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| Topic Started: Jun 14 2011, 07:22 AM (569 Views) | |
| BannedUub | Jun 14 2011, 07:22 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Character you wish to be: Uub![]() [/align] Planet you want to start on: Avalon (Canons only) Distribute 200 points between Vitality, Speed, Toughness, Stamina, and Strength: Vitality: 40 Speed:40 Toughness: 45 Stamina: 45 Strength: 30 Distribute 3 points between Intelligence, Charisma, and Determination: Intelligence: 1 Charisma: 0 Determination: 2 Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Energy Wave How did you find this site: Fonos // Alex // Browsing. What makes you want to join and how long do you plan on staying: I'm sure it'll be a fun experience, many others seem to enjoy it. (Recommended) AIM Screen Name: Dukekirkohio@aol.com (Required) Email Address: Dukekirkohio@aol.com (Required) ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: Trunks' fists clenched together, as she began to speak. She spoke as though she knew something about how he felt right now-- as if she could possibly have some tiny amount of the pain he was feeling right now. Trunks Briefs was a rich and powerful man, he didn't need to be dealing with this. He didn't need to be sitting here, dealing with this. He didn't need to be listening to what Pan had to say, nor did he need to be here at all. He could have just let her go-- let her run off into the world with that other guy. It would have been so much easier for him, so much simpler, and so much less painful. He wanted to clutch at his chest, to rip his heart out of it, but his fingertips were too busy digging into his palms, enraged and surging with power he couldn't control. Pan's words were slamming into him like hard punches to the jaw, breaking his eardrums, and sliding down his throat and choking him. For as much pain as this was causing him, he kept that exterior. He kept that calm and cool face, the expression of a man who knew he was under pressure. The expression of a CEO during a hostile takeover, a tactician during his most intense battle. He couldn't afford to be emotional, and he couldn't afford to slip up here, no matter what he wanted to do. If he wanted to stay friends, or more, with Pan-- he had to hold it in. He had to hold it in, and keep it deep down. If even a crack of his anger exploded outward, he'd break her. He had no doubt about that-- Trunks Briefs fought to Kill. He sparred to get better, but no one battled him for kicks and giggles. Her first jibe at his skills sent a pillar of water jumping up in the water behind her, a result of his focus slipping. He was starting to release little bits of his full power, but he was keeping the rage underneath the surface. That cocky, nervous grin stood stock still on his face, showing no sign of the danger that she was wandering straight into. Perhaps he should have let that wall fall down, so she wouldn't go down right after it? No-- this was her doing. If she was going to break him down, he'd be forced to pick himself back up. Unlike with her, he didn't have anyone to pick him back up. It wasn't that he had no friends-- Trunks Briefs was just too damn proud for it. He didn't need any help before, and he sure as hell wouldn't need it now. She noticed the pillar rise with a smirk, listening to it as it crashed back into the shoreline, behind her. That damn face-- he wanted to smack it. That smirk, so close to his own, he wanted to slam it face down in the water, and drown it. Tear it the hell away, and scatter it to the fucking wind. She had no right to talk to him like that, as if he were some kind of ignorant creature, incapable of caring or affection. God, was that how she saw him? She was just someone who didn't know what she was dealing with, and he knew that. He couldn't blame her for any of that, surely. It wasn't her fault, that she was walking head on into a trap. He should stop her, tell her to quit, but that'd make him look weak. As if he needed that right now. She shot out a wicked laugh, that overpowered the rising tide, and the crackle of rising energy. She didn't notice those small sparks, fizzling out into the sand at Trunks' feet, burning holes in his resolve. It was ready to release, and jet out-- ready to fucking explode. Resisting the urge to grit his teeth as the blood slowly emerged from his palms, he held position, muscles as still as possible. They were still flexing and preparing to break out, preparing for battle. He couldn't help it that he was so damn tense. She'd never said any of this before, even when they'd had arguments. She'd never insulted his pride, and she was about to learn the lesson associated with doing so. Then came the final jibe, that last tick on the gauge. She was going too far, he could tell by that tone. That crack-like whisper that shot over the waves and the shore, over the fire-place like noise of his rising power. The words that were going to seal her fate as undesirable, the words that were going to make him despise her, at least for now. There was no going back from tearing down a man's pride, and it was even worse to tear down a Saiyan's pride. It was a task most often left uncompleted, but she was doing it like it was her damn job. “I’m so very tired of them… and we both know that you never come out on top anyways.” ... His arms suddenly cracked. Fire shot out from the sand below the half breed, taking the presence of his power. It blasted away the ground in a burst of rageful wind, that seemed ready to overpower everything in the area. Even Pan's strength was quickly becoming even further dwarfed, as Trunks ability slowly climbed upward, crawling past her father's power level, and going up even further. Her father had warned her about rage, and she'd taken the lesson to be exclusive about herself. Had she never considered that maybe she should have watched others as well? Or had she never expected the Briefs' Boy to crack, and explode in a fit of vengeance and anger? She had never expected tearing him down may have consequences previously unheard of? The water around them began to rise, as Trunks' words began to escape from between his lips, reaching out to Pan, just in case he didn't have the peace of mind to speak to her in a few seconds. He knew that she was driving him too far, he'd known a while now. That didn't mean he was going to be able to control himself in the untamed state that she was forcing him into-- Trunks, for all his abilities, hadn't yet mastered the Super Saiyan 2 State. It was still wild, almost feral, and incredibly deadly to him and her. He risked so much by entering it, but he couldn't stop it right now. This dumb broad was doing this to him. "Pan-- shut up. For once in your life-- can you just...?Can't you...?" Then came the telltale scream, from a pounding heart. It rippled over the airwaves, as he suddenly threw his body into overdrive, allowing the blood from his palms to drop down faster, and his muscles to expand. Cracking each time, his limbs began to enlarge, before breaking down to a slimmer level, leaner. The man's power was now jumping up in leaps and bounds, as his aura rose to hug his body tightly. While it was a warming sensation to him, all she would feel was the cold wind, blowing hard across the island, and whipping everything in it's path. The house, the trees-- the very air itself was being worked into a frenzy. His hair rose upward, it's normally pale lavender suddenly lathering up into a golden glow, that washed over the sky. Those damning blue eyes fading out to teal, while his body mastered itself, entering a state of pure ability and power, latent rage enhancing both. God, it hurt his jaw to scream this much, so hard-- but he didn't care. He didn't really care about anything right now, and he wouldn't until he tamed this state, this new transformation, previously reached by his Father. Vegeta was the only other man in the universe who could use this state right now, as Gohan had long ago abandoned it. Pan would assume he was just going Super Saiyan-- but the power increase was too vast. The sudden creaking and breaking down of each individual muscle was too unique-- his body was too lean...There were too many enhancements in this transformation to make him a mere Super Saiyan-- Trunks had transcended the level. He'd broken by it with ease, in another fit of fearful rage. He wasn't sure if he could ever use it in a battle, unless hit hard, but this wasn't something he was trying to do. It was a consequence, and that was something he was perfectly okay living with. A natural born fighter like he was, could surely master the transformation eventually. Suddenly, the screaming stopped. That whiplike fire had disappeared. Trunks Briefs had disappeared. For what felt like an eternity, things tried to calm down and stand still, relax without the boy's powerful presence. Unfortunately, this was not to be. Pan, an endowed fighter herself, may have noticed his presence before the environment did. He was standing right behind her, his boots stuck hard in the firm sand, allowing the waves to wash over them with an effect that would calm most regular individuals. Trunks however, was anything but regular. He was everything the regular aspired to be, he was an elite. His hand slowly cocked back as he dug into the sand, his muscles slowly allowing the growing tension to enhance their power. There was no cocky grin, or smirk. All that an observer could see was the pure rage, as Trunks allowed a piece of his aura to jet down into his hand. There it began to swirl and dance in the air, sparks of energy playing along the length of his jacket, before siphoning off to his swirling fingertips. The storm in his eyes betrayed his intentions, as he carefully placed his hands against the small of the girl's back, just above her ass. In a more playful mood, he'd probably have placed it there. "Should have kept your mouth shut." His breath washed over her, gracing her ears before fading away into the cold night air. Then came the loud roar of gathering power, moving too fast for most to keep up with. He was about to blast her, at point blank range. Would he really risk doing that to her? Sure he would. He was Trunks Fucking Briefs, and he had no reservations. Needing no effort, he allowed the dancing swirls to manifest themselves into a solid ball of energy, which would immediately scorch a hole in the girl's dress, before wildly expanding. It released soft 'boom's and cracks, before finally finishing it's process at about the size of a beach ball. Finally, he thrust his hand forward, releasing a large explosion into the woman, and himself. It easily had the power to demolish her dress, and if she didn't prepare herself in that instant, her. The explosion rocked the island, evaporating the water at their feet, and sending burning fire around the island. It consumed everything in a timely manner, burning down the palm trees and the grass, removing any crabs or shell fish who had been sleeping in their humble sea homes around them. They were inconsequential anyway, and thus of no concern to the man. He didn't care about them, he didn't care about his right sleeve, which was torn off by the explosion. He was more concerned with the success of the attack, than that. The smokey taste in the air, almost like honey and barbecue, suggested that he'd done well-- but that could have been the scent of his own flesh, for all he knew. He couldn't assume it was that crafty little she devil-- Son Pan. He didn't care about what he may have done, or about what he may have done to her dress. Though, if he'd blown it off, that could help a little. But just a little. Word Count: 2,015 There you go, for the link. |
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| OldTurles | Jun 14 2011, 08:47 AM Post #2 |
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That equals 220. You need to remove 20 from something.. Also you can't have an AOL email address for an AIM account, Your need a AIM email account for that if you are wanting to have one I do believe. |
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| Old Gohan | Jun 14 2011, 09:59 AM Post #3 |
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DA BU RA!
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AOL email addresses can be AIM screen-names. Since AIM Is AOL... But I like the Roleplay. Too bad you know Fonos. |
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| OldTurles | Jun 14 2011, 11:13 AM Post #4 |
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Ah, ok well I have Pidgin so it doesn't allow to add aol email accounts only aim.com accounts but yes agreed RP is good |
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| Alex | Jun 14 2011, 11:21 AM Post #5 |
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Officer of the Damaskian Army
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Register on the wiki then PM me the URL to your account please. |
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All-time ADBZRPG battle record: 86 - 4 Winner of Best Saga Thread of 2011 (Shard of Lujati) Winner of RP of the Season Summer 2017 (The Village of Kulley) | |
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| BannedUub | Jun 14 2011, 12:38 PM Post #6 |
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Fixed all the errors, and thanks Razak! |
| <SELECT style="background-color: #D4A027; color: #000000; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; width: 200px; "><br /><OPTION>Uub</OPTION><br /><OPTION>Race: Human</OPTION><br /><OPTION>Location: Avalon</OPTION></div><br /><OPTION>Power Level: 3,248</OPTION></div><br /><OPTION>Currently: Fighting Vegeta</OPTION></div><br /> | |
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| Seta | Jun 14 2011, 06:38 PM Post #7 |
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The Right Turn in History
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You should have said you found the site through me. Vega. The only person who matters. |
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| OldeNappa | Jun 14 2011, 11:50 PM Post #8 |
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Miles Militas Humilitas -- Ascended Knight
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Holy... You're Vega on RS? Would've never thought that o.O anyway, welcome Uub
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| Seta | Jun 15 2011, 12:07 AM Post #9 |
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NO I'M NOT VEGA ON RS! I'm Vega on Dragonball Z Arena. Totally different. |
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