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Name: Dominic Marcel Ambrosia

Nicknames: Warrior (He doesn't go by his real name)

Title: The Warrior

Gender: Male

Age: 25 in appearance, 590 in years.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birth Date: April 14, 1427

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Birthplace: France

Hex code: #225B09

Faceclaim: Taylor Kitsch

"Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying."

Appearance: Dominic has shoulder length hair. His hair is wavy and a dark brown color. He has olive green eyes that can appear to be a warm brown. He has a very muscular form from endless years of training and exercise. Dominic has broad shoulders and is tall. He often sports scruff, but he does keep a clean shaven face occasionally. His most noticeable feature is the scar that runs beside his right eye down to his right cheekbone. He has a several more scars covering his body for even though he heals quickly, his scars always remain.

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Olive Green

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 207 pounds

Accessories: He wears a special lightweight armor and helmet made out of a shiny black metal. He wears gauntlets with spikes that match his armor. He carries two swords with him at all time.

Tattoos, Piercings, Etc.He has multiple scars from battles.

“A good swordsman is more important than a good sword.”

Personality: Dominic is a highly adaptable person, he has had to be because of the game. He is prepared for anything to happen and is not easily surprised. During his years as an immortal, he dedicated his time to learning and studying and as a result is a very intelligent person. He can speak several languages and is knowledgeable about many things. His years as an immortal, however, were not as glorious as one might think and have made Dominic live a life of solitude. He is a very closed off person because of it and he trusts no one. Dominic is also an honest person that always tells the truth, but he is secretive and will not answer questions he does not want to answer and keeps most things to himself. Dominic is a very proud and somewhat arrogant person and is not one to beg for mercy. As a person that is 590 years old, Dominic can be old fashioned about some things and talk in an old timey way as well. Dominic also has an uncontrollable rage when angered and does not think clearly when this happens. The proud warrior may seem to be a coldhearted killer, but he is actually just a normal man yearning to escape his eternal loneliness.

Likes: Books, art, practicing with his swords, fighting techniques, fine things, learning, history, languages, bold people, honesty, intellectual conversation.

Dislikes: Cowards, watching television, animals (aside from horses), loud people, idiots, liars, losing.

Strengths: Fighting, riding horses, ballroom dancing, his intelligence, he is also ambidextrous.

Weaknesses: Making plans, making friends, his temper, his arrogance.

Habits: He often raises a brow at things he is confused about or finds amusing, he also has a tendency to steeple his fingers.

"Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word."

Power: Dominic has enhanced agility, and enhanced healing. These powers go well with his swordsmanship and make him the ultimate warrior. He also has the power to manipulate the feeling of rage meaning that he can cause people to become extremely angry for no reason. Rage also empowers Dominic and makes him stronger.

Power Weaknesses: Dominic's enhanced healing power allows him to survive things most humans wouldn't, but it does not heal his scars and he cannot survive a lethal strike to the head or the heart. When it comes to his power of rage manipulation, Dominic cannot overuse it because it drains him of power and makes him weak.

Title: The Warrior

Call/Phrase: "Bow down to my mighty swords!"

Card Image: A warrior in full armor riding a black horse with red eyes. The warrior sits with both swords raised over his head, looking to the sky. The horse is standing on top of thousands of corpses.

Special Gifts: Dominic found black lightweight armor in the middle of the woods, along with his twin swords. He found them right before the previous game started when he was only 20. His swords and armor are one of a kind and with them he is almost unstoppable. Another special gift of Dominic's is his eyes. They turn a deep red and almost look like they are burning when he is using his powers or when he is angry. Whatever horse Dominic rides, also gains red eyes.

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

History:Dominic Ambrosia was born in 1427 in France. During this time, the 100 years' war was taking place and France was losing to England. Dominic was born to a family of poor commoners, his father was a blacksmith and his mother stayed at home with Dominic and his siblings. Dominic was the third eldest of five. He had two older brothers and two younger sisters. When his father was sent to war, Dominic and his brothers had to provide for their family and they did a series of odd jobs so they would have stuff to buy and trade with. It wasn't long however, before Dominic and his brothers were sent to the war as well. Dominic was only 16 when this happened. He was surprisingly good at fighting and became one of the best warriors in France's army by the time he was 18. It was around this age when Dominic started to feel different, he was stronger and faster than ever before and he began to have strong feelings of rage that he couldn't control. One day he was gathering arrows from dead bodies in the woods when he felt a strange sensation to go in another direction. He walked, until he came across a set of armor and a set of twin swords. He kept them and they became his most valuable possessions. Dominic did not learn of the nature of the game until he was 20. When the game started, he was pulled away from the war and straight into the game. In the end, he was the last player standing and became the champion of the game. When the game was over, he searched for his family members that he had been separated from so long ago only to find that they were all dead. His brothers and father killed in the war and his mother and sister's dead from starvation. During his time as an immortal, Dominic took on the job of an assassin and became very wealthy from it. He lived a life of solitude, learning early on that getting close to people only ends in heartache. He knew that the game was beginning again when his icons began to fade away and he was well prepared to survive any disaster that was to come.

So begins...

Domonic Ambrosia's Story

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#2017-05-17 20:30:31, as written by maloneyc16

Dialogue: #225B09

Finally after hundreds of years, the game has begun again.

Dominic rode calmly on his horse, Polemos, which he named after the Greek spirit of war. His horse had much more strength and endurance than any normal horse, in fact, any horse Dominic took as his own became enhanced. This particular horse had a fine black coat with eyes that had turned from a dark brown to a glowing red.
Dominic went where the pull led him, knowing that it would bring him to The Ruler of Knowledge.

When he had received the vision of the church, he instantly knew who had sent it; one does not forget the powers of the ruler. Dominic was just relieved that she hadn't spoken to him through his mind as well. The last ruler had done this multiple times and Dominic found the invasion to be unpleasant. As he traveled, he wondered what kind of motive the ruler had in mind. She obviously wanted something if she wanted to meet on holy ground. But what?

Whatever her desire for meeting was, Dominic was prepared to defend himself at the slightest hint of suspicion. Although, Dominic hoped that there would be no need to kill. He was tired of killing, he already had so much blood on his hands that would never be washed clean. But the fact of the matter stays the same, he would kill if necessary. That is what he had done in the last game, and he would do it again without hesitation.

Dominic sensed he was nearing the church and slowed down Polemos. Dominic rode slowly through the town when he heard familiar calls play in his head. He only heard four, but he could feel more players near him. What is she planning?
On high alert, Dominic jumped off of his horse and tied it to a pole. His twin blades rested in the harness on the back of his armor. He spotted the church and strode towards it, his black armor clinking lightly and his helmet shielding his face.
Dominic did not know what to expect, but he knew one thing. No one was to be trusted.

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#2017-05-21 16:34:25, as written by xNocturnax

Title: Ruler of Knowledge || Dialogue:#179465

A week ago, a man's voice had announced The Trickster's passing. "The trickster is no more," was the direct quote and the thought of how in these conditions pricked Sage's heart. They were pawns in a greater game, but they were only human at the core.

Sage paced for some time hoping those that she communicated with got her message and followed their instincts about it. She had quite the role ahead of her and it was a risky move prompting them all together so early on, reducing it to the size of one building. Though they couldn't harm each other on holy ground, one step outside and it could be a blood bath. But it also felt like the right move, or rather the only move left. For risk would come the only chance of reward.

"Beautiful to look at, deadly to touch." Sage heard first faintly. Like a poisonous plant. She didn't look up until the call grew much louder and she heard the old church door creak open. The Queen of Thorns was the first to enter and the moment they spotted each other, she shifted into an offensive posture. Sage's gaze turned to stone. Unfortunately, Sage couldn't entirely blame her or hate her for that.

A few more filed in slowly, their calls the first to announce their nearing. Sage had gathered what numbers she could of them but she could not make them stay so she was best to cut to the chase. “As you may or may not know, we are special individuals with unique abilities. But the purpose of us being here isn't some great cause...yet. We live to outlast each other and the victor gets immortality for five hundred years. At this rate we are nothing but pawns and a means of entertainment. But the gods can't have their game if we keep each other alive.” Sage met their gazes steadily but the worse was yet to be said. The contradiction of it all. “However, there are others out there like us who have lost touch with humanity and they need to be stopped. They will treat us like the enemy so you should do the same. The people in this room is what matters most. I'm proposing an alliance. And for us to figure out how to end these games once and for all, together.”

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#2017-05-21 22:00:56, as written by maloneyc16

Dialogue: #62039E

As more and more players piled in the church Scarlett was internally freaking out. She was already wary when she realized The Ruler of Knowledge was here and then The Temptress, Lord of Lightning, and best of all The Warrior, walk through the door. Scarlett also heard the calls of The Huntress, The Hunter, The Inferno, and The Hollow Man, which meant that they were most likely coming here as well. What the hell is going on? Scarlett knew that it was natural for players to merge, but she had never heard of it happening like this before.

While she waited for the ruler to speak, she surveyed her competitors. The ruler seemed to be a bit nervous based on the way she was pacing back and forth. She seemed pretty healthy as Scarlett did, which of course was due to there special abilities. It was rare to see any girls after the apocolypse, let alone healthy ones. The few Scarlett had seen had been slaves that were dragged around by chains. Men had tried to do the same to Scarlett, but one glance at her thorn claws and they took off running.
The Temptress was also around Scarlett's age and had long auburn hair. Even while the girl's powers were dormant, she had an alluring presence to her that made Scarlett want to draw closer. It seems that this game is full of powerful and beautiful women. Scarlett always liked to see some girl power, so she was pleased with this knowledge.

Admittedly though, the Lord of lightning was pretty cute. He seemed to be confused and if Scarlett had to guess, she would say that he was not aware of the game that they playing. As for The Warrior, he looked terrifying in his all black armor. Scarlett knew he was a man, but she could not see what he looked like with the armor covering him from head to toe. Scarlett was not happy to be in the same room as the man who had won the last game.

Seeming to want to get her message across, The Ruler of Knowledge finally spoke. “As you may or may not know, we are special individuals with unique abilities. But the purpose of us being here isn't some great cause...yet. We live to outlast each other and the victor gets immortality for five hundred years. At this rate we are nothing but pawns and a means of entertainment. But the gods can't have their game if we keep each other alive.” The ruler met their gazes as if they were not going to like the next part. “However, there are others out there like us who have lost touch with humanity and they need to be stopped. They will treat us like the enemy so you should do the same. The people in this room is what matters most. I'm proposing an alliance. And for us to figure out how to end these games once and for all, together.”

Scarlett sat in shock. End the game? That was unheard of. She wasn't even sure if it was possible and yet, she couldn't stop the glimmer of hope she felt from the ruler's words. Scarlett would do anything to escape the horrid fate that was forced upon her. The only downside to this plan is that she would still have to kill some people, but Scarlett was willing to make that sacrifice for the overall outcome.

She stood from her spot in the pew and said, "I'll gladly join your alliance. I'm willing to do whatever needs to be done to end this game."

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#2017-05-26 06:51:59, as written by maloneyc16

Dialogue: #DDCD20

WHAT. THE. HELL.

If Aiden thought he was losing it before, he's really losing it now. He came to this creepy ass church for some unknown reason and then all these weird people around his age start pouring in and coming together like they're all part of some freaky cult. Then a guy, at least Aiden thinks it's a guy, comes in wearing black armor like some evil knight. To top it all off, blondie starts talking about being pawns in a game, and winning immortality, and killing people.

Maybe Aiden is dreaming. Yep. That's right. Any minute now, he's going to wake up and find out that the apocolypse hadn't happened. His siblings would still be alive, his parents would still be alive, and he would have his normal life back with none of his weird lightning powers. Hold on a minute. Powers. Didn't blondie say something about special abilities? How would she know about Aiden's powers? Is she... is she telling the truth?

No, of course not. It doesn't even make sense because if it was true, why is she the only one who knows about it.

Suddenly the brunette girl with the darker complexion stood up,"I'll gladly join your alliance. I'm willing to do whatever needs to be done to end this game."

Seriously? Does everyone here know what's going on, but me? Aiden still didn't know what was going on or what to believe, but he was starting to connect some things. The powers, the voices, the random floating images, they're all connected and Aiden is starting to think that these particular people are somehow involved in whatever is happening to him. Aiden was still unsure, but he decided he was going to listen to what they had to say.

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#2017-05-26 08:12:28, as written by Korruption

karl deryck houben

Hunter
hex code: #071C57

Karl trailed his sister and she led the way to...who knows where. Their relationship was like one of those twin things in some stories. The little sister was the leader, and the older twin brother was the bodyguard. Sidekick. Whatever. To be honest, Karl didn't have a problem with that. Just as long as Ashley wasn't leading him to certain death.

"Sis, you know I love ya," Karl began, gripping his bow. "But do you have any idea where we're going?"

Ashley halted and spun around. She wasn't glaring at him, but if Karl wasn't Ashley's twin brother, he would be intimated as hell."I'm following the pull," she stated simply. "You can't feel it?" After those brusque two sentences, Ashley faced forward once again and continued on her trek.

Oh! Karl thought with sudden realization. That's what that thing was! Karl wasn't going to lie, compared to his sister, he wasn't the brightest person out there. He was far from stupid, but not as sharp as Ashley.

Suddenly, as Ashley stopped abruptly, Karl heard voices in his head. "Fast as lightning." "Fear the unknown." "Beautiful to look at, deadly to touch." "Bow down to my mighty swords!" Karl almost jerked back at the last one. Damn, the dude was intense.

Karl was thrown back into the present as Ashley made some hand gesture at him. Hey, she was the one who knew ASL. Not him.

Ashley jerked a finger towards the church in front of the twins. Karl furrowed a brow, then shrugged. He knew that the both of them could feel the pull.

Ashley slowly and silently plucked an arrow out of her quiver and readied her bow, Karl following suit. The siblings approached the church, as silent as leopards stalking their prey. Which was fitting, considering that the twins were both holding a bow and had a quiver of arrows strapped to their backs at this very moment.

Ashley silently set her hand on the door handle. Karl winced, knowing what was coming. His sister silently and oh-so-gently curled her fingers around the handle and slammed the door open in a flash. Said door whammed against the building wall with a loud boom. Literally anyone in the church would be scared out of their wits. Ashley was intense like that.

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