Open Challenge: Remorse

December 7, 2006, 2:31 AM

This is an open challenge to anyone and everyone who has a character and wishes to accept. It would be preferable if my opponent had a good heart, but anyone will do. Credit goes to Jenova on Advent Children Forums for giving me the idea for this arena.

I will be using my Jake character (http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/ga...ters-1783.html)

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Whigrad Port City

It was well known that the primary reason for the Holy Northern Empire's initial southward expansion was due to a lack of trade opportunities. The harsh climate left most of the coastline frozen for the majority of the year, and crossing over land during the winter months was dangerous. This put the empire at the economic mercy of smaller countries that had access to year-round ports.

This all changed a little over two hundred years ago, when the second Emperor Mikhail invaded the southern nations, carving a path along the northwestern coast in a bloody expansion of territory that lasted almost thirty years. The war caused great strife in those times, but the union of so many nations eventually brought economic prosperity as the empire became the leading trade power in the northwest. The Mikhailian Sea, renamed after the man who brought it under one flag, remains under the empire's control to this day.

However, smaller cities to the north still rely on the seasonal ports. During the summer thaw, when the ice breaks up and the ships can pull free of the harbor, there is a rush of ocean traffic to get enough supplies to last the year. These port cities see a lot of cash flow during these times, but in the off-season, they are all but abandoned. Whigrad Port City was one such place. Smoke rose from the industrial areas and individual homes, but other than these small signs of life, there was little to distinguish Rydia from a ghost town.

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Jake had come here before, but only after his uncle, Ashia, had called him here.

Ashia, being Hera Ledro's brother, was an Allsie, and one of the few remaining survivors. Ashia battled a man Solus here, and won, only to realize he was being manipulated by his eldest brother, Sukani. He won the ensuing battle with his opponent, Solus, but had lost a friend in the process. through the battle, though short as it was, Ashia fought with increasing vigor and enjoyment, thrilled that there was one that could match him. In the end, though, he had won as his final transformation made him extremely strong. Too strong in fact. He misjudged his strength and blasted a hole straight through his opponent, ultimately killing him.

As a gesture of honour to his opponent, Ashia buried him there. Even though he had known him for only a few minutes, he could tell that Solus was unique.

Jake approached the icy spire that held Solus' body, and looked at his face through the clear ice. Ashia managed to heal the actual wound, but the life had already been extinguished from Solus' body.

The body was held upright in a posture of pride, his sword held in soldier's position in front of his body, the point pointing towards the ground. his hair was draped to the sides, exposing his flawless face in the ice.

Jake layed the flowers down on the ground by the tomb, which read:

HERE LIES SOLUS, WHO FOUGHT ASHIA LEDRO IN TRUE HONOUR AND DIED IN THE ENSUING CHAOS. MAY HE RISE TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN, WHERE HE MAY STAND PROUD AND TALL.

Under the inscription was a worn out date of brith to date of death. Jake may not have knownSolus personally, but anyone who was a victim of Sukani's plots was worthy of flowers from gods.

All of a sudden, the ground shifted behind Jake, and he heard someone approaching. He whirled around, drawing his sword and calling: "Who's there!?"

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Please, have a non-god-modding character guys. No super powerful people who can blow up the planet and stuff like that. And he should be posted on these forums.

December 7, 2006, 7:00 AM

((alrighty, let's get started.))

http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/ga...html#post33124

Now just where in the hell did he wander off into now? Wasn't he just busy getting scorched by the burning desert sands not but a few minutes back!?

Dammit! There was no use standing around right now, so he had to find a way out... or at least some place warm. Geez! He was going to freeze to death out here. And to make things worse, it felt like he was standing in the middle of a fragile ice-

crack

-field.

Crap.

"Who's there!?"

cried a voice out through the winter weariness. Nova swore that he'd heard steel being drawn. Hell, it must've been his imagination. Nobody would dream of fighting out here in this cold. The wind gusts were starting to get hard and frequent too. The windsw grew hard and harder still as they masked the black shilouette of a figure that appeared the snow-filled gusts.

"EXCUSE ME!" He yelled at the top of his lnugs.

"EXCUSE ME!" PLEASE, A LITTLE ASSISTANCE PLEASE?" The wind was making it difficult to hear. He'd soon have to scream even louder just to hear himself.

December 7, 2006, 2:01 PM

OOC: Tx, I;ll get on the post now. That was interesting though Serge...a helpless guy stuck in the ice? Amusing.

IC: Jake saw the man stuck in the icelands. His eyes, as his blood was 10% Dragon, had excellent vision, and he saw him struggling and yelling. He didn't look any older than 18, maybe 20. He's still older than me, Jake thought. Well, I guess that I should help him out.

Jake flew to the person, using his energy to repel him and keeping his tail wrapped around him, so that it didn't interfere with his flight.

He landed beside the man, holding out his hand to assist. "Need some help?" Jake asked through the howling wind. He held out his tail as well, just in case he couldn't grip his hands. "If you're going to take my tail, don't touch the blade. It's unbelievably sharp and can cut your hand off in an instant."

December 9, 2006, 6:54 AM

"Thanks! Umm, ya' mind telling me where the hell I am?"

A man who looked... well, more than human, had helped save him from a bad date with hypothermia.

"If you're going to take my tail, don't touch the blade. It's unbelievably sharp and can cut your hand off in an instant."

Tail?

He peered up at the man through the blinding winter frost quizzically. Then something else didn't add up. But he was going t o ask that question next instead, "it's alright, i've had my share of bad cuts." came out of his mouth. But the next question was "So, uhh, what's with the tail?"

It wasn't exactly that he was uncomfortable with it, especially because he was half freezing to death, but he did find it... strange.

Even stranger was the fact that he was in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

December 9, 2006, 9:21 PM

Jake laughed. "Yeah, I usually keep it hidden from people," Jake said as he pulled the person out. "But, I don't usually have to hide it. People accept the fact that I'm not totally human and get on with their lives. Most of the time anyways."

"You're in Whigrad Port City," he said as the wind swept snow past his black hair, showering it with white. "It's a great place to be in the summer, but nowadays," Jake said, looking up into the sky. "Well, let's just say global warming is really taking it's toll."

Jake took his sword out of the sheath, looking at it in wonder. "After all this time, the Soul Shredder hasn't cracked a bit," he muttered. "You'd think that it would break bacause of the cold, but it's still as perfect as the day Hera gave it to me." Jake shook himself out of his reverie, and looked back at the person in the tundra.

"Anyways, I have a tail because the Allsie gene was passed down to me by my grandfather, Hera Ledro," he said. "I've had it since birth, and I love it. It's helped me in many a battle."

"You look strong," Jake said. "You wanna train?" Jake brought his sword in to a ready position, straight in front of him like the zweihander it was. For some reason though, the Soul Shredder, monstrous blade though it was, was a very light sword, and was easy to heft. "It would warm you up, and you look really cold. Activity always helps in a situation like this. Whadday say?" Jake waited at the ready for the human's decision.

OOC: yeah, shouldn't we make this into the battle it should be

December 10, 2006, 12:53 AM

"Anyways, I have a tail because the Allsie gene was passed down to me by my grandfather, Hera Ledro," he said. "I've had it since birth, and I love it. It's helped me in many a battle."

"Allsie huh?"

The name kind of rang of bell...

Anyways, Nova made the extra effort to keep his tail in mind. Along with anyother visible advantages and disadvantages.

"You wanna train?"

Damn! Right out of the blue. Whoever this man, was seemed fasinated with his blade. And the way that he held it meant that he had some skill with it too, which meant that he was an experienced warrior. So, if he was an experienced warrior, then he firstly could pack a punch, secondly could take a hit ,and thirdly must've had a story to go with his blade.

"It would warm you up, and you look really cold. Activity always helps in a situation like this. Whadday say?"

Made sense to him. Plus, maybe a sword fight might help him uncover the secret behind his blade.

"Sure, just let me get myself ready."

With that, he stood up and shook the cold and frost off of him as best as he could and unsheathed his blade. Ten paces back was good, as he stepped into a back stance. A tae kwon do favorite, but then again, Estillo de reino was a concentrated amalgation of many different arts and styles.

Nova's blade was held in his right hand, diagonally over the front of his right knee, awaiting the next move.

December 10, 2006, 1:26 AM

OOC: My guy aint a man

he's thirteen years old

he's a kid!

and he's gonna kick ur ass!

IC: "Sweet," Jake said, grinning like a child. "It's been a while since my last fight with anyone. Whaddaya say-" Jake's body burst into flame as he transformed into his Dragon form.

He now stood over 6 feet tall, his red scales glittering in the sunlight. His green spines that ran along his back were sharp as a newly made nail, and his golden underbelly was hard as rock. His wings held a translucent, red membrane that stretched accross all 6 feet of each wing. He continued to hold his sword in the same fashion, but his tail, now having lost it's blade, swung around slowly, as if it were on a cat stalking a mouse.

Jake continued, his voice completely unchanged, "-we get this started." Jake backflipped around, the spines along his tail cutting through the air as he shot backwards. He landed and pushed off the ground, using his legs to propel himself forwards, and extended his wings straight, giving him better aerodynamics. "If I injure you," he called. "I can heal you after the battle, but I can't heal myself. sucks, don't it?"

Jake swung his sword as he came to a landing right beside his opponent, the blade whistling through the air with his hand. Jake used this momentum to continue his swing, turning around in a 360 degree turn, and waving his hand towards his opponent, claws outstretched, ready to tear the skin off his adversary's bones.

December 10, 2006, 7:58 AM

((Careful now, over-confidence comes with a huge disadvantage... little boy!))

The kid had transformed into a six foot dragonoid beast with green spine, and a large translucent membrane to go with his wings.

"Huh..."

Was all that managed to escape Nova's mouth.

Then, something that big (which in Nova's mind seemed to defy the very laws of physics) disappeared!

Crunch!

Crap! He was behind him.

Ehh, no worries though! Because the legends about the style are true. It is very unwise to sneak up on a user of Estillo de Reino.

Nova immediately heard the claws and the blade of his opponent raking through the air.

With that, Nova immediately dropped to the ground and kicked back with his right leg, with his left hand grabbing the freezing ground. His right hand however...

December 14, 2006, 4:02 PM

OOC: I am soooooo sorry that this took so long. Each and every time I made a post on this MY COMPUTER SHUIT DOWN or I had to go somewhere, or something else retarded.

IC: Jake saw the kick coming, and jumped over his opponent, landing 20 feet behind him. "You have to be faster than that to catch me," he said. Jake knew full well that, even though his strongest area was strength, his speed was not compromised.

As Jake landed, he whirled around and sent a fireball searing straight towards his foe. He used his right hand holding the sword to slam it on the ground, causing a tremor that resounded through the whole area.

He laughed. "I hope you can provide me with a challenge. I'd hate to be disappointed, especially when you seem pretty strong."

Jake whirled about, causing a massive wave of energy to streak towards his foe as he swung his sword horizontally. Upon instinct, he drew a huge wall around Solus' grave, protecting it from anything that would happen during this battle.

December 14, 2006, 6:37 PM

Through hours or extreme practice, he sharpened himself. Not through being born lucky enough to have been born into a bloodline with desirable traits, like having wings for an example. And he knew that this person would never have to work as hard as he to gain strength.

But Nova didn't mind

Because that meaned that he earned every victory!

But these people were all the same. They were all about flashy (literally) moves, and not much substance.

Oh well, the fact that a wave of energy was flying towards him meant that he he needed to move the hell out of the way. With that, Nova ran forward, towards the fireball and leapt into the air. That way, he avoided the tremors on the ground and the wave of energy being hurled at him.

With Nova's combat reflexes being sharper than a blade, whipped his blade out, arcing it above his head. He swung roughly to the right, turning with his hips as much as they would cooperate, as he smacked the incoming fireball with the flat of