([i]Dojoville, 5:30 PM)[/i] *All was quiet in a very small alleyway on the outskirts of the village. This all changed, however, when a portal appeared.* Strangely enough, a young Japanese woman stepped out of the portal, looking to be around 28-ish years old. She had a sword sheathed on her waist, as she looks at her hand, a strange symbol appearing before disappearing. "This looks a lot more interesting than Kiva's world..." she thinks, walking to find anyone that she could get information out of. She needed info of this world before going after the Riders and the heroes of this world. [spoiler]Open; intro to the arrival of the Fangire Queen.[/spoiler]

Why use swords when you can have nukes?

[b][i][u]Continuation of Artemis[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]If my last thread is too long for you then continue it here.[/spoiler]

[b][u]TESTING POST!!![/u][/b] Tesuto walked into the courtyard of the dojo. The cherry blossom tree naked of colour from the winter that was to come. He stood in front of it. Awaiting his challenger. [spoiler]If you haven't been tested yet, REPLY here. Me and the other senseis can get right on it.[/spoiler]

[b]A large human shaped hunk of metal crawls out from under a park bench and gets to its feet[/b] [i]Well time to stop feeling sorry for myself I guess...[/i] [b]A wild twister of blood erupts out of the ground, covering the hunk of metal, it quickly clears revealing a tall Asian man clad in a sharp black suit.[/b] [i]Now where are my guns?[/i] [b]Stratos turns and gazes into the sky just as a large star cruiser breaks cloak, completely still, as if it had been there the entire time. A single drop pod is fired from the spaceship, crashing into he courtyard a few meters from Stratos.[/b] [i]There she is.[/i]

[b][u]HOW THE TOURNAMENT WILL WORK!!! MANDATORY READ. ESPECIALLY FOR REALISTIC RP'rs[/u][/b] Alright. So there is a little confusion surrounding how this tourney will work. So let me clear it up for you munchkins! Because you are a bunch of stupid shits! I'm kidding. Not really. BEFORE YOU THINK OF SIGNING UP MAKE SURE YOU ARE TESTED ALREADY. So. The tournament will consist of divisions. These divisions will be dedicated to those who fight a similar style as you. These are the current divisions. Tier 1 - Realists; regular people/characters who have a high mortality rate. An example: Average Joe with some Kevlar and a gun or Meridus The Mage who has HIGHLY underpowered magic. Make them fight and expect results similar to real-life (because getting shot hurts a lot when you're normal). Tier 2 - Mid-powerful. People who are more powerful than the averages, but not as powerful as the next tier. Ex. Billy the battlemage who's not as powerful as Gandalf or Aragorn, but still a force to be reckoned with at best. These are like your squires in a storybook. Put them in an arena and they'll give one hell of a long fight. Tier 3 - Potentially-powerful. People like Tesuto, those who have the potential skill to overcome great odds. These folks give it their all in a fight. If you put these guys in an arena, they're most likely gonna end up destroying everything inside of it. Essentially people who have a high potential for destruction within a contained area. Guys like Wolfe, an exosuit-clad soldier with cloaking and firearms. Tier 4 - Highly volatile. Put these -blam!-ers in an arena and they'll probably break free of it, most likely leaving a crater behind. If any of these divisions do not have enough people, the division will be removed and those who signed up for it will be transferred to a different division. SIGN YOUR CHARACTER UP TO A DIVISION HERE. (These divisions will also be used for later use. So you know which fights you can pick and which you can't. But you should use some common sense prior, dumbass). So, what's gunna happen is that one person will fight another in their division. The fighters will be picked randomly. Once you make your way to the top bracket of your division, you become the champion. Then, a new bracket starts. This Bracket will consist of each champion from each division. You will fight them, and see who is the best. Oke the Grand Champion reigns, they will Fight the ultimate Champion. He is the Slayer of Majora, the general of angels, the twilight hero, ZANE. RULES?! You just follow each of the rules during your fights. Along with this, there will be referees who will call you out on violating rules. Any rule that isn't God modding will be a simple warning. Telling you to straighten yourself up. But if you have repeated warning you may be disqualified. If you God mod, you get a red card. If you get two red cards during the ENTIRE tournament you will be disqualified from the entire thing. (unless your opponent decides to mercy you. But then you are just a BITCH). WHO WINS?! There is a max reply rating of 100 for each fight. Once that has been reached, your fight will be judged by the ref's. The victor will be decided by who does the most damage, who accepted the most damage, who followed the rules the best, who made the fight -blam!-ING AWESOME?! And etc. We are looking for the best of the best. Not cheaters. However, if you are actually awesome and know when you have lost, you can submit. When you submit, the victor will perform a finisher. And slay you like the little PANSY YOU ARE!(but seriously if you accept defeat you get brownie points in my book). That leads us to our next topic. WILL I DIE?! YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh...wait... No you don't die. The dojo has high tech simulation projectors which will project YOU into the coliseum. Your projection will react every way you would in a situation. They are YOU. When you die, it is just the projection of you! The real you will be sitting in the audience or something! Though...if you want higher risk rewards...you won't use the simulation. You don't have to use the simulation. You can go in as yourself and fight. But. You could die. Speaking of rewards!!! TO OUR NEXT TOPIC! WHAT DO I GET?! Throughout your feats you will get awards. These awards will bring rewards. These rewards will be custom designed for you. The awards list is.... Division champion!(award for each division) Grand champion!(has beaten each champion) ULTIMATE CHAMPION!(has beaten Zane(BEAT HIS -blam!-ING ASS-I mean what?)) Best fight!(has orchestrated the coolest fight in the tournament. This award can possibly go to both contestants of the fight) Rule follower!(Went through more then one fight without breaking a single rule(Makes you a possible candidate for becoming a tester or sensei.)) Best Fatality!(You don't sleep while your opponent dies. You bathe in their blood. Perform the coolest finisher on your Opponent. Worried it's too violent? THEN I GUESS YOU WONT BE GETTING THIS AWARD!!!) And that's about it! If you have any more concerns contact Martyr(Cobalt) or Me. Cthulu will also be a ref for the tourney. NEW: ONCE YOU REACH THE DIVISION CHAMPS EACH CHARACTER HAS TO BE TONED DOWN TO THAT OF THE WEAKEST TIER. WE WANT AN EVEN AND AWESOME FIGHT, NOT A SLAUGHTER. MORE NEWS: DONT REPLY HERE REPLY TO THE NEW POST.

Cannon Lok wanders around the Dojo. "Anyone here looking to test their mettle? I'm itching for a fight."

Wow, over 30,000 comments. Crazy

The Mandalorian enters the Dojo for the first time, stopping a moment to take in the sights. "Well, this is definantly as odd as home was," He mutters to himself as he glances around, his HUD feeding him tactical information. "Wonder where I can get some sleep. My ship is still a ways off."

[b]NEWS UPDATE![/b] LADIES AND GENTS! I WILL KEEP THIS BRIEF! BUT I HAVE NEWS! Your new sensei...has been chosen. He's been gone for a while. But he's come back full force. Many of you already know him. Any old member knows him...as Cobalt Phoenix. Now....? He is the forgotten martyr. COBALT PHOENIX IS NOW A SENSEI!

Um, hi. I was on my way home to Mandalore to return a bounty, and I think I took a wrong turn somewhere. Please help. Thanks.

[u][i]Explosions and Mutants[/i][/u] Outside the dojoville, there was a rather loud explosion, followed by what looked like fragments of a skyscraper, mutants with orange skin and growths over their bodies, and robots And one kid, who looked to be 14, falling with the debris as it flew towards the ground, and he seemed to be having the time of his life, shooting at one of the mutants with a spear-looking gun that had a bottle of some orange soda attached. Then the debris landed. ((open, investigate the wreckage))

[b][i][u]THE TOURNAMENT!!!![/u][/i][/b] The deity, his armour still white with the snow from the Ko Rudo mountains, entered the Colosseum. The massive arena used for the tournament he had held six months ago. The same place where the twilight had made its grand entrance, and plagued the world. But the fact was, that wasn't the purpose of it. It was used to find out who was the best of the best. He looked around, his shaggy hair blowing from the wind which swept trough the frost covered ground. He took in a deep breath, and decided to have a bit of a monologue. "Ohhhhh SHIT! I'm getting an itch! I think...ya. I think bows the time to have another Fierce deity tournament!!!" "....Why are you talking to yourself?" The deity turned to meet Tesuto, who had his hands on the pommel of his blades. "Oh! Well hello my tall red friend! I've been thinking of getting the tourney back up..." "You mean your planned execution to break Zane?" "NO! THAT WAS LIKE, SO MANY MONTHS AGO! I'VE ARC'D HARD SINCE THEN!!!" "Hmph. I suppose a tournament wouldn't be a bad idea. Considering both you and Zane have lost your powers." "Exactly! Think you can...get some funds for it?" Tesuto pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. I will take care of it." "Fantastic!" "But we will be doing things differently this time." "Oh, of course! Variety is the key to success after all!" "Alright. I will round up the contestants." [spoiler]SIGN UP HERE FOR THE TOURNEY WHICH COMES UP NEXT WEEK. MORE DETAILS TO HOW IT WILL WORK WILL COME UP GRADUALLY OVER THE WEEKEND. BUT STATE WHICH CONTINENT U ARE IN WHEN YOU SIGN UP. TIME IS KEY.[/spoiler] OH AND ONLY ONE CHARACTER CAN PARTICIPATE. PICK ONE

Ok, I need a PvP test. Any sensei willing to test me?

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[u]Reading is fun! I think...[/u] [i]The Glade, Quincy's new bench by the lake in the Glade[/i] Quincy sat on a bench in the sunlight, happily reading while the sun warmed his naturally cold fur. He couldnt remember quite what he was reading, but he knew it was hard to understand and there was lots of dramatic death. (its Shakespeare's plays)

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[u][i]A Person in Need[/i][/u] [u]Alpha and Beta's house, just outside Dojoville, 4:21PM[/u] Beta sat there, crying. How'd she get this way? well, when your brother's a wanted criminal, with one of the most powerful organizations helping his pursuers, you don't have the most peaceful of times. Where was she sitting? Oh, nowhere special. Just a pool of blood and sweat and tears, her blue jeans had been soaked through at the knees with red, the joints disabled by a high caliber handgun. JT's handgun. She leaned against the doorway, JT was still there and Alpha.....she didn't know what happened, one moment he's there, another he's gone, leaving her in pain, afraid, and alone with a man who just might harm her more. The fur on her face glistened with sweat and tears, some even leaking out from behind the shock of white fur that she'd highlighted with lavender to bring out the same color in her right eye, her only eye. Her half-sawed-off horns shone in the light as she shook, and her fangs caught that same light as she sobbed, scared and frightened. ((open, especially to JT))

[b][i][u]The Guardians Ending Part 4(Finale)[/u][/i][/b] [b]nobody but Royal was really helping the Blobs[/b] [b]for that, lots of Blobs died [/b] [b]and more were dying, but all the Guardians(even the ones who died) along with Works, Emma, Smaug, Tubbs, and Mikey ran in and finished off the Quish[/b] [b]only 200 Blobs survived[/b] [b]no Quish survived[/b] [b]Lonles explains how Tubbs, Works, Mikey, Emma, Smaug, and the dead Guardians are all alive[/b] Lonles- Each soul exits the body 24 hours after death. The Quish found Tubbs dead before that happened. They switched the Quish leader's soul with Tubbs. So then the Quish leader could walk around as Tubbs and start this. They kept Tubbs's soul trapped, waiting for this plan to end so they could switch souls back. I dragged Tubbs's body on the main ship during the battle and switched the souls back to normal. Then revived everyone. Long story short: Everything is normal again. [b]the Guardians and the Blobs leave to find a home on this lonely planet that I forgot the name of[/b] [b]the others are just chilling in the Dojo...[/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i]The Backdoor Man[/i][/b] [i]"Concrete shoes, cyanide, TNT DONE DIRT CHEAP Neck ties, contracts, high voltage DONE DIRT CHEAP" -AC/DC[/i] [b]Ten Miles Outside of Dojoville[/b] [i]Wilson stepped forth from a rift in space and time, the shred closing behind him as he exited, the unconscious soldier on his shoulder. Before him, far out in the forests beyond the Dojo and Dojoville, was a small building, a shed of sorts. Opening the door, he entered the stairwell, which led down to an underground bunker about as big as a medium-sized garage. Throwing her to the ground once he reached bottom, he flicked the lights on. All around him, the room was loaded with supplies, ammunition, food, water, medical supplies, alcohol, supplies to repair his armor, rifles, handguns, and plenty of other weapons. What stood out, however, was the metal chair sitting in the center of the room, a medical tray on a medical table next to it, with a car battery and jumper cables on the floor. There was some dried blood on the floor below the chair, and it clearly had restraints, leather straps built into the chair. Walking past it, and tossing one of his combat knives onto the small medical table, he walked over to the power armor stand in the corner, and exited his armor. Climbing out, Wilson wore Elite Riot Armor, minus the helmet. Taking his revolver belt from his armor, he strapped it on around his waist, and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his bandolier. Pulling one from the pack, he perched it between his lips, sliding the pack into the bandolier on his person. Lighting it, he took a drag, and headed over to the soldier on the ground. Putting a foot on her neck, he reached down and disengaged it by fiddling around with some mechanism, the armor opening up. Looking at the woman inside, Wilson's eyebrow raised. She was young, perhaps 24 or 25, pale with bleach-blonde hair, and petite. He was surprised to see someone that good-looking as a soldier, but nonetheless, he figured she'd been trained well. Picking her up, he dragged her over to the chair, and strapped her in, leaving her there while he moved the armor to its own stand. Setting up the Venom armor, he headed into the bathroom in the small building, filling a bucket with cold water. Walking out from the bathroom after a few minutes, lit cigarette in his mouth, bucket on hand, he approached her and poured the water on her. She awoke with a start, completely terrified, struggling to escape. She eyed Wilson like a deer in the headlights.[/i] "Who... who are you? Where am I?!" [i]She looked around wildly.[/i] "Welcome to hell, sweetheart. Alright, here's what's gonna happen. One of my friends is gonna come in here and ask questions. You want to answer now, and I don't hurt you. You make this hard, I'll bleed it out of you." [i]He said, smiling like a killer. [/i] [i]She looked at him, and spat at him. Wilson sighed, and blew smoke from his nose.[/i] "Guess we're doing this the hard way. Alright." [i]Standing up, he tossed his cigarette, and grabbed the jumper cables from the floor, turning the battery on as well. Laughing, he touched the two of them together, a spark jumping between them....[/i] [b][i]The following has been cut out due to extremely graphic content.[/i][/b] [b]Four Hours Later[/b] [i]Nicholas Clarkson stepped down the stairs leading to Wilson's bunker, and stopped at the bottom, staring at the panting, bloodied, and exhausted-looking woman strapped in the chair. Clarkson said nothing, walking over to Wilson, and looked down to the girl. [/i] "Hello, love. I hear you're ready to talk." [i]He said, voice cold. [/i] "Yes..." [i]she said, out of breath, tears running slowly down her cheeks, mixing with a bit of blood on her right cheek.[/i] "I want to know exactly why you're here. I want to know why you're killing civilians. I want to know who sent you. I want to know why you have Venom Incorporated technology. I want a name, too." [i]Clearly he was not in the mood for anything, as his voice took on a sharp edge.[/i] [i]She looked up to Clarkson, pleadingly.[/i] "Please... don't leave me here with him... anything, I will answer..." [i]She said softly.[/i] [i]Clarkson smiled beneath his mask, and replied.[/i] "I won't, so long as you aren't lying to me." "O... ok... My name is Rose... Rose Mercier... I was French Foreign Legion, Atlas recruited me.... I'm sorry, I do not know his name, but he is one man.... He recruited the remaining Venom Incorporated operators and contracted other mercenaries... He sent one other and me to agitate this place to draw out the Wolfe..." [i]As she spoke, Wolfe approached, walking down the stairs silently, observing the conversation as it occurred. [/i] "We were not told why. We were just told to draw him out and subdue him... We were to bring him back...." [i]She continued.[/i] "Back to where?" [i]Clarkson asked sharply.[/i] [i]Wilson simply sat watching amusedly, playing with a knife.[/i] "Mexico. Atlas is operating somewhere in the Yucatán Peninsula. I have not been to his base personally, I have only heard that it is there..." [i]She looked fearfully up at Clarkson, eyes darting between him and Wilson.[/i] "Why do you have tytritium weapons and the Venom armor?" [i]Clarkson asked, tone becoming flat.[/i] "Atlas gave it to us. I promise you, monsieur, I do not know anymore, please..." [i]She seemed to be on the verge of crying. [/i] "Thanks b*tch!" [i]Wilson said, drawing his revolver and pulling the hammer back. [/i] [i]Before he could shoot, however, Wolfe spoke up, stepping into the light.[/i] "Don't kill her." "Why the hell not? She basically slaughtered all those people..." [i]Asked Wilson, almost offended.[/i] "You're not one to talk, Wilson. Keep her alive. She's of more use to us alive." [i]The room was silent, Rose silently awaiting her fate. Wilson and Wolfe stared each other down for almost two solid minutes before Clarkson spoke.[/i] "Wolfe's right. Keep her alive. The armor is yours to keep, Wilson. Ms. Mercier, you'll be with us. Understand, however, that should you decide to betray me, I won't hesitate to kill you. Am I understood?" [i]There was a clear emphasis on Clarkson's last two statements. [/i] [i]With that, he turned and left, heading out of the building. Wolfe stood silently by the stairs, and Wilson reluctantly slid his revolver back into place, sighing.[/i] "I hate you, kid." [i]He said, walking back over to his power armor, strapping his pistol belt back to it, and climbing inside. [/i] [i]The armor locked around him, and he walked forwards, and undid the restraints on the chair. Rose stood slowly, unsteadily. Her whole body ached, the shocks, beatings, and waterboarding had left her beyond exhausted. The three exited the building, and began making their way to the Dojo. Rose needed a new set of armor, and some new gear, and neither the Courier nor the Vengeful Son trusted her.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

[b][i][u] Dragonslayer, Dragon creator [/u][/i][/b] There was a loud clashing of metal, coming from the arena which had a particularly strange scene. The bonfire of Firelink Shrine, with the Firekeeper watching over the duel. Or programmed to watch over the duel. A wave of blue fire washed over the deserter Knight, Hawkwood. He skidded backwards, spitting on the ground as he raised his sword, aimed at Nathaniel. Nathaniel, Son of Ornstein the Dragonslayer, and Nora, Blue Flame Pyromaniac. He grinned at Hawkwood who growled back at Nathaniel. "Come on, Unkindled." Hawkwood charged forward, stabbing at Nathaniel who smacked the sword to the side, he swung and slashed open Hawkwood's chest. Nathaniel kicked forward, sending Hawkwood to his back as the scene faded away, and Nathaniel sheathed his sword. "You fought well. My father would say the same, I hope." [i]"I can only wish. For I have yet to see him." [/i] "Heh. Come on, let's patch you up." [b]Nathaniel reaches downwards to help Hawkwood up. [/b] [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[u]one of kind.[/u] [i]it was nice clear sunny the kind lola liked more than anything. She was on the shorter side about 5'2" with bluish green scaled skin she had two different colored eyes one bluegrey the other bright green and she had long black hair pulled into a braid that went halfway down her back. Lola was simply just taking the time to enjoy the nice weather as she walked along a small dirt path the leads to a small clearing in the woods the reason why she was walking that way was a simple one. She wanted a place where she let her guard down for a bit so she could transform into her dragon form without drawing attention. Cause unlike the rest of them she just a little different. When she get to the clearing she tranforms turning into a very large deep blue dragon. It would be very clear if any were to see her like would notice it right away cause unlike them her body had a strange bio luimencesse to it. Some the scales on her body glow faintly in the sunlight. She stretches out her wings and the undersides of them are able to glow faintly but if she wanted too she could blind someone temporaryly with them. This form of her rarely seen because of it. But she yawns stretching completely in the sunlight slowly dozing off it would be easy for someone to sneak up on her cause she a heavy sleeper but it be would very unwise. Cause she dislikes being followed and people seeing her like this. But she drifts into a heavy sleep not knowing that someone followed her.[/i] [spoiler]you are the person that followed her[/spoiler] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]