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Pit Fighter Biographies; Bios go here after Signup
Topic Started: Jul 9 2010, 04:49 AM (684 Views)
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Post yer biographies here when you've Signed Up for the Orgy of Blood.

Remember to sign up in the Announcements Topic first, that's what I'll be using to set up the Ladder Draw.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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My bio. Also serves as sample bio.

Faction: Death's Head Raiders

Personal Info:
Name: Jacob Hale
Age: 47

Appearance:
Height: 7' 2"
Weight: 375 lbs
Build: Muscular - Heavy
Hair Colour: Black, going Grey
Eye Colour: Steel Grey, Red Cornea induced by alcohol and drug abuse

Biography:

Jacob Hale is more than likely the largest and oldest gladiator in the pits. He was an animal in his prime, with an undefeated streak of over twenty fights before retiring to train other Death's Head Pit Fighters. However, he has heard talk.

They say he's too old. they say he's too slow. They say he's a useless, worthless old man. He says they lie.

Jacob is entering the Pit for the last time. Victory or death. To kill the nay-sayers or die proving them right. He fights for his pride, his honour, and his dignity. One last time. One last run to prove he's not some has-been. To prove he's worth a damn. To prove to the pups that the old dog can still bite. To prove it by breaking every bone in their tiny bodies.

Strengths & Weaknesses:

Jacob is old. He is experienced. He is phenomenally strong and surprisingly agile for his age and size. His reach is even longer than his ape-like arms would suggest, and he knows full-well how to use it. He is the Death's Head Weapon Master, training the younger Pit Fighters. Younger fighters think of moving, he's already moving.

Shame he moves slower than younger ones. While he is quicker on his feet than he looks, his size and muscular build cost him flexibility and ease of movement, and his heavy build has put strain on his joints. He suffers frequent back and joint pain, and probably suffers from arthritis in his knees and ankles. While it has not been diagnosed, Jacob also suffers from the early stages of lung cancer, brought on by a lifetime of substance abuse and heavy smoking. He's lucky it took this long to set in.
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

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"O hai."

Faction: Red Skull Tribe

Personal Info:
Name: He Who Hungers
Age: 23

Appearance:
Height: 5'11
Weight: 143 lbs
Build: Muscular, Thin.
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Blue

Biography:

He Who Hungers used to be treated as a pet. In fact, he used to be referred to as "Pet". The rest of the Red Skull tribe used to keep him chained up at a pole in the center of the village; where everybody could laugh and be entertained by "Pet's" disorgained speech and his responses to his hallucinations.

When he wasn't being chained up and laughed at, He Who Hungers would spend time alone; absently chewing on his fingers. During this time, sometimes people would ambush He Who Hungers and engage in beatings. Because, after all, who cared if the "Pet" died? They could always find a new-one.

He Who Hungers got his name after he got into a fight with a fellow tribe member when he was 13 when he stopped taking the beatings people would administer to him. After winning the brawl, He Who Hungers began to eat the unconscious man. It took two people to wank him off of the body. Even while being dragged away, He Who Hungers then turned to attempt to eat the men dragging away.

After that incident, He Who Hungers spent much of his time locked in a concrete cage. When he turned 15, several tribes member got the idea to save supplies by throwing the body's of the tribes other criminals.

During one of the times in which he was let outside for a bit, under guard of course, when he was 23, He Who Hunger overpowered the guard and took of weapon. In the dead of night, He Who Hungers began to feast on other members of the tribe.

The first place he visited during his feast was his family, the ones who locked him inside the concrete cell in the first place. Eating his entire family before morning, He Who Hungers slipped himself back into his cell before daylight broke.

When the tribe awoke and find the tent of He Who Hunger's family covered in blood and the pieces that He Who Hunger didn't want to eat; the tribe knew they couldn't just lock him up. Instead, they attempted to get rid of him in the Pit.


Strengths & Weaknesses:


He Who Hungers doesn't care about being wounded or dying. What he does care about, however, is the thought of having your body all to himself. Often willing to take "sample" bites of the person he's fighting with, He Who Hungers produces a very frightening fighting style that rely on both speed, fear and strikes in certain spots of the body.

However, He Who Hunger's isn't refined in his fighting style. Sure, he knows how to punch and kick; but, he doesn't know how to USE those effectively. He's just as likely to punch you in the chest as in the face or neck. If you do take those weapons away, he's done for. Also, He Who Hungers suffers from auditory hallucinations. At times, he might start randomly looking around; looking for the person "speaking to him" and thus leaving his guard down. He Who Hunger also is known to start talking back to the voices, often confusing his opponent for a moment or two. But, He Who Hungers is often too busy talking to the voices in order to fight back. "Often".
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Faction: Deaths Head Raiders

Personal Info:
Name: Franklin James Burke
Age: 32

Appearance:
Height: 5’10
Weight: 198 lbs
Build: Average-Wiry
Hair Colour: Shaven; was Brown
Eye Colour: Dark Brown

Biography:

Franklin Burke has one goal in mind when he enters the pit. Pain. Pain for his opponent and for him. Pain lets you know that your alive and pain lets you know the other guy is dying. He was raised on this. This is his mantra.

Born as the rape-child of a slave woman, his mother was tortured continually while she was pregnant and Frank himself was the subject of sever child abuse. When he was old enough to survive, they tortured him too and made him torture others. Over his life, Frank grew an almost religious view on pain, it was necessary for life. When the pain stops, you know you’re dead.

Strengths & Weaknesses:

Frank is resistant to pain and almost enjoys it. He knows just how to kill a person but tends to avoid the immediate death, going for the bleed-out or the choke. He wants his opponent to suffer and his will gives him more strength than one would expect.

However, what may be his greatest pleasure is also his greatest weakness. In his attempts to make the enemy suffer more, he’ll put himself in danger. An injured man can still fight. His body may be conditioned to pain but it hasn’t recovered. He is covered in scars and other markings. However, Frank often doesn’t know how bad he is hurt and will sometimes lose far too much blood without realizing it.

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Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

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Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
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Faction: Death's Head Raiders

Personal Info:
Name: Urchin
Age: (?) 15-18

Appearance
Height: 5'9
Weight: 11 st
Build: Average
Hair: Grade 4 shave; brown
Eye Colour: Green

Biography

Urchin is well, an urchin, he was born on the streets of a sprawling town, rife in savagery, brutality and murder. He therefore, is new to the Pit, having only fought one or two battles previously.

at the age of seven he killed his abusive father with a small explosive device he crafted over the period of four months. While his father was sleeping he planted the bomb on his chest and set the timer for ten seconds. He stood at the door and watched as the explosion blew a hole into his dad's stomach, living just long enough to see his own small son, smiling across his scarred face.

After this, he stole all the money he could from his shack and let to try his luck at a local free-boxing club. He learnt to use a lead pipe and killed two men before his twelfth birthday. Known to his enemies as the Pint sized Powerhouse, his anger knows know bounds and with little remorse or mercy, don't expect him to be lenient on your life.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Urchin is young and therefore, not strong enough to beat a seven foot monster with sheer force however, an in depth knowledge of pressure points and inflammatory body parts allows hi to calculate where every hit will cause the most excruciating pain.

Of course, someone who has accustomed to pain will find these attacks pitiful at best leaving Urchin to resort to tiring his opponents out.
Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider
Age: 25-28
SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x]

Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1
Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2)
Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin

Kills 12

Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen.
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Faction: Red Scull Tribe

Personal Info:
Name: Lobo Vargas
Age: 31

Appearance:
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 160 lbs
Build: Muscular - Lean
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown

Biography:

Lobo is relatively new to the circuit. He’s not even from here, he came up from Mexico, and after his first pit fight, the Red Scull Tribe accepted him with open arms. Back down in Mexico, he the clan’s resident hand to hand fighter. He hopes to show the people here he’s can fight with more then just his fists.

As he enters the pit fights for the second time around, he’s fighting for something else. The thrill of the crowd. He loves it, always had, always will. As he walks into the stadium for his second time, he never stops smiling. He’s come to fight, and doesn’t care whether he dies or not. All that matters is that he’s going down swinging.

And he’s going to go down swinging hard.

Strengths & Weaknesses:

Lobo is perhaps the fastest man in the tourney. That’s how he win’s all of his fights, hit them faster then they can hit you. If his enemies close the distance, he can rather easily side-step or dodge anything they give him. His years fighting south of the border makes him unpredictable, fighting with a flair most of the combatants haven’t seen before.

Although his lack of experience may prove to be his downfall in the ring, there are a few other problems in his pit fighting strategy. His reliance on agility and speed to over power and wear down opponents in the ring means that slowing him down in some way makes him an easier target. Vargas, although extremely fast, sometimes has trouble landing the killing right off the bat. Lastly, he’s a crowd pleaser. That means he might do a thing or two that’ll make them cheer, but might not be so effective in a fight.
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Faction: Red Skull Tribe

Personal Info:
Name: Samuel Morrison
Age: 38

Appearance
Height: 6'11
Weight: 200 pounds
Build: muscular, Heavy
Hair: Black
Eye Colour: Blue

Biography
Every since Sam was young, all he knew was killing. It's been his life, and will always be his life. At the age of 15, he had murdered his parents. By the age of 30, he had murdered 140 people; men, women, even children. But he's found pleasure in killing, and he's sticking to it. Born in western Texas, he knows the arts of killing (by the warriors of the tribe). He was ousted from his tribe after killing his parents, and he went on a rampage. Eventually, after 100 more killings, he found his haven; the Red Skull tribe. Now, he can do his most favorite thing in the whole world, without anyone judging him.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Sam knows how to kill, he's been doing it all his life. His muscles also help solve his problems. Holding a man down with your foot while you decapitate his head is always fun.

He is not very accurate with his attacks, since he is more of a aggressive fighter.
He is also not really fast, he can move fast sometimes, but not all the time. Say he's in a fight, and his opponent is a fast kinda of guy. Chances are, he's gonna get some cuts.

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Faction: Death's Head Raiders

Personal Info
Name: Shank
Age: Late twenties

Appearance:
Height: 6'6”
Weight: 235 lb
Build: Long, lean and muscular.
Hair Colour: N/A. Radiation has caused all of his hair to fall out.
Eye Colour: Silver-gray.

Biography

Shank was first encountered as the head of a raider pack nearly a hundred men strong. He'd clawed and shredded his way up the ranks, and had a reputation as being absolutely bloodthirsty and maniacal in one-on-one combat. At some point in his harsh career he'd come in contact with hazardous materials, and his body is mutated and slightly warped as a result. Self-mutilation is evident in several sharp spikes of steel buried deep in his shoulders, elbows and skull, not to mention the extent of recreational tattoo-like scarring across his abs.

Regarded with fear and respect in his own pack, he found he rather enjoyed the splatter of gore on his chest as he opened up an opponent like a straight razor through ripe fruit. Hungry for further challenges, he made his way to the arenas, abandoning his pack and power for the chance to taste new blood.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Shank is a beast in the pits. Because of his harsh dog-eat-dog life, he is versed if not trained in the art of killing, and he enjoys it. His attacks are brutal, swift and straightforward – at times too much so. He can become overenthusiastic in the thick of battle, and misjudge or underestimate his opponent. Part of the reason he rose so quickly through the levels of his previous bandit pack was his proficiency in wearing armor offensively, charging and crushing his opponent with his own armored, mutilated body.

His skin has also warped as a result of his hazmat exposure. A scaly growth covers the back of his neck, down his shoulders and back, and terminates at his coccyx. His belly, face, legs and arms are freckled but unchanged. This growth has completely destroyed his nerve endings, so he does not feel pain from injuries inflicted upon it. He may go on fighting and bleeding with various gashes and wounds in his shoulders, though he will weaken and tire no less quickly.
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Archetype:// Trapper
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Faction: Red Skull Tribe

Personal Info
Name: Jeral Astor
Age: 27

Appearance
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 172 pounds
Build: Muscular - Lean
Hair Color: Blond, long dreadlocks
Eye Color: Green

Biography
Jeral was born into the Red Skull tribe, and, from an early age, was trained to be one of the tribe's warriors. He officially began his career as a tribal warrior at the age of 15, when he was part of a tribal war party that brutally massacred the women and children from an enemy tribe while the warriors were away. Jeral discovered that day how much he enjoyed the feeling of taking someone's life. He began to take a greater role in the tribe's war parties as a member of the vanguard, leading the parties from the front and cutting down all opposition.

In his spare time, Jeral began to take an active interest in the pit fights, where his love of killing could be fully realized, and where he could attain personal glory. As the junior member of the vanguard, he would constantly be outshone by older, more experienced warriors at the forefront of the battle. Through the pit fights, Jeral could begin to shine as a warrior and garner the respect that he felt he deserved. After barely winning his first fight at the age of 24, Jeral discovered that he enjoyed pit fighting, and so he began to regularly participate in any pit fights he could find.

Strengths and Weaknesses
Jeral is fast. He attacks with speed, striking at his opponents' weak points and finishing them before they have a chance to finish him. He also uses his speed to evade enemy strikes, leaving them open for brutally efficient counterattacks. Unlike other pit fighters, who may draw out their fights in order to gain the maximum amount of enjoyment out of their fights, Jeral fights to kill.

However, Jeral's speed is also his weakness. While it allows him to avoid enemy attacks, it comes at the expense of strength, meaning that he cannot take as much punishment as other pit fighters. If an opponent is able to land a few solid blows on Jeral, it will probably be enough to finish him. Also, as fights draw out, Jeral's agile fighting style begins to take a toll on him. While it allows him to avoid being hit, as the fight draws out, Jeral will begin to tire. Although it takes quite a while for Jeral's tiredness to reach a level where his opponent can use it to his or her advantage, once he does grow tired, he is pretty much done for.
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Current Condition--Normal.
4 kills.
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Current Condition--Just fine.
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Name: Manny Allen
Age: 28

Appearance. Manny is 5'10, with the build of a runner or a swimmer instead of a weightlifter. He is long and lean, no fat to be found on his body, and he weighs in at 170 pounds- maybe a hair under. His curly brown hair is hacked pretty short, but it can still flop into his face, so he keeps it tied back with a strip of cloth used in the same way a gal's headband would be. He has tan skin and freckles, a thin face, prominent brown eyes and cheekbones, and a sharp chin. His nose has been broken God only knows how many times, and he has various scars all over his body. He wears baggy jeans and a loose teeshirt with an oversized dingy button down shirt over it. He always has at least those two shirts on, and sometimes three, no matter how hot it is.

History. Manny grew up as the only child, with only his father around. His father was a real mental sunnoffabeech, real paranoid, and convinced that everyone was out to get him and his only child. So of course he had to prepare his son for the fact that everyone wanted to kill him, and that meant teaching his boy how to fight, and the earlier, the better. He started teaching Manny how to fight as soon as Manny could stand up without falling over. One of Manny's ancestors from way back was an expert fighter in multiple styles, and he taught all his kids all that he knew, who each taught all their kids, and so on and so on and so on. As a result of his father's “tutoring” (also known as “beatings”, with a dab of “mental torture” thrown in and just a small sprinkle of “crazy ass lectures”), by the time Manny was celebrating- hah! Celebrating! As if they ever did that!- his fourteenth birthday, he was profficient in a mixture of Muay Tai, hapkido, aikido, jujitsu, karate, judo and Krav Maga, and adds a small dash of his own creations to the mix. When Manny was sixteen, the crazy bastard finally died. One day, Manny was minding his own damn business when Raiders, well, raided the place, with him in it. Crazy Ass Bastard that his father was, Manny can use any combat weapon you can think of- but he never learned how to shoot a damn gun. They captured him instead of killing him, and decided he'd make a nifty “helper”. Helper. Yeah, right. More like “damn slave that does all the damn jobs that nobody else wants to do”. He worked his way up from the bottom, before the Raiders discovered that he has a talent for fighting. He can't shoot worth a damn, but holy hell, the boy could fight. Ever since they found that out, he's been fighting in the pits. He's been fighting now for ten years, and he's been promised that- if he lives through it- he can go free.

Strengths. Fast. Very fast, very agile. Extremely perceptive. He can read people and know what their next move will be, to the point that he's teased about being psychic. He's not- he can just read them fast enough and move fast enough that he can usually thwart their plan. He's also very flexible.
Weaknesses. He isn't as strong as he wishes he was, considering what he does. He's not very charismatic- not all his broken noses are because of the fights. Some of them were given to him because people didn't like his tone of eyeballs. He has secrets that he will kill to protect, and if he thinks you know them, he'll freeze momentarily.
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Special: 4/6/4/7/8/7/4

Traits:
Small frame
One hander
Sex appeal

Karma:

Equipment:
Weapons: Switchblade, Laser Handgun, 1 Stun Grenade, Kiga Rifle, 1 tricked out holster
Armor: Duster Coat

Inventory:
Jet- 3
Bottle of Amiphediprine
Small Hide- 1
5 Luisiana Currency dollars
Beers- 2



Looks:
Short, brown eyes, red hair that falls in her face, obscuring it. Distinguishing feature is a scar down the side of her face, running through the left eyebrow, missing the outer corner of her eye, down her cheek to her jaw.
Wears a leather duster, and prewar jeans and previously red shirt that's pinkish gray.
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Faction: Red skull tribe
Name: Mann Jackson
Eye color: Pale brown, almost dark yellow
Hair color: Brown long beard, bald
Age:56
Body build: Slightly muscular, thin.


Bio: Naming himself after the famous General "Stonewall" Jackson, this 56 year old was born in western Kentucky in a New Confederate occupied town. He fell in love with the idea of capturing people and selling them off, and killing anyone who denied him. Jackson, after proving himself worthy (probably by killing an unwanted townsman) joined the Confederates. He ranked up to a Colonel after almost 30 years, and even had his own, slightly independent chapter down in Columbus, Georgia. Although, his life certainly without flaw, and was a severe morphine addict. He got his dope through a raider group over in Atlanta, but after a while, he stop paying. The Raiders were fed up with his debt, and attacked his camp in the middle of the night. Due to the massive and unexpected blow, almost everyone was dead, except him and some others. The raiders took them and sold them as slaves (ironically). He, ended up going to the Red skull tribe, and used to fight as a Gladiator.


Strengths:
Has good experience with firearms and melee weapons
years as a soldier has made him perceptive and a combat oriented thinker

Weaknesses:
His age and addiction has made his body less agile as well as enduring
Poor eyesight
"BEHOLD!" An old man dressed like a Wizard screams at the top of his lungs. He holds an empty bottle of whiskey and his long use-to-be-white beard is all gray and crusty. "Wizard" as you know keep calling him in your mind, is standing next to a cardboard box with "THE CASTL" painted on it. Suddenly, it's all you see. Everything except for Wizard and his box turns to white.
Congratulations. You have entered the first level of hell.


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Faction-Red Skull Tribe

Personal Info
Name-Jarl Sinclare
Age-19

Apperance
Height-5'9"
Weight-150lbs
Build-Scrawny, thin
Haircolour-Golden Blonde
Eye Colour-Blue

Biography

Jarl has never before competed in the pit fights. He has witnessed the fights since his early childhood as he stood on the side lines cheering on his father and uncle who competed regulaly. It was his dream to follow in his families proud traditions and too fight in the pit.

However it wasn't to be. Unlike most of his tribe Jarl was gifted with with dashing looks and brains instead of the strenght of a pit fighter. He was seen as too scrawny to provide anything but meat folder and he was seen as a possible emarisment for the tribal elders. Jarl was angered by the eldars desision and so too was his father who knew that even though his son lacked strengh, he made up for it in brains and tactics that many fighters did not have.

For years Jarl stood in anger on the side lines while his friends and Uncle competed in the pit; his father was unable to compete anymore. In his heart he wanted to fight but his mind was gradually coming to terms with the fact that he would never be able to fight.

But fortune shone upon Jarl. Soon after he became nineteen the tribe was attacked by a monster; a mythical creature of un-imaginable power and strengh. A Death Claw. Several tirbals were killed and his father was injured. It was then that Jarl saw his chance. If he could slay the beast then the eldars would have to other option but to allow his to compete in the pit fights. One night he left the camp to where the beast was dwelling, in an abandoned mini mart a mile north of the tribe. There inside amongst the tills and shelves Jarl attacked the creature with nort but his father's spear. Using the low light levels and the cover of the shelves he waspin able to trick the Death Claw and brought it down with a quick thrust into it's spine.

Vitoriose he returned to the tribe with the head of the beast as a trophy of his deeds. The tribal leaders thanked him and granted Jal his lifelong amdition; to fight in the pit. Jarl now seeks to follow in his father and uncles footsteps and become a skilled pit fighter.

Strenghts and Weaknesses

Jarl is very, very clever. His sharp mind and knowlage of tactics and plans is his greatest assit over his compitition. He is also quick and nimble on his wee little feet and able to dart around an opponent as well as helping his dodge melele attacks to some degree. Also thanks to his father Jarl is skilled with a blade dispite his lack of stenght and his natural grace and spped allow his to pull finess moves rather than strengh attacks.

Now it is obviose where Jarl struggles; his strenght. Jarl is scrawny and to has trouble when attacking. He is unable to use heavy weapons and while using any weapon he is unable to inflict heavy blows to others. He is also inexpirenced and lacks the knowlage of how to fight a pit fight. His long golden hair is also a problem. It can obstruct his view while fighting while could lead to him getting wounded unexpectedly but Jarl will not cut it. In addition he is rather light headed so if he falls to the floor of is spun round or klunked on the head he will struggle to regain state of mind.

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