Gladiators

oh ok!
*goes to change some stuffs*

Maria~~~

A door clanked behind me and I ignored the gust of wind it shot at the gaping hole in my leg. I had one by an inch, more like a millimeter of luck and cringed at the other person's remains that were most likely being pulled off the multiple sides of the dome.

"You got moved Eris," A guard laughed behind her, "Good show!"

My mouth found a growl but it came out as a knowing squeak instead.

"What do you mean moved?" My body was simply a puppet.

"Different Cell, some newbs are taking yours since you were the only one left in yours," The faceless guard laughed, it was sick really.

My leg pulsed as he led me forward, towards a new cell's domain.

Phelix

Swiftly i shuffle to the left and his saber slams into the ground inches from my foot. Sand stings my eyes as i raise my spear above my head to block another blow. The sun sent thin beads of sweat trickling down my face. The next attack came and i parried, the swiveled my spear just enough the rip a chunk of flesh out of his right shoulder.

"Aahhhhhh" he yelled again in pain and his left arms grabbed the wound. My spear flashed forward to his midsection. The man sidestepped and brought his sword down, stopping the strike before it met him. I pulled it out from under and cut a gash into his side. I raised my spear to enrage the crowd and his sword found my thigh. White hot pain boiled up my leg, clouding my vision. Warm blood oozed though my fingertips. With one last strike, I through my spear, like back home, on the cool beaches of the Southern Isles, towards the unaware fish. The spear caught him off guard and struck him in the throat, punching clean through.The man stood, reeling,his eyes wide with surprise. Then with a gurgle, he dropped to the ground still. I struggled over and ripped the spear out of him and raised it in the air. Then all went black.

shoot.
i forgot about applying.
dangit.

have fun with it though! :]

no, we need more people, so join in. It just started.

Are you sure?
I don't want to come in, just as you guys are getting ready to start..

but if not, then sure. I'd love to apply.
Guy or girl? I can do either really.

ubmit your character profile. Doesn't matter gender. I doubt you even need to hurry. Its pretty slow starting off.

alright.
thankyou.
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What infinite said. Shoot, this is the easiest book yet! I don't have to answer questions! Joking. Anyways, I'm making a second character, because I want to post even if Bolt doesn't. Stolen, could you bug him for me? I'll make a discussion thread just as soon as I finish reviewing enough for my current post count.



Name: Aaron Owusu


Fighting Name: Pyro


Gender: Male


Age: 26


Birth/Ancestral Home: Southern part of Central Earth


Appearance: (African)

-Hair color, length: Black, buzz cut.

-Eye color: Black

-Height: 6' 1"

-Dress: Turtlenecks and long pants with tennis shoes. (I just have to say, blech)


Personality: Calm when calm, a demon when angry. Protective of his friends unless they hurt him. Think Incredible Hulk. Not a bad guy, he just a has a short, evil temper. He may seem a bit insane with his obsession with fire, but really, he's fine.


Likes: Things that burn (from paper to people).


Dislikes: Girls in a romantic sense, being told when or when not to fight.


Habits: Rubs the back of his neck when nervous/thinking.


Preferred Weapon(s): Flame gun, gasoline.


History: A second generation, nothing special, except for his unique fighting style. He was raised in one of the nurseries that raise gladiators away from their parents so no one gets emotional and had his first fight when he was eleven. In that fight, his neck was burned (second degree), and ever since he’s been fascinated with the destructive propertied of fire. His immunity was discover at the age of twenty two, and since he’s pretty much given up fighting, except for a really good price or at personal request.


Up for love?: Duh, of course!


Other: Wins most of his fights through burning his opponents.


Picture(s):

Aaron (only, you know, not like Will Smith)

**Yeah of course i can bug him for you! If you'd like to use any of my characters to bring yours in Texan go right ahead. I'm game for whatever. Oh, and I'm happy infinite will be joining us! By the way could we get a discussion thread going? I don't like leaving posts like this lol.**

**I spoilered the short gory part. Warning: Lengthy Contents.**

Saphira

She watched her opponent with curiosity. He staggered around, his eyes trying to focus on something, anything. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, like even lifting his weapon was tiring. Poor thing. Must have had a long day, she thought. Good. I’m tired, too. He’d win if he weren’t weaker than me. It’ll be fun to torment him.

She pulled out a pistol and aimed very carefully for the ground behind his feet. Bang, and he flipped around to try and find his attacker. Perfect. He’s disoriented. Another shot behind him and he turned again, this time charging her with a battle cry, staff raised to strike.

With ease she stepped aside, her opponent hitting nothing but air. What’s wrong with him? How could he survive this long like this? He sliced through her thoughts with a blow to the back. It stung like nobody’s business, but immediately she rolled as far away as possible before trying to get up. The place where he hit her was quickly bruising, and the pain screamed even louder her when she stood.

Sure, waiting a little longer to finish him would bring more tips, a larger pay, but she’d been hit. It was against the rules to actually kill with a bullet. That never stopped anyone from using other guns.

Saphira pulled her net gun out from one of her pockets and, grasping it with both hands, aimed at her half-insane opponent. One shot. One…

In the blink of an eye, the young man was tangled in a weighted net, struggling to get out. “One,” boomed the countdown. “Two. Three. Four…”

She looked to the screen as the word “ten” called out her victory. “Well, Chairman,” Saphira said with a satisfied grin. “Can I kill him?”

“That was boring,” called the Chairman of the tournament, sounding far from sober. “Give us some bloodshed!”

With a nod, Saphira brought out her dagger and turned to the loser. She knelt down at his side and wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead as the camera drifted over. “Rest in peace,” she whispered solemnly. “You’ll need it.”

Spoiler

And with that, her knife flew to his heart and tore through his torso, blood getting all over her hand and pouring out of his body. He screamed before silence and death crept over his face.

The crowd cheered through the camera, and the bell tolled the end of the fight. She got up, tired, yet restless, as the last of the adrenaline pulsed through her. Only a lifetime’s worth more, she thought, rubbing the back of her neck. I wonder what was wrong with him; he acted like he was on steroids…

Saphira hurried to the rest room to put something on her bruise as the speaker said, “Winner: Sapphire. Outcome: Death. Next match: Demitrius, versus Sapphire.”

As she gratefully sat down with a tube of medicine in her hand, a Gladiator came up to her and sat down on the bench beside her.

“Sapphire, right?” He said, smiling as he extended his hand. Saphira nodded as she took it. “Demi. I saw you take that hit.”

Saphira only nodded again. It was such a tiny hit, why was he talking about it? In fact, why was he talking at all?

“No matter what happens, have fun in this match,” he said like he knew he was going to win.

“I just hope they let me murder you,” she said with an evil grin. “Fight your best, I hate wimps.”

And escort came up to the two and took them to the next arena. This one was more of a jungle, with vines and everything. The countdown began. Ten… Seven… Five… Three… One…

Ding.


**Hope I didn’t go out of character with Desmond**

is it still too late to make a profile?

**No it's not we ARE looking for more people! PLEASE JOIN!
And Texan you got him just fine only he's not conceited.**

Demetrius

I had watched her plunge the dagger through his heart, a simple way to die. Much less painful compared to the other deaths i had seen happen to my dear friends. Sapphire seemed like a decent person. She definitely felt good about herself. Her dark hair fell into her sweat beaded face as she prepared herself for our battle.

Taking a big gulp of my water, the countdown began.

Three...Two...One. Ding.

I observed her as she bolted up in a boost of energy. She seemed full of herself but, I could be one to judge. Her hands moved to her weaponry.

Taking a hard grip on my dagger, but i hesitated. I was anxious to see what this girl could do, I knew i was good at dodging.

She went for it and drew her weapon and swung for my head. I ducked and sped to her backside, right as she whipped around I bashed her in the side with my bat.

Sapphire regained herself quickly and drew a knife, slicing through the air, I didn't dodge fast enough. Crimson started to pour out of my arm, it stung.

"Dang, so I'm guessing your not the preppy type." I muttered under my breath with a chuckle.

Name: Mattrim (goes by Matt( Cauthon

Fighting Name: Achilles

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Birth/Ancestral Home: Ireland

Appearance:

-Hair color, length: Dark brown, almost black, kept short, but long enough to get extremely messy because of the lack of care he has for it except for washing and conditioning it.

-Eye color: Light green

-Height: 5'9 (a little over average)

-Dress: Outside of combat he wears skinny jeans, normally in dark colors, a plain T-shirt and a jacket. Inside combat he wears pants that he designed. They are baggyish towards the waist, and tighter lower down, so as to provide optimal range of movement. His shirt is normally white, and covered in a wet-suit like top. He then wears a bullet proof vest over that.

Personality: Despite being in one of the worst environments he could be in, he still believes in honor, and he gives the upmost courtesy to the people he fights. If they use melee weapons, he does too. If they use guns then so will he. However he has developed a personality disorder. When in combat the side of him that just wants to win, and live comes out, and it is a monster to see (why he wears his mask, its symbolic to him). However he is different while he relaxes. He is an artist then. But the killer can always come out. Because of the drugs both sides conflict with each other now, and their arguments are slowly driving him crazy.

Likes: Likes warm drinks, music of all kinds (plays guitar, piano, and violin), likes physical activity, like soccer, likes good weapons the most though.

Dislikes: Dislikes stuck up people, the government, hypocrites, heavy metal bands, people who make situations bigger than they are, and people who try to control him or others.

Habits: Tends to play piano on his leg while he waits, Other than that he has none, except for making sure that his weapons are always in the best condition.

Preferred Weapon(s): He uses a wide variety of weapons. He has two pistols and a rifle that he carries, as well as a vast array of knives, and a short sword styled after the greeks, thats how he got his name.

History: He had been a soldier all his life, but he was taken at twenty one to fight in the gladiator battles. It seemed that no one cared he had done service to protect them, they only wanted a good show.

Up for love?: Sure

Other: Really wants to escape and take the government down, but he realizes that he can't do it alone. The drugs affected everything about him, but affected his speed more than anything.

Picture(s):

Him
His armor, and he wears the mask (one on right.

Phelix

i awoke with a start. My hand instinctively reaching under my pillow for a knife. Then i relaxed as i saw that nobody was there. My leg was killing me. It felt as if somebody had just poured a pot of boiling water on it. Slowly, i edged my way off the bed, and staggered onto my feet.

The only comfort i felt was that i wouldn't have to fight again for a day at least. But that against the feeling my leg was on fire, it didn't help much. I limped over to the edge of my room, or cell. My hands brushed against the cold metal bars. People walked by. Most of them screaming, as blood gushed out of their open wounds. But few walked upright, and proud on thier way to their room. I hoped that would be me.

"Phelix Stark, to arena 2!" a voice boomed over the loudspeaker. My face paled and my mouth dropped open. It couldn't be true, not this soon! But it was true, a soldier strode up to my cell and unlocked it.

"Its your lucky day!" He said with a smile of malice. My head slumped, and i started my walk to certain death.

*Somebody want to fight me?*

**Wait a minute. Is Matt on the drug? That’d be so cool, no one else is. And great profile, I could understand what exactly had happened in his life.

Also, I’m a bit confused. Is Phelix… What is Phelix? It looks like he’s a part of an organized arena, as in, legal. It’s fine if he is since I don’t think he’s been drugged, I’m just lost.**


Saphira

One little bitty cut. It didn’t matter, yet. He had to bleed a while, but that could take forever, taking in the size of the cut. He stepped back, clutching his wound but not raising his weapon. “You going to attack any time soon?” she asked in jest.

“Probably,” he replied, watching her intently.

The two continued, circling each other, running back a little ways, attacking here and there, until the half hour bell rang. Saphira was exhausted. She’d been fighting all day, and was amazed that she even able to breath with all the wounds she had accumulated. Her upper arm was slit to the bone, the bleeding only stopped by instant-skin and a tight bandage. Of course, that was where Demetrius’ bullet pierced and tore open.

She gasped in pain. It was bleeding again, the warm fluid running down her arm, dripping to the ground. Her hand flew to clutch the wound, dropping her dagger in the process. By the time she got her focus back, Demi had pushed her to the ground and pressed his knife to her throat. Blood came there, too. The countdown began. I have to get back up, she thought. I can’t lose now.

As she fought to regain posture the numbers ticked away to her loss. Five. It was useless. Four.

“Just kill me now,” she said through clenched teeth. “Let me die during the fight. Please…”

“I can’t, you know,” he said.

The crowd cheered when the buzzer rang his victory. She looked up at him with questioning eyes. What did he want to do? Ask to kill her? He gazed down at her with an emotionless stare that hid all thoughts. The chairman spoke through the camera that followed them, but she barely heard it. What a strange gladiator.






Head count:

Spoiler

Girls:
Saphira “Sapphire”
Ariana “Adonia”
Maria “Eris”



Guys:
Desmond “Demetrius”
Phelix “Quicksilver”
Aaron “Pyro”
Mattrim “Achilles”