Hello there, fellow reader. I am Fire Assassin, and I am here to post a prologue of a Super Smash Bros. Brawl story. As you should know however, I am in the middle of another story I am working on, which will be longer than this one. I started this as a way to keep myself busy and also have a little fun in a way. Anyway, I am accepting oc's at the bottom (Only through PM's mind you.). But first, read the prologue to understand the story. but if you don't, then I WON'T take your oc. The only way for me to take your oc is if you put the answer to this question with your submission at the top.

What is my oc's last name?

It will only be shown once, so get it right and you will be guaranteed a spot in the story.

In the middle of the night, with a loud sound of thunder being heard near a bar, a group of men drank their mugs of beer. They all sat around, talking about their day with vulgar language with zero regard of anyone by them. They had a right to do that though, or at least that what they say. They were former participants for the Smash Bros. tournament that came out three years ago. They went on to many rounds by cheating and lying, until they were beaten by Mario and a few other smashers. Since then, they've been at a local town, harassing and bullying anybody that get in there way. They simply took what they wanted and gave nothing back, and if anyone tried, they were sent to the E.R.

"You should have seen the look of this jack assess face! He was so scared I thought he wet his pants."

"Nah man, you should of ben with me when this old man wanted me to pay my tab. I sent that bastered packing!"

The men soon kept talking until the waiter came to them. She was only 16, and was very nervous. She seemed to be scared of the men, fearing that they might hurt her.

She was right…

"Hey there toots, how about we head back to my place?"

The girl got ready to back away until one of the men grabbed her arm.

"Hey, don't ignore my friend here."

"No… please let me go."

Suddenly the man got angry. He then grabbed the girl by the collar of her shirt.

"What did you just say to me, slut!?"

"No, I didn't mean to-"

Then man then raised his fist and got ready to hit her

"TOO FRIGGIN BAD!"

But right before the blow connected, a loud thump was heard. Everyone turned their heads to see a figure at the door, drenched from head to toe with water. The figure stood about 6 feet and 3 inches. It also seemed averagely fit and muscular, making people believe that it was a male. The man wore black shoes, black pants with zippers at the end of the pants and a pocket chain at the left, a black shirt, a long black coat with hoodie that has a golden symbol of angel wings on the back. he also had a large sword on his back that is 4 foot 10 inches, and a gun on his side.

The man walked to the stand, and sat down on a seat. He then pointed to the menu. The bartender saw that he pointed to some milk.

"Coming right up fella."

As the bartender left, the men from before decided to bully the new guy. How dare he just come in and act as if he is all high and mighty, stealing their spot light. They walked over to them, having three to one.

"Hello there pal. You wouldn't mind sharing that milk would ya?"

The bartender came back only to have the milk token out of his hand by one of the men, who drank the thing whole. The same man then burped right at the new comers face, with a gleeful smile while doing it too.

"Thanks pal, you are so thankful. You know we do need some cash too. Do you have any?"

The new comer then stood still as the others waited for a moment. They soon got restless as the grabbed his hood.

"Hey ass-hole, I'm talking to-"

But as soon as they pulled down his hood, the new comer reacted fast. With a swift blow, he landed a quick jab at the man's throat and finished him with a solid hit to the face. The other try to jump him, but new comer shifted his weight and span around the two. One of them turned only to meet the new comer's boot to his face, knocking him out cold. The other man then took out a knife and tried to stab the man. It hit his right arm, but the knife…broke?

"What the hell?"

The man didn't had time to say more, as the last thing he saw was a black fist before passing out.

Once the fight was over, every looked at the new comer. His skin was light and fair, and he had a light green eye on his right. His left eye however was closed for some reason. He also had dark black hair that was a little spikey and reaches to the end of his neck.

The man sat back down and spoke this time.

"Sorry for the mess. Can I order another glass of milk while I take these shit heads outside."

The bartender smiled.

"Certainly. Don't worry about the bill, it's on the house for as long you are here."

The man then smiled

"Thank you."

(20 minutes later)

"So what's your name pal?"

The man finished his cup as he looked at the man.

"James. James Artemis."

The bartender smiled as he washed his cup.

"So what bring you here, James?"

"The tournament. I heard that it was going to get ready to start up again."

"Yeah, it is. A lot of the best fighters are going to be there, all aiming to be the next smash king. Strange thing is, no one was announced as the smash king in the first place, because of that Tabuu fiasco."

At that moment, James felt his heart burned for a second. He hated hearing his name. just the very thought of him made him want to vomit. He soon regained composure though as he looked at the bartender.

"Do you know where it's being held?"

"Yes. It's off world actually, but the registration is in a town called Adonis. You head there and enter. Master hand will come get you and you'll be in the tournament."

James nodded as he gave the bartender a 50 dollar tip. "Thanks for the free drinks, but I don't want to look like a cheap slob."

The bartender chuckled as he took the money. "Fair enough, a little warning though."

James then looked at him as the bartender got serious.

"Watch your back. Not many people know this, but a lot of fighters have ended up missing. Rumors are saying that someone is taking their powers, but no one knows who or why."

James nodded in understanding as he put on his hood.

"Thanks for the info. I'll be heading off."

James then walked out of the door.

Okay, now on to the forum.

Name:

Age:

Personality:

Physical appearance:

Clothing:

Origin (which game did they come from. It can be any game, even those not in smash bros., so choose freely.):

Likes:

Dislikes:

Skills or Talents:

Weapons (if any):

Powers and or Abilities:

Backstory (include reason for entering the tournament):

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Secret moves or abilities:

Final smash:

Other:

Okay, if anyone did as I asked, then there shouldn't be any problems. See ya.