The Arena
The Roster
By: Blobskin

Version: 1.04

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INDEX
1) Angela
2) Blood Lust
3) Edge
4) Fist (Oralland Xanderfoot)
5) Nail
6) Shock Rod

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Angela

Race: Dragon/Pony

Sex: Female

Height: 3'8"

Age: 19

Scales: Red

Mane: Orange

Eyes: Gold

Father: Uplift (Pegasus)

Mother: Adria Mordonia (Dragon, deceased)

Place of Birth: Las Pegasus

Discipline: Modified Dance of the Dark Forest (Pegasus Martial Art)

Education: Cloudsdale with Honors

• Medical Notes:

Dragon/Pony: The subject's unique family background gives her a truly stunning appearance. She has the body structure of a pegasus, but her features are dominantly dragon in origin. She is covered in bright red scales, has clawed paws instead of hooves, two leather wings, serrated teeth, twin curled black horns just hidden by her orange mane, a lizard tail, and bares no cutie mark.

Draconic Power: Being a hybrid, the subject benefits from her dragon heritage. Not only does she have natural protection provided by her scales, but she also has an abnormally large wingspan for her small frame and muscular capabilities most earth ponies would struggle to match. She can also breath fire, has exceptional vision, and can eat an omnivorous diet.

• History:

There was once a dragon named Adria who fell in love with a pony. Every day, she would lie on a mountaintop and watch her love go about his business clearing the skies or building storms. After two years of waiting and watching, her heart could take it no longer, and so she confessed everything. Adria was a young dragon and small enough that she could approach brave Uplift without him fleeing. Uplift, not wanting to have an upset dragon on his hooves, played along with her fantasy and even entertained her with a date. However, instead of breaking up with her after their outing, he too began to feel for the lonely creature and soon that sympathy evolved into marriage.

It wasn't long until Adria wanted to have Uplift's child. Of course, neither knew how such a thing could work with the two being different species. Fortune smiled upon them when Adria showed signs of pregnancy, but fate had a sick sense of humor. Adria soon realized that she couldn't lay the egg, that it continued to grow inside her. Finally, they learned that their hybrid daughter would have to be born alive like a pony, not from an egg like a dragon. Dragons are not designed to give live birth, however, and Adria would die in the process.

Without his wife to help him raise his daughter, Uplift faced the hurdles of being a single parent to a daughter that was half dragon. He was lucky that her mind was naturally pony-like and not draconic, which would have complicated matters when he went to enroll her in flight school. Despite some minor bullying, Angela quickly rose to the top of her class and proved that, although she was small, she could fly faster than any in her age group. Her advantages held true as she aged and it only became clearer she was different when she began smashing record after record on the track. Truly, she had no equal in school and it was no surprise when she applied to become a Wonderbolt as soon as she graduated.

When a letter denying her request came back, however, memories of her bullying in school returned in force. To Angela, it was obvious the Wonderbolts did not want her only because she was part dragon. Filled with rage, knowing her speed and strength were undeniably superior to any pegasus, Angela went to confront the first Wonderbolt she could find.

The meeting ended in bloodshed.

After calming down, Angela immediately fled to her father, begging for his help. Uplift, who was just as terrified, could only think of one piece of advice: "Flee the country." Taking his warning to heart, Angela went north, to the land of the griffins. There, Angela tried to start over and forget about the murder. But it proved hopeless as nightmares plagued her and she struggled to find work. In desperate need of money, and thinking her natural abilities would give her the advantage she needed, Angela joined the Arena.

She is haunted by her past and is reluctant to truly strike at her opponents. She does not wish for a repeat in history, but the Arena can change a person and this little runaway is no exception. With every battle she loses a piece of herself and is twisted more and more into the monster that lives within her mind... even if she doesn't know it yet.

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Blood Lust

Race: Griffin

Sex: Male

Height: 11'7" (needs to be re-measured, see Gigantism Medical Note)

Age: Unknown (Lack of records and unique medical circumstances make determination impossible)

Fur: Caramel

Feathers: Black

Beak: Grey

Eyes: Red

Family: Unknown (see History)

Place of Birth: Unknown (see History)

Discipline: None

Education: Unknown (Likely none, see History)

• Medical Notes:

Sociopath: Subject shows no care for the well-being or emotional state of others. When combined with his violent outbursts and strength, discretion is CRITICAL when in presence of subject.

Retardation: (Incorrect diagnosis. Blood Lust is not retarded, he simply does not care to learn anything)

Masochistic: (Incorrect diagnosis. Blood Lust does not enjoy pain, he is incapable of feeling it due to his lack of pain receptors)

Gigantism: Subject has a damaged pituitary gland and continues to grow an additional three inches per year. (Annual checkups required to determine consequences of his never ending growth cycle, see Iron Body)

Iron Body: Subject suffers from a genetic disorder resulting in iron deposits within the skeletal structure, feathers, and beak. His iron bones allow him to operate under his impossibly huge size and weight without consequence. His wings also suffer from the pure iron construction by being too heavy to sustain flight. Finally, the anomaly also manifests within the subject's beak, providing him an almost unbreakable jaw structure and a horrific facial appearance. (His jaw muscles are overly developed as well and capable of generating a bite strength unmatched even by full-grown dragons, See Dietary Warning)

High Metabolism: Subject suffers a high metabolism rate and rapid digestive process. Subject can easily devour three times his weight in a single day. (See Dietary Warning)

Immunity Anomaly: Subject has an immune system of remarkable efficiency. All known toxins, poisons, and anesthetics have shortened or lessened effects. Subduing the subject with chemicals is NOT recommended. (If control of Blood Lust does become a problem, use electricity spells. His iron skeleton has proven to be quite conductive and makes for a spectacular show)

• Dietary Warning: Subject has cannibalistic tendencies and has been known to eat a large assortment of sentient life. When subject is feeding, it is recommended that no living thing not meant for subject's consumption be present.

• History:

As far as the Griffin Empire is concerned, Blood Lust did not exist until his "Great Rampage". He has no records to speak of until that time: no birth certificate, no job, and no identity. Even his name was fabricated by the government after his capture. His age is a complete mystery and his numerous physical anomalies almost suggest genetic manufacturing. No one has ever responded to the queries for family either. So they are either all dead or unwilling to admit their relationship to Blood Lust. All that is known from his previous life is what has been derived from sketchy witness testimonies and old news articles.

We believe that Blood Lust preferred to live away from other griffins, in the wilderness around major cities. Blood Lust probably viewed the densely populated regions as choice hunting grounds, seeing how he is a cannibal. This theory is supported by numerous disappearances and a slew of animal attack stories that radiated from areas Blood Lust has described as his territory. (Blood Lust does not know names, but he does remember details)

The paper trail begins when several griffin guards caught Blood Lust in the act of eating another griffin. The griffins attacked immediately, as they were trained to do, which led to the "Great Rampage". It was likely the first time Blood Lust had ever faced a disciplined opponent that knew how to fight back and at least put a scratch on him. Unfortunately for many, Blood Lust suddenly discovered a passion for fighting that day.

The size and the speed of the killing easily classified as a massacre, so the Griffin Emperor dispatched his army to hunt him down and bring him in. After the slaughter of several dozen civilians and an entire battalion of his majesties armed forces, Blood Lust was exhausted. When reinforcements arrived, he was unable to keep up the fight for much longer and finally collapsed. He would awake the next day before the Griffin Emperor himself, who felt it appropriate to put the beast through a full psychological evaluation before trial.

The diagnosis: he was crazy and uncontrollable. Not even worth putting through the legal process.

Before the execution order could be completed, however, the Arena stepped in and bought Blood Lust for just over a million bits. The Arena then quickly discovered that the Emperor's doctors had been wrong and that Blood Lust could be controlled if one were willing to reason with him. The Arena did just that by making him a deal: if he cooperated and fought only in the ring for the joy of a thousand screaming fans, he'd get to kill for years to come and every opponent would offer him a challenge like he'd never faced before.

Grinning, Blood Lust accepted our offer and joined the Arena...

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Edge

Race: Diamond Dog (Doberman)

Sex: Male

Height: 5'5"

Age: 25 (requires confirmation)

Fur: Black and Brown

Eyes: Brown

Mother: Jade

Father: "Big" Rex

Place of Birth: Crystal Mines (requires confirmation)

Discipline: Unspecific Martial Art

Education: None (Self-taught)

• Medical Notes:

Intelligence: Subject shows a higher level of comprehension and desire to learn than others of his species. Whether this is a genetic phenomenon, or a rare psychological development, is unknown. (Otherwise, Edge is a healthy uninteresting Diamond Dog)

• History:

Edge was born in the caves beneath Equestrian soil (technically an Equestrian citizen). He was the runt of his litter: small, weak, and treated like little more than garbage. His father was the proud alpha of the pack and saw his own son as an insult to his strength. Edge was abused by his father and neglected by his mother, who avoided him whenever she could. The sight of him made her feel as though she had betrayed her husband simply by producing him.

When he was eight, there was a rebellion in the pack and a new alpha came to power. This new pack leader made Edge watch helplessly as he murdered his father who he loved despite his cruelty. Then, Edge was banished from the caves, a fate considered worse than death for a Diamond Dog. After all, ponies controlled the surface and there were no gems or necessities of life for their kind above. A terrified Edge, who had never seen the light of day before, was forced to march to the surface.

Edge often describes the moment as a blessing in disguise, as he had never seen a sight so beautiful as the sun or felt its warmth on his fur. Edge would come to find that outside was actually a better place than where he was banished from. However, the harrowing memories of his father being murdered haunted him. Even after finding refuge in a Manehattan orphanage, Edge felt like he was helpless against the ways of the world. And he was tired of it.

Over the next several years, Edge trained himself and worked his body into an elegant fighting marvel. He created his own combat technique that would ensure he was always in control of his own life, that the world would never again decided his fate. The fighting style he developed centered around speed and precision, leaving raw muscular development on the back burner as his own body was naturally thin. Later, he would hear rumors of organized rings where the different battle styles could clash for money and fun.

Edge fights with the hopes of improving his skills and earning a fortune that would make his late father proud. Edge is a philosophical, if not somewhat paranoid, individual. He is also one of the younger fighters, only having been in the Arena for two years. In that time, he has proven himself a dedicated and spectacular warrior. He already has a large fan-base and quite a successful record. If he can keep it up, he is likely to become one of the greatest fighters the Arena has ever seen.

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Fist (also known as Oralland Xanderfoot)

Race: Dragon

Sex: Male

Height: 6'5"

Age: 37

Scales: Blue

Eyes: Green

Family: Unknown (Refuses to say)

Place of Birth: Nest of the Western Mountains

Discipline: Magic Boxing

Education: Apprentice (Refuses to give name of dragon he studied under, see History)

• Medical Notes:

Dead Scales: Subject suffers from a dragon version of a serious skin disease which results in a constant need to shed. Unlike most dragons, his natural armor is fragile and needs to be regrown every one to two month. The shedding process for victims is incredibly painful and can last anywhere from an hour to three days. This condition has the interesting bonus of allowing the subject to heal from serious injuries (often brought on by the weak scales) far faster than normal. Unfortunately, dragons who suffer from this rare genetic disorder are not expected to live past 100. Quite young when compared to a normal dragon lifespan of 1,000 or more years.

Cursed Bones: The bones in both the subject's arms are afflicted with a condition that allows them to channel magic much like a unicorn horn does. However, the subject is only able to use a narrow variety of spells and must use larger quantities of energy than a unicorn would to activate the ability. (Dragons are the only known species that can be afflicted with this condition. Fist is an extra special case in that he has the highest percentage of bone afflicted with the condition ever recorder.)

Swollen Arms: Whenever magic is concentrated in his arms, it irritates the muscle and tissue around the bones on a cellular level. This results in a defense mechanism from the brain stimulating the muscles to grow. After several years of intense magic usage, the subject's arms have grown to five times their original size. (Regular checkups are required to determine if he is still capable of fighting. Possible surgery to remove excess muscle and tissue is still under scrutiny.)

• History:

Fist was a single child, hatched in the massive Nest of the Western Mountains. At the age of four, his parents learned he was afflicted with Dead Scales and abandoned him. Fist was soon after adopted by a powerful dragon shaman he has yet to name. This dragon raised Fist and taught him various principles of combat and the value of life. Fist also learned how to direct his magic through careful study of pony textbooks his teacher procured for him, but when Fist showed signs of slowing in his progress, his teacher commanded him to seek further instruction elsewhere. Fist left the home of his master at the age of 17 and proceeded to travel the globe in search of more training.

When he was 20, there was an outbreak of violence in Manehattan that led to a riot. After witnessing all-out chaos, Fist suffered a period of depression and doubt. He lost faith in Equestria's claims of peace and harmony, and by a chain of reasoning, believed the whole world was nothing but a large cesspool of lies beneath the images everyone had put up. Facing an internal crisis, Fist moved east into minotaur territory where he accidentally stumbled into a fight club. There, he saw warriors that would beat each other bloody for sport, then share a drink and laughs after. The sight shocked him out of his depression.

After spending three years training with minotaurs, Fist heard rumors of a great colosseum in the north known only... as the Arena. Stories began pouring in that all the world's greatest fighters were gathering to prove who was the strongest of all. After hearing a particularly spectacular tale of another dragon participating in this competition, Fist decided he had to see it for himself. He moved north into unknown territory and quickly learned that the rumors were all true.

Fist joined the Arena approximately 13 years ago, making him a Veteran. Fist fights with honor, respect, and strategy. He forms complicated plans and analyzes his opponents before battle. His systematic approach to fighting allows him to outmaneuver and defeat even the greatest champions with ease. He is the only competitor (aside from Blood Lust) to have had a perfect victory streak his first year in the ring.

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Nail

Race: Minotaur

Sex: Male

Height: 6'8" (7'4" counting horns)

Age: 58

Skin: Grey

Fur: Black

Eyes: Green

Mother: Gaia Seam

Father: Steel Anvil

Place of Birth: Manehattan

Discipline: Art of the Hammer

Education: High School (Dropped out)

• Medical Notes:

Steroids: Subject has obtained abnormally large muscular development with the assistance of various drugs. Subject also suffers from several organ complications due to his choice of lifestyle. (Although steroids are not forbidden in the Arena, they are highly shunned and seen as a sign of weakness.)

Top Heavy: The subject has focused solely on working his upper body and back, leaving his lower body and legs weak. This specialized training leaves the subject incredibly top heavy and, when combined with his small hooves, the subject has great difficulty maintaining balance. (His continued refusal to correct this error of training has led to abuse by competitors)

Brain Rot: The drugs the subject has taken over the course of his life have slowly degraded his brain. As a result, the subject is incredibly violent and incapable of higher level rational thought. Subject also has no memory of his schooling, but is able to read simple sentences. (Monthly brain scans required to monitor continued mental degeneration)

• History:

Born to a strong specimen of a father, Nail's dad was a well-known blacksmith and his mother was a seamstress. The two ran a cooperative business and were surprisingly wealthy in the competitive markets of Manehattan. Nail, however, did not like it there. He was a rebellious child who rejected school and friends, preferring to train his body in an attempt to become the strongest minotaur on Equus.

Nail was arrested numerous times for assault and attempted murder, each time only narrowly escaping incarceration. By the age of 22, he was the strongest bull in Manehattan, often hired as an "enforcer" for the multitude of mob bosses. Despite his already imposing strength, Nail decided to push his physical limits to the absolute breaking point with steroids. Truly, there would never be another minotaur as strong as he. But the government had finally had enough of him.

Nail was deported from the country at the age of 27, and Celestia herself was present to read him the conditions of his sentence. She also added a warning that he would never again hurt one of her little ponies or return to the land of his birth. In return Nail swore an oath of hatred. "One day I'll surpass even your might, Sun Princess! And when I do, I'll take your throne from you and burn your castle to the ground!" Nail joined the Arena shortly after.

For 31 years Nail has fought a bloody campaign through the Arena's best. Wielding a 200 pound homemade hammer and muscles capable of bending steel beams, Nail is a terrifying adversary. Often called "The Spirit of Vengeance", Nail never lets go of a grudge and will challenge opponents to rematches over-and-over until he wins... or is firmly humiliated into submission.

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Shock Rod

Race: Changeling

Sex: Male

Height: 4'6" (Estimated Height, subject refuses to get near a scale)

Age: Unknown (Estimated Mid-20's, subject refuses to say)

Shell: Black

Mane: Green

Eyes: Blue-Green

Family: Culicom Clan (Subject refuses to give more detail)

Place of Birth: The Hive (Subject refuses to give more detail)

Discipline: Striking Thunder (Pegasus Martial Art combined with electric magic)

Education: Home Schooled(?)

• Medical Notes:

Shell: The subject, being a changeling, is protected by a thick black shell. While nearly immune to all forms of bladed attack, as well as temperature related spells, the subject is deadly susceptible to blunt force trauma. A heavy impact will fracture his chitinous armor and cause extreme external bleeding. (The nature of the subject's organ structure renders the very concept of internal bleeding impossible. Medical staff should skip such procedures before wasting their time.)

Emotional Feeding: The subject needs a diverse diet of positive emotional energy, or appropriately converted raw magic energy, to survive. Subject should not be exposed to those feeling large amounts of anxiety, stress, anger, sadness, regret, or other "negative" emotions as these can leak into the subject and cause "food poisoning". (Shock Rod has requested that no attempts to feed him, unless he is injured beyond his ability to move, be taken. He is, quote, "a grown bug and can take care of himself".)

• History:

Shock Rod is one of very few changelings to ever compete in the Arena. Most of his species prefer to watch and bask in the positive emotions of the crowd. He is a decent sized competitor with a large assortment of moves and a knowledge of electricity few in all the world posses. Although he has only a few close victories to boast, he is without a doubt perfect Arena material. He is prideful, cocky, overconfident, and quite talkative during his fights. He is probably the youngest competitor (in terms of battles) ever to earn a title. Even if that name is: "The Great Taunt". Most fighters take at least a year to earn their first nickname, but his unique style earned it after only three wins.

Otherwise, nothing is known about this enigma. His fear that we will give any information he shares with us to Equestria has, metaphorically speaking, sealed his lips.

• Legal Reminder: All information regarding our changeling competitors is absolutely confidential and WILL NOT be shared with any outside party. Any staff who violate this policy will face steep penalties from Ulrich himself. Our changeling fighters are some of our most profitable and we will not jeopardize said profit just because Celestia throws a tiff.