SWRPF Archive Colosseum: The Arena

Yomin... quite mad at this point, pulled a coufee out, and feinted towards the sadistic infidel waste. As he ran forward, the infidel's blade swung down to hit him, but Yomin rolled and ran a few meters from the Emperor, which triggered a trap, releasing an ion cannon, which began firing at both Yomin and the Emperor. Yomin dodged it, staying inches in front of the devastating beam, then backflipped and climbed a small incline near him...

Tag: Jello

 

count me in

Name: Apaze Tread
Nickname: the great one
Age: 22
Gender: male
Species: human
Appearance
---Height: 6ft 0in
---Weight: 168lbs
---Eye Color: brown
---Hair Color: brown
---Skin/Fur Color: tan
---Other: sideburns

Personality Traits: highly intelligent and fast thinker

Habits: fighting

Strengths
---Agility: above average
---Brawn: Above average
---Intelligence: average
---Speed: above average

Talents: martial arts, wordsman, an skilled in over 1000 hand 2 hand combat techniques

The Force:
---Yes or No?:yes
---Sith, Jedi, or Rogue: Jedi
---# of Lightsabers: 1
---Lightsaber(s) Type: single
---Lightsaber Color: blue
---Force Rank: master
---Force Abilities: (able to slow down time, force healing
---Force Weakness: lightning

Weapons: lightsabe, a knife similar to boot knife in ankle and one on wrist

History: raised s a bounty hunter trained in almost every hand 2 han combat ever jedi et te ultimate challenege

 

Yomin flew back, the fire enfulging him, but his armor kept him safe as he flew into another trap, a huge tree with shielding on it, with yslamari filling the branches, and blasters randomly firing from it. The first shot slammed into Yomin's arm, snapping it back, nearly breaking it...


Tag: Jello

 

..a hand reaches down to help up yomin,
and offers his assistance....

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(lightsabre^)

 

"I AM HERE TO PROTECT THE EMPEROR!,
SO IF YOU WANT SOME,COME AND GET IT!

 

Jade walked up to Darth_Sephroth and said I accept your challange, She ingites her double bladed-green lightsaber

 

sephroth faces jade and get into ready stance...

[]::::{}>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
(lightsaber^)

 

I wanna play! Can I use my own species?[its not uberpowerful]

Name: Rulund
Nickname: none
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Meedivil here's its stats[search!]

Appearance
---Height: 1.97 meters
---Weight: 500 kilograms
---Eye Color: pure white
---Hair Color: no hair
---Skin/Fur/scale Color: shaded gray
---Other: nothing else, cept pants.

Personality Traits: Has a code of honour but is extremely brutal

Habits: Honours his foes with a salute, crossing his arms on his chest and unsheathing his claws.

Strengths
---Agility: below average
---Brawn: above average
---Intelligence: Average,
---Speed: Above-Average

Talents: good sowards man

Weapons: two claws coming from the back of his hand, bioenginerred to have a clitoris core[lightsabres can't vut through it]

History: A great man back on his home planet, he went off in search of adventure, riches, women, fun, women, fights, women...
He finds it not up to the standards he thought the rest of that galaxy would be.

 

OCC: Well, my opponent went somewhere. So I'll accept your challenge, Veng. I think orginal species are accepted, because mine was.

 

well what are you waiting for ATTACK me!
*kricks his neck and sayslets rock!... *runs at opponent and swings for oponents shoulder.....*

 

Fine then:

Ruuland drops from the areana sides and salutes Neon Star. "I will fight theee"

He charges at incredible speed with his left claw xtened as to decapitate Neon.

 

OOC: My character here is Aidan. I'll just repost her bio.

Name: Aidan
Nickname: Fire Cat
Age: 1000
Gender: Female
Species: Jagaar (Black cat like creature that stands on two feet, has human like hands and feet.) (Are we allowed to have non but made for SW species in here?)

Appearance
---Height: 6'9
---Weight: 112
---Eye Color: green
---Hair Color: black
---Skin/Fur Color: black
---Other: None

Personality Traits: intelligent, implusive at times, sneaky when she wants to be

Habits: Makes snide remarks at times.

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

Talents: Hand to hand fighting

The Force:
---No

Weapons: Claws, Gravera (A four connected bladed weapon, very deadly, very hard to control at times.)
History: Trained by her older sister, she is the fifteenth child of her family. She is a trained warrior, and is skilled in most styles of combat.
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Aidan ducked and brought Gravera to block, spinning it to create a shield of blades.

 

Slowly Ruuland turns and unsheaths his other claw. He charges but instead of attack jumps over Aiden [lizards can jump really high].

 

fine ill just meditate here until anyone wants to fight me

 

Up! Some of you infidels come and kill each other. Be my guest.

 

I'll fight you since I have nothing else to do at the moment! Die! Jello!

Mitth stood atop of the arena wall and gazed down at Grand Admiral Jello. "It has been a long time since we have set foot in this place." He said, leaping down to the floor to face Jello.

"Indeed." Jello replied calmly.

"I owe you a great deal of pain after what you and Thrawn had done to me." Mitth snarled and pulled his knife free. "The terms, Jello, are these: You can have a knife or use your own fists and/or feet to fight. The only protection you shall have is body armor, no Quantam Crystal armor, or a physical shield like the ancients of long ago used."

The High General circled Jello, waiting for his answer, twirling his knife in his hand in a display of elegant skill.

 

Mitth noticably frowned as soon as the lightsaber was ignited. Lightsabers...of all things he uses a lightsaber! Now where is that Phrik sword! His crimson eyes flick to the left and right, looking for the phrik sword that he had used in previous fights. There it was, lodged between to vertebre of a rotting rancor's spine.

Quickly Mitth ran wide around Jello, avoiding his lightsaber and went straight for the phrik sword. He wrinkled his nose at the rotting corpse as he climbed up onto the rancor and pulled the blade free.

"Somebody needs to clean this place up." Mitth commented as he waved his hand across his face through air to wave the stench away. He had a sudden strange urge to hold his sword above his head and yell in a booming voice; "I have the power!"

He leapt back down and charged Jello, his phrik sword held in a high guard position.

 

Mitth fiented high with his weapon then added a kick toward Jello's stomach.