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| Pepperoni | Jun 7 2011, 12:22 AM Post #1 |
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Character you wish to be: Piccolo Planet you want to start on: Namek (Canons only) Distribute 200 points between Vitality, Speed, Toughness, Stamina, and Strength: 40 to each Distribute 3 points between Intelligence, Charisma, and Determination: All 3 to INT Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu How did you find this site: Top 25 What makes you want to join and how long do you plan on staying: Nice organized system, looks really active and from what I can tell the community is pretty accepting. I'll stay as long as the game provides me with something to work for. (Recommended) AIM Screen Name: mttzan@aim.com (Required) Email Address: mttzan@aim.com (Required) Please include a small sample roleplay. This could be a roleplay that you have done on another site (if so you will be asked for a link to the thread during your AIM interview) or it could be a completely unique roleplay written up on the fly. Must be above 300 words. Afreet stumbled backwards as another fist struck him square in the jaw, his lip busting and spewing blood down his chin. "Listen," he said holding up his hand against the drunken savage that continued to throw punch after punch. The man was a few inches shorter than Afreet, but as wide as a doorway. And he had his buddies to impress on the line. "I know you've got to act 'hard'," the super human said, trying to form a compromise. "So, I promise you I won't embarrass you in front of them if you get lost right now." The brawler only growled and spat at his feet before coming forwards again preparing a wicked right haymaker. Afreet only grimaced as he drew his pistol in light speed and fired a single shot directly into the man's kneecap. In a howl of pain he fell to the ground grasping his knees and groaning in pain. The group that had formed around the two grew silent as animosity for Afreet grew. "Now then..." He said as he adjusted his hat and shrugged his shoulders. He holstered his still smoking pistol and stepped forward, the crowd clearing a small passage for him. As soon as he left the others helped the wounded man up to his feet, who insisted on 'the coward' Afreet to return. "I'm not done! You piece of shit! Get back here!" He bellowed as his friends tried to calm him down. Afreet snickered as his lip repaired itself in real time and his jaw realigned painlessly. The super human glanced over his shoulder and paused as the crowd continued to stare at him. "Is there another one who wants to-" As he said this, four shots rang out, only two of them making contact, but they sucked the wind right out him. The stung into his stomach as he staggered backwards. Some how, he remained on his feet. Four more shots. Only one hit this time, his shoulder erupted in pain as blood swept into his trenchcoat. He fell to his knee, breathing heavily as his eyes swirled. Already his body got to work repairing the damage. In a long struggle, the two bullets were ejected from his gut and silently dropped to the concrete below. Then a small man, his hat facing skyward and covered in tattoo's stepped forward, his baggy clothing giving him the appearance of a man larger than he was. "Now you fucked up, bro." He said as he drew a butterfly knife from his pocket and stepped forward. "Gonna be lookin' like ribbons pretty soon." With that, he aimed a kick to the side of Afreet's face, but the super human was too quick as he grabbed his ankle and slung him aside effortlessly. The man slammed into the adjacent brick wall and fell in a crumpled bloody heap. Now the crowd really panicked. They began to push and shove amongst each other trying to escape. Afreet licked his lips and drew both guns, aiming them into the mass of ten or so. "Now I'm going to have to kill all of your sorry asses." He growled angrily as he fired off all remaining fifteen bullets. Shrieks and cries echoed from the crowd as one by one they dropped to the ground. They all hit the ground, whimpering and covering their heads. In that time of confusion, Afreet tipped his hat and disappeared from sight. Of the ten only six were hit, the others remained unscratched. The first one up was some female visitor of such a place, "H-he's gone!" She cried as she desperately searched for him. She looked around at the carnage and began to bawl as she realized that she was covered in the blood of the others. Aside from knife boy, there had only been 2 causalities, but plenty wounded. Afreet stepped from the dark shadows of the alley and into the empty city street. He had entered the slums, away from the comforting lights of down town. Dark voices seemed to come from the shadows and an ominous air hung around these parts. The super human was far from afraid, but he had his share of violence for the night. He hung his head and held his trenchcoat tight to his body, against the gentle night breeze. Behind him three bicycle chains created a soft whirring as they approached accompanied by three laughing voices. They cruised past him innocently. "Almost home." He whispered to himself as he glanced up. A single street lamp illuminated the main intersection of the slums. He stepped into the pale yellow light and paused for a moment, the glare of the lights playing over his glasses quickly. The street seemed to take no notice of his presence as he silently swept over the intersection and continued on his way. Finally, his house came into view. Or rather, shack. It leaned dangerously to the left, the door only had one hinge, and two front windows were bordered up. Nonetheless, it was home. As he approached the door, he opened it softly and flicked on the light. In the far corner a lamp with no shade illuminated, and cast an extremely bright light around. A couch, a small television, and a tray table was the only thing in the dingy room. Afreet glanced through the doorway into the kitchen, where there was a microwave on an end table and a sink with no cold water. He sighed as he looked to his left into his bedroom which consisted of a taped up air mattress and a pillow. He sighed softly as he closed the door behind him and settled on to the couch. He started on his boots , then his jacket and hat, carefully folding them on the back of the couch. He removed his glasses and pistols and laid them gently on the tray table. He stood up and lifted the couch cushion revealing a dug out full of ammunition. He grabbed a few clips and tucked them into his pants pockets before removing his pants and shirt. The super human flicked on the television and settled back on the couch, cradling his head in his hands. His eyes sheepishly traced over the anchor as he absently heard her sing-song voice. Then, something caught his attention, causing him to smirk if only a little bit. His lips jerked into a devious smile as the camera changed to a reporter on the streets, sirens in the back ground. "Five wounded... three dead." Afreet heard as he leaned back in the couch and nodded. The reporter began to describe Afreet, including the hat, the trenchcoat, and the eerie amber glasses. "Let's see you come get me, piggies." He said as he stood up and headed for the kitchen. The mini fridge in the corner buzzed as he opened it and pulled out a can of beer and set it on the counter. He kicked the door closed and looked up at the cupboard. He opened it carefully and reached to the top shelf where a plastic baggie was waiting along with a package of smoking wraps and a lighter. He collected the three contents and returned to the couch, setting his supplies on the now very crowded tray table. The report continued for a few more seconds to console the families of the deceased before ending abruptly and shifting to the female anchor who talked about rising prices of transport. He cracked the beer open and drank a quarter of it before turning it to the table with a refreshing sigh. He opened the small package of wraps and laid one aside before starting on the baggy. He opened it and withdrew a decent sized nugget of the strange green substance. He twisted his fingers and peppered the pepper graciously before returning the remainder to the baggy. "There we go..." He muttered as he folded the paper over itself and pressed his tongue to it before finally sealing it. He laid it down and took another sip of beer. "There's a pretty one." The super human said as he pinched it gently between his fingers. With his right hand he swept up the lightly and began to puff on his creation. Afreet leaned his head back and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. Two hours and five beers later, Afreet was ready to call it a night. He grumbled as he tossed the beer cans out the front door and flicked the nub of his smoke out as well. He went back to the kitchen and filled up one of three cups with the luke warm water. He tossed it back and left the glass by the sink before shuffling towards his bedroom. Afreet wiggled out of his boxers before plopping on the bed face down. Within minutes he was fast asleep. Waking up hours later, he pushed himself into a sitting position, light seeping in through the crack in his front door. "What time is it..?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. A dizzying headache, but nothing more as he stood slowly and looked in the corner to find a pile of clean cloths bunched up. He grabbed a pair of underwear and a tank top before coming out to the living room and sitting down in the worn couch. He sighed as he slowly dressed himself. Boots first, suit, coat, glasses, and finally the hat. He reloaded both pistols and slipped the extra clips in an inner pocket in his trench coat then holstered each weapon. His stomach grumbled and he patted it gently. "There there." He muttered as he opened his door slowly to keep from blinding himself. Suddenly, a loud speaker erupted. "HANDS UP!" Afreet froze before sighing. "It's like this everyday with you guys. Can't you guys-" "HANDS UP OR WE'RE SHOOTING!" "Alright! Alright..!" The super human sighed as he put his hands up, turned slowly and locked them behind his back as three swat members charged forward, wrestled him to the ground and locked the handcuffs around both hands. They hoisted him to his feet and shook him about for a second. "Gee. I guess I 'really' fucked up this time huh boys?" He asked sarcastically as he looked over at his captors. One on each side and one behind him. They made no sound as they patted him down and removed both pistols from thier holsters along with the extra ammunition. "Hey, careful with those, don't break them. I'll be needing to blast you guys with later." The one captor shook him violently before throwing him recklessly into an armored van and slamming the doors. As soon as the doors closed, he effortlessly shredded the handcuffs and kicked through the steel doors, plowing over the three swat officers. Instantly all guns were turned towards Afreet, and an order to fire was issued, but the super human wasn't going to go down without causing havoc in the very least. Bullets panged against the inside of the armored truck and bounced around like rubber balls as Afreet weaved beneath the wave of metal. The bullets continued to pursue the agile human as he rolled, dove, and jumped through the maze of swat cars. Windows shattered and metal hissed as the issue to cease fire was finally called. "I was wondering when you'd say that Cap'n. Your guys are just shooting your own shit up." He looked down at himself and shrugged. "Not even a single hit!" Then the commander fired his own weapon at him, all eight rounds. All eight hits. The breath was sucked out of Afreet as he staggered backwards, collapsing as his vision went dark. "F..uck..." He stammered as he slumped over. However, he was not yet out of tricks. Using the last of his current energy supply, he pulled his coat over his head and disappeared from view, leaving only blood spatter of the evidence of his presence. Instantly, the squad swarmed around his position. "We have no visuals!" One of the members called as he swept the area with his rifle searching for the escapist. "Fan out! Find that fucker! He couldn't have gone far!" The commander bellowed as he pulled his rifle from the front seat of his car and started sprinting behind the house. As soon as the coast was clear, Afreet began to cough and sputter as the wounds were taking a serious toll on his body. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow..." He said as he prodded the wounds gently. His body already set to work on the repair process, but due to the seriousness of the wounds and the amount, it could take some real resting. He pushed himself to his feet and staggered towards the abandoned armor van. He climbed in and slumped over the wheel, his breathing ragged as he turned the key and slammed on the gas. The van peeled out before barreling down the street at high speeds. As the swat members got notice, they fired a few rounds at the run away van before running for their squad cars in hot pursuit. The super human blinked back the pain as he righted himself in the seat and attempted to maneuver an escape. A slight wave of relief washed over him as the first of eight bullets was ejected, the small wound healing itself shortly after that. He whipped the van as hard as he could to the left, sending it toppling top over bottom, rolling a few times and settling on the roof. Squad cars slammed on their breaks, but some were too late, slamming into the armored van full force and the others behind them piling up. Afreet spat a mouthful of blood up and brushed the shattered glass off his forehead before snagging his hat and righting his glasses and crawling out from the burning debris. Some how, not a single squad member spotted him due to the confusion as he slipped into the nearest alley and fell against the dumpster, panting heavily. Looking at himself he assess the damage. His right hand was twisted in a gruesome way. "Broken." He concluded as he removed his glasses with his left hand and looked at his face. The entire left side of his face was sprinkled with glass shards from the window and windshield. "Aww... not the face..." He said as he smiled to reveal a few missing teeth. "And the pearly whites!" He stealthly sneaked a peek at the carnage and all those who could stand, only a small handful, were actively helping the not so fortunate survivors out of the wreckage. An ambulance siren wailed as it careened around the corner and two med crews poured from the backside instantly getting to work on aiding the wounded. The human sighed and laid his head against the dumpster taking heavy breaths as his wounds began to repair themselves, the glass sprinkles ejecting themselves one by one from his face. His gums throbbed as new teeth filled in the place of their lost allies and his body was racked with pain as the bullets slowly worked their way out. After waiting for nearly ten minutes, he hefted himself to his feet and stumbled down the alley way. He wound up face down in the shrubs surrounding the central park about an hour later feeling much fresher than before. His face had healed rather nicely, and the last of his teeth had filled out leaving only three more bullets and a broken hand until he was in tip-top condition. Three school-aged children approached him and prodded him with a small twig. "Hey!" the boy said as he rapped him on the back with the stick. "What do you want runt? Don't you have girls to run from or something?" He spat groggily as he looked up at the boy. The boy had a ruddy face and torn jeans, his hair was a mess. If Afreet could remember, he looked a lot like Craig did in his younger days. "I just wanted to say there are police men looking for you. I told them I'd tell them if I find you. Stay here!" He said as he ran off, his two silent friends bounding after him. The super human grabbed his head in his hands and sat up, his head still aching from the excitement and drinking. "Damn. Looks like I've got to kiss this city good bye. I had fun I guess." He said as he stood with the help of a nearby tree and shook his head. He settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose and glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the boy waving frantically for a squad of three grunt level officers. Pulling the cloak over his head he faded from view and effortlessly leaped into the air, gracefully landing on a thick bough of the tree. "I guess I'll just watch." He said from his safe perch in the tree. He felt for his gun, and groaned when he realized he had lost them both. "It's like my first rodeo all over again." At about this time the three cops approached cautiously, their weapons drawn. The came to the spot where Afreet was passed out not to long ago and looked around for a moment, even in the tree where the invisible super human watched. Swiftly, Afreet descended, and snatched the gun from the lead officer's hands. "I'll be needing these gentlemen!" He said and in the same instance fired off three shots with the confiscated pistol, three heart strikes in a row. The boy was watching from outside the bushes, screamed and sprinted off. "Run along little one. Nothing to see here." Not a sound from any of the officers as the super human rummaged through their things, taking another pistol and all the ammo he could find. Standing up, he wiped his glasses on his shirt tail and glanced around before holstering his newly acquired weapons. "Well, I've had a good run, but it's about time to get the hell out of Dodge." With that, he tipped his hat and slunk back through the bushes towards the outskirts of town. |
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| Alex | Jun 8 2011, 01:43 AM Post #2 |
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Looks good bro, if a little long. You are accepted. Please register on the wiki and PM me the URL to your account and I'll get you added to the roster page. |
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| Knows the managers at 4chan | Jul 1 2011, 12:37 PM Post #3 |
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hey rasak dude can u look at min and for some reason i was banned from chat and i didn't do anything |
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| Old Kuriza | Jul 1 2011, 02:33 PM Post #4 |
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Son of a Son of a Tyrant
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Guru wills me to tell you in a long drawn out manner of speech: "You were born." |
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