Veni Vidi Vici

[A Man Is No One]

Greetings Travelers,

It has been quite some time since I have taken up a worthwhile collaborative writing project. I am looking for something to take the rust off these old bones. I'm not looking for anything too completed and I do not expect the 388 to be explicitly used (if it happens to be customary). However, all I need from you is an opposing character. Essentially, I'd like this to focus entirely on melee style combat. Imagine a gladiatorial fight in the Colosseum but with more of a slight fantasy aspect which is to say race may abscond from the typical human component or minor magical components may be acceptable. I don't expect book work, but a few paragraphs as necessary would be appropriate. If interested please speak up. No character sheet required as I only expect basic characters.

As always comments, criticisms, and questions are welcome.

[Doc Doctor]

If you want me to make any changes, just ask!

Zande Khanda

Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 31
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapons and Equipment- Two three kilo bearded sparth axes with snap button sheathes for fast access, skinning knife, blowgun and darts with inland taipan venom, teeny little leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, steel chestplate and spiked pauldrons, steel shinguards, underclothing made from dragonhide (like an extremely tough form of chainmail with no gaps), trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, black steel mask, "bracelet of inoculation" (runescape.wikia.com/wiki/Inoculation_b..), fingerless iron gauntlets, combat/berserker potions.


(The axe "Jancro", slang for Vulture in Jamaican)


(The axe "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth. He often wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is not often seen without his rubber padded, steel clawed boots and black steel tribal mask. Zande's cape, however, is by far his most recognizable feature. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon the ratty cloak, surmising the headhunter's affinity for bones and death.

Physical Abilities/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can wrestle and subdue wild beasts with just his bare hands and overpower a stronger opponent through pure tenacity. These traits greatly pale in comparison to his incredible biting and striking power. He can and has killed men with a single punch, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, being capable of chomping clean through an unhusked coconut with a single bite. The magnitude is most impressive near the back of his molars, where he can leverage out enough brute force to rival the PSI of a dire wolf. Equally impressive is Zande's great speed and agility, which his lean body is practically built for. He can scurry up and down trees in the blink of an eye and move with a silent swiftness that puts to shame his native brethren. He can amplify the potency of his physical capabilities by consuming a special potion, which grants him animalistic power at the cost of sanity and health (I.E, internal bleeding).

Background~ In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo secrets beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land.


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

[A Man Is No One]

I appreciate your swift response. I do not see anything that I would quibble over changing. I will make an attempt to throw a quick character sheet together tonight for your enjoyment before getting an initial post up as well which most likely will pop up tomorrow as it is Christmas in the states.

[A Man Is No One]

If this character is not fleshed out enough for your liking please feel free to ask for elaboration.

Artist Rendition of Sir Zachary Trotsky

Meet Sir Zachary Trotsky, first class member of the Royal Melekurian Knighthood. His garb is the traditional collection maintained by all first class members. A suit of full plate mail and a large iron cast scutum decorated with the Melekurian royal crest. He is armed with a Melekurian Broadblade designed pierce armor with every slashing attack and rend it free from the bonds that cling to its owner. Becoming a first class member is no easy task. Sir Zachary has spent many years training with comrades and fighting terrible foes on the battlefield to protect the Monarchy. After more than a decade Zachary ascended to first class receiving the title of "Sir", and his choice o blessing from her majesty. Elyrra, the Queen of Melekure and a most powerful magician has granted the knight with a blessing of resounding resilience making him a most formidable foe knowing nothing of fatigue. An feat while amazing is equally dangerous as his zeal will not waiver until he is dead. However, formal training and the experience of battle against both man and beast are his most domineering qualities.

As always any concerns, criticisms, or questions are welcome.