Sign Up Dead End Cup [M-LV] [Spar]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]The world is a dark and miserable place. Corruption runs rampant, the government is filled with snakes and demons, and the populace is split down the middle into the wealthy and the poor. Those with money stand high upon their gilded pedistals, looking down scornfully at the working-level trash. The poor are stuck in slums, doing whatever they can to earn food, clothing, and their lives. Most are content to stand by and let the system keep them down. Others work on in the foolish hope that they can escape poverty if they try hard enough.

But then, there are those who give up on honor, give up on the law, and take what they need. Sometimes, the poor are pushed too hard, and they turn to crime for what they need. Theft, murder, assassination, terrorist attacks - anything they can do to shake the system and line their pockets with more than money enough for a scrap of bread. In the grimy cities of the worthless lower class, this is ignored. But when it's someone wealthy that is attacked, the rich make sure they pay.

For most caught engaging in crimes against the wealthy, they will rot forever in the hellish prisons. But, there is a chance, for the poor and the condemned to escape from their bleak fates. Once a year, the last chance most will ever have roles around. The Dead End Cup.

Sixteen "lucky" members of damned are selected, and live in comfort and wealth for three years prior to the tournament. They are given whatever they need to prepare for battle; equipment, weapons, clothes, food, riches - whatever they desire is their's for the taking for those three years. And at the end of that time, they are brought together to tear one another apart in one-on-one, brutal, no holds barred combat.

There are few rules for each match, each handed down by the judges to make the matches more interesting for the viewers. They range from not being able to use weapons, to being blindfolded, even being poisoned prior to battle. These rules are put into effect because, in the end, the warriors are just the cream of a long-since spoiled crop in the eyes of the wealthy. They want to see the warriors go down, and go down hard.

The winner of this greuling battle gets whatever he or she wants,and is welcome to join the wealthy and priveliged. But, the funny thing is - the winners from every tournament have always ended up dead. No one has ever survived being a tournament member. But the hope is still there, so they keep coming. And maybe, one day, someone will finally stand victorious.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Dear Aspiring Contestant,

Welcome to the Dead End Cup, the fight for those with nothing else to lose! Since you have decided to sign up for this prestigious event, there are a few things the Council of Judges feels you should know ahead of time. First of all, you are welcome to bring in any weapon you like into the battle, as long as you can carry it. The viewers prefer more close combat style action, such as swords and axes, but feel free to take in guns if you so desire.

Secondly, each fighter is permitted to have an Ace. The Ace is a special ability that they and they alone are capable of utilizing. Each fighter can only use one ability of this type. If you are without any special skills, the Judges are sure that your sponsers will be happy to give one to you. If you have more than one such ability, and you utilize it, you will instantly be disqualified and sent to a Federal Penitentiary.

There are no limits on age for fighters - if you think you are capable, then feel free to sign up. We want all kinds of people, from all walks of life. Just be warned that there will be no allowances made for weakness, so don't count on special treatment no matter who you are.

Lastly, please fill out the following application. If you are incapable of writing and/or reading, then a State Liscenced Official will be supplied to aid you.

[B]Name:[/B] Please give your full name, along with any nicknames you might have garnered.
[B]Age:[/B] Be honest, now.
[B]Gender:[/B] Men, women, neuter...all are welcome.
[B]Appearance:[/B] Please attach a photo (or written description) of yourself.
[B]Fighting Style:[/B] How do you fight? We'd like to know before hand, so we can set you up with the best opponents in the best arenas.
[B]Weapon:[/B] What kind of weapon will you be bringing into the Tournament?
[B]Ace:[/B] What is your "Ace". Or, conversely, what Ace would you like your Sponsers to supply you with?
[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] What's your purpose? Criminal? Feeding your family? Give us a reason to feel for you, and draw in the viewers.
[B]Personality:[/B] (You can probably figure this one out)

Thank you for signing up for the Dead End Cup. We will contact you in a few days to inform you if you have been accepted or denied. If you are denied please, try again next year, unless you are slated for execution. Then, well, we can't help you. Sorry!

-The Council of Judges[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[CENTER]*****[/CENTER]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]My sign-up will be posted soon. To make things fair, five (hopefully) impartial members will be chosen to judge each fight. I'll start each match, outline the Arena style, and give a condition for each fighter - poison, blinded, unarmed, no-ace, etc.

The Underground thread will go up soon. And remember to, as always, have fun.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Sakura]

[color=black][size=2][font=Verdana][b]OOC: [/b]I'm up for a little sparring.[/font][/size][/color]

[color=navy][size=2][font=Verdana][b]Name:[/b] Sakura Hiwatari[/font][/size][/color]
[color=navy][size=2][font=Verdana]
[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[/font][/size][/color]
[color=navy][size=2][font=Verdana][b]Appearance:[/b] [url="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ai9yl.jpg"]Here I am[/url], but I usually wear a black, long sleeve top with the sleeves pushed above my elbows, and long leather pants, with gloves that only reach my wrist. The goggles are [i]always [/i]on me.[/font][/size][/color]

[color=navy][size=2][font=Verdana][b]Fighting Style:[/b] I usually use quick attacks, but with many of them, so instead of relying on heavy attacks, I utilise lighter attacks, with still a good amount of force behind it. I'm more of an evasive type and I always wait until I see a perfect opening before attacking. I know a wide variety of martial arts and utilise them in fighting. I'm also very flexible, agile, acrobatic and gymnastic.[/font][/size][/color]
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[b]Weapon:[/b] I'll bring the [url="http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/9195/rikkublades2xt.jpg"]Twins[/url], the main part of it's navy blue, with silver grips. I also carry a pair of [url="http://img426.imageshack.us/img426/4462/jericho6ic.jpg"]These[/url] babies in case I'm outta reach.

[b]Ace:[/b] I have the ability to turn invisible for periods of up to 20 minutes, then I have to rest for at least 20 before I can do it again.

[b]Why Are You Here: [/b]Indeed I am a criminal, I am a well known thief and I don't really need the prizes here, I've got enough from all my thieving jobs. Honestly? I just want a bit of competition.

[b]Personality:[/b] Don't mess with me. If you leave me alone, I'll be civil, but irritate me and you're as good as dead. I could take the clothes from your body without you noticing until I waved them in front of your face. I am swift as the wind, silent as the night. I don't kill for the sake of killing, but because [i]I[/i] will be killed if I do not. As a thief, I have a cunning mind and in such, I am a great strategist. I am both rash, yet I plan my moves wisely. Don't come into a battle with me expecting a walk in the park, or you'll regret it.[/font][/size][/color]

[Kanata]

[size=1][color=#333333]

[b]Name:[/b] Jacob Dunn (Call me Jake)

[b]Age:[/b] 31

[b]Gender:[/b] Male, thank ya very much.

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/1997/jakedunn6jc.png]Don't worry about the Wanted part. We negotiated that a long time ago.[/url]

[b]Fighting Style:[/b] Long ranged, I guess. I mainly use long range weapons an' kill 'em from afar. But it doesn't hurt to have a close range weapon with me at all times in case my opponent or victim gets inside my personal bubble. Hahaha.. right. Anyways shootin' quickly from afar is my style.

[b]Weapon:[/b] I'll be bringing my baby. She's a one-handed gun with a laser target on 'er. I've killed so many with her it's almost funny. You can see 'er in the picture of myself I pinned to this 'ere application.

I'll also be brining my saber. You can never be too careful is what I always say. I use it for people that get too close to me. My saber is also in that there picture, strapped to my belt.

[b]Ace:[/b] My Ace? Well I guess you could say it's my increased accuracy with my gun. I shoot so quickly and accurately it's almost funny. If you aren't the one being shot.

[b]Why Are You Here:[/b] Criminal? I guess you could call me that. I've robbed a few places in my day. Feeding my family? Sure, why not. My wife and I could use some food. But honestly? I just want to kill.

[b]Personality:[/b] I can be a nice guy, really I can! But don't get on my bad side or I'll kill you. And I ain't kiddin'. My friends call me funny at times, I guess I can be fairly witty. I'm very cautious about everything I do and I think every single step through carefully before hand. I'm a bit of a bounty hunter as well. I kill those who are wanted to be killed. 'Course, I do this illegally so [i]I'm[/i] have had a few bounties on myself at times but that's ok. All who try to kill me end up failing.[/size][/color]

[Ezekiel]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Quincy "The Crucifier" Connor
[B]Age:[/B] 19
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Appearance:[/B] Please refer to the attached picture. (I'm sure ULX will notice the [STRIKE]hideous[/STRIKE] gorgeous headband ^_~)
[B]Fighting Style:[/B] Close range combat is my style, though I'm not the kind of girl to take her chances if I don't need to. My weapon and skills are better suited to combat that gets you right close and personal, smell the sweat, the blood...and the fear. I'm not a coward, so defensive strategies aren't for me. I'm an all-or-nothing offensive fighter.

[B]Weapon:[/B] My trusty mace-Please refer to the attached picture.
[B]Ace:[/B] Enhanced abilities- Super strength, speed and jumping ability. All of these things tend to come in handy with my mace, when these are used not even the strongest armour can defend my attacks.

[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] All my life I've been looked down upon as the little girl. Well not any more! I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm not some poor, defenceless little kid. I can kill, and I can be brutal. My family doesn't seem too keen on me joining this little tournament, seeing as they want me to try and 'make a break', get out there and make money.

Yeah, like that will ever happen. Once rejected by society, always rejected is what I figure. A few years of luxury will be nice, but it's the fighting I'm looking forward to. If I die, I go down doing what I love.

[B]Personality:[/B] People may tell you I'm a snob, stuck up, or a priss. Maybe I am, I don't really care. Thing is, people get jealous because my father didn't go out and get drunk with what little money he earned, no, he went out and bought me books. I've taught myself how to play piano, violin and mostly, how to fight. Not that he supported that.

I've grown to be independent because, despite my father's attempts, he was never actually there to enjoy my talents with me. I'd much prefer to go alone on things, so don't expect me to be coming here and making friends. I'm honest, but I'm not cruel, some people don't always take the truth that way though, do they?[/SIZE]

[Orcus]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Blaine [I]?Black Fire?[/I] Eliwood
[B]Age:[/B] 30
[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/1ofbz-2-c01a.jpg][i][B][Here?s a picture of myself,[/i][/b][/url] [URL=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v628/Reizou/Blaine.jpg][i][b]and one of me and my lovely wife, Laura][/B][/i][/URL]. M? hair?s much darker now, it?s jet black. Ignore the eye patch, it was part of a disguise I was donning when I ambushed a pirate ship. I usually wear a pair of square-rimmed, thin, lightly tinted black shades over my black eyes.

My attire usually consists of a black, hooded cloak, a metal shoulder guard on my right shoulder, a black and silver buttoned shirt underneath that, a pair of black, loosely-fitting black pants, and black steel-toed boots. My rapier rests at my side.

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] I?m a fencer by trade. Close-combat fighting is my style of choice. The swift, fluid movements of me and my rapier are more than enough to strike down any opponent. I?ll avoid taking any more risk than needed, but I am known to act impulsively.

[B]Weapon:[/B] My most prized possession, handed down throughout my family. My rapier, [URL=http://www.art-connection.de/pic.400/S400/k-sword/Rapier.jpg][i][B][the Zeromus][/B][/i][/URL]. Known to be the sharpest, finest rapier in the world. I?ve attached an image of my blade in the application form.

[B]Ace:[/B] My ace, eh? I'm not to proud of it, so I feel I should explain the nature of it, before stating it itself. On one of the jobs I had taken, I was in leauge with Shamans. They showed me...allowed me to dabble in the dark arts. Or so they said. For there is no such thing as merely dabbling in such arts.

I attempted a summon, but it didn't go as planned. The creature itself was not summoned, but it's attribute, the ability to create fire, were channeled into my body, causing me to pass out. When I woke up, I had the [URL=http://altreligion.about.com/library/glossary/symbols/bldefsbabalon.htm][B][I][Seal Of Babylon][/I][/B][/URL] on my head, [URL=http://altreligion.about.com/library/glossary/symbols/bldefspentagram.htm][I][B][Pentacles][/B][/I][/URL] on the back of both of my hands, and [URL=http://altreligion.about.com/library/glossary/symbols/bldefstomoe.htm][I][B][Tri Tomoes][/B][/I][/URL] in my eyes. All symbols showing the measure of my powers.

[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] Criminal? Pilferer? Murderer? Bah. I am none of the sort. Any job that?ll get me money to put food on the table for my lovely wife, no matter what it is, can?t be considered a crime. So I?ve robbed a couple stores, some military soldiers, and a couple pirates? Bloody pirates and military soldiers are almost the same, stealing from those below them, I?m merely keeping them from ?winning?; and the shopkeepers had enough food to feed a small country.

And so I killed a couple people? They were mostly bandits and the military, terrorizing townsfolk, or pirates who refused to just hand over there pilfered goods. I by the blade and I live for battle so if I can perform an act of righteousness and get a little workout in at the same time I?ll take the chance. They had no right to arrest me.

[B]Personality:[/B] I?m a strategist, both by trade and by nature. Every move I make is one that is elaborately thought out and weighed?most every move. As any other warrior, there are moments when I am ruled by my savagery and brutality, and I become a berserker of sorts. It?s a state of unconsciousness to tell the truth, it?s almost as if someone else takes over. When my head clears, my surroundings are usually annihilated.

But that is merely me in battle. Outside of battle, I?m a great guy to be around. I?m known to be seen around bars, drinking into the morning. I have an alcohol tolerance, so I?m never drunk. I have no tolerance, however, for taking advantage of others. If you?re going to pick a fight, pick one with someone evenly matched with you. Otherwise it?s no fun.

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[B]EDIT:[/B] Changed my Ace.[/SIZE]

[Darth Vectis]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Richard D. Riddick " Call him Riddick"

[B]Age:[/B]29

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/TheFlickChicksMovieReviewsTheChroni.jpg] Riddick[/URL], he also wears a long black cloak with a broad hood.

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] Riddick fights close combat, he likes to see his opponets face before he kills them. He likes to enjoy the fear that is in their faces, the sheer terror that takes over when you are about to lose life.
[B]
Weapon:[/B] He uses two broad swords, each crafted to perfection and made so that age and use will do little to effect the blades damage and two daggers. He also carries one .9 mm gun that is tucked in the back of his pants, just in case his swords are out of reach.

[B]Ace:[/B] The ability to see in the dark.
[B]
Why Are You Here:[/B] Riddick is a convited criminal because of his several sever acts against the wealthy. He has suffered for 4 years in the hellhole we call our prison. Riddick became one of the most vicious convict in the prison, Riddick's cellmates would usually end up dead and broken, and because of these random killings he was supposed to stay in prison for several more years. But the Dead End Tournament offered us "The prison Warden & Staff" an oppurtunity to get rid of Riddick and never have to deal with him again.
[B]
Personality:[/B] Riddick is cold hearted and unforgiving, he kills just because he can and its easy. He doesn't care if you try to friendly up to him, he'll still kill you whether you be friend or foe, he is determined to do things his way and no other way. So we at the City Prison send this entry to you so you can take care of Riddick for us, and make sure he doesn't comeback. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Deus X. That's all.

[B]Age:[/B] 27.28645 years

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] *Picture to be found...maybe*

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] My fighting style is based primarily on downloaded data focusing on Japanese sword techniques, such as kunjutsu and iaido. It is based primarily on using quick sword cuts to overwhelm the opponent in melee range, not letting anyone get a strike in. Additionally, there is the Eye of Deus' hallucinogenic effects, which I tend to use when I need to.

[B]Weapon:[/B] An oriental sword, specifically Japanese in origin. Red laquered saya, brass hand guard, wooden handle bound in red silk, and finely honed steel blade.

[B]Ace:[/B] The Eye of Deus - A prototype optical implant that grants the subject highly enhanced vision, both in distance and light spectrum visibility. Additionally, the EoD grants heat vision capabilities, and has a special neural transmitter capable of enducing hallucinations in anyone making eye contact.

[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] Approximately 7 years ago, I was the test subject in an experiment featuring cybernetic implants, specifically of the optical kind. This is where I recieved the Eye of Deus. I was supposed to be given money for the potential sacrifice, but instead, I was forced to stay inside the facilities. I tried to break my way out, but was arrested and jailed for killing several people and damaging government facilities.

[B]Personality:[/B] I have no time for most emotions; logic is always the way to go, in any situation. Some might call me cold, or heartless. I prefer practical. Nothing can phase me, and I never get riled up by enemy taunts, so I never make stupid mistakes. Everything I do is logical, caluclated, and intelligent. Additionally, I never let sympathy get in the way of anything. This is a battle to the death, so my enemies will always die at my hand. That is the way the game is played.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Retribution]

[size=1][B]Name:[/B] I was given the name Alexander Crowne by my parents, however legend, exaggeration, and fact have led to the nickname of Right Hand.

[B]Age:[/B] Rumors range from 49 - 77

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B] [will edit]

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] I have spent decade upon decade refining my technique, honing my ability, training, studying, learning tirelessly. My style, if you must know, is a mixture of calm refinement, calculating attack, and pacient defense. My attacks are spontaneous, and at a moments notice, I will retreat into an advantageous, or secure defensive location until my opponent is off balance.

Force is sometimes necessary, for which I am most renowned. The brutality of my attacks has given me my nickname, for when I smite and vanquish with my index finger and thumb.

Yes, you heard correctly. I cast magic of unparalleled accuracy and intricacy, by snapping my fingers.

[B]Weapon:[/B] My weaponry is my mind, my hand, and ingenuity. A spoken spell can have several variations to it, you will soon learn, and such variations will correspond to the situation in which I cast my spell. In my repertoire, are wind, fire, water, and light spells.

[B]Ace:[/B] Consider this a special occasion, that I am telling you my Ace and you still live to tell about it. Most who know about this ability have not the mental coordination to speak, as they are screaming in agony, clutching their brains in their last moments. When given enough time, I can enter the mind of an opponent and force them to do things, or if they are particularly strong-willed and manage to resist such an onslaught, I will settle for reading their thoughts.

[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] I kill for knowledge. For every opponent I mercilessly smite in combat, I gain their knowledge, their education, their personal experiences. Is that not reason enough?

[B]Personality:[/B] I have always been a rather cold man, and the quest for knowledge has only made me more cynical, bitter, calculating, and brutal to the world and its inhabitants. I do not massacre at random; on the contrair, I am a very restrained and checked man, only slaying those who seem to contain a specific wealth of knowledge and wisdom.[/size]

[Ikillion]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=2][B]Name:[/B]Sanouske Souchiriou

[B]Age:[/B]25

[B]Gender:[/B]Male

[B]Appearance:[/B][URL=http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b147/sand_dragon_19/calintz.jpg]This[/URL] is what has been come to be known as me. I have just gotten rid of the sword that is in the picture and replaced it with the new ones that I have also shown.

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] It has taken me many years to hone this particular type of fighting style. It is unorthodox for the most part of it because it is a double-edged style of fighting. It is a combination of both long range and close range attacks. Using a mainly chain of heavy attacks for close range attacks.

However for long-ranged attacks I do either one of two things. I either use my swords in combination with my ace to attack. Or I use a new and slightly deadly for both the user and the opponent kind of whip and chain kind of style that is all his own. The length of this kind of fighting is very restricted however. I am not able to strike from as far away as I could while I use my sword in combination with my ace.

[B]Weapons:[/B][URL=http://tinypic.com/elbq1f.jpg]These are[/URL] my latest on the weapons that I have chosen to go out into the battle field with. I have recently updated my swords so that a spiked chain connects the two of them together. I use them to assist me in my long range fighting, and it is true that chaining them together has restricted there ability slightly. However my unique kind of fighting it slightly covers that up. However there is still some problems with it that hopeful wont be noticed.

[B]Ace:[/B] My Ace is very simple that even the simplest of people can be able to figure it out. It is to create ice at my will. I can control where it goes, where it comes from, and when it is to strike my opponent. However the quanity of ice I want to create is limited. The more I create, the more energy it takes out of me.

[B]Why are you here:[/B]Living in the slums. Killing, stealing, assassinating random people for any amount of money to survive. It doesn?t entertain me. My victims always seem to die short handedly and I am never able to have any fun with them before they have to die. Hopefully here even if I am to die I would have done so finally entertained for the first time in ages.

However that life, the living conditions that we have been forced to love through. It?s not the life for me. I have been along in raids among friends, raids which involved the rich at times. They have all been executed and I have been the only one who is still alive. This is not the life that I knew I was to be born into. I should be able to live the life of the rich. The life of paradise.

[B]Personality:[/B]Sanouske is said to have a split personality at times. Wile off the battlefield he can be seen making friends with even the oddest types of people. He doesn?t have a care in the world and is almost in a way to friendly with everyone in the entire realm that we call the living realm.

However once he steps onto the battlefield he changes. His mind is instantly is overflowed with blood and excitement. He can?t wait to try and test his skills even if it was to kill himself in the process. As long as he has his "fun" He doesn?t care about any other living thing in the world.[/SIZE][/COLOR][/FONT]

[silpheedpilot]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B] Garrett C. Lester, AKA; 'Slick'

[B]Age: [/B] Going on 29

[B]Gender: [/B] Male

[B]Appearance: [/B] [URL=http://users.aol.com/vipercyber/private/pictures/isamu.c.jpg]'Slick'[/URL] Usually adorned in the regular orange jumpsuit that all pens are customed to using for thier inmates though Garrett usually lets the top half of the jump suit hang at his waist while he sports the white undershirt. Though, when he gets out of the pen for the Duel he is going to be dressed for success in fine black trousers, black leather loafers, and a nice button-up collar shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. If he is going to win the respect of the wealthy he must dress like the wealthy.

[B]Fighting Style: [/B] Considering I'm not the biggest or fastest in the pen I have to resort to old forms of martial arts invented ages ago. I use momentum and I use fierce and quick strikes to vital places on the human body to bring a man down. I'm not proud of the jail fights I've been into 'cause I always end up hurting someone or getting stabbed myself.

[B]Weapon: [/B] Seeing as how we can't acquire weapons in the pen, aside from your hand-made shivs, I'll bring a mixed and matched set of a [URL=http://www.8ung.at/budokan/Kama.jpg]Kama[/URL] and a [URL=http://www.8ung.at/budokan/Sai.jpg]Sai[/URL], that I'll adequately dub Pokey and Slicey. Neat names, huh? I've practiced with these weapons prior to my jail time and I find that using the Sai to disarm or break swords and using the Kama to cut and slice my opponent up to be quite useful.

[B]Ace: [/B] I got the nickname 'Slick' because of this one. I can bend the light and space around me with my mind to appear as though I'm not there, but I can only do it to one person. So while one guy thinks I'm not there the rest will see me. Its nifty in one on one fights but when you get jumped by a crowd it tends not to work so well.

[B]Why Are You Here: [/B] Well, many years ago with a wife and a kid under my belt we were poor. Very poor. And I had to do what I could to get us food, and thats when I decided that I had enough so I attacked a transportation truck that carried food into the local diners and bakeries in the mornings. I successfully killed the driver and captured the truck only later to be caught for Murder 1 and Grand Theft Auto. I was sentenced for life, no parole, and slated for execution upon my 30th birthday. That would be next year but in hopes of postponing the inevitable I entered the contest with high intentions of winning and escape my execution for good...If I don't wind up dead in the Duel or dead in the pen if I make it back.

[B]Personality: [/B] I usually keep to myself as I don't fit into any of the category or thugs that are here in the pen nor am I particularly accepted by any of the ethnic groups, either. I'm a fighter like anyone else in the pen and I can put a man down IF I have to, never in cold-blood. Not too many people know my personality and I guess since I keep to myself all the time I don't know it either. For all I know I could be a homicidal maniac in the Duel ring or I could be a complete chicken. One thing is for sure, though. I am partial to seeing blood..[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Blayze]

[b][size=1]Name: [/size][/b][size=1]No-one's exactly sure of my real name, not even me. To most I am known as Anarchy.

[b]Age: [/b]I believe I am somewhere in my mid-to-late twenties, although I could be wrong.

[b]Gender: [/b]Male

[b]Appearance: [/b][color=black][url="http://photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/?action=view¤t=LOZ.jpg"]Here[/url][/color] is a picture of me, although it is one of very few in circulation.

[b]Fighting Style: [/b]I am a thinker, mostly. My main weapons are, of course, my twin short swords, but my secondary weapon is most definitely my brain. I can analyse a situation in moments, and think of many different possible outcomes of the situation in minutes. It helps me to come up with tactics that will be effective against my opponents.

[b]Weapons: [/b]Twin short swords, nicknamed Cain and Abel after the Bible twins.

[b]Ace: [/b]A nifty little trick, this one. With a thought, I can increase my speed and agility to massive levels, allowing me to move in the blink of an eye, and like quicksilver, dodging my opponent's attacks with fluid movements. However, I can only maintain this level of speed and agility with a massive amount of concentration, and even then it can only last around ten minutes, maximum.

[b]Why You Are Here: [/b]I've been around. I've travelled a lot, and had a lot of different professions. But there has been one constant throughout all these jobs, and that is my mentality. I see myself as a cleanser, a purifier, and if that turns me into a psychopath, a serial killer in some people's eyes, then so be it. I was arrested when I let myself grow sloppy, and I was caught. I spent my years inside prison thinking about my own duty. I was chosen as a cleanser, a purifier, to destroy all human waste, all those unworthy to have lived life as they have. The Dead End Cup was the perfect place to carry out this divine duty.

[b]Personality: [/b]Well, off the field, I am a calm, calculating person. I think things through thoroughly before I carry them out, whether it is a trip to the bathroom, or the subtle murder of someone. I have been known as bloodthirsty, willing to torture any who cross my path, but this is an overstatement. I merely despise people who get in the way of my duty. Others describe me as a religious zealot, but I am only doing what I have been asked to do by the Almighty.

However, on the field, when I smell the blood of my victim, I change. I can never remember what I do to my victims, but I know I am left covered in blood afterwards. According to those who have seen me, I enter a sort of berserker rage, and no matter how many injuries I sustain during the fight, I always end up killing my victim. Before their blood has been spilled, however, I am as calculating as I am off the field altogether, and I will always try to work out tactics before fighting.
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[Revelation]

[B]Name-[/B] I have long since been known as Shiro Oni, the White Demon. [B]Age-[/B] Early twenties to mid twenties. [B]Gender-[/B] Male [B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://img415.imageshack.us/img415/5231/moth7au.jpg]Shiro Oni[/URL] I usually wear an eye patch in the shape of a moth, allowing my perspective to be halved and for me to better rely on my skills than my powers. My body is covered by light gray and white body armor with white clothing underneath, along with gray gloves and shoes. Yet, no matter how many times I battle or kill, the blood does nothing to stain my clothes. [B]Fighting Style-[/B] Being a master of the arts, I possess not one but many styles of fighting. Among them, I use Wing Chun, a Chinese martial arts using no weapons, though occasionally weapons may be used for certain ranges, Hwa Rang Do, Tai Chi, and many other forms. I am known to combine different forms of martial arts and cause much confusion for the opponent. I also am able to calculate my opponent?s moves minutes before the execute them, knowing what they might do next but not always am I correct or precise. [B]Weapon-[/B] To the arena I shall bring with me a wakizashi that has a serrated tip and the call of the akuma engraved onto each side of the blade but has no tsuba and appears to be similar to a bayonet. I will also bring with me katana that has a chain at the hilt, allowing me to release it at any moment with precision. The chain, though, has small spikes placed around it so that it can cut into whatever it coils itself around. [B]Ace-[/B] Though strength and speed are given to me only by training, this ?power? of mine appeared during my preadolescent age. It gives me the ability to teleport myself and also to manipulate time yet for me to be able to teleport myself, I can only do this if I can visualize the area where I would be and whether or not it was within a five mile radius, any more and it takes nearly a day for me retain my energy or I may be stuck within the space and time for eternity. If I was to manipulate time, I would only be able to do manipulate it for, perhaps, a minute to two or three minutes, if any longer, the manipulation drains my energy and I am in strain. [B]Why Are You Here-[/B] For quite some time, I?ve had the pleasure of being with my ninja clan, fighting till death and honoring the code of honor yet it seemed that beneath the exterior was something I wished that I had never found for they were defaming everything that our clan stood for and what?s more is that they had the audacity to associate with our rivaling clan, those who do not share the same code or even the same pride. This had infuriated me for days and in the end, I took it upon myself to leave, letting the only person I trust know the reason of my leave. Now, I am a rogue ninja, destined to walk upon this earth without ally, conjuring as many enemies in my grasp without my consent, and finding a dire need to protect the innocent blood that may be shed. I am merely here to show those who are watching that I am one who does not and cannot be forced to lose nor am I one who bends to will of others so easily, for there is only so much wind that a tree can bend to before it snaps. [B]Personality-[/B] I become two different people on the battlefield and off of it, allowing myself to almost contradict with one another. Whether I am in combat or not, I am always clear-headed and watchful, waiting for the next movement to arise. I have a tendency to have a barrier around me, allowing myself to only look upon the nature of the world around me and the beauty of people around me but never to allow them passage to me. Albeit, I have deceived others into believing that they have entered the very den of my life yet they only tread in the shallows, never to know the true nature of my persona. Although, when the need rises for me to fight, I am known to hold the ferocity of a lion, the power of a dragon, the swift feet of a fox, and the flight of an eagle, tearing apart my enemy without a single thought. There are times, though, I feel relaxed and laid-back but with enough enigma surrounding my being to confuse all those who dare to confront me. All in all, I am only a man who wishes the well being of people and for the feud that has long since been with the clans to end so that we may return to defeating the evil outside of our homes.

[Pumpkin]

[CENTER][SIZE=1][B]Name: [/B]Geneivive [i]"Ruby"[/i] Huntley
[B]Age:[/B] 21
[B]Gender:[/B] Female[/CENTER]

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[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://hometown.aol.com/_ht_a/ctgarcia17/AnimeGirlStaff1024x768.jpg]Click[/URL] here is an old picture of me of when I was a noble, a lot has changed since then though I'm afraid. I dyed my hair a plantinum blonde and cut it so it hangs just around my shoulders. It's different, but I like it. I have lost a lot of weight so alas my figure has changed since then as well. But this is the only one I have.
[B]Fighting Style:[/B] I love to play both offense and defense. But most of the time I end up on defense. I've learned a lot of street fighting when I was poor and a lot of fencing and learning how to

[B]Weapon:[/B] I usually fight with my [URL=http://www.timelesscharms.com/xcart/pictures/DSCN6775.JPG]Schimitar[/URL] when I want to get close and personal. That's usually how I like to fight my battles.

My favorite weapon that I usually save for last is who I like to call "[b]Barkota[/b]" she has been in the family for many years. She is a long stick of what looks like bamboo but is almost as hard as rock with blades that stick out from the side. I like to use her as a boomarang when my enemy isn't looking so that it cuts off the head of its victum. Also it can circle up to five times and then come back. Wielding Barkota can be dangerous because you have to know how to handle it and know where it is going at all times.

[B]Ace:[/B] A nice ability that I learned from a man called [i]Holy Glade[/i] which helps protect me from mental attacks things like confusion, hallucinations, people entering her mind etc. (not from physical attacks) and helps me heal. However everytime I heal I gain exhaustion and lose energy and therefore makes my physical state grow weaker. Still it's a highly useful skill to have.

[b]Why Are You Here:[/b] It's a long story but one that I don't mind to tell. I use to be a noble, true, but not anymore. I live freely among the poor and I love it this way even though food is scarce and yes I had to steal and even injure those who got in my way. I did kill one person though, and that was mother. Mother was always jealous of everybody especially me when growing up. When your a rich, power, money and beauty is always favored. She despised me because of how I looked, and constantly worried that I was plotting to kill her to take her money and her place in her trade company.

So terrified, my mother decided to abandon me at age 16 in the streets and told me if I ever set back foot in the house that I would be killed on spot. However, her plan backfired. Mother sent a lot of assassins to kill me over the years, but I sent them back with bruises and scars that would make any man give up there job. It wasn't until she decided to finish me off herself that is what ended her fate. I didn't want to do it, but then again it was the only way. The guards caught me, and arrested me for murder, theft and fraud. I have two years until death penalty prevails. This is my last chance to redeem myself.

[B]Personality: [/B] Most people would say that I'm polite, carming, outgoing but shy at times, well-mannered and never speak ill of anyone. I'm not trying to sound conceited but it does go without saying. It's simply from my upbringing, I do not talk trash to even my worst enemys for that is a sign of disrespect. However, do not let my cute smile fool you, I will slay anyone upon the battlefield without a single tear no matter how many friendly chats we may have had inbetween. Emotions on the battlefield are futile and anyone who interferes and stands in the way of my goals or dreams will be pushed aside without further thought. This might sound cold to most, but I'm really not a bad person. It's just me that comes first before anything else.

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[b]OOC:[/b] There It's finally done. I corrected some spelling errors so you might want to re-do the "Why are you here?" part. Another question...how many weapons are we allowed to have? I hope bringing two is alright. This is starting to look interesting. Can't wait until it starts![/SIZE]

[Onix]

[COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]Well, I said I was starting the Cup this weekend, and despite the fact that someone asked me to wait for them...well...I'm going to start it. However, there ARE still four open spots, since I'm not posting all the fights at once. Two at a time, 5 posts each, or 1 month. Whichever is sooner. Revelation, Pumpkin, it would be wonderful if you both finished up your sign-ups as soon as possible.

Okay, last note - [URL=http://www.bracketmaker.com/tmenu.cfm?tid=125897&tclass=]Here[/URL] is the bracket for the tournament. And yes, those are BYE rounds. Why not have six matches instead of just four? So that I don't have to deal with three-way finales or anything. BYEs are just easier, if you ask me.

Questions and comments in the Underground thread. The first two fights will be up and running in a short while.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Mykul]

[B]The following information is filed by Federal penitentiary administrator Starks, PIN 7745, presiding over inmate 3668. [/B]

[B]Name-[/B] The brute answers to Hugo, that is all. I lost all too much time trying to explain what a "surname" is.

[B]Age-[/B] Blood and DNA samples show that the inmate is 36 years old. Hugo did not know this himself.

[B]Gender-[/B] Male.

[B]Appearance-[/B] [URL=http://tinypic.com/f2vhp1.jpg]Attached[/URL] is a photograph of the inmate's countenance. His measurements are as follows: 8 feet 7 inches tall, 578 pounds.

[B]Fighting Style-[/B] Once again, the inmate has not understood the question asked of him, because he claims he is not a fighter. This is partially true. I will answer for myself how, if at all, this man will fight. Due to the manner of his crime and arrest, Hugo's "fighting style" is a rage induced pummeling. He swings with arms like tree trunks, as long as a man is tall. If he gets a man is his grasp he will surely break him like a toy.

Hugo is, however, very slow on the uptake and probably too emotional for his own good. He will make a terrible tactition, swinging at random and charging with reckless abandon. This boldness and thoughtlessness, however, could be just the match for the more calculating and structured martial artists in the cup; perhaps they will become confused at how to fight an oponent such as this.

I must reiterate, however, that there is a chance the inmate will not fight at all. He has the mind of a child, and spends his time in jail pouting and crying rather than swearing and fighitng.

[B]Weapon-[/B] "Don't have one. Do I need one, sir?" was his answer.

[B]Ace-[/B] Apart from his gargantuan frame and herculean strength, the tests of science and time both show Hugo's skin to be extrememly thick and hard to injure, very much like leather.

[B]Why Are You Here?-[/B] Hugo was arrested 6 months ago. He held a job working at the docks, loading and unloading cargo ships. His co-workers were like his family, we are told. One night, during a late shift, a starved criminal snuck into one of the dock wherehouses with the desire to steal food. This man stabbed two dock workers and helped himself to all the food he could find. Then Hugo entered the wherehouse. We don't know exactly how Hugo killed this man, for if you inquire into this matter Hugo merely sticks out his lower lip and sinks his head down. The former criminal's body was found outside the wherehouse (thrown through the concrete wall), every bone in his body besides the left femur, which was only fractured in two places, was virtually broken to shards.

All Hugo has been told is that there is a contest he can enter and, if he is a good boy and wins the contest, he can leave his dark cell and go back to working at the docks. He very much likes this idea, and has already given his signature in the form of fingerprint, as he cannot write.

[B]Personality-[/B] Never has a mind been more wrongly matched with a body. Hugo has the emotions and mannerisms of a 9 year old boy. There seems to be not a violent bone in his body. He giggles with delight when birds alight on his window, and he attempts to sing with them. Indeed, all he wants to be is friendly. All other inmates call themselves his "friend," probably both from fear (perhaps unjustified) of his size and merely because Hugo is almost a ray of sunshine for these sad men.

[Bullet Theory]

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[b]Name:[/b] Kain LeMounte
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]
Gender:[/b] Man
[b]
Appearance:[/b] [url="http://tinypic.com/fdetjk.jpg"]Kain LeMounte[/url]
[b]
Fighting Style:[/b] Kain is a freestyle fighter. He is constantly moving, reading his opponent, searching for a weakness. He impliments mostly kicks to the torso or legs to slow the opponent down, then comes in with grapples and submissions. If the opportunity presents itself, he will let loose a few chi attacks.
[b]
Weapon:[/b] Internal Chi
[b]
Ace:[/b] Kain's Ace is an attack in which Kain charges up energy that he gathers from within himself and releases it in the form of a prisim from his chest. He calls it [i]The Final Moment.[/i]
[b]
Why Are You Here: [/b]To get his name out there. To become known as a fighter and a person. He has grown tired of the underground circuit and wishes to become on of the elite members of society and do it with his fists. He desires challenges, blood, and the thrill of the fight.
[b]
Personality:[/b] Kain is a quiet man, on and off the fighting ground. He speaks only to those who are close to him and refuses to go out of his way to impress others. He uses his fighting to do that for him. He trains alone, lives alone, and very well may die alone, but Kain sees absolutly no problem with that possibility. [b]Trust is an emotion wasted on the weak...[/b]
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[Engel]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b]Name:[/b] I'm going to be frank with you. You don't need ta learn my name, cause by the time you learn how to pronounce it, you'll be dead. But if you want a try, "Iskaudani." Mouthful, ain't it? Just call meh Iska.

[b]Age:[/b] 15, and you'll be all the more embarassed when I kick yer ***.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Try not to go too wild over me, ladies. [url=http://img239.imageshack.us/my.php?image=yunsung1fo.jpg]Look here.[/url]

[b]Fighting Style:[/b] I use the Seung Style of chinese sword fighting. Also quite talented with footwork, including several stances like the Flamingo, Dragon, and Tiger. Seung is all about fast jabs and elaborate strokes, in order to set up a sort of confusion in the enemy's mind, and to inflict painful, but shallow gashes in a short amount of time. I actually didn't insult someone there. Or make fun of the audience. That's a shocker, with idiot-goddamnit, I have a way of pissing people off, don't I?

[b]Weapon:[/b] Soul Shard:[/b] Blade that is said to of been made with the soul of the user. Strange, eh? I suppose that's why my dad made me cut myself with a sword and drop it into the basin of water...hmph. I don't care, as long as it cuts.I attached a picture of it [url=http://img421.imageshack.us/img421/8376/soulcalibur5rq.jpg]Here.[/url]

[b]Ace:[/b] [b]Burn Another Day:[/b] A small device that my mum constructed before being killed by a rapist. It allows me to channel what we call Hellfire into my blade, making the slits and lacerations from my sword become infected with a sort of disease, eventually coming to paralyze the enemy so that they cannot move. My blade itself is wreathed in flames, which scorch heaven and hell alike. Better be wary when you fight me, because I'm not hesitant to bust this out on you.

[b]Why I'm Here:[/b] Uh....cuz' I wanna be 'ere? If that's not a good 'nuff reason fer yeh, okay, howsabout this. I'm hopping that some of the funds I will (Emphasis on the WILL, y'know?) win can go towards gettin' my sister the medicine she needs, 'cuz she's pretty sick. Doctor said lukemia, and an advanced bactieria that's never been seen before. If she dies, I'll bust Burn Another Day out on the people that couldn't save her...you all. I'll fight you all, and win!

[b]Personality:[/b] I'm a firey sounvabitch. I don't care what anyone but my sis thinks about me, since my dad's disowned my sis and me. I only have a few weaknesses, one is Amerah, my sister, another is my pride, and the third is my mother and what happened to her. I can be hardheaded, but a cool stratigest at times. Funny thing...I do this all for the sake of another, the one that means something for me, and my heart still feels like it's incomplete...[/color][/size]

[Cambrian_Explosion]

[COLOR=DarkRed][B]Name:[/B] My name is William Thatcher, but my fellow inmates have nicknamed me ?Beatdown Bill.? Try and guess why.

[B]Age:[/B] 34

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Appearance:[/B][/COLOR]

[IMG]http://www.soulcalibur.com/images/history/raphael_concept.jpg[/IMG]

[COLOR=DarkRed]This picture is from awhile back, when I ambushed some well-off merchant on his way home. He made it home alright, just buck-naked and penniless. I won?t be using the sword but I happened to like the threads, so I?ll have a tailor reproduce them if I?m accepted. When I activate my ace, my eyes become scarlet, the whites disappear, and my pupils become vertical slits, like a cat?s or a snake?s.

[B]Fighting Style:[/B] I guess you could say I?m a mid-range fighter; I like to keep my options open and to keep my opponent from getting into his groove. I do have my own groove that I like, but I?ll gladly substitute it for a strategy that makes my opponent growl in frustration (i.e. keep my distance from opponents who like fighting up close and personal, and swarm opponents who like their personal space). My personal preference is to lurk just out of my opponent?s reach, attack a few times using plenty of acceleration (speeding up in the middle of a strike to throw off your opponent?s timing), counter his attacks with acceleration, make him break his stance, and then break him with swift, powerful strikes. I follow a couple ?rules of thumb? in my fights; ?If it takes you 25 hits to take out your opponent, something was wrong with the first 24. A clean hit should at least kill him,? and ?When on the attack, think about defending; when on the defense, think about attacking. If you fail to do either one, your opponent will hit you.? See first rule of thumb for why that is bad. I also get a kick out of taunting my opponent and messing with his head.

[B]Weapon:[/B] My primary weapon will be a retractable metal staff, six feet long fully extended, two feet long when retracted. I can also partially extend it to five or four feet as needed. My secondary weapon will be a [URL=http://www.tinkers-emporium.com/newpage19.htm][B]Bowie knife[/B][/URL].

[B]Ace:[/B] One of the jobs I took involved stealing a particular rare gemstone from an art exhibit for a very strange man. The stone turned out to be magical, and the man a sorcerer. He cast some sort of curse at me, probably to kill me, but purely out of instinct I raised my hands in front of me to block it, red gemstone still in hand. A bright flash of light blew me across the room, the sorcerer withered into dust, and the gemstone sank into the flesh of my hand. I still have no idea why it happened, but I did gain my ace.

I have the ability to see a few seconds into the future. This makes objects seem to extend and blur in the direction they will move. I found it disorienting at first, but have since gotten used to it, however I still get the mother of all headaches when I use it for too long. My ace does not extend to the ability to foresee mental attacks or hallucinations. My eyesight, especially my night vision, improves however in total darkness I am as blind as the next guy.

[B]Why Are You Here:[/B] I grew up among mercenaries, thus I became a mercenary. But then I fell in love when I was 23, married and had a daughter. I made a go of the straight path, but couldn?t make enough money, so I went back to my old ways, burglary mostly, but some assassinations on the side, anything to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads. I got caught at the age of 29, was tried for a past assassination of a nobleman and his family, found guilty, and slated for execution when I reached 40. Nice birthday present.

After spending five years cooling my heels in a Federal Penitentiary and mixing it up in a few heated discussions, waiting for my turn in the smoking room, I got a surprise visit from a neighbor. He was the bearer of bad tidings; the authorities had rounded up my beloved wife and beautiful daughter in the middle of the night and shipped them to a leper colony, and they weren?t there to provide for the lepers. I know they say not to kill the messenger, but I was a little upset, okay? Well, I didn?t actually kill him, but I did mess him up pretty bad, and the guards threw me in solitary for a fortnight.

During my alone time, I realized I have absolutely nothing to lose. My family is long dead, so are most of my friends, and my neighbors don?t want anything to do with me anymore. I don?t want to die, but escape is out of the question; once caught, either in the attempt or recapture, they throw you straight into the nearest smoking room, without even a formality trial. Choking to death on cyanide gas isn?t as pleasant as it?s cracked up to be. I?ll take getting hacked to death over it any day; at least I have a chance in the Dead End Cup, I have no chance sitting here on my hands.

[B]Personality:[/B] I?m an introvert who?s picked up on the tricks extroverts use to be the life of the party. I don?t mind being alone (so solitary confinement doesn?t bother me too much), but I also don?t mind company. I can be quite charismatic when I want to, but I save it for people I like. There?s no one in this prison I like (there?s something about imminent death that does that to you), so I?m not that popular. In a fight, I put on a real performance to psych my opponent out, while keeping my cool to avoid psyching myself out. I don?t like killing but I have done it many times in the past. Besides, they were all bad.[/COLOR]

OOC: First time at sparring, but it looks like fun. As always, let me know if something needs work.