01-09-2009, 03:24 AM
Name: Doro
Age: 38
Race: Namekian
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Namek-sei
Profession: Ex- Sensu Farmer
Fighting Style: Aggressive
Short Bio: Doro was an old family farmer, where he worked on his father's large sensu bean farm. He was far better at the physical work of his brothers and excelled in nearly every aspect of the work. He was far larger then his brethren of similiar age, and he developed at an alarming rate.
He worked nearly every hour of the day, and once the elders began to notice his abilities immediately took him aside and began to train him as one of the rare Namekian warriors. After years of training, he finally emerged as the top of his tiny 3 man class.
Then years after that, he retired from fighting settling down to watch his old home grow, as the sensu bean farm grew larger. Though every once in a while, he feels the thirst for battle. Finally, he could take it no longer and will be rejoining the fighting few to help return the universe to it's once clean state.
Personality: Doro is a self-reliable Namekian who has a lone wolf like state of mind. Never seeking help, he usually works alone and accomplishes much more on his own.
He usually lives in solitude and will shy away from group confrontations. He would rather suffer death then accept help from a stranger. Although he does have a softer side he rarely shows, as he was punished when he displayed mercy in his training, he can't usually unlock his personal feelings as he wishes. As such, he is usually very curt with others.
General Description: Dressing much like Nail, Doro wears a beige scarf around his neck, and beige baggy pants. He wears the traditional brown shoes and sometimes wears a black vest to top his outfit off. As other Namekians, his muscles are salmon and his skin is green, there isn't much difference between he and other Namekians physically.
He is about 6' 4" tall and about 255 pounds, making him a sizable opponent.
Starting Abilities:Martial Arts Specialization, Ki Sense
Trait: Lone Wolf
Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Rikkua rebooted her harddrive and looked around her empty apartment. A bare window was cracked open and her handset phone was beneath it. The floor was covered in grimy carpet and the paint on the walls peeled constantly, revealing a yellowed brick wall. Rikkua didn't mind, she didn't need a television, a refrigerator, a bathroom, to keep herself civilized. Although she did have a few cans of WD-41 incase her joints got a little rusty. Although it hasn't happened before, Rikkua never counted it out. Suddenly the phone rang and echoed off the walls.
Rikkua dove on it and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked annoyed that someone had the nerve to bug her so early in the morning.
"Hello, this is Linda Fulton with Bio Lab, a sector of Red Ribbon. This is 34, correct?" She asked professionally.
"Rikkua" Rikkua growled. "What do you want?" Rikkua wasn't too thrilled that Linda Fulton had the guts to call her 34. Nobody ever calls Rikkua, 34. She isn't a controllable being anymore. Rikkua is Rikkua.
"Okay... Rikkua." Linda said trying to hold back a fit of laughter. Rikkua could tell and nearly crushed the phone in her hand. "Well, can you please come into the Bio Lab? At your front door we left you tickets to fly down the South City... we even booked you a hotel. Whaddya say?" Linda asked.
Rikkua bit her lip. "Sure, I guess." Rikkua said giving in to some sort of unknown draw that Linda gave off.
"Thanks so much. Your tickets are outside your door. Have a safe trip and by the way, your riding on the Nimbus Airlines, the best in the business." Linda said and with a final click, the line died.
Rikkua set the phone back onto it's charging base. "I guess this is it." Rikkua said sitting back on her knees. "I wonder what they want me for." She thought standing up slowly. She walked over to her nearly unhinged door and opened it quickly. She stepped out, never bothering to lock it, and picked up a manila envelope stamped with 34 in bold red letters. Rikkua ripped open the envelope and took the plane ticket, leaving behind a note and the envolope.
She stormed to the elevator and hurriedly clicked the down button over and over until finally the doors opened. An elderly lady with thick glasses sat in the corner on her stool pressing buttons. She looked at Rikkua innocently. "Floor?" She asked timidly.
"Ground." Rikkua replied harshly. She crossed her arms and leaned agaisnt the back wall. Slowly the elevator made it's descent. With a final thud, the doors opened and Rikkua stepped out as she flipped a few zenni the older ladies way.
"Thank you!" Called the old croon from her wooden perch. She smiled brightly showing off her tarnished yellow teeth. Rikkua continued towards the front door, utterly disgusted.
Rikkua pushed the front door open and a rush of warm city air rushed at her face. She smiled as she was back in her usual habitat. Vendors flipped hot dogs, hamburgers, pretzels, and fountain drinks to customers at astounding speed. Customers threw zenni right back at them with at the same velocity. It was like a program.. perfectly timed, perfectly placed, perfectly perfect.
She continued down the packed street until finally she reached the curb. She threw her arm in the air then stopped. "What am I?" She asked herself. "Human?" She said as she lifted her off the ground, and in a mighty gust of air was heading towards the airport.
Finally she landed, she thumbed the ticket carefully as she slid it through the thick glass. The receptionist whose nametag read Mimi scanned with a machine, smiled, and passed it back. "I see your not.. ehm.. human." She said cautiously. "So you take the right pass. Just show the security gaurd your ticket. Enjoy your flight!" Mimi said cheerfully.
Rikkua nodded and scooped up the ticket. She continued towards the security passes. She quickly turned off towards the right, as instructed and handed the ticket to the gaurd. He looked over it silently and finally handed it back. "Go on." He said pointing to a long chamber. "I ask that you turn off your harddrive." He said blankly.
Rikkua bit her lip. "This flight better be good. I've never even ridden in one of this airplanes before." She thought as her systems slowly came to a stop. The gaurd passed her through the examination chamber, and a shock of energy rebooted her harddrives. "Wow." She said aloud. "That was cool."
Another gaurd, much younger approached her. "Shocking, isn't it?" He asked slyly. He waved a wand over her quickly and no beeps emitted. "Continue." He said. "Have a safe flight. Your bridge is on the right." He said quickly pointing to a thin passage. A single flight attendent sat behind a shabby desk chewing his nails boredly.
Rikkua approached him. "Now what?" She asked setting the ticket on his desk.
He looked up. "Now you get on..." He said sheepishly hastily returning to chewing his nails. Rikkua sighed and picked up the ticket and stepped through the bridge and onto the roaring plane.
She turned around waiting for someone to instruct her how to do something. "Hello?" She asked.
Finally, a cheery hello rang from behind her. "Hello! I'm Denise. I am going to be your flight attendant." She said smiling broadly. " I take it you met Norm?" She asked bobbing her head towards the bridge.
"Unfortunately." Rikkua replied. "He wasn't much help."
"I see." Denise said. "Can I see your ticket?"
Rikkua handed Denise her ticket. "Here." She said. Denise glanced at it.
"Ah. D3." She said walking down the aisle, finally arriving at D3. "Sit here. This is your seat. We should be arriving in about an hour. Feel free to shut down your systems. If you need anything just press this red button. "Denise said touching an overhead button that had a picture of a person on it. "Remember, I'm Denise." She said flashing one more grin at Rikkua.
Rikkua nodded as Denise scurried off to meet the next customer. Rikkua took the pleasure of quickly shutting down her systems. She was sure she couldn't sit sit for an hour.
[Yea, I rp'd a chick. Lol.]
Age: 38
Race: Namekian
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Namek-sei
Profession: Ex- Sensu Farmer
Fighting Style: Aggressive
Short Bio: Doro was an old family farmer, where he worked on his father's large sensu bean farm. He was far better at the physical work of his brothers and excelled in nearly every aspect of the work. He was far larger then his brethren of similiar age, and he developed at an alarming rate.
He worked nearly every hour of the day, and once the elders began to notice his abilities immediately took him aside and began to train him as one of the rare Namekian warriors. After years of training, he finally emerged as the top of his tiny 3 man class.
Then years after that, he retired from fighting settling down to watch his old home grow, as the sensu bean farm grew larger. Though every once in a while, he feels the thirst for battle. Finally, he could take it no longer and will be rejoining the fighting few to help return the universe to it's once clean state.
Personality: Doro is a self-reliable Namekian who has a lone wolf like state of mind. Never seeking help, he usually works alone and accomplishes much more on his own.
He usually lives in solitude and will shy away from group confrontations. He would rather suffer death then accept help from a stranger. Although he does have a softer side he rarely shows, as he was punished when he displayed mercy in his training, he can't usually unlock his personal feelings as he wishes. As such, he is usually very curt with others.
General Description: Dressing much like Nail, Doro wears a beige scarf around his neck, and beige baggy pants. He wears the traditional brown shoes and sometimes wears a black vest to top his outfit off. As other Namekians, his muscles are salmon and his skin is green, there isn't much difference between he and other Namekians physically.
He is about 6' 4" tall and about 255 pounds, making him a sizable opponent.
Starting Abilities:Martial Arts Specialization, Ki Sense
Trait: Lone Wolf
Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Rikkua rebooted her harddrive and looked around her empty apartment. A bare window was cracked open and her handset phone was beneath it. The floor was covered in grimy carpet and the paint on the walls peeled constantly, revealing a yellowed brick wall. Rikkua didn't mind, she didn't need a television, a refrigerator, a bathroom, to keep herself civilized. Although she did have a few cans of WD-41 incase her joints got a little rusty. Although it hasn't happened before, Rikkua never counted it out. Suddenly the phone rang and echoed off the walls.
Rikkua dove on it and picked it up. "Hello?" She asked annoyed that someone had the nerve to bug her so early in the morning.
"Hello, this is Linda Fulton with Bio Lab, a sector of Red Ribbon. This is 34, correct?" She asked professionally.
"Rikkua" Rikkua growled. "What do you want?" Rikkua wasn't too thrilled that Linda Fulton had the guts to call her 34. Nobody ever calls Rikkua, 34. She isn't a controllable being anymore. Rikkua is Rikkua.
"Okay... Rikkua." Linda said trying to hold back a fit of laughter. Rikkua could tell and nearly crushed the phone in her hand. "Well, can you please come into the Bio Lab? At your front door we left you tickets to fly down the South City... we even booked you a hotel. Whaddya say?" Linda asked.
Rikkua bit her lip. "Sure, I guess." Rikkua said giving in to some sort of unknown draw that Linda gave off.
"Thanks so much. Your tickets are outside your door. Have a safe trip and by the way, your riding on the Nimbus Airlines, the best in the business." Linda said and with a final click, the line died.
Rikkua set the phone back onto it's charging base. "I guess this is it." Rikkua said sitting back on her knees. "I wonder what they want me for." She thought standing up slowly. She walked over to her nearly unhinged door and opened it quickly. She stepped out, never bothering to lock it, and picked up a manila envelope stamped with 34 in bold red letters. Rikkua ripped open the envelope and took the plane ticket, leaving behind a note and the envolope.
She stormed to the elevator and hurriedly clicked the down button over and over until finally the doors opened. An elderly lady with thick glasses sat in the corner on her stool pressing buttons. She looked at Rikkua innocently. "Floor?" She asked timidly.
"Ground." Rikkua replied harshly. She crossed her arms and leaned agaisnt the back wall. Slowly the elevator made it's descent. With a final thud, the doors opened and Rikkua stepped out as she flipped a few zenni the older ladies way.
"Thank you!" Called the old croon from her wooden perch. She smiled brightly showing off her tarnished yellow teeth. Rikkua continued towards the front door, utterly disgusted.
Rikkua pushed the front door open and a rush of warm city air rushed at her face. She smiled as she was back in her usual habitat. Vendors flipped hot dogs, hamburgers, pretzels, and fountain drinks to customers at astounding speed. Customers threw zenni right back at them with at the same velocity. It was like a program.. perfectly timed, perfectly placed, perfectly perfect.
She continued down the packed street until finally she reached the curb. She threw her arm in the air then stopped. "What am I?" She asked herself. "Human?" She said as she lifted her off the ground, and in a mighty gust of air was heading towards the airport.
Finally she landed, she thumbed the ticket carefully as she slid it through the thick glass. The receptionist whose nametag read Mimi scanned with a machine, smiled, and passed it back. "I see your not.. ehm.. human." She said cautiously. "So you take the right pass. Just show the security gaurd your ticket. Enjoy your flight!" Mimi said cheerfully.
Rikkua nodded and scooped up the ticket. She continued towards the security passes. She quickly turned off towards the right, as instructed and handed the ticket to the gaurd. He looked over it silently and finally handed it back. "Go on." He said pointing to a long chamber. "I ask that you turn off your harddrive." He said blankly.
Rikkua bit her lip. "This flight better be good. I've never even ridden in one of this airplanes before." She thought as her systems slowly came to a stop. The gaurd passed her through the examination chamber, and a shock of energy rebooted her harddrives. "Wow." She said aloud. "That was cool."
Another gaurd, much younger approached her. "Shocking, isn't it?" He asked slyly. He waved a wand over her quickly and no beeps emitted. "Continue." He said. "Have a safe flight. Your bridge is on the right." He said quickly pointing to a thin passage. A single flight attendent sat behind a shabby desk chewing his nails boredly.
Rikkua approached him. "Now what?" She asked setting the ticket on his desk.
He looked up. "Now you get on..." He said sheepishly hastily returning to chewing his nails. Rikkua sighed and picked up the ticket and stepped through the bridge and onto the roaring plane.
She turned around waiting for someone to instruct her how to do something. "Hello?" She asked.
Finally, a cheery hello rang from behind her. "Hello! I'm Denise. I am going to be your flight attendant." She said smiling broadly. " I take it you met Norm?" She asked bobbing her head towards the bridge.
"Unfortunately." Rikkua replied. "He wasn't much help."
"I see." Denise said. "Can I see your ticket?"
Rikkua handed Denise her ticket. "Here." She said. Denise glanced at it.
"Ah. D3." She said walking down the aisle, finally arriving at D3. "Sit here. This is your seat. We should be arriving in about an hour. Feel free to shut down your systems. If you need anything just press this red button. "Denise said touching an overhead button that had a picture of a person on it. "Remember, I'm Denise." She said flashing one more grin at Rikkua.
Rikkua nodded as Denise scurried off to meet the next customer. Rikkua took the pleasure of quickly shutting down her systems. She was sure she couldn't sit sit for an hour.
[Yea, I rp'd a chick. Lol.]
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