Rank Name: King of Arconia
Race: Tuffle
Rank Alignment: Neutral Evil
Ingame Name: Grape
Ingame Key: Tuffle Slaver
RP Goal: To be somewhat of a threat to Earth at the same time making plans for myself to take it from the earthlings.
Backstory for Rank:Grape is a half Tuffle who was born on Arconia in a great and powerful blood line and was raise to be a fighter.
RP Example of Rank:

    Grape was abruptly awoken by a thundering noise coming from a horn outside. As Grape stood up from his ‘bed’, which was really just a little bit of cloth on the floor, the horn was blown again, causing Grape’s head to throb from this awful howling sound. Grape held his head and walked out into the village he lived in.

    He would tentatively look around wondering what all of the commotion was about, but then it hit him: Today was the semi finals of the new king tournament! As usual the capital of Arconia was booming with thousands of people walking around the market stalls and stone roads.

    Grape wasn’t here to admire the town though: he was here to fight. He made his way down to the arena and booked his fighting slot. When Grape got into the waiting rooms his eyes were drawn to a certain man who was outputting a whole lot of energy. This man was wearing a jet black cloak covering him from head to toe. In his left hand he was holding a menacing axe which was about four foot long and about as sharp as a tungsten needle. The man's aura would of been intimidating to most people but as Grape is a being fueled and built off rage he shows no fear towards anyone.

    There was only four competitors as the preliminaries were held a few months ago when Grape became a fan favorite for his brutal kills and his friendly attitude when the match was over.

    This mysterious man was called out first to fight but within about one second a thundering rumble the man walked slowly back into the changing rooms with a small amount of lightning arc of his hand and onto the head of his axe.

    Grape was called up to the arena next against his opponent which seemed to come from the arconian giant clan. The giants are known for the tremendous strength and their immense durability. This giant was large and blue standing well over fifteen feet. It had about a twenty percent body fat percentage meaning that this beast was packing a lot of muscle, more than the average giant.

    As the match started Grape politely bowed towards the giant. The giant saw this as his time to strike so it drew back its fist past his head and launched a ferocious punch darting towards Grape. Bang! A blaring sound of the clash of flesh and bone echoed around the arena. Dust rose up from the ground surrounding what everyone thought was Grape’s crushed body… Slowly the dust faded as Grape was stood with with a clenched fist which had collided with the giant’s monstrous fist. Then Grape would jump up onto the fist as he withdrew his six foot hammer from behind his back whilst running up the giants arm. He would then leap above it’s head and swing down completely crushing its head. The giant then fell to the ground as Grape walked back into the arena throwing up his hammer in the air to show off to the crowd.

    The next day was the final match between Grape and the mysterious capped man. They were both called to the arena as the crowd went wild. A loud speaker then announced “Welcome to the final match of the new king tournament! This match will decide who will reign over this planet. On the left is Grape ‘THE DESTROYER!’ ” As the announcer says this the crowd erupts screaming “Grape! Grape! Grape!” The announcer then turns his head as he begins to speak “And on the right we have…” The mysterious man then throws off his cape revealing a humanoid with silver skin and white tattoos. He was about five foot eleven giving Grape a significant reach advantage especially because of his hammer. The announcer and everyone in the arena is shook as the announcer continues “And on the right… RIV’AP THE COMMANDER OF LIGHTNING!” Riv’ap was the old kings greatest assassin and fighter.. This would certainly be a challenge for Grape.

    The announcer commences the fight as both men bow towards each other entering their respective fighting stances. Grape took his giant war hammer off his back as he held it with two hands just above his right shoulder. Riv’ap would take his axe and hold it near to the head of it in his right hand and his left hand came at a ninety degree angle in front of his head. Riv’ap’s body became shrouded in lightning which arced off his body all around him causing small amounts of dust to fly up. Grape would let out a shockwave powering up to his full as a tight green aura hugged his body as he let off a seperate black aura which reached about ten feet in the air.

    Then it all fell silent… nothing could be heard. Suddenly in a blink of an eye they both dashed in as their weapons collided sending pulsating energy all over the arena they smiled at each other whilst in the struggle as they both dashed back out. Grape waited as Riv’ap dashed in with bolts of lighting following closely behind. He lifted his axe above his head as Grape stood still in a defensive stance. As soon as Riv’ap was in range they both swang but Grape had the higher reach so he sent Riv’ap flying across the floor into a wall. Grape would then try to follow it up by running after him charging up a hammer blow but Riv’ap had recovered and was charging towards Grape. They collided weapons again creating a gigantic rumbling boom but this time both axe and hammer were sent flying out of their respective owners hand. They both smiled as they engaged in hand to hand combat, throwing giant punches causing shockwaves to pass through the arena with each hit. With each punch Riv’ap threw a bolt of lighting would follow and for Grape even the crowd could feel his power. They went on punching each other in the face without moving for about thirty seconds, that is when Grape smiled and whisperd “Thank you for fighting me.” He would then take a deep breath and close his eyes as his aura increased in size even more and then with a simple flick he would send Riv’ap back into the wall creating a massive crater. He smiled, bowed to his opponent and then the crowd and walked off happy that he had become the king of Arconia.