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Thread: [split] Arena Type RP

Name James Carmichael Arena Name Sid Age 24 Gender Male Appearance James is short, only about 5'2 and weighs 150Lbs. He has black hair that is cut short.He has dark blue eyes, that complement his sharp edged face. Across his body are scars of falls and scrapes he'd gotten over his years of life. His arms are covered in open sores from some kind of virus that continues to plague him, He usually keeps them covered with a long sleeve black shirt. For the arena he will ware a pair of tight running pants and a worn pair of running shoes. He also keeps a pair of fingerless leather gloves with him and a Mask. Preferred EquipmentA bullet proof body vest, elbow and knee guards are first and foremost on James' list of equipment. Seconds are a good combat blade, and a shotgun. He would be happy with a pistol though. Phobia Dogs are James' Phobia. He hates them and will keep as far away form them as possible. Short Bio James grew up next to radiation lake, his mother was a prostitute and he was a bastard child. But his mother took great care of him until she died when he was fifteen from a disease that eat at her extremities. James has the same disease and wishes to rid it from his body. After years of travel through dead and barely running cities he finally heard of the Arena. He joins now to prove himself worthy of entry into the city and cure himself of the Disease. Notes James is very fast and maneuverable. He relies on cover a lot and his outer armor.
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Re Arena Type RP NameTakeshi Chou Arena Name Kitsune Age29 Gender M Appearance Takeshi is 6'2 with a fox tail due to the radiation, his skin is pure white as is the tail, wearing a leather jerkin and pants. Short white hair that is kept up in spikes, blue eyes that pierce through any soul. Muscular due to his training with the swords. has a scar over his left eye due to a training accident with his master years ago. The scar is three lines running vertical across the orbital plane. Preferred Equipment Bladed weaponery and throwing knivesstarsaxesetc. etc. any piece of metal that is sharp and pointy can be thrown Phobia Snakes Short Bio Takeshi, when born, was going to be the heir to his clan. A clan of samurai's who lived for centuaries after the second world war. Trained at birth to use only bladed weapons he vowed to that, never picking up a firearm. He trained for years and years, than the radiation poisoning kicked in, from that he grew his fox tail. Fighting for his life he has giving up on living on the outside and now enters the arena to try to claim a life. Notes Will not use any type of firearm or grenade.
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Re Arena Type RP Name Charlotte Delacour Arena Name Lotte Pronounced Lote-tea Age 24 Gender Female Appearance Pale skin afflicted with the ocasional freckle that stood a mere 5'4 in height and an athletic 127lbs. Her auburn hair is tied back to a tight ponytail, short to the shoulders. Protection in the shape of a bullet-proof vest and nothing more except the clothes on her back, a button-down shirt that is never closed and a pair of skin-tight black leggings under a chewed and frayed mini-skirt. Due to the massive radiation and her prevous love of her animals, she seems to have sprouted a pair of cat ears that she tried to keep hidden with a large hair band. She also sports a cat-like tail that seems to aid in balancing her. Preferred Equipment 1x .50 Desert Eagle and a Marine Dress Saber Phobia Charlotte has a fear of spiders, as well as a fear of being covered in blood, even her own. Short Bio The Arena wasn't her choice, but to make it these days people have to do things they don't want to consider, and the Arena was her last hope to do something, get somewhere with her life. She is flawed at her best and can not remember her family or any friends she has ever had, her memory past a few days is always sketchy, and her fear of being covered or otherwise drenched in blood makes her an unlikely player in the Arenas, she tries to end things quickly and with as much distance between her and the others as possible. Notes Fear of Blood is a hard thing to think about in an Arena where blood and death are common, but it makes things interesting to say the least.
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Re Arena Type RP ra1020 said NameTakeshi Chou Arena Name Kitsune Age29 Gender M Appearance Takeshi is 6'2 with a fox tail due to the radiation, his skin is pure white as is the tail, wearing a black leather jerkin and pants. Short white hair that is kept up in spikes, blue eyes that pierce through any soul. Muscular due to his training with the swords. has a scar over his left eye due to a training accident with his master years ago. The scar is three lines running vertical across the orbital plane. Preferred Equipment Bladed weaponery and throwing knivesstarsaxesetc. etc. any piece of metal that is sharp and pointy can be thrown, also handed weapon like gauntlets and shuko's. Phobia Snake Short Bio Takeshi, when born, was going to be the heir to his clan. A clan of samurai's who lived for centuaries after the second world war. Trained at birth to use only bladed weapons he vowed to that, never picking up a firearm. He trained for years and years, than the radiation poisoning kicked in, from that he grew his fox tail. Fighting for his life he has giving up on living on the outside and now enters the arena to try to claim a life. Notes Will not use any type of firearm or grenade. Click to expand... Edit added a weapon idea I forgot
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Re Arena Type RP I'm game. You sure I can't be afraid of broccoli? XD Just kidding. ------------------------------------- Name Benjamin Franklin Harlow Arena Name Frank the Tank Age 18 Gender Male Appearance Preferred Equipment Nothing but his bare hands. Well, that and a ten-foot chain with a meat hook attached to the end. Phobia Deep water. And anything past the waist is considered by Ben to be deep. Short Bio Frank the Tank was born Benjamin Franklin Harlow, named after a great inventor of the past in hopes that he would also grow up to be brilliant by his mother. She then proceeded to die, leaving her son to an unfit father that quickly abandoned him. Luckily, Ben was born tough. Extremely tough. Thanks to her hard life in an irradiated wasteland, Ben's skin had mutated into a tough carapace. To normal viewing, it appears to just be dry skin, but then it shines when Ben takes a beating. It's been proven that Ben's skin is a good deal tougher to break than the average Joe. He's practically bullet proof, even going so far as to boast that armor-piercing rounds couldn't even get through this has yet to be proven. Bladed weapons are typical turned, although Ben doesn't want to test his luck with them too much. This isn't to say he's invulnerable though. He's actually quite the opposite, being kinda on the lean side and easily thrown around. To save himself from becoming a human punching bag, he picked up as many tricks to fighting as he could, as well as a chain he's found inventive uses for. To elicit the point, his tough skin has possibly even hidden a greater weakness. Being tough of skin, Ben has more than once taken a bullet for nothing more than the sheer joy he takes in seeing the other guy's face. Unfortunately, said bullet typically knocks him off his feet. His worst, or best however you look at it, story to date was when he took a shotgun to the gut while scouting out what he though to a small abandoned town. The blow threw him out the window and across the street, breaking several bones in the process. Luckily, he got some help and managed to mend without any serious repercussions. Still, he's been thrown like straw to a strong breeze on more than one occassion, and his only claim to fame in response to that is that he pulled himself back up afterwards. But now he's fed up with living in the grit. After hearing about this...Arena...or whatever it's called, Frank the Tank has decided that he's gonna make his tough hide come in handy and fight his way into the city, even if he has to punch the face of every soul that dares get in his way. Notes Ben had a near-death experience when he almost drowned in one of the few lakes he's come across in his short years. As a result, he's not likely to approach any good sized bodies of water, and positively avoids water that he can't see the bottom of. ------------------------------------- Long text is long, sorry. I might've overdone it and given him too good an advantage.
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RE Arena Type RP Still taking characters? If so.. Name Bella Krieg Arena Name The Mistress Age 31 Gender Female Appearance Bella has short, spiky pure white hair. And her eyes are scarlet red. She has a clean scar running straight down over her right eye, and a more ragged one cutting across the first. She has an athletic build, measurements are B36C W25 H36. Her skin is nicely tanned and various small scars ranging from bullet wounds to knife cuts can be found around her body. However due to radiation, her veins glow nuclear green when agitated. Regardless of scarring and her irradiated bloodstream, she is still quite striking, something she has no problem using to her advantage. Preferred Equipment Shotguns and assault weaponry. Her favorite weapon is a custom built, 10 gauge, double barreled over-under semi-automatic shotgun with ten round clips. She always carries a serrated machete with her into combat, as well as a combat knife. Her second favorite weapon, when the arena allows it, is a nefarious combination of her own design that consists of a flamethrower attached to an industrial chainsaw. Both feed to an armored fuel pack on her back when she uses it. Otherwise, she is a proficient hand to hand fighter, and she always wears SAP glovesweighted and armored knuckles just in case she is disarmed. Weakness Ghouls. When she was a child, she witnessed her friends get torn apart by ghouls. Then later, she lost her parents to Ghouls as well. If she even sees them, it sends her into an uncontrollable rage. All tactics and reason are lost until she either kills the ghoul, or she is knocked out. Short Bio Bella survived as a child due to the help of a squad of soldiers from some distant country. The soldiers taught her town how to defend themselves, build defensive structures, and make their own weaponry from wasteland scraps. Over time the soldiers died off, and so did her town. Little by little ghouls and raiders claimed more and more until her family fell in front of her eyes. She was nineteen at the time. Being the only survivor she left, taking everything she'd learned to heart and using it to survive. She became a mercenary, working for towns and settlements for food and shelter. Until she heard about the arena. She doesn't care about city life, she knows she would have no place inside. So instead she volunteered to stay in the games if someone from the outside could go in her place if she wins. She chose a small girl that reminds her too much of herself. Also, over time, she has come to enjoy bloodshed and violence. So to her, the arena is the only place to be. Food, shelter, combat, and all the healthy young men she can handle. Notes Bella is by no means a stable person. Her trauma has left deep scars on her psyche, making her sadistic, masochistic, and bloodthirsty. She loves playing to the crowd and dragging a fight out for no other reason than entertainment. A personal vice of hers is cigars. She has quite a collection, and will often smoke them even in combat if she can get away with it.
Thread: corperate affair

Esmeralda arrived as she usually did on a Friday morning, at 745, so she could catch the elevator up to her office floor and get her cubicle set up for another day at the office. She walked with a slight bounce in her step. At 24, she was still young and full of energy. It showed in that she was not embarrassed to flaunt her youthful body, the way many of the older women became more modest as they aged. Esmeralda wore 3 stiletto heels and a tight fitting skirt with a matching coat that brought out her sleek and slender figure. Her shirt fit tightly over flat, taunt stomach, and showcased or rather, barely contained her enormous 38 E breasts. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail which complimented her evenly tanned skin. She strode into the elevator, and took her usual spot in the corner. She smiled a hello at all her fellow commuters who rode the same car at the same time, every Monday through Friday.
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Joseph stood in the back of the elevator, a sleek black briefcase in his left hand. The 49 year-old wondered why one of the younger guys was holding the door open. Then when Esmeralda walked in, he knew. Wanted to get close to those tits, he mused silently. Then again, he couldn't blame him. Joseph ran his free hand through his short, dark hair. A hint of gray was starting to show on each side, but that didn't matter. It showed maturity and character. After all, he kept his 6'3 body in shape. Most men his age can't say the same thing. He watched as the young man who had held the door open for Esmeralda tried to make conversation with her. Poor sap. He thought he had a chance with her. Many guys here thought the same thing, that they could smooth talk their way into her bedroom. Joseph couldn't help but smile. She was very attractive, he would give her that. But she also knew it, and wasn't afraid of showing off, judging by her outfit, and more specifically, her top. The smile was still on his face as they got to their floor, and the door opened. He would head straight to his corner office, a straight shot from the elevator and past all of the cubicles.
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Esmeralda was polite and cordial with the other workers, even the young man, about her age, who was trying to hit up on her. He was cute - in a boyish sort of way. But Esmeralda was a woman, and while little boys were charming and endearing, she wanted something a bit more manly. Now Joseph - there was something manly. Esmeralda had always felt a bit uncomfortable around her own age group when it came to sex. Most guys her age were too immature for her. Younger guys were okay - until they started getting uppity and fancied themselves more experienced and mature than they really were. Besides, Esmeralda had a younger brother, so younger men stimulated her natural maternal instincts - much to thier embarassment. Older men, like Joseph, however were different. They were by far more handsome, more masculine, and so much more mature. Instead of feeling she had to take care of them, Esmeralda felt they could take care of her. Of course, that was all a fantasy. Esmeralda never had a lover more than a few days older than herself, and that was because he showed a bit more maturity than normal and didn't look and act like a child pretending to be a man. But she sure wanted to take an older lover. She often thought of Joseph late at night, wondering what his hands would feel like on her breasts and her stomach. As she exited the elevator, she brushed past him and gave her usual good morning smile. To anyone else, this was routine, as Esmeralda always was bright and cheerful toward her co-workers. But for Esmeralda, this smile for this particular man was the closest she could come to flirting in a crowded, politically charged office.
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Upon her smiling at him, Joseph returned the favor and gave a friendly smile back. He had long ago noticed one thing about her. Most women had just a nice smile, but Esmeralda's was... attractive. It stood out from the rest. He unlocked the door to his office and hit the light switch upon entering. He sat his briefcase down on the floor, beside his desk, then hit the 'Enter' key on his keyboard to wake up his computer. He had several new emails awaiting his eyes, according to the notification on the screen. And he had a phone call to make. To avoid the noise of the cubicles, he went to close the door, and saw Esmeralda getting herself situated at her workstation. For a very brief moment, he watched as she moved around. Her sleek figure was graceful, her huge breasts moving along at their own pace, it seemed. Man, what it would be like to see those things, he thought. Before getting too caught up in the moment, he snapped out of it and closed the door. Time to get to work. An hour later, with his coat off, the phone call made, and halfway through his emails, he came across a message that required him to look through the files of the company server. It was a document that he knew Esmeralda and other members had worked on, but he couldn't find the proper folder it was saved in. Picking up the phone, he dialed her extension. Esmeralda, can you come to my office please? I need to know where you saved the Williams Bros. account goals information.
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Joseph was a worker just like Esmeralda was, but because he was older, he got a private office, higher pay, and a leadership position. Yet it wasn't the power, money and position Esmeralda liked about him if he was 20 years younger or a woman, Esmeralda would have loathed him. She dutifully came to his office, not merely because she had to or because she wanted to play the part of a loyal worker, but because she genuinely liked to see him. How can I help you? she asked, closing the door behind her and sitting down on one of the chairs in front of Joseph's desk. Without thinking, she reached to adjust one of her bra straps that had shifted as her oversized boobs shook inside a garment that was too small to fully contain them.
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He gave her another polite, friendly smile as she entered. Her feminine figure seemed to enhance his surroundings, and gave him a warm feeling. That feeling seemed to be emphasized as he watched her adjust her bra strap. He was more than happy to wait until she finished doing so. Again, he had to watch himself from getting caught staring. After all, he had worked his tail off to get where he was at. To see it go down the drain over a sexual harassment issue would've been devastating. Yes, I was just wondering where on the company server did you save the Williams Bros. account goals information. I looked through several different spots, but can't seem to find it. His eyes darted from her, to his computer monitor. Another couple of mouse clicks, and he shook his head. Can you show me, please?
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Let me see, Esmeralda said, coming around to Joseph's side of the desk. She knelt down next to him, and started looking. After ten minutes, she came up with nothing. That's wierd, she said. I could have sworn I had them put here when we were done. Maybe IT moved them or something. It has been a while... I still have the base data, so if we don't have time to search the whole server, we can recompile them. Of course, that might mean Esmeralda would have to stay late, on a Friday of all days.
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He moved his chair only a few inches to one side, giving her enough room to move her arms and hands as she worked the keyboard and mouse. Being together in his office, with no other people around, and with her kneeling next to him, he could easily smell what he thought had to be her perfume. Not too much, but just right, he thought. Placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, he said, Take a moment and use the search feature on my computer. If you remember the name of the file, type it in and maybe we'll find it that way.
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Good God, if somebody deleted that... muttered Esmeralda. She hesitated when Joseph touched her. She relaxed a bit under his touch - the mere thought of him being so close to her and having physical contact with her was thrilling. Then she returned to the task at hand. It was so easy, why hadn't she thought of it. She brought up the search function and typed in what she remembered as the name of the file. It took the system almost 10 minutes to comb through its records before turning up empty. Either it's been deleted, or somebody changed the name of it, she fumed, tensing up. I should have had another look at it, just to make sure no one messed with it. This is just great. What are we supposed to do go through each file and see which one it is?
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My meeting is Monday afternoon, and I'd like to have that information ready, he said. She seemed frustrated by her search coming up empty. But who could blame her? He felt that way many times when he was working his way up within the company at her age, and things didn't always go his way. Files mysteriously disappearing, computers going down, and people receiving promotions they didn't deserve were just among some of the things that got under his skin. His hand had remained on her shoulder, and sensing her frustration, gave it a gentle squeeze. He even unintentionally felt her bra strap through the thin material of her top. But then he turned serious. Come by my office at four, if you're schedule is free at that time. Bring the following documents with you, he ordered, and listed off several of the things she'll need to bring with her at that time. With any luck, we'll be out of here by around six or six-thirty. That way, your Friday night won't be ruined.
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As though on command, all the attack helicopters fired at once in a single salvo. Alexander could hear them. He could hear them swooping down upon the burning air base, strafing it with machinegun fire, missiles, and rockets. He really didn't have a chance to see anything - the cop was pulling him along behind her as they ran away. Then again, he didn't want to see anything. The dead lay everywhere - literally. Cannon shells had tore them apart. Those people who were still alive were struggling to get away. They stumbled over the wounded - the few lucky enough to get hit only with flying debris and shell fragments - leaving them to thier fate. Those moving too slow were pitched to the ground and trampled by more rutheless members of the crowd struggling to save thier own skins. It was survival of the fitest now. Being in track, Alexander could hold his own pace. The police woman was in pretty good shape too. Alexander stayed close to her. He could easily keep pace with her - maybe even pull ahead - but she had a gun, and something told him that was going to come in handy really soon. There were a few more explosions ahead of them, not from the air base. What looked like a cloud appeared in the sky from the west. Holy shit! he gasped, the first thing he'd said since the attack really began. He reached around, hooked his arm around the police woman, and pulled her down to the ground just as the cloud materialized into more escort helicopters, this time guiding a huge group of gigantic, two rotored transport helicopters like Chinooks on steroids and an even bigger group of attack helicopters another Russian model - Hinds, Alexander thought with small passenger compartments behind thier cockpits. They roared overhead toward the air base, probably - as Alexander realized - to land some sort of attack team. This isn't happening, Alexander said to no one in particular. This can't be happening! It shouldn't be! It can't be!