BECAUSE I HATE WAITING FOR BLUE MAGE.
I will use, umm... Pug, I suppose.

What does Pug look like? The eponymous breed of dogs? If so, I love kicking dogs and will gladly serve your behind on a silver platter for the RP gods to enjoy.

I was waiting for Helmic, but go ahead and do what you want.

A lot of people knew about him...
He has an orange T-Sirt, jeans, Pug ears and a tail, red eyes, and is 5" 4


I dont know this Helmic... I just got bored of waiting.

Hell, like I said, I would but you want the official list of pros so... :d

Anyone who isn't an r-tard. Not all the pros.
I just want abit of help.

Oh...
Alright

So.
Anyone up for a fight it an, erm, classic gladiator arena?

Sure, I'm up for it:
I'll use Trey Johnson

Okay.
Pug basically mends lightning, cept it drains him the more he uses.

OK, you can make the first move.

But Im horible at that kind of stuff. You go first.

OOC: <.<....


The day was a warm one. Trey had spent the day wandering the streets of Rome searching for a deserted build to rest in. Upon turning onto a new road, he marveled at a large decrepit colosseum, resembling the ones that gladiators often fought in for their lives. He decided to explore it.

Upon entering the arena, he noticed that there were many pillars keeping the structure up. Some were broken and some were missing. He was surprised to see that everything held and still stood. He continue onward into another area. It appeared to be the center of the colosseum. This must be where the gladiators must have fought he thought to himself. Beneath his feet was nothing but dirt, and a few pebbles here and there. He looked upward to see multiple rows of seats and dead north was what to had appeared to have been a reserved area where royalty must have sat during ancient games. What a glorious site he was beholding.

He then began to remember what he had originally came here for. He went back to find a stairway to climb to reach the area where the seats were. He found them and climbed them excitedly, happy that he found a place to sleep (even though the arena was old). He once again arrived at the center, but instead of walking on dirt, he appeared to have been walking on an old rug. He was in the reserved area, where royalty had once sat. He then saw a old lounge chair, probably where a king had laid comfortably to view the games held there. Trey rested his luggage in a less comfortable looking chair next to him. He grab the clothe that wielded his swords and carried them with him until he approached the kings chair that he began to lay in. He dropped the weapons to the right of the chair, and began to look at the sky. "This is nice," Trey exhaled relaxedly.

Pug wobbles toward the colliseum, staring at it mesmorizingly. Did his ancestors ever fight to the death here? Was there still blood stains from all the decapitated romans who dared fight in this arena? He was feeling quite devilish today. Probably the demon inside him acting up. He was hoping he wouldn't fight though, he didn't feel like beating someone till he or the opponent dropped. He was merciful, and didn't enjoy killing people unless absolutely necessary. It was quite hot, and Pug needed lots of shade, for he hated the hot. He strolled inside, staring at the gloriously crafted arena. It was awe inspiring. I guess I should go find some shade now. Pug thought stupidly. He began scanning the chairs.

As he scanned the chairs, he noticed someone in the spot of royalty. He squinted his eyes, and blinked twice. What was he doing there? Pug thought angrily. I would at least sit in the chair next to that spot, but that is downright insulting to a once great king! He stared at the person, locking his sight onto him like an Eagle would watch its prey.


OOC: I know, I'm not the best, and that I cant spell necesarry/necesary D:

OOC: I really am not that concern of your spelling, but how well you portray what is happening atm.

Trey continued to look at the sky. His mind had wander off about where he would go next. He closed his eyes and began to lower his head. Vivid thoughts flowed to his head about large cities he would soon travel to after his rest. He then opened his eyes to catch a menacing glare from a short human like being. He proceed to study this figure. He noticed he possessed dog like features. A little half furry, ain't that cute. Just hope he doesn't call the cops. Well, I guess I'll just stay still, and wait to see if he'll come over here or not, he had thought, hoping he won't get into a confrontation.