The legend...

[Tamsin]

Ok this is my very first non joining RP. Prepare for the horror that awaits you.

Episode 1:
THE REBORN CHAMPION

It was an ordinary afternoon on the small island where the Kame House stood. Nothing was bothering the peace on the island, not even the wind. And that was troubling master Roshi, who was sitting on the couch and drinking tea. He was deep in his thoughts. There was no one at Kame House beside him. Even Krillin left to help out the galaxy. The only being who was actually left on the island was Turtle and even he went swimming. The Sensei was angry at himself that he wasnt able to help his friends and students, beacuse he was too old. Roshi finished tea and stood up. He took a briefcase out of his closet, sat down and opened it. In it was a wig, clothes and glue, all of which he used to discuise himself into Jackie Chun. In this discuise, he won the 21. Budokai and competed in the 22. He was remembering the long fight he had with Goku and the fight against Tien. He was so sick of having to relive his old glory. Then it hit him. Why was he reliving his old glory? On the 21. and 22. Budokai he has proved that he wasnt yet just trash. Of course, new fighters have come. But why doesnt he join the new fighters? Why doesnt he help out his friends and Earth? He has potential. Then he had made the biggest decision in his life. He prepared a backpack and putted on his discuise. he left a note for his friends and Turtle that he has decided to help out Earth and that he doesnt know when they will again meet. He also asked Bulma to take care of Turtle. Roshi went outside. He putted on his backpack and gave a last look to Kame House. He might one day return. Then he unleashed his secret abillity that no one knew he had......he flew up. He went a short distance and threw in the water his clothes, stick, sunglasses.....Anything that reminded him of his old life. He was looking at thrown objects for a while, but then he took off towards the horizon. Master Roshi was no more. The champion has been reborn.

[Ruhiel]

AGH MY EYES! There's not a single paragraph division there at all! How could you do that to us? =P
Yet I still believe the incognito zarbon wins the award for most horrifying first rp.

[Hellfighter 17]

This is my first non-shop RP:



While flying off, Hell Fighter 17 looked at his ticket.

"2 days!!" yelled the android with fury.

It seemed that the next ship doesn't take off for 2 days, so he would have to occupy that time.

He found an abandoned warehouse.

"This looks like a good place to train" said Hell Fighter 17.

So he put on the weighted he clothing ge just got and started to train...

He found a couple of barrels and some rope and got an idea. He stacked three of the barrels and tied the rope from top to bottom. He decided to test how well he can use a weapon. He started swnging it around, at least he can tie a rope. So he started swinging the barrels at the warehouse. The warehouse came down easy and the 'barrel sword' was still together, nice! He then swung it in the air. Then freed one of his hands and put it in a fist gathering energy towrads it. He then put his hand back on the 'barrel sword'. The energy from his hand flowed to the 'barrel sword' and it started to glow. Then he swung down to the ground.

The impact of the force craeted a crater in the ground 3 times the size the warehouse was.

This tarining was gonna have to wait though, for tomorrow.

[Tamsin]

I told you you would suffer, 20. Muahahahaha!

HF17, I think you repeated "then" too much. Also it all seems to go too fast. But its still better then my first work

[Hellfighter 17]

Yea, I know, now, with my writing, it would become about two or three of my now-average size posts.

[Jonathan Meer]

Kuririn arrived at the town, having seen the vast smoke rising from within.

"What the heck happened here?!?" he screamed to no one in particular.

He sensed an energy presence roughly equalling his own moving about on the outskirts of town.

He approached the strange figure and cried, "Who are you?!?"

He clenched his fists, preparing for an assault.

I win. #18 actually had to reprimand me for it. Who else here can claim that?

[Zarbon]

Furiza was the first Zarbon, there was another Zarbon who was really good I hear, but left after his 6th post, and I'm the 3rd...

Ummm...Third times a charm?

Anyway 18, you started out really good...

[Alura]

Originally posted by Zarbon
Furiza was the first Zarbon, there was another Zarbon who was really good I hear

Awesome roleplayer. But OOC the guy was a prick ><

[Ashe]

Wait, were you the Zarbon that had started up that team called "Zarbon's Special Forces" years ago? Because that's who the first Zarbon was, and if that's the case...

[Ander]

Started out as Spice, I believe I was the first. I kind of hit a dead-end with him, so I switched to Bardock, of which I think I'm the fourth. I know two people came before me, and I heard tale of a legendary RPer who was Bardock. Here's my first post as Spice:

It was broad daylight over the deserted landscape, the very same one that had once been occupied by a nighttime ponderer. A flash of light streaked across the sky as a familiar figure traveled back towards the spot. Spice landed on the same plataeu he had departed from, this time carrying two boxes under his arm. He opened the first one, labeled 'Weighted Clothing, size 6.' Inside was a tiny capsule. Spice took it out and discarded the box, then clicked the capsule's button and threw it on the ground. A perfectly folded set of clothes popped out of the smoke. The fighter slipped them on, surprisingly a perfect fit. It was an outfit similar to his own. That Capsule Corp employee really knew his merchandise. He fingered the fabric of the clothing. They felt just like his old clothes, but were much heavier.

"Denser fabric," he identified. With that comment, he opened his scouter box next and activated the capsule inside. He slipped the device comfortably on his left eye and activated it. Numbers and figures immediately appeared on the red screen. "No significant powerlevels nearby. They're all in the city with those worthless humans and ridiculous training methods."

He spat and turned the scouter off. Spice took both capsules and stuffed them in the collar of his shirt, stowing them away in a secret pocket. "I suppose I should begin."

The fighter took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. He began to tap into his inner strength. The wind began to kick up around him as a brilliant aura of white lit up around his body, completely encompassing him. A low growl formed in his throat as his power began to rise. As Spice became stronger and higher, so did the decibles of his voice. The demonic warrior could feel pure energy coursing through his veins, the power of concussive and destructive matter was his to control again. Finally, the power up was complete; Spice was at his maximum.

It's been awhile. I've always felt this was adequate, but my powers feel so empty without the influence of the Makyo star, he thought bitterly as he glanced at his open fingertips. Well then, I suppose it does me no good to waste time.

Spice gathered energy in his right arm, feeling his muscles contort and expand to the influence of energy. He uttered a short yell as he fired a blast at a nearby rock formation. The blast obliterated it and disintegrated small particles of the debris. He narrowed his eyes, then the pale-skinned man began to test his strength and speed in a blazing kata. He closed his eyes and felt every movement, both tranquil and deadly. Spice let his power flow throughout him like water, focusing only on himself. When he was done, he came to an abrupt halt.

The weighted clothing has made me sluggish, as has my lack of training. Damn, he mentally commented. The only way to fix that is raw fighting, but I have no opponent. I suppose I'll just have to do it myself.

He slowly began to levitate and took to the air. Spice formed a small Death Ball attack with his index finger pointing in the air. With a mere flick, the crackling ball of black energy jumped off his fingernail and began hurtling forward. The image of Spice vanished, his speed increasing, then somewhat tapered off as his clothing enforced a new restriction. The spikey-haired attacker managed to get in front of his own attack with just seconds before it would collide with him. He only had time to raise his palm before impact. The energy ball hit and crushed in upon itself, creating a minor explosion. Wisps of smoke curled around his hand, small energy burns dotting his palm and fingers.

He turned his hand over and examined it, then suddenly chuckled, teeth showing. "I've a lot of work to do."

I don't think I've improved much.