Team Battle

[1-up Salesman]

To this Gunjin Battle, there are 2 teams. They have to be equal in number. It doesn't have to be 3v3 or anything specific, but they have to be equal. Once some people join and the teams are equal, the battle will start.

I can move you to another team to make it equal. Everyone can use one character. No healing. When you join, please provide a link or quote of your character's bio.

The Battlefield:

The Apocalyptic Valley

A hilly plain, covered in dark grass. The skies are black and red with grey clouds. The whole land is littered in skulls, and walking skeletons and corpses dressed in military uniforms doing battle against each other. The land's origin is yet to be known by us.

Team 1
VG Addict- Takeshi Kishimoto
1-up salesman

Team 2
Guildmaster- Rico
I REALLY HATE POKEMON

[VG_Addict]

I'll join Team 1. My character will be Takeshi Kishimoto.

Originally Posted by VG_Addict

Name: Takeshi Kishimoto.
Age: 16.
Species: Human.
Height: 5'5.
Weight: 138 lbs.
Appearance: A somewhat thin teenager with messy shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes, a yellow shirt covered by a blue jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Skills:

Extremely skilled at telekinesis and telepathy
Genius-level intellect.


Bio: Takeshi was just an average teenager, going to high school and hanging out with friends. One day, while he was riding his bike home, he lost control of his bike and slammed headfirst into a tree, which put him in a coma at the hospital for three weeks. When he finally awoke, he discovered that the head trauma awakened his dormant psychic powers, which in turn caused his IQ to soar to 150. It was then that he decided to undergo training to hone his psychic powers. After 2 months of rigorous training, his abilities doubled in power, and he could use them with no trouble. Unfortunately, society rejected Takeshi, calling him a "freak" and a "mutant". Several months of being ostracized left Takeshi with a cold and bitter personality, as well as a strong contempt for humans.

[Vgfian]

I'll join,just wait a moment Whilse I pick a character.
I will edit him into this post.

Originally Posted by Guildmaster

Original alias:
Rico Patience Vega Vincenzo ( mouthful)

Aliases:
Stripes
Crimelord
Mobster
Pinstripe
The Pinstripe
Pinstripes
Along with a few others.


Age:49

Race:Ex-human

Bio:Another one of the myserious agency's projects.
The strange agency being the agency that worked on Hellbent.
And as Hellbent,he used to be human,but ...
Anyway,he was forced to go into a special soldier program,he used to wear special mech armor,that over time with his strength grew.
One day there was an accident at the facility,and he ended up escaping.He was still wearing his armor,when he found an old book that was on the ground.At that moment,he had flashbacks to his previous life as a human,and at that moment remembered every bit of basic knowledge he had had before.(Ex. Reading writing,speech,etc...)As well as his name.
As he became more intelligent from simply remembering these simple things ,his strength dcreased substantially,His armor followed.
Eventually he ended up reading the whole book, which was a series of stories about mafia bosses.
His strength stopped decreasing at the level it's at now.No matter how much more inteligent he got,or inactive he was ,it stayed at this level.
At any rate,the book he read,along with his recovered memories,his powers,and his newfound inteligence,led to his eventual life of crime,and his want for revenge against whoever it was that took away his life.
Shortly after reading the book for the first time,he went into a long depression.It lasted 3 months.Eventually it subsided when he talked with a friend,and made the decision to relive his older life of crime.

Eventually he became the most powerful crimelord in the country (USA) and somehow stayed mainly hidden.Many times he got away while he let others take the fall.He was in this position for years,13 to be exact.
At any rate,he eventually came up with what would've been the end of the world as we know it more than likely.
He had found a way to regain all of his strength ten million fold,along with a few other powers.
Hellbent eventually beat him though,when it came to an all out brawl between the two.(fun fact: This was Hell bent's third fight with the pinstripe,all happening in the same time period.)(fun fact 2: The pinstripe was Hell bent first real super villain battle)
Hellbent in the end,went berserk during their battle,and after defeating Pinstripes,ended up destroying 3/4 of the entire city of New York,NY,killing thousands.
This is what eventually caused HB to try to be more peaceful.
Anyway,Pinstripe ended up surviving the battle,and to this day is still a big part of the crime of the world,but his power is wavering.
He to this day still has the mech armor,and has yet to find anything much about the people who did this to him.
The only clues he have are his old suit of armor, and the seemingly meaningless code,"Mahu-NX-Kinscatm-EXP.04-Cobniem-0321.EXE"...

Abilities:

He's Very intelligent,very agile,a decent fighter,very flexible,litterally,He can bend in all kinds of directions and shapes..

He's incredibly hard to hit,and even if you did,he can take incredibly large hits without being phased.

He's even come close to beating Hellbent in some of their last encounters.

Contrary to popular belief,he can't be broken physically,and can't be torn very easily.Hellbent's tried many times,and failed each time.

He can punch incredibly fast,and knows mixed styles of martial arts.When he gets going,he can send a barage of millions of punches nonstop,without tiring for at least 10 hours.

Probably one of his best abilities,is that he has near perfect aim.He rarely misses.

He can stretch all of his limbs for about 1-2 feet out,but barely does this.

He's decently strong,it has something to do with his rubbery state,and a special armor he used to wear all of the time that was like 10,000 bricks of lead as far as weight goes.These along with tons of rigorous training have caused him to become exceptionally strong. As you can tell with the above number,he used to be much stronger,but since has stopped wearing large suits of armor,and has become more inteligent.

He is made of a rubbery type of material,but when it hits something,it seems as hard as diamond.
And it seems to be heat resistant,it can't be melted or frozen.

He seems to be able to actually be able to manipulate his weight.It is not known if this is a byproduct of one of the martial arts he's learned,or if it's a part of his new body.

He is a weapons expert.

He is unaffected by poisons,diseases,emotional manipulation/placement/absorbtion,mental attacks are also easily thwarted by him as well.

He hasn't any blood,rather has different liquid substances in his body that have varying effects ,depending on the part of his body.

He is able to regenerate a small amount for himself and others.

Like Hellbent,he can reattach lost body parts,but also like Hellbent,it's pretty close to impossible to get them off.
He's been known to have the sharpest of swords stop right on impact of any part of his body with a loud ,"clank!".Swords,axes,daggers,whatever,they've been known to shatter.
He's been known to catch bombs,and while holding them,have them go off,leaveing him unscathed.

He's able to deflect bullets with his fists, feet ,and even his head.

He has incredible reflexes,as well.This is presumed to be because of his training,but there is no real evidence to support this theory though.

He has a few other abilities that he won't tell me yet,so I can't list them here right now .

He can't be debuffed.(For those of you who don't know,that means he can't have his stats lowered)

Appearance:
(Pic coming soon)


A stick man with a solid black body accept for his white fist like hands that can somehow operate like regular hands.His arms,legs,neck,and back are all about as 1/2 of an inch wide.His head is a basic egg-shape,and his feet are basic cartoony shoe shaped feet.
He doesn't seem to have a mouth,but can still talk somehow.He also can sometime be seen smoking a cigarette or a cigar.
Agin,it's not known how.
He wears a gray and black pinstripe suit,with a steriotypical Al Capone hat with a feather on the side.
He has no eyes,but can see,and no ears,but can hear.

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Equipment:
He always seems to have an unlimited amount of knives and pistols on his person at all times.
He also seems to have an unlimited amount of ammunition on his person as well.
He can contact his contacts ,and they will bring him any equipment that he requires.
He can do this an unlimited amount of times during a battle.

Personality:Basically like the classic idea of a mob boss.All around a great guy,who just happens to have a ,"different" proffesion,just, at times he's a little more serious,at others he's not nearly as serious.
Sometimes will quote famous movie lines.

Favorite movie(s):
The godfather
Scarface
The good,The Bad, and the Ugly
Dirty Harry

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Rivals (in order from greatest to least.):
********(an upcoming character)
Hellbent
The cops
A list of undisclosed names.
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Friends :
Vinny Lorrenno Paccino (no relation)
Age:Uknown,presumed to be from 34-44
Bio:n/a
Very good at staying out of the radar.
Nothing else can be confirmed at this time...
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Pinstripe's Stats:

Marksmanship = S
Evasion = S
Mental resistance = S
Physical resistance = S
Agility = S
Leadership = A+
Intelligence = A+
Knifemanship = A
Elemental resistance = A
Magical resistance = A
Swordsmanship = B+
Strength = B

All around = A+

[VG_Addict]

Bump.

[1-up Salesman]

^ I need some more people to join...

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Squall Leonhart - The Final Fantasy Wiki has more Final Fantasy information than Cid could research

I'll be using Leon. I don't quite understand the set-up of the topic, what team are you on 1-Up?

[1-up Salesman]

I'm about to join. Thanks for joining, IRHP!

[1-up Salesman]

Hey, are you guys still up for this?

[VG_Addict]

^ Hell yeah!

[1-up Salesman]

Good. Because I'm going to start it soon. But right now, I'm tired because I just finished some home work.

[Vgfian]

Hey,I'd just like to say that...Ilove you
Bump.

[1-up Salesman]

OOC: Duuuuuuuuhhhhhh...okay./

The Apocalyptic Valley. Mist, blood, smoke, and the smell of corpses pretty much summed up the place. Darkness filled the land. A walking corpse in a german military uniform carrying a gun ran across the area, as if to be in a battle. It shot a nearby skeleton holding a battle axe, who fell to the ground with a crack! As the corpse approached the cracked skeleton, footsteps could be heard nearby.

A young man who appeared to be in his 20's or near so stepped behind the corpse, as if about to attack. He reached his arm down into a leather container strapped to his pants, and pulled out a round, metallic object, with a black cylinder in the middle, which he held it by. He threw it towards the corpse. As it flew through the air, the metal began to split apart and form into blades, becoming a spinning shurken.

The shuriken flew into the corpse's neck, seperating the head from the body. The head landed nearby, blood along with it. "Ugh, this place is too easy for now. I feel the urge to fight!" And so the dark teenager waited.

[VG_Addict]

"I don't know about you, but I could kill these things all night long!" a voice quipped. The dark teenager looked around to see who said that, when a young man, seeming to be in his late teens, walked into the field. The teen was somewhat thin, with shoulder-length blonde hair, cerulean blue eyes, a yellow shirt, which was currently covered in a blue jacket, and white sneakers, which were already spotted with blood.


Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the teen saw a zombie clad in a tattered grey trench coat coming towards him. The teen merely smirked, as he shot out his right hand, which immediately pulsated with a blue aura, and lift the zombie a good 10 feet in the air, without even touching it. He then positioned the zombie directly above a tomb spire, and put his right hand in his jeans pocket, which caused the zombie to plummet back to earth, before getting impaled through his chest by the spire.


The teen then turned to the dark teenager and smirked. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm Takeshi Kishimoto. What's your name?" he asked.

[1-up Salesman]

"...Golan...I was told. And you, as you look like a pure challenge, are not enough. I'm not looking for a duel. I want a war." The teenager sat down on the ground. "I shall...wait for the others."

"Others?" Takeshi said. "Perfect. More to kill."

[VG_Addict]

OOC: Is it OK if I ask some more people to join?

[1-up Salesman]

Originally Posted by VG_Addict

OOC: Is it OK if I ask some more people to join?

Sure!

[Vgfian]

An about average sized man with with relatively mid-length bangs stood on a cliff overlooking the battlefield,the wind was blowing in his direction,allowing him to stay undetected by the others,them being a somewhat slim teenager,and a seemingly young man.

The man was holding a larger-than-average sword that had a peculiar handle,and an even more peculiar attachment to that that allowed the man to hold the blade like that of a gun.
It seemed to be heavy enough,but he could carry it quite easily with only one hand.
The man was wearing a black leather bomber jacket with fur trim on the collar and a low-cut white shirt underneath. With this he wore black leather pants along with three interconnecting belts hanging off the waist as well as black boots and gloves.

Leon:There they are.Better get going.

Just as he turned around to proceed down the slope of the barren cliff,he was met with the colossal figure of a large zombie,it blocked out the redness of the seemingly bloody sky.
This corpse ,had friends as well,had to be at least thirty smaller ones.Every zombie seemed to have its own characteristics,Each was so decomposed though,that it was hard to tell age,race,or gender.Some were easily tellable,but most ,not so much.
The closest clue you had was each ones voice,along with their varied sizes.
The large zombie's face was quite pale,and quite noticably male,late forties it seemed,but the other half of his face on the other hand was very much burnt off,not much was left save for a few muscles,and green patches of skin,other than that,it was skull,and anything that would be found internally.
His eye was hanging barely from that same socket,swinging back and forth with each movement.
Leon was a bit surprised by this,but remained cool.
Leon:.......
Large Zombie: UUUUUUHH!
Leon:Alright then.
He lunged at the zombie just as it was about to smash him with its large club like arms.
Leon sliced its left arm off.It stumbled back in pain.Then as it was about to at him again,The entire area with every zombie there blew up.
Over the explosions,a voice could be heard yelling,"Yahooo!"
Leon after covering his eyes from the blast looked up to see something shoot up from the blast ,and start twirling like a helicopter.
What-No WHOever it was just landed in fron of him on their knees and one fist.
Pinstripe got up brushed his suit off in multiple places,straightened it up,and motioned as if he was trying to crack his neck,but instead of the popping noise being heard over the fire,a sound more like stretching rubber reached out over the area.

Pinstripe began walking over towards Leon,when Leon decided to take a swing at him.
The ex-human bent his whole upper half to the side,dodgeing the blade by a hefty distance,grabbed the handle,and twisted around Leon to get behind him.
Leon lost track of everything for a moment,due to the quickness of what just happened.
Pinstripe:Nice toy.Whats it fire? (He said while leaning against Leon's back.)
He pulled the trigger only to have the bladebegin vibrating.
Pinstripe:Oh,so its that kind of toy.
Well,to each his own.
With that he tossed the blad straight up about two feet in the air,and walked forward as if he knew Leon would catch it.

Pinstripe:By the way you're welcome.
Leon:Whaddyou mean!?I didn't need your help back there.
Pinstripe: Yeah,yeah.
Leon: Just who are you!?
(He said while bringimg the blade up forward in a threatening manner.)

Pinstripe turned around,and with a large smile ,and a cuban cigar in his mouth , said ,"Jus call me Pinstripe,you don't need ta know my real name.Capisch?"

Pinstripes moth seemed to be expressive enough when visible.He had no other part of a face really,it was just a blank ,black space.He seemed like he had just come off of a cartoonist's canvas,a stickman in a pinstripe suit.

Pinstripe:Besides,its not me you should be worrying about, its the shuriken headed right for us now.
Leon:Huh?
With that a black shuriken came flying through the cliffs top,sending a loud ,"CRASH!"ringing through the area.
The two warriors jumped up and back just in time.
Pinstripe:How about a short truce,ah?
Leon:.....Fine,just don't slow me down.
Pinstripe:Oh ,you don't have to worry about that.
With that, he pulled a large rocket launcher from under his jacket as if he was a magician, aimed, and fired in the basic direction of his enemies.
The rocket was slower than a bullet,but if it hit it would do the trick well enough...
Both of them dodged the missile quite easily,but he didn't wanntto hit them.
The explosion got the two team mates divided.
Leon and the Ex-human each went down their own side of the cliff,and met up with each their own enemy.
Leon vs. Golan and Pinstripe vs. Takeshi Kishimoto
The dust cleared,and each one saw their enemy...
The fight begins...

[OoC]So there it is.
Any problems,then jus tell me.[/OoC}

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Leon looked at his enemy and sighed. "Wanna fight huh?" He shot a ball of Fire from his hand blasting into the face of the youth, knocking him to the ground.

Leon lunged at him, sword in a downward thrust towards his neck. The teen rolled dodging the strike and the blade was stuck deep in the ground. Golan thought it was an ideal time to attack but the blade fired, freeing itself, allowing Leon to slash what felt to Leon to be a fair gash in his chest.

Leon rested the blade on his shoulder smirking.

[1-up Salesman]

"Gah!" Golan grunted. The cut wasn't too deep, but it hurt. Golan looked up, pulling a knife out. He hid behind his back, slowly stepping towards his arrogant opponent. The man, whose name was apparently "Leon", held his sword on his shoulder, simply standing there. Fool. Golan quickly threw his knife forward, straight into Leon's leg.

Leon yelped in pain and bent down into the ground, as Golan sent himself through the air making a kick to Leon's face. Leon fell backwards into the ground, dust rising from the impact.

Golan looked down, frowning. "Let's hope you can do better than that."

[I REALLY HATE POKEMON!]

Leon skillfully yanked out the knife and wiped his face. "No problem."

Leon chucked the knife at Golan, but Golan dodged left, while Leon shot another fireball at where he estimated Golan would end up while running at him. Golan barely ducked the fire but was kicked in the left knee, going down by Leon; Leon slammed the base of the gunblade into Golans skull.

While the extent of the damage was unknown, blood flew outward in large quantities.

Leon jumped away, landing with a noticable limp. "How's that?"