07-13-2007, 05:29 PM
Character: Slug (Dropping Lord)
Fighting Style: Heavy and aggressive.
Planet: Earth
E-mail: brysonp123@hotmail.com
Starting Moves:
Nucle'ah: Slug channels an enormous flow of ki to one palm, regularly his right, and after concentrating enough power sends it plummeting into the ground. This causes a massively destructive force to explode outward, with the ability to knock over trees, small buildings and throw some amount of resistance toward the enemy. Used mainly to thwart being cornered or to incite fear in his aggressor(s).
G'ernade: The Namekian powerhouse takes his combat tactics to heat -- as he models an attack after the human technology he's been studying. By molding an oval ball of ki, he can concentrate all of his excess energy and place it within an out layer of stable energy. Upon throwing it, the unstable power within is able to chip away at the outer shell and cause an explosion from the disruption in energy flow -- acting much like a grenade. Slug can use this technique in various ways based on how he concentrates his ki; it can be a flash or explosive grenade or even somewhat of a land mine.
Contact: Slug sharpens his senses in combat and throws himself at his opponent, unleashing a wild surge of energy through his shoulder or fist (he's never been known to open this attack with anything else), the ki forming what seems to be a weapon (a knuckle brace on his hand, for example). This causes a suprising explosion on contact, but in the direction of Slug's enemy -- so as to not harm himself.
Roleplay Sample:
"What do ya' got?" The slimy green behemoth grumbled, "I ain't got time for games, son."
"So you're the general, I see. You've fallen a long wa--"
"Shut it, boy." Slug drew his head from the darkness and into the beaming sunlight, "You came here to settle a score; get to it."
A dirty haired boy, only in his teens, stood before the green monster amidst the blistering heat. Though the water splashing down from the rocky hills overhead gave some sense of relief, there was no escaping the humidity of the place. Sweat had never been closer to glue in any other place than this oasis.
The water splashed upward. A lone footprint had been left in the murky pools for but an instant before a tide of liquid washed over it and settled. A wicked grin curled Slug's complexion now, and in a way he was happy to know that this boy could very well kill him. Though he wouldn't admit it, the Namekian was perhaps more disgusted with himself than the boy was. He'd done many things in his life -- many honorable and distinguished things. But it didn't matter how much good he did; his duties were always the things that were brought up when people whispered or told tales. He couldn't escape it, so he learned to hate himself by falling prey to his peers' own dirty rumors.
Slug lifted his left arm and through it across his chest, catching an ankle right as the tips of the boy's toes pressed into the giant's scarred cheek. The great green man chuckled deeply, giving the warrior a brief scowl before throwing his right elbow down upon his knee. The teen slammed the side of his palm into Slug's wrist, releasing the grip on his ankle just as the elbow passed through its mark -- what would have been a bone splintering attack.
"Fast, kid ... fast." Slug giggled, rubbing a slight bruise that had begun to form on his countenance, "But I got what you call endurance. Good luck crackin' this nut with those weak hits o' yours. Don't get hit either ... I can tell one smack'll knock you down somethin' good."
"We'll put that to the test, freak!"
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Fighting Style: Heavy and aggressive.
Planet: Earth
E-mail: brysonp123@hotmail.com
Starting Moves:
Nucle'ah: Slug channels an enormous flow of ki to one palm, regularly his right, and after concentrating enough power sends it plummeting into the ground. This causes a massively destructive force to explode outward, with the ability to knock over trees, small buildings and throw some amount of resistance toward the enemy. Used mainly to thwart being cornered or to incite fear in his aggressor(s).
G'ernade: The Namekian powerhouse takes his combat tactics to heat -- as he models an attack after the human technology he's been studying. By molding an oval ball of ki, he can concentrate all of his excess energy and place it within an out layer of stable energy. Upon throwing it, the unstable power within is able to chip away at the outer shell and cause an explosion from the disruption in energy flow -- acting much like a grenade. Slug can use this technique in various ways based on how he concentrates his ki; it can be a flash or explosive grenade or even somewhat of a land mine.
Contact: Slug sharpens his senses in combat and throws himself at his opponent, unleashing a wild surge of energy through his shoulder or fist (he's never been known to open this attack with anything else), the ki forming what seems to be a weapon (a knuckle brace on his hand, for example). This causes a suprising explosion on contact, but in the direction of Slug's enemy -- so as to not harm himself.
Roleplay Sample:
"What do ya' got?" The slimy green behemoth grumbled, "I ain't got time for games, son."
"So you're the general, I see. You've fallen a long wa--"
"Shut it, boy." Slug drew his head from the darkness and into the beaming sunlight, "You came here to settle a score; get to it."
A dirty haired boy, only in his teens, stood before the green monster amidst the blistering heat. Though the water splashing down from the rocky hills overhead gave some sense of relief, there was no escaping the humidity of the place. Sweat had never been closer to glue in any other place than this oasis.
The water splashed upward. A lone footprint had been left in the murky pools for but an instant before a tide of liquid washed over it and settled. A wicked grin curled Slug's complexion now, and in a way he was happy to know that this boy could very well kill him. Though he wouldn't admit it, the Namekian was perhaps more disgusted with himself than the boy was. He'd done many things in his life -- many honorable and distinguished things. But it didn't matter how much good he did; his duties were always the things that were brought up when people whispered or told tales. He couldn't escape it, so he learned to hate himself by falling prey to his peers' own dirty rumors.
Slug lifted his left arm and through it across his chest, catching an ankle right as the tips of the boy's toes pressed into the giant's scarred cheek. The great green man chuckled deeply, giving the warrior a brief scowl before throwing his right elbow down upon his knee. The teen slammed the side of his palm into Slug's wrist, releasing the grip on his ankle just as the elbow passed through its mark -- what would have been a bone splintering attack.
"Fast, kid ... fast." Slug giggled, rubbing a slight bruise that had begun to form on his countenance, "But I got what you call endurance. Good luck crackin' this nut with those weak hits o' yours. Don't get hit either ... I can tell one smack'll knock you down somethin' good."
"We'll put that to the test, freak!"
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