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My very first MoTE!! And also my first time trying Oekaki in earnest after what, ten years? Twelve? Ough. I hope you like them!


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Gender: Optional
Coat: Pangare Bay Dun
Eye: Pale Red
Horn: Obsidian Kintsugi
Marqing: Classic Fill Marqs
Alignment: Unaligned


For this fighter, I would like you to tell me what weapon they choose to pick up, and why? It doesn't have to be a weapon in a true sense: feel free to be creative! Hard limit of 500 words. Edits allowed! Extras not allowed tho~

End Date: Sunday, May 31st, 2026 at 5:00 pm MST (0:00, CS time) (Basically Rollover into June)

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[BlueEyedKite]

Welcome back to oekaki I am dropping out to put all my eggs in 65's basket. best of luck Etherians

[kenlen]

Username: kenlen
Name:
Gender: Optional
Choose Your Weapon!:

MARQING

[ruberiot]

Username: ruberiot
Name: Toross
Gender: He/his
Choose Your Weapon!: (308 words)
The universe was never kind to Toross.

The day he was born, the people under his father's rule celebrated, with hearty cheer and excitement. There was wine, and a seemingly endless feast-- for Toross was said to be the fated child who would herald the end of the hard times. He would bring them freedom, and happiness, and abundance-- and for a kingdom that had never known peace, the prophecy was all they had, and they clung to it fiercely.

But Toross was born... wrong. He was born weak. His birth nearly killed his mother, the one who the king loved more than anything else in the world, and so Toross was resented almost immediately. "He does not bring anything good," the king snarled to his right hand. "He is cursed."

This ill luck followed Toross for the rest of his life. Eventually he was shunned from the kingdom altogether, and so out of desperation he became a fighter. Many payed decent coin for the chance to spar against the exiled son of the king. His frail body quickly bore the scars from these duels. Always, Toross lost. Still, they fought him, each battle paving new wounds that would remain to tell his story.

But Toross was no fighter. He didn't like to fight. It made him feel sick inside each time he saw blood spilled. And he didn't resent, or hate-- not even the fighter who took his ear, not the fighter who shattered his horn, not even the fighter who rendered him blind in one eye.

In fact, Toross kept a secret... he lost on purpose. His blade had never drawn blood from another, and never would. He had read the words somewhere, in some old book, and carried them in his heart evermore after that. "The world is cruel, therefore I won't be."

[stabbrielle]

Oof da

[Maddie454]

Username:maddie454
Name: Barbarian
Gender: he/him
Choose Your Weapon!:
Barbarian would choose a massive hammer/axe. It is a hammer on one side, and a blade on the other. He could smash his enemies, but when meeting a smarter foe, he could use the blade. He is a skilled fighter, and knows his way around the blade so he never get hit, but him enemies never knew what him them!

[elderling]

Username: elderling
Name:
Gender: Optional
Choose Your Weapon!:

mark

[PeepinBones]

Username: PeepinBones
Name: Gatalade
Gender: Male
Choose Your Weapon!:

In the arena, while it may not seem like it, practicality is key. With telekinesis, fighters can levitate and swing through the air whatever weapon they please. Gatalade doesn’t have this luxury anymore. With his powers gone when his horn was broken, he’s forced to use only what he can now practically wield. Others with the same limited telekinesis hold their cleavers and battle axes by their handles snugly in their mouths, but his anatomy won’t allow for that. With two fangs protruding on either side of his mouth, it makes it nearly impossible to hold any handle. Walking through the armory, his choice is limited. He’d love a mighty sword or hammer, but again, he has to be practical. A smaller weapon catches his eye, one that’s just as menacing as the others, if not more. A solid metal morning star tipped with hardened spikes and attached to a worn, wooden handle by a chain. Gatalade drags it out and carefully examines the handle. It seems well rotted from the damp corner it resided in, flimsy enough to break. Positioning the ball and chain out of the way, he then rears back on his hind legs, and with his full weight behind him, he stomps his sharp hoof down on the wood, snapping it off like a twig. With the metal flail freed, he reaches down and takes a tentative grip on the end of the chain. He maneuvers it into a comfortable position in his mouth with the loops easily bending under his fangs and out of the way. It’s a perfect fit. He’ll have to get used to the way it swings if he’s to avoid injuring himself, but when he gets it right, he’ll be a force to reckon with in the arena.

[GHOSTGUTS]

Username: GHOSTGUTS
Name: Gethen
Gender: Who knows! (They/them/He/him)
Choose Your Weapon!:

Darkness.
What should instinctively bring deep seeded dread is instead used as a technique to lurk just within the shadows to watch the every move of the unfortunate soul that allows for themselves to get a little too comfortable in the vicinity of the creeping negative space.

Gethen is a hunter; Eyes and ears keen to changes in environment and atmosphere and jaws carrying a great deal of strength behind them. However, they don't consider these attributes a primary asset, instead choosing to put all trust in their weapon of choice as the shadows and cover of night that creeps slowly over the wooded land that borders lush, rolling fields of green.

Whispers of a tall, unmoving figure watching from just beyond the tree line echo through herds with parents telling hushed stories to their young of a sharp-toothed mote that seems to bring the shadows with them as they wander alone with nothing but the dark to act as their companion in life. These stories seem to keep most away but can't quell the curiosity of some who may find themselves coming face to face with a wide, toothy grin cutting through the blackness.

[Veramora]

Username: Veramora
Name: Branch
Gender: Eh
Choose Your Weapon!: a stick. Any stick works. Big, small, doesn't matter. If he can throw his neck hard enough, a stick works as a good bludgeoning tool.