Post by marjorie on Dec 28, 2023 22:38:25 GMT
Character Name: Marjorie
Canon Character or Original Character: Original
Face Claim: Original
Character Race: Alien
Character Racial Traits: Tough Hides, Exceptional Talents (durability)
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 1,786
Character Alignment: Immoral
Starting Planet: Hera
Starting Items: Space Leather Belt, Depleted Personal Teleporter
Starting Package: Package B
Stats:
Strength: 8,250
Ki: 0
Agility: 750
Durability: 6,000
Techniques (if any): Gigantic Press (10TP), Dragon Rush (15TP), Dragon Fist (20TP)
Personality: Resting bitch face, very cranky and constantly complains about her arthritis and back problems. Wants to retire, but doesn’t have the funds nor satisfaction to do so. Has a high respect for any sort of martial activity. Takes little joy in killing, but handing out “warrior’s deaths” to those who deserve it is deeply satisfying.
Takes it a lot easier than her younger days, though part of her wishes to have one last hurrah before the reaper finds her. Comes from a tribe of savage conqueror warrior poets, though she isn’t the poetic type.
History: Marjorie’s glory days are behind her. She fought as one of the highest ranking champions in the Empire of Cassiopeiae; a diverse hodge podge of conquered tribes led by a long-dead monarch with a much shorter lifespan than her.
Faced with the kingdom’s demise at the hands of a collapsed bureaucracy and over-extension, Marjorie fled the system with her meager funds in search of retirement and a special kind of fun.
Sample RP: Marjorie’s striped war paint seemed to warp back and forth with every lift. She was doing pull ups on a branch attached to an incredibly massive and strong tree. Weights that were five times her size hung beneath her feet on a chain wrapped around her ankles.
“Forty thousand nine hundred and ninety nine... fifty thousand,” she flexed her ankles and broke the chains, causing the enormous weights to crash onto the forest. Marjorie climbed onto the branch and sat down, admiring the flora surrounding her. It was night time, though her race could see in the dark with ease. The leaves and grass were blue, much like the denizens of Hera. Faded memories of her home planet wandered through her mind. It was covered with dangerous jungles that threatened to overtake the prosperous tribal cities that were carved through bloodshed. The wild animals were almost as intelligent as the average Earthling, and formed sort of pseudo-civilizations that were hell-bent on killing off Marjorie’s race in a bid for sole control of the world.
Then the Cassiopeian’s invaded. According to the monarch, it was the hardest fought conquest of his galactic campaign. Millions perished in days, a single warrior from Marjorie’s race was worth at least ten Cassiopeians. After twenty years of constant fighting, Marjorie’s tribe was the last to be overwhelmed by the Empire.
She rubbed her back. “The kids in this system got it too good...”
Referred By: I’m Snap.