Post by Waylon on Mar 1, 2022 15:10:26 GMT -5
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Starting Character: Waylon
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
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Starting Technique: Blast Punch
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Character Bio:
Waylon was born of Alistair and Margaret Lamont, an honorable and august lineage of fighters serving in Earth’s defense military. His father, Alistair, was a respected commanding officer who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched over his faithful subordinates and guided them through every battle. Having gained intelligence at once of an invading squad of alien fighters, Alistair and his forces were dispatched to intercept the aliens at their landing spot and eliminate the threat. On the day of battle, Alistair’s subordinate officer and that officer’s troops did not arrive—whether by circumstance or malicious intent was not known—and Alistair and his remaining fighters, standing valiantly with pride and vigor, were overrun by the invaders.
Margaret and Waylon were left without husband and father. Having that strength gifted only to a devoted mother, to continue fighting for life and provision in a sea of despair, loneliness, and longing, but having not the fortitude to endure in the home that bore the memories of her husband, Margaret took Waylon in search of a new life.
Over the years Waylon, having the blood of a fighter in his veins but lacking direction, grew in strength and ability and used his talents to provide for his mother.
Character Description:
Waylon is a fine, tall, lean young fellow of six-and-twenty, with blue eyes, short-trimmed hair of tight blonde curls, and full beard. His demeanor—having lost his father and stable home of strict discipline from a young age—adopted, over the course of time, the characteristic slouch of posture that molds a growing youth lacking masculine guidance; yet no lack of nurture could shroud the forces of nature flowing through his blood from a proud and fierce father, and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.
Sample RP:
“Your father was weak, and ill-fit for his command,” said the recruit. Waylon stood opposite the accuser and received those words with stony countenance. His recent arrival to the Earth defense forces was not without opposition. His father’s loss those years ago was seen by some to be a stain on the defense force’s reputation and over time had received the full brunt of the blame for the loss by those few who held that view. Not all carried those same sentiments, however, as seen in the two friendly fighters on Waylon’s side.
“Beware, sir,” replied Waylon, “you are no longer on the common grounds where officers can maintain order, and have only to do with individuals; do not insult me unless you wish to be held responsible.”
But instead of listening, the recruit went on. “You are as coddled here as on the common grounds, as you are still three against one.”
Waylon stepped forward. “You have insulted a man, and that man will not go one moment more without demanding honorable reparation. See here, you are alone, one alone shall answer you. Now, if you please, raise your fists.” Waylon took his stance against his interlocutor who in turn eagerly made ready in reply. The two companions stood to the side.
The recruit passed for one of the better pugilists among the enlisting men, but he was pressed so closely in the onset by Waylon’s salvo that he stumbled against a stone and fell. Not allowing a rock to decide this battle of honor, Waylon halted his advance and allowed his opponent time to recover.
This circumstance irritated instead of calming the recruit, who quickly regained footing and precipitately lunged forward with fists flashing. Waylon reacted slowly and caught two fists to the side and chest but did not allow his guard to be completely broken. The recruit swung in with another hook to which Waylon, anticipating the furious attack, quickly stepped inside the stretch of the arm as it came around, deadening the effect of the blow. Thus momentarily engaged against the chest of his adversary, he shoved the recruit away to augment the distance and recover his stance.
Three times more the recruit charged, and three times Waylon received him, repelling each blow. With all the intensity of primal rage, but void of strategic thought, the accuser lunged a final time in similar manner. Waylon, having sufficiently interpreted his opponent’s tendencies by this point, deflected aside the final attack and in fluidity of motion thrust his fist into the recruit’s chest. Waylon focused his ki into the very point of contact, exploding it forward and sending the recruit careening away where he came to a stop and lay motionless some distance back.
Having thus defended his family name, even in this so small an instance, Waylon and his two companions turned and continued their way.
Discord Name: n/a
Starting Character: Waylon
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human
Starting Stat Distribution:
- Strength: 900
- Speed: 900
- Toughness: 900
- Stamina: 900
- Vitality: 900
Starting Trait Distribution:
- Determination: 1
- Charisma: 2
- Intelligence: 2
Starting Technique: Blast Punch
Starting Fighting Style:
Starting Stat Bonus:
Character Bio:
Waylon was born of Alistair and Margaret Lamont, an honorable and august lineage of fighters serving in Earth’s defense military. His father, Alistair, was a respected commanding officer who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched over his faithful subordinates and guided them through every battle. Having gained intelligence at once of an invading squad of alien fighters, Alistair and his forces were dispatched to intercept the aliens at their landing spot and eliminate the threat. On the day of battle, Alistair’s subordinate officer and that officer’s troops did not arrive—whether by circumstance or malicious intent was not known—and Alistair and his remaining fighters, standing valiantly with pride and vigor, were overrun by the invaders.
Margaret and Waylon were left without husband and father. Having that strength gifted only to a devoted mother, to continue fighting for life and provision in a sea of despair, loneliness, and longing, but having not the fortitude to endure in the home that bore the memories of her husband, Margaret took Waylon in search of a new life.
Over the years Waylon, having the blood of a fighter in his veins but lacking direction, grew in strength and ability and used his talents to provide for his mother.
Character Description:
Waylon is a fine, tall, lean young fellow of six-and-twenty, with blue eyes, short-trimmed hair of tight blonde curls, and full beard. His demeanor—having lost his father and stable home of strict discipline from a young age—adopted, over the course of time, the characteristic slouch of posture that molds a growing youth lacking masculine guidance; yet no lack of nurture could shroud the forces of nature flowing through his blood from a proud and fierce father, and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.
Sample RP:
“Your father was weak, and ill-fit for his command,” said the recruit. Waylon stood opposite the accuser and received those words with stony countenance. His recent arrival to the Earth defense forces was not without opposition. His father’s loss those years ago was seen by some to be a stain on the defense force’s reputation and over time had received the full brunt of the blame for the loss by those few who held that view. Not all carried those same sentiments, however, as seen in the two friendly fighters on Waylon’s side.
“Beware, sir,” replied Waylon, “you are no longer on the common grounds where officers can maintain order, and have only to do with individuals; do not insult me unless you wish to be held responsible.”
But instead of listening, the recruit went on. “You are as coddled here as on the common grounds, as you are still three against one.”
Waylon stepped forward. “You have insulted a man, and that man will not go one moment more without demanding honorable reparation. See here, you are alone, one alone shall answer you. Now, if you please, raise your fists.” Waylon took his stance against his interlocutor who in turn eagerly made ready in reply. The two companions stood to the side.
The recruit passed for one of the better pugilists among the enlisting men, but he was pressed so closely in the onset by Waylon’s salvo that he stumbled against a stone and fell. Not allowing a rock to decide this battle of honor, Waylon halted his advance and allowed his opponent time to recover.
This circumstance irritated instead of calming the recruit, who quickly regained footing and precipitately lunged forward with fists flashing. Waylon reacted slowly and caught two fists to the side and chest but did not allow his guard to be completely broken. The recruit swung in with another hook to which Waylon, anticipating the furious attack, quickly stepped inside the stretch of the arm as it came around, deadening the effect of the blow. Thus momentarily engaged against the chest of his adversary, he shoved the recruit away to augment the distance and recover his stance.
Three times more the recruit charged, and three times Waylon received him, repelling each blow. With all the intensity of primal rage, but void of strategic thought, the accuser lunged a final time in similar manner. Waylon, having sufficiently interpreted his opponent’s tendencies by this point, deflected aside the final attack and in fluidity of motion thrust his fist into the recruit’s chest. Waylon focused his ki into the very point of contact, exploding it forward and sending the recruit careening away where he came to a stop and lay motionless some distance back.
Having thus defended his family name, even in this so small an instance, Waylon and his two companions turned and continued their way.
