Genma

The large man with enough violence to fill it from head to toe. Yesterday, this thing had made a mockery of what would normally leave heads to roll. Both figurative and literal. A bend of the ropes and a toss of his legs over, he lands with a crash. His hands drop low and a silver headsman slams heavily into the white mat, as Genma's ego plasters a grim smile across his lips. A heft of that axe up above his shoulders, his hands tighten around the grip as a thicker deep red film encases the polished silver edge. Within moments like a ravenous animal, blow after blow collides in an onslaught. Sp

After Rosaria had her little attempt, Genma couldn't help but chuckle beneath his breath. The woman had already been a pathetic flower, unable to do anything with her own two hands. The huge goblin was almost matched in stature as Genma slid into the ring, pulling out a headsman's axe that had beheaded many of player. "Wonder if I'll leave a dent." He spoke rubbing his thumb on its polished silver edge, running it on his tongue after its sliced open. His massive paws wrap the handle tightly, pulling it high above his right shoulder. A whirling swing matched with a sharp ramp to close the gap d

Exploring the woods, looking carefully at every inch around him. Seeing nothing but continued to walk as large splashes of puddles fling up in every direction from his heavy foot falls. “I don’t see it” one man would say “Over here” another man as five sets of feet run through the woods in front of him. They had been wandering around the woods for over an hour, it was clear that his stupid minions were finding nothing regardless of what they were saying. “ROUND UP, WE ARE LEAVING” he yells out angrily. He was done fucking around. They had only gotten one place looted because of this shit. It w

After killing one of the six people he had left, he had to now go hunting. That cat that was heard had to be found. It might have been a familiar from a spy, he hated those. “Fan out, find it, search the area.” Calling out as he takes one steep foot forward. Breathing heavy, that anger boiling in his blood. His eyes would shift to follow something black speed past them. Glaring “Catch that cat” as he traces the path to where the tiny thing came from. Dead locking and focusing on the trees and bushes. “Hmm” he would say after a few minutes of just staring. He would walk back into the cabin and

Walking to the location they were supposed to loot today or at least one of them. It wouldn’t take long because as far he was away this was just a small hut but very much abandoned. Anything that they could find would help. A large axe was held against his right shoulder, each foot fall was a small bath for the orange players that followed behind him. Only a select few were with him this time, back home they were all pissing him off. For the safety of the number of people that still lived, he didn’t want to bring much stupidity along even though he knew that one or two of them were going to be

The giant of a man walks with heavy footsteps past an array of cages. In each sat two players with some vacancy, the cots and sinks leaving much to the imagination in terms of cleanliness. Cellblock 3, to the end of the hall to Cell F. "Stand." Genma orders through the bars, snapping his knuckles through heavy plate gloves, audibly heard to strike up a chord of intimidation. The pair inside don't stand up immediately, choosing instead to remain in defiance. Genma looks to his right at the warden of this sector, who would move to his side and retrieve a ring of keys. Into the lock it turns with

Genma decided that today they would travel to one of the new floors. A cemetery of sorts, there was an uncharted location that he found that he wanted to loot. With his minions' help it would go by faster. A few medium buildings and a church that looked eerie but to him it was just another place that has not been explored yet. Walking up the long swirly dirt road, tomb stones littered these grounds. Whispers in the winds, nothing could really be made out. Seeing that there was nothing around, the quiet ghostly voices were creeping the kids that were surrounding him out. “Stay sharp” he says as

Profile: Username: Genma Real name: Gavin Martin Age: 31 Gender: Male Height: 6'11 Background: This titanic man spent most of his early years getting into fist fights, causing trouble for his folks. The schools he partook in fucking hated his guts, finding himself in detention and the principles offices on the regular. After trying everything they could to put him through a normal education, eventually his parents broke down and shipped his sorry ass off to military school. They'd hoped to straighten him out, with a little tough discipline. It was in a more rigid environm