SWRPF Archive Colosseum: The Arena

Welceom to the Arena ladies and gents. Here one can test their skills against another in one on one combat. There is no real story background to this so anything, with in reason, is welcomed.

But this is no ordinary arena. Every so many meters are hidden traps and devices of both organic and inorganic weapons. They can range from borish jelly spitting turrents to mini-blaster cannons to assassin droids to feriocious man eating red cougars! These traps are activated by a warm and living body that step within their sensor range which varies from twenty meters to one meter to hundreds of feet. So be careful where you step for you may cross the border into disaster!

In this arena only melee weapons such as amphistaffs, lightsabers, knives, etc are allowed. Projectile or range weapons such as blasters or plasma guns are prohibited, that includes the poison venom from amphistaffs.

I will not game master this except when people god moding and I only do that if it is brought to my attention. In the case that I or my oppenant is breaking the rule, the Zebra Stripes will be handed over to another to judge.


Rules
1. No God Moding, Force-Users included.
2. No Range or Projectile Weapons
3. Players can not post oppenants damage.
4. Players must post damage in accordance to the attack made upon them.
5. Players can not post the death of others.
6. Players must admit defeat or death when there is no possible and reasonable escape or if a fatal injury prevents escape.
7. All players must oblige by their character profile when playing. Failure to do so will result in expulsion from the game.
8. Character Profile Sheet must be filled completely.
9. Force-Users are limited to two attempts per ability.
10. Player Inventions are prohibited.

Character Profile Sheet

Character Profile Sheet must be filled completely to play

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Species:

Appearance
---Height:
---Weight:
---Eye Color:
---Hair Color:
---Skin/Fur Color:
---Other: (scars, tattoos, goatee, beard, bad hair/fur cut)

Personality Traits: (is the character intelligent, implusive, rash, terrible temper, etc)

Habits: (smoking, drooling, picks nose, gloats, etc)

Strengths
---Agility: Above-Average, Average, or Below-Average? (means dodging)
---Brawn: Above-Average, Average, or Below-Average? (means strength)
---Intelligence: Genius, Above-Average, Average, Below-Average, or Just Plain Dumb?
---Speed: Above-Average, Average, or Below-Average (means running)

Talents: (martial arts, painter, boxer, marksman, swordsman, etc)

The Force:
---Yes or No? (if yes, fill out the following)
---Sith, Jedi, or Rogue: (rogue=both sides)
---# of Lightsabers:
---Lightsaber(s) Type: (double, single, extended, scimatar, etc)
---Lightsaber Color:
---Force Rank: (Apprentice, Knight, Lord, Master, etc)
---Force Abilities: (Must oblige with Rank)
---Force Weakness: (Everyone has a weakness, Corran Horn i.e.)

Weapons: (Melee only)

History: Give a brief background to your character.

 

Ok, here we go.

Name: Nithrak Domain Tewl
Nickname: Nithrak, NT
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Yuuzhan Vong

Appearance
---Height: 6'6"
---Weight: 300 lbs.
---Eye Color: Orange
---Hair Color: N/A
---Skin/Fur Color: Tan
---Other: Various Scars and tattoos

Personality Traits: Nithrak is a cunning warrior but prone to distraction by mechanical abominations. He is also a religious zealot.

Habits: Nithrak tends to rant.

Strengths:
---Agility: Above-Average
---Brawn: Average
---Intelligence: Above-Average
---Speed: Average

Talents: Expert in Yuuzhan Vong martial arts, skilled with amphistaff and coufee.

Weapons: Amphistaff, Coufee

Nithrak's goal is to rid the galaxy of the infidel scourge, and settle his score with Mitthy.

 

Nithrak paced around the arena, twirling his amphistaff and waiting for an opponent...hopefully it would be Mitthy.

 

*hits head* I forgot weapons on the sheet!

Edit: Fixed now...

Edit Edit: Here's my profile

Name: Mitth'raw'nuruodo
Nickname: Mitth
Age: 50 yrs Thrawn's senior
Gender: Male
Species: Chiss

Appearance
---Height: 6' 2"
---Weight: 230 lbs
---Eye Color: Lambent Red
---Hair Color: Midnight Blue w/ Steel Gray around the temples
---Skin/Fur Color: Cyan Blue
---Other: A single scar from right brow to left mandible, three parallel claw marks across chest, limps on right leg occasionally

Personality Traits: Mitth is a very intelligent being but he is sometimes rash and impatient. If riled enough, his temper can flare like a volcano. Prefers to be in control of everything and rarely panics when things go wrong. Mitth is very loyal to the end and will only betray if he believes those he is allied with are not worthy of his loyalty anymore.

Habits: Mildly gloats, smokes, drinks occasionally and stays up all night long

Strengths
---Agility: Average
---Brawn: Above-Average
---Intelligence: Above-Average
---Speed: Average

Talents: Teras Kasi Master, Marksman, Knife Fighter, and ground tactics

The Force:
---Yes or No?: No

Weapons: Army Knife

History: Mitth is the High General of the Army and Second in Command of the Galactic Empire. He is also the commander of the feared elite force, Black Wolf. He is an expert sniper and has studied in the ancient martial arts form, Teras Kasi and a more modern form of knife fighting.

Mitth has made many enemies over the years, one of them being the Yuuzhan Vong warrior Nithrak Tewl as well as a couple other Yuuzhan Vong warriors.

One day he plans on creating his own organization as a freelancer and occasional pirate.

 

Name: Aramis
Nickname: The Swordmaster
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Height: 6'0
Weight: 115 lb
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Brown
Skin/Fur Color: White
Other: Piercing Eyes

Personality Traits: Intelligent, Perceptive, Keen, Slightly Flamboyant, Enjoys battle as if it where a game, Learned, Enjoys intimidating, Has a ego.

Habits: Likes to size a person up with a glance. Reads between the lines. Direct Combat is not his specialty. He enjoys more of a Matrix-approach.

Agility: Above-Average
Strength: Average
Intelligence: Genuis
Speed: Above-Average

Talents: Swordsman, Martial Arts, Reader, Writer, and Collector.

The Force: Yes.
Affiliation: Rogue
Number: Two Lightsabers
Type: Single
Color: White, and Gold.
Rank: Lord.
Abilities: Super Speed, Force Lightining, Force Pushes, Levitation, Enhanced Energy (i.e. stronger punches, higher jumps, etc...) Nausea creation.
Weakness: Can be too careless. Is prone to making fun of his opponents. Enjoys annoying people.

History: Aramis was the son of a high nobleman. He rebelled and became a Jedi. He had differing views with the Jedi and thus went Rogue. He has served on the Jedi Council, fought in many wars, and has become rich in the process. He inherited his mother and fathers rich estates and holds powerful political positions. To ward off the monotony of everyday life he disappears and comes to the Arena for adventure and fun. He hates the Vong and overall detests evil.

 

Mitth walked along the top of the Colosseum's arena wall, to his left were rows upon rows of stone benches and every now and then stone staircases broke the smooth parallel stone work into sections. These benches rose up several hundred feet at a steady and comfortable slope. At the top, arch windows decorated the edge and wood rotten polls jutted inward with a few scraps of cloth here and there.

To his right were two competitors and the arena floor filled with dirt and sane and who knows what traps beneath the colosseum. He paused in his walk and faced inward to stare at one of the competitors in particular. It was a Yuuzhan Vong warrior and the ugliest of them all. He knew who the warrior was and looked forward to fighting the creature and squeezing the life out of it with his own bare hands.

After of course he had his fun with it.

"Nithrak!" He called out and the warrior turned his gaze in Mitth's direction. "As the ancients once said...'Let the games begin'!" Mitth dropped down at least a good story and landed on both his feet and then one knee and a hand. He stood and brandished his army knife.

 

Nithrak watched the Imperial land like a feline.

"So Mitth, we meet again."

Nithrak jabbed his amphistaff straight into the dirt and left it there. The serpentile head hissed venomously at Mitth.

Nithrak took a few steps forward and drew a large coufee with a curved blade.

"Let's make this a little more fair, it wouldn't do for your death to bring me dishonor. Perhaps I'll even keep one of your hands or feet and have the shapers replace one of mine with it."

Nithrak began to advance towards Mitthy.

 

Name: Sealon
Nickname: None
Age: 80-90
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Appearance
---Height: 5' 7"
---Weight: Unknown
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair Color: Dark Brown
---Skin/Fur Color: Tan
---Other: None

Personality Traits: Very intelligent, very cunning. Hardly seen by anyone;his identity is a mystery.

Habits: Unknown

Strengths
---Agility: Above-Average
---Brawn: Average
---Intelligence: Genius/Above-Average
---Speed: Average
Talents: Martial arts,swordsman


---The Force: Yes
---Sith, Jedi, or Rogue: Jedi rogue
---# of Lightsabers: 2
---Lightsaber(s) Type: One double,One single
---Lightsaber Color: Double=Teal Single=Green
---Force Rank: Master
---Force Abilities: Has all Force powers known to the Light Side.

---Weakness: Is past his prime. Can be tired after long periods in battle. Rarely allies himself with anyone.

History: Sealon was a great Jedi Knight who was betrayed by his master. After almost being seduced to the Dark Side, he escaped, but only after killing his master. He was emotionally skarred ever since. After his return to the Temple, he was made a Jedi Knight, but was looked down apon by his peers. He finally left the order, but not the Jedi. He trained in secret, and traveled to the far corners of the galaxy, protecting areas where most Jedi have never been, or even heard about. He never ventured anywere close to his hoeworld or to Coruscant again.

 

"Then I pray that any limb of mine makes you a Shamed One." Mitth replied as they both circled each other like two deir challenging each other for the right as top buck.

Mitth struck first with a hard lash from his right foot to Nithrak's midsection and then a one-eighty turn from his momentum and slashed with his knife next.

 

Mitt, can only two people fight in the Colosseum at a time? Or could me and Sealon fight it out for a while?

 

Many fights can occur at once...and the fights can be from one on one to five against one

 

Nithrak dropped to one knee to avoid Mitthy's slash and lashed out with his free hand with a punch aimed at the Imperial's knee cap.

 

Sealon casually ignites his double-bladed lightsaber and swings it about in a bored manner.

 

Aramis saw the action and responded. He jumped down from the boxes and into the arena. He looked over and saw a Vong fighting an Imperial. While he didn't like either party, he decided that he would help the Imperial. He ignited his lightsaber and came behind the Vong. He ducked brought his leg against the Vong's in an effort to trip him...

 

Nithrak's leg buckled from underneath him and he let his momentum carry him into a shoulder roll. The Yuuzhan Vong came up to his feet and screamed:

"JEEDAI!"

Nithrak turned and sprinted towards his Amphistaff, but he had only managed two steps before one of the rooms traps activated and a half dozen low-yield thermal detonators spilled from the high ceiling directly onto the warriors.

 

Aramis ran from the detonators but another trap was sprung. Three fire-breathing tigers where unleashed on the group. He was very still despite the beep beep of the detonators. If they moved they would be killed by the tigers; if they stood still the detonators would blow them sky high.

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Unfortunately, I have to go. Don't touch me.

 

OOC: Fire breathing tigers? *blinks* Keep it Star Wars, no fantasy crap.

IC: "Nice work, you bleedin fool!" Mitth yelled at Nithrak as he two ran for his life away from the thermal detonators before they exploded. Despite the low-yeild of the minature bombs, the shock wave was enough to knock anybody off their feet that are within a hundred meters of the blast radius. Mitth happened to be among them.

He stood from his sprawled position and brushed off the sand and dirt from his cloths and hair.

 

Name: Yun-Yuuzhan
Nickname: YY, Ripper
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Yuuzhan Vong

Appearance
---Height: 7ft. 5in.
---Weight: 309lb.
---Eye Color: Blue
---Hair Color: Black
---Skin/Fur Color: Light Tan
---Other: Short hair with a short ponytail in the back. Numerous body tatoos and scars.

Personality Traits: Calm, intelligent, quiet

Habits: Meditation

Strengths
---Agility: Above-Average
---Brawn: Above-Average
---Intelligence: Genius
---Speed: Average

Talents: Martial Arts, Sniper, Swordsman

The Force:
---Yes
---Jedi
---# of Lightsabers: 4
---Lightsaber(s) Type: 2 single, 2 double
---Lightsaber Color: Red and Green
---Force Rank: Knight
---Force Abilities: All normal abilities, nothing special
---Force Weakness: Still can't sense others YV, speed and jumping boosts are difficult

Weapons: Ligthsabers

History: Former assassin and Warmaster. Cast out of home galaxy because of Force powers. Trained as a Jedi before taken as an officer by Warmaster Shedao. Hated by many Yuuzhan Vong radicals.

 

Nithrak dove for his Amphistaff and came to his feet with it wrapped around his forearm. Unfortunately, two of the three tigers had survived the blast and were charging at him.

Nithrak flipped his Coufee so that he was holding the blade and threw it at the first tiger. The knife buried itself to the hilt in the beast's skull. The second animal stumbled over his dead brethren and Nithrak took advantage of the creature's predicament and sliced it neatly in half with the razor sharp tip of his Amphistaff.

The serpent coiled around the Executor's arm as he pried his Coufee from the dead animal's skull. He wiped the gore on his armor and replaced the knife at his waist.

"Now, where were we infidel?"

((Sorry, I liked the tigers!))

 

"I believe you were trying to defeat me." Mitth smirked as he spun the knife in his hand like an expert before settling with the blade facing downward. He charged Nithrak, his knife welding arm held infront of him like a shield and the blade resting against his forearm, sharp edge outward.

Nithrak spun his staff and then swung downward on Mitth who then raised his armed arm, blocking the weapon with the knife and ducking at the same time. Now that his mass was smaller, Mitth slammed his shoulder into Nithrak's midsection, tackling him.

 

Nithrak let out a "whomph" as Mitthy fell on top of him, but the Yuuzhan Vong warrior cried out triumphantly as he jabbed his coufee into Mitthy's stomach.

His exaltation was short lived, however, as the Imperial's body armor resisted the blow, and Nithrak's hand slid from the hilt of his knife and up the blade, slicing a deep gash in his palm.

"Do'vorack P'lath'kor" screamed the Executor, but Mitthy slapped him across the face with his open palm.

Nithrak was consumed by rage and literally threw the Imperial off of him.

The Yuuzhan Vong stood and called his Amphistaff which slithered up his leg and into his bloody hand.

"Lucky you wore armor infidel. You have already caused me enough scars, soon it will become embarrassing."

 

OOC: Lol...That was entertaining to read.

IC:

"Ah then I guess I will have to do it more often than, Nithrak." Mitth smiled as he regained his feet. Nithrak growled at the Chiss and sent several attacks at the Imperial. Mitth ducked below the first one and twisted his body around away from the second one, but the third he was not fast enough to avoid.

He stumbled away from Nithrak and clutched his side near his waist, the only spot his armor didn't cover. He glanced at his own crimson blood and hissed at Nithrak for the wound.

Nithrak no doubt expected him to charge again or toss his knife, but he did neither. Instead he turned and ran from the warrior with a plan.

 

Nithrak stood, momentarily stunned. He always knew that Mitthy was worthless infidel scum, but he would never have mistaken him for a coward. The fact that the infidel was running away at the first sight of blood infuriated Nithrak.

"Come and meet your destiny coward!" cried the Executor as he ran after Mitthy. Nithrak noticed his coufee on the ground in front of him and bent to scoop it up in mid-stride...

 

Mitth smiled as he continued to run, knowing full well what the Yuuzhan Vong may be thinking of him and that he was now chasing him. He didn't run out of cowardice or the sight of his own blood. Instead he was searching for one of the traps to activate and distact Nithrak with.

He knew at least one of the traps had to be along his course of direction and he was proven correct as the floor infront of him suddenly fell away. He cursed as he fell inside and landed on a rising plateform. He glanced up at the trap and noticed that the war droid had not activated yet. It was a familiar droid, one he had only glimpsed at once during a test run. It was a Phase One Darktrooper droid, equipped with a shield and double edge blade. He stood and braced himself for the attack that was to come.

Once the plateform was level with the rest of the arena floor, the Darktrooper immediately activated and turned on the nearest presence. Mitth ducked below the bladed arm and scrambled away from it back toward Nithrak, the skeletal machine right on his heels.

"Have fun with my new friend." Mitth muttered as he passed Nithrak.

 

"INFIDEL ABOMINATION!" screamed Nithrak as he swung his amphistaff over his head and down on the dark trooper. The trooper's shield held, however, and the force of the blow knocked the Amphistaff from Nithrak's hands.

The Executor barely had time to recover before the dark trooper began slicing wildly at Nithrak with its own blade.

Nithrak began tumbling around, trying to get out of the trooper's reach, and he happened to glance at Mitthy, who stood a short distance off, doubled over in laughter.

Nithrak's rage at the site of the infidel was short lived, however, as the dark trooper's blade buried itself deep into the armor on Nithrak's leg.

The Yuuzhan Vong spun away from the trooper and wrenched the weapon from the trough it had created in his armor...a trickle of blood seeped out after it.

Nithrak began hacking at the abomination, but its shield held, and the dark trooper tried to attack Nithrak with its bare hands. Just then the Executor triggered another trap and a series of blasters opened up nearby. Nithrak was sent sprawling to the floor, blaster bolts burning chunks in his armor and a few hitting the weak points, but the bolts also succeeded in knocking out the dark trooper's shield.

Nithrak leapt towards the oncoming abomination and swung the dark trooper's own blade in a blow that cleaved the machine's head off. The body fell in a crumpled heap. Nithrak turned to face Mitthy, blood streaming from a handfull of wounds, and cursed a string of oathes.

The dark trooper's headless body stood behind the Yuuzhan Vong, but Nithrak saw it coming and jabbed the sword through the abomination's chest. The machine fell again, but this time Nithrak was on top of it, ripping it apart with his bare hands.

After about a minute the Executor rolled off of the partially destroyed heap in exhaustion.

((sorry, long post. Good one Mitthy, very very good.))