Post by Joining- infjroleplayer on Oct 9, 2019 16:44:47 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Intuero
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race: Human
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength: 300
Speed: 300
Toughness: 550
Stamina: 300
Vitality: 800
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Kiai
How did you find this site: Web search
(Required) Email Address: rmd.headquarters@gmail.com
(Required) Roleplay: I have writer's block for my custom, so I hope you don't mind me roleplaying with a canon character.
Zarbon gazed into the distance with arms folded as he stood atop a grass hill overlooking the aftermath of a battle that had just concluded. He could feel the sun's warm rays shining down upon him as if it was a mystical sign affirming his victory---the timing was perfect. He couldn't help but grin at the timing of the sun's ray illuminating his wavy hair and luscious skin tone into a golden texture of glorious bodily perfection. He felt alive as he contemplated the scene of death before him...
Zarbon grimaced. He turned away in disgust upon seeing one of the corpses twitch. He felt his body tense up in sudden rage as if ready to explode in fury at what had slighted him. How was it one of the men were still alive after his scouter checked in with the group at having no more than one-hundredth of his beautiful powerful level!T The worm! How dare he! The shame, oh, the bitter shame at having the slime cling to life. He would make sure the pathetic piece of trash wouldn't survive this time. He turned around, set his sights upon his prey, and..
AND HE WAS GONE! Zarbon looked around anxiously for his target but couldn't find him. He had vanished. Where could he be...if only...---
BANG. Zarbon felt confusion set in as his vision gave way to darkness and stars. He felt the shock and pain of something hitting his cheek, sending him flying. He felt disoriented and in a daze even as he felt himself slam into the dirt and roll along for several meters. The taste of dirt and grass as he rolled uncontrollably like some runaway sportsball was just an awful experience. It infuriated him even more as he recollected himself and opened his eyes, disoriented and feeling off balance. He scrambled to his feet before forcing himself to stand in a slopping fighting position as if by sheer will power alone, eyes looking around at once to find the worm who dared to humiliate him.
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race: Human
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength: 300
Speed: 300
Toughness: 550
Stamina: 300
Vitality: 800
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Kiai
How did you find this site: Web search
(Required) Email Address: rmd.headquarters@gmail.com
(Required) Roleplay: I have writer's block for my custom, so I hope you don't mind me roleplaying with a canon character.
Zarbon gazed into the distance with arms folded as he stood atop a grass hill overlooking the aftermath of a battle that had just concluded. He could feel the sun's warm rays shining down upon him as if it was a mystical sign affirming his victory---the timing was perfect. He couldn't help but grin at the timing of the sun's ray illuminating his wavy hair and luscious skin tone into a golden texture of glorious bodily perfection. He felt alive as he contemplated the scene of death before him...
Zarbon grimaced. He turned away in disgust upon seeing one of the corpses twitch. He felt his body tense up in sudden rage as if ready to explode in fury at what had slighted him. How was it one of the men were still alive after his scouter checked in with the group at having no more than one-hundredth of his beautiful powerful level!T The worm! How dare he! The shame, oh, the bitter shame at having the slime cling to life. He would make sure the pathetic piece of trash wouldn't survive this time. He turned around, set his sights upon his prey, and..
AND HE WAS GONE! Zarbon looked around anxiously for his target but couldn't find him. He had vanished. Where could he be...if only...---
BANG. Zarbon felt confusion set in as his vision gave way to darkness and stars. He felt the shock and pain of something hitting his cheek, sending him flying. He felt disoriented and in a daze even as he felt himself slam into the dirt and roll along for several meters. The taste of dirt and grass as he rolled uncontrollably like some runaway sportsball was just an awful experience. It infuriated him even more as he recollected himself and opened his eyes, disoriented and feeling off balance. He scrambled to his feet before forcing himself to stand in a slopping fighting position as if by sheer will power alone, eyes looking around at once to find the worm who dared to humiliate him.
