Post by Celipa on Oct 29, 2020 21:14:14 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Fasha
Planet you want to start on:Freiza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength:500
Speed:500
Toughness:500
Stamina:500
Vitality:500
Distribute 3 points
Determination:2
Charisma:
Intelligence:1
Pick one green fundamental to start with:Bukujutsu
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have:Calculating
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address:Lbsdatass@yahoo.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.
The sun began to rise on Totem its sky painted with colors ranging from a dark orange to an almost purple. Percival De’larrain sat in an old wooden chair facing the window of his chambers and stared off into the distance contemplating all possible repercussions for his actions. A feeling of uneasiness overcame him as he pictured the faces of his two boys.
“Revan protect your brother.”
He spoke to himself as the sun began to encroach on the great city; its light illuminated the grey stone structures of totem. Despite the city being what most would consider ancient it was in almost perfect condition, The workers of Totem made sure of that. This was Percival's safe haven now and he knew the chances of him living a normal life outside of the city where slim to none. Several light knock caught the ear of the blacksmith followed by a low male voice on the other side.
“Sir De’larrain the materials you requested have arrived.,”
Percival stood up from his wooden seat and approached the door. He inhaled deeply before opening the door. He would now start to fulfill his end of the arrangement. He was to forge weapons exclusively for Totem for the remainder of his life in exchange for protection for him and his children. Percival was unsure how the leaders of Totem would react to his request when he first arrived especially considering how dishonorable his actions had been. For this reason he refused to bring his sons with him until he was sure they would be welcomed with open arms and not slaughtered at the gates.
The blacksmith swung the wooden door open and on the other side stood a man small in stature with a silver key in his hand. He held the key out towards Percival.
“This is the key to the Forge. The Generals have told me to inform you that any additional tools or materials you need shall be provided at your request. They also insist that you start working immediately. Whenever your ready i will escort you to your work area.,”
Percival held his hand out and the messenger placed the key in his palm. He had to control his emotions in that moment, Percival was a man of pride and nothing hurt his pride quite like being told what to do and when to do it. However defying the very people who opened up their home to him could prove to be a fatal mistake.
“Understood i’ll get to work right away,”
Planet you want to start on:Freiza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength:500
Speed:500
Toughness:500
Stamina:500
Vitality:500
Distribute 3 points
Determination:2
Charisma:
Intelligence:1
Pick one green fundamental to start with:Bukujutsu
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have:Calculating
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address:Lbsdatass@yahoo.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.
The sun began to rise on Totem its sky painted with colors ranging from a dark orange to an almost purple. Percival De’larrain sat in an old wooden chair facing the window of his chambers and stared off into the distance contemplating all possible repercussions for his actions. A feeling of uneasiness overcame him as he pictured the faces of his two boys.
“Revan protect your brother.”
He spoke to himself as the sun began to encroach on the great city; its light illuminated the grey stone structures of totem. Despite the city being what most would consider ancient it was in almost perfect condition, The workers of Totem made sure of that. This was Percival's safe haven now and he knew the chances of him living a normal life outside of the city where slim to none. Several light knock caught the ear of the blacksmith followed by a low male voice on the other side.
“Sir De’larrain the materials you requested have arrived.,”
Percival stood up from his wooden seat and approached the door. He inhaled deeply before opening the door. He would now start to fulfill his end of the arrangement. He was to forge weapons exclusively for Totem for the remainder of his life in exchange for protection for him and his children. Percival was unsure how the leaders of Totem would react to his request when he first arrived especially considering how dishonorable his actions had been. For this reason he refused to bring his sons with him until he was sure they would be welcomed with open arms and not slaughtered at the gates.
The blacksmith swung the wooden door open and on the other side stood a man small in stature with a silver key in his hand. He held the key out towards Percival.
“This is the key to the Forge. The Generals have told me to inform you that any additional tools or materials you need shall be provided at your request. They also insist that you start working immediately. Whenever your ready i will escort you to your work area.,”
Percival held his hand out and the messenger placed the key in his palm. He had to control his emotions in that moment, Percival was a man of pride and nothing hurt his pride quite like being told what to do and when to do it. However defying the very people who opened up their home to him could prove to be a fatal mistake.
“Understood i’ll get to work right away,”
