You wanted to go, 1-up, so let's go!

[Mallow-teh-Marshmellow]

Before we start: Sorry it took me so long to make this thread. ._.

Rules:
Posts must be 1-2 paragraphs long.
No healing.
No interference. This is 1-on-1.


I'll use Jason.

Jason

Age: 15

Clothes: A blood-red hoodie, pitch-black sweat pants.

Appearance: A 15-year old guy, Jason is slightly taller than everyone he knows. He has his hood on most of the time, which sparks suspicion in all who see or meet him. His eyes are a piercing ice-blue, that usually scare the crap out of everyone whenever he glares at people who annoy him. His black hair is usually short, and is naturally spiky.

Weapons: Metal poison-tipped claws attached to his hands that can shoot razor-sharp chains out of a hole near the bottom.

Most Devastating Attack: Jason is engulfed in shadows, turning him into a shadowy creature capable of creating fear into anyone he touches.

Alias: Hood

History: About 10 years ago, when Jason was 5-years old, an evil gang dubbed, "The Axe Gang", busted into his house at midnight. Jason's parents were the best fighters on the street, and were known to never back down from a fight, even if they may die. Jason was hidden behind a bush outside his house, while The Axe Gang viciously slaughtered his family. Screams of pain from his parents were heard throughout the neighborhood, yet no one came to help. Jason was forced to hear every scream, every cry for mercy. After what seemed for hours, the Axe Gang found Jason, cowering in his bush. The gang raised their axes, ready to kill the kid. Suddenly, Jason began being engulfed in shadows, and his height was increased 3 times more. The gang fled, except for the fool who wouldn't back down. As the member threw his axe at Jason with no avail, the creature ripped the idiot's heart out, MK style. The members watching the scene were absolutely terrified. 10 years later, Jason fashioned metal claws and burned them into his hands, then dipped them in deadly poison. Jason had enough of the Axe Gang.10 years after the incident, they came back, killing anyone Jason ever knew, or loved. He then decided to make a name for himself, and donned his now-famous blood-red hoodie, and black sweat pants. He was no longer an innocent boy. He was no longer Jason. He was Hood.

Alignment: Neutral; works on own terms, but will help anyone who is close to him.

And, I decided we'll fight in The River Styx. :) You go first.

[1-up Salesman]

Cool. But... River Styx? Can you describe it?

[Mallow-teh-Marshmellow]

^ Sure.

The River Styx: The river of the damned flows between two land masses, thirty feet wide. Spanning the river is a single bridge that was there since the river was first put into use. The bridge, stone and looking ancient, has survived the tide of the river for countless milennia. But be warned, the bridge is weak in some points, and parts of it are missing from previous... encounters along it. Rumor has it that there are also giant Rocs that live nearby and will eat any that remain by sunrise.

:)

[1-up Salesman]

Awesome, thanks. I shall post soon.