06-05-2010, 06:46 PM
Name: Aero
Race: Human
Sex: M
Starting Planet: Namek
Profession: Mercenary (bodyguard)
Fighting Style: Aggro/Pass CQC
Short Bio:
Aero began his life in a secluded village deep within a Japanese forest. The second of three children (And the only son) birthed by his mother and father, whos names are both unknown.
At an early age, before he was even capable of retaining memory, the village his family inhabited was ravaged by foreigners. They destroyed the village. Aero was fortunately saved by an African-American man known as Ray. The Afro-American, feeling sympathy for the young Aero, decided to raise the boy as his own since the devastation of the village.
Aero, under the care and tutalige of Ray, learned martial arts. Ray was a highly noted blackbelt in a multitude of styles, teaching Aero the ways of fighting at an early age. By the time the boy was reaching adolescence, he had already learned a repitoire of abilities and techniques from various styles. However, none of the styles Ray had taught him was enough to prepare him for when his master and father-figure was indanger.
As he neared his adulthood, the second tragedy of his life struck. Ray, the man he knew as his master, father, and closest friend, was beheaded infront of him. Not much is known about the reason of his master’s death, or even the society that had plotted it. But Aero knew that his master was a known man, for both his intelligence and his fists.
Since the death of his master, Aero has questioned his own loyalty to Ray. And to reassure his love and loyalty, he vowed to find his master’s killers, and to kill them.
General Description:
Age: 27
Height: 6ft
Weight: 160lbs 2 st
H. Color: Ice Blue
E. Color: Blue
Sig. Feature: Blue “outliner(?)” around eyes
Attitude: Calculative cockiness , brash, impatient, over-emotional
Starting Abilities: Martial Art Specialization, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
* Strength - 20%
* Focus - 15%
* Endurance - 25%
* Agility - 40%
Role-play Sample:
Conjointed fists, laced by the fingers, smashed over the Namekian’s skull. Green blood spewed from the split in his head. His eyes widened, and looked like they may even shoot from their sockets, as his blood washed over Aero’s black cloak. But the human was already focused on his next attack.
There were two more Namekian’s posing a threat to him, and the individual he was being paid to protect. One was large, towering over the relatively tall Aero; the other, much shorter and stubbier, having the shape of a ball. He looked them both over, scheming. The larger Namekian stood stiff like a statue while his counterpart looked rattled, his body quivering as he looked at his head-split counterpart.
Blood flowed from the injured Namekian’s crown as he lay on the ground, with his eye pupils phasing out.
“So…” Aero’s voice slipped through the cloak, “Anyone else want their head to burst like a shaken soda?”
The smaller Namekian’s eyes glossed up and he turned to look at his taller friend. The taller one looked back down. “Don’t worry Roga, I will fight him, you simply concentrate your chi on supporting me.”
The round Namekian shivered out a nod. “Be careful Tairu.”
The tall Namekian ripped the white cape from his back and casted it aside—it landed with a loud thud. “I will be your next target. Try to make a spectacle out of my head.”
“Cool,” Aero replied. “I won’t even take the robe off.” He pulled the hood back from his head; his spiky hair propped up.
“Now Roga,” Tairu muttered as he positioned himself into a fighting stance (His hands looking dead from the wrist down, and close together; it reminded Aero of a praying mantis).
“Aye!” the little Namekian’s replied, clapping his hands together. “Roaring Blast Elemental Essence Wind!”
Race: Human
Sex: M
Starting Planet: Namek
Profession: Mercenary (bodyguard)
Fighting Style: Aggro/Pass CQC
Short Bio:
Aero began his life in a secluded village deep within a Japanese forest. The second of three children (And the only son) birthed by his mother and father, whos names are both unknown.
At an early age, before he was even capable of retaining memory, the village his family inhabited was ravaged by foreigners. They destroyed the village. Aero was fortunately saved by an African-American man known as Ray. The Afro-American, feeling sympathy for the young Aero, decided to raise the boy as his own since the devastation of the village.
Aero, under the care and tutalige of Ray, learned martial arts. Ray was a highly noted blackbelt in a multitude of styles, teaching Aero the ways of fighting at an early age. By the time the boy was reaching adolescence, he had already learned a repitoire of abilities and techniques from various styles. However, none of the styles Ray had taught him was enough to prepare him for when his master and father-figure was indanger.
As he neared his adulthood, the second tragedy of his life struck. Ray, the man he knew as his master, father, and closest friend, was beheaded infront of him. Not much is known about the reason of his master’s death, or even the society that had plotted it. But Aero knew that his master was a known man, for both his intelligence and his fists.
Since the death of his master, Aero has questioned his own loyalty to Ray. And to reassure his love and loyalty, he vowed to find his master’s killers, and to kill them.
General Description:
Age: 27
Height: 6ft
Weight: 160lbs 2 st
H. Color: Ice Blue
E. Color: Blue
Sig. Feature: Blue “outliner(?)” around eyes
Attitude: Calculative cockiness , brash, impatient, over-emotional
Starting Abilities: Martial Art Specialization, Combat Teleportation
Trait: Defiant
* Strength - 20%
* Focus - 15%
* Endurance - 25%
* Agility - 40%
Role-play Sample:
Conjointed fists, laced by the fingers, smashed over the Namekian’s skull. Green blood spewed from the split in his head. His eyes widened, and looked like they may even shoot from their sockets, as his blood washed over Aero’s black cloak. But the human was already focused on his next attack.
There were two more Namekian’s posing a threat to him, and the individual he was being paid to protect. One was large, towering over the relatively tall Aero; the other, much shorter and stubbier, having the shape of a ball. He looked them both over, scheming. The larger Namekian stood stiff like a statue while his counterpart looked rattled, his body quivering as he looked at his head-split counterpart.
Blood flowed from the injured Namekian’s crown as he lay on the ground, with his eye pupils phasing out.
“So…” Aero’s voice slipped through the cloak, “Anyone else want their head to burst like a shaken soda?”
The smaller Namekian’s eyes glossed up and he turned to look at his taller friend. The taller one looked back down. “Don’t worry Roga, I will fight him, you simply concentrate your chi on supporting me.”
The round Namekian shivered out a nod. “Be careful Tairu.”
The tall Namekian ripped the white cape from his back and casted it aside—it landed with a loud thud. “I will be your next target. Try to make a spectacle out of my head.”
“Cool,” Aero replied. “I won’t even take the robe off.” He pulled the hood back from his head; his spiky hair propped up.
“Now Roga,” Tairu muttered as he positioned himself into a fighting stance (His hands looking dead from the wrist down, and close together; it reminded Aero of a praying mantis).
“Aye!” the little Namekian’s replied, clapping his hands together. “Roaring Blast Elemental Essence Wind!”
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08
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