#Combat Sambo

[theronindiaries]

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Big things comin

#bjj #budoblr #martial arts #judo #mma #grappling #sambo #combat sambo

[commissionerjanky]

Young Kivolka Learns Combat Sambo

Original line art done by Maex-Artistry, edited and colored (poorly) by me.

Already a Boxing and Wrestling expert, the young special operative takes a look at the then fledgling martial art of Sambo. She wasn't particularly impressed at first, but then she saw its militarized variant, Combat Sambo. Seeing the incredible potential of Combat Sambo not only as a form of weaponless self-defense, but as a sport in its own right, Kivolka raced to the first instructor she can find on base who can teach her.

"This 'Combat Sambo', or at least something like it, can possibly become a huge sport someday.".

Combat Sambo would turn out to be a 'gateway' martial art for the young fighter/soldier as the hybrid nature of it encouraged her to learn more martial arts later on like Lethwei and Taekwondo.

If you want your character drawn in a gi, Maex-Artistry is your gi guy!

Kivolka Character Sheet:

#oc stuff #oc #original character #oc lore #monster girl #Kivolka Nach #dog girl #lycan #lycan oc #Combat Sambo #Gi #Combat Sports #fighter #female fighter #dark skin #white hair #muscular #amber eyes

[themsleeves]

#mma #boxing #fight #combat #sports #martial arts #ko #kickboxing #sambo #russian

[dr-grayson]

Tomorrow at 12pm EST my first grappling tutorial goes live. While my specialization and preference lies in the stand up realm. I've spent a tremendous amount of time dedicated to a well rounded overall game. I come from a fairly unique grappling background touching upon Catch Wrestling, Shooto, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and more. I look forward to sharing with you guys some of the tricks I've picked up along the way, just like the ones in this tutorial. Check it out!

#martial arts #budoblr #personal #dr-grayson #me #training #jeet kune do #mma #grappling #brazilian jiu jitsu #bjj #shooto #wrestling #submission wrestling #shoot fighting #JKD #Jun Fan Gung Fu #Combat Submission Wrestling #Judo #Sambo #youtube #tutorial #video

[mrmonster459]

MrMonster's Martial Arts Journey: Sambo

Country of Origin: Russia

History: In the 1920s, the Soviet Union’s interior ministry wanted to create a style of hand-to-hand combat that would aid The Red Army on the battlefield. Russian martial artists Viktor Spiridonov and Vasili Oshchepkov were given the task of combining the best techniques from several martial arts, including judo, Japanese jiu-jitsu, and catch wrestling to create a martial art that would make their soldiers unstoppable in any close quarters combat situation, and sambo was the end result. Even after the dissolution of The USSR, sambo continues to be practiced by The Russian Federation’s armed forces, and is now a popular sport practiced around the world.

Techniques

As both a striking and grappling martial art, sambo has a wide variety of techniques. The main ones include, but are not limited to,…

Leg Locks

Body Throws

Casting Punches

Famous practitioners

Undefeated UFC champion Khabib Nurmagomedov

Keanu Reeves, who trained sambo for the John Wick film franchise

Russian dictator president Vladimir Putin

#sambo #martial arts #martial artist #russia #mma #mmafighter #ufc #fitness #combat #combat sports #nonfiction

[vendetta-if]

Out of curiosity, what kind of hobbies and/or special interests do the various characters have?

Ooh, some I’ve touched on in other asks, but I’ll reiterate them again here in one post 😁

Ash

Clearly, for Ash, it’s trying to learn various different kinds of martial arts that can help them get the edge in battle, like Sambo, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga, etc.

Recently, they’ve been a bit interested in tinkering with their motorcycles too (although, they will never tinker with their mom’s bike). Just trying to learn more about these machines that they love. They’re not a mechanic yet, but they are learning.

But outside of combat and motorcycle related stuff, they love listening to music and they listen to a wide genre of songs, depending on their mood. They’ve tried learning guitar when they were younger, but just stopped after getting frustrated, deciding to fully dedicate themself to their training instead 😆

Maybe if they live in a more mundane life, they would be a pretty good guitarist and they would be a band kid or something 🤣

Rin

Their mom is a classically trained musician and she taught them a bit on how to read musical notes and playing piano. But eventually, they just got too busy with their studies and their increasing responsibilities that they just stopped. They’re far from good in playing piano, but they’re at least decent.

Also, it was their mother who often played classical music for them, especially whenever they had a headache after using their ability too much. To this day, they still love to listen to classical music and listen to it whenever they need to chill.

But their secret special interest is actually in cooking 😌 Whenever they can, they will try to cook their own meal, but most of the time, they can’t, so they go eat outside. They also can do a bit of baking, mostly simple stuff. Maybe one day, they’ll take a more advanced baking class (private, of course, except if MC or Ash wants to join too).

Santana

Honestly, they don’t really know. They’ve always been really busy with their job, or trying to get enough sleep. They do enjoy cooking simple but hearty home-cooked meals occasionally, mostly recipes from their mom. But they’re not as passionate in cooking compared to Rin.

Their hobby is reading novels, even if they don’t really have much time to do that ever since they started their career. They mostly read whatever that intrigues them, but mostly, those end up being fantasy or sci-fi or historical fiction.

You’d think they love to read mystery or thriller, but honestly, they are already dealing with unsolved cases almost everyday—a lot of them leaving them lie awake at night. They don’t really need to read more fictional cases.

Skylar

Their special interests are in arts stuff, especially drawing/sketching and poetry and a bit of amateur photography.

They’re pretty good in drawing and sketching, and decent in photography (mostly done on their phone for Facegram anyway), but the poetry… It’s a work in progress, alright 😂

They have a little journal book they usually bring around to do lil sketches, or write ideas, or try to write poetry. They hide it in a secure and secret place somewhere 🤭

#asks #full cast ros #ro: ash #ro: rin #ro: santana #ro: skylar #char: info #if: vendetta #vendetta if #if vendetta #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

[thefortressofscience]

Concept sketch for a SLARPG fan character I want to make. I still have no name for her, but I figure she’s an underground fighter of some sort with the title “The Queen of Combat”. Her uniform is a combination of the ones uses in Shuai Jiao, Pankration, and Sambo. 

Maybe if enough fans get together, we can make fan guilds? 

#furry #SLARPG #mimidraws

[holespoles]

Fedor Vladimirovich Emelianenko (born 28 September 1976) is a Russian former professional mixed martial artist (MMA), sambist, and judoka and politician. Emelianenko was the PRIDE Heavyweight Champion from 2003 to the organisation's closure in 2007, a four-time combat sambo world champion, and two-time Russian national judo bronze medalist, among other championships and accolades.

This is his own draw illstration !

#Fedor Vladimirovich Emelianenko #illustrations

[rd0265667]

Seeun x Reader:Deadshot

A/N: this is an AU, so some parts of Seeun's debut and career are tweaked to make things a tad more realistic

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

The world was not what it seemed, with an underworld whose roots spread further than that of Yggdrasil. The criminal underworld was a treacherous one, but one that Seeun had no choice to adapt to, seeing as how she was picked up from the streets by them, a street urchin on the brink of death, resuscitated, and molded into a weapon, only to be granted freedom from under Yggdrasil once her "debt" was paid. Seeun was trained day and night, in a course that could only be summarised as the most efficient ways to incapacitate and kill someone, training in Martial arts like Sambo, Akido, Judo, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, as well as Krav Maga. Not only that, Seeun was turned into a weapons expert, guns, Melee weapons, give Seeun a Number 2 Pencil and she'd drop bodies. With that, Seeun worked her way up the branches of Yggdrasil, becoming one of their top enforcers with deadly aim, earning her the moniker, Deadshot.

None of this was by choice of course, Seeun hated what she did. She valued human life, and while some of the people she put down were horrible people, people who deserved worse than a bullet to the head, not all of them were. Some were just in the wrong place in the wrong time, or offended the wrong person. Every time Seeun pulled a trigger, or snapped a neck, a little part of her soul died, only one thing kept her soul intact. You. Like her, you were dragged in from the streets, like her, an orphan, with no one who would miss you. Though you and Seeun were approximately the same age, you were found from the streets later than she was, making you less experienced than her. Seeing you struggle with the training as she once did, Seeun took you under her wing, helping train you, and to Seeun's surprise, gaining an unlikely friend, in the worst of places.

"I heard that Cain is sending us on a mission soon. Some crazy guy roided up with the wrong juice, makes him impervious to pain. It's gonna be tough." Seeun said as the two of you sparred, kali sticks in hand as you circled each other. "Sounds like fun." You smirked, suddenly changing your pace, catching Seeun off guard, knocking her onto the ground "Told you Sseni, You might be better with a gun, but I'm better at hand to hand combat." You chuckled, offering your hand to Seeun, helping her up as she rolled her eyes. "That was just luck, I'll kick your ass next time." Seeun said as she lightly shoved you, her head bolting to the left as the entrance to the training room opened, a messenger appearing. "Cain requires your presence in the main hall now."  The two of you shared a smile, before nodding and following the messenger. "Deadshot, Hawke. I believe you've heard what this mission will entail, here's an official brief. Your target goes by the name Samson, and he operates out of a Warehouse by the docks. Locate him and take him. Alive. That is all." Never one to waste words, Cain swiftly briefed the two agents on the mission, the two nodding as they turned to leave. "Deadshot, stay, I have need of you." Seeun turned to Y/N, nodding to you as you left the room. "What."  "As the person who trained you since we found you, I have grown a soft spot for you, so I give this advice to you. Whatever feelings you have for Y/N, lose it, kill it." Seeun wore a mask of indifference, but she was trying her best to hold together her slipping facade. Somewhere, sometime during a mission, or training, Seeun found herself falling in love with you. Your laugh, your smile, your way of holding her together, Seeun found her love in a life of death and pain, the silver lining in the sea of red. "I don't know what you're talking about." Seeun coldly replied, staring Cain dead in the eye as he chuckled. "Say whatever you want kid. I did you a favour, checked in with the Elders, this will be your last mission, then you're free. You won't be seeing Y/N anymore after this." Cain shot Seeun a small smile, Seeun recoiling in shock, but nodded. "Before you go, take it from someone who's been here far too long. For people like us, Love is like a bullet to the brain."

"Sseni, you feeling alright? You've been oddly silent this whole ride." You asked, your eyes not leaving the knife you twirled in your hand as you ran a cloth over it. "This is going to be my last mission." Seeun blurted out, unable to keep the secret to herself while her mind was deep in thought on her conversation with Cain. On the one hand, Seeun was glad to be done with this life, the killing, the missions, but on the other hand, Seeun would never see you again. Until the elders set you free, but who knows how long that would take? "Oh, that's great Sseun! You get to go live that life you've always wanted to!" You excitedly cheer, finally sheathing your knife, jumping towards Seeun and throwing her into a hug. "Yeh." Was all Seeun could mutter, because somewhere along the way, the life that Seeun wanted to live would not be one she wanted at all, if you weren't in it. "Deadshot, Hawke, 2 minutes out." The driver said, pounding on the wall between his seat and the two of you nodded, Seeun brandished her modified assault rifle and you primed your electric bites, hopping off the van, then getting to high ground, surveying the warehouse. Seeun flicked her infrared goggles down, surveying the warehouse. "Target is with 4 of his men, lightly armed, Hawke, head to Breach Point Alpha, then enter on my signal. Take down the men, then take on Samson, I'll cover you then join." You nodded,  bolting to the other exposed window, waiting for Seeun's nod, then jumping in, shooting 2 electric bites at the men, stunning them while they convulsed, allowing you to easily knock them down, other two falling to the ground, Seeun's marksmanship showing itself. "I didn't expect Yggdrasil here so soon." Samson said with a smug smile. Jumping towards him, you shot a bite at him, but he chuckled shrugging it off. Redoubling your efforts, you charged at Samson, drop kicking him, then flicking a flechette at him, which stabbed him in the shoulder, but it seemed to have no effect on him. "Didn't your beloved elders brief you, I don't feel pain anymore, and he who doesn't feel pain, can't be beat." He proclaimed with his arms out, before bum rushing you, his speed astonished you as you only barely got out of his way, his shoulder grazing you and sending you back a few feet. Brushing it off, you charged at Samson, engaging in a fierce duel as you dodged, parried and weaved, trying to find a weak spot, but none presented itself, and you soon found yourself on the ground. "Deadshot, I can't get a hit on this guy, he just keeps getting up." You shouted into the comms "Hold him down, I need a clean shot." Seeun said, you followed her as you saw the glare from her scope "Negative Deadshot, we need him alive."  "Hold him down Hawke, trust me." Nodding, you lunged at Samson once again, but instead of going for his body, you went for his joints, grappling around him, eventually holding him in a lock. Holding Samson in place, you saw 4 quick flashes, seeing Samson's limbs light up, blood splattering, and you suddenly felt less resistance. Letting go of Samson, his body dropped to the ground, struggling but unable to get up. "What did you do?" You asked in the comms, Seeun grappling down to you. "Just because he can't feel his tendons being torn, doesn't mean he doesn't need them. Let's get him to the van Hawke." Seeun smirked, helping you as you restrained Samson, depositing him in the van

The day went by in a blur. After taking Samson down, you delivered him to the elders, then helped Seeun pack. It was a tearful goodbye to say the least, in her time in Yggdrasil, in her time of knowing you, Seeun always wanted so badly to tell you how she felt. Seeun's heartbeat wouldn't quicken when entering a room full of deathtraps, but it would do somersaults when she looked at you. As the two of you sat in her room, she wanted so very much to tell you everything, how she felt about you. "Sseni, you okay? You look constipated. It's actually kinda funny." You giggled as you looked as Seeun's face, Seeun rolling her eyes as she motioned for you to sit beside her. "I need to tell you something Y/N." Seeun said, putting her hand on your shoulder. You hummed, sitting next to her and laying on her shoulder, which did not help Seeun. "Umm, so I wanted to tell you, that we've known each other for so long, and I think we've spent alot of time together, and we're close, an-" Seeun tried to talk, but she choked on every word she tried, and you giggled at her antics "Calm down Sseni, breathe." You put your hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, though it backfired in a spectacular fashion. This was it, Seeun knew she wouldn't be able to do it if she tried to do it slowly. "I think I'm in love with you." Seeun quickly blurted out, and you tensed up on her shoulder You slowly got up from her, turning to her with a serious look on your face, a face Seeun had only seen when the two of you were on missions. "I guess I knew." You whispered. On a certain level, you always knew. It was in your training to know what was happening everywhere around you, so it was hard to miss Seeun's glances when she would stare at you when you trained, or her shortened breaths when you leaned on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Sseni, but I don't think I can do this." You whispered. "Does that mean you don't feel the same way?" Seeun closed her eyes, turning away, not willing to bear what came next. "No, it doesn't mean that, but...I can't do it while I'm still in this...place. Once I'm free, we'll have this conversation alright?" You turned, leaving a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll wait for you." Seeun whispered as you left the room "See you soon Sseni." 

As Seeun left Yggdrasil, she was stopped by Cain, who pulled Seeun aside. "The elders would like to thank you for your service all these years. You have been one of our finest agents since Penumbra. And for that, they've allowed me to extend you a courtesy." Cain handed Seeun a phone, and on it she saw one contact. Cain's "I know you're stubborn, you and Hawke will most likely not let this go. I'll keep you posted on Hawke. Now go, live a life, a good one. Good luck kid." Seeun nodded, thanking Cain before heading out of the base.

"Thank you so much!" Seeun excitedly replied, before hanging up and squealing, excited to hear that her application into High Up Entertainment was excited. As she was lying down on her bed, excited about finally being able to be an idol, a career she had always been interested in, her burner chimed. "Hawke's been doing well, she's risen to the top of Yggdrasil. She should be out soon." Things couldn't get better, Seeun was ecstatic as not only was she achieving a sense of normalcy, you were going to be free soon, and the two of you could live together, the plan was perfect.

"Seeun, how are you not exhausted?" Isa exclaimed as Seeun shrugged, chuckling as Isa nudged her on the shoulder, other trainees looking at Seeun in shock, murmuring and questioning how she was not tired after hours on hours of practice and training. "Seeun-unnie, your special phone rang!" Yoon exclaimed as she ran to Seeun, phone in hand. "Thank you Ja Yun." Seeun excitedly jumped up, opening the messages "There's chatter amongst the elders of an upcoming mission being Hawke's last, data retrieval then assassination of Kim Chaewon." Seeun was conflicted. On the one hand, she knew who Kim Chaewon was. She was a Chaebol, but worked for the good of the people. She was a philanthropist, who took care of the poor, and to assassinate her, it would be a crime, a sin. But on the other hand, this meant she could be with Y/N. Finally, after 2 years of waiting. She could hardly wait

"Okay girls, great work today, have a good rest, the company should be sending someone over to pick us up." Sumin talked to the girls, pulling Yeeun in as the exhausted girl leaned on the leader. Seeun tossed a bottle of water to Sieun, chuckling as she watched her chug the entire bottle. Resting on her chair, Seeun's phone chimed, could it finally be time? "Hawke's been stalling her mission. The elders suspect foul play, or a change of heart. For both your sakes, I hope that Hawke completes her mission with haste."  Seeun gripped the phone tightly, wishing from the bottom of her heart that the elders were wrong. From the back of her pocket, Seeun took out a picture, one she had taken after sending a PI after Chaewon. "Woah, who's that!" Isa exclaimed as she rushed to Seeun's side. "Just someone I know." Seeun answered, eyes trained on the picture "She's cute." Isa commented, raising her hands up in surrender when Seeun shot her a dirty look. "You're not wrong." Seeun chuckled, looking forlornly at the picture in her hand. "Why haven't you asked her out yet?" Isa teased, nudging Seeun on the shoulder, a sense of sadness washing over Seeun. "There's certain restrictions for now, but soon, I'll ask her out soon. Don't you worry about it Chae." "You've got to introduce us, alright?" Isa asked, small smile on her face, happy to know her friend had someone special. "Of course." 

"I need to go, now!" Seeun shouted, her eyes locked on her phone in fear as she called for Sumin. "Unnie, I need to leave, it's an emergency." "Wha- Seeun, we have a performance soon, the manager won't let you leave." Sumin looked at Seeun in confusion, partly worried about what had her friend so spooked "Please." Seeun pleaded, and Sumin finally relented. Seeun nodded, sprinting out of the room as she headed back to headquarters, running into her old mentor and handler. "Deadshot, you can't be here." Cain warned, knowing what Seeun had come back for. "I need to talk to the elders, please." Seeun pleaded with Cain, panic bubbling in her chest. "Seeun, are you sure you want to do this. The elders aren't people you want to owe." Cain warned, unwilling to see someone he had grown to care for throw herself into such a dangerous situation. "Please, Cain." Seeun asked once again. After deep thought, Cain nodded, making a call on his phone, then leading Seeun down the hallway. Seeun entered the room to see 4 people, sat behind a table as they stared her down. "Elders, I'm here to plead for leniency for Hawke." Seeun said, bowing down at the 4 figures. "Hawke has betrayed us, and forsaken her mission because she fell in love with her target. She has put Yggdrasil at risk, she must be put down." One of the figures spoke, causing Seeun to panic. "There has to be a way to pardon her. Both Hawke and I have done so much for Yggdrasil." "You have, but that does not change the fact that insubordination must be punished." In her desperation, Seeun proposed a compromise. "I'll do it! I'll finish Hawke's mission, then we'll leave, Yggdrasil will not be in danger. I'm one of the best agents in the history of Yggdrasil, putting me on this mission is as close to a surefire as you're gonna get." Hearing this proposal, the first elder raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by the propostion. "You got out Deadshot. You have a life now, as a celebrity I believe. Doing this will jeopardise your life. Do you understand the risks?" The elder questioned, Seeun nodding. She'd do anything to get Y/N out of danger. The 4 elders looked to each other, murmuring and discussing, before finally nodding. "The elders accept your proposal, Hawke will be spared and released, contingent on the elimination of Kim Chaewon." "Thank you."

"Ms Kim will be making a public appearance in 2 days. Be warned though, Hawke knows that the company will not cease in their assault on Ms Kim, and she knows how our agents operate, so there will be tons of security. Good luck Deadshot." Cain gave a quick brief, rolling a map across the table and leaving Seeun a key. Grabbing the key, Seeun turned, opening the drawers behind her, retrieving her modified assault rifle, the weapon of her torment, but just one more time. This was all just for one more time.  "This is going to be a mistake. Do you really think Hawke will go with you after you kill her lover in cold blood?" Cain questioned, looking at Seeun in pity. "I have to, I'm doing this to keep her alive." Seeun whispered.

The sickening crunch and crack of bones filled the empty room, the body of security hired to protect the event Chaewon was hosting collided with the wall, then collapsing onto the ground. Seeun quickly found a perch offering her an eyeline to the podium, setting up her rifle bipod, proning to get a good eyeline on Chaewon. After minutes of waiting, Chaewon finally emerged from the building, shadowed by you as you looked around carefully. Seeing you, Seeun froze. She hadn't seen you in 3 years, and you hadn't changed one bit. You still looked every bit as radiant as the day Seeun left. Seeun quickly shook it off, refocusing as she scoped in onto Chaewon. Seeun took a deep breath, her scope trained onto Chaewon, then pulled the trigger.

The world came crashing down around her, widespread panic ensued, as medics crowded around the fallen body, cries of despair filling the area, and Seeun fell back in shock. How did this happen? No. No. No. This was not supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to see the glare, you weren't supposed to know someone else had a sniper to Chaewon. You weren't supposed to be fast enough. You saw the glare, and immediately recognised what it was, charging at Chaewon to get her down, and out of the sniper's view. But it all happened too late. Chaewon was safe, but on top of her, laid your limp body, blood spurting from your neck as Chaewon screamed. From her rooftop, Seeun fell back in shock, panic and despair filling her body as she stared at her mess, the consequences of her actions dawning upon her, your lifeless body being the only thing Seeun could see, letting out a scream of pure agony. Seeun then felt a searing pain in her abdomen, her scream alerting other members of security to her position, and they swiftly took her down. But Seeun didn't care. What was the point of life if you weren't in hers? Seeun didn't want to live without you. As she laid on the rooftop, breathing laboured and raggedy, she realised that Cain was right. About you, and about her.

For people like you and Seeun, Love was like a bullet to the brain

#angst #rd0265667 #seeun #seeun x reader #yoon seeun x reader #stayc x reader #stayc seeun #seeun fanfic #yoon seeun fanfic #stayc yoon seeun fanfic #stayc fanfic

[crescent-lockhart97]

Random First Class Trio Headcanon #2: Hobbies & Skills

Genesis is good at calligraphy, and it shows in his penmanship: the strokes, loops, and lines are so clean and precise, almost methodical. He still has the calligraphy set gifted to him by his foster parents when he became SOLDIER 1st Class, and he uses it to send them artfully crafted letters.

Out of the three, Angeal is most proficient in hand-to-hand combat (while Genesis specializes in magic and Sephiroth has the best swordsmanship). His favorite disciplines are jiu-jitsu, judo, sambo, boxing, and wrestling—all of which allow him to make good use of his strong limbs and hulking build.

Although he doesn't use the skill in battle (and really, he doesn't have to), Sephiroth is scarily proficient in archery—thanks to the combined efforts of his enhanced senses and lots of practice—and can easily adapt to different bows. This has greatly helped with his focus and coordination.

When he's not training, reading LOVELESS, or practicing calligraphy, Genesis is busy honing his mixology skills (which is not surprising considering this is the same guy that invented the Banora White juice). He finds the process itself fascinating: the idea of experimenting with different ingredients, techniques, and tools to come up with diverse types of drinks. (Somebody make a modern AU where Genesis takes mixology classes from Tifa🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻) This skill perfectly complements Angeal's expertise in the kitchen, and the trio often get together in Angeal's room to have a nice meal with drinks during their downtime.

Sephiroth secretly writes novellas; he finds the activity a great outlet for his thoughts and feelings. They're mostly grim and dark in terms of plot, however. But, most surprisingly, he's also an avid reader of erotica (a fact that Genesis eventually discovers, much to his chagrin), and often jerks off to them. As stoic as he may be, he still has needs.

When he's off duty, Angeal conducts self-defense classes for women. He gives them safety tips and teaches them how to break free from locks and holds, where are the best places to strike, and how to use their environment to their advantage. As a result, many of his students joined his fanclub as a show of their gratitude.

#genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #sephiroth crescent #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #ffviir #ff7r #ff7 remake #ffvii remake #crisis core #crisis core reunion #ff7 headcanon #ffvii headcanon #final fantasy headcanons #headcanons #ff7 headcanons #ffvii headcanons

[justabigoldnerd]

More Winged Spies Ramblings!!!

So you know how in the end credits, Illya's combat experience lists "Russian Sambo Champion RNS 1953, Judo 4th Dan" which is (I THINK, I know nothing about it lol), martial arts??

In the Winged People AU, do you think there would be a separate Aerial Martial Arts for combat in the sky, or would that just be naturally included in the regular Martial Arts??

Either way, Illya can do an aerial version of that fucking drop, summersault, take down move, whatever-its-called from the bathroom scene. I imagine he sinks his talons into their flesh and folds his wings to just drop, using the plummet to wrap around his opponent like he did to Solo, extending his wings again at the last possible second and landing gracefully with their target in trembling (or straight up unconscious) tow lol

#the man from uncle #tmfu #illya kuryakin #tmfu movie #winged people

[oftrances]

⊠    ɪᴅ  .  .  .  ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ    ››    [    dev patel   /      35    /    nonbinary    /    he + they    ]   mercy  headquarters  is  pleased  to  officially  introduce  URIEL  LAKHANI.  they  have  been  apart  of  the  organization  for  seventeen  years,  serving  as  FIELD  AGENT  agent  and  has  been  assigned  the  codename  AGENT  SERAPH.  it's  worth  noting  that  their  file  indicates  they  have  undergone  the  solaris  treatment  and  host  SHADOW  MANIPULATION  /  DARKNESS  MIMICRY.  according  to  our  dossier,  the  agent  exhibits  a  combination  of  PATIENT  and  ALOOF  traits,  fitting  for  someone  reminiscent  of  waking  up  with  your  heart  pounding  in  your  chest  after  a  night  of  running  from  your  deepest  fears,  knowing  that  your  patience  is  more  the  vice  of  a  trained  killer  than  the  virtue  of  a  saint  and  the  faint  chanting  of  uncertain  prayers  heard  through  paper-thin  walls  .  prior  to  embarking  on  any  mission,  the  find  solace  in  listening  to  the  song  “he loves me (lyzel in e flat)“  by  JILL  SCOTT.

BASIC INFORMATION   :  

full  name  :  uriel  lakhani  .  name  meaning  :  of  hebrew  origin  meaning  “  god  is  my  light  ;  flame  of  god.  “  .  nickname(s)  :  urie  .  age  :  thirty-five  .  date  of  birth  :  november  third  .  hometown  :  london,  england  .  current  location  :  the  apex city ,  washington  .  ethnicity  :  gujarati  indian  .  nationality  :  english  .  gender  :  demiman  .  pronouns  :  he  /  they  .  orientation  :  panromantic  -  demisexual  .  religion  :  hindu  .  occupation  :  field agent for mercy  ,  neighborhood  handyman  .  living  arrangements  :  a  third  floor  apartment  .  language(s)  spoken  :  english  ,  gujarati  .  accent  :  english  .  

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE   :  

face  claim  :  dev  patel  .  hair  color  :  black  .  eye  color  :  dark  brown  .  height  :  six  foot  two  inches  /  one  -  hundred  and  eighty  -  seven  centimeters  .  weight  :  one  -  hundred  and  fifty  pounds  /  sixty  -  eight  kilograms  .  build  :  lean,  toned  mesomorph  .  tattoos  :  none  .  piercings  :  none  .  clothing  style  :  casual  clothes  are  limited  to  comfortable  wear  .  soft  and  slightly  oversized  sweaters  that  he  pulls  at  to  cover  an  exposed  shoulder  ,  comfortable  slacks  and  slippers  or  slides  .  mostly  earth  tones  or  deep  maroons  .  their  combat  gear  is  in  all  black.  tight  and  long  sleeve  turtlenecks  with  stylized  cargo  pants  .  a  pair  of  leather  gloves  and  boots  with  a  number  of  his  signature  weapons  ,  ballistic  switchblades,  carried  on  his  person  .  usual  expression  :  soft  smile  .  distinguishing  characteristics  :  floppy  hair  ,  faint  freckles  ,  beauty  marks  ,  uneven  blink  .  

HEALTH   :  

physical  ailments  :  none  .  neurological  conditions  :  none  .  mental  health  :  maladaptive  daydreaming  ,  depersonalisation  disorder  .  allergies  :  none  .  sleeping  habits  :  chronic  nightmares,  insomnia  .  can  stay  awake  for  days  until  their  body  gives  out  .  eating  habits  :  vegetarian  due  to  religion  .  exercise  habits  :  very  strict  workout  and  training  regime  that  includes  cardio  and  lifting  .  body  temperature  :  hot-natured  .  addictions  :  cheese  .  will  actually  eat  an  entire  bag  of  shredded  cheese  in  one  sitting  .  drug  use  :  none  .  alcohol  use  :  none,  due  to  religion  .  skills  :  knife  combat  ,  sambo  ,  savate  ,  skilled  marksman  .  

PERSONALITY   :  

general  :  enigmatic  and  aloof  ;  always  hard  to  guess  what’s  going  through  his  head  .  enjoys  listening  and  coexisting  ,  doesn’t  like  sharing  or  public  speaking  .  green  flag  :  never  too  proud  to  apologize  .  red  flag  :  holds  grudges  .  label  :  the  atoner  .  mbti  :  the  consul  .  natal  chart  :  scorpio  sun  ,  capricorn  moon  ,  capricorn  rising  .  positive  traits  :  patient  ,  adaptable  ,  compassionate  ,  gentle  and  hard-working  .  negative  traits  :  aloof  ,  deceitful  ,  doubtful  ,  secretive  and  timid  .  goals  /  desires  :  inner  peace  and  freedom.  he  wants  to  find  out  who  he  is  outside  of  serving as a field agent  .  memories  are  adjusted  and  this  desire  is  forgotten  ,  but  it  always  comes  creeping  back  .  fears  :  the  idea  of  fully  losing  himself  .  when  he  looks  in  the  mirror  ,  he  doesn’t  recognize  the  person  who  stares  back  .  hobbies  :  reading  beautiful  poetry  (  and  the  resulting  toxic  trait  that  tells  him  he  can  write  some  just  like  it  )  ,  cooking  ,  gardening  ,  making  tea  .  habits:  cracking  his  knuckles  ,  scratching  at  the  back  of  his  neck  ,  pinching  his  arm  to  wake  from  a  daydream  .

POWERS :

shadow manipulation + darkness mimicry — ( eyes mention + body horror tw ) the ability to not only manipulate and control shadows , but to take the form of darkness personified . they are able to travel from shadow to shadow , giving them a high mobility stat and especially making them a threat in highly shadowed areas , as well as at night . uriel's power not only gives the ability to access the shadows , but also a shadow realm where he is able to summon the assistance of creatures made of shadow for ranged / zoned combat . he has the ability to make clones of shadow that can assist him in battle as well , making any battle against him a one to many . he always says that he works better by himself , as he is his own army .

however , the more clones he summons , the more disfigured they become . two or three might match his appearance perfectly , however more may appear less human entirely with features such as black eyes ( or multiple eyes entirely ) , uncontrollable tremors or rows of teeth . uriel's own shadow acts as a portal that he can retreat into when they need to escape , however , the shadow realm , the source of his powers , is a dangerous place to inhabit for both the people he pulls into it as well as himself for long periods of time . the shadows become hostile and hungry and will turn on him at and show . the weaker or more injured he is , the least likely he is to rely on his abilities and instead he will turn to physical combat , something he is very skilled in .

he can mimic the creatures of the dark , including gaining access to shapeshift into them temporarily to gain flight from a winged form , swim into the depths and form a spiked armor around his person . his power's main benefit depends on his ability to collaborate with the darkness itself . it admires power and requires him to stay alert . this fear of being consumed contributes to his insomnia and the need to resist his maladaptive daydreaming , as there have been times when they are fading and have nearly been absorbed into the shadows as prey .

POWER INSPIRATION :

noob saibot ( mortal kombat ) + zato 1 ( guilty gear strive ) .

HISTORY   :  

𝐈.   you  cannot  remember  your  mother’s  face  but  you  can  remember  how  the  nightmare  you  had  at  age  six  left  an  impression  on  you  .  you  were  timid  and  mostly  quiet  save  for  the  sound  of  small  sniffles  .  god  ,  they’d  say,  this  just  wouldn’t  do  .  how  could  you survive this new world  when  you  were  so  full  of  water  that  it  threatened  to  pull  you  under  ?  how  could  they  convince  you  to  find  purpose  when  what  you  really  craved  was  comfort  ?  the  blank  faces  of  your  parents  manifested  as  shadows  in  your  nightmares  and  you  would  run  from  them  until  you  reached  what  felt  like  the  very  edge  of  your  mind  .  with  nowhere  left  to  go,  you  would  jump  off  the  ledge  to  the  nothing  that  awaited  you  and  wake  up  with  a  gasp  before  you  could  hit  the  bottom  .  it  was  not  real  ,  you  tell  yourself.  nothing  is  real  .  

however ,  during  the  day  ,  you  were  consumed  by  daydreams  that  felt  too  real  –  more  real  than  the  small  rations  that  you  were  given  when  you  sat  shoulder  to  shoulder  with  the  other  children  .  more  real  than  the  itchy  and  paper-thin  blanket  that  was  too  short  to  cover  both  your  arms  and  your  feet  .  daydreams  were  blissful  breaks  from  your  harsh  reality.  the  parents  you  ran  from  in  your  nightmares  stood  in  your  daydreams  with  their  arms  outstretched  and  wearing  the  faces  of  the  people  you  trusted  ;  people  like  the  lady  that  gave  you  her  spring  rolls  or  the  old  man  that  let  you  have  the  comics  section  of  his  newspaper  .  the  maladaptive  daydreaming  may  have  been  a  coping  mechanism  ,  a  method  of  dealing  with  the  cruelty  of  life  in  .  in  a  place  so  bleak  and  grim,  you  were  the  child  that  dared  to  dream  ,  so  much  so  that  it  was  quickly  recognized  as  something  you  would  have  to  be  conditioned  to  hate  in  order  for  you  to  be  of  any  use  .  

𝐈𝐈.   the  introduction  of  memory  adjustments  made  it  more  difficult  to  tell  what  was  real  .  they  robbed  you  of  your  escapes,  associating  your  daydreams  with  pain  until  your  brain  made  the  two  synonymous  .  through  your  treatments  ,  your  memory  was  wiped  so  aggressively  that  you  did  not  remember  the  face  of  the  spring  roll  lady  or  the  newspaper  man  .  you  did  not  remember  any  of  the  faces  that  the  mannequins  who  served  as  your  parents  wore  –  you  could  not  even  recognize  the  person  that  you  saw  in  the  mirror  .  for  days  ,  you  refused  to  sleep  ;  you  were  tired  of  running  from  creatures  that  you  feared  .  you  began  begrudgingly  to  pinch  yourself  out  of  your  daydreams  and  you  fought  sleep  until  you  collapsed  .  all of the phantoms of your past were replaced by a woman cloaked in white , telling you it would be okay , promising to help you find purpose . to embrace reality instead of fear it .

the  hallucinations  began  shortly  after  due  to  your  lack  of  sleep  .  your  growing  depersonalisation  disorder  makes  it  feel  as  though  you  are  constantly  having  an  out  of  body  experience  ;  as  if  you’re  sharing  your  body  with  a  stranger .  no  amount  of  pinching  your  arm  wakes  you  from  this  dream.  you  scream,  but  only  your  conscience  can  hear.  you  try  to  summon  tears ,  but  they  don’t  dare  fall  from  where  they  gather  at  the  corner  of  your  eyes .  nothing  is  real .  your  arms  sit  at  your  sides  and  your  spine  is  straight  as  you  take  orders  from  your  caretaker .  the  kitchen knife  that  they  place  in  your  hand  weighs  it  down  ,  but  the  sleek  metal  feels  familiar  (  as  if  it  should  have  been  there  all  along  )  .  you  fight  for  control  ,  telling  yourself  that  you  are  someone  ,  even  if  it  means  so  little  ,  you  are  the  one  that  is  full  of  water  and  whimsy  .  you  look  in  the  mirror  hoping  to  find  remnants  of  the  stubborn  daydreamer  .  for  a  moment  ,  you  swear  you  can  feel  them  ,  the  tears  finally  falling  from  the  pools  collected  at  the  corners  of  your  eyes  ,  but  when  you  look  in  the  mirror  to  confirm  ,  your  reflection  smiles  back  ,  eyes  dry  and  that  knife  from  earlier  sitting  snug  in  their  hand  .  nothing  is  real  .  nothing  is  real  .  nothing  is  real  , but you must find purpose .  you see mercy as something to finally ground your feet . you make yourself available to them fresh out of high school , in fact , it's the only cause that motivates you to leave the life of an orphan with your head in the clouds behind . those phantoms seem so far now.

𝐈𝐈𝐈.   years  pass  you  by  .  with  the  frequent  assignments  and  memory  therapy  ,  you  find  yourself  unable  to  recall  the  last  few  years  of  your  life  .  you  have  traveled  all  over  the  world  as  a  field  agent  ,  though  the  moniker  ‘  sereph  ‘  seems  more  fitting  . the angel who brings the end with blades in hand and shadows bending to your command .  years  of  questioning  have  broken  the  cage  that  your  conscience  rested  in  for  so  many  years  and  you  begin  to  hesitate  ,  to  question .  every  assignment  that  follows  takes  a  piece  of  you  ;  that  knife  feels  more  of  an  extension  of  yourself  than  a  tool  and  you  wish  to  put  it  down  for  good .  over  time ,  you  find  yourself  feeling  jealousy  towards  the  retired  agents  , but  you  only  dare  to  voice  it  in  silent  prayers  .  you could never bring yourself to leave , this life had defined you .  you  try  to  piece  together  the  lost  memories  ,  to  cypher  through  what  is  real  and  what  is  a  nightmare  .  your  daydreams  return  more  aggressively  with  every  session  ,  trapping  you  in  a  sense  of  sleep  paralysis  that  your  pinches  cannot  break .  you've fallen into a system with your duty to mercy . complete a mission , wash it off of you then lay on bended knees and flat palms and pray for forgiveness . you  hold  on  tight  to  the  memories  that  you  do  have  and  listen  to  your  conscience  as  it  repeats  three  sayings  that  leave  your  hallowed  mind  bewildered.

this  is  just  a  dream  .  

answer the call of duty ; your purpose  .  

nothing  is  real  .

HEADCANONS   :  

staring  off  into  space  ,  tipping  his  head  to  the  side  and  twirling  a  piece  of  his  hair  around  his  finger  are  all  indications  that  he  is  maladaptive  daydreaming  .  hallucinates  when  they  have  been  awake  for  a  few  days  at  a  time  .  can  figure  out  how  to  fix  just  about  anything  (  but  swears  he’s  just  a  professional  google  searcher  )  .  always  carries  at  least  three  switchblades  on  his  person  .  has a green thumb and  a  whole  vegetable  garden  in  the  landlord’s  front  yard  .  soft spoken , easiest way to get him to speak is to corner him with questions . very religious ; he'll still take a life without blinking , but he will pray for forgiveness later that night and morning .

WANTED CONNECTIONS   :  

WATER IS POWERFUL   :   urie  has  always  heard  that  he  is  full  of  so  much  water  ,  that  there  is  no  place  for  dreamers  and  sniffles  in  mercy  .  however  ,  your  muse  has  become  a  support  system  for  him  by  encouraging  his  dreams  and  telling  him  that  his  aspirations  of  a  life  outside  of  being  a  field agent  are  more  possible  than  he  may  think  .  so  what  if  he’s  all  water  ?  water  breaks  dams  and  cuts  paths  through  solid  stone .  water  is  powerful .  

JUST CHECKING IN   :   you  live  in  the  same  apartment  complex  in  the  apex city  with  him  ,  in  the  apart ment  right  next  to  him  ,  actually  .  you  both  live  quiet  lives  to  where  a  routine  morning  for  you  involves  the  sound  of  him  whispering  prayers.  night  for  you  is  hearing  him  hum  while  he  chops  vegetables  through  the  paper-like  walls.  you’ve  fallen  into  this  routine  with  each  other  as  you  now  find  comfort  in  the  other’s  small  presence.  the  next  morning  ,  instead  of  the  prayers  that  you  have  come  to  use  as  a  personal  alarm  clock  ,  you  hear  the  sound  of  crying  ;  small  and  muffled  ,  but  there  .  

THE PACT   :   you  are  the  only  person  he  has  ever  told  .  he  tried  to  push  it  off  as  a  joke  ,  but  no  one  jokes  about  retiring  from  mercy  .  “  i  don’t  think  i  could  ever  do  it  alone  .  “  he  muses  with  a  soft  smile  .  “  what  if  i  do  it  with  you  ?  “  you  ask  .  only  silence  follows  .  

TAXES AND LAUNDRY   :   being  with  you  was  the  closest  he  ever  got  to  some  semblance  of  whatever  ‘  normal  ‘  could  or  should  have  been  .  sadly  ,  it  is  just  one  of  the  many  memories  that  have  been  taken  from  him  over  the  years  .  being  forgotten  is  painful  ,  but  there’s  something  that  keeps  bringing  him  back  to  you  .  you  just  keep  meeting  .  you  can  be  mad  at  the  lives  that  were  given  to  you  ,  or  fate  or  even  him  .  maybe  he’ll  eventually  understand  why  him  saying,  “  in  another  life,  i  would  have  really  liked  just  doing  laundry  and  taxes  with  you  .  “  instantly  brings  tears  to  your  eyes.  

AND WE DESERVE TO DIE   :   perhaps mercy  has  wronged  you  in  so  many  ways  .  rather  you  are  an  field agent or otherwise  yourself  ,  you  have  done  your  time  and  you  want  out  .  you  confide  in  him  and  are  relieved  when  he  supports  you  ,  but  later  that  night  you  are  heartbroken  to  see  that  they  are  the  one  to  stop  you  and  bring  you  back  .  this  betrayal  is  something  that  you  refuse  to  forgive  him  for  ,  as  he  ruined  your  only  chance  at  freedom  .  

I DON'T THINK THAT'S SILLY AT ALL   :   you  are  someone  that  he  calls  his  best  friend  .  you  have  been  around  for  as  long  as  his  spotty  memory  can  recall  .  you’re  someone  that  encourages  his  daydreaming  ,  swatting  his  hands  away  when  he  goes  to  pinch  his  arm  and  asking  them  about  what  they  see  .  the  vivid  and  imaginative  imagery  that  he  provides  allows  you  to  fade  into  a  dreamland  that  you  have  created  for  just  the  two  of  you  .  

#URIEL / INTRO. #mercyorg:intro

[warwidcw]

Combat Style

The Black Widow is known for being one of the most proficient fighters in the Marvel Universe, alongside Steve Rogers. She is trained in every known form of combat, and has a few notable types that she relies on often, based on the posing.

Russian Sambo: Russian Sambo is a form of martial arts, created in the Soviet Union in 1938. It relies on throws, pins, and joint locks. It permits leg attacks, such as takedowns, kicks and ankle locks/knee bars. Natalia has used this various times to throw or flip her enemies.

Taekwondo: Taekwondo is a Korean martial art. It focuses on kicks, hand movements and grappling techniques. This is what Natalia uses when she kicks a taller opponent in the face. She also uses this style for flip and jump kicks.

Shinobi iri: While not a combat style, Natalia has used this to sneak up on and/or attack her opponents from behind in a dark environment. A good example of this is her surprising Bucky Barnes by appearing behind him from the shadows and covering his mouth, holding a knife to his throat.

Acrobatics: Being trained in gymnastics and acrobatics, Natalia uses this in combat to evade enemies. She will even use it to avoid gunfire. She's used it multiple times to land when repelling from buildings with her grappling hook from her wrist gauntlets.

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[fagcrisis]

i loved my sambo trainer actually like he was completely insane but also the funniest man i've ever met. also despite me training with him for many years starting when i was 9 he never actually learned by name because he always called people either by just their surnames or by a nickname and i got the nickname treatment because i bit someome so he started calling me a dog. and then kept it up for eight whole years even though i am so human and not canine biologically speaking and i don't bite anymore. but he was fun and also had this thing where like for most of the years there wasn't a combat sambo league where we were so he just decided to go "no training for competition you're going to learn how to beat people up for real like i did in the army no need to get a uniform." which i did appreciate but again is only useful in very specific situations like being someome with a propensity for fighting people when mildly drunk. anyway he is a legend but he was also a "walk it off" guy when it came to concussions so it's incredible to me that he never got sued because of that. anyway i had to leave due to being really broke and busy but i shall return to boris and his weird dungeoney sambo gym

HE SOUNDS INCREDIBLE YOU HAVE TO GO BACK TO BORIS. I LOVE THIS MAN

#dog is a funny nickname also could get a gender out of that #rumini a zúzmaragyarmaton