War Games

plot: Alright for once I'm going to try something different, rather then a storybook where the characters all have supernatural powers this one will be slightly different. It is the year 2053 and the story is based in New York city. At the time the place is supposedly controlled by the police force. But underneath the polish lurks a deadly turf war. At this time martial artists from all over the world begin to gather in New York.

They are all different, with unique backgrounds, personalities, and lifestyles. Masters of their own martial arts style, unique truly to them, they share one thing in common. Whether man or women, they are people born in the wrong era. Warriors who care nothing for the laws of society, who forever seek battle, who thrive on conflict. They are outcasts, feared for their abilities, talents, and morales. But, in a another time, in another place, they would have been heroes.

Slowly the warriors are drawn into a new war. And as time moves on, events begin to slide further and further out of their control. The darkness begins to move.
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rules: The typical stuff applies here. No god-moding no killing off characters without permission that stuff. and you are limited to two characters.
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character: please follow this character profile.

name-
age-
gender-
appearance-
personality-
background-
style- (just list your fighting style here. And whether its orthodox (karate/judo/aikido/etc...) or forbidden (basically untainted martial arts, styles that remained unchanged since the feudal era, designed for killing), if you want you can make a style up.)
reason- (just say why you're in New York.)
other-

*like usual the storybook will start once three or four people join, at that time I will also post a DT.*

name- Seda Isani
age- 16
gender- male
appearance- http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p80/ ... nk_guy.jpg in height he's just over 6 feet. The dragon is a birthmark that all first born children in the Isani family have, it is not a tattoo.

personality- Seda is one of those people with a volcanic personality. Stubborn, reckless and competitive in the extreme. Extremely loyal to his friends. A short temper and slightly naive, sarcastic and a smartass. He is prideful and arrogant, but curious about the world around him. A cunning tactician, Seda has his own, very strange honor code, and will follow it even when it clashes with the rules of society. A bad liar. Has the tendency to follow his heart before his head. The type who likes to fight for the sake of fighting and is constantly looking for strong rivals.

background- The only successor to the Beast Arts style. His father taught him the more dangerous forms (Wolf/Eagle/Tiger/Dragon) to him at a young age, even knowing the massive strain the style would put on his young body. When his grandfather learned of this he took custody of Seda. His Grandpa was then left with no choice but to teach Seda the less lethal Beast Forms (Deer/Fox/Bear/Monkey), and limit him to only using them until his body stopped growing. His grandfather died two years ago, and until now he has kept his promise with him (but probably only 'cause he hasn't found someone strong enough to use the more lethal forms against). Seda has been making his way in the world as a bodyguard for hire. He'll do anything, for the right price. But it should be noted that while his skills can be bought, his loyalty can't. Grew up almost completely isolated in the mountains, so he is very awkward around girls. Seda is considered a genius in the world of fighting, with his grandfather dead and his father MIA, he is only the living practitioner of a style that is said to take a life time to master.

style- Beast Arts, Forbidden
reason- has heard rumors that his father may be in New York, considers them unfounded but went to check them out anyways.
other- up for love

Question: You say martial arts--do you mean strictly unarmed, or can it be a martial art using a melee weapon? I only ask because it affects my choice of character. Let me know ASAP, please ^_^

*like I said its a you can make it up, so if the weapon is integral to the style then go ahead.*

Name- Rori Delanu

Age- 17

Gender- Female

Appearance- Short tawny hair cut messily and held back by a black bandanna, doe brown eyes. Five foot four with slightly sun touched skin, lean from all the training. Built for endurance.

Personality- Rori is very humble and doesn't go out of her way to antagonize people. She's the one who'll sit and listen and do what is needed, no more no less. She seems to have everlasting patience but there are a few thing's that'll dent her armor. An incredible liar and secret holder, earning her the place among the spies. Can switch from a follower to a leader on a dime.

Background- Rori lived in New York her whole life, learning thicket from the local masters. She lives with a small gang called Butterfly, known for thievery and stealth. None of the Butterfly members have ever been caught in a crime. When Rori joined the Butterflies she passed with flying colors and is now one of the mechanics and spies for the group. She usually practices Thicket with the rest of the Butterflies who've adopted the method as their own fighting style.

Style- (This is made up) Thicket: a style of martial arts designed after thievery and pickpocketing. Was made as a mostly defensive martial art style. It uses speed and subtlety to attack and defend with a minimal amount of warning. Once the 'thievery' or whittling down of power tires the opponent, the user traps the opponent and kills him; thus the name Thicket.

Reason- She's lived here her whole life.

name- Natsuki Takaya

age- 12

gender- female

appearance- http://dejichan.deviantart.com/art/BLEA ... a-16425562

personality- quick witted, stubborn, happy-go-lucky, has a huge temper at times, never likes to stay still for long periods of time, is friendly and outgong, and is incredibly competitive

background- Even though she is young, she is very strong for her age even if it doesn't seem like it. Ever since she could walk she was taught the Gentle Fist martial art. Her parents like traveling and she has gladly moved from one place to the other. They have recently moved to New York. Natsuki spends most of her time outside because she like to wander.

style- (I'm not sure if this is made up or not) Gentle Fist: this style of martial art requires a lot of quickness and agilely. When fighting the person barely touches the opponent, for this to work they have to hit the person directly on their pressure points. This martial art takes years to master, but is very effective in fighting. It doesn't need much strength since your not actually hitting the opponent. The fighter moves at a lightning fast speed when using this martial art.

reason- has recently moved to New York

name-Chris GreenGrass
age-23
gender-Male
appearance-7:00 shadow, black hair, Dead black eyes and white.
personality-Very serious, kills anything in his way.
background-Very Misunderstood
style- Skilled in the art of Hapkito, He is very defensive and really only attacks when attacked.
reason- He's in New York to live the American dream

OOOh, this one is vaguely interesting. ok, im in.



Name: Marcus Anderson

Age: 23

Gender: male

Appearance: medium, black hair, wears a tan leather jacket, if you want a picture, look at my profile. ( I look like Cat Stevens)

Personality: Looks can be deceiving, this guy is mean... if you get on his bad side, you STAY on his bad side, but if your on his good side, he treats you good. loyalty is the name of the game, if you are loyal, you can get away with ANYTHING with him, but if you betray him, he will kill you, or die trying. do this day, no one has betrayed him and lived.

Background: Was born and raised in Cabrini Green, Chicago. learned to fight on the streets, where constantly, he was forced to kill, just to survive, his fighting is as vicious as himself, for the term "honorable fighting" is meaningless. when he was 16 he was adopted into a gang, and since then raised himself to leadership of the group. he has moved to New York,

Style: "Mortvi Non Mordant" (made up, Latin for Dead men tell no tales) Vicious, violent, goes for the kill or maim. will utilize any weapons available. the style focuses on adaptability with the environment around them. as well as avoidance of authorities, or adversaries that are stronger than them. their fighting style is loosely based on both Tae Kwon Do and Judo. especially effective with heavy blunt objects, including tire irons, cudgels, baseball bats, crow bars, or pipes, and small sharp weapons, switchblades, carving knives, daggers, and razors. each member carries at least one straight razor and a switchblade, at all times. but everyone knows teeth can be just as effective...

Reason: Left Chicago to escape a murder rap, he was involved in the murder of a wealthy business man, who thought to cheat him. but the authorities suspected him, so he skipped town, and headed to the big apple.

Other: whatever.


ok, i dont know if this is what you were looking for, but this is what ive got.

*alright we can start anytime.*

Seda-

The gambling den was thin, smoke drifting along the ceiling obscured light. Seda leaned against the wall, arms crossed gaze drifting as he studied his surroundings. Rumor had it that someone was going to kill the boss of the Black Triad gang tonight.

Patiently Seda waited for the killer to step into the trap.

*this position can be taken by anyone.*

*yay! *

[Natsuki]

"How much is this?" she asked, pointing towards a bag of chips.

The old man behind the counter looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "Where's your parents little girl?"

"I think their at the mall... Maybe at home?" Natuski shrugged. "Anyway, how much is this?"

"You should really be with your parents-"

"Please don't make me repeat myself for the third time. Just tell me how much these chips are."

"They're just a dollar, but we need to-"

"Hey thanks mister!" said Natsuki, running out the door.

The old man watched her leave, shaking his head and mumbling something. Natsuki ran to the first building she saw. The smell of smoke floated above her, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust.

A man around the age of 20 or 30 walked up to her. "You don't belong in here," he said calmly.

"Whatever," Natsuki rolled her eyes. "I can go anywhere I feel,"

The man sighed and grabbed her hand, he began to drag her outside. She took her free hand and jabbed his arm. He winced in pain and let her go, retreating back to a group of guys that were all looking at Natsuki.

"I didn't even see her hand hit you! Don't tell me your afraid of a little girl!" one said, walking towards Natsuki with a smile. "Now come on, you shouldn't be in here,"

"I'll be right out, I just want to look around,"

"No, your too young to be in here." he grabbed her arm and began to escort her out of the door.

"Persisten bunch..." she mumbled, jabbing him in the gut.

The man stumbled backwards and walked away from her just as the other had. No one else tried to take her out of the building. Natsuki smiled to herself and shook her head. Other people would glace at her, or watch the young girl wander through the building. But no one tried to stop her.

A boy with a dragon shape on his neck leaned on one of the walls. His eyes were scanning the room, but he didn't seem to notice her. Natsuki walked up to him and tugged on his sleeve to get his attention.

"Why is there a dragon on your neck?" she walked to his side to get a better view of it. "It's really cool, is it a tattoo or something?"

Seda-

It was funny, the way people underestimated the kid just because she was a kid. She used that to her advantage. He smiled down at the girl, she wasn't the target, more likely a skilled fighter who had let curiosity get the better of her.

"It's a birthmark, not a tattoo. So what's a girl like you doing in an illegal gambling den?"

She scowled at him. "You're not going to tell me I'm too little to be here to, are you?"

Shaking his head he went back to watching the crowd. "No, I'm just curious."

[Natsuki Takaya]

She shrugged. "I dunno, boredom? What are you doing here?"

"Nothin much, just looking for someone."

"Who?" the boy didn't answer, just shake his head no.

Natsuki smiled, not really caring if she got the answer or not. It didn't really matter to her.

"You know what?" she said, her eyes not leaving the birthmark. "That dragon reminds me of the name Isani."

name- Rei

age- 17

gender- female

appearance- short hair, baggy clothes, looks much younger than she is. She's often mistaken for a boy

personality- Aware of everything, but still bored, she's always looking for something new that might entertain her. Despite this, she prefers the company of people who are blunt, cold or withdrawn.

background- she's from an upper class, happy background, and when she was accepted into a school for wizz kids she ran away and bought the cheapest plane ticket she could find - a six dollar, last minute, one way, to new york.

style- slightly stronger than average, nothing special, but she's powerful and fast, and can put up with ridiculous amounts of pain. Her main techique is to endure until she can get a really good hit in, and makes it count.

reason- Cheapest plane ticket.

other- The background to her fighting is that one day some outsiders where picking on kids at her school, which was when she got into her first fist fight. Fighting is the only thing that challenges her senses and keeps her entertained. Because her habit was a secret from her parents, she became well known in the underground world of fighting and martial arts, though she never got a chance to study anything in depth.

Name: Jefferson( jeff) Bates
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Blond hair, Brown eyes, Asian desencnent.
Personality: a NYPD police dectective. He is often freindly and calm in many things and is known by convicts as ' Doc' for his strange ability to help people squeeze the truth out with just a few calming words.
Backround: Started off as a police officer at the age twenty and after a murder which he managed to capture in 50 minutes, he was promoted.
He grew up in New york for all of his life.
Style: A Middle east fighting teqnique. Basiclly fight to defend and is mostly freeform. He is quite good at it and is a instructor for the gym.

Other: took to fist fighting when he was disarmed by a local gang and saw two of his fellow officers get shot down right in front of him.
He is married to June Bates.

<Rei>

I don't know if you've ever been to New York, but oh my gosh that place is huge!

I walked with my chin up, trying to calculate how high those buildings went. They where like towers of dominoes just waiting for a strong enough wind to tip the first. Several times people bumped into me, muttering comments. Some I ignored, others I could barely understand. I always thought American-English was at least something close to English-English.

I'd been wandering for at least four hours, my stomach rumbling after already demolishing the sandwiches, shortbread and riceballs I'd brought with me. I was then faced with a potential problem.

I had no American money... I had no British money either...

My ears locked on to that word that always made me smile.

'...Going... Fight... Triad...' That was enough. Street fights? Pay, money, maybe? I needed money. I needed food.

I followed the deep voice towards a building that one probably would never find unless they already knew where it was. From meters away I could smell the smoke.

This couldn't be a place with much class, which was always a preferance.