Felicity

Well, with most of the char sigs outta the way. My sig... something that fits my personality and demeanour... Asked people and it's between: Chestnaught Kirlia Gallade Abra and co Arcanine Bit of a wide range, eh?

Noh, it should be Azery to sub not Scrubos. Totes sereal here gaiz

Roy had been slowly coming to his senses when Draidon shoved the reviver seed into Roys mouth. He nearly choked on the reviver seed. After the initial shock of the power coursing through him, revitalising his body, he gathered his bearings. He summed up the whole whole experience with a succinct "The F*ck?" Shocked, he turned to Draidon. "Dude, I know you're pissed, but you don't have to go shoving stuff down my throat. You've almost killed me enough times today"

This should be an outlet, entertainment, never stress.

Darius slapped his face into his palms with a loud sigh. This could be going better "Okay, yes, introductions are in order, and for the love of good food, put down the bloody sword. My name is Darius, Knight of Renalim, of the Sword of Rojamaris. Also, I do take some offense to being called heresy. Now, despite all odds, you seem to know more about this place despite apparently waking up fairly recently. As Zollivar so rudely asked, what are you talking about?" This waspish mood Darius was developing couldn't go on. He really wasn't normally like this.

I wake up, I scroll through the thread, I see PWBs new pic. What the everloving fuck is the story behind that one, PWB???

Woah, loads f people wanted ta see mah moves. Vinny, May I have this late dance?

Dude, I'll be your wingman, less go find PWB.

Think of it in the same way you control what the enemy does in encounters

"Whatever it was, I doubt it was much of a threat. I imagine snakes are fairly common around here" Darius said with a dismissive wave of his hand. He turned to address the newer Stratos. "I realise a strangers word means next to nothing to you right now, but I swear on my honor as a Knight that we mean you no harm" As he spoke, he resolved to help this new man get to the bottom of his predicament.

I was once playing dodgeball in PE, an I was pissig about to ty and look like less of a fool when I fucked up, and someone chucked a ball right at my face. I headbutted the ball and it outted the other person. Win.

Falafel.

Newp 'Cho

Parents got divorced a Long time ago, bu during there was a lot of arguing. Not fun, but hey, I got past t, it's nought more than a memory.

HueHueHue Also, is it OU tier?

I have Risen form the depths of Sleep! Rose, can I haz a morning donut?

Roy woke from the momentary unconciousness he had fell into and rose, wincing in pain as he felt hs stomach wound hurt. it didn't seem deep, but it hurt like a motherF*cker. He was also a little dizzy. He barely heard Sparkys words before his nose picked up the scent of some fruit. Roy stood, shakily making his way over to the food, and taking a small part of it, eating it to satisfy his ailing stomach. It didn't matter if it had a hole in it, it made Roy feel better anyway. Upon eating, Roy felt drowzy once more, and sauntered over to Draidon, where he immediately grabed the dragons arm and promptly fell asleep, head resting on his blue scales, snoring lightly, content in whre he was. ((Roy is NOT gonna unattach from Draidon. Whne asleep, his actions have moer power than his superpower, so his hold on Draidon is gonna last til he wakes up, and that's not happenin' anytime soon.

Holy fuck, I go to sleep and Roy gets the shit kicked outta him. Roy now loves Draidon.

Tbh, I don't think we've seen someone who fits the regality and composure of a Champion. I say this, because each character has been placed where they are because they fit the scene just as the scene fits them. For example, where else would Terra be, but a circus, and Corey in such a dismal town? Radomus is a close contender, but he isn't as stalwart in his morals as an Ideal champion should be, and He is eliminated fo obvious reasons. Each of the characters are wonderfully unique in their own way, which likely speaks of how the people were when they were present for league, but this same unique portion of their personas bars them from being entitled to the esteemed title of a champion. Whilst Anna certainly has the wisdom to be a champion, she doesn't have the maturity of a champion. Lin does not have the integrity or, in my opinion, right to be champion. Same ges for all the meteors. I think that, whoever it is, we haven't met them yet at all, or had any contact with them at all. No one ever said that the champion was in the rotation of characters in the intro scene.

((Turn 4. Go time.)) As the tree trunk was sent flying toward Roy, a fierce grin washed over the Timburrs face. The tree impacted dead center into Roy's stomach. If he had not braced himself for impact he may not have simply fainted. The tree pushed Roy back, sliding across the ground, until he came to a stop. Roy's hat gently floated down to ground after being knocked off, his shades were in a state off disarray on his face. Roy's brush with true, serious danger scared him, but this fear was warded off by the blood roaring through his system. With a furious cry, this time with no need for ostentatious words, he loosed a furious, heart pounding roar, grasping for every minute grain of strength within his small, battered body. He grasped the branch, which had partially pierced Roys abdomen, and willed himself to lift it, reaching back, and hurling, no Launching the branch with the last vestige of his power. The wood rocketed towards Draidon with more speed and power than an infernapes mach punch.

((Turn 3 of Endure)) As much as Roy hated to admit it, That backlash hurt a lot, especially combined with the exhaustion caused by his power. All he could do as Leer once more at his foe. "So, you're just gonna stay on the defensive huh? Have you been letting your buddies defend you? Oersonally, your jolteon friend looks more intimidating than you ever could."

((Turn 2 of endure)) "Huh, that hurt more than a slam should have" Roy said, perplexed. He paused to take a breath, leering at his foe in an attempt to thide the fact that he was hurt quite a bit.

Y'all are wrong. The real champ is gonna be my true rival, the one who I have butted heads with in many battles and amid countless battlefields, and never coming to a conclusion. The champ is...