Calling You Out

[Limitless]

Right, I'm bored. I'm calling out the very best roleplayer on this forum to a fight. I dont know who this person is, but I feel like throwing down with the best you've to offer out of curiousity and boredom.

Come, let me know who the best on this forum is, and I'll set up an environment and rules and it can get underway.

[No one]

Hahaha, I am not sure he means actually PC fighting, but RP fighting.
But again, I am not sure.
If you are looking for a RP fight, I am here, and ready to fight. I am no noobie.
Infact I think myself a fair, and great RP fighter. So, tell me, are you willing to fight me? :evil:
But he does have a point if you are doing PC fighting, then you are screwed in one hit. :o
So dish out the rules and enviorment. And I will battle you.

[Limitless]

I'll edit in my environment and rules in a few along with my bio. Then you post with your bio and your introduction and that should get the ball rolling.

Lets roll, eh?


EDIT:

Environment: A modern city, completley ravaged by some unknown force. Dead ly about, fires blaze everywhere, and none but your character and mine are alive in the city. Vehicles and the such line the shattered streets, burning patches of grass sporadically placed across the landscape.


And my Bio:

Name: John Doe (real name) or ECHO (Enhanced Cybernetic Human Organism)

Height: 6’

Weight: Varies between 170 pounds (Human) 200 (E.C.H.O.)

Age: 28

Description:

His clothes were literally not of this world, other than his skin pigmentation and well groomed and combed brown hair, he was very much the alien presence. Fastened to his face was a visor of a smooth grey metal, the lens of the cycloptic headgear was impenetrably black, allowing none to see past it and into the eyes of the man. His entire body is covered with a strange synthetic material, some grey some blue, invisibly small sensors encompassing his entire body. On his arms are large, somewhat bulky metal forearm guards, and upon his feet are large metal boots, reaching up above mid calf. The finishing touches on the stranger’s ‘unique’ outfit is a trio of round blue glass semi-spheres, two smaller ones above and away from the much larger one that dominated his chest.

Techniques:

Mental Powers: Telepathy, Telekinesis, the works, John has these abilities, but doesn’t know it since it was merely a side effect of the numerous unsafe agents his body was exposed to during his time at the ECHO HQ. This is how he achieves his Override technique, since his mind has these abilities, he can hack into machines using his mind.

Flight: He can fly in ECHO mode.

Shocking Grasp: John’s gauntlets become electrically charged with massive amounts of energy, pulling on the inexhaustible energy source that keeps the battle suit/armor working. Once the electricity has been charged in the gloves, John can do one of three things. Attack the enemy with electric enhanced physical attacks…

Lightning Whip: …Charge the power into a whipcord made of the same flexible, durable, strong alloy as the suit that is shot from the underside of the gauntlet, making a sort of electric whip, or…

Electric Bolt: …simply discharge it at the opponent in a massive electric blast.

ECHO Mode: John can activate the full capabilities of his prison/suit by going into ECHO mode. At a single mental command, his suit is activated and immediately, from his breastplate, boots, gloves, and masks shoots a liquid alloy alien even on his home planet, yet unnamed, simply called Alloy, which, upon touching oxygen, expands and increases. The sensors all over John’s body attract the alloy, strategically placed to make the alloy evenly distribute itself over his body, creating a thick coat of protective metal around him. Then, as calculated by the nerds from John’s planet that created this thing, the normal temperature causes the metal to harden, the reason why the small chambers that hold the liquid throughout the suit are kept at subzero levels. Now the suit is fully deployed, and to retract, another mental command causes the sensors to release a solution that causes a molecular reaction, making the metal liquid again. The sensors then reverse their charge to repel the alloy as sensors where the alloy came from activate, attracting the alloy back into its containment.

Alloy Grasp: John can unleash the solution that causes the reaction to make the metal around him reliquify to a single spot in the armor, or to all of it, and instead of pulling it back where it had been, simply reverse the charge of the sensors on a part, or all of the body, causing the liquid to shoot out and resolidify around an opponent’s limb, or all of the opponent. He can then repair his armor bye releasing more of the alloy and only pull it to the exposed area.

Ultimate Technique:
Override: John’s mind hacks into his suit/prison’s system and turns off his mind and suit’s safety limitations, allowing him to increase his power and speed until he can no longer handle it and reinstates the limitations, or dies from overexertion. This can be done in both human and ECHO forms although doing it in ECHO form is much more powerful and also numbs the nervous system sensors in the armor. (Causes all electric and physical attacks stronger and stronger until it is stopped)

History: Mark Johnson was the most dangerous and feared outlaw on his world. He wasn’t wanted for numerous evil crimes, but simply because he was a Mercenary. The High Council had long sense forbidden this for reasons long forgotten so when rumors of a man that fought when he wanted for people who paid him, the Council immediately sent an Android Attack Force to destroy him. When the AAF didn’t return, the Council sent regiments of their army out to kill or capture him, preferably kill. Before the detachments could locate the man who was called “Merc” since no one knew his real name, he disappeared, but still the army searched for him. For three years they searched for that single man, the Council in an uproar that somehow a single man dared to stand against their will and openly break the law. After three years, an anonymous tip was given to a Captain searching for the mysterious “Merc”. It told the location of his home and his identity. Who did it was unknown, but the Captain immediately set off for the home and, upon arriving, took the infamous “Merc” into custody as he sat in the corner, watching his young wife sleep as he rocked his young child in his arms.

They were brought to the capital city and Mark was interrogated at length about everything from his favorite color to if he believed in the Gods to if he knew that what he had been doing three years ago was illegal. At that question he made a snide remark and proceeded to insult the entire council who had kept him there for more than three days straight without allowing him to eat, sleep, or even know if his family was alright.

The Council was a corrupt thing that ruled a further corrupted world.

The Council had researched his identity after discovering Mr. Johnson had no memory of his life until he was 22, and from there he simply fought for two years for whoever had money that he deemed worth his effort, before meeting his wife and settling down. The Council dug and discovered that Mark Johnson’s real name was John Doe, and he had been part of the OMA project to create a One Man Army. He had been created in a tube and raised to the age of 20, training him and developing every single art of fighting there was, as well as teaching him strategies for battle situations. He had excelled and had become the best of the best, better than all the others, but soon the brainwave controller that kept the young soldiers in check was no longer effective, and John Doe escaped from where he had been held in a far off place in the Empire, but as he escaped into a tropical jungle. There he contracted some kind of jungle fever, a native sickness that gave him a very high fever. The natives found him half dead in the forest and nursed him to health. He lost his memory due to the intense fever, which, if he hadn’t been genetically created with more than human strength, would have killed him. From there he got his first mission, and he just took job after job from then on out until returning for a visit with his “family” and meeting his future wife.

The people native to the tropical forest were of abnormal strength as well, and the crossbred between them and a genetically enhanced human was to amazing a thing to pass up, so the Council took the child as their own and sent him off to the center where the OMA project was still being held. They told John about his past and what they did to his son and he became enraged and cursed them all again, spitting at them and trying to get loose of his bonds to kill them, but he was a prisoner was far to weak from lack of food and sleep.

As retribution for his rudeness, the High Council decided it would be “entertaining” to torture his wife and have him watch them as they did it. John still has nightmares of his wife’s naked body being mutilated, her screams mingling with his, both being overshadowed by the hysterical laughter of the Council.

After that they tortured him into near insanity, breaking his will and making him a loyal servant of the Empire once more. From there they sent him to the secret ECHO project’s headquarters. They had recently mastered the ECHO system and needed a human guinea pig. They warned the council that the subject might very well die from the processes they would put his body through, from the chemicals to the extreme physical training that the person had to go through so that their body could handle the increased strength and speed safely. Since John was strong, tough, and best of all, expendable, they decided to hand him over to their mad scientists to play with.

John soaked in strange chemicals for months, unconscious as the tests went on, before he was trained and outfitted with the extrasensory suit that enhanced his power and allowed him to summon the ECHO armor. Before the scientist reawakened John, they equipped a brainwave controller to him and took him to the High Council to show off their achievements.

It was there he first summoned the powers of his ECHO suit. The sensors on his suit connected with the armor, making a nervous system throughout the armor, a necessity for it to be able to move correctly, with the added down side that it allowed the person in the suit to feel whatever damage that was caused to the armor, which was indestructible unless touched with the solution they created to reliquify it. Upon seeing his complete obedience under the control of the new mind controller, the High Council accepted the petition from the ECHO designers to send him through their new Dimensional Transporter to scout the world he lands on to see if it worth conquering. John Doe, now known as ECHO, was then sent to this world of chaos.

But as he went through the Dimensional Transporter, the Mind Controller was damaged and John came back to himself with the memory of what they did to him and his family. He made a decision then and there that he would fight and fight to become the ultimate weapon before the Empire came to reclaim him, and when they did, he would feign the part of the loyal servent until he was reporting to the High Council…then they would taste the power of their own creation…

[No one]

ok then, so we battle here then?

[Limitless]

Yeah, post bio and intro.

[No one]

Ok then, I will post my ghost for you to fight, because that is going to be who I am using. You also need to set an arena area, from there I can post what I do.


Name: Black
Height: 7'14"
Weight: 198(mostly muscle)

Weapons: A long katana.
Armor: N/A
Magic: Spirit and gray magic.
Spirit -
Walk through walls, fly, invisibility, illsuions, teleportation.

Gray - Not in either black or white magic, but between, its more of real illusions and summoning.(Things that seem illusion's but may actually effect)
Summon - Black summons some creature to aid him in battle.
Spark Wall - Creates a wall in a specific area made of fire sparks.
Blind - Blinds the enemie for 14 seconds.
Multiply - Creates multiple of a target.
Fear - Creates and enviorment around target showing them one of there biggest fears.
Sheild - Creates a magical sheild the protects the target choosen.


Description:A very musclar upper body but dont assume he is slow. Black, hair, traditional japanese pants.
http://www.emugifs.emuita.it/samuraishowdown18.gif

EDIT:Nvm, I have the arena area. You start.

[Bregan]

I post because I can...and because I'm more than sure Limitless won't mind. :)

Blackheart, you might want to elaborate a bit more on Mr. Character here...I'm pretty sure Limitless will ask for a bit more of a bio than that, and you'd DEFINATELY need to explain what, exactly, "Spirit" and "Gray" magics are. Up to him on the other stuff, though.

[No one]

Ofcourse, then I shall edit the post.

[Limitless]

Right, as I said, this fight takes place in...

Environment: A modern city, completley ravaged by some unknown force. Dead ly about, fires blaze everywhere, and none but your character and mine are alive in the city. Vehicles and the such line the shattered streets, burning patches of grass sporadically placed across the landscape.

Now, here is my introduction. Let the games begin.


IC:

Slowly, the calm air some feet away from the destruction began to stir, moving a bit. Soon the air became charged with an alien power, twinkles of color flickered in and out of existence, the particles around the shifting air took on a strange bluish tint. The sparkling colors increased in numbers as well as the speed of which they appeared until soon even a casual glance would have been enough to notice the stirring energies.

Suddenly the colors appeared and stayed there, still blinking every color in the rainbow, but unlike before, they remained, as if some unknown agent were holding them there. Quickly they accumulated and with a jolt of movement accompanied by a powerful shockwave of energies the sparkly dots elongated, streaking downwards in a spectacle of epic proportions as they streamed together, forming a tapestry of indescribable colors.

As the colors ran its vertical course, the strands of bright color ran together, growing outwards to consume all the other threads into itself, the result a magnificent line of brilliant colors.

Then with another burst of power the stream of twinkling energies flashed brightly and then began contorting into a shape before the light exploded outwards and upon the ground crouched a man.

His clothes were literally not of this world, other than his skin pigmentation and well groomed and combed brown hair, he was very much the alien presence. Fastened to his face was a visor of a smooth grey metal, the lens of the cycloptic headgear was impenetrably black, allowing none to see past it and into the eyes of the man. His entire body was covered with a strange synthetic material, some grey some blue, invisibly small sensors encompassing his entire body. On his arms were large, somewhat bulky metal forearm guards, and upon his feet were large metal boots, reaching up above mid calf. The finishing touches on the stranger’s ‘unique’ outfit was a trio of round blue glass, two smaller ones above and away from the much larger one that dominated his chest.

The being stood, his head turning from side to side as he analyzed his environment.

“…Looks like it should be inhabited,” John Doe mumbled to himself, “ these buildings, while crude by my standards could possibly have been the living quarters of the native people of this world.”

John surveyed the area from behind his shades which were only slightly tinted from his view, yellow arrows and points fizzled in and out of sight, words flashing across his sight as it analyzed everything around him.

The man called ECHO moved forward as the statistics being registered from his visor was fed into his mind.

His intelligence informed him that this was indeed a city of sorts, but as he looked around, all he saw was rubble. The whole town was broken, cracked, on fire, or simply dust.

Suddenly his visor pointed downwards and John immediately looked to his feet. His right foot rested upon a fallen slab of concrete that was mysteriously propped up on something. The man from another world removed his foot as he crouched, flinging the chunk of concrete aside like it were but a pillow. The image that greeted him brought a hot, stinging sensation to his eyes as tears instantly formed and trailed down his cheeks to be stopped at his cheekbones, stopped by the bottom of his visor.

Upon the ground was the still remains of a young woman, a pool of blood beneath her. In her arms she clutched her child, dead as well having suffocated when it’s mother fell on top of it as she was crushed by the concrete slab.

“…Helen…?” he spoke quietly to himself, seeing a ghost of his dead wife in the lifeless body at his feet, “…David?” he muttered as he looked at the child, remembering the joy he had felt at holding his young, giggling son in his arms and rocking him to sleep.

Then they had come. The goons of the High Council had burst into his home and beat him into submission as he struggled to get to his restrained wife and baby. With all his genetically bred strength, not even he could have broken away from the four burly men that had been grasping him.

But now it was different…Now he was different. If he had had the ECHO suit then, those fools would have been flung against the wall to crumple to the ground like lifeless dolls caste aside by a child.

But he hadn’t had it then had he? No, he had only come into the possession of this armored suit after they had stolen his legacy, his son, and made him watch as they tortured his beloved.

John clutched his head in his hands as he revisited the memory of that time, her voice ringing in his mind as she howled his name in agony, begging for him to rescue her as she was slowly picked apart by the people who had created him, their laughter overpowering even the wailing coming from his own mouth as he watched them slowly bleed the life out of his wife’s body.

He mentally froze the moment and took a mental snapshot of the fallen woman and child. It would be a constant reminder of what he was doing and why. He would wear his unhealed, scarred memory of his love’s death as a badge of courage as he braved through this world.

He would fight, battle, destroy, conquer anything and everything in his path with as much force as was necessary, and when the time came, and the Empire came to reclaim their tool, he would meet them at the head of his army…

With a flicker an arrow pointed off to his right and he spun quickly and took in the image before him. A ways off was a figure, and instantly John knew, somehow, that this being was hostile. He quickly hardened himself and ran forward towards it. He was no super hero there to avenge those who were dead, he was an avenger in his own right. He would fight, and fight, and fight until he was the most powerful man on this world, and then he would control all. His empire would give him the resources he needed to create his army, one that the Empire could not match…an army of Enhanced Cybernetic Humanoid Organisms…An army of ECHO’s, just like him…

[No one]

There stood a man. The wind blowing his hair to his right. His back was facing towards him untell a moment later, where he turned quickly his katana already becomesing the attack. The katana was as high as John's face. So if it hit, it would be a lethal hit from the start.
But something wasnt right, with all the fire, smoke, and noise, the man should not of heard John coming for him.

[Limitless]

An instant was all it took. Nerves shot, impulses raced along lengthy lines of the nervous system, coursing with the speed of thought, uncanny to say the least. The genetically altered humanoid had not been caught off guard, not in the least, and a swift, abrupt attack was to be expected from one such opponent in an attempt to take the alien warrior by surprise.

When one thought about it, attacking in the midst of this obscuring smoke-screen was a logical method of action for one with some sort of extrasensory way of sensing movement.

Unfortunately this was moot in the face of John Doe. His visual scans penetrated the smoke with ease using a strange sort of infrared created on the world of Losai to depict only human body heat by tapping into some sort of energy sense that was put out with of the human body and not other heat sources.

As the blade diced the smoke, piercing it expertly, the sword penetrated with ease, the stroke tearing through the space between it’s wielder and ECHO at an unimpressive rate. Cold steel struck unknown alloy, ECHO’s arm suddenly shooting between the blade and it’s target, strange, alien, indestructible metal blocking the swift strike with ease.

Smoke wafted across the former mercenary’s face, hiding the brown haired fighter’s smirk.

I sincerely hope this isn’t all this being has to offer, otherwise this will be quite a bore…

Muscles instantly taught, the warrior pushed with incredible force, his Herculean might not in full effect as he deflected the blade, shoving the swordsman backwards, feet digging in slidding backwards across the broken ground beneath the fighter as he was sent backwards.

John’s arm quickly retracted, the samurai sent slidding across the ground at the force of the shove.

The vengeful warrior’s other hand, his left, was suddenly sparking, super conducive gauntlets instantly enswathed with blue lightning, power of the suit’s inexaustable battery sending pure, raw energy into the fighters hand.

Swiftly throwing his fist forward, power lanced outwards, electric force pouring from his gauntlet at his opponent…

[Hiryuu Megami23]

All right, in case every one is wondering what the heck just happened in here...I took it upon myself to edit this entire thread. Since I was in such a gracious mood today, anything that wasn't relevent to Limitless' challenge was automatically deleted instead of the entire thread.

The only one's who are to post off topic in any forums are Moderator's as well as Administrator's if we see fit that there is something wrong, or in need of editing.

Now, Anymore flaming spam in this thread at all whatsoever, this topic WILL be deleted and Limitless, you would have to start over again. Any responces to what I've said here will be deleted. Any problems can be taken up with me personally through the PM's.

[No one]

ooc||Umm, Limitless, you just god moded there. You controled my character making him slide backwards and what not. That being said, im going to play as if you did not just god mode there.

Black saw with un-human speeds the punch and force coming for him, and used his power. He went right through John's attack. Leaveing a trail of black myst ebhind him. He was now behind John, already bringing his katana down quickly, with another dark black myst following the blade.
However, right when John noticed he was behind him, and energy swirled right around John. Making all his senses go hay-wire.

[Limitless]

Right, figures you wouldn't know much. Look, there are three mainstream styles of sparring, or role playing battles as it were.

Open: This is what, now that you've told me this, I'm assuming you use. Basically, you attack and leave what happens 'open' for your opponent to control the outcome.

Hybrid: This is when the writer attacks and allows himself the freedom of hitting minor attacks and controling the other person's character minorly enough so that there can be some sort of 'back and forth' in the post. Then, at the end, a larger, more damaging attack is left 'open' for the person to dispute, dodge, block or allow to hit for however much damage they deem necissary. This is the style I used due to the fact I didn't know what style you knew of or used.

Closed: This is where you can fully control both characters to allow for some serious 'give and take' damage wise. Personally I find that this is the worst of the three, but it seems to be the most popular with older, more expirenced sparrers.

You see, if I had used Open and you didn't, I'd be at a disadvantage, and I hate Closed, so that only left Hybrid. Its the most practical of ways of sparring now that I'm exposed to all three, but I'll still use strictly Open.

But, if you want to talk about godmodding, so be it, lets discuss it. You did it twice right there in your own post.

You dictated when I noticed where you were, which is controling my characters reactions, meaning you God Modded. Then, you proceeded to state that your black mist disrupted my senses, also auto-hitting my character with an attack, again, god modding.

Make up your mind, which do you want to go with, open where we both god modded, or hybrid where neither of us did. Your choice.

[No one]

ooc||LOL HAHAHAHAHHAA
Ok then. I did the whole hay-wire thing because that is part of my magic. And two, ofcourse I made your character notice where I was. Infact, I made it perfectly obvious where I was because I left a tail of black leading behind you. So unless your character is not smart enough to follow this black trail, or for some reason you decided not to follow the trail, then you would have not noticed or seen me behind me. And I dun care for either, hybrid sounds so far the best because apparently that is what works for you.

[Limitless]

Simply stated, you still god moded. Any controling what so every of the others character is modding in Open, and therefore, since you said that I moded, you in turn did as well. It's not your place to say "Well, I left a trail of black stuffs behind me, no way he couldn't find me" and then make it where I did. Thats MY job, and I can assure you, I'm better at it than you.

[No one]

Oh? A little cocky arnt you?
Well then, go **** yourself.
It's idiots like you who piss me off.
Someone else can go ahead and battle him.

[Bregan]

Hahaha...he's better. Get over it. Limitless isn't being cocky, just truthful. In fact, with his mature attitude and comments throughout this entire thread, you're looking more like the novice/"idiot" than he is. So...my advice is just to wise up and accept the facts.

[/Br3gan]

[Limitless]

*sighs* I assure you that my cockiness comes from expirence and skill you'll never obtain. But, I can understand how it must feel when you think yourself to be good and then get yourself into something you can't handle, something Limitless. Now, sorry I had to be so blunt about it, but fact is I'm correct. Sorry it upset you...well...I should be, but fact is that I can't handle idiots like you. Its one thing to just be ignorant, but to live in it, wallow in it, as a choice rather than simply being unable to gain the expirence...well...thats just idiotic.

[Sei Akujin]

This thread has lost its meaning......I am thinking of locking it......I don't see any sparring going on. All I see is flaming and insults..........

Anyway this flamefest has ran its course....LOCKING THREAD