Well, I want some violence...Who's with me?

Ok, set up here. Characters have no prior knowledge of the fight, they are taken right out of there lives to this realm to square off. The realm being a grassy field that stretches on as far as the eye can see. Simple stuff ja?

Ok I have to admit I'm new to this site and can't figure out how to make more characters without joining another RP so if you want to see a profile of my character I will PM it. I kinda just want to practice and come to terms with this whole T1 thing, never heard of it before.

I expect multi paragraph, not essays, but something fun to look at, you know what I mean?

What else...Oh yes. Powers. Be easy on your abilities. I am coming from the mutant/gifted sensiblity, meaning your charrie will have one power to him. Mine happens to produce and control a substance that he can use to form items, or shoot out as a concussive blast....He is very new to this. and can not do too much, even run out of juice power wise if he uses too much. I mean seriously, just imagine the powerplaying if he always was able to put up a shield or some BS like that.

So, yeah...CALL ME!

"What the..." Jack exclaimed as he looked around, dazed. He was in the middle of a field...what was he doing in the middle of a field? He was eating breakfast not five minutes ago. He swore that he remembered bringing up a glass to his face right before this moment. And now, here he was standing in this field. What a field it was, he couldn't see anything else, but grass....He furrowed his brow, He hated grass. He sighed and rested his right arm on his left shoulder, he couldn't cross his arms due to his lack of two arms. He was about to ask himself again why he was here when he heard a booming voice.

"You must prove your mettle, Jack. Defeat the first person you see to go home."

Confusion leaked onto his face, "What the fuck?" He turned around and tried to find the source of the voice, he failed, it sounded like the voice of God himself....Or someone had slipped something into his breakfast. Highly unlikely really. He shook his head and began walking. There really wasn't anything else he could do. He would walk till he found someone, fight them apparantly, and then go home. The whole concept was laughable, but really, why disobey a disembodied voice?

He ran his hand through his cotton-candy blue hair, grabbing and pulling so it would stand tall for a moment before falling back down. He let his arm fall and moved his hand to adjust the pinned up sleeve on his left. He was missing his entire left arm you see. The strangest thing though, stranger than his hair color, than the fact that he could form a bluey substance the same color as his hair, no the strangest thing was that it felt like his arm was still there. He could pretend he was reaching out his missing arm and 'feel' things. It was super freaky. like a 'super phantom limb' thing.

He could feel it when he thought about clenching his missing fist. It was all there. He brought his right hand up and cotton candy blue started to bubble into an amorpheous shape a few centimeters above his hand. It slowly shape itself, elongating, and widening at the top. It wasn't but a moment and he was now holding a blue bat. He opened his hand and let the bat fall to the ground, the bat hit the ground once then started to funnel back to his arm like it was a part of him.

He looekd to his missing arm...what if he could do the same thing for his arm...make a fake arm and use it?

He wasn't walking for more than 5 minutes when he heard the yell. Out in the distance, a man...jack brought his only hand up to shade his eyes, hopefully he would be able to who this asshole he supposedly had to fight was, for he was yelling at him about the voice. Was this guy for real? The height, the hair, the clothes? He was dressed like a punk. He dropped his hand and stopped walking as the guy pulled out a....whip? He had started twirling it above his head and was singing? Jack's face was furrowed in disbelief at this fucked up situation.

Holy crap, this guy was fucking serious! Jack felt the familiar grip of adrenaline on his body, it was warm and cold at the same time as he lowered his stance. Jack was light on his feet, and he was a great fighter, but seriously? Why choose him? He didn't even have an arm anymore! Punching, his big thing, was almost out of the question, he wasn't use to the handicap that he had been given. And kicking? Too awkward, He had no balance anymore.

Shit, this guy was almost on him, How the fuck was he going to even fight back with his crippled self all he could do was.....Jack smirked as the thought hit him. Of course, he was so stupid. He really wasn't totally used to the idea that he had this gift. Jack stood up straight from his lowered fighting stance and turned sideways, he pointed his hand towards this freak and shaped his hand like a gun.

"Bang." He said with a smirk.

As he said it, the blue substance that he could form shot out like a bullet, not quite as fast, and probably nowhere near as damaging, he was still figuring out how to make it more destructive, but if you were to get hit...you would freaking know. It was probably going to feel like those "less than lethal" rounds cops used. it could kill at close range, but not from the range they were at.

"Heh," Jack reveled in his small victory, he had never actually fought anyone since that fight that started the events that ended up in him losing his arm. This blue shit was something amazing. Though, he knew he wasn't going to get a lucky shot like that again. He would probably have to use that little shotgun blast thing of his, probably wouldn't hurt as much as the little bullet shot he performed, but it would be enough to blow this guy backwards...that is if he could remember how to do it exactly.

Jack couldn't retreat into his mind any longer, he had fallen back into a more ready position as he watched the man get up, he charged again this time getting close enough to strike with that whip of his. While the guy was on the ground he could make out a metal tip on the end of it. That thing would cut, he was sure. How deep? He didn't know.

He jumped backwards out of instinct, turning his torso to the left in attempt to catch the whip with his dominant hand..."Fuck!" Jack yelled out, more in frustration of his stupidity than the pain from the whip. He had forgotten about his missing limb, that freaking phantom limb still felt so REAL! He swore he could feel the whip hit his non existent arm. That was until it sliced at his side. He fell backwards as he clutched the bloody cut on his side. He swore again as he shotgun blast the dirt sending a massive cloud up into the air.

He scampered backwards in an effort to get room to think.

As pathetic as his backpedaling looked, it had served it's number one purpose. Give him time to collect himself. He was a guy who had been in plenty of fights, Truthfully, he had always felt safer when the other guy was charging, or attacking. It was harder to react when you are already in mid action. So when he saw the kick coming all he had to do was react and attack. This new found gift of his was going to get super handy. How much projectile attacks he had in him he didn't really know, two at least?

His feet tensed and kicked to the side as he twisted his torso onto his left side, avoiding the kick and giving him the momentum to swing his arm into a punching motion at the man's torso.It wasn't just an ordinary punch though. The blue substance exploded in a cone shaped attack, like a shot gun. The closer he was obviously going to do more damage. Even though right now, he didn't have much control over it. It wouldn't do as much damage as his gun attack, but it was strong enough to blow a person backward.

((Hahaaahahahaahahaa that will teach me to lose access to a computer.)