Fernando Guerrero is my newest character. He needs testing.
This will be a four way free-for-all. But, only your newest character may be used and it would be prefered if you have never used him/her/it before. The battle will start as soon as we have a fighter, but the other two can join in whenever.
Basic Gunjin rules.
We fight in an old abaondoned bull ring. If anyone doesn't know, that's where they held bullfights. It suits my character.
Fernando says, "Venido y hágame frente si usted se atreve."
^Not part of actual battle.
New Characters Need Testing, Ya Know.
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Alex
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OoC: He's actually on page 11. I checked. Just making sure you know from now on.
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The bull ring was vaccant and quiet. No one had been there for years. It had once been filled with spectaors cheering and hollering as matadores and bulls clashed together. Now it lays dormant. But, unbeknownst to anyone, an epic battle was about to take place. Anyone who would have been visiting this old arena could have sworn heard the Spanish music proclaiming the warriors' entrance.
A young matador, Fernando Guerrero, walked into the bull ring and looked around. He saw no one, but knew warriors were coming. He brushed off his cape and threw it across the bleachers that were above him. He drew his Espada Ropera and stood in a noble fighting stance, awaiting his opposition. Fernando knew they were close.
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Wow, I could have done alot better than that. This is why I usually let others go first.
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The bull ring was vaccant and quiet. No one had been there for years. It had once been filled with spectaors cheering and hollering as matadores and bulls clashed together. Now it lays dormant. But, unbeknownst to anyone, an epic battle was about to take place. Anyone who would have been visiting this old arena could have sworn heard the Spanish music proclaiming the warriors' entrance.
A young matador, Fernando Guerrero, walked into the bull ring and looked around. He saw no one, but knew warriors were coming. He brushed off his cape and threw it across the bleachers that were above him. He drew his Espada Ropera and stood in a noble fighting stance, awaiting his opposition. Fernando knew they were close.
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Wow, I could have done alot better than that. This is why I usually let others go first.
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deathscythe
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I think I'll use him if you dont mind. forums/346800-post255.html
I'll post my entry when it's ok'ed.
I'll post my entry when it's ok'ed.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
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Being awakened from a restless sleep, and arising from the ground, a body being reconstructed, emerged. He appeared to be in some type of area that he had not seen before. Sand flew in his face, and he closed his eyes and squinted. He was Eff, and he had raised from the dead once more. Sweat started to drip from his head, all the way down his face. Eff had become used to the coldness, and was now in a very warm environment. One suitable for bulls apparently, as one brushed passed him, barely not hitting him, causing certain pain. But Eff was lucky enough not to get hit by it.
Eff looked around, and realised he was in some sort of old arena, and didn't know what to expect. He walked forward to check things out, but only got a few feet, and realised that a few yards away a large sound of collapsing ruins was to be heard. "What the hell" Said Eff to himself, his spirit stirred inside him, as the body he was using couldn't only take the heat for so long, but lucky for him, a breeze came in. As Eff stared into the old arena, he could tell it was used for some competition. If this Arena was abandoned as he had expected than why would there still be bulls. But from what Eff could see, it could as well have been abandoned, because there was only that one bull.
He watched the bull tuck on a weed, he took a step back, and found himself against a wall. He looked around, and saw that it was in fact not a while, but a large fence, that could apparently be lifted, to let something out. The area intrigued him, so he continued on. He came across, bones, bones of some one who had apparently had each limb riped from him, because the bones were scattered, all across. He than heard a sound, from a far corner of the room, and he realised he was not alone. He ducked behind a rather large stone to hide, "i thought this was abandoned" he said to him self.
There was another sound, than another. Whatever it was it was moving, and Eff raised his sword to his side. The arena was rather large, so he knew he could find some where to take a fight. He didn't know however, what the thing was, that he was being stalked by. If you can call it stalking, as Eff was risen from the grave, for a reason, he didn't know yet. At the same time as getting a bit weirded out by this, he was also exited, it had been a while since he had a good fight, and he was now hoping for one.
Arising from the ground Eff yelled "Come out, and face me!" he yelled.
OoC: I can adjust the size of my post for your comfort.
Eff looked around, and realised he was in some sort of old arena, and didn't know what to expect. He walked forward to check things out, but only got a few feet, and realised that a few yards away a large sound of collapsing ruins was to be heard. "What the hell" Said Eff to himself, his spirit stirred inside him, as the body he was using couldn't only take the heat for so long, but lucky for him, a breeze came in. As Eff stared into the old arena, he could tell it was used for some competition. If this Arena was abandoned as he had expected than why would there still be bulls. But from what Eff could see, it could as well have been abandoned, because there was only that one bull.
He watched the bull tuck on a weed, he took a step back, and found himself against a wall. He looked around, and saw that it was in fact not a while, but a large fence, that could apparently be lifted, to let something out. The area intrigued him, so he continued on. He came across, bones, bones of some one who had apparently had each limb riped from him, because the bones were scattered, all across. He than heard a sound, from a far corner of the room, and he realised he was not alone. He ducked behind a rather large stone to hide, "i thought this was abandoned" he said to him self.
There was another sound, than another. Whatever it was it was moving, and Eff raised his sword to his side. The arena was rather large, so he knew he could find some where to take a fight. He didn't know however, what the thing was, that he was being stalked by. If you can call it stalking, as Eff was risen from the grave, for a reason, he didn't know yet. At the same time as getting a bit weirded out by this, he was also exited, it had been a while since he had a good fight, and he was now hoping for one.
Arising from the ground Eff yelled "Come out, and face me!" he yelled.
OoC: I can adjust the size of my post for your comfort.
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,