Post by Piccolo on Jun 19, 2023 23:28:30 GMT -5
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Discord Name:pbsgt.majjames
Starting Character: Piccolo
Starting Planet: Namek
Character Race: Namekian
Starting Stat Distribution:
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu, Nova Inferno, Beam Ball, Mouth Blast, Eye Beam
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
It had been some time, since piccolo was motivated by hate and a certain greed for power. His life was a cycle of malicious attempts at destroying the human race. It was only when he returned to his home world of Namek when piccolo saw the good in his race and the strength they had from fighting their enemies. He saw the powers of peace and prosperity in the tranquilities of life on the planet, and on this day he vowed never to give into his evil ways ever again, so he locked them inside an ancient urn only to be released when he was ready to face them and destroy them forever.
He stood upon a flat stone, in the midst of the plains of Namek, large mountains ran alongside the valley where he stood, wind rustling through the shrubbery, it brushed his ivory cape through the air. Piccolo stood there, ever watching over the village where he had began to call home. He lived just outside the village at a small brook, with a waterfall coming out from underneath the mountains, which contained fresh spring water. He trained each and every day to ensure himself that one day he would face his biggest threat, the demon that he had created by containing his evil and hated nature some time before.
"This planet is something magical, there is strength here just in the peaceful ways of the people. The farmers tilling the land seems to rejuvenate its energy with every stroke of their shovels. The foragers gathering spice to trade, to allow us to reach out to other colonies far away and make friendships where it would otherwise be impossible. The way each villager is happy in just a hut and a set of clothing they acquire from the elders. Each Namekian here is ready to give their lives to the one they refer to as Guru, the father of all Namekians."
Picciolo smiled, then leapt down from the rock, as his feet hit the dirt the wind suddenly stopped, the shrubs ceased to move and it was as though the planet was standing still. He raised up from his lowered position, and scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. "Hm, I guess today's peace was short lived, announce yourself and your intentions intruder, or else I may see this as an opportunity to use some of my new techniques." Piccolo could hear the ground moving as the opponent took steps, it was not namekian as it seemed heavier.
Piccolo noticed a sudden change in the air from a small set of brush around the stone he had stood on earlier. He quickly dashed on top of the rock again and held out a palm. "I am giving you this last warning to claim the title of friend or foe, think carefully before you do."
Discord Name:pbsgt.majjames
Starting Character: Piccolo
Starting Planet: Namek
Character Race: Namekian
Starting Stat Distribution:
- Strength:1500
- Speed:1500
- Toughness:1500
- Stamina:1500
- Vitality:2000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination:
- Charisma:
- Intelligence: +5
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu, Nova Inferno, Beam Ball, Mouth Blast, Eye Beam
Starting Fighting Style: N/A
Starting Stat Bonus: N/A
Character Picture:
Sample RP:
It had been some time, since piccolo was motivated by hate and a certain greed for power. His life was a cycle of malicious attempts at destroying the human race. It was only when he returned to his home world of Namek when piccolo saw the good in his race and the strength they had from fighting their enemies. He saw the powers of peace and prosperity in the tranquilities of life on the planet, and on this day he vowed never to give into his evil ways ever again, so he locked them inside an ancient urn only to be released when he was ready to face them and destroy them forever.
He stood upon a flat stone, in the midst of the plains of Namek, large mountains ran alongside the valley where he stood, wind rustling through the shrubbery, it brushed his ivory cape through the air. Piccolo stood there, ever watching over the village where he had began to call home. He lived just outside the village at a small brook, with a waterfall coming out from underneath the mountains, which contained fresh spring water. He trained each and every day to ensure himself that one day he would face his biggest threat, the demon that he had created by containing his evil and hated nature some time before.
"This planet is something magical, there is strength here just in the peaceful ways of the people. The farmers tilling the land seems to rejuvenate its energy with every stroke of their shovels. The foragers gathering spice to trade, to allow us to reach out to other colonies far away and make friendships where it would otherwise be impossible. The way each villager is happy in just a hut and a set of clothing they acquire from the elders. Each Namekian here is ready to give their lives to the one they refer to as Guru, the father of all Namekians."
Picciolo smiled, then leapt down from the rock, as his feet hit the dirt the wind suddenly stopped, the shrubs ceased to move and it was as though the planet was standing still. He raised up from his lowered position, and scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. "Hm, I guess today's peace was short lived, announce yourself and your intentions intruder, or else I may see this as an opportunity to use some of my new techniques." Piccolo could hear the ground moving as the opponent took steps, it was not namekian as it seemed heavier.
Piccolo noticed a sudden change in the air from a small set of brush around the stone he had stood on earlier. He quickly dashed on top of the rock again and held out a palm. "I am giving you this last warning to claim the title of friend or foe, think carefully before you do."
