Post by Garlic-88 on May 23, 2021 21:51:55 GMT -5
Were you referred?: No, but I have been creeping the forums for a while.
Discord Name: bcsparrowhawk#5362
Starting Character: Garlic Jr.
Starting Planet: Yaidrat (For the life of me I could not find a starting planet list, so I hope Yaidrat is acceptable.)
Character Race: Demon
Starting Stat Distribution:
Strength: 1,000
Speed: 1,000
Toughness: 1,000
Stamina: 1,000
Vitality: 1,000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Bio:
(If acceptable, also serves as my sample RP)
After a series of misplaced and misguided attempts to fulfil his destiny as supreme ruler of the universe (starting with earth of course), Garlic spent what seemed an eternity in a demonic black prison known as "The Dead Zone." There, in eternal darkness, tendrils of humility and reason swept at Garlic's mind. He contemplated the ebb and flow of his missteps, compitulated the emotions and feelings that lead him to this foul existence, swooned over the possibility of a fresh start. Then he threw the whole damned idea of conformity and being a better person into the nearest infernal pit he could find...kindness...the thought of it, disgusting, repulsive even.
The weeks and months passed, there, in that place, free from light, a voice. The voice was cold and wet, a hacking, pneumonia like vessel for words. "Garlic, I have located your departure from the dead zone, but your assistance is required. Do you wish to be free?"
Certainly he did, if nothing else, to escape the voice. Was it his own? A figment of his deranged imagination? Or some other creature that he had not yet become acquainted with in the undertow?
"Free? Yes, I would quite like that," Garlic replied, rather unsure of it all.
"Come, this way," the voice faded into the distance as if it had begun moving? But which way was it moving? Years in pure desolation and blackness had left the small green demon disoriented.
"Perhaps east? Is this east?" He stated out loud as he picked himself out of whatever crevice he was currently calling home and began walking.
"Yes, quickly, the tear in the dead zone is closing!" The saturated stranger's voice exclaimed. Garlic's small feet hurried along in the darkness of the dead zone, occasionally his toes would be stubbed on a hard surface, or his shoulder would hit some sort of unseen barrier. He was beaten and bruised now, following whatever it was through this terrible place. Then the voice stopped.
"We are too late, the tear in the deadzone has filled back in I am afraid," the sickening voice lamented.
There was a feeling of overwhelming fear, grief, then anger.
"NO! IT MUST STILL BE HERE! HELP...HELP ME LOOK," Garlic exclaimed, dropping to his knees and tearing at the rock and gravel below him until his fingernails began to rip off.
"HEY! Garlic!"
This voice was different, no longer wet and cold.
Garlic lifted his head from the cold steel table. Looking around, disoriented but alive, he was relieved to find himself in a tavern or space bar of sorts. To his left, a large blue alien with a green mohawk looked inquisitively at garlic through the blue opaque lens of his scouter. Garlic identified the scoundrel right away as Harus.
"Nightmares about the deadzone again," Harus questioned.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Garlic replied, wiping night terror sweat from his indented green brow.
"Forget about it, we have a contract to complete, and besides all that dead zone shit is just fairy tails and elder nonsense anyways right," Harus questioned picking up an ornate looking metal briefcase containing some sort of illegal something or another.
"I surely hope so Harus, but it feels so real."
(Garlic Jr. is currently doing contracts and quests for shady underhanded businessmen and criminals while also training his tormented mind and body. He often travels from planet to planet looking for the next business venture, mark, or way to gain power and leverage for himself. His companion and partner in crime, Harus, is always close by. Whatever canon or non-cannon plot Garlic Jr. had in the show, or movies, etc. For all intensive purposes, I will be playing him as a tormented space pirate/criminal that has concerns with his past connections to a place he (and sometimes others) refer to as "The Dead Zone".
Character Picture:
Discord Name: bcsparrowhawk#5362
Starting Character: Garlic Jr.
Starting Planet: Yaidrat (For the life of me I could not find a starting planet list, so I hope Yaidrat is acceptable.)
Character Race: Demon
Starting Stat Distribution:
Strength: 1,000
Speed: 1,000
Toughness: 1,000
Stamina: 1,000
Vitality: 1,000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 1
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 3
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Bio:
(If acceptable, also serves as my sample RP)
After a series of misplaced and misguided attempts to fulfil his destiny as supreme ruler of the universe (starting with earth of course), Garlic spent what seemed an eternity in a demonic black prison known as "The Dead Zone." There, in eternal darkness, tendrils of humility and reason swept at Garlic's mind. He contemplated the ebb and flow of his missteps, compitulated the emotions and feelings that lead him to this foul existence, swooned over the possibility of a fresh start. Then he threw the whole damned idea of conformity and being a better person into the nearest infernal pit he could find...kindness...the thought of it, disgusting, repulsive even.
The weeks and months passed, there, in that place, free from light, a voice. The voice was cold and wet, a hacking, pneumonia like vessel for words. "Garlic, I have located your departure from the dead zone, but your assistance is required. Do you wish to be free?"
Certainly he did, if nothing else, to escape the voice. Was it his own? A figment of his deranged imagination? Or some other creature that he had not yet become acquainted with in the undertow?
"Free? Yes, I would quite like that," Garlic replied, rather unsure of it all.
"Come, this way," the voice faded into the distance as if it had begun moving? But which way was it moving? Years in pure desolation and blackness had left the small green demon disoriented.
"Perhaps east? Is this east?" He stated out loud as he picked himself out of whatever crevice he was currently calling home and began walking.
"Yes, quickly, the tear in the dead zone is closing!" The saturated stranger's voice exclaimed. Garlic's small feet hurried along in the darkness of the dead zone, occasionally his toes would be stubbed on a hard surface, or his shoulder would hit some sort of unseen barrier. He was beaten and bruised now, following whatever it was through this terrible place. Then the voice stopped.
"We are too late, the tear in the deadzone has filled back in I am afraid," the sickening voice lamented.
There was a feeling of overwhelming fear, grief, then anger.
"NO! IT MUST STILL BE HERE! HELP...HELP ME LOOK," Garlic exclaimed, dropping to his knees and tearing at the rock and gravel below him until his fingernails began to rip off.
"HEY! Garlic!"
This voice was different, no longer wet and cold.
Garlic lifted his head from the cold steel table. Looking around, disoriented but alive, he was relieved to find himself in a tavern or space bar of sorts. To his left, a large blue alien with a green mohawk looked inquisitively at garlic through the blue opaque lens of his scouter. Garlic identified the scoundrel right away as Harus.
"Nightmares about the deadzone again," Harus questioned.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," Garlic replied, wiping night terror sweat from his indented green brow.
"Forget about it, we have a contract to complete, and besides all that dead zone shit is just fairy tails and elder nonsense anyways right," Harus questioned picking up an ornate looking metal briefcase containing some sort of illegal something or another.
"I surely hope so Harus, but it feels so real."
(Garlic Jr. is currently doing contracts and quests for shady underhanded businessmen and criminals while also training his tormented mind and body. He often travels from planet to planet looking for the next business venture, mark, or way to gain power and leverage for himself. His companion and partner in crime, Harus, is always close by. Whatever canon or non-cannon plot Garlic Jr. had in the show, or movies, etc. For all intensive purposes, I will be playing him as a tormented space pirate/criminal that has concerns with his past connections to a place he (and sometimes others) refer to as "The Dead Zone".
Character Picture:
