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Name: Kelani
Appearance
Age: 19
Fighting Style: CQC. She's a conservative fighter, the kind who examines her opponents and makes every move count.

Equipment:

• Tempered Calibur
• Solid Cobalt Helm & Armor
• Great Defender

Reasons for applying: Officially: To rise through the ranks and take on worthwhile missions. Unofficially: To follow and protect a certain individual.

Background: Kelani, or "Kel" as she's more commonly known, was just 14 when the beam struck the Skylark and forced them to evacuate. She got into the escape pod with one other person, and they hit ground together. He helped her as best he could in this strange new world; he protected her from monsters, found her food, and kept her company when the going got slow. But when they reached Haven, they got separated in the crowds and never reunited. He has since forgotten her, but she never forgot him.

Since then, she was assigned "patrol duties," which mainly involves directing foot traffic through Haven and giving directions to the nearest bathroom. She didn't mind it at first, but after about a year of that, it occurred to her that she couldn't spend her time with cushy jobs when her Savior from the Crash spent so much time and effort to keep her alive. Furthermore, she began idealizing him in her mind until eventually, he became a sort of idol to her, and she would have given anything to see him again.

Once she discovered that he was to join the Argent Arena, she knew what she had to do.

I guess its time...

Name: Earnest R.

Age:27

Equipment: He is equiped with a Skolver set and has an Aegis for his shield. He uses a final flourish and a storm driver for when he needs it, and finally he has a gran faust but barely uses it.

Fighting Style: He likes CQC, very proficient at it, especially when it comes to using his hands. He is surprisingly good swordfighter, prefering fencing as it requires reflexes and skill.

Reasons for applying: He needs to get up and go, he is bored, he isnt interested with what he is doing currently. He needs to find purpose and he thinks this new arena thing may help. Plus he wants money which he expects to earn after the event.

Description/Background: Earnest seems fairly average and he is quiet an honest individual, very modest, very kind to those who earned it. But few know what is going on in his head, a place of quick thinking, formulation and pure genius. Yet he hides it, so much so he makes himself look brutish which is helped by strong physique. He used to not be like this though, his past showed a much more prominent man, someone who isnt as battle hardened as his current self.

When Earnest landed on Cradle he encountered another knight named Lidia. During the time they met, they were recruits and radio had not been set up yet. No communication, no food, and hardly any experience. Both were scared, both didnt know what to do, but both had each other's back. They decided to head north and so they did and as night fell they set up makeshift camp and took a night rest until Earnest woke up to the feeling of pain and the hearing of screams. Both had set up camp in wolver territory. Earnest soon realized where the pain was coming from, a wolver was biting deep into his left arm and he yelled in agony. Lidia was trying to fight off some that had advanced onto her, bites visible throughout her body.

Earnest focused on the wolver again and looked into its eyes. His weapon was out of reach and the beast was to close for his shield to be of use. As he struggle to shake the wolver off, he continued to make eye contact with the beast, its deep eyes showed unrestrained aggression. Earnest's mind clicked and his body followed the wolver's example. He placed his right hand over the wolver's skull and gripped it tightly slowly adding more and more force, the beast let go and began to whine but he continued until a loud crack was heard. He let go of its head and got up, both hands free. He did the same to each and every one of the other wolvers, all infront of Lidia. She watched in horror as her comrade went to each and every beast, cracking the skulls with his bare hands.

After the ordeal, Earnest was a changed person. he kept his old self as a shell but his new self was known to Lidia. They stayed close but Lidia never acted the same way she did before. She too had been scarred but to no degree had she changed as much as Earnest. His mind was formulated, his eyes were blank, and his grip was one that those who knew of it would ever want to face again.

He was a great strategist but his methods were deemed harmful to his comrades, not because they got hurt, but their mental state was uneasy after working with him in the field. After sometime, most have forgotten this and merely call him a bum who stays in Haven, his only friend being Lidia.

(im sorry that i always make an in depth bio but this is a new character ive brewed up fairly on the spot and i have future plans for him.)

oh
it's here already
time to make some art
Edit Placeholder: What do you guys think?

If I'm interpreting your character's background correctly, it seems you're interested in joining up with Kel. The thing is, the kind of story she's meant to tell is one in which the person she's protecting doesn't seem to need or want her protection. For that, he would need to be a loner, a bit reckless, and powerful in his own way.

Not that two people protecting each other isn't sweet, but there's not much conflict to be found in that, and conflict makes stories.

I like your character too. I look forward to roleplaying with you. :)

Name: Warden, Kuthro

Age: 33

Equipment:
-Warden Helm, Armor, leggings, Gloves.
--All modeled after the Fallen Waden.
-Weapon: Replica Warmaster Rocket Hammer. Grim Repeater (Mostly for hurassment of long range). Warden Heavy Cobolt Shield.

Fighting Style: CQC, Heavy hitting with the ability to take and defend most hits. Speed is not thing thing when you can think faster.

Reasons for applying:
-Trying to get more distinguished, personally tired of being in the back. Always guarding.

Description/Background
-With a mind numbing headache and work related stress, the colosal Warden needed a break, sadly he was only able to get time off because of resent insident. Though not his fault the Warden was given time off to rest and get his wits about him other wise it might be his last time off not behind bars. Still with a smile the man went about helping people the best he could, despite towering over most Knights thanks the the fact he was a Warden, by most counts made to be a wall.

-Coming across this event, and with not but a handful of crowns to his name, Kuthro entered wanted some fun. After all, you can only help people for so long before you ready to snap back, and what a way to do so. In a controlled environment. With weapons and armor in hand the Giant strapped his suite on and headed over, not even thinking about the fact he was suppost to be back to work in less then a week.

I want to get off Mr. Sawhero's wild waiting ride.

"This is great." I could literally feel the sarcasm flowing through me after thinking that. I realized that the arena was broadcasted around Haven,but I had no idea that there would be a live audience. I sighed to myself, they were going to make this a spectacle, and with that came all the drama. The only reason I had signed up for this was to get HQ off my back.

The only thing I wanted now was to get this over with. I took a brisk look through the competitors, and saw knights ranging from fresh faced to grizzled veteran. I twirled a nitrome in my hand, this was going to be a long day. As I had just finished mulling things over I heard a shy, soft voice squeak "U-uhm. . . Hello... N-nice to meet you." I looked at the direction where the noise came from. It was from a small knight, she looked like she was in her mid-teens. "I didn't realize that HQ was cradle robbing these days." I thought dryly to myself. "Yeah sure, greet the people that are going to try and kill you in half an hour!" The tone of my voice was as sarcastc as the grin I wore. There were a few snickers from the surrounding crowd, but I also found a few daggers shot my way. I shrugged, i didn't care if I made friends in this vog forsaken place, I had a bigger goal to accomplish.

Dusty steel boots pounded the pavement through the pearly gates. Once through, they paused, and one boot turned back. The other boot considered following. Duty drove them onward; neither turned back again. And well they shouldn't have, for they carried a noble burden that they dared not tarnish with cogitations of cowardice. Thusly they strode with purpose into the ring, whereupon a firm hand, still tender in its youth, laid its grip upon a naked sword that gleamed in the morning light.

Its owner, a young woman whose somber countenance belied her fluttering heart, drove the sword's point into the floor between her feet and folded her hands around the hilt. She gazed upon the warriors beside her, men glowing with the blessings of valor and courage that only the most devoted service to the Order could bestow. Surely there was no greater honor than to stand among them as an equal.

The great doors at the other end of the ring swung open and gave way to a man whose name shone with power and stature. The Aurum, the most powerful man this side of Cradle, was here, standing before them in all his brilliant splendor.

A hush fell over the crowd when he dropped his hands.

"Welcome to the Fourth opening of the Argent Arena!" he began. His booming voice carried across the stadium into the beating hearts of every red-blooded man, woman, and child. "It is with great honor that I present to you the round's candidates." He extended an open palm to them and swept a kiss of glory to them all. Right on cue, the screen suspended over the stadium lit up to display the profiles of the contestants.

"You will have the next thirty minutes to meet your opponents," he continued. "After that, we will begin the fights. The rules will be announced at the beginning of the first fight, but only then, so you had best pay attention that time!" His deliberate jab at the crowd's attention span only seemed to humor them, and the bleachers erupted into roars of laughter.

Kelani allowed the corners of her lips to rise a little. Aurum certainly had style. She turned to face the warrior to her left, a Skolver-clad knight whose fearsome garb surely hid a kindred spirit beneath the mask.

She unfolded one hand and extended it to him in greeting.

@Critzer

A pair of blank sapphire gazes againts the huge screen. A lot of names, ranging from teens to adult, from tier 1 to tier 3, fills it. Sigil draws out his Argent peacemaker– The gun inherted the arena's name afterall –and checks if it's still working. Figuring there is no problem , he turns his head to the left, a lot of knight started to introduce each other in their own way.

Introduction? Is that a must?

His watch grabs a hold of his attention, not even five minutes has passed.

Do i really need to this? We are going to murder each other, i don't see the point to get all freindly.

The knight choose to inspect the arena for a while. The huge wall surrounding them made them look like ants, and thousand of crowds are glaring at them. There is a doorway, but it is not usable as an emergency escape road mid-fight. "So we really are here to consume each other" Sigil mumbles, no one can hear him though, nor notice his mouth movement. His mercurial helm encased his entire face, no one can really see his true identity. The moonstone chapeu is the only thing that makes the crowd able to identify the knight.

I guess i need to this after all, just for respect, not to get all buddy-buddy againts each other

He saw a knight covered in heavy platemail, he seems unburdened by it however. "An ironmight set.. fancy." He whisper to himself again. Sigil grabs his hat and puts it in his chest, then bows to the iron covered knight. "My name is Sigil, see you on the arena" The knight spoke in a soft, yet intimidating tune, making it looks like an invitation to an upcoming storm

Rudgard watched in silence as the Aurum strode into the center of the arena, lifting his hands to the crowd. The cheering pounded and wailed against Rudgards ears, but he ignored the shouts of excitement. As the Aurum lowered his hands, so did the audience with their voices. He took a breath before making his announcement, "Welcome to the fourth opening on the Argent Arena. It is with great honor that I present to you the round's candidates." The introduction was quickly followed by more shouting and excitement of the crowd, and a large screen held over the floor lit up with a live stream, showing all of the challengers. The Aurum left the semicircle they stood on, and returned to the doorway he had come from. He made a final announcement, "You will have the next thirty minutes to meet your opponents. After that, we will begin the fights. The rules will be announced at the beginning if the first fight, but only then, so you had best pay attention at that time."

Rudgard sighed. In the back of his head, he didn't want to do this. He didn't want to hurt another knight, even if not a fatal wound, but he had to. This would be the best way of determining if he could protect people. If a knight went rouge, then he had to be prepared. He rested his Jalovec on his shoulder, as if it were as light as a Flourish. He hadn't planned on talking to any of the other knights until one approached him. A knight wearing feline garb and a feathered chapeau came up to him and took off his hat with a bow. "My name is Sigil, see you in the arena." Rudgard could sense the knights attempted intimidation through his soft voice, but he did not falter because of it. He had seen enough horrific things in the clockworks to not be scared of a simple voice. Rudgard replied with a deep voice and stale tone, "It is nice to meet you. I am Rudgard." He didn't say any more. He had no need to say anymore.

The arena's shouts and cries fell upon Recfens ears. And he loved it. As the Aurum went towards the center the cheering increased. He loved it even more. The Aurum had started to say something, but Recfen didn't care. He was too busy soaking in all the shouting, or remembering the shouting when the crowd was quiet. The only thing Recfen had bothered to hear was the allowance of talking to other competitors for the first 30 minutes. He laughed quietly to himself about how easy this was going to be as he checked his calibur. Not a single crack, and so shiny he could see his own skolver helmet. It was perfect in every way. Truly, a weapon reflective of himself.

After five minutes of the meet and greet the giant screens suspended over the arena hummed then shot to life. Dozens of knights were displayed, all side by side lined up and numbered. Names were at the bottom, along with tier clearance and formal rank.

I quickly walked over to a different area to get a clearer view, along the way I bumped into a knight with a solid cobalt set and another with a skolver set. "Sorry." I said rather bruskly, I quickly walked only a few feet in front of them and began to put names to faces.

There was stiff competiton this year, a lot of big names. I saw a few that had an OCH stamp next to their name, one of them was mine. I twirled the Dark Retribution in my hand. That had been a truely nightmarish operation, and all I had to show for it were these bombs. The casualties had been unbelievable, but it also had reminded me of another tragedy.

I shook my head quickly and dispelled the ghastly memory from my head, it had been five years, five years to get them out of my head, five years to move on with my life, but I knew I couldn't. My face turned deadly serious for a second, but it quickly changed back to a sarcastic half smile. "No use stressing myself out now." I muttered sarcastically. I looked at the clock, 20 minutes to go. I quickly started memorizing more names and putting them to faces in the crowd.

Recfen stepped out of the crowd and out into the center of the field, the shouts of the people pleasuring his ear. He quickly looked over his similarly armored opponent and took a look at his weapons. He bore a final flourish and an aegis. While the flourish would normally outspeed a calibur, Recfens held a Swiftstrike Buckler which would increase the speed of his attacks, putting him at least on par with his opponents speed. One of the greatest advantages Recfen could see he had was that his sword would do more damage to his opponent because of the wide blade, while the toothpick the enemy had would do minor damage to him. Earnest would be able to get more hits in from his hard to block attacks, but Recfen would hit harder.

This is going to be good, thought Recfen.

(OOC: Blech.
Question: How does scoping out your opponent work if you can't see much more than one of their weapons?
For example, my Straightsword is the only apparent thing that's obvious.
Second, Bishop has Red eyes. That's not human- The closest thing is the face masks that go over a person's head.
Third, What Gatling Gun?
Fourth, How do you tell that I have metal skin? It's covered up very well by the fake skin that is the face and neck, as well as a hoodie and skirt.
The legs are very obviously metal, No fake skin or extra layers of armor- But who's to say they're not prosthetics?
Fifth- Knockback. Bishop takes a strike to the arm; what happens? Does she move back in response to the pain, or keep doggedly fighting offensively?
My guess is that all the inhuman things are stuff that is revealed mid-combat to others, not something that you observe before a fight.
Question is, What are the limits? Does Bishop feel pain? How much ammo can the contestants carry? How often do guns jam?

Apologies for the many questions, but these need to be answered for reference.)

"See you on the feild then rugard.." Sigil grabs his hat, equiping it back in his head. The first battle has started, one of the knight is bulky, and is covered in skolver's fur, just like his opponent, who seems to be a veteran knight, using a weapon very simmiliar to himself.

"This is going to be a good fight" He walks slowly to the exit, a smile could be seen under the slimy helm. Sigil makes his way out of the arena. The knight took a seat in the waiting room, his hand reaching for the black flourish in his waist. The sword gleams in red, even if its an inanimate object, many has said that the soul of the beast still live within. "The fang of snarbolax, right under my arm..." He unsheated the weapon, and stabs the air for a test. After some more testing, he gazed at the monitor, showing both contestant in the arena.

So it is earnest and refcen for the first round

He puts one leg on top of the other, his arm crossed, and his eye fixed upon the monitor.

Here's an unnecessarily detailed app thingy!
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Name: Hikari Nobunaga (codename: Athena)

Age: 19

Armor: Nameless set, with Divine Veil and Skolver Coat as her costume

Weapons: Rather than use a shield, Hikari dual wields a Sentenza and Gilded Griffin for short range combat. She has two rifles to choose from; the 50-caliber V-5 Falcon, and her lightweight hunting rifle, Warhawk. Given the rather small size of the arena, Hikari prefers to use Warhawk when fighting. It weighs her down slightly, but not much, and deals piercing damage. (if there will be any large scale arenas, then she’ll use the Falcon. She’d also pull it out against one of those monster bosses.) Note that the Warhawk is a sniper rifle, and so doesn’t allow for much mobility when being carried. It’s basically just a rifle version of the Antigua. She also has a bandolier of five Nitronomes that she sometimes uses to flush out her enemies or to take them out as a trap. In addition to these, Hikari also has a 5-inch knife that is useful as a silent killer or last resort.

Fighting Style: Hikari prefers to pick her opponents off from a distance, and tends to use hit-and-run tactics. To date, she has only missed a single shot with a sniper rifle, so the best option to survive against her is to engage in close quarters combat. Hikari, though she comes across as rude and insensitive, is a team player, able to work well with others.

Reasons for applying: It’s a matter of pride- Hikari wants to prove herself. She also takes a sadistic joy in watching others suffer, though she doesn’t even realize it herself.

Description:Though she may not be as beautiful as some other girls, Hikari is very attractive. She sports long, messy hair that reaches down to her elbows. It's color can be described as chestnut, with an occasional streak of a darker, oak shade. There are many split ends, and while its appearance may lead one to believe it is coarse and rough, it's actually softer than a Wolver's coat. Normally, Hikari lets it hang loose, but when her hood is down or she’s focusing on a shot, she ties it up in a ponytail so her bangs don’t cover her eyes. Her eyes are almond shaped orbs that sparkle sea blue, giving an almost ethereal look about them. Hikari has a fit, slim figure and slight callouses on her index finger from pulling the trigger so many times. She stands at 5'7 and sports a long, horizontal scar along her stomach. Hikari has black-rimmed spectacles which neatly frame her eyes, and a light sprinkle of freckles accentuates her features, making her cerulean eyes seem even more startling. Her eyebrows are almost constantly furrowed in concentration, and while some call her eyes mesmerizing, many are startled by the harsh, calculating look evident in them, almost as if she would gladly dissect her own comrades just to learn a thing or two. (Hehe, she wouldn't. Or would she?)

Personality: Hikari is rather rude at times, without even trying to be. She suffers from mild Asperger’s syndrome and prefers to calls things as she sees them, so you can expect her to be honest and impartial. She analyzes things more closely than most people, and will not hesitate to call her superiors fools for making bad decisions. In the heat of battle, Hikari is brutal and merciless, shooting even Wolver pups in cold blood. Nobody really sees it, but she is shy deep down and simply uses her intelligence as a facade to hide the extremely socially awkward girl underneath. She desires to have friends, but doesn’t know how to make them.

Bio: Hikari’s father was an outlaw who defected to the Gremlins, and her mother was a scientist. Being raised solely by her mother, Hikari had a rather bleak childhood. She never spent time with her sole parent, since the latter was always in her lab, deep in study. She was always expected to do well in school, and so followed her mother’s lead, doing nothing but reading on most days. As a result of this, she utterly lacks social skills and has no true friends, though she desperately wants them. At the age of 17, Hikari joined the Spiral Order under the false name of Athena, and quickly discovered that she was incredibly gifted with guns. She was less than stellar when it came to swordplay and almost blew herself up during bomb training, but was the first and only recruit to ace the marksmanship test: with a standard issue Blaster, no less.

The knight started when Kel offered him her hand. Once he saw that she bore him no ill will, he reached out his hand to hers. "Hello, my name is Earnest. What might yours be ma'am?" he said.

With no helmet on, her hand wasn't the only feminine feature. Standing at about 5'10", her hazel eyes leveled with his and studied him. She took his hand in a small but firm grip and shook it.

"Kelani."

She brushed away a strand of her golden brown hair from her face. He called her "ma'am!" So often was she called "you" or "you there" that formalities seemed foreign to her. Kelani looked away, unable to think of anything to say in reply.

At that moment, the Aurum stepped forward and cleared his throat. "All right. The first fight will be Recfen versus Earnest. Please, both of you step to the middle of the Arena, and we will begin." Earnest sighed and let go of her hand. Kel almost didn't want to let go. As he moved away to the center of the ring, Kel glanced around for his opponent.

Oh.
My.
Gosh.

It was him. It had to be him. There was no one else it could be. The confidence in his stride, the proud tallies on his shield, the perfect polish on his sword, all hallmarks of the one who brought her to safety from the Crash so long ago. Recfen, they said his name was? She'd have to remember that. Her eyes widened as she studied him.

This was a fight she had to watch.

Everyone's gotta start somewhere, and we can't always expect newcomers to write spectacularly well, but I, for one, would appreciate more effort on your part. Calling your own posts "crappy" just seems like you giving yourself an excuse not to try any harder. We're writing a story here; a little quality goes a loooong way. Don't settle for crappy.

I looked left, and right.
Everyone was going to their places, to watch the first fight.
I went, and sat in a seat.
It was time to begin, to process the data analyzed from the fight.
But, I had to be careful I didn't get so absorbed that I enjoyed watching to people beat eachother senseless. . .

I only cheer for the people I know.
While I waited for the fight to start, I leaned back, closed my eyes, and started to listen to my playlist.