Dawnblade, no his name wasn't Dawnblade anymore. His name was Midnight Dawn now. His wings fluttered behind him, as the katana and wakazashi swung at his side. Why was here again. That's right the swords thought it would be good for him. I cannot believe you talked me into this, he thought.
Spirit of the Shard of Morning Light, " This will be good for you, young one. After all, we have no idea what that no good Moon Dragon has in store for you. "
Spirit of the Moonlight Blade, " Excuse me, Sun Dragon. You where the one who pushed for this. "
Midnight Dawn sighed. Those two were always at each others throats. He looked around the fighting area. His long white hair swayed behind him as he walked. His bare torso, gleamed with inner light. The mask covered the lower portion of his face, as he stared at the many patrons looking on, waiting for the fight to commence. The dark blue starburst pattern on his white pants could be seen clearly, and the starburst tattoo on his chest made it wildly know who he was. He could hear the crowd.
"Wow isn't that Dawnblade?" a voice said.
"No way, Dawnblade never had wings before," another voice answered.
"I heard he went into hiding after some problem with some Circle of Thorns from another plain," a third voice chimed in.
Midnight Dawn took in it all, focusing on everything and nothing. Waiting patiently for the opponents and his teammates arrive.
(( OOC: This is my take on the supposed Avilians. ))
Just as the crowd was murmuring another figure appeared. This person had a hooded trencch coat with the sleeves cut off. Under his trechcoat he wore armor. It was the immortal hero Gideon holding his sword Nazarene. Gideon had entered the tournament for the training He lo0oked into the crowd with his glowing blue eyes. The crowd cheered for him. This was thier beloved hero the guardian angel as some refered to him do to his angelic abilities. Gideon saw Dawn Blade and nodded. He awaited the rest of the team as well as the opponents.
OOC: Yay! Two of you! I'll wait a little longer before posting the attackers. After all, I need to make sure they would be a challenge.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Coldfire laced up his combat boots and grinned. He'd been in a crappy mood all day and was looking forward to hurting someone. "I feel sorry for the moron who thinks he can go melee with me." Cold said as he thought of his ice sword. Coldfire began walking out into the arena, as the he entered he looked into the crowd. Sleasy rich jerks that probably had connections to the many villians he had killed."This will be fun." Cold said grinning. As he stopped on his side his cape flowed behind him, the red flames dancing. Colds hair and the flames from his eyes swayed with the wind. He looked over at his partners, a guy with wings and a dude in a trenchcoat. "Dammit, why am I always partnered with the freaks?" Cold said. The other two looked back at him with scowls on their faces. The winged guy began speaking in a harsh tone, "What did you say?" Cold cracked his knuckles, his fingerless gloves tightening. "I said what I meant. Now, BACK OFF!" Coldfire said angrily. "Whatever." Said the winged guy. Coldfire Scowled, he hated getting teamed with the scrappers.
((OOC: Coldfire isn't your traditional Blaster, so don't make him do anything stupid. He is a Fire/Ice L37. Black and red everything. Baggy pants with flame detail, red combat boots, red and black eyelet belt (large), sleek top with flames, red skull detail on chest, black fingerless gloves, spiked shoulderpads, dark red hair and tuft and black and red shades. Actual flame colored flaming eye aura.))
(( OOC: Wrong side dude. We are all supposed to be on the same team against whatever Khell decides to throw at us ))
((changed it, my bad))
OOC: Ok, let's get the fighting started. If you're late, just post a description of your character and then I'll do something to get your guy into the action.
BIC: "Alright folks!" shouted the announcer over the loudspeakers. "We have tonight a three hero team. They've never worked together, never fought together, and by the looks of things they don't even like each other! I'm proud to introduce Midnight Dawn, Gideon, and Coldfire!"
The crowd cheered and booed in more or less equal amounts. There seemed to be a pretty strong group from the Rogue Isles in the audience today.
"And now for their opponents. First up, we have long time gladiator Captain Farfield and his squad of Crab Spiders!"
From the opposite door a trio of heavily armored figures emerged. The lead Crab Spider lifted his hands up in the air and played up to the crowd. His artificial spider legs twitched and mimicked his real arms as he waved. While the lead Spider had the markings of a Webmaster on his breastplate, his two followers had a pair of blood red fangs painted on their helmets, marking them as Longfang lieutenants.
"And partnering up with Farfield's mechanized menace we have a newcomer to the Coliseum, 7h3 74nk and his crew!"
A massive Tank Freak stepped out from behind one of the Longfangs and elbowed it out of the way. The Arachnos officer drew back, not wanting to take a hammer in the face from the irritated gangster. Behind 7h3 74nk trailed a tough looking Juicer Freak and a pair of unaugmented Freakshow lugging around an Uzi and a giant mallet respectively.
"What the hell kind of name is 7h3 74nk?" spat Farfield as he glared through his visor at the Tank.
"Wh47 7h3 h311 k1nd4 n4m3 15 Farfield?" grunted 7h3 74nk.
Farfield snorted and pointed at Midnight Dawn.
"You're mine."
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
((Oh, good! The Coliseum is back up! Well, instead of Blarg, I'm gonna bring back an old friend that some of you know...))
As the battle was about to start, the heroes heard stepping feet behind them. As they looked back, they saw something stepping out of the shadows. it was big. It was strong. It had glowing eyes and metal hands.
It was Iron Fist.
((Some of ya'll know him. Some of ya'll don't. For those who don't, meet Iron Fist, a Russian who started as a mercenary, went then to a superhuman soldier, to most feared mercenary on the planet, to something far beyond human. He drank from the Fountain of Youth, which had the same properties as the Fountain of Zeus, the same thing from which Statesman and Lord Recluse drank from to get their powers.
He's a SS/Fire Brute, a Fire/Fire Corr, and a Soldier/Traps MM. All at once.
Decked out in full armour that is decorated in mysterious symbols. He wears an eyepatch. His hair is a grayish color and is a ponytail. He also has a small goatee. He has the "Cargo" pants and combat boots. His fists are both Montrous Robotic. (Can't remember what it's called... just think robotic-ish.) He also wears a plain dark red cape, no design. (Oh, and his armour is a gray Medival (sp?) and Tight, not armor.)
EDIT- Also wears Tactical Belt, and his cape clasp is in the shape of a Fist.))
Coldfire cracked his neck and smiled looking at the lesser freakshow. He was going to fly up and unleash inferno as soon as the fight started. "See those freakshow? Their [censored] are MINE!" Coldfire growled. Cold could feel the Kaiser gene, the mutational gene in his blood that made him into the hero he is, pumping through his blood. "This is gonna be one HELL of a good fight!"
"We've got a few late entries to introduce, folks, so please bear with us," blared the announcer. "An addition to the super side is the inestimable Iron Fist! We have no clue who this guy is but from the mess he made of the trainer, we're going to have quite a fight on our hands!"
Iron Fist stepped out of the entry way and took a few steps forward onto the sand floor of the arena. The crowd was unusually quiet as he looked out over it.
"And to even out these two teams, we've pulled out all the stops! Introducing the Archmagus of Death, Andraxus!"
From behind 7h3 74nk's Freaks, a glowing figure approached. The Circle of Thorns archmage stepped up beside one of the Longfangs and cast a pair of burning blue eyes over the several super powered men in front of him. The Tank Freak and Webmaster let Andraxus step to the forefront and tried to keep clear of his crystal headed staff.
"I am ready," intoned Andraxus in a deep voice. "Can the same be said of my erstwhile allies?"
Captain Farfield drew himself up and glared at the mage while 7h3 74nk followed suit.
"Yeah, we're good to go," said the Webmaster.
"54m3 h3r3, n00b," muttered 7h3 74nk.
"Then let us begin."
At this pronouncement from Andraxus, the doors behind each team slid down in their grooves and thudded shut. The crowd restarted its roar as the announcer started the countdown.
"And we've got four seconds!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Fight!"
OOC: You guys go first and remember that I decide if you hit the other team or not, just as you decide if your character gets hit or not. Just don't dodge every shot.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Iron Fist gazed upon the quiet crowd as he stepped out. They feared, but they did not know why. He could deel it.
When the mage came out, Fist locked eyes with him.
Malevolently, he told his teamates, "I'll take care of the mage."
The air around him suddenly moved. It swirled around him, actually visibly because of the sand on the floor. As it swirled like a tornado around him, he started to rise into the air. Then, he charged.
((He's gonna come at Andraxus like a sledgehammer. Be ready, mortal. For Iron Fist is here. 
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((Oh man, this looks so sweet. I want in, in I say! But Ramier will be stepping aside for....))
Lord Infernus was one powerful Hellion.
Surrounded by his personal legion of Blood Brothers, Fallen, Damned, and a new, more super-powered Hellion sect, the Infernos, Infernus had an incredible lust for bloodsport. It only took one flyer to send him and his elite Inferno War Kings straight to the Coliseum.
"So." Infernus said to a shady-looking man in front, malevolent heat blowing from his mouth, "Where do we sign up?"
((The infernos look just like Damned, and Infernus does as well, though he is slightly larger and is strapped to the gills with all sorts of grenades. Hope you don't mind such a sudden entry 
))
The thug looked Lord Infernus and his buddies over and whistled.
"Nice outfits. Very red. You guys got a manifesto to go with that?"
The guard chuckled at his own wit. A blazing glare from Infernus caused the guard to pale and his laughter to trail off.
"Eh, people never appriciate my jokes," he muttered as he pressed a button next to the door.
The door silently slid open and revealed three corridors.
"Alright, take the right corridor. You'll want the third door on the right, your lieutenants the second door, and the other guys should go in the first door. In there, you'll find apptitude testers to see if you've got what it takes to fight in the Coliseum."
The guard stepped to one side and motioned Infernus and his gang inside.
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Andraxus smiled thinly as Iron Fist charged him. As if on cue, the Freakshow and Arachnos jumped away from Andraxus as the mage lit up like a Christmas tree. With a pop and a crackle, Andraxus appeared to Fist's left.
"Dorn ah angus," the mage said and a bolt of pure magical energy lept from his staff straight at Iron Fist.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
"Hah, Aiite. Peace, bros'."
"Seeya, boss."
They all entered their respective rooms.
"Aptitude trainer, eh? Let's see what kinda apt'tude I gots."
His hands caught fire.
Iron Fist's face remained bleak and dangerous as the energy bolt leapt at him. He swiveled his flying form to the right and literally "grabbed" the bolt of energy, changing it into a gigantic ball of flame.
"You, at least, look like a worthy opponent. Maybe you shall do better than the minions of Lord Recluse..."
Wit that, he sent the ball of fire down to the mage.
((OOC: Hope you dont mind this characters late entry into the fight, but she goes hand in hand with Iron Fist, weve RPed the two together before.))
She brought the seashell comb through her waist-length blonde hair one more time before standing to examine herself fully. The stunningly beautiful woman had, at one point, been nothing more than a mercenary, selling her services to the highest bidder. Back then, her hair had been constantly dyed back, she had worn patterned skirts and shirts that constantly showed off her toned midriff. She wasnt that girl anymore. She wasnt Vim.
Things had changed so much during the breakout. Shed been scared and useless, without any type of guidance. But shed found him, Iron Fist, and hed showed her the path to true power. Using a spell of bloodlust upon the ignorant girl, the mastermind had turned her into the perfect killing machine, a hunter without mercy. The heroes had felt the full force of her, and some of her hits had been too quick and precise for even the mediporter to get the hero away in time.
She remembered the first time she had seen Atlantis, her home. She remembered the overwhelming awe she felt as she first entered her hunting grounds within the lair, a rich forest dotted with small pools filled with magnificent fish. Shed trained within her domain, her innate super strength becoming more than just a blunt fighting style.
She looked into the mirror and smiled, she looked beautiful. She used to wear ridiculous makeup, darkening and outlining her eyes, but she didnt do that anymore. Jord needed no makeup. She was an incarnate, a goddess in her own mind. She shook her head and watched her brilliant blonde hair sway back and forth as her armor, a lightweight and virtually invincible plate mail that looked like a dress of metallic green leaves, gleamed with the artificial light.
Jord balled her fist and punched the mirror, shattering it to tiny pieces. It wasnt that she didnt like the mirror, not that she didnt like what she saw, for she truly did. She just liked breaking things, and mirrors were so easy and satisfying. How easily it shattered under her blows!
The self-acclaimed goddess walked from her dressing room and to the fighting grounds. The battle had already started, her intangible connection to Iron Fist, her lover and savior, told her that. She wasnt sure if she would be able to enter by conventional means, but she would. Men crumpled under her blows as easily as the mirror she had recently decimated, she wasnt afraid of killing a few guards to stand next to the man she so desperately loved.
Of course, Jord doubted very much that Iron Fist needed her in this fight; he never got himself into anything he couldnt handle. Of course, Jord doubted there was anything the man wasnt capable of. But she wasnt there to rescue her lover.
She was there for the thrill of the hunt.
"Man 'sdark. What'm I s'posd t' b' figh'n an'ways?" A disgruntled Infernus complained.
"Though' 'his w's a figh' club."
Coldfire's hands crackled with flames as he flew through the air at breakneck speeds. His right fist cocked to punch through the juicers face. The fire would melt his face making it all too easy to destroy. After that he would inferno and obliterate the other freaks, all except the tank...that is, if everything went right. As he flew closer, the tank freak tried to knock him out of flight but Kaiser just froze the ground under the tank, making him slip.
((OOC: Ice Patch, hope you let that one slide!))
Midnight Dawn had drew his blades as the fight commenced. His focus was one the Webmaster. The two swords shined brightly even in the wane light of the arena. "A spider believes he can stand before the might of the Morning Sun?" he quipped as he starred over the mask at his opponent. He spun, as began to twirl the swords around him. His wings fluttering in rythm with his motions. After loosing up a little he gestured for the Webmaster to attack him.
Gideon hjeld on to his sword as ther freak came close. The freak then charged him.Gideon dodged his attacks. Gideons' hands then began to glow as he put his sword away. The immortal kept dodging the the freaks attack and started phase shifting. He was oviously slower thab Gideon. Gideon took advantage of the fact the freak was sllower than he was.
Andraxus scowled at Iron Fist's ursuption of his spell and angrily gestured, countering the fireball with a ball of ice. Lifting his staff high into the air, Andraxus slammed it down into the ground and sent a wave of rock rolling toward the mastermind.
"A worthy opponent indeed, O Incarnate," said Andraxus as he started making complicated gestures with his free hand. "A more worthy opponent than you shall ever be."
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Seeing Coldfire coming right at him, the Juicer panicked and jumped backward. He collided with the Mad Freak Slammer and the two of them went down. The Gunner had stepped back as well, but only so that he could get a better angle on the charging hero. With a cry, the Freakshow opened up a full barrage at Coldfire.
7h3 74nk was less fortunate, as the ice patch was impossible for his flat metal feet to grip and he fell flat onto his butt. Swearing in 1337, the massive Tank started pounding on the ice slick with his mallet, knowing from experience that if he tried to get up he'd just fall over again.
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"Ya damn fairy!" cursed Farfield as he widened his stance. "I'll take you down myself! You two! Get the other guy!"
"Yes, sir!" snapped down of the Longfangs and the two of them oriented on Gideon.
"Open fire!" shouted Farfield as he loosed a barrage of red disintegrator beams at Midnight Dawn. The Longfangs attacked Gideon with their less powerful machine guns which were built into two of their four spider legs.
OOC: I'll get to Infernus later. My computer time is up for right now.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
Coldfire, angry about missing such an easy target, called forth frozen aura and froze the oncoming bullets. With bloodlust in his eyes, hidden away by his dark sunglasses, Kaiser let out a huge cry of anger as he summoned forth all his power to blast forth with his ultimate attack, inferno.
(Err.... who to use Ryan or Goro, Ryan or Goro. Im going to use *Drum roll* Goro.
He stands about 7 feet tall. His Name is Goro the Stone King. He is made out of all stone with an average build. He wears faded brown simple pants tucket into combat boots. were the Gladiator Armor and has a Golden crown on his head that hads a row of five spikes sticking out of it. He in a SM/SD brute and wields a gaint stone hammer (Like Thors but two handed) So when ever i can get in)
OOC: Eh, what exactly does Inferno do? I'll get you in in a post or two, Ryan.
BIC: A switch was thrown and Infernus was suddenly illuminated in a bright spot light. He couldn't tell how large the room was but there was a definate sense of someone else out there just outside the light.
"Greetings prospective fighter!" said a cheerful mechanical voice that seemed to come from nowhere. "Greetings and welcome to the Coliseum! If you would be so kind as to provide your name, alias, a general description of your powers, and a return address we would be glad to move on in our evaluation!"
The sheer chirpiness of that voice would be enough to drive even the most mild mannered pencil pusher into a killing rage if it kept talking for too long.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.
OOC: Alright. I'm going to try this again. I think the main problem last time was the fact that I forgot to say Open RP. Anyway, the set-up.
BIC: Welcome to the Coliseum, the semi-legal brother to the well known Arena system.
Created for the sole purpose of entertaining those with power and money, the Coliseum exhibits fights much like those of its namesake from ancient times. One days worth of fighting could have a team of heroes hampered by power dampeners fighting for their lives against a gang of Hellions. A squad of Nemesis troops might fight alongside those of the Devouring Earth against a small army of Council while afterward a Circle of Thorns death mage reanimates those who died to fight against a small group of villains. Anything and everything goes in the Coliseum as long as it does not harm the patrons from which it gathers money and new gladiators. Any may participate for any reason. The Coliseum is also a place for those seeking to hide from the law; for as long as they fight, the influence of the Coliseums patrons will protect them.
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The fifty yard diameter circle of the Coliseum floor provided more than enough space for most battles. With holographic technology and an entire floor that could be switched, swapped, or combined to form any type of terrain or environment it was more than enough. But all this technological marvel was wasted on this fight, a pair of trolls fighting a hulking pumacite. The fight was already a forgone conclusion; one troll's spine was broken and the other was fighting for his life against the sledgehammer fists of the rock creature. The troll slipped and fell on the plain sand that currently covered the arena and the watching crowd screamed and booed and cheered as his skull was caved in by a foot stomp. The Coliseum boasted a medi-port system on par with that of Paragon City but to use it you need either money or connections. Those two trolls had neither, which might have been the reason for their fighting. But that didn't matter, as the pumacite was being led away and the announcer was annoucing the next fight.
"And here we are ladies and gentlemen! The biggest fight of the night! A straight fight between two randomly picked teams! Let's see who wins!"
Two large doors on either end of the floor opened up to admit the opposing teams onto the arena floor.
OOC: This RP will be a bit different from those that are here normally. Instead of joining you with my own character, I will instead control those you will all fight. Therefore, you cant instantly knock anything out of the fight. The most you can do is say what you try to do, such as throwing a fireball at a Skull, and maybe add a contingency plan just in case the fireball misses or otherwise fails. I am the ultimate decision on what happens when someone attacks an NPC. PC combat will operate normally.
You can be anything in this thread; a hero, a villain, the Sergeant of a squad of Longbow, or a CoT demon leading his troops into battle. Any mix of powers is acceptable. If you want to be a guy who can fling fireballs, manipulate gravity, and throws cars, thats ok, just remember that I may point at something and say, No. You cant throw cars. And that would be that.
Have patience, keep an open mind, and let us see if we can make this work as well as Ive gotten it to work before.
And as for teams, right now I'll have all the player created characters versus my guys. So feel free to walk/run/fly/move out of the left door and set yourselves up.
Statesman said let there be heroes, and there were heroes.
Lord Recluse said let there be villains, and there were villains.
NCsoft said let there be nothing, and there was nothing.