Name: Arose
Age: 37
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Mercy
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Aggressive / Adaptive and Cunning
Short Bio:
“I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a Saiyan…”
Arose’s past is marked by a thousand shadows, preventing him from recalling who he is exactly. He awoke one day in the deserts of Mercy, barely alive, battered and broken, and unsure of where he was or what had happened. He seemed to remember and forget the events of his past all at once, remember a pitched battle with the monster, Harbingros, the Bio-Androids Vast and Krethean, and his dire attempts to defend his friends Van and Sarah from utter annihilation…all in fleeting clips of information before they jerked themselves out of his consciousness.
The deserts of Mercy were not kind to the Saiyan as he made his way from the spot where he returned to the land of the living to the domed city of Jolic. The militant guard of the city were even less kind. Arose was quite literally dragged to a hospital as a weak stranger and left for dead. It was here that certain details of his past life filtered in and out of his mind. He had lost his mother at an early age. He had been a mercenary for a Changeling overlord known as Cero and had rendered innumerable planets devoid of life for trade in galactic realty. He had made a stand against the Changeling at Earth and had even gone as far as to kill his own father in the process. He had two sons with the one called Sarah; the first was Exlose, the second was Citrus, who had a twin sister named Alina. His mentor had been a Namek named Kanis. The more these memories crossed into his mind, the more they seemed completely alien to him. Something was wrong with him…
But what was it?
Some of the memories that the Saiyan recalled seemed jumbled, as if two alternate lives had crossed into one another. He had died on a planet known as Zun when he had destroyed himself to obliterate the Star Child, a being known as Horathos. But how could that be? He was here now, alive and well, with no recollection of any resurrection…
All he had now was a thousand questions…and no answers.
General Description: Arose is a of average size for a Saiyan at 6 feet 3 inches in height and weighing in at around two hundred thirty five pounds. He is toned and muscled from countless hours of training and combat, an art that he is well versed in. His hair is short, roughly three inches high on top of his head; jet black and spiked as any other Saiyan. A scare runs the length of his sternum, from the base of his clavicle to just above his navel, the only sign of an injury he cannot remember.
Arose likes to adorn himself in a traditional Earthling gi. The main body of the outfit is dark blue in color, trimmed with red to include a red undershirt. A belt has replaced a red sash he wore around his waist once, as it sports a more traditional look. His wrists sport matching red sweatbands.
Starting Abilities:
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Role-play Sample: Today was a new day, in a very real sense. Arose had his health back for the first time in as long as he could remember, literally. He stood on top of the hospital that had take him in, looking down on the streets below him, watching as people busied themselves with their daily activities. Working. Driving. Leading lives. Things he was not accustomed to…but for reasons he could not identify.
His mind flashed back to another planet. Konats. There had been a priestess there, one who had taught him righteous ways…and that had loved him. Who was she? How had he met her? What was her significance, if any? His hand met his forehead and pushed upwards, his fingers dividing his hair into thick clumps as he thought. The memory faded as easily as it had come, and no longer he could remember her face or her words. It was an odd feeling, to remember a memory…but not its details.
”Who am I?” He asked himself absently. It was a good question, he thought, even while scolding himself for speaking. He hadn’t talked to anyone in days. The doctors had hooked him up inside of a Rejuvenation Tank and had quite literally left him there unattended since the guards had dragged him in. They had even neglected to negotiate payment. That would simply have to be their loss, he thought. Maybe they should have paid better attention.
Arose lifted his eyes skyward, towards the dome that covered the city. It was a strange thing; something he had never seen before. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard of Mercy, actually, but that wasn’t important, for it obviously existed. A dust storm raged outside, covering the precipice of the dome in a slowly accumulating pile of sand. Twin suns revolved above that, but the sand storm and its accumulations were bringing Arose into a bit of a premature twilight…
…somewhere that he thought he had been heading for days now…
Notes: Hello! Obviously I’m new here, so go easy on me. I did quite a bit of research on the site before I did this bio, so I hope that this is acceptable.
My only concern with this app is the Traits section. I assume I was supposed to pick only one, but the character really falls into both equally, so I wasn’t sure which to go with. If I have to amend the Traits, however, let me know and I’ll make a decision.
Also, are we supposed to start with any techniques? I thought I read two somewhere, but I have a feeling I’m just confusing Techniques with Abilities.
Age: 37
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Mercy
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Aggressive / Adaptive and Cunning
Short Bio:
“I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a Saiyan…”
Arose’s past is marked by a thousand shadows, preventing him from recalling who he is exactly. He awoke one day in the deserts of Mercy, barely alive, battered and broken, and unsure of where he was or what had happened. He seemed to remember and forget the events of his past all at once, remember a pitched battle with the monster, Harbingros, the Bio-Androids Vast and Krethean, and his dire attempts to defend his friends Van and Sarah from utter annihilation…all in fleeting clips of information before they jerked themselves out of his consciousness.
“Every man is as heaven made him, and sometimes a great deal worse.”
The deserts of Mercy were not kind to the Saiyan as he made his way from the spot where he returned to the land of the living to the domed city of Jolic. The militant guard of the city were even less kind. Arose was quite literally dragged to a hospital as a weak stranger and left for dead. It was here that certain details of his past life filtered in and out of his mind. He had lost his mother at an early age. He had been a mercenary for a Changeling overlord known as Cero and had rendered innumerable planets devoid of life for trade in galactic realty. He had made a stand against the Changeling at Earth and had even gone as far as to kill his own father in the process. He had two sons with the one called Sarah; the first was Exlose, the second was Citrus, who had a twin sister named Alina. His mentor had been a Namek named Kanis. The more these memories crossed into his mind, the more they seemed completely alien to him. Something was wrong with him…
But what was it?
”Liberty, as well as honor, man ought to preserve at the hazard of his life, for without it life is insupportable.
Some of the memories that the Saiyan recalled seemed jumbled, as if two alternate lives had crossed into one another. He had died on a planet known as Zun when he had destroyed himself to obliterate the Star Child, a being known as Horathos. But how could that be? He was here now, alive and well, with no recollection of any resurrection…
All he had now was a thousand questions…and no answers.
General Description: Arose is a of average size for a Saiyan at 6 feet 3 inches in height and weighing in at around two hundred thirty five pounds. He is toned and muscled from countless hours of training and combat, an art that he is well versed in. His hair is short, roughly three inches high on top of his head; jet black and spiked as any other Saiyan. A scare runs the length of his sternum, from the base of his clavicle to just above his navel, the only sign of an injury he cannot remember.
Arose likes to adorn himself in a traditional Earthling gi. The main body of the outfit is dark blue in color, trimmed with red to include a red undershirt. A belt has replaced a red sash he wore around his waist once, as it sports a more traditional look. His wrists sport matching red sweatbands.
Starting Abilities:
- Inner Strength
- Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
- Strength - 20%
- Focus - 10%
- Endurance - 30%
- Agility - 55%
Role-play Sample: Today was a new day, in a very real sense. Arose had his health back for the first time in as long as he could remember, literally. He stood on top of the hospital that had take him in, looking down on the streets below him, watching as people busied themselves with their daily activities. Working. Driving. Leading lives. Things he was not accustomed to…but for reasons he could not identify.
His mind flashed back to another planet. Konats. There had been a priestess there, one who had taught him righteous ways…and that had loved him. Who was she? How had he met her? What was her significance, if any? His hand met his forehead and pushed upwards, his fingers dividing his hair into thick clumps as he thought. The memory faded as easily as it had come, and no longer he could remember her face or her words. It was an odd feeling, to remember a memory…but not its details.
”Who am I?” He asked himself absently. It was a good question, he thought, even while scolding himself for speaking. He hadn’t talked to anyone in days. The doctors had hooked him up inside of a Rejuvenation Tank and had quite literally left him there unattended since the guards had dragged him in. They had even neglected to negotiate payment. That would simply have to be their loss, he thought. Maybe they should have paid better attention.
Arose lifted his eyes skyward, towards the dome that covered the city. It was a strange thing; something he had never seen before. He wasn’t even sure if he had heard of Mercy, actually, but that wasn’t important, for it obviously existed. A dust storm raged outside, covering the precipice of the dome in a slowly accumulating pile of sand. Twin suns revolved above that, but the sand storm and its accumulations were bringing Arose into a bit of a premature twilight…
…somewhere that he thought he had been heading for days now…
Notes: Hello! Obviously I’m new here, so go easy on me. I did quite a bit of research on the site before I did this bio, so I hope that this is acceptable.
My only concern with this app is the Traits section. I assume I was supposed to pick only one, but the character really falls into both equally, so I wasn’t sure which to go with. If I have to amend the Traits, however, let me know and I’ll make a decision.
Also, are we supposed to start with any techniques? I thought I read two somewhere, but I have a feeling I’m just confusing Techniques with Abilities.
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