05-28-2009, 12:35 AM
Name: Shou
Age: 20
Race: Saiya-jin (1/2 Human)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Delivery Boy
Fighting Style: Resourceful & Uncompromising
Short Bio:
Shou's mother was a Saiyan soldier, on leave and on earth when he was born, and his father—a diplomat—became a casualty of war on that same fated planet within hours of Shou's birth. Shou's mother, Fyris, went AWOL when the news got back to her and never returned to Vegeta since. Instead she dedicated her life to preparing the young man to endure hardship.
It was when Shou was 7 that he returned home, one day, to find that his mother had been slaughtered by a small band of Saiyans who'd been sent to check up on her status. Needless to say, the boy was devastated—as his only lead was some vandalism left behind: Knucklehead was here.
By his will alone he taught his heart hate and vowed vengeance, though by his will alone he would not get to complete it. He was only 7 and had only the survival-esque teachings of his mother. He, learned to find work and places to sleep through the years. It would be 10 years of odd jobs on earth before he found the oddest of them all, transporting.
A fellow named Garrick took him on to deliver a package to the planet Vegeta and, through some stroke of bad luck, Shou followed their trail back to the planet. He didn't even get accustomed to the heightened gravity properly, but he found Knucklehead. The resulting battle left the young man battered beyond any battering before and he would return to Garrick a beaten youth. But Garrick had a couple tricks up his sleeve, for he was an ex-warrior of renown and sought to take the young warrior under his wing.
General Description: A mysterious man who chooses to have his face concealed behind a flowing, crimson scarf whenever he is doing any delivery work (which is most of the time). This scarf was given to him by his mother when he was 7 and is his memento of her. His hair is brown and unkept and his eyes are jade, while he stands at a non-imposing height and wiry silhouette.
Starting Abilities: Fire Elemental, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 15%
Focus - 5%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 50%
Role-play Sample:
“What’s the delivery?” Shou asked, sliding into Garrick’s couch and kicking his legs up on the coffee table. Usually Garrick would frown and then he and Shou would have to engage each other in combat, because it was quite obvious that Shou was threatening his well being by trying to be comfortable in his home. It wasn’t so this time. Garrick slid past, knocking Shou’s legs off of the tabletop and walked through his massive living room towards the kitchen. “Garrick…? Delivery? Hello, people are trying to work here.”
“I wouldn’t be able to tell. With the enthusiasm and all.” Garrick said, motioning for Shou to make his way towards the kitchen. Shou took the hint and ejected from the couch, leaving the Sportscenter analysts on the television set in heated debate about if Raditzu was a better toe-to-toe fighter than Reijin. “This one is going to be… different.”
“I can handle different. How different?” Shou said, folding his arms before his chest and grinning mockingly.
“Pizzas.” Garrick stated, waiting for Shou to do something out of the ordinary.
“I quit forever.” Shou said and turned to leave, but Garrick erupted into laughter that stopped him dead in his tracks. “Seriously, Garrick? Pizza. There was no type of superdrug prototype or sacred shinobi scrolls I could’ve had to deliver.”
“Hush, young one. These are no ordinary pizzas, these are Toscatto’s.”
“You mean it’s not delivery…?” Shou scratched his brow and groaned.”
“These are a real hot commodity. Apparently everyone in Central City waits for the delivery to come in from Toscatto’s, and I hear he has a waiting list longer than God’s, but the catch is that he only makes five pies a night. He’s the picture perfect example of supply and demand, because these are the most mouth-watering, scrumptious slices I’ve ever had the pleasure of running across… and don’t you get any bright ideas—”
“I never really do, now do I?”
“Anyway, the last delivery boy caught heat because he got robbed on the route.”
“For boxes of pizza? You’ve got to be kidding me?” Shou shook his head in silent shame on the citizens of Central City.
“So they need someone whose going to get shit done and make sure shit gets done how it’s supposed to. That’s why you’re doing it.”
“I dunno… I honestly don’t feel like fixing peoples grills tonight.”
“Well, the pizza’s gotta get delivered.” Garrick said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at a stack of five pizza boxes. “Make sure they get where they need to go hot! Don’t need to hear complaints about the delivery boy taking all night now. Three different addresses: a private home and two apartment buildings. One of those apartment buildings, 3946 Eagle Street, has 3 deliveries. Godspeed Shou.”
Shou walked over to the boxes and slid them from the countertop to his awaiting palm. They seemed to feel and weigh what he was sure five pizzas of this box size should’ve, so he didn’t see what the big deal was. The smell was cheesier than he expected, however.
“Fucking pizzas.” Shou grumbled, on the way out of Garricks house.
Age: 20
Race: Saiya-jin (1/2 Human)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Delivery Boy
Fighting Style: Resourceful & Uncompromising
Short Bio:
Shou's mother was a Saiyan soldier, on leave and on earth when he was born, and his father—a diplomat—became a casualty of war on that same fated planet within hours of Shou's birth. Shou's mother, Fyris, went AWOL when the news got back to her and never returned to Vegeta since. Instead she dedicated her life to preparing the young man to endure hardship.
It was when Shou was 7 that he returned home, one day, to find that his mother had been slaughtered by a small band of Saiyans who'd been sent to check up on her status. Needless to say, the boy was devastated—as his only lead was some vandalism left behind: Knucklehead was here.
By his will alone he taught his heart hate and vowed vengeance, though by his will alone he would not get to complete it. He was only 7 and had only the survival-esque teachings of his mother. He, learned to find work and places to sleep through the years. It would be 10 years of odd jobs on earth before he found the oddest of them all, transporting.
A fellow named Garrick took him on to deliver a package to the planet Vegeta and, through some stroke of bad luck, Shou followed their trail back to the planet. He didn't even get accustomed to the heightened gravity properly, but he found Knucklehead. The resulting battle left the young man battered beyond any battering before and he would return to Garrick a beaten youth. But Garrick had a couple tricks up his sleeve, for he was an ex-warrior of renown and sought to take the young warrior under his wing.
General Description: A mysterious man who chooses to have his face concealed behind a flowing, crimson scarf whenever he is doing any delivery work (which is most of the time). This scarf was given to him by his mother when he was 7 and is his memento of her. His hair is brown and unkept and his eyes are jade, while he stands at a non-imposing height and wiry silhouette.
Starting Abilities: Fire Elemental, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 15%
Focus - 5%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 50%
Role-play Sample:
“What’s the delivery?” Shou asked, sliding into Garrick’s couch and kicking his legs up on the coffee table. Usually Garrick would frown and then he and Shou would have to engage each other in combat, because it was quite obvious that Shou was threatening his well being by trying to be comfortable in his home. It wasn’t so this time. Garrick slid past, knocking Shou’s legs off of the tabletop and walked through his massive living room towards the kitchen. “Garrick…? Delivery? Hello, people are trying to work here.”
“I wouldn’t be able to tell. With the enthusiasm and all.” Garrick said, motioning for Shou to make his way towards the kitchen. Shou took the hint and ejected from the couch, leaving the Sportscenter analysts on the television set in heated debate about if Raditzu was a better toe-to-toe fighter than Reijin. “This one is going to be… different.”
“I can handle different. How different?” Shou said, folding his arms before his chest and grinning mockingly.
“Pizzas.” Garrick stated, waiting for Shou to do something out of the ordinary.
“I quit forever.” Shou said and turned to leave, but Garrick erupted into laughter that stopped him dead in his tracks. “Seriously, Garrick? Pizza. There was no type of superdrug prototype or sacred shinobi scrolls I could’ve had to deliver.”
“Hush, young one. These are no ordinary pizzas, these are Toscatto’s.”
“You mean it’s not delivery…?” Shou scratched his brow and groaned.”
“These are a real hot commodity. Apparently everyone in Central City waits for the delivery to come in from Toscatto’s, and I hear he has a waiting list longer than God’s, but the catch is that he only makes five pies a night. He’s the picture perfect example of supply and demand, because these are the most mouth-watering, scrumptious slices I’ve ever had the pleasure of running across… and don’t you get any bright ideas—”
“I never really do, now do I?”
“Anyway, the last delivery boy caught heat because he got robbed on the route.”
“For boxes of pizza? You’ve got to be kidding me?” Shou shook his head in silent shame on the citizens of Central City.
“So they need someone whose going to get shit done and make sure shit gets done how it’s supposed to. That’s why you’re doing it.”
“I dunno… I honestly don’t feel like fixing peoples grills tonight.”
“Well, the pizza’s gotta get delivered.” Garrick said, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at a stack of five pizza boxes. “Make sure they get where they need to go hot! Don’t need to hear complaints about the delivery boy taking all night now. Three different addresses: a private home and two apartment buildings. One of those apartment buildings, 3946 Eagle Street, has 3 deliveries. Godspeed Shou.”
Shou walked over to the boxes and slid them from the countertop to his awaiting palm. They seemed to feel and weigh what he was sure five pizzas of this box size should’ve, so he didn’t see what the big deal was. The smell was cheesier than he expected, however.
“Fucking pizzas.” Shou grumbled, on the way out of Garricks house.
