Post by General Bardock on Aug 20, 2022 21:52:32 GMT -5
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Discord Name: the strategist
Starting Character: Bardock
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Character Race: Saiyan
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: Tactical
Character Bio:
Bardock is nothing short of an eccentric genius. Despite coming from humble beginnings, he quickly rose through the Saiyan ranks, becoming a pillar of strength, intelligence, and ingenuity. Bardock’s name became known throughout the Saiyan military for creating the moonshine blast, giving Saiyans everywhere the ability to quickly turn the tides of battle. His drive and determination push the tactful killer to the brink of death and beyond in his effort to become the most powerful warrior the universe has ever seen. And while the planet Vegeta and a smattering of other less than fortunate planets know the name Bardock, soon, the entire universe will tremble before his might.
Character Picture: pagelagi.com/dragon-ball-everything-we-know-about-gokus-father-bardock/
Sample RP:
Basic Training, Bardock thought to himself. What a joke. At this rate it will take me forever to climb the ranks. I can't believe they actually expect me to go through the same training as these plebs. I invented the moonshine blast technique and now they expect me to fall in right beside a bunch of worthless meat shields.
Bardock looked out across the barren Vegeta landscape. The tiny silhouettes of mountains in the distance blurred under the prolific summer temperature. The harsh sunlight beat down on the line of Saiyans, and with a sky completely devoid of clounds, combined with the typical, superfluous humidity, sweat began to pour off the unknowing contenders. A light breeze blew a minuscule amount of dust just in front of the warrior, Bardock, quickly ending his whimsical egocentricity.
“Ha!” Bardock scoffed out loud. “You worthless foot soldiers have no idea what's about to happen do you?” The rest of the new cadets all diverted their gazes to the overly-confident Saiyan standing in line with them. Some faces were inquisitive, as they had no idea what was coming next. Others, looked upon Bardock with disgust.
“Great,” one of the burlier warriors said out loud. “Another loud-mouth who doesn't know his place.” Bardock eyed the beads of sweat dripping from the bald Saiyan's head. He briefly wondered if the burly Saiyan's sweat was caused by anxiety. Like a bitch, Bardock thought to himself, as a small smirk began to show. “I'll bet you don't even know how to preform a proper beam attack,” said the other Saiyan, oddly licking a bead of sweat from his upper lip.
“Damn straight,” another, smaller Saiyan added, his long, black hair moving ever so slightly from a second short gust of air. “You're the same rank we are. You aren't any better than the rest of us.” Bardock noticed his pupils dilate and nostrils flare. The heat was obviously adding to the irritability of the group.
Bardock chucked. “You idiots have no idea who I am do you? Do you really think we're equal? You aren't worthy to be my morning workout. My dog is more of a challenge than you would ever be. And, he smells better.” His muscles swelled a tiny bit, in tandem with his ego.
The second, shorter Saiyan's fists clinched in rage. “You bastard! Just who do you think you are?! I'll grind your face into the dirt beneath my feet!” His veins began to swell along with his temperament. The excruciating heat was assuredly getting the better of the ill-prepared warrior.
“I'd love to see you try.” Bardock smirked as he antagonized the young recruit. “I bet when the moon's full you turn into a cute little teddy bear, don't you?”
The cadet's face went flush. “Why you...” His energy began to pulse. It was obvious that he was about to let his anger get the better of him. “I'll..”
His sentence was interrupted. A gigantic presence of a man, darted across the ground in the flash of an eye, and planted a devastating elbow into the young Saiyan's gut. A tiny drop of blood seeped out of the recipient's mouth, just before he fell over, ever so slightly displacing the desert ground.
“No one speaks unless spoken to!” belted the rather large Saiyan. “Now then! My name is Commander Kollard. I'm here to mold you worthless pieces of shit into polished warriors, worthy of the name Saiyan. I'm going to push you until you either die, or wish you were dead. I will be in every nightmare you have, fucking your mother's worthless corpse until you think you're Saiyan enough to do something about it. If you have some personal problem, I don't give a shit. If you don't feel good, I don't give a shit. If you don't feel you're up to it, I'll kill you, and I still won't give a shit. If you are still standing at the end of my training, you will be worthy. Do you pathetic maggots think you are worthy?”
“YES, SIR,” the group belted collectively.
Discord Name: the strategist
Starting Character: Bardock
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Character Race: Saiyan
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
- Strength: 800
- Speed: 1100
- Toughness: 900
- Stamina: 1200
- Vitality: 1000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 2
- Charisma: 2
- Intelligence: 1
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: Tactical
Character Bio:
Bardock is nothing short of an eccentric genius. Despite coming from humble beginnings, he quickly rose through the Saiyan ranks, becoming a pillar of strength, intelligence, and ingenuity. Bardock’s name became known throughout the Saiyan military for creating the moonshine blast, giving Saiyans everywhere the ability to quickly turn the tides of battle. His drive and determination push the tactful killer to the brink of death and beyond in his effort to become the most powerful warrior the universe has ever seen. And while the planet Vegeta and a smattering of other less than fortunate planets know the name Bardock, soon, the entire universe will tremble before his might.
Character Picture: pagelagi.com/dragon-ball-everything-we-know-about-gokus-father-bardock/
Sample RP:
Basic Training, Bardock thought to himself. What a joke. At this rate it will take me forever to climb the ranks. I can't believe they actually expect me to go through the same training as these plebs. I invented the moonshine blast technique and now they expect me to fall in right beside a bunch of worthless meat shields.
Bardock looked out across the barren Vegeta landscape. The tiny silhouettes of mountains in the distance blurred under the prolific summer temperature. The harsh sunlight beat down on the line of Saiyans, and with a sky completely devoid of clounds, combined with the typical, superfluous humidity, sweat began to pour off the unknowing contenders. A light breeze blew a minuscule amount of dust just in front of the warrior, Bardock, quickly ending his whimsical egocentricity.
“Ha!” Bardock scoffed out loud. “You worthless foot soldiers have no idea what's about to happen do you?” The rest of the new cadets all diverted their gazes to the overly-confident Saiyan standing in line with them. Some faces were inquisitive, as they had no idea what was coming next. Others, looked upon Bardock with disgust.
“Great,” one of the burlier warriors said out loud. “Another loud-mouth who doesn't know his place.” Bardock eyed the beads of sweat dripping from the bald Saiyan's head. He briefly wondered if the burly Saiyan's sweat was caused by anxiety. Like a bitch, Bardock thought to himself, as a small smirk began to show. “I'll bet you don't even know how to preform a proper beam attack,” said the other Saiyan, oddly licking a bead of sweat from his upper lip.
“Damn straight,” another, smaller Saiyan added, his long, black hair moving ever so slightly from a second short gust of air. “You're the same rank we are. You aren't any better than the rest of us.” Bardock noticed his pupils dilate and nostrils flare. The heat was obviously adding to the irritability of the group.
Bardock chucked. “You idiots have no idea who I am do you? Do you really think we're equal? You aren't worthy to be my morning workout. My dog is more of a challenge than you would ever be. And, he smells better.” His muscles swelled a tiny bit, in tandem with his ego.
The second, shorter Saiyan's fists clinched in rage. “You bastard! Just who do you think you are?! I'll grind your face into the dirt beneath my feet!” His veins began to swell along with his temperament. The excruciating heat was assuredly getting the better of the ill-prepared warrior.
“I'd love to see you try.” Bardock smirked as he antagonized the young recruit. “I bet when the moon's full you turn into a cute little teddy bear, don't you?”
The cadet's face went flush. “Why you...” His energy began to pulse. It was obvious that he was about to let his anger get the better of him. “I'll..”
His sentence was interrupted. A gigantic presence of a man, darted across the ground in the flash of an eye, and planted a devastating elbow into the young Saiyan's gut. A tiny drop of blood seeped out of the recipient's mouth, just before he fell over, ever so slightly displacing the desert ground.
“No one speaks unless spoken to!” belted the rather large Saiyan. “Now then! My name is Commander Kollard. I'm here to mold you worthless pieces of shit into polished warriors, worthy of the name Saiyan. I'm going to push you until you either die, or wish you were dead. I will be in every nightmare you have, fucking your mother's worthless corpse until you think you're Saiyan enough to do something about it. If you have some personal problem, I don't give a shit. If you don't feel good, I don't give a shit. If you don't feel you're up to it, I'll kill you, and I still won't give a shit. If you are still standing at the end of my training, you will be worthy. Do you pathetic maggots think you are worthy?”
“YES, SIR,” the group belted collectively.
