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Eye Of Airsile- Round 1 VS Nofu: An Innocent Mistake

“Um…master? Wasn’t this tournament thingy supposed’ve started already? I’m bored…” a somewhat short boy with blonde hair said. His light brown clothing marked him as warrior, but he carried no weapon, and was currently scratching his head.

The black anthropomorphic panther stopped walking ahead of the boy and turned to face him. His large ornate necklace glittered in the sunlight as well as the bracers on its ankles, tail slowly swaying from side to side. “You must learn to have patience; everything has a time and a place. And NOW is not the time to be complaining about not having to fight.”

The boy stretched. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, it’s almost a shame that we’re not off fighting monsters or anything…I thought I would WELCOME the break…” The boy felt a light tug on his pants, as if it was caught on something.

“Hmm?” He turned around and looked down. He saw a small black and white creature staring up at him with bright red eyes. From the looks of its arms, it appeared to him it was a bird of some kind. “Uhh…master? There’s a weird bird here…”

The panther walked back to where to boy was, and looked down. He saw the small bird and stared. The little bird stared back, its gaze stuck on the ornate necklace which the panther wore.

“Penguuu…” The bird reached out for it.

“It is not worth your life, little friend.” The panther said low and firmly. “If you touch it, your very being will be sucked out of your body.”

The little bird was startled, and its eyes started to tear up. “Pengu….”

The panther, realizing his mistake, sighed. “I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“Well, I don’t think that being a big, mean cat is helping you much master.” Karlo replied matter-of-factly. The panther dug into the bag he was carrying on his back and pulled out a small biscuit. He then bent down to lower his eye level closer to that of the bird’s.

“Be still now little one.” He held the biscuit out to the bird. “I won’t harm you, really.”
The little bird stopped sobbing, took the biscuit and began to nibble into it. The panther patted the bird’s head gently. It cooed softly.

“Aww, I think he likes you.” Karlo snickered.

The panther glared back at him. “Do not judge his behavior as primitive; he’s a very clever creature, and you could learn from him.”

Karlo took a step back. “Uh, I’d rather NOT- I mean, come on master, he’s a freaky looking bird thing…”

“KARLO! Mind what you say to others!” the panther quickly chastised. The little bird, now finished with his small meal, flapped his flippers and gently flew through the air, landing on top of Karlo’s blonde hair, and laid in it. Karlo stood there, unsure of what to do.

“Umm…master? Lil help?” Karlo didn’t move, clueless to what the bird was doing.

“I think he wants you to say sorry and be your friend, so you’d better apologize to him.” The panther tapped its foot. Karlo reached up on top of his and gently patted the bird.

“Nice little birdy…I’m sorry; you’re not weird…hey, his hair is really soft!” Karlo continued to pet the little bird. The panther smiled.

“I’m glad you are learning to be more understanding; your time with me has not been wasted after all.” The panther felt a little proud, thinking of how much Karlo had changed since first taken under his tutorage. Karlo was now trying to gently push the little bird off of his head, trying to put it on the ground, but it had fallen asleep, and was keeping a tight grip in Karlo’s hair.
Vogel was waddling around the town, desperately looking for his friend. He was the same species as his friend, albeit a bit larger. “Pengu? Penguuu? Where are you? Where did you off to again?” Vogel put his flippers on sides, taking in deep breaths, tired from having to chase after him for so long. He turned a corner, and saw Pengu sleeping in a stranger’s hair (“Yet again…” Vogel thought) very contently. He saw the other creature standing next to the boy and gulped. Vogel had only had contect with that kind of creature once before, close to his size, and it had tried to eat him.

Vogel didn’t want Pengu to become his next meal.

Vogel rushed in as fast as he could to the boy. “HEY! PENGU! Get down from there!!!”
Karlo turned and saw yet another bird of similar markings, yet larger in size waddling up to them rather quickly. It appeared angry.

“HONK! HONKHONKHONKHONKHONK!!!” the larger bird said.

“Gah! There’s two of them!” Karlo exclaimed before falling over on his butt.

The panther sighed. “Although you still have the grace of rogue bull elephants trying to tap dance…” he muttered to himelf. He saw the large bird still honking, apparently worried about the smaller one. “Do not worry, master penguin. I do not eat meat unless I’m very close to death from starvation.”

The larger penguin looked at the panther with a puzzled expression. “Ah…I promise I will not eat you or your little friend,” the panther said in simpler terms.
“But he won’t let him go!” Vogel said, before starting to peck at the boy, trying to make Pengu fall out of the boy’s hair. The boy got up and started to run.

“Hey! Oww! I would drop him if I could!” Vogel started to chase after him, and the panther chuckled at the slightly comical scene.

“Give back Pengu!” Vogel said, trying to peck the boy’s feet again.
“Master, help! This crazy bird won’t leave me alone!” Karlo said, trying to avoid the larger bird’s attacks. The panther was barely able to keep his laughter in, seeing how desperately Karlo was trying not to getting pecked.

“Hold on, I’ll try to calm him down or get the ‘pengu’ off of your head, whichever comes first…” the panther said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.

“Well, hurry! I’m getting tired!”

The panther sighed. “Well, calming the other one won’t work…” He closed his eyes, and a few moments later, started to glowing in a blue-ish color.

Karlo started to rise off the floor. “Ahh…” he looked down and saw himself floating off the ground, slowly rising. “Ahh, help? Help please!” he said, confused. He saw the larger penguin floating up as well. “Oh!” Karlo understood then; his master was using his aura to levitate the two of them.

The larger bird, confused to what was going on, tried to flap his arms, to try and figure out why he was ‘flying’ again, but only succeeded in turning himself upside down.

“Please do not struggle…” the panther said, eyes still closed with a strained look on his face. Pengu gently floated off of Karlo’s head and softly placed on the ground. The turned the larger penguin right side up before placing him gently on the ground as well before letting Karlo fall to the ground. The panther opened his eyes, and fell on one knee while taking sharp, small breaths, his blue glow fading away.

“Owww…” Karlo said getting up, rubbing his nose. He saw his master’s state and rushed over to him. “Master!” His master raised on paw quickly.

“Leave me, I’ll be ok…” The panther slowly stood up, still breathing heavily. The Pengu had woken up, and was hopping up and down.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed your little nap…” Karlo said, a bit disgruntled. The larger bird was looking at the panther strangely.

“I assure you,” the panther said, breath returning to normal, “I’m only dangerous to those who wish to cause harm to me or my students.”

“Pengu! Pengu pengu.” Pengu said, rubbing his belly happily. The larger penguin kept looking between the small happy penguin and the large anthropomorphic panther.

Karlo leaned over and whispered to his master, “I don’t think the big one likes us very much…”

“He is just distrustful of me, rather than you.” He replied solemnly.

“But you haven’t done anything to him!”

“But, a species closely related probably did…”

The larger penguin was honking to the Pengu, and the panther was able to catch what the larger one was saying. “Hey! We should be trying to gather supplies!” the larger one said, slightly reprimanding the younger.

His straight face cracked slightly. Word of the Eye has traveled quicker than I thought…this is very bad…I need to destroy that evil eye before anyone tries to miss-use its powers… He coughed loudly to get the large bird’s attention. “Are you traveling far?”

The larger bird turned, and stared at the panther before replying. “We’ve going to Greenland.”

“Interesting destination,” he replied. “I’m new to this planet, and may have to visit there one day. I am Nofu, and my young student whom the small one has taken a liking to is Karlo.” He walked over slowly and gently patted Pengu’s head, smiling while being careful to not reveal his sharp teeth, lest he scare them again. “I know this little friend’s name by his obvious speech pattern; what is yours?”

“Oh, I’m…” The bird hesitated, and rolled his eyes. “Vogel. Long story. We’re both penguins.” He paused and looked Nofu over again. “…Are you SURE you’re not hungry or anything?”

“No, we are not hungry.” Nofu politely replied.

“Uhh, I’m still a little hungry actually…” Karlo said. Grumpily, Nofu reached into his bag and tossed a small biscuit to Karlo. Pengu began to reach out to Nofu.

“Pengu pengu pengu!” Pengu said, making a grabbing motion with his flippers.

Nofu took notice, and got out a few more. He bent down to Pengu’s level and gave it to him, who promptly began munching on it. Nofu offered one to Pengu.

“Well, if Pengu likes it…” Vogel took the biscuit and pecked at it, eating it slowly.

Nofu smiled again, again being careful not to smile too much and show his teeth. “See? I won’t hurt those who are innocent.” Pengu kept on happily eating his while Karlo grumbled something about having to eat the same thing over and over.

“Well,” Karlo said after a few bites, “this place isn’t so bad…I think it’s a bit boring, you know…” He glanced around. “I’m used to big monsters, and poisonous snapalogians trying to attack us…”

Nofu stood up and chuckled. “Give it some time; things usually have a way of finding us.” He turned his attention back to the two penguins. “What are birds like you doing here during a fighting tournament?”

Vogel was taken aback. “Wait…what?”

“Master, what is he saying? I can’t understand a word he’s saying.” Karlo replied, frustrated by his limited language skills.

Nofu ignored him for the moment and kept talking to Karlo. “Little creatures like you have no business here. You should probably leave before someone finds you and thinks they have to fight you.”

With a look of terror on his face (while grabbing his pearl necklace), he turned and ran.

“Hey, didn’t that one guy say that the only people here are contestants? But…that doesn’t mean that penguin is actually a contestant…is it?” Karlo stared after the fleeing penguin, and the Pengu who was happily dancing around singing some non-sensical song to himself.

Nofu sighed. “I guess the large one is after all…” He took off his sword and passed it to Karlo. “Hold this.” He began chasing after Vogel.

“AHHHH!!!” Vogel was running with his flippers over his head, waddling like crazy. He lept into the canal, and floated in the water. “Ha! Cats don’t swim!”

Nofu, without breaking his stride, dived into the water expertly after Vogel. Vogel was stunned, about a cat liking the water. Not wasting any time, he swam away from Nofu, but was quickly thrown upwards as a large wave formed under him and propelled him out of the water and back onto the road. Nofu calmly climed out after him.

“Eep!” Vogel took off again, running back to where he had left Pengu, wanting to pick him up and carry him off away from danger. Pengu was pulling on Karlo’s pant leg.

“Huh?” Karlo looked down.

“Pengu?” Pengu held out a deck of cards. Karlo merely scratched his head.

“He wants to play you Go Fish.” Vogel explained, forgetting that Karlo couldn’t understand him. Nofu calmly walked back.

“It’s the game where you draw 7 cards, then ask the opponent for a certain type of card. The object is to make 4 of the same kind together.” Nofu explained, trying to shake himself dry. Vogel eyed him carefully.

“Oh! Ok.” Karlo sat down, and Pengu dealt out the cards to each of them.

“Pengu!” Pengu smiled, happy to have found someone to play with. Pengu held up an eight of clubs; non-verbally asking Karlo for any eights. Karlo sighed and handed one over to him.

“Got any jacks?” Karlo asked. Pengu handed him over one jack. “Hey, I think I understand this game now…”

Nofu gave a small chuckle while watching the two play. “Understanding and winning are two different things.”

Vogel was still feeling uneasy, and so in an effort to stop Nofu from doing anything to him, leapt for and pecked Nofu’s exposed ankles.

“OWW!” Nofu tried to say but instead roared out loud, shaking the ground a little. Both Pengu and Karlo was oblivious to it; Karlo since he was desperately trying to win, Pengu because he was so happy playing cards was ignoring everything else.

“Got any kings?” Karlo asked, staring intently over his cards.

“Pengu!” Pengu happily shook his head.

Karlo sighed. “Darn, I thought you had one…” He drew a card from the deck. Nofu, meanwhile, was hobbling back in pain from Vogel’s pecks.

“Will you stop fighting me now?” Vogel asked, prepared to start pecking again.

“I did no such thing!” Nofu replied, rubbing his tender ankles. “I haven’t been fighting you seriously yet! If I wanted to hurt you, I would, but I don’t!” Karlo passed another card to Pengu.

“Wow, you’re really good at this game, Pengu!” Karlo scratched his head, confounded how a small animal could be winning a card game. Pengu drew a card from the deck, then layed all his cards down together into sets of four; four fours, four jacks, four aces, four queens and four nines.

“Pengu!” Pengu smiled happily from winning the game, hopping up and down again. Karlo sat there, with his mouth agape.

“WHAAAT??? How?!?!” Karlo pointed at Pengu. “How are you beating me?!?”

Nofu stood up straight. “Like I said earlier, he is a clever bird; you need to use better strategy.” He looked over at Vogel with a scowl. “Think very carefully about what you do next, penguin, as you may him my humor may disappear.”

“You said we HAD to fight!” Vogel honked back.

“Indeed, fighting is the aim of the contest, but there are other ways to compete, in a sense…” Nofu said. “So,” he looked down at Vogel while smiling widely, revealing his teeth. “would you be so kind as to give up nicely instead?”

Vogel stared at Nofu’s large teeth. “AHHHHHH!!!” Vogel took off running. Nofu merely stood there, watching the penguin flee.

Vogel had gotton some distance away before stopping and taking a few deep breaths. With that, he suddenly remembered that he felt Pengu behind, and stealthily made his way back. He stuck to the shadows, and watched as Nofu stared at Pengu’s and Karlo’s card game. Vogel carefully and as quietly as he could climbed up on a few boxes, and then leapt at Nofu.

“RAAAAA!!” Vogel landed on the side of Nofu’s head, and Vogel tried pushing and pulling to make Nofu unsteady and fall over. However, it didn’t affect Nofu at all.

“You…do realize I heard you coming, correct? And that your chosen method of defeating me is obviously not effective.” Nofu merely stood there, easily pulling Voegl of from his head. He punched the bird, sending him flying a few feet away. Vogel got up quickly, and began to flipper slap him, but Nofu easily sidestepped the bird’s attacks.

Karlo and Pengu still were completely engrossed in their game.

“Got any kings?” Karlo asked, and Pengu handed him over one, and Karlo placed down his set of kings. “Okay, your turn. Hey, I think I’m winning this game!”

“…Pengu?” The small bird held up a seven. Karlo shook his head, and Pengu drew another card. In the meanwhile, Nofu was easily winning his fight, although Nofu was clearly putting in no effort at all; he easily dodged Vogel’s attacks, and only delivered gentle punches and slaps to the bird, and still had kept his sword sheathed. One slap sent Vogel tumbling across the ground, scattering Karlo and Pengu’s card game.

“…It would appear that I have made Vogel disrupt your card game you were playing. I am sorry.” Nofu apologized to the small bird, lest it started crying.

Karlo saw that Pengu was going to cry, and quickly gathered up the cards. “It’s okay, how about we play Snap instead?” he said, cards in hand. Pengu raised a single, oblivious to what snapping was due to his lack of fingers. “Oh, you don’t have fingers, sorry…Well, how about Slap instead? We each take turns pulling a card from the top and turning it over. Whenever we see a Jack, we slap the pile! And whoever slaps first, gets to keep the stack!”

Pengu honked happily, and began to play eagerly, flipper raised and ready to slap down. Vogel picked himself up and waddled over to Nofu.

“How come you’re so good at fighting?” Vogel asked.

Nofu smiled, this time keeping his teeth unbarred. “You see, little bird, I have spent many years in training both my body and spirit; I am in fact in charge of instruction for Karlo, which is a hard task in and of itself. You see, he is quite free spirited, and not too focused in many ways…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, watching after Pengu is pretty hard; he’s always running off on me, even when he shouldn’t. It’s a little frustrating but…I really like him…” Vogel reflected.

“So then, if you care so much for him, they why did you bring him to such a place?”

“Well,” Vogel scratched his head, a bit emberassed. “I didn’t exactly BRING him here, he sorta…joined by himself. And we didn’t come here; we just got a bit lost. We just floated off course, I guess.”

“Oh?” Nofu’s eyebrows and ears raised slightly.

“It’s a long story-“

“Pengu!” Vogel and Nofu turned to see Pengu standing next to Vogel holding a clear stone rock on a leather necklace, much similar in design to the one that Vogel was wearing.

“Umm…where did you get that?” Vogel asked.

“Pengu pengu.” Pengu pointed to Karlo and smiled. Nofu had a sudden thought.

“Wait a moment…you did not know this was a fighting tournament when you joined, correct?” Nofu asked. Vogel nodded.

“Did you both write your names down?” He asked the two birds.

“PENGU!” Pengu exclaimed happily, smiling. Nofu stomped over to Karlo and tugged on his ear.

“Why did you give that to him!” Nofu asked.

“Oww, oww, Master, that hurts!” Karlo said, slightly in pain from Nofu’s strong grip. “I just wanted to make him happy, so I let that little Pengu have it!”

“Did you not full read the rules as I instructed you???”

“Well…yeah…sorta…kinda…skimmed over it?”

Nofu tightened his grip on Karlo’s ear, and Vogel calmly pulled out the scroll he was given from Skieerhet. Sure enough, it was a list of rules for a fighting tournament. Vogel sighed.

“Why didn’t I read this sooner…” he sighed. He skimmed down to the bottom of the page. His eyes rested upon one rule: “You must keep this gemstone safe and in your possession at all times. The only time the necklace is to leave your possession is when you give it, or forfeit it to another player. In order for the victor to win the fight, it/he/she must take the necklace without resistance from the opposing player.”

Vogel looked up in alarm, finally realizing what Nofu was talking about, while Pengu was happily dancing with his new shiny necklace.

“Umm…Pengu?” Pengu stoped dancing and looked back at Vogel.

Skieerhet was casually leaning on his windowsill when he saw a most peculiar event happening below him. 4 objects were running by, each yelling something as they passed:


Skieerhet sighed to himself. “That’s what happens when you don’t read…”
Here it is; my first round entry for Eye of Airsile. Hope you like it! ^_^

Note: I will edit/fix this tomorrow. Right now, I'm turnign this in sos I'll be on time ^^;
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Hey, here it is, the reference sheet for my character Clementine for the Nightmare OC tournament. There's the story:

Age: Originally 16
Height: 1.65m
Weight: 45kg
Measures: ... Do you really expectme to give that info?

About: Last living member of the Fontnoire Family from France, an old family suspected of practicing sorcery. Anyway, Despite of the influence of her family, at the time the german troops entered french territory, a secret team of 80 soldiers were sent to the Fontnoire mansion to investigate about the paranormal phenomena and the supernatural powers of the family. Unfortnately, an unexpected rising of the citizens of the town were the Fontnoire family lived, forced the soldiers to use the mansion as a frontline base. The Clementine's father tried to stop them, nothing would've happened if not for an accidental shot from one of the soldiers, resulting in the death of Clementines father. When the rest of her family refused to reveal the secrets of the mansion, the soldiers executated the remaining members of the family.

This unleashed the Clementine's fury, and se got even more furious when her Friend; Roberto tried to protect her from being shot by the back. Roberto died, and Clementine started to decimate the soldiers, one by one, till no one remained alive, after that, she retired to a strange subterranean construction called "The garden of the midnight wonder" or "The Stone garden" built under the mansion, and the place of ryths of her family for generations. 4 months after that, Nightmare came to visit her.

Fighting: Being so young is not an advantage sometimes, Clementine has very little fighting experience. She's a smart girl, so, very often she is very passive at fighting, observing an acting as she thinks is the best way. Her style is pretty more intuitive when shes has no time for observing the enemy: she attacks the way she feels it can result more effective dependng on the situation. Her lack of experience is mostly compensed by the abundance of experience coming from the entity living inside her: The dark maiden. Bye inheritance, she has natural high resistance to physical pain.

The dark maiden: The last one of an ancient interdimensional being race, that lived among the humans at the time the Inhabitants of atlantis were wiped out from the face of the earth by the wrath of a raising god. The rest of her race were exterminated along with the atlants. After that she passed thousands of years sleeping, until the ancesters of the Fontnoire discovered her place of resting and built a house over that place. Since then she began to being worshipped by the family, and in each generation a member of the fontnoire was chosen to be host of her. That way she can walk and see the outside world, because without a host and outside of her homeworld, she will die in matter of hours. In exchange, the host gains increased strenght, speed, senses and an almost unlimited healing capability (an amputated limb can regrow in about 10 or 20 minutes, while wounds smaller than that heals almost instantly). The dark maiden gives the host the power
of surviving for years without eating or sleeping, as she feeds on psychic energy coming from emotions o thoughts from living beings.

A commonly used hability is to make grow extra limbs or tissue, which density, hardness or texture can vary depending of what the host needs at the moment. This gives the host a very high defensive capability, being able to withstand, grenade impacts and other types of explossives. If needed, She can jump or run truly fast to avoid danger, at abou 90-120kmh for a few seconds.

The host becomes inmune to poison, diseases, and the effects of age. It presents a moderated tolerance to radiation, because any damage caused by that is inmediately regenerated.

Weaknesses: Any directed-energy weapon blow can kill both the dark maiden and the host, in this cases, the shield of th dark maiden becomes ineffective and her best choice is to avoid the blows. Also, the battle performance depends of the level of concentration of the host; if it is too upset to concentrate, it becomes very difficult for the dark maiden to coordinate an attack. The dark maiden can in any moment take control of the host's body, but she will do it only to escape or hide in some place, an rarely to ignore the host's will and quickly supress a threat.

Miscelaneous: The artifact in her legs is actually to help her walking while she's not using the dark maiden's powers. When she was 10 years old, she fell from a horse over a rock on the ground, as result she she broke her back and started to have an abundant bleeding, she would've if not for the decission their fathers took: Make her the dark maiden's host 10 years before they planned. That way Clementine was able to survive, but since the wound on her back wa inflicted before she became the host, it will take a couple of years to heal it using the regenerative hability of the dark maiden. Anyway, to help her, her father built that structure to give her a little more movility.

The dress she's wearing in the ref sheet an the last panels of th audition is a little strange to be from the 1940's, and it is because it's made to be used as a ritual clothing during the rites of the family. Originally, the skirt was the same lenght of the dress she uses in the first pages of the audition, but sometimes the skirt got stuck in the artifacts she uses for walking, and so, she decided to shorten the dress, so she can move freely, that's why she picked that one to attend the nightmare's offering of entering his tournament.

Even when she has lost every single person she loved along with her desire to live on, she's still being a kind person, definitively not as joyful as she once was, but is easy to talk to her, or ask her for help if needed.

Clementine is the host the dark maiden loved more of all she had through the years. And actually she stopped feeling the need of protecting Clementine for her own profit, right now she protects her because she loves clementine as if she were her daughter.

I wrote this really really quick, so, it may have some errors, heheh, sorry.
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This was done by :iconspirogs: Thanks! ^

Pengu/Penguin a.k.a. "Vogel"-
Species: Penguins.
Size: 1' and 1' 6", respectively.
Age: The exact number is a BIT off due to math (age is counted differently); but essentially about 2 and 12 years old.
Weight: Hmm, that's a tough one; there was no scale where they lived. ^^; But if one WERE to take a guess...probably...20 pounds and 40 pounds?
Language: Native Penguin. Pengu's speech is only understandable by Vogel, who has been around him long enough to understand him. Vogel can be understood by anyone who can talk to animals. Both understand English, although Pengu's vocabulary may be a bit short and Vogel doesn't get all of the "long words" .

Back story: Vogel decided one day to go and visit a different part of the world, so he took drastic action and took off a large chunk of ice and set off. Unfortunately for him, Pengu decided to jump on, and since he didn't have the heart in him to just kick him off and force him to swim back to shore, Vogel let Pengu stay. His original destination was Greenland (which is icy; go figure.) However, due to Pengu being there, his supplies started to run low quickly. They've since traveled around the world and (somehow) even other worlds and dimensions.
The two have known each other ever since Pengu was very young; Pengu feels very attached to Vogel. They seldom argue, and always care for each other.

Pengu looks like a emperor penguin, only shrunk down to kid size. He has red eyes and yellow tufts of hair (they aren't fully grown in yet ^^; ). His 'head-loop' is essentially a [long] flap of skin from his head. No one knew why it grew, it just did. It can go down to a bit lower than his neck, and shoots up into an exclamation mark when scared and turns into a question mark when curious or confused.
Gets hungry easily, and will search for food, often oblivious to dangers around him. ^^;
Since he's a little kid, is more likely to make friends and play instead of fight, but he will if he has too.
Is cute, sometimes will use that to his advantage sometimes, but not often.
Likes to explore; naturally curious.
Has a sharp and piercing cry when sad.
Can fly for short periods of time by flapping his arms. This is possible due to his lighter weight, and also his *almost* limitless energy. ^^;
Ticklish in the belly. ^_^

Was given this name upon entering an older tournament; means 'bird' in German.
Has a fun side, but usually doesn't show it since he's too busy trying to keep Pengu out of trouble.
Used to be able to fly, but now can't since he's too heavy (and not hyperactive ^^; ).
Thinks things through; since being in a new environment, he wants to make sure he knows what he's doing (unlike Pengu who just go forth and try something with knowing ANYTHING about it).
Has a 'back pouch'; a tragic accident happened when he was young, although he doesn't remember much of it. His back was sliced open, and could not be healed. A solution came up to heal the body, yet still keeping the wound in the back open, creating a "pouch" of sorts. And so it was made, and Vogel was able to live safely. The back pouch is usually closed, and opens only when Vogel flexes it open. When closed, you can't tell it's there. When opened, it looks like a white line on his back. It can hold 3x its apparent size; plenty of room for food supplies (like for his trip to Greenland)

Both can peck toes, to make an opponent's feet bleed or them fall over.
Pengu can stiffen his fluff in order to make himself nearly impervious to physical bludgeoning (smacking) damage [this only happens when he gets angry, which is rare], but is still weak to piercing and slicing (bullets/arrows and swords) damage. Vogel then picks up Pengu by his head loop and uses him like a ball-and-chain.
Both can bend forward to roll up into *rough shaped* balls [live ammo anyone?]. They can bounce off of things with relative safety; Vogel can only keep it up for about a dozen or so "bounces" before unrolling, Pengu can take about a half dozen more.

Both can run abnormally fast for penguins; Pengu especially so given his youthful energy. However, "abnormally fast for penguins" means "average human's run speed".
Since they're both relatively small, they can hide into small spots and cracks easily.
Both are excellent swimmers, and can hold their breath for awhile.
Are more likely to make friends than enemies.
Hardly ever fight with each other, are great friends.
Pengu is just too cute to hit. Why would anyone with a heart want to hurt that little, innocent, young Pengu?
Can slide on their bellies for a bit, depending upon how rough and slick the terrain is.
Both are unshatterable; if frozen, if an opponent tried to punch/shatter them, they would remain solid, albeit still feeling the impact of the blow.

Aren't very strong. Being together helps...a little...
Can't take a lot of physical damage.
If you're evil enough, who cares about cuteness?
Are clueless to what they got themselves into. Almost always.
VERY small. Easily picked up and/or thrown. (or worse, kicked...)

SPECIAL INFO: Pengu has an innate Luck/Improbability Sapping Aura. The range of the aura isn't very large, and it takes awhile for the effect to become strong enough to visibly prove. When you are out of range, your own luck will return at about the same rate as it was drained (unless you have outside help). This ability drains both Luck (attacks missing) and Improbability (This that shouldn't happen, but still can; like an enemy being distracted by a half-dozen apples falling off a tree all at once). Pengu's aura ONLY protects him when he is unaware to the danger, otherwise his natural luck is the only protection [even though Pengu is incredibly lucky at avoiding harm whilst Vogel is only pretty lucky].

It should be noted that the Luck/Improbability sapping aura doesn't mean misfortune will befall you if you just sit next to him for awhile. Something could fall out of the sky and hit you, a hundred dollar bill might be carried by the wind near you, or absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Generally speaking, the more OP a move is, the more likely Pengu will be fine. He's a very anti-OP character.
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Alright! :D Here is my character whom I shall be using in the Nightmare Tournament!
Well, actually, characters. Yeah, I'm talking about that guy behind Dark.
I shall make a seperate sheet for him ^^
Onward to the details.

Name: Dark

Age: 15

Height: 5 Feet

Weight: 101 lbs

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Abilities: Dark is a songstress, therefore she can use her voice for many things besides speaking. Such as deafening her opponents, increasing/decreasing someone's mood, boosting/weakening one's strength, and repelling some creatures. Along with summoning her scythe and pyramid with chain.

Weapons: Scythe [Summoning Incantation: Ku-Ren] and pyramid with chain [Summoning Incantation: So-Ru-Te] Edit 12.12.10: I CHANGED THE INCANTATIONS! HAHAHA. *SHOT*
NOTE: The incantations do necessarily mean anything. They are just the chimes that her weapons respond to and these specific weapons only respond to the sound of her voice, so if anyone else tried it, nothing would happen.

Personality: Dark is a kind and somewhat motherly person. She tends to call people 'dear' or 'hun,' that is, if she knows them well enough OR they are a child. However, she can be scary when she wants to, but that is rare, so no one has to really worry about that. She is also one of those people who put others' well-being before hers, it is just the way she is.

History: Dark lives with her father and brother back home in America. Her mother died of a horrible cancer when Dark was only 11, so it has affected her greatly. However, she has come to get used to the fact that her mother was not there anymore, so she is not as depressed. She thinks about her sometimes, though, who would forget someone so close? Not Dark, that was for sure. As time passed, Dark became the motherly figure in her homestead. She has become tom-boyish, too, though, since she only lives with two males. She did not mind though. She loved them and was glad that they were at least still here. Then, one day, after she returned home from a trip she had with her friends, she discovered that her family was missing. No note, no calls, the car in the driveway was still there. She became extremely worried and started to search for them. In her search, she came apon a wounded creature [Guess who] and brought him back to her home, since it was starting to get dark out anyways. She helped him heal and as time passed, she has learned many things about this creature. Even his name. However, she did not know what species he was, neither did he. It did not matter after a while, all she knew is that she had made a new friend, as strange as he may be.

+Small, so she can hide easier
+Light, so she can evade/run away swiftly
+Skilled in handling weapons
+Is a songstress, so she can use her ear-shattering screams to her advantage
+Good problem solver

-Short, so it is hard for her to reach things
-If she uses her powers too much, it will start to hurt her
-Is not that strong
-If someone is in danger, she will automatically try to save/help them instead of herself. [I guess that is a weakness..]

Dark and Luis (c) ~xdarksoul07x
Nightmare Tournament (c) ~NightmareTournament
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My character for *NightmareTournament, hosted by the lovely *FanArtPoodleAfro with the help of a ton of judges I know. I debated for a while over whom to enter before I realized just how perfect she would be. *facepalm* XD (Of course, I knew as soon as the regal *QueenGwenevere said she had characters "perfect for the tournament" that there would be other dream-influencing characters in the tourney, and that this would greatly reduce my chances of getting in. [I mean, come on. It's Queen G!] Hopefully her skills are different enough to merit a look.)

She's bound to get flattened because her only real power is tying knots in thread. And reacting to whatever comes out of that, hopefully with enough speed and skill to matter. But I like to think that in this, she is akin to myself, and we share the wonderful being-flattened bond, as I shall inevitably be crushed in this tourney just like she will. Poor thing!

She sounds sort of like young Anastasia from the animated movie, but without an accent.

I am actually proud of how this ref sheet turned out, in contrast to my entry comic. -_-

For a little more information on Myth, please see the Artist's Comments under this deviation: [link]

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!

Disclaimer: IF I happen to make it into the tournament, I would prefer any opponents of mine not kill, dismember, or otherwise reduce her to a quivering mess. Of course, I realize that in tourneys, all of this is fair game, especially with the Nightmare Tournament. It's only a polite request. If you can get around it, please try. If you can't, please tell me in advance so I can prepare for the crushing blow of seeing her in a splattered mess ;)
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This was a comission done for me by :iconthemindofanartist: Thanks! You did a great job!
Name: Nairb. No real reason behind the name; was just given to him before the tourney started so others could call on him if needed, since he had no real name, save for the title of “Id”.

Age: 16 years of existence, though no true “age” has been established.

History: Spawned from a young boy’s mind as “Id”, has been growing and feeding off of his emotions ever since his existence began, 16 years ago. Has no “real” body; is a semi-solid demonic-spirit creature (not even HE knows what he truly is) who can flex his grip on his existence, and lives off of others to survive, except for when resting in dreams or people‘s subconscious; this enables him to live/exist Nitemare’s world without any expenditure of his life, although controlling a person would certainly make him feel healthier and stronger. Wants power and control; and is looking for another stronger, better host to control when his current one dies so he can live on in a new body. Enjoys torturing people, both physically (including making numerous cuts, as well as such tactics as controlled drowning) and mentally (including constant scaring of his victims to verbal/mental harassment); prefers mental torture because his victims last longer than through physical torture.

Personality: Cocky, arrogant, rude, overall ass to practically everybody he meets. Taunts his opponents CONSTANTLY to get into their heads. Often quotes movies, music, and famous people, both old and new. Uses opponent’s personal history and what they care about most against them. Will make friends, but only to use them for his overall benefit. Plots a lot before hand, but if gets agitated, doesn’t think straight. Curses a bit, but not TOO excessively, except maybe if in a lot of pain ^^;...

Weapon: His hands, which fingers extend out two inches and sharpen into blades; his feet, which he can grow small talon-like blades on the heels as well as the toes. When not in use, has human-looking hands and feet. Uses environment as a weapon as well.

Fighting Style: A strange combination of stealth, animalistic instincts, and kickboxing. Hides in shadows and waits for the prefect moment to strike, and depending upon the situation, either unleashes a quick barrage of attacks, or one-hit-kills like stabbing through the victim’s chest: although prefers to keep them alive as long as possible to “;play” with them. Defiantly does NOT fight head-to-head or brawls.

Pros: His sneakiness enables him to move quickly throughout the area quickly and quietly. Ability to shift his form prevents him from being crushed under and large objects; can make himself more or less solid as the situation demands. Is an expert at psychological warfare/torture, and is pretty good at physical torture.

Cons: Can’t deal out or take a lot of physical damage. Doesn’t kill his victims quickly, giving them time to counter-attack and recover. Takes some insults personally, distracting himself from the fight. Is a prime target for “good” people, and is marked as a backstabber for “bad” people, so friends he can trust are hard to come by. Can’t keep constantly shifting how solid he is, for it tires him out when he does it too much. Sunlight weakens him slightly, makes it harder for him to shift his physical form.

Note: Although he doesn’t wear clothes, he may “dress up” with stuff he finds from others, searching closets, etc., but will quickly abandon them if he needs to shift through objects.

Is a semi-solid demon-spirit thing, so direct attacks wont hurt him, but the impact will- if, say, shot with an arrow, it would get stuck in him, and he would have to materialize his hand a bit stronger in order to pull it out, thusly making the hand susceptible to damage. In order to cause actual pain, he needs to be in a solid form- the easy way would be to get him tired from constantly shifting his form from, say, continuously throwing large objects on him.

Can take over people’s minds, but only from entering the victim’s body via an open wound (natural orifices such as the mouth don‘t count). The bigger and more recent the wound, the easier it will be. Killing the person under his control doesn’t kill him, but it does weaken him greatly. He could (technically) control the dead body and make it move like a zombie, but he would still be stuck inside; controlling dead bodies doesn’t give him any life force as well, so it would drain it instead. He is always keen to try and avoid such situations.

His voice is slightly raspy and deep; more like someone sick than someone evil sounding...

EDIT: NO, this is NOT a fan-made creation of Nightmare! Because Nairb CAN'T manipulate himself to the extent that Nightmare does, nor does he have a legion of creatures under his control, and Narib can be a BIT more elloquent. And Nairb doesn't smoke...or always wear clothing...
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Whisper. Rush. Move. Go.

I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.

…or is it?

Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet can’t remember people’s names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I don’t even remember having?! It’s all too confusing…like why do I have these…”episodes”? Why is it that my body tries to kill itself with a sudden blood clot? What am I trying to stop myself from doing?

…and why can’t I find any answers?

I dimly recall one dream, not too long ago. A long, yellow dragon was slithering atop of a long-forgotten supermarket, and would occasionally try to break into the car I was in. I was in silence from fear. Somehow, he manages to squeeze his paw that now normally would not fit in, and places it upon my face. Next thing I know, I see nothing but old cartoons from the 70’s. For some reason, I responded emotionally to them. Then I was awake, dazed and confused in my dark room as I tried to make sense of it. Why was the dragon testing me? What did it want from me? Why did I feel like…it got what he wanted? And how did I know that it’s a he? I pushed the dream aside, and got ready to help work on the garden. The hard, busy work pushed all thoughts aside as I concentrated on finishing the best way possible.

A few days after, I met a complete stranger. The funny thing was, I didn’t know him, yet somehow, I remembered him as somebody…familiar. Someone friendly, someone that I knew for a while. I felt like going up to him and greeting him warmly, but I held myself back. Come on, I thought to myself, what would I say to him? Hello, I kinda know you and I don’t know why? I didn’t want to seem crazy, so I let the incident pass, although I did watch him leave very carefully. I remember I slept soundly that night, so soundly I almost missed work in the afternoon. I rushed to get there, and the hectic pace tired me out, so when I returned home I just changed my clothes and fell asleep. That night I dreamt.

I was in a field, overlooking long, wide plains. The wind was blowing the long yellow- green grass, making it like an earth-tied ocean. I felt at peace, happy even. I felt like flying. The absurdity never entered my head of the fruitless of trying, so I wasn’t in shock when I started to gently float up. After about a foot or two, I looked down. I was flying! I was so happy at this that I thought to myself, “Well, this is a good time to see how fast I can go” and instantly ZOOM I was hurtling along at breakneck speeds. It was kind of what happens when you go really fast on a bike; the not-to-apparent fragileness of the bike, paired with breakneck speed. It was like that; with that sense of reckless speed when you know it’s too dangerous to even TRY going that fast, but not really caring. Then, I stopped. Just instantly stopped, like I was in a movie and someone hit the pause button. I wondered to myself, why am I not moving? Then everything instantly blurred away, myself included.

All I saw was black.

I was on the ground, with my face pressed into the soft green earth. Things felt…well, for lack of a better word, real ! I could feel the grass, the gentle breeze of the wind, the shade from an overhanging tree. I could see the sky, a light blue with a few gentle clouds rolling through, with birds flying by overhead. I closed my eyes, at peace with this gentle place.

But something was wrong.

Realizing this, I opened my eyes again and stood up. Everything was still the same; blue sky, gentle breeze, shade from the tree, birds overhead…wait...the birds looked…odd. I stared closer at them up in the sky. Sure, it looked normal enough. A small flock of 9 birds, all in a V-formation, flying overhead. I stared for a few seconds more, trying to figure out what was wrong when it hit me- they were too big. Simple, yet strange enough explanation; those birds were too big. This puzzled me, and as I kept looking, I realized that they had hands, too. I looked at my surroundings again, and realized something else-I had no idea how I was able to see them so well, considering how far away they were. I looked at the roots of the tree, to hopefully understand the nature of some things here, that maybe, nature had some…strange sense of purpose.

I saw I was wearing orange socks.

This thought humored me greatly. Orange socks? Me, wearing orange socks? I thought I had outgrown orange when I was a little kid. I laughed so hard, that tears began to pour out of my eyes. I wiped them away with my hand, tears still streaming down my face. I was able to control my laughter when I had yet another strange thought.

My hand was…fuzzy?

I stared down at my hands. Sure enough they too were orange, but they were covered in hair. And the tips didn’t have nails, but…claws?

I stared at my feet again. They weren’t feet but actually PAWS.

My rear end went up on end, and I twisted my waist to look behind myself.

I had an orange tail, out on end from fear- and a sudden thought shot through me:

this is my story. I made this one day when I wanted to type something up, and was too lazy to retype my old story, so I just started typing. 3 tries and 1 1/2 hours later, I made this. I don't know why I started this genre; I guess the story just ran away with me. I'm writing this linda like know I would react to things, so I write in detail things "I" would look at in detail; as well as using SOME real-life parts in there too.

If you steal this, you will get blammed, banned, and/or horribly burned with the possibility of legal action.

Part 2-[link]

HA HA! Didn't expect THAT ending did ya? I left ya on a cliffhanger!!
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Sorting It Out.

I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.

I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfather’s lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasn’t there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, it’s weird, but I sniffed it. It’s a kinda nice smell though. Since having the watch for over a year and wearing it nearly every day, the band that holds the end tie in place and the back of the watch head have absorbed my sweat in minute amounts to give it a certain…sweet smell to it. The watch head smells a little mustier, and the band smells a bit sweeter. I put it on, got dressed, loaded up the car, and tackled grandpa’s lawn. It was really hot that day, and working around 1p.m. didn’t help either. I was able to rest for about an hour before I got cleaned up for work that night. I closed up at around 9:30, came home, changed and went to sleep.

No dreams.

I got up the next morning full of pep, so I decided to go play around with an old hacky-sack. I’m pretty good at it, but I used to better as a freshman in high school. After getting bored with that, I went online, browsing through random games to see if any piqued my interest. Afternoon rolled around, and I left for work a little early that day. Some passing young salespeople were pushing men’s cologne. They were advertising about how it had pheromones to attract women or something. I never used anything like it before, and since I was going to run out of my old spray cologne soon, I bought a bottle from them. Work passed without incident again. I came home at around 10:00, played games online until 11:30, and then I put back my watch, changed my clothes, and fell asleep.

I dreamed again.

For some strange reason, I was back under the tree again. The usual scene of peacefulness was disrupted by a swish-swish feeling. I looked behind me and sure enough, I had that tail again. I was able to cope with it, since it already happened once, and it was only a dream; it couldn’t hurt to look around a bit. So I looked around and spotted a small forest, not 10 feet from where I started. I walked along a path there for a while. It was sunny, and the sun streaked through the trees quite nicely. It disturbed me slightly that I could still feel these things, but I pushed it aside. I began to wonder if there was any faster way to travel.

I picked up my pace.

I started into a light jog, since I’ve never been a good runner and all, but I was surprised how easily I was able to run. I ran faster, and amazingly, I was still able to keep pace without being tired at all. I went into an all-out sprint. My arms pumped and my legs slammed the path, pushing myself faster than I could have ever achieved. It was exhilarating-running at full sprint, nothing stopping me, tearing through the forest like some Olympic athlete on steroids. I thought to myself “wow! This is really fun!” while continuing to push myself harder and harder. I started to bend forward while running, letting my hands take some of the work off of my feet-no, paws now I reminded myself. I pumped myself harder, starting to get out of breath. Just for the heck of it, I decided to jump. Just run and jump, jumping ahead, seeing what would happen. I prepared myself, and pushed off the ground hard with my legs.

I FLEW. Oh, I flew through the air at least 10 feet easily. I landed on my paws and kept going. I laughed with excitement, realizing what I just did. 10 feet! 10 FEET! I FLEW! I FLEW! I began to laugh manically, despite a slight pain starting to arise in my lungs. I felt like stopping when it was too late. I had exited the forest into a small cliff which I ran off of. I panicked for a moment, and then thought to see if I could land safely. After all, I was a cat I figured, and I wasn’t going to let some small cliff bother me. I saw the ground coming up. My brain flashed with quick calculations, determining direction, velocity, distance from the ground, the softness of the rolling hills below me. I twisted myself in what would normally be an unnatural way, contorting myself sideways. I landed on all fours on the ground, safely. I paused for a moment from the impact, and then stood back up. I had made it. I was proud of myself, yet in that moment felt awkward over experiencing all of my senses being rushed; the feeling of the ground beneath me, smell of the day’s heat. Why did I feel all of this? Weren’t dreams less…real? I turned around and saw that I had landed near a small village. I decided to go and ask the townsfolk for some answers to why I was this way when something unexpected happened.

I woke up.

My mind pondered why this dream was a recurring one. After all, I was never really “into” anything “furry”, and I was only dreaming, so I couldn’t be feeling things so realistically. I mean, I was awake, not asleep, and this was my reality. Me, with two hands, two feet, and hair on my head. Not me with four paws and hair all over me. I spend the morning pondering over the facts from last night. It took me awhile to realize this but, I had REMEMBERED THE WHOLE THING. It’s very rare for me to remember dreams, and even rarer still to remember it entirely. Why did this reoccurring dream stay with me so? Why did nothing make sense? Why was I so…attuned to myself that I could make myself feel things that didn’t happen?

With a small groan, I got up and reached for my watch. It was missing. Strange, I thought to myself, I left it right here…I pushed the thought away, but it was harder to get it out of my mind than before.

I decided to leave these mysteries alone for another day and got dressed for work.

For some strange reason, orange hairs stuck to the bottom of my pants.
Part 2 of a hopefull continuing series. I'm going to call this Chimerical Machinations, since it holds true to a key element in the story. I'm probably going to write more, neglecting other games and such to hammer out yet another blockbuster part3. Keep commenting!
This is mine; if you steal it, legal action wil be taken.

Part 3-[link]
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oh wow! i don't know how i got hacked into this...

AGE: 20 M

joins the Nightmare Tournament for the fun of it. He loves being challenge He has a major issues against Marcky >> ~Oh-FeelShy 's character. Though very Athletic and Smart. He's still HUMAN. The armband serves as a shape-shifting weapon (look at character sketch... and no! that's only for LULZ). Power of Champions LOL!

he'll be closer to death for everytime he uses the arm band
given by Nightmare (Kanon is purely human so he wouldn't survive, so in exchange for power... he will slowly die for everytime he uses his power). He's Mr. Popular who doesn't show a bad side... until Marcky comes along @w@
(he really hates Marcky
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Here is my entry for *FanArtPoodleAfro's tournament :iconnightmaretournament:

Her name is hellfire and she's one sadistic evil bitch killer to the bone so I figure she'll fit right in in nightmare's universe

Actually this is a pretty old character from my sketch book. She was one of my bad day drawings and I decided to elaborate on her character.

damn I think I used too much red

I'll add more info later but for now this is all you get
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