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Character Name: Orikat
Starting Location: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Attributes:
Strength: 100
Ki: 115
Agility: 100
Endurance: 135
You start with 50 technique points (TP). What abilities will you start with?
After Image: Your character Speed Bursts away, leaving behind an illusion of themselves where they once were, causing your opponent to commit to the attack. After Image adds +10% agility to your Speed Burst bonus. It works very well for evading direct attacks.
Damage Rating: None
Actions: Augment
FP Gain: +15
Prerequisites: None
Learning: 50 TP
How did you find this site? Referred.
Were you referred to this site, if so, who referred you? Pav.
Roleplay Sample (250 words): The moccasin traveled crosswise, missed, and tore through space the Telgradian had just occupied; landing back to settle on the floor black as the depths of night. Like a nebulous specter Shinsou moved, as if vanishing and--as Anubis caught him from the corner of his eye--to reappear behind the Salvarian. Shit, he’s faster than before. Anubis spun meanwhile on the same foot. Can’t let him fool me.
Thoughts of such an occurrence was an image engraving itself on the abstract wall of his mind, defying his every command to begone. Like ravenous larvae, it fed upon his qualms, his own undoing.
As he chanced to meet his adversary, Anubis captured a glimpse of one side of the timeless arena. Within a half-second interval black, lilac, and blue formed as one hazy squall. And within the same interim, he thought, Things… his eye settled, deadlocked on the sorcery that ensued. Have taken a turn…
Shinsou had his free hand outstretched, a pale hand held forth and illuminated by black and alluring amaranth. A small, albeit murderous blade conjured; a crepitating dirk liable to do what the sorcerer’s Enpera had once failed at doing. All this transpired in nothing more than a second, where Anubis tensed at the advent of this newborn power. Naught but his hands in his immediate arsenal, the swordsman used his organic appendages to stop a likely mortal blow intended for his flank.
A crash recurred athwart, the iterating of a sound twisted by the meeting of mortal flesh and nefarious sorcery. A bead of sweat oozed at the swordsman’s veined temples. Anubis could feel Shinsou’s strength behind the weapon; a resolve to exact revenge from his once uprooter, to murder him for his own bittersweet justice; buckling under the strain as his heels stamped the earth.
Sample source.
Starting Location: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Attributes:
Strength: 100
Ki: 115
Agility: 100
Endurance: 135
You start with 50 technique points (TP). What abilities will you start with?
After Image: Your character Speed Bursts away, leaving behind an illusion of themselves where they once were, causing your opponent to commit to the attack. After Image adds +10% agility to your Speed Burst bonus. It works very well for evading direct attacks.
Damage Rating: None
Actions: Augment
FP Gain: +15
Prerequisites: None
Learning: 50 TP
How did you find this site? Referred.
Were you referred to this site, if so, who referred you? Pav.
Roleplay Sample (250 words): The moccasin traveled crosswise, missed, and tore through space the Telgradian had just occupied; landing back to settle on the floor black as the depths of night. Like a nebulous specter Shinsou moved, as if vanishing and--as Anubis caught him from the corner of his eye--to reappear behind the Salvarian. Shit, he’s faster than before. Anubis spun meanwhile on the same foot. Can’t let him fool me.
Thoughts of such an occurrence was an image engraving itself on the abstract wall of his mind, defying his every command to begone. Like ravenous larvae, it fed upon his qualms, his own undoing.
As he chanced to meet his adversary, Anubis captured a glimpse of one side of the timeless arena. Within a half-second interval black, lilac, and blue formed as one hazy squall. And within the same interim, he thought, Things… his eye settled, deadlocked on the sorcery that ensued. Have taken a turn…
Shinsou had his free hand outstretched, a pale hand held forth and illuminated by black and alluring amaranth. A small, albeit murderous blade conjured; a crepitating dirk liable to do what the sorcerer’s Enpera had once failed at doing. All this transpired in nothing more than a second, where Anubis tensed at the advent of this newborn power. Naught but his hands in his immediate arsenal, the swordsman used his organic appendages to stop a likely mortal blow intended for his flank.
A crash recurred athwart, the iterating of a sound twisted by the meeting of mortal flesh and nefarious sorcery. A bead of sweat oozed at the swordsman’s veined temples. Anubis could feel Shinsou’s strength behind the weapon; a resolve to exact revenge from his once uprooter, to murder him for his own bittersweet justice; buckling under the strain as his heels stamped the earth.
Sample source.
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