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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 9, 2005 22:20:42 GMT -5
The year is 3030 and those who are not normal by the standards set by those in power, have been captured. They had very few choices, they could be a slave, a gladiator or they would be put to death. Many choose death over such humiliation, while others choose to be slaves. Then there were those who became gladiators who fought for the amusement of their masters and the crowd. All the while longing to be free.
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 9, 2005 22:22:08 GMT -5
The roar of the eager crowds could even be heard from deep below the arena where the fighters were kept during a tournament. The thirst for blood evident in their cries for the next match to begin. It was the opening day of the tournament and all were excited about seeing some of their favorites and even a couple of new rookies fight. The tournament was only a week long, but the matches lasted all day and late into the night. Now it was time for the second match to begin.
Angela heard her the bars of her cell creek open, lifting her head she met the gaze of her handler, a large and angry looking man. He jingles the chain in his hand as a signal for her to stand. Sighing deeply Angela gets to her feet standing to her full 6'2 height she stretches a bit before tying back her long auburn hair. Her gold eyes lock onto those of her handler as he approaches and binds her hands and ankles with a length of chain. Holding his electric electric club he motions for her to exit the cell. He leads her out and through the winding passages that made up the holding area beneath the arena floor. She enters a small elevator that take her up to the ground floor. The hot sun blinds her as she enters the sand covered arena among cheers and insults she is lead out into the center of the arena. Her handler removes her chains and exits the arena leaving her standing in the center awaiting her next opponent.
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 9, 2005 22:24:51 GMT -5
Character profile: Name: Angela Night Age: 200 yrs old, but looks to be 25 Gender: Female Species: Werewolf Appearance (Human): Angela stands a 6'2 weighs about 180 pounds all muscle. She has waist length Auburn hair and gold eyes. She is wearing light weight battle armor that provides some protection from attacks. Its comprised of a sleeveless black shirt and matching shorts. They are especially made to stretch and change form to accommodate her body when she transforms. Beneath her clothing there are several scars some from fighting, but most are from beatings ordered by her master. Werewolf Form: She stands at about 7'2 fur matches her hair color, eyes also remain the same.
History: Angela was able to hide the fact that she was a werewolf for several years, but was found out and captured. With the use of a control collar she was captured and sold to the highest bidder at an auction. Due to her werewolf abilities her master felt that she would make an excellent Gladiator and has so far won several small tournaments for the past 9 years.Yet the yearning to be free is never far from her mind and she is waiting for the right time in which to make her escape.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Oct 11, 2005 22:49:08 GMT -5
OoC| Could I have two characters? |
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Post by InsanexBandit on Oct 11, 2005 22:55:20 GMT -5
OoC| I was thinking (gasp) and I was wodnering if there could be a battle royale with three people? |
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 12, 2005 12:17:14 GMT -5
OOC: that would be fine.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Oct 12, 2005 17:07:50 GMT -5
OoC| You sure? You don't sound too enthusiastic. It's alright if there isn't a battle royale. |
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 13, 2005 21:55:08 GMT -5
OOC: Its fine it could be the opening fight.
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 31, 2005 23:06:24 GMT -5
OOC: well since no one else is going to join i'm just going to continue until someone does
The crowd fell silent as they awaited for the other fighter to enter the arena. Then from the other side of the arena the was lead in a rather large Minatour. Snorting and pulling at the chains on his horns and arms. It was walked to within a few feet of her before its chains were removed. Glaring at her it snorted and pawed the ground in anticpation. Then the arena master announced their match. "The only rule in this match is that you fight until one of you is nolonger able move under their own power. A death is an automatic win." he pauses for dramtic effect, "and the theme for this match shall be the fallen city!" he shouts raising his arm signiling the activation of the arena.
The ground shakes beneath her feet as the arena walls and broken buildings rise from the arena floor. "Let the blood shedding begin!" the master shouts causing the crowd to rise to their feet in anticipation. Before Angela has time to react the Minatour is on her head lowered horns flashing. It is only her heightened senses that allow her to avoid the horns if not the beast itself. Its charge carries them both through several walls finally ending with them in a parially distroyed building. That is when Angela puts her foot down and grounds the Minatour's charge to a stop.
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Oct 31, 2005 23:06:58 GMT -5
Her eyes glowing brightly as rage begins to set in Angela uses the Minatour's own momentum to lift it and then throw its through a couple of walls and back out in the open. The crowd roars in delight as Angela comes charging out and slams the beast wiht her shoulder. Stunned the Minatour rises slowly to its feet, Angela turns to the crowd seeking a verdict. In unison the crowd calls out for blood, not wanting to disappoint her audiance she attacks the Minatour relentlessly. After what seems like hours, but has only truely been meer moments, the Minatour lays battered and bloody against the arena floor. With a violent roar the crowd gets their feet as Angela closes in on her prey. Grabbing it by its massive horns she gives a violent twist; the beast falls down dead and cold to the floor.
Her chest heaving Angela waits for her handlers to collect her, the cheers from the crowd a meer whisper to her. She is not proud for what she has done, but she has done what she must to survive. When she returns to her cells she will give honor to her fallen foe. And now she waits for her next match.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Nov 3, 2005 20:05:38 GMT -5
OoC| Sorry this took so long. |
At another entrance, a figure with a black trench coat stepped onto the field. A bit of dust clouded around its foot. The head could be seen, and the skin on it was pale. Short black hair and blue eyes were other features on the head. The eyes had an un-human look in them, staring hard to the area in front. As they continued to stare, the mouth opened to take a deep breath. Pointed canines confirmed the fact that this one was not human. Similair black clothing was on the figure, dark shirt over chain mail and dark leggings. A bo staff across his back and there he stood, ready for battle. His name was Blake. He wasn't always like this. Being friends with another when Blake was bitten his friend had become "special". They both lived on the streets, avoiding the guards and hunters. Then, he and his friend were captured. They each survived the rounds until now, when they were about to battle each other, and it seems, another.
At the last entrance, there was another person, who's name was Asher. His hair was also black, but was longer, running to his ears. Brown eyes looked at the ground, despair showing. He was about to fight his friend, and another stranger. He always didn't look forward to these battles, but this one was worse. He had a light armor, and dark leggings. His hands grew hot and it seemed as though they were glowing red. He slammed the wall next to his with the side of his fist, muttering, "It's not fair...It's not fair..." This made the part that he hit crumble a bit, stone falling to the ground. On his hand were identical blades, each were retractable. "Quit that!" the guard yelled, and jabbed Asher in the back with a rod. After wincing, he trudged forward, stepping onto the arena. Well..this sucks.
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Nov 4, 2005 23:00:41 GMT -5
Angela is shoved once again out into the sand covered arena her eyes squinting in the light. Glancing to her sides she see that this time she would be facing two instead of one. She smirks, maye she was getting to tough for just one. There is the usual sound of static that comes just before the annoucement of the fight. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in for quite a treat with this match. Not only do we get to see the current top fighter in the match, but we also get to see to best friends go for eachother's blood. I hope you have already placed your bets, because this is going to be a fight to remember. Let the blood shed begin!" the annoucer shouts followed by the cheers and roars of the eager crowd. Angela rolls her shoulders and waits to see what the other two will do.
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Post by Mullet Fish on Nov 8, 2005 20:22:50 GMT -5
(Brad needs to sort some thigns out before he commits to another roleplay. I should join in like, a week. But please keep it going. I really want to join this one.)
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Nov 10, 2005 22:44:07 GMT -5
(OOC: I am unsure of how to continue with my rp since I began writing my character around someone elses....I will just edit the whole thing and start fresh)
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Post by Quirk on Nov 12, 2005 16:07:23 GMT -5
((Hold on...that means you're going to make a new board, then? If I can join, you can count me in! ^_^ *jumps around excitedly* I've never thought of a gladiator rp before...I'm totally gonna steal the idea and use it again someday... *exaltes*))
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