Post by Zac Blaine on Dec 18, 2010 2:28:32 GMT -5
The Sand Dance
"Who said anything about trying to win?"
Walk like an Egyptian
[/size]"Who said anything about trying to win?"
Walk like an Egyptian
Name: Zachary 'Zac' Blaine
Age: 18
Canon or OC: OC
Millenium Item Holder: N/A
Duelist Status: Intermediate
Deck: Dark Deck, mainly focuses on traps more often than magic cards, and only one field card, Yami
They fall down like Dominos[/size]
History: Zachary 'Zac' Blaine was born on April 2nd on the year 1992, his parents being completely unknown besides the fact that they died in a factory fire when Zac was at the tender age of eight. He traveled from orphanage after orphanage, hating each on and causing so much trouble, which caused him to moved over and over. It was at the last one where he was introduced to Duel Monsters at the age of 13. After obtaining a free deck from the elder kid that showed him, he lefted before they would kick him out.
Though the deck he had was rather weak, his tactics with trap and magic cards were superior, even making him win about 80% of his duels, out of pure wit. Of course, like most duelist, he adapted with one attribute of cards; Dark. Soon enough, he dueled for cards, and sure enough, he got the dream deck he wanted; his own deck he nicknamed 'The Nightmare Deck', due to it's abundance of traps and dark type monsters. His personal favorite card is the Penumbral Soldier Lady.
With his new deck at hand, he travel city to city, finding new challenges. He would win some and lose some, but mostly win. Not playing for cards anymore, he played for reputation throughout each city. Sure, he wasn't the best in cities, but he was worthy enough to fight.
Likes: Dark decks, ramen, winning
Dislikes: Light decks, failure, his past
All the old paintings on the Wall[/size]
Sample RP: *NOTE* This is from the MUD site, Hollowgame.com. I play as Kenneth, so the other post by Jolie, Shaniqua, Rohen, and Afrikaisi are not my posts...i just added them in here so you knew what was going on. : D
Kenneth entered the bank for no reason what so ever....In fact...The wasn't at all...because he kept his gold somewhere else...Whatever, Kenneth felt it was his destiny to come here. His sight wasn't one be found of when he entered. He wasn't a stranger to robberies...people were stupid like that, or perhaps they had no choice. However, he saw a woman decapitating one of the guards. When people robbed places and kill, it's means they have intents that aren't great...though robbing isn't ever, but like said before...maybe they are in need...this people were in for something else than poorness. Kenneth spoke aloud, his voice quite intelligent and bold, thanks to many years of military and studying. "Now, now, now...What is the meaning of this....ordeal...I do believe this is quite unnecessary....Just go on home, and I can donate money to you guys...instead of killing people, which is completely wrong....won't you?"
Rohen looked down upon the decapitated man's rolling head, a sigh given, yet little else as his foot nudged the body part back towards the combatants, maybe it might trip one of them who knows. His normal dull gaze sat there watching the groups, attackers and defenders alike, wanting to find his exit out of this place before he got into to much trouble, specially since one of the attackers knew who he was and what he looked like. His feet lifted him off the bench as he was about to move until he saw the guards moving about, their armor attracted to one another and he figured it best to just retake his seat, there was little hope of getting through a group such as this. Instead he went to guise himself in the best manner possible, his legs now moving about as he searched through the bank for various people he could steal clothing from. He managed to find a shirt, which he quickly put upon his bare chest and then looked for something to hide his ears and face.
Shaniqua turns to Kenneth and his promise of money. The half turns to the troops and the small, as she scratches her cheek. "If-in Shaniqua leave now, she be given money?" She asks Kenneth while slowly turning back to him. "But if she leave, how she get money? Shaniqua think he be lyin'."
Afrikaisi wasn't entirely sure if following Yasmine was best when a voice caught her attention. Her eyes settled on Kenneth, and narrowed. He seemed like one of those types who'd talk after the robbery was finished, if he successfully got away. Deciding that looking in the vaults could wait, the avian made a beeline for the man, stopping midway to pick up a blunt looking object that just so happened to be the head that had went rolling for Rohen's feet moments before. It was the head of a man with long hair, which had been tied back, thankfully, and would now make a suitable weapon. Inked fingers held tight to the hair while she began to spin the decapitated noggin over her own. Fwoom, fwoom, fwoom~ With enough force gathered, the avian aimed the bloody head for Kenneth's, with the full intention of knocking him unconscious with the sharp blow.
Jolie would offer the half-troll a grin, appreciating the magnetic magics that put end to motion, or near enough, for those guards armed with metal. As the men shouted and struggled against the spell, iron clashed with iron, and soon all were clumped in armoured angles, feebly waving their swords. Jolie called to Rowen, "Clear?" but saw the vault door swing open a crack, all the rat could manage. Lulu was entertaining herself among the magnetically-challenged horde of guards, biting noses, painting faces with foul excretions. Gideon clanged frantically on a teller's booth, demanding coin, assisting Yas with her job while the others dealt with a new influx of guards bolting in from he street. Things looked to be going well enough.. except those inbuilt magical defenses had been tripped, too, and the whole lot - robbers, pirates, bystanders, victims - would be soon be dodging sheets of greenish-yellow flame emanating from jets set in the walls, or something.. Jolie beat at a small fire searing her hair-ends and forged her way toward the vault. Pausing by Kenneth, she offered Afrikaisi another white grin, and passed by to hurry the collection of valuables.
Kenneth heard the one speak to him and stated, "I give it to you before you leave, ma'am...if you so actually leave...." Before a response was heard, something happened. Kenneth was a born lycan, enhanced with his animal instinct, meaning having the sixth sense of danger, meaning that poor soul's head flailing towards him. Of course Kenneth dodged with relative ease, searching around, see who's who. "Well..This won't be easy....And that wasn't rather nice, ma'am....But...prehaps I have now choice but to at least stop you....You should really go home...That's all I ask..but...I'm afraid now I'm going to have to take care of you..." Kenneth was ready, his weapons luckily upon his person today. He hated making the first move, so he waited for another attack.
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Custom Title: The Loner
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