Wanna use my new character for a spin. Rules will be set when someone actually accepts

I'll accept.
I'll use Trey.

Alright

The usual rules; no godmodding, no autohitting, etc etc

Can I pick the location but you get first post?

HOLD IT
We talked over Msn ;_;
Lemme go find a bio and we can all fight aadklgn,reglk.htrs

Alright, three way between me, Kebin and Doromac

No homo...

You know what I mean

Anyways I choose to fight in a rocky desert at nightime

You can have the first post, Kebin can go next, and I gotta wait till tomorrow cause I gotta go now

I'm actually finishing up a project now, so you get first post Kebin.

Name: Kevin Post
Age: 15
Appearance: Messy, black hair covers Kevin's head, as well as his dark brown eyes at times. He stands at five feet, seven inches, being short and all. His skin is very pale. A dark blue, almost purple, long robe is worn over a plain back shirt. He wears shoes ideal for running, which are black, as are his shorts with many pockets. A quiver is slung over his back, containing many arrows and an archery glove covers his right hand. His long, elegant light blue bow is always carried in his left hand. Two daggers cling onto his belt, one one his left, and the other on his right.
Weapons: Obviously, the bow and the two daggers. The bow's arrows can turn invisible when wanted, one dagger tends to burn you when it comes in contact with skin, and the other is freezing cold.


Anything I missed?

Hmmm, okay.

Kevin cautiously glanced out from behind a rather large rock. He blinked, looking around. Nobody seemed to be around yet, so he took this time to get ready. Kevin checked everything he usually checked before fighting, if his quiver was full, and if both his daggers were working properly. He tested this by putting one thumb of each of them. One was scorching hot, indicating it was fine. The other, sent a chill up his whole hand when touched. He grinned for a moment, nodding. Guess all I can do now is wait..., he thought. The large rock he was hidden behind came to view, and climbing on top of it seemed like a good place for sniping. Shrugging, he climb on it. And now, we wait.

OoC: Guys, guys, 2 on 2. Come on.

OoC: I want Kerim on my team then.
Also I'll post in a minute, because I'm almost finished with my part of my project.

lolkay. I was kinda joking, but I might join anyway.
If so, I'll use Daryl Gordan. Profile in Kerim Vs. Dr.Geno thread.

You had my hopes up homie ;_;

Sorry. : ( Back on topic. Post.

"God, why is it so damn cold out here!" Trey had exclaimed into the emptiness of the desert. He could feel the cool desert air rustling over his legs and arms, while he carried that heavy backpack. He decided to make the switch out of his shorts into his jeans. He had not wore these for a while. Trey began to rustle in his backpack for another shirt to put on over the one he was currently wearing, but was unable to find any. Dammit!

He continued onward, just hoping he ran into his opponent, wandering aimlessly. Just have to stay alert...