Okay, it's time for a new roleplay from Bad Wolf. It's a bit long, but bear with me.
Long, long ago, times were dull and without torrent of any kind. Most citizens were happy with it being this way, but some beings, a select few. Warriors mostly, were bored with the lack of excitement. They worked together holding meetings and created a tournament. They proposed that the most elite fighters in the universe would be informed of the battle and could choose to come and compete.
They were extremely successful in their creation, and for many a year they held the tournament, each year a different winner. But some were unsatisfied with the tournament. These vile beings despised the ways of honor and dignity, all the concepts which the tournament was founded on. They formed a sort of cult comprised entirely of beings with the utmost of evil intentions, calling themselves the Alliance of Shadows. They trained amongst themselves, working and recruiting solely in secret.
Once they all felt they were adequate fighters, they began training in the ideas of dark magic. With each of them reaching their peak of power, they elected a single warrior, the most powerful being among them, to fight in the tournament.
The warrior fought fairly for as long as he could, and used dark magic to tip the fight in his favor if he came to a losing situation. Each year, they elected a new member to fight in representation of the cult, never allowing the public to recognize a face. Each year they won the contest, allowing themselves full use of the dark magic they possessed. They didn?t gain amusement from winning, only from making sure that everyone who wasn?t a member lost.
Year by year they grew less aware of the rules, sometimes going as far as to kill their opponents after the match was officially over. The creators of the tournaments became aware of the cult, but didn?t know how to distinguish them from normal fighters. They were left with no choice but to close the tournament in hopes that the evils afoot would cease. The cult, satisfied with the fact that they had ended a once great and prosperous tournament, chose to split up and go their separate ways.
Now, thousands of years later, the descendants of the original members have been awakened. They have restarted the tournament under the guise of pure fighters, but with the sole intention of wreaking havoc on all of those who may enter.
Okay ladies and gentlemen, character bio time. All bios must be appropriate, no ultra-powerful characters will be accepted, and all characters must be approved by me before starting.
Name: Chaos Stevens
Age: 29
Race: Doppelganger (shape-shifter)
Height: 6'11
Weight: 230 lbs
Appearance: Tall, slim. Green T-shirt, black jeans & boots. Mesy brown hair, pale skin. Wears the huge golden Glove of Lowthos on his right hand. Four blood red tentacles coming out of his back. Always accompanied by the spectral form of the ancient monster Lowthos the Destroyer.
Weapons: Glove of Lowthos, a powerful artefact that can control the elements
Armour: None. Relies on dark magic and the Glove of Lowthos for protection
Magic/skills: As a Doppelganger, Chaos has the ability to transform into any living thing. He can also steal the bodies of others. Can also control the elements (fire, ice, thunder, light, darkness, earth and wind). Learned dark magic at an early age, and can now efficiently create portals to anywhere in the world.
Personality: Sarcastic. Good - if slightly twisted - sense of humour. Believes love to be "a stupid human thing", and good and evil to be "concepts of the idiotic". Very easily angered.