RP- Tournament: Destinationis Caedes

He sighed.

"Is there lodging somewhere?"

The announcer came in. "There's the infirmary on the right here, but that's it."

"Okay then. Good thing I always come prepared."

He pitched a medium sized royal looking tent.

Ryku facepalmed. Oh God! he thought.

He went in and went into meditation, wonder to himself.

He breathed out.


When is this going to start? I have other things to accomplish.

Byakuya just sat on the couch and continued meditating. "This was a huge waste of time. Why did soul society not send that barbarian Kenpachi Zaraki to do this?" he thought.

He spoke without losing his concentration.

"Don't act like your too good for this Byakuya. Besides...Zaraki can only do so much with a sword. Hardly worth the sport."

(Your character can read minds? Whatever, well just act like he said it aloud.)


Byakuya opened his eyes. "I Am a member of the noble Kuchiki family, it is not my job to waste my time doing trivial things like tournaments. However the Head Captain asked me to attend. This tournament wont last long anyway.Most of the people here are not worthy to fight me." Byakuya said.

((Sorry, missed that detail.))

"Hmph...An attitude like that will get you knocked faster than your blade can split, Byakuya. And if your wondering how I know that, let's just I've had dealings with soul society."


((He is wandering soul...And where the heck is Phil?))

Too late to join in?

Name: Xiendal (Bi[i][/i]tch ain't got no last name)
Age: ?
Gender: Male
Skills: Xiendal can control sand, and by no means needs to have an open source to gain it. He can gather dust molecules from the air and harden them until they can be used in combat. He favours making the sand very hard and turning them into weapons like LongSwords or Throwing Knives.
Personality: Xiendal is not a very ecstatic or energetic person. Infact, his automatic reply to everything is sarcasm or violence. He is not a bloodthirsty barbaric man, but bores easily and constant battle keeps him on his toes and excites the thought of not knowing what is coming next.
Appearance: Xiendal wears a long, black cloak with a hood that he often keeps over his head. The cloak covers most of his body, and even the parts that it doesnt cover, he wears black everywhere except his neck and face. He has pale blue eyes and long black hair.
History: Screw the history. The boy has memories that I can expand on in the story if I feel like it. Do you REALLY want to read another cliched sob story about the boy loosing his parents and memories?

(Hey blatent gaara knock off, why not?)

"Humph, i have no time to waste with you." Byakuya said as he got up and walked away.

((At least I created an original character (apart from the power, but who says I'm ripping off Gaara for the power?), instead of using the same (already made) character in almost every RP. :P))

((Yeah, Byakuya...))


He smiled and went back to his business.

((GoldenPili, you're in.))

((When you going to start this off Phil? We're lacking here))

(Byakuya is my favorite anime character)

Announcer, "We'll be waiting for a few more competitors. If they don't show up then too bad for them!"

((BAM!))

Name: Jordir Haluken

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Weapons & Skills: Jordir is a master duelist, and dispite his (relatively) old age he is still unmatched, having never lost a duel. With any weapon, under any circumstances, he is considered unbeatable in single combat. He carries a heavily decorated, gold-plated three-barrelled pistol named Oblivion, and an epee with an ebony grip and black-enameled basket hilt, named Perdition.

Personality: Jordir is every inch a gentleman, his manners, his speech, his garb, his sense of honor, all this reveals his unwavering discipline and determination to be a gentleman. His temper, a thing of myth, said to be there, but never has it been seen, rumored to be locked away somewhere deep within his soul. The man is not overly friendly, but niether is he hostile, remaining entirely neutral in all things. This makes him an excellent negotiator, and judge, though his lack of emotion in all things has led more than a few to think he is not quite human.

Appearance: Jordir is dressed very well in his ceremonial dueling outfit, consisting of a royal purple jacket embroidered with gold and black over a blue tunic embroidered with red and gold. as well as a pair of leather riding breeches and knee-length black boots. His boots were fastened with silver buckles, and his breeches were belted with a heavy black belt, which also had a silver buckle. Jordir's jacket was belted over all this with an extremely ornate swordbelt of the best quality, this belt holds Oblivion and Perdition. And on his head he wears a black, wide-brimmed hat with a dark purple feather tucked in the band.

History: Jordir Haluken, was born Jordir Rathun, he was just another peasant boy, until one day, his father was conscripted. After two years of service, his father was awarded a commision and then, six months later, he retired. His father returned home to find that his son, who he had always wanted to grow up a proper gentleman, had been apprenticed to a blacksmith. At that moment Jordir's father made a hard decision. He sent Jordir to live with the House Haluken, the head of which, had been his commanding officer during his time in the army. It was during his time with House Haluken that Jordir became a gentleman, and when he turned seventeen he took the Haluken name. It was only days after this, that Jordir fought his first duel. He walked away from it barely alive, and when he recovered, three masters of weaponry were assigned to teach him the art of dueling.
Many, many years later, a man approached him and handed him a letter. This letter came as both a surprise and a relief, it was unexpected, but welcome, he would finally have a true test of skill, no more of the rabble trying to kill him so they could say they killed him.


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Amon sat and tried to strategize what moves he was going to make. He looked at everyone else. They seemed so occupied. Amon guessed he was the only one thinking out a strategy, using his knowledges in magic and physics and chemistry.

Ziedi practices and makes a special pentacle for the up coming fight.

" I need to be ready."