Fighting for the Fame

Sidereus; A star-shaped island made by man strives for both glory and gore— It's original objective only meant for unwanted criminals but by popular demand, it was open to the public. It is an otherwise promising environment that holds team-building events that usually end in blood. Come and enjoy the Stellar Carnage.

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Sidereus; A star-shaped island made by man strives for both glory and gore— It’s original objective only meant for unwanted criminals but by popular demand, it was open to the public. It is an otherwise promising environment that holds team-building events that usually end in blood.

Come and enjoy the Stellar Carnage.

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{ can they fight with each other, in their zones or not, not during events? or is the fighting an event only thing? }

Contestants can fight each other outside of events; But the five casualty count still remains. 

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{ do they live in houese? apartments?? dorms??? something else???? }

Each team live in a two-story house, so it’s not crowded. 

Each zone is like a different city and it’s not only the contestants that live here. There are civilians but they live here because the pay’s good no matter where they work and most of them are here to help in one way or another. The contestants can get part-time jobs too but it’s not required of them as they’re given money anyway just because they live here. 

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Please welcome a new contestant.

Taint

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Taint (Alpha)

Accepted!

You have been assigned to Zone 3

Your assigned team is Team Z3-01

Welcome to the Stellar Carnage.              Please send in the link to your account once it's complete, thank you.

Out of Character— (Tells us a little of who you are!)

Name/Preferred Nickname: Xin

Personal/Alternate Account: shippingsevenseas

Timezone: EST

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Taint (Alpha)

Gender: Male

Birthdate: November 10th

Age: 20

Height: 180cm

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: Pink (Turns red when in dangerous mode.)

Faceclaim: Clear - DMMD

Ability:

Mindbreak - The ability to corrupt one’s thinking process including their movement using his voice. Any other sharp sounds that interfere will weaken the effect. This ability is relatively new to him, so the damage dealt on his foe is nothing serious or life threatening.

Hypnotism - The ability to force his foe to believe that a created space is reality. Can be useful for distracting the opponent when acting in a team, however can be dangerous when used alone. Requires utmost focus and concentration.

Personality Switch - Not particularly an “ability”, however can grant him much more power. He has no control over his double persona, and will not remember any of the things that happened when he is in his trance state (eye colour darkens). His double is a highly skilled knife wielder that enjoys the slashing and instant killing, meanwhile Alpha takes his time to torture his foe until/or even after they plead for mercy.

Personality:

-Sadistic

-Emotionally detached

-Easily excitable

-False expressions

-Insane

Background:

“Taint, mommy and daddy are going to go out for a bit, so be a good boy alright?”

He wondered why his mother who always treated him like trash was speaking to him in such a disgusting tone.

He was abandoned in his own house that day.

His parents never came back home from their little “trip”- not like he ever wanted them to return. It was best for both sides if they never saw each other ever again. Sure, it didn’t really bother Taint that his parents abused him, but it wasn’t as if he enjoyed it either. It was all a waste of time to him. Nothing more and nothing less.

And so, he began his own life by himself.

Whenever he needed money, he got his hands on some. It was beyond simple for the little boy. It only really took a threatening look for people on the streets to hand him something that he wanted. He was famous in his city. Entitled “The White Doll”, the government itself even feared him after attempting to imprison him several times.

Of course, spending his entire life in his “castle” wasn’t too bad of a plan. But Taint demanded something much more than he could ever achieve in this city. He wanted to enjoy the thrill of slaughtering. His fingertips yearned for such sensations.

When he turned 18, he joined the slaughter game that resided in a small island of Sidereus. The one who bears the name of “Taint” is one of the past, and never will exist again.

From today on, I am Alpha.

Roleplay Example:—

“This boy’s eye colour is cursed!” he could vividly recall a woman mutter in disgust. “He is the child of a demon!”

And it all started there.

Taint sat down on the stool as his angered mother instructed him to. How many times did that make it? The 10th time in the past week? He himself had lost count. Taint’s expression never changed though; indifferent- was the most accurate word for it.

“Why did I even give birth to such a disgraceful child!” she cried and screamed, “You really are a monster!”

But mother I’m not, I’m your-

“I’ve heard that already, mother” he sighed. “Maybe you could try to say something different for a change? I get bored of watching the same film over and over again too”

I’m your child, mother.

Taint gave up clinging onto his mother long ago. There was no benefit of it anyways. He didn’t care anymore. Being hit and abused wasn’t much a big deal either. He just had to put up with it, and then he could do anything he wanted for the rest of the day because his parents wouldn’t even want to look at him.

‘Unproductive work should not exist for it should have never been done in the first place.’

Was what he, at 5 years old, had came up with inside his thoughts. He couldn’t eat tonight? So be it. He wasn’t allowed to sleep inside the house? Just sleep outside on the streets. It was that simple. There was nobody to rely on, but there was nobody he needed in his life either way.

He is alone. And he’ll always be.

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Please welcome a new contestant.

Peter Hase

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Peter Hase

Accepted!

You have been assigned to Zone 2

Your assigned team is Team Z2-01

Welcome to the Stellar Carnage.

Name/Preferred Nickname: Jess {You could legit call me my Oc's name tho and I wouldn't mind it} Personal/Alternate Account: stilinskistrudel Timezone: Est

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Peter Hase Gender: Male Birthdate: December 27th Age: 22 Height: 5'7" Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Blue Faceclaim: Cloud Strife {FFVII}

Ability:

Enhanced Strength -- Users have incredible ability to defy weight limitations of the member of their race, but not completely break them. Dense, lengthy, or overweight items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner. Users can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight.

Magic -- Users essentially have unlimited possibilities for how they use their power, with only their skill, personal power-level, imagination/knowledge, and/or morality to define the borders.

Personality:

Though he may not come off that way Peter isn't mischievous is at all. He's not a delinquent and he seldom looks for trouble. The troubled teen he was in that past simply lead him to the kind of life style he has now.

Peter is actually quite a loner and occasionally judgmental, he thinks a bit highly of himself in regards to those who hang around the messed up parts he lived in but considering all that's happened in his live he has a low self esteem and constantly puts the blame on himself when something goes wrong with those he actually does care for.

The male has little patience for stupidity but he can care for others, more often then not he can be considered kind-hearted once you actually get to know him, and still does have a sense of humor locked up under his tough facade. 

Background:

Since as long as he could remember his parents had been a negative part of his life. Out of his whole family only his aunt, two of his cousins, and his grandfather had been blonde. So of course he even looked as out of place in his own home as he felt. His parents themselves were too young to be raising a child and they treated him more like a burden than a son. With his parent's not caring he did poorly in his classes, not because was incapable of learning the material but, due to the fact he would never actually do any of his work in or out of the classroom. Sick of just falling asleep and lazing around in school he began to skip out on his classes quite often wandering the streets while looking for something new to do.

It took all his unplanned careless journeys along the streets to land him in  the kind of life style he ended up growing into. The blonde found himself walking into the bad part of town one afternoon, actually enjoying watching the brawls on the streets and the crowds cheering the fighters on. He didn't join in immediately but his curiosity did start bringing him back every day.

There was something about this environment that felt intoxicating and it didn't take long for his repetitive visits to become far more frequent. Slowly he started to hang around the uncaring bars, drinking without a single care for his age from the bartenders. Stupidity added on and he soon started to take part in the fights as well, challenging whoever he thought would be easy and occasionally accepting challenges from those that seemed like they would have been harder to take down. Though he didn't understand how he never had any serious life threatening trouble with his fights, of course as long as no weapons were involved. When they were he end up a bit more damaged then just simple bruises. 

Peter to this day doesn't know what caused him to do what he did, Danny was the only person in his family who he could ever really get along with considering how they both felt when it came to their families and their shared age. Of course even Peter could see that the his cousin's family did care for him but it seemed he would refuse to believe it no matter who tried to point it out. Something about their closeness made him, no, had him dying to share the life he had discovered.

He knew the other teen had a far more promising future then he but he still dragged him down with him, showing him this new world and making it sound like the best thing possible. At the time he would have to admit he did feel a bit of guilt but the enjoyment of having his cousin at his side over powered that. They had become quite the duo and even when he went to get a tattoo, one the two had come up with together as it held a shared meaning for them, the other had wanted to get a matching one himself. Peter of course couldn't bring himself to drag his cousin that far down with him and convinced him to at least wait it out since he couldn't get him to agree not to do it at all.

His guilt didn't fully sink in until he the other had landed himself in jail, even if it had been for a night so he hadn't actually ended up in prison and no charges were pressed the amount of guilt the ran though Peter was unbearable. Rather then reassuring Danny on his superhuman abilities he did his best to encourage the fear of fighting that began to grow, encouraging it along with the idea of going off to  that school to take care of it. He couldn't bare have his cousin tagging along any more, in his mind it was time to end their fun and games.

His aunt as he knew from the start was actually a kind person, thought he tried to convince her of how everything had been his fault and he would understand if she never forgave him, she did forgive him and insisted that he worry about himself and tried to improve instead of letting himself fall deeper.  How he would have loved to take her advice but the life he'd chosen was far too intoxicating to him at that time, still too immature to realize it would be his downfall to continue leaving that way. Peter's parents were so far off from his aunt, they quickly blamed the blonde for embarrassing them and dragging his cousin down with him. They took the opportunity as an excuse, using it to finally rid themselves of him and disown him. 

By this point in his life the two were no longer bad people. They refused to ever understand him and looked down on him for his choices, but they had matured enough to finally raise a kid properly and it showed on how they treated his younger brother, no more then four years old at the time he'd been officially thrown out.

It wasn't till a few years later that his own powers decided to show. It seemed as if his cousin's strength came from some part of their lineage as he gained this trait as well, thankfully he hadn't received such power till he was almost completely through with fighting.  By this point in his life the blonde simply worked at one of the many bars, knowing exactly when to let who ever drink and when to card and put on a show for any cops looking for underaged drinking.

His other power was much weaker of course considering how much extra work it required to practice. Honestly he had discovered it by chance, simply joking to himself at home, lazing around in his tiny apartment pretending he could fix up the crappy place and remodel it and decorate just by will and a soft gesture of his hand. When it had actually worked the shock simply caused him to jump up, sitting on the couch now rather then laying on it, and glance around in disbelief.

The bartender did try to work on controlling his powers as best as he could, and he wasn't too bad at it but of course he was far from perfect.  Occasionally without any notice he would practice a bit of magic at the bar, but it was very rare that he would do so not wanting to risk being noticed.

Carrying on the day normally he almost dropped the glass he'd been cleaning as the door slammed open, followed by the excited man who had opened said door so harshly calling out to get the entire establishment's attention. It seemed what had this man so railed up was something to do with a place called Stellar Carnage. Originally peter had no intention to pay any mind to the pointless yelling, though perhaps it was best that he had no real choice in the matter with how loud the news was. Curiosity filled him now, as his questions were answered almost immediately after they had been thought up. In fact the news had sounded promising more then anything.

On his own time he looked more into this thing and quickly he had decided he would be making his way to Sidereus soon. The blonde felt even more strongly about this then he had at any other point in his life over anything, even stronger then the feeling back then that had caused him to end up in these slums. 

Roleplay Example:

she's a stubborn girl and a mod

so she does what she wants

i'm sorry

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Please welcome a new contestant.

Joshua Hughes

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Joshua Hughes

Accepted!

You have been assigned to Zone 2

Your assigned team is Team Z2-01

Welcome to the Stellar Carnage.

Name: Puppy Personal: sephirothdere Timezone: GMT -7:00

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Joshua Hughes Gender: Male Birthdate: January 28th Age: 19 Height: 6’ 0” (Around 183cm) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Faceclaim: Zack Fair from Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core

Ability: 

Regeneration— The ability to rapidly heal upon receiving an injury. However only minor wounds can heal quickly; Fatal wounds will still heal at a faster rate than normal humans but they can still endanger the host’s life.

Enhanced Strength— The ability to go against normal weight limitations. Dense, elongated, or heavy items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner and the host can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight. 

Personality: 

          Joshua is an enthusiastic, friendly guy who is always eager for anything thrown his way but he has an aloof air to him— Keeping a safe distance no matter how minute from even those he’s close tho. Generally he seems to be an airhead and a very restless person, almost mirroring the characteristics of a puppy. He’s caring, sociable, and can easily make friends with (almost) anyone he meets. However he has an irrational temper that causes most of the trouble he gets into; He has it under control for the most part. 

Background: 

          A little troublemaker, Joshua was but always obedient. He was a good kid, knew his limits and the difference between fun and downright rude. He was loved and had more than enough love to share for everyone. School was a breeze for him too, he always managed to stay within the top percentage of his class even if he slept through or ditched most days. Joshua was really a smart kid— Athletic too, got involved in whatever seemed remotely interesting but stuck with basketball and kickboxing. And it was because of the appearance he kept up in public that no one suspected that he had such a difficult home life.

          He was the middle child of three children but his oldest brother was M.I.A. and so it was him and his younger sister at home; Along with their mother. That woman was all kinds of crazy in their eyes but they weren’t such prized gems in her eyes either. She abused them not only physically but mentally— Always comparing Joshua to his missing brother and trying to convince his sister that she wasn’t even real. Their mom was all over the place when it came to them but she hadn’t always been like that. She loved them at one point when they were altogether; Joshua, Zayne, Mira and their father. But when their father left them for some man, which was around when Joshua was about eight, their mom went haywire and not so much later is when Zayne went missing. 

          Their mother was a woman of many faces and so if they ever tried to tell anyone about the problems they faced, well they would only be laughed at. Because like Joshua, his mom kept up a public appearance that was so professional and compassionate that it really did seem like she was a good, hard-working, and loving mother. 

          Joshua made it a point to protect his younger sister and support at least the two of them and always did his best, aspiring to become a police officer. He promised that the moment he turned 18, he would take Mira to live with him and provide her with a more loving home. And he was so close too, to achieving that dream.

          But as fate would prove it, life doesn’t go so smoothly; Especially not in his case. 

          The teen was late in arriving home one day because he went to an afterschool event to hang out with some friend, all excited to tell his sister of the day he had. But the moment he opened the door to their home, nothing would ever be the same again. 

          Joshua remembers seeing Mira’s lifeless corpse, naked and battered on the floor— With their mom’s boyfriend hovering above her as he had his way with the poor girl just before he was interuppted. He recalls how her body felt when he went to pick it up, limp and progressively losing the warmth it once held. He can perfectly revive the sick image of his mother’s wicked smile when he demanded to know what was going on. 

          The last thing he could remember before he blacked out was the sound of someone’s bone breaking and the shrill sound of his mother’s shrieks. 

          When he regained consciousness, he was already on the ground and covered in blood. The sound of guns firing still rings in his ears at times and when this happens, he’s reminded of the way his mother looked— Filled with holes, bloodied, with a knife still in her hand. He recalls how that very knife slipped out of her hands when her body fell and how it managed to cut his cheek open; Leaving a permanent scar after the wound healed. He remembers being apathetic to the whole thing like he was watching some stupid slasher film but doesn’t recall the break-down he had in the back of the police car. 

          At the age of seventeen on January 20th, just eight days before he turned eighteen, he was convicted of voluntary manslaughter and was to spend six years in prison. Without any resistance, he succumbed to this fate and was even willing to die in prison. After all, he had nothing anymore. Yet after a year, he was still alive— Barely causing any trouble and going through the motions as the days progressed. 

          All of a sudden, there was a new spark that flamed in his heart; A new chance— A fresh start at life. 

          The Stellar Carnage was introduced to him by his corrections officer because of his good and civilized behavior. He was told that not only would he be able to regain his freedom without any blemishes but it would come with good money; Money that he knew he could use to find Zayne. So with this new zeal, he immediately accepted and first thing the next morning, he was shipped off to that man-made island known as Sidereus.

Roleplay Example— 

[/Uses something from his old Sasuke account.]

  Regret, it was such a bittersweet sensation. There were times where he had thought he felt it when he first left the village that held his loved ones or to the time where he wasn’t the one to save his pink-haired comrade from the Sand Jinchurriki’s grasp back when their chuunin exams were going on. But both were just gentle chastise to the soul compared to what he had done. 

  The death of his brother brought by his own hands was the true personification of regret for this remaining Uchiha. The revenge that he had completed was truly something he had lived to feel remorse for. As if killing his own flesh and blood weren’t the true horror of it all— Learning that his vengeful hate had been directed to the wrong subject was what brought his world crumbling. 

  Thus a new journey blossomed to the avenger. He would right his wrong by demolishing the very village he was born into— Raised in along with many confidants and would bring it all to a sadistically beauteous end. Or so, that is what he had brought himself to believe.

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Please welcome a new contestant.

Dante Laurence 

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Dante Laurence

Accepted!

You have been assigned to Zone 1

Your assigned team is Team Z1-01 

Welcome to the Stellar Carnage.

Name/Preferred Nickname: Sparrow Personal/Alternate Account: littlesparrowsnest / resurrectionlullaby Timezone: EST / GMT - 05:00

In Character— (Tell us about your character!)

Name: Dante Laurence Gender: Male Birthdate: November 22 Age: 18 Height: 175 (5' 8") Hair Color: Silvery white Eye Color: bright green-blue Faceclaim: Kadaj from Final Fantasy VII

Ability: 

     Silence--The ability to move completely silently, however this ability is only limited to his movements. Any sounds he speaks, or anything he accidentally knocks over, will still be heard.

     Fade--To fade into his surroundings, and appear to disappear. However since this ability depends on the viewer's lack of notice, he can only fade if he was not seen in the first place. As in, if someone's attention is focused on him, he can't just magically fade from view.

     Steal--The ability to "steal," (as in, copy) someone else's ability for a limited amount of time. The time limit depends on many factors, mostly his mental strength to hold on to the knowledge of the ability, and what ability is it. His weakness is physical abilities, he can only keep those for minutes at a time, and his strength is mental abilities, he can keep those for up to days. 

     However just because he can steal an ability, does not mean he knows how to use it. And there is a limit to how many he can steal at a time, depending on which abilities he's stealing. The maximum he has ever reached is four.

Personality:

Volatile 

Independent

Problems with authority

Claustrophobic

Passionate

Either highly emotional, or highly detached; very rarely in between

Dramatic

Easily angered

Holds long grudges 

Seriously, if you piss him off, he's going to plan an intricate revenge for weeks, before extracting it tenfold upon you

Don't piss him off

Out of date, almost ignorant, on the past six years of worldly occurrences

nonchalant

Background: 

     Dante was a brilliant child. Top of his class, favourite student, his parents' pride. He was a gifted student, and with his blonde hair and stunning eyes, he was praised throughout the little seaside town where he resided. No one would dare accuse such an angel of anything out of the light of glory.

     When he was ten, he killed his father. Hanged him up in the rafters with a necklace of rope, and broke his poor mother's beating heart at his father's "unexpected suicide."

     No one knew the things he did to Dante after the fall of night.

     The teacher was next, silver bullet through the head at point blank range. No traces of forced entry into her house, not a single strand of hair nor fingerprint out of place.

     Her remarks never reached Dante's ears again.

     Ms. Henry followed, embroidered silk handkerchief wrapped tight around her neck. Then went a classmate, a caretaker, a mother's childhood friend.

     The methods got more interesting each time. Knife to the lung, poor lad drowned in his own blood; bit off tongue, could it have been a suicide? Torn out heart, the little seaside town had a serial killer.

     Three more went without a hint, one with denied proof, and the fifth shocked the town to their bones, recorded in history as the only mark of their dark past.

     The little angel boy was found one morning, bathed in red and dyed with flesh, asleep with his head cradled in his mother's torn out abdomen. Blood-drawn wings spread across the living room floor, spread out from the child's small back, intestines formed a halo above his head, and a cold, red heart clutched in his arms like a teddy bear. 

     The news hit the press within minutes, and it hit hard. Absolute, complete shock rippled around the globe, followed quickly by disgust and horror. Some titles read "Twelve year old Serial Killer," while others said, "Murdering Child Found Asleep in his Mother's Mutilated Remains." It was big, it was global, the world had no idea what to do.

     He was only meant to be locked in Sidereus temporarily, while psychological, mental, physic tests were being conducted.

     But when they came back negative, the world felt true terror.

     A normal child, with no mental deficiency nor abnormal abilities, could do such a thing.

     Four years later, his psychic abilities developed, dying his hair with the stressful toll it took on his mind.

     In another year, he was locked in solitary confinement during the murder games, because a chance, no matter how small, of Dante escaping; was not a chance the world was going to take.

     The next year he turned eighteen; and was entitled to his right of choice.

     The choice to participate in Sidereus' annual games.

Roleplay Example: 

     No, he doesn't want to wake up, please kindly fuck off. His mind growled, however despite his mental rambling, the prison guard did not stop calling him until the nearest thing to Dante's head, a book, was thrown violently at his head. Dante was very much awake after that, much to his annoyance.

     With a yawn, he sat up, glancing at the cell of his door.

     He froze, and looked again. It was open, his cell was open. Unlocked. He was in solitary confinement.

     His eyes flew to the calendar on his wall, and he could have shouted with excitement, beaming like a child on Christmas Day--because on the worn, creased paper, it read, in his chicken scratch handwriting: Start of Sidereus. 

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Wait I don't understand the team name application?????? I don't submit that my my character form right??? Or is that for the zones to decide a name after they're filled ????? Holy shit I'm so confused

Yeah, you don't submit that with your character form. The Team Name App is only for those with a full set of members in a single team and wish to change their team name from what we've assigned them. 

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Sidereus; A star-shaped island made by man strives for both glory and gore-- It's original objective only meant for unwanted criminals but by popular demand, it was open to the public. It is an otherwise promising environment that holds team-building events that usually end in blood.

Come and enjoy the Stellar Carnage.

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