"Let's play a game..."

[Chariot of Fire]

Open Challenge. This battle will be a little bit different then you everyday battle however... This will be a 'game' of sorts... a test, depending on the character you choose. If you don't understand by the time you read this template, then... well... okay...

Birth Name
Jonathan ‘Joe’ Kerr

Name
Arkham Kramer

Age
Unknown, although he appears to be in his late thirties

Gender
Male

Appearance
Arkham’s general appearance is that of a strange, middle aged man. Standing at about 5’11”, he does not bear a very imposing physical figure. His face is wrinkled slightly with age, and sleek silver hair is swept back across his head as if slicked tight with hair gel. His eyes are a deep violet, so vibrant that they match the flowers themselves in their intensity. His skin is a pale white, pasty and unnatural in its lack of life, a sharp contrast to the intensity of his eyes. His lips are equally as lifeless, being a pale, chalky purple, like they are permanently frosted over. His body is not broad; his muscles are not huge… Yet somewhere in the grinning lips, a sense of undeniable power shines through…

Personality
Arkham is clinically insane. Or perhaps he is simply the sanest of all humanity. Either way, Arkham’s mind is warped so such an utter extent, that he has achieved what he claims is true clarity. He operates by a logic the makes sense to him alone, and follows a set of rules that only he understands. He might be considered a genius in some respects, showing panoply of powerful intellect, while in other cases, displays the flippant attitude of an insane adolescent. However, despite this chaotic thinking, Arkham operates by a single twisted purpose, which is known to him, and to him alone. A focal point around which he twists his insane concoctions, he makes it a point to utilize his powers for the goal of finding purpose in life. He bears a twisted sense of humor, and enjoys playing ‘games’ with people, in which he forces them to seek out reason, clarity, or purpose within their pointless lives. He points out their weaknesses, their flaws, and punishes them for pointlessness.

Powers
Arkham bears a strange power, which when combined with his state of mind, is capable of rendering nightmarish consequences. Arkham is capable of isolating an environment from the rest of reality, and reconstructing it to his will. This strange power is incorporated into his idea of playing ‘games’ with people, usually isolating a specific area away from the normal world, and then bending it to his own will, reconstructing it into a totally different area. While this area is under his power, the ‘player’ cannot leave the environment until the ‘game’ is over. Arkham usually sets a certain objective that the player must complete in order for the game to be over, with certain rules, that if broken, will result in penalties… Penalties that are often very dangerous to ones health…

It should be noted that Arkham cannot create nor destroy reality. He can simply rearrange it. Therefore, he often lures the ‘player’ into locations that have the materials he needs to create his ‘games.’ This extends into all aspects of reality, including his opponent. For example, if an opponent was holding a sword, Arkham could rearrange the reality of the environment so the sword was hanging from a chain hundreds of feet above the ground. If the opponent could manipulate fire, Arkham could strip them of their power, and place it into a small pill, which when taken, would give them back their power.

However, his powers are also held in place by his own set of logic and rules. He cannot use his powers to directly harm a ‘player.’ It will be the actions of the ‘player’ that determine their fate while playing the ‘game.’

Rules
Arkham plays his games by a very specific set of rules. These rules are explained to the player at the beginning of each ‘game.’ Sometimes the rules vary, but these three always remain in place.

1. The game ends when the objective is complete…
2. The game begins when you enter my world…
3. Cheating will not be tolerated…

History
Arkham was born as Jonathan Kerr, at an undetermined period of time. Although studies and traces have been attempted, none have been successful at overturning Jonathan Kerr’s twisted path. An investigation file was created, but after decades of searching and probing, the case was all but closed… All that is left in the file right now is a burnt scrap of paper, which appears to be the records of a hospital in California, which contains the scribbled name Jonathan Kerr. The other piece of evidence that resides in the secret government file, is a single, elementary school photograph. This photo was taken from a scene of Arkham’s twisted game, from the corpse of a ‘player’ who had apparently ‘broken the rules.’ It is an elementary school photo, most likely taken for picture day. Sitting on a short stool, sits a pale-faced child, with brilliant violet eyes and a charmingly bright smile. Below the photo is a typed subtitle, which states ‘Jonathan Kerr- 3rd Grade.’ However, the photo is obscured with various slash marks, and the words “game” and “arkham” have been scribbled over it with permanent marker…

Although the case is still technically open, no progress has been made in finding the deadly Arkham Kramer… It is almost dismissed as an urban legend sometimes… that is, until a new body is discovered on the slopes of an abandoned hill, or in the basement of a broken factory.

Quote
“Let’s play a game…”

[Lunar Rain]

This idea is very, intricate.

I will take part. But question.

Do I have to really make a power filled character, or could I be just a normal human to play this game?

[Chariot of Fire]

Why thanks

Well, it would be more interesting I feel, to have a power-filled character. A normal human would be a litlte handicapped in its options. However, it would still work, what with talents, personality, and various other things. So no, you don't have to be a PC (Power Character) although it would be better if it was.

[Lunar Rain]

Ok i'll participate. Don't go too hard on me haha, I haven't done this in awhile, nor anything of this ideal.

I'll try to have a template up by the end of the night.

[Chariot of Fire]

No problem. This post is just a filler so that you can post your template again without double posting

[Lunar Rain]

Name- Kilos Veriatios

Age- 20

Gender- Male

Personality- Well managed is how you could describe Kilos. He tends to use manners and speak former and oldern english. Thought high of himself, he hides behind his past. He doesn't mind meeting new people and can carry a conversation well. Kilos can hold grudges over the smallest of things. Though intelligent, he can be caught lacking in common sense. When it comes to other people, Kilos can see through them, usually predicting how they will act or think.

Appearance- An average, well physical man. Silver and black streaked hair covers portions of his head, rolling down his neck. Diamond blue eyes. Collared shirts. Bandana and a vest also occupy his being. He wears loose black pants and a pair of white snakeskin shoes.

Weapons- Carries around two silver swords. Very flexible and durable, they go hand in hand when it comes to combat. He dual wields them with several daggers hidden throughout his attire. Each is placed in a position that can be accessed when needed most.

History
Born.
Family dies in nuclear accident.
Ends up killing their mutated forms.
Marries a woman who ends up killing his child.
Becomes secluded to himself.
Looks for something to bring him out of his seal.


Kind of shitty character, but I didn't feel like going through alot just for this game. No offense.

[JUSTICE]

*cough*saw1/2/3/4*cough*

=P

Have fun though.

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Haha, you caught me RoA. Although, I wasn’t very subtle about it. One look at his name should have said it all. I thought it was an interesting concept at least

IC:

The wind blew quietly down the empty slopes of this forgotten hill. A small, grass covered bulge in the earth’s surface, complete abandoned of human life. In fact, the only remnant of human existence on this empty hilltop, was a large, broken factory, which stood on the top of the hill like a trashed crown of a former king… Rusting pipes were a sharp contrast to the beautiful green grass that rippled down the hill like a bristling waterfall. The building itself was in fairly good condition; it managed to hold together despite gears that creaked, and metal staircases that no longer were deemed safe. It was an ancient factory, one that was used back in the industrial revolution of the United States, and was scheduled for demolition about two weeks from now…

One final purpose it will serve…

The doors of the factory were open wide, the light from the outside creeping into the labyrinth of equipment located inside… From the shadows of the industrial remnants of the factory, emerged a single figure… Dressed in a pale grey suit, with a somewhat shabby tie gracing his neck, his brilliant violet eyes stared out across the grassy hill, a somewhat dangerous look in his eyes as he watched… and waited…

Tick tock… tick tock... the player arrives soon…

OOC: Not much to do in the first post. Lunar Raine, just note that you should act as if you’ve received an anonymous invitation out to the factory. I intend for these types of battles to be mostly for character development rather then fighting…

[Dr. Freeman]

Damn, I was hoping for a game of wits with another character of mine. If he doesn't post, may I take you up on this?

[Chariot of Fire]

OOC: Sure. I'll give Lunar Rain until Friday night to post or contact me, and after that you can take it. I also don't mind this being a two way thing, so if you want, we can do that.

[Lunar Rain]

Kilos breathed at a faster pace than normal as he walked up the hill. Glancing over the sheet of paper once more, the invitation was quite, awkward. Random, but still he took this request. A large factory was seen at the top. It resembled one found in horror movies. The one that would warn you not to enter, but Kilos wasn’t the cautious type.

Making confrontation with the door, it was already opened slightly, giving away that someone was already here. Probably the one who sent the invitation. It was creepy for sure. He walked slowly, examining the surrounding walls. They were covered with types of fungus and was a dark purple haze. Not much remained in this factory.

“Is anyone here?”

This echoed throughout, making sure whoever was here would hear him. He walked with a silent creep and found a door that was open just like the entrance. A man in a suit was standing there alone, in a gray attire. He seemed formal enough to not be the type of person Kilos was looking fore. But looks could be deceiving.

“And you are?”

[Jack London]

Would you mind if I jumped in? I'll PM you the template if you accept.

And, don't worry, I'll be posting in our other one this weekend =P Just been havin' a bit of writer's block...and this looks like a lot of fun xD.

[Jack London]

Mutiny.

"A well deserved freedom, to say the least," Wolf Larsen muttered to himself, with a sort of grin that told two stories, one of both respect and anger. Just several hours ago, his crew had finally stood up against his tyrant-like rule and made an attempt at his life. Although he escaped alive, the betrayal was well earned upon his defeat, having lost his sailing schooner, the Ghost. He didn't care too much for his crew, but he would hunt them down for his schooner.

At the moment, he was simply walking toward a factory, having received a strange invite to it the night of the mutiny. Although he wouldn't have accepted the invite previously, he no longer had much to do and had an anger that needed to be released. This anger wasn't toward his crew, but more toward himself, for letting such a thing happen. He knew where his fault was-- he simply didn't keep his crew under a short enough leash. A sort of animal-like growl could be heard silently within his throat as his thoughts wandered.

Upon coming to a hill, basically in the middle of nowhere, he could see the presence of another in the distance, entering the factory. Larsen couldn't help but grin at the presence of this one, seeking to beat him into submission and perhaps make him the first recruit in his new crew. But he was thinking far too ahead of himself. He followed the man all the way into the factory, maintaining several yards between the two untill the man came to a stop, seeing an old man beside another opened door.

The Sea Wolf's gray eyes glimmered as he walked confidently toward the two, catching a glimpse of the old man's violet eyes. Quite an unusual pair of eyes, not exactly something he saw everyday. However, they were nothing short of admirable, and he could simply picture them upon the face of a fair lass. Those eyes upon the old man seemed to give him a cynical aura and he began to wonder of the reasoning of being here to begin with.

"And you are?" The man he was following spoke out first.

"You can call me Wolf Larsen," Larsen replied, fully aware that he wasn't speaking to him, but his anger felt the need to assert itself, "Captain Wolf Larsen," he added, quite arrogantly, expecting him to address him as such. "I hope I'm here for a good enough reason, old man. I'd hate to use this time, unpreferrable to your standards," he said to the violet eyed one, a cynical grin appearing upon his face.