Character: Pikkon
Fighting Style: Tactical
Planet: Earth
E Mail: Faux_hope@live.com
Starting Moves: Chou no Ryoku, Makankosappo and Renzoku Energy Dan
Writing Sample:
Hatred; it was something the green skinned fighter knew of all to well. It's emotional trigger fueled his determination to grind his opponent into dust all the more. An intense feeling of being lost within' his own desires of winning at all costs.
The two smoldering victims before him were, or use to be, living proof of that fact. Oddly enough they were humans. No more powerful than the next species of their kind. Although Pikkon could have dispatched the two with ease, he had insisted upon using his full strength to bring them down. It wasn't their power level in which he was concerned, but the deed in which they had so wrongfully committed; needlessly killing a young couple for a few lousy zeni.
"May the devil have no-mercy upon your twisted souls." The words rolled of Pikkon's tongue with the same hate that drove him into applying his own punishment.
It was the loud siren that alerted him first off to the approach of local authorities. 'Judicial punishment...' The thought of it sickened the green being altogether. Too often were guilty men set free and the righteous punished for needed vigilance. Deeds such as the one he committed now would be considered murder.
With that he tore off into the night silently, watching with a sadistic grin as the police came upon the 'crime scene'. For a moment, just briefly, he mused at the idea of dealing with the authorities on earth. That thought was quickly brushed from his conscience with the hum of a helicopter. Without an inch to spare Pikkon rolled to one side, the white cloak twirling as he did so and continued on with his path, narrowly missing the odd flying machine.
Now he was consumed by the cloak of night left to dwell upon his own thoughts and previous actions. There was something about flying in the cool air of night which left his mind unclouded and able to think freely. He refused to second guess what he could not undo but his mind dwindled over his previous actions. How he could have dealt with the situation better and suppressed his anger. Regardless Pikkon knew what was done could not be taken back and, in the end, was for the greater good.
Nothing but silence could be heard as Pikkon landed in the dense woods. Solitude; it was something he enjoyed more than anything, even fighting. A time to contemplate on things known and unknown. But this time that wasn't his reason for coming to the secluded place.
A yellow orb pulsed in his hand, gathering energy with every passing second. It hummed with an eerie hiss, piercing the once quiet area. With a cry of anger he hurled the orb of ki through trees where it collided with a large rock formation. An explosion rocked through the woods, the surrounding woods instantly decimated from the force of it all. Once the smoke cleared no evidence of the rock remained and the sadistic grin returned.
Fighting Style: Tactical
Planet: Earth
E Mail: Faux_hope@live.com
Starting Moves: Chou no Ryoku, Makankosappo and Renzoku Energy Dan
Writing Sample:
Hatred; it was something the green skinned fighter knew of all to well. It's emotional trigger fueled his determination to grind his opponent into dust all the more. An intense feeling of being lost within' his own desires of winning at all costs.
The two smoldering victims before him were, or use to be, living proof of that fact. Oddly enough they were humans. No more powerful than the next species of their kind. Although Pikkon could have dispatched the two with ease, he had insisted upon using his full strength to bring them down. It wasn't their power level in which he was concerned, but the deed in which they had so wrongfully committed; needlessly killing a young couple for a few lousy zeni.
"May the devil have no-mercy upon your twisted souls." The words rolled of Pikkon's tongue with the same hate that drove him into applying his own punishment.
It was the loud siren that alerted him first off to the approach of local authorities. 'Judicial punishment...' The thought of it sickened the green being altogether. Too often were guilty men set free and the righteous punished for needed vigilance. Deeds such as the one he committed now would be considered murder.
With that he tore off into the night silently, watching with a sadistic grin as the police came upon the 'crime scene'. For a moment, just briefly, he mused at the idea of dealing with the authorities on earth. That thought was quickly brushed from his conscience with the hum of a helicopter. Without an inch to spare Pikkon rolled to one side, the white cloak twirling as he did so and continued on with his path, narrowly missing the odd flying machine.
Now he was consumed by the cloak of night left to dwell upon his own thoughts and previous actions. There was something about flying in the cool air of night which left his mind unclouded and able to think freely. He refused to second guess what he could not undo but his mind dwindled over his previous actions. How he could have dealt with the situation better and suppressed his anger. Regardless Pikkon knew what was done could not be taken back and, in the end, was for the greater good.
Nothing but silence could be heard as Pikkon landed in the dense woods. Solitude; it was something he enjoyed more than anything, even fighting. A time to contemplate on things known and unknown. But this time that wasn't his reason for coming to the secluded place.
A yellow orb pulsed in his hand, gathering energy with every passing second. It hummed with an eerie hiss, piercing the once quiet area. With a cry of anger he hurled the orb of ki through trees where it collided with a large rock formation. An explosion rocked through the woods, the surrounding woods instantly decimated from the force of it all. Once the smoke cleared no evidence of the rock remained and the sadistic grin returned.
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