Post by Trixie~ on Feb 11, 2024 2:40:01 GMT -5
The join form said to register, but then it wouldn't let me post so I just did it as a guest.
Were you referred?: No
Discord Name: Trixie
Starting Character: Toma
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Character Race: Saiyan
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8,000 points) (Customs = 7,000 points)
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
Starting Technique: Rising Knee, Razor Swipe, Double Assault, Friction Focus, Deflect
Starting Fighting Style: Aggressive
Character Bio: A true soldier. A low class saiyan, but a soldier nonetheless. Toma's childhood wasn't very pleasant. Both parents were alcoholics and were nothing but abusive towards their only son. If there was a reason, Toma learned how to fight, it was to defend himself from the various problems he encountered growing up. As soon as he was old enough he enlisted into the Royal Military to escape his home. Toma is ruthlessly efficient. He has an easy and ready to explode temper about him. Which does nothing if not cause more problems among his fellow soldiers. Despite this fact, he's a proven soldier and reliable when he needs to be. Toma doesn't like using Ki to fight. He'd rather beat down an opponent into the ground with his bare hands.
Character Picture: Link
Sample RP: (This can be previously written for another site, or written on the fly. It might be at least 300 words)
Were you referred?: No
Discord Name: Trixie
Starting Character: Toma
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Character Race: Saiyan
Starting Stat Distribution: (Canons = 8,000 points) (Customs = 7,000 points)
- Strength: 1,600
- Speed: 1,600
- Toughness:1,600
- Stamina: 200
- Vitality: 3000
Starting Trait Distribution: (5 points)
- Determination: 3
- Charisma: 0
- Intelligence: 2
Starting Technique: Rising Knee, Razor Swipe, Double Assault, Friction Focus, Deflect
Starting Fighting Style: Aggressive
Character Bio: A true soldier. A low class saiyan, but a soldier nonetheless. Toma's childhood wasn't very pleasant. Both parents were alcoholics and were nothing but abusive towards their only son. If there was a reason, Toma learned how to fight, it was to defend himself from the various problems he encountered growing up. As soon as he was old enough he enlisted into the Royal Military to escape his home. Toma is ruthlessly efficient. He has an easy and ready to explode temper about him. Which does nothing if not cause more problems among his fellow soldiers. Despite this fact, he's a proven soldier and reliable when he needs to be. Toma doesn't like using Ki to fight. He'd rather beat down an opponent into the ground with his bare hands.
Character Picture: Link
Sample RP: (This can be previously written for another site, or written on the fly. It might be at least 300 words)
Previously on Friends
Lodis had decided to march on the Kingdom of Merania. Jaina had been chosen as one of the chief strategists for the war. Beatrix had been conscripted into being a general. The Lodis army had been intercepted by a Meranian legion and forced to stop. The enemy force was just over ten thousand strong, which was uncomfortably close to the size of the main force that Lodis could field. The Mistress had to be coerced into wearing field plate for the march towards Merania territory. She hadn’t worn plate since her time in the Arcadian legion. She pulled on her cuirass and tried to adjust her bosom beneath the tight clothing. Despite not having the biggest boobs, Jaina had helped Beatrix bind her chest so she could fit into the gambeson and into the chest plate. Despite several concerned parties she had chosen to forgo the helmet. As the Lodis army came to a halt on the wet grass fourteen miles east of the Meranian capital, Beatrix gave herself a onceover. She shifted the shield on her left arm and made sure her backup blade was securely sheathed on the underside. She settled her gaze on the enemy line and placed her dominant hand to the hilt of her longsword.
The sun was on its way into the sky this early in the morning. The Mistress had forgotten what it was like to wear full plate. She shifted her jaw and scanned the enemy line once more. Several horns blared from the opposite side. The clattering of soldiers and equipment filled the air as the enemy force marched into position. Jaina had acquired comms from Cevanti just for this occasion. Beatrix could communicate with the sorceress and Stephen on their own private radio channel. Tensions were growing with each passing second. The Mistress was unsure of who would charge first. Much to her dismay another horn pierced the momentary silence. The sound of hooves pounding the ground filled her ears. She looked right and then left. Merania had sent their cataphracts to the flanks. Another horn sounded and the main force started their charge. The troops around her looked to their general nervously, but Beatrix wore a grin as her eyes ignited with bright red energy.
“This is it gentlemen. Stay with me. Stay. With. Me.” she said sternly.
From the left and right flank of the Lodis army, blood began pouring out from between the ranks of the soldiers. The crimson liquid coagulated and shaped itself into heavy armored hoplite soldiers made completely of vitae. The two blood phalanx’s charged the oncoming cavalry. As soon as she was sure the last of her animated soldiers left their line, Beatrix drew her sword. This made everyone else around her do the same and soon the air was filled with steel leaving scabbards. The Mistress twirled her blade and looked back at her second-in command.
“With me, Masters.”
With a nod the man blew his horn and the entire Lodis army charged. Beatrix had gone over various battle tactics with the officers in the army so that it could be disseminated to the lower ranks. One big tip she had was to limit the charge to a steady jog…until you were right on the enemy. The trick was to save your strength for the final push into the enemy line, so you had more stamina to fight. It was something she had learned from Gavin while serving as his serjent.
The moment arrived and Beatrix dropped into a full sprint and placed her shield in front of her. She and everyone she was with collided with the enemy line. Beatrix blew through the two men in her way and drove her blade into the nearest enemy. Pushing him off she pushed forward with Masters behind her. The fighting was intense. It took a couple minutes, but eventually the bulk of both armies were locked in a brutal battle for the field. The cataphracts had been stopped cold allowing Beatrix to release the magic. Driving her blade into a young man trying to kill her she bathed in his blood and roared with bloodlust. A side of her she hoped Jaina would never get to see. Ripping her blade free she jumped to the rescue of her second-in command and drove her blade through the weak points on the armor of the man trying to kill Masters. Arrows began to fall from the sky from both sides.
The Mistress and her retinue had managed to punch into the center of the enemy force. They were struggling to stay afloat but they had a mission. Beatrix took a flag from one of her men and extended a collapsible quarter staff. Attaching the flag, she raised it into the air and waved it around.
“That’s the signal! Down fifteen. Left twenty. Range…four hundred!” Jaina shouted to the men under her command.
“All mortars open fire!”
The men on the field of battle were startled by the thunderous explosions coming from the Lodis supply line. Fire began to rain down upon the enemy soldiers around Beatrix. She placed a hand on Masters’ shoulder and proceeded back towards their own lines. Her unit carved their way through the enemy that was trying to overwhelm the tiring front line. The Mistress zeroed in on an enemy commander who was dispatching her soldiers with relative ease. Beatrix adjusted herself and reaffirmed her grip on the shield and sword she had before moving in. As the man was dealing a death blow, she slid under his strike and bashed her shield upward to knock him back. The commander recovered quickly and feinted away from the slash Beatrix had sent his way. She led with the tip of her sword making him bat it away. She kept her blade connected to his and redirected his weapon to her left. They stayed locked in the clinch staring each other down.
“You will die, blood mage!”
“You first!” The redhead replied, planting a boot to his chest and knocking them out of the clinch.
Beatrix’s eyes ignited with red energy as she charged the man she was fighting. Whoever he was, he was no slouch. He was able to cut down the spikes of blood she could produce from the saturated ground with ease.
“Your cheap tricks are well known in Merania, mage. You won’t beat me so easily like you did my predecessor.” He taunted.
With a disgruntled sigh, Beatrix broke through his guard and impaled her sword through his left leg. As he went to retaliate and drive his own sword into her neck the Mistress had already formed wicked looking claws on her right gauntlet. She gripped the man by the neck and squeezed ripping his throat away from his body. She discarded the chunk of flesh and grabbed the man’s spine ripping it away from his body. Beatrix let out a blood-soaked war cry as she lifted the man’s spine into the air causing her allied troops to rally to her and cheer with renewed morale.
Lodis had decided to march on the Kingdom of Merania. Jaina had been chosen as one of the chief strategists for the war. Beatrix had been conscripted into being a general. The Lodis army had been intercepted by a Meranian legion and forced to stop. The enemy force was just over ten thousand strong, which was uncomfortably close to the size of the main force that Lodis could field. The Mistress had to be coerced into wearing field plate for the march towards Merania territory. She hadn’t worn plate since her time in the Arcadian legion. She pulled on her cuirass and tried to adjust her bosom beneath the tight clothing. Despite not having the biggest boobs, Jaina had helped Beatrix bind her chest so she could fit into the gambeson and into the chest plate. Despite several concerned parties she had chosen to forgo the helmet. As the Lodis army came to a halt on the wet grass fourteen miles east of the Meranian capital, Beatrix gave herself a onceover. She shifted the shield on her left arm and made sure her backup blade was securely sheathed on the underside. She settled her gaze on the enemy line and placed her dominant hand to the hilt of her longsword.
The sun was on its way into the sky this early in the morning. The Mistress had forgotten what it was like to wear full plate. She shifted her jaw and scanned the enemy line once more. Several horns blared from the opposite side. The clattering of soldiers and equipment filled the air as the enemy force marched into position. Jaina had acquired comms from Cevanti just for this occasion. Beatrix could communicate with the sorceress and Stephen on their own private radio channel. Tensions were growing with each passing second. The Mistress was unsure of who would charge first. Much to her dismay another horn pierced the momentary silence. The sound of hooves pounding the ground filled her ears. She looked right and then left. Merania had sent their cataphracts to the flanks. Another horn sounded and the main force started their charge. The troops around her looked to their general nervously, but Beatrix wore a grin as her eyes ignited with bright red energy.
“This is it gentlemen. Stay with me. Stay. With. Me.” she said sternly.
From the left and right flank of the Lodis army, blood began pouring out from between the ranks of the soldiers. The crimson liquid coagulated and shaped itself into heavy armored hoplite soldiers made completely of vitae. The two blood phalanx’s charged the oncoming cavalry. As soon as she was sure the last of her animated soldiers left their line, Beatrix drew her sword. This made everyone else around her do the same and soon the air was filled with steel leaving scabbards. The Mistress twirled her blade and looked back at her second-in command.
“With me, Masters.”
With a nod the man blew his horn and the entire Lodis army charged. Beatrix had gone over various battle tactics with the officers in the army so that it could be disseminated to the lower ranks. One big tip she had was to limit the charge to a steady jog…until you were right on the enemy. The trick was to save your strength for the final push into the enemy line, so you had more stamina to fight. It was something she had learned from Gavin while serving as his serjent.
The moment arrived and Beatrix dropped into a full sprint and placed her shield in front of her. She and everyone she was with collided with the enemy line. Beatrix blew through the two men in her way and drove her blade into the nearest enemy. Pushing him off she pushed forward with Masters behind her. The fighting was intense. It took a couple minutes, but eventually the bulk of both armies were locked in a brutal battle for the field. The cataphracts had been stopped cold allowing Beatrix to release the magic. Driving her blade into a young man trying to kill her she bathed in his blood and roared with bloodlust. A side of her she hoped Jaina would never get to see. Ripping her blade free she jumped to the rescue of her second-in command and drove her blade through the weak points on the armor of the man trying to kill Masters. Arrows began to fall from the sky from both sides.
The Mistress and her retinue had managed to punch into the center of the enemy force. They were struggling to stay afloat but they had a mission. Beatrix took a flag from one of her men and extended a collapsible quarter staff. Attaching the flag, she raised it into the air and waved it around.
“That’s the signal! Down fifteen. Left twenty. Range…four hundred!” Jaina shouted to the men under her command.
“All mortars open fire!”
The men on the field of battle were startled by the thunderous explosions coming from the Lodis supply line. Fire began to rain down upon the enemy soldiers around Beatrix. She placed a hand on Masters’ shoulder and proceeded back towards their own lines. Her unit carved their way through the enemy that was trying to overwhelm the tiring front line. The Mistress zeroed in on an enemy commander who was dispatching her soldiers with relative ease. Beatrix adjusted herself and reaffirmed her grip on the shield and sword she had before moving in. As the man was dealing a death blow, she slid under his strike and bashed her shield upward to knock him back. The commander recovered quickly and feinted away from the slash Beatrix had sent his way. She led with the tip of her sword making him bat it away. She kept her blade connected to his and redirected his weapon to her left. They stayed locked in the clinch staring each other down.
“You will die, blood mage!”
“You first!” The redhead replied, planting a boot to his chest and knocking them out of the clinch.
Beatrix’s eyes ignited with red energy as she charged the man she was fighting. Whoever he was, he was no slouch. He was able to cut down the spikes of blood she could produce from the saturated ground with ease.
“Your cheap tricks are well known in Merania, mage. You won’t beat me so easily like you did my predecessor.” He taunted.
With a disgruntled sigh, Beatrix broke through his guard and impaled her sword through his left leg. As he went to retaliate and drive his own sword into her neck the Mistress had already formed wicked looking claws on her right gauntlet. She gripped the man by the neck and squeezed ripping his throat away from his body. She discarded the chunk of flesh and grabbed the man’s spine ripping it away from his body. Beatrix let out a blood-soaked war cry as she lifted the man’s spine into the air causing her allied troops to rally to her and cheer with renewed morale.
