Schradinger

accepting all challengers

And with regards to power level, once a general one has been established by the other fighters, it's kind of rude (at the least) to come in with a significantly more powerful character that can bulldoze all the others without even breaking a sweat. He point of written arena combat isn't to show up with the biggest most badass powers, it's to out-write, out-wit, and out-fight your opponent. There'a no great victory in me crushing an ant under my boot, and frankly nobody cares that I did. The good fights are always the ones between equals. Or the ones where the underdog pulls off an amazing upset and beats the more powerful opponent (but there are limits to what a less powerful opponent can beat. Yuri Boyka will never beat Superman, for instance).

All that said, you'll be added to the end of the posting order once Max checks in.

accepting all challengers

The leaping ten stories might still be OP, since that still gives him the same leg strength he had before and ridiculous kicking power, but I could see it being okay if he has to charge it like you do in the game. The same could also be done for his punching power. He could focus mass into an attack to increase the strength/hitting power, but afterward he'd have to adjust back to normal or the affected body part would be heavier and slower and likely throw him off his game. The longer the charge, the more mass you could focus there and the more powerful the blow would be, but it would also have more momentum and be harder to recover from if you missed.

And three posts of physical activity is only around 15 seconds at most. Usually shorter, so that part was nerfed too much. You probably don't need to add his stamina as a factor, since both mine and LeeRoy's characters don't ever get tired and most of the others have various levels of superhuman stamina.

Other than that, he looks good now.

accepting all challengers

If Arty were in his armor he could probably take Drax on, but that would be a fight for another day.

accepting all challengers

Unfortunately, Alex Mercer is leaps and bounds more powerful than any of the characters here, and you've essentially just copy/pasted his powerset and edited it to be even more powerful. Lifting tanks with ease means be can lift well over 60 tons, in addition to running several hundred miles per hour and being more durable than anyone else in this fight. He's already overpowered for this particular fight, and that's without even considering his shapeshifting abilities.

Nothing any of our characters can do will actually be able to put Drax down, since Mercer survived a nuke and you've basically just copied him and made changes to be even better (and none of us can generate anything even close to the power of a nuke).

All this said, I'm not telling you you shouldn't use Drax in another fight, just that he's much too powerful right now for this fight. I'm not even sure all of us together could take him on.

@Derp: If he writes Drax like a copy of mercer, your flames are just going to tickle.

accepting all challengers

So LeeRoy, are you going to post or should I edit first?

Practice Duel

Slightest misstep indeed. Like lighting up a cigarette in front of the man you're going to kill when he's holding a very alcoholic beverage. He knew why she was here. Someone like her wouldn't be here for any other reason, and as soon as the flame jumped off the match (or lighter, whichever one she was using), he almost casually tossed the contents of his glass at her face, right over the open flame. With such a high alcohol content, the fumes would be more than enough to ignite the drink as it passed over the flame and into her face, and the motion held no pre-existent tells. No contortions of the face, no tensing of the muscles just prior to imminent combat, just a man emptying his drink.

He almost felt bad for interrupting her like that, but this was life or death. You either took every advantage your opponent gave you, or you died quickly and painfully. He had no intention of doing the latter. None at all.

Nobody's Battlerama!

So. Many. Stairs. Honestly, who even needs this many stairs? Or buildings this tall to put them in? The dwarves had it right. Build underground. Although then you'd probably just have the same problem going in the opposite direction... He'd have to give this some more thought once he finished the contract. These stairs were just really annoying. Not tiring, not for him, but still annoying.

Finally reaching the roof exit, he kicked the deadbolted door open, twisting the metal frame as much as the door itself, and stepped out onto the roof. It didn't take him long to spot the human-sized flying speck up in the sky, thanks both to his great eyesight as well as his armor's systems, and he quickly realized that he probably should have picked a taller building. She was way up there. Good thing he brought the megaphone. It had been so nice of that cop downstairs to let him borrow it. He'd have to send the man a thank you later. If he lived, of course. A crushed trachea has a habit of developing nasty complications like suffocation and death.

Lifting the megaphone to his mask's vocalizer, he activated it and almost winced at the loud squeal it produced. Lowering it, he smacked the side a couple times until the squeal went away, then raised it again, entirely disregarding the fact that it was now broken. Instead, he just cranked up his vocalizer volume to make it look like the megaphone still worked. It was important to keep up appearances.

"HEY! YOU UP THERE IN THE SKY! I'VE JUST KILLED A DOZEN MEN AND I'D LIKE TO CONFESS!"

Nobody's Battlerama!

Doesn't make much difference to me, though I'd prefer something you'd find in real life to a staged arena type thing. Main Street in some small town, top of a skyscraper surrounded by taller skyscrapers, random street in a big city, something like that.

Practice Duel

As a matter of fact, he did have a pack of smokes. Well, pack wasn't quite the word. He reached into his jacket, no doubt going for an inner pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver case with ornate gold filigree covering both the lid and the container itself, twisted into a myriad of intricate designs. He popped the lid open with a thumb then spun the case around in his hand to face her, revealing the neat row of double-stacked cigarettes inside. They weren't any identifiable brand, but if she was as strung out as she looked she likely wouldn't care.

"By all means, help yourself."

She was quite a bit shorter than him, about average height for a female, and wore a tank top that revealed the intricate tattoo covering her right shoulder. It also revealed a fair amount of the scars that resided on her arms, upper chest, and neck. Almost as many as he himself had, though hers were definitely more pronounced. He smiled slightly at that, a distant part of his mind idly wondering if he had finally found someone like himself after so many years of being one of a kind. It wouldn't be a bad thing, that distant part of him mused, but then again, it wasn't exactly terrible being the only one of his kind either.

Nobody's Battlerama!

On second thought, I think I'd like to pit tier 5 Bloodshot against Ryomi Fiett Leitania. Full armor and weapons.

Bloodshot

Character name: Real name unknown
Aliases and/or titles: Bloodshot

Age: Mid-thirties
Height: 6'6'' (6'7'' in armor)
Weight: 260 lbs
Body type (lean, muscular, heavy, etc.): Lean and athletically muscular.

Powers:
Very little is known about Bloodshot's actual appearance beneath his armor, as no one can definitively say they have ever seen him outside of it (or one of its many variations), but what is known is that he is physically very far from what one would call a "normal human". He has been shown to be capable of lifting at least five tons above his head, briefly sprinting at speeds reaching nearly 400 mph, and shrugging off impacts that would easily kill a normal human outright, even surviving the impact of a terminal velocity freefall into the middle of a corn field. It is also known that he is not, thank the heavens, bulletproof. If one manages to hit a weak point in his armor, such as the joints, he will bleed. This is a more difficult task than one would expect, however, as he has often displayed superhuman reflexes on par with his foot speed.

Abilities:
Bloodshot has demonstrated master level marksmanship with both pistols and rifles, as well as proficient use of his melee weapons and knowledge of several unarmed techniques. His level of reflexes and accuracy with firearms is such that he has been seen to shoot grenades and other explosives out of the air in mid-combat, though his proficiency in melee and unarmed techniques is somewhat less advanced, likely due to the ability to simply overpower most opponents.

It has also been noted that Bloodshot possesses a keen tactical and scientific mind that allows him to rapidly re-assess developing situations to determine an optimal outcome, as well as the mental wherewithal to maintain a cool head in the midst of great physical pain and/or trauma. One incident records that he was able to out-think and subsequently escape a trap laid by a cadre of mercenaries sent to assassinate him, without his armor and after being severely burned in the initial assault. His scientific intelligence is of a sufficiently advanced level that he himself designed and created the specific materials used in his armor and weapons, as well as the software used to run its electronic systems.

Equipment:
Armor.
The matte black armor that Bloodshot most commonly wears is of an advanced design that makes use of carbon nanotubes to create plating that is extremely light and moderately flexible, while also being both harder than diamond and stronger than steel. This flexibility makes the plating an excellent shock absorber, while its strength and hardness render it practically impenetrable to conventional firearms.

While the armor plating is capable of surviving almost any form of injury a personal weapon can inflict, the body glove underneath has no such luxury. While it too utilizes carbon nanotubes in its construction, the concentration and density within the fabric is geared primarily toward maintaining flexibility and reducing/dispersing damage from explosions, and it can only stand up to the concentrated impact force of small caliber and handgun bullets.

Another important feature of this armor is the inclusion of a nanotube cooling layer that both decreases the external temperature of the armor to match that of the surrounding environment and also maintains a constant and comfortable internal temperature, allowing it to appear cool and nearly invisible when viewed on thermal imaging systems. This trait also allows the suit to operate unhindered at temperatures of up to 4,000 degrees fahrenheit without causing increased strain to the wearer, though higher temperatures can quickly overwhelm the ability of the suit to compensate, roasting the wearer alive.

The armor also possesses advanced electronics that are capable of gathering and displaying vital battlefield data within the facemask's HUD, including penetrating radar, thermal, EM, and nightvision, and an auto-tint to prevent bright flashes from blinding him. The armor's sound systems are likewise enhanced, and allow him to both increase sensitivity and focus to hear distant conversations, as well as activate an auto-decrease feature to prevent excessively loud noises from causing damage to his hearing. The helmet/facemask is also equipped with a long-range radio transmitter (encryption capable) and high-speed wireless internet router (satellite powered).

Weapons:
2 - .45 caliber pistols that hold 15 rounds per magazine. Descendants of the Glock pistols of the 21st century and comparable in power and functionality.
1 - Single edged sword. 36" titanium-carbon alloy blade. More durable than his armor, though much less flexible. With Bloodshot's strength behind it, this blade is capable of slicing cleanly through a conventional steel blade with no damage to itself.
1 - Retractable staff. Titanium-carbon shaft. Length varies between 2' and 6'. When retracted, the entire length of the staff (or each half of it separately) is capable of emitting an electrical charge strong enough to easily kill a human (when extended, only the last foot on each end of the staff possesses this ability). The electrical charge is generated by, and varies based on, the force Bloodshot puts into each blow. A gentle tap will be merely painful, while a blow with his full strength behind it will cause a human body to combust from the sheer heat and amount of electricity coursing through them (though the blow itself will kill a human target just as surely as the electricity). The weapon also possesses friend or foe analysis hardware to prevent Bloodshot himself from being electrocuted (as an additional precaution, his armor is non-conductive).
2 - Gauntlet blades. 12" titanium-carbon alloy blades that extend from the armor's gauntlets over the back of Bloodshot's hands.
3 - Flash-bang grenades. More powerful than traditional flash-bangs, these grenades produce enough light and sound to blind (even through eyelids) and rupture eardrums at a distance of 20 meters, and even the auto-adjust features of Bloodshot's mask cannot completely nullify these effects (though they are significantly reduced).
3 - Gas grenades. The compound stored in these grenades is of a chemical composition that burns on contact with exposed skin, temporarily blinds on contact with eyes (lasts anywhere from one to three hours), and causes impaired motor skills and eventual unconsciousness if inhaled. Motor skills begin to become impaired immediately upon inhalation, while unconsciousness can take anywhere from ten to fifteen seconds. This gas also completely obscures vision and can expand to fill a circle with a radius of ten meters in just under one second.

Any relevant weaknesses:
Armor dependency. Bloodshot's facemask is fitted with a filtration unit that not only cleans the air as he breathes it, but also injects each breath with a minute amount of an unknown gas, without which Bloodshot will descend into increasingly drastic stages of mental degradation that remove his self-control and ability to think and reason properly, turning him into an unthinking being operating purely on rage and instinct.

Personality:
Cold, calculating, and clinical. Bloodshot was a child raised with the sole purpose of becoming the perfect soldier, and the extremely harsh treatment and training he received produced predictably harsh results. Mercy and compassion are words that have no merit in Bloodshot's view of the world, and while he is not a vindictive man, he is nevertheless a very dangerous one to cross. Something that those who trained him found out the hard way.

History/Backstory:
Born in the year 2142 into a world ravaged by war, Bloodshot's birth name was lost to the destruction that was wrought upon his homeland, the former United States of America. Fifty years before his birth, the country had torn itself in half in the second civil war of its globally short history, and that single conflict had pulled the rest of the world with it. While no one was willing to create a nuclear wasteland, both China and Russia took the opportunity to claim lands they had long since lost, while Europe was plunged into its own small re-enactment of world wars long past. As it always has, war paved the way for scientific advancement at a rate that far exceeded any of the advances made in the century before, and new weapons, technology, and soldiers were created by all sides in an attempt to maintain an even playing field.

Taken from his family as a child, Bloodshot's body was altered and enhanced to the very peak of human performance, and by the time he was twelve he could regularly compete against seasoned soldiers and emerge the victor. That was not the end of his alterations however, and when he reached the age of sixteen he was initiated into an experimental program that utilized microscopic nanomachines to enhance the user's physical condition, bonding to bones and muscles and nerves to increase strength, durability, speed, and reflexes. The process was imperfect, however, and without a near-constant application of a stabilizing agent, the nanites bonded to Bloodshot's nervous system begin to overwhelm his conscious thoughts with those of primal instinct and rage. Later iterations of the technology opted out of the nervous system bonding in order to fix the problem, but while these new soldiers were stable, they would never match up to Bloodshot and the other original subjects.

Due to the inherent instability of Bloodshot's nanites, he and his fellow test subjects were scheduled for "decommissioning", as there was no way to reverse the bonding process and an unstable soldier would be a liability on the battlefield. As they often do, however, plans went awry and a dozen subjects managed to escape the facility, taking with them the formula for the stabilizing agent and what little supply of it the lab had on hand. After the escape, they all went their separate ways, with Bloodshot becoming a mercenary available for hire to the highest bidder.

Several years into his work as a mercenary, Bloodshot discovered that the nanites bonded to his body had continued to multiply, providing an even more drastic boost to his strength, speed, durability, and reflexes. He was eventually able to slow this multiplication in order to prevent the nanites from completely taking over his body, though they are still programmed to temporarily increase their multiplication rate in the event of damage in order to self-repair.