Post by Roark on Jul 16, 2012 0:04:11 GMT -5
Name: Roark
Alias: Ryan
Race: Saiyan
Age: Late Twenties
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:
Personality: Roark was the epitome of Saiyan before his time on Earth. He was ruthless but cunning, strong and determined, and as serious as a heart attack. Despite living what amounted to a life of luxury on Planet Vegeta he was far from spoiled and worked hard to become one of the Elite. His only fault was his bloodlust and his thirst for battle which, when dealing with Saiyans, was actually one of his strong points. He's killed many and has destroyed planets for sport; Yes, he was a true Saiyan.
But he was also curious. Like the animal whose tail his own resembled, he could be easily intrigued and always wanted to try new things. For a Saiyan, going to Earth was the worse possible thing he could have ever done. Once he attempted to blend in with the Humans, even if only temporarily so he could find the Prince, he was quickly infected by their behaviors. His bloodlust and violence made him stand out as most Humans would shy away from such things. So he suppressed his urges.
And once he tasted the liquid known as "alcohol" it was a downward spiral from then on. The Humans drag him to parties, something he was somewhat familiar with. He had assumed it was like a feast like back on his home world but all he found was loud music, scantly clad women, and liquor; lots and lots of liquor. Eventually he mellowed out, becoming something of a party animal. Smoking and drinking and always looking to have fun.
There is still some Saiyan left in him, but it might take a bit of a push to bring it out.
History: Born and raised on New Vegeta he lead the life of a warrior in the employ of the Royal Palace. Because of this he never wanted for just about anything and always had the best tools available to grow into a capable warrior. Much like the ruthless Saiyan's in rule, he used his power to oppress others and sated his thirst of battle on those less fortunate than himself. Despite his calm demeanor he eventually ended up in the business of Planet controlling, however he destroyed more than he helped take over.
Seeing his drive he was soon given the task of seeking out a particular Saiyan on a small planet known as "Earth". He was to seek out "Prince Vegeta" and escort him back to New Vegeta, but not before helping him wipe out the pathetic race of Humans that inhabited the planet. "Simple Enough," he had said only to be told it would not be that simple. The prince had been living on that planet for a while and had yet to take control leading them to assume the Humans were stronger than they had anticipated.
He was to find the prince and assist him in anyway he needed, no matter how long it took. In addition he was to find the reason for the Prince's long absence.
Again, "Simple Enough."
Upon arriving on Planet Earth he discovered that he found the Humans and their "simple" way of life interested him. He began to blend in, hiding his tail and assimilating himself in their culture. Slowly but surely his bloodlust waned and he actually began to like Earth and it's Humans, especially their women. Not only that but he picked up on their habits such as drinking and smoking, generally losing himself in parties and fun. It was a full year before he decided to actively search for the prince...
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Roleplay Sample:
Alias: Ryan
Race: Saiyan
Age: Late Twenties
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:
Personality: Roark was the epitome of Saiyan before his time on Earth. He was ruthless but cunning, strong and determined, and as serious as a heart attack. Despite living what amounted to a life of luxury on Planet Vegeta he was far from spoiled and worked hard to become one of the Elite. His only fault was his bloodlust and his thirst for battle which, when dealing with Saiyans, was actually one of his strong points. He's killed many and has destroyed planets for sport; Yes, he was a true Saiyan.
But he was also curious. Like the animal whose tail his own resembled, he could be easily intrigued and always wanted to try new things. For a Saiyan, going to Earth was the worse possible thing he could have ever done. Once he attempted to blend in with the Humans, even if only temporarily so he could find the Prince, he was quickly infected by their behaviors. His bloodlust and violence made him stand out as most Humans would shy away from such things. So he suppressed his urges.
And once he tasted the liquid known as "alcohol" it was a downward spiral from then on. The Humans drag him to parties, something he was somewhat familiar with. He had assumed it was like a feast like back on his home world but all he found was loud music, scantly clad women, and liquor; lots and lots of liquor. Eventually he mellowed out, becoming something of a party animal. Smoking and drinking and always looking to have fun.
There is still some Saiyan left in him, but it might take a bit of a push to bring it out.
History: Born and raised on New Vegeta he lead the life of a warrior in the employ of the Royal Palace. Because of this he never wanted for just about anything and always had the best tools available to grow into a capable warrior. Much like the ruthless Saiyan's in rule, he used his power to oppress others and sated his thirst of battle on those less fortunate than himself. Despite his calm demeanor he eventually ended up in the business of Planet controlling, however he destroyed more than he helped take over.
Seeing his drive he was soon given the task of seeking out a particular Saiyan on a small planet known as "Earth". He was to seek out "Prince Vegeta" and escort him back to New Vegeta, but not before helping him wipe out the pathetic race of Humans that inhabited the planet. "Simple Enough," he had said only to be told it would not be that simple. The prince had been living on that planet for a while and had yet to take control leading them to assume the Humans were stronger than they had anticipated.
He was to find the prince and assist him in anyway he needed, no matter how long it took. In addition he was to find the reason for the Prince's long absence.
Again, "Simple Enough."
Upon arriving on Planet Earth he discovered that he found the Humans and their "simple" way of life interested him. He began to blend in, hiding his tail and assimilating himself in their culture. Slowly but surely his bloodlust waned and he actually began to like Earth and it's Humans, especially their women. Not only that but he picked up on their habits such as drinking and smoking, generally losing himself in parties and fun. It was a full year before he decided to actively search for the prince...
Powers and Techniques:
- Power Ball - Creates a fake Moon.
- Shockwave - Creates an explosion with two fingers.
- Soul Punch - Releases Ki from the knuckles at the point of contact during a punch. Meant to crush bones on contact with immense concussive force!
- Heel Stomp - A powerful stomp that can destroy solid steel! Imagine what it does to a person.
- Power Ball Kick - Kicking a Power Ball like a Soccer Ball it will ricochet off an opponent and into the sky!
Roleplay Sample:
[pink]"Oh, Ryan! You're, like, so funny!"[/pink] cooed the attractive blond clinging to his left arm. She giggled loudly, the alcohol in her Apple-tini apparently going to her head.
Roark chuckled himself, partly at his own joke and partly at how pathetic Humans could be. They were the ones to introduce him to the wonders of Alcohol but they themselves could barely hold their own against him. Even the more experienced drinkers were slurring and stumbling by the time he was even a little buzzed. They were, however, very entertaining when they tried so hard to keep up.
"Ha! Whatever you say, Babe!" he chortled, ignoring the fact he could not remember the woman's name. Britney? Ashley? It ended in a "y" he was fairly sure, but he honestly could care less. After all his eyes were firmly on the figure of another woman sitting at the bar across from him. He had been eying her since she came through the door, dressed in a dark hoodie, black shorts, and boots. 'What can I say, I've developed a thing for goth chicks,' he thought to himself.
The blond on his arm noticed where he was staring and tug him toward her. [pink]"-H-Hey! Where are you looking?!"[/pink] he accused, pouting. She was awfully possessive...
Roark pried himself from her grip and made his way toward the girl at the bar. Ironically, she was also blond.... or was that a coincidence? Either way, he grinned widely at her as he lend on the bar, lower his shades to peer at her. She took one look at him, her black painted lips curling into a frown.
[purple]"Get lost."[/purple]
'Oh, I love it when the play hard to get.'
He really, really like Earth.
