Post by Gazza on May 4, 2021 13:58:57 GMT -5
Were you referred?: Jax made me return
Discord Name: Gaza#7326
Starting Character: Cell
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Android
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
Strength: 1,000
Speed: 1,000
Toughness: 1,000
Stamina: 1,000
Vitality: 1,000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Determination: 3
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Starting Technique: Kiai
Starting Fighting Style: N/a
Starting Stat Bonus: N/a
Character Bio: Cell is the terror that stalks in the night. The eyes you can feel watching you when you're alone in the dark. That rustle you heard down stairs when you're home alone. Created with one goal, to achieve perfection. He doesn't see himself as being imperfect, just momentarily perfection deficient. He will achieve perfection, and when he does... well the only thing pretty about it will be him. It's been so, so long since he blessed the world with his presence. He owes it to humanity, and all other creatures of the galaxy, to show them true beauty. To show them true power. To show them true perfection.
He arrived some time ago from a future timeline, disposing of a purple mop-top earthling and hijacking his time machine to travel to the past. A past where he is hellbent on ensuring perfection doesn't escape him like it did in his time. No, now he's playing with a stacked deck. He's decades before his time, and now he holds the keys to his own fate.
Character Picture: Big Green
Sample RP:
A crooked valley of dust and rubble. So very dry, incompatible with life. Oh what agony, being here was. Sunken so low, trying to avoid detection while the metamorphosis took place. Damned pod, it couldn't have been made to house a more imposing specimen? Ah, no, this was just what Cell needed. Necessity was the mother of ingenuity after all. Coming here with experience that would help him so dearly, it only made sense for him to be retarded with such a set back. Call it drive, or determination, but there was a fire within him that would flicker beyond any obstacle. He'd proven already that even time was no matter, he'd achieve his perfection, one way or another. If it wasn't this timeline, then another, or another, or another until he'd fettered away a hundred human lifetimes in the cold and relentless grips of time. Wretched and blasphemous as his larval form was, it was useful for one thing at least. He felt a new man, despite having wasted away countless years looking for the keys to unlocking his true form, only to find they'd been destroyed.
He wasn't keen on letting that happen again. No, surely he'd make better use of this timeline. It's world was much more supple, juicy. He could taste it in the air, life. There was ever so much of it now. The world he'd known, what he called his home, was already littered with rubble and debris before he could have his first taste. In a way, he supposed he'd thank whomever destroyed those bastard androids, at least they got what was coming to them. Tainting his perfect world with their destruction. No, this world held more than life, it held opportunity. It held growth. With any luck, it would also hold perfection.
Discord Name: Gaza#7326
Starting Character: Cell
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Android
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
Strength: 1,000
Speed: 1,000
Toughness: 1,000
Stamina: 1,000
Vitality: 1,000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Determination: 3
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Starting Technique: Kiai
Starting Fighting Style: N/a
Starting Stat Bonus: N/a
Character Bio: Cell is the terror that stalks in the night. The eyes you can feel watching you when you're alone in the dark. That rustle you heard down stairs when you're home alone. Created with one goal, to achieve perfection. He doesn't see himself as being imperfect, just momentarily perfection deficient. He will achieve perfection, and when he does... well the only thing pretty about it will be him. It's been so, so long since he blessed the world with his presence. He owes it to humanity, and all other creatures of the galaxy, to show them true beauty. To show them true power. To show them true perfection.
He arrived some time ago from a future timeline, disposing of a purple mop-top earthling and hijacking his time machine to travel to the past. A past where he is hellbent on ensuring perfection doesn't escape him like it did in his time. No, now he's playing with a stacked deck. He's decades before his time, and now he holds the keys to his own fate.
Character Picture: Big Green
Sample RP:
A crooked valley of dust and rubble. So very dry, incompatible with life. Oh what agony, being here was. Sunken so low, trying to avoid detection while the metamorphosis took place. Damned pod, it couldn't have been made to house a more imposing specimen? Ah, no, this was just what Cell needed. Necessity was the mother of ingenuity after all. Coming here with experience that would help him so dearly, it only made sense for him to be retarded with such a set back. Call it drive, or determination, but there was a fire within him that would flicker beyond any obstacle. He'd proven already that even time was no matter, he'd achieve his perfection, one way or another. If it wasn't this timeline, then another, or another, or another until he'd fettered away a hundred human lifetimes in the cold and relentless grips of time. Wretched and blasphemous as his larval form was, it was useful for one thing at least. He felt a new man, despite having wasted away countless years looking for the keys to unlocking his true form, only to find they'd been destroyed.
He wasn't keen on letting that happen again. No, surely he'd make better use of this timeline. It's world was much more supple, juicy. He could taste it in the air, life. There was ever so much of it now. The world he'd known, what he called his home, was already littered with rubble and debris before he could have his first taste. In a way, he supposed he'd thank whomever destroyed those bastard androids, at least they got what was coming to them. Tainting his perfect world with their destruction. No, this world held more than life, it held opportunity. It held growth. With any luck, it would also hold perfection.
