Parvo

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Parvo vs Silver Carrot

Mr. Wolff looks down from the fire escape at this punk who obviously has no idea what kind of man he is. The thought of simply erasing him from existence crosses Mr. Wolff's mind and the thought lingers for longer than a moment. On one hand, a body would draw attention and he'd have to find his query at another location. On the other hand this thug who is underestimating him will mostl likely just escalate things and will have to be taken down anyway. It is quite the conundrum.

The accountant smoothly pushes his shades back up to his eyes while looking at the thug, his decision made.

"Wrong place wrong time kid." He responds condescendingly.

He swiftly tosses the briefcase up and pops it open with one seamless action. His bow seems to fly out of the briefcase on it's own and spring to life. The Accountant snags a few arrows and notches one as the briefcase lands on the metal of the fire escape with an echo that reverberates through the alley. As the black briefcase settles near his feet Mr. Wolff has already acquired his target and is letting his arrow fly.

Pre-Christmas Tournament Round 1: Parvo vs Silver Carrot

A pair of vagabonds wonder through the narrow alley, their gait would suggest that they are both intoxicated. The sun beats down on the garbage and recently wet asphalt causing the stink of the alley to intensify with the humidity. The brick walls of the buildings that encase this area are tagged with various forms of graffiti that are in different degrees of detachment. The vagabonds find a spot in which they find appropriate and sit down. They soon begin to pass a green bottle back and forth. The fire escape vibrates slightly as a tall man steps onto it from the roof.

His expensive custom suit reveals him immediately as someone who doesn't belong within a mile of this alleyway let alone in it. He sets his briefcase down lightly next to his feet and unbuttons his gray jacket. His perfectly shined shoes shift as he takes a couple steps forward on the fire escape. His sunglasses hide the piercing eyes surveying the alley. He wasn't told exactly what he was waiting for only that he would know when he saw it but so far he saw nothing that stood out.

A gentle breeze kicks up a whirlwind in the corner of the alley. A plastic sack dances along the asphalt toward his end of the alley. His phone vibrates in his pocket. He retrieves it and puts it to his ear while tapping the green accept button. He says nothing. He doesn't need to. A very familiar voice, deep and almost soothing speaks to him for about 20 seconds before he continues his silence as he hangs up and slides the phone back into his pocket. His black hair styled into a pompadour doesn't move against the breeze.

With a single hand he reaches up and pulls his $500 shades down to the bridge of his nose to reveal stark blue eyes that are scanning the alley. His fists clench at his side. "Is that him?" The thought arises.

The Official Guild Pre Christmas Knockout Tournament!

@Dynamo Frokane Sounds good to me.

Parvo's Viruses

Name: "The Accountant" Mr. Wolff
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 215lbs
Appearamce: Gray Brioni Vanquish suit. Custom tailored with both fashion and tactical applications in mind. The Jacket's inner lining includes a new body armor that prevents blades from cutting the wearer but still inflicting blunt force trauma. It has minimal effect on most projectiles, reducing the damage they inflict by only a small percentage. Sewn in between the inner and outer layers of the jacket is a thermal shield. Several additional tactical pockets are included in both the jacket and pants. The back of his shirt contains a functional quiver inlay.
Abilities & Skills:
Master Marksman: The Accountant has keen eyesight that makes his accuracy virtually perfect. His training began as a mere boy and continued on for the entirety of his life. He is unerring with all types of bows, guns, and thrown or improvised weapons. Anything that requires aim is his specialty. With bows he is able to fire a few shots in a mere couple seconds, hitting multiple targets with a few quick strokes, and the smallest of objects from great distances. He has literally never been known to miss. He is even adept at bank/ricochet shots.

Peak Human Condition: His body functions at a level above the average Olympic athlete. Strength, speed, and stamina are all normal for someone of his build and age who goes through intense daily training. His arm and back muscles are particularly strong from the high draw strength required for his bows.

Exceptional Acrobat: He is able to perform complex aerial maneuvers thanks to not only his training, but his exceptional agility and great reflexes.

Martial Artist: Having been trained in various forms of martial arts he is an excellent hand to hand fighter.

Equipment: Briefcase, Customized bow that folds neatly into the briefcase, Custom quiver and arrows with various heads. Some simply offer more piercing power than the normal, some are explosive, incendiary, smoke, electro, net, acid, and flare.

The Official Guild Pre Christmas Knockout Tournament!

Name: "The Accountant" Mr. Wolff
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 215lbs
Appearamce: Gray Brioni Vanquish suit. Custom tailored with both fashion and tactical applications in mind. The Jacket's inner lining includes a new body armor that prevents blades from cutting the wearer but still inflicting blunt force trauma. It has minimal effect on most projectiles, reducing the damage they inflict by only a small percentage. Sewn in between the inner and outer layers of the jacket is a thermal shield. Several additional tactical pockets are included in both the jacket and pants. The back of his shirt contains a functional quiver inlay.
Abilities & Skills:
Master Marksman: The Accountant has keen eyesight that makes his accuracy virtually perfect. His training began as a mere boy and continued on for the entirety of his life. He is unerring with all types of bows, guns, and thrown or improvised weapons. Anything that requires aim is his specialty. With bows he is able to fire a few shots in a mere couple seconds, hitting multiple targets with a few quick strokes, and the smallest of objects from great distances. He has literally never been known to miss. He is even adept at bank/ricochet shots.

Peak Human Condition: His body functions at a level above the average Olympic athlete. Strength, speed, and stamina are all normal for someone of his build and age who goes through intense daily training. His arm and back muscles are particularly strong from the high draw strength required for his bows.

Exceptional Acrobat: He is able to perform complex aerial maneuvers thanks to not only his training, but his exceptional agility and great reflexes.

Martial Artist: Having been trained in various forms of martial arts he is an excellent hand to hand fighter.

Equipment: Briefcase, Customized bow that folds neatly into the briefcase, Custom quiver and arrows with various heads. Some simply offer more piercing power than the normal, some are explosive, incendiary, smoke, electro, net, acid, and flare.

The Official Guild Pre Christmas Knockout Tournament!

@Parvo think even lower, this is basically low tier

@Dynamo Frokane

Ok

The Official Guild Pre Christmas Knockout Tournament!

Unsure whether to make a boxer/brawler or somebody a little more powerful/armed, but I don't know what my opponent's plans are. If I make this barefist brawler character and then they make a character who uses swords and guns, I'm...probably not going to win.

@Silver Carrot

@Silver Carrot
Muahahahahaha

Just kidding. I was definitely thinking something more ranged but very limited powerbase. low-mid tier. I'll have mine posted today.

Parvo's Viruses

Here we go.

The Official Guild Pre Christmas Knockout Tournament!

Yup!

Gun Fight For No Reason

I'll probably be booting this up after the holidays. Stay Tuned.