Post by Deleted on May 30, 2020 21:12:17 GMT
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Character Name: Bro Lee
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: Johnny Bravo
Character Race: Human
Character Racial Traits:Determination: +25 Max Fatigue, Learn fast or die young: -20% TP requirement for techs.
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 28
Character Alignment: Virtuous
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items: Old Coupon - An old coupon clipped from a magazine. Can be exchanged for a one-off training session with a master of opposing alignment (Consumable | Other requirements must first be met), Dirty Baseball Cap - A dirty, but perfectly fitting cap with your favorite team's logo embroidered on it (Slot: Head | +10% Durability)
Starting Technique: Barrier Punch: Fatigue-10, Damage 11% Str, Physical. The user forms a small barrier around their fist to increase the power of their punches.
Can be charged up to 2x, each charge adding 5% Ki to the damage.
If Charged, Hard to Barrier, and treated as a Dual-Stat Tech.
Stats:
Strength:125
Ki:125
Agility:100
Durability:150
Personality: Bro Lee is a world-class surfer, an award-winning animal rights advocate, holds honorary doctorates in ethics and morality from the most prestigious universities on Earth, and most importantly: vegan. Bro Lee is dedicated to gaining strength to protect the planet he loves, even if it means violating his personal doctrine of Active Pacifism. Lee holds no contempt for members of other races or species. Bro Lee is deeply proud of his perfect blonde pompadour and has a patent on the biodegradable, organic hair gel that he invented. Having grown up among other “brodies” Bro Lee has a thick surfer accent and will often call others “brah”,” bro”, or “Brodie”. Don’t let his slang fool you however, Bro Lee is extensively trained in ethics, aesthetics, epistemology, and political philosophy. In addition to his mental strength, Bro Lee is an amateur weightlifter and uses the money he’s earned from his competitions to build schools for less-fortunate children.
History: Bro Lee was orphaned as a very young child when his parents died trying to catch the largest wave his home village had ever seen. Lee was raised collectively by his village and was taught to respect all life on Earth. As a teenager, Lee showed immense intelligence and was accepted into the most advanced university in Central City. While in college, Lee became passionate about philosophy and authored several papers on the philosophy of veganism, of which he became a staunch proponent. Lee has also started several charitable organizations for the downtrodden poor and for animal rights. After university Lee went on to win the World Surfing Tournament three years in a row, before being asked to not return as no one could compete. He then turned his attention to combat sports and became a protege of Hercule Satan. Bro Lee has hopes to become stronger and defend the planet he loves from threats both domestic and foreign.
Sample RP:
Bro Lee sighed as he made his way back to his hotel room, surfboard under his arm. The ocean would not cooperate today like he had hoped it would, with the charity work he had been doing lately Lee had not had the time to catch waves like he would have wanted so this was a big disappointment. The sun beat down on the beach, scorching the sand, the water, and Lee, making him glad for the sunblock he had on. To make matters worse Lee’s flip-flops had gone missing from his spot on the beach, making walking on the hot sand almost unbearable. Lee knew the only thing that could fix this day was a stiff cocktail and perhaps a massage from the hotel spa, the masseuse he’d seen last time might just be on duty today.
Unfortunately, Lee was shaken from his thoughts of bootylicious masseuses by a loud shouting further down the beach. Two men were standing over a much younger one that Lee had met earlier. The younger man, named Sam, was a tourist from out of town and wanted to try his hand at surfing. Having seen him struggle with the surfboard, Lee had given him a few tips on how to ride the board before setting out on his own. From the looks of things, it seemed as though not all of the beachgoers took as kindly to tourists as Lee did.
The two men were standing over the distraught tourist, blocking him from leaving. “...You don’t even know how to mount your board, why are you even on our beach, Benny?” one of the surfers taunted, kicking sand in Sam’s face. Sam sputtered and wipe his face, but the assailants kept kicking sand at him. The other surfer spoke in a particularly dumb accent, ”Yeah, dumbass.” The bullies kept this behavior up until they noticed the musclebound man standing behind them.
Turning to face their challenger the two surfers forgot about sam, allowing him a chance to run and hide behind the beach changing outhouses. The surfers looked Lee up and down and then to each other. Lee made an imposing sight for the two men, silhouetted by the sun, his only visible features his muscles and a scowl. One of the surfers finally broke the silence, “Suh, Brah?”
“Leave the Benny alone,” Lee answered. He locked eyes with the man who spoke, boring into him. Lee dropped the surfboard and answered the man’s unasked question, ”Or else.”
The two men rushed Lee one on either side, fists raised and shouting. Hoping to end the fight with as little blood wasted as possible, Lee dug his left foot into the sand and kicked up, spreading sand into the air and in the eyes of the bully to his left. Taking this opportunity Lee sprung forward to the enemy with sight intact. Lee hit the bully with a quick jab to the face before reeling back with his right arm and knocking the wind out of the man. As Lee moved to finish the man off with an uppercut, he felt the pull of the other surfer grabbing onto his arm. Lee kicked back into his attacker’s shin, knocking him away and off-balance. Turning, Lee kicked the bully in the side. He continued pressing the attack, throwing punches that the man could barely block. However, before Lee could deliver the finishing blow, he felt an intense pain in the back of his skull and was knocked to the ground.
All Lee could feel was the ringing in his ears and intense, blinding pain. Above that though, he was confused, how could some random beach morons have gotten a hit in on him? He began to crawl away towards the hotel that loomed overhead in the distance until he became aware of a sound above him. Standing above Lee were the two surfers, one of which was carrying half of a surfboard that he had broken over Lee’s head. As Lee realized what was about to happen he heard one of the surfers taunting him, “Ha! This guy thought he could get the better of us.” Lee tried to brace himself, but the flurry of kicks was too much for him to block.
Lee knew what to do next. As he felt the kicks rain down on him, he focused his mind on channeling his energy to his right hand. Had the surfers been paying any attention they would have noticed the blue ball that had formed itself around Lee’s right hand. Lee started to blackout and knew that this punch had to count, even if the angle was awkward. Charging his energy until he felt he couldn’t stay awake any longer, he pulled his fist back. Whispering to himself, much too quietly for his attackers to hear, Lee said, “Barrier Punch,” and slammed his hand into the leg of the surfer.
The leg of the surfer burst open, spurting blood onto Lee. The surfer screamed wildly as he fell onto the sand. He clutched his leg, accidentally grabbing onto the exposed bone, causing him to scream even louder. The other surfer had stopped kicking when he realized the condition his friend was in. Other beachgoers had begun to gather around this sight of the screaming men and the blood-stained sand. One of the bystanders rushed back to the hotel to alert the authorities, alarming the surfer left standing. Not wanting to answer any questions, he pulled his bleeding friend away from the beach and into their car.
Lee lay still on the sand, doused in blood. All he could feel was exhaustion, pain, and disappointment. Lee had never felt worse in his life. He couldn’t understand how he had slipped to such a place where beach thugs could knock him down, much less do as much damage as they did. He knew that things were going to be different from now on.
Lee stared at the sky until a familiar face came into view above him, Sam. The pale tourist was fully clothed now and was holding out a hand to help Lee up. Lee gratefully accepted the help and stood. Handing Lee a towel, Sam asked, “Are you alright?” Lee wiped the blood off of himself and thought about the question. His fatigue was fading, but it only gave way to more disappointment.
Sam supported Lee as they began to walk back to the hotel. The other guests gawked as the pair made their way through the lobby and on to the elevator. They rode up to Lee’s floor in a silence that was only broken by the muzak being piped in through the elevator speakers. As they approached the door to Lee’s hotel room, he finally answered Sam’s question, “I’m mad. I’m madder at myself than I thought possible. But I’m gonna fix it.” And with another quick thanks, Lee left Sam in the hallway.
Lee collapsed onto the bed, his mind racing. He knew that tomorrow he would have to cancel all of his future plans and make a lot of hard calls. But things had to change, other people can host the charity events, but no one else can make Bro Lee stronger except himself. Tonight though, all Lee had to do was sleep. Before he drifted off to sleep Lee had one last thought, “I wish I could have just gotten that massage.”
Referred By: Snap
