The only reason I am doing this is my women pleaded with me to do some rp stuff and this is the character result. It was a helped design by her and some others. More stuff to come later on for this character. Please dont hate me to much.
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Name: Clayz Rampart
Age: 18
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Professional Fighter
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio:
Clayz was raised in a strictly military family who sent all their children. It was this training that hardened his body and his spirit. He has a history of battles and struggles in and out of the base. He was a troubling youth who never followed rules but he was very crafty with his work.
He grew renowned for being able to finish any job alone. This was a feat he was able to do for several years. Still there is always someone far stronger out there and he finally met his match at a much older soldier’s hands. The soldier nearly killed him but before he could he was shot down by an unknown individual.
Clayz spent months recovering and making special training so that he would not be defeated again. Even thou his body had not been up to full speed at first it slowly recovered into something stronger then it ever had been. Something someone like him had never imagined it could become.
He was not allowed to continue his missions as a soldier so he put himself into the ring. This was something that would allow him to put his natural talents to use and grow. Even if it was a slim chances that he would have foundd a worthy opponent he thought the wait would be worth it.
General Description:
Clayz has a long dark blue hair, deep blue eyes, and a built body. He wears a white jacket, blue gloves, onyx colored undershirt, black pants, and jet black boots. He stands about 6’2” and weighs approximately 164 pounds. This human is a rather thoughtful yet dark looking individual.
Starting Abilities: Ki Sense and Martial Arts
Trait: Tenacious, Efficient, and Lone Wolf
Stats:
• Strength - 25%
• Focus – 25%
• Endurance - 25%
• Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
Wind billowed around the youth filled human as he stood there in the street. His long dark blue hair whipped around him like a menacing dance. It had been a long time since he had a decent match. He stood there in the street with all the normal people passing by him. Their eyes were clouded and could not see the world as it really was. A world of weaklings who missed out on the battles that made their world thrive for so long.
It saddened him that these fools knew not what happened around them. If they were capable of understanding however was the question. He doubted that they would ever be able to stand on their own. Even thou he was once like them he could not believe how they could have been so blind for so long. It was against him to think that he was ever that weak.
Clayz looked around him sensing the energy in all those around him. It was aggravating not to find one soul that could fight for them selves. It was a pity but he had not found a challenge in all this searching either. Still for some strange reasons there were holes in his search as if something had been blocking his sensing ability.
“What a sad world this world is…” the human said letting out a sigh as a new breeze swept by him. It was then that he felt something strange a few of the signatures around him were raising as if they had been hiding their true potential. The energy levels were sky rocketing all around him like three points of a triangle. They weren’t all that big at first but then they shot to a level that combined might even rival his and he was no longer any average human.
“What the hell is this?!” the youth exclaimed with fear in his voice. Why would anyone be masking their power in such a place? It couldn’t have been that they were hunting him. There was no reason for such a thing but then again those with power rarely needed a reason for what they did. At least they didn’t need a very good one.
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Name: Clayz Rampart
Age: 18
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Professional Fighter
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio:
Clayz was raised in a strictly military family who sent all their children. It was this training that hardened his body and his spirit. He has a history of battles and struggles in and out of the base. He was a troubling youth who never followed rules but he was very crafty with his work.
He grew renowned for being able to finish any job alone. This was a feat he was able to do for several years. Still there is always someone far stronger out there and he finally met his match at a much older soldier’s hands. The soldier nearly killed him but before he could he was shot down by an unknown individual.
Clayz spent months recovering and making special training so that he would not be defeated again. Even thou his body had not been up to full speed at first it slowly recovered into something stronger then it ever had been. Something someone like him had never imagined it could become.
He was not allowed to continue his missions as a soldier so he put himself into the ring. This was something that would allow him to put his natural talents to use and grow. Even if it was a slim chances that he would have foundd a worthy opponent he thought the wait would be worth it.
General Description:
Clayz has a long dark blue hair, deep blue eyes, and a built body. He wears a white jacket, blue gloves, onyx colored undershirt, black pants, and jet black boots. He stands about 6’2” and weighs approximately 164 pounds. This human is a rather thoughtful yet dark looking individual.
Starting Abilities: Ki Sense and Martial Arts
Trait: Tenacious, Efficient, and Lone Wolf
Stats:
• Strength - 25%
• Focus – 25%
• Endurance - 25%
• Agility - 25%
Role-play Sample:
Wind billowed around the youth filled human as he stood there in the street. His long dark blue hair whipped around him like a menacing dance. It had been a long time since he had a decent match. He stood there in the street with all the normal people passing by him. Their eyes were clouded and could not see the world as it really was. A world of weaklings who missed out on the battles that made their world thrive for so long.
It saddened him that these fools knew not what happened around them. If they were capable of understanding however was the question. He doubted that they would ever be able to stand on their own. Even thou he was once like them he could not believe how they could have been so blind for so long. It was against him to think that he was ever that weak.
Clayz looked around him sensing the energy in all those around him. It was aggravating not to find one soul that could fight for them selves. It was a pity but he had not found a challenge in all this searching either. Still for some strange reasons there were holes in his search as if something had been blocking his sensing ability.
“What a sad world this world is…” the human said letting out a sigh as a new breeze swept by him. It was then that he felt something strange a few of the signatures around him were raising as if they had been hiding their true potential. The energy levels were sky rocketing all around him like three points of a triangle. They weren’t all that big at first but then they shot to a level that combined might even rival his and he was no longer any average human.
“What the hell is this?!” the youth exclaimed with fear in his voice. Why would anyone be masking their power in such a place? It couldn’t have been that they were hunting him. There was no reason for such a thing but then again those with power rarely needed a reason for what they did. At least they didn’t need a very good one.
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