Sanosuke ran towards Gosai and yelled “FUTAE NO KIWAMI!” as he used his powerful punch that could reduce rocks to dust. Gosai dodged the blow but Sano instead shifted his punch to an angle and struck the rock Gosai was standing on. Since the original blow was lessened due to Sanosuke shifting his fist, the rock below didn’t turn to dust, but crushed it into smaller rocks that went flying up. At this point Gosai had leaped far back enough, none of the rocks touched him. Sanosuke performed his rapid punch maneuver at the rocks that rose up from the blow sending them flying at Gosai with the speed and intensity of bullets!
But Gosai performed his Orochi and smacked every single rock before they struck him! He then went flying towards Sanosuke with a kick, but Sano arched his back and Wind Sliced the veins in the space between Gosai’s ankles on the back of his foot. As you may know, a cut like this will render your leg useless! Gosai yelled out in utter pain! But his strong Martial Arts training was enough to make him stand up! He started charging up for his final attack! Sanusuke was ready to execute his Futae No Kiwami defense move where he punches the back part of his body to lessen a powerful attack, but would that be enough?
(Feel free to kick Sanosuke’s Ass, it’s cool! I have to get back to writing my pulitzer prize winning X-Men vs. SF Fic! )
Physical description: This always seemingly smiling and slightly inibreated young Chinese woman has a fair complexion with rosy red cheeks(and nose sometimes). This perfectly complements her jet black hair that somehow always seems to be tied in immpossible braids that are kept well hidden under her favorite beenie save her loose and unkempt bangs and sideburns, which along with her clothing give her a rough look. If you hang out with her long enough you notice that it always seems as if her eyes are closed, either that or she’s squinting really hard, some less scrupolus peeps have attributed this to her heritage and the fact that she stays intoxicated. She stands a menacing 5’7.
Clothes: Zetian can be found wearing the most up to date knock offs available when near the main land, when she travels abroad she wears whatever she can find at the flea market, and has a pention for giving clothing away. The only clothing that she cherishes is the outfit hand-tailored by her last Sensei, a womans version of the classic outfit seen worn by jackie chan in his earlier roles, and handmade hat similar in style to the one made famous by Famous actor Kwan Tak-hing.
Bio: Born from the north but raised in a small village located in Yung Chun county, Zetian was an unsually reserved, intellegent, and respectful child. But after her parents death at the hands of corrupt officials, Zetian became a violent child. To protect her, she was sent by her remaining family to train under the Master Fang Chi Niang the III, who molded her ferocity and ill temperment with his strict training. After 6 years of refinement, the well groomed student of the martial arts suffered another loss when her remaining family was once again under attack by the corrupted government for being outspoken, even claiming officials of being envolved in demonic cults. Master Niang being unable to go directly against the government sent two of his best students to investigate.
Zetian, not being doubtful of her own skills decided to follow join her family in the fight, and in the process learned of the awful truth of the officials and their sadistic nature. Zetian had fought bravely to save her family, but to know avail, they were all murdered along with Niang’s students by men with abilities for beyond those of mortals. After weeks of fighting Zetian found herself in the annuls of the cult underground, hoping to settle the score. Unfortunetly after having lost to a group of the cults top fighters, she finds herself nearly being executed, only to be saved by a mysterious fighter. This man not only saves her, but goes forth to single handedly destroy the entire cult while apparently being completely drunk and almost seeminly unaware of his own actions.
After this strange and dramatic event, Zetian offers to become the mans student, he agrees, but remarks that he will only be worthy if he can defeat the one who had originally been her teacher. After easily beating Master Niang, the strange man (whom also was a young foreigneer!) embarks on a two year training journey that with Zetian that mostly revolved around brothels, and bars, and general drunken debuachery.
Even after that period of time Zetian had never learned the foreigneers name, and after he had come up missing for over a few months(a few weeks was normal) she sought out to look for him and continue her training. Unaware that she had become as strange a creature as him…
Today: The Drunken Goddess Zetian is still actively looking for her master, all the while beating up random ppl for reasons that range from commenting on her large behind, defending the weak and
down trodding, or just being to drunk to realize she’s doing it. She was last spotted in our current setting.
Note: I might not even rp Zetian, but i will if i get the chance, just felt like making an attempt, if you want to use her, let me know, i’ll give you more in-depth description of her personality and fighting style, just pm me.
Early morning, the sun hasnt come up yet, a busboy wearing a large straw hat and a flower necklace is cleaning the tables at an outside bar. It seems that he hasnt yet learned the aspects of busboyism and drops a tray full of bottles…
Zetian: “Whut, Whu, Whut?!?!” she yells as her head peels away from the bar table. “Mastar, I awrudy dif my pratices an shits.”
Busboy: (wow that hot dude was a hot chick, wtf?) “Mam, are you alright?”
Zetian: “huh?” “Oh, how did I end up back in Hawaii?” She looks around tiredly.
Busboy: “Your not in Hawaii, your in XX city, and we dont even have a beach!”
Zetian: “Really?” “Whatever, what time is it, oh and give me another bottle of whiskey.”
Busboy: “Its five in the morning mam, um, I dont think you need any more liquor.”
Zetian: “Nevermind, I see something interesting, Oh blessed Buddha!” She squeels as she floats over the bar counter. Her hands caress a huge clear bottle, tracing over the etched patterns in the glass. After a few seconds of fondling she firmly clasp onto the bottle and brings it up to her pale face, squinting as if she were appraising the clarity of its contents.
Zetian: “Da Vinci? That one eared man eh.”
Busboy : " Hey, your not allowed to go back there!!" says the Busboy as he hurries over to the counter only to trip on a loose beer bottle.
CRASH!!!
Zetian: " Hey, dont sweat it, i’m sure a cute guy like yourself can handle paying for this eh." Zetian says seductively as she walks off.
BusBoy:“Ouch, I think I broke my head bone, say did you just call me cute?” he says noticing that he’s talking to only himself and his owner who seems to be annoyed at the mess on his floor.
Owner: “You might be, WEARING A PINK SLIP!!!”
Busboy: Sighs (I’ll have my revenge yet you old bastard)
Owner: “You fucker, ARE YOU DAY DREAMING!!?!”
BUSBOY: “N-N-NO SIR!!”
MEANWHILE,
Still in the darkness of morning, our heroine decides to grab a snack to go with her newly acquired beverage. She decides to stop at a Circle K and grab an egg roll.
“Man, I need to find that inn i was staying at so I can shower among other things. OHH, Maybe I over did it last night” She says rubbing her temple with her finger. “Atleast I have something to last me until this afternoon, heh heh.” she smirks while sniffing the contents of comically sized bottle.
Casually walking into the store she notices that 3 men are inside wearing black ski masks. “Well, I know this place doesnt have a beach, but its a far cry from Mount Wu Dang, hell, isnt it summer here, WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING WEARING SUCH HOT CLOTHING, YOUR MAKING ME SWEAT LOOKING AT YOU!!” Zetian declares.
Store Clerk: (DEAR GOD, I AM GOING TO FUCKING DIE!!) 0_0’
Aiight angel, because you asked I’ll give you what I think about Zetian.
Everything, from her half-shut eyes, to her penchant for knock off clothes, to her alcoholism and her onion booty, hints towards a character who really doesn’t give a fuck. Since Zetian had enough faith in her skills to attempt to take vengence for her family on the guys who did them in, we can be certain that she has few or no mental blocks to speak of. She sounds like she’s very strong, even bullheaded and stubborn, but she remains kind hearted as she’s also charitable (albeit with her knock off clothes). Zetian’s appearence and mannerisms makes her stand out like a sore thumb, so of course she would be a very vulnerable person by society’s standards. However, she’s just too hardened by tragedy to give a shit anymore, and sort of takes life as is while she goes along.
What interests me is that had fate never caught up to her family, she’d have turned out very differently; she’d still be the polite, mature and intelligent girl she used to be.
He sounds like a Canadian dick head who fights just for the sake of fighting. In short, a Mary Sue. He really needs a better background than just “omg he’s a street shoto struggling against dark powers!!!”
The problem with people’s interpretations of the “Dark Hadou” is that it’s commonly referred to as a force that consumes a person. Akuma and Evil Ryu aren’t vampires or zombies or possessed demons. For a guy like Ace to utilize the negative energy of higher tier ansatsuken, he would have to come to the conclusion that murdering his opponents is acceptable. Dark Hadou isn’t like an STD. Akuma cannot stick his dick in Sakura’s mouth, and OMG she’s fighting for her life! It’s more like a philosophy. If you’ve reasoned it out and come to the conclusion that killing worthy opponents is okay, then fine. You cannot simply undo those beliefs in a snap just by OMG MY POWER LEVEL IS RISING, and coming to that conclusion is very much a mental and emotional process.
Satsui no Hadou isn’t something that has to be overcome, but rather it is something that you choose of your own free will. The reason Ryu had such a gay time with it was because he was young and vulnerable. Then in the Alpha series, he met a wonderful group of people and decided that he respected human life, and Satsui no Hadou wasn’t the path he wanted.
In short, tell us what Ace does when he isn’t fighting. Tell us how he treats his friends and family, how he spends a rainy day, how he eats when there isn’t much food left in the cupboard, and what makes his dick hard.
OOC: I think you’re on to something… (By the way, I heard Alex was in Saturday Night Slamsters so I decided to let Ace know about him)
“Why do you fight anyway, kid?” Asked Alex.
“Why should you care?” He scoffed back. “Beating the tar outta anyone who messes with me… Kinda has it’s purpose.”
“You look like you were once a victim”
“SHUDDAP!!!”
Alex really hit a sensitive spot. Before Ace could take a shot at him, He dodged the fist and slapped him upside the head. Ace knew Alex would do the same thing to him that Deejay did.
“Why should I take orders from some pro wrestler!”
“You’ll never learn,” Alex sighed.
He then crawled towards the nearest train station. His arms and legs were swollen. Red marks surrounded his chest. He had a black eye. His teeth ached and his gums were swollen.
Meanwhile**** “Dumbasses!” Ace thought when he got on the train.
He reached into his wallet and grabbed a photo of the girl who despised him the most. Ironically, She was the only person he cared about other than his little brother. Every last person on the train was staring at an infamous fighter who got the tar beaten out of him.
“I just wish she didn’t hate me so much… How could I- I become this… I guess that’s just buyers remorse. Sell your soul at an early age. Lose the things that the future holds”
A little girl walked by, handing him a flower.
“You look like you were hurt!” she said crying.
“More ways than one!”
As he touched it, It began to die. But somehow only a few petals fell and the rest of the flower was even more healthier. He was too mentally pre-occupied to notice the flower and handed ot back to her. The train then stopped at Queens. He hated this city’s punks. Picking fights without reason was one of his biggest dislikes. Walking within Brooklyn looking for a fight wasn’t what he had in mind.
Minutes after Ace stepped of off the train, He headed around the neighbourhood. He looked at an old house that doubled as a barbershop. His grandfather lived there. He then saw a seven year old with spiked hair standing outside on the front porch. He was Ace’s little brother.
“Ace!” Said a little boy with his hair spiked up.
“Hey Volts!”
“My name’s Davey! Not Volts!”
“I was thinking about Mom and Dad!”
“Me Too!!”
It was evident that these two were brothers. The only thing that was unusual about these two were the fact they had different eye colours. Ace’s were red, Davey’s were yellow.
“Davey,” An old man said. “Let’s go to China town to get something to- Ace!! WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAPPENED TO YOU?”
“Long story…”
“Make it short!”
“Well, After Mom and Dad left for that expensive place, I somehow wandered through Brooklyn and-”
“BROOKLYN?! Don’t you know better than to go cause trouble there? Look what those punks did to you!”
“Listen, Grandpa! I took 'em out!”
Grandpa gave Ace a stern look. He knew Ace had a huge history of fights, but he never thought that his voilent grandson would be heading to look for a fight in a new area.
“You listen, boy!” Said Grandpa. “If your parents find out you- They’d freak!!!”
“Relax… Let’s just get some grub…”
“You’re going to bed!”
“But-”
“No ‘ifs, ands, or buts’ outta you!”
By getting into a fight, Ace offended his grandfather. If his parents ever found out, His dad would just get mad and hide the hard drive for his PC. His mother on the other hand would beat him senseless.
fuck, i just spent an hour writing in this thing and i didnt save this like i KNEW i should of, now i will start over.
if anyone needs to go on with their story just consider my character still in the past, the early morning or day before if you will. sorry for the hold up
Ace then headed off to his room after the loss at the hands of DeeJay. There was no way he’d lose again. Even if it meant fighting dirty, he was up to it.
Fighting style: During the hunt, Yautja employ a silent system of hand gestures to communicate with each other. This “sign language” is very simple and only capable of relating simple messages or ideas.
The hunter must be sure that his prey is considered game, and lawful to kill. It is dishonorable to Hunt something that is not a threat; those who have done no harm should have no harm done to them.
Never kill a non-fully grown member of an intelligent species, they are harmless. Penalty is combat to the death.
On a hunt, it is criminal to leave even a single prey behind.
When hunting for food, take only the weak. This is to purify the species’ line.
The Yautja will generally ignore unarmed Oomans, especially women. If a person is skilled enough to be dangerous without weapons, the Yautja will be more than happy to fight. Of course, they consider a Kainde Amedha [Alien’s] dangerous anytime.
It is considered a great honor by the Yautja to participate in the hunts.
When working discreetly, the Yautja tend to take their trophies and dispose of the bodies cleanly.
The Yautja are much stronger and faster than an average human , possess lighting quick reflexes and there dexterity surpasses that of man. There senses are the same as humans. They employ technology to heighten there senses.[ common practice among the clans.]
Special Attacks:
Wrist blades: with secondary fire that increases damage and takes head trophies of enemies. The wrist blade is the weapon of choice for most yautja. jagged double edges and sharp enough to tear through bone, effective against large and short opponents.
Pistol: with choice of spread or single shots. Rarely used in a hunt. Only when shoulder cannon is disabled.
Spear Gun/ combat staff: Made of nearly unbreakable alloys. A formidable weapon for close range attacks. A self powered telescoping spear. extends by 2 meters at each end.
Shoulder Cannon: with secondary fire that allows you to charge the weapon for a more powerful blast. it’s mounted and light weight. It can be used with laser sight.
Auto Aiming Throwing Disc (Smart Disk / shuriken ): one of the most advanced weapons. This device is capable of cutting through most substances. Computer controlled gyros guarantee that the disc returns to his wielder. It can be held by hand or thrown at a oppenent.
Medicomp / medikit : It contains enough supplies to staunch blood flow from bullet wounds, or even cauterise a lost limbs.
includes surgical blades, a crystallised -medicine burner,an emergency breather etc
Armour : Offers protection where the Yautja need it moust. Light and maneuverable, but is still vulnerable to heavy strikes.
Self- destruct device: many uses for this control panel, such as changing vision modes. but the most remembered use is the self destruct mechanism. 1 minute countdown intill the detonation of a micro nuclear explosion.
4 different vision modes to increase hunting abilities
The ability to cloak / Camouflage Suit. : Only mounted weapons are effected by the cloak. The suit dosen’t work well [if at all] in the water.
Body mesh: This is basic armor given to new warriors trying to attain a position in the upper castes. The padding is a basic mesh that does not offer much more protection to the thick hide of the Hunters already. Most are designed as armored jump suits meant for casual wear in the corridors of their dark vessels. This is the closest they get to flight suits. This keeps the Yautja warm even at -50 degrees Celsius.
mask : A high class Bio helmet. It can filter through five visual settings: Infrared, Ultraviolet, Thermal imagong, Low light Amplification, and Air Density pressure. It has head protection and atmospheric support (gas filter to adjust atmosphere gases to a breathable buffer substance). This respirator is also capable of being used underwater similar to scuba gear.Housed within the helmet is a targeting and tracking systemfor any shoulder mounted weapon.
Description : The Yautja are an honour-bound warrior race that live for the pleasure of the hunt. It is unknown how they evolved in this manner, but they are among the best and most sophisticated warriors in the galaxy. Their strict code of honour prevents them from killing randomly, but rather they target prey on designated planets and hunt them down to increase their rank of honour. Their sophisticated plasma casters and invisiblity suits make them a dangerous adversary.
Physical description:The Yautja are larger and taller than adult humans, standing at least seven feet (2-2.5 meters) tall but often much taller.
An average Yautja weighs between 250-350 lb., most of this is pure muscle. The Yautja have very little body fat due to their predatory lifestyle and diet. Skin color is pasty yellow with black spots.
The Yautja clans have different ranks. { unblooded = noob , young blood = novice travels in packs, blooded = been aroud for awhile, warrior = knows the ins and outs and travels alone , and finally the elders. The Elders class are for the greatest Yautja who ever lived. Highly respected and surived a 1000 hunts.}
Kainde Thwei [me] is of the warrior class.
Like humans, they have two arms, two legs, and two eyes. Eye color is usually green or yellow.
They have long black claws, 4 clawed toes, thick skulls, broad shoulders, and large biceps. Their back is mostly bone.
Their mouths have four mandibles around them, much like a set of lips. Vertical slits of its mouth open wide to reveal inner teeth. These mandibles are used for communicating much like a cat uses it’s tail to communicate it’s mood.
Bio: Always looking for the Hunt The Predator spots the street fighters By hunting and killing them he can claim the ultimate victory and honor among it’s clan.
As ace headed off cocentrating on his defeat he didn’t notice the silent hunter watching him from afar.
Before the predator could make his move another street fighter made an appearance. It was Dan Hibiki. Taking a walk outside.
Dan was making fun of the fact that Ace lost to Dee Jay.
"I would never lose to crappy street fighter like Dee Jay he remarked."
As Dan was laughing he was overcome with a feeling that some one was watching him.
"Huh? who’s there. Who want’s a piece of the mighty Dan?!"
Dan heard nothing but the sound of the wind
"That’s what I thought! "Dan was about to go on his way when a spear wisked past his head.
AIeeeee! Dan screamed in a high pitched tone "I was just jokeing"
Dan searched all around but could not find his attacker.
"He must of heard my manly scream and ran off."
Little did Dan Know that the predator was testing him. After Dan screamed like a women He assumed that Dan was harmless and not worth hunting after all.
The predator watched as Dan hurryed along down the street.
Dan was so nervous that he walked right into Sano.
“Why don’t you watch were you are going pal?”
“How dare you talk to the great Hibiki like that ? Gadoken!!!”
The small fire ball made SAno sneeze.
“You like that pal? There’s more where that came from!!” Dan raved on Gadoken’s puffing out one after another.
The predator watched silently as Sano bashed Dans head in.
The predator realized that sano was the one he will hunt.
After Sagara Sanosuke defeated Dan he threw up something fierce. Sanosuke has been hitting the liquir hard ever since Gosai defeated him(and Gosai will get back to writing that part of the Fic since this is his thread right? RIGHT? If Gosai never comes back Sanosuke ws drunk because he was celebrating his victory DAMN IT!)
The Predator Kainde Thwei approached Sanosuke who wasn’t done vomiting as he threw up in the Predator’s face! The fierce alien pulled out an Alien baby wipe he borrowed from Alf last week to clean himself off. He then tried to communicate with Sano making the usual Predator clicking noises. Sanosuke said, “WHATCHUSAIDABOUTMY MOMMA!” And tried to attack the Alien with his “FUTAE NO KIWAMI!” but the man who’s clan has dealt with H.R. Giger’s Aliens dodged the blow and then turned invisible. What could Sagara Sanosuke do against an invisible opponent?
Sanosuke swung widely at the predator only to miss every time.
The predator picked up sano and threw him across the street.
Sano landed on a crowd of people who helped break his fall.
One of the girls screamed ‘Prevert!’ The drunk Sano said "Hey baby hows it going?"
Coming to his senses Sano chased the crowded away concerned about there safety. “Get out of here! RUN!!!”
The Predator advanced by slashing the man in front of him.
Sano knew he had to draw the predators attention away from innocent people.
As the predator gave chase Sano started wonder how hungover was he. Who was this guy? A government assassin? This wasn’t making any sense. Maybe he was attracting too much attention to himeself the wrong kind of attention.
“I gotta cover some distance and do something!!” Sano said.
Sano turned around to see that the predator was no longer chasing him…
"Shit man I’m too turned drunk for this…"
The Predator slashed Sano’s back with it’s wrist blade.
“AAARRRRHHHH!!!” Sano turned kicking the Predator in the face.
WWoooshh the predator flew landing on it’s face Becoming visable once again.
“I see you now you son of a bitch!!” Sano squinted in pain.
As the predator staggered to it’s feet Sano used his wind slicing technique followed by rapid punches to his gut.
“Get ready for my FUTAE NO KIWAMI!” Sano screamed
Before Sano could make the proper fist sano was distracted.
" Freeze!" a voice shouted
Sano turned to see a cop approach him slowly.
“Get away from the bum yow gangster!”
"Are you mad?! Don’t you see the green blood?! This guy isn’t human you pig?!! Sano now hated the law more then ever.
For a sixteen year old, Street fighting demanded alot from him. But he did manage to take out a couple dozen thugs. He noticed a big fight taking place outside. His grandfather wouldn’t allow him to be apart of it, but that was the last thing on his mind. He then leaped out the window onto his grandpa’s van and off to see what was going on.
Ace saw a huge alien creature toss a guy in a martial arts gi at a ploice officer. Then the creature turned to ace and unleashed an unhuman roar.
The police officer runs away and Sano collapse’s from the blood loss.
Ace was now ready for a fight. The monster standing in the middle of the streets looked like the ones he saw in a blockbuster film. He had a feeling that this guy was just pretending to be an alien.
“Nice costume!” He said. “I’ll just tear it off along with your head.”
<<Phoenix Shot>>
Ace streched his right arm forward. His arm ignited in flames. He then launched a ball of flame at the guy in the alien costume.
The flame of the attack caused the green stuff to boil slightly. The armor was also badly dinged. He then noticed the guy in the karate gi brutally injured.
“You okay?” He asked the man with the gi.
What he wanted to do was put the guy out of his misery. Bleeding profusedly, He looked like he was in great pain. Ace thought that he was soft for losing to a guy in an alien costume.
“I may not be top tier,” He said. “But I’ll make sure that you never reach that level either! By the way, Howdya like my Phoenix shot?”
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