The basic premise will be The Trans-Dimensional Colosseum v.2's premise, as it never got very far to begin with, sadly! Please refer to the plot/rules/information there for this roleplay, because I don't want to copy and paste everything again. XD
This will largely be a roleplay where you can drop-in or drop-out as you wish, character-wise, because really this roleplay exists mainly for transformersgirl13 and me. Both of us will be posting, but feel free to hop in if you want to. Just post your filled character profile in here and then you can join us whenever you feel like. Make sure to write your character out if you feel like leaving, or just let them exist and wander off to do random things.
[b]User:[/b](Username) [b]Name:[/b] (Character's Name) [b]Alignment tendency:[/b] (More or less their moral views) [b]Age:[/b] (How old they are or how old they appear to be) [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Race:[/b] (Anything you wish, excluding giant robots or overpowered races.) [b]Occupation:[/b] (I'm still iffy about this word, but this is whether they are a gladiator, part of the staff, or a spectator. The title of Champion is already taken) [b]History:[/b] (Their past; optional) [b]Weapon(s):[/b] (Any weapons the character may use or carry) [b]Other:[/b] (Random stuff, personality, habits, and optional as well) [b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture [Whatever suits your needs], description, link, etc.)
Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 11:19 am
Zellik the Bloodtwisted, the esteemed Champion
Name: Zellik the Bloodtwisted Alignment tendency: Chaotic Neutral Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Half orc, half demon Occupation: Champion of the Arena History/Life: Born in a close-knit village, Zellik enjoyed the dreams of becoming a hunter like his late father. His half-blooded nature and his demonic mother mattered little to the other orcs, and so he spent his days peacefully. Shortly after his tenth summer, raiders overwhelmed the powerful warriors, burning, pillaging, and taking who they could as slaves. His mother banished and unable to help him, and his father having died a year prior, Zellik and his adopted brother were taken. From then on, he knew hell, and dreamt of freedom. When his adopted brother was sold off, Zellik became reclusive, growing up into a bulky and large orc and bearing many scars from the ill-treatment from his master. Inside, feelings of hate had begun to grow stronger by the passing day. Another orc who had not been cowed by the slavers hatched a plan of rebellion with him. Sadly, the plan failed and resulted in the orc's death and the loss of Zellik's left eye. It was not pleasant. His master decided to take advantage of his natural ability to fight, and so Zellik was brought to fight in the Colosseum on Helias'Rion. There was his outlet for rage, and he reveled in the carnage and the roaring of the crowds. Then, the title of Champion caught his eye, and the half-orc reached for it. His master still held the hope of controlling his pet but Zellik, having tasted power, freed himself. Weapon(s): A large bardiche; a throwing axe; strength; matching black and red metal gauntlets. The gauntlets have 5-inch long serrated claws attached. Their bases are hinged and able to flip back to lay lengthwise up on the gauntlet when not in use. Other: Zellik enjoys taunting his opponents before tearing them apart, and doesn't seem to mind when he's covered in blood. When he's drunk, though, his demeanor changes drastically from bloodthirsty to calm, as per one of the two rules that demons are governed by. The other is complete control over him if any were to use his true name as a command. Appearance: Tall and bulky, the size of Zellik (and the fact that he looks like a typical orc) often lulls his opponents into thinking that he is all brawn and little brains. His grayish-green skin is more grey than green and scarred from beatings and battles. A small pointed scar shines out from his hairline above his eyepatch and second, jagged scar cuts up from along his jaw on the right side of his face. A third scar, almost hidden, is on the nape of his neck and looks to have been cauterized. Two tusks poke up from his lips. His hair is black, his hairline a widow's peak, and reaches the top of his shoulder blade kept in a tight ponytail. His ears are slightly more pointed than normal. His right eye is a bright red and he wears a black eye patch over his empty socket. Aside from his gauntlets, Zellik also wears a dark metal breastplate covered by a red and black tabard, a crimson cape, belt, dark pants, and thick leather boots. Across the tabard hang various skulls of his defeated opponents, including his old master's. These have been curiously enchanted to prevent any sort of pressure that may break them.
Kris Farthing, charismatic Announcer
Name: Kris Farthing Alignment tendency: Chaotic Neutral Age: Late twenties Gender: Male Race: Human Occupation: Staff - Announcer History: Declaring that he comes from an bustling off-world metropolis in a non-magical plane, Kris applied his street-smarts in the lower districts of the Bazaar quite effectively. He learned where to get the best grub and which merchants were dishonest, but the most important spot of information he learned of was who knew who. That, with his natural charisma, landed him the opportunity to interview/audition for the newest announcer at the Trans-Dimensional Colosseum. Needless to say, he thoroughly outshone and outspoke his competition, and now enjoys narrating the bloody battles. He also plunges headfirst into the shadowiest corners of the Colosseum's underground levels when he wants to know more about a particular gladiator or when the owners of the arena keep secrets from the information-loving man. Weapon(s): Kris doesn't have much in the way of weapons other than his charisma, but he does carry two daggers (one iron, the other silver) on his person at all times, and various enchantment or magic containing crystals and gems either on a string necklace or in the pouch on his belt. He's also well versed in the art of street fighting, and knows countless dirty tricks. Other: Like most of Helias'Rion's denizens, his quirks set him apart, and in this case it's his rushed foreign accent. He also has a penchant for taking a gamble, whether it's with his coins or his life. Appearance: Average height and wiry for his weight, Kris practically oozes a sly tongue that brings him up to the point of trouble and back to his safe standing. His green eyes always seem to grin, even when his mouth is not, and ginger curls frame his half-cherubic face. Dark colors tend to suit the man well but he never wants to feel vulnerable, so he wears supple leather armor beneath his clothes that barely hinders his movements.
Bruhoios Erunicles and Orik Shaleskin, the co-owners of the Colosseum
Bruhoios is a near 8-foot tall, dark gray haired minotaur whose deep cultured tones, well-spoken words, and finery set him apart from his bestial race. His black eyes peer out with the intellect bestowed among his peers if they're able to resist madness and he keeps his mane carefully groomed to fit the dark indigo and gold robes he wears over his muscled body. His stretching ivory horns are carved with runes and symbols of various origin, and the flashy circles piercing his ears as well as the rings set with valuable gemstones are more for show than anything else. Rather than throwing himself into battle, he prefers to use the arcane arts he has mastered instead. He lets Orik do most of the public speaking, retrieval of beasts and monsters for battles, and creation of events while he scouts for talent amongst the gladiators and plays in the political scene. Prefers fine wines to most alcoholic drinks.
Orik is a gray-skinned dwarf contradicting most of his partner's aspects. His hair, braided beard and head, and eyes are a darker steel grey than his skin, as is the lobstered armor he wears. Even his teeth are grey, a lighter shade of it. A brass nose ring pierces his nostrils. He wields an iron buckler with strengthening enchantments woven into the metal and a spiked mace to boot. The only color other than grey on his person is the russet tribal tattoo dominating the left side of his face. He is quick to laugh and offend, but also quicker to forgive than Bruhoios is. Ale is his weakness.
Lyall, the beast handler and part-time emergency medic
Lyall is a gruff, grizzled, man who doesn't say too much and wears a perpetual grim countenance on his face. Fairly tall for a human with a lean build, he has dark green eyes, short black hair and always seems to have a five o'clock shadow on his face. Beneath the mess of his hair, he sports pointed ears that leads others to believe he has elvish blood. His garb consists of a mail tunic, a cloth undershirt, travel stained sable cloak with the hood down, belt, dark pants, and dirty boots. A grimoire of spells is kept in its ebony-hilted silver-bladed claymore form. Lyall seems to be one of the few people who is able to subdue Zellik when the Champions gets out of hand.
User:transformersgirl 13 Name: Rivera Black Alignment tendency: neutral Age: she appears in her early 20's Gender: Female Race: Shadowbender (looks human) Occupation: Warrior History: Rivera comes from a wealthy military family, she has several years of military training. Her late father was a general and Rivera hoped to be like him one day. Rivera is an unwilling participant in the Colosseum, fighting for survival more than enjoyment. She was forced her by someone she called a 'teacher', she hoped to better this person in battle. she is a skilled fighter with a good heart. it took some time for her to get used to the Colosseum, making friends and telling stories. She doesn't often talk of home unless asked. Weapon(s): Her familiar Riven (looks like a wolf), her shadow magic, and occasionally a scythe, has several hidden knives and a hidden blade, occasionally a long sword. Other: Rivera enjoys telling stories and reading, she's easy to get along with, she likes wolves and likes to talk to people (she can talk about anything) she knows several different languages, she has a slight crush on Zellik, though she doesn't learn of it for quite some time. Appearance: http://www.absoluteanime.com/teen_titans/raven.jpg (she has green eyes that sparkle like Emeralds and shoulder length navy blue hair)
Riven
User:Transformersgirl13 Name: Riven Alignment tendency: Neutral/a brat (a lil' sh!t) Age: an adult Gender: male Race: Wolf Occupation: Rivera's familiar History: His past is Rivera's past, for they are connected. Weapon(s): teeth, claws, occasional magic. Other: Riven likes to get into trouble, he is Rivera's "gut instinct" at times and knows if she will like people before she does. He often acts the was he feels she will act towards them in the future when they first meet, he uses this to get on her nerves. he likes to pull pranks and sneak up on people. Appearance: http://www.mrwallpaper.com/wallpapers/Gray-Wolf.jpg
Weeping Angels, Guardians of the Colosseum
User: transformersgirl13 Name: there are many but the main one is most commonly known as "Alpha" Alignment tendency: EVIL Age: N/A Gender: Both Male and Female ones Race: Weeping Angel Occupation: Guardian(s) of the Colosseum, makes sure no one is able to leave. History/Life: Alpha, the head Angel, came to the Colosseum in its early days. The Angels are the oldest guards and the most straightforward. Alpha and many others tie themselves in the lives of the competitors to both fill them with awe and fear, letting them know whom is truly in charge; they will talk and tease, much like other creatures and many enjoy their fair share of pranks--all can and will be included in what happens, the Champion included. The Angels are also some of the stranger guards, and no one knows the true number of angels in the Colosseum save Alpha himself. Alpha is stern yet Kind and has a raging temper he doesn't usually bother to control. He has several smoke bombs on his person for quick getaways, Weapon(s): they are their own weapon, and can send people back in time. Other: they cannot die, nor be destroyed and love to scare people, when they are first seen they appear to be crying, but every time one blinks or turns away and looks back they appear to be closer without really moving... Appearance: Weeping Angel 1Weeping Angel 2Weeping Angels 3
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 10:25 am
[Beginning Thing:]
In the main lobby, there are large, orange banners hanging on metal stands placed in the middle of the room. Although one can read them easily enough from a distance, there is still a sizable amount of people crowding around each stand and staring up at the design. Two wyverns are depicted as roaring from the upper corners. In the middle of the banner are multiple symbols such as a sphinx's head, a bloodied axe, and a pit with spikes in the bottom. There are two separate lines of text at the top and the bottom of the banner that seem to shimmer on the fabric. Upon looking at the magical text, it appears to be of the reader's native tongue, or the most familiar. The upper text that borders the top reads: COLOSSEUM-WIDE EVENT. The lower text reads: Excitement! Violence! Intrigue! An assortment of gladiators and the Champion will face their toughest challenges yet a series of matches of wits, athleticism, and blood that will ultimately lead to the survivors facing a never-before-seen beast.
Rivera Black stood in that crowd. She wore a slight frown, her hood was up an cloak closed, hiding herself. Not that it was her intention to hide, but she also didn't want any attention drawn to her. She allowed someone to move in front of her, she had read the sign, and was contemplating on joining. She would undoubtedly be forced to, in truth. But she would wait and see what the next few days offered before she signed up. She just hope obstacles and beasts were all she had to fight. Fighting the champion was defiantly NOT on her list of things to do here.
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 6:33 pm
The double doors on the westernmost wall emitted a clear dingas the lift reached the ground floor. Out of it walks Lyall holding another stand for a banner and Kris. The announcer is talking excitedly with the beast handler, his own arms cradling a rolled banner to be attached to the stand after it is set up. His voice is loud and carries far in the already noisy lobby, but Lyall doesn't seem to mind his incessant chatter one bit.
Rivera heard Kris over the chatter around her and headed to he and Lyall. Kris was a likable talker, and Lyall, being the beast handler, had to know something about this 'mystery' beast that would be in the up coming fight. She moved through the crowd effortlessly, slipping in between or behind people. She pulled her hood off and allowed her cloak to fall beind her shoulders as she walked. "Hey guys." She said as she approached Kris and Lyall, "So what's the deal with all the flashy banners?"
Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 7:33 pm
"Ya've seen 'em, then?" Kris grinned and hefted the banner he clutched up and down as if it was a baby. "Of course she has." Lyall said, rolling his eyes at the announcer. He had an accent, but his words were short and clipped compared to the other man's. He adjusted the metal stand balanced on his shoulder so that it sat more comfortably. "They're placed everywhere in the lobby and they'll be hanging from the outside walls by this evening." Pff, spoil sport." Kris bumped Lyall gently with with rolled banner before he turned his attention back to Rivera. "Yeah, there's gonna be a new event comin' up! Poisonally, I'm pretty excited. I was thinkin' of askin' Bruhoios if there's gonna be anyone announncin' for any of tha matches that don't wanna, so that I can."
Rivera put on her best shocked face. "There are other announcers than you? I had no idea." she gave Lyall a wink. "Do you need any help with those?" she offered, if they said no that would be fine, but she'd help if needed. "So this new events gonna be big? Is it team battles or free for all or what?" That particular knowledge would help decide if she would enter or not. More or less.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 5:07 pm
"Right? But that's alright. I need ta rest up on my beauty sleep, after all. Kris grinned smugly, oblivious to the sarcasm in Rivera's voice. Of course, she was winking conspiratorially! Lyall smiled softly back at Rivera, then shook his head for the offered help. "We're fine, thank you." Kris adjusted his grip on the rolled banner once again. "Nah, I got this. This is nothin'!" He hid any discomfort he was having with holding the heavy tapestry and followed Lyall when the beast handler began walking off. "Big? It's gonna be bigger than sliced bread! It's gonna be huuuge! All sortsa battles, an' puzzles, an' maybe even a maze!"
Rivera smiled back and walked with them. "That big? Will it be a one day event or a multi day sort of thing?" Riven appeared next to Rivera, he rubbed on her leg as they walked and padded next to the three. "And will there be any fighter on fighter fighting? Like Colosseum members?" Her head tilted in question.
Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 5:56 pm
As Lyall lead them out of the Colosseum itself and began to put the metal stand together just outside of the main, wyvern flanked entrance, Kris set his own burden down out of the constant stream of visitors and sat down on top of it. "Oh, it's definitely not gonna be yore average event! I dunno how long it's gonna last, ta be honest wit' ya, I'm guessin' it's gonna last for at least a week, if not longah! What d'you think, Lyall?" Lyall, in the process of fitting one of the extending legs together with its second half, shrugged. "With the amount of preparation that's going on already, I'd have to say you're on the right track. I'm sure that there will be fighter-on-fighter matches to mx up the event, and of course the normal matches will be running as this one goes on." He frowned and flipped the metal tube over to the thinner end before sliding it in successfully. "Colosseum members are most likely, as well."
Rivera grunted, Riven plopped on the ground next to Kris and huffed, what a whiner. "And the, champion? The banners say he'll be joining us. Though i would have been surprised if he didn't." She said leaning on the wall watching the people go by. Some glanced at them, Rivera nodded to a few, but none came near.
"Well what do you expect? He does have a reputation to keep up." Riven stated, lifting his head up. "Besides, I'm sure he needs ore scary rumors about him."
Posted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 4:43 pm
"I wouldn't. Sometimes he doesn't do any of 'em. He's more of uh 'beat 'em up' kinda guy, in my opinion," Kris shrugged. "But 'e mixes it up once inna while." He slid off of the banner to the ground and leaned back against the heavy roll. He patted Riven's head friendily. Lyall fit the other two legs of the tripod banner stand together and wiggled them in their tubes, ensuring that they were going to stay in place. Then the beast handler stood up and stretched out the three legs and propped the stand up beside the entrance when there was a slow in crowd traffic.
Rivera nodded. "The banner says he'll be there, so fans will be expecting him." She leaned back and watched Lyall. Riven wagged his tail, happy. "So i'm just going to assume he'll be in it. Even if it's at the last stretch of the event." She folded her arms and sighed. He was one opponent she did not want to face.
