The Strongest Man
Imagine a land desperate after much wartime; the people are just finally getting back to their daily lives. Heavy casualties suffered on all fronts, many towns and cities now lay in ruin. Gods have been cast aside like leftover breakfast. To top it all off, demons have always pillaged, roamed free and hunted humans down as though they were the easiest prey. There had always been very little humans could do against their might, only a select few could actually defend themselves well and even a smaller group hunted demon as though they were the worms. Diseases spread like wildfire, claiming many lives and loved ones. There is no human alive now that remains unaffected by the despair. All hope seems lost, even the fated Demi-god brothers bring no solace in their hearts. Nothing could redeem the lost smile, that forgotten facial feature that brings hope and dreams. The smile that could bring back an entire race.
For a select few, that smile is only another way to reach the same goal but an easier option lies ahead in the city of Solm. A tournament unlike which has been seen for a century. Lore speaks of it only as the breeding grounds of the elite. Legend tells a different story, one of a Champion that is able to rid the land of all dangers. What are lies, what is truth has been clouded and perverted in the passing decades.
The tournament itself is truly a gathering of fighters of all kinds, even demons and half-breeds are allowed to compete. No race discrimination, only the strong survive while the weak try again or die. A serious of rounds, each getting harder as the winner proceeds until only one is crowned Undisputed Champion.
But what could possibly the winner of such an event receive after winning such a competition. Surely no amount of riches could replace the ache and despair one could feel when returned to the real world. Both Lore and Legend speak of an object made by the first god ever in existence with the power to grant any one single wish the caster wishes. The object is only limited by two restrictions however and the first is upon the creativeness of the caster. The second the wish could only be granted to the caster alone, it cannot save beings which it does not know.
Many thieves, bandits if you will, have studied and crammed the passing teaching through the ages, waiting for the Tournament to begin. Not to steal the object, but to win it for it is told that only the winner could get the object and all else who sought to steal it would face certain death, for it is told that Death itself watches over it endlessly like an owl piercing gaze on a mouse.
Okay, I’ve had this RP planning in my head for a REALLY long time now, but never really got around to posting it. You see, this is a most unusual RP in some instances and one that not many would be willing to join... unless you love to battle.
Okay, basically I'm taking this directly from my book, not the story or anything. Just a tournament known as The Strongest Man. We would all post new (or already created characters) for the RP. Well, here is where it gets weird for many reasons. Simultaneously we are all fighting someone else from the RP. It is a free for all.
What makes this different from just any battle is that it is still considered an actual RP on many reasons. Yes it will have a very decent plot. All talking, moving, everything RP thread. It may get a little confusing form time to time, but don't forget to use a quote in your post if that helps you out. Get it so far?
Sounds confusing right? I mean who is going to make sure no one is God-moding, who is going to take control of the random first round? That will all be me of course. It will be done in the form of one of the Tournament's committee. In other words, I will be using an NPC in the form of a Committee Member whenever something that needs to be said is said or some action or penalty to be done gets done.
Are you still confused? Well, let’s get on starting and finishing a battle since I believe everyone knows how a battle goes about. I will make several "portals" in the RP between the combatants that links from the main Colosseum to their chosen arena. Yet instead of just following the link as one normally would, we do something weird again. We would RP the character entering the Battle arena cheering (or booing in some instances), bowing to the opponent (or any other action), and then the battle begins. It truly isn’t nearly as confusing as it may sound, believe me.
A couple things to note are the crowd’s reaction, weather, the type of arena you—the fighters—will be fighting in. Yes, each arena will be different from the next and the crowd’s reaction will determine if the committee will put in some extra dangers or if the action is good enough. The character sheet is the Battle Arena sheet is below if you want to get a jump start on making one, or if you already have a fighter in here in mind.
I will be putting in a LOT of effort into this; I truly hope that it may come to fruition. But with the lack of interest in battles, all I can do is try.
If you are interested in this RP, please say so, or if you are interested, but confused please ask any amount of questions and I will see to it answered.
Other things that should be known
- Play fairly
- NO God-moding
- NO controlling other RP characters
- be sure to have fun
- Detailed posts - nothing less than FOUR sentences per post.
Re: The Strongest Man
Example of a bad Battle Post.
Zyta jumped, dodging the attack and, upon spinning with momentum. Slashed his opponent from above.
- Reason why this is a bad battle post. You need to give your attack, BUT leave it open for the opponent to dodge, counter, or take it. NOT ALL ATTACKS WILL HIT AND NOT ALL WILL MISS. Constant stream of one or the other is PROHIBITED!
Give as much detail in your posts, Failure to give details is EXTREMELY LETHAL to your character.
Example of a detailed battle post exchange. Taken from a battle between me and a close friend in a battle called "Ninja!". can read the full battle here - Ninja! - Dreamer's Haven
The water rushed by Zetsumei fiercely, it crashed against the bank and rocks and sounded loudly, he couldn't hear anything from the surface on up. The ninja clung to a rock that protruded from the brook's bottom like a stalagmite - water version. The rock was slippery to hold and grungy with moss growing web-like that spiraled up with the brook's movement. Preforming techniques, seals, or breathing quickly became impossible, Zetsumei could hold his breath better then most, better even then some long distance divers, and his swimming was second to none from the village he came from.
The three Shuriken broke the water's surface suddenly; like bullets shot from a gun, the gave off a watery trail. The water's Index of Infraction soon slowed the weapons' speed considerably in only a second so that after a foot down they were each rendered useless. The projectory of the weapons told Zetsumei were Renaro had been standing at the time of the throw, he broke the surface with a jump, breathed out and in some fresh air and shot out the direction which was west.
Zetsumei dove behind a tree, concealed for a ninja was always top priority, so how else could his foe have seen him clearly hidden in the brook? Finding out that question is the main clue to this victory. As Sun Tsu once said, "Your opponent will give you the key to victory." Zetsumei carefully preformed one more seal, a basic cloning ability that gave him two perfectly shadow clones that lived and breathed just as he did. One body jumped from behind the tree, another did too, the last climbed the tree for a vantage point and watched on. A kunai was in each one's hand, though the first one to jump was making a seal, the second jumped from tree to tree - only about a yard and a half from the ground - while the third sought out Renaro.
Renaro heard the splash and watched the quick movement as best he could while he was darting behind a tree. The mellow colors of his clothes blended in well with the tree's trunk but their main purpose was to blend in and make him invisible, even in plain view, while it was twilight. The shades of his clothes matched the shades of a setting sun. His only real danger was a purple twilight where there would be more purple and pink than the oranges and reds of his clothes.
He darted his head out from behind the tree, eyes open wide and took a quick look around the area. He saw two areas in the trees where leaves were falling. He noticed a shadow dart in some random direction, Clones, he thought and rested, hidden against the tree.
He looked out and up to see how high they might be and spotted the one on the top of a tree. He took out a kunai and tied an explosive tag to it and then placed it on the tops of his knuckles while forming seals and whispering words.. He stepped from behind the tree, spinning himself around as he went, first his left and then his right arms shot out, from each hand flew a tagged kunai right for the clone at the tree top. Then he disappeared again, hidden in the shadows of twilight.
The clone had seen where the kunai had come from, yet had no way of telling the other two. He could press the attack single-handily, he felt confident that his poison would give an advantage to his side despite that it would be only a third of its original potency; sure it would be enough to stall Renaro until the other two, who are obviously better equipped for fighting this very second, appeared for their piece of the pie. The clone stood still, his task was to find Renaro and he had done that, still a misty form of orange could be seen darting through the brush, leaping expertly from spot to spot without noise. The clone Zetsumei called out not Renaro's position, nor did he cry out in pain as the kunai collided with his flesh and exploded into a hundred burning shards of metal. The clone melted, as all the clones would when defeated, oozing forth lumps of poison; the tree branch was quickly engulfed, snapping and falling to the ground with a loud crack and thud on the forest floor. The poison evaporated into the air and was lost, returning knowledge and energy back to the original and other clone.
"There!" the real Zetsumei shouted to the clone, both now knew where Renaro had been only an instant before. With the speed that he was moving at, the two could only follow at a brisk pace. The clone jump high into the air over the general area, spouting out another ball of poison, this time portions purposely leaked out in a spray of mist. The mist fell on the battle ground, spreading further out each second like a wave of water, and seared the foliage clean off. Zetsumei stayed clear of the mist, though in truth it wouldn't effect him hardly at all, he stood on the edge, stepped back as the mist grew closer. He waited for Renaro like a bee waiting for someone to take his honey, the mist enclosed the area with a dark overtone that made shadows darker and dark spots charcoal black.
Renaro watched the results of his actions take place and noted the poison. He formed a few quick seals and ran his right hand over his mask which glowed a soft green and then faded. It would now act as a filter that would protect him from the poison, at least for a time, depending on the strength of the poison. He watched the cloud slowly consume the area and became worried, though it didn't seem to be too strong, he was sure his filter technique wouldn't last long in this cloud. He was also at a disadvantage because the poison cut off the twilight that he needed to see his opponent.
He looked up at the tree he was currently standing by and thought it was risky, but his best bet. Sticking the side he was on, assuming that his opponent was at least on the other side or farther away from him than closer, he began to jump and climb quickly and silently. He hid as high as he dared which was only several yards above the cloud of poison, though he dared not risk a glance around for fear of giving himself away. He simply watched the area's nearest him.
Re: The Strongest Man
Zyta Amameru — used mainly for close relations with family or dear friends and only S Rank missions on jobs (Real Name)
Sicarius — B, A Rank Mission name only (Alias)
Impius —C Rank on down name only (Alias)
Hikatsu, in Hidean means Half of God or Demi-God. Translates literately to “One born of God.”
Assassin, Mercenary, and other of the sort.
6 ft. 3 in. long pole made of the hardest known material compressed and packed into a smooth wood-like substance. A blade the length of a man’s arm molded on the end completes the weapon. He doesn't use the naginata much as it drains him of his energy by swinging it to and fro. It doesn't suck energy if Zyta is just holding the weapon, but the moment it is put to use it begins zapping. To nullify this effect there is only one way,
Zyta must remove his limiter for the was a weapon created solely for him and his limiter. Everyone else who touches the naginata with intent to use it might as well quit there, to the effect it does on Zyta it triples on any other living being. They become incredibly exhausted almost instantly and almost nearly always collapse due to sleep.
He also has two katana-like weapons, only smaller and are known as Wakizashi; one on each hip dangles for easy access and use. He is able to duel-wield nearly as easy as he could with his main weapon: the naginata. Zyta is also extremely resourceful and could fight with a makeshift weapon on the found on the spot or even hold his own while fighting with hand-to-hand.
At first glance a passerby could instantly make out his muscular tone despite his body build hiding it away just under the surface. He has black hair that falls before his face and reaches down to the top of the shoulder, his hair hides a clean and youthful face. He is donned in weather-worn clothing from head to toe some of which include a vest, two leg and arm bracers, leather boots, and a cloak to mainly used to keep him warm on winter nights or while it rains. The two most notable parts to Zyta have to be his eyes and the crimson pendant about his chest. His eyes appear cold and depthless like a cavern suddenly scaring into the planet, ever changing and colorless are the pupils. The pendant that sits always on his chest unless forcibly taken off appears to be nothing more then a simple, but crafted very well, pendant of much value. The pendant is actually a limiter keeping in all his godly powers inherited by his father.
Limiter on/off Strength~
While Zyta has the limiter on, his max capabilities are capped, though still very formidable. Most would say that he is about as athletic as a gold medalist in the Olympics and still stronger then most humans easily. A more accurate assumption would place Zyta’s limiter power equal to that of an experienced half-demon that has been trained to kill to survive and of one that does it proficiently. With the limiter off, Zyta’s power soars to unfathomable heights where only a chosen few are able to stand a chance against him. Note that not everyone is suited for fighting against him while in this form, most die in less then a minute in the past.
Abilities unique to Zyta alone~
Zyta’s is able to cut reality and shape whatever energy force to break the rift into whatever form he desires, or so that was the theory before he skipped out on home and left. All that he ever got to learn was explosions and the capacity/damage power each one has and how much it would drain him internally. The explosions take up a percent of energy, though he is able to choose the amount put into each one. He is also only able to cut reality with one weapon, the blade of his naginata though the explosions could happen at any time instantly with a mere slice no matter how small or large.
Zyta is able to take more then half of his remaining energy and cast a full barrier around him that is impossible to break through. The only problem is that he is unable to counter an attack while it is up, hell Zyta is unable to do anything while it is up but keep it up or take it down. That’s the penalty for perfect defense.
Not really an ability or skill, but Zyta is insanely fast and uses that to his advantage most of the battle. One of the favorite things he does with his speed is to kick hard at the ground which tends to usually shoot up a lot of excess dust clouds and the like and losing himself in it and then attack from any point at any time for an instant kill. He uses it mainly for his assassinations however.
There are still two more abilities that Zyta can do at this time, but I have decided for the fairness of the battle arena to leave them out of it unless you are certain you wish to face them.
Too long to write up/post. I have close to 50 pages on this dude's back story