(Pre-Show) Registration Booths (WHERE YOU SIGN UP IC)

[Doomguy]

The walk back down to the gate had been largely silent, as the night was starting to roll in after the attack in the bar. A glance over to my HUD told me that it was two minutes to midnight, although I think the fact that the stars and moon above my head told me that just as well. Well, maybe they were above my head, or they were just a very detailed picture. Either way, my sight was far more focused on the ground since everything was still very blurry from after the close range rocket shot and not quite sobered up. Still worth it, even if I had to stop from from time to time to lean on a wall or lamp post.

Eventually I'd make it to the tent that was mentioned to be the booth that the website indicated were where I needed to go. As I got closer, the colorful advertisement with "Dante's Abyss" written all over it confirmed that, and the attendant that waited for any more contestants slash worked on her nails. Once I got up to the table, and slapped it to get her attention with the everything on there jumped a few inches. She looked up from her finger work with a fairly annoyed mood as whoever jackass disturbed her "me time" then immediately reeled for the briefest second and put on a obvious fake smile for the new sign up. It took me a second to realized that her sudden shock might have been due to the fact that I still had a great deal of blood on me.

"Ah, another contestant" She gave a practiced flourish and nodded in acknowledgement to me, despite the fact that I was already here was as clear as a plasma bolt. And the only one there in the middle of the night. "Please, right this way" She led me inside the tent itself, where a camera and stage was set up. Before I could ask what that was for, she shoved some paperwork and a pin into my hands "I just need you to fill that out and then we'll need to record an introduction for the audience"

"I thought this was a fight to the death, not a dating show" Despite my displeasure, I filled out the form with a bit of worrying speed. I've got too used to paperwork...

"A game show still needs to know who you are, even the violent ones" She answered with enthusiasm one would normally associate with people who aren't about to put their life and limbs on the line. She took the paperwork, glanced it over, then lead me in front of the camera and handed me a rag to clean the blood of myself. I really should not be pushed around so easily "Alright, Mr. Doomguy, tell us you are and why you're here. And please take the helmet off so we can see your winning face" At least she did give me the raised eyebrows when she said my nickname.

I didn't take the helmet off.

"Hello, I'm Doomguy, and I'm here to prove that I'm the toughest soldier here"

"Hmm, that's... alright," The attendant lied and still had that fake smile. Although it was now hiding an awkward giggle, the type you have when you see a thirty year old still living with his mom. "but lets have something a bit more pzazz, shall we? Something for the market people"

"Why the fuck should I care about your PR?"

"Well you don't have to, but think of it as a chance to be your real self"

I gave it a thought over and decided, what the hell. Why not. I got closer to the camera to make my self look more intimidating, worked up my best Ultimate Warrior voice, and let rip.

"I am Doomguy, the berzerker packing man and a half, 12 on a 10 point scale of badness, Bane of Hell itself. These pussies you call contestants are nothing compared to me, and I'm going to RIP AND TEAR their guts out with my barehands! They can't stand the capacity for violence that is ME, and I'm taking the first prize to show who's the real man around here!" I yelled out, fists pumping with every sentence. Not going to lie, it felt good. The attendant clapped her hand, ecstatic over my verbal throw down.

"Perfect! Now, we just need to show the audience what you can do, and we'll be done"

"I'm carrying seven weapons on my body and about eight pounds of armor and ammo. And I came in here covered in blood" I pointed out, and after a second she shrugged.

"Good enough! You're approved, just walk though the gate and I'll send your sheet"

Now I just had to make my way though some of the toughest, strongest, and most skilled primes in the Omniverse. No big deal, right?

Appearance – Demon Killer.

Personality – A hyper violent and paranoid soldier who's as abrasive as he is aggressive. His attempts to uphold some kind of moral stature, but is undercut by his own sadism. But despite having the outward personality of a bezerker, inside is a heroic and brave defender who would gladly save others at the expense of his own life. Might possibly be insane...

Possible Reactions –
As he joined Dante's Abyss in order to prove to himself that he is the destroyer of hell, as well as to others that he is capable in order to get their support, DG's first priority is winning rather than making friends. In a fight his instinct is to be the aggressor, trying to get an edge over his foes and then pushing the advantage. If there's a fight he knows he can't win, he'll try to avoid them until he can get the upper hand. While unlikely to team up with others, he would not backstab them but would not trust them to be as honorable

Relationships –
Guu - has talked to a few times before, once in a heated argument and another in order to bury the hatchets. Mostly just acquaintances.

‘Combat’ Style – Doomguy plays a tactical game of finding the upper hand on his opponents then striking hard and fast. He uses whatever he has as a weapon, from real weapons to tools and even the environment. He is also not against getting up close and fighting in hand to hand if need be. Against a group, he will go after the strongest for and then pounds them into submission then clean up the rest.

Eligible Powers – Survival

Moves – The Full Armory

Taunt (debuff):
Doomguy unleashes vulger insult and hand gestures as a means to draw the attention of his opponent and enrage them, in the attempt to get to make a wrong move in order to attack him. Generally draws all attention to himself and announces his presence when he does so, which could very well put him in bad situation.

Tier 1 super move: Plasma Gun:
Super heated globes of plasma rain down on whoever is under the sights of this advance weaponry. It cooks the insides of whoever is hit and leave a nasty gouge in the target as their body is melted. Sustained fire can kill most of anything, but overheating can also harm DG and requires cool down after every burst.

(a second super move will be added at a later date before the game starts)

Extra – Three and a half minutes of Doomguy being a badass (gore). If he's about to go out, he'll try to take his attacker out with him.

Quotes –
"Go fuck yourself!" with complimentary middle fingers
"It'll take more than that to kill me"
"Now we're cooking with gas"
"Rip and Tear! RIP AND TEAR!"