Post by Kuriza on Oct 31, 2020 17:26:03 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Kuriza
Planet you want to start on: Frieza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 450
Speed: 750
Toughness: 400
Stamina: 400
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 0
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 3
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
(Canon Aliens & Changelings Only) Stat you wish increased by +250 instead: speed
(Changelings Only) Name and Picture of your underling: Sage
How did you find this site: former member
Email Address: Doneal1991@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.
Junnu laughed and smacked him on the back of his neck with a fish. “Mind yourself!” Junnu said sternly, grabbing a large squirming fish by the tail before flinging it to the other side of the boat.
Guisal, twisting the cloth of the bloody mop in the salty sea water filled bucket was still thinking of what Zakeer said. “His blood is on both our hands. He couldn’t have possibly thought we would have been able to stop Gale. Even if we did, at what cost?” Guisal dumped the bucket over the edge of the ship. And took a moment to soak in the beauty that the sea had to offer. He had always dreamed since a little boy to leave Dottson for a life a sea working in one of those big boats coming and going down the river. The sun was beginning it’s descent.
“It's a few hours before dusk, i'm about to go wash up before i head to bed. Who ever is the last to bed wake me at High moon.” Guisal shouted to The Toran And Dottson crews, as he walked to the low bay stairs.
Both crews responded simultaneously. “Aye”
The lower bays quarters were organized by work sections. The Fishermen of Toran worked on the mid bay with the Dockhands of Dottson, therefore they bunked together. Guisal was hoping to see Zakeer, when he reached their Quarter, but to no avail, Zakeer and Melou were nowhere to be seen. Dusk Was usually when the crews had meetings within themselves about the division of labor for the next day. However before a siege, the leaders of each crew meet together, with their second in command known as a second mate. At high moon, when the larger of the two moons cross to begin their decent usually signalling mid night, to discuss the parts each crew would play in attempts to win the battle to come. Zakeer was Guisals second mate, so they would be bound to cross paths. So Guisal continued to prepare for bed. After walking to the clean water bastin to wash his hand and face he laid in his bunk and drifted to sleep.
As the two moons glow danced across the fog, chains were being deployed from the side of the ship dropping a massive anchor to the ocean floor.
Planet you want to start on: Frieza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 450
Speed: 750
Toughness: 400
Stamina: 400
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 0
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 3
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
(Canon Aliens & Changelings Only) Stat you wish increased by +250 instead: speed
(Changelings Only) Name and Picture of your underling: Sage
How did you find this site: former member
Email Address: Doneal1991@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.
Junnu laughed and smacked him on the back of his neck with a fish. “Mind yourself!” Junnu said sternly, grabbing a large squirming fish by the tail before flinging it to the other side of the boat.
Guisal, twisting the cloth of the bloody mop in the salty sea water filled bucket was still thinking of what Zakeer said. “His blood is on both our hands. He couldn’t have possibly thought we would have been able to stop Gale. Even if we did, at what cost?” Guisal dumped the bucket over the edge of the ship. And took a moment to soak in the beauty that the sea had to offer. He had always dreamed since a little boy to leave Dottson for a life a sea working in one of those big boats coming and going down the river. The sun was beginning it’s descent.
“It's a few hours before dusk, i'm about to go wash up before i head to bed. Who ever is the last to bed wake me at High moon.” Guisal shouted to The Toran And Dottson crews, as he walked to the low bay stairs.
Both crews responded simultaneously. “Aye”
The lower bays quarters were organized by work sections. The Fishermen of Toran worked on the mid bay with the Dockhands of Dottson, therefore they bunked together. Guisal was hoping to see Zakeer, when he reached their Quarter, but to no avail, Zakeer and Melou were nowhere to be seen. Dusk Was usually when the crews had meetings within themselves about the division of labor for the next day. However before a siege, the leaders of each crew meet together, with their second in command known as a second mate. At high moon, when the larger of the two moons cross to begin their decent usually signalling mid night, to discuss the parts each crew would play in attempts to win the battle to come. Zakeer was Guisals second mate, so they would be bound to cross paths. So Guisal continued to prepare for bed. After walking to the clean water bastin to wash his hand and face he laid in his bunk and drifted to sleep.
As the two moons glow danced across the fog, chains were being deployed from the side of the ship dropping a massive anchor to the ocean floor.
