The Enemy

Zak walked to his last period slowly, he looked down at his watch then kept walking. The bell rang loudly and had a twisted echo as it traveled threw the long hallways. Zak thought back to what his last period teacher said [I]"Zak, if you're late tomorrow I'll have no choice but to give you detention!"[/I] He really didn't like detention, always the same four guys just there so they look tough, it sickened him. He needed to find a way to get to class without his teacher noticing. He put two fingers to each of his temples and moved his hands in a circular motion "Come on, come on!" he said to himself, now standing still in the hall. His mind opened up and his vision blurred slowly ending in a dull grey. Then a small black dot appeared and grew into a large picture, it was Zak, he was kneeling by the window of his class room and he looked down to his watch it had been exactly three minutes since the ell rang and he gazed into the room. The science teacher looked at her clock, then walked into the hallway as Zak quickly went in threw the window, he made his way to the back of the room as the class quietly giggled and he sat down just as his teacher walked in. "Oh Zak, I didn't notice you came in"...Then he came back, he fell to his knees and held his head as it throbbed in pain. "If I use this ability more maybe I'll get used to it and it'll hurt a little less." He slowly stood and blinked a few times before looking at his watch again. He had about 30 seconds for his vision to be true. Running threw the school he was outside in less than ten seconds. Next he ran around the corner of the building, he got to the right window with roughly 2 seconds to spare. As his view passed over the room, he saw his teacher look at the clock then head for the door. He whispered to himself "I don't know what's worse, the pain or the constant deja vu." Cracking a smile he climbed into the room and got to his seat just in time. The teacher walked in and as expected spoke "Oh Zak, I didn't notice you came in, well let's get started, shall we?" She wrote a few chemical formula's on the board and asked if anyone could identify them. Zak was wonderful at chemistry and put up is hand repeatedly. After about the fifth time the teacher stopped calling on him and waited for other students to try and answer. It seemed like nearly no time at all before the bell rang and school was out. As Zak walked tout the front doors he got an odd feeling, like he was being watched. He turned to see what seemed to be a person on the roof. He squinted and his sight zoomed forth as if he were looking threw a scope. The image was crystal clear now. It was a girl, Zak didn't know her name but he'd seen her around the school. He shrugged it off and went on his way home.

Hello people, I agree that my power was a little much, so I changed my guy. Just thought u all should know, you can re-read my character. Then u will know all about him.

[QUOTE]Canada does not have the capability to have "Manifest-Destiny' esque desires as Russia, China or the United States do.[/QUOTE] What??? I'm no genuis in canadian war capabilities, I live in canada but I pride my Irish haritage more so. Either way, doesn't Canada have just as much "capability" to make several atom bombs?? Canada could have tons of power, for a few reasons, one: we're smart :p. But seriously, we could make billions of bombs and weapons of mass destruction, but why? Canada doesn't need random warfare on it's hands for no reason. We hear "Another 5 american souldiers died in Iraq today when their jeep hit a land-mine." and the majority think "Who needs to attack the mideast??" we have a lack of employment in Canada hm? Well problem solved, hire more airplane security! Anywho where was I going there...ah yes. Canada doesn't have the weapons or soldiers to attack a random country, but that's because we have no plans to, duh. Finally on a semi-unrelated topic. The fact that for a while we were all scared about "weapons of mass destruction" or no! They hve weapons of mass destruction?!?! Well what the hell does the U.S. have??? Weapons of peace and sharing??? I mean get with the program people, weapons are weapons, they're all made for destruction! P.S. I'm tired and bored, so if my post is inconsistant and pig headed, feel free to poke fun at it and laugh later with your co-workers :)

[B]Name:[/B] Zakkary DeMarsh [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e265/Silver_Avenger/Anime%20guys/assalent1zh1.jpg]Zak[/URL] This is exactly what he looks like more often then not, but maybe a little less straps. [B]General Mood:[/B] Laid back and relaxed, while having a silent and mysterious air about him. Not many know anything about him but he is late for every one of his classes and has few friends who no one but he knows in person. [B]Quirks:[/B] Over thinking things and calculating everything around him e.g. counting the number of steps to school, gauging the percentage of soap left in the little dispenser next to the school bathroom sink exactly 4 feet from the stall etc. He is also a little lazy, not thinking he's got to hurry for anything and rarely thinking about the consequences of his actions. [B]Powers:[/B] A strange power he calls "true vision" he may notknow all but he virtually does see all. His eyes and mind know the truth. The basic modes of his power are seeing what others cannot, x-ray vision, infra-red vision,and most powerfully, his preconative ability. He can see things before they happen, but only things that directly relate to him. His power over it is not absolute however. He can rarely see whatever he wants to in the future, and they usually come to him as a flash. He also can't see things around him normally when gazing threw time. He also has the potential to use his power to see normally from a place where he isn't. seeing from a wall into a room he's never entered, but this is a hard and odd power he's not fermiliar with. (he can't see things around him normally when seeing from other places.) [B]Background:[/B] He was born and raised in the U.S. and he was your average student threw life. He was never really motivated to do anything significant. Most teachers thought he was a very smart guy but was never using his inelegance. The phrase burned into his head threw out school was "Zak I know you have potential but you don't use it" countless teachers had told him that. He rarely grew to have friends and wasn't seen hanging out with anyone, ever. He walked to school every day and was late to his classes constantly, due to his semi-decent grades his teachers didn't often scold him for it though. Other students viewed him as a goth poser, he wasn't emo or suicidal, he didn't hate life or get depressed on a regular basis, but he still wore black clothes and stuck to himself. When he discovered his powers he was walking home from the nearest convenient store to his house, as his mom had asked him to go get some milk. He got half way across an intersection when something went terribly wrong. He turned to the left, a red light stopped all rational traffic but a runaway biker skidded between the cars, followed closely by half a dozen police cruisers. The bike bounced off a truck and spiralled into the telephone pole. As the drivers body hit there as a sickening crack and blood splattered all over the intersection when his bike exploded soon after. The telephone pole itself fell towards Zak and he dove to the side to avoid it. As it hit the ground the rest of the lights lost power and went black. That's when all the twisted pieces fell deeper into place in Zak's fate. He looked behind him in horror as a transport truck saw the lights die but was a little too close to stop on a dime. The driver slammed the breaks and turned the wheel hard to the side, but the truck screeched forward. Soon the truck was in it's side and Zak heard similar sounds from the opposite side, the police cursers also swerved closer. Then he awoke. He was standing in the middle of the street halfway across the intersection. His head pounded in pain and he held his forhead for a minute or so. He was distracted from hishead ache when he heard the roar of sirens. His view instantly shot to the left as he saw the same biker skid threw the cars, and bounce to the light post. As it hit he took two steps to the back. The post fell towards him and landed infront of him, missing him by nearly a foot. He put two and two together and ran as fast as he could away from the intersection. He heard the clash of twisted metal behind him and turned to see the very same transport truck clash into the cruisers. Then he went back home and rethought what he saw and what happened. With a new view of reality he began trying to see other things, with some avail, and began liing life a new with insight some barely dreamt of. [B]Occupation: [/B] Student

I also want to add that martial arts is right up there on my list of weapons I'd use. Like judo throws or taekwando kicks would deffinetly fend off a few random attackers.

[B]Name: [/B] Ashen Kaizer [B]Age:[/B]30 [B]Gender: [/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://membres.lycos.fr/lilolivier2/Jin_Kazama.jpg] Ashen[/URL] [B]Fighting style:[/B] Mixed grappling arts. Judo, Jujitsu, and Hapki-Do mainly. [B]Personality: [/B] An arrogant and snobby person all around, he believes he is the best foghter on the planet and has no doubts of him losing in this battle.

Indeed as the title proclaims, this is a spar. But an ordinary spar thread? Of coarse not, far from it. The ancient flames of the past burn bright in the warriors of today. Men and women fight long and hard for what's right and just. They battle to their last breath for what they believe in. In the past many elite champions of justice and villains of chaos have battled minor wars with armies of anonymous foot soldiers. Finally the time has come, those who once sent forth men to fight for them will fight for themselves. They seek to prove why they are the emperors of their lands. All the mightiest kings and lords have gathered to determine a true ruler for the world itself. Thousands of fights have had millions of deaths to find the single victor, and few have had the best of each nation battle one on one to decide the winning king. Eventually those of whom sent the armies realized this was the true way, but they did not trust any one man besides themselves to win for their country. And so, they went themselves. To thrust forth the one and only real lord, the many lords of the lands have come to one place, to fight for their right to rule. The kings and emperors are have not earned their titles through pathetic bantering and diplomacy however, they have earned them through their own fighting skills. This battle was not one to be taken lightly, it was the single most important fight of recorded history... SUM UP- Alrighty then, the lords, kings, emperors, rulers, and otherwise titles bosses of the many lands have all gathered in one area to fight it out themselves. Each one is a master of his or her style and technique. [B][I]**RULES**[/I][/B] [U]1. [/U] I know most of you just join for good stories or what not and fighting will get boring relatively fast for the general populace, so when and if you do get bored simply kill off your character. DO NOT: Just stop posting. [U]2. [/U] Although this is a spar and really just made for fight scenes, as many people as want to may join, it is the ultimate battle royal. [U]3.[/U] Do not kill of someone?s character without permission. [U]4.[/U] It is a free for all every person for themselves, but if anyone wants to make an alliance go for it. [U]5.[/U] Please be true to your style, fight as an actual master of that style would. [U][I]!!Sign ups!![/I][/U] [B]Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Fighting style: Personality:[/B]

[B]Name -[/B] Special officer, Chris Crowder [crow-dur] [B]Age -[/B] 24 [B]Gender - [/B] Male [B]Appearance -[/B][URL=http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a339/Xgpsun628/32058-MustangFlames.jpg] Chris[/URL] [B]Power -[/B] [U]psychokenesis:[/U] The inate ability to manipulate matter at an atomis or malecular level. Chris uses his powers in a variety of ways. [B]Position -[/B] Special ops, head of 'A' team bomb squad. Self proclaimed explosives and demolitions expert. [B]Uniform - [/B] classic bomb squad uniform (in pic) [B]Weapons - [/B]A personally designed granade launcher he named "the portable morge" his true power lies in he genius behind his secretly designed smart rounds. [B]Personality -[/B] A calm and cool individual, often teased for his stereotypical 'loner' persona. He loves the inner workings of chemistry and in his spare time reads about just that. He also has an keen interest in explosives. He tend to love talking about both topics but they always just confuse those who he's talking to. [B]Bio -[/B] When he was born the military unit keeping watch on that hospetal took him away from his family. His parents always dispised the military for putting them threw it because their child was better than others, it seemed like a cruel ironny. He grew up secluded in the military base, constently told to read about chemistry so he would understand himself. At first he didn't understand at all what they meant but he eventually learned about his powers. He could control things, and change them at an unheard of level, atomicly and molecularly he could manipulate matter particle by particle. Now his extensive knoledge of chemistry and physics came to be his greatest aid, so he could truely understand what he was doing. His only draw back was the fact that he had to be in direct contact with an object to use his powers on it, but because of his training in chemicals and formulas, intwined with his power to change the very characteristics of matter made him the best possible candidate for the bomb squad. Now he leads it, though slow as any other bomb proffecional, for needing to think outwhat he was doing while using his powers, he was infinitly better equiped and more efficiant than any physical bomb defuser.

Here's my guy Name: Dao-Jai Son (Dao) Age: 24 Gender: Male Fighting style: [URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira]Capoeira[/URL] (resembles break dancing) Appearence:[URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/07/TerryBogardKOF2003.jpg]Dao[/URL] Personality: Usually pictures himself as above any other. He will fight anyone and everyone who wishs to. While fighting Dao has a habit of laughng and taunting his opponents. He has very few close friends and is generally a mysterious man, but those who know him know him as a fun loving man deathly devoted to his art. Bio: Growing up in a shoddy home near new york his family had adopted him. He grew up with african parents who had learned the capoeira style from their parents and so they taught it to Dao. He learned faster than any they had even heard of, mastering move after move, strike after strike, until finally he mastered the style itself. He now can move and fight as nothing more than pure reflex, while fighting a worthy adversary he tries his hardest and becomes all the more keen and lethal. He is known as a pro, some call him the dancing pro or the dancing fool as according to if they respect or hate him. Currently he fights for nothing more than fun, but it is slowly and surely angering those who bet against him. First fight: Dao walked the crouded street, hetting strange looks from all. He eventually walked down a nearby alley as he walked he heard a low rumble, it got louder and louder until it was a full cheering croud. They huddled around an open area where 4 alley's met. The land was open and two fighters were locked in a grapple. Upon seeing the fight Dao let out a big laugh and the croud fell silent to looks at him with harsh glares. Even the fighters nodded to each other then faced the new threat. "Will you face one of us?" asked one of the fighters. Dao nodded and walked into the make shift ring. The croud started a low cheer as the fighters circled each other, then one man in the croud called out "Now get him!" Dao grinned as over 10 other fighters ran at him. First he leapt at the man heoriginally challenged, in a diving fashion he caught himself on his hands and kicked he man in the face 3 times. Then he pushed off and landed on his feet, he crouched and heaved forth a sweeping low kick, knocking 4 off their feet. Then he jumped up and back flipped kicking another 2 men and knocking them out cold. The 4 started to stant as Dao fell once again, he spin his legs and twisted his hips while heeping himself up with his hands. He kicked the knees of all 4 men, shattering the knees of 3 and dislocating the knee of the last. Only 5 left now, then slowed their attack and carefully walked forward. Dao finished off another two with a jumping round house, then he flipped to his hand and kicked a third in the head taking care of him aswell. Only 2 left, they were angered by Dao's laughing and ran forward.Dao just laughed more and jumped into he air, he kicked one in the face and as he fell he elbowed the other aswell. The two dropped like flies and when he looked around, Dao realized that most of the croud was mad but not stupid. He walked away happy with his wins and grinned to himself as he thought of the upcoming tourney.

Threw the centuries the powerful martial arts of old have been all but forgotten. Lately there have been fights, secret fights. They are held in back alleys and underground clubs. The fights usually just consisted of two or sometimes 3 or 4 men or women, fighting for virtually no reason but to get out their anger. They had few rules and lasted as long as the fighters were willing to fight. But alas, they have inevitably drawn out those ho were once in hiding. Around the underground the ones who came were called "the pro's". They were men and women who knew how to fight better than any other. They had mastered the ancient styles and forms, assaulting brutish thugs with wave after wave of traditional muay thai and shaolin kung fu. The pro's have been taking in more then their fair share of bet money, as the fights were usually held up for bidding on the winner. And as expected the lords of the fights, often mafia gangsters and mob bosses, began hating the pro's. They would secretly hire professional league martial artists to defeat the pro's specifically. It was all for not though, for even the most trained karate and jujitsu masters could not face up o the unnatural talent of the pro's, even when fighting the pro of the same martial art. Now the biggest fight is about to commence, it's called the "King's death match" a huge tournament like fight of epic proportions. There are a few little problems though. First of all, the lords don't wish for any of the pro's to compete, as they would win every fight, so they have been even hiring hit men and assassins to kill the pro's before the death fight. And naturally the pro's don't like this, so they have been making outside fights, random bouts with those who plan on competing in the big match. The fights have become chaotic, masters of every and any style beating on others of same skill. The pro's will fight any and all who challenge them, but few can even try to fight back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Okay the kings death match will begin in a few days, but the pro's are killing off or at least scaring off combatants, while the mafia leaders and mob bosses are trying to kill of the pro's. Let's see how this will progress, I hope we all have fun. [U][I]Sign up's[/I][/U] [B]Name:[/B] [pronounceable] [B]Age:[/B] [18-50 no 5 year old karate masters :p] [B]Gender:[/B] [simple] [B]Fighting style:[/B] [real, and you must follow it, everyone gets hit once in a while, boxers won't kick to much, judo masters won't avoid grapples etc.] [B]Appearence:[/B] [simple pic or description] [B]Personality:[/B] [simple] [B]Bio:[/B] [brief history] [B]First fight:[/B] [A short couple of paragraphs depicting your first fight to give us all a taste of fights with you to come.]

Morty took a stand at his next target 50 meters. He grinned as he took off his armour and waved to the crowd, shaking out his hair a bit. The crowd both cheered and booed seeing that an elf ,a pure blood, was competing. He twirled his bow around his wrist then took out the first arrow of the new target. As he gazed over the target he twirled the arrow like a baton then fluidly knocked it ending the spinning. The crowd laughed and cheered at his antics then fell dead silent as he pulled back the string. he let loose an arrow and it firmly struck the red. Most of the crowd just whispered to itself in confusion. Then Morty took out the other two arrows and knocked them simultaneously. He pulled back the bow string and squinted slightly at the target, focussing. Then he let go and the arrows both whizzed off in unison. They touched gently in the air and flew in miniature spirals around one another then landed hard in the bulls-eye. The crowd went wild, sheering and yelling loudly. Morty grinned. He took a step over, lining himself with his last target and there were various yells from the stands "DOUBLE!" "TRIPLE!" and "Bull's-eye!" were yelled the most. Morty picked out the first arrow for his final target, he knocked, aimed and fired. A bull's-eye. The crowd cheered again, but Morty heard stray tones of hatred,, things like "Elf cheater!" and "blood line advantage!" were predominant. Morty paid no mind and took out his next arrow. He fired purposely into the outer red. 15 points was good enough for the trick he was doing next. He raised an arm and waved for the judge. After a few seconds the judge ran over and they whispered amongst themselves for a while, finally the judge nodded and left. Morty took his bow and unstrung it. Then he stabbed his sword into the ground and pulled the string tight between his hands. He finished by running the string on the sword and cutting off a piece from the end. Everyone looked at him in confusion as he tried a knot in the end of the shorter string. He then restrung his bow significantly tighter and drew forth his final arrow. The judge had agreed he could tighten the bow and he told Morty he thought the bow could easily handle it. Morty smiled rashly as he pulled back on the stronger bow and took aim. He aimed carefully for a fair 30 seconds and let the arrow fly. It dared threw the air at amazing speeds then cracked, to the crowds unscrupulous cheering, threw Morty's first arrow! On the scoring of a second bull's-eye the crowd nearly deafened the contestants and Morty let out a proud laugh. He walked back to the bench grinning at his fine work and looked at the other contestants fuming in anger. Morty just let out another laugh and began thinking of the obstacle course. He had taken off his armour so it was no problem, and elven reflexes and grace were the perfect asset for such a challenge.

[B]Name:[/B] Count Victor Zasamoon [B]Age:[/B] 42 [B]Race:[/B] Dismuth-A species of human haters, they find humans as nothing but an evolutionary mistake, creating something so weak that appears almost the same as something so strong. The characteristics of his race are graceful movements, courteous actions, and signaturely their mind bending speed. They look as humans do, but age like elves.[URL=http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m65/AdventFenrir/16-2.jpg]PIC[/URL] [B]Weapons:[/B] He is master of concealed daggers and blades, most predominantly his cane. [URL=http://www.realcoolsavings.com/sword/pr/GREW2255CTS.html#GREW2255C]The cane (scroll down to see bigger image.)[/URL] [B]Magic talents:[/B] Some say the speed of the dismuth is derived from magic, they move fast enough to dodge a sword swing with ease. And more powerful ones can run vertical and liquid surfaces. Victor personally has skills beyond most of his kind. He prefers concealing and illusionary spells. [B]Personality:[/B] Victor hates all humans with a passion, he respects elves to a degree, seeing them as equals. He does not fight for no reason, and always has a motive for every one of his actions. He is quite mysterious otherwise and not much more is known about him personally [B]Bio: [/B] Victor grew up in a city of his race, growing and learning quickly. The dismuth age like elves indeed, but choose to still learn as if they were not around as long as they are. Trying to mature and grow as much as possible during their life-times. Victor has known of the alabaster cup since he was a child, but stayed away because of the gathering of humans. More recently he has learned that humans have talked down about the dismuth, saying they are weak and that is why they never get into wars or join the cup. When in actual fact, they simply find to need to fight pointlessly. However upon hearing this Victor decided to travel across the land to compete. His goal to win and prove to the world once more that dismuth are no weaklings. He believes he can win simply because dismuth are strong very fast and skilled in allot of areas.

The contestants took their stand at the first mark to shoot at the closest target. Before firing they all looked around to see who else was their. A few interesting men struck Morty's eye. One, a gentlemen dressed in fine black and silver clothing. Morty noticed him because mainly he was just very noticeable, but also because he had not seen him fight at all before. He had seen the man around but he hadn't done, anything. He was present for the preliminaries, but whenever Morty spotted him he was just there with a walking cane. Morty assumed he was older than he looked because he took his cane everywhere with him. But more interesting in the preliminaries, was the fact that all around him were slain men. Bodies upon bodies were piled around him, but Morty never saw him draw a weapon. Now he was standing, slightly leaning on his cane, no more than 10 feet from Morty in the next row. Morty knew he was a dangerous threat but couldn't put his finger on exactly why he was so threatening. Like he has seen and been very afraid of him before but he completely forgot who he was. The next man was rather far from a whole man. He was a centaur, a half horse man known for their skill in archery. Ironic that Morty had only noticed him out and out ,during the archery competition. Morty picked up the relatively fine crafted bow provided in his row and tested the string. Then he looked over the arrows for cracks and noticed them to be of excellent quality as well. He could hardly wait to begin so he knocked an arrow and aimed at the first target. As soon as the duke said begin Morty fired, he would easily get a bull's-eye on the close target with his elven feats, but decided he should not show off and fired into the red. Then he knocked another arrow and shot into the red again. Finally drawing back his final arrow for that target, and firing he hit the blue. He planned to save his skill for the farther targets, at 20 feet it would be a waste of effort. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [COLOR=Blue]I have made a character sign up in the inn for the mysterious man, but not the centaur, mainly because something bad will happen to the centaur after he does well in this event.[/COLOR]

This is an awesome topic! Me and a friend were randomly talking about our W.O.C.'s just today :animesmil. I'm not sure I understand some of your choices though, the UIM and the atom bomb mainly. I may have been the only one who noticed, but they would kill you aswell as your attackers, defeating the purpose entirely. Anywho, my weapon of choice is either a cane sword (for those who don't know a cane sword is a sword blade, consealed in a walking cane, with th head of the cane and about 5 inches as the handle) or a nice gentelmanly rapier. I like swift smooth weapons, meant for a businessman with sword fighting exp. lol.

Morty was one of the few still standing when the preliminary round had ended, he glanced the area and quickly found No-omi.. He ran over to her and hugged her, then let go and blushed slightly "I'm glad to see you're ok." he said. She answered "Like wise." She had done well for herself and had very few minor bruises. They went home to the inn and went to the room. Morty decided to celebrate their victory and got out some wine. He poured a class for each of then and before the night was done they had each drank three. Then they passed out Morty laying on his stomach and No-omi laying across his back on her stomach as well. In the morning neither Morty nor No-omi had a hangover, Morty assumed it was because of their blood lines and general species. They were on their way to the archery event when the road was blocked by a large amount of soldiers and bards. They were having a parade for the king, who was in a large chariot with his trophy the last magi chained and forced to walk behind him. An announcer walked just in front of the gold armoured horses of the king and called out the king's glory for capturing such a rare token. The parade was heading for the archery area but the contestants were to show up early to get numbered for their targets and their goblets. The princess was handing out alabaster goblets at he entrance and both No-omi and Morty got their own. In the area it was a massive walled off field just to the side of the chalky wrestling arena. The field had 36 targets in it, the targets were set up in slots of three for each contestant. The field had while markings to dictate twelve rows, they were each 15 feet wide. In each row there were three targets, one 20 feet away, one 50 and one 150. The targets were lined up all the twenty foot targets were perfectly lined up lengthways across the rows as were the 50's and 150's, they were also set up to that each contestant would simply step to the right and be in line with his next farthest target. Judging by the quivers in the front of each row each contestant apparently got 3 arrows per target. The contestants were to line up for their closest target, fire three arrows in time as each one wished, giving them their own ample time to ready themselves and line up the shots. Then a judge would run to each target and count up the ponts then the contestants got back up and fired at the second target then so on. The targets were simple in design a small red circle in the center with a black pit head dot symbolizing a bull's-eye, then a blue ring in a black ring, which was in a white ring. The scoring was as follows : bull's-eye-10 points red-5 points blue-3 points black-2 points and white-1 point And that would be for the 20 foot target, the one at 50 feet had it's values doubled and the 150 foot (for those who chose to fire at it) had tripled values. Morty and No-omi sat on the contestant bench waiting for the rest to arrive. And wondering just how skilled the other would-be archers...well, would be.

"RAAHHHHH" Beston let out an angered roar that echoed threw the forest. He turned to the elf in pure blood loving hate and screamed "Your soul is not worth your trouble!!" He then used his large hand and swung to the elf, the back clashed of the elf's face and sent him spiralling into the air and into a large tree hard. Beston then latched his sword to his back and darted off after Xander. He travelled faster than it looked like he ever could. Running for2 hour as he followed Xanders trail, soon closing in on him. Beston came across a camp, filled with smouldering fires and the obvious trail of human scum. With renewed energy from the excitement of getting closer, he began running not 5 minutes later. His legs began glowing with an odd dark red hue, he was using the power of his newly captured souls. Beston's speed nearly tripled as he ran as hard as he possibly could. Eventually he came up behind a group of horsemen with a clear leader. On closer observation Beston saw the leader and saw he had the winged girl on his steed. Beston growled and kept running. With all his might he jumped into the sky, and drew his sword. Still in his demon form he crashed down in front of the group and faced Xander. The horses stopped in their tracks and went up on their back legs as they were terrified by the creature before them. "I shall not let you take her from me!" He said loudly. "Hand her over, or you and your group shall die here and now." whispers of fear passed threw the group, not many of them knew what the girl was exactly and they weren't very willing to risk their lives for a stranger. Xander was shocked "How did you follow me so fast? I didn't even see you coming up the trail." Beston replied "Know not do you, of the power of demons." in an annoyed tone. Then he drew his sword and pointed it to Xander. By this point the girl was awake and slightly scared for her life. First and for most, she could not move her hands and was apparently tied to a man. Then there was the brutal demon threatening to kill the group. She supposed the most shocking and terrifying fact, was that the man she was strapped to, was still facing the demon and was risking the lives of him among all the present men. She did not want blood shed, and she could see that the demon was strangely willing to avoid it as well, but she was left with only one choice to create the absence of death here.

Beston heard a voice call from behind hi "Mind I have a word?" asked the voice, from the question Beston knew it was a human male. He was tougher, faster, stronger, and over all better than most humans. Beston could tell from the energy of his soul. Beston put down the angel-folk and walked a few steps toward the man. "Tell me your name before we exchange conversation." said Beston, the man replied "My name is Xander, and yours?" Beston replied "Beston. What is your business here Xander?" Xander answered "I'm exploring this land." Beston thought over the situation, and decided he had limited options. He could not let the man go, for he would surely tell that Beston had the winged girl. He could kill him and steal his soul, or the most interesting choice-he could gain this warrior as an ally. His thoughts were interrupted by Xander talking "And what of you? What business does a demon have in these parts, your not even close to Simions kingdom." Xander clearly struck a nerve, Beston clenched his fist and said "That kingdom...is rightfully mine." He continued "And if you know I am a demon I have no need for this shadow of life." A black energy flashed over him and his sword and revealed his true shape. The swords gaze locked on Xander as Beston held it to the side and Xander felt an erie feeling passing over him. He'd seen demons before but this one was different, the other demons were scum, nothing more than mere killers for the largest bidder. This one was different, this "beston" Xander felt like he was gazing upon the embodiment of a thousand lost souls tortured for eternity, the essence of hatred and pure chaos. The most horrible notion of the whole feeling however, was that in the midst of chaos and doom, there was a human mind, the living spirit of a normal man trapped by his own hatred and gluttony. Xander could hardly stand it. After seconds that seemed like a lifetime Beston lunged forward. Xander expected an attack and also knew he couldn't just stop a full attack from the evil blade. Instead he blocked on an angle, deflecting the sword but falling off his horse. Beston used the momentum of the deflection and swung right around slashing horizontally. Xander ducked, and his horse had moved away from the fight, and stabbed at Bestons grotesque arm. His sword ricochet off of some stray jutting bone and he made another cut to Bestons leg, dropping him. Xander then went for the final blow, leaping into the air to land in a deathly stab threw Bestons chest, or so it was supposed to be. Beston however didn't like the idea, he brought up his sword to block, then he grabbed Xanders neck with his huge arm. Xander figured he was done for but still struggled to slash and stab at the arm. He could only make a few attack attempts before Beston threw him though. Xander flew threw the air quickly, smashing threw a small tree then smashing into another before falling to the ground. When he stood Beston was already running towards him, sword held high. Xander ducked and rammed Beston in the stomach with his shield. Beston stopped and regained his composure then said "Join me. We could both use each other's help. You are a wise one, I can sence it, join me and we will make a powerful alliance." Then he pointed his sword to the ground, defensively and so the eye was not looking at Xander.

A group of human knights were galloping across a fine pathway. They were making their way to Beston in his cloaked form. As then approached they saw he was standing directly in the path, his massive blade at the ready. The leader called for a halt and the horses slowed to a stop in front of Beston. He pointed his sword toward them with incredible strength. "Move." he said calmly. The troop of humans didn't realize they were being tailed by a group of demons, sent to destroy them. The leader of the knights then said "We cannot, we must make our way back to the kingdom of kind lord Kyrik There's been work of demons and we must send word of it to the king himself." Beston smirked "Work of demons?! Oh my!" The human leader grinned thinking of the mans fear made him think better of himself, most humans were full of themselves and liked acting high and mighty even if they were nothing but scum. Beston then said "...Work of demons...you don't know how right you are.." Then a loud shriek rang from behind the humans. They turned and saw many dark creatures. They saw manticores, gargoyles, and various half breeds of humans with oxen, pigs, foxes, birds and many more. The first to attack were the manticores, diving downward at the humans. Beston took his chance and leapt into the air, sword in hand. He cut threw at least a dozen manticore and half a dozen gargoyles while air-born. When he landed he swung a huge circle and tore threw many of the half-breed looking demons. The remaining flying creatures turned and attacked Beston, knowing he was the threat. Beston continued to sting the mighty blade in his palm hacking threw anything that fell in it's path. He made many sweeps jabs and vertical heaving cuts. Each swing brought down several more demons. They seemed unending in their swarming attack, but Beston seemed invincible in his godly defence. He pulled around the sword killing another 5 manticores. He wielded the sword the size of himself as if it were merely a normal claymore. His power with the sword deeply unsettled the humans watching in awe. He made another huge circular sweep and either cut threw or threw back anything within 6 feet of himself. Eventually the demon hordes began thinning. Only about 20 or so mantocires, 3 gargoyles, and 17 half-breeds remained. Beston made short work of the manticores, they were dumb enough to gather around him. Then the half breeds, they has limited manoeuvrability and could not hide from Bestons blade. Fin ally the gargoyles also fell, they flew down one at a time and were slashed to bits in order of which came close enough next. When it was all over the human leader road up to the bloodied man and thanked him greatly with much admiration. "Thank you kind sir, come with us, if our king learns of this fantastic deed he will surely knight you. You will be known threw the ages." Beston replied coldly "Yes, I will be remembered...but not as a pathetic human knight." While he spoke a glistening wave of dark energies gleemed down his sword, revealing the moving eye and other strange characteristics. The human knights leader got no more than a few feet away when the same dark energy passed over Beston. Showing his dark armour and the mass of muscle and jagged bone he called an arm. Beston jumped and cleaved the knight leader in two, then landed hard and dashed to the group remaining. He kept up his speed and held out his blade, cutting up the horses on which they rode like frail twigs. All the humans fell to the ground atop their mutilated steeds and half were cut to shreds while they tried to stand. Others got up but their blades flew aside when they attempted to block the gruesome living sword of the demon before them. He ripped each one to smithereens and ignored their screams of agony and pain as he made them nothing but meat and bones. Finally, he was done with the group of what may have been humans at some point, and he held his sword to the sky. Black and blue lightning surged from the mangled corpses and into Beston,, the pupil of the swords eye dialated and it's crimson gaze darted to all directions as the lightning fed into it as well. This only lasted roughly 7 seconds. Then Beston received a wave of black energy and his figure reformed to that of his cloaked form. He grinned madly looking over the wreckage of bodies filled with that of demons and humans alike. Once fully content that they were all dead, which didn't take long, he began walking down the path again. In search of more souls to power his twisted power.

Greetings all, I want u all to know I changed my character again, sorry for the confusion but I got a really good idea a little late. So please read over it again to be well informed on new info, thank you.

The fight began. Everyone surrounding Morty went wild with attack, half wielding swords, which Morty frowned upon. He saw a man with a sword quickly duel another to the ground and breaking his jaw in the process. Morty decided the man still up shouldn't be using his sword. He dashed threw the crowd making it seem like no more than a thick mist, and made his way to the man. As he arrived a young looking girl also ran to him, the man tripped her quickly and cut her arm to force her sword out of of her hand. Morty then swung to hit him in the face but the man dodged downward and slashed up with the sword. Morty side-stepped making the man miss and then kicked at his wrist. The man moved his wrist enough for it not to be broken but the blade got hit directly on. The man didn't drop the blade, he was well trained with it to be sure. But alas, the sword did swing violently off coarse. Morty swiftly then put a foot in front of the man and twisted his body, finally hitting the man in the back hard. The man fell and Morty grabbed the back of the mans armour and stopped him just inches from the chalky ground. Then Morty stepped on the mans sword and pulled him back up forcing him to let go. When standing the man glared at Morty and tried to push him. Then Morty grabbed the man's wrists and crossed his armed across his chest, before pushing him back lightly. While the man regained his balance Morty grabbed his sword and ran. He jumped onto the crowd and jumped from head to head smoothly as he could on a solid path. He soon made it to a wall of the dukes mansion bordering the open area. First he jumped and landed with both feet on the wall, in an instant he used all his strength to force the sword into the wall, and left it there kicking off the wall. He landed on the shoulders of another man forcing him down and then he continued dodging, trying not to eliminate those without a chance of beating him down, letting the equals fight off each other. He then spotted one who was surely not equal. It was a shackled man but he was doing much better than any who were fully armed. Morty made his approach slowly careful to keep out of the new guy's sight as much as possible. Watching him closely while closing the space between them, Morty now knew this new guy was the new biggest threat.

Name: Beston Age: 666 (this is strict coincidence) Race: Demon Kingdom/outsider:Past Northern Appearance: This is when he is cloaking his form> [URL=http://www.animepaper.net:8080/upload/thumbs/scans/Soul-Calibur/%5Bmedium%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Soul-Calibur_Megan_51331.jpg]Beston cloaked[/URL]. This is his true form, used only when needed> [URL=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/53/450pxsc3nightmareconcept16yd.jpg]True form[/URL] Note: he cloaks his sword aswell as himself Weopondry: In his cloaked form he uses a huge Zweihänder, but in his true form it's demonic and has a living essance. (the eye does blink and it required souls ei wielding the sword will kill the user unless they kill on a regular basis) Abilities: He knows dark magic of sorts, the most mastered of which is his almost signature power to absorb souls, he takes the soul of anyone he kills, using it to make him stronger faster and more powerfull. Past: During the time of Shuari, both Beston and Simion were plotting to take his land for ages. Finally Beston moved first, quickly striking down the king and taking the land for himself. However, Simion saw this and attacked afterwords, while Beston's army was weak. Beston fought threwarmies of humans then demons alike, killing more than his army did. But alas, in the end, Beston was out ,matched. A large gargoyle threw him under a falling building and it collapsed on him. thisking he was dead Simion ignored the fallen building for the duration of the battle while wiping out Bestons leaderless army. Beston, was not dead though, and escaped. He fell back into the shadows and waited for his power to raise, now that the innosent is available, he can use her power to take back the kingom which is rightfully his! Personality: Beston is evil incarnate he hates all and will kill just to steal the souls of his victoms to become stronger. He kills practically all he comes across. And is slowly being rumered across the lands as the "new king" by those who think he will tr to take back his brief ownership of the crown. PS: really sorry for all the changes this is the last one I promise.

Morning broke, the streets were a beehive of movement. Half of the several thousand were running to a large viewing platform near the edge of the estate of the duke, and the other half were gathering in a large dirt ring in the estate itself. They ranged in sizes from the smallest halfling, to the biggest orc. Morty and No-omi woke up late and were running to the tournament arena. No-omi was flying over the town, gliding gracfully and soaring with ease, while Morty was running and leaping from roof top to roof top. On his way he saw a half elf, Morty's elf eyes could see the man from several dozen roofs away, and could see he was a half breed easily. Moments later Morty jumped and landed next to the half breed. The man jumped to his feet seconds before morty touched down. Morty called forth "Move half breed I'm lte for the alabaster!!" but he spoke elven accidentally. So it came out mostly as "Mortanis kythaan drowes cithara sorven!" which the man clearly only under stood half of as Morty spoke very fast. Upon realizing this Morty simply repeated in common "MOVE!" the man stepped to the side and looked atthe sun, realizing he was late too. Morty continued and soon enough made it to the arena. Then shortly after No-omi landed next to him with little difficulty. He smiled at her and the Duke began seaking "Hear me, all. The qualifying round is different every decade as shall it be this year. Last standing!! The goal is to stay on your feel, the dirt you stand on is mixed with chalk and flour. If you get it on your arms, back, chest, thighs or another part common to hitting the ground when falling, you can go home!" Everyone looked around to the others standing in the arena judging how hard it would be to knock them down. Then the Duke concluded "There are many guards and I watching this event, so keep to the rules, tripping and wrestling to the ground is legal. If one should fall onto another before they leave the arena and are not marked, they are still fighting. Once marked, leave immediately. And finally, if seen throwing the dust to mark someone standing you will be prosecuted for sabotage to the tournament and punished accordingly...NOW BEGIN!!"

Morty stared back at No-omi, for what seemed like an eternity they gazed into each others eyes. Morty broke the silence. "So, where were you from?" No-omi replied a strange name of an island which Morty had only ever heard of. They spent hours talking about themselves and asking each other about themselves. It was roughly midnight when No-omi dosed off, she was laying on the bed talking to Morty and he walked away to get some drinks, when he came back she was out cold. Morty grinned and pulled a blanket over her, then laid down next to the bed himself and went to sleep. He had only slept a few hours when a slight noise woke him up. He walked outside his room into the hall, and continued to the lobby. What he saw angered his fiercely. He saw a that a group of humans had broken in and were fighting the half orc. The half orc threw one of them into the other and the third man stabbed him in the back. Morty's eyes burned with fury as he dashed into the fight scene. The half orc had just fallen to the ground when the other two men stood and walked over to him, one drew a sword and stabbed the half orc in the neck before saying "Filthy half breed, how a pure human could ever love and orc...makes me sick." Another human then spoke "Too bad he'd been out drinkin? all night, maybe if the dirt bag were sober he'd put up a decent fight." That's when Morty literally flew into action. He leapt and landed in the center of the humans. After he hit the ground he realized he had taken off his armour to sleep, and hadn't put it on to investigate the noises. "It's an elf!" said one man, "Get 'im!" called another. The one man holding a sword lunged at Morty, Morty dodged the blade with supernatural speed and grabbed the man's wrist, breaking it. The sword fell, but before it hit the ground Morty snatched the handle and spun the blade vibrantly. He cut another man's throat then decapitated the one who had previously wielded the sword. The third man, the one who first stabbed the half orc, now drew closer for his attack. He said "I've killed elves before ya' know, you're nothing to me, even your elven blood can't help you now." Upon hearing this Morty was enraged, he cleaved the man from right shoulder to left hip, he would have cut him right in half, but the sword was old and broke off when he reached the man's hip bone. The man fell to the ground blood spurting all over, there was no chance he was going to live, Morty had torn threw most of his inner organs, 5 ribs, and his spinal cord. Morty then dropped the blade and walked back to his room, to go back to sleep. The tournament's qualifying rounds were the next day, an he did need some rest. He walked into the room and shut the door, then sat down against a wall and hugged his knees while falling into a deep slumber.

Morty smiled and said "Are you afraid of magic?" the girl shook her head and said "No" he then said "My name is Motralivander" He chuckled to himself as she tried to repronounce the elven name. "Morty" he said grinning. "Well if you don't mind I'll fix you up." He focussed for a moment and kneeled in front of her again, holding his palms toward her "Dayuel swualt researstrictos yoyanai." he spoke thick elfish as golden like radiated from his hands to her. Her smaller cuts and bruises healed instantly, while some other darker bruises and deep cuts merely got lighter or closed up a small bit. "I am sorry but that's all I can do." She looked herself over and then back at Morty, he was simply still smiling and admiring his work and her. "I shall fetch some food." he said as he stood and walked over to a crate of dried breads and cheese, eventually he found a steel box filled with meats and salty ice,, so he made up some sandwiches. "Please, eat up" he said "It's not poisoned or anything, honestly. She looked at him suspiciously and he raised his hands defensively "If I wanted to kill you I'd have done it before now, or I'd have left you outside, now you need nourishment, please eat."

Morty saw the entire event conspire against the defenceless half-dragon. He frowned and opened his window, then simply stepped out. He landed with a soft thud, but his armour was surprisingly silent, elven craft was not to be made loud or unpleasant. He walked over to the crying girl and kneeled down to her, she didn't seem to notice at first, then she recoiled when he tried to touch her shoulder. Morty tilted his head and sighed sadly. Then with some effort he picked the girl up, she squirmed and almost screamed before he let go, allowing her to stumble to her feet. She glared at him angrily but said nothing, her cheeks still stained with tears. Morty looked up to his window and whispered just loud enough for the girl to hear "You're hurt, please give me the joy of helping you back to health before the tournament, I'm not sure you're participating but it would be a shame to even watch such an event in the pain you feel." She looked away and cried more. "Please come with me." he said, holding out his hand. She took it and he grinned. "Let-let me see your face first." she said quietly and scared, not sure what he was. He looked around then spoke "In my room I will, too many spectators here." She nodded contently and followed him to his room. Once inside he removed his helmet and revealed his sharp elven features. While she stared helplessly at his elven grace he said "Let's start a fire shall we?" and he began striking the flint and steel against each other, to make sparks fall on the tinder.