Post by Oldecell/Itachi on Oct 11, 2019 17:54:37 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Zarbon
Planet you want to start on: Freeza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 0
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Eye Beam
(Canon Aliens & Changelings Only) Stat you wish increased by +250 instead: Toughness
How did you find this site: Memory
(Required) Email Address: dynnesonrobert@gmail.com
(Required) Roleplay:
Source: I am Infjroleplayer. Sample rp for Zarbon provided.
[Here is a shorter sample].
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Pew. Pew. Whoosh.
Narcissistic Zarbon watched as his inner hatred manifested as a crimon beam of radiant light. The corporeal manifestation of hellish light exploded upon his target's face, exploding in an illumination of light and dark hues of red that left his foe's beauty disfigured. The narcissist couldn't stand a rival, let alone a more beautiful alien before him! His innermost being bubbled up with a fury of wrath that would not lay waste to the fighter who dared gravely wound him with his mere presence!
"Die, filfth, die! You think you can one up me with your beauty of strength and toughness of body. Those arms. Those legs. That power level. That face. Oh, I can't stand it. I cannot bear it any longer. The horror, oh, if only you hadn't challenged me to a duel of most beau--"
---"What the f**k are you talking about, Zarbon? Your target is behind you!"
Zarbon cringed and felt his whole being tense up. He felt a cool breeze brush past his way. He swung around with a close-handed fist and watched as his attack plow through an after image that not only lacked a corporeal form but was suddenly vanishing in mysterious blurred lines of grey and white right before his eyes.
Zarbon felt two quick strikes to his right neck that disoriented him, but not entirely. The next one landed as quick as the other two and succeeded in lifting him up high into the air, past the clouds. Oh it hurt, but not as much as his revenge would once he was able to locate his foe and land a series of blows!
"Behind you!" Shouted the faint but clearly audible voice of his ally warning of an impending attack as to give him a heads up.
Planet you want to start on: Freeza
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 500
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 500
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 points
Determination: 1
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 0
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Eye Beam
(Canon Aliens & Changelings Only) Stat you wish increased by +250 instead: Toughness
How did you find this site: Memory
(Required) Email Address: dynnesonrobert@gmail.com
(Required) Roleplay:
Source: I am Infjroleplayer. Sample rp for Zarbon provided.
[Here is a shorter sample].
Whoosh.
Whoosh.
Pew. Pew. Whoosh.
Narcissistic Zarbon watched as his inner hatred manifested as a crimon beam of radiant light. The corporeal manifestation of hellish light exploded upon his target's face, exploding in an illumination of light and dark hues of red that left his foe's beauty disfigured. The narcissist couldn't stand a rival, let alone a more beautiful alien before him! His innermost being bubbled up with a fury of wrath that would not lay waste to the fighter who dared gravely wound him with his mere presence!
"Die, filfth, die! You think you can one up me with your beauty of strength and toughness of body. Those arms. Those legs. That power level. That face. Oh, I can't stand it. I cannot bear it any longer. The horror, oh, if only you hadn't challenged me to a duel of most beau--"
---"What the f**k are you talking about, Zarbon? Your target is behind you!"
Zarbon cringed and felt his whole being tense up. He felt a cool breeze brush past his way. He swung around with a close-handed fist and watched as his attack plow through an after image that not only lacked a corporeal form but was suddenly vanishing in mysterious blurred lines of grey and white right before his eyes.
Zarbon felt two quick strikes to his right neck that disoriented him, but not entirely. The next one landed as quick as the other two and succeeded in lifting him up high into the air, past the clouds. Oh it hurt, but not as much as his revenge would once he was able to locate his foe and land a series of blows!
"Behind you!" Shouted the faint but clearly audible voice of his ally warning of an impending attack as to give him a heads up.
