[The Colosseum] Nexus Prime Cage Fighting Championships *Sign up here*

[Shorty]

A giant sign was hung out front of the Colosseum of Nexus Prime, that grand ol' dame of the sweet science of violence.

10th of Cryxatum Nexus Prime Will Lower The Cage...

NEXUS PRIME CAGE FIGHTING CHAMPIONSHIPS!

*Bareknuckled Fighting!*
*Multiple Weightclasses!*
*Watch Competitors Fight for the Title Belt and Money within AN IRON CAGE!*

-Cash Prizes For Each Weightclass!-
1,000 Crowns for 1st
500 Crowns for 2nd
250 Crowns for 3rd

Open field- All Challengers Welcome! Inquire Within!

OOC: Alright! Let's get it on! This here is the sign up thread for the Nexus Prime Cage Fighting Championships- three round donnybrooks with nothing but your bare fists, nails, and teeth to carry you to the title belt! Anyone's welcome to join because there's going to be different weightclasses- that way a tiny gnome won't be forced to battle a giant. I figure that I'll split people up into weightclasses once I see who signs up- but I encourage the smaller folk (and the children PC's) to sign up! Wouldn't it be great to have a fae weight class! That'd be fun.

Note: I will keep this open for a week or two to allow people to sign up, (Let's say until December....I don't know 7th or 8th but we'll see how many people join) Train IC, and PM you when your name is called from within the Colosseum....

Further Note: Bring your checkbook because they'll be betting.... Make you fortune betting on the blunt fists of an orc! So if you don't want to fight, at least show up and spend your hard-earned Crown here!


Upon entering each competitor is given a form to fill out to enter the NPCFC-

Secrets : Name: Sex: Age: Height: Weight: Hometown: Nickname (exp. Bill "The Killer" Millersen): Signature:____________________________ In case of injury, healers will be on hand

[Dzie Towen]

OOC: Alright, lets win some monay!

IC: Dzie had been walking threw town when he seen the sign hanging by the colosseum. He stopped for a moment and scratched his head. He was used to fighting with his daggers, he wasn’t good at it, not very good at all, but he was saved by them a few times. It wasn’t the thrill of glory that made him so interested in the plaque that hung, no it was the 1,000 crowns that he could win. He started to walk away, sure that he wouldn’t be a winner in such a place. What did he know about fighting anyway?

But there was something in his mind; greed likely that made him turn towards the building before leaving. He had to try, after all what’s the worst that could happen? He’d lose and get some more scars to add to his already hideously scared face? He walked into the building and took an application form and filled it out.

Name: Dzie Towen
Sex: Male
Age: 35 Patterns
Height: 6’0
Weight: 150 pounds
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname (exp. Bill "The Killer" Millersen):
Signature:Dzie Towen

In case of injury, healers will be on hand

Once he filled it all out he looked at the person and asked ”When is this going to be anyway? And is there any training that one can take that is short on crowns?” he asked hopeful that they would offer some sort of training. Even if they didn’t he’d find a way. He passed the sheet over.

[Verus]

It was on his brightening off that Verus found himself up near the Colosseum. He hadn't really had a destination in mind when he had set out but now he found himself outside the Colosseum looking at the large sign that hung in plain sight. It announced the Nexus Prime Cage Fighting Championship, an interesting idea Verus thought.

Intrigued, the rhagrhnd made his way inside the building and found the forms. Glancing over it Verus saw the note at the bottom about healers being on hand in case of injury. That was what got the rhagrhnd to sign up, not the belt or the money. No, it was the fact that he could let loose and enjoy himself in a good bare knuckled fight. He really didn't have much experience in hand-to-hand combat, though he had gotten a chance to fight a man intent on torturing him. The Tickler he had been called, in the first moments of the fight Verus and mostly deafened and blinded the man, and in the end... the Tickler had gotten his throat cut. Tricks like that would not be suitable here though; this was a friendly fight, not judgment.

Taking a pen the rhagrhnd began to fill out the form.

Name: Verus
Sex: Male
Age: 19 Patterns
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 175 lbs
Hometown: Arium Mountains
Nickname: ...

At this one Verus paused. As far as he knew he did not have a nickname, but it was on the form so Verus thought about it for a moment. His friends made the occasional comment about his love of the cold; maybe he could base it off that. Looking back down at the form he finished it off.

Nickname: Snowman
Signature: Verus

Placing the pen back down, Verus pushed the form across the desk to the receptionist. "When will I know when I fight?" He asked the receptionist. He would have to get the time off from his duties in the West Wardens. Maybe he might even convince Rahden and Seprafel to come watch his fight.

[Rahden Katheg]

Rahden Katheg had heard the rumors floating around Fort Incolumnitas. The soldiers seemed quite excited at the possibility of a spectacle at the Colosseum of Nexus Prime. The commanders and officers may have had a different opinion, but many of the soldiers of the West Wardens filled with excitement about the prospect of witnessing, or even participating in, a hand-to hand tournament at the infamous Colosseum. Rahden had heard more than one group of soldiers making plans to place bets and enjoy the spectacle of fighting. The dwarfen recruit, too, was caught up on the excitement. It had begun with a faintly remembered conversation in the mess-hall between two youthful, arrogant soldiers debating the possibility of a trainer training gladiators in the art of fighting with their hands, known almost mythically as Rhingorda.

Rahden, at first, had considered the rumors of the impending tournament with the same skepticism which he had considered the arguments of those two youths. Now, the dwarf was as excited as any other soldier. The dwarf had left the confines of Fort Incolumnitas to investigate and confirm or deny the rampant rumors for himself. Arriving at the Colosseum of Nexus Prime, Rahden had approached the imposing structure for the first time, taking in the magnificent sight for an extended moment. The dwarf had lived in Nexus Prime for quite some time, almost two full seasons, but still there was much of the city which he had never been to, and parts of it would always remain foreign to him. The dwarf had pushed his way through the busy cobblestone streets of Nexus Prime to gain a little space in front of him. Rising high above him was the Colosseum, nestled on a gentle rise overlooking the Fang Horn Drop district. The imposing structure drew quite a number of citizens to its doors, mused the dwarf.

Various statues of past gladiators dotted the streets leading to the fabled Colosseum, but it was a large sign in front of the doors that drew the largest crowd. Pushing into the mob of citizens for a better view, Rahden was faced with the large sign announcing the tournament. It seemed that the rumors had been true. The dwarf stood at the front of the crowd, reading and re-reading the sign. The soldier, too, wondered when the tournament would begin. Like his fellow recruit, Verus, Rahden had left Fort Incolumnitas on his free time, spending his time in Nexus Prime as he might have done on any other brightening. Facing the sign, however, Rahden could not help but feel drawn to the spectacle. The dwarf was enticed by the prospect of fighting, fighting in front of a crowd of cheering spectators, fighting for crowns – a heft sum for the top three in each weight class, but mostly for fighting. The dwarf thought, “I’d be a good chance ta practice brawling. Never know when you’ll be caught wifh out a weapon.”

Rahden had made up his mind. Leaving the gawking citizens to make what they would of the sign, the dwarf searched out the entrance to the Colosseum. Rahden was bound and determined to sign up for the competition. The dwarf had just entered the doors of the Colosseum when he was handed the parchment and directed to sign up for the tournament. Rahden did not need any encouragement, but it seemed that the buzz created by the prospect of the tournament had drawn all sorts of citizens to the Colosseum. The dwarf looked the sign-up sheet over twice before absorbing all that he needed to do with it. Rahden was still working on improving his literary skills, having come from the countryside with a marginally adequate education.

The dwarf began to fill out the sheet with a pen offered to him. It took him a moment to count out a few of the patterns on his fingers, since it had been almost a full season since he had bothered to recall his age. Looking over the information, Rahden paused to consider what he considered he should write for his hometown. The dwarf had grown up in the southern Midlands, but had long since considered Nexus Prime and Fort Incolumnitas his new home. Finally, Rahden considered what he should call himself. The nick-name was not something that was to be given to him, but something for him to adopt for this tournament. Rahden decided to honor his grand-father by adopting his former nickname.

Dipping the pen into the ink blot, Rahden began to write out the necessary information:

Name: Rahden Katheg
Sex: Male
Patterns: 178
Height: 4’
Weight: 285lbs
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname: Ogre-fighter
Signature: Rahden Katheg

Finished with the sheet, Rahden returned it to one of the various people directing the fighters in the tournament. The dwarf waited for instructions that would explain what the fighters would do. The dwarf expected that they would begin soon, perhaps in a brightening or two, but not immediately. Waiting, Rahden stood out of the way of the entrance, letting other potential fighters enter the Colosseum and sign up for the tournament.

[Viskyia Crow]

She wore her cloak draped about her. She didn't look right or left, just walked up to the clerk and took a sign up sheet. She filled it out quickly, hoping no one recognized her. She didn't want to explain this. It was definitely part of the process she needed to go through to shed some of the chains in her life and mind.

Name: Viskyia
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 105
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname: "Little Deer"
Signature:____VISKYIA________________________

She stood back to wait, wondering who else was here for this event.

[Ankou]

Name: Ankou
Sex: Male
Age: Countless years beyond mortal realms
Height: Seven inches
Weight: Fraction of an ounce
Hometown: Hell
Nickname: Blackguard Doll
Signature:Ankou

The faerie, apparently materialized in front of the place. He was handed a form, which he filled out in long, looped script legible even to the blindest of the human folk.

This would be such a day as to make men weep.

[Hazudar]

Hazudar entered. He was a competitor. He was given a form to fill out to enter the NPCFC.

Wait, what? Ahem... like da pimp he was the half-orc burst into the place, all swaggering and glistening and sparkling, waxed up and shaved clean from head to toe, wearing only tights, a ragged towel and his oiled, burly, somewhat pot-bellied but still majestic frame.

Yeah, that's more like it.

"We're gonna tear deez chumps a new one! Dis two-bit venue ain't got nuffin' on us, eh Ankou ole buddy?!" Hazudar shouted masculinely (irregardless of whether the fae was even there anymore). Wasting no time, the bruiser found a literate NPC to strongarm into filling out his form:

Name: Hazudar... El Lobo Del Orckon
Sex: *here the handwriting changed into one of Hazudar's exquisite sketches: an exaggerated likeness of a woman's... anatomy, complete with a miniature Haz's head off to the side, giving the audience a very suggestive look whilst indicating the above with a crooked thumb*
Age: I lost count with all this meteorolomogical crap that's going on
Height: Twice as tall as a man
Weight: I WAIT FOR NO ONE
Hometown: Truth or Smitings, Arium ... NO! AETERNIA, Arakmat.
Nickname: GREEN LIGHTNING
Signature: The SUPER Flying COMBINED Hazudar Tornado Slam / Whirlwind Pummel. How's that for a signature move?

Releasing his clawed grasp on the random elf's ear, Hazudar strode up to wherever and slapped his entry form down in front of whoever. "Gonna wanna keep dat! Be worff a fortune after the locals get a taste o' yers truly. Straight to da top, mark me words! Har har har har har!"

[Rand Gerratis]

OOC: I suppose I can still register?

Rand had been looking for sparring partners for some time now, but that was easier said than done in a city where he knew no one. The best chance for him to get the experience he needed to continue his pursuit in becoming the best fighter of the empire was to enter contests. He needed to prove himself time and time again and hone in on his best techniques and strengthen those he was weaker at. Entering a tournament seemed like his best bet, plus he needed the money. He was absolutely broke, he had not a single crown to his name.

Entering the Colosseum he stepped up to the registration and began to fill out the form.

Name: Rand Gerratis
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165lbs
Hometown: Imperia
Nickname: Kiss of the Wind
Signature:__Rand Gerratis__

After signing it and handing it over he got further information and then left to train for the tournament.

[Trenton Amon]

Trent approached the clerk with a smile, shaking his hands to get the blood flowing. The winter seemed colder on the outside. Though he was happy to be free, it had been a bittersweet experience, for now he was on the trail of a new syndicate in the underground. When he had heard about the tournament to be held at the colosseum, the nairu had made his way straight there. Trenton couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to get in fighting shape, and maybe earn a few crowns if he did well. He filled out a form.

Name: Trenton Amon
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 175
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname: the Darkstar
Signature:__Trenton_Amon__

After handing the paper back to the clerk, Trent smiled an excused himself. If he was to stand a chance, he had to get on his training as soon as possible.

[Rhargn Etn]

"Sam, heel." The ruffian ordered, as his Dragonhound began to dance about in the fresh spring rain.

His return to Nexus Prime brought with it memories of a journey better forgotten, memories which needed to be violently driven from his fists and skull. Fortunately, word of the bare knuckle tournament had spread like wild fire and had quickly found its way to the titan. Quite proudly, this word had come from one of the titan's 'fans', who'd seen him fight before in the arena and had willed him to do so again. The fact of the matter was, he had no one but Sam and Viskyia left in the city, he needed to gain a foot hold.

The duo slowly moved their way to the Colosseum, as Rhargn psyced himself up. He had training in Zan Zu, and surely that would aid him, wouldn't it? Whether it would or not, he had to fight for the crowns and for the fame; the only two things he had worth fighting for. As he approached the desk, he smiled gently at the man handing out the forms, wondering if he'd be remembered, though probably not. Shaking off this worthless thought, the ruffian went about scribbling down his details.

Name: Rhargn Etn
Sex: Male
Age: Thirty three
Height: Six foot six
Weight: Two hundred and three pounds
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname: The Pit Hound
Signature:_____Rhargn Etn__________

At this, the titan slid the slip back to the man, a dead look in his eye. His persona had warped since his 'trip' to Primus Gaudeo, from one of 'all things are great' to 'life is woe'. He spun on his heel and ruffled his pup's hair, before the two headed off down the street.

[Shorty]

Official announcement! (or something resembling that.)

So, yes signup's going to be open until january and here's how I think it's going to shake down-

To help people clear up FT issues the TS of the cage matches will be starting on the 10th Cryxatum. In RL I am going on vacation Jan 5-9, so I plan on at least get everything set up before I leave and start jamming when I get back from Chicago.

As for different weightclasses here's what I'm figuring for those that have signed up already....(Don't worry if more join, I'll just add them to this list.)

Fae-Weight-
Ankou

Women's middleweight-
Viskyia

Men's middleweight-
Dzie
Verus
Rand
Trenton

Men's Heavyweight-
Hazudar
Rhargn
Rahden

[Sheng Kaldres]

It had taken Sheng a while to consider whether he was to enter the contest or not. With the duties on him, the contest was trivial but Sheng needed the challenge, and with objections from those in his inner circle, Sheng decided to enter the contest.

So with help from Provost Renau, Sheng was sent on his way to Nexus Prime. Sheng had left instructions for Provost Renau to find at the Lingerer's Inn and Tavern if there was any need to contact. For this trip to Nexus Prime, Sheng had intentional travel light. In addition to this, Sheng had attempted to mask his identity by wearing a piece of green cloth across his mouth and nose, and wearing tight fitting tunic and pants.

Going into the sign up area, Sheng picked up a form and wrote the following:

Name: Leopald Spyre
Sex: Male
Age: In his late twenties
Height: About six feet
Weight: About 150 pounds
Hometown: Medonia
Nickname (exp. Bill "The Killer" Millersen): The Masked One
Signature: Leopald Spyre

In case of injury, healers will be on hand

Of the information that Sheng had provided, most of them are false. The name Sheng got them from a Rube and Spyre, family whom Sheng had not seen for a long time, and the rest details Sheng just thought up on the spot. Sheng would not want people to know that he was here. What would people think if they knew the Commander of the Easter Seas was fighting in a ring?

When he was finished filling, Sheng handed it in and gave instructions to find him at the Lingerer's Inn and Tavern if there was any need to do so.

[Gabriel Havisham]

Word spread quickly enough amongst the populace about competitions like these, and so did the fame of the champions, for a time anyways. Eventually most of them either went on with their adventures or became washed up fools who once-upon-a-time were the greatest warriors in all the lands. Beyond that they always attracted a great deal of attention from those who fancied themselves tough as an Ogre's hide or were desperate enough for the coin that they were willing to risk being beaten to death. Gabriel was certainly one of the later. Of course like every other lad he'd scrapped once or twice or jokingly wrestled with his friends, but never had he been known as a fighter of any kind. Mostly he was a private man that kept to himself. Unemployment, however, had a way of coaxing men into doing incredibly stupid things.

Thus another fool of a citizen picked up and filled out one of the registration forms.

Name: Gabriel Havisham
Sex: Male
Age: 23 patterns
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 172lbs
Hometown: Nexus Prime
Nickname (exp. Bill "The Killer" Millersen): Make it up
Signature: Gabriel Havisham

In case of injury, healers will be on hand

He had thought long and hard about a nickname but nothing came to him, at the very least the organizers might come up with something comical. If he couldn't win the fight maybe he could win the crowd. Besides, he would've felt like some kind of pansy good-for-nothing noble if he had've come with some silly name like, "The Fox" or some type of muscle bound high-on-himself self-proclaimed tough guy if he had have come up with something like, "The Iron Soldier", not to mention that he wasn't a soldier anyways. He worked the docks for Ioannes sake.

As he merged back into the mobish crowds he chuckled as he thought that his intro could be, "He works the docks, and he smells just like your wife after she's gone to visit her 'uncle'"

[Sanura Vi'uraan]

First Cycle of Cryxatum,
Spring of Era XIII Post Fractum

After spending some time in Nexus Prime, it was hard to miss the Colosseum. The huge arena was a great structure that could be seen from several blocks away in any direction. And in the Colosseum, there would soon be yet another great competition - the Cage Fighting Championships.

Sanura made her way to the Colosseum shortly after her arrival in Nexus Prime. She heard of the competition from Viskyia, whom she met in the public baths, and now that she read the great sign in front of the arena, she was more interested than ever. A thousand crowns was no small amount, she knew, and Sanura always liked the feeling of blood on her claws. She wrote slowly, but her letters were neat and precise:

Name: Chan Reese
Sex: Female
Age: 28
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 150 lbs
Hometown: Kyathis
Nickname: "Tooth and Claw"
Signature: Chan Reese

Sanura submitted the form under her false name and the age on the visa, afraid that they would demand identification, but none was required. The fact of the matter was that Sanura did not know exactly how old she was - it was not important to her.

Now entered in the competition, she left to consider training for the competition.

OOC: I might edit later with a better nickname...

[Corran Bethager]

This was the main goal of Corran's trip. The cash, the cold hard crowns, the money. All he needed to do was waste a few heads and maybe put in some good investments at the betting office. Well, if he could secure some money from a poor sod that was. Casually, with a little swagger, Corran strolled up towards one of the people handing out forms. "Top of the brightening to you fine sir," he spoke with a crooked grin, accepting the form most delicately between thumb and indexfinger. "Much obliged."

Name: Corran Bethager
Sex: Male
Age: 43
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 260 lbs
Hometown: Imperia
Nickname (exp. Bill "The Killer" Millersen): The Gentleman (Middle)
Signature: Corran Bethager

In case of injury, healers will be on hand