Post by APersonOnAComp - Guest on Oct 14, 2019 2:37:11 GMT -5
So, here's hoping I don't mess this up too badly. I just discovered this place and am completely new here. I've included some extra information in order the character to be better understood. The roleplay is an excerpt of a scene I wrote for a Star Wars RPG that took place just after Order 66 in the Clone Wars for an Original Character.
*Please note that custom characters require a picture of your character and a separate 300 word history/biography in addition to your sample roleplay.
Character you wish to be:
Kyuuri
Planet you want to start on:
Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race:
Saiya-jin
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength:
500
Speed:
700
Toughness:
300
Stamina:
450
Vitality:
300
Distribute 3 points
Determination:
1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence:
1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
Kiai
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have:
Balanced
How did you find this site:
A rather strange Google search. Pages down. I guess that makes me determined?
(Required) Email Address:
TheAnimeMaster at gmail.com
Character Personality: Kyuuri is oddly wise for a Saiya-jin, and unlike their usual brash nature his outlook on life is most definitely one of "going with the flow." Ever since he arrived on Earth, he has spent his time either vacationing and treating his appetites or earning some quick cash in order to do the aforementioned things. After having to live on the Saiya-jin homeworld so long with people who did not understand him, he has been enjoying the rather stark change in both scenery and the mindset of the local people.
The concept of morality is a bit of a foreign concept to him. While he is not the kind of person that would go out and kill people, he is also less likely to get fully involved unless there is something in it for him. Perhaps some would consider this selfish, but realistically what kind of mentally-challenged person would put themselves in harm's way for no personal gain? Even Earth's police force gets paid, after all.
The way he words these things can come off as harsh, but Kyuuri has a kind streak and will likely still get off his butt to help out if the situation is dire enough as long as he can rationalize enough to do so.
Character History: Born on the Saiya-jin homeworld, Kyuuri was a Saiya-jin that preferred to use his head rather than his muscle to solve his problems. It was uncommon to see him participate in physical training like every other member of his species which led many others to think that he was a weak runt to be culled in order to keep the reputation of the warrior race.
That mindset proved to be a large mistake.
While Kyuuri's physical prowess left something to be desired, his fighting aptitude was one of the best on the planet from even a young age. Since his intelligence and situational awareness was so high, he could predict his opponents' movements moments before they would attack. This was the cause of his rather lazy attitude when it came to physical training: if he could predict his opponents' attacks, he could then defend himself with the least amount of effort possible and come up with an appropriate counter-attack in order to end the fight with the lowest amount of movement. Not only did his head tilts and sidesteps not hold the flair of the usual physically aggressive Saiya-jin style of combat, but his fights tended to end rather quickly which made them even less exciting to watch. Though none could argue that Kyuuri managed to defeat many opponents his senior, none could also say that he fit the definition of the Saiya-jin fighter that others of this race would be willing to aspire to.
What resulted was his expulsion from the Saiya-jin homeworld. Having been sent to Earth, Kyuuri could not be happier. Here, the earthlings tended to live their life in excess which was not something he was used to compared to the spartan living on the planet which he had been raised. He tends to take odd jobs and enjoys lounging in the sunlight on the grass and enjoying his life. Even when he signed up for the recent World Martial Arts Championship, he had only signed up in order to get the prize money to make his living on the planet easier. When someone offered him a larger sum of money than he thought he would be able to achieve in the tournament rankings without exerting too much effort, he took the bribe and threw his match without a second thought.
After all, what kind of idiot would exert himself for fame or glory?
(Required) Please include a small sample roleplay. This could be a roleplay that you have done on another site (if so you will be asked for a link to the thread) or it could be a completely unique roleplay written up on the fly. Must be above 300 words.
Having used the other clone trooper as cover in order to prevent the officer from firing at him, the few moments as he moved allowed Tarrin's senses to perceive what was going on in the battle around him. He could see the anguish on Den's face as the cry for mercy went unheeded, and the blaster bolt that grazed through Raana's skin caused gritted teeth. His friends were in harm's way, and here he was unable to bring himself to strike back against the ones who were harming them. Ones who had been friends themselves. But, the Miraluka knew his heart was too soft, unable to banish the vision of Charlie from his mind when he had to turn his weapon against the Clones. How could he? The Clones had been the staunchest allies in the worst of places. But, in his desperation, he found the answer he sought. There was only one thing that could cloud one's emotions well enough to steel him for what he needed to do.
Anger.
As the Padawan spun around the clone trooper, he walked slowly toward the officer. Grasping onto the feeling of the pain his allies were in and the pain of the betrayal he felt, he could feel his lips twisting into a snarl.
"Fine," he stated coldly. "No more mercy." His lightsaber flashed in a long, swinging arc to bat away a stray blaster bolt that flew in his direction as he kept walking forward. "No more quarter." Bringing the brilliant blue blade of light back up before him, he continued. "Just remember. You brought this on yourselves."
With that, Tarrin thrust forward with his lightsaber, piercing through the Sergeant's thigh in a quick stab that was meant to give pain and distract the attention downward before flicking upward the score across the side of the helmet's T-shaped visor to cause the Clone to recoil. Counting on that, the Miraluka's foot lashed outward to strike in the spot of the thigh he had just injured to cause the Sergeant intentional pain. The Padawan was no longer trying to fight defensively anymore. He was trying to inflict as much pain as he could. Burned, charred scores began to cover the officer's armor as Tarrin's lightsaber kept moving like a fluid snake of light.
"You were our friends," he stated amid the flickering light of the sparks caused by the contact of lightsaber to armor. "We trusted you with our lives. We will not make that mistake again."
Raising his voice for the others to hear, he shouted. "Get to the ship! I'll try to hold them off the best I can until you get there!"
Raising his lightsaber point toward the injured Sergeant, Tarrin leveled his voice to the Clone once again. "I suggest you leave before whatever shred of mercy I have left for you is gone. I am telling you this in recognition for what the Clones and the Jedi have shared up to this point."
Truthfully, the Miraluka was trying to keep the darkness at bay before the emotion managed to overtake him. Taking out his anger on the Sergeant had felt...good. And he really wasn't sure what to make of that feeling.
The clone officer by the boxy freighter tried to minimized the effects of the strikes from Tarrin, but there were too many and he suffered several wounds. He fired several, shaky shots toward the blind Jedi's legs to give himself room. He took advantage of the momentary reprieve and hopped back past the ramp and around the strut of the Shrieking Acklay to put some obstacles in the Jedi's path.
The several shots that the Clone Officer took toward the Miraluka's legs were batted away with the ease of a person swinging an umbrella while taking a casual stroll. The blaster bolts did not even serve to break the Padawan's slow stride as he walked around the strut of the Shrieking Acklay. With one gesture of his left hand, whatever obstacles were strewn beyond the strut were sent skittering across the floor of the dock by a short gust of the Force.
"You have chosen the path without mercy then," Tarrin intoned as he approached the Clone Officer with lightsaber held at an angle at his side. "So be it."
The clone raised his Republic issue blaster rifle shakily in his hands only for the weapon to be deftly cleaved in two, the brilliant blue blade of the lightsaber leaving molten metal passing in its wake as it left the offending weapon irreparably useless. The front piece of the blaster rifle clattered to the floor at the same time as the Miraluka's foot lashed out to strike the Clone Officer in the center of the chest to send him sprawling on his back. Planting his synth-leather-booted foot against the clone's abdomen to prevent him from struggling, he raised his lightsaber over his head with the blade pointed downward and slowly scored the point through the clone's chest.
It was not a quick death. The superheated plasma moved downward slowly, causing the Clone Officer's screams of pain to echo as the Padawan took pleasure in the revenge taken after the mercy he had tried to give was so casually tossed aside by the receiver. Finally, the blade came out the other side and the Officer expired. Withdrawing the blue blade, he held it next to him as he crouched to rummage through the clone's belt for belongings. Withdrawing a datapad, he inspected the contents with a cursory glance.
The document was addressed to the senior officer staff. This particular clone did not have the appearance of an officer of that high a level, so it may have been given as a way to review senior orders. But, its contents were far more important. Deployment orders for something referred to as Order 66. While Tarrin did not have the time to review the contents of the order in detail, what he did know was that the datapad had deployment routes which meant that once they escaped on the Shrieking Acklay they would be able to avoid further clone trooper activity.
Straightening himself from his crouched position, the Miraluka made his way back around the strut of the ship in order to get inside. They needed to leave before things got much worse. He remembered from their previous operation that clones rarely came without backup. It was quite possible that this may only be a stalling tactic. They needed to get out of here.
"We may have more company soon!" he called out to the others. "Get to the ship!"
*Please note that custom characters require a picture of your character and a separate 300 word history/biography in addition to your sample roleplay.
Character you wish to be:
Kyuuri
Planet you want to start on:
Earth
(Customs Only) Character Race:
Saiya-jin
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength:
500
Speed:
700
Toughness:
300
Stamina:
450
Vitality:
300
Distribute 3 points
Determination:
1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence:
1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
Kiai
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have:
Balanced
How did you find this site:
A rather strange Google search. Pages down. I guess that makes me determined?
(Required) Email Address:
TheAnimeMaster at gmail.com
Character Personality: Kyuuri is oddly wise for a Saiya-jin, and unlike their usual brash nature his outlook on life is most definitely one of "going with the flow." Ever since he arrived on Earth, he has spent his time either vacationing and treating his appetites or earning some quick cash in order to do the aforementioned things. After having to live on the Saiya-jin homeworld so long with people who did not understand him, he has been enjoying the rather stark change in both scenery and the mindset of the local people.
The concept of morality is a bit of a foreign concept to him. While he is not the kind of person that would go out and kill people, he is also less likely to get fully involved unless there is something in it for him. Perhaps some would consider this selfish, but realistically what kind of mentally-challenged person would put themselves in harm's way for no personal gain? Even Earth's police force gets paid, after all.
The way he words these things can come off as harsh, but Kyuuri has a kind streak and will likely still get off his butt to help out if the situation is dire enough as long as he can rationalize enough to do so.
Character History: Born on the Saiya-jin homeworld, Kyuuri was a Saiya-jin that preferred to use his head rather than his muscle to solve his problems. It was uncommon to see him participate in physical training like every other member of his species which led many others to think that he was a weak runt to be culled in order to keep the reputation of the warrior race.
That mindset proved to be a large mistake.
While Kyuuri's physical prowess left something to be desired, his fighting aptitude was one of the best on the planet from even a young age. Since his intelligence and situational awareness was so high, he could predict his opponents' movements moments before they would attack. This was the cause of his rather lazy attitude when it came to physical training: if he could predict his opponents' attacks, he could then defend himself with the least amount of effort possible and come up with an appropriate counter-attack in order to end the fight with the lowest amount of movement. Not only did his head tilts and sidesteps not hold the flair of the usual physically aggressive Saiya-jin style of combat, but his fights tended to end rather quickly which made them even less exciting to watch. Though none could argue that Kyuuri managed to defeat many opponents his senior, none could also say that he fit the definition of the Saiya-jin fighter that others of this race would be willing to aspire to.
What resulted was his expulsion from the Saiya-jin homeworld. Having been sent to Earth, Kyuuri could not be happier. Here, the earthlings tended to live their life in excess which was not something he was used to compared to the spartan living on the planet which he had been raised. He tends to take odd jobs and enjoys lounging in the sunlight on the grass and enjoying his life. Even when he signed up for the recent World Martial Arts Championship, he had only signed up in order to get the prize money to make his living on the planet easier. When someone offered him a larger sum of money than he thought he would be able to achieve in the tournament rankings without exerting too much effort, he took the bribe and threw his match without a second thought.
After all, what kind of idiot would exert himself for fame or glory?
(Required) Please include a small sample roleplay. This could be a roleplay that you have done on another site (if so you will be asked for a link to the thread) or it could be a completely unique roleplay written up on the fly. Must be above 300 words.
Having used the other clone trooper as cover in order to prevent the officer from firing at him, the few moments as he moved allowed Tarrin's senses to perceive what was going on in the battle around him. He could see the anguish on Den's face as the cry for mercy went unheeded, and the blaster bolt that grazed through Raana's skin caused gritted teeth. His friends were in harm's way, and here he was unable to bring himself to strike back against the ones who were harming them. Ones who had been friends themselves. But, the Miraluka knew his heart was too soft, unable to banish the vision of Charlie from his mind when he had to turn his weapon against the Clones. How could he? The Clones had been the staunchest allies in the worst of places. But, in his desperation, he found the answer he sought. There was only one thing that could cloud one's emotions well enough to steel him for what he needed to do.
Anger.
As the Padawan spun around the clone trooper, he walked slowly toward the officer. Grasping onto the feeling of the pain his allies were in and the pain of the betrayal he felt, he could feel his lips twisting into a snarl.
"Fine," he stated coldly. "No more mercy." His lightsaber flashed in a long, swinging arc to bat away a stray blaster bolt that flew in his direction as he kept walking forward. "No more quarter." Bringing the brilliant blue blade of light back up before him, he continued. "Just remember. You brought this on yourselves."
With that, Tarrin thrust forward with his lightsaber, piercing through the Sergeant's thigh in a quick stab that was meant to give pain and distract the attention downward before flicking upward the score across the side of the helmet's T-shaped visor to cause the Clone to recoil. Counting on that, the Miraluka's foot lashed outward to strike in the spot of the thigh he had just injured to cause the Sergeant intentional pain. The Padawan was no longer trying to fight defensively anymore. He was trying to inflict as much pain as he could. Burned, charred scores began to cover the officer's armor as Tarrin's lightsaber kept moving like a fluid snake of light.
"You were our friends," he stated amid the flickering light of the sparks caused by the contact of lightsaber to armor. "We trusted you with our lives. We will not make that mistake again."
Raising his voice for the others to hear, he shouted. "Get to the ship! I'll try to hold them off the best I can until you get there!"
Raising his lightsaber point toward the injured Sergeant, Tarrin leveled his voice to the Clone once again. "I suggest you leave before whatever shred of mercy I have left for you is gone. I am telling you this in recognition for what the Clones and the Jedi have shared up to this point."
Truthfully, the Miraluka was trying to keep the darkness at bay before the emotion managed to overtake him. Taking out his anger on the Sergeant had felt...good. And he really wasn't sure what to make of that feeling.
The clone officer by the boxy freighter tried to minimized the effects of the strikes from Tarrin, but there were too many and he suffered several wounds. He fired several, shaky shots toward the blind Jedi's legs to give himself room. He took advantage of the momentary reprieve and hopped back past the ramp and around the strut of the Shrieking Acklay to put some obstacles in the Jedi's path.
The several shots that the Clone Officer took toward the Miraluka's legs were batted away with the ease of a person swinging an umbrella while taking a casual stroll. The blaster bolts did not even serve to break the Padawan's slow stride as he walked around the strut of the Shrieking Acklay. With one gesture of his left hand, whatever obstacles were strewn beyond the strut were sent skittering across the floor of the dock by a short gust of the Force.
"You have chosen the path without mercy then," Tarrin intoned as he approached the Clone Officer with lightsaber held at an angle at his side. "So be it."
The clone raised his Republic issue blaster rifle shakily in his hands only for the weapon to be deftly cleaved in two, the brilliant blue blade of the lightsaber leaving molten metal passing in its wake as it left the offending weapon irreparably useless. The front piece of the blaster rifle clattered to the floor at the same time as the Miraluka's foot lashed out to strike the Clone Officer in the center of the chest to send him sprawling on his back. Planting his synth-leather-booted foot against the clone's abdomen to prevent him from struggling, he raised his lightsaber over his head with the blade pointed downward and slowly scored the point through the clone's chest.
It was not a quick death. The superheated plasma moved downward slowly, causing the Clone Officer's screams of pain to echo as the Padawan took pleasure in the revenge taken after the mercy he had tried to give was so casually tossed aside by the receiver. Finally, the blade came out the other side and the Officer expired. Withdrawing the blue blade, he held it next to him as he crouched to rummage through the clone's belt for belongings. Withdrawing a datapad, he inspected the contents with a cursory glance.
The document was addressed to the senior officer staff. This particular clone did not have the appearance of an officer of that high a level, so it may have been given as a way to review senior orders. But, its contents were far more important. Deployment orders for something referred to as Order 66. While Tarrin did not have the time to review the contents of the order in detail, what he did know was that the datapad had deployment routes which meant that once they escaped on the Shrieking Acklay they would be able to avoid further clone trooper activity.
Straightening himself from his crouched position, the Miraluka made his way back around the strut of the ship in order to get inside. They needed to leave before things got much worse. He remembered from their previous operation that clones rarely came without backup. It was quite possible that this may only be a stalling tactic. They needed to get out of here.
"We may have more company soon!" he called out to the others. "Get to the ship!"
