. However, if he'd turn his gaze downwards, what seemed to be a light path cut its way through the fallen twigs and leaves, leading towards the east. -- Tyvire, meanwhile, would find himself awakening upon a small beach, the crashing of waves able to be heard. Before him laid an endless sea of blue, but behind him, however, the sand would slowly shift to grass, a large field awaiting him. -- And then there was Dio, who would awaken upon a cliffside, the jagged rocks making for a rather uncomfortable bed. The sound of waves would be able to be heard for him as well, the wind howling as well. Behind the man, a massive mountain would stand, a path cut through the rock. -- For each of them, they'd have a sight in common. Atop the horizon would be a city, battered skyscrapers just barely poking the clouds above. Within this city, yet another champion would find themselves awakening. Drill would come too sprawled across a bench, an urban sprawl standing before him. The clouds above a dark gray, there'd barely be even a flicker of light upon the shattered streets below. Cars stood in the middle of the streets, rusty and broken down. The buildings that surrounded him weren't in much better shape, the doors torn off and the glass shattered. It was like a twister had gone through the place. -- The board had been set, the pawns placed. Now, it was time for the battle to begin. |
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| DJChilllyPhil | May 26 2012, 01:44 AM Post #7 |
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Stand User and Musical Admin
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*He immediately sat up the moment he realized he was conscious. Red eyes stared into the grand blue expanse before them as thoughts began to race through his head. Obviously these mostly consisted of questions along the lines of Where am I? What am I doing here? Who brought me here? Who put me to sleep? Dio never sleeps. That last one pushed him to stand up, an annoyed expression soon appearing on his face. One moment he was sitting pretty in his mansion in Cairo, and now he's here, in the middle of nowhere. He took a look around to see if he could figure out where he was dumped. All this brought him was the realization that he was on the side of a mountain of some sort. He had also spotted a city nearby. That was a good sign. He could always go into a town and...acquire the services of a knowledgeable person or two...or ten.* "...Hmph..." *He dusted off his jacket before he began to walk towards the city. The thought came up of what he would do when he found the person who did this to him as they had simultaneously piques his interest and his ire at the same time. They did have enough power to knock him unconscious without him realizing it. But then, that would also turn out to be the fatal flaw in their plan...* No one puts Dio Brando to sleep. |
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"Listen well! I'll stand on top of all living things! I am now a new creature that cuts open the future!" "Weakling, Weakling!" "It's useless useless USELESS!" "WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!" | |
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| Drill | May 26 2012, 05:31 PM Post #8 |
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Dat Xillia Hype.
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The wind continued. A breeze came across the abandoned urban area and slowly caressed the body of an unconscious teenager sprawled out lazily on a bench. The young man went to turn over and felt the sharp awakening triggered by a feeling of falling. Yet, he never touched the ground. Held aloft by wind at the last moment, the young man adjusted himself and began to stand. Ugh... my head. What the hell happened? You celebrated too hard and passed out from exhaustion Hawk. You two. Look. The young man heeded the voice's advice and took in his surroundings. Barren, empty, abandoned, The clouds were dark and oppressive, cutting off all hope of the sun's gentle warmth reaching the rough and damaged ground below. "I get the feeling this isn't San Velo." said the young man with a hint of his usual sarcasm. The young man was Drill Kazetaka, captain of the Runecress Company Diving Division. His blue eyes looked down the road as he checked his belongings. Dark green sleeveless shirt with the familiar black claw mark design? Check. White short-sleeved jacket with notable black cloth extending off the sleeves? Check. Black jeans? Check. The usual dark green shoes with a special resistant underside? Check. Special gloves, the ultimate in protection, that had been used in a wealth of ass kicking? Check. "Well, least who or whatever did this didn't strip me down. Garuda. Kirin. Come on, let's see what the hell we can figure out." The young man struck off down a road before him as a breeze blew through his blonde hair. Calm, just like before a storm. And so, the wind continued. Edited by Drill, May 26 2012, 05:33 PM.
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| Tabris | May 27 2012, 06:53 PM Post #9 |
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Awww yeah.
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Pure, natural and beautiful beyond anything compared. The forest which the ninja was sitting, meditating, reaching into his inner chakra reserves and exerting it to become one with nature itself, moulding both life forces together to feel, to understand the warmth of life. The wind brushed his soft, golden hair back. He opened his deep blue eyes. His calm expression became that of a curious one. This wasn't Kohona or its forests; this wasn't even the world he knew. He remained calm in the face of the unknown; he had little to no idea what had happened in the past few minutes, let alone the past few hours. The last thing he remembered was a fight between him and Sasuke, their final battle. Both of them were evenly-split in terms of power. However, he suddenly had blacked out, without any warning or clue to what happened, only to awaken here alone. The boy ninja stood up to his feet, his sensing heightening to the point where it was very sensitive. He knew he wasn't a normal boy and that his pact with the demon gave him uncanny abilities and advantages over other enemies. His smelling and hearing in particular matched that of a fox. With a swift movement, the boy was moving through the tree tops with speedy stealth, maneuvering his body in such a way that reduced the noise in between jumps, the ninja trained these techniques to increase his killing abilities. Naruto Uzumaki was on the prowl. |
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| Volt | May 28 2012, 09:20 PM Post #10 |
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HEY GUYS!
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The twitter of birds, the rustling of the leaves. The sounds of nature were a rarity to the armored figure, and while for some it may brought a degree of serenity for the figure it brought only a moment of panic. Beneath the armored helmet a pair of eyes would shoot open as the muffled sounds reached it, a soft grimace crossing their lips as gauntlet-covered hands clasped soil. They were used to the stonework of Anor Londo, and of only the howling of wind through the distant buildings. This...this was something different entirely, and almost a immediately a question would pop into their minds...where am I? The rustling of armor would signal their rise, their scabbard scraping against their armor as they rose. Sharp eyes would wander the forest, the grimace turning into a frown as confusion slowly began to set in. This...this seemed nothing like Lordaran. Just what happened...? Was this Gwyndolin's doing...? Through the trees a couple rays of light would fall upon them as they began to make their way forward, revealing a figure covered entirely in armor. Golden in color, though stained somewhat with dirt, the suit hid any sign of skin. The rustling of steel would continue as they quickened the pace, one hand upon their blade. Hm... |
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