Post by Vegeta Jr. on Nov 17, 2019 22:43:28 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Vegeta Jr.
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 400
Toughness: 600
Stamina: 600
Vitality: 400
Determination: 1
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 2
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have: Aggressive
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address: Tonyryanagain@gmail.com
(Required) Please include a small sample roleplay:
The sun was shining bright and the air was as calm as a gliding moon whilst Vegeta Jr. momentarily looked up at the glowing orb of fire in the sky, it almost glistened off of his spiky black hair like a computerized visual effect. If he looked to either side he would see the fans in the stands of the tournament arena as they yelled excitedly, cheering for the two opponents that were now glaring at each other in contempt. Yet, the crowd didn't interest him at all and he certainly didn't have stage fright. No, he was here for one reason and one reason only, looking for a fun fight that would allow him to test his abilities. It had been so long since he had last been able to test his worth, fighting against Goku Jr. three years ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Today- in the 65th world martial arts tournament, you will now witness the final bout in the 'Junior Division'. Let's Go!" shouted the announcer with his short, silver-colored hair all gelled up while wearing the typical trademarked sunglasses of the previous announcers in the past. Though it wasn't overly hot outside, it was weird for the one-sixteenth Saiyan/Human hybrid to see the announcer wearing a mustard-yellow turtle neck sweater underneath his navy-blue blazer.
"He has to be hot, the fool..." he thought to himself as he began to take his fighting stance while separating his feet to stabilize his posture. Clenching his fists into his finger less white gloves, he flexed every muscle in his body as he stared down his opponent with his overly aggressive eyes before he cocked a little smirk with the right side of his mouth.
"Hopefully this cretin can give me a TRUE trial of my strength and approach. I'm so longing for it." the great great grandson of the infamous Vegeta said under his breath as he darted towards his opponent with the same excitement and rage of his long lost ancestor. "My mother says that I'm the best she's ever seen!" he cried out as he threw his right arm in the motion of an uppercut, aimed at the chin of his opponent who jumped back to dodged it, he too, then smirked and scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at the decedent of the Prince.
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Canons only) Distribute 2,500 points
Strength: 500
Speed: 400
Toughness: 600
Stamina: 600
Vitality: 400
Determination: 1
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 2
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here): Bukujutsu
How did you find this site: Google
(Required) Email Address: Tonyryanagain@gmail.com
(Required) Please include a small sample roleplay:
The sun was shining bright and the air was as calm as a gliding moon whilst Vegeta Jr. momentarily looked up at the glowing orb of fire in the sky, it almost glistened off of his spiky black hair like a computerized visual effect. If he looked to either side he would see the fans in the stands of the tournament arena as they yelled excitedly, cheering for the two opponents that were now glaring at each other in contempt. Yet, the crowd didn't interest him at all and he certainly didn't have stage fright. No, he was here for one reason and one reason only, looking for a fun fight that would allow him to test his abilities. It had been so long since he had last been able to test his worth, fighting against Goku Jr. three years ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Today- in the 65th world martial arts tournament, you will now witness the final bout in the 'Junior Division'. Let's Go!" shouted the announcer with his short, silver-colored hair all gelled up while wearing the typical trademarked sunglasses of the previous announcers in the past. Though it wasn't overly hot outside, it was weird for the one-sixteenth Saiyan/Human hybrid to see the announcer wearing a mustard-yellow turtle neck sweater underneath his navy-blue blazer.
"He has to be hot, the fool..." he thought to himself as he began to take his fighting stance while separating his feet to stabilize his posture. Clenching his fists into his finger less white gloves, he flexed every muscle in his body as he stared down his opponent with his overly aggressive eyes before he cocked a little smirk with the right side of his mouth.
"Hopefully this cretin can give me a TRUE trial of my strength and approach. I'm so longing for it." the great great grandson of the infamous Vegeta said under his breath as he darted towards his opponent with the same excitement and rage of his long lost ancestor. "My mother says that I'm the best she's ever seen!" he cried out as he threw his right arm in the motion of an uppercut, aimed at the chin of his opponent who jumped back to dodged it, he too, then smirked and scoffed as he narrowed his eyes at the decedent of the Prince.
