http://alex.zulenka.com/ Sat, 05 Sep 2026 18:48:19 +0000 MyBB http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17947 Fri, 15 Mar 2013 13:58:30 +0000 Shane Warnock]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17947 http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17882 Thu, 07 Feb 2013 03:00:52 +0000 Jesper]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17882 Name: Jesper

Age: 18

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Bounty Hunter

Fighting Style: Indirect, strategic.

Short Bio: Jesper is like every other kid his age in that he has no aspiration to really be much of anything, and only has his mind on three things: video games, girls, and music. Even after he was officially designated as 8727 at Zone 6, he was too shell shocked to really act like he cares. His personal effects were taken away from him as he went through the same process that every other drug recruit went through, but as his abilities progressed, it became clear that some of those effects would have to be returned. He’s never without his headphones and iPhone, and his superiors are pleased with how he’s managed to use them.

Even now that he’s avoided termination, Jesper still treats his experience like a video game, and other people as mere characters. Maybe it helps him cope with his situation. He is, after all, now property of Zone 6, and it doesn’t look like that’ll ever change.

General Description: Jesper is slightly tall for his age at 6’0”, but he’s skinny. It shows, as he appears to be pretty lanky. He does have a wiry physique, and he’s scrappy when he needs to be. His messy red hair is usually crunched underneath his giant headphones and spike out around them. He has a very unique style, choosing to go with mostly purple, baggy attire, though the jumpsuit he wore in Limbo was obviously different and very annoying.

Starting Abilities: Possession; Foresight

Trait: Efficient

Stats:
Strength - 10%
Focus - 40%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample: ]]> Name: Jesper

Age: 18

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Bounty Hunter

Fighting Style: Indirect, strategic.

Short Bio: Jesper is like every other kid his age in that he has no aspiration to really be much of anything, and only has his mind on three things: video games, girls, and music. Even after he was officially designated as 8727 at Zone 6, he was too shell shocked to really act like he cares. His personal effects were taken away from him as he went through the same process that every other drug recruit went through, but as his abilities progressed, it became clear that some of those effects would have to be returned. He’s never without his headphones and iPhone, and his superiors are pleased with how he’s managed to use them.

Even now that he’s avoided termination, Jesper still treats his experience like a video game, and other people as mere characters. Maybe it helps him cope with his situation. He is, after all, now property of Zone 6, and it doesn’t look like that’ll ever change.

General Description: Jesper is slightly tall for his age at 6’0”, but he’s skinny. It shows, as he appears to be pretty lanky. He does have a wiry physique, and he’s scrappy when he needs to be. His messy red hair is usually crunched underneath his giant headphones and spike out around them. He has a very unique style, choosing to go with mostly purple, baggy attire, though the jumpsuit he wore in Limbo was obviously different and very annoying.

Starting Abilities: Possession; Foresight

Trait: Efficient

Stats:
Strength - 10%
Focus - 40%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample: ]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17879 Wed, 06 Feb 2013 19:06:19 +0000 Claire]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17879 Name: Claire St. James

Age: 17

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Bounty Hunter

Fighting Style: Inexperienced, timid, flighty. Minor hand-to-hand skills.

Short Bio: Her designation became 8729 twenty-seven days ago. They wanted her to surpass her limitations, but time was growing short, and her potential wasn’t blossoming as they’d hoped. Most of the experience was a blur, some far-off dream that just couldn’t be real. When the dosage of drugs reached a critically dangerous level, they knew they had to stop. Perhaps, in time, she would develop. If not, she would have to be terminated.

Thirty-one days ago, Claire was, if anything, your typical girl. She had a trove of friends, and she had her would-be boyfriend, and graduation was just around the corner. Michael Elms was nothing short of a jock, but he was downright smitten by her. It could have been the glasses she wore, always slipping down her nose, or the fact that she stumped him with her usage of words and factoids. Either way, the numbskull liked her and she, admittedly, had a very large crush on him.

What had been a harmless night to the drive-in turned into a front-page disaster. The details are unclear…because no one survived. Not even Claire.

When her body was taken from the hospital, they assumed she was in the morgue. This wasn’t the case, and upon her arrival to the hospital, Claire shouldn’t have died. While the helpless family and friends searched for her…she was already half-way across the world.

She belonged to Zone 6, now.


General Description: Claire had always taken care of her hair, because to her, it was what made her fit in. This was why she grew it out even when her mother insisted on cutting it from time to time. Her raven tresses fell down past her hips, and although she usually ties them into two very particular pony-tails, she will sometimes tie the lengthy strands up and out of the way.

Her clothing of choice, once given the option from her white jumper, is between dark baggy sweaters and a dark pair of shorts. She isn’t exactly shy about body-image, just timid all around.

She has that look of a scared animal, and although her glasses were long lost, she was given contact lenses by her new friends. Losing her contacts would mean, well, an unfortunate time for Claire.

Her skin is pale, almost sickly, although it hadn’t always been this way. With the amount of drugs pumped into her system, it’s given her a bit of strain. She’s not your typical fighter. When you see her, you’d quickly figure out that she’s not a threat.

Claire’s hands are usually covered by a long-sleeved glove. A strange mutation occurred with the drugs, causing an unusual uncontrolled affect in her hand.

Once you get to know her, and she gets to know you, Claire is really a sweet girl in a strange place.

Starting Abilities: Metal Binding, Time Stop

Trait: Compassionate

Stats:
• Strength - 20%
• Focus - 40%
• Endurance - 20%
• Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample:]]> Name: Claire St. James

Age: 17

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Bounty Hunter

Fighting Style: Inexperienced, timid, flighty. Minor hand-to-hand skills.

Short Bio: Her designation became 8729 twenty-seven days ago. They wanted her to surpass her limitations, but time was growing short, and her potential wasn’t blossoming as they’d hoped. Most of the experience was a blur, some far-off dream that just couldn’t be real. When the dosage of drugs reached a critically dangerous level, they knew they had to stop. Perhaps, in time, she would develop. If not, she would have to be terminated.

Thirty-one days ago, Claire was, if anything, your typical girl. She had a trove of friends, and she had her would-be boyfriend, and graduation was just around the corner. Michael Elms was nothing short of a jock, but he was downright smitten by her. It could have been the glasses she wore, always slipping down her nose, or the fact that she stumped him with her usage of words and factoids. Either way, the numbskull liked her and she, admittedly, had a very large crush on him.

What had been a harmless night to the drive-in turned into a front-page disaster. The details are unclear…because no one survived. Not even Claire.

When her body was taken from the hospital, they assumed she was in the morgue. This wasn’t the case, and upon her arrival to the hospital, Claire shouldn’t have died. While the helpless family and friends searched for her…she was already half-way across the world.

She belonged to Zone 6, now.


General Description: Claire had always taken care of her hair, because to her, it was what made her fit in. This was why she grew it out even when her mother insisted on cutting it from time to time. Her raven tresses fell down past her hips, and although she usually ties them into two very particular pony-tails, she will sometimes tie the lengthy strands up and out of the way.

Her clothing of choice, once given the option from her white jumper, is between dark baggy sweaters and a dark pair of shorts. She isn’t exactly shy about body-image, just timid all around.

She has that look of a scared animal, and although her glasses were long lost, she was given contact lenses by her new friends. Losing her contacts would mean, well, an unfortunate time for Claire.

Her skin is pale, almost sickly, although it hadn’t always been this way. With the amount of drugs pumped into her system, it’s given her a bit of strain. She’s not your typical fighter. When you see her, you’d quickly figure out that she’s not a threat.

Claire’s hands are usually covered by a long-sleeved glove. A strange mutation occurred with the drugs, causing an unusual uncontrolled affect in her hand.

Once you get to know her, and she gets to know you, Claire is really a sweet girl in a strange place.

Starting Abilities: Metal Binding, Time Stop

Trait: Compassionate

Stats:
• Strength - 20%
• Focus - 40%
• Endurance - 20%
• Agility - 20%

Role-play Sample:]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17761 Wed, 22 Aug 2012 05:48:33 +0000 Kappa]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17761
Moniker(s): River Hermit; Kaiju*

Age: 62

Race: Red Saiyan*

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Arlia-Sei

Profession: River Hermit

Fighting Style: Dynamic Strategema

Short Bio: A renowned guardian, who fought valiantly in the Changeling War on Earth -- Kappa Toppo Gouta is the last surviving Red Saiyan. Once a notorious Galactic Yojimbo, the warrior is remembered by some as the tranquil protector of ancient wonders, and feared by others as a destroyer of worlds, but like any rich history, his is often told with the sing-song fictions of a drunken bard. In truth, the old monk remembers his life all too well and he has carried it with him, across time and space...

Deep in the jungles of Arlia, the River Hermit meditates on but a fragment of his former power. Here, he lives alongside bold nature, where chaos defines order and in this he has oddly found peace. Though his old heart is a worn out drum, it still beats for the good fight. It plays at a steady rhythm; perhaps, the calm before the storm? As Kappa approaches the twilight of his era, it seems the Red Saiyan has one more song left in him. Let it be loud.

General Description: Despite age and Saiyan blood, Kappa's hair is a mess of fiery red, matched by his proud beard; a byproduct of Yetai magic and poor hygiene. He also boasts great shape for old bones, due to fifty plus years of martial prowess. The cloaked River Hermit is shorter than the genetic average and wears a crowned helm with a face plate across his nose, covering up a gruesome battle-scar left by a Changeling nemesis. Upon closer examination, one might see the similarities between Kappa's facial contours and those of a wild baboon. If the shoe fits.

Starting Abilities: Ki Sense, Martial Arts Specialization

Trait: Lone Wolf

Stats:
Strength - 24%
Focus - 23%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 23%

Role-play Sample: Doesn't matter, had sex.

*Red Saiyan: Alternatively referred to as "Blood" Saiyan, this rare creature is both hybrid and pure blooded (Half-Saiyan for the purpose of technicalities). Though born from two parents of raw, unabridged Saiya-Jin DNA, the Red Saiyan becomes tainted at birth, as a ceremony that is both taboo and ancient is performed: binding dark, primordial energies into the baby's heart. As he grows, the bond becomes stronger and the youngling develops a powerful bloodlust that amplifies the fearsome genetic persona of the Saiya-jin, tenfold. Without training, the Red will lose his life to the beast within and transform into the demonic Oozaru, seeking wanton destruction until the end of his days. The Saiyans discovered this ritual when they unearthed ancient ruins left behind by a race that predated the Truffles on Planet Plant. Today, the Red Saiyan is but a myth to living natives of Vegeta-sei, but those who know refer to them as "Kaiju" - a racial slur rejecting their Saiyan blood and heritage.]]>
Moniker(s): River Hermit; Kaiju*

Age: 62

Race: Red Saiyan*

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Arlia-Sei

Profession: River Hermit

Fighting Style: Dynamic Strategema

Short Bio: A renowned guardian, who fought valiantly in the Changeling War on Earth -- Kappa Toppo Gouta is the last surviving Red Saiyan. Once a notorious Galactic Yojimbo, the warrior is remembered by some as the tranquil protector of ancient wonders, and feared by others as a destroyer of worlds, but like any rich history, his is often told with the sing-song fictions of a drunken bard. In truth, the old monk remembers his life all too well and he has carried it with him, across time and space...

Deep in the jungles of Arlia, the River Hermit meditates on but a fragment of his former power. Here, he lives alongside bold nature, where chaos defines order and in this he has oddly found peace. Though his old heart is a worn out drum, it still beats for the good fight. It plays at a steady rhythm; perhaps, the calm before the storm? As Kappa approaches the twilight of his era, it seems the Red Saiyan has one more song left in him. Let it be loud.

General Description: Despite age and Saiyan blood, Kappa's hair is a mess of fiery red, matched by his proud beard; a byproduct of Yetai magic and poor hygiene. He also boasts great shape for old bones, due to fifty plus years of martial prowess. The cloaked River Hermit is shorter than the genetic average and wears a crowned helm with a face plate across his nose, covering up a gruesome battle-scar left by a Changeling nemesis. Upon closer examination, one might see the similarities between Kappa's facial contours and those of a wild baboon. If the shoe fits.

Starting Abilities: Ki Sense, Martial Arts Specialization

Trait: Lone Wolf

Stats:
Strength - 24%
Focus - 23%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 23%

Role-play Sample: Doesn't matter, had sex.

*Red Saiyan: Alternatively referred to as "Blood" Saiyan, this rare creature is both hybrid and pure blooded (Half-Saiyan for the purpose of technicalities). Though born from two parents of raw, unabridged Saiya-Jin DNA, the Red Saiyan becomes tainted at birth, as a ceremony that is both taboo and ancient is performed: binding dark, primordial energies into the baby's heart. As he grows, the bond becomes stronger and the youngling develops a powerful bloodlust that amplifies the fearsome genetic persona of the Saiya-jin, tenfold. Without training, the Red will lose his life to the beast within and transform into the demonic Oozaru, seeking wanton destruction until the end of his days. The Saiyans discovered this ritual when they unearthed ancient ruins left behind by a race that predated the Truffles on Planet Plant. Today, the Red Saiyan is but a myth to living natives of Vegeta-sei, but those who know refer to them as "Kaiju" - a racial slur rejecting their Saiyan blood and heritage.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17596 Thu, 08 Mar 2012 23:26:36 +0000 Carter]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17596 http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=25380

Spare some zeni, por favor? =D!

Edit: Thanks in advance to the grader!]]> http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=25380

Spare some zeni, por favor? =D!

Edit: Thanks in advance to the grader!]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17532 Tue, 21 Feb 2012 21:35:04 +0000 Shun]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17532 http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=29384

Operator: 911, what's the emergency?
Caller: *sobs*
Operator: Hello? What's the emergency?
Caller (whispering): They're dead...they're all dead.
Operator: I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. Do you need police assistance?
Caller: *screams*
Operator: Sir, if you tell me whats goings on I can help you.
Caller: There's bodies everywhere...
Operator: Where are you? A unit is on the way.
Caller: Its a-a bank...in, god why can't I remember?
Operator: Just calm down sir. Is there anything around that you can describe?
Caller: There's a picture of a dog I think it is. A dog with blue fur and glasses.
Operator: The authorities have been notified. Are you someplace safe? I need you to hide somewhere and stay on the phone with me.
Caller: Okay.
Operator: No matter who comes you stay hidden, okay? Tell me where you are and I'll relay it to the unit.
Caller: Can't you see me?
Operator: I don't understand what you mean sir.
Caller: Turn around.

.::END OF TRANSMISSION::.]]> http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=29384

Operator: 911, what's the emergency?
Caller: *sobs*
Operator: Hello? What's the emergency?
Caller (whispering): They're dead...they're all dead.
Operator: I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. Do you need police assistance?
Caller: *screams*
Operator: Sir, if you tell me whats goings on I can help you.
Caller: There's bodies everywhere...
Operator: Where are you? A unit is on the way.
Caller: Its a-a bank...in, god why can't I remember?
Operator: Just calm down sir. Is there anything around that you can describe?
Caller: There's a picture of a dog I think it is. A dog with blue fur and glasses.
Operator: The authorities have been notified. Are you someplace safe? I need you to hide somewhere and stay on the phone with me.
Caller: Okay.
Operator: No matter who comes you stay hidden, okay? Tell me where you are and I'll relay it to the unit.
Caller: Can't you see me?
Operator: I don't understand what you mean sir.
Caller: Turn around.

.::END OF TRANSMISSION::.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17506 Sat, 18 Feb 2012 17:37:15 +0000 Shun]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17506 http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17445 Thu, 26 Jan 2012 21:22:10 +0000 Mathew Adison]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17445
Anyway....I am needing a new face and I am sorry if I broke some sort of rule by making a new account. So if I could can I please get a character switch over to the below stated application character. I did changer the last name though.

If the user name changes I would just like the first name of the character to be it.
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Name:Mathew Adison

Age: 30

Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.

Fighting Style: Self Taught

Short Bio:

Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.

Mister Adison was brought out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period, not mention a test period for the gear that they kept equipping him with. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.

The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field had put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.

General Description:

Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His build is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal joints for kneecaps.

Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious

Stats:

• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.

That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.

That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.

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Anyway....I am needing a new face and I am sorry if I broke some sort of rule by making a new account. So if I could can I please get a character switch over to the below stated application character. I did changer the last name though.

If the user name changes I would just like the first name of the character to be it.
********************

Name:Mathew Adison

Age: 30

Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.

Fighting Style: Self Taught

Short Bio:

Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.

Mister Adison was brought out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period, not mention a test period for the gear that they kept equipping him with. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.

The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field had put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.

General Description:

Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His build is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal joints for kneecaps.

Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious

Stats:

• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.

That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.

That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.

*************************]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17443 Thu, 26 Jan 2012 01:45:22 +0000 MathewOddison]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17443 Name: Mathew Oddison

Age: 30

Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.

Fighting Style: Self Taught

Short Bio:

Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.

Mister Oddison was brought back out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period as well as a test period for the gear that kept equipping him with to keep him going. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.

The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field was put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.

General Description:

Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His buid is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal throughout his legs.


Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious

Stats:

• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.

That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.

That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.]]> Name: Mathew Oddison

Age: 30

Race: Generic (50% Human/50% Cybernetics)

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Transporter- deliverer of goods stolen or otherwise.

Fighting Style: Self Taught

Short Bio:

Mathew was formally a military personal that had the grand privilege of delivering vital information on the battle field to his commanding officers, as well as medical personal. He spent his days out on the fields of battle whether it was training or real live combat. It was on one of these routine missions that a live mine had gone off in front of him. The mine’s shrapnel ripped into his body, blinding him, and making his arms completely useless.

Mister Oddison was brought back out of combat where he was surgically operated on over the course of several years. This time was somewhat of a healing period as well as a test period for the gear that kept equipping him with to keep him going. It took a lot of time for him to get use to the entire process and then get use to the mechanical add-ons.

The fact he wouldn’t be allowed back onto the field was put a damper on his life greatly and he was forced to find labor even in the most underground forms. It was these combined factors that finally got Mathew to crack which is where his now dark and entertaining journey in life began.

General Description:

Mathew is a normal looking human being who stands at a 6’0” and weighs 300 lbs. His buid is a slender model like build of compact muscle. He has light brown spiky hair that only comes down to his neck and a brown soul path on his chin. The only none human factors to his appearance are his two cybernetic arms/hands, visor like eyes, metal chest/stomach plating over his muscles, and the metal throughout his legs.


Starting Abilities: Dark Ki and Ki Sense

Trait: Tenacious

Stats:

• Strength - 40%
• Focus - 10%
• Endurance - 10%
• Agility - 40%

Role-play Sample:

It was dark and cold in the storage unit of the eighteen-wheeler that had rumbled down the slick rain covered road. Water leaked in from holes in the roofing of the long rectangular unit where the cargo was being stowed. The condensed water dripped down in constant rhythmic patterns against a plastic covered floor. The sound was so overbearingly constant that it was almost like the water torture performed on old P.O.W.s in the wars of the past. A normal man would have found himself in a maddening state of hysteria, found himself screaming for it to stop, but not the figure that sat there, still and quiet, in the cargo hold.

That figure had lost all sense of such mundane human emotions long ago, and instead of maddening him, it seemed to comfort him and added a feeling of contentment to the air. Memories of sharp tools, of pools of dripping blood on tin tables danced through his mind. The water gave off that same emotionless sound, such a cold, lifeless sound, as when his life had been changed forever. The rumbling of the tires beneath him was much like the ones that had been rumbling over the ground on the battle field that day. Then the picture of brilliant flaming lights flashed into his mind, and a twisted smile crossed his face.

That exquisite pain had ripped through him in an instant, and had lasted so much longer, contorting his very nerves into almost useless material. Perhaps it was the inability of feeling that made him crack. He barely felt the cold in the wind-whipped trailer. It was maddening to be unable to feel what he touched, to not feel what touched him. He couldn’t even feel the water trickling down what was left of his old husk of skin anymore as he sat there in the dark watching the protected cargo sit there in eerie silence as their plastic covering danced about them.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17436 Mon, 23 Jan 2012 21:33:42 +0000 Shun]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17436
I was wondering if someone would able to change my profession from Protector to Essence (Malevolence) please? When you get a chance of course.Thank ye kindly.]]>
I was wondering if someone would able to change my profession from Protector to Essence (Malevolence) please? When you get a chance of course.Thank ye kindly.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17426 Wed, 18 Jan 2012 05:31:06 +0000 Iykos]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17426 Race: Hybrid Generic(Lycanthrope), Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Retriever
Fighting Style: Aggressive
Short Bio:

Iýkos was born two decades ago, born of a couple that was comprised of a human male and a Saiyan female. They cared for him greatly, getting him decent schooling and a more than normal training regimen. It was when the young boy was at the age of twelve when he was walking home from one of his training sessions when he was attacked by what he thought was an overgrown wolf. He was raked across the chest by the beast before he passed out from fear. The day after that he was back up and around, with little to no pain from the gouges in his chest, which were healing up at a rapid rate. After a week, he suffered no pain from his chest which had scarred up but otherwise healed completely, and his speed and strength had shown to increase massively from what he was.

General Description:

Iýkos stands roughly five foot-eight inches tall, his long blue hair hanging down to his rear. His eyes are silver with tinges of yellow. His body frame is slight and muscular with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Usually when not on a job his walks around with no shirt, showing his muscles that ripple slightly and the sliding scars from his collar bone to his abdomen. His pants are loose black slacks held up by a simple looking brown belt, which is actually a tail. When dressed for a job, he wears a body forming black shirt with a belt wrapped around his right shoulder to left hip, housing three knives; the pants that he wears in this are a tighter form of the black slacks he usually wears.

Starting Abilities: Dark Ki, Inner Strength
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:

Strength: 35%
Focus: 5%
Endurance: 35%
Agility: 40%

Also, could the name change be to just Iykos? I don't need problems when trying to log in.]]> Race: Hybrid Generic(Lycanthrope), Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Retriever
Fighting Style: Aggressive
Short Bio:

Iýkos was born two decades ago, born of a couple that was comprised of a human male and a Saiyan female. They cared for him greatly, getting him decent schooling and a more than normal training regimen. It was when the young boy was at the age of twelve when he was walking home from one of his training sessions when he was attacked by what he thought was an overgrown wolf. He was raked across the chest by the beast before he passed out from fear. The day after that he was back up and around, with little to no pain from the gouges in his chest, which were healing up at a rapid rate. After a week, he suffered no pain from his chest which had scarred up but otherwise healed completely, and his speed and strength had shown to increase massively from what he was.

General Description:

Iýkos stands roughly five foot-eight inches tall, his long blue hair hanging down to his rear. His eyes are silver with tinges of yellow. His body frame is slight and muscular with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Usually when not on a job his walks around with no shirt, showing his muscles that ripple slightly and the sliding scars from his collar bone to his abdomen. His pants are loose black slacks held up by a simple looking brown belt, which is actually a tail. When dressed for a job, he wears a body forming black shirt with a belt wrapped around his right shoulder to left hip, housing three knives; the pants that he wears in this are a tighter form of the black slacks he usually wears.

Starting Abilities: Dark Ki, Inner Strength
Trait: Tenacious
Stats:

Strength: 35%
Focus: 5%
Endurance: 35%
Agility: 40%

Also, could the name change be to just Iykos? I don't need problems when trying to log in.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17379 Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:02:12 +0000 Keiko Brykein]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17379 Job - Delivery Girl

[Thread Link], post 2 to post 6.

Can you grade this please? Thanks.]]> Job - Delivery Girl

[Thread Link], post 2 to post 6.

Can you grade this please? Thanks.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17251 Sun, 23 Oct 2011 19:08:47 +0000 Adam Void]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17251 Job - Warrior-fighting crime

http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=29188, post 9 to post 9.

Can you grade this please? Thanks.]]> Job - Warrior-fighting crime

http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=29188, post 9 to post 9.

Can you grade this please? Thanks.]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17212 Mon, 10 Oct 2011 16:26:11 +0000 Shane Warnock]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17212 http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17202 Wed, 05 Oct 2011 13:04:28 +0000 Prototype]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=17202 http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=28960

All done. Could I get someone (Vad) to grade for me please?]]> http://www.cdbzrpg.com/forum/showthread.php?t=28960

All done. Could I get someone (Vad) to grade for me please?]]>