we have nine people now and i'm itching to start. *Puppy eyes*
and nice handlebar moustache Baldrek
and nice handlebar moustache Baldrek
Death Coliseum RP (Closed)
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There will be an introductory phase, I'm going to launch tonight at around 5 so everyone be ready.
Can I join? I'd like to stir things up a little..
EDITED
Name: Rorscach
Age: 20-25 (he doesn't specify)
Gender: Male
Appearance: See character by the same name in Watchmen
Specialization:Unarmed close combat, stealth, tactics
Weapon: Hands and feet, the stuff around him
Bio: A veteran of several tournaments, Rorschach's usual squad was disbanded because the leader had been cheating. He has been allowed to continue, but only if he joins a squad of rookies, hence his place on the squad. He sees his new group as a punishment, and while not being actually unfriendly, is distant, and does not talk unless people speak to him. His mask was original his signature feature in the simulation, and after winning the tournament once he got a tailored one made for him in the real world. He inspires a degree of awe in some of the new fighters.
EDITED
Name: Rorscach
Age: 20-25 (he doesn't specify)
Gender: Male
Appearance: See character by the same name in Watchmen
Specialization:Unarmed close combat, stealth, tactics
Weapon: Hands and feet, the stuff around him
Bio: A veteran of several tournaments, Rorschach's usual squad was disbanded because the leader had been cheating. He has been allowed to continue, but only if he joins a squad of rookies, hence his place on the squad. He sees his new group as a punishment, and while not being actually unfriendly, is distant, and does not talk unless people speak to him. His mask was original his signature feature in the simulation, and after winning the tournament once he got a tailored one made for him in the real world. He inspires a degree of awe in some of the new fighters.
---Launch---
Ben sat at the table of a local sports bar with his teammates. Watching a spectacular match of Death Coliseum with wary eyes.
On the Coliseum floor, one team had only one survivor, and the other had five, this was going to be a gruesome finish. The only remaining member of team A was backed into a corner, his ammo had run dry halfway through the match. So all he had to defend himself was his backup sabre. Team B closed in on him with their melee weapons drawn. Toying with the poor boy, Ben thought the combatant looked too young to even be participating in DC. He started crying, the camera getting an up close picture of the kid's face.
C'mon kid, go out with some dignity. Ben thought to himself.
Just then the members of Team B did a full charge, all five rushing the near-defenseless combatant. The kid sprung into action, dodging the first couple swings, and returning sharp blows back to the attackers. Until he got clipped in the back of the leg. His sword fell from his hand, and he fell back. Laying face up on the ground, the bigggest member came up to him, swung his heavy melee Axe above his head, and crushed the poor soul's face into meaty chunks.
Ben watched with sad eyes. He knew what was going to happen even before it did, but he couldn't help rooting for the underdog. Ben downed his drink, slammed the glass on the table, and turned to his teammates.
"Alright people, match is in one hour. You all saw what just happened out there, and if you don't like what you see, then this is the time to ask the question I knew you were all waiting for. Does anyone...anyone not want to go through with this? Say now, so I can recruit some drunken soul from the bar to replace you." Ben looked at all of their faces, who am I kidding, these people would follow me into hell.
Noone said a word, "Good, now. Take some time to get to know each other, discuss stragey, and pray to God if you please. Cuz' this is gonna be one hell of a match."
Ben sat at the table of a local sports bar with his teammates. Watching a spectacular match of Death Coliseum with wary eyes.
On the Coliseum floor, one team had only one survivor, and the other had five, this was going to be a gruesome finish. The only remaining member of team A was backed into a corner, his ammo had run dry halfway through the match. So all he had to defend himself was his backup sabre. Team B closed in on him with their melee weapons drawn. Toying with the poor boy, Ben thought the combatant looked too young to even be participating in DC. He started crying, the camera getting an up close picture of the kid's face.
C'mon kid, go out with some dignity. Ben thought to himself.
Just then the members of Team B did a full charge, all five rushing the near-defenseless combatant. The kid sprung into action, dodging the first couple swings, and returning sharp blows back to the attackers. Until he got clipped in the back of the leg. His sword fell from his hand, and he fell back. Laying face up on the ground, the bigggest member came up to him, swung his heavy melee Axe above his head, and crushed the poor soul's face into meaty chunks.
Ben watched with sad eyes. He knew what was going to happen even before it did, but he couldn't help rooting for the underdog. Ben downed his drink, slammed the glass on the table, and turned to his teammates.
"Alright people, match is in one hour. You all saw what just happened out there, and if you don't like what you see, then this is the time to ask the question I knew you were all waiting for. Does anyone...anyone not want to go through with this? Say now, so I can recruit some drunken soul from the bar to replace you." Ben looked at all of their faces, who am I kidding, these people would follow me into hell.
Noone said a word, "Good, now. Take some time to get to know each other, discuss stragey, and pray to God if you please. Cuz' this is gonna be one hell of a match."
Haha, who liked the intro? This is time for character developement. Get to know each other like I said, and anything else you want to do. But don't leave the bar if you can help it, and don't enter the simulation yet. We'll enter the battle when everyone tells a little about themselves...No time limit. Have fun!
David Redcard started putting names to faces from the file he had read.
"Hey Ben. Look, I want you to know that I'm willing to follow your orders to a point. You give me the objective, and I'll do it. But give me some autonomy, okay? I'm not used to working with others. What's the match type? Cause you know, if this is some straight up combat, I might have some ideas for luring people..."
"Hey Ben. Look, I want you to know that I'm willing to follow your orders to a point. You give me the objective, and I'll do it. But give me some autonomy, okay? I'm not used to working with others. What's the match type? Cause you know, if this is some straight up combat, I might have some ideas for luring people..."
Wes took a slow breath after watching the match. He had seen them before, but being on the verge of going in there made it a lot more real to him. He turned and look at the rest of the team. I must be the youngest one here. By at least a few years. One of the people stood out more than the rest: Carter. Wes had seen him win matches on a couple occasions, but that isn't why he stood out.
"Carter, what happened? Did you fall in a bucket of blue paint on the way here?"
"Carter, what happened? Did you fall in a bucket of blue paint on the way here?"
Might as well get some conversation going right at the start
I turned to look at David "The first match is strictly Team Deathmatch. No objectives or anything." I looked at the bartender and motioned to my glass. He filled it. "I'm interested to hear what you have to say, tell me more."
Ignoring Rachel, I continued.
"Well," I said, "depending on the layout of the cover, I can spray down some of my 'spray paint' and light it on fire, forcing the other team through a certain point. You know, force fire and all?"
"Well," I said, "depending on the layout of the cover, I can spray down some of my 'spray paint' and light it on fire, forcing the other team through a certain point. You know, force fire and all?"
"We'll see, I don't have the map schematics yet so as soon as I get them we'll make a plan." I clapped him on the shoulder, and turned to Rachel.
"Hey Rachel, these boys got enough on their minds without fighting over who gets to pay for the pretty ladies drink." I winked at her and smiled.
"Hey Rachel, these boys got enough on their minds without fighting over who gets to pay for the pretty ladies drink." I winked at her and smiled.
"Well, it sounds relatively simple when you say it like that..." A middle-aged man in a grey suit replied to Davids plan. "But how are you going to get into position without turning out like a piece of swiss cheese, laddie?". The Doctor didn't like reckless strategies, and didn't like the way the youths threw themselves headfirst into the DC.
I eyed the man cooly, "You leave that to me, old-timer. I'm the fastest thing on two legs. Besides, I was sort of banking on people like you giving me some cover fire."
I walked over to Seth, noticing a glint his eye I had seen in my own for some time.
"Someone's got someone you love, too?" I asked, hinting at common ground.
I walked over to Seth, noticing a glint his eye I had seen in my own for some time.
"Someone's got someone you love, too?" I asked, hinting at common ground.
Theodorus shook his head at the reply, 'as sure of his abilities as any other youth out there, let's just hope that he survives long enough to learn otherwise'.
He ordered some refreshments from the tender, before replying to David.
"Sure, we'll back you up, just don't bite off more than you can chew. Because no amount of covering fire or medical attention can save you from a bullet to the head."
He ordered some refreshments from the tender, before replying to David.
"Sure, we'll back you up, just don't bite off more than you can chew. Because no amount of covering fire or medical attention can save you from a bullet to the head."
Rorschach lifted the lower part of his mask, sipped his drink, lowered it again, then spoke
"Best not to be seen, and only heard as your bullet hits their head" he said, shortly
"Best not to be seen, and only heard as your bullet hits their head" he said, shortly
"well try not to get a bullet to the head then." Rachel smiled sweetly and ordered and tequila sunrise from a passing waiter.
Carter sat quietly while the others spoke. He saw all of them and wondered how capable they were at fighting. He noticed the girl, Rachel. Looking at her longer than he should have he turned away.
She's pretty..
He sighed. He ordered a water from the waiter. He didn't drink. He responded to a question the question that Wes had asked earlier. He touched his hair and had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"What? You don't like my blue hair?"
She's pretty..
He sighed. He ordered a water from the waiter. He didn't drink. He responded to a question the question that Wes had asked earlier. He touched his hair and had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"What? You don't like my blue hair?"