Post by .Lyzar on Jan 12, 2020 1:56:06 GMT -5
Planet you want to start on: Earth
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength: 400
Speed: 400
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 450
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 Points:
Determination: 2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with: Blast Punch
How did you find this site: Old member (OldTien/Lan Fan/Kamui/Garou)
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too): Jax
(Required) Email Address: a.fairhall.97@gmail.com
Face Claim: Guts (Berserk)
(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.
Sample RP
He awoke to the clacking of heavy boots on cobbled floors and low-burning candles flickering in the wind. Wiping the dirt from his face, Lyzar sat up on his cot and waited for a knock on his door. It was almost routine now, four months into his dreadful tenure as royal test subject. The armored guards came every morning before dawn to take him before the witch-doctors of Svern, who subjected Lyzar to anything ranging from torture to body augmentation and enhancement. There was no true pattern for what mistreatments awaited the man on any particular day; it seemed that his suffering was entirely at the whim of his captors. The only consistencies were beginning the day with the clacking of boots, ending the day with a bean that seemed to restore his vitality, and the overarching theme of pain.
That morning, as it turned out, would break the mold.
Instead of a knock signifying the entrance of the guards, there was a light thud and soft groaning beyond the heavy wooden door to his cell. Lyzar wasn’t positive, but he almost thought it was a cry for help. The sounds of labored breathing filled Lyzar’s cell, exciting the prisoner with thoughts that his captors had finally been dealt with. His eagerness to see the torturers pay for their crimes filled Lyzar with a liveliness that he hadn’t felt since his capture, and for the first time, he rose from the cot of his own volition.
Scars and burns were emblazoned all across his likeness, swirling together and overlapping all the same as Lyzar drew closer to the door of his cell. A faint clanging of metal on metal rang through the halls in the distance, almost imperceptible in the thick stone walls of the prison. Lyzar tugged desperately on the wooden boards sealing away the outside world, hoping to find his salvation somewhere beyond. Slowly, the sounds of breathing and clanging both faded, and Lyzar was left only with the faint flickering of his candle and the whistling of the wind.
The realization slowly settled in for the solitary prisoner – his salvation would not come this day. Grey eyes dimmed, the brief life they felt once again extinguished by the cruelty of others. Lyzar collapsed back onto his cot, his one comfort in this world. He had no way of escaping on his own, and if luck had it that his captors died tonight, then misery had it that Lyzar would rot away as well. His vacant gaze fixed on the wooden doors with only the faintest hope that salvation would one day arrive.
WC: 435
History
Lyzar was raised in a remote feudal state on Earth, known as Svern. At the time of Lyzar’s birth, Svern was a well-populated and economically viable city-state. His upbringing was centered on the study of politics and warfare, with established knights training the young citizens of noble birth from the age of 9. At 13, Lyzar was not outstanding in any particular field of study and had failed several times where his peers had excelled. In particular, Lyzar had little love for field strategies, and often skipped practical simulations to catch up on single combat practice. This earned Lyzar no merits with his instructors, however, and was only barely average amongst his fellow students in combat despite his efforts.
At the age of 15, Lyzar was disowned by his family and forced to end his studies with his former peers. Forced to join the ranks of farmers who supported Svern, Lyzar began to rationalize his descent into the lower class. He quickly grew content with the rigorous schedule of plowing and harvesting that was thrust upon him, finding the mind-numbing work to be more rewarding than that of the knights-to-be. By his 18th birthday, Lyzar had grown stronger and hardier than many who once stood above him through the simplistic effort of farming.
Many years after Lyzar’s generation graduated into knights and nobles, an uprising stirred within the inner councils of Svern. While the peasantry was not privy to all the happenings of the ruling class, it had become clear that the demands made of them were growing less and less reasonable by the day. Eventually, slackers were branded with an “S” of chains as marks of shame and slavery. While Lyzar managed to avoid this fate, many of those around him suffered brandings and continued lashings for their inability to gather food. It was only a matter of time before the lower classes rose up against their rulers, and none other than Lyzar led them in their revolt.
Unfortunately for Lyzar, his incompetence led the revolt to failure and the peasantry found life even harder than it was before. Outcast by both the upper and lower classes, Lyzar lived in relative solitude until he received an invitation by a knight to meet with his former peers and classmates. His cautious acceptance of the invitation turned sour, ending with his imprisonment by the knights and the witch-doctors who had apparently taken over the inner council of Svern.
(Customs only) Distribute 2,250 points
Strength: 400
Speed: 400
Toughness: 500
Stamina: 450
Vitality: 500
Distribute 3 Points:
Determination: 2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with: Blast Punch
How did you find this site: Old member (OldTien/Lan Fan/Kamui/Garou)
If you were referred by a member, name them for +100 all stats & +10 DP (they get +10 DP too): Jax
(Required) Email Address: a.fairhall.97@gmail.com
Face Claim: Guts (Berserk)
(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.
Sample RP
He awoke to the clacking of heavy boots on cobbled floors and low-burning candles flickering in the wind. Wiping the dirt from his face, Lyzar sat up on his cot and waited for a knock on his door. It was almost routine now, four months into his dreadful tenure as royal test subject. The armored guards came every morning before dawn to take him before the witch-doctors of Svern, who subjected Lyzar to anything ranging from torture to body augmentation and enhancement. There was no true pattern for what mistreatments awaited the man on any particular day; it seemed that his suffering was entirely at the whim of his captors. The only consistencies were beginning the day with the clacking of boots, ending the day with a bean that seemed to restore his vitality, and the overarching theme of pain.
That morning, as it turned out, would break the mold.
Instead of a knock signifying the entrance of the guards, there was a light thud and soft groaning beyond the heavy wooden door to his cell. Lyzar wasn’t positive, but he almost thought it was a cry for help. The sounds of labored breathing filled Lyzar’s cell, exciting the prisoner with thoughts that his captors had finally been dealt with. His eagerness to see the torturers pay for their crimes filled Lyzar with a liveliness that he hadn’t felt since his capture, and for the first time, he rose from the cot of his own volition.
Scars and burns were emblazoned all across his likeness, swirling together and overlapping all the same as Lyzar drew closer to the door of his cell. A faint clanging of metal on metal rang through the halls in the distance, almost imperceptible in the thick stone walls of the prison. Lyzar tugged desperately on the wooden boards sealing away the outside world, hoping to find his salvation somewhere beyond. Slowly, the sounds of breathing and clanging both faded, and Lyzar was left only with the faint flickering of his candle and the whistling of the wind.
The realization slowly settled in for the solitary prisoner – his salvation would not come this day. Grey eyes dimmed, the brief life they felt once again extinguished by the cruelty of others. Lyzar collapsed back onto his cot, his one comfort in this world. He had no way of escaping on his own, and if luck had it that his captors died tonight, then misery had it that Lyzar would rot away as well. His vacant gaze fixed on the wooden doors with only the faintest hope that salvation would one day arrive.
WC: 435
History
Lyzar was raised in a remote feudal state on Earth, known as Svern. At the time of Lyzar’s birth, Svern was a well-populated and economically viable city-state. His upbringing was centered on the study of politics and warfare, with established knights training the young citizens of noble birth from the age of 9. At 13, Lyzar was not outstanding in any particular field of study and had failed several times where his peers had excelled. In particular, Lyzar had little love for field strategies, and often skipped practical simulations to catch up on single combat practice. This earned Lyzar no merits with his instructors, however, and was only barely average amongst his fellow students in combat despite his efforts.
At the age of 15, Lyzar was disowned by his family and forced to end his studies with his former peers. Forced to join the ranks of farmers who supported Svern, Lyzar began to rationalize his descent into the lower class. He quickly grew content with the rigorous schedule of plowing and harvesting that was thrust upon him, finding the mind-numbing work to be more rewarding than that of the knights-to-be. By his 18th birthday, Lyzar had grown stronger and hardier than many who once stood above him through the simplistic effort of farming.
Many years after Lyzar’s generation graduated into knights and nobles, an uprising stirred within the inner councils of Svern. While the peasantry was not privy to all the happenings of the ruling class, it had become clear that the demands made of them were growing less and less reasonable by the day. Eventually, slackers were branded with an “S” of chains as marks of shame and slavery. While Lyzar managed to avoid this fate, many of those around him suffered brandings and continued lashings for their inability to gather food. It was only a matter of time before the lower classes rose up against their rulers, and none other than Lyzar led them in their revolt.
Unfortunately for Lyzar, his incompetence led the revolt to failure and the peasantry found life even harder than it was before. Outcast by both the upper and lower classes, Lyzar lived in relative solitude until he received an invitation by a knight to meet with his former peers and classmates. His cautious acceptance of the invitation turned sour, ending with his imprisonment by the knights and the witch-doctors who had apparently taken over the inner council of Svern.
WC: 407
