Chapter 1: Learning from Victory

I could feel the roar of the crowd reverberate through my bare feet, rippling the small puddles of blood that dotted the arena, congealing around open mouths with what little is left of their teeth glistening through the redness. Here I stood at the centre of the attention with my bleached blond hair plastered with sweat and dabbled with blood, my opponents around me broken as much as their shattered weapons, shards of various shades twinkling next to their useless handles, others are unfortunately highlighting the array of tenderised flesh and glazed eyes. I shook off the fatigue to briefly hear the chant of "Iron Paw, Iron Paw" repeated over and over again, the voices could practically knock me over now whereas 100 men with weapons failed.

I glanced around at the crowd filled audience, the satisfaction of their bloodthirst all over the thousands of faces as I stood amongst the blood soaked sand and stone. Why couldn't they simple give me the prize now rather than me standing before them? They could at least give me a damn chair or wait until tommorow! The referee (if he could be called one, he never once intervened in any of the combat, even as I destroyed a mans' shield with a single punch with the shards imbeding into his surprised expression) approached with my prize sealed away within a pristeen white envelope. I didn't want to hold it, knowing my bloodied hands would destroy its purity... wow i must be tired, that almost sounded poetic. I was starting to black out.

"And so...victor...100 all out figh...cham...scholarship to Red foun-" by that time I finally succumb to exhaustion.

I opened my brownish yellow eyes, this ride was so boring that I started to remember my crowning glory at the tournament, a shame I still ache from all the techniques I used. It wasn't just the trip to school that failed to get my attention, the company wasn't any better. My fellow students were either bragging about becoming heroes to make their daddy's proud, conversing about political rubbish their families were conducting, and nearly ALL of them fantasising about the cute girls in the other two schools they would hook up with. Mind you, there were a few promising candidates amongst the rabble that would put up a good warm-up fight.

"Tch." The indignified sound escaped from the sneer on my lips showing my annoyance. This is a school to hone battle skills, not a way to get a quick date! At least we were near the floating marvel, so I pulled on the white short sleeve jacket over my orange vest as I rose from the seat, intimidating those behind me with the beastly design of a black bear on the back. The beige baggy shorts rustling as I strolled down the vehicle, my beloved running shoes still being as silent as the day I bought them, although the colour had now been washed clean by sandy winds.

It was time to show Red Fountain a new breed of warrior, one that will shape his history with his own hands and will power! I smashed my right hand into my left palm in which both were wrapped in white bandages up to the elbow to hide a few of the numerous light scars. Although needles of pain were shooting up the whole arm I didn't care, I was feeling fired up! My wolfish grin was nearly reaching the corners of the long scar across the bridge of my nose.

Look out world, hear comes Tyro Beare, the Iron Paw of Araidis!

Hello everyone, it's 1TroublesomeGuy here, and this will be the first time I am submitting to the Winx Club section of the site (my little cousin managed to get me into it) and decided to start another OC story, as I STILL have that writers block for it. This story isn't going to be another fairy central story with witches being outcasts ans specialists being accessories, but a plot amongst all of them with a dash of teenage relationship, exploration about themselves and beliefs, and a heaping serving of vengence!

Now there are rules to it:

1) don't submit a character that has a relation to one of the main characters (as in some secret daughter/cousin/brother who appears magically) this is set in a time where the winx have left alfae, but you can use the same planet and power as them (not sparx/dragon fire)so give them a good backstory.

2) give them faults, Mary-sue's will be burned to fuel my flaming hatred of them.

3) only 3 witches, 4 specialists/wizards, 4 fairies and 2 villains will be accepted as main characters (make them as original as possible, I mean I never read of an evil fairy OC in fan fiction yet) others may make a small appearance every now and then such as teachers and other students, with their owners being mentioned at the bottom.

4)may need someone to act as a beta reader as I am unsure about most of the concepts for Winx Club

5) have fun writing

OC FORM

Name :

Age :

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes/Hates:

Beliefs:

Good traits:

Bad traits:

Dreams:

Fears:

Hobbies (1 or 2):

Clothing style:

Profession(student, teacher and/or villain):

Witch/Specialist/Fairy/Wizard:

Power/Weapon:

Transformation outfit:

Spells/Techniques:

Social position (royalty, commoner, knight, etc):

Family:

Home (include description if made up):

History:

Here is a the character that you just read.

Name : Tyro "iron paw" Beare

Age : 16

Gender: male

Appearance: dark tanned skin with short bleached blonde hair, brown/yellow eyes. Rather short stature but packed with dence muscle. Has various sizes of scars along the arms and chest, the most being on his hands. Has a fairly deep one running along the bridge of his nose.

Personality: he is incredibly passionate about everything he does, however this over enthusiasm leaves him frustrated when he doesn't get it right, often doing it again. Strong willed, a bit arrogant of himself, but is secretly insecure about how strong he is, thus the reason for his constant training. Is very protective of his friends and willing to help, but gets nervous and a little uncomfortable when it deals with stuff that requires emotional counciling like relationships. Due to upbringing he is very blunt, appearing rude and uncivilised, although can be very charismatic when with a group.

Likes: sunsets, warm places, kebabs, training, the "Rocky" films

Dislikes/hates: swimming (can't), cold weather, snow (really cold water that gets everywhere) being still for too long, reading

Beliefs: refuses to fight with a weapon, that a persons fists and will power should be all that is in a fight.

Good traits: passionate, committed, determined, wears a fierce grin at most times

Bad traits: uncaring of damage he does to himself, slightly violent, blunt, tends to "tch" when annoyed

Dreams: to become the greatest fighter in the world

Fears: overusing one of his techniques which can kill him if used long enough.

Hobbies (1 or 2): boxing (fighting style) and pottery (likes the cooling effect on his hands, and being able to create something instead of simply breaking stuff)

Clothing style: baggy vests and 3/4 length shorts, mostly orange, beige and earthy colours. Signature clothing consists of very well-used running shoes, a white short sleeved jacket with a tribal black bear design on the back, and long white medical bandages wrapped around hands and wrists.

Profession(student, teacher and/or villain): student

Witch/Specialist/Fairy/Wizard: specialist

Power/Weapon: no weapon (prefers to use hands) iron-body techniques (mental training to make the body harder, faster and stronger than already is)

Transformation Outfit: n/a

Spells/Techniques: -100 pound cannon (strengthens an arm to become 100x stronger than normal for a single punch, but causes immense pain up the limb. Can only use once a day with each arm)

-Iron skin (a passive technique that hardens the skin on the forearms, used to defend from magic and landed edges, but enough force can break through the defence. His best technique)

-Flash step (he can move at impossible speeds for less than a second and is mainly used to dodge, still needs practise)

-Burning inferno (can strengthen everything about himself by 10x, but the longer it is done, the more damage can be caused to the user, can result in death if used too much.)

Social position (royalty, commoner, Knight, etc.): commoner

Family: none, is an orphan

Home (include description if made up): Araidis (a desert/canyon-us area where the richer or better off you are the better the district you live in. Well known for yearly tournament, and it's famous bazaars.

History: Tyro never had any family, as he grew up on the streets of district 68, and became leader of other orphaned kids of the district (Naru, Lizi, Eishna, and Thom) stealing to survive. One day the group were escaping until they were caught by an old man named Lee, who paid the merchant what the stole and gave them a home. He taught them the techniques, and tyro put it to the test by joining the 100 district tournament with the prize being a paid scholarship to red fountain. Tyro was the victor and earned the name "Iron Paw", due to his surname and his fists being as strong as iron.