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**Profiles.

Screen Name: Super Panda
Character Name: Joey Carerra
Age: 25
Fighting Style: Boxing; Black belt Akido

Joey Carerra dazzled the boxing world with his lighting quick reflexes and his strangely powerfull punches. His pro career lasted a mear 18months, with an impressve 6 KO's out of seven matches. Finding financial reward for middle ranked boxers lacking, he retired from boxing to concentrate on his day job. However, one year ago he was approached by Tyson Pullock, the CEO of Fight International and hence forth has entered himself in these and similar events.

Physical Description: Joey maintains the body of a middle weight boxer. He stands at a respectable 5'8". His skin is a dark olive colour, giving away his Tunisian/Spanish herritage. His black hair has been cut short and is often gelled into shape. A small destinct scar is the only reminder of his only loss, as sits over his left eyebrow, parting it into two. Joey's eyes are a light hazle/green colour.

Screen Name: Ruuvan
Character Name: Hans Felt
Age: 42
Fighting Style: Kick-boxing, adaptable street-fighting
Background: Hans had participated in similar underground events from a young age; simple brawls between two gangs as well as a small time street-fighting circuit in Amsterdam. Lots of fights and an untamed fighting style later, Hans decided to leave the shady side of fighting and started to train in a proper martial arts style: Kick-boxing. Hans quickly picked up this style and soon caught the eye of a manager who took the young man under his wing. Once again, several fights and titles later he was forced to take a dive. Not only did this impact his career, but it did a good job of bringing a bitter side out in the German. leaving professional fighting behind, he returned to the only place he knew he could fight honourably; the underground circuits.
Physical Description: Hans is quite a heavy man, but none of it is fat. A carved, fine figure of a man standing at a tall 6'1" with short blonde hair and blue eyes, he more than fits the typical German stereotype for martial arts people. Most of his time is spent training and working his muscles, thus giving him a build resembling a small truck. Hans has never lost a fight, thus his body is devoid of scars as well as, strangely enough, any marks of being a fighter at all.

Screen Name: Demisara
Character Name: Anita Oliveira
Age: 28
Fighting Style: Capoeira, Jujutsu
History: Trained in both the flashy, good-natured style of her homeland and the focused, intense style of her immigrant father, Anita developed her own unique fighting style that quickly won her popularity in the fighting circles back home. She takes her largest influence from the single largest continuity between the two styles: strategy and subterfuge, rather than brute force. After dominating Brazil, she traveled to Chile, then Peru, seeking worthy rivals. Soon, her gathering fame gained her entry into the Pyramid’s tournament, and so she set off for her first fight in the U.S.
Physical Description: The olive-tan product of a Brazilian mother and a Japanese father, Anita is lithe and fierce. Her sleek black hair falls around a sharp-featured face, with high cheekbones and wide eyes the color or river-silt. She stands an average 5'7", and her proud stature makes sure she is never a fraction of an inch less. The occasional scar disrupts the continuity of her complexion -- badges of courage and tenacity that she shows off often.

Screen Name: Niht
Character Name: Monique Fallheart
Age: 24
Fighting Style: Kickboxing, Kenpo Kai
Background: Monique is a young woman who comes from a very priviledged social position. Her grandparents were renowned politicians, and so kept her mother, a Frencwoman, well mantained with riches. Her father, however, is a retired martial artist and dojo master of American origin. Against her parents' wishes, she started training early on, and quickly caught the kickboxing style, which she studied for years as means of self defense and illicit streetfighting. Not satisfied, she convinced her father to teach her, and she's proven her talent on a national scale in France. Entering the tournament through her grandfather's influence, she seeks to gain some renown on an international scale. Curiously enough, she's told to be a very sweet, almost shy young woman, contrasting her attitude in battle, where she becomes, it is said, an entirely different person.
Physical Description: Monique is a young woman standing at 5' 6", and a weight of 125 pounds. However, her physique is shapely, muscles hiding beneath the dresses and long sleeves she usually wears. She wears long, wavy velvet black hair, often loose, a fair white skin as far as the eye could see, and large black eyes, with a set of long eyelashes. Overall, her appearance is that of a fair young lady, one who would never approach a fight.

Screen Name: Kratte

Character Name: Marcus Jackson

Age: 17

Fighting Style: Shorin-ryu Karate-do

Background: The child wonder, as some would call him, growing up in a Martial Arts family he was exposed to his style at the very young age of four years old. Though of course not untill he was around eight could he some-what grasp what he doing and that is when he realized his natural talent for fighting. People in the dojo were taken by, jealous started to stir within his older siblings and a large handful of shock was handed to his parents both renown Martial Artists in America.

Becoming cocky, and finally gaining his teenage Rebellionous he felt as if his family was holding him back, there wasn't anyone in his Dojo or anyone in the neighboring ones that could match up to him. So he decided to say good-bye and take off to Las Vegas, hearing about this Martial Arts tournament.

Physical Description: Marcus stands around 5'10 and looks to be weighing in around 170. His hair is jet black and straight falling just about to his shoulders. Along with that his skin always seems to have a tan, perhaps hinting to his Native American ancestory. Brown eyes, and still a youthful looking face he bears no facial hair.

Screen Name: Phoenix Sun
Character Name: Tiger Lily
Age: 26
Fighting Style: Tushka-homa (Red Warrior), Kung Fu
Background: Tiger Lily's upbringing makes for a complicated story. She never met her parents, only knew of them from what people told her and an old picture she found tucked away in her grandmother's keep box. From what she was told, her mother had met a man her maternal grandparents disapproved of and because of her mother's refusal to forget the man, she was promptly disowned. Years later and a change of heart, her grandparents came to terms that her mother would never leave the man and upon their arrival to their daughter's home, they had found the couple slaughtered in cold blood. It was then, upon finding photos of the couple and a baby, did they discover they had a granddaughter. Search parties were sent out to find the missing child and hours later, the baby was discovered in a field of tiger lilies sleeping peacefully, with no evidence as to how long or how she had even got there. It was a no brainer to her grandparents as to what to name their only granddaughter.

Growing up in a strict Native American home, Tiger Lily grew up to appreciate solitude and solace. Worried about their granddaughter's inability to make friends or lack of interest in doing so, they hired a private instructor to teach her different ways of discipline. She had tastes of different fighting styles, but excelled in Kung Fu and in Tushka-homa, a style that she only learned to please her grandparents. She had left her home three years before to find herself, but it was really to see more of the world. She fought in underground circuits, but didn't care much if she had a name in that world or not. As long as she had enough money to keep her going from point A to point B, she was perfectly happy with not knowing what the next day might bring.

Physical Description: [x] Tiger stands to a full 5'7" and is of average weight for her height. Her body has had its fair share of bumps and bruises and all she's got to show for it is a half an inch scar she's got over her right brow and partial nerve damage to the fingers on her left hand. She has dark tanned skin, hazel eyes, and a long thick black braid that rests over her right shoulder. Two thick eagle feathers stick up from the top of her braid accompanied by a tiger lily, which is most often thought of as her signature piece because of her namesake.

Not long after Joey's Phantom pulled away from the entrance of the hotel did Hans Felt's car arrive. Another car of the exact same make pulled up and a valet rushed to open the door, a few members of the public heading into the hotel stopped to see who was going to get out of this one. The first person out was a six foot tall man with a thin build and glasses, dressed in a tailored black suit with a briefcase in his hand.
"We're here, Mr. Felt." He said in a well pronounced German accent.
A second after he had spoken, the large German fighter emerged from the car and rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension from being in the car too long.
"I will make sure our reservations are in order. I suggest you have something to eat and relax." The man smiled and bowed his head slightly before disappearing into the hotel to sort everything out.
"Another year, another tournament." Hans said with a smile and a shake of his head, entering through the sliding doors into the hotel.

Hans had heard a lot about this new hotel and venue, though he dismissed the televising as nothing but a stunt to get more money, but he was here now and he would do his best to win.
"Welcome to the Pyramid Hotel, Mr. Felt." A stocky man in his mid-thirties approached the fighter with his hand extended.
"Where is the restaurant?" Hans ignored the gesture, speaking with his thick German accent adding to his ominous and looming presence.
"It's just over there, sir." The man said with a well practised smile and nod of his head, acting as if he never held his hand out in the first place.
Returning the nod, Hans made his way to the hotel's restaurant.

Fate always had a way of bringing two people together, sometimes more than once. Today was a perfect example. Hans had just happened to arrive shortly after Joey and was now walking behind him on their way to the restaurant. Hans was always nicer to fellow fighters, regardless of whether or not he lost to them, so with a smile on his face he clapped Joey on the back.
"Joey, my friend." Hans moved to the side of the man and slung his arm over his shoulders. "It has been too long!" His eyes momentarily drifted over the female showing him around. "I see you have wasted no time in finding another lady friend." He flashed a toothy grin.

Both men were tall, Hans only a few inches above Joey, but the manly hug definitely turned a few heads. Most fighters had an underlying hatred of each other, whether it was due to losing to them or knowing they'd have to knock each other out, but that was not the case with these two.
"I'm only ready to lose if you're ready to beat me." The German let forth a bellowing laugh and followed the woman into the restaurant.
Pretty soon the two were sitting at a table for four, one waiter patiently standing to the side with a notepad in hand.
"I'll have a whiskey. Joe?" He looked to his friend and waited until he stated his drink preference. "Put it on my bill." He smiled at the waiter as he left. "So, Joe, how have you been since last year? No hard feelings, eh?" He asked with a raised brow.
Most people would've bragged in every way possible by now, but Hans was simply making sure his friend was doing alright for himself.

Some time after the two fighters arrived, an elegant white European car arrived in front of the casino/hotel. The valet attendant opened the door, from which a tall, well built man of white skin and dark short hair appeared, wearing dark glasses and a suit. He carefully reached into the car, where the hand of a young woman took his, allowing her to step out. She wore a white dress with blue accents, white high heeled shoes, and a hat, white as well, with a blue bow. The woman's dark eyes stared at the clearly American surroundings for a moment, until the man's voice caught her attention.
"Nous sommes arrivés, madame Fallheart."
The young woman smiled at this, taking the man's arm, at which the man smiled, and so they stepped towards the hotel. Admiring the surroundings, they were followed by a set of attendants who took the baggages behind them.
"Please, take the baggages to our room. The lady and I will take in the sights of the hotel." No objections were heard from the attendants, and so the two headed towards the restaurant. The man was truly a gentleman towards the lady, pulling out a seat for her before seating himself.
The woman's eyes looked around curiously, and settled on the pair that were enjoying their drinks, Hans and Joey. She smiled, charmingly so, a slight shyness showing. The man's voice yet again brought her back to her place.
"Are you hungry, madame Fallheart? There is some interesting food on the menu here."

As Hans noticed the girl at her table, Joey too began to eye her. Grinning, he flicked his eyes back to Hans. "Of course, I've done my homework Mr Felt...That fine young creature is none other than the french sensation...Monique Fallheart.", the pause was ment to bring about a sence of awe. Joey disliked fighting girls, he found that it went against what he was taught, and that he would hit lighter than usual. At least until he was knocked down. Joey had gotten over that this year, he hoped.
If he didn't punch them, they would punch him. "Hit, before getting hit.", was his little mantra. A secound later he realised he was staring at the woman, and snapped out of it, as the waiter returned with thier drinks. Placing a napkin down under the two tumblers.
Joey picked up the water and added a small splash to his wiskey before stirring it up.
"Have you heard about the line up this year? Prize money is good. If you get knocked out of the secound round, you've paid for your ticket here, entry fee and come out with a grand or two."

There was no look or sense of awe about him; Hans had heard every possible prefixed title someone had to their name, especially those involved in fighting tournaments. It wasn't that he didn't respect them, just that he found them a nuisance. Someone had found it funny to put 'The Muscles from Brussels' as his prefix, though the only man ever to deserve that was Jean-Claude Van Damme, and Hans wasn't even from Brussels. And once again Joey was caught by the beauty of yet another woman. This man does not give up, he thought with a shake of his head.
"As always, my friend, I'm not here for the money." Hans had built up a reputation for turning up to contests where he wasn't even invited. Waiting to see who won and asking them for a spar; no prize, just a friendly fight. It helped ones confidence to know they could beat the winner.

As the woman came over Hans made little change to his posture or mannerisms; she was a fellow fighter, not a target for his female conquest.
"I am. Not sure about my friend here." Hans laughed heartily and gave his friend a friendly jostle.

Lifting a brow, he smiled lightly. "Oh yeah, well some of us got bills to pay a*****e.", he said in Jest.
Watching as the young woman floated over in that dress of hers, Joey caught himself mesmarised once more. How could such a beautiful flower hit so hard.
"I know who you are.", Joey said coldly, leaving her hand in the air, while folding his own. This could be her tactic as to how she wins fights with men, he figured. "Better not get caught in her trap.". Almost instantly Joey had turned into a rude young man, as a sort of protection, hoping it would turn her away and make it so he had a chance against her, should he fight her. "And what type is that? You saying I look like some sort of thug or something?!", Joey did actually look a bit like a thug. Most prize fighters did.
"Look Miss Fallhard...I've seen how you fight, and this lady like, upperclass act isn't going to fool me.". Joey of course was lying. Act or not it was kind of messing with Joey. "How could such a kind sweet flower hit so hard?"