Alright it's about time I say some words about this RP.
The short of it is, that I think I'll need a new GM for it or at least a co-GM if I am to launch it. While this RP is meant to be fairly low maintenance as far as R Ps go, I still don't feel confident in being able to constantly check up on it with my schedule as it is right now.
Thus, I need someone to be around and stand with some authority in case stuff happens. So... any takers? I will not throw everything on you of course, I will still be around, play NP Cs, world build, give advice and make decisions as they come, I just need someone to take responsibility for the day to day of the game.
Hmmm after briefly considering my options, I think I will take Ragna up on his offer.
Still, thank you to everyone that remains interested in this game despite my tardiness. And even though I named Ragna, everyone can contribute to the health and running of the RP by offering themselves to act as referees for fights and assisting your fellow players.
So, once again, thank you all very much!
Arbiter protocol 32.2: Acquisition of new contestants
Judgment C126, Initialized:
Loading list of Candidates...
Lady Alexandria Angelica Cartwright the Third: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Tsuyoi Senshukami [Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Henry Gasfunt [Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Grimdad: Inspected...
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Irregularities in subject encountered.
Proceeding to take corrective measures.
Greater Seal of All-Caps Limiter Implemented.
Mark of Disbelieving Origins To Better Fit with Historic Data Applied.
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[Current] Grimdad: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Seraphine [Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
G.E.W.L: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Tyrone Currington [Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Vrang Rugard: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Susan Whitnall: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned
Chiyoko Rika: Inspected, Approved, Contacted...
Contact proved unsatisfactory, unqualifying.
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Receiving [[Susan Whitnall's 'Desperate Appeal']]
Processing...
Chiyoko Rika: Re-Inspected, Re-Approved, Re-Contacted, Summoned.
Nakamura Kiyomi: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Fluffy [Many Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Andre Dox [Title Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Aural Protectors Equipped, Contacted, Research Note: Invest in Better Aural Protectors, Summoned.
Kailani Sorre [Title Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Better Aural Protectors Equipped, Contacted, Research Note, Invest in Better Better Aural Protectors, Summoned.
Regarding Two Previous Summonings: Apply Greater Glyphs of Noise Suppression at all Times.
Jerry Kings [Many Many Titles Omitted]: Inspected, Approved, Contacted, Summoned.
Ripper and Centipede: Deemed as not appropriate for the battle field.
Judgment C126, Finalized.
edited 18th Feb '13 12:16:48 PM by daltar
If we're allowed more than two I would like to use this guy, gal, or thing.
Name: The Tarrot
Age: Early twenties
Race: Artifact
Gender: Gender of the host
Appearance: Tarrot wears a mask that looks like someone took the two theater masks and stuck them together. He wears a business suite shirt that is too big with a white long sleeve shirt under it. Tarrot wears a sad crying emotion con on the right side of his chest and his deck of cards on his right hip. He also wears a brown belt, yellow tie, and something that is a mesh between a pilgrim hat and a top hat. Tarrot has black hair in a mullet that curls in the back.
Personality: Tarrot loves to psychology screw with people and prove that he is capable and competent. This often leaves him trying to mess with opponents when using his powers would be easier. When angry Tarrot simply tries to overpower his opponents by using his most powerful cards save his white rabbit. Tarrot loves to read people with Tarrot cards at the beginning of matches to find out about personality, history, and fears, but prefers to leave what they will do in a fight up to the fates. Tarrot contrary to his name hates to be a pawn or a plaything.
Bio:
Categories and Affiliations: Magic relic, possessed, written order, mask, magic user, tarot card user
Abilities: Tarrot's powers revolve around cards. To the arena he brought his special deck of cards to fight.
Corruption: Summons Giant Worm
Mirror: Creates a duplicate that does whatever it duplicates does
Gemini: Creates a twin of the affected. Use on opponent then you have two opponents.
4: Summons four skeletons
Death: Four swords appear on field
Guardian: Summons big golem
The Damned: Causes ground to tear and fire and lava to pour out of the cracks.
Door: Can open close doors or create a portal to anywhere
Fog: Creates fog of any color that only tarrot can see through
White Rabbit: Transformers Tarrot. In form Tarrot wears a kimono and a jade rabbit necklace that when removed returns Tarrot to normal. In this form Tarrot has superior strength and speed, but after using it takes tarrot a day or two before he can use any card
Possessions: Tarrot own a deck of standard playing cards, a deck regular tarot cards, and a deck of custom tarot cards.
Other: The Tarrot was born in a land where people are given false memories where the only certainty is what you are doing now. His false memories take the form of possessing a man on Halloween night after he put on the mask. In truth this body has no mind and is actually his even though his true form is the mask. Tarrot was supposed to be enter another tournament called Roulette City.
edited 25th Feb '13 8:32:32 AM by Philosopher
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.Name: Jim Morrison, The Fist of Chaos
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male.
Appearance: http://cdn.bleacherreport.net/images_root/slides/photos/001/526/099/sheamus_display_image.jpg?1320599525
This guy.
Clothes, Costumes and Armor: Jim wears a brown robe, slightly shorter than most to facilitate easier movement and fighting.
Personality: Jim is a boisterous man, loud and proud. He believes himself to be an excellent fighter, and loves to prove it. He likes to hold his grudges long after they're due to be done, extend the smallest slight a long time.. but tends to be a bit silly about repaying them. You might wake up a few weeks after you insulted him, only to find that when you roll over half your bed is missing, replaced with full pie tins on the floor. He acts rather strange at time, and loves to set people up for pratfalls, and act counter to his character just to confuse people. Sometimes he speaks in the third person, just for the hell of it.
Profession: Jim used to be a boxer, years ago, but now he runs an Irish bar.
Bio: Jim is a former boxer, having done fairly well in his days in the ring, but by no means outstanding. He retired a year ago, claiming he lost the touch, and vanished. Wandering the towns and cities, roaming around the world, he picked up new tricks, and styles.. and then forgot them promptly, or mutated them into new tricks. Now, he has come to Arena city to try all he has learned, forgot, came up with five seconds ago, or did by accident in the arena. With the money he earned doing various odd jobs in his travels, he has also started an Irish bar in the city.
Categories and Affiliations: Jim's affiliated with no one but himself, his family that helps him run the bar, and his cat, whiskers.
Abilities: Jim practices Earthly Fist Heavenly Arse style. His 'style' is a compilation of various slightly magical martial arts moves, ki attacks, wrestling, and anything he can think of, with no rhyme, reason, or underlying link to them. They come from this list, which will get bigger every few matches. He often calls out the wrong name for his attack, forgets what he's doing, stops in the middle of a move or an attack, runs away for no reason, drops an advantage to yawn, and similar. His real skill is confusing the fuck out of his opponent, because even he doesn't REALLY know what he's doing. Current 50 move moveset: http://pastebin.com/zCaicYZK
Possessions: Jim doesn't really have any notable possessions, unless you count his apartment and his bar, and all the random shit up his sleeves.
Other: Rocky Road ice cream is the best. He worships the god Koan, who controls Chaos.
edited 4th Mar '13 6:00:16 PM by neopie
I ship it.- Name: Ial Lesson; also known as
The ThespianThe Informant - Age: 37
- Race: Human, supposedly
- Gender: Male
- Appearance: A slightly tall, thin and lean built man with a sharp sense of style, always wearing one formal business suit or another. Clean shaven with short, neatly trimmed and combed brown hair and grey eyes that seem to be peering at more than just what's in front of him. Has a white tuxedo and a white comedy mask lying in his house somewhere, but he's left it where it lies.
- Clothes, Costumes and Armor: Tuxedos and business suits. Lots of them. Made of highly resistant magic infused fibers. Without any major offensive abilities, he'll take whatever equipment based advantages he can get.
- Personality: A man with a highly aloof personality, prone to a flowery manner of speech as he flaunts his ego and acts like he knows more than everyone else. He isn't entirely malicious, but his self-centered behavior and belief that he's so above it all can make it difficult for other people to find him tolerable.
- Profession: Information Broker. Supposedly had a large number of jobs before.*
- Bio: A strange man from another world, Ial's exact origins are unknown. While there are some rumored facts about his existence before the Arbiter's Arena, they all exist in contradiction to one another, the truth obscured by lies and distortion. A simple actor gifted with a seer's vision, a reformed villain who reformed his city, or a ruthless mob boss who mercilessly mowed down the competition? Not even he can tell you which story is real. He insists that none of it really matters though, and the only thing that does is keeping the "story" they're all in now as enjoyable and entertaining as they can.
- Categories and Affiliations: Well Dressed, Actor, Meta
- Abilities: Physically, Ial is well fit and could hold his own in a normal man-to-man brawl - if the other man was human, that is. But aside from being in generally good health and knowing the basics of how to fight, there is nothing spectacular about his body. The one advantage he does have, however, is a major one - a total lack of a fourth wall. Aside from knowing he's fictional, Ial has access to all information revealed in posts, the discussion thread, and in sign ups, along with minor quirks like knowing how to speak any language so long as it's translated in English. Not directly useful in a fight, but he always knows what he will be getting into and he's difficult to get the jump on.
- Possessions: Knowing he was outgunned, Ial brought with him an enchanted, shape-shifting cane capable of transforming into a sword, a taser, a single-fire shotgun, a grappling hook, and a (bulletproof) umbrella.
- Other: His favorite flavor of ice cream is vanilla, because it's perfect for sundaes.

@ Troy: Granted, but do you at least understand my point?