03-25-2007, 05:39 AM
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Character: Ledgic
Fighting Style: Zui Quan ("Drunken Fist")
Planet: Earth-Sei
Email: mattbrown--@hotmail.com
Three Moves: Liquid Skin: To complement his fighting style, Ledgic has the ability to liquify the quality of his skin by natural means. Strikes made without strategic precision tend to simply slide off into empty space, as if his body was covered in oils and lubricants. Ledgic often gains the upper hand when his enemy succumbs to his/her frustration.
Pocket Candy: Prior to his departure, Ledgic's people endowed in him an extensive knowledge of planetary forces. Utilizing the power stored in gravitational force, he can compress air or water into a compact pocket. This is referred to as "airbending" and "waterbending". In the condensed state the force is unstable and is released in a directed explosion of concussive pressure, packing much more force than he could possibly deliver by physical means. This technique can compliment his punches and kicks, drastically increasing their effect.
Weird Vibrations: Over the years, understanding the nature of atmosphere has inspired Ledgic to make use of vibrations. This strange technique has various applications. Traditionally, he generates intense vibrations from his forearms and palms. These can be directed to disperse multiple weak energy attacks. When used in tandem with physical strikes the vibrations can cause an opponent to be briefly disoriented. Repeated attacks can force prolongued disorientation, leaving them completely vulnerable.
*Note: I have been here a few times. My account "Nezi" still exists and apparently, you guys have me marked as an active roleplayer but I haven't been here in months.. t'was hoping to start over. That alright?
Sample Roleplay
Sinking lower and lower, he felt weightless. Like a plucked feather, drifting carelessly in the breeze. It was down here, beneath the surface, that he felt a quiet sense of tranquility. It seemed impossible for him to elaborate, but it was just simply solitary. Air escaped his nostrels in spherical bursts and the teal hues of his eyes glanced out into the blue depths. Ahead of him, nothingness prevailed. It was his universe, in which he was humble and not tormented by any sense of loneliness. Following which, this place which he had become so accustomed to fell in around him and colour enveloped his world of standalone existance. Objects, animate and inanimate, started filling the lifeless holes of this growing dimension and rays of light poured down on his fair skin. With that he emerged, taking fresh atmosphere into his lungs in a drawn out gasp for air. Droplets of liquid cascaded down his alien form. Back to the real world..
A tall figure emerged from the coastal shores of the South Continent. At first glance, he would appear sort of lanky, but there were plates of refined muscle carved along his body. No, it would be more appropriate to label him 'lean'. Although his physical appearance was humanoid, his similarities with the human race ended there. His cranium was oversized by the standards of mankind, massive ears marking the east and west sides of his skull, not to mention the odd black markings plastered across his chest. Without a doubt, he was alien to this world. More often than not, the human reactions were unwelcoming.. unless terror was their traditional greeting. He chuckled at the thought.
The unforgiving superstar overhead made quick work of the moisture against his skin-- providing him with the comfort of dryness in minutes! His eyes gazed outward, toward the mountainous regions to the East. If he wished to resume his extensive training, those would have to be his training grounds. It was the only place he could go unbothered. Another day, another exercise, he thought.
His brow narrowed and his muscles temporarily jolted with adrenaline, upon which his aura lit up like the fourth of July. The white flames splashed about his frame, boasting his latent potential. There was power in this one, that much was identifiable. How much and how far he was willing to go to earn it, was the real question. With the luminous activation of his energy, he leaped in the air. Instantly, he felt himself float on a cushion of self-sustained Ki. He was flying, like the birds. This was nothing new, though. Unlike the Earthlings, his people were taught to fly in the earliest stages of development. This civilization was underpowered, in his opinion.
It wasn't long before he reached Mont Blanc. He descended upon his favourite spot, the waterfall by the springs. Surrounding the falls were tall blades of emerald grass and sitting rocks, swallowed by the vines of Mother Nature herself. Birds chirped and he could feel a sense of peace in this place. This planet.. Earth, was too beautiful for all of the bloodshed and warfare it has faced in the past. In his ignorance, he was clearly underestimating the nature of mankind, and what a twisted nature that was..
Several paces later, he was beneath the pounding streams of water and he was once again coccooned in liquid. Moving faster than the naked eye can possibly see, his arms snapped out to their full extent. Clearing his lungs, he exhaled and then snap! his arms came together, compressing liquid into an enclosed sphere between his palms. His left arm withdrew behind him, his right bringing the orb out front. The alien sprung off the base of the waterfall and toward the rocky mountainside, eyes intently locked on their target.
"Hyy-aah!" he explained, slamming the pocket into wall, a sharp arrow of force bursting forth. Instantly, it drilled into the mountainside, shattering a deep hole (twice the size of his torso in diameter) into the solid stone. Seconds later, the side facing him collapsed on itself, the natural structure breaking down from the might of his single strike. White teeth flashing in his slight grin, he took a few paces back, observing his destruction. The mountainside fell apart, like dominos.
[That be an example of my writing. Hope it fits your standards!]
Character: Ledgic
Fighting Style: Zui Quan ("Drunken Fist")
Planet: Earth-Sei
Email: mattbrown--@hotmail.com
Three Moves: Liquid Skin: To complement his fighting style, Ledgic has the ability to liquify the quality of his skin by natural means. Strikes made without strategic precision tend to simply slide off into empty space, as if his body was covered in oils and lubricants. Ledgic often gains the upper hand when his enemy succumbs to his/her frustration.
Pocket Candy: Prior to his departure, Ledgic's people endowed in him an extensive knowledge of planetary forces. Utilizing the power stored in gravitational force, he can compress air or water into a compact pocket. This is referred to as "airbending" and "waterbending". In the condensed state the force is unstable and is released in a directed explosion of concussive pressure, packing much more force than he could possibly deliver by physical means. This technique can compliment his punches and kicks, drastically increasing their effect.
Weird Vibrations: Over the years, understanding the nature of atmosphere has inspired Ledgic to make use of vibrations. This strange technique has various applications. Traditionally, he generates intense vibrations from his forearms and palms. These can be directed to disperse multiple weak energy attacks. When used in tandem with physical strikes the vibrations can cause an opponent to be briefly disoriented. Repeated attacks can force prolongued disorientation, leaving them completely vulnerable.
*Note: I have been here a few times. My account "Nezi" still exists and apparently, you guys have me marked as an active roleplayer but I haven't been here in months.. t'was hoping to start over. That alright?
Sample Roleplay
Sinking lower and lower, he felt weightless. Like a plucked feather, drifting carelessly in the breeze. It was down here, beneath the surface, that he felt a quiet sense of tranquility. It seemed impossible for him to elaborate, but it was just simply solitary. Air escaped his nostrels in spherical bursts and the teal hues of his eyes glanced out into the blue depths. Ahead of him, nothingness prevailed. It was his universe, in which he was humble and not tormented by any sense of loneliness. Following which, this place which he had become so accustomed to fell in around him and colour enveloped his world of standalone existance. Objects, animate and inanimate, started filling the lifeless holes of this growing dimension and rays of light poured down on his fair skin. With that he emerged, taking fresh atmosphere into his lungs in a drawn out gasp for air. Droplets of liquid cascaded down his alien form. Back to the real world..
A tall figure emerged from the coastal shores of the South Continent. At first glance, he would appear sort of lanky, but there were plates of refined muscle carved along his body. No, it would be more appropriate to label him 'lean'. Although his physical appearance was humanoid, his similarities with the human race ended there. His cranium was oversized by the standards of mankind, massive ears marking the east and west sides of his skull, not to mention the odd black markings plastered across his chest. Without a doubt, he was alien to this world. More often than not, the human reactions were unwelcoming.. unless terror was their traditional greeting. He chuckled at the thought.
The unforgiving superstar overhead made quick work of the moisture against his skin-- providing him with the comfort of dryness in minutes! His eyes gazed outward, toward the mountainous regions to the East. If he wished to resume his extensive training, those would have to be his training grounds. It was the only place he could go unbothered. Another day, another exercise, he thought.
His brow narrowed and his muscles temporarily jolted with adrenaline, upon which his aura lit up like the fourth of July. The white flames splashed about his frame, boasting his latent potential. There was power in this one, that much was identifiable. How much and how far he was willing to go to earn it, was the real question. With the luminous activation of his energy, he leaped in the air. Instantly, he felt himself float on a cushion of self-sustained Ki. He was flying, like the birds. This was nothing new, though. Unlike the Earthlings, his people were taught to fly in the earliest stages of development. This civilization was underpowered, in his opinion.
It wasn't long before he reached Mont Blanc. He descended upon his favourite spot, the waterfall by the springs. Surrounding the falls were tall blades of emerald grass and sitting rocks, swallowed by the vines of Mother Nature herself. Birds chirped and he could feel a sense of peace in this place. This planet.. Earth, was too beautiful for all of the bloodshed and warfare it has faced in the past. In his ignorance, he was clearly underestimating the nature of mankind, and what a twisted nature that was..
Several paces later, he was beneath the pounding streams of water and he was once again coccooned in liquid. Moving faster than the naked eye can possibly see, his arms snapped out to their full extent. Clearing his lungs, he exhaled and then snap! his arms came together, compressing liquid into an enclosed sphere between his palms. His left arm withdrew behind him, his right bringing the orb out front. The alien sprung off the base of the waterfall and toward the rocky mountainside, eyes intently locked on their target.
"Hyy-aah!" he explained, slamming the pocket into wall, a sharp arrow of force bursting forth. Instantly, it drilled into the mountainside, shattering a deep hole (twice the size of his torso in diameter) into the solid stone. Seconds later, the side facing him collapsed on itself, the natural structure breaking down from the might of his single strike. White teeth flashing in his slight grin, he took a few paces back, observing his destruction. The mountainside fell apart, like dominos.
[That be an example of my writing. Hope it fits your standards!]
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