Post by Zane on Aug 17, 2020 1:39:09 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Violet
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
How did you find this site: I've been on & off again since I was a kid xD
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too): Nah
(Required) Email Address: czanesimmons@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.
"But look! I can do it!"
Violet teetered awkwardly, concentrating on her balance. Her short dark hair kicked with each sputtering gust from her feet. An uncertain grin stretched itself across her face. After months of studying the old monastic traditions from afar she'd taken her first proverbial steps off the ground. Her subtle stature helped her get airborne, though she had difficulty taking her eyes off her feet. Any lapse in concentration was quickly met with instability.
"I don't care if you can do it," Her dad snapped back at her, "I told you not to. Get down now!" Violet's nose scrunched from the odor of warm beer coming from her dad's barking. "I thought I raised you better than this!" His full beard quivered.
Violet's anxious glance darted up to meet her father. She hadn't expected him to react like this. Before she had time to react she found herself on her side with an ache in her head. She could feel the corner of her eye swelling from the hand that batted her to the ground.
Violet's dad stood over her, his intimidating frame bulging from his tattered beige tank top. "All I wanted was to raise a good, Christian family," he snarled. Violet laid paralyzed as her dad retook the few feet that she'd been knocked when she met the hardwood. "I was a damn good father. And this is all I get for it? A Goddamned witch?" He spat on the dingy floor next to his daughter. "Your mother would be ashamed," he growled, swinging his boot at his prone daughter.
Violet coughed. She had been flung on her back. The teenager clutched her side as she rolled onto her feet. The boot had left a sharp pain in her ribs. "In this family we fight with our fists, and with guns!" Violet's dad barked at her daughter, "Not with magic."
Violet winced as she staggered backward into the living room. "You can take your fists and shove them up your ass!" Her hand guided her backwards while her eyes refused to break from her dad's menacing figure.
Her dad pressed forward slowly. "Where'd you learn to do that, huh? Did you find another witch to teach you?"
Violet's hands fumbled blindly for the latch on the living room window. "I'm not a witch," she pleaded, panic in her voice.
Her dad stopped. "Well what are you then?" His teeth ground against each other as he watched his daughter attempt to shove the window open with her one good side.
The smell of cold, frozen asphalt waft into the apartment from the street below. Violet summoned her courage and took one last look her father. "I'm not your daughter."
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Word Count - 454
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
How did you find this site: I've been on & off again since I was a kid xD
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too): Nah
(Required) Email Address: czanesimmons@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.
Heresy
"But look! I can do it!"
Violet teetered awkwardly, concentrating on her balance. Her short dark hair kicked with each sputtering gust from her feet. An uncertain grin stretched itself across her face. After months of studying the old monastic traditions from afar she'd taken her first proverbial steps off the ground. Her subtle stature helped her get airborne, though she had difficulty taking her eyes off her feet. Any lapse in concentration was quickly met with instability.
"I don't care if you can do it," Her dad snapped back at her, "I told you not to. Get down now!" Violet's nose scrunched from the odor of warm beer coming from her dad's barking. "I thought I raised you better than this!" His full beard quivered.
Violet's anxious glance darted up to meet her father. She hadn't expected him to react like this. Before she had time to react she found herself on her side with an ache in her head. She could feel the corner of her eye swelling from the hand that batted her to the ground.
Violet's dad stood over her, his intimidating frame bulging from his tattered beige tank top. "All I wanted was to raise a good, Christian family," he snarled. Violet laid paralyzed as her dad retook the few feet that she'd been knocked when she met the hardwood. "I was a damn good father. And this is all I get for it? A Goddamned witch?" He spat on the dingy floor next to his daughter. "Your mother would be ashamed," he growled, swinging his boot at his prone daughter.
Violet coughed. She had been flung on her back. The teenager clutched her side as she rolled onto her feet. The boot had left a sharp pain in her ribs. "In this family we fight with our fists, and with guns!" Violet's dad barked at her daughter, "Not with magic."
Violet winced as she staggered backward into the living room. "You can take your fists and shove them up your ass!" Her hand guided her backwards while her eyes refused to break from her dad's menacing figure.
Her dad pressed forward slowly. "Where'd you learn to do that, huh? Did you find another witch to teach you?"
Violet's hands fumbled blindly for the latch on the living room window. "I'm not a witch," she pleaded, panic in her voice.
Her dad stopped. "Well what are you then?" His teeth ground against each other as he watched his daughter attempt to shove the window open with her one good side.
The smell of cold, frozen asphalt waft into the apartment from the street below. Violet summoned her courage and took one last look her father. "I'm not your daughter."
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Word Count - 454
