May 22, 2023 13:48:36 GMT -5
Post by knives on May 22, 2023 13:48:36 GMT -5
Name: Knives
Age: 20
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Cerealien
Transformation Path:
Racial Traits:
Items:
Fighting Style:
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: A description or a link to the image is fine.
Personality:
On the outside she's a cold, distant individual who has a hard time getting close to people, chiefly because there are an abundance of people who'll use someone because of something they lack and use them to gain what they've been searching, more importantly toss them away as if they were nothing to them. Of course life is teeming with well meaning individuals who're genuinely helpful and supportive, however, it doesn't change the fact that one bad apple spoils the entire bunch. Despite her reluctance in her pursuit for closer relationships she is often the slowest when it comes to getting close to others for it'll take quite some time before she's willing to open up to someone. She tends to be straightforward with her words, never one to shy from voicing her opinion about someone or something. She's more likely to disagree with someone, should their ideas prove to be inane to her or worthless. As such she doesn't tag along as much with others, preferring to do things on her on, simply because being alone means she isn't distracted by anything that isn't relevant to the mission.
She's an exasperated individual who's seldom satisfied with the corollaries of her training for she strives to blot out the weaknesses that causes her confidence to plummet and making what people say about her a reality. As such she strives to grow out of her weakness so that she can become a strong and dependable individual who doesn't neat tricks or gimmicks to turn the tide of battle to her favor. Because of her pride she's too stubborn to look for other ways to get out of a sticky situation as she dislikes relying on things, due to the fact that it makes it seem as if she wasn't good enough. For the record, she does take time to herself to focus on other things instead of training for she'd rather focus on other things that could help her improve but will more likely be a last ditch thing, should nothing else prove useful. She doesn't openly divulge in personal matters, preferring to remain enigmatic. However, she doesn't mind listening to what other people have to say about themselves, for she's suprisingly an understanding individual despite how often she comes across as someone who doesn't care much about things that aren't related to her goals.
History: Your character's past; life events, any significant instance that shaped your character into the way they are, etc. It can be as long or short as you want, from putting these events in a list or into paragraphs.
Techniques: List your techniques here. You start with 6/6 TP(Technique Points) which you can use to create Techniques!
Roleplay Sample:
The intense summer heat made knives want to strip everything off of her body as the air did as little as a soft kiss on the cheek with her midnight black hair waving, but alas public indecency wouldn't be tolerated on a place called earth. Not that she would ever take her close off for any given reason even if the sun is scorching the earth with it's heat of torment. Luckily though there's been many hotspots in town selling decent priced cold beverages and ice cream for one to buy. As she strolled along the side walk, she'd seen few folks abandon their shirts because of the weather. Well built men puffing their manly chests out while most girls her age don bras as if they were all heading to the local swimming pool. Knives chose to keep her skin concealed, save for the arms and legs as she don her usual school uniform; a single skirt and a white colored down t-shirt. It was enough for the wind to brush pass her skin even though she didn't pick the appropriate attire for this dreaded weather.
As she neared the shopping district she began hearing loud commotion within one of the clothing store as voices clashing each other. Each one was louder than the other. Her defeated expression written on her face was now replaced with confusion and curiosity. Her thoughts battled each other, fighting over whether she should check what the fuss is all about. Initially her instincts told her that it's probably a gaggle of raving fans vying for an autograph as there'd usually be famous movie actors or singers just wanting to mind their own business, enjoying what little free time they're allowed to spend before going back to get themselves absorbed into their careers. However, the closer she got to the source of the sound, the more intense it would grow as a loud bang tore through the sky. She startled for a moment as she witnessed the shattering of glass from the front of a store, followed by the tapping of footfalls flooding out of the store. Immediately she caught eye on a quartet of armed bad guys touting guns and a bag of money. The beanie guy aimed towards her direction where the fleeing civilians were headed and released a bullet from the mouth of the gun, she simply tilted her head slightly as the bullet whizzed past her hair, only shaving a couple inches of it.
Knives sighed as she made a running start and leapt high in the air. The short haired thug spotted a shadowy siloutues sliding on the ground, spreading both of its arms out. Soon as the short haired thug lifted his head, his face met Knives bottom left shoe. The other three haulted to turn their attention to the random flying school chick who interrupted the quarters get a way. As the shade man attempted to aim his gun at the acrobatic school girl, she planted herself behind the shorthaired man, twisting his left arm to disarm the gun and held the weapon in her free hand, causing the trio to freeze. She held the gun to the shorthaired thugs temple while surveying her surroundings. Just as the shorthaired thug attempted to headbut Knives, she used her strength to flip the thug over to the opposite side where the beanie wearing thug was pointing his gun. She flipped the shorthaired thug in time for the beanie wearing thugs bullet slammed into the guys stomach while she used the gun that she pilfered from the man's hand to shoot at the glasses thugs leg, causing him to tumble on the scorching payment.
Age: 20
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Cerealien
Transformation Path:
Racial Traits:
Items:
Fighting Style:
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: A description or a link to the image is fine.
Personality:
On the outside she's a cold, distant individual who has a hard time getting close to people, chiefly because there are an abundance of people who'll use someone because of something they lack and use them to gain what they've been searching, more importantly toss them away as if they were nothing to them. Of course life is teeming with well meaning individuals who're genuinely helpful and supportive, however, it doesn't change the fact that one bad apple spoils the entire bunch. Despite her reluctance in her pursuit for closer relationships she is often the slowest when it comes to getting close to others for it'll take quite some time before she's willing to open up to someone. She tends to be straightforward with her words, never one to shy from voicing her opinion about someone or something. She's more likely to disagree with someone, should their ideas prove to be inane to her or worthless. As such she doesn't tag along as much with others, preferring to do things on her on, simply because being alone means she isn't distracted by anything that isn't relevant to the mission.
She's an exasperated individual who's seldom satisfied with the corollaries of her training for she strives to blot out the weaknesses that causes her confidence to plummet and making what people say about her a reality. As such she strives to grow out of her weakness so that she can become a strong and dependable individual who doesn't neat tricks or gimmicks to turn the tide of battle to her favor. Because of her pride she's too stubborn to look for other ways to get out of a sticky situation as she dislikes relying on things, due to the fact that it makes it seem as if she wasn't good enough. For the record, she does take time to herself to focus on other things instead of training for she'd rather focus on other things that could help her improve but will more likely be a last ditch thing, should nothing else prove useful. She doesn't openly divulge in personal matters, preferring to remain enigmatic. However, she doesn't mind listening to what other people have to say about themselves, for she's suprisingly an understanding individual despite how often she comes across as someone who doesn't care much about things that aren't related to her goals.
History: Your character's past; life events, any significant instance that shaped your character into the way they are, etc. It can be as long or short as you want, from putting these events in a list or into paragraphs.
Techniques: List your techniques here. You start with 6/6 TP(Technique Points) which you can use to create Techniques!
Roleplay Sample:
The intense summer heat made knives want to strip everything off of her body as the air did as little as a soft kiss on the cheek with her midnight black hair waving, but alas public indecency wouldn't be tolerated on a place called earth. Not that she would ever take her close off for any given reason even if the sun is scorching the earth with it's heat of torment. Luckily though there's been many hotspots in town selling decent priced cold beverages and ice cream for one to buy. As she strolled along the side walk, she'd seen few folks abandon their shirts because of the weather. Well built men puffing their manly chests out while most girls her age don bras as if they were all heading to the local swimming pool. Knives chose to keep her skin concealed, save for the arms and legs as she don her usual school uniform; a single skirt and a white colored down t-shirt. It was enough for the wind to brush pass her skin even though she didn't pick the appropriate attire for this dreaded weather.
As she neared the shopping district she began hearing loud commotion within one of the clothing store as voices clashing each other. Each one was louder than the other. Her defeated expression written on her face was now replaced with confusion and curiosity. Her thoughts battled each other, fighting over whether she should check what the fuss is all about. Initially her instincts told her that it's probably a gaggle of raving fans vying for an autograph as there'd usually be famous movie actors or singers just wanting to mind their own business, enjoying what little free time they're allowed to spend before going back to get themselves absorbed into their careers. However, the closer she got to the source of the sound, the more intense it would grow as a loud bang tore through the sky. She startled for a moment as she witnessed the shattering of glass from the front of a store, followed by the tapping of footfalls flooding out of the store. Immediately she caught eye on a quartet of armed bad guys touting guns and a bag of money. The beanie guy aimed towards her direction where the fleeing civilians were headed and released a bullet from the mouth of the gun, she simply tilted her head slightly as the bullet whizzed past her hair, only shaving a couple inches of it.
Knives sighed as she made a running start and leapt high in the air. The short haired thug spotted a shadowy siloutues sliding on the ground, spreading both of its arms out. Soon as the short haired thug lifted his head, his face met Knives bottom left shoe. The other three haulted to turn their attention to the random flying school chick who interrupted the quarters get a way. As the shade man attempted to aim his gun at the acrobatic school girl, she planted herself behind the shorthaired man, twisting his left arm to disarm the gun and held the weapon in her free hand, causing the trio to freeze. She held the gun to the shorthaired thugs temple while surveying her surroundings. Just as the shorthaired thug attempted to headbut Knives, she used her strength to flip the thug over to the opposite side where the beanie wearing thug was pointing his gun. She flipped the shorthaired thug in time for the beanie wearing thugs bullet slammed into the guys stomach while she used the gun that she pilfered from the man's hand to shoot at the glasses thugs leg, causing him to tumble on the scorching payment.
