02-21-2011, 03:59 PM
I had help, this should be better!
Name: Ja'ar
Age: 14
Race: Generic
Sex: Male
Starting Planet:
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Dirty
Short Bio: A nondescript warrior who aligns wholly to neither the forces of good or evil, but who stands fast to a code of honor he keeps to himself. Once a thing of legend, he now refuses to take the spotlight, preferring instead to be nothing more than a mere stepping stone to others and their achieving of greatness.
General Description:
Starting Abilities: Magnetism Manipulation, Cyberpathy
Trait: Pack Mentality
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strength as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
* Strength - 10%
* Focus - 60%
* Endurance - 10%
* Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
Oh, but it had been mere words back and forth after he'd been released from the chains that bound him by his throat to a collar attached to a dungeon floor. He had long stopped caring whether or not it was seen as disrespectful. Those few times he had to relieve and bathe himself, he was more than thankful for. It wasn't that his Master was a cruel one, as far as Ja'ar could tell, but the sooner he stopped being such a smart aleck and began actually taking the time to know his captive, the better it would be for all.
Before his Master left that evening, he forced Ja'ar to perform a little demonstration where the Master's foot was placed firmly in Ja'ar's mouth while a metal apparatus kept the young slave from closing his teeth down around it: symbolic of the fact that he was the property of someone else, had been so since he was 3, but that this was the most he could expect. He was not to bite the hand that fed him, but the youth was being reminded that he was less than a mere pet. He was like a cracked paperweight that had long lost it's shine. If he didn't perform his 'jobs' dutifully, he would be cast into oblivion and replaced without a second thought.
If not for the unfortunate circumstances, Jaar might have done something to fight back, to let them know that he was worth more as a person. As it stood, he was a prisoner of a war his planet had long lost. Earth had, as they always do, come in the name of peace. However, they left the planet in ruin and with a young slave in tow.
He was not one to dwell on his past, and for good reason. Sadly, it had it's way of rising to the surface at the most inopportune times. His thoughts made him wonder if there was more beyond his little dungeon. He didn't even know where the servants and his Master came from, the stairs were too high to see. All he could ever make out was some odd sound (music?) coming from some place out of sight, announcing the arrival of the Master or one of his employees.
And when he dreamed, sleeping atop his bed of hard metal, straw and burlap, he dreamed of another world outside his own. A place where there were people who would want him in their employ, not chained down on a hard floor, groveling at the feet of someone else.
The dreams were only dreams, but they gave him the hope he needed to survive.
Name: Ja'ar
Age: 14
Race: Generic
Sex: Male
Starting Planet:
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Dirty
Short Bio: A nondescript warrior who aligns wholly to neither the forces of good or evil, but who stands fast to a code of honor he keeps to himself. Once a thing of legend, he now refuses to take the spotlight, preferring instead to be nothing more than a mere stepping stone to others and their achieving of greatness.
General Description:
Starting Abilities: Magnetism Manipulation, Cyberpathy
Trait: Pack Mentality
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strength as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
* Strength - 10%
* Focus - 60%
* Endurance - 10%
* Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample:
Oh, but it had been mere words back and forth after he'd been released from the chains that bound him by his throat to a collar attached to a dungeon floor. He had long stopped caring whether or not it was seen as disrespectful. Those few times he had to relieve and bathe himself, he was more than thankful for. It wasn't that his Master was a cruel one, as far as Ja'ar could tell, but the sooner he stopped being such a smart aleck and began actually taking the time to know his captive, the better it would be for all.
Before his Master left that evening, he forced Ja'ar to perform a little demonstration where the Master's foot was placed firmly in Ja'ar's mouth while a metal apparatus kept the young slave from closing his teeth down around it: symbolic of the fact that he was the property of someone else, had been so since he was 3, but that this was the most he could expect. He was not to bite the hand that fed him, but the youth was being reminded that he was less than a mere pet. He was like a cracked paperweight that had long lost it's shine. If he didn't perform his 'jobs' dutifully, he would be cast into oblivion and replaced without a second thought.
If not for the unfortunate circumstances, Jaar might have done something to fight back, to let them know that he was worth more as a person. As it stood, he was a prisoner of a war his planet had long lost. Earth had, as they always do, come in the name of peace. However, they left the planet in ruin and with a young slave in tow.
He was not one to dwell on his past, and for good reason. Sadly, it had it's way of rising to the surface at the most inopportune times. His thoughts made him wonder if there was more beyond his little dungeon. He didn't even know where the servants and his Master came from, the stairs were too high to see. All he could ever make out was some odd sound (music?) coming from some place out of sight, announcing the arrival of the Master or one of his employees.
And when he dreamed, sleeping atop his bed of hard metal, straw and burlap, he dreamed of another world outside his own. A place where there were people who would want him in their employ, not chained down on a hard floor, groveling at the feet of someone else.
The dreams were only dreams, but they gave him the hope he needed to survive.