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Humans are strange.
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I am Ki.

I am a man of peace. I do not like to fight.

I am a forgiving man. I do not like to be cruel.

But I am human, and to err is my nature.


I enjoy many forms of roleplay, but I'm not looking for romance or sexual interactions of any kind, regardless of story development. I am open, for the most part, but due to my recently-developing carpal tunnel, my post time may be delayed. Aside from that, I am PM-friendly, and I would like to meet people.

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I am forfeiting the match.
OOC: Writing posts while sick sucks.


Re wasn't stupid, albeit he was a stoner. He would not just sit in a cloud of dust, especially when he saw that his medium-ranged weapon-wielding opponent leaped out of the cloud. And Re did as well, brandishing his blades.

The blades earned a powerful ergokinetic padding on them as he leaped, his incredibly strong leg muscles letting him leap high into the air. But as he cleared the cloud, Re found that his back was pierced by the incredibly-fast spear, but luckily the tri-pronged spear's strike only caught him between the femur and beginning of the ribcage, which was mainly 'flesh'. Re's outer layer of flesh was reinforced due to his Atronachson inheritance, allowing the tri-pronged spear to only pierce through a very rough half (65-70%) of its targeted depth, in spite of the vast velocity and force.

Re had been shot and stabbed many times in his life- the reason why his body didn't bleed out or generally just die from the rupturing of internal organs was due to the fact that he didn't have any. The inside of his body was composed of an ergokinetic system which allowed him to feel pain and process thought like a human (without a brain, mind you), without the need of the other organs and bodily kwirks to function physically or mentally.

But that didn't mean that the fucking spear wouldn't have hurt like a SON OF A BITCH though. Which it did.

A fucking lot.


"FUCK!" Re hissed, using the pain and turning it into anger, biting down on his teeth. The anger fueled his next action's swiftness- despite being stabbed and pushed downward.

Twirling in midair and narrowly avoiding the last of the spear's strikes, Re landed on the ground, wincing from his backside being pierced. Immediately before he landed, Re cocked his legs, which led into him leaping forward toward the now-falling Sky (this was all happening very, very fast).

With hardly any warning, Re's hands let go of the swords (they stayed near him due to the chains), and flashed outward in an arc toward Sky, which would look strange given the fact that nothing really happened for a split, split second.

But as soon as Re's hands flashed outward fully, a powerful arced shockwave of energy was sent barreling toward Sky. Despite his supernatural awareness and heightened reaction time, it would have been incredibly hard to maneuver (especially in midair) out of its way, as the blast was quite wide and well, arced. That and the energy merely 'flashed', it wasn't built-up like a more gradual attack. Think of an explosion. It was unstable yet concentrated, raw power.

Whether or not the blast struck Sky (which would send him flying back or crashing into the ground with enough force to topple over a car), Re would reach the apex of his own jump and focus entirely on Sky's position. The dust would also be cleared due to the blast. The padding on Re's blades would aid in what happened next, were there to be a physical interference, because the heat they gave off was incredibly intense, enough to likely superheat or even melt Sky's spear lest it were enchanted against such.

Pulling against the breeze, Re spun quickly in midair, brandishing his blades yet again mid-spin and letting them go with directed power. The blades would, with a fast, whiplike sound, lash out/downward toward Sky at a violent speed, packing a lot of force due to their weight. The chains which looked taut and short were extended to great lengths from Re's arms, letting it be known to Sky that he could attack from both a range and in short distance.

One strike was aimed for his upper body, and the other was aimed for his lower body. But the blades themselves would be lashed out far enough to be behind Sky, not directly beside him. He'd be hit by the chains before the blades- but the energy that Re packed into the blades was also in the chains.

I swear to God if I have to go to the FUCKING chiropractor because of that motherfucking spear...
Spikyspikyspikyspikyspikyspiky...


Sky's movements were incredibly well-paced and practiced, but Re's reaction time was far superior. That spear was deadly, but at this point, all Re cared about was his car. He didn't want that beautiful beast getting fucked up- and as soon as the first prod was attempted, Re slid back with unnatural grace, never truly breaking his stance. The tip of the tapered spear was inches away from Re's chest, and then Sky pulled it back.

Re didn't seem very concerned. He was borderline nonchalant, but he was focused. Probably due to him being high. The second jab was aimed for Re's left hip, which was guarded by the flat of his second shortsword. Re suddenly pivoted inward towards Sky, lifting his right leg up to waist level as though he was going to kick Sky- which he could, given how fucking tall the bastard was. As the spear came for Re's hip, the sword's blade clashed with the bronze-colored tip of the spear. And suddenly, after what would feel like a bare fraction of a second, Re's now-charged leg smashed down into a fast stomp to the ground with insane amounts of force, likened to a stick of dynamite going off between the two. This was the Ultra Stomp ability.

The stomp would rip up the pavement and create a large crater, about ten meters in diameter. But, it wouldn't actually harm Sky unless his skin was unguarded- and eyes, due to the dust and kicked-up pavement. There was a large cloud of dust- it would be hard to see through, and due to the sudden upheaval of ground, Sky would most likely stumble a little bit.

And no, the car was fine, just on the outside of the crater. The two men would be about four to five feet apart (due to the spear) at the center. Re wasn't quite so shaken as Sky might have been, due to using the move frequently and knowing how to deal with the sudden shock. His stance remained, but he shifed a few steps to the right, waiting for the dust to clear and keeping close note of any sounds.

STOMPYSTOMPYSTOMPYSTOMPYSTOMPYSTOMPY!!!
A challenger approaches. And I'm a bit irritable. Mint.


Re had just loaded up another bowl of kush- after all, what ungodly-sized bowl would support the whole of a gram? -and that was when he heard Sky's voice. The grass rustling, the foreign accent- something was awry, or about to go awry. Spending time out in the country, stealing apples and getting high in fields tends to just up your sense of hearing.

But, Re disregarded it for the most part, dismissing it as some poor fucker who got lost. And so he lit up the bowl, successfully this time. Smoke filled the chamber, and Re inhaled the T.H.C. heaven, putting down half of it before he had to come up for a breath. And that was when he saw Sky come into view, the shock of his form making him cough out the smoke.

Sky was about to speak, and Re let him, but he put up the good 'ol 'gimme a second' sign as he took another very fast toke, downing the rest of the bowl in one fell swoop. Re set the bong down on the crevice between the Mustang's hood and windshield, leveling his eyes on Sky's form- especially that spear. There was indeed something off about Sky, and while Re didn't necessarily have any form of supernatural sensory ability, he could feel that there was a raise in the immediate area's energy. Maybe it was just him getting high, but he felt something.

Re released the smoke into the air as he spoke, "Fight? Jeeesus buddy, take me out to dinner first, why don't you?" Re snickered, quickly sliding off of the car's hood, and placing his right foot on the bumper. With borderline superhuman strength Re shoved the car (which was in park) back a few dozen feet, ripping up the ground as his right foot slid back, Re's hands resting on the chain-bearing handles of his shortswords. Re was seven inches above six feet tall, making him tower over Sky, who was eight inches above five feet tall. "Since y'insist on being polite, I'm Re." Re(pronounced 'Ray')'s voice was rather Canadian and lighthearted. Didn't fit with his appearance at all, but hey, it was what it was.

And so, Re swiftly drew his blades, and took a short leap back to put some distance between him and Sky, his stance remaining the same- right foot behind, left ahead, knees bent slightly. His midsection was guarded by the right-handed blade. The other blade was held in a reversed grip by his left hand, guarding his left leg. The entirety of his stance was rather lax, but it was also firm. He obviously practiced some form of martial art involving swords, frequently too. Likely fencing or Jeet Kune Do by the looks of it.

The blades of the weapons were approximately twenty inches long each, double-edged and straight. The metal seemed to 'shimmer' more than even highly-polished steel, almost like silver. The blades were very thick for swords, almost like they were made as replicas- the metal was almost half of an inch thick, which meant that they must have been very heavy to wield. There were slightly-thick chains of the same material latched into the bottom of the metallic handle as well, and they seemed to flow tautly up into Re's sweater's arms. From what it would likely appear, the chains were merely there to secure Re's weapons to his body.

"Whenever you're ready, man!"

Testin' the waters, ticklin' the surface.
Posted!
I'm interested, here's my character sheet.


DISCLAIMER


I try to write as clearly and concisely as I can. I'm not saying I expect the same from my battle-partners, but I will try my hardest to make you understand the actions in my posts in a non-meta way, so you don't need to ask too many questions (which, if there are any, I will answer with gusto!). I write simply nowadays, for the most part due to my carpal tunnel. But I will still deliver solid, simple and hopefully-entertaining posts. That's my guarantee! If you don't have fun, there's no point to do what you're doing.


While I do use a lot of numerical references, it's merely how I visualize things. That and it's easier to imagine the effects when you have a solid reference. If you have the nerve to abuse that convenience when actually battling me by turning a hopefully-decent match into a 'who-has-the-bigger-dick' contest, I'll be absolutely livid.


Basics


Name: Re Telvonos.

Species: Physical Energy Atronachson (Half Physical Power & Energy Elemental, half Human).

Gender: Male.

Age: Unkown, stopped aging at 22.

Height: 6'7", 201cm/2.01m.

Weight / Build: 214lbs (97kg) / Athletic (Muscular).

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Active Abilities (Powers)

Why does this shit always happen to me!?


It was the crack of eve; the persimmon and pink skies above a gentle farmland skyline giving off the last of the daily summer breeze. On the ground, there was a large apple orchard, with many'a rolling hills and the occasional ladder against a tree here and there. The apples were perfectly in bloom and ripe for the picking- honeycrisp, macintosh, really the best kinds of apples.

But fuck the apples, nobody cares about them. What we should be caring about is the fact that Re's car just broke down in the middle of a road that ran through an apple orchard. He was going to head for a city, but wasn't paying attention to his gas. Not that he couldn't have carried the car to the nearest service station, but y'know, that ran the risk of damaging the damn thing!

And who would want to damage an oldschool, cobalt blue and white striped '68 Mustang? An asshole, that's who. Re was standing in front of the popped hood, checking the oil, dipstick in-hand. "For fuck sake..." Re lividly hissed. There was practically no oil in the engine, so he had to fix that. After he did that really quick, Re found that he had a full container of gas, some Pinesol, a gram of blueberry kush, and his water bong. "Right the fuck on..."

Re could be found from thereon, sitting on the closed hood of the car- trying to light the bowl up in the breeze. And judging by his frequent cursing, it wasn't going well. He had on his person everything he normally would- weapons and all. Re's shortswords were loosely hanging at either side of his hip, his thick sweater hiding the handcannon and rounds he had holstered. "Fucking... light, you son of a-..." And like that, the bowl lit- and he sucked down on the bong like a dirty whore.

Before he even got a puff off, a breeze blew his lighter out and sent the bowl flying into the grass. It took Re a second to realize that there wasn't any smoke in the chamber.

"Huh? Where'd it... OHHHH SON OF A WHOOORE!"

Smoke that tumbleweed.
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