04-27-2009, 02:56 AM
Name:Ken "Manic" Forrestman
Race: Human
Sex: Male
age: 17
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession
tudent
Fighting Style: over zealous, aggresive
Short Bio: Ever since he was a boy manic, as he has been dubbed by his friends has had a unique ability to tap into a special sort of power. While he could use it to simply enhance his physical prowess on the high school sports scene he it never seemed to help him anywhere else. A shy and timid boy, Ken gets by rather simply at school. Sure he's the star "jock" at his school, but he's never fit in due to his "gifts". He's sometimes seen as a freak around the other kids. Whether it be simple high school politics, or a sense of not belonging, he always felt like an outsider, like he would be better fit somewhere else...
General Description: Average build of 5'10" tall 145 lbs. Ken doesn't stand out above the normal high school student. His hair always looks like he just woke up, be it morning, noon or night. His right eye is frost blue while his left is a fiery red. His usual attire consists of street cloths, never having to fight has never brought on the requirement of fighting attire. He can usually be seen wearing a wristband around his left wrist.
Starting Abilities:Ki Specialization, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Role-play Sample:
They lined up again, Manic to the far right. The wind rustled the tattered jersey that thinly covered his shoulder pads. In front of him was a beast. 6 foot 4, two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. To say this man was built like a brick shit house would be an understatement. This was the starting varsity defensive back. He tilted his head up, the sun that hung over head was shadowed by the He-man’s cranium. With a slight gulp Manic managed a smirk. He turned from the line, holding his hand out to friends, he just needed a minute. The beast couldn’t help it, with a cackle he starting beating his chest, his posse now whooping and hollering like this was the octagon. Well, maybe it was. Manic’s head darted with a glare towards his foe; this was it, that, was all he needed. His fingers balled to make a fist, knuckles first cracking then turning white. He cracked his neck twice once to each side before shaking off his arms.
"Hurry up!" Manic shouted, the people that had crowded around could tell he was getting impatient. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
Hike!
Both men darted from the line, Manic down the side line, the beast staying right with him. The seventeen year old cocked his head backwards, surveyed the field, everyone was picked up.
Shit
He pushed harder; he felt his legs pick up speed. His defender stay with him though, they were at the twenty, the fifteen, it was now or never. His quarterback heaved the ball, putting everything he had into the throw. It was going to be close, to the five, leaping; Manic’s out stretched fingers just wrapped themselves around the end of the ball as it nearly sailed through the uprights themselves.
"Nice catch queer." The defensive back called as Manic hit hard against the ground. Slow to get up he eventually did and tossed the ball to the coach that was standing beaming in the end zone.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
age: 17
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession
tudentFighting Style: over zealous, aggresive
Short Bio: Ever since he was a boy manic, as he has been dubbed by his friends has had a unique ability to tap into a special sort of power. While he could use it to simply enhance his physical prowess on the high school sports scene he it never seemed to help him anywhere else. A shy and timid boy, Ken gets by rather simply at school. Sure he's the star "jock" at his school, but he's never fit in due to his "gifts". He's sometimes seen as a freak around the other kids. Whether it be simple high school politics, or a sense of not belonging, he always felt like an outsider, like he would be better fit somewhere else...
General Description: Average build of 5'10" tall 145 lbs. Ken doesn't stand out above the normal high school student. His hair always looks like he just woke up, be it morning, noon or night. His right eye is frost blue while his left is a fiery red. His usual attire consists of street cloths, never having to fight has never brought on the requirement of fighting attire. He can usually be seen wearing a wristband around his left wrist.
Starting Abilities:Ki Specialization, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Role-play Sample:
They lined up again, Manic to the far right. The wind rustled the tattered jersey that thinly covered his shoulder pads. In front of him was a beast. 6 foot 4, two hundred twenty pounds of pure muscle. To say this man was built like a brick shit house would be an understatement. This was the starting varsity defensive back. He tilted his head up, the sun that hung over head was shadowed by the He-man’s cranium. With a slight gulp Manic managed a smirk. He turned from the line, holding his hand out to friends, he just needed a minute. The beast couldn’t help it, with a cackle he starting beating his chest, his posse now whooping and hollering like this was the octagon. Well, maybe it was. Manic’s head darted with a glare towards his foe; this was it, that, was all he needed. His fingers balled to make a fist, knuckles first cracking then turning white. He cracked his neck twice once to each side before shaking off his arms.
"Hurry up!" Manic shouted, the people that had crowded around could tell he was getting impatient. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
Hike!
Both men darted from the line, Manic down the side line, the beast staying right with him. The seventeen year old cocked his head backwards, surveyed the field, everyone was picked up.
Shit
He pushed harder; he felt his legs pick up speed. His defender stay with him though, they were at the twenty, the fifteen, it was now or never. His quarterback heaved the ball, putting everything he had into the throw. It was going to be close, to the five, leaping; Manic’s out stretched fingers just wrapped themselves around the end of the ball as it nearly sailed through the uprights themselves.
"Nice catch queer." The defensive back called as Manic hit hard against the ground. Slow to get up he eventually did and tossed the ball to the coach that was standing beaming in the end zone.
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