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Post by deathscythe on Dec 17, 2009 19:06:07 GMT -5
Name: Grey Zephyr
Appearance: Grey is 5'8" with red hair that is spiked down. He wears large metal shoulder pads; each has a spike sticking out and is gold with stripes circling the spikes. His muscular chest is protected by thick plates of a platinum color, the plates are held together by thick red ropes that form small "Xs" down his chest as they criss-cross through the plates. He wears armored shorts that are also gold. He wears metal shin guards with a red metal covering the center of the guards, the guards are held together by the same type of red rope that hold his chest plates together.
Weapons: Twin clawed gauntlets of golden color; each gauntlet has three large, sharp claws. Grey holds onto the gauntlets by grabbing onto bars under them.
Giant broadsword that is diagonally hooked onto his back. The broadsword is made of an alloy that makes the sword pure white with goldish edges.
Active duels: 0
Duels Won: 1
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 17, 2009 19:19:31 GMT -5
*appeares in a bright, ZAP of a flash* FIght?
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Post by deathscythe on Dec 17, 2009 22:02:52 GMT -5
*raises head and examines challenger* "Very well, but first....What is your name?"
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 18, 2009 15:52:25 GMT -5
"My name is Tsonga. And I think that this will be a very...intense duel. " XD
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Post by deathscythe on Dec 18, 2009 17:53:20 GMT -5
*stands and grabs concave gauntlets by their bar in the opening under each*
"If you say so but I am not very serious today....*yawns*
You see I jus woke up and I had the strangest dream...but now I can't seem to remeber. Oh well, I will put aside this useless talk and let us begin."
*Raises a clawed gauntlet and points it at Tsonga*
"You seem like a worthy challenger so please don't dissapoint me ok?"
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 18, 2009 18:35:41 GMT -5
*LadyScribe shrugs and pulls up her bow, arrow notched* *She too yawns* I had a weird dream too...but I remember it, and it was good. *Slips rock-hard fruitcake onto arrow head and shoots Grey* "HA!"
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Post by deathscythe on Dec 18, 2009 19:00:58 GMT -5
*fruitcake hits Grey's chest and breaks apart. Grey steps on the remains of the fruitcake*
"I never liked fruitcake"
*dashes forward and gives an backflip kick to Tsonga. Jumps up and delivers another kick while Tsonga is in mid-air.*
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 18, 2009 19:05:43 GMT -5
*Tsonga floats to the ground, unmussed, and cackles madly as she hurls a full pitcher at Grey* *It shatters, splattering him with the beverage*
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Post by deathscythe on Dec 18, 2009 19:12:49 GMT -5
*Grey shakes his head, the orange juice tatsed horrible*
"Nasty...."
*hurls giant fireball at Tsonga*
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 18, 2009 19:14:58 GMT -5
"It's EGGNOG! YOU"LL NEVER GET IT OUT OF THAT SHIRT!" Tsonga cried as she evaded the fireball. Horrified, Grey falls to his knees as he frantically tries to clean his shirt off. "I am the bearer of the tide pen! Beg my forgiveness and I might just fix your shirt before we continue! MUAHAHAAAAA!!!'
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Post by deathscythe on Dec 19, 2009 10:27:35 GMT -5
*Grey realizes that he doesn't wear a shirt, only armor and directs his gaz back to Tsonga*
"his has gone on long enough....."
*puts claws of his gauntlets together and generates a huge fireball*
"Bye bye *smiles and hurls gigantic fireball*
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Post by LadyScribe on Dec 19, 2009 18:19:51 GMT -5
"Gosh, why so freaking serious?" Tsonga bellowed, easily dodging the fireball. She disappears in a flash.
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Post by deathscythe on Jan 17, 2010 20:44:32 GMT -5
Grey nods and sits back down on a mat and removes his gauntlets and opens and closes his fists. Sighing he let his back hit the wall directly behind him and closed his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.
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Post by LadyScribe on Jan 19, 2010 19:10:15 GMT -5
Sleep?! A disembodied voice shrieked form no-where. How dare you SLEEP?!
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Post by deathscythe on Jan 28, 2010 18:43:44 GMT -5
Grey's eyes shot open "What the ---!" he grunted as he jumped up to his feet. He looked around the room but saw no one. He opened his left hand and generated a small fireball in it, lighting the room up more. He held his hand up as he surveyed the room again but still saw no one around "Why did you interrupt my nap? I was having such a pleasant dream..." he yawned.
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Post by LadyScribe on Jan 28, 2010 18:48:28 GMT -5
Oooo! What was it- The voice started to ask, but then caught itself. NAPS ARE FOR THE WEAK!
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Post by deathscythe on Jan 28, 2010 19:02:10 GMT -5
Grey frowned and increased the size of his fireball and grunted "Where are you...?" He then saw a dark figure in the corner of the room and smirked "Gotcha, eat this!" He threw the fireball at the figure, the impact made a terrific explosion that sent sparks flying.
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Post by LadyScribe on Jan 28, 2010 22:42:56 GMT -5
The woman fell on her hindquarters, dazed. Her eyebrows were singed-but a spell fixed that-and she stood to her feet after a moment.
"A gentleman helps a lady to her feet." She said scathingly as she approached him...she suddely lashed out with a kick that left him sprawled on the ground looking up at her. She smiled down at him.
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Post by deathscythe on Jan 31, 2010 0:39:19 GMT -5
Grey took a second to draw in hisa breath scowled "Not cool..." And then took a deep breath and when he exhaled a red ball, which resembled an unstable fireball. The fireball rose to the top of the room and floated right above the two.
Grey smirked scornfully and whispered "Gaia fallout...."
Suddenly the fireball exploded and firey particles began to rain down on them. They burned through the floor and through anything else they touched. Grey's bod is immune to fire and extreme heat so he was protected, but he bet his visitor was not so well protected.
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Post by LadyScribe on Feb 1, 2010 14:03:50 GMT -5
He was not entirely wrong...the fire did singe LadyScribe at first, but she quickly whipped out a pen and notebook and scribbled away the damage with a few well-chose descriptive paragraphs.
"Gift of a writer!" She sang, and she sat down and calmly started to write some more.
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