01-07-2007, 12:40 AM
Yep. I may be an argumentative, opinionated prick, but I can't for the life of me pry myself away from this place.
As such, I'd like to return, hopefully as Guldo.
Character Name: Guldo
Personality: Lazy. Will not fight if not absolutely necessary. When he does decide to fight, he tends to swing his arms randomly and bellow a battle cry until either his opponent is dead, or they grow annoyed with Guldo and leave.
Planet: Earth(Hell after my first roleplay, if that's okay.)
Email: Crazypsychokillerman04@yahoo.com
AIM: None
MSN: Fanatic_Chicken@hotmail.com
Moves:
War Cry: Guldo screams. Loudly. The sheer volume of his cry is enough to temporarily disorient most, and afterward Guldo has to take a moment to regain his composure.
Arm Flail: Guldo flails his arms randomly, hoping that he'll at least occasionally strike his opponent. Not really damaging to the enemy, it servers more as a distraction while Guldo prepares for his ultimate attack.
Gas Pass: Guldo, being of alien nature, has a large collection of gasses within his body. He can conjure these gasses at any time, and they can have varying affects on his opponents. As of now, he's only able to manifest the most lowly of gasses, a foul smelling cloud that, when inhaled by his opponent, serves to sicken them. That's about all it does.
Roleplay Sample:
It was a pleasant day. It always was, now that Guldo thought about it. The air was crisp, and cool. The sky clear and bright, clouds swimming freely through the endless blue. To the normal passer-by, it would be a wonderful afternoon.
Guldo was sick of it.
The green skinned freak, as the locals had taken to calling him, forced down another glass of lemonade. He?d prefer it be alcoholic lemonade, but these fools simply wouldn?t buy into the fact that he was well over twenty one. By Earthling standards, he was well into his hundreds, but his height and physical appearance didn?t attest to that very well.
?Another round, barkeep, and don?t go easy on the ice.? Guldo barked irritably.
The man growled to himself, if things were as he wanted them to be he?d be out swimming and flirting with the beach babes. But, he was a bartender, and things never went his way. They were never given the chance to, after all. Part of the job was listening to depressed, down on their luck bums ramble on about their pathetic lives. Normally, if he got enough booze into ?em, they?d waddle themselves on home. But, the Law dictated he wasn?t to serve alcoholic beverages to minors, at least not human ones. And, the pudgy, four eyed mass that sat in front of him was anything but human.
Stretching the law a bit, the man slipped his strongest stuff in with the lemonade, and slid the glass to his pimple-faced customer. No thank you, as usual.
Guldo felt strange. He?d been drinking lemonade all day, maybe it was beginning to take affect. Maybe he was dying of heat stroke. Or, maybe, he was being paranoid.
There was only one way to deal with paranoia: Drown it.
Raising the glass to his lips, he forced himself to swallow the overly sweetened liquid. It tasted different, but he was far past the point of caring. His head felt light, his hands weren?t responding as quickly as they usually did. He went to ask the Barkeep what he?d put in this drink, but a sword plunging into his side made him change his mind.
Turning to his attacker, he managed to make out the blurred form of what appeared to be a human, clad in black, his face hidden beneath a cowl. Guldo, still dizzy from the spiked drink, fell from his chair, his side spitting out blood. Grabbing a table cloth, Guldo shoved it into the wound, and soon its white surface was stained red.
The man in black wiped his sword clean, and charged to attack again.
Guldo?s senses returned in an instant. If he had ingested alcohol, like he assumed he had, maybe it had all leaked out of the fresh wound in his side. It was either that or he?d simple passed it through his urinary tract, but for the sake of his pride he insisted it was the former.
The ninja was upon Guldo far sooner than the wounded mutant would have liked, and his sword fell faster than the downed alien would have expected.
Death, however, came at just the speed Guldo knew it would.
The ninja, satisfied with the slaying of his random victim, leapt up into the sky and vanished, most likely to commit other unjustified acts of violence.
Guldo, with his dying breath, swore revenge.
As such, I'd like to return, hopefully as Guldo.
Character Name: Guldo
Personality: Lazy. Will not fight if not absolutely necessary. When he does decide to fight, he tends to swing his arms randomly and bellow a battle cry until either his opponent is dead, or they grow annoyed with Guldo and leave.
Planet: Earth(Hell after my first roleplay, if that's okay.)
Email: Crazypsychokillerman04@yahoo.com
AIM: None
MSN: Fanatic_Chicken@hotmail.com
Moves:
War Cry: Guldo screams. Loudly. The sheer volume of his cry is enough to temporarily disorient most, and afterward Guldo has to take a moment to regain his composure.
Arm Flail: Guldo flails his arms randomly, hoping that he'll at least occasionally strike his opponent. Not really damaging to the enemy, it servers more as a distraction while Guldo prepares for his ultimate attack.
Gas Pass: Guldo, being of alien nature, has a large collection of gasses within his body. He can conjure these gasses at any time, and they can have varying affects on his opponents. As of now, he's only able to manifest the most lowly of gasses, a foul smelling cloud that, when inhaled by his opponent, serves to sicken them. That's about all it does.
Roleplay Sample:
It was a pleasant day. It always was, now that Guldo thought about it. The air was crisp, and cool. The sky clear and bright, clouds swimming freely through the endless blue. To the normal passer-by, it would be a wonderful afternoon.
Guldo was sick of it.
The green skinned freak, as the locals had taken to calling him, forced down another glass of lemonade. He?d prefer it be alcoholic lemonade, but these fools simply wouldn?t buy into the fact that he was well over twenty one. By Earthling standards, he was well into his hundreds, but his height and physical appearance didn?t attest to that very well.
?Another round, barkeep, and don?t go easy on the ice.? Guldo barked irritably.
The man growled to himself, if things were as he wanted them to be he?d be out swimming and flirting with the beach babes. But, he was a bartender, and things never went his way. They were never given the chance to, after all. Part of the job was listening to depressed, down on their luck bums ramble on about their pathetic lives. Normally, if he got enough booze into ?em, they?d waddle themselves on home. But, the Law dictated he wasn?t to serve alcoholic beverages to minors, at least not human ones. And, the pudgy, four eyed mass that sat in front of him was anything but human.
Stretching the law a bit, the man slipped his strongest stuff in with the lemonade, and slid the glass to his pimple-faced customer. No thank you, as usual.
Guldo felt strange. He?d been drinking lemonade all day, maybe it was beginning to take affect. Maybe he was dying of heat stroke. Or, maybe, he was being paranoid.
There was only one way to deal with paranoia: Drown it.
Raising the glass to his lips, he forced himself to swallow the overly sweetened liquid. It tasted different, but he was far past the point of caring. His head felt light, his hands weren?t responding as quickly as they usually did. He went to ask the Barkeep what he?d put in this drink, but a sword plunging into his side made him change his mind.
Turning to his attacker, he managed to make out the blurred form of what appeared to be a human, clad in black, his face hidden beneath a cowl. Guldo, still dizzy from the spiked drink, fell from his chair, his side spitting out blood. Grabbing a table cloth, Guldo shoved it into the wound, and soon its white surface was stained red.
The man in black wiped his sword clean, and charged to attack again.
Guldo?s senses returned in an instant. If he had ingested alcohol, like he assumed he had, maybe it had all leaked out of the fresh wound in his side. It was either that or he?d simple passed it through his urinary tract, but for the sake of his pride he insisted it was the former.
The ninja was upon Guldo far sooner than the wounded mutant would have liked, and his sword fell faster than the downed alien would have expected.
Death, however, came at just the speed Guldo knew it would.
The ninja, satisfied with the slaying of his random victim, leapt up into the sky and vanished, most likely to commit other unjustified acts of violence.
Guldo, with his dying breath, swore revenge.
Greg0rz (3:16:14 PM): if you cut Michael Moore, he would bleed cheese and bacon grease?
UltimoDemon (3:16:26 PM): I think that is very likely, yes.
Greg0rz (3:16:34 PM): *scribbles down*
Greg0rz (3:16:45 PM): do you mind if I quote you?
UltimoDemon (3:16:49 PM): Not at all.
UltimoDemon (3:16:26 PM): I think that is very likely, yes.
Greg0rz (3:16:34 PM): *scribbles down*
Greg0rz (3:16:45 PM): do you mind if I quote you?
UltimoDemon (3:16:49 PM): Not at all.
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