Phoenix8008
First Post
The hugely muscled man picked his way through the ruins of the arena and out onto the sands at the center. Rubble lay everywhere and weeds grew up through the sand in patches here and there. The smell of morning dew was crisp and clean. Much cleaner than the smells that used to dominate this place when it was still the center of the universe for fighters near and far. Even after this long though, the crows still gather to sit on the rim of the arenas high walls to caw at each other. They were the only thing to break the tomb-like silence of this place where great warriors and greater legends once did battle.
For it was here, according to legend, that one of the last great battles of an age happened. Where the Dark Angel Bhallreah died from the hammer blow of the Vagabond during a 3-way fight. In this place the ghost of Bhallfear, the light angel and sister of Bhallreah, appeared to the assembled host of fighters and gave them her prophecies. Good tidings and warnings of destruction, all were delivered to the various fighters of legend. And destruction did come, as if called. Time passed and even the legends of an age could not fight it and win. Eventually, they all faded away and the great Fight Club fell empty and barren. It was time for that to change...
Sitting down upon a large boulder near the center of the arena, Bane follows the prophecy that was passed down to him from his father. Passed down from father to son back through time all the way to that time in this arena when the message was first delivered by the ghost of Bhallfear. It was time for the fighters of an age to gather again or the future would be lost. They would have to be strong in order to face...that which will come.
So now, he sits and waits in silence while twirling some of his throwing spikes between his fingers. Awaiting the challenger that he knows will appear. Even if that challenger does not know why he has come to this place at this time. The black birds will keep him company though, until the waiting is finally done for him and his family line from back through the ages. Beneath his mask the huge man smiles for the first, and perhaps, the last time as he draws two words on the sandy ground. The traditional phrase which legend says started all such battles...'YOU BASTARD!'
BANE
Warrior: Tier 1/Rank 1
Stamina Points: 2
Yen: 1
Artifact: None
Powers: -Signature Location- Ruins
-Personal Style- Manticore
-Signature Style- Fist
-Quick Study
A hulking figure of a man, Bane is immediately noticable as a powerfully strong man with a bare chest nearly as wide as he is tall. Massively muscled, he towers over normal men and wears black leather pants and a black mask which covers his whole head. The spiked collar, spiked bracers, and bandolier of throwing spikes accross his chest set him apart still farther from normal looking people. Appearently mute, he uses his hands to speak a silent language known to many fighters and military men around the world.
For it was here, according to legend, that one of the last great battles of an age happened. Where the Dark Angel Bhallreah died from the hammer blow of the Vagabond during a 3-way fight. In this place the ghost of Bhallfear, the light angel and sister of Bhallreah, appeared to the assembled host of fighters and gave them her prophecies. Good tidings and warnings of destruction, all were delivered to the various fighters of legend. And destruction did come, as if called. Time passed and even the legends of an age could not fight it and win. Eventually, they all faded away and the great Fight Club fell empty and barren. It was time for that to change...
Sitting down upon a large boulder near the center of the arena, Bane follows the prophecy that was passed down to him from his father. Passed down from father to son back through time all the way to that time in this arena when the message was first delivered by the ghost of Bhallfear. It was time for the fighters of an age to gather again or the future would be lost. They would have to be strong in order to face...that which will come.
So now, he sits and waits in silence while twirling some of his throwing spikes between his fingers. Awaiting the challenger that he knows will appear. Even if that challenger does not know why he has come to this place at this time. The black birds will keep him company though, until the waiting is finally done for him and his family line from back through the ages. Beneath his mask the huge man smiles for the first, and perhaps, the last time as he draws two words on the sandy ground. The traditional phrase which legend says started all such battles...'YOU BASTARD!'
BANE
Warrior: Tier 1/Rank 1
Stamina Points: 2
Yen: 1
Artifact: None
Powers: -Signature Location- Ruins
-Personal Style- Manticore
-Signature Style- Fist
-Quick Study
A hulking figure of a man, Bane is immediately noticable as a powerfully strong man with a bare chest nearly as wide as he is tall. Massively muscled, he towers over normal men and wears black leather pants and a black mask which covers his whole head. The spiked collar, spiked bracers, and bandolier of throwing spikes accross his chest set him apart still farther from normal looking people. Appearently mute, he uses his hands to speak a silent language known to many fighters and military men around the world.
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