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<![CDATA[CDBZ Archive - Joining Board]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/ Sun, 20 Sep 2026 22:09:02 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Gotan]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=18113 Fri, 29 Nov 2013 23:50:23 +0000 Gotan]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=18113
Age:13

Race: Saiyan-human hybrid

Sex: male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: cunning, smart, agile, nimble

Short Bio: Abandoned at birth by his saiyan father because he didnt have a tail. Gotan was raised by his mother. he was never like other kids. he always knew he a saiyan and only fights out of selfdefense or for things he loves

General Description: long, unruly black hair that spikes to one side much like goku's. he is 5 foot and muscular for his age. he is in a gi much like gohan and goku's for he admires them.

Starting Abilities: kamehameha, kaioken

Trait: Compassionate

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 15%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 30%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Gotan breathed heavily as he sat on top of the building. What to do he thought. Finally he let out a sigh and fell off the building hurdling towards the ground below. Just before he hit the ground Gotan burst upwards with great speed, flying, he loved his new ability. the city seemed to get smaller and smaller as he flew away towards the seemingly endless sunset. He landed about 30 miles outside the city near a wreckage. Gotan quickly searched for any signs of life but he found none. The crashed truck lay empty on its side. It was a miracle how he saw it but he did. Gotan found a little pod, so he ran over towards the unidentified space craft. Gotan searched the unkown vehicle. it looked crammed, there was a little seat and one window on the door.
"Hello" chuckled an unkown voice
"who are you and what is this?" questioned Gotan
"I'm sure you know who i am" the man seemed to get serious.
Gotan sensed this and yelled as he took off into the sky. The man undoubtedly followed. Gotan looked back to see the strangers position and tried to find out who he was. The man had a strange type of armor, Spikey hair, a green scouter, and a long brown tail. The man's body was to muscular to catch Gotan's fast and light body, but he couldnt keep running. This man definetaly had more experience flying than Gotan did and would catch him soon. He had too find a place to land and fast.
"Alright who are you!?" shouted Gotan softly landing onto the wet grass
"I think you know who i am" the man replied as he landed only a few yards away
"You sound familiar but i cant find out who you are." Mumbled Gotan
"Well time i told you," Revealed the man," Gotan, I am your father."]]>
Age:13

Race: Saiyan-human hybrid

Sex: male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: cunning, smart, agile, nimble

Short Bio: Abandoned at birth by his saiyan father because he didnt have a tail. Gotan was raised by his mother. he was never like other kids. he always knew he a saiyan and only fights out of selfdefense or for things he loves

General Description: long, unruly black hair that spikes to one side much like goku's. he is 5 foot and muscular for his age. he is in a gi much like gohan and goku's for he admires them.

Starting Abilities: kamehameha, kaioken

Trait: Compassionate

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 15%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 30%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Gotan breathed heavily as he sat on top of the building. What to do he thought. Finally he let out a sigh and fell off the building hurdling towards the ground below. Just before he hit the ground Gotan burst upwards with great speed, flying, he loved his new ability. the city seemed to get smaller and smaller as he flew away towards the seemingly endless sunset. He landed about 30 miles outside the city near a wreckage. Gotan quickly searched for any signs of life but he found none. The crashed truck lay empty on its side. It was a miracle how he saw it but he did. Gotan found a little pod, so he ran over towards the unidentified space craft. Gotan searched the unkown vehicle. it looked crammed, there was a little seat and one window on the door.
"Hello" chuckled an unkown voice
"who are you and what is this?" questioned Gotan
"I'm sure you know who i am" the man seemed to get serious.
Gotan sensed this and yelled as he took off into the sky. The man undoubtedly followed. Gotan looked back to see the strangers position and tried to find out who he was. The man had a strange type of armor, Spikey hair, a green scouter, and a long brown tail. The man's body was to muscular to catch Gotan's fast and light body, but he couldnt keep running. This man definetaly had more experience flying than Gotan did and would catch him soon. He had too find a place to land and fast.
"Alright who are you!?" shouted Gotan softly landing onto the wet grass
"I think you know who i am" the man replied as he landed only a few yards away
"You sound familiar but i cant find out who you are." Mumbled Gotan
"Well time i told you," Revealed the man," Gotan, I am your father."]]> <![CDATA[Joining as Kryrym]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17916 Mon, 25 Feb 2013 08:40:04 +0000 Kyrym]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17916
Age:22 years

Race: ( Generic):Elf

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Hunter/Scout

Fighting Style: Sneaky

Short Bio:See Sample RP for now.

General Description: Basic elvish hunter. Think Legolas for now.

Starting Abilities: Stealth, Elemental Ki: Light

Trait: Pack Mentality

Stats:
Strength - 5%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 15%
Agility - 45%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Kyrym stalked the young buck in silence knowing that every move could be counted as a mistake towards his license grade. He hunted the animal that his elder had assigned him. Every elf, once the age of twenty-two, had to take a test proving right of passage on whether or not they were ready to leave the village for good or to serve the village with hunting and supplying for their people. Kyrym, personally, wanted ever so badly to leave and explore the world and learn the secrets unknown to elf kind. He knew that there were other races by listening to the the stories of those that had went out and had come back with tells of their adventures and explorations

The animal, who by the looks of it has grown his first pair of antlers had done nothing but search for fallen berries from the nearby trees for the past minute. The other deer had apparently released this younger one from their protective parenthood, so the elf stalked the animal in silence. He suddenly heard a sound of a gruff voice to his right, band as he turned his head, realized he was not the only one who heard it. The deer took off gracefully jumping over all obstacles in his way and running into the nearby brush. He cursed himself for losing his prey, but curiousity had him wondering and he decided he might as well find out where the source of the talking had come from from.

He had appraoched the area where the strange voiced had seemed to come from not for to the right of his location. It came from white humanoid figure with a tail the length of its body. It seemed to be searching for something with a device that made a strange beeping noise every few seconds. He was about to move in closer to investigate the weird looking being before he suddenly heard the whistling of a small projectile and a heavy thud.

It was only a second after that he realized the heavy noise had been his body hitting the ground, his vision slowly trying to catch up to realility. The elf shivered a moment, his mind trying to figure out what had happened, as he slowly slipped into darkness.

He awoke later, feeling groggy and unsure of his soroundings. His eyes jerked open to the sounds of shufflings infront of him, his vision taking moments to clear and adapt to the sudden light..

"Where am I", He yelled at the creature in his native tounge, the panic in his voice obvious.

"You are on my ship, on the way to my home planet", the bipedal creature said calm and cooly,"What is your name young elf?" he added.

"My name... is Kyrym..." The elf shuddered for a moment. The creature had spoekn in common tongue, but also understood his elven tongue. The elf was scared.]]>
Age:22 years

Race: ( Generic):Elf

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Hunter/Scout

Fighting Style: Sneaky

Short Bio:See Sample RP for now.

General Description: Basic elvish hunter. Think Legolas for now.

Starting Abilities: Stealth, Elemental Ki: Light

Trait: Pack Mentality

Stats:
Strength - 5%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 15%
Agility - 45%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Kyrym stalked the young buck in silence knowing that every move could be counted as a mistake towards his license grade. He hunted the animal that his elder had assigned him. Every elf, once the age of twenty-two, had to take a test proving right of passage on whether or not they were ready to leave the village for good or to serve the village with hunting and supplying for their people. Kyrym, personally, wanted ever so badly to leave and explore the world and learn the secrets unknown to elf kind. He knew that there were other races by listening to the the stories of those that had went out and had come back with tells of their adventures and explorations

The animal, who by the looks of it has grown his first pair of antlers had done nothing but search for fallen berries from the nearby trees for the past minute. The other deer had apparently released this younger one from their protective parenthood, so the elf stalked the animal in silence. He suddenly heard a sound of a gruff voice to his right, band as he turned his head, realized he was not the only one who heard it. The deer took off gracefully jumping over all obstacles in his way and running into the nearby brush. He cursed himself for losing his prey, but curiousity had him wondering and he decided he might as well find out where the source of the talking had come from from.

He had appraoched the area where the strange voiced had seemed to come from not for to the right of his location. It came from white humanoid figure with a tail the length of its body. It seemed to be searching for something with a device that made a strange beeping noise every few seconds. He was about to move in closer to investigate the weird looking being before he suddenly heard the whistling of a small projectile and a heavy thud.

It was only a second after that he realized the heavy noise had been his body hitting the ground, his vision slowly trying to catch up to realility. The elf shivered a moment, his mind trying to figure out what had happened, as he slowly slipped into darkness.

He awoke later, feeling groggy and unsure of his soroundings. His eyes jerked open to the sounds of shufflings infront of him, his vision taking moments to clear and adapt to the sudden light..

"Where am I", He yelled at the creature in his native tounge, the panic in his voice obvious.

"You are on my ship, on the way to my home planet", the bipedal creature said calm and cooly,"What is your name young elf?" he added.

"My name... is Kyrym..." The elf shuddered for a moment. The creature had spoekn in common tongue, but also understood his elven tongue. The elf was scared.]]> <![CDATA[Jaako's Aplication]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17742 Mon, 16 Jul 2012 05:43:25 +0000 Jaako]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17742
Age:13

Race: 1/2 saiyan 1/2 human

Sex:male

Starting Planet:Earth

Profession: unemployed

Fighting Style: cunning

Short Bio: Born into a world of fighting, jaako has won the world tourny before

General Description: Not the strongest but in very good shape

Starting Abilities: Ssj, Kame hame ha

Trait: lone wolf

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 25%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 35%
Agility - 30

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
I dont really know what to put here sorry i am kinda simple =p

[*Generic encompasses any other race not specified, such as human, reptile, etcetera]]]>
Age:13

Race: 1/2 saiyan 1/2 human

Sex:male

Starting Planet:Earth

Profession: unemployed

Fighting Style: cunning

Short Bio: Born into a world of fighting, jaako has won the world tourny before

General Description: Not the strongest but in very good shape

Starting Abilities: Ssj, Kame hame ha

Trait: lone wolf

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 25%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 35%
Agility - 30

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
I dont really know what to put here sorry i am kinda simple =p

[*Generic encompasses any other race not specified, such as human, reptile, etcetera]]]> <![CDATA[Usul's Application]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17727 Sat, 07 Jul 2012 04:49:14 +0000 Usul]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17727
Age:12

Race: Part Saiyan Part Human

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: aggressive, determined

Short Bio: Abandoned at birth by a sayian father too shameful to accept his sons human blood and by a mother who wouldn't take on the responsibility of motherhood, Usul was found on the wayside by a traveling band of monks making their way from one village to the next. They took the boy in, feed him and clothed him, and when he was old enough, trained him. His sayian blood helped him quickly surpass their training and he left their care soon after, thankful for their kindness but burning with an urge to find those who had left him to die. His mother, he thought, would be allowed to live, but to find her father, she was his only hope.

General Description: Usul is short, no more than 5'4" on a good day. He has short spiky black hair that sticks up on end. He wears a black gi with an orange undershirt. The back and breast symbol are those of the monks that took him in.

Starting Abilities: Ki Specialization, Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious, and Defiant. If I cant do both just Defiant then.

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 15%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample:

The monks had been kind to the boy. He wasn't all that thankful when he left however. They had trained him, fed him, and clothed him, for that he was thankful. However something urgent called him. He knew what he had to do. Everything in his training, everything the monks had taught him had lead up to this moment. His mother, the lady that had given birth to him, the one that had abandoned him on that country road all those years ago.

He had a picture, one she had given him when he was just a baby, one in which he had held on to for this very day. Her day of atonement, her time to pay for all her transgression. She would live, that much he was sure of. The truth from her lips was much more important than her blood. He didn’t know where she lived exactly, but he did know the road he was found on. The monks had been that kind at least. Slowly he made his way up the hill, the tree tops slowly coming into view over the crest of the hill.

He slowed, noticing how he had begun to speed up due to his anticipation. He rounded the hill top and reached inside his gi towards his heart. From within his hand clentched around an 8x10 glossy photo of the woman who had given him up nearly 10 years ago. He studied it once more, not like he needed to. He used to stare at it to fall asleep, wondering how anyone as beautiful as the lady in the picture could have given up a baby such as himself. He peered up from the picture, his eyes meeting those of a lady in her fourties. Her hair was pulled tight in a bun atop her head. There were slight wrinkles under her eyes as she peered over her garden, but her look was unmistakable…mother.

“Joseph…” She uttered. The boy took a step back…was that his name, his birth name? No he thought…it didn’t matter what she called him.

“My name is Usul…Mother”

If I get accepted I would like to use this as a prolouge in my first post, if that is allowed.]]>
Age:12

Race: Part Saiyan Part Human

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: aggressive, determined

Short Bio: Abandoned at birth by a sayian father too shameful to accept his sons human blood and by a mother who wouldn't take on the responsibility of motherhood, Usul was found on the wayside by a traveling band of monks making their way from one village to the next. They took the boy in, feed him and clothed him, and when he was old enough, trained him. His sayian blood helped him quickly surpass their training and he left their care soon after, thankful for their kindness but burning with an urge to find those who had left him to die. His mother, he thought, would be allowed to live, but to find her father, she was his only hope.

General Description: Usul is short, no more than 5'4" on a good day. He has short spiky black hair that sticks up on end. He wears a black gi with an orange undershirt. The back and breast symbol are those of the monks that took him in.

Starting Abilities: Ki Specialization, Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious, and Defiant. If I cant do both just Defiant then.

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
Strength - 15%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample:

The monks had been kind to the boy. He wasn't all that thankful when he left however. They had trained him, fed him, and clothed him, for that he was thankful. However something urgent called him. He knew what he had to do. Everything in his training, everything the monks had taught him had lead up to this moment. His mother, the lady that had given birth to him, the one that had abandoned him on that country road all those years ago.

He had a picture, one she had given him when he was just a baby, one in which he had held on to for this very day. Her day of atonement, her time to pay for all her transgression. She would live, that much he was sure of. The truth from her lips was much more important than her blood. He didn’t know where she lived exactly, but he did know the road he was found on. The monks had been that kind at least. Slowly he made his way up the hill, the tree tops slowly coming into view over the crest of the hill.

He slowed, noticing how he had begun to speed up due to his anticipation. He rounded the hill top and reached inside his gi towards his heart. From within his hand clentched around an 8x10 glossy photo of the woman who had given him up nearly 10 years ago. He studied it once more, not like he needed to. He used to stare at it to fall asleep, wondering how anyone as beautiful as the lady in the picture could have given up a baby such as himself. He peered up from the picture, his eyes meeting those of a lady in her fourties. Her hair was pulled tight in a bun atop her head. There were slight wrinkles under her eyes as she peered over her garden, but her look was unmistakable…mother.

“Joseph…” She uttered. The boy took a step back…was that his name, his birth name? No he thought…it didn’t matter what she called him.

“My name is Usul…Mother”

If I get accepted I would like to use this as a prolouge in my first post, if that is allowed.]]> <![CDATA[Who's running this place?]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17656 Tue, 08 May 2012 19:28:44 +0000 Treize]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17656
Who's running this place now? I was a member of Chubbs almost 10 years ago now and the last I heard Jeroen was running the rpg. I was almost a staff member of DBZ Assassins for a long time. I was the original Gohan there and was on staff for a few years along with Jeroen.

Ran across Chubbs again and wanted to see if some of my old partners in crime are around.]]>
Who's running this place now? I was a member of Chubbs almost 10 years ago now and the last I heard Jeroen was running the rpg. I was almost a staff member of DBZ Assassins for a long time. I was the original Gohan there and was on staff for a few years along with Jeroen.

Ran across Chubbs again and wanted to see if some of my old partners in crime are around.]]> <![CDATA[Alt Character]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17497 Thu, 16 Feb 2012 16:12:51 +0000 Carter]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17497 Age: 18
Race: Unknown
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Arlia
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Tactical *

Short Bio: Although unaware, Na'vi is of royal birthright; a princess to a proud, yet, forgotten race. As a youngling, our blue-ish Vixen bore witness to a full scale invasion of her home planet to which her people were enslaved for the intention of profit. Her people were a mystical race with many rare abilities; abilities that made them a valuable comodity. Having been so young she has no recollection of her family, her people, or her planet and what's worse is that she is rare enough to, not only, have never seen another of her kind, but also there are no records, no pictures, or even any rumors about her species. She is alone and life here can be very difficult for her; an enigma. * Na'vi was sold to a saiyan noble, who then lost Na'vi in a card game to a sage. Na'vi later found out that the game was fixed in order for the sage to aqquire the cool toned enigma. The sage then intergrated unwavering discipline into Na'vi's life to which she has become efficient in the art of warfare.

General Description: Na'vi has an other worldly appearance as a result of her alien heritritage. The alien vixen has an athletic build which complements her very feminate curves. Due to her ancient bloodlinne, her aappearence Is in cconstant flux. Na'vi's skin, hair, and eye color change with her emotions, as well as horns that can become visable depending on her mood.The changes are not drastic as she keeps a cooler color scheme such as dark blues, light silvers, to pale purples. Regardless of attitude the alieness hasas long pointed ears, an an hour glass figure, hooves for feet, and tenticules that intergrate themselves into her hair. She also has a long elegant tail, to which is rarely seen due to Na'vi's constant focus to hide it with her stealth ability. You see, although Na'vi has an appealing female figure, she is self conscience about her alien traits. (Draenei and Night-elf women from World of Warcraft for reference)

Fashion: Na'vi tends to dress in leathers for *the armor qualities of the hide. This allows for some protection without restricting movement, however and perhaps to over compensate for her alien appearance, she tends to reveal a mature amount of flesh. She loves all things girly and all things accessory, to which she can be seen weaing jewelry (loves gold) and hair pieces like bandanas.

Starting Abilities: Stealth, Regeneration
Trait: Efficient
Strength - 30%
Focus - 10%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

"Why did you bring me here, sage?"

The air began to stir just as the words parted from their master's cool, blue lips. Now, Vegeta always had been a baren wasteland of a planet, but as the giant brown rock reached twilight it welcomed a new, putrid stench; the female couldn't quite place it.

Hidden beneath her cloak, an older woman with dark complexion stared out from the balcony at which shee stood. She turned in course to meet the voice, her tangled dreadlocks now visable, "Na'vi! It's's soso nice to see you. My, you look so beatiful tonight."

Na'vi, the alieness, kept her visage void of expression. She had learned the sage's intentions for her early in life. To the sage Na'vi was a commodity, and these conversations were business meetings, to find comfort in this old woman's words was a mistake. A mistake she would never make again, "Thank, you mistress."

"Come Na'vi, join me. The view is absolutely gorgeous!" Is all that replied from under the sage's hood.

From the balcony, one could get fairly big view of the bustling city below. Na'vi stood in row with her mistress and allowed herself to take in the city for herself. Now, Vegeta wasn't much to look at and one could argue that it had always look depressing, but Na'vi found herself surprised at the display below.

"It's not the dead you smell in the air, my dear. It's the undead."

The sage's input was not needed, Na'vi could see for herself the terror that had struck the city. Mangled and with flelesh rotting, warriors had been returning from their graves all evening.

"Sage---"

"We have incoming,, Na'vi," the old woman interupted her servent, "on your left, aim high. Your right, go low."

The teal colored female revealed a blade from under her own cloak, twisted her body at an upward angle, and blanketed the sage with a red liquid. The thud from that of a lifeless attacker smacking the pavement rang in the alieness' ears. Na'vi raised her knee to her chest before releasing it behind her in the from of a donkey kick; she aimed low.

SMACK!

Collision; Na'vi's hoof made impact with the undead skull of a saiyan infected. His body did a summersault as it spirled over the balcony.

How cruel fate was too our beloved Na'vi, a princess in another lifetime, for it had bestowed until Na'vi a capture who was also a prophit. This was the sole reason she could not be free, the sage knew all, she saw all.

The sage eyed Na'vi, then snarled, "Insolent wench! You got blood on me!" She then proceeded to strike her servent. Na'vi reacted with the guile of a trained warrior. She had caught the wrist of the sage, before she could strike her. This was the reaction of any warrior worth their salt and it was also a mistake.

Na'vi dropped to her knees and lowered her head, "I'm sorry! Misstress, I beg the, I am so sorry!

"WHORE!!!" Is all that replied, well, that and the beatings

***

That was days ago, she was now on route to Arlia. The sage could see a cure for the sickness on Vegeta, it was located in a jungle on Arlia. The sage stood to gain great wealth by selling the cure, so Na'vi did as she was told.]]> Age: 18
Race: Unknown
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Arlia
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Fighting Style: Tactical *

Short Bio: Although unaware, Na'vi is of royal birthright; a princess to a proud, yet, forgotten race. As a youngling, our blue-ish Vixen bore witness to a full scale invasion of her home planet to which her people were enslaved for the intention of profit. Her people were a mystical race with many rare abilities; abilities that made them a valuable comodity. Having been so young she has no recollection of her family, her people, or her planet and what's worse is that she is rare enough to, not only, have never seen another of her kind, but also there are no records, no pictures, or even any rumors about her species. She is alone and life here can be very difficult for her; an enigma. * Na'vi was sold to a saiyan noble, who then lost Na'vi in a card game to a sage. Na'vi later found out that the game was fixed in order for the sage to aqquire the cool toned enigma. The sage then intergrated unwavering discipline into Na'vi's life to which she has become efficient in the art of warfare.

General Description: Na'vi has an other worldly appearance as a result of her alien heritritage. The alien vixen has an athletic build which complements her very feminate curves. Due to her ancient bloodlinne, her aappearence Is in cconstant flux. Na'vi's skin, hair, and eye color change with her emotions, as well as horns that can become visable depending on her mood.The changes are not drastic as she keeps a cooler color scheme such as dark blues, light silvers, to pale purples. Regardless of attitude the alieness hasas long pointed ears, an an hour glass figure, hooves for feet, and tenticules that intergrate themselves into her hair. She also has a long elegant tail, to which is rarely seen due to Na'vi's constant focus to hide it with her stealth ability. You see, although Na'vi has an appealing female figure, she is self conscience about her alien traits. (Draenei and Night-elf women from World of Warcraft for reference)

Fashion: Na'vi tends to dress in leathers for *the armor qualities of the hide. This allows for some protection without restricting movement, however and perhaps to over compensate for her alien appearance, she tends to reveal a mature amount of flesh. She loves all things girly and all things accessory, to which she can be seen weaing jewelry (loves gold) and hair pieces like bandanas.

Starting Abilities: Stealth, Regeneration
Trait: Efficient
Strength - 30%
Focus - 10%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

"Why did you bring me here, sage?"

The air began to stir just as the words parted from their master's cool, blue lips. Now, Vegeta always had been a baren wasteland of a planet, but as the giant brown rock reached twilight it welcomed a new, putrid stench; the female couldn't quite place it.

Hidden beneath her cloak, an older woman with dark complexion stared out from the balcony at which shee stood. She turned in course to meet the voice, her tangled dreadlocks now visable, "Na'vi! It's's soso nice to see you. My, you look so beatiful tonight."

Na'vi, the alieness, kept her visage void of expression. She had learned the sage's intentions for her early in life. To the sage Na'vi was a commodity, and these conversations were business meetings, to find comfort in this old woman's words was a mistake. A mistake she would never make again, "Thank, you mistress."

"Come Na'vi, join me. The view is absolutely gorgeous!" Is all that replied from under the sage's hood.

From the balcony, one could get fairly big view of the bustling city below. Na'vi stood in row with her mistress and allowed herself to take in the city for herself. Now, Vegeta wasn't much to look at and one could argue that it had always look depressing, but Na'vi found herself surprised at the display below.

"It's not the dead you smell in the air, my dear. It's the undead."

The sage's input was not needed, Na'vi could see for herself the terror that had struck the city. Mangled and with flelesh rotting, warriors had been returning from their graves all evening.

"Sage---"

"We have incoming,, Na'vi," the old woman interupted her servent, "on your left, aim high. Your right, go low."

The teal colored female revealed a blade from under her own cloak, twisted her body at an upward angle, and blanketed the sage with a red liquid. The thud from that of a lifeless attacker smacking the pavement rang in the alieness' ears. Na'vi raised her knee to her chest before releasing it behind her in the from of a donkey kick; she aimed low.

SMACK!

Collision; Na'vi's hoof made impact with the undead skull of a saiyan infected. His body did a summersault as it spirled over the balcony.

How cruel fate was too our beloved Na'vi, a princess in another lifetime, for it had bestowed until Na'vi a capture who was also a prophit. This was the sole reason she could not be free, the sage knew all, she saw all.

The sage eyed Na'vi, then snarled, "Insolent wench! You got blood on me!" She then proceeded to strike her servent. Na'vi reacted with the guile of a trained warrior. She had caught the wrist of the sage, before she could strike her. This was the reaction of any warrior worth their salt and it was also a mistake.

Na'vi dropped to her knees and lowered her head, "I'm sorry! Misstress, I beg the, I am so sorry!

"WHORE!!!" Is all that replied, well, that and the beatings

***

That was days ago, she was now on route to Arlia. The sage could see a cure for the sickness on Vegeta, it was located in a jungle on Arlia. The sage stood to gain great wealth by selling the cure, so Na'vi did as she was told.]]> <![CDATA[Had to pop by]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17469 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:46:52 +0000 Dana]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17469
Being that Chubbs was my first RPG I was ever on, I just wanted to pop in and say congrats on the longevity you guys have produced, one of the few COMMUNITIES to actually last through a decade and more!

Again congrats!]]>
Being that Chubbs was my first RPG I was ever on, I just wanted to pop in and say congrats on the longevity you guys have produced, one of the few COMMUNITIES to actually last through a decade and more!

Again congrats!]]> <![CDATA[Son of a....]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17456 Sun, 29 Jan 2012 05:53:15 +0000 Mza]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17456 Name: Mza Ryuujin (Pronounce like Rza from Wu Tang)

Age: 18

Race: Generic (Half God, Half Demon)

Sex: All the time. Oh wait...alright, alright. Male.

Starting Planet: Arlia

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: Aggressive

Short Bio: Son to Mizuchi, the japanese Deity of water. Mza is the product of a forbidden smash and dash. 18 years ago the serpent like god transformed to resemble the native inhabitants and entered the realm of the mortals with one goal in mind. Shortly after accomplishing it he saw little use in staying. Mza is fully aware of his bloodline but prefers to walk a path he feels has been tailored to his persona and personal endeavors opposed to the cliche effort to gain his father’s mutual respect. He has never seen his father and doesn't plan to make an effort to any time soon.

General Description: Mza Ryuujin is tall and defined, clearly in peak physical conditioning. Standing at approximately 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighing in at approximately 190 lbs. His anatomy is remarkably similar to that of a homo-sapien in the sense that he possesses two arms, two legs, and stands upright. Along with his organs and bodily functions operating in a similar fashion. The only noticeable differences to this date in his appearance are that his canines are sharper as are his nails, and his ears are pointed much like those of elves.

Starting Abilities: Elemental Ki (Water), Survival

Trait: Lone Wolf

Stats:
Strength - 25%
Focus - 30%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample: “You’ve got to be kidding me...” Exclaimed the half-breed as he faced the mirror. Hand and fingers pushing up against his cheek bones and streamlining down to the mandible. Today was to be his 18th birthday and of all the things that could have happened to him this was the last thing he had anticipated. Worse even, something he’d never really expected. Sure Arlians looked different but their different was a normal different. Like it was just different from him. This though...

“Fuck!”

In rapid response to both his excitement and tone, Mza’s caretaker and long-time friend Suni stormed into the room. Nearly breaking down the hybrid’s door in the process. “What’s all the commo--holy genesis tree.”

Miz turned his attention from his own reflection to meet the gaze of his friend. The look on Ryuujin’s face revealing his dismay with a kind of emphasis that no actor could replicate. Yet despite his hopes Suni seemed to have been taken aback just as much as he, looking about as lost as he was feeling right now. The shared silence confirming his concerns. Even though it was for a minute to a youth such as himself that minute felt like forever.

“Did you um-did you do something to your hair?” The bug-like parental figure went on to ask, attempting to compose herself as well as as she could despite never having experienced this sort of thing before. Her body language lead the hybrid to believe differently though noticing the tilt of her head just as a dog would a strange sight. If there was one thing in common about animals it was their instinctive reactions. Dog, chicken, spider or bug. There was always a link if you looked deep enough.

“Suni...do you really think I'm worried about my hair right now?”

OOC: This is Shun. If someone could just change this accounts name to Mza instead of what it is currently I would greatly appreciate it.]]> Name: Mza Ryuujin (Pronounce like Rza from Wu Tang)

Age: 18

Race: Generic (Half God, Half Demon)

Sex: All the time. Oh wait...alright, alright. Male.

Starting Planet: Arlia

Profession: Unemployed

Fighting Style: Aggressive

Short Bio: Son to Mizuchi, the japanese Deity of water. Mza is the product of a forbidden smash and dash. 18 years ago the serpent like god transformed to resemble the native inhabitants and entered the realm of the mortals with one goal in mind. Shortly after accomplishing it he saw little use in staying. Mza is fully aware of his bloodline but prefers to walk a path he feels has been tailored to his persona and personal endeavors opposed to the cliche effort to gain his father’s mutual respect. He has never seen his father and doesn't plan to make an effort to any time soon.

General Description: Mza Ryuujin is tall and defined, clearly in peak physical conditioning. Standing at approximately 6 foot 4 inches tall and weighing in at approximately 190 lbs. His anatomy is remarkably similar to that of a homo-sapien in the sense that he possesses two arms, two legs, and stands upright. Along with his organs and bodily functions operating in a similar fashion. The only noticeable differences to this date in his appearance are that his canines are sharper as are his nails, and his ears are pointed much like those of elves.

Starting Abilities: Elemental Ki (Water), Survival

Trait: Lone Wolf

Stats:
Strength - 25%
Focus - 30%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample: “You’ve got to be kidding me...” Exclaimed the half-breed as he faced the mirror. Hand and fingers pushing up against his cheek bones and streamlining down to the mandible. Today was to be his 18th birthday and of all the things that could have happened to him this was the last thing he had anticipated. Worse even, something he’d never really expected. Sure Arlians looked different but their different was a normal different. Like it was just different from him. This though...

“Fuck!”

In rapid response to both his excitement and tone, Mza’s caretaker and long-time friend Suni stormed into the room. Nearly breaking down the hybrid’s door in the process. “What’s all the commo--holy genesis tree.”

Miz turned his attention from his own reflection to meet the gaze of his friend. The look on Ryuujin’s face revealing his dismay with a kind of emphasis that no actor could replicate. Yet despite his hopes Suni seemed to have been taken aback just as much as he, looking about as lost as he was feeling right now. The shared silence confirming his concerns. Even though it was for a minute to a youth such as himself that minute felt like forever.

“Did you um-did you do something to your hair?” The bug-like parental figure went on to ask, attempting to compose herself as well as as she could despite never having experienced this sort of thing before. Her body language lead the hybrid to believe differently though noticing the tilt of her head just as a dog would a strange sight. If there was one thing in common about animals it was their instinctive reactions. Dog, chicken, spider or bug. There was always a link if you looked deep enough.

“Suni...do you really think I'm worried about my hair right now?”

OOC: This is Shun. If someone could just change this accounts name to Mza instead of what it is currently I would greatly appreciate it.]]> <![CDATA[Andromeda Crowe's Awakening]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17446 Thu, 26 Jan 2012 23:10:50 +0000 Andromeda Crowe]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17446
Age: Looks 22

Race: Generic (Kindred Vampire)

Sex: Female

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Assassin

Fighting Style: Precise

Short Bio: A Kindred Vampire who seems klutzy and sweet, but has a very short temper. Her hobbies include art and cross-making, and she has a very twisted mindset. She was a natural born Kindred (a form of undead) turned vampire when her clan decided they needed more people on the offense than their defense. Though she holds the title “Mistress Eternal” she is really under the command of the clan leader. She hates taking orders, but the electric collar around her neck says otherwise…

General Description: Andromeda is a 5’9”, 193 lbs, Kindred Vampire. Her skin is a bluish gray, and her eyes are slate gray when not in vampire form (the only difference between forms is the eyes) and in vampire form they glow a vivid blood red. Her hair is worn in a conservative librarian-style bun, and is a shade darker than gold. Her measurements are: 44” DD, 31”, 40”.

Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation, Ki Sense

Trait: Defiant

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 10%
• Focus - 30%
• Endurance - 40%
• Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample:
The room was spinning. Whatever happened the night before left Andromeda’s head reeling and her stomach jumbled in knots.

Slowly she sat up. Unable to see more than blurs, she patted the surface beneath her. Cold. Metallic. She smelt something like disinfectant in the air, and the sickly smell of latex. The temperature in the room felt cold, maybe in the upper sixties. She swallowed.

Nothing she could think of could stop the surmounting terror that rose from deep within her chest.

Where was she?

What happened??

She blinked several times to try and diminish the blur, but it hardly did more than make her drowsy. In the fog of her confusion, she heard crackling and buzzing overhead. Perhaps it was faulty lighting? Andromeda tilted her head down in thought. That would explain the fading in and out of darkness she saw through her blurred vision. Good. She wasn’t going to lose consciousness.

She turned on the… table? ...and slowly put one foot after the other on the floor. It was sticky and wet, and just a little warm. A new smell tingled in her nose. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it made her oddly…hungry. She knelt, put her hand to the floor, coated her palm with the substance. She could feel it ooze slowly from her splayed fingers as she pulled it up.

She sniffed at it now that it was closer. Still no recollection of where she knew the smell.

Hesitantly, yet almost eagerly, she flicked her tongue over her palm. She smacked her lips together to try and get the flavor…

Almost immediately, she felt the most strange series of jolts. Delight. Fulfillment. Fear. Horror. Disgust. The flavor of sharp iron and bitter salt flooded her senses.

Blood.

In an instant, her vision came back. She no longer felt weak or tired. She spun around to view her surroundings. She pulled to a stop when she saw the reflective metal cabinets. The opposite end of the room, the side parallel to the cabinets, was reflecting back at the windows in an eternal loop of reflections. Yet Andromeda quivered in slight horror. Her reflection, which should have been as solid as her, peered back in an eerie translucence. She let out a soft gasp, one of utter horror and disbelief. Were her eyes glowing red?

Two bright orbs of red kept a steady pace of fading in and out beneath her disheveled bangs.

For what little of a reflection she had, she could see her clothes were tattered and torn, ripped and mangled, and could barely be considered rags in the state they were in. They barely covered her bosom and nether regions, just barely enough there that imagination was not at all necessary to see what lay beneath the flimsy fabric. Instinctively, she shielded her body, self-conscious of her near-nakedness.

A creak came from behind, she spun around in a flash to investigate. The door had crept open, but no one was in sight.]]>
Age: Looks 22

Race: Generic (Kindred Vampire)

Sex: Female

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Assassin

Fighting Style: Precise

Short Bio: A Kindred Vampire who seems klutzy and sweet, but has a very short temper. Her hobbies include art and cross-making, and she has a very twisted mindset. She was a natural born Kindred (a form of undead) turned vampire when her clan decided they needed more people on the offense than their defense. Though she holds the title “Mistress Eternal” she is really under the command of the clan leader. She hates taking orders, but the electric collar around her neck says otherwise…

General Description: Andromeda is a 5’9”, 193 lbs, Kindred Vampire. Her skin is a bluish gray, and her eyes are slate gray when not in vampire form (the only difference between forms is the eyes) and in vampire form they glow a vivid blood red. Her hair is worn in a conservative librarian-style bun, and is a shade darker than gold. Her measurements are: 44” DD, 31”, 40”.

Starting Abilities: Combat Teleportation, Ki Sense

Trait: Defiant

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 10%
• Focus - 30%
• Endurance - 40%
• Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample:
The room was spinning. Whatever happened the night before left Andromeda’s head reeling and her stomach jumbled in knots.

Slowly she sat up. Unable to see more than blurs, she patted the surface beneath her. Cold. Metallic. She smelt something like disinfectant in the air, and the sickly smell of latex. The temperature in the room felt cold, maybe in the upper sixties. She swallowed.

Nothing she could think of could stop the surmounting terror that rose from deep within her chest.

Where was she?

What happened??

She blinked several times to try and diminish the blur, but it hardly did more than make her drowsy. In the fog of her confusion, she heard crackling and buzzing overhead. Perhaps it was faulty lighting? Andromeda tilted her head down in thought. That would explain the fading in and out of darkness she saw through her blurred vision. Good. She wasn’t going to lose consciousness.

She turned on the… table? ...and slowly put one foot after the other on the floor. It was sticky and wet, and just a little warm. A new smell tingled in her nose. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it made her oddly…hungry. She knelt, put her hand to the floor, coated her palm with the substance. She could feel it ooze slowly from her splayed fingers as she pulled it up.

She sniffed at it now that it was closer. Still no recollection of where she knew the smell.

Hesitantly, yet almost eagerly, she flicked her tongue over her palm. She smacked her lips together to try and get the flavor…

Almost immediately, she felt the most strange series of jolts. Delight. Fulfillment. Fear. Horror. Disgust. The flavor of sharp iron and bitter salt flooded her senses.

Blood.

In an instant, her vision came back. She no longer felt weak or tired. She spun around to view her surroundings. She pulled to a stop when she saw the reflective metal cabinets. The opposite end of the room, the side parallel to the cabinets, was reflecting back at the windows in an eternal loop of reflections. Yet Andromeda quivered in slight horror. Her reflection, which should have been as solid as her, peered back in an eerie translucence. She let out a soft gasp, one of utter horror and disbelief. Were her eyes glowing red?

Two bright orbs of red kept a steady pace of fading in and out beneath her disheveled bangs.

For what little of a reflection she had, she could see her clothes were tattered and torn, ripped and mangled, and could barely be considered rags in the state they were in. They barely covered her bosom and nether regions, just barely enough there that imagination was not at all necessary to see what lay beneath the flimsy fabric. Instinctively, she shielded her body, self-conscious of her near-nakedness.

A creak came from behind, she spun around in a flash to investigate. The door had crept open, but no one was in sight.]]> <![CDATA[Mirana - Tyr's alt]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17435 Mon, 23 Jan 2012 03:45:07 +0000 Mirana]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17435 Name: Mirana Silvis
Age: 24
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Frost #213
Profession: Soldier
Fighting Style: Swashbuckler style - dirty and with a blade.
Short Bio: Born into a wealthy household with a father who earned his way into near-nobility through hard labor and ingenuity, he made a mistake that many caring fathers do and made sure his daughter needed nothing. Growing up to be a prudish, spoiled and insufferable brat, Mirana found pleasure in experimenting with different chemicals, often ending in catastrophic disasters that were quickly covered up by daddy's wallet.

When reaching adulthood, Mirana had a falling out with her dad, resulting in her enlistening for the Earth's Defense Force. To no one's surprise, when sent to the frontlines, the girl was a juvenile princess unable to do anything and despite keeping a straight face on, her officers noticed her distinct lack of action on the battlefield. For displaying such inability to function, they sent her to Frost #213 on a "maturity trip" in hope of making something out of her contract under the cover of a "super secret mission" of which Mirana was to tell no one of, as she's to tend an unmanned outpost on the cold planet.

General Description: With her daddy's wallet at her disposal and a promise of not changing anything permanently, Mirana transformed herself into the closest she could get to what she herself defined as iconic beauty. With the most perfect skin money can buy, long, smooth and beautiful blonde-dyed hair, the only genuine thing about her beauty remains her eyes icy-blue eyes.

With a fondness of playing dress up as a child, Mirana always overdresses for the occasion, her job as a soldier being no exception, as she adorns herself with a cape just reaching her waist to "display authority", despite the fact that no soldier uniform in the Earth Defense Forces have any kind of cloaks attached. Complimenting her cape, she also wears a Silvis family standard issue cutlass. Crafted out of a material similar to silver in color, but of superior quality, it has her family crest finely carved into the blade towards the hilt.

Starting Abilities: Immaterial and Elemental Ki: Ice
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:

Strength - 20%
Focus - 40%
Endurance - 15%
Agility - 25%

hey guys i herd this site is gud and i want to join plz?]]> Name: Mirana Silvis
Age: 24
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Starting Planet: Frost #213
Profession: Soldier
Fighting Style: Swashbuckler style - dirty and with a blade.
Short Bio: Born into a wealthy household with a father who earned his way into near-nobility through hard labor and ingenuity, he made a mistake that many caring fathers do and made sure his daughter needed nothing. Growing up to be a prudish, spoiled and insufferable brat, Mirana found pleasure in experimenting with different chemicals, often ending in catastrophic disasters that were quickly covered up by daddy's wallet.

When reaching adulthood, Mirana had a falling out with her dad, resulting in her enlistening for the Earth's Defense Force. To no one's surprise, when sent to the frontlines, the girl was a juvenile princess unable to do anything and despite keeping a straight face on, her officers noticed her distinct lack of action on the battlefield. For displaying such inability to function, they sent her to Frost #213 on a "maturity trip" in hope of making something out of her contract under the cover of a "super secret mission" of which Mirana was to tell no one of, as she's to tend an unmanned outpost on the cold planet.

General Description: With her daddy's wallet at her disposal and a promise of not changing anything permanently, Mirana transformed herself into the closest she could get to what she herself defined as iconic beauty. With the most perfect skin money can buy, long, smooth and beautiful blonde-dyed hair, the only genuine thing about her beauty remains her eyes icy-blue eyes.

With a fondness of playing dress up as a child, Mirana always overdresses for the occasion, her job as a soldier being no exception, as she adorns herself with a cape just reaching her waist to "display authority", despite the fact that no soldier uniform in the Earth Defense Forces have any kind of cloaks attached. Complimenting her cape, she also wears a Silvis family standard issue cutlass. Crafted out of a material similar to silver in color, but of superior quality, it has her family crest finely carved into the blade towards the hilt.

Starting Abilities: Immaterial and Elemental Ki: Ice
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:

Strength - 20%
Focus - 40%
Endurance - 15%
Agility - 25%

hey guys i herd this site is gud and i want to join plz?]]> <![CDATA[Daioshai - Jarka's Alt]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17268 Wed, 26 Oct 2011 18:36:56 +0000 Jarka]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17268
Age: BETA

Race: Android

Sex: n/a

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Test Subject

Fighting Style: Tactical. Optimizes each action after situation analysis.

Short Bio: The latest project from the R&D department of Vamar Intelligence and Pharmaceutical Corporation, the rumor of DAIOSHAI has been met with enthusiasm from a variety of fields and a grim murmur amongst Capsule Corporation. The creation of BIOSH, a simple system that can function in both solid and purely holographic state, was monumental enough to keep Vamar IPC on the front pages of tech blogs for years to come, but the company has not stopped there. With bonus military funding and a skyrocketing stock, Vamar continues to blaze past the cutting edge of technology. Thanks to a leaked memo, the DAIOSHAI project has the tech industry buzzing with anticipation, despite only containing the name and some cryptic orders regarding the development. Knowing Vamar’s short history and savvy marketing, the release of DAIOSHAI will be certain to make its mark on the world.

General Description: Daioshai’s default theme is molded after the human form. After a series of demographic surveys to discover desirable features, the shell stands at 5’8” with blond hair, green eyes, and a slightly feminine but primarily androgynous appearance. More themes and full customization settings are expected on release.

Currently, focus has been on testing functionality as opposed to perfecting the GUI. As a result, firsthand experience with Daioshai may result in an unsettling feeling. This is a perfectly normal reaction to humanoid graphical output at this stage in development.

Starting Abilities: Immaterial, Regeneration

Trait: Efficient

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 5%
• Focus - 45%
• Endurance - 5%
• Agility - 45%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)

0100100001000101010011000100110001001111001000000101011101001111010100100100110001000100
Visual_Input_Initialize(true);
Audio_Input_Initialize(true);
Tacticle_Input_Initialize(true);
Olfaction_Input_Initialize(true);
Gustation_Input_Initialize(true);
Vestible_Input_Initialize(true);
Thermo_Input_Initialize(true);
Kinesthetic_Input_Initialize(true);
Nosiception_Input_Initialize(true);
Input_Analysis(input_ar);
Initializing…

Walls. Three standard walls, one ceiling, one floor. A visual scan revealed a fourth wall that had previously been out of range. Four walls. This constituted a room.

Voice. Human speaking.

“Systems are online.” The voice was wavering slightly. The origin was not in visual range.

The wall color was white. One exception was the wall directly in front of visual input. This wall had a glossy black half-sphere in the center.

A tactile sensor reached out to the sphere. Smooth.

“Holy shit!” A second voice. This one rasped quietly. A whisper. “Did you see what she just did?”

“Focus, Neil. And, for the last time, it isn’t a ‘she,’ it’s a computer.” Third voice. Deeper than the other two.

Voice two, Neil, muttered again. “Well, I didn’t think she- it would touch the camera. Not with its hand. Weird.”

The half-sphere was a camera. The tactile sensor was a hand. Logs updated.

The voices did not come from the camera. From origin point, they came from 62.6 degrees above the x axis. The intersection of the wall with the ray would be about 15.3 centimeters above the camera.

“What is it looking at?” First voice.

A flat circle panel with a pattern of holes was mounted fifteen point three centimeters above the camera.

“Let me- oh! It’s the speaker!” Third voice. “It’s looking for us. For our voices.”

Neil chuckled. “Turn on video output. Let it have a look.”

The white wall flickered for an instant before an image appeared. What appeared to be three humans wearing white uniforms were huddled together.

The human in the middle raised his hand and shook it rapidly back and forth. “Greetings!” The voice belonged to Neil. Logs updated. “This is a video feed. Can you see us?”

Audio output activated. “Affirmative.”

“Excellent!” The humans looked to one another, their mouths stretched to bear their teeth. Smiling. “We will begin testing shortly.”]]>
Age: BETA

Race: Android

Sex: n/a

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Test Subject

Fighting Style: Tactical. Optimizes each action after situation analysis.

Short Bio: The latest project from the R&D department of Vamar Intelligence and Pharmaceutical Corporation, the rumor of DAIOSHAI has been met with enthusiasm from a variety of fields and a grim murmur amongst Capsule Corporation. The creation of BIOSH, a simple system that can function in both solid and purely holographic state, was monumental enough to keep Vamar IPC on the front pages of tech blogs for years to come, but the company has not stopped there. With bonus military funding and a skyrocketing stock, Vamar continues to blaze past the cutting edge of technology. Thanks to a leaked memo, the DAIOSHAI project has the tech industry buzzing with anticipation, despite only containing the name and some cryptic orders regarding the development. Knowing Vamar’s short history and savvy marketing, the release of DAIOSHAI will be certain to make its mark on the world.

General Description: Daioshai’s default theme is molded after the human form. After a series of demographic surveys to discover desirable features, the shell stands at 5’8” with blond hair, green eyes, and a slightly feminine but primarily androgynous appearance. More themes and full customization settings are expected on release.

Currently, focus has been on testing functionality as opposed to perfecting the GUI. As a result, firsthand experience with Daioshai may result in an unsettling feeling. This is a perfectly normal reaction to humanoid graphical output at this stage in development.

Starting Abilities: Immaterial, Regeneration

Trait: Efficient

Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
• Strength - 5%
• Focus - 45%
• Endurance - 5%
• Agility - 45%

Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)

0100100001000101010011000100110001001111001000000101011101001111010100100100110001000100
Visual_Input_Initialize(true);
Audio_Input_Initialize(true);
Tacticle_Input_Initialize(true);
Olfaction_Input_Initialize(true);
Gustation_Input_Initialize(true);
Vestible_Input_Initialize(true);
Thermo_Input_Initialize(true);
Kinesthetic_Input_Initialize(true);
Nosiception_Input_Initialize(true);
Input_Analysis(input_ar);
Initializing…

Walls. Three standard walls, one ceiling, one floor. A visual scan revealed a fourth wall that had previously been out of range. Four walls. This constituted a room.

Voice. Human speaking.

“Systems are online.” The voice was wavering slightly. The origin was not in visual range.

The wall color was white. One exception was the wall directly in front of visual input. This wall had a glossy black half-sphere in the center.

A tactile sensor reached out to the sphere. Smooth.

“Holy shit!” A second voice. This one rasped quietly. A whisper. “Did you see what she just did?”

“Focus, Neil. And, for the last time, it isn’t a ‘she,’ it’s a computer.” Third voice. Deeper than the other two.

Voice two, Neil, muttered again. “Well, I didn’t think she- it would touch the camera. Not with its hand. Weird.”

The half-sphere was a camera. The tactile sensor was a hand. Logs updated.

The voices did not come from the camera. From origin point, they came from 62.6 degrees above the x axis. The intersection of the wall with the ray would be about 15.3 centimeters above the camera.

“What is it looking at?” First voice.

A flat circle panel with a pattern of holes was mounted fifteen point three centimeters above the camera.

“Let me- oh! It’s the speaker!” Third voice. “It’s looking for us. For our voices.”

Neil chuckled. “Turn on video output. Let it have a look.”

The white wall flickered for an instant before an image appeared. What appeared to be three humans wearing white uniforms were huddled together.

The human in the middle raised his hand and shook it rapidly back and forth. “Greetings!” The voice belonged to Neil. Logs updated. “This is a video feed. Can you see us?”

Audio output activated. “Affirmative.”

“Excellent!” The humans looked to one another, their mouths stretched to bear their teeth. Smiling. “We will begin testing shortly.”]]> <![CDATA[Keiko Needs Help]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17264 Tue, 25 Oct 2011 20:26:06 +0000 Keiko Needs Help]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17264
Somebody, please help me!

PS Sorry for registering a new account, I tried everything else I could think of and I don't have any of the Mods e-mails, so this was my only option. Thank you.

I have a temporary E-mail account set up CDROAN83@yahoo.com]]>
Somebody, please help me!

PS Sorry for registering a new account, I tried everything else I could think of and I don't have any of the Mods e-mails, so this was my only option. Thank you.

I have a temporary E-mail account set up CDROAN83@yahoo.com]]> <![CDATA[The first of any, the end of all.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17215 Wed, 12 Oct 2011 18:19:46 +0000 Adam Void]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17215 I have a character I'd like to write out.
He already has some story from another site that crashed.
I shall post the back story as well with the rest of his posts.

I do however have some cannon characters that were helping out mine.

If anyone is rping piccolo and or king Kai that would certainly help, otherwise, if they are not, i would need to npc them for a bit.

I don't have much room otherwise for people to join the rp, but give me a shout and let me know if you want in and your idea on how to fit in the story and I'll see what I can do. I like to write with other good writers.

Otherwise, I hope people are still on this site. I look forward to writing out this story. A tale of power vacuum, heartbreak, science, and hate.

It shall be fun! Big Grin

]]> I have a character I'd like to write out.
He already has some story from another site that crashed.
I shall post the back story as well with the rest of his posts.

I do however have some cannon characters that were helping out mine.

If anyone is rping piccolo and or king Kai that would certainly help, otherwise, if they are not, i would need to npc them for a bit.

I don't have much room otherwise for people to join the rp, but give me a shout and let me know if you want in and your idea on how to fit in the story and I'll see what I can do. I like to write with other good writers.

Otherwise, I hope people are still on this site. I look forward to writing out this story. A tale of power vacuum, heartbreak, science, and hate.

It shall be fun! Big Grin

]]> <![CDATA[Gokon]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17172 Thu, 22 Sep 2011 23:36:59 +0000 Gokhan]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17172 Name:Gokon

Age:7

Race: saiyan

Sex:Male

Starting Planet:Earth

Profession: in school

Fighting Style: courageous,

Short Bio: Gokon was born with amesnia but overcame it at age 4 he still cannot explain anything that had happened before he overcame so he is on a quest for the dragonballs to fix that

General Description: he has a tail has kid gohan (sayian,android) face goku's hair and wears goku's kid gi he had that stuff passed down somehow he was able to be unaffected by aging when he was shot away from planet vegeta he has a red headband

Starting Abilities: Kamehameha, masenko

Trait: Tenacious

Stats: Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)

Strength - 35%
Focus - 15%
Endurance -25 %
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample:Gokon was flying to school on the flying nimbus passed down to him he was scared ms.mccaig was going to kill him for being late and then he heard the bell ring at that point gokon powered up and rushed to class Ms.mccaig had been teaching multiplication when gokon rushed in he was wearing the regular green pants and white shirt with suspenders he rushed to the his seat but was grabbed by ms.mccaig tail first and was given an assignment to write i will not be late x1000 since he has been late many times]]> Name:Gokon

Age:7

Race: saiyan

Sex:Male

Starting Planet:Earth

Profession: in school

Fighting Style: courageous,

Short Bio: Gokon was born with amesnia but overcame it at age 4 he still cannot explain anything that had happened before he overcame so he is on a quest for the dragonballs to fix that

General Description: he has a tail has kid gohan (sayian,android) face goku's hair and wears goku's kid gi he had that stuff passed down somehow he was able to be unaffected by aging when he was shot away from planet vegeta he has a red headband

Starting Abilities: Kamehameha, masenko

Trait: Tenacious

Stats: Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)

Strength - 35%
Focus - 15%
Endurance -25 %
Agility - 25%

Role-play Sample:Gokon was flying to school on the flying nimbus passed down to him he was scared ms.mccaig was going to kill him for being late and then he heard the bell ring at that point gokon powered up and rushed to class Ms.mccaig had been teaching multiplication when gokon rushed in he was wearing the regular green pants and white shirt with suspenders he rushed to the his seat but was grabbed by ms.mccaig tail first and was given an assignment to write i will not be late x1000 since he has been late many times]]> <![CDATA[It was nice seeing ya'll]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17081 Tue, 30 Aug 2011 16:02:21 +0000 Maximillion]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17081
Love you guys. Someday, when you're older, maybe we can chat over a cuppa.

Peace!]]>
Love you guys. Someday, when you're older, maybe we can chat over a cuppa.

Peace!]]>