Post by Zarbon on Aug 30, 2022 3:52:35 GMT -5
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Discord Name: Bensayeed#5991
Starting Character: Zarbon (canon)
Starting Planet: Frost
Character Race: Alien
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique:
Bukujutsu
Character Bio: (A simple 100-300 word background of your character up to the present)
Character Picture: dragonball.guru/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/Zarbon-Profile-Pic-415x415.png
Sample RP:
Yamcha was struggling to keep his eyes open during this lecture. It was still early morning by his standards, and natural history wasn’t the most engaging topic to begin with.
“Yamucha!” Puar quietly hissed while the bandit chief yawned loudly.
“Excuse me, young man,” the tall, dour faced Keliouxian professor said, pausing his lecture. “You should be aware by now that we expect more, not less, from those who have…earned those tassels of yours.”
Yamcha’s face hardened and his teeth clenched as he forced himself to sit taller. “If you have a problem with my being in the Academy then you can take it up with the Grand Master himself,” he replied.
“Oh, how could I forget. Pet privileges. A dog may yap without rebuke, while those of the household are held to their manners.”
Yamcha’s face blazed and his stomach twisted sharply. He leapt from his seat in the semi-circular lecture hall. His feet couldn’t touch the floor when he was sitting, and now that he was standing the attached table top embarrassingly came up to his chest, like a child sitting in their father’s study. He did his best to ignore the snickers from the full-sized Keliouxians present.
“And I say if you’re just going to recite your research at me and call it a class then I might as well just read it. The starched pages couldn’t be any drier!”
The professor’s face paled as Yamcha stalked away. The class had collectively gasped, but some were holding back chuckles, delighted at the human’s rejoinder. Puar awkwardly followed Yamcha out of the class, floating dejectedly. When they were finally away down the hall, the human let his rage loose.
“Damn everyone of them!” he spewed from his grit teeth, taking to the sky in a rage. Puar *POOFED* into a cloud of pink smoke, quickly convalescing into a falcon, and sped after her friend and cohort.
Discord Name: Bensayeed#5991
Starting Character: Zarbon (canon)
Starting Planet: Frost
Character Race: Alien
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points) (Customs = 4500 points)
- Strength:1000
- Speed:1000
- Toughness:1000
- Stamina:1000
- Vitality:1000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination:-
- Charisma:-
- Intelligence:5
Starting Technique:
Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style:
--Starting Stat Bonus: (Aliens & Changelings Only) (Choose one stat to increase by +1500)
StaminaCharacter Bio: (A simple 100-300 word background of your character up to the present)
My Zarbon, like the canonical one, is an ambitious, vain glorious, condescending soldier in King Cold's army. In my interpretation of Zarbon, his people most closely resemble crocodilians from irl Earth. As such, they are a social people, and enjoy companionship, but this sociality is often more about physical proximity than intellectual stimulation. Their families are large and communal, lacking recognizable marriages or parentage. Growing up, Zarbon was privileged for his size and beauty, and developed visions of grandeur. His persona of superiority, and his ability to back it up, defines his self-image, and he owns it readily. The Frost army offered him a vehicle to exude superiority as well as opportunities for growth, and so he enlisted when he felt he had achieved his prime, at 20 years old. Zarbon does not make friends easily, rather he collects hangers-on who admire or desire him. His charm, elegance, and occasional ruthlessness makes it very difficult for anyone to antagonize him. At this point in his life, he is feeling self-satisfied and hungry to grow more powerful.
Character Picture: dragonball.guru/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/Zarbon-Profile-Pic-415x415.png
Sample RP:
Yamcha was struggling to keep his eyes open during this lecture. It was still early morning by his standards, and natural history wasn’t the most engaging topic to begin with.
“Yamucha!” Puar quietly hissed while the bandit chief yawned loudly.
“Excuse me, young man,” the tall, dour faced Keliouxian professor said, pausing his lecture. “You should be aware by now that we expect more, not less, from those who have…earned those tassels of yours.”
Yamcha’s face hardened and his teeth clenched as he forced himself to sit taller. “If you have a problem with my being in the Academy then you can take it up with the Grand Master himself,” he replied.
“Oh, how could I forget. Pet privileges. A dog may yap without rebuke, while those of the household are held to their manners.”
Yamcha’s face blazed and his stomach twisted sharply. He leapt from his seat in the semi-circular lecture hall. His feet couldn’t touch the floor when he was sitting, and now that he was standing the attached table top embarrassingly came up to his chest, like a child sitting in their father’s study. He did his best to ignore the snickers from the full-sized Keliouxians present.
“And I say if you’re just going to recite your research at me and call it a class then I might as well just read it. The starched pages couldn’t be any drier!”
The professor’s face paled as Yamcha stalked away. The class had collectively gasped, but some were holding back chuckles, delighted at the human’s rejoinder. Puar awkwardly followed Yamcha out of the class, floating dejectedly. When they were finally away down the hall, the human let his rage loose.
“Damn everyone of them!” he spewed from his grit teeth, taking to the sky in a rage. Puar *POOFED* into a cloud of pink smoke, quickly convalescing into a falcon, and sped after her friend and cohort.
