Post by Ethan Snow on Jul 29, 2019 16:31:09 GMT -5
Name: Ethan
Planet of Origin: Earth
Species: Human
Stats: Strength; 600
Speed; 300
Toughness; 500
Stamina; 600
Vitality; 500
Determination: 1
Charisma: 2 (Doubled for Human)
Intelligence: 1
Fundamental: Deflect
Located the site via: Duckduckgo search
Email: his-divine-assassin at the hotmail of the dot com. Remember to remove the dashes.
Sample Role Play: Excerpt from an RP on Dragonball; Ripples of Time.
dbrot.proboards.com/thread/269/building-home-open?page=3
"That was my idea with Namek. Even if we can't save them, we'd at least learn enough to do something here... As for evacuating, where would the people go? How would they get there? How would we even get that going in a month? And how much training would we miss out on while we're concentrating on that?" Ethan countered. While he'd like to do as Ethar suggested and evacuate, there was simply no feasible way to do it. Finally Ethar suggested something that Ethan could get behind, some proper stress relief.
"Now that's a good idea, I feel like hitting someone right about now." the boy replied. Noting the smile on Ethar's face, Ethan raised an eyebrow at the other shirtless young man and turned to face him, bringing his arms up and folding them behind his head in a supremely confident move. "Think you're up to the challenge old man?" Ethan teased and he showed off his physique. Ethar was around the same age as his older brother and by no means an old man, but the difference in their two relative ages opened up the possibility for Ethan to tease him and the blue haired teen grabbed it.
---Other Poster nails Ethan in the stomach with a strong punch.---
With his arms folded up behind his head, Ethan was to the outside observer seemingly too busy showing off to properly defend himself. In truth though, and he suspected Ethar knew it as well, the shirtless boy was letting his friend get a free slug in on him before they started their training and Ethar did not disappoint. The brown haired man smashed his bare fist into Ethan's bare stomach, sinking that punch into the boy's body past the wrist and drawing a pained groan from the teen. "Uuuuungggg!..." He'd of course left himself exposed and his abdominals were not tensed to their fullest. Had he actually intended to ward off the effects of the punch, Ethar's fist would have met his toned midsection like a car slamming into a wall rather then a piston crushing a rubber ball.
Needless to say the boy started to double over, his still elevated arms unclasping from behind his head as his body bowed to Ethar's strength came down, one arm draping over the other young man's shoulder. Ethan wasn't really in a mind set to defend himself yet, concentrating more on the ache in his innards, so the swift kick to his leg took his support right out from under him. Grunting from the kick, the teen started to go down, though he did try to stop himself with the arm over Ethar's shoulder. This though wasn't exactly successful. While he didn't claw at the other male, his fingers did try and get a grip of the other's almost equally toned body, though this only resulted in his hand awkwardly sliding down and across Ethar's chest as Ethan dropped to his knees and wrapped his other arm around his own midsection.
Instantly he began to regret the choice to try and hold onto Ethar. Between their both being shirtless and Ethar's apparent knowledge of his weakness and complete willingness to exploit it to keep the field level, the touch of his hand to the other's skin was enough to kick start the boy's rebellious body. Worse, he knew it was so wrong, Ethar was akin to another brother and such a reaction was like being tempted with forbidden fruit, made even more so by the fact that he was already in a relationship of sorts with Brandon as well as his conflicted feelings for Ohkara. It was purely hormones though, Ethan knew that much at least. Who wouldn't get their rocks off fighting this guy shirtless?
'Oh damn, stop thinking about, get up and punch him back already!' Ethan' thought to himself as he tried to straiten up and get back to his feet, though the moments he'd spent on his knees, nursing his aching stomach would by now have provided Ethar ample time to position himself for any number of continuing maneuvers.
Planet of Origin: Earth
Species: Human
Stats: Strength; 600
Speed; 300
Toughness; 500
Stamina; 600
Vitality; 500
Determination: 1
Charisma: 2 (Doubled for Human)
Intelligence: 1
Fundamental: Deflect
Located the site via: Duckduckgo search
Email: his-divine-assassin at the hotmail of the dot com. Remember to remove the dashes.
Sample Role Play: Excerpt from an RP on Dragonball; Ripples of Time.
dbrot.proboards.com/thread/269/building-home-open?page=3
"That was my idea with Namek. Even if we can't save them, we'd at least learn enough to do something here... As for evacuating, where would the people go? How would they get there? How would we even get that going in a month? And how much training would we miss out on while we're concentrating on that?" Ethan countered. While he'd like to do as Ethar suggested and evacuate, there was simply no feasible way to do it. Finally Ethar suggested something that Ethan could get behind, some proper stress relief.
"Now that's a good idea, I feel like hitting someone right about now." the boy replied. Noting the smile on Ethar's face, Ethan raised an eyebrow at the other shirtless young man and turned to face him, bringing his arms up and folding them behind his head in a supremely confident move. "Think you're up to the challenge old man?" Ethan teased and he showed off his physique. Ethar was around the same age as his older brother and by no means an old man, but the difference in their two relative ages opened up the possibility for Ethan to tease him and the blue haired teen grabbed it.
---Other Poster nails Ethan in the stomach with a strong punch.---
With his arms folded up behind his head, Ethan was to the outside observer seemingly too busy showing off to properly defend himself. In truth though, and he suspected Ethar knew it as well, the shirtless boy was letting his friend get a free slug in on him before they started their training and Ethar did not disappoint. The brown haired man smashed his bare fist into Ethan's bare stomach, sinking that punch into the boy's body past the wrist and drawing a pained groan from the teen. "Uuuuungggg!..." He'd of course left himself exposed and his abdominals were not tensed to their fullest. Had he actually intended to ward off the effects of the punch, Ethar's fist would have met his toned midsection like a car slamming into a wall rather then a piston crushing a rubber ball.
Needless to say the boy started to double over, his still elevated arms unclasping from behind his head as his body bowed to Ethar's strength came down, one arm draping over the other young man's shoulder. Ethan wasn't really in a mind set to defend himself yet, concentrating more on the ache in his innards, so the swift kick to his leg took his support right out from under him. Grunting from the kick, the teen started to go down, though he did try to stop himself with the arm over Ethar's shoulder. This though wasn't exactly successful. While he didn't claw at the other male, his fingers did try and get a grip of the other's almost equally toned body, though this only resulted in his hand awkwardly sliding down and across Ethar's chest as Ethan dropped to his knees and wrapped his other arm around his own midsection.
Instantly he began to regret the choice to try and hold onto Ethar. Between their both being shirtless and Ethar's apparent knowledge of his weakness and complete willingness to exploit it to keep the field level, the touch of his hand to the other's skin was enough to kick start the boy's rebellious body. Worse, he knew it was so wrong, Ethar was akin to another brother and such a reaction was like being tempted with forbidden fruit, made even more so by the fact that he was already in a relationship of sorts with Brandon as well as his conflicted feelings for Ohkara. It was purely hormones though, Ethan knew that much at least. Who wouldn't get their rocks off fighting this guy shirtless?
'Oh damn, stop thinking about, get up and punch him back already!' Ethan' thought to himself as he tried to straiten up and get back to his feet, though the moments he'd spent on his knees, nursing his aching stomach would by now have provided Ethar ample time to position himself for any number of continuing maneuvers.
