Cleaning the Slate... Open Challenge to any past battlers

[Ragione]

First of all, I would like to apoligize to anyone who is angry that I never posted in their battle thread. I either forgot, didn't have enough time, or just didn't have the muse. Anyways, I'm making it up to all you people by allowing one or more of you to battle against me, and I promise this time to stick with it. You can pm me to remind me, bump this thread, whatever, to keep this battle going.

The following people can enter the challenge:

Wolfy
silent one
Endless Devoid (hahaha, probably not)
Zabazu
mastersepiroth
knives
Desert Jesus
Reckless Chaos
<NoMorals>
Zetsumi (possibly, if you want to start anew)

Anyone else can join, but you need my permission. =-P

This can be a free for all, 1 vs 1, or possibly team ups, it just matters who joins. You all know the rules, just make sure to be literate and try not to godmode/powerplay.

Participants:
Blahmaster
Zabazu
Desert Jesus

Judges:
Wolfy

Template:

Name: Tirer Melas

Gender: Male, in his current state.

Age: His true age is in the trillions, but his approximate physical age is about 25.

Appearance: Tirer is a person who you would call his features… godly. He has just the right amount of muscle, standing at about 6’ 6”, and showing neither skinny nor fattish features. He has a small crop of reddish hair on his head, with a very little sign of hair anywhere else on his face, and bright red eyes. Over his body, he wears a large ceremonial-style robe, sprung from Sol’s flames, which has the colors of the sun, orange, red, and yellow.

Race: Sol.

Home World: Sol.

Personality: Tirer is usually very quiet, but can get quite angry when provoked.

Element: The powerful burning Flame

Weapon: Tirer uses the power of Sol itself, to form weapons from fire, which he calls FireBurn. It is fire that can actually make solid mass, quite firmly, in fact, which burns anything on impact. It is very durable, and quick, with great magic power. An infinite amount of weapons can be made, with no drawbacks, except slight draining of energy, but Tirer can simply reabsorb FireBurn to get it back. By the gift of Sol, FireBurn can actually form into real materials other than fire and become stronger. However, they still have the same burning effect. Tirer is also learning how to make other forms with FireBurn. FireBurn can defend against Light spells and Dark spells, absorb Fire spells, fry away disease-related things, but its one weakness is ice. Water it can easily fry away, and it can stay solid from Wind, but ice is cold enough where it can survive the heat. But the ice must be below 0 degrees farhenheit to be able to impact FireBurn.

These are the most common forms it takes:

Larguer: An extremely long whip, with deadly accuracy and quick speed. It is made of many animal skins and hides, with a metal handle for holding, and a steel tip at the end with great power.

Feu: A long and sharp spear, mainly for close-combat and lunging. It is made of several strong woods, including the yew. It is specially burned by powerful flames to get it to be in its shape, with a very sharp point at the end.

Incendiaire: A medium-sized sphere, to be more specific, a powerful magic orb, made from fire clam pearls. They increase the fire power of the wielder, and are decent for throwing. Also, they have the ability to summon great fire minions.

Ficher: What seems to be a simple crossbow, is in fact a powerful ranged and melee weapon. It comes with powerful bolts made from strong metals, but it can also load knives, fireballs, etc. It has strong and sharp edges, so it can be used in defense and offense.

Incendie: A well-sharpened crescent blade, exceptional at slicing and fast movements. It is also a possible thing to throw, as well as good defense. It is best to duel-wield this weapon for maximum efficiency.

Abilities: Tirer, being born from the flames of Sol, has a great mastery of fire. He can cause fire to rain from the sky, conjure minions made of fire, shoot fire balls, cover himself and objects in flame, set things aflame, set a fire to the ground, use the power of heat to teleport, heal himself by using the power of Sol or fire, fry objects to a crisp (including plants, weapons made out of wood, diseases, etc.), protect himself with a fiery wall, heat up items, and many more. He can also copy enemies' attacks but with the power of the Flame. Tirer is constantly learning, so his next move could be unexpected. His Flame energy is basically the same as FireBurn only not solidified.

Bio: Still being written.

Theme Song: Good Day Sunshine by The Beatles

[Ric]

You better edit that post and put <NoMorals> on there >_>

[Ragione]

Well perhaps... but since when have I battled you. xD

Three judges would be nice as well...

[Zabazu]

OMG I MEANT I'll JOIN!!!! I DIDN"T NOTICE the free for all..YAY

[Desert Jesus]

I'll edit this with my new temp.

[Zabazu]

Name: Tonril Mithros

Age: 74

Race: Half-Elf

Personality: He is an outspoken young man.

Town Name: Isthuma

Role/Class: Swordsman/Magi

Living or Dead: Living

Weapon:

Main weapon:
- A blade with a curiously decorated handle, and sheath with the runes of enchantment and power upon it. It has a long and sturdy blade, which also has runes upon it, and it is formed from a titanium silver-like compound, which is nearly indestructible. Its blade was darkened, and stained to a midnight black. Its name derives from its original owner. Its enchantment- which is of the basic elements- can, on the user’s command, change to one of light, darkness, wind, fire, water,ice, earth, nature, and electricity. He wears it by his hip, and is easily drawn. He wields this with his right hand.

- He also has several enchanted throwing knives, which different elements to each one.

- He has a long shield that he wields in his left hand, which is made out of titanium base, and a mithril covering, making it very durable. It is also enchanted to resist the basic 4 elements; Fire, Water, Nature, and Wind. It also has a small blade in it that he can pull out with ease in times of need. the small blade also has a Enchantment similar to his swords, but weaker.

Weapon name: [Sword: Agunmont] [Shield: Theros]

Appearance: He wears a black heavily reinforced Jerkin, with matching black pants, and a gray shit underneath the Jerkin. Then he has a Black leather hood attached to the hood, which is just as durable as the jerkin. His jerkin is surprisingly light-weighted, and can take most elemental and melee attacks. He has on greaves made out of a black scale-like mithril that enhances his magic, and other things. He also has a small vest underneath his shirt that is made out of titanium.

Bio: He was born in Kerestal to a poor family of merchants who could never really pay to keep enough food on the table. Hungry and alone, one day (around the age of 9) he had set off in search of food, sneaking into a building that looked abandoned, hoping he could find something there. What he found was a guild. They immediately abducted him and tortured him, asking him how he had found their secret guildhall. They whipped him and shocked him with cold water until he made up a lie about his father (who was a merchant) was looking for them and wanted to trade. They quickly took Tonril, and his family searched for years, and years. The same assassins killed his family, in the same month in a hit on them. Tonril learned this, years later and this sparked his later escape.

Eventually, the guild leader realized Tonril's potential, and took Tonril underneath his wing, teaching him everything he knew. Will eventually rose to a high rank... the Elites, and was easily one of the best assassins in there, he didn't even leave a trace on the job. One day, after all his training was complete, Tonril, who was fed up with his life and the killing, enacted a escape, and being one of the Elite, easily escaped, unnoticed, except by maybe two guards, which he killed.

He is then lived in the sewers, evading the guild master’s assassins that are sent after him. He lives in the sewers of Kerestsal, hoping he will eventually get out of the city. In the sewers he met a man, who he first thought was crazy, but turned out to be the sanest man he knew. This man's name was Jerim, a master of the arts of the magi, and shadows. He taught Will all of his knowledge, before his death at the hands of an elite who was going after Tonril. Tonril picked up his things, and several books of magic from Jerim, buried him, and then left the city.

Extra talents:
-Elven sight (can see heat around the person)
-Magic

[Jack London]

Normally I'd join, but I don't like gigantic battles -.- Maybe some other time, Blah... I'll judge.

[Ragione]

Alright... I believe we'll start by tomorrow or Friday. It matters if you guys get your templates up or if more people want to join. Anyways, find and post your templates, and we could use two more judges.

I expect, with this turnout, for this battle to be a free for all.

[Ragione]

Ummm... DJ? Just put in your template and we can start >_>.