Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Open Signups!]
08-25-2012, 01:46 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by granolaman.
Username: Granolaman
Name: Ch’k Thraa
Gender: Bug lady (not a ladybug)
Race: Some kind of grasshoppery mantis person
Color: Chitin brown
Description: For a seven foot arthropod she’s not bad looking. Bug eyes, antennae, tribal paint, mandibles that can somehow pronounce v and m sounds; you know, typical bug barbarian face. Her race has six limbs: four dexterous arms and two powerful legs. This sweet package is then all wrapped up in a tough chitin exoskeleton, and a leather weapons belt. Her only other discernible feature is a softly glowing rune on the back of her shoulder.
Ch’k Thraa herself is everything you could ask for in a light hearted barbarian. She enjoys the thrill of the fight and will eagerly throw herself into the fray. While maybe a little boastful, she maintains a policy of good sportsmanship in victory and probably defeat too if it ever occurred. She’s not the brightest torchbug in the jar, but her good heart and strong forward kick have earned her the respect and admiration of her tribe mates.
Equipment/Abilities: Ch’k Thraa is a natural hatched fighter, and the strongest of her brood. Her massive thighs can launch her into the air or kick a body through a wall depending on the situation. She can also get up to a pretty good speed if out in the open, though maneuverability leaves something to be desired. Her clawed appendages also grant her a limited amount of wall climbing.
She can fight with all four of her arms independently, but she prefers to wield her two heavy pronged spears either singularly or dual wielded.
Ch’k is also the recent recipient of a death curse. For the next twenty-four hours, fate has it out for her. Whether this curse manifests itself as bad-luck happenstance, or a slow crawl of small events and reactions culminating in one fatal swing depends on the environment. The constant round shift of the grand battle will disrupt the curse though, perhaps even enough for her to escape her demise.
Bio: For what it’s worth, Ch’k Thraa was a great politician. Sure, fighting rivals to the death in single combat is a poor excuse for a political system by anyone else’s standards (not violent enough!), but it’s what the barbarians had, and she was good at it. What’s more, everyone else knew she was good at it too. Good enough to inherit the tribe even.
By law, any warrior princess who seeks to claim the throne must pass the Hundred Spear Trial. One hundred victories must be won in one hundred duels before the challenger could offer herself to the tribe. Ch’k Thraa was only at ninety-six, but already the warriors were regarding her as queen in all but name.
Members of her queensbrood grew resentful. Her sisters were envious of her rising popularity and prowess, and plotted to remove her from their path to queendom. They could not match her strength in combat, nor could they hope to win the tribe’s love away from her, so their plots turned to assassination. Coin was exchanged, a sorcerer was summoned, and at the end of her ninety-seventh duel, Ch’k Thraa almost felt a warm pat on her back amongst her crowd of congratulators.
The curse was placed, and the conspirators watched with bated breath. A moment later their anticipation turned to confusion. Did they buy the wrong spell? Did someone foresee their plan? The crowd parted, but where Ch’k Thraa had been celebrating, only dirt and wind remained.
Username: Granolaman
Name: Ch’k Thraa
Gender: Bug lady (not a ladybug)
Race: Some kind of grasshoppery mantis person
Color: Chitin brown
Description: For a seven foot arthropod she’s not bad looking. Bug eyes, antennae, tribal paint, mandibles that can somehow pronounce v and m sounds; you know, typical bug barbarian face. Her race has six limbs: four dexterous arms and two powerful legs. This sweet package is then all wrapped up in a tough chitin exoskeleton, and a leather weapons belt. Her only other discernible feature is a softly glowing rune on the back of her shoulder.
Ch’k Thraa herself is everything you could ask for in a light hearted barbarian. She enjoys the thrill of the fight and will eagerly throw herself into the fray. While maybe a little boastful, she maintains a policy of good sportsmanship in victory and probably defeat too if it ever occurred. She’s not the brightest torchbug in the jar, but her good heart and strong forward kick have earned her the respect and admiration of her tribe mates.
Equipment/Abilities: Ch’k Thraa is a natural hatched fighter, and the strongest of her brood. Her massive thighs can launch her into the air or kick a body through a wall depending on the situation. She can also get up to a pretty good speed if out in the open, though maneuverability leaves something to be desired. Her clawed appendages also grant her a limited amount of wall climbing.
She can fight with all four of her arms independently, but she prefers to wield her two heavy pronged spears either singularly or dual wielded.
Ch’k is also the recent recipient of a death curse. For the next twenty-four hours, fate has it out for her. Whether this curse manifests itself as bad-luck happenstance, or a slow crawl of small events and reactions culminating in one fatal swing depends on the environment. The constant round shift of the grand battle will disrupt the curse though, perhaps even enough for her to escape her demise.
Bio: For what it’s worth, Ch’k Thraa was a great politician. Sure, fighting rivals to the death in single combat is a poor excuse for a political system by anyone else’s standards (not violent enough!), but it’s what the barbarians had, and she was good at it. What’s more, everyone else knew she was good at it too. Good enough to inherit the tribe even.
By law, any warrior princess who seeks to claim the throne must pass the Hundred Spear Trial. One hundred victories must be won in one hundred duels before the challenger could offer herself to the tribe. Ch’k Thraa was only at ninety-six, but already the warriors were regarding her as queen in all but name.
Members of her queensbrood grew resentful. Her sisters were envious of her rising popularity and prowess, and plotted to remove her from their path to queendom. They could not match her strength in combat, nor could they hope to win the tribe’s love away from her, so their plots turned to assassination. Coin was exchanged, a sorcerer was summoned, and at the end of her ninety-seventh duel, Ch’k Thraa almost felt a warm pat on her back amongst her crowd of congratulators.
The curse was placed, and the conspirators watched with bated breath. A moment later their anticipation turned to confusion. Did they buy the wrong spell? Did someone foresee their plan? The crowd parted, but where Ch’k Thraa had been celebrating, only dirt and wind remained.