11-26-2007, 08:54 AM
Character: Noku
Fighting Style: Resourceful and merciful
Planet: Earth
E-mail: mcpizzled@hotmail.com
Starting Moves:
Sap: A moderately impressive blow to the head which causes the subject to into a dazed state incapacitating them for a matter of seconds.
Nightfall: A blanket of ki befalls Noku’s opponent’s rending their optical receptors along with their 6th senses such as ki sense useless causing the foe to become blind. This tactic only lasts for as long as Noku can sustain it. Harsh blows or a tired Noku dissolves the ki.
Ki transfiguration: Noku has developed the skill of weapon crafting with his ki allowing him to create any weapon of ki at his disposal, however he is most fond of dual wielding daggers and will most often revert to that. The weapons are of moderate power, somewhere between a ki blast and a kamehameha.
Roleplay Sample: (This is a previous role-play of mine from a custom site, if you need one for the character I will be playing let me know and I will do so.)
“Oh deer”
“I hate dragons”
As both Cal and Orin said their peace, none of it was going to change their situation. Somehow or another, the very ground beneath them had warped, changed completely. Orin could still feel the tingling feeling from battle upon his knuckles; however, he couldn’t spot the demon’s face that had cause the stinging. Instead, a giant of an opponent stood only feet away.
With almost no time to react, Orin was forced upon a bit of acrobatics, necessary to escape his charbroiled fate. Barely avoiding a gruesome death, the blue haired earthling caught himself with two legs and one arm planted. He placed his two fingers to his cheek, feeling the dribble of blood and looked upward towards his scaly adversary. It was a dragon, that much was certain, but it wasn’t of the kind you read of in fairy tales. This sort of beast seemed to only lay dormant in nightmares and of course, this foul base for the horde. The beast fit the bill of dragon with scorn black scales, a wingspan as far as the eye could see and a tail that matched medieval weaponry.
The thought of retreat had entered Orin’s mind, after all, he was as sane as he was brave, but to no avail, his surroundings wouldn’t have it. He seemed to be trapped in some sort of dungeon; it was obvious that his captors thought tasty of him, for they had treated their pet with human flesh. There were two exits, each with bared dungeon style doors, and each lead up to higher ground. He was certain that his steal would not allow for him a ‘do it yourself’ exit, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. Trouble was, the dragon was directly in the center of the dungeon, blocking any hope for a clean retreat.
“Cal, I don’t think you’d provide much aid in this battle. Not to mention how useless you’d be if you were burnt to a crisp. So I’m going to leave you here while I handle this, but don’t just sit on your electronic ass, figure out where the hell we are.”
“I’ll begin a gps search immediately sir, do try to return alive.”
“No problem. How do you like your dragon?” Orin roared as he rushed forward and drew his blade. Leaping to great lengths to gain the high ground on the dragon, Orin clenched tightly onto the hilt of his blade and exhorted all his force at the dragon.
Fighting Style: Resourceful and merciful
Planet: Earth
E-mail: mcpizzled@hotmail.com
Starting Moves:
Sap: A moderately impressive blow to the head which causes the subject to into a dazed state incapacitating them for a matter of seconds.
Nightfall: A blanket of ki befalls Noku’s opponent’s rending their optical receptors along with their 6th senses such as ki sense useless causing the foe to become blind. This tactic only lasts for as long as Noku can sustain it. Harsh blows or a tired Noku dissolves the ki.
Ki transfiguration: Noku has developed the skill of weapon crafting with his ki allowing him to create any weapon of ki at his disposal, however he is most fond of dual wielding daggers and will most often revert to that. The weapons are of moderate power, somewhere between a ki blast and a kamehameha.
Roleplay Sample: (This is a previous role-play of mine from a custom site, if you need one for the character I will be playing let me know and I will do so.)
“Oh deer”
“I hate dragons”
As both Cal and Orin said their peace, none of it was going to change their situation. Somehow or another, the very ground beneath them had warped, changed completely. Orin could still feel the tingling feeling from battle upon his knuckles; however, he couldn’t spot the demon’s face that had cause the stinging. Instead, a giant of an opponent stood only feet away.
With almost no time to react, Orin was forced upon a bit of acrobatics, necessary to escape his charbroiled fate. Barely avoiding a gruesome death, the blue haired earthling caught himself with two legs and one arm planted. He placed his two fingers to his cheek, feeling the dribble of blood and looked upward towards his scaly adversary. It was a dragon, that much was certain, but it wasn’t of the kind you read of in fairy tales. This sort of beast seemed to only lay dormant in nightmares and of course, this foul base for the horde. The beast fit the bill of dragon with scorn black scales, a wingspan as far as the eye could see and a tail that matched medieval weaponry.
The thought of retreat had entered Orin’s mind, after all, he was as sane as he was brave, but to no avail, his surroundings wouldn’t have it. He seemed to be trapped in some sort of dungeon; it was obvious that his captors thought tasty of him, for they had treated their pet with human flesh. There were two exits, each with bared dungeon style doors, and each lead up to higher ground. He was certain that his steal would not allow for him a ‘do it yourself’ exit, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. Trouble was, the dragon was directly in the center of the dungeon, blocking any hope for a clean retreat.
“Cal, I don’t think you’d provide much aid in this battle. Not to mention how useless you’d be if you were burnt to a crisp. So I’m going to leave you here while I handle this, but don’t just sit on your electronic ass, figure out where the hell we are.”
“I’ll begin a gps search immediately sir, do try to return alive.”
“No problem. How do you like your dragon?” Orin roared as he rushed forward and drew his blade. Leaping to great lengths to gain the high ground on the dragon, Orin clenched tightly onto the hilt of his blade and exhorted all his force at the dragon.
