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I'm Pollen, hope you're not allergic. I like writing a myriad of characters in all kinds of genres, so I'm pretty much down for anything roleplay-wise.

Come talk with me if you want! I'm friendly.

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I have like. One guy so like. Yeah.


Though I'm not particularly inclined to bring in people from other sites, I'd be willing to join a group if one needs more members.
NO MY HUBRIS, I MIGHT HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT A PEACEFUL END!!! THIS IS THE WORST OUTCOME!!!


*throws away popcorn* god dammit LeeRoy!
Sounds interesting LeeRoy, I'd have to give it a miss though. Once I'm done with the tournament one way or another I'm outta here. Whatever creativity I have is definitely dried up by now.


Well darn... will this be a permanent absence, or are you just taking a break for a while?

I am new to the arena and have tried making two characters following some examples I have found.

But I see people talking about power levels and tiers and do not understand them.


Power levels are basically measures of how strong your character is. We use them to help make even matchups, so that both characters in a fight have a chance of beating the other. They're divided more or less like this:

Unpowered (tier 1-2): Human characters with few or no special abilities, other than being extremely skilled. Weapons and armor are generally ancient technology, stuff like swords and plate mail.

Low Powered (tier 2-3): Characters with a few special abilities (like super-strength or a couple of spells), not enough to be monstrously powerful but enough that they could easily beat a modern soldier. More advanced weaponry such as guns are sometimes allowed at this tier (though it really depends what kind of fight you want to have).

Mild or Mid Powered (tier 4-6): Characters with an arsenal of different powers they can use to be a serious threat in battle. This is the level where you get stuff like lasers, throwing cars, fire manipulation, etc. Most powers are allowed here, but they shouldn't be so strong that one could do stuff like blow up cities with them (so no nuke launchers, time manipulation, or anything Dragon Ball Z level). Some Mild-powered characters are stronger than others, so we use tiers to measure whether they're closer to Low Powered or High Powered.

High Powered (tier 7 and above): Characters with insanely strong abilities, capable of wiping out cities, countries, or even planets with a single move. This is where you see powers like black holes and time control being thrown around. Fights at this level are pretty rare, however, and tend not to be competitive when they are held (simply because things get really hard to judge when you're throwing planets at each other.

The system is honestly pretty vague, so don't worry if you don't grasp it exactly. So long as you have a general idea of how strong your character is and what kind of fight you want to use them in, you should be fine.
If I may interject:

youtube.com/watch?v=sH_6iFYiryY
Serious issue here 'The Black Mountain's Burden: having arrived at the Black Mountain for his first time, Gigue has yet to accommodate himself to its foreign energies, and as result, the Aura of Hyperarmor is malfunctioning, appearing as a solid, inflexible carapace which renders him immobile while it is active.'

Either that shield should not be able to activate while in mid-air, your character should lose all momentum mid-jump and fall in the stream, or your character should be unable to prepare for his fall due to his muscles seizing up and splat onto his face.


As @Vordak said, the armor moves with Gigue. If it acts as a 'carapace,' then you can think of it like a crab's shell, in that is effectively something coating his body, while also restraining it. Gigue himself wouldn't be able to move within it while it was active, but it wouldn't cancel out his momentum either. There's also no reason it shouldn't be able to activate in midair.

That said, however, a jump does require some minor movement of the legs to land stably (it's instinctive, but still there), especially on muddy terrain like this. The time spent in the air wouldn't be particularly long, and given that Gigue activated the armor while already airborne, he likely wouldn't have time to instinctively re-position his feet after it deactivated. While landing on his face would be a bit of an exaggeration, he would certainly stumble and possibly trip up upon landing.

If Vordak wants to edit and has stated the nature of his edit OOC, then I'm fine with that, so long as @MelonHead has no objection to the revisions proposed.
-The wheel of fate is turning....


Rebel 3! Action!
And Gutter is the first one to the hanger.


Cass claims second place!

Now, who will step up and take that bronze medal?
Moving fast and staying ahead of the others, Cassandra darted into her room, carefully shutting and locking the door behind her.

As soon as it was closed, cutting her off from the outside world, she breathed out, a long exhalation of relief that drew out all of her nervous energy, leaving her body truly limp and still. Finally. That meeting had taken a toll on her nerves, and it was only now that she was finally able to relax, breathe a little, and take a moment to actually think.

She stayed like that for about a minute, as her mind whirled through plans and judgements and analyses, before slowly rising to her feet and stretching a little. A quick search of the room revealed some fairly simple furniture, and what appeared to be her uniform. One piece was a light grey unitard that would cover everything from her ankles to the top of her neck, hugging tight against her skin. Cass shuddered at the thought. She'd look like a skeleton in that thing... although based on what she could see of the structure of the material, it was damn tough. Besides, her gangly appearance would be mostly covered up by the other main part of the suit, a large black coat with deep pockets, large enough for her to hide in if she needed to. The set was completed with a dark visor that looked and felt like plastic, which fit uncomfortably over her glasses, and a simple pair of stiff, dark shoes. The team's logo was on everything, although thankfully not too large or obvious.

With nobody else around, she decided to try it on. It was only when she put on the unitard that she felt the thin wire running through it, and noticed the tiny earbud hanging out the collar. Slotting it neatly into place behind her ear, she donned the coat, the shoes, and the visor, before finally checking herself out in the mirror.

She winced. Shit, I look like a penguin. Perhaps it was a bit of an exaggeration, but swaddled in the large coat, with her pale face poking out the top, she did make for a rather comical sight.

Unfortunately, before she got a chance to change out of it, her peace and quiet was shattered by a loud blaring, and a sudden, repeated demand to gather in the hangar. Groaning to herself, she complied, peeking out of her door before briskly stepping out into the hallway, and heading to where she knew the place was located.

As she walked, Cass fiddled with her ear-bud, bringing up a holographic display onto her visor and opening communications. Useful tools, but also slightly unnerving. Were these really meant to help them, or would their employer be monitoring everything they said and did? Either way, she decided it would be best to see whether the system actually worked and turned communications on, listening for any sound of others using it. After a moment of silence, she decided to speak out herself. "Hello? Anyone else using this yet?" Her voice remained quiet and quavering, but would hopefully reach any of the other who'd gotten themselves hooked up.

While she was doing this, she almost unconsciously found her way to the hangar, stepping in to find it utterly empty. Was everyone else really that slow? With an annoyed sigh, she let her head drop, only to see the rat-person who had been there the whole time. The sudden realization elicited a terrified squeak from her as she flinched back away from him, instinctively cowering before she realized what she'd done, at which point her cheeks went red again. "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't, didn't, uh, realize you were here." She tried to laugh, to lighten up the situation, but it came out more like a gasping croak, which had the exact opposite effect. Damn it! She couldn't even get along with the rat.

Her eyes fell to the ground, and stayed fixed upon the concrete as she stepped close to the wall, pressing herself against it and hoping that nobody else would notice her.
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My only question is do I need to continue posting or what since Gonad won?


That's your choice. Since a victor has been determined, you don't need to post anything else if you're satisfied with the thread as is. However, if you want to continue writing in this thread, then I won't mind.
IIRC I didn't say death was an absolute necessity... only one fighter being unable to pass. So if Trixi was crippled, restrained, or simply forced to turn back, then Gonad could probably go on.
Or vice versa.

Not exactly sure what you guys are planning here...
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