Match Eddy

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• Frightening Aspects

  W: 2 L: 1 D: 0
  Level: 1
  STR: +1
  SPD: 0
  STM: +3 (51 HP)
  Weapons: Coffin o' Plenty +1
  Armor: 0
  Extra Severity Point: 0
  EXP: 25/40
  
  Won Against: Ove, Christofer 'Toffi' Markov
  Lost Against: Crowling
  
  Strength: Feeling little pain helps Match Eddy deliver powerful blows with little concern to his own well-being. Every strike is for a home run, and he is often used as an undead laborer for his creator. While he certainly won't be adding muscle mass to his half-rotten frame; the magics used to animate him keep him strong.
  Speed: Nothing special here! He is of average speed, the magic keeping him going doesn't rot him down to a shambling corpse. Ghouls > Zombies.
  Stamina: Match Eddy is an undead creature. He does not need to eat, drink, sleep or breathe. Cut of a limb? Mama Black will sew on a new one. Light him on fire? Well now you have a flaming (no homo) ghoul coming at you. He feels some level of minor pain from major wounds, but appears to be an unstoppable opponent that keeps coming no matter how many bits are lopped off. Of course, there's a limit to even the undead.
  Weapon(s): (See The Coffin)
  Armor: None, wears scavenged clothing.

• The Coffin

  While most arena fighters are trained in a certain weapon all their lives; Match Eddy is a little more...random. Inside of the coffin he drags everywhere (his), is a cache of stolen items. At the start of an arena fight when initiative on the d20 is rolled, the chart will be consulted and the random weapon drawn. Beside each sexy object you will see if it has been used before, because I like keeping track of useless statistics!
  
  OOC Note: This has been approved by the Golden Tether arena staff as an interesting bit of flavor added to the area.
  
  1. Big bone. Possibly a dinosaur femur.
  2. Iron pipe, 4 feet long with a hemp rope grip.
  3. Machete, rusted and caked in blood. Probably swimming in bacteria.
  4. Cast iron pot the size of a human head.
  5. Pickaxe, most likely stolen from a slave miner.
  6. Driftwood club with knots in the wood, kickin' it Bedrock style.
  7. Length of rope, roughly 5 feet long with a blunted, iron hook on the end. (1)
  8. Table leg off of a really fancy table, has a few nails still sticking out of one end.
  9. Finding nothing useful, Eddy rips off a board from the coffin to use.
  10. 5 feet of heavy, rusted chain. (1)
  11. Someone is missing a leg, and Match Eddy is using the wooden prosthetic in the arena like a club. (1)
  12. BIG ROCK!
  13. Amputation saw, missing a few teeth but still looks like it can cut through bone.
  14. Brass chamber pot, still sloshing with mess.
  15. Gold candelabra, very ornate, big and heavy; can hold 6 candles that are not included. (1)
  16. Ivory tusk of an elephant (maybe) with the end sharpened to a point.
  17. Cow leg, rotting and covered in bite marks, some of those bites look to be fairly recent.
  18. Bejeweled, silver crucifix stolen from a church. Big, heavy, religious!
  19. Rock hammer, 3 feet long with a cracked, steel head.
  20. Nothing! He's going to go at you with teeth and claws (all weapons removed).
  
  

  

• Grave Hits

  Hey, check it out! I have my own greatest hits album! Below you'll find my favorite punches, kicks and nipple tweaks from fights!
  
  

  Nov 14th vs. Christofer 'Toffi' Markov: Kung-Fu, the Asphyxiation Continues

  
  Match Eddy would squeeze and choke like David Caradine's belt until the boy was blue in the face. "Shhh, it's okay my little snuggle pup, sleep now..." He slowly let off the pressure at the last moment but not before planting a tender, sweet kiss on the forehead of Toffi. "Don't let the bed bugs bite." And he would let the boy drop limply on the ground, not quite out but the fight was clearly over. "Well then!" Eddy stood up straight and slung the chain over to his shoulder. "Another one bites the dust!" He raised his arms over his head and did a little victory jig, right over to his coffin. "Do a little dance...make a little love..." Hip-thrust, "Get down tonight! UHN!" Chain tossed in coffin, lid slammed shut. Good times had by all, well, except Toffi.

  
  

  Nov 25th vs. Crowling: Foot Meets Mouth

  
  Match Eddy was about to protest the sleeping arrangements but would only let out a "BLARGH!" As Crowling cut into his stomach. There was a popping noise and the slice opened him up like a knife prying open an oyster, a really gross, dried out one. Dust, maggots, a mouse and someone's hand fell out. Then Eddy let out a loud, shrill, girlish scream. It echoed through the arena, and probably into the furthest reaches of the Tether before the hyena looked to Crowling with one, shocked eye. "Is this how you treat all your boat guests?!" Free hand prodded the wound, "I mean, offer me a sandwich, a blowjob, but not cut me open!" He then snarled at Crow, "Okay, no more playing around. It's clobberin' time!" He shambled towards her, not quite as mobile as before and would regrip the leg he held. "DINNER TIME!" And he would attempt to slam the juicy end into Crowling's mouth.