Gavin Posted November 28, 2006 Share Posted November 28, 2006 [FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][COLOR=WHITE][SIZE=4][B][CENTER]Kumite[/CENTER][/B][/size] [LEFT][size=2]Through many incarnations, and under the guiding hands of many talented staff members past and present, the Arena has flourished here on Otaku[b]Boards[/b]. Starting out as the humble Games and Stories forum, it has over the years transformed into a truly defining aspect of the boards as a whole, both in it's lore and the memories of it's members. For their contributions, many older members have become by-words for quality, who's own distinct styles disseminated among the forums populace into what we now consider the normal quality of Otakuboards. Sadly many of these members are no longer active, and yet their memory lives on in the category they themselves helped to define. [b]Kumite[/b] was and remains a simple proposal. Taking sixteen talented role-players, this event will pit them against one another to produce works of quality which will then be judged by the member populace of Otakuboards until we are left with only one remaining member who can officially be crowned the best in the Arena. The requirements for an application are simple, one sample of work which you consider epitomises your skill as a writer. It can be a new work, or a previous one, and may be a sample of either story-writing, role-playing or sparring, each of which will be the areas of competition in Kumite. After selecting the sixteen best, the event will officially launch and hopefully prove enjoyable for all those participating. The set up hasn't changed too much, two players will be matched up against on another and provided with a theme on which they will return a work. This work will then be judged by myself, which will make up [b]half[/b] of the score, and the rest will be made up of votes from the public of Otaku[b]boards[/b]. Yes, that's right, everyone on OB can take part, even if they're not competing for the grand prize and your votes can mean as much as mine. Now, having received some very helpful feedback in regard to the "Spar" section of the event I've decided to revamp it completely and provide it with a complete back-story. Without further adieu, I present:[/SIZE][/LEFT] [SIZE=3][CENTER][B]Agent of Death[/B][/SIZE] [SIZE=2]The world is an unpleasant place, and thus we have made it with our own selfish decisions. The fractured human race exists divided because of politics, race and creed. People live their entire lives in fear because governments and leaders see fit to keep them in this state of apprehension. And one particular tool of fear that has proven highly effective over the centuries is the assassin. Imagine now that you are an agent of the government, that you kill without hesitation or remorse under orders from the elected faces of the people. You are capable of killing in hundreds of different ways with dozens of different weapons, or if the situation requires it, with no weapons at all. You exist to eliminate the enemies of your nation, and you are very, very good at what you do. Imagine that you and fifteen fellow agents were dispatched to a foreign city with a population of twenty-three million citizens. You each arrived at different times and via different routes, and upon arrival received orders that you were to terminate your fellow agents with extreme prejudice. You are not made aware of their crimes, you do not need to know, you are simply a means to an end, and that end is their death. Your mission boundaries are few, firstly, you are unarmed and will not by supplied by your government, thus you must acquire all weapons within the confines of the city. Secondly you may kill anyone you deem necessary, but should avoid eliminating all but your targets to avoid capture by local law enforcement agencies. Capture will result in the activation of a neural toxin imbedded in the base of your skull, which will result in a quick, painless death. Good Hunting.[/CENTER] [LEFT][INDENT][U][B]Agent Sign Up[/B][/U] [B]Name:[/B] [Your Name] [B]Appearance:[/B] [Must be in photo form] [B]Advantage:[/B] [A particular trait that will be beneficial to you] [B]Disadvantage:[/B] [A trait which you may find detrimental][/INDENT] I hope people have fun.[/LEFT][/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options... DeathKnight Posted December 1, 2006 Share Posted December 1, 2006 [color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: "Adriana". [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/6253/485pxx23co4.jpg]Image[/url]. File on [b]Item #77[/b]; Nom de guerre:"Adriana". General appearance is that of a young woman; exact age is[/color][b]*CLASSIFIED*[/b][color=crimson]. Usually wears contemporary, conservative black dresses or the recommended field attire although the later is a rare sight and is getting increasingly rarer as her independence increases from meritable action. Hair color and eye color are naturally dark (black/brown respectively). She keeps a lithe, speedy physique. [b]Advantage[/b]: Black operations veteran- More than just assassinations, Adriana has participated in many varied missions for her country involving sabotage, electronic warfare, reconnaissance and dissemination of propaganda. Her skills with explosives, electronics and ability to mislead are superior to her peers within her field. [b]Disadvantage[/b]: Physically she is weaker and a bit more frail than some due to her constant redeployments/missions and overall physique (5'3", lithe). She can dish out damage as good as any but her ability to take it is diminished from these factors. [b]Writing sample[/b]: All of them are moving. It's vibrant this pulse, the living pulse of this city. The weather is picturesque, people are laughing, birds are singing. I can feel the life welcoming me into it's arms. "What a wonderful place," I think to myself. Catching my reflection in a nearby storefront window, I pause and smooth out my dress. I tilt my head examining my face intently within it. Very pretty and young, yet I know better. It's been a long ride to this point. Longer road ahead it seems, especially with my latest orders. I can't really say I appreciate the lack of a vacation. I've been.. everywhere in the last year. Two years? I can't even recall the last time they let me just.. unwind somewhere. Always something in some god forsaken mudheap of a nation that requires my attention. If not Serbians it's Afghanis or Tamils or Chinese or the FARC. I really hate the FARC. It's not their fault really, they have nice enough ideals.. for rebels. I just really detest the forests that their hideouts are in. Dank. Thick. Cumbersome. The undergrowth tears at your flesh and rips your field attire. "Miss, are you alright?" A nearby man asks me. I can see his reflection in the window. Dressed in a sharp suit he seems to be coming home from work, briefcase in hand. He looked as worn down as I was. I realize I had been staring into the window all the while as I thought. "I'm fine." I said and turned to him, smiling. "Just daydreaming." "Oh, alright.. You looked a bit out of it was all. I need to," He paused and gestured back down the street. "I need to get going, sorry for being so curt." "Oh no, it's alright. I should get going too.." I said and waved to him as he walked away. Yes. I had somewhere to be. I had something to do. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up into the clear blue sky. 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DeathKnight Posted December 1, 2006 Share Posted December 1, 2006 [color=crimson][b]Name[/b]: "Adriana". [b]Appearance[/b]: [url=http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/6253/485pxx23co4.jpg]Image[/url]. File on [b]Item #77[/b]; Nom de guerre:"Adriana". General appearance is that of a young woman; exact age is[/color][b]*CLASSIFIED*[/b][color=crimson]. Usually wears contemporary, conservative black dresses or the recommended field attire although the later is a rare sight and is getting increasingly rarer as her independence increases from meritable action. Hair color and eye color are naturally dark (black/brown respectively). She keeps a lithe, speedy physique. [b]Advantage[/b]: Black operations veteran- More than just assassinations, Adriana has participated in many varied missions for her country involving sabotage, electronic warfare, reconnaissance and dissemination of propaganda. Her skills with explosives, electronics and ability to mislead are superior to her peers within her field. [b]Disadvantage[/b]: Physically she is weaker and a bit more frail than some due to her constant redeployments/missions and overall physique (5'3", lithe). She can dish out damage as good as any but her ability to take it is diminished from these factors. [b]Writing sample[/b]: All of them are moving. It's vibrant this pulse, the living pulse of this city. The weather is picturesque, people are laughing, birds are singing. I can feel the life welcoming me into it's arms. "What a wonderful place," I think to myself. Catching my reflection in a nearby storefront window, I pause and smooth out my dress. I tilt my head examining my face intently within it. Very pretty and young, yet I know better. It's been a long ride to this point. Longer road ahead it seems, especially with my latest orders. I can't really say I appreciate the lack of a vacation. I've been.. everywhere in the last year. Two years? I can't even recall the last time they let me just.. unwind somewhere. Always something in some god forsaken mudheap of a nation that requires my attention. If not Serbians it's Afghanis or Tamils or Chinese or the FARC. I really hate the FARC. It's not their fault really, they have nice enough ideals.. for rebels. I just really detest the forests that their hideouts are in. Dank. Thick. Cumbersome. The undergrowth tears at your flesh and rips your field attire. "Miss, are you alright?" A nearby man asks me. I can see his reflection in the window. Dressed in a sharp suit he seems to be coming home from work, briefcase in hand. He looked as worn down as I was. I realize I had been staring into the window all the while as I thought. "I'm fine." I said and turned to him, smiling. "Just daydreaming." "Oh, alright.. You looked a bit out of it was all. I need to," He paused and gestured back down the street. "I need to get going, sorry for being so curt." "Oh no, it's alright. I should get going too.." I said and waved to him as he walked away. Yes. I had somewhere to be. I had something to do. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked up into the clear blue sky. "It begins again.."[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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