Post by Xavier[] on Oct 21, 2023 0:03:25 GMT -5
Were you referred?: Ember
Discord Name: XavierLeeHildeStarting Character: Xavier Lee
Starting Planet: Namek
Character Race: Alien
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8,000 points) (Customs = 7,000 points)
- Strength: 500
- Speed: 5,000
- Toughness: 1,000
- Stamina: 250
- Vitality: 250
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 2
- Charisma: 1
- Intelligence: 2
Starting Technique: Bukujutsu, Blast Punch, Deflect, Kiai, Energy Dan
If you are a brand new member (not a second soul) you additionally get the ability Beginner's Aura, and the item Superior Ticket)
Starting Stat Bonus: Speed: +1,500
Character Bio:
Xavier was once a knight of high renown in a far off planet that inhabited a galaxy unknown to this sector of space. He fell in love with the Princess that he was sworn to protect, Lady Evelyn, who reciprocated this love, and the two fled the planet on the night of her wedding. Within her was an ancient bloodline, a bloodline that he too shared in distant relation - as the two were in fact cousins. No one would have suspected that a woman of her station would elope with her cousin. The lovers fled as far as they could, far enough to hopefully leave their troubles behind them, and the pair eventually stumbled on the lush green Planet Of Namek - eager to build a new life together.
Sample RP:
One by one the battle hardened warriors trotted through the gates on horseback.
The enamored crowd of peasants swarmed the knights with praise and applause.
The warriors were relieved to be back on home soil, and they were eager to see their families and friends - at the very least those that had not been lost to battle.
The warriors waved at the adoring crowd, basking in the admiration and praise. Shouts of freedom and liberty from the smallfolk put a smile on the faces of the soldiers.
Save for one.
The one that was most praised of all.
Sir Xavier Lee was nicknamed the Glorious Blade due to his heralded accomplishments on the field of battle. A warrior of incalculable renown, bards and enemies alike sung his praises. There were foes who referred to him as the White Demon due to his viciousness and savagery on the battlefield, his snow white hair at the end of every conflict was brushed red with the blood of his enemies - giving him the appearance of a mad demon.
Even now, in the safety of his home territory of Edessa, he found it quite difficult to dispense with the tension of battles past and relax himself. His sullen expression remained plastered on his visage even as the women and children tossed wreaths fashioned from the most beautiful of flowers.
Another horse strode next to him, and its mount was a good friend and compatriot of his, a veteran of a hundred battles who saved his neck more times than he could count - the esteemed General Gerald Blackgate.
"Are the wreaths not to your liking?" The General asked him.
Xavier's gaze remained steadfast, beyond the horizon laid the sight of his marbled castle. His home. He could feel the silk-cotton sheets call out his name.
"It's been a long time away from home, that is all," Xavier said.
"It has, hasn't it?" The General agreed.
The remainder of the trot was done in silence, and the sounds of cheers were drowned out by the screams of past battles that haunted him still....
The enamored crowd of peasants swarmed the knights with praise and applause.
The warriors were relieved to be back on home soil, and they were eager to see their families and friends - at the very least those that had not been lost to battle.
The warriors waved at the adoring crowd, basking in the admiration and praise. Shouts of freedom and liberty from the smallfolk put a smile on the faces of the soldiers.
Save for one.
The one that was most praised of all.
Sir Xavier Lee was nicknamed the Glorious Blade due to his heralded accomplishments on the field of battle. A warrior of incalculable renown, bards and enemies alike sung his praises. There were foes who referred to him as the White Demon due to his viciousness and savagery on the battlefield, his snow white hair at the end of every conflict was brushed red with the blood of his enemies - giving him the appearance of a mad demon.
Even now, in the safety of his home territory of Edessa, he found it quite difficult to dispense with the tension of battles past and relax himself. His sullen expression remained plastered on his visage even as the women and children tossed wreaths fashioned from the most beautiful of flowers.
Another horse strode next to him, and its mount was a good friend and compatriot of his, a veteran of a hundred battles who saved his neck more times than he could count - the esteemed General Gerald Blackgate.
"Are the wreaths not to your liking?" The General asked him.
Xavier's gaze remained steadfast, beyond the horizon laid the sight of his marbled castle. His home. He could feel the silk-cotton sheets call out his name.
"It's been a long time away from home, that is all," Xavier said.
"It has, hasn't it?" The General agreed.
The remainder of the trot was done in silence, and the sounds of cheers were drowned out by the screams of past battles that haunted him still....
