Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2022 0:53:10 GMT -5
Were you referred?: I saw this RPG listed and wanted to check it out. Would that mean I'm referred by Alex (the owner)?
Discord Name: Reedy#7827
Starting Character: Future Trunks
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human/Saiyan Hybrid (Saiyan Transformations)
Starting Stat Distribution: (5000 canon character + 500 Alex referral (?))
Starting Trait Distribution:
Starting Technique: Energy Wave
Starting Fighting Style: Balanced
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
Discord Name: Reedy#7827
Starting Character: Future Trunks
Starting Planet: Earth
Character Race: Human/Saiyan Hybrid (Saiyan Transformations)
Starting Stat Distribution: (5000 canon character + 500 Alex referral (?))
- Strength: 1250
- Speed: 500
- Toughness: 2000
- Stamina: 2500
- Vitality: 1250
Starting Trait Distribution:
- Determination: 3
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 1
Starting Technique: Energy Wave
Starting Fighting Style: Balanced
Character Bio: Trunks was born in Age 766, to parents Vegeta and Bulma, however is from an alternate timeline where Earth had been continuously terrorized by the evil Android 17 and Android 18. Growing up was difficult, as the two Androids had succeeded in killing over three fourths of the world's population. In his timeline, Trunks witnessed the deaths of Goku (to heart disease), Vegeta and most of the Z Fighters. Still, through his younger years, Trunks was mentored by Gohan, who taught him how to fight and survive. The pair planned to fight back against the Androids, which resulted in Trunks learning everything he could from Gohan, but even after a number of years training Trunks still had problems becoming a Super Saiyan due to sadness and sorrow over his loved ones deaths.
When around the age of 14, Trunks runs into the Androids and is cornered by Android 18. The dangerous situation resulted in Gohan sacrificing to save his younger and inexperienced friend, which cost the Z Fighter his arm in the process. Yet, the pair managed to escape and were able to continue to train and try to become powerful enough to defeat their enemy. Some years later in Age 780, the pair are forced into battle against the Androids again. But, in order to keep Trunks alive, Gohan knocked the younger man unconscious, then proceeded to fight the Androids alone. Trunks remembers nothing from the battle, since he was out cold, and woke to find his friend and mentor dead by the Androids hands. Overcome with anger and rage, Trunks was able to touch on his true power for a few moments, which proved he was capable of becoming a warrior he needed to be to defeat the Androids.
For a few more years, Trunks helped keep Bulma safe from Android 17 and 18, but after a close call at Bridgetown in Age 783, Bulma reveals her Time Machine to her son. The plan the pair devised was to send Trunks back in time, some 20 years prior, so he could save Goku and warn the Z Fighters of the coming threat. It also gave him an opportunity to see his father, Vegeta, who had died while Trunks had been an infant in his timeline. So, in Age 784, once preparations and calculations had been perfected, Trunks traveled back in time, his mission simple: to warn Goku about the android threat, and to deliver medication that would cure Goku of the heart virus that he is supposed to die from...
But things weren't quite as expected, and Trunks found himself in a totally new and unknown Earth timeline. So, with his mission altered, Trunks began to do the only thing he could to prevent his dark future: he would train and defeat the Androids himself.
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
The Jos farm was how it always was, uninteresting but dependable. The sheep had just been herded into the next pasture over, to graze, and were comfortable nibbling the grass in the warm sun. Donal, the young man who had basically become the head of his house with his father's disappearance, stood at the gate and tied the rope to keep it secured.
"You're lucky," Donal said in a low tone, as he looked to the animals. "You've a simple life. I guess I do, too... we're lucky, then."
With a chuckle to himself, Donal started to walk back to the house. He reached out and snatched a long stem of grass and put the end into his mouth to chew absently, as he passed several cows and some more animals on the family land. The Jos' weren't rich, not by coin standard, but they did well enough to get by with farm produce.
"Donal!" Came a call from across the way, where Beatrice - his mother - rushed down the path from town. "Donal, come here, quickly!"
The farmboy frowned and started to jog toward her. There was an urgency in his mother's voice, one that didn't allow for disobedience, and the pair met at the front of the farmhouse. The older was panting, as she pointed into the house:
"Quickly, go, grab the sword," She said, taking in deep breaths. It seemed she had run from the town, and looked worried. "Strap it to your belt, and don't let anyone take it."
Donal frowned, as he started to enter the home. "I-is everything okay, ma?" The young teen asked, as Beatrice followed him into the dining area near the hearth. Donal pried up the floorboard with his fingers easily enough, and withdrew the sword. "What happened? Is it more bandits?"
Suddenly the farmboy's mind raced. Was the town under attack again? He would need to hurry to fight whatev--
"No, nothing like that," Beatrice said as she helped buckle the weapon to her son's waist. She looked grim. "Duke Tombend has arrived in town... and he wants to see you and the sword."
Donal was confused, but nodded. Why did the Duke want to see him? Why was the Duke even visiting the village, it wasn't a place of much importance all told, and why was his father's old sword of any consequence?
"What do I do?" Donal asked, as both stepped out of the farmhouse. "If the Duke wants to see me, shouldn't I--"
"Head to the edge of town," Beatrice said quickly. "But don't enter the square, it's where the Duke and his men are. I... I'll go talk to him, first. You stay hidden until I call for you."
With a furrow of eyebrows, Donal nodded and did as told. He ran across the field and skirted along the sides of several buildings, one hand on the sword pommel to keep it in place, as he moved. Meanwhile, Beatrice moved back into the town and crossed paths with Sir Drissol.
"I am Beatrice Jos," She said. "My son isn't at the house, I will speak to the Duke until he arrives, if it pleases his lordship?"
Along the way, Donal saw a familiar individual from behind one of the buildings. "Branwen?" He said as he approached, low enough to barely be heard. "What's going on?"
Donal spied the town square, where the Duke, his men and the townsfolk were. It looked very important. Still, the farmboy tried to remain out of sight as best he could, as he waited to see if his mother would be brought to the Duke, and then if she called Donal to come out and present himself...
I wonder what the Duke could want with me? Or my father's old blade?
"You're lucky," Donal said in a low tone, as he looked to the animals. "You've a simple life. I guess I do, too... we're lucky, then."
With a chuckle to himself, Donal started to walk back to the house. He reached out and snatched a long stem of grass and put the end into his mouth to chew absently, as he passed several cows and some more animals on the family land. The Jos' weren't rich, not by coin standard, but they did well enough to get by with farm produce.
"Donal!" Came a call from across the way, where Beatrice - his mother - rushed down the path from town. "Donal, come here, quickly!"
The farmboy frowned and started to jog toward her. There was an urgency in his mother's voice, one that didn't allow for disobedience, and the pair met at the front of the farmhouse. The older was panting, as she pointed into the house:
"Quickly, go, grab the sword," She said, taking in deep breaths. It seemed she had run from the town, and looked worried. "Strap it to your belt, and don't let anyone take it."
Donal frowned, as he started to enter the home. "I-is everything okay, ma?" The young teen asked, as Beatrice followed him into the dining area near the hearth. Donal pried up the floorboard with his fingers easily enough, and withdrew the sword. "What happened? Is it more bandits?"
Suddenly the farmboy's mind raced. Was the town under attack again? He would need to hurry to fight whatev--
"No, nothing like that," Beatrice said as she helped buckle the weapon to her son's waist. She looked grim. "Duke Tombend has arrived in town... and he wants to see you and the sword."
Donal was confused, but nodded. Why did the Duke want to see him? Why was the Duke even visiting the village, it wasn't a place of much importance all told, and why was his father's old sword of any consequence?
"What do I do?" Donal asked, as both stepped out of the farmhouse. "If the Duke wants to see me, shouldn't I--"
"Head to the edge of town," Beatrice said quickly. "But don't enter the square, it's where the Duke and his men are. I... I'll go talk to him, first. You stay hidden until I call for you."
With a furrow of eyebrows, Donal nodded and did as told. He ran across the field and skirted along the sides of several buildings, one hand on the sword pommel to keep it in place, as he moved. Meanwhile, Beatrice moved back into the town and crossed paths with Sir Drissol.
"I am Beatrice Jos," She said. "My son isn't at the house, I will speak to the Duke until he arrives, if it pleases his lordship?"
Along the way, Donal saw a familiar individual from behind one of the buildings. "Branwen?" He said as he approached, low enough to barely be heard. "What's going on?"
Donal spied the town square, where the Duke, his men and the townsfolk were. It looked very important. Still, the farmboy tried to remain out of sight as best he could, as he waited to see if his mother would be brought to the Duke, and then if she called Donal to come out and present himself...
I wonder what the Duke could want with me? Or my father's old blade?
