Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2019 0:42:50 GMT
Character Name: Bardock
Canon or original character: Canon
Face Claim: Bardock
Character Race: Saiyan
Character Racial Traits:
Zenkai: Boost to battle gains depending on HP remaining after fight:
Evolved for battle: Your Saiyan genes have evolved over millennia for battle. Allows an extra action every other turn in battle.
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: “Don’t know. Kind of pointless to keep track of something so trite when you’re conquering planets.”
Character Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Starting Items:
Battleworn Saiyan Army Scouter: An old scouter that has definitely seen better days (Slot: Head | +5% Durability | Allows use of Sense technique | Activation brings +5% ki in combat for 5 turns)
Relic Space Pod: An extremely old spacecraft (Holds 1 person | No add-on slots | 5 day travel time)
Starting Technique:
Telepathy N/A A brief and quick picture of an incoming attack is played before your mind and gives you just enough time to react. This can be used to evade two physical actions in a battle or one ki attack below tier 4. Boosts agility by 75% and costs no ki to use.
Kidney Strike
9%
10% Str
The user aims for the kidney's of a foe (or what would pass as one in a target), and inflicts a hard strike or stab. Blackout 2, Disable.
Distribute 500 SP (skill points) between your four stats
Strength: 125
Ki: 125
Agility: 150
Durability:100
Personality: Bardock is a militaristic Saiyan through and through. Rough around the edges, yet polished in the arts of war, Bardock focuses on the pragmatic things in life. Will it make him a better warrior? Does this provide a better tactical advantage? Do things really appear as they seem? He approaches things with a certain skepticism, unwilling to allow himself to take things at face value given his own experiences as a warrior for the Saiyan cause. While he will follow orders as given to him, he is not willing to trust easily unless someone has proven their worth. As such, he is often very blunt and straightforward-especially with people that he has a low opinion of. He will call a spade a spade, regardless of how you feel about the matter.
This paints him in a rather terse light at times, given how abrasive he can seem with his penchant for cutting through bullshit and getting to the heart of the matter. However, that is all a matter of his public face. In more private settings, with his closely guarded circle of friends or a mate, he tends to be more thoughtful in his opinions. While not the warmest or sentimental, he will provide support to those he deems worthy of it and crack an easy joke when the opportunity presents itself.
History: “...History is pretty unimportant. Get’s forgotten as quickly as it comes along, buried and burned just as quick as a Saiyan makes planetfall. Ask for something with some value.”
Sample RP: Bardock could barely see the stars through the thick blanket of smoke that had gathered within the atmosphere, the smoldering remains of what once was a thriving civilization a sign of a job well done. It hadn’t been the first time that he had seen such a sight-the winds hot from the blazing, blowing ash and the scent of burning flesh that carried; it was something that came with every instance of planet fall he made. There was the token struggle, a few challenges but otherwise? It was wholesale slaughter. Blood soaked the dirt and permacrete, singed bodies lined the gutters and the cries of the dying filled the air. This scene was all too familiar to him, the ruin of a once proud world, and offered little amusement these days.
Alas, it was all in a day’s work.
He couldn’t remember the particular name of the race that once inhabited this world. Odd creatures, they were, with their bodies that reminded him of oversized insects. Carapaces of varying color, size and shape, when they weren’t shriveled and charred black, and claws with lengths that would’ve threatened the inexperienced. For him though, they were of no real threat. While superficial wounds lined his arms, those bleeding cuts were shallow grazes. The sweat that had seeped into those little scratches and scrapes were more offensive in the end. Worse still? They hadn’t even been able to put ki to use. They were an easy target, well and truly below him, but they were a target nonetheless even if it was a waste of his talents. Perhaps this would’ve been something worthy of the younger Saiyans, hungry for battle and raring to prove themselves to their peers. For him? This was an afterthought. This was something he’d forget in due time, like he had so many worlds before.
Shaking his head to himself, he carefully pushed himself off of the rubble of what once was a meeting place of some sort, or so he imagined-his back arching as he rose, arms and legs going ramrod straight in an effort to induce something of a stretch. While the damage he had taken was minimal, effort was still effort. His muscles would be sore on the trip back to his homeworld, the ache a gentle reminder of the strength gained in the end. It was only when he was satisfied that he was reaching up to tap at the scouter upon his ear, opening up a line of communication to the nearest PTO cruiser that monitored his progress. “Status update: Mission complete. Loss of life, near total. Send in the cleaning crew,” he spoke, his tone firm and authoritative. He waited for confirmation from on high before he was pressing another button on his scouter, activating the recall function on his pod.
An explosion sounded off in the distance, the noise booming and forceful. However, it was lost within the din of fire and failing structures, which crumbled as supports gave way. The latter sound was enough to draw his attention, his gaze wandering toward the blackened remains of a building as the upper floors began to cave in, gradually causing the structure to pancake beneath the weight. It would’ve been a powerful sight, the collapse of something seen as strong and yet truly so fragile, that would’ve held some philosophical worth if he weren’t so jaded. Instead, it was only a dim distraction until a sharp series of beeps rang within his ear. His pod was approaching.
Turning his back on the rubble, he stood silent as the pod gently floated down into view-the door opening with a gentle, welcoming chime as it settled into the ruins beneath his feet. Without hesitation, he was climbing into the pod-the moulded interior forcing him to cram his muscular frame inside in less than comfortable fashion. Comfort wasn’t something he was concerned with though, so long as it performed the intended purpose. Another chime sounded out, the door closing with a soft mechanical whine, followed by a hiss as it sealed tight.
A button was pressed, hailing frequencies reopened. “What’s my next objective,” he questioned his previous contact as his fingers went about engaging the engines. No answer came immediately, his head tilting to the side as he glanced out the porthole in front of him. He was about to press the call button again before the stereo systems crackled to life.
“Return to Planet Vegeta. Communications to Imperial Palace lost. Discover cause and provide SITREP.”
The Saiyan couldn’t help but look taken aback as he processed the orders given. Something was happening on his home world, yet he was being sent to look into it? There were countless other Saiyans in the field who could provide the same, he imagined. Had they even tried, or had they failed? Or maybe he was one of many? There were too many possibilities, but despite his confusion on the matter, he was quick to punch in the appropriate coordinates. “Understood,” he finally replied before pressing a final key.
Suddenly, there was upward movement-the pod shooting into the air at impressive speed. There was turbulence, the pod shaking angrily as it punched a hole through the stratusphere and carved deeper through the world’s protective outer layers. But that was all old hat, he found. Part and parcel to his day to day activities. He was more focused on the task at hand, his mind wracking itself as he tried to consider what could’ve caused problem enough on Vegeta that he was being recalled to the planet.
--He’stryingtokillus
A sudden flash of thought, his mind filled with images of fire and fury, the shaking of the ground and searing pain before a mind shattering explosion. His eyes closed tight, his jaw clenching to the point that he swore he could hear a tooth crack. Pain-his head was filled with so much pain. And yet, as quickly as it had come it was gone. All that was left was a line of sweat, cold and damp, trickling down his spine. For a few seconds, he had to remind himself of just how to breathe. What was that? That feeling, that sensation...it was so strange and foreign. So...frightening. Ultimately though, it was just distracting. He had to remind himself that there was a task at hand, work that must be done.
At least, he thought dimly to himself, he could finally see the stars up here.
The rest would sort itself out in time.
Referred By: Wilbur
