01-10-2007, 07:51 AM
Basically I suck. I am fickle and stupid, and I am sorry that you have to set through another one of these.
Character Name: Migoren
Personality: Clever, cunning, instinctive
Planet: Earth
Msn: l0rd_dingaling@hotmail.com
Aim: l0rd_dingaling
Attacks:
Wolf Fang Fist: Indulging in his instincts Migoren focuses his ki into his claw like fists for an all out assault of close ranged strikes. The opponent?s body can be ripped, torn, or heavily damaged due to the ki centered in his claws.
Howling Combustion: summoning his urges Migoren unleashes as howl backed by his ki that shrieks across the area, causing inorganic matter to crumble from the high voltage blasts. Some matter is able to withstand the attack, but it makes for an earthquake style attack.
Crescent Wave: Migoren focuses his ki into his hands, much like the kamehama, and begins to summon up a devastating blast. Due to his claws the ki unleashed forms a crescent instead of a beam. The blast, pending on the charge, can create a devastating blow.
R/p Sample: (An exert from my noob days)
?Darkness had attempted to fall onto the planet, it was night already. The moon was the only light around. However, that was all that was needed. The planet had been without pollution for years. The light shone through the sky like someone had only dimmed the sun.
?A great six hours, if I can say so! Lots of gore! I love it!? Was the first thing that shot through the thought process of Olibu. The words angered him, how could anyone be so carefree about the killings that were going on?
The next thing that pounded into the ears of Olibu nearly set him off. He heard the list of fallen combatants. And yet again, Bulma?s death haunted him, he took full responsibility for what happened.
He stood there as calmly as he could muster, his eyes dead set on the hat in his palm. His mind was racing again, he could not settle his mind. He placed the hat onto his head, as if to be holding onto the memory. He would not forget this loss, he was hell bent with a vendetta. He was out for retribution, people that felt killing was joyful would fall before him.
His face no longer showed innocence, it looked grim. It was hard and cold, as though what once was there had died. Olibu gazed up at the speaker where the flamboyant announcer?s words came from. He stretched out his palm and began to gather ki His palm glowing with bright energy just before he unleashed the blast. The speaker being devastated from the blast.
Olibu walked through the wake of the explosion, embers falling, singing him though he seemed not to notice as he set out seek vengeance.
The long blonde haired fighter had been walking for a while now, he seemed determined. He had his scouter on, his finger continually hitting the button on the side. His eyes shifted around the area. He kept accessing the area, only there was a difference from when he had checked areas before. This time he wasn?t checking to avoid an encounter, he was actually looking for the fight.
Olibu, I know you feel like you let everyone down, but relax. They haven?t made a move, just continue the tournament and check on her later. There?s no need for yo?
The well built fighter had clenched his eyes shut, his mind had focused real hard. He had managed to shut out his blue blubbery friend. He was in no mood for reassurance, he wanted to pound away his problems.
The fighter stayed on his path, still messing with the damned scouter. He had wondered if it had broken in his last fight. His last fight, where? No. He wouldn?t think of it. He just walked forward, his charger ready and his hat on, backwards. His bag swayed side to side on his belt as he walked, he had acquired a few items in a hasty manner. He wasn?t a fool, he would use any means necessary.
Then it happened.
The scouter went nuts and his ears did not fail him, he heard movement. He turned around towards the movement ready for the attack, but he was too late. It all happened so fast. He had seen a green blur rush him. Olibu went to block, but everything went dark. Olibu was blind, he couldn?t see a damn thing. Then he felt it, a severe pain to the back of his head. He found himself on the ground, coughing up blood.
?You failed again? he heard an evil snarl. ?Say hi to that witch for me? was the last words he heard before it came.
A nasty ki blast came straight for him, to end his life?
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?AHHHHHHHHH? Olibu rose a sweaty mess, breathing hard, and a sharp pain in his head. ?It was only a dream, damn this place. It won?t allow me a bit of shut eye?
The fair haired warrior stood, he decided he might as well stay awake.?
Character Name: Migoren
Personality: Clever, cunning, instinctive
Planet: Earth
Msn: l0rd_dingaling@hotmail.com
Aim: l0rd_dingaling
Attacks:
Wolf Fang Fist: Indulging in his instincts Migoren focuses his ki into his claw like fists for an all out assault of close ranged strikes. The opponent?s body can be ripped, torn, or heavily damaged due to the ki centered in his claws.
Howling Combustion: summoning his urges Migoren unleashes as howl backed by his ki that shrieks across the area, causing inorganic matter to crumble from the high voltage blasts. Some matter is able to withstand the attack, but it makes for an earthquake style attack.
Crescent Wave: Migoren focuses his ki into his hands, much like the kamehama, and begins to summon up a devastating blast. Due to his claws the ki unleashed forms a crescent instead of a beam. The blast, pending on the charge, can create a devastating blow.
R/p Sample: (An exert from my noob days)
?Darkness had attempted to fall onto the planet, it was night already. The moon was the only light around. However, that was all that was needed. The planet had been without pollution for years. The light shone through the sky like someone had only dimmed the sun.
?A great six hours, if I can say so! Lots of gore! I love it!? Was the first thing that shot through the thought process of Olibu. The words angered him, how could anyone be so carefree about the killings that were going on?
The next thing that pounded into the ears of Olibu nearly set him off. He heard the list of fallen combatants. And yet again, Bulma?s death haunted him, he took full responsibility for what happened.
He stood there as calmly as he could muster, his eyes dead set on the hat in his palm. His mind was racing again, he could not settle his mind. He placed the hat onto his head, as if to be holding onto the memory. He would not forget this loss, he was hell bent with a vendetta. He was out for retribution, people that felt killing was joyful would fall before him.
His face no longer showed innocence, it looked grim. It was hard and cold, as though what once was there had died. Olibu gazed up at the speaker where the flamboyant announcer?s words came from. He stretched out his palm and began to gather ki His palm glowing with bright energy just before he unleashed the blast. The speaker being devastated from the blast.
Olibu walked through the wake of the explosion, embers falling, singing him though he seemed not to notice as he set out seek vengeance.
The long blonde haired fighter had been walking for a while now, he seemed determined. He had his scouter on, his finger continually hitting the button on the side. His eyes shifted around the area. He kept accessing the area, only there was a difference from when he had checked areas before. This time he wasn?t checking to avoid an encounter, he was actually looking for the fight.
Olibu, I know you feel like you let everyone down, but relax. They haven?t made a move, just continue the tournament and check on her later. There?s no need for yo?
The well built fighter had clenched his eyes shut, his mind had focused real hard. He had managed to shut out his blue blubbery friend. He was in no mood for reassurance, he wanted to pound away his problems.
The fighter stayed on his path, still messing with the damned scouter. He had wondered if it had broken in his last fight. His last fight, where? No. He wouldn?t think of it. He just walked forward, his charger ready and his hat on, backwards. His bag swayed side to side on his belt as he walked, he had acquired a few items in a hasty manner. He wasn?t a fool, he would use any means necessary.
Then it happened.
The scouter went nuts and his ears did not fail him, he heard movement. He turned around towards the movement ready for the attack, but he was too late. It all happened so fast. He had seen a green blur rush him. Olibu went to block, but everything went dark. Olibu was blind, he couldn?t see a damn thing. Then he felt it, a severe pain to the back of his head. He found himself on the ground, coughing up blood.
?You failed again? he heard an evil snarl. ?Say hi to that witch for me? was the last words he heard before it came.
A nasty ki blast came straight for him, to end his life?
???????????????????????????????????..
?AHHHHHHHHH? Olibu rose a sweaty mess, breathing hard, and a sharp pain in his head. ?It was only a dream, damn this place. It won?t allow me a bit of shut eye?
The fair haired warrior stood, he decided he might as well stay awake.?
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