06-29-2007, 01:38 PM
Character: Janemba
Fighting Style: Ruthless
Planet: Earth
E-mail: nightgod360@hotmail.com
Starting Moves: Iceon: An orb of blue flame forms in the palm of his hand.
Fireblast: A barrage of crystal ball sized fireballs
Aepac: Long steams of fire shoot from Janemba’s mouth
Roleplay Sample: Something I used with another character I have on a different forum.
Aoshi clutched the hilt of his sword tightly; his eyes scanned up and down his opponent Zan and his Yami-jin. He was studying his enemy intently, searching for any weakness, anything which may help him gain an advantage in the fight from the beginning.
Stepping to his right with cautiousness about him, Aoshi drew his sword from its sheath. As if a mirror image, Zan did the same, counter acting Aoshi’s approach with his own. Aoshi made another step as he started moving in a circle with Zan doing the same until both warriors pivoted off their back foot’s as they charged at each other, blades at the ready. A loud clang reverberated throughout the forest as the two blades collided. Sparks flew everywhere as the swords connected once again as Zan and Aoshi began a sword dance; each strike from one brought a counter strike and an attack of his own from the other.
Both broke apart momentarily, sizing up each other. Breaking the stalemate Zan disappeared within the blink of eye, the after image being left behind indicating his quickness. Mekugira was not fazed by this technique he had seen so many times before and remained calm, despite being a sitting duck standing there in the open. It was night and the darkness which engulfed his surroundings made it increasingly difficult to locate Zan although the almost sixth sense which Aoshi possessed made him aware that his opponent was still present nearby.
“Running away already,” Aoshi said as he began taunting his Saiyan adversary. “Why don’t you come out and play?” he questioned sarcastically.
“You’ll have to find me first before I find you and kill you,” was the reply from Zan, although it seemed to come from everywhere so that still made it difficult for Aoshi to pinpoint his opponent.
I’ll have to draw him out of hiding somehow. Easier said than done Mekugira, it’s pitch black out here. The samurai thought to himself as he tried to come up with a plan of attack. Aoshi extended his arm in front of him, his palm open. A white ball of energy formed, wedged in his palm as it grew to this size of a baseball, pulsating as it grew larger, wanting to escape from its creator. Aoshi now released the ball, sending it high into the air before closing his palm into a fist once it had reached the desired height. A bright flash burst over the battlefield, showering the forest and neighbouring river in an intense light as the ball exploded. This bright light now gave Aoshi a slim time window which he could use to locate Zan. Within a few split seconds he had identified his hiding spot and in another split second appeared before him, his arm pulled back into a fist ready to strike.
Zan parried away Aoshi’s attack almost effortlessly before surging his knee into his gut. Aoshi now lurched forward slightly, reeling from the force of the blow. More focused on the searing pain which had erupted in his belly Aoshi was unaware of the heavy fist from Zan which now ploughed into the side of his face, distorting it as it sent him flying into the forest. His flight was only interrupted by the tall redwood tree he slammed into.
Wasting no time Zan sped forward like a bullet, hurtling towards the dazed Aoshi at an alarming rate. Recovering from his slight dizziness after colliding with Zan’s fist and the tree, Aoshi quickly stretched out his arm sending a ball of fire at his oncoming adversary; about the size of a tennis ball its bright orange and red flames flickering at the sides. Zan stopped in mid-flight, placing his arms in an X formation in order to protect himself, assuming it was a simple ki blast. The fireball connected with Zan’s arms, surprising him as his clothes began to burst into flames. A smile now formed on Aoshi’s face as he knew Zan was not expecting balls of fire to come from his opponent.
“Hmm, it seems you have a few tricks up your sleeve Mekugira”
Fighting Style: Ruthless
Planet: Earth
E-mail: nightgod360@hotmail.com
Starting Moves: Iceon: An orb of blue flame forms in the palm of his hand.
Fireblast: A barrage of crystal ball sized fireballs
Aepac: Long steams of fire shoot from Janemba’s mouth
Roleplay Sample: Something I used with another character I have on a different forum.
Aoshi clutched the hilt of his sword tightly; his eyes scanned up and down his opponent Zan and his Yami-jin. He was studying his enemy intently, searching for any weakness, anything which may help him gain an advantage in the fight from the beginning.
Stepping to his right with cautiousness about him, Aoshi drew his sword from its sheath. As if a mirror image, Zan did the same, counter acting Aoshi’s approach with his own. Aoshi made another step as he started moving in a circle with Zan doing the same until both warriors pivoted off their back foot’s as they charged at each other, blades at the ready. A loud clang reverberated throughout the forest as the two blades collided. Sparks flew everywhere as the swords connected once again as Zan and Aoshi began a sword dance; each strike from one brought a counter strike and an attack of his own from the other.
Both broke apart momentarily, sizing up each other. Breaking the stalemate Zan disappeared within the blink of eye, the after image being left behind indicating his quickness. Mekugira was not fazed by this technique he had seen so many times before and remained calm, despite being a sitting duck standing there in the open. It was night and the darkness which engulfed his surroundings made it increasingly difficult to locate Zan although the almost sixth sense which Aoshi possessed made him aware that his opponent was still present nearby.
“Running away already,” Aoshi said as he began taunting his Saiyan adversary. “Why don’t you come out and play?” he questioned sarcastically.
“You’ll have to find me first before I find you and kill you,” was the reply from Zan, although it seemed to come from everywhere so that still made it difficult for Aoshi to pinpoint his opponent.
I’ll have to draw him out of hiding somehow. Easier said than done Mekugira, it’s pitch black out here. The samurai thought to himself as he tried to come up with a plan of attack. Aoshi extended his arm in front of him, his palm open. A white ball of energy formed, wedged in his palm as it grew to this size of a baseball, pulsating as it grew larger, wanting to escape from its creator. Aoshi now released the ball, sending it high into the air before closing his palm into a fist once it had reached the desired height. A bright flash burst over the battlefield, showering the forest and neighbouring river in an intense light as the ball exploded. This bright light now gave Aoshi a slim time window which he could use to locate Zan. Within a few split seconds he had identified his hiding spot and in another split second appeared before him, his arm pulled back into a fist ready to strike.
Zan parried away Aoshi’s attack almost effortlessly before surging his knee into his gut. Aoshi now lurched forward slightly, reeling from the force of the blow. More focused on the searing pain which had erupted in his belly Aoshi was unaware of the heavy fist from Zan which now ploughed into the side of his face, distorting it as it sent him flying into the forest. His flight was only interrupted by the tall redwood tree he slammed into.
Wasting no time Zan sped forward like a bullet, hurtling towards the dazed Aoshi at an alarming rate. Recovering from his slight dizziness after colliding with Zan’s fist and the tree, Aoshi quickly stretched out his arm sending a ball of fire at his oncoming adversary; about the size of a tennis ball its bright orange and red flames flickering at the sides. Zan stopped in mid-flight, placing his arms in an X formation in order to protect himself, assuming it was a simple ki blast. The fireball connected with Zan’s arms, surprising him as his clothes began to burst into flames. A smile now formed on Aoshi’s face as he knew Zan was not expecting balls of fire to come from his opponent.
“Hmm, it seems you have a few tricks up your sleeve Mekugira”