Post by Bardock on Jan 15, 2023 0:29:29 GMT -5
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Discord Name:Barnabasthebard#6079
Starting Character: Bardock
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: Tactical
Character Picture: Link
Sample RP: (just some random fluff)
Bardock sat in a high backed leather chair behind an ornately carved desk. The room was dark save for the near full moon above, pouring it's pearly light into shimmering pools across his desk and the floor, making shadows dance on the wall. A distinct impression of age and disuse about the furnishing, and the space itself, cuts through the enchanting light. The once polished rounded edges of the wooden desk are chipped, and worn to a matte grey. The large leather chair is torn in places where the sun has damaged it over the years. Bardock is covered in scars and burns, dark bags hanging from his bloodshot eyes that are locked on the door, waiting for the knock. When the sound finally comes "knock knock knock pause knock knock" Bardock jumps to his feet. Through the square glass pane in the center of the door he sees a dark silhouette that he recognizes.
The door opens and a large man steps through, ducking to avoid the ceiling of the narrow threshold that then opens into a high dome shape, covering an area roughly 30 feet from where Bardock sits to the door where this man is standing. He has a thick beard and a low brow with sunken, focused eyes. He's only wearing armor and is forcing a grin that looks more like a snarl when paired with his body language. As his imposing form passes through the door a second, much smaller Saiyan steps into the room. He's dressed the same however with less subtlety, his shoulder pads are extended and there is a long straight sword attached to the right side of his hip. They both file into the room and stand side by side with their backs to the entryway. Bardock raises his arms and spreads them wide in an overly eager and deliberately misplaced gesture for two very unwelcome individuals.
"Just who I wanted to see," he shouts and goads them with a seemingly genuine smile. For a moment they almost seem to be softened by it. There was a lot of shared history between the three of them that underlined the gesture with a feeling of distant but fond recollection. The moment passes in a blink.
"Always the smartass," the smaller Saiyan says and shakes his head.
"We want our money," the larger Saiyan declares slowly as if Bardock had lost his hearing.
"All you two ever want to talk about is money," Bardock said, putting his fists on the desk. "I want to talk to the ideas man. He's much more my speed."
The smaller Saiyan says "No no no, you have it backwards. People with money get to talk to Claudi. People who owe him money get to talk to me."
"24 hours," said his companion.
Bardock holds his hands out and walks around the desk toward them. "Hold on, let's take a breath. I'm not just some guy, I'm well known for my work and it's a steady income. The only reason I got the loan was because I bring in enough to pay it off...given time."
Just as Bardock thought he had gained an ounce of leverage in the exchange the larger Saiyan closed the gap with one stride and backhanded him. It connects cleanly and a cut opens in his cheek, knuckles smearing blood across his face. When the one who struck him pulled back his hand he could see that Bardock hadn't moved, and rather than looking afraid Bardock's expression had grown darker, and his scars twisted in angry furrows on his cheek and brow. There was malice in those dark brown eyes now, not of the emotive kind, it was the primal kind that is constantly present but held at bay. In this moment, in this moonlight, the walls were weakened.
Discord Name:Barnabasthebard#6079
Starting Character: Bardock
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 5000 points)
- Strength: 1,000
- Speed: 1,000
- Toughness: 1,000
- Stamina: 1,000
- Vitality: 1,000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination:
- Charisma:
- Intelligence: 5
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu
Starting Fighting Style: Tactical
Character Picture: Link
Sample RP: (just some random fluff)
Bardock sat in a high backed leather chair behind an ornately carved desk. The room was dark save for the near full moon above, pouring it's pearly light into shimmering pools across his desk and the floor, making shadows dance on the wall. A distinct impression of age and disuse about the furnishing, and the space itself, cuts through the enchanting light. The once polished rounded edges of the wooden desk are chipped, and worn to a matte grey. The large leather chair is torn in places where the sun has damaged it over the years. Bardock is covered in scars and burns, dark bags hanging from his bloodshot eyes that are locked on the door, waiting for the knock. When the sound finally comes "knock knock knock pause knock knock" Bardock jumps to his feet. Through the square glass pane in the center of the door he sees a dark silhouette that he recognizes.
The door opens and a large man steps through, ducking to avoid the ceiling of the narrow threshold that then opens into a high dome shape, covering an area roughly 30 feet from where Bardock sits to the door where this man is standing. He has a thick beard and a low brow with sunken, focused eyes. He's only wearing armor and is forcing a grin that looks more like a snarl when paired with his body language. As his imposing form passes through the door a second, much smaller Saiyan steps into the room. He's dressed the same however with less subtlety, his shoulder pads are extended and there is a long straight sword attached to the right side of his hip. They both file into the room and stand side by side with their backs to the entryway. Bardock raises his arms and spreads them wide in an overly eager and deliberately misplaced gesture for two very unwelcome individuals.
"Just who I wanted to see," he shouts and goads them with a seemingly genuine smile. For a moment they almost seem to be softened by it. There was a lot of shared history between the three of them that underlined the gesture with a feeling of distant but fond recollection. The moment passes in a blink.
"Always the smartass," the smaller Saiyan says and shakes his head.
"We want our money," the larger Saiyan declares slowly as if Bardock had lost his hearing.
"All you two ever want to talk about is money," Bardock said, putting his fists on the desk. "I want to talk to the ideas man. He's much more my speed."
The smaller Saiyan says "No no no, you have it backwards. People with money get to talk to Claudi. People who owe him money get to talk to me."
"24 hours," said his companion.
Bardock holds his hands out and walks around the desk toward them. "Hold on, let's take a breath. I'm not just some guy, I'm well known for my work and it's a steady income. The only reason I got the loan was because I bring in enough to pay it off...given time."
Just as Bardock thought he had gained an ounce of leverage in the exchange the larger Saiyan closed the gap with one stride and backhanded him. It connects cleanly and a cut opens in his cheek, knuckles smearing blood across his face. When the one who struck him pulled back his hand he could see that Bardock hadn't moved, and rather than looking afraid Bardock's expression had grown darker, and his scars twisted in angry furrows on his cheek and brow. There was malice in those dark brown eyes now, not of the emotive kind, it was the primal kind that is constantly present but held at bay. In this moment, in this moonlight, the walls were weakened.
