06-05-2011, 07:47 PM
Name: Trazom Sue-Dama
Age: Eighteen
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Strategical
Short Bio: Trazom was born to a family of Scientists and musicians, growing up alongside the latest technologies and formulas. Anything from classical to modern rock rang through the Sue-Dama household, surging discoveries and inventions in the lab, and the lab presenting strange and unnatural melodies that, while thoroughly unnerving, strangely relaxing to the family.
Among the technology and music, he had access to books of all sorts, instruments and experiments opened to the young boy constantly. This alone pushed his mind beyond his piers', to a point where his father realized it was pointless to send him to the usual school anymore. Instead, the family set up a 'school' of its own within the composing and inventing, in which Trazom proved himself useful in both the lab and on the Piano.
Eventually, the Sue-Dama's realized they were neglecting the young boy's physical being, and saw this as an opportunity to test a new device. And so, at the next meal ((via. neglect, they assumed it was Lunch)), Leo and Maria placed a microscopic chip in Trazom's sandwich.
Within days, his underdeveloped eleven year old body grew fit of its own accord, premature muscles showing themselves, his fat shrinking away by the day. By adolescence, the boy was on par with many of those entering Martial Arts Tournaments; and not only that, but his mental capacity had gradually increased, storing near-photographic copies of the fighters he'd seen on television. With this naturally unnatural art, and the Nanobot's aide to this very day, Trazom has developed both Specialization in Martial Arts and a potential not even he knows of.
However, a side affect of the small robot unknown to his parents--- at the time, anyway, and now as dread of theirs--- was insanity.
((The above 'paragraph/sentence' will be built on in the sample.))
General Description: Trazom has a golden mane of hair flowing down his neck, naturally bed-headed and highly resistant to a comb. His eyes are a slightly darker color of gold, flecks of orange and yellow diluting them into a disturbingly hypnotic shade. His body is usually hidden under a thin cloak or jacket, hiding the powerful muscles from the outside world.
Starting Abilities: Martial Arts Specialization, Inner-Strength
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 - 40%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
Pent ran his hand over the controls on the 'Pinto.' His fingers slid over a greenish button, and a wave of static ran through the Android's body. He felt the ship lurch, a silvery lights flashing on the screens and windows across the Ship. The light dimmed, only to reveal a vast blackness, multicolored specks scatter across it. Steel objects rotated with the planet, and a single, damaged moon followed. A closer inspection showed lifeforms on the moon, designing what appeared to be weapons and childish foods.
The Pinto orbited the green and blue planet in unison with the moon, picking up readings of high power levels. Near the top atmosphere floated a strange palace, holding the strangest readings of all. In the middle of an ocean was an Island that held another strange reading. Goods and evils of all kinds fumbled along the planet, weak and strong prancing along. After an interminable second, the silver returned, and Penton was orbiting not the planet he recognized as 'Earth,' but Avalon. For just a moment, the Pinto hung alongside the mechanically enhanced moon of Avalon, and then sped back toward the ground.
---
The next day, during the end-of-year festival, Penton pointed his blade at what had been dubbed an 'Orc,' and essentially was, besides being the newest type of War-bot for the Avalanian armies. The Dojo had invested in three of each of the new 'Bots' to both test the new additions to the army, help with the training of Recruits, and for a little fun at the Festival. Hence, what Pent was doing.
The Android launched himself into the air, flipping twice, twisting, then landing just behind the Orc, drawing back, stepping forward, then plunging his blade into the armor of the beast. He ignited a veil of Ki over the blade, spinning and opening a long gash around the first layer of armor. As he came out of the spin, he planted his right foot forward, kept the weight off the left, and leaped forward in a ducked position, just missing the massive club that was swung back by the Orc in an attempt to swat away its attacker.
Pent rolled, coming up in a crouch. In a split second he leaped into the air, turning until his head was pointed at the ground, his eyes catching the massive yellow sphere that made impact with the ground where he had previously been. Not waiting, he thrust either arm forward, unleashing his own silvery beam at the Orc. The monstrous War-Bot parried, then used the momentum to leap up into the air. Before Pent could respond, he was swatted to the ground by the massive club, skidding along a quickly forming trench due to impact strength.
The Orc dropped to the ground, sprinting along the trench after his Android cousin. It unleashed small yellow orbs of Ki, decimating the ground ahead of it in an attempt to murder Penton. The Nothing Warrior, however, managed to stop his skidding with his blade, turning the momentum against itself and sprinting toward the Orc, whom was still running full speed towards himself.
The two met in the middle of the blast-generated smoke, unleashing a massive wave of energy that sent the smoke higher into the air and decimated the ground below. Cracks formed in the small radius of the two's total mass, causing the ground to open and drop in two or three feet. Pent's blade and the Orc's club struggled for just a few moments, before the blade got the upper hand and slashed directly through the Club. The Android smirked, reared back, and rammed his fist into the cheek of his Bot cousin. The head of the War-Bot was torn almost all the way off, hanging by just a wire. Before it could recover, Pent placed a hand on its chest, shut his eyes, and began draining the remaining Ki reserves.
As he finished, he made note of the design flaws he'd spotted, and calculated where the memory chip would be. The Dojo would try to repair this Bot, and that would be his chance to take the Chip and learn as much about Avalon's...Other warriors...As possible. And, in the mean time, it was time for the Festival's feast.
((My work from another site. http://forum.alexsdbzrpg.com/index.php?showtopic=36973 . If you want something off the bat, let me know.))
Age: Eighteen
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Strategical
Short Bio: Trazom was born to a family of Scientists and musicians, growing up alongside the latest technologies and formulas. Anything from classical to modern rock rang through the Sue-Dama household, surging discoveries and inventions in the lab, and the lab presenting strange and unnatural melodies that, while thoroughly unnerving, strangely relaxing to the family.
Among the technology and music, he had access to books of all sorts, instruments and experiments opened to the young boy constantly. This alone pushed his mind beyond his piers', to a point where his father realized it was pointless to send him to the usual school anymore. Instead, the family set up a 'school' of its own within the composing and inventing, in which Trazom proved himself useful in both the lab and on the Piano.
Eventually, the Sue-Dama's realized they were neglecting the young boy's physical being, and saw this as an opportunity to test a new device. And so, at the next meal ((via. neglect, they assumed it was Lunch)), Leo and Maria placed a microscopic chip in Trazom's sandwich.
Within days, his underdeveloped eleven year old body grew fit of its own accord, premature muscles showing themselves, his fat shrinking away by the day. By adolescence, the boy was on par with many of those entering Martial Arts Tournaments; and not only that, but his mental capacity had gradually increased, storing near-photographic copies of the fighters he'd seen on television. With this naturally unnatural art, and the Nanobot's aide to this very day, Trazom has developed both Specialization in Martial Arts and a potential not even he knows of.
However, a side affect of the small robot unknown to his parents--- at the time, anyway, and now as dread of theirs--- was insanity.
((The above 'paragraph/sentence' will be built on in the sample.))
General Description: Trazom has a golden mane of hair flowing down his neck, naturally bed-headed and highly resistant to a comb. His eyes are a slightly darker color of gold, flecks of orange and yellow diluting them into a disturbingly hypnotic shade. His body is usually hidden under a thin cloak or jacket, hiding the powerful muscles from the outside world.
Starting Abilities: Martial Arts Specialization, Inner-Strength
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 - 40%
Focus - 20%
Endurance - 30%
Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
Pent ran his hand over the controls on the 'Pinto.' His fingers slid over a greenish button, and a wave of static ran through the Android's body. He felt the ship lurch, a silvery lights flashing on the screens and windows across the Ship. The light dimmed, only to reveal a vast blackness, multicolored specks scatter across it. Steel objects rotated with the planet, and a single, damaged moon followed. A closer inspection showed lifeforms on the moon, designing what appeared to be weapons and childish foods.
The Pinto orbited the green and blue planet in unison with the moon, picking up readings of high power levels. Near the top atmosphere floated a strange palace, holding the strangest readings of all. In the middle of an ocean was an Island that held another strange reading. Goods and evils of all kinds fumbled along the planet, weak and strong prancing along. After an interminable second, the silver returned, and Penton was orbiting not the planet he recognized as 'Earth,' but Avalon. For just a moment, the Pinto hung alongside the mechanically enhanced moon of Avalon, and then sped back toward the ground.
---
The next day, during the end-of-year festival, Penton pointed his blade at what had been dubbed an 'Orc,' and essentially was, besides being the newest type of War-bot for the Avalanian armies. The Dojo had invested in three of each of the new 'Bots' to both test the new additions to the army, help with the training of Recruits, and for a little fun at the Festival. Hence, what Pent was doing.
The Android launched himself into the air, flipping twice, twisting, then landing just behind the Orc, drawing back, stepping forward, then plunging his blade into the armor of the beast. He ignited a veil of Ki over the blade, spinning and opening a long gash around the first layer of armor. As he came out of the spin, he planted his right foot forward, kept the weight off the left, and leaped forward in a ducked position, just missing the massive club that was swung back by the Orc in an attempt to swat away its attacker.
Pent rolled, coming up in a crouch. In a split second he leaped into the air, turning until his head was pointed at the ground, his eyes catching the massive yellow sphere that made impact with the ground where he had previously been. Not waiting, he thrust either arm forward, unleashing his own silvery beam at the Orc. The monstrous War-Bot parried, then used the momentum to leap up into the air. Before Pent could respond, he was swatted to the ground by the massive club, skidding along a quickly forming trench due to impact strength.
The Orc dropped to the ground, sprinting along the trench after his Android cousin. It unleashed small yellow orbs of Ki, decimating the ground ahead of it in an attempt to murder Penton. The Nothing Warrior, however, managed to stop his skidding with his blade, turning the momentum against itself and sprinting toward the Orc, whom was still running full speed towards himself.
The two met in the middle of the blast-generated smoke, unleashing a massive wave of energy that sent the smoke higher into the air and decimated the ground below. Cracks formed in the small radius of the two's total mass, causing the ground to open and drop in two or three feet. Pent's blade and the Orc's club struggled for just a few moments, before the blade got the upper hand and slashed directly through the Club. The Android smirked, reared back, and rammed his fist into the cheek of his Bot cousin. The head of the War-Bot was torn almost all the way off, hanging by just a wire. Before it could recover, Pent placed a hand on its chest, shut his eyes, and began draining the remaining Ki reserves.
As he finished, he made note of the design flaws he'd spotted, and calculated where the memory chip would be. The Dojo would try to repair this Bot, and that would be his chance to take the Chip and learn as much about Avalon's...Other warriors...As possible. And, in the mean time, it was time for the Festival's feast.
((My work from another site. http://forum.alexsdbzrpg.com/index.php?showtopic=36973 . If you want something off the bat, let me know.))
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