05-28-2009, 05:38 AM
Name: Satsuma
Age:21
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Profession: Mercenary
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Born as a proud Sayian Elite Satsuma has spent most of his life in fix combat. However his intrest no span towardsthe stars and his lust for power is about to drive him to planets beyond.
General Description: Satsuma stands at 5 feet 7 inches and wieghes 164 pounds. His hair is a dark brown and rises off is hair in spikey point. He has thick eyebrows that are always seem to be scowling.
His eye are black and seem to be cold and hardened. His mouth is seems to alwaysed be smirking, almost daring someone to challenge him. His body is smaller and more compact, being built more for speed than strength.
Starting Abilities: Regeneration, Ki Sense
Stats:
Strength - 10%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 30%
Trait: Tenacious
Role-play Sample: Satsuma looked up into the blank void of space. The battle simulator was now projecting the void. It was almost impossible to tell the difference between it and real space.
"Stop day dreaming worm." A smug voice jeered as a low dropped axekick came towards Satsuma's face.
He had been knocked to the ground by a palm strike to the diaphram followed by a leg sweep. The move had knocked the breath out of him and left him dazed.
His oppnent, Isoku, was larger and much stronger than Satsuma was. And the fight wasn't going in Satsuma's favor. As Isoku's foot neared Satsuma's body reacted on its own. Quickly rolling and spinging to his feet Satsuma threw a round house to Isoku's exposed ribs.
"Graaaa," Isoku screamed as he caught Satsuma's foot in mid air. "Too slow little man." With that he tosses Satsuma into the air and followed with a punch to the back. Once again grabbing a hold of Satsuma, Isoku threw him down with a hard elbow to the ribs.
Satsuma's mind screamed with pain as he hit the floor. Getting on his knees be began to spat up blood. Sweat wsa now stinging his eyes. He could feel the fatigue of his body and he knew the fight was soon going to be over.
"You're a weakling," Satsuma told himself, "nothing more than a coward not fit for the Sayian Elite." Clenching his fist Satsuma prepared for more of a beating. But something stuck. A small ember was burning inside of him. A dark anger towards his own weakness.
"I am a Sayian, a proud warrior." Satsuma still thinking to himself. Isoku laughed, "So scared he won't evenstand, It's ok I'll help you up." Isoku picked up Satsuma by the collar and held him to his face. "You give up yet little man.
Satsumajust stared vacantly into Isoku's face. He was lost in thought. "Damn it. I am a Sayian, I am stronger thant this. I wont lose," looking up "I WONT LOSE." Throwing his head forward as he screamed he head butted Isoku who suprised threw Satsuma.
Catching himself in the air and proforming a gracful back hand spring, Satsuma spung forward and began aseries or swift punches and kicks into the torso of the still startled Isoku.
"Ahhhhh," Satsuma screamed as he launched Isoku into the air with an upper cut. Then without thinking he began to unlease a volley of ki attackes.
The burning inside of him only fueld his attacks. The energy almost flowed through him as part of his rage. Blast after blast left his hands. His volley seemed maddning. "TIME TO FINISH THIS."Throwing both of his hands to the side he quickly drew a large amount of ki into his clasped hands. Suddenly a bright red light began to grow in his hands. His arms were now throbbing with power. His finger tips were burning. Surgging with anger and energy he screamed. "NOVA CANNON." Throwing his arms forwarded he unleased a fearsome beam the blasted straight through the training room.
The night time sky flashed on and of and died. Sparkes were flying everywhere as Satsuma walked over to the collasped Isoku's body.
"Mer..mercy." Isoku gasped. And with a sinster smile Satsuma says. "A Sayian never gives mercy. Ecspecially to a weakling like your." Laughing to himself he raised two of his fngers and blasted a hole through his oppnents head.
"Satsuma." An intercm boomed.
"There was no need to terminate your opponent." The intercom bellowed
"No, he was weak and a disgrace to our race. I had every right. Only the strong will survive. The rest desrerve to die."
Age:21
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Profession: Mercenary
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Born as a proud Sayian Elite Satsuma has spent most of his life in fix combat. However his intrest no span towardsthe stars and his lust for power is about to drive him to planets beyond.
General Description: Satsuma stands at 5 feet 7 inches and wieghes 164 pounds. His hair is a dark brown and rises off is hair in spikey point. He has thick eyebrows that are always seem to be scowling.
His eye are black and seem to be cold and hardened. His mouth is seems to alwaysed be smirking, almost daring someone to challenge him. His body is smaller and more compact, being built more for speed than strength.
Starting Abilities: Regeneration, Ki Sense
Stats:
Strength - 10%
Focus - 35%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 30%
Trait: Tenacious
Role-play Sample: Satsuma looked up into the blank void of space. The battle simulator was now projecting the void. It was almost impossible to tell the difference between it and real space.
"Stop day dreaming worm." A smug voice jeered as a low dropped axekick came towards Satsuma's face.
He had been knocked to the ground by a palm strike to the diaphram followed by a leg sweep. The move had knocked the breath out of him and left him dazed.
His oppnent, Isoku, was larger and much stronger than Satsuma was. And the fight wasn't going in Satsuma's favor. As Isoku's foot neared Satsuma's body reacted on its own. Quickly rolling and spinging to his feet Satsuma threw a round house to Isoku's exposed ribs.
"Graaaa," Isoku screamed as he caught Satsuma's foot in mid air. "Too slow little man." With that he tosses Satsuma into the air and followed with a punch to the back. Once again grabbing a hold of Satsuma, Isoku threw him down with a hard elbow to the ribs.
Satsuma's mind screamed with pain as he hit the floor. Getting on his knees be began to spat up blood. Sweat wsa now stinging his eyes. He could feel the fatigue of his body and he knew the fight was soon going to be over.
"You're a weakling," Satsuma told himself, "nothing more than a coward not fit for the Sayian Elite." Clenching his fist Satsuma prepared for more of a beating. But something stuck. A small ember was burning inside of him. A dark anger towards his own weakness.
"I am a Sayian, a proud warrior." Satsuma still thinking to himself. Isoku laughed, "So scared he won't evenstand, It's ok I'll help you up." Isoku picked up Satsuma by the collar and held him to his face. "You give up yet little man.
Satsumajust stared vacantly into Isoku's face. He was lost in thought. "Damn it. I am a Sayian, I am stronger thant this. I wont lose," looking up "I WONT LOSE." Throwing his head forward as he screamed he head butted Isoku who suprised threw Satsuma.
Catching himself in the air and proforming a gracful back hand spring, Satsuma spung forward and began aseries or swift punches and kicks into the torso of the still startled Isoku.
"Ahhhhh," Satsuma screamed as he launched Isoku into the air with an upper cut. Then without thinking he began to unlease a volley of ki attackes.
The burning inside of him only fueld his attacks. The energy almost flowed through him as part of his rage. Blast after blast left his hands. His volley seemed maddning. "TIME TO FINISH THIS."Throwing both of his hands to the side he quickly drew a large amount of ki into his clasped hands. Suddenly a bright red light began to grow in his hands. His arms were now throbbing with power. His finger tips were burning. Surgging with anger and energy he screamed. "NOVA CANNON." Throwing his arms forwarded he unleased a fearsome beam the blasted straight through the training room.
The night time sky flashed on and of and died. Sparkes were flying everywhere as Satsuma walked over to the collasped Isoku's body.
"Mer..mercy." Isoku gasped. And with a sinster smile Satsuma says. "A Sayian never gives mercy. Ecspecially to a weakling like your." Laughing to himself he raised two of his fngers and blasted a hole through his oppnents head.
"Satsuma." An intercm boomed.
"There was no need to terminate your opponent." The intercom bellowed
"No, he was weak and a disgrace to our race. I had every right. Only the strong will survive. The rest desrerve to die."
