Bregan
12-09-2004, 02:31 AM
*sighs* This place has NO activity and the skill level is so low I can't do anything with you people even if you joined. It amazes me that you people seriously put so much stock in post counts and all that other bullshit. This aint some video game, its a verbal contest between two writers pitting their creativity, ability and pride on the line in a mutual confrontation, not some worthless, two bit side show for your twisted enjoyment like some circus freak.
None of you have enough innitiative to do this, and even those that might are to stubborn and prideful to acknowledge their faults. Those who wallow in ignorance cannot be taught anything without swallowing their pride, and quite frankly, doing that to anyone here would be entirely to boring.
So, Your Royal Nuisance, lock this thread unless any of you can handle it, which I doubt you can.
I'm horribly bored, so here's the deal.
Anybody who wants to take a swing at me in a propper spar can. If you're confused as to the concept of sparring, kindly check the www.momentumsparring.com (http://www.momentumsparring.com) website for (roughly) standard details. It just saves time for both of us.
Put quality into your posts or you won't get far at all. Description DOES equal power, after all.
Anybody interested can kindly post their bio in this thread, and we'll get down to business. And, if you're lucky, I might ask the great Limitless to make an appearance or nineteen in this thread for the purposes of the fight.
I'm waitin'
Bregan
12-10-2004, 03:40 AM
Okay, first off, we havn't agreed to grounds for this fight. We're doing this correctly, not the ACF way. Post your character's bio in this thread, and then I'll post mine and dictate the battleground.
Bregan
12-13-2004, 03:29 AM
Name: Kit Brattigan
Classification: Genetically Advanced Humanoid
Age: 34
Height: 5”11’
Physical Description: Kit is a ruggedly handsome man, with a body that is somehow…oddly well-formed. He’s fond of describing himself as a ‘carnal Seraph’, though he bears no resemblance other than the odd good looks to the angelic beings. His blood-red eyes, also, are a bit of a mystery, as it’s a basic impossibility to have natural eyes of said coloration without being an albino.
He has a muscular build, which is what one would expect of an ex-bouncer-turned-assassin, though he’s not built to a freakish degree. His hair, which is cut stylishly short and styled randomly with hair wax, is a shade of blond-gray , perfect for the young man’s somewhat tanned skin.
Appearance:
Kit wears a long-sleeved but tight fitting shirt, brown sleeves, shoulders, and neck, with a white body, holding the central image of a black heart, cracked down the middle by a lightning bolt, with twin scissors crossed under it, on the chest. Over this, generally buttoned up, he wears an off-white jacket, thickly lined with wool, made of suede. The wool spills out at the collar to cover up most of his neck in its protective, warming embrace.
On his legs, the killer wears a worn pair of born-light blue jeans, bought with holes in several places, further enhancing his good looks. He wears, oddly, a pair of worn brown boots on his feet, perhaps being in love with the sound the heels make, as well as the protection they give.
Personality:
Kit is easily described as in two words: painfully reckless. While he’s normally a somewhat rough gentleman to people, smooth with women and friendly to men, it’s not the hardest thing in the world to push him into anger. If he’s focused on something, such as a target, his rage can skyrocket over something as small as a minor delay, or a person pushing the wrong emotional button on accident. The most troubling thing, probably due to his upbringing, is the fact that he feels little guilt about killing people in the line of his job, though there are exceptions to the rule.
He overestimates his own talent and abilities, as do so many people with a great deal of power at their disposal, and has a great deal of trouble grasping the concept that somebody could actually beat him, let alone kill him, in a direct or semi-direct confrontation. Aside from the mind-numbingly stupid, he’s more than willing to take large risks that ride on his own ability to handle a situation without putting much thought into the matter. This is easily his biggest flaw.
Though it doesn’t fit very well into his role as a professional killer, Kit does possess a degree of compassion and care for his fellow man and other living beings. For instance, if it’s more convenient to kill a target while they ride on a bus full of children, he will leave off his attack until it becomes absolutely clear that there is no other option. He’s more than willing to accept casualties in a mission, even those who aren’t actually needed as a result of his actions or anger, but not in every circumstance.
Equipment:
-A pair of personal fighting gloves, designed specifically for Kit, with metal studs on the knuckles and joints to give his blows a little extra something.
-A medium-small, cunningly hidden knife attached to his left arm by means of a spring-shooter. This basically means that if he manipulates the device the correct way, the knife hidden within will shoot outward for easy gripping and use. A very deadly surprise for the unwary opponent.
-A Desert Eagle firearm, complete with several additional clips of ammunition. This is holstered in a gunbelt on Kit’s hips, laying on the left side so that his right hand has easy access should he need its power.
Special Abilities:
Total Energy Control: Kit has complete and utter control over the energy of his own body, allowing him to manipulate it in a variety of ways, the most common of which are in destructive bursts. This can also be applied, however, to other circumstances like the healing of his own body, though his abilities in this range are somewhat more limited. If used correctly, the destructive potential of Kit is practically limitless.
“Force”: This is the ability that Kit controls to manipulate the pressure in a certain area. Basically, its main use is to cause objects to either implode or explode through tinkering with the atmosphere in a set field. Naturally, the larger the field, the weaker the effect, though the amount of space that would cause a significant difference in its destructive power is rarely viewed by Kit as a target.
-Exceptional physical fighter, with his physical strength and combat skills being enhanced by his past as a bouncer, his job as a professional assassin, and his own unique powers. Any opponent will be hard-pressed to match Kit’s fury. Ability, and speed in close-up combat.
-Talented in the art of combat through his fists, his knife, small-scale firearms such as his handgun, and the art of moving inconspicuously, carefully, and silently when he needs to, though he rarely favors doing the last. It’s just…not his style.
Ultimate Arts: Reality-Quake
This is an ability that becomes unlocked to an extent once Kit has come to a point of either extreme mental stress or physical damage to the point where death is almost a certainty. With the latter, it’s more likely the desperation and instability rising to cause the latent talent to activate, rather than the pain and destruction.
The reality-quake is, at its most basic level, the eruption of energy from Kit signaling that the energies he controls linked to his physical body are overloading, spilling over, in their attempt to save themselves from destruction. The release, rather than a purely destructive burst (which, in part, it is), focuses more on the temporary altering of the fabric of reality in that point in space on all nearby planes of existence. The area of effect, as with the strength, deals with how stressed or hurt Kit is. If he has no control over his body or mind, it’s more likely to be a wide-range indiscriminate burst, rather than focused at any particular thing.
It must be noted that Kit has almost no conscious control over this skill, though he can push it forward or reign it back to a degree if it’s near the surface, should he be stable enough to do so. He can influence what it does to the world to some degree, but the majority is seemingly random. As such, given the high risks of using such a technique even when near death, he very rarely manipulates its powers if he can help it. The power of this ability remains for a short while after Kit has regained stability, but not for too terribly long.
History:
Kit Brattigan began life in a very different situation from the one he’s currently in…as a kid in the gutters of Los Angeles, with a single parent to do a ****** job of raising him. He fought for what he needed against the other semi-homeless children and adults in the rundown sector in which he lived. This was, of course, the beginning of his skills in and fascination with the art of physical combat that he has become so adept at.
As he grew older, he entered himself in local fighting tournaments, using his toughened body and somewhat dirty, mostly deadly fighting style to beat and break his way to money. He continued this trend, working smaller jobs on the side at supermarkets and the like, up until he reached the age of 18, when he was forced from the sport. His push out came in the form of a sore loser and his friends finding Kit a few nights after the match, and giving him a not-so-friendly message with their fits, feet, and pipes. Knowing full well that if he attempted to enter the tournaments again, he’d have worse done to him than a beating, Kit took on the job of a bouncer at a tough bar, given the illegal position by a man who had seen and liked his performances in the ring.
This job required Kit to have an even greater degree of physical toughness and combat skill than his fighting career did, if only because the customers that he was called on to handle were of a much angrier and vicious variety than the combatants. While it had, at the bottom line, just been a sport or way to earn money for the others in the ring, the men who frequented the bar had few qualms about killing another man for getting in their way. It was also in this environment that, during a particularly nasty fight between a full ten patrons and the bar’s quartet of bouncers, that Kit first felt the emergence of his powers. He was twenty years old.
In the fight, a frighteningly muscular man, covered in tattoos, piercings, and scars, had succeeded in knocking Kit to the ground after exchanging a full minute of blows, and was preparing to smash a chair down on the younger man’s head. Kit had felt himself reach out, through the layers of clothing and muscle that coated his bald opponent, and put an invisible hand around the aggressor’s heart. After that, all he had to do was squeeze, and after several gasping breaths, the near-killer fell to the ground, dead as a spike in a coffin.
Though he kept this a secret from his co-workers and friends, Kit began to practice expanding his own skills in secret, outside of work, and applying them to make his job and life much easier. Though he was careful in his usage and practice, it appeared that somebody a great deal more powerful and influential than a bar owner. A limousine pulled up to his rundown apartment one night, and a number of men in well-tailored suits made him a very generous proposition.
They were representatives of a multinational agency, part company but part order, that was devoted to gaining as much control of not only the world’s power structure, but of its oddities. The latter were, in some cases, stored away, but in the case of living entities, put to use. Waste not want not. And what the group wanted very badly was Kit, and were willing to go far out of their way to get him.
Kit was appointed, after training and time for personal enjoyment in any way that he chose, as an ‘enforcer’ of the group, dealing with situations that needed to be handled as only Kit and certain other individuals like him could. ‘Enforcer’, of course, was the polite, legal term that was put on the payroll. What Kit had become, in truth, was an assassin, and one primarily focused at two distinct groups: rivals of the group and superhumans that had crossed them, or were deemed enough of a threat to their existence.
((With that done, I'll allow you to make an intro post deciding our location. 'Kay?))
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