The Trans-Dimensional Colosseum (Sleeping)

[Ty Gwynnia]

Intro/Purpose

The world of Helias'Rion (Hey-lee-ahs REE-on) has long been a hub for the strange to gather, and not just from that plane. Selling, buying, hiring. All of these things occur between the denizens of Hel'Ri and the "Off-Worlders" as they are called. Whether by magical means or no, though more often of the former, beings from all over seem to find themselves drawn to it and the Bazaar. And the Colosseum.

Notorious for its bloody and unrestricted fights, the phrase "Not for the weak-stomached." is literally its motto. Fighters come to the arena for various reasons. Some may wish to prove their worth or to die in battle, and others may shoot for the grand title of Champion of the Arena. The title itself is one that commands respect and brings power, though the exact kind has never been specified. But...there are the fighters that don't enter willingly. Kidnapping, slavery, debt, blackmail or bribes. Whatever the reason, they have to fight. There is no other way out other than death, or becoming so incapacitated in battle that it could be considered respectful to let you live. Or mercy. But death is preferable to mercy in the Trans-Dimensional Colosseum.

Purpose:

Brought here by whatever means that occurred, you find yourself ushered into a room by a man. Upon entering, you see others there as well. Various feelings and thoughts pass behind your eyes as you look over all of the strangers. The sound of cheering, gasps, and crashes echoes around the stone walls of the room, but there are no windows or any other openings to reveal your surroundings. After what seems a long repetition of the door that you came through opening and others left in the room, the man that you saw earlier returns and begins to explain: You are all fighters in the Colosseum, and must work your way up to the top tier. Then, if you're still alive, you will fight the current Champion.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

Rules/Roster

Rules

By now the rules should already be understood: No god-modding, no puppeteer-ing unless permission is gotten otherwise or it's an NPC you made for a few posts, excessive swearing is fine by me as long as everyone else if okay with it, should romance occur it should only to be taken to light's out, have fun, and if you're going to be absent for a while please let us know. =3

I didn't include killing someone else's character because you should at least have permission to do so first or you both have been planning it. Be prepared to have a character die if something happens. Maybe it's to advance the plot or you got bored, but this is a gladiatorial RP and you can't keep dodging forever and if you're backed into a corner, think of something quick and have no regrets. =D

Roster

[I'll be working on this and tweaking it so that people don't just fight other players, but fight NPC's. The NPC's will be controlled by either me or another person other than the character fighting them, unless you just really want to show off.
As of right now, there'll be a preliminary round that only serves as a warm-up fight for your character. There's no danger of death or disqualification, and you don't have to kill the NPC. If you want to.]

Champion of the Arena: Zellik the Bloodtwisted
Staff (vendors, crew, ect...): Lyall (Caller of the fighters to the arena); Alpha [Player-controlled] and the Weeping Angels [NPC's] (Guardian(s) of the Colosseum); Evangeline (Cook)
Fighters: Milla Raven, Alothus, Olaf One-Eye, Nick Ashford.
Watchers/Visitors (meh):

NPC's
Preliminary/"Warm Up" Round NPC's:
Yeril Bladefist (Human rogue) - Defeated
Ash'va (Naga sorcerer) - Killed
Fermir Stoneheat (Dwarven warrior) - Defeated
Allen Taren (Demon berserker)

 

[Ty Gwynnia]

Character Skeleton

Copy and paste this and then fill it out. Please send all profiles to me by PM and titled 'Fight!'. And yes, there are alignments here. =D Make as many as you want as long as you want to, just keep up with them.

[b]User:[/b](Username)
[b]Name:[/b] (Character's Name)
[b]Side:[/b] (Good, Evil, Neutral, or a combo)
[b]Age:[/b] (How old they are or how old they appear to be)
[b]Gender:[/b] (Male or Female/Whatever)
[b]Race:[/b] (Anything your mind can think of, excluding giant robots.)
[b]Application:[/b] (Fighter [Champion's already taken, sorry], Staff [please put some sort of distinction of staff], Visitor [only if you want to].)
[b]History/Life:[/b] (Their past, also optional)
[b]Weapon(s):[/b] (Any weapons the character may use)
[b]Other:[/b] (Random stuff, personality, habits, and optional as well)
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture [Whatever suits your needs], description, link, etc.)

 

[Ty Gwynnia]

Accepted Profiles

1. User: Ty Gwynnia
Name: Zellik the Bloodtwisted
Side: Evil
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Half orc, half demon
Application: Champion of the Arena
History/Life: Born in a close-knit village, Zellik enjoyed the dreams of becoming a hunter like his late father had been. His half-blooded nature mattered little to the other orcs, and so he spent his days peacefully. However that was not to last for long. In his tenth year, raiders overwhelmed the powerful warriors, burning, pillaging, and taking a fair few as slaves. From then on, he knew hell despite his continual thoughts of freedom. Some of the people he knew were similarly abused or even sold off as the raiders kept up with their deeds. Zellik became reclusive, growing up into a bulky and large orc and bore many scars from the ill-treatment from his master. Inside, feelings of hate had begun to grow stronger by the passing day. One day he snapped and went on a rampage, murdering many of the raiders. Much to his regret, he was not able to kill his master and was punished with the removal of an eye. It was not pleasant. However having seen his potential, he 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 crowd. Then the title of Champion caught his eye, and the once kind half-orc bested the current holder. His master still held the hope of controlling his pet but Zellik, having tasted power, became 'free' with the shattering of his skull.
Weapon(s): A large bardiche; a throwing axe; his sheer strength; and matching black and red metal gauntlets. The gauntlets offer no protection for the palms of the hands or the fingers, and sport 7-inch long serrated claws attached to the knuckles. 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 often changes drastically from bloodthirsty to what his inner self could have been if not for his slave life.
Appearance: Tall and bulky, the size of Zellik's muscles often lull his opponents into thinking that he is all brawn and little brains. His skin is a rough grayish-green and scarred from beatings and battles. Two small tusks from his teeth poke up from his lips. His hair is black and reached the top of his shoulder blades but is kept in a tight ponytail. His ears are slightly pointed. 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 metal chest plate covered by a red and black tabard, a crimson cape with a normally upturned cowl, belt, dark pants, and thick leather boots. Across the tabard on a string hang the various skulls of his defeated opponents, including his old master's.

User: Ty Gwynnia
Name: Milla Raven
Side: Good
Age: 20-is
Gender: Female
Race: Banshee, formally human
Application: Fighter
History/Life: Milla doesn't remember much from her previous life aside from a detached family until her rebirth as a banshee. She prefers not to talk about that, though, as being undead still strikes her as strange and many times she forgets. That was how she was captured by an aspiring mage and entered into the Colosseum as a fighter in an attempt to win some gold. She figures that if she wins a few fights she'll be pulled out and sent back to her wandering.
Weapon(s): Chakram; her banshee scream.
Other: Milla is quiet and shy, preferring to keep to herself. Her fighting style is unique in that she fights as a dancer would, twirling and dancing whilst singing. She also tends to rhyme when she talks and will often trail off if she finds nothing to rhyme with.
Appearance: Milla

User: Ty Gwynnia
Name: Lyall
Side: Neutral
Age: Looks like a grizzled 30 or so
Gender: Male
Race: Gives the appearance of human
Application: Staff - Caller of the fighters to battle
History/Life: Saying to have hailed off-world from a secluded, mountain village that saw snow very often, that seems to be as much as he'll ever disclose to anyone. He arrived at the Colosseum on the eve of the previous Caller's death years ago and, despite his mysterious background, he was immediately granted the position.
Weapon(s): A bound grimoire that is kept in the form of an ebony hilted and silver bladed claymore; and a small dagger kept in the side of one of his boots.
Other: Lyall comes off as a distant and gruff man but not unkind. He enjoys tinkering with watches, as they are his hobby. He also seems to be one of the few people that is able to subdue Zellik when he gets out of hand.
Appearance: Fairly tall for a human with a lean build. Lyall has dark green eyes, short black hair and always seems to have a five o'clock shadow on his face. He wears a simple gray shirt, travel stained sable cloak with the hood down, belt, dark pants, and dirty boots.

2. User: transformersgirl13
Name: Alothus (Al- oth (like in sl'oth') E- us)
Side: Survival, so neutral, and a bit Evil.
Age: Unknown,
Gender: Male
Race: Talking Lion
Application: Fighter/mentor
History/Life: Alothus has been in the arena his whole life, he teaches the 'younglings' how to fight he takes them and trains them, there are rumors going around that he's been here as the Colosseum been up, teaching and fighting, he's been in hundreds, if not thousands of battles and takes Pride in teaching those less knowledgeable than he, his hied is like Iron and he doesn't play nice.
Weapon(s): Claws, Teeth, the normal for a lion
Other: has a deep gruff voice, and his roar can shake the entire Colosseum. He also likes making it known that he's one of the only talking lions by referring to the other lions as "My Brethren, whom cannot talk..."
Appearance: Alothus (He has a bit of Grey in his mane, is twice the size of normal lions has deep green eyes )

User: transformersgirl13
Name: there are many but the main one is most commonly known as "Alpha"
Side: EVIL
Age: N/A
Gender: Both Male and Female ones
Race: Weeping Angels
Application: Guardian(s) of the Colosseum, makes sure no one is able to leave.
History/Life: ...
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 1 Weeping Angel 2 Weeping Angels 3

User: transformersgirl13
Name: Rivera Black
Side: neutral/evil
Age: about 20 something
Gender: female
Race: shadow bender (looks human)
Application: Fighter
History/Life: Rivera is a skilled fighter and uses shadow magic to bend shadows to her will, but due to a combo battle with the Champ, Zellik, (her and Zellik were on the same team) her opponent had gotten acid in her eyes and thus she has been blinded, but not before stabbing her opponent through the heart. She is slowly but surly regaining her sight back and her magic is as strong as ever, but because of her blinded state, she can't fight until she proves she's up to par again but bu training with Alpha and the Angels...
Weapon(s): dagger, shadows
Other: she likes to bug Zellik because in the fight he was the one whom had taken her to the med bay (mainly because he was the only one who could pick her up and she not fight) she likes walking with the Angels and enjoys people
Appearance: Rivera (she has green eyes but has to wear bandages over them, and her cloak is a dark blue (3 shades darker than this pic), and she has black, shoulder length hair)

3. User: Strifer Garuwashi
Name: Olaf One-Eye
Side: Neutral
Age: Appearance of 25
Gender: Male
Race: Half Elf, Half Ogre
Application: Fighter
History/Life: Olaf was a slave bought and trained with the intention to be a fighter. He was captured at age five, and sold in the same year where he was trained in the way of gladiator style fighting. His master put him to the test in a colosseum on the world which he was trained, where he eventually rose to champion. In the final match he was cut across the eye losing the vision in it and leaving a large scar. For his hard earned victory he was granted his freedom, but having lived to know only battle he brought himself here to test himself against the other competitors.
Weapon(s): Olaf uses a Sica, a Gladius, which he keeps sheathed on each side of his hips while he is using a trident and net combo.
Other: He is very confident in his ability to fight, but does not taunt his foes unless taunted first. His whole reason for being in the tournament is to become the champion, and he will strive to do everything in his power.
Appearance: Olaf is tall and very well muscled. His skin color is very dark tan color from excessive time outside. He wears no upper armor, even when in battle, which shows off his various scars attained from battle. His hair is buzzed short, and is dark brown in color. He has a very large scar over his left eye, and the eye itself is pure white, denoting blindness. He has a short battle skirt to cover his nudity, and some roman sandals so he does not burn his feet on hot surfaces.

4.User: Rayne Engel
Name: Evangeline
Side: Neutral, but can do some downright evil "jokes"
Age: She just turned 21, so she pleasures in drinking every now and then.
Gender: Female
Race: Human with a hint of demon
Application: Staff: Maid to the warriors. She cooks and cleans. Keeps the place "tidy".
History/Life: She's never disclosed much about her past other than she was an orphan and didn't know her parents. Any further information she holds behind a small, devious smile.
Weapon(s): She has the magic she refers to as "spirit". She can weave fabrics of "air" and life and can cause anyone to feel bursting pleasure or immense pain.
Other: not much else to say.
Appearance: Evangeline

5. User: Strider Wolfheart
Name: Nick Ashford
Side: Good
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human mutant
Application: Fighter
History/Life: Nick never knew his parents. When he was born they put him in a orphanage. He kept hoping that one day they would return. He waited for 6 years and decided that they were never coming. That same year a man came to the orphanage by the name of Tekkata Iso. He was a martial arts master. He had come for a young man who would learn from him and be the one to carry on his mastery, he found Nicholas. From then on Nick trained day and night until one day his master was killed by the government for having mutant powers. It was at that moment that Nick found his powers. As he was laying by his dead master a sword appeared from nowhere and another and another until he had three swords surrounding him. He took up two and the other attacked of its own accord. That day he killed twelve heavily armed men with just swords. So now he is on the run. Fearing that what happened to his master would happen to him. Now he has found himself captured by some strange people, most of them not human. He has been forced to fight and he won't disappoint. He just hopes the competition is ready for him.
Weapon(s): Swords he can summon with his mind
Other: He can enchant his weapons with the powers of earth, air, fire, and water and can have four swords at a time.
Appearance: Nick  

[Ty Gwynnia]

Starting Post Spot

The arena of the colosseum could be said as brutal, gory, and distasteful. It was even shunned by many "do-gooder's". But that was what Zellik liked about it. The feeling of control that came with a weapon, the roaring of the crowd, and the thrill that the next swing could be either your foe's last or your last, was what he lived for. There was nothing else. There couldn't be anything else.
The cheering and yelling intensified as he raised a bent leg waist-high, then released the pent up muscles to slam into his opponent's gut. Despite the noise around him, he heard the bones of the lean elf's ribcage crack and give way a moment before the other male tumbled backwards. The grin on his face grew as he stalked to his prone form and with one movement, flipped the claws of his right gauntlet down and sliced the slender throat open.
Laughter roared out of his throat as he looked about him, reveling in the simple pleasure of survivability. There had to be nothing else.

Lyall glanced down at the list he held in one hand, then back at the faces staring at him in the decent sized room, torches in brackets flickering. The muted sound of yelling found its way through the wall and the door behind him leading to the smaller room before opening to the fighting space. Not all of the competitors that were on the list were in the room, so that meant some were either late or not coming. It didn't matter much to him, though, there'd be fights either way. "Any questions before I explain a bit more?" He asked aloud, his rough voice overpowering the cheering.  

[transformersgirl13]

Alothus gave a large yawn, he was lounging on part of the wall that jutted out, "Can we got on with it?" He growled, "My Brethren are hungry and getting impatient...." He had seen Lyall many times before, and chose not to let any emotions leak into his voice, keeping it level. He looked at the others in the room. "And i'm sure these young lings are ready for a fight." He laid his head on his massive paws, giving another yawn.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Olaf had been shuffled into the arena with out being bale to see much of the surrounding area, which was normal. He also missed nearly half of the sights due to his missing eye, which was normal and calculated for. It took only moments before he was among other warriors in a room, all of them of varying size and weight. All of them worthy opponents. A man, obviously no competitor came before the group, but his voice was hard to hear over the cheers of the crowd above. No doubt the champion was starting things off with an easy win. That was usually how most colosseums with a more permanent champion worked. Give him an easy fight to work the crowd, then let the others fight their way to him, for the real fight to begin.

When the man asked a question, Olaf opened his mouth to speak in response, but it was interrupted by a growl. A powerful growl that produced words. When Olaf turned his head to look he saw that it had been a lion that spoke, and not a small one at that. It seemed to refer to the warriors as younglings, but while Olaf was young in age, he was not in combat experience. He had been a champion on his homeland after all. He was Olaf One-Eye, the man who gave his own eye to win the champion spot as well as his freedom. But what truly was freedom? Olaf knew nothing save fighting. He could not learn to function with out fighting, he would never have had a normal life. Perhaps freedom was something beyond the dark skinned warriors perception. Something that had been stripped of him before he was able to think. The thoughts pierced his mind for a moment, but quickly vanished. "I have no questions." There was nothing for the former champion to ask. He knew full well what he was to do.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

The cheers of the crowd did not diminish as Zellik stooped down to grab the front of the corpse's shirt, using the dirty cloth wipe off his blades. For the duration of his and the elf's fight, only a few minutes in his mind, the half-orc had been disappointed in the fighting prowess of his opponent. Supposedly, the male had risen up past the other competitors, which meant that he was fairly decent at his trade of killing in return for reputation and money. What Zellik had realized was the the elf had been overconfident of himself, darting past the intentionally slow swings and wasting far too much energy in the process. Only when his throwing axe had grazed his shoulder, missing mostly on purpose, had the elf noticed his error.
Zellik sighed to himself at the thought of a wasted life. Wasted only in that his opponent had not given it his all until the very end, not that it did any good for him, however.

"True, Alothus, but not everyone is here because they want to be so I feel like asking is necessary." Lyall conceded the lion's point, though, with a nod of his head.

Milla raised a small, gloved hand up in the air and gave a timid cough for the man's attention."I have a few questions sir, or only one if you prefer." she said quietly, and it seemed that her already white skin paled a little when some of the other competitor's eyes turned on her. The man shrugged, indicating that it was okay for her to continue. "Could you maybe explain what will happen after each fight? I would like to know where we will spend the night, once there's an end to this...fun and the adrenaline done."  

[transformersgirl13]

Alothus lifted his head once again, as both the man and the young girl spoke, and thought about answering her question, but left it for Lyall to answer, since he did not know what it was for anything aside from his self, and he was sure it wasn't the same place, but you never knew, so he stayed silent.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

Zellik's throwing axe lay where it had made contact with the wall, yet another small chip to join the notches already marring the blade. He turned the weapon over in his hands, proud of the simple tool's 'loyalty'. It fit back easily into the strap attached to his belt, gleaming almost contently. As he marched towards the exit door in the wall, he touched one of the many skulls worn over his chest. Loyalty was something he was familiar with, although it had had a different name on it at the time.

"That's a good question, Milla. After each fight you will enter back in here through that--" Here, Lyall pointed to his left at the door a little ways down the wall behind him. "--door. Your opponent will have exited from a room similar to this one on the opposite side of the arena. Through the door behind you, the hallway runs straight to the exit with an intersection going left and right in the center of it, please don't think of trying to leave. To the left will be a wide rooms to relax, two different restrooms-genders respectively, and one for eating. The right has one large room with cots and bunkbeds for sleeping. Is that enough?"

Milla nodded her head, her dark purple hair moving to cover her equally colored eyes. She was done speaking, although Lyall continued to watch her with a calm and measured gaze until she ducked behind a larger person, breaking the eye contact.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Olaf listened as a female asked a question of the man, inquiring about lodges and such. His hearing allowed him to pinpoint her, though eh was in his blind spot and he turned his one good eye to her, the colorless eye following the movement, but seeing nothing. "You are assuming that you will survive the first fight. Such confidence will be your loss, and expecting mercy from your foe will lead to your demise." He spoke the words at a quiet tone so that she could hear, but as to not interrupt the man's instruction. When the instructor finished he leveled his eyes upon the female, which caused her to panic and duck behind another taller warrior. Such a thing made Olaf simply confused outright. It raised questions about her skill as a gladiator, at least in Olaf's mind. She was either terrifyingly powerful, or hopelessly weak. There was no way for him to tell at this point. Olaf moved both of his eyes back to the speaker, again waiting to simply get on with the fighting.  

[Ty Gwynnia]

Milla shivered, rubbing her arms, at the large man's words as the grim reality in them hit her. She wasn't supposed to be there in the first place, only doing this to hopefully please the wannabe mage into letting her go back to wandering aimlessly around. The chakram that hung from her belt was given to her as a weapon, but she doubted she'd be any good with it, having never used one before and only training a little by observing a few other wielders use them. She peered at him through her hair when he looked away, noticing the strange eye of his.

Lyall hadn't noticed anything unusual happen, though if he did he never hinted at knowing. "Preliminary's will be starting very soon," he went on after his pause, reaching into a pocket and checking his watch's time. "You only need to beat your opponent in this to show your worth. Killing is not necessary but it is not discouraged."

Zellik's big hand, covered with the dead elf's blood, reach out and grasped the handle of the door he'd reached. It swung open with ease thanks to his strength, although it did swing a bit too far to bang against the wall from the force he'd unintentionally used. He stepped quickly in and shut the door behind him, his right eye roaming over the newset competitors that would in all likelihood be facing him. Or, only a few, he thought with a chuckle.  

[transformersgirl13]

Alothus chuckled at the young girl, his ears perked up as Lyall talked of starting soon. "Finally..." Alothus growled, he stared as Zellik interned the room, he watched the champion with interest, he had killed many of his brothers. Yet Alothus his self had never fought him personally, and didn't wish to. Zellik was not one to mess with, Alothus watched him warily...  

[Rayne Engel]

Evangeline, while Lyall was talking to the warriors, had been in the kitchen located in the dinning hall where the winning warrior and the others would be eating tonight. She knew she needed to start the dinner routine, but it had been days since she had seen a battle, and she even just missed Zellik's fight because she was fixing up the cots. She heard the slamming of the door against a wall that sounded distant through the thick walls. Another victory for Zellik. She sighed and spun her fingers, pots and pans and veggies and meat flying around her, going to their destinations on the large stove in front of her or the counters beside. Evangeline knew Alothus' favorite, which was quick and easy, so she started on the broth for the others. If she could get this started, maybe she could catch the next battle. She crossed her fingers in hope as knives began cutting away, and the broth, being seasoned by floating containers of spices, started coming to a boil.  

[Strifer Garuwashi]

Olaf attempted to listen to the speaker as he progressed, but all thought was lost when the current champion burst through the door. The man's blood stained hand left a smear on the handle as he eyed Olaf and the other competitors with on sole eye. Same as Olaf. Olaf's sole eye stayed upon the warrior who had entered, for the man was the entire reason for entering. Olaf knew no life outside of battle, just as this man. Fighting was their life, their creed. The possibility of fighting the champion stirred Olaf's blood with excitement, but it did not show in his features. While the champion appeared to be a man of passion, Olaf was a man of mostly reason. It seemed only reasonable to keep fighting in a colosseum, as he knew no other life. A quick smell caught his nose, the aroma of food. "At least there will be food waiting for me, should I not meet my end." Unconsciously Olaf had spoken his thoughts.