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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 9, 2006 19:26:00 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 Jan 9, 2006 19:26:38 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 Jan 9, 2006 19:26:54 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.
IP:
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 9, 2006 19:27:49 GMT -5
OOC: Ok well I got an email about being in active and I thought that I would try to get this board started again. All welcome to join looking forward to having fun.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 14, 2006 0:28:17 GMT -5
((So what kind of critters are allowed in this? Hee. I said critters...))
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 14, 2006 23:26:10 GMT -5
OOC: Basically anything goes...just don't make something that is unbeatable.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 18, 2006 1:00:38 GMT -5
Khepri shifted slowly, the rasp of scales on stone echoing sharply above the dull roar of the crowd in her small, dark cell. She could feel the vibration of their calls and thudding feet through the stone. The light carried by the guards glistened wetly over the oily sheen of her blue-black scales. The rusty grate screamed out its protest as the guards opened it. She rose obediantly on her tail and glided forwards, up, up to the bright hot arena above.
Khepri hissed softly, closing her slitted yellow eyes against the assault of sunlight. A red, slender tongue flickered over her scaly lips as she slowly squinted her eyes. She was a Naga. A half human, half snake creature. In her case, it was a cobra. A wide hood flared permanantely behind her head, down her neck and to the small of her back. It was marked with a burnt gold 'V'. Two small circles balanced on the points of the 'V'. Khepri flexed her arms and stretched, limbering up her powerfully muscled form. Her tail stretched out behind her and she writhed gratefully, savouring the heat of the ground and the sun beating down upon her dark form. It chased away the chills that had accumulated in the dark cell.
The cries and wails of criminals and slaves rang harshly around the arena as they were forced up. A few other seasoned warriors were there as well, silent and patient, indifferent to the sounds of the other prisoners. Khepri raised herself higher on her tail, so that she towered above most of the others.
((Are weapons allowed? Are these like Roman gladiators?))
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Post by lonehuntress17 on Jan 18, 2006 9:46:24 GMT -5
OOC: It is like Roman Gladiators, but the weapons come later on in the fight if the crowd feels there needs to be more excitement.
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