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So I'm assuming I get my Strength gets cut in half or something?
Alexander laughed, watching Ken Jian closely. He didn't actually care for what he was saying, he just wanted his beer faster. Alexander nodded, as he listened, trying to make it look as if he were paying attention. "Yeah" he said, in response to Ken Jian's reminiscence to his old training tactics, knowing for a fact that training back in Alexander's own home city weren't even that intensive. Of course, many of his fellow soldiers died while on guard. It was a good thing that Alexander wasn't one of them.
"We should go check it out" Alexander suggested. He wasn't actually interested in solving the problem, but he was ready if that meant free alcohol.
"We should go check it out" Alexander suggested. He wasn't actually interested in solving the problem, but he was ready if that meant free alcohol.
The old man crossed his arms and waited for Saya to leave. Then, Alexander left himself, after he made it clear that he wasn't following. His arms seemed tense as he waved goodbye to the others. It was a good thing that he wasn't a guardian anymore, and so he didn't feel the need to attend the meeting. However, if things were escalating like he calculated they would... then it'd be a much better act of judgement to simply stay in his tree and wait out the fight. After all, Alexander expected he'd have died of old age anyways.
"Death in battle wouldn't be worth it; not for these people." Alexander thought to himself. Alexander went over to the village, passing out poetry to people, sometimes given small scraps of food, usually fruit or eggs. Sometimes, he'd also be donated ink or paper for more. It was a subsistence living, but he was sure that the rest of the village had it several leagues worse.
Then, as he checked the position of the sun, Alexander knew it was that time again. He went to locate the old brothers. It was beer time.
"And you know what's better than swords? More swords!" Alexander joked, walking in as Ken Jian began speaking.
"Death in battle wouldn't be worth it; not for these people." Alexander thought to himself. Alexander went over to the village, passing out poetry to people, sometimes given small scraps of food, usually fruit or eggs. Sometimes, he'd also be donated ink or paper for more. It was a subsistence living, but he was sure that the rest of the village had it several leagues worse.
Then, as he checked the position of the sun, Alexander knew it was that time again. He went to locate the old brothers. It was beer time.
"And you know what's better than swords? More swords!" Alexander joked, walking in as Ken Jian began speaking.
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Unbecoming of him, Zharkov relaxed, thinking it was all over, and he'd be the victor. Then his eyes widened, as he noticed the elephant-slave's hands coming down. Zharkov couldn't react fast enough before the blow knocked him back down over the head, taking the Pravadovan out cold. "...ahhh mlya" were the last things Zharkov could utter before falling to the ground, Shah-Nahul over him, leaving Akira as the victor.
Jersey boy crossed his arms and nodded his head. It was the first time he was ever on a team. Back on Junkion, he associated with others, but didn't feel like he stuck out enough or really received too much individual attention. "Sounds cool homie" Jersey Boy answered. "Where can I start? Also, where do I get myself one of those?" He pointed to the Autobot insignia on Gage's metallic body.
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Zharkov continued to struggle. He rolled around a few more times before noticing the foolish samurai warrior come at him again. Zharkov then had an idea. He rolled over, and as Akira approached with the expected attack, Zharkov turned around so that Shah-Nahul's back was in between Zharkov and Akira's fist. Zharkov. Zharkov grunted in response to Shah-Nahul's statement, attempting to gain leverage to keep his opponent from escaping.
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The chef groaned and grunted on the floor. He put one hand down against the ground and attempted to push himself up. The chef looked up, and his eyes widened. As soon his his face came up, it was right in the path of Gabriel's fist. "Oh n-" was all he could say before the punch landed square over his teeth. The chef cried out in pain as he was knocked out on the ground, a tooth flying from his mouth over to Gabriel's feet.
Nearby, some people were cheering, others sighing and looking disappointing, mostly at their lost money. The chef was defeated. The barmaid ran to Gabriel and bent over, giving the halfling a hug. She whispered to Gabriel. "Drinks on me" she pat him in the back.
Nearby, some people were cheering, others sighing and looking disappointing, mostly at their lost money. The chef was defeated. The barmaid ran to Gabriel and bent over, giving the halfling a hug. She whispered to Gabriel. "Drinks on me" she pat him in the back.
Name Raistlin Famire, claims his name is spelled as "Wrasslin" and insists it be pronounced that way.
Sex Most masculine elf you'll ever meet
Race Elf
Health: 40
Endurance: 120
Appearance At 5'8", Wrasslin is the average height for an elf. He has fair, white skin; deep, blue eyes; and long, braided blonde hair. While most elves are skinny and lack muscle, Wrasslin's body is in fact quite bulky and vascular, loaded with muscle. Wrasslin wears a brown pair of elvish pants, torn at the knees to show off his powerful calves. He wears no top, allowing the world see his rippling muscle, impressive chest, and magnificent six pack abs.
Personality Showy and strong, Wrasslin likes to show off. He constantly brags about his tremendous musculature, showing it through sometimes meaningless feats of strength. A self-hating elf, Wrasslin goes about telling others about how unelf-like he actually is, making it a thing he actually brags about. He also often goes on about fighting spirit and mortal strength of will. Wrasslin is known for his hot blood.
Gear His FISTS
Misc WRASSLIN
Abilities
Combat Skill, Martial Arts (Wrestle) - 4
Strength - 4
Quick - 4
Willpower - 3
Life Support - 1
Perceptive - 1
Passion (Fighting) - 4
Vitality - 4
Power Move - 4
Weaknesses
Arrogant - 2
Compulsion (Showing Off) - 1
Nosebleeder - 1
Background: Wrasslin was an elf who always wished for something more, something greater than he was. As a child, he was trained strictly in the ways of the elf. Before he could finish his training, however, Wrasslin was fed up with all his tutors had done with him. He left his home behind, and sought new horizons. However, with no help and only the few survival skills the elders had taught him, Wrasslin nearly starved outside the Elvish camp. He was soon found by a human man living in the woods. The man nurtured Wrasslin back to health and asked him of his home. When Wrasslin refused, the human offered to teach Wrasslin human martial arts, keeping him away from the elves so long as Wrasslin fought in the human's name. Wrasslin trained in the art of wrestling under the human, and even became talented in its art. However, before he could fill his end of the bargain, the human was killed by a mysterious assassin. Wrasslin packed up in hopes of finding his master's killer, and avenge his master.
Sex Most masculine elf you'll ever meet
Race Elf
Health: 40
Endurance: 120
Appearance At 5'8", Wrasslin is the average height for an elf. He has fair, white skin; deep, blue eyes; and long, braided blonde hair. While most elves are skinny and lack muscle, Wrasslin's body is in fact quite bulky and vascular, loaded with muscle. Wrasslin wears a brown pair of elvish pants, torn at the knees to show off his powerful calves. He wears no top, allowing the world see his rippling muscle, impressive chest, and magnificent six pack abs.
Personality Showy and strong, Wrasslin likes to show off. He constantly brags about his tremendous musculature, showing it through sometimes meaningless feats of strength. A self-hating elf, Wrasslin goes about telling others about how unelf-like he actually is, making it a thing he actually brags about. He also often goes on about fighting spirit and mortal strength of will. Wrasslin is known for his hot blood.
Gear His FISTS
Misc WRASSLIN
Abilities
Combat Skill, Martial Arts (Wrestle) - 4
Strength - 4
Quick - 4
Willpower - 3
Life Support - 1
Perceptive - 1
Passion (Fighting) - 4
Vitality - 4
Power Move - 4
Glowing Sun Triumphing over Darkness (Empty Hands, Extra Damage x2, Entangle, Extra Knock back) costs 35
Vengeful Might of a Thousand Roaring Souls (Entangle, Empty Hands, Rapid Strikes, Extra Accuracy x3 costs 40
New Hope for the Future, Evil's Fate is Sealed (Empty Hands, Entangle, Extra Accuracy x2, Extra Damage x2) Costs 25
Vengeful Might of a Thousand Roaring Souls (Entangle, Empty Hands, Rapid Strikes, Extra Accuracy x3 costs 40
New Hope for the Future, Evil's Fate is Sealed (Empty Hands, Entangle, Extra Accuracy x2, Extra Damage x2) Costs 25
Weaknesses
Arrogant - 2
Compulsion (Showing Off) - 1
Nosebleeder - 1
Background: Wrasslin was an elf who always wished for something more, something greater than he was. As a child, he was trained strictly in the ways of the elf. Before he could finish his training, however, Wrasslin was fed up with all his tutors had done with him. He left his home behind, and sought new horizons. However, with no help and only the few survival skills the elders had taught him, Wrasslin nearly starved outside the Elvish camp. He was soon found by a human man living in the woods. The man nurtured Wrasslin back to health and asked him of his home. When Wrasslin refused, the human offered to teach Wrasslin human martial arts, keeping him away from the elves so long as Wrasslin fought in the human's name. Wrasslin trained in the art of wrestling under the human, and even became talented in its art. However, before he could fill his end of the bargain, the human was killed by a mysterious assassin. Wrasslin packed up in hopes of finding his master's killer, and avenge his master.
Not sure what T1 is, but if you show me a link or explain what you mean, I'm open. Shoot me your ideas and I'd gladly show you a character as well.
Alexander was approaching the village, when he heard somebody shouting "There! There's our target!" An old man, Alexander looked behind him to see if he noticed something, looked around, then looked back. He made a double take, then continued forward. Alexander had protected the village for roughly half a decade, starting from the moment he entered the village. By then, he was already old. It didn't take much longer before Alexander's bones to start cracking, leaving him to have to quit being a guardian all together- though not the sole reason. He was still more or less capable of fighting, after all.
"What's going on?" the old man asked in a nonchalant manner. He looked up, then glared at Tetsuo. He had a bit of a bone to pick with the guy. In fact, it was thanks to one of Tetsuo's stuffed peppers that made it so that Alexander had to run to the restroom every five minutes the other night- a whole four minutes less than usual. But he didn't say anything.
"What's going on?" the old man asked in a nonchalant manner. He looked up, then glared at Tetsuo. He had a bit of a bone to pick with the guy. In fact, it was thanks to one of Tetsuo's stuffed peppers that made it so that Alexander had to run to the restroom every five minutes the other night- a whole four minutes less than usual. But he didn't say anything.
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