Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2018 4:36:14 GMT
Character Name: Cold
Canon or original character: Canon
Face Claim: N/A
Character Race: Changeling
Character Racial Traits: Natural Power: All gains increased by 10%
Transformer: 1/2 normal Transformation upkeep
Character Gender:
Character Age: Roughly two centuries.
Character Alignment: Evil
Starting Planet: H.F.I.L
Starting Items:
Repaired PTO Scouter: An older model scouter that's been repaired more times than you can count (Slot: Head | +5% Durability | Allows use of Sense technique | Activation brings +5% ki in combat for 5 turns)
Henchmen “R” Us: A voucher for the infamous store of the same name. Trade it in to get a free henchman (or woman) of your choice! (Free follower | one time only)
Starting Technique: Death Beam
Distribute 500 SP (skill points) between your four stats
Strength: 125
Ki: 125
Agility: 125
Durability: 125
Personality: Cold is defined by his pride, having an incredibly high opinion of himself. He acts like a professional in most regards, approaching life with a calm demeanor and acting with confidence due to his high opinion of himself. He acts like a very refined and well mannered individual- and truly, he is, despite his moral failings. This leads to a natural arrogance, as Cold views himself as being higher than most- even when events prove this to be untrue. To expand on his business-like demeanor, Cold is also extremely opportunistic and is always looking to make the best of each scenario for himself. In that vein, he hates wasting time, as he considers it a wasted opportunity. He fancies himself to be quite intelligent, and prides himself on being well educated on matters.
History: Skipping
Sample RP:
It was a Cold day in Hell.
The once-King had fallen back into the pits of the underworld, betrayed and forced from his throne; and by his own son nonetheless. As the Ogres lowered his spirit back into darkness, a deep dejection had fallen over the Changeling lord. . . a shroud over his proud soul. Just what was he to do now? Without a throne, without any of his old power, Cold found himself at the lowest point he had ever been. He lamented his fate and laid forlorn by the blood pond of Hell as he meditated on what was to come next.
And then it struck him.
Revenge. He stirred from where he sat and popped up, rearing himself to his full height, flexing his old muscle. He had built an empire once, taken hundreds of planets. . . he could do it again, and smack it out of the hands of that ingrate Frieza. It would take time. It would take effort. But nothing in business came easy, he thought as he descended deeper into Hell to begin his comeback. With a modicum of training, scheming, and a little bit of his business savvy, Cold thought- no, he knew, he could take his empire back and put his son Frieza down here in his stead.
Referred By: Technically not referred, but Thrakon ultimately convinced me to join!
