Post by Yorin on Feb 4, 2021 2:05:11 GMT -5
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Discord Name: Austin
Starting Character: Yorin
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Demon
Starting Stat Distribution: 4500
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Fire Breath
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Bio: To mankind, a hundred years is an almost unimaginable number. In a single generation, capsule technology can be invented. In the natural span of a human life, society can pivot on its axis. In a hundred years, a society can go from the horse and carriage to space travel. Only those few races blessed with longevity and the handful of humans who have insulated themselves from the ravages of time can say that they were present for both the start and end of such a transformation.
But to the inhabitants of Otherworld, a hundred years are only a footnote. Countless thousands of those footnotes are held in the memory of the Kai and their servants.
But Yorin is determined to be more than just one of those footnotes. For a century, he has labored to rise above the rank and file denizens of Otherworld, relentlessly pursuing power and influence. He is still a pale shadow of a creature like Dabura, and only a mite compared to Earth's most powerful heroes.
But he is determined to write his name on the pages of history in the blood of the mighty and the helpless.
Character Picture: ibb.co/fMnCh2R
Sample RP: Yorin sat atop one of the crumbling buildings on the outskirts of the battlefield, one leg dangling casually over the side. Far below, little imps and oni clashed, brandishing all manner of martial weapons.
Pathetic. He thought to himself, shaking his head. Routing just because of a little pressure on one flank. He lifted himself to his feet and clambered down to the ground, picking his way between crumbling walls and fallen stone. Already, deserters were coming his way, shrieking and flailing. One, a particularly pig-like imp, tossed his weapon aside and begged "Mercy, my lord! Mercy!"
Yorin cocked a brow and chuckled. "Mercy?" Flames flickered at the corners of his mouth. "What demon begs for mercy?"
The pathetic creature looked up at Yorin, terror creeping into his expression. "Please, Yorin! There were too many! We'll do better next time!"
Yorin glanced between the creature and the discarded weapon, running a hand through his hair. "Next time? There's no next time for you, imp." The pig-demon sobbed, but his weeping fell on deaf ears. Yorin opened his mouth wide and bathed the creature in a deadly torrent of flame, until there was nothing left but bone.
Discord Name: Austin
Starting Character: Yorin
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Demon
Starting Stat Distribution: 4500
- Strength:
- Speed:
- Toughness:
- Stamina:
- Vitality:
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination:
- Charisma:
- Intelligence:
Starting Technique: Fire Breath
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Bio: To mankind, a hundred years is an almost unimaginable number. In a single generation, capsule technology can be invented. In the natural span of a human life, society can pivot on its axis. In a hundred years, a society can go from the horse and carriage to space travel. Only those few races blessed with longevity and the handful of humans who have insulated themselves from the ravages of time can say that they were present for both the start and end of such a transformation.
But to the inhabitants of Otherworld, a hundred years are only a footnote. Countless thousands of those footnotes are held in the memory of the Kai and their servants.
But Yorin is determined to be more than just one of those footnotes. For a century, he has labored to rise above the rank and file denizens of Otherworld, relentlessly pursuing power and influence. He is still a pale shadow of a creature like Dabura, and only a mite compared to Earth's most powerful heroes.
But he is determined to write his name on the pages of history in the blood of the mighty and the helpless.
Character Picture: ibb.co/fMnCh2R
Sample RP: Yorin sat atop one of the crumbling buildings on the outskirts of the battlefield, one leg dangling casually over the side. Far below, little imps and oni clashed, brandishing all manner of martial weapons.
Pathetic. He thought to himself, shaking his head. Routing just because of a little pressure on one flank. He lifted himself to his feet and clambered down to the ground, picking his way between crumbling walls and fallen stone. Already, deserters were coming his way, shrieking and flailing. One, a particularly pig-like imp, tossed his weapon aside and begged "Mercy, my lord! Mercy!"
Yorin cocked a brow and chuckled. "Mercy?" Flames flickered at the corners of his mouth. "What demon begs for mercy?"
The pathetic creature looked up at Yorin, terror creeping into his expression. "Please, Yorin! There were too many! We'll do better next time!"
Yorin glanced between the creature and the discarded weapon, running a hand through his hair. "Next time? There's no next time for you, imp." The pig-demon sobbed, but his weeping fell on deaf ears. Yorin opened his mouth wide and bathed the creature in a deadly torrent of flame, until there was nothing left but bone.
