Post by Vegeta Jr on Jun 14, 2020 17:11:05 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Vegeta Jr.
Planet you want to start on: Vegeta
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have: Balanced
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with: Bukujutsu
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address: Goodpuddin17@gmail.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) or it could be a completely unique roleplay written up on the fly. Must be above 300 words.
Vegeta Jr. heard a loud clang and jerked awake. He was in total darkness. The ground was smooth and cold on his back. He tried to stand but his hands and feet were bound by heavy clasps. His head was pounding, even so, he could feel that something had gone very wrong. A dusty beam of light entered through a trap door being opened high above his head, he could just make out a silhouette leaning over the side to watch him.
"Finally, you're awake," the silhouette called down, sounding delighted. "We were worried that you would die, it would have been very unfortunate, but I suppose that is the nature of these things. I apologize for the accommodations but it was the best I could do under the circumstances."
Vegeta Jr. tried to yell and couldn't, his throat was too dry. He gasped as loudly as he could, "You should have killed me while you had the chance."
"Ah yes, there is that renowned sense of humor," the silhouette said, giggling. "There is no trouble on that front my friend, considering you are alive and well. As soon as I tell the Viceroy you survived your injuries his aides will begin preparing for the execution."
With immense effort, Vegeta Jr. repositioned himself into a squat. His limbs burned from the effort. Sweat stung his eyes as he centered himself beneath the door and pushed the ground away as hard as he could. The spymaster to the Viceroy could only see darkness through the dungeon door one moment, and then he blinked and the Saiyan was inches from his face, staring into his eyes. Vegeta Jr. struck hard and fast as he came through the door, and the alien at the top was dead before they realized. He collapsed from exhaustion next to the body. His vision was blurry and his breathing ragged, both of his feet were numb. He had to get the clasps off, or he would still die here. They were so heavy he couldn't even think of moving, but there was no choice. Do, or die.
Planet you want to start on: Vegeta
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have: Balanced
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with: Bukujutsu
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address: Goodpuddin17@gmail.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) or it could be a completely unique roleplay written up on the fly. Must be above 300 words.
Vegeta Jr. heard a loud clang and jerked awake. He was in total darkness. The ground was smooth and cold on his back. He tried to stand but his hands and feet were bound by heavy clasps. His head was pounding, even so, he could feel that something had gone very wrong. A dusty beam of light entered through a trap door being opened high above his head, he could just make out a silhouette leaning over the side to watch him.
"Finally, you're awake," the silhouette called down, sounding delighted. "We were worried that you would die, it would have been very unfortunate, but I suppose that is the nature of these things. I apologize for the accommodations but it was the best I could do under the circumstances."
Vegeta Jr. tried to yell and couldn't, his throat was too dry. He gasped as loudly as he could, "You should have killed me while you had the chance."
"Ah yes, there is that renowned sense of humor," the silhouette said, giggling. "There is no trouble on that front my friend, considering you are alive and well. As soon as I tell the Viceroy you survived your injuries his aides will begin preparing for the execution."
With immense effort, Vegeta Jr. repositioned himself into a squat. His limbs burned from the effort. Sweat stung his eyes as he centered himself beneath the door and pushed the ground away as hard as he could. The spymaster to the Viceroy could only see darkness through the dungeon door one moment, and then he blinked and the Saiyan was inches from his face, staring into his eyes. Vegeta Jr. struck hard and fast as he came through the door, and the alien at the top was dead before they realized. He collapsed from exhaustion next to the body. His vision was blurry and his breathing ragged, both of his feet were numb. He had to get the clasps off, or he would still die here. They were so heavy he couldn't even think of moving, but there was no choice. Do, or die.
