Mad Scientist BioBeast

Name: Vangar
Species: Fa-Matoran
Gender: Male
Alignment: ???
Powers: None, save for the infallible Fa-Matoran inner compass and sense of direction.
Mask: Powerless Great Volitak
Weapon(s): None. Vangar is better at running from fights than fighting them.
Appearance: Vangar is an average-sized Matoran of Magnetism, and can easily blend into a crowd. He has no distinguishing features, even his black Kanohi Volitak is averagely common for Fa-Matoran. Vangar wears grey armor, with black highlights. The only thing that differentiates him from other Volitak wearing Fa-matoran is that he is never seen without his iStone, which he has used to chronicle his life.
Traits: Vangar’s defining trait is that he has no idea who he is. (Well, it would be defining if amnesia wasn’t so stinking common in RPGs…) Vangar had the unlucky destiny to be plagued by amnesia, or in simpler terms, he forgets who he is quite frequently. Because of his repeated cases of amnesia, he carries around an iStone, which he has started using to keep track of his life. He will frequently log his actions and interactions in his iStone, so that when he forgets what has happened, he can quickly read up on what he was doing and why.
Bio: Vangar has no idea what happened to him before he got his iStone, as he quite frequently loses his memory. The only reason he remembers what has happened to him since he got his iStone is that he uses the iStone to chronicle his life so that when he loses his memory he can look back and read all that he had done. His life since he got his iStone has been boring, and nothing noteworthy has really happened.
Weakness(es): As a Matoran, Vangar is outclassed by almost every other species in combat. And even then, he prefers to run away from fights.

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

Ryan watched impatiently as Skafora disarmed his opponent. He wanted the stupid capture the flag match over with so he could have his fight. "C'mon, just beat the other team already..."

So before I actually start playing, is there any plot to follow or are the PCs just running around fighting demons and other PCs?

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

"Well... It wasn't that bad." Ryan said politely, not wanting to disappoint the mayor of the floating island he lived on. "It wasn't that deep. And I'm pretty sure none of my organs were injured. I'd have fainted if they had. Not to mention the fact that I couldn't have lost that much blood... If I had lost that much blood, why it'd be physically impossible for me to stay conscious. Your doctors must've messed up."

Hmm, never thought I'd see an Okama RPG.

 

is there a source where you got all these ideas? I'd like to read it.

Okama - Okama is a Japanese slang term for transgender or homosexual.

Okami - Japanese word for wolf. May refer to either the normal animal or the magical creature. (Also the name of a game where you take on the role of Amaterasu, the sun goddess of Japanese myths.)

Two completely different things.

Name: Isamu

Gender: Male

Species: Oina

Appearance: Isamu has dark green pants with an indigo belt, which matches in color with his undershirt and over shirt respectively. He has leather footwear, and metal armguards. Like most Oina, Isamu has a mask. Isamu’s mask bears the design of a dark green boar, with tusks coming out of the front of the mask, and small ears attached to the top. In his wolf form Isamu has primarily dark green fur, with indigo highlights.

Equipment: Isamu wields a Nodachi.(A Nodachi is a long curved sword)

Allegiance: Isamu is aligned with the Disciples of the Gods. More specifically, the Hana Valley base.

Personality: Isamu is a jack of all trades but a master of none. And he knows it. The fact that he is mundane at everything drives him crazy. He practices all the time, and never manages to perfect one of his many skills. However, unless you bring up his pet peeve, Isamu is usually a pretty nice guy.

Background: Isamu was born and raised in Wep’Keer. However, eventually he left and began exploring the rest of Nippon. However, as he traveled through the Northern Lands, he was accosted by a demon. He survived the fight, but only thanks to one of the Hana Valley Diciples. Said disciple took him to Hana Valley, where Isamu joined the Hana Valley’s group of Diciples.

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

Ryan had entered the Arena, intending to schedule himself a match. It didn't end up going that way. First off, Ryan had kinda forgotten where he was supposed to go to schedule matches. Second, he was quickly loosing his nerve. Thirdly, one of the guards had looked at him, and ran off down one of the hallways, making Ryan even more nervous. He glanced around, hoping he wasn't about to be kicked out for breaking some rule when he noticed a familiar face enter the Arena Lobby...

Alcinder walked out of the office he was in and headed for the main entryway of the arena. When he got there, he looked around for a second and found Ryan, who he walked over to. "Hello, Ryan, I've been hoping you'd show up," he said as he extended his hand for a handshake. "You probably know this already, but I'm the Mayor, Alcinder, and I'd like you to be in the tournament."

"M-Me?" Ryan asked, looking at the mayor if he had sprouted another head. "I think you've gotten the wrong guy, I'm not good at fighting. I just wanted an official pre-tournament match, that's all..."

IC:Ryan Noc ~Just outside the Arena~

After waving good bye to Evan, Ryan mulled over what the younger fighter had said, and eventually decided that Evan was right. Ryan should just stop complaining and earn himself a title. With this in mind he headed back towards the Arena, intending to schedule himself a match.

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

"Well yeah... I mean, that's the only thing I can really do..." Ryan said, rolling his eyes as Evan's attempt to be helpful ended up with him simply stating the obvious. "And okay Lisa, I guess we'll see you later."

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

"Oh, they gave you a nickname?" Ryan asked Evan, his eyes slightly less eager than they were before. "They didn't think I was good enough for one..."

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Arena~

Ryan watched as Logan knocked his opponent off their legs, effectively winning him the match. "Wow, I definitely don't wanna get on your brother's bad side Lisa." Ryan said, grimacing as Logan finished the match by breaking his opponent's legs. "One hit from that thing and I'd be toast!"

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Proelium Hospital~

"Yeah sure, I'll go." Ryan replied.OOC:

Yes, you can design your own NPC to fight against if you want.

IC:Ryan Noc ~Proelium Hospital~

"I'm sorry, but I've never hear of you." Ryan said, shrugging. "I mean, fifteen years ago I was being trained to get into the military, so..."

"Thanks Evan, I'll keep your words in mind." Ryan said, giving the slightly younger fighter a thumbs up. "You know, we should totally team up for a Capture the Flag match one day."

See no reason to not approve Narym, as long as you don't abuse his reflexes. Perfect reflexes or not, he still can't avoid everything.

Narym Zai is approved.

IC:Ryan Noc ~The Proelium Hospital~

Ryan grinned, slightly surprised that the two had waited to see if he was okay. "Yeah, we're cool Evan." Ryan shook the fighter's hand so that Evan didn't doubt his words. "Anyways, I probably should've mentioned that even though I'm from Suharto I'm actually a pretty cruddy fighter."

"And yes, I'm perfectly fine now." He said, turning to Lisa. "Thanks for the help..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to think of her name. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name, and if I did, I probably lost it along with all that blood."

IC:Shady Guy in a Trenchcoat that carries a Briefcase ~The Proelium Market~

Skafora wondered through the streets, thinking about his money situation. It was a circular problem, 'Can't enter tournament until I get money. Can't get money until I enter tournament...' that would've puzzled him for days if he hadn't bumped into a Man wearing a black trench-coat, knocking the shady man's briefcase to the ground. The shady man quickly picked up most of his things, shoving his junk back into the briefcase before quickly walking away, leaving the financially challenged fighter's life about as swiftly as he entered it. However, at Skafora's feet was a PDA that the Shady Man had apparently forgotten to pick up.

OOC:Hey Strack, bit 'o main-plot interacting with you.

IC: Ryan Noc ~Proelium Hospital~

Ryan was taken further into the hospital, where he spent quite a bit of time having his side fixed. Of course, he was unconscious for most of it, and the parts that he wasn't unconscious for, he was doesn't really remember. Eventually he came back out to where Evan and Lisa were presumably still waiting for him.

IC:Ryan Noc ~Heading to a Hospital~

"Nah guys, I'm fine." Ryan said, leaning on Evan and Lisa as they headed towards the nearest medical station. "I mean, it's only a 17% chance you got my aorta. 17's a small number, right?"

Well, seeing as Ryan's never been in an actual tournament, he doesn't have a cool name. However when he actually becomes experienced and gets good at fighting, he'll probably get a name. A really really cheesy name, but a name non-the-less.

And yes, I have to agree with Terminus. Spleen wounds are very violent. Foam swords for everybody!

IC:Ryan Noc ~Proelium Streets~

"Guys, it's just a spleen wound. I'm fine." Ryan doubled over, the pain becoming too much to handle for the kid. "I hope..."

IC:Ryan Noc ~Proelium Gym~

"It's fine. Hopefully it's just my spleen, and not something important." Ryan said, ripping off his shirt and wrapping the wound. "Anyways, I can show you the way, once you've been here a month or two you learn the locations of all the hospitals."

OOC:Sorry for the delay. I'm back now though.

IC:Ryan Noc ~Proelium Gym~

The sword cut into Ryan's abdomen, dousing the sword in blood. "Ouch." Ryan commented flatly, giving Evan the time-out signal. "That's gonna hurt in the morning. I think you got my spleen there..." It was common knowledge that when inside the Arena, no matter how bad the wound was the Proelium doctors could fix it. It was also common knowledge however, that if you got hurt outside the Arena that the doctors were only half as good, so wounds gained outside the arena should be taken care of ASAP. "Nice swing Evan, but how about we don't use the swords next time, eh? It makes practice too short when you do..."

IC:Miha ~Zygad's Hut~

Miha's eyes narrowed as Zealokan stopped her from moving. She waited for him to finish ranting about how Miha shouldn't complain because he had it so much harder than she did.

"You used to have courage Zealokan. You were the one who started the Hau Karda. You were the one who wanted to be leader of a group that was going against the being who took down our Great Spirit. But something happened. I'm not sure if it's because you got scared of Makuta's powers during the Rama Hive attack, or because your girlfriend left you, but you aren't half the Toa you used to be when I first met you."

She turned away, and began to walk away. "And don't call me your friend. You taint Virthee's good name by calling me your friend, 'cause a Visic would never become friends with an immature coward like you."

IC:Miha ~Le-Koro~

Zealokan's venomous words stopped Miha in her tracks. Zealokan's spark of anger had rekindled the burning rage that Miha had been struggling to control ever since she rejoined Havon back in Ga-Koro. Or, to put it more simply, Miha snapped.

"Oh I'm sorry your Majesty, I thought that friends were supposed to help each other. That they were supposed to sacrifice their comfort for others. I mean, that's what I would've done if the situation was reversed, but obviously I'm incorrect. I mean, what would I know about being a good friend? I'm just a small Matoran who just saved your freaking life because I care about whether or not you can walk without limping. It's not like I've ever risked a friend's life just to make a fight scene more 'dramatic.'"

"But you know what? You bared your soul, so I'll do the same." The small Le-Matoran looked Zealokan in the eyes. "Imagine yourself my age. You've grown up on a happy little island, when suddenly everything goes to karz. You barely escape the island with your life, and manage to build new relationships with new people on a new island. Then, because you decide to have morals and fight evil, your new life begins to slowly disappear bit by bit. First it's your brother, who was the kind of brother that always made sure his little sister was taken care of. Then it's your sister, who always protected you from the laughter of the Ta-Matoran who constantly put you down for simply wanting to be like your father and become a doctor. Next it's your other sister, the one who always made sure that you had a smile on your face. Your final tie to your first life disappears without even saying goodbye."Miha sniffed a bit before continuing. "N-next it's your father. The one who taught you everything that you know about right and wrong. Then most of your friends. Eventually all you have left is two friends. So, you've lost two lives to the darkness and attempt to press onward in the fight, only to be told that you aren't good enough. But you keep fighting. And finally, when you've finally convinced people that you're strong enough to fight the darkness, you look to one of your last friends for the motivation to keep on fighting. The friend who you've looked up to since you joined his team. The one who had enough courage to form a Toa Team in direct defiance of the Makuta. And not only does that friend yell at you, he dashes all the hope you had in him."

By now Miha had started pacing in front of Zealokan, something she only did when agitated. "I used to think that you were a brave Toa-Hero. But you've shown me that you're nothing more than a coward."

OOC:Hey, I'm going to be busy for the next two or three days. Sorry...

IC:Ryan Noc ~Proelium Gym~

Ryan ducked underneath Evan's Gauntlet Sword, Ryan's own Gauntlet flying upwards as soon as the sword piece passed over his head in an attempt to daze Evan with an uppercut while he finished his swing. If it worked, then Evan would be dazed and the rest of the fight would be a cakewalk. If it didn't, then Evan would probably be able to land a few hits on him.

IC:Miha ~Le-Koro~

"Seriously Zeal, how do you deal with it? I mean, you're so upbeat all the time, and the first thing I thought when I heard my family was gone was, 'Well, I got nothing to live for now. Might as well step off the tree and die.' I mean, I obviously ignored that part of myself, but it keeps coming back at the worst of times and telling me to give up and die." She frowned. "Now answer me seriously this time Zeal. How did you cope with your entire village being destroyed? Why?! Why are you able to be so happy with that kind of burden dragging you down all the time?!"