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[I]Crash![/I]

[B]“GENESIS!” [/B]

Despite the loud crash of the recently thrown open gate, the man’s voice easily eclipsed all other sounds and echoed forcefully through the expansive chamber. Despite the importance of the room he had just entered, he did not treat an inch of it with any form of reverence; not the illustrious ancient doors that he had rudely kicked open, nor the walls littered with ancient texts predating this universe’s “dawn of time”. He had quickly lost the feeling of awe he had initially received when he walked into this room and bore witness to the entirety of the universe around him; he care little for the piercing darkness of space or for the planets and stars that he could easily take in his hands and crush.

Even she, the owner of the name he had called out, received only the minutest form of respect because she furthered his own desires. She was Genesis, the creator, the life bringer. And he, he was Exodus the destroyer, the annihilator, the grim reaper as he was often referred to. They maintained balance in this universe. She brought worlds into existence, crafting them in the very room they stood, and when the time was right and with a simple touch, Exodus would end them. That was why she was useful. In his opinion, she was simply there to make worlds for him to destroy.

[B]“Genesis! I find myself fallen to weariness once more. A world, so that I might eradicate it.”[/B] He had approached her “workshop” and was standing impatiently behind her. She was concentrating unwaveringly on her work at hand, and dismissively addressed Exodus.

[B]“Stay yourself. I am tasked with divine affairs more important than sating your whims.”[/B] Exodus sneered and crossed his arms, knowing that despite his lack of interest in her craft, she would do nothing for him should he interrupt.

[B]“As you command, Genesis.”[/B] Genesis raised her hands up, her white robes sliding down and revealing her fair skin. They began to glow and shimmer brightly, and wispy, translucent energy engulfed them. The energy was constantly fluctuating and shifting in appearance; one moment it looked like fire, the next, like water. It cycled through all five of the elements repeatedly, and occasionally a bolt of what appeared to be electricity shot between her hands. Genesis lowered her head, so that her bright, blue hair fell over her face and then clenched her crystal glacier like eyes shut with concentration. She widened her arm span until she could no longer, and then raised her face to the heavens above.

[B]“Life.”[/B] A pulse surged out of each hand, and struck together forcefully. Her hands followed the pulses as they traveled together, until her two hands formed an orb around the conflicting energy. She continued to press the energy together, bringing her hands closer and closer. The energy crackled and sparked, and the light from the conflict was blindingly bright. This was the only part Exodus watched with interest; the conflict here appealed to his need to destroy… and now it inspired in him a new passion. Finally, she managed to clasp her two hands together, and a wave of pure light washed outwards from her hands, coating the entire universe. She smiled and pulled her hands apart.

[B]“Life.”[/B] There, floating where her hands had only moments ago contained a celestial conflict was a primitive planet, now added to the billions upon billions of planets in this universe. Exodus rolled his eyes and walked up to her.

[B]“Most splendid. Now that I’ve endured your arduous task I implore that you remedy my complaint. Though I had entered with intent on erasure of one of your “pocket universe” planets, I have a new resolve now. Creation and destruction of planets is far too swiftly started and completed.”[/B] The corners of Genesis’ mouth twitched as she said this, but she quickly masked her reaction and responded simply.

[B]“So what would you do then?”[/B] Exodus smiled and walked closer to her, grabbing her hands. She was never fond of this Exodus; his silver-gray hair and golden and red eyes had unnerved her from the beginning. He flashed his sharp fangs and continued.

[B]“I would have you create for me a world, a world versatile in terrain and weather. Then, together, we would create figures akin to ourselves, with numerous grand and dramatic abilities, and pit them against one another.”[/B] Genesis frowned lightly, her eyes getting big with concern.

[B]“But what would be the cause of their conflict between one another? And how would you find your fill in this sport? You were never one for experiencing your satisfaction through another.”[/B] Exodus thought momentarily, looking around the chamber for some sort of inspiration. His eyes rested on a planet Genesis had named Gaia, and suddenly it came to him.

[B]“Those creatures that inhabit Gaia, they fight often for ridiculous causes do they not? The love of another, their dying fathers, etc. etc. They pursue these goals furtively, endangering themselves and all who keep them from their goals. Why not give them one false memory; better yet, only a fragment of one false memory! I will appear to them and promise that I will “restore” their memory and grant them their one desire, but only should they defeat all of their opponents and my mortal form.”[/B] Genesis frowned deeper.

[B]“Are you sure, Exodus? Does it not seem dangerous to you? Creating a warrior to match your whims and then pitting yourself against him or her?”[/B] Exodus waved his hand at her and shrugged.

[B]“Do not worry yourself with such trivial issues. Create the world promptly, and I will assist with the molding of the competitors.”[/B] Genesis bowed and walked back to her workplace. She closed her eyes once more, and held her hands out again, palms facing outwards. She moved her hands in opposite directions, and between them, a doorway appeared. She opened the door and entered, Exodus following on her heels.

This room was exactly the same in appearance as the one they had just left, save for an odd red glow that permeated the entire universe; that and the fact that instead of being populated by billions of planets and stars, it was filled with the debris of planets that Genesis had created solely for Exodus to destroy. This was her pocket universe. She turned to Exodus and smiled.

[B]“Shall we?”[/B]

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[Font=stereofidelic][B][SIZE="5"]The World[/SIZE][/B][/font]
Welcome to Memoria, the world of Challenges and Competition. You will be participating as one of Exodus’ warriors, attempting to recover your memory and achieve your vaguely remember aspirations. This will be a spar type RPG, one on one, with multiple spar threads going at once, until only one competitor is left, and he or she will fight me, as Exodus.

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[Font=Stereofidelic][B][SIZE="5"]The Sign-Up[/SIZE][/B][/font]
I’m giving a LOT of leeway with the sign-ups. I want you to go crazy with your characters and abilities, but abilities such as “I can destroy everything by smiling” are obviously frowned upon.

[B]Name:[/B]

[B]Age:[/B]

[B]Appearance:[/B]

[B]Personality:[/B]

[b]Weapons:[/B]

[B]Powers:[/B] [Is your character an elementalist? A necromancer? Can he or she create a limitless amount of clones? Instantly teleport? Cut off one of their body parts and reform like a starfish? Go wild.]
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Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory[/B]: [What is it that your character “remembers” from their life? Do they fight for this or some other cause? All characters will also have an item on their person that represents their memory.]

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B] [Exodus is not patient when it comes to his destruction. The moment the world and the characters are created, he places them into a vast canyon and tells the confused warriors that they will only retrieve their memories if they can defeat him, but first they must dwindle down their numbers, because only so many warriors may be allowed to compete. Write out your battle with some of the other warriors. This will help other rpers to get a feel for your style.]

[B]Judge:[/B] [Are you willing to decide the victor of any given battle?]

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Alright, well, that’s all. If you have any other questions feel free to PM me. I’ll probably post Exodus’ sheet soon. Have at it![/CENTER][/font]

[Raiha]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Name: Jia Li

Age: 22

Appearance:[IMG]http://idannyb.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/chinesedance.jpg[/IMG]

Personality: Abrupt and blunt to the point of sarcasm, Jetti takes no crap and gives no quarter. If she wants something she will take it, and if someone or something stands in her way, she'll smash it.

Weapons: Chain whips, seven to nine sections depending on how much reach she thinks she'll be needing.

Powers: What she calls kinetic trajectory alteration, Jetti can alter the movement of items by bending the laws of physics to a minor degree. But then again, if a bullet is coming towards you, you only have to alter its motion slightly to make it ineffective. She can alter her own motions when most people would be irrevocably resigned to their own momentum, change the degree to which her whips are moving, and push aside obstacles with just enough force to make them miss or fall into her control. Note: she doesn't normally try to catch bullets.

Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory: She remembers dancing on a stage in front of thousands of people. It appears in her graceful motions, and the fact that she has the kind of flexibility that's normally reserved for contortionists and members of Cirque Du Solei. The only momento she has is a silver anklet that she wears on her right ankle.

Writing Snippet:

[i]The loudmouth from before shouted an obscenity and followed after her cursing while he did. Jia turned to watch him lumbering towards her with all the grace and artistry of a falling tree. He threw a punch and she blinked. In the time it took for her eyelashes to kiss and then open again, his fist had blurred right past her face and crashed into the rock formation behind her. Immediately she dashed forward in an effort to outstrip the rockslide he had started and dodged or deflected most of the boulders he had dislodged. He went down under the rocks, screaming as he did and she shrugged her slender shoulders and looked back out towards the others who had started chasing her. Perhaps they were taking her insults personally. Either way she began to loosen her whips from around her waist as she did, wondering which idiot would get closer the first and how easy it would be to set up their death.[/i]

"Silly boys. Dancing around like clowns with their legs tied together."

[i]Undercutting her point, a particularly fast boy picked up enough speed to nearly catch her, and by catch Jia judged it as merely enough space for her to swing and catch him around the ankles. The first whip snaked around his legs and snapped them together, bringing him crashing to her feet. The second she whirled in a tight arc and then slammed down to dash brain matter and bits of skull out across a rocky outcropping. The boys, or were they men, chasing her slowed their pace and exchanged uneasy looks with each other.[/i]

Judge: Of course, Jia calls it like she sees it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Zen]

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It's been a while since I've done this. Hope I havn't lost my touch.





[b]Name:[/b] Daniel “Danny Boy” Black

[b]Age:[/b] 24
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[b]Appearance:[/b]
[img]http://thesegoto11.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/brad_pitt_shirtless_1_.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Personality:[/b] Light-hearted and hungry for a fight, Danny always carries an excited aggression beneath the surface all the while maintaining a careless, fun-loving air amongst himself. Danny never questions the consequences of any of his action, giving no thought to life or death in his existence. His only guides are his curiosity and thirst for a challenge.

[b]Weapons:[/b] Danny’s only weapon is himself, a weapon which he has mastered thoroughly in every martial discipline. A true expert of the striking arts and grappling arts, he is a dangerous opponent as long as he’s in arms (or legs) reach of his opponent. While this obviously posses a reach disadvantage, Danny’s evasive footwork skills and maneuvering, combined with near super-human speed and athleticism, more than make up for his choice of weapon. Specifically, Danny’s martial styles are a combination of western Boxing, Muay Thai kickboxing, Freestyle Wrestling, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, and Sambo submission grappling. Despite his multiple mastery of several martial arts, he carries himself lazily and his fighting stance looks just as relaxed, even ramshackle, which often leads his opponents to underestimate him.

[b]Powers:[/b] Danny is at the peak of human conditioning, and on top of this, he possesses extremely acute senses, a keen sense of timing and amazing intuition, bordering on the precognitive. These are all enhanced by the blood-lust and adrenalin-rush triggered by combat, allowing him to effectively become a human whirlwind of motion and attack, difficult to perceive, and near impossible to fight. In the heat of battle, Danny's speed and strength can only be described as "superhuman".

[b]Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/b] Danny remembers his hand being raised in the air by a man in a striped shirt, in the middle of a octagonal-cage. He’s surrounded by hundreds, possibly thousands, of cheering people. The smell of blood is still fresh in his nose, his body is hot and damaged, but he feels no pain. The feeling of victory and pride fill his heart as a belt of leather and gold is wrapped around his waist.

[b]Writing Snippet:[/b]

Danny’s eyes were excited saucers in his head as he watched the chaos erupt around him, confused as he was, his mind of was quickly distracted by the violence which he was anxious to take part in. Not for any insidious reason, just for the fun of it. He looked down to his fists and noticed that they were already wrapped for fighting. [b] “Wellain’tthatconvenient...”[/b] he said to himself out loud in his thickly-accented Irish fast talk. After speaking, a small group of men began stumbling back towards Danny, three men wearing various strange outfits and wielding ancient weapons. [b] “Heyugly! Yourmothercalled! Shesaidshewantsherlefthookback!”[/b] The three fighters continued fighting, paying no attention to Danny’s taunts. [b]“I-said! HEY! UGLY!”[/b]

Suddenly, one of the fighting warriors, dressed in a set of ancient Chinese armor, swung his halberd in a broad, arching stroke towards Danny’s head. Danny swiftly ducked low, and popped his head back up, grinning happily.[b] “Nowthat’swhatI’mtalkingaboutJackie!”[/b] The Chinese warrior swung his halberd in a back-motion in the same direction, however, this time Danny ducked under with a low-wrestling sweep and slid-forward on his left knee, stepping forward with his right and making contact with his shoulders on the warrior’s hips, grappling the warrior’s legs behind the knee with his arms.

With a great thrust forward, Danny lifted his opponent high off the ground, and brought him crashing down sideways, hard. With a powerful slam, Danny smashed the warrior into the ground. Without skipping a beat, he brought his knee down onto his opponent’s chest, sticking his opposite leg out for stability, and cocked his fist back. [b] “Saygoodnightm’boy!”[/b] Danny said, and before the Chinese warrior had even regained his bearing from the wrestling slam, Danny crashed his fist into the section of exposed face in the Chinese warrior’s helmet, knocking him unconscious immediately.

Standing back up, Danny dusted himself off and looked to the other two fighters, now stunned at the ease with which he'd just distpatched his opponent. Danny cracked his neck and tossed both hands up in a playful fashion. [b]"Wellwhichofyouladiesarenext?"[/b] he said with a swift tongue. Both warriors simply looked at him dumb-struck and confused.

[b]Judge:[/b] If I could find the time, I’d be happy to. I should be able to make judge a few.[/color][/size]

[Muuh Puar]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Marqwandrium Worthwell AKA ?Guy?

[B]Age:[/B] 17 in age, appears to be in his late 20?s, early 30?s.

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://s134.photobucket.com/albums/q85/MuuhPuar/?action=view¤t=T-Pain.jpg"]Guy[/URL]

[B]Personality:[/B] Almost never serious, even in life-or-death situations. The only time he?s been serious is when he?s emotionally hurt. Other than that, he?s always making a joke or just irritating people for the fun of it.

[B]Weapons:[/B] He uses what he can find in the fight however he can, including trying to use the opponents weapon. As of late, however, he?s found a katana, which he wields with poor, if any, skill.

[B]Powers:[/B] Above human abilities- He?s ?better? than a normal human. Faster, stronger, higher endurance, etc. He?s also quite a bit smarter, despite his very childlike behavior. Also, his abilities cause him to age rapidly, making him appear a lot older than he actually is.

[B]Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/B] His memory entails an old woman, telling him that, to find what he seeks, he must go on a journey. He doesn?t remember what he?s looking for, but he distinctly remembered her mentioning challenges that will try to stop him. With that, he set out (he thinks) to find what he?s looking for.
His only aspirations is to find out what he?s looking for.
The memory has manifested into a stone that he keeps in his pocket, with the words ?To my Guy? engraved into it.

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B] ?OH MY-? He almost finished his sentence before he had to duck. He made sure to grab his hat as he brought his body down to avoid the samurai?s blade. While still in a crouched position, he began to run forward, trying to find something he could use to help him. The other warrior, pulled his sword out of the canyon wall, growled and turned to find his opponent. But, to his frustration, all there was in front of him were a cluster of large rocks, in which he knew his opponent had decided to hide behind. The Samurai closed his eyes and focused his energy into his sword. Then, with a swift swipe, the energy coursed forward, made impact with the rocks, and caused an enormous explosion. The dust was heavy, causing the warrior to cover his mouth and squint his eyes. Once the dust parted, he prepared to bask in his victory. But, upon inspection of the rubble of the explosion, there was no body. He gasped at this, taken aback by the fact he wasn?t there.
?Yo, buddy!?
The samurai looked to his left, just as Guy had thrown a foot up for a kick. The face and foot collided, causing the samurai to stumble back, loosing his grip on his sword. Noticing this, Guy decided this was time for an attack. He threw an uppercut to the shogun?s stomach, causing him to bend forward. Guy then grasped his head, and with a swift knee, caused the samurai to fall to the ground, loosing his sword as well. Guy quickly picked up the sword and plunged it into the warriors chest. He promptly let go and backed up to watch the warrior. As he struggled to get free, he obviously had suffered a dazing from the knee, as he couldn?t quite get a grip on the sword, let alone even try to find the handle. After a few moments, the samurai stopped , drew in his last breath, and fell limp. Guy waited a moment, as if the samurai was going to get up and keep fighting. But after about ten seconds of silence, Guy fell backwards with a sigh.
?Good game, bro. Hope I never have to do that again.? Guy spoke into the air. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his stone. The held it above his head, inspecting it for anything new, as he often did.
He thought about the battle that just happened and how he had just avoided that huge explosion. The Samurai, when focusing his power, had his eyes closed, as Guy had begun to make his way from the rocks. The explosion helped propel him forward as he ran, but he was just out of the eye sight of the warrior when it occurred.
As he recollected this, a new idea dawned on him. He raised himself into a sitting position and looked at the body with the sword still encased in it?s sternum. ?Why hello there.? He stood and walked towards the body, took the sword from the warrior, and wiped the blood off. He looked back down at the body. ?Thanks for the gift, kid. I?ll put it to good use.? With that, he walked off, continuing his journey.

[B]Judge:[/B] I?m good with judging. Mind you, I might lean towards the underdog sometimes.[/SIZE]

[Darth Vectis]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Redkin

[B]Age:[/B] 33

[B]Appearance:[/B] Redkin stands at a flat height of 6 feet and has short wavy hair. He has grey colored eyes that are steeled from all the terrible thoughts people have and the carnage he?s created over the years. He has a scar an inch in a half under his left eye and his face looks younger than his actual age. He wears a black vest with his emblem embroidered on the back, the symbol called the Red King. He has a metal plate riveted to a piece of leather that is strapped to his forearm. His left arm is completely covered in armor from his finger tips to his shoulder, and then covers the left side of his chest and the rest of his abdomen. He then wears semi loose fitting pants and light weight boots.
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Personality[/B]: Redkin is as cold as steel and doesn?t really like expression any sort of emotions, he feels them just as much as the next person, but he has learned that letting them crowd your thoughts will get you killed quickly. Being calm and cool always gets you through the fight and keeps you alive that much longer. But, two traits he can?t hide is his brutality and the unpredictability of his character. His brutality and ruthless nature are reflected heavily in his weapon of choice, and his unpredictability can be seen in his method of fighting. He never fights the same way twice, even if the tactic proved to be dramatically effective against the enemy, he will do something completely different to fight his opponent, this alone throws people off on his actions. It is also seen in how he simply interacts with people. Most tend to just avoid him all together to avoid bringing out anything they wished they hadn?t unleashed.
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Weapons:[/B] Redkin wields a large and vicious looking mace; the handle of the mace is two feet of pure blackened steel wrapped with cloth with about seven inches of it hanging out idly, the handle is two inches thick. The end has a ball that has four curved spikes, like horns, encircling the ball itself. The head of the mace is shaped like a hammer and is blood red in color and made of pure hardened crystal. One side of the hammer flattens out to a regular hammer head, but the other side sharpens out into a nasty spike. The spike itself grows and sheds at will, crystal grows to make the spike larger and denser, while shedding layers of crystal fine tunes it, making it smaller but has more puncturing power.
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Powers:[/B] Redkin can self-replicate, he can create multiple copies of himself simply but willing them into existence. Each copy is exactly like the original, same body type, same looks, and same mind. If one of the copies is killed they simply dissolve after their death. But if the original dies, the consciousness of the original is transferred to one of the copies instantly. But, he can only create the copies within a 20 yard radius and can only create twenty-five copies at one time. After that he has to start eliminating them to create new ones.
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Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/B] All Redkin remembers is him sitting on a great throne, thousands upon thousands bowing to him while great banners were strung all over the place bearing his symbol and even greater armies at his disposal. The feeling of triumph and satisfaction hung heavy in his heart and the coppery taste of blood was still on his lips. It all manifested itself into a black metal collar around his neck.
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Writing Snippet:[/B] The head of his hammer rested on the ground, he simply sat on a rock as he watched the people starting to brawl each other. Some had technique; others were simply trying to get a few blows in. And even more seemed like they were just flailing around attempting to look imposing, it was all a façade of course. It was always just a façade and it never impressed anyone, people died that way and became the prey for the stronger. He noticed a club wielding brute come lumbering toward him.

Redkin saw what he was doing, he wanted to match maces. See whose was stronger, he stood from his rock and gripped his weapon firmly and simply waited for the man to draw close enough, when he was within his range he charged forward. After simply two steps a copy appeared 20 yards ahead and the one behind him vanished, and then another appeared, the one behind vanished and just as the two were about to collide another emerged right behind him and the previous one vanished.

With his new advantage he choked up on his mace and swung the spiked end into the man?s side. The density of the spike and the swing made the man ragdoll on to the ground with a loud thud and audible scream from his lips. Redkin smoothly changed the motion on his next swing and held it over his head with one hand and swung it downward, letting the handle slide about five inches in his hand before gripping it tightly again and bringing the flat end right on the man?s knees. A sickening snap followed and an even louder scream of pain came soon after. Redkin simply walked over to the man?s head and stood over him. Looking down at him with a cold expression that showed his lacks of compassion for this wanna-be warrior.

?It what world did you think you could have ever bested me? You should have been killed when you were a babe.? Redkin had rested the head of the hammer on the ground and then gripped the shaft in both hands. He plunged it downward onto the man?s head, using massive force and completely destroying the man?s head in a splash of blood, bone, and brain matter. Redkin swiftly tossed his hammer up and then rest it on his shoulder, walking out into the carnage to bring back his memory and achieve that goal.
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Judge:[/B] I?m totally up for judging people. You all get F?s!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA. Just kidding, sounds like fun.[/SIZE]

[Vicky]

[size=1]I'm working on this after my weekend but I just wanted to get something up before I got left out. Excuse the mistakes and jazz, it'll all be funked up on Monday.

[b]Name:[/b] 'Thanatos'

[b]Age:[/b] Around 20 physically, 54 otherwise

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/088/e/5/Warrior_Of_The_Dark_by_nirel.jpg]Thanatos[/url]

[b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and, as some might say, arrogant. Thanatos doesn't say a lot but when he does he comes off as snide and merciless; he's not really into banter or backchat. Thanatos gets things done quickly and as efficiently as he can, without the inbetweens and refraining from any kind of silliness. He comes off as being very dark and horrible which, as it seems, fits right in with his name.

[b]Weapons:[/b] Dagger in the picture.

[b]Powers:[/b] Energy manipulation. Ranging from concussion beams (ability to transform energy into a solid beam), to energy blasts, energy construction (including creating boxes, cages or other simple objects out of pure energy) and energy conversion (ability to absorb one form of energy and convert it into another).

[b]Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/b] What Thanatos remembers mostly makes up his personality; he was a guard in a high security prison. His job included a lot of fighting and keeping down tough, violent criminals, as well as protecting important people occasionally. The criminals he guarded were mixes of normal, angry inmates and incredibly powerful old soldiers. Thanatos' calm temperament comes from the memory of having to stand for hours and hours outside the gates of the complex in blizzards and scorching suns without complaining. He fought both out of malice and revenge which, in turn, added to his nickname.

[b]Writing Snippet:[/b]





[center]After a moments disruption in his mind Thanatos moved to get up and was immediately knocked back down again. He rolled over onto his front of pushed himself up, looking directly into the eyes of a hideous tusked two-legged creature driving towards him. In one quick movement Thanatos jerked his hand up and unleashed a bolt of energy from his wrist knocking the creature backwards and allowing Thanatos to take a look around.

He did so quickly and made sure not to waste any time. Chaos was all he could see, creatures and people fighting all around a canyon. Thanatos managed to draw in a quick breath until he was attacked once more by a rather 'normal' looking man this time, quickly defending himself from an overhead blow.

[b]"Take some of that! And that!"[/b]

Thanatos' eyes darkened. He spun around and hit the attacker in the jaw and created an energy shield when the attacker came forward again for another blow. Again with his powers Thanatos knocked away the man with his force field before diving for him.

[B]"I'd rather not."[/b] He insisted grimly.

Thanatos leapt forward. He latched himself onto the man by wrapping his legs around his waist, pounding into his face until he was on his knees. After that, Thanatos jumped off the bloodied mess and shot him further down the canyon with a concussion beam.

But that wasn't the last of it.

Thanatos sighed as he realised there was a lot more fighting to be done and a bit more attention on him now as a few others began to crowd around him. He gripped his dagger and breathed in a harshly, heavy lungful of air, feeling the power rise throughout his body and prepare him for another bout with the idiots.

It should be fun, he guessed. And he didn't like 'fun'.[/center]





[b]Judge:[/b] OOC: Go for it.[/size]

[DeLarge]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Echo (it is unknown whether this is his real name, and if it is whether it is his first name or his surname)
[B]Age:[/B] 24
[B]Appearance:
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[B]Personality:[/B] Echo suffers from ADHD (Attention-Deficit Hyperactive Disorder), meaning he is both impulsive and inattentive. As such, he never stops talking, a constant stream of pop culture banter spewing forth from his mouth at all times. This sometimes works to his advantage, as his opponents are so put off by his inane babble that they are a lot easier to defeat.
[B]Weapons:[/B] As shown in the image, Echo wields a pair of slimline katanas, with which he is proficient. However, he is also pretty good with any number of other weapons, both long and close range. He can also throw a decent punch if he is ever disarmed (which, due to the nature of his power, is unlikely).

[B]Powers:[/B] Echo calls his power "accelerated probability." This means that Echo is able to react rapidly to situations - to him, time seems to slow down to a crawl, and each of the different options available to him are shown to him in the form of trails of orange light. He can then observe how each option will play out, and make his choice accordingly. However, there is still an element of luck involved in his choice, as sometimes he cannot see the end result of one or more of his options.

Due to the nature of this power, Echo can appear to have incredible reflexes and seems to move at tremendous speeds. To most, he just seems to be the luckiest bastard alive, dodging blows and dealing them back out with expert precision and grace.

[B]Memory/Aspiration/Manifestation of Memory:[/B] Echo has one memory and one memory only - the sight of a young woman, dead, her pale body slumped in the lukewarm water of a bath long since run. Droplets of blood ooze from the bullet wound in the centre of her forehead, creating delicate spider-web patterns in the bathwater.

This is all he remembers. He cannot remember how he felt when he saw this, and as such he cannot gauge whether he was the one who killed her, or if she was taken away from him by another. However, he does keep her bloodstained silver pentacle pendant wrapped around his wrist, to remind him of his true goal in this "competition" - to regain his memory and right whatever wrong had been done in his previous life.

[B]Writing Snippet: [/B]

Trails of vivid, fiery orange light danced around the battlefield, each one showing the solitary warrior a different path he could take. He took a deep breath, smiled, and launched himself down the trail which seemed to be calling out to him. He memorised every action and every consequence that path offered him, and dashed towards his first opponent, drawing one of his swords from his back in a smooth, swift motion.

Time seemed to gather momentum once again as he slammed the blade into the hulking, armoured warrior's neck, the blade gliding through the tiny space between his helmet and his breastplate, a thick gushing spray of blood following the blade as it passed through. Calling on his memory, Echo ducked as a small man in black martial arts garb swung a halberd towards his head, and swept his feet out from under him, plunging the tip of his blade into the warrior's chest as he lay on the floor.

[B]"Come on, fellas," [/B]he goaded, beckoning the swarming fighters towards him, [B]"You're not even trying." [/B]They charged the now-grinning man, who leapt into the air and flicked his legs forwards, sending his body spinning end over end in a graceful backflip. His feet slammed into the ground, setting a large dead tree between him and the gathering horde.

[B]"Timber!" [/B]he shouted, slicing through the trunk with his sword, using the momentum to spin on his heel and slam his foot into the tree on the return. The force with which he hit the tree sent it flying towards the first rank of warriors, knocking them all to the ground, incapacitated.

Leaping onto the fallen tree and crushing away what little life remained of the fallen warriors, he reached towards his back and drew the second katana that had lain dormant until now.

[B]"Bring it on, bitches!" [/B]he cried out to the oncoming swarm of opponents. He smiled, and leapt off the tree, his swords flashing in the harsh sunlight as he moved...

[B]Judge:[/B] I'd be more than happy to lend my services to the judiciary.[/SIZE]

[Kitty]

[size=1][b]ooc:[/b] I finished the sign up! I hope this thing's still happening. : )
[indent][b]Name:[/b] Cale Eden

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v332/PicKitty/RandomPicchus/Marla_feels_beautiful_II_by_skeev.jpg][i]Cale[/i][/url] stands at five feet, seven inches, and weighs in around a hundred and twenty pounds. She's slim but fit, with a pale complexion, hazel-green eyes, and light brown hair, which she often keeps tied up in double buns. She currently wears a form-fitting v-neck shirt and a skirt, underneath which hide her holsters and a pair of tight black shorts.

[b]Personality:[/b] Cale is a bubbly nineteen year old girl, ready for adventure and insanely stubborn. She is rarely put off by the attitudes of others, or anything at all really, and is capable of taking anything and everything in stride. Even when she's serious, she's rarely seen without a smile, unless someone's somehow managed to [i]really[/i] piss her off.

[b]Weapons:[/b] Cale carries dual trench knives, held at rest in two holsters on her thighs.

[b]Powers:[/b] Cale can change her skin and hair into anything, from steel to broken glass to lava if she so chooses, and is capable of growing it back if ripped off or separated from her body while transformed. However, she can only regrow [i]skin[/i], and if anything else -- bone, muscle, an entire limb -- is removed, it will not grow back, even if the skin covers what is missing.

[b]Memory/ Aspiration/ Manifestation of Memory:[/b] Cale remembers sitting in the pews at the wedding of a familiar man, though she can't recognize him, and then seeing said man drowned in a bathtub. She doesn't know if she did it or if anyone else saw what happened, but she wears his wedding ring on her right ring finger.

[b]Writing Snippet:[/b]

Cale giggled, hoping backwards to easily avoid the swing of a rather large man's fist aimed for her. While not short, Cale was still dwarfed by the man accosting her, and she had little intention of actually getting within range of his arms. However, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun teasing him a little just outside his reach.

[b]"You sure are big,"[/b] she pointed out with a smile. He grunted and swung for her again, but she easily leapt to the left before he reached her. [b]"Eat your fruits and veggies, did ya?"[/b] she smirked, this time jumping over and landing behind him when he lunged for her. [b]"Never cared for 'em, myself, y'know,"[/b] she continued, cartwheeling to the side before he could pound her into the ground. [b]"Though I was partial to--"[/b] she began, but was cut off when a hand managed to find her arm and keep her in place.

[b]"You, li'l girl, need ta learn ta shut up,"[/b] the man bellowed, wrapping his giant hands around her waist and beginning to squeeze, with every intention of popping her like a balloon. Not quite keen on the idea of her insides becoming outsides, she blinked her eyes once, and suddenly her skin wasn't skin anymore.

Cale's opponent let out a howl and dropped her immediately. She landed on what may have passed for feet, but were more like puddles of acid. She was transparent and dripping, and more liquid than solid, but her clothes were still on, keeping her form, and the features of her face were still quite visible.

[b]"You should've let me finish,"[/b] she giggled, pulling her knives from the holsters barely keeping hold on her liquified thighs. The man looked from her to his melting hands, eyes wide in pain. [b]"I was always partial to tomatoes. Very acidic,"[/b] she finished with a grin before leaping towards him.

He tried swatting her away, but she dodged his lumbering, dissintigrating hands and buried her knives in each of his shoulders as she landed on his chest, causing another cry of pain as she burned through his clothing and began melting his chest into nothing. He tried to pull her away, but every touch only caused him more torture, and soon his hands were down to little bits of muscle and bone.

As Cale's feet penetrated his rib cage, he finally fell backwards, dead before he hit the ground. Her skin reverted to normal in a second, and then she was tugging her knives from his corpse and stepping out of the hole in his chest.

[b]"So! Who's next?"[/b] she smiled, looking around.

[b]Judge:[/b] Yup yup![/indent][/size]

[Orcus]

[FONT="Palatino Linotype"][strike][B]OOC:[/B]Amazing sign ups, everyone! Very, very diverse and interesting characters; I'm most anxious to see them in action against one another. Needless to say, [B]all[/B] are accepted thus far. I'll be posting my sign up later tonight, as well as posting a backstage thread for Judgment, challenges, and any extra questions you may have. I'm going to give the sign ups a couple more days, but the spars will probably be beginning this Saturday. Be on guard. :][/strike]

[B]OOC2:[/B] All right, [size="3"][B]SIGN UPS ARE NOW CLOSED[/B][/size]. I'll attempt to have a writing sample up sometime today-- damn my lack of sleep-- so everyone knows how Exodus operates.

[CENTER][B]Name:[/B] Silver Lord Fenrir

[B]Age:[/B] Appears to be in his late 20’s

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://edgydog.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/blazblue-ragna.jpg"][Fenrir][/URL]

[B]Personality:[/B] Fenrir is a cold and cruel figure, one who disregards any matter that does not satisfy his own whims. In battle, he is quick to strike at his opponent’s moral and mental state—in what can only be assumed is a byproduct of having stolen the competitor’s memories, he knows exactly what his opponent’s weaknesses and insecurities are, and is not afraid to prey upon them.

[B]Weapons:[/B] [I]Craven Claw and Spectre Sword[/I] [See Exodus’ appearance]
Fenrir’s strength and speed make both weapons devastating should they connect with an opponent. The Claw can easily shred any man to pieces, but is noticeably slow and predictable and the blade’s light frame allow Fenrir to strike multiple times before his opponent can react, but each strike is unlikely to deal severe damage to his enemy. Fenrir is more prone to using the Claw in battle, for the sheer brutality and savagery of it.

[B]Powers:[/B] Fenrir does not have any special abilities to note; though his strength and speed are vastly superior to normal mortals, those are his only claim to fame. However, through alleged years of battling and training, he has learned to utilize these abilities in unison to make himself a virtual tank. The only downside is, though he is entirely capable of quickly decimating an opponent through godly displays of force, his endurance and defense are only on par with a highly trained mortal warrior, and thus, theoretically, he can be dispatched relatively easily.

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[B]Name:[/B] Exodus

[B]Age:[/B] Only appears to be in his late teens

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://www.gamespot.com/psp/rpg/manakhemiaportableplus/images/0/114/?full_size=1"][Exodus][/URL] [URL="http://creativeuncut.com/gallery-04/mow-rock-howard2.html"][Exodus Outfit][/URL]
The front of his hair has a shocking crystal blue tuft, and his golden and auburn eyes hide behind [URL="http://dennisvwu.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/oakley-gasket-eyeglasses-11-931.jpg"][these glasses][/URL]. Also, where the jacket and hat are red, his are blue.

[B]Personality:[/B] Exodus is brash, violent, and arrogant to an extent; however, cruelty and indecency are not natural to his character. Though he harbors a desire for death and destruction, it is due to the nature of the cosmic energies that reside with him. He is straightforward and honest on and off the battlefield, and would never resort to deception to win; quite the opposite of the Silver Lord. Noticeably, he has a highly developed sense of honor and respect as well.

[B]Weapons:[/B] [I]Elemental Rings[/I]- Using the rings as conduits, Exodus can alter his natural energy into an elemental strike. He has five rings on each hand. From thumb to pinky, respectively, it goes: Heat, Aether, Nature, Liquid, and Cosmos.

[B]Powers:[/B] Enhanced Strength and Chi Manipulation- Exodus can utilize his inner energies in such a manner that he can release it as a tangible energy construct. He can release it in waves, or concentrate it into a energy beam or blast, or use them in juxtaposition with his rings so that he can strike at his opponent with the elements themselves.

[B]Writing Snippet:[/B] [Will Finish Later Tonight]
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