User:Tybaltcapulet

Things in my battles that voter do that make me VERY happy:

Easy to read votes(good format): You could have really good points to add to the discussion but if I can't understand it then I don't really care. Look at EA's, Appel's, Wass's Spartan's, hell even the new guy JackytheJack has better voting format than some of you.

Including X-factors: I don't require them but if you include them it makes me a very happy camper because I know for certain you aren't just looking at the weapons and saying " OH I guess Anibal Milhais is gonna crush Alvin York" or something like that.

Calling out other voters and myself for incorrect information on their votes: I naturally do this in my head constantly so anyone who is knowledgeable enough to inform people (including myself) of their mistakes takes some pressure off me to do it and makes their votes and  my battles better. There's nothing I would hate more than for me to write up a battle go through my entire voting process just to be told i'm totally wrong on a key part of the battle.

Things in my battles that voters do that PISS me off:

X-factors that are repeated verbatim, or are done with averages: OH MY GOD this makes me mad. It's essentially telling me what I already know and that's just frustrating. Look I don't require x-factors anymore, but if you're going to write that part up, at least put some damn effort into it.

When people don't finish their votes: I'm a curious soul and I really like to see others opinions on what I have created and while I know it isn't always the voter's fault, it's just going disappoint me slightly. And it's also annoying when at the last minute you are going to close voting, then someone decides to finish it. UGHHHH!

Favorite Warriors:

Leon Trotsky ( THE GOD HIMSELF)

Any German WW2 military organization'

Erwin Rommel

Monroe (Grimm)

Sun Tzu (for the memes)

General Shepherd (because he's a dick to everyone)

Hernan Cortes ( My favorite conquistador, even if he isn't the smartest)

Warriors I depise:

Genghis Khan:

Alright the only reason I really hate him is because I believe he has way too many battles for his own good. Which is why I've decided that I will NEVER use him in any of my battles

George S. Patton:

Yes I don't like Patton. Why you may ask? One word... over.... rated.

Negan:

I really just don't like how many times they set up a scene for him to finally die and then just throw in another sub-plot to throw the audience for a loop. And I know jack diddly squat about the rest of the Walking Dead

Any anime warriors that S119 does:

Spartan I love the way your battles are presented but I have NO idea who the people you are using are. And it's even worse because I based my weapon formats off of yours.

Bulgarian Rebels:

I have nothing against them. It just reminds me of our BULGARIAN STRONK too much. You know what? I'm extending this to all Bulgarian warriors. I'm sorry Milen but it's too much for me.

Signature Item(as of the Hell School Tourney) :
Tybaltcapulet's Trotsky Glasses(Also in quotes because Skully)-Gain the ability of superb diplomatic ability, but upon meeting someone with superior facial hair, suffer from random ice pick attack. This item will be initiated when Tybalt gets tired of users (especially the older ones) arguing about insipid, inane and pointless topics.

Example (Obviously a joke, but in current times the distinction must be made :) ):

" Did you use that emoji because it's yellow and i'm Asian?"- Cfp

"No Cfp, you called me an old man because I used emojis and I used an old man emoji"-EA

"YOU LYING RACIST!"-Cfp

" Trotsky glasses Initiated, commencing stoppage of ridiculous conversation"- Me

" Both of you are wrong, EA stop being Racist, Cfp, stop complaining about EA being and old man, he knows more in one centimeter of his finger than you do in your whole body"- me

" b-b-but Tybalt he's being mean to me!"- both

" I don't care both of you should- what was that?"

Stalin emerges

"SUPERIOR FACIAL HAIR?! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"- Me

''Tybalt suffers fatal ice pick attack. Is revived with no memory of the situation''

" Hey guys, what's going on?"

Quotes I like:
"Practicality is my favorite part of a weapon. I'll entitle myself to my opinion. You do you"-Guitarcar, 9/10/18 (glorious!)

"what is a match"- UzNizz (9/29/18) (This is what newbies are now.)

"Like if I break into someone's house, piss on the carpet, take a dump on the picture of someone's grandma, eat their daughter's birthday cake, it would indeed suck for me when the owner of the house hits me with a baseball bat, but I had it comming"-Appel explaining to LB why Cosby is in prison and is a bad f*cking person in general (Come on LB I thought you were better than this.)

"A relative newcomer to the Wiki, Tybalt was a remarkable presence in that he was a noob who demonstrated an astonishing capacity to learn from his mistakes. Additionally, he possessed sufficient levels of intelligence to perform such extraordinary feats as typing without spelling errors and offering credible advice to users with more experience than himself. As such, he threw his hat into the ring, hoping to prove he could fight just as well as any of the older users"- What the Old Guard of the Wiki thinks of me.Thank goodness(9/30/18)

Tybalt is Tylbalt's Trotsky Glasses Gain the ability of superb diplomatic ability, but upon meeting someone with superior facial hair, suffer from random ice pick attack.- Skully the only one who understands Trotsky the way I do (10/25/18)

"Don't drink kids, it fuckin' sucks ® ™ ©"- EA giving us some positive peer pressure to make good life choices (11/4/18)

'Everyday, I imagine a world where I own all of you

In my hand is a pen that will write a purge order for the GRU

"The blood of the Bourgeois flows down into a dark puddle

Just make the call, send a bullet into their hearts

But in this position of infinite power What will it take to achieve total collectivization?

Have I found everybody a fun job in the gulag to do today?

When I'm here, everything is fun for them anyway

When they can't even understand my total authority

What good are words when a bullet says it all?

And if these people won't grant me full submission

How many must die before I finally have it all?"- Laqy's speech to make me join the Sayori Alliance 11/27/18

"Prince Charming is a pissy little bitch who doesn't know how to fight and doesn't know how to lead. He's a scheming manipulator and a backstabber, sure, but while those skills make for a good villain, they don't make for a good fighter or warrior. Gaston is much stronger than Charming, as well as more experienced with his weapons. What it ultimately comes down to, for me, is their leadership skills. I really don't see Charming as anything more than a political agitator who absolutely failed to keep the loyalty of his crew when confronted by a pacifist. Gaston actually organized a raiding party to storm the Beast's castle, and he nearly killed the Beast in hand-to-hand combat, only losing because of an environmental hazard (namely, falling off the side of a castle). This brings me to another point--Gaston is capable of improvising or fighting in unfavorable territory, whereas Prince Charming only chooses to fight in situations that are painstakingly tailor-made to favor him (like in a play where he is scripted to kill an unarmed Shrek--something he failed to do). I know that at this point Prince Charming has the impetus with votes, but at the very least I'd like to voice my strong disagreement that he could beat anyone (expect for maybe Sun Tzu) in a fight." I've been waiting to put this here due to his glorious defense of Gaston and description of Prince Charming. EA, 11/23/16

"Arthur actually gets AIDS after a drunken one night stand with Dutch and dies of that"- Wass desperately attempting to save Discord from Alock's sundry of spoilers

"im a assburgy with no spell check how drop out of community college"- One of many funny quotes by the infamous weak speller with no spell check

"I tried learning how to look"- Dargoo confirmed for blind

"you fucking shitting me? Bernd pussy montgomy is just a fucking british nerd who doesn't even known what fucking tctics is. So what if he defeated a fifty yer old german loozer like romel. McArthur defeated The Empror of japan many times before with and without any help, and he used only his fucking brain and a few "real" tctics. He made the pacific his bitch and pissed on it as well."- Laqy moving me with words once again

Gökhan(Ancient Warrior)
Name:Gökhan

Age: 50

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft 10"

Weight: 180lbs

Bio: Ever since he was born, Gökhan was instilled a sense of pride about his homeland. His mother had passed from childbirth and his father was left to take care of him. Being a former Janissary himself, he would always tell his son "Country before self Gökhan". Gökhan was always quite intelligent but never really got along with others, as he way very shy around new people.This made his father enraged, because he didn't want his only family left to be a wimpy, unfocused failure to his family name.

So from the time he was 13 Gökhan and his father would train almost every day after dinner was done. Hand to Hand Combat, proper usage of a Matchlock, occasional hunting and strong mental conditioning, such as waking up at about 4:00 in the morning every single day prepared to fight, or punishments like multiple laps around the entire city of Izmir... barefoot.

When he was 18 Gökhan decided to follow in his father's footsteps and become a Janissary.But first he had to get through the selection process and though he believed it would be rough, he was suprised at how much it mirrored his experiences with his father. Long runs across the empty desert, combat exercises etc. Lashings and beatings were expected for incompetence or insubordination.

After 6 months in 1514 he was deemed ready for combat. He would get his first chance to taste the glory of war at Chaldiran. The Ottomans had been at odds with the Safavid Persian regime for a while and this would be the first true test of the two armies and of Gökhan.

Gökhan was put into a small, elite force of about 100 soldiers, and was ordered to make a formation to slowly march towards the enemy. As they moved, artillery sounded behind them, pounding the enemy with metal. Gökhan's formation stopped... The officer in charge of the formation yelled "Ready!". Gökhan and the rest of the men loaded their matchlocks. Meanwhile, small lead balls whizzed past them, killing about 5-10 of the men beside and behind him. He barely had time to react as the officer yelled "Aim!" Gökhan raised his weapon. "Fire!" A deafening sound filled the air as they unleashed a volley of lead as well.

But only one Persian soldier fell from the other side. The leading officer has misjudged the distance between the two forces and the men were about 150 meters away instead of the usually effective 50-100 meters. But Gökhan was in shock as it had been his weapon that killed the man. The shot had lined up perfectly.

The officer realized his mistake and moved them forward into effective range. After that Gökhan hit shot after shot, volley after volley, until the other formations and groups of men began a charge straight towards the Persians. They were weakened and made outnumbered by the artillery the Ottomans had dished out on them. He then lit a grenade and threw it towards a cluster of Persian Qizilbash, blasting multiple limbs off of about 2-3 of them. Full of pride and confidence in himself, he drew his Yataghan, and threw himself straight into a melee.

Another Qizilbash soldier attempted to tackle him, but as he was about to, Gökhan grabbed his forearm, and moved it with such force that it snapped instantly. His enemy was about to scream but before he could, his head fell down, being decapitated. But his victory was short-lived. 5 qurchis, the royal guard of the Shah had surrounded him.

* 5 years earlier, Izmir*

" Remember boy, if you are ever surrounded and outnumbered, never use your sword or matchlock, they will most certainly avoid it. Pull out your axe, throw it true and kill one of them. Then take the opening that it allows and run as fast as you can."

* Present Day, Chaldiran"

Gökhan remembering his father's advice, instantly drew his trusty axe, nicknamed " الموت الرمادي" or Grey Death and threw it directly towards the closest man he could see. *whoosh*..... *crack*. Unforunately for the Quirchi man, his skull was split in half about 1/4 of the way into his head. The others were in such shock that they didn't react immediately, allowing Gökhan to escape and retrieve his axe.

A few hours later, the battle was over, and the Ottomans were victorious. In the aftermath of the conflict, the Empire was able to acquire important territories such as the Eastern Anatolia and made the push straight into Tabriz.

After this a couple years later and some small conflicts it was 1516 and the Ottomans set their sights upon the Mamluks. Taking part in such battles as Marj Daqib, Khan Yunis, and Ridaniya, he slaughtered tens of soldiers all by his lonesome, even being able to take on 3 heavily armored, highly trained Mamluk soldiers while tired, and only with his axe. It was then that the Mamluks utterly collapsed, and the Ottomans were ready to claim more victims.

And then for many years the empire was mostly quiet, and the most Janissaries were moved back to the capital of Constantinople (another Ottoman conquest), but Gökhan was allowed to stand guard at his old town of Izmir, as the city lacked in protection. It was also a chance to see his father after all this time.

But unfortunately, he had passed away 2 years before, but not without leaving him a valuable gift. It was put right on the table near the kitchen in a rugged, long box. As he unfurled the rope he uncovered and old, ornately decorated Kilij inscribed with the message " Country before self" on the blade. Gökhan smiled, wiping a tear in his eye, and stored the blade in the scabbard that came with it.

After this the Empire had decided that Janissaries weren't nearly as needed as they used to be. and in 1526, Gökhan was forced to "retire" from serving the Emperor. But Gökhan, being the man he was, didn't just leave combat forever, no not even close. The streets of Izmir weren't exactly perfect, and there was some fat cat willing to pay someone to murder.

His name was Hişam, a bald, 50 something, 300lb, man who was about Gökhan's height, who was willing to pay the most. His first target, the leader of a fringe Christian militant group wishing to make alliances with enemies of the Ottomans to attempt to start chaos in the Empire. Gökhan wasn't told though, that this leader, had many skilled bodyguards of his own, and that Gökhan was walking straight into a bee's nest.

Gökhan, with his Yataghan and Kilij in hand, slowly and silently made his way to the headquarters of the group. It was simple right? An easy in and out killing, he'd faced much worse in all the wars and combat he'd been through. It '''wouldn't be simple though. '''The building, while not huge, was a spire with perfect vantage points for the guards to see unfriendly forces from.But Gökhan wasn't ready to just walk into the place all guns blazing.

The first part was easy, just get to the door, and for being the most important place to guard on the outside of the place, having only two guards there. Gökhan simply threw a rock to the side, making them lose focus, then slitting the neck of one with his Yataghan, and slashing the chest of the of the other with the Kilij.

After that it was much harder, not because of the layout of the building (it was quite rudimentary), but because there was such a concentration of men in the area. Several men all on the edges, about 10-12 men in the middle discussing battle plans, 10's of others spread out giving and receiving commands, etc. Gökhan was floored on the sophistication that these infidels had. But that was exactly why he had to be successful today.

He had to destroy these insurgents before they brought their wrath to the innocents. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his target, walking up the largest stairs in the middle of the room."الله يعطيني القوه لتسود" (Allah, give me the strength to prevail), Gökhan muttered.He made his way to the left side of the room, and ran into his first enemy can pulled him down with an axe to the throat. But, unfortunately for the former Janissary, another man was right next to him and alerted his comrades.

Immediately, Gökhan was forced to leave his position, facing matchlock fire and blades from all sides. But with his experience, agility, and speed ( which was still high even with his age), he avoided them, and took several of them down effortlessly. He quickly vaulted the stairs, and the target was in his sight once again. But one more challenge faced him. The most elite of the group's guards, which included to Gökhan's horror, former Janissaries. Filled with rage, he sped forwards, slaughtering them all with no mercy

But instead of finishing the leader off with just a simple blast of his grenade, the fire of his matchlock, or the swing of his blade, he grabbed him and jumped off the ledge of the building, throwing the leader to the ground with him. Gökhan landed with a loud *thud*, but was otherwise mostly unharmed. His target wasn't so lucky. His head almost busted off with the force of the landing, killing him instantly.

Gökhan then ran away as fast he he could away from the scene, desperate to get out of the area. he went back to Hişam, and claimed his money. Gökhan then spent the last years of his life working for Hişam, killing local gang leaders, destroying more militants, until one day in a skirmish, he was ambushed by about 15 men at a dead end. He was peppered with matchlock fire, still living, until a hijacked Abus gun blew his head clean off. But before it did so he looked at his blade and uttered his father's old phrase " Country before self".

Close:

Yataghan:  The Yataghan is a long knife or short sword about 75 centimeters in length. The weapon had no handguard, and a forward-curving single edged blade

Kilij: The Kilij is a curved sword, dervived from Turkish and Mongol swords, with a pronounced curve and a reinforced point. The kilij is a powerful slashing weapon that, as seen on an episode of Deadliest Warrior is capable of slicing a pig carcass in half.

Mid

Ottoman Axe- A 5ft axe with a steel head and a wooden handle, that with Gökhan's strength, training and ability, can be thrown at enemies as well as being used as a standard axe.

Long: Matchlock Musket: The matchlock musket, also known as an arquebus, is an early firearm, and the first to have a mechanism recognizable as a trigger. It had a range of about 50-100m and was a smoothbore weapon

Special: Ottoman Grenade- An early explosive that requires the use of a match the light it, but can yield a powerful explosion that has a blast radius of about 10-15ft

Armor: Zirh Gomlek- A cotton and chainmail combination as a chestplate and includes a steel helmet that is engraved with various symbols

Skully's Hell School Tourney OC:
Name: Boris the Very Equal

Background: One day Boris was in high school and he was being beat up by some upper-class rich kids like usual, when a potato slammed straight into one of the bullies knocking the filth onto the ground. What appeared before Boris could only be described as Godlike. It was Leon Trotsky, Boris's idol. Leon then put on an onslaught of kicks and punches and yelled "Permanent Revolution", and then a bunch of Soviets appeared and killed everyone there. Boris then slowly walks up to his hero. Leon smiles and says " Let's seize the means of production together Boris". Boris than bursts into tears and hugs his comrade.

They then left the scene, determined to take down every Capitalist scumbag who wants to hoard all the production and money that is around. The Europeans were mostly  easy to kill, but Angela Merkel still had one spirit up their sleeves, Hitler himself. The filthy Fascist, relied on his "perfect soldiers" and sat back, waiting for the battle to be over. " But Boris, being the true comrade he is, charged straight into the mix, while Trotsky yelled " Seize the Means!", making all the weapons of the Nazis disappear. Then after the war against Europe was done, the two men went straight through Asia, Africa, and all the other minor nations with ease.

But what happened with America, is classified, and for reading this top secret document, you will be sent to Gulag Glory to the Soviet Union and goodbye.
 * Initiate Lockdown, Filthy Capitalist has read classified Soviet Information*

Appearance: 5"9 150lbs, blue eyes, massive moustache, Soviet hat, always wears a disheveled coat with holes in it. baggy pants, hammer and sickle tatooed on his chest

Badass Level: 1917 (like the Revolution)

Age: 17

Sex: Soviet ( The only pronoun allowed is Comrade)

Favorite Song: The Anthem of the Soviet Union of course

Favorite Food: Nothing, Soviets don't need to eat, but Boris does worship Vodka, not being able to function without a bottle. If left without it for longer than 10 seconds, Boris goes into an utter rage.

Close: Duel-Wield Tokarevs- The ultimate definition of badass is a duel wielding Soviet with his Vodka and these Tokarevs  has round that will instantly kill any Capitalists who is unfortunate enough to be in contact with a  round of these pistols.

Mid:PPSH-41 with Unlimited ammunition- The PPSH-41 was already the coolest SMG to ever exist, why not let it use unlimited ammo? The industrial might of the Soviet Union can easily supply all the rounds that he could ever want.

Long: Mosin-Nagant with adjustable PU scope: Ah the greatest sniper rifle of WW2 comes back to grace our presence once again.

Special: RGD-33 with Uranium in it- As the USSR had a great about of nuclear weapons in it's time why the hell wouldn't Boris have some nuclear material on his person. As a result, it leaves  field of radiation, and will kill all in it's path

Iconic: Hammer and Sickle combination- Less of a weapon and more of a shield, when Boris puts these symbols of freedom from profit and evil together, everyone in the immediate area is pushed back with great force

Armor: Nothing, what Soviet would rely on armor made from the suffering of the working class?

Abilities

-Soviet Strength/Durability: Boris is endowed with the power of all the working class, and is able to overpower others with ease. A single punch can kill if his convinction is high enough. For durability, Boris can withstand bullets, rockets,explosions, can easily survive the cold (as a true Soviet would) and has even survived a mini-nuke to the face.He isnt immune to magic though, being a notable weakness of his.

- Ability to Resurrect himself: Communism never dies, so why should Boris? Everytime his Physical form is destroyed, he can always be revived by his dead comrades. Keep in mind it does take about 30 seconds to do, so if the comrades are interrupted, it could be nullified for a while

-Leon Trotsky's Spirit/ Stand ( Think like Star Platinum or The World from JJBA):  Leon has come back from the grave to support a true comrade suffering  under capitalist regimes and has various abilities of his own. Like any other stand, Leon is able to deflect and
 * "Permanent Revolution": When Leon utters "Permanent Revolution",  various soviet spirits appear around Boris and pull out various rifles, SMG's, pistols, Machetes, hammers and sickles etc. and charge straight at any enemy Boris has.
 * "Seize the Means" After saying this, all weapons and all utilities  of Boris's enemy are forced from their hands and destroyed, into the void, never to be seen again

Pugmacht (Animal Warrior(s))
In the pursuits of science and technology, Adolf Hitler's scientists were trying anything and everything to make a super weapon to face the Allies. One of their more odd expoits, was their success in making a form of animal soldier called the Tierschutzkommando ( Animal Corp Protection Squad). They owed the success largely to the blood of Blondi, Hitler's trusty dog in which they duplicated sentient dogs who could take orders and function on their own in battle.

Their first battle in 1940 was just a test run, so the Reichstag sent about 100 of them on a throwaway front in the Siege of Calais. Armed with miniature versions of Wehrmacht weaponry, they met up with the one Panzer division sent to destroy the city. When the human soldiers met them, they immediately exploded into laughter, but this stopped once they heard two deep animalistic voices sound.

" Die Hölle schließen !" ( Shut the hell up !). The source of these voices, were none other than Grrmann Goring and Heinrich Howlmler. Howlmler stepped forward and smirked at the dumbstruck soldiers held their mouths open with shock. Three Hundpanzer I's, miniature versions of the the Panzer I, inched forward with their commader Generalfeldmarschall Erwin Ruffel, who unlike every other dog, was a fox, an inside joke to the human commander.

Ruffel yipped and the Hundpanzers growled to life, and began to move forward. It was time to show the Führer what these hounds were made of. As the Panzer division moved up with Ruffel, the defending British, French, and Belgian forces began their defense. Ruffel yipped again, and the Hundpanzers began to fire intermittently, blasting large holes in the defenders. They looked in awe as other Kommandos moved up and fired off their KMP40's, K Lugers and, KKAR98Ks (Kleine/Mini MP40s, Lugers, and Kar98Ks). They struck several soldiers will a battery of fire, while the human soldiers assisted. With this combined effort, the forces of Calais were easily overrun, and the Tierschutzkommando had proven their worth. Even Ferdinand Schaal, the commander of the Panzer division, shook Howlmler and Goring's paws personally, and wished them luck as they continued forward

TBC

Church of Sayori Cultists( Cult Warriors, duh)
" I gently opened the door". The whole church gasped, hating to hear those words. The voice they heard was that of Brother Laquearius, one of the main elders of the group. " Yes, I know you all hate to hear of what become of our goddess, but we must carry on". Laquearius does indeed carry on, albeit with difficulty, while he solemnly reads from the sacred text of Doki Doki Literature Club.

When he finishes with the scripture, he orders the other church-goers to rise and chant the sacred phrase

"Make her rainclouds go away

If you don't she will pay"

All the members then left, ready to carry on with their lives. This was the Church of Sayori, a highly zealous religion bordering on some seriously culty practices. For instance, any reference to Sayori's suicide by hanging, must be solemn, or the perpetrator/s would be shunned and deleted from all others members tongues.

To keep control over other lovers of Sayori, Laquearius needed to enlist various allies in his pursuits. His first two were quite similar to each other, both were very dedicated to memes, and were generally pretty amiable and relaxed guys. The first Appel of Monkey, was a Dutch memetic bastard, who was very high strung about his love of Sayori's cuteness. The second, Sir Skull of Wander, a man of Mexican descent, was a very good friend of Appel's, and shared  many opinions, of his, even going so far as to change all of his profile pictures to reflect this.

Together these three rules over the Church with great decisiveness. All those who opposed the guidance of Sayori would be silenced. But they couldn't just fight off dissenters with words and fists alone, there were too many followers and too much opposition to try that. So each of the leaders had their own weapons at their disposal.

Laquearius had possession of the Cinnamon Bun scepter, the ultimate weapon to fight off the bullies. It created differing sized cinnamon buns, that are used as deadly projectiles. The scepter also airs our out an invisible field of control. This field makes sure that the other cultists do not run away in battle, and keeps them invested in the cause.

Appel of Monkey possessed the ( IRL: I'll come back to this when I get a good suggestion for Appel's weapon)

Sir Skull of Wander possessed the Finger Guns of Sayori. This weapon take the form of skin-tight gloves that shape the user's hands into finger guns. They function just like any other gun, except they fire at lightning fast speeds. And instead of bullets, they fire out the words " No Bulli Sayori"  towards their targets.

TBC