Atlas Application [WIP, only bio is open]

History-Bio:

wip


Character you wish to be:
Atlas






Planet you want to start on:
Earth






(Customs Only) Character Race:
Celestial/human hybrid

Pro: [Dominant] Celestial: Use Heal at any alignment
       Human: Sense and Leadership

Con: Celestial: Cannot obtain or use Mystic & Daemon forms.
       




(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points


Power Level: 3,207 / 4,276
Ki: 2,138

Strength:
400 - 20 = 380


Speed:
400 - 20 = 380


Toughness:
400 - 20 = 380


Stamina:
450 - 22 = 428


Vitality:
600 - 30 = 570






Distribute 3 points



Determination:
0


Charisma:
1


Intelligence:
2






Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
 Bukujutsu: The Ability to fly using one's ki.





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(Required) Email Address:
Kaizerkeng@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.

*Alert* *Alert*

A high note alarm filled the Saiyan Army base's empty corridors, the barracks from low-class soldiers to be more precise, with tremendous noise and flashy red light. Sound and red light were two signs of bad news. First, the base was under attack by an opponent against the Empire. Second, a critical mission on a significant scale was not only a few squads were sent. Some big guns, a legion of soldiers with different ranks depending on the purpose. Men, women, and talented children prepared themselves as they were taught to handle in this situation.

Tarble, a warrior with royal blood in his veins, stood outside, waiting as a squad leader. The team he led was a team with fighters who barely made it as low-class soldiers. Their power levels and intelligence overall wasn't something to write home about. Saiyans is a breed of warriors. Living their life for the fight and to become one of the strongest in the Empire. The short Saiyan wasn't known as a fighter. Many high ranked instructors, helpers from the King, had given the advice to let Tarble go. To be removed from their holy ground, Planet Vegeta. Being details off the planet or doing some lousy job were two of the few options.

This grand mission was the last chance to prove all the haters that they were wrong about the Prince, not that he carried the title Prince when he was outside the King's castle. It was also the last chance for the squad of five men and a woman. The team that was forged together seven months ago didn't have good records. Their missions, mostly scouting missions, weren't a big success. Things, many things went wrong. Bad decisions were made, illegal actions were dealt with. The end was not the result they came for. A leader with a lack of aggression for fighting and fighters with the lack of skill was a scenario that had to go wrong.

Tarble and his team waited on an open terrain by the other troops' side, forming a legion. Each squad leader had their individual roles and goals received from a ranked high chief. Falken 77 was the name of the six soldiers Tarble was leading. Falken division was the one who did the recon before the cavalry arrived. They needed to prepare the teams behind them with all the information they had. The Falken was known as the sacrifice division. Soldiers with low combat levels were sent deep in and behind enemy lines for little details. Warriors with small intellect and combat power had no idea about their danger and what risks they took. They were the first to die. Those who survived came back with life-threatening injuries or injuries that ended their career as a fighter.

Royal blood or not, achievements, power, and skill were the points Saiyans judged each other about. Only a few in the low-class section knew about Tarble's title as Prince. Not that the little warrior cared about who knew and who didn't. He had received orders from his father to grow as a man and soldier by being a squad leader. Willingly or not, words from the King was the law he had to obey. Going against it would mark the youngest Prince as a rebel against the Empire. A title you didn't want to have, primarily not as Saiyan Prince.

Tarble had received instructions from his father and his chief. His Falken squad was the frontline who had to pass Information about what they saw, so they left early. The mission was clear. Defeat, kill, and no prisoners, rebels who had infiltrated the army in several ranks and sold info to some Planet Trade Organisation soldiers for decent cash. The Saiyan Army had located new stars, a day flying with a standard space pod, to expand their Empire. Those discovered stars were also interested in the PTO because of the location. Some trading routes were in that direction, and those in charge of it had a great resource to enlarge their materials to build more army gear.

"OK, men. Oh, and woman." As he referred to the one and only woman in his team. "Information is what they expect from us. Scan and deliver any small detail. We can not fail this time for our sake and the empires. Report any irregularity, doesn't matter how small it is. We will know more about our job during our flight and when we land. Let's go to the pod platform."

Tarble's group started to move after a small briefing about their mission. Moving away from the barracks towards the launching platform while blending with other Falkens forming one large group.
Each soldier took place in a space pod they may use for this mission. One by one, they flew slowly in the air before they were launched in space. The coordinates were pre-set. Now they were on their own till they landed on one of the stars. Communication was still possible thru scouter with their own squad.