08-17-2010, 01:13 PM
Name: Kylar
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Cunning and Fast.
Short Bio: Kylar was an orphan bringing himself up, stealing when needed and fighting off anyone trying to get in his way. As he grew, he realized he was a lot stronger than most of the people he came across. As a young man, he constantly trained in the arts of fighting and was soon noticed by more than a few masters in the surrounding dojo's, he realized this was the best place to train and get pointers by watching the students. He was taken on by one of the smaller dojo's as a student and excelled to the top in no time. Kylar never took kindly to getting beaten and although he knew, at the time, the masters were better than he was, he kept fighting and never stayed down. Before long he became too powerful and accidentally killed his master, he was chased from the city and fled to the countryside where he has resided and trained religiously.
General Description: Kylar is tall, slim but athletically built. He has white hair and constantly dresses in black attire.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Role-play Sample: It was raining heavily and roaring sounds were firing off in the distant clouds. The dark sky almost looked as if it was eating everything in it's path. Kylar dropped to one knee panting, trying to steady himself. It was the middle of the night and he had work to do!
He caught his breath and stood shakily. Why do I do this to myself...
The lean figure stretched and walked off towards the city ahead, he had a job to do and he wasn't stopping now. His long strides took him across mud patches and puddles in the grass where the water was, obviously, too much for the ground to hold. Kylar started to wish he did reject the man's approach earlier.
4 Hours ago.
"Hey, sweetheart? Where's my goddamn drink?" One loud customer was shouting. Kylar barely batted an eye-lid as drunks were singing, shouting and fighting. He sat in the corner, invisible.
"Ain't seen you round here before boy." Kylar already seen the man approach from the side, trying to be shady. "Then I guess your one of the lucky ones..." was all he could be bothered to say before picking up his drink and sipping it sparingly.
"And why's that? You one of those scary types, or just another kid who thinks he knows things? You ain't got no business here, so finish your drink and be on your way!" The man said before walking off, he smelt like raw sweat, beer and sex. Obviously not washing very often.
Kylar got to his feet and followed the man, he slipped a note into his pocket before trailing towards the door, only stopping briefly, as his hand reached the handle, to turn and see the man's face go white. The man started staring around the room frantically looking for something, or someone...
OOC: I know it's not very good but its a start.
Race: Saiyan
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Unemployed
Fighting Style: Cunning and Fast.
Short Bio: Kylar was an orphan bringing himself up, stealing when needed and fighting off anyone trying to get in his way. As he grew, he realized he was a lot stronger than most of the people he came across. As a young man, he constantly trained in the arts of fighting and was soon noticed by more than a few masters in the surrounding dojo's, he realized this was the best place to train and get pointers by watching the students. He was taken on by one of the smaller dojo's as a student and excelled to the top in no time. Kylar never took kindly to getting beaten and although he knew, at the time, the masters were better than he was, he kept fighting and never stayed down. Before long he became too powerful and accidentally killed his master, he was chased from the city and fled to the countryside where he has resided and trained religiously.
General Description: Kylar is tall, slim but athletically built. He has white hair and constantly dresses in black attire.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength, Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Defiant
Role-play Sample: It was raining heavily and roaring sounds were firing off in the distant clouds. The dark sky almost looked as if it was eating everything in it's path. Kylar dropped to one knee panting, trying to steady himself. It was the middle of the night and he had work to do!
He caught his breath and stood shakily. Why do I do this to myself...
The lean figure stretched and walked off towards the city ahead, he had a job to do and he wasn't stopping now. His long strides took him across mud patches and puddles in the grass where the water was, obviously, too much for the ground to hold. Kylar started to wish he did reject the man's approach earlier.
4 Hours ago.
"Hey, sweetheart? Where's my goddamn drink?" One loud customer was shouting. Kylar barely batted an eye-lid as drunks were singing, shouting and fighting. He sat in the corner, invisible.
"Ain't seen you round here before boy." Kylar already seen the man approach from the side, trying to be shady. "Then I guess your one of the lucky ones..." was all he could be bothered to say before picking up his drink and sipping it sparingly.
"And why's that? You one of those scary types, or just another kid who thinks he knows things? You ain't got no business here, so finish your drink and be on your way!" The man said before walking off, he smelt like raw sweat, beer and sex. Obviously not washing very often.
Kylar got to his feet and followed the man, he slipped a note into his pocket before trailing towards the door, only stopping briefly, as his hand reached the handle, to turn and see the man's face go white. The man started staring around the room frantically looking for something, or someone...
OOC: I know it's not very good but its a start.
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