[Aravel]

Marking!

[revvington]

username: Doglady88722
name: Lucida (Luci)
gender: Female
prompt: Res with fighting a bully

[gasp]

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[cherrydoge]

u s e r n a m e : cherrydoge

n a m e : Felix

g e n d e r : male

p r o m p t :

Felix's breath was heavy as he approached the mouth of the cave that stood gaping wide, daring those who have the guts, to enter.
It was the place he had built up the courage to finally face. His long journey had come to an end, a feeling of dread fell over him. Felix would not let that falter him, despite his trepidation about it all. He gripped the sword in its sheath tighter.

This was the end.

It all started when someone asked for his help. He couldn't refuse; Felix could never back down from a fight. Only a coward would say no to someone who desperately needed his aid.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his iron great sword from its sheath and pulled it out, readying himself for the foul beast that awaited him within the cave. He made sure his bow and arrows were ready to be used in case of emergency. Felix attempted to correct his breathing, if he couldn't finish the deed, it'd be the end of him. No turning back now.

This fight would determine his fate. Whether he live, or died. If the village would be able to no longer live in fear of the unknown.

In the distance of the cave, he saw a pile of gold. Sprinting over to the shining pile of fortune, he hid behind a large rock, eyeing his surroundings to make sure his enemy had not spotted him. Peering from behind the rock, he spotted his foe.

A large dragon with scales as black as night. It lay slumbering upon the pile of gold, content with life.

This dragon was no ordinary dragon, no. It was Cassius; the most feared Wyvern in the entire kingdom. Wyverns being the most fearsome dragon breed out there, nowhere near as bad as the Western dragons in the west provinces. It was as if the Devil himself created them for destruction and greed.
Tiptoeing out from his hiding spot, Felix readied his sword and leaped onto Cassius, driving his sword into the neck of the beast.

Cassius jolted awake, letting out an ear piercing roar in animosity, attempting to fling whoever was on his neck off by vigorously shaking his head. Clinging on tight, Felix struggled to strike the beast once more. He failed and got flung off, hitting the wall of the cave. He could feel his vitality draining from that hit.

"Who dare interrupt my slumber? Show yourself!" Cassius roared, his voice deep and animalistic.

Struggling to his feet, Felix put his sword into its sheath and grabbed his bow and an arrow, shooting at the Cassius.

"Tis I! The great Felix! I have come to destroy you and take your gold back to the King, where it rightfully belongs."

Cassius let out a growl and lunged towards Felix, coins of gold flying everywhere. Felix continued to shoot arrows at Cassius, hardly inflicting any damage to him.
Grabbing Felix in his toothy maw, he shook Felix.

"N-No!" He manage to exclaim, before his vision growing black.

G A M E O V E R

"No!!" Felix yelled, flinging the controller of the gaming console at the wall.

"What's the matter, honey?" Felix's mom asked, peeking her head into the living room from the kitchen.

"I died. Again." He pouted, running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, maybe you should take a break and then next time you'll beat the big ol' dragon, okay?" His mom told him.

"Alright. . ." Felix muttered, standing up.

The Village of Evermore will be avenged from Cassius! He will win the fight!

. . .

After dinner, that is.
[600/600]

[Oreoskys]

username: Oreoskys
name: Oliver
gender: male
prompt: Named after the green arrow, Oliver spends quite a bit of time training, not like, always brawling, no way. Oliver has begun to train his leggies, he wants to be a runner, he loves running , once wile he was running track, there was another kalon that yelled "stop trying , shrimp" Oliver took immediate offense, sure he was small, but he could probably outrun this trash-talker any day. But what Oliver did, He ran over and smacked the Kalon whith his tail, the other didn't even try to fight back, he was too stunned. The next thing he said :"I may be a shrimp. But your no bite." Oliver walked away, he did not look back, he went home instead of back to the track, for the next week he spent his time resting.
:3

[atlawas]

★username: Dracomewgem
★name: Phyrea
★gender: Demiboy
★prompt:
While Phyrea looks like the type to fight anything that moves, he would prefer the more peaceful approach. Not because he's a pacifist per-say, but because he just doesn't see the point in it. You could even call him lazy.
However Phyrea is fiercely protective of his friends and family, and will even use verbal and physical means to make others back off.
Although his definition of physical is more using the mind than anything. He likes to out-smart his opponents instead of using brute force.

[saint.EXE]

username: gabriel.exe
name: goliath [lee]
gender: male
prompt:

a brass knuckle to the jaw, goliath bites his tongue as he flies backward. his teeth are bloody as he pulls himself up into a seated position and grins challengingly, spitting the metallic tasting liquid out onto the cement. had he bitten his tongue in a more figurative sense only minutes earlier, maybe this could be avoided, but alas it was in goliath's nature to pick his fights and do everything but avoid them.
to understand this, lets go back in time.
goliath was born into a family with several, very similar siblings. to climb his way out- too far back, lets fast forward to just before-
goliath, or "lee" as he chooses to call himself nowadays to his mother's dismay, [how am i supposed to tell you apart from liam? goliath, please.] spends his time lurking in alleys and following behind what he assumes to be gangs or possible dangerous individuals. he has very little impulse control, and usually for the heck of it will shout of insults to those groups, calling them out on their herd mentality and weakness by themselves. this leads to him getting beat up by said groups, kicked, punched, occasionally stabbed, but he always walks out of the hospital none the wiser. the nurses know him by his fiery orange hair being rolled into the ER at this point and if you're sitting in the hallways, you can hear their exhausted sighs of people who'd rather do their job on the other patients waiting for care.
today's match was against some henchmen, a small group of low level gangsters that had made their place known by his favorite convenience store. goliath was never as large as his name suggested, a small, lithe kid with his best defense being his claws. he had no skill in fighting but never hesitated to stick his leg in and start some business with others he had no reason bothering. the gangsters weren't even doing hoodrat things, and goliath made himself known. he shouts from the top of his lungs at the strangers, four of them, and starts his taunting.
"hey! what do you think you're doin' at my favorite shop!? we don't need your kind makin' a ruckus! your tracksuits and baseball bats ain't scarin' anyone!"
the strangers open their small gathering to face goliath and his smile widens, glad to have gotten their attention. he steps forward and sets his black bag of snacks on the ground, cracking his knuckles and making his way over.
crack!
on the ground in seconds. he gets back up, swings at whoever he'd been hit by and wham! a punch to his back. hmm. maybe four was a bit much.
the onslaught continues and goliath takes a moment to self-reflect. his arms come up to protect his face and self reflection turns into self loathing. he deserves this type of treatment, its the reason he looks for it in the first place. see, if we'd stayed in the past, we would've seen a lifetime of hiding and fear, with goliath never standing up for himself and making sure to avoid any confrontation. living his life as a coward never got him anywhere, and maybe someday he'd try and fight to win, but for now, he was fighting to lose.

[holmes221B]

username:

holmes221B

name:

Sunshadow

gender:

Male

prompt:

Winning a fight doesn't always take physical strength. It also takes skill, a strong will, and a sharp mind. Sunshadow has won many fights because of these elements.

The purpose of a fight, however, tells whether or not Sunshadow will win or lose. There are two major scenarios.

Let us start with victory.

In some circumstances, Sunshadow may run into a fight if a friend or family member is under attack or in trouble. He will do anything to protect the ones he cares about. In this case, Sunshadow will win because of the amount of effort he is putting into winning the fight. As stated before, he uses the elements of skill, will, and mind in order to defeat his opponent.

However, in the situation of defeat, the result is different.

Defeat is not to be taken lightly. Defeat tells you that you cannot fight your opponent in your current state. This has happened to Sunshadow before. The only time when he loses a fight is when his personal life gets in the way. For instance, an opponent who has known Sunshadow challenges him to a fight. While battling with each other, his opponent will start to talk about Sunshadow's life. His opponent can become very personal, which can lead to a distraction. Sunshadow can become so distracted that he will lose sight of the fight, causing him to lose the battle.

Despite Sunshadow being able to lose because of his personal life, he has more victories than defeats.

(250 words)


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[alyxmin]

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[tcw]

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