Good to be back

[Veritas]

Whats up everyone? I don't know if any of you will remember me, it's been a while, but I used to RP as Jeice...which would explain how i logged on under the name haha. Anyway, I've been considering rejoining for a while and finally decided to do it. I wasn't sure where to post this, and if the staff would want me to write up a quick RP. So what's the deal?

[Vad]

Greetings Jeice and welcome back!

Here is the join form located here.

I suggest you read this forum a couple times over: Rules Forum

If you have any questions feel free to post them. For right now I'll have you do the RP sample.

Welcome back! =D

[Veritas]

Its been a while since I did one of these so bear with me haha. I'm most likely going to add a bunch of changes to the bio and such when I put some more thought into it, but for now I just wanted to get started...

Name: Veritas.

Age: 20.

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Starting Planet: Earth.

Profession: Unemployed.

Fighting Style: Cunning.

Short Bio: Veritas has grown up fighting, mainly just as a means of survival, but he has never been properly trained in any art. Since he was a boy he has had the ability to read how powerful a person is just by summing them up. However, the warrior never put much thought towards it, and still is unaware of his potential to control ki. He is yet to realize the special gifts he has been born with, and has yet to have any training to hone these gifts. The only thing he is aware of is that he's good at fighting and loves it. Though he's far from a hero, he does have a good heart and cant stand to see someone getting bullied or hurt, and wont hesitate to stand up for them.

General Description: Veritas has a very slim, muscular build, standing at 5'10", 170lbs. He has light brown, messed hair, with a trimed gotee as well. He is clothed in an all black ensamble, completed with a full length leather jacket, an old watch strapped to his left wrist, and a set of black rosary beads dangling from his neck. Veritas speaks with a hint of an irish accent, nothing too heavy, but its there. Probably picked up from an older member of his family. The warrior wears a series of tattoos spread throughout his body, mainly displaying his irish and catholic heritage. Including a celtic crosscovering the right side of his chest, a claddagh wrapped with a celtic band on his arm, and angel wings going down his back. He carries a nickel-platted .45 caliber pistol with him at all times, but would only use the weapon in a last resort effort.

Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Dark Ki

Trait: Tenacious

Stats:
• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 15%
• Endurance - 35%
• Agility - 25%

RP Sample:

The rain began to crash down heavy as if someone was shooting a hose down at the young warrior. He let out a sigh of disappointment and rolled his eyes as he continued through the narrow alleyway, his feet now soaking as they splashed through forming puddles.

"Just my luck." He muttered as he pushed back his sleeve to check the time.

As his eyes peered back to his path he noticed a short, stocky man standing in the exit of the alley. Dressed in all black, the small man casually leaned against the side of a building, seemingly waiting for the Irishman arrive. It wouldn't have been suspicious if not for the heavy downfall of rain. The young man quickened his pace, mainly to escape the rain, but also in a sense of curiosity for this man's purpose. "What the fuck does he want?" kept repeating in his mind.

As he drew closer, the small man pushed himself off the wall and stood in the middle of the alleyway. His small stubby hands wandering into his coat, it jerked around for a second before going stationary. There was a peculiar look posted on his face, as if he were nervous but calm at the same time. At that very moment it became clear what was about to take place. Veritas' lips curled upward into a sinister smile.

"You've got to be kidding me little man...your not thinking of posting a robbery now are you?" Veritas yelled out as he walked up closer. "Your just going to get yourself hurt out here."

The small man quickly yanked his hand from his coat revealing a small black six-shooter. It seemed like it took his thumb great effort to reach to the top of the weapon to draw back the action. The barrel of the gun was aimed at the torso of the young warrior.

"No buddy, you're goin' to get yourself hurt out here." The man's voice was noticeably shaky. "Now hand over the cash and I wont kill you."

Veritas' smile faded and his head began to nod slowly. "Ok...well now, let's get first things first, I'm not your buddy. Secondly, it'll be your money I'll be taking." His chest was now pressed up against the end of the barrel.

The Irishman's hand bolted up and grabbed the mugger's wrist. He quickly rolled off to the side, as the man attempted to let off a shot in defense, and threw his elbow into the small man's temple. The blow caused the man to release his pistol, and slightly slip into unconsciousness. Veritas released the man's wrist and quickly grabbed him by the back of his neck.

"See now, I told you you'd get yourself hurt out here little man." He whispered in the man's ear.

The Irishman pulled back on the man's neck before pushing his face forward into the building adjacent from them. The mugger let out a quick sob of pain as his face hit the brick wall. The man lay moaning in pain as the rain washed away the blood gushing from his, seemingly broken, nose. Veritas crouched down and slipped his hand into the man's pocket, only to retrieve a mere twenty dollars.

"And didn't I tell you I'd be taking your money...its just a shame this is all you got." He taunted his victim. "Now then, as I was. It's about time I get down to the pub."


(OOC: It's been even longer since I've written anything like this, so I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things...so am I back or wuh? haha)

[Celena]

Denied.


Nah just playing, approved.

If an SM or Admin will change your name. I'll set you up though.

[Veritas]

Haha when i read that i was like damn i'm that bad. Ok thanks