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Here teams of two will verse eachother. No one can interfere besides the two teams that are fighting. However those who wish to watch the Tournament from the stands may enter the roleplay but not to fight ONLY to watch

Here in the Blood Arena Vampires and Demons alike must fight in teams of two. Here are the rules

~The fight is to third blood. Meaning which the teams must draw blood from the opponent
~ Fangs MAY not be used in a fight.
~ You can use anywhere in th Arena as you wish
~ No godmodding otherwise you will have to deal with me personally.
Other than that there are no rules.

In the center of the arena, the floor suddenly spouts a column of silver flame which expands to a yard in diameter, then rapidly collapses in upon itself to reveal The Damned's resident non-undead, Lord Darkstarr. With a casual, almost catlike stretch, Darkstarr yawns languidly like a great cat after a large meal, then glances around the arena. Noticing Ayame, he winks at her and blows her a kiss, then pulls off his black top hat and cloak. Like a stage magician, he then stashes his cloak inside his top hat, then collapses the hat flat into a black disk, which then shrinks to the size of a quarter before he tucks it into a shirt pocket.

"So, you wanted me, my dear?" Glancing at her hip, he smirks. "Nice whip, by the by. Is it for show, or do you use it on all your potential boyfriends?"

"Afraid you might make me enjoy it, actually," the Unseelie fae replies with a leer. "And I thought you'd be wearing Kiti-cat's collar still. Seems we were both wrong, weren't we now?"

"I love whippings," Darkstarr replies seductively. "There's something so sweet about licking the blood off the back of a terrified slave who's been scourged ruthlessly for misbehaving, don't you think?" He smiles cruelly, revealing short, catlike eyeteeth of his own. "Or were you referring to something less... torturous? Perhaps we can discuss that in private... later...?"

With a knowing wink, he adds, "Nice outfit." Glancing pointedly at Ayame's collar, he lets out a soft chuckle. "You wear it well..."

Mong Ra came clad in black spiked metal armor each spike tipped in silver his gauntlets shone with a residual orange glow, his eyes were the same color, he cracked a fanged smile. His eyes seemed to almost glow as if they were meant to be the color of burning wood in a camp fire.
Mong Ra walked towards his soon to be opponents, slowly making his way down the steps, since there wasn't a time limit posted on the tournement. He felt the necessity to prolong his soon to be fate. He scanned the bleechers for his team mate wondering what may have delayed him.

Mong Ra's ears perked up for sings of his arrival, but his senses seemed dulled for the moment. He sat down and rested for a moment in the bleachers, since the festivities were yet to start.
He appeared almost awkward for his musculature was that a short stocky being, he seemed to have an aged look in his eyes. Not necessarily open to the fact he could be attacked at any moment, he watched his opponents with fervor.

From what he could tell, unlike his team mate and himself, they seemed to know each other. Since this seemed an unfair advantage, he felt he may attempt formalities with his partner. Assigned to someone he has yet to meet, it seemed like the right thing to do.

((Should I be cosplaying my character??))

He went to move forward as the bleacher chair broke under his weight.
Mong Ra hadn't quite mastered his human form transformation, he managed to regain himself as he stood taking a deep breath exclaiming, "Hey everyone! I am Mong Ra, pleased to meet you all! I hope that if there are more of these that we may know each other through our fists! May we become friends!"

Mong Ra stood there with a serious look on his face, and then he noticed how up-right he seemed and started to laugh uncontrollably. "Sorry that was hard to say with a straight face!",He chortled he'd seen only a handful of vampires, so he wasn't sure how they'd recieve him.

He stood there humming a tune that made him sound as though he were a pirate, yet he was in fact no where near being a pirate. He looked around aimlessly. As he heard their response, he decided it would be fun to dance while he waited, so he did a jig similar to that of one done by the leprechauns.

(I prefer the non-serious characters, overly serious ones are boring.)
(I've been into pirate metal for a while, I may look into more folk metal soon. I don't have his picture ready yet, and it may take a while to make since I don't have my tablet pen. I may need to put that on my christmas wish list, or birthday wish list. Man, nobody's on and I'm likely only going to be on for a little while this week anyhow. I need to make presents for my family.)
( There it's fixed!)

(A shortened variation, but yes, you are. It's unshortened spelling is Faerie, though the shortened variant is less honorative, it's usually adequate.)
"A pleasure to meet you both, unfortunately my partner is either considerably late, or we're vastly early...", Mong Ra looked at his wrist expectantly.
"I keep forgetting I don't wear watches...", He muttered to himself, lowering his wrist.
"Well perhaps it can be one on one for now, and then two on two later on?", he said looking at the female, who seemed to be gazing at him with an overly high ammount of fervor.
"So what exactly are the rules of the game, Is it survival or is it different? I'd much prefer if the rules were explained, since I'd prefer not to kill my opponent.", He said looking a bit pensive, he showed little to know motion in whatever movements he made, yet there were little to no openings in his gait and stature. He strolled down to his opponents and made sure they were on an even playing field.
His looks were overly human like for the dents he was putting into the ground with his footsteps. He seemed displeased with each step he had taken, since more and more dust was kicked up, and his allergies were being activated.
He released a large sneeze, and scratched his nose a little. He waited for their end of conversation since he had already seemed to have been overly audacious in his mannerisms.
(oh and P.S.- SHOOP DA WHOOP!)