11-21-2010, 05:07 PM
Name: Kiser
Age: 23
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Martial Artist
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Kiser, strong willed and immensely intelligent, was born into a middle class family in West City. As a child, he was bullied and required a means of defense. Kiser quickly picked up and mastered martial arts. He participated in many World Martial Arts Tournaments, only winning one as a child in the Jr. Division. Since then, Kiser has been roaming the planet, training with whoever he come across until the next World Martial Arts Tournament.
General Description: Kiser has short, black, spiky hair with small ears. He also has black eyes, a small nose, and a broad chin. Kiser is tall and fit and sports a permanent scar below his left eye. He wears a long, black zip-up jacket with two, symmetrical zippers above the shoulders, along with the main zipper, straight down the center of the jacket. Kiser’s lower half is covered by baggy, black pants and a pair of boots, black.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength and Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Efficient
Stats:
Strength - 45%
Focus - 5%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 45%
Role-play Sample: Kiser slowly ascended up the cement steps to the ring; He had finally made it to the final round of the World Martial Arts Tournament Jr. Division. As he centered himself in the square, he turned and eyed down his opponent, taking one last breath before assuming his fighting stance. Kiser was tall for his age, standing four foot ten inches, and sporting a traditional, white gi, fitted with black boots and a black belt, probably one earned at an early age with the mastering of a basic form of martial arts, with a patch of said dojo embroidered into the stitching on the back. The announcer began babbling about some corny, far-fetched, falsified description of Kiser’s opponent, but all he could fathom was that he had finally made it to the finals; years of training and dedication had finally a chance to pay off.
At a mirror height, the light green boy with two antennae protruding from his forehead acquiring his stance outfitted himself in just two, identical black wristbands and a pair of baggy, dark navy blue pants, half of the usual martial arts uniform. The boy standing across from Kiser stood an awkward stance, standing straight up, shifting his right leg forward, lifting up his arms into a “v,” and positioning his hands pointing down, flattened.
“Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let us proceed in this tournament’s main event.” The announcer annunciated. “This tournament’s Jr. Division championship match is about to begin. Our finalists are,” He paused, raising his right arm, pointing at Kiser. “The young prodigy of West City, Kiser! And the mysterious newcomer from,” The announcer glanced down to a small note card, gripped tightly in his hand, and stuttered. “Uh- the mysterious newcomer, Unrij!” The fighters tightened their stances and braced for battle. This was it, this was their moment of truth. “3.. 2.. 1.. BEGIN!!” The passion roared throughout the stadium and the two fighters eyed each other down for just a moment, just before darting at each other, each throwing a punch at the arrival point.
Age: 23
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Earth
Profession: Martial Artist
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio: Kiser, strong willed and immensely intelligent, was born into a middle class family in West City. As a child, he was bullied and required a means of defense. Kiser quickly picked up and mastered martial arts. He participated in many World Martial Arts Tournaments, only winning one as a child in the Jr. Division. Since then, Kiser has been roaming the planet, training with whoever he come across until the next World Martial Arts Tournament.
General Description: Kiser has short, black, spiky hair with small ears. He also has black eyes, a small nose, and a broad chin. Kiser is tall and fit and sports a permanent scar below his left eye. He wears a long, black zip-up jacket with two, symmetrical zippers above the shoulders, along with the main zipper, straight down the center of the jacket. Kiser’s lower half is covered by baggy, black pants and a pair of boots, black.
Starting Abilities: Inner Strength and Martial Arts Specialization
Trait: Efficient
Stats:
Strength - 45%
Focus - 5%
Endurance - 20%
Agility - 45%
Role-play Sample: Kiser slowly ascended up the cement steps to the ring; He had finally made it to the final round of the World Martial Arts Tournament Jr. Division. As he centered himself in the square, he turned and eyed down his opponent, taking one last breath before assuming his fighting stance. Kiser was tall for his age, standing four foot ten inches, and sporting a traditional, white gi, fitted with black boots and a black belt, probably one earned at an early age with the mastering of a basic form of martial arts, with a patch of said dojo embroidered into the stitching on the back. The announcer began babbling about some corny, far-fetched, falsified description of Kiser’s opponent, but all he could fathom was that he had finally made it to the finals; years of training and dedication had finally a chance to pay off.
At a mirror height, the light green boy with two antennae protruding from his forehead acquiring his stance outfitted himself in just two, identical black wristbands and a pair of baggy, dark navy blue pants, half of the usual martial arts uniform. The boy standing across from Kiser stood an awkward stance, standing straight up, shifting his right leg forward, lifting up his arms into a “v,” and positioning his hands pointing down, flattened.
“Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let us proceed in this tournament’s main event.” The announcer annunciated. “This tournament’s Jr. Division championship match is about to begin. Our finalists are,” He paused, raising his right arm, pointing at Kiser. “The young prodigy of West City, Kiser! And the mysterious newcomer from,” The announcer glanced down to a small note card, gripped tightly in his hand, and stuttered. “Uh- the mysterious newcomer, Unrij!” The fighters tightened their stances and braced for battle. This was it, this was their moment of truth. “3.. 2.. 1.. BEGIN!!” The passion roared throughout the stadium and the two fighters eyed each other down for just a moment, just before darting at each other, each throwing a punch at the arrival point.
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