Open Challenge: Roran

[Axel_KH]

OOC- No, I don't have a bio, before you ask =p This is a one-off character, and I'm pretty much just trying to get myself back into RPing with a battle. All his appearence stuffs should be covered in this post, as should his weapons. His powers are amazing speed, surprising strength (Could lift a car with a good amount of effort) and incredible accuracy.

BIC-

It was cold. It was wet. It was dark.

Thunderclouds ruled over the sky, rumbling loudly and threateningly as the wind whistled. Rain was pouring down with no indication of easing up. The raindrops splashed against rooftops and pavements loudly, causing puddles to form and grow. Another rumble, followed by a flash. What a nice night.

Roran walked down the street, his footsteps masked by the sheer volume of the rain. The rain pounded down on him, stinging like a million needles pricking his skin at once. His hair, once vibrant, seemed slightly lifeless and the water dragged it down, a deep red and orange, clearly normally spiky but just messy due to the rain. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of some water in vain. His clothes were just as wet, restricting his movement slightly, but only slightly. His top was beige with orange writing on it, the sleeves stopping halfway down his upper arm, the bottom of the t-shirt barely touching his hips. His jeans were very plain, moderately baggy with rips on the knees, due to a number of scraps he'd gotten himself into. Roran suppressed a shiver as he turned a corner, on to another shop-lined street.

Hanging loosely at his waist were two handguns that seemed to end in a point. The handguns were specially modified so that they could be used in close combat as well as for long-ranged battling. On the side of either gun was a square button. This button would extend blades from the guns, but it would also lock the trigger in place, so they could be used to battle someone in close quarters. Roran spun in the spot and rummaged through his pockets.
"Bloody rain..." He said, pulling out a completely red bullet. "Makes it so damned hard just to find some ammo..." He slotted the bullet into one of the guns and pointed the gun at the sky. He pulled the trigger and the bullet shot directly up, leaving a trail of red sparks. As soon as it reached the right altitude, it exploded magnificently, the flames resisting the rain and lingering in the sky for thirty seconds before dying down and fading away.

"Hopefully, that'll get some attention," he muttered to himself, standing in the middle of a crossroad.

 

[Serge68]

I'll accept that challenge then. I just need to dig up my character later on.


Character Name: Nova Blaze

Weapon:

Twin Majesty-


(He does however generally prefer to use only one of them at a time)


Estillo de Reino- A martial arts style taught to him by his father, that emphasizes strategy, technique, uniqueness, unpredictability, over brute force (Looks like a mix of Capoeira with Tae kwon Do). He's been training his ass off in the style for as long as he can remember, and each day, trying to improve his combat skill, even if but a little. Training is brutal and grueling, but overall, completely worthwile.

Age:18

Height: 6'1

Weight: 155 pounds

Appearance: Caramel brown skin, green eyes, and very little body fat. Girls fall for him easily because he's got that "pretty boy" face. Which is entirely aginst his nature. He's skinny, with a very well-toned and flexible body. He prefers to wear simple-easy to manage clothing, therefore, he wears a white wife beater t-shirt, and black khaki's with a pair of brown leather boots. He's not totally bald, but had his hair cut short to decrease resistance and for the fact that he's genuinely lazy when it comes to hair management.

He's got a pair red sheathes made out of fionely polished bamboo wood slung diagonally over his back and over his small brown knapsack. There's a hidden compartment on the outside of the sheathes to with a cutting knife concealed inside. He's also got a dagger concealed within a tiny sheathe on his left ankle.

 

[Axel_KH]

OOC- Cool. Now, might I suggest a post meeting my character?

 

[Serge68]

((Alrighty then, let's have some fun with this))

"Dammit! Of all the times to NOT bring an umbrella! Oh, no ma'am i'll be fine I wouldn't want to TROUBLE you, thanks anyway."

The was an angry black man outside in the woods with nothing but a wife beater t-shirt, berating himself out loud. Hindsight was 20/20 as he lamented on his complete lack of appropriate atire.

...And the rain was coming down pretty thick too. Not even animals were out in this weather right now. But he had to press on if he was you know, fond of living.


BOOM!

Lightning crashed like greased hotrods in the sky above him, as the wind blew harder and harder against him. Had Nova he going the other way, he'd probably be fine, but seeing as how he needed to get to town, he'd have to take it like a champ.

As Nova craned his neck to gaze at the weeping sky, it seemed as if he was staring into space itself. The stars shone brighter than ever, though it was hard to see, and the rolling thunder arked it's way through the air like moving art. But something was different tonight.

A red pillar of sparks illuminated the night sky just above the tree line.

There was another poor schmuk out there caught in the rain. Maybe they could help each other out. Or maybe whoever it was was just shooting a flare up becuase they were getting eaten by a bear.

Ah hell, it was a waste just standing there deliberating; and before he knew it, he was already running through the woods. Within five minutes, he was already getting close to his destination, and full of scrapes and scatches from various branch and brush.

A city, as if it came right out of nowhere met his eyes.

"CIVILLIZATION! OH! THANK THE GODS!" That made his day better.

He picked his pace up and cleared about twenty miles within five minutes. But he could go much faster.

The3 city was moderately sized. It wasn't the big apple, but then again, it wasn't just a ghost town either, and within seconds, he was already walking the city streets. He set his knapsack down for a moment, fumbling around fruitfully unti-

"AHA!' Now let's see here. Twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thrity."

Nova had enough to put himself up for the night... as soon as he found a place to put himself up in. The only thing that he did find was a man with a strange looking gun. Red smoke was still leaking out of the barrell.

"Um, were you the one who fired off that flare?"

the words seemed to escape his mouth. The rain started to pour down harder now. In fact, it was getting downright torrential.

 

[Axel_KH]

"Yep, that's me," Roran said, grinning slightly as he saw this other person, who was just as soaked as he was. He looked at the male, who looked to be only barely older than he was. Roughly two years older, he reckoned, and evidently he worked out. Roran also noticed two sword hilts, apparently strapped to the male's back.

"Look like you're having fun," Roran said, winking. Clearly, the teen had been out for at least as long as he had. Roran shivered just once. The rain was starting to chill him. "Set it off for a challenge, haven't had a decent sparring match in ages." Roran nodded, hoping that whoever this guy was might catch on.

 

[Serge68]

"...Huh... a sparring match you say? Only on the condition that we can find someplace warm afterwards."

He steeped back a few paces.

"Fine, i'll oblige you."

With that, Nova gently reached over his shoulder, caressing the handle of his blade gently, and running his wrist along the edges. All warriors have to show respect to their blades in some way or another. Well, this was Nova's way.

He was nervous for a few seconds, in part of the effort to combat this, he drew a few gentle breaths and closed his eyes meditatively. This was normal in any of his fights; but in a way, he cut his fear with a half drawn blade.

...And then opened his eyes and stared into his opponents.

He was ready.

 

[Axel_KH]

"It's a deal, the rain doesn't do me any favours either," Roran said, brushing a few strands of soaked hair from his eyes and reaching for his belt. He glanced at Nova, and recognised that it was up to him to make the first move. Roran looked down at the floor, then around him as he gripped both of his guns, pushing the button on either gun in turn, extending the blades. Then, his posture went oddly relaxed, his arms loose, shoulders dropped, head tilted down slightly. He only loosely gripped the guns, and his eyes were barely open.

This was his own way of fighting.

Within a second, Roran had closed the gap in between he and Nova, darting in with speed that should not be so in a normal human. He had spun clockwise, and brought his right hand swinging round in a powerful backhand slash move, jumping slightly as he did so, increasing the force he was putting into the move.

 

[Serge68]

Damn!

His opponent was fast! But he too possesed a great deal of speed.

...Apparently his guns had blades too.

Nova eyes perked up when he saw the incoming attack, and he knew exactly what to do.

In an almost instinctive manner, he ducked to the ground , extending his other leg for support. Nova unsheathed the blade for his left hand in an instant and thrusted at his opponent's exposed sides to counter.

His weight shfted to his right side as he rolled onto his head and into a spinning headstand, with his legs ripping through the air and cutting through the relentless rain.