Post by Majin Zam on Aug 31, 2019 11:50:28 GMT -8
Name: Zam
"I like many names! Zam, Zee, Pinky, Bubblegum... But if you call me Zammy, I’m gonna have to hurt you."
Species: Majin
"Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is!"
Age: 18 (in earth years)
"I'm not a kid anymore..."
Gender: Female
"Yup! See?"
Appearance: At a quick glance, Zam resembles a tomboyish teenage girl with a short, messy haircut and soft features. She stands at 5'3" (159 cm) and weighs about 121 lbs. (55 kg). Her toned figure holds distinct feminine shapeliness along with some solid muscle. She possesses all the common Majin traits, including a pliable, pink body, thin tentacles imitating hair, black sclera, as well as sets of small holes running along her head, chest and arms. Usually her pupils are a shiny shade of gold, but they tend to turn red when she is especially upset.
When it comes to clothing, she prefers simple and sporty wear. Colors and style hardly matter, as long as she deems the costume comfy. Easy mobility is a must. As a result she usually wears clothingstolen borrowed from random clotheslines. Tank tops, shorts and sneakers are a common sight. Her wardrobe also contains lots of loose t-shirts decorated with funny slogans.
Every time her regular clothes get ruined or she has to extensively regenerate, she reverts back to the traditional Majin look. She dons a black bandeau and baggy white pants held up by a black belt. The golden buckle depicts the Majin symbol. Black boots with gold trimmings match her black arm sleeves and gold bracelets.
"Hm? Where do I keep my spare clothes? Nyeh hee~ Is a secret~!"
Personality: The first thing to note about Zam is that she is a bubbly chatterbox among allies and enemies alike. While her conversational skills have been steadily improving, sometimes she still gets so excited that she slips back into simplistic third person. She absolutely loves all sorts of quips, jokes and banter. Getting her to shut up is a challenge, while getting her to take something seriously is nearly impossible. Even when she is angry or hurt, the gleeful, childish chime rarely leaves her speech completely.
However, a childish Majin is still a Majin. Energetic, chaotic and mischievous. Unfortunately for everyone around her, she has no sense of moderation, combined with a pretty poor sense of right and wrong. Saying that she goes dangerously overboard is putting it mildly. When she wants snacks, she has to get as much as she can eat. While fighting, she never holds back and collateral damage is guaranteed.
She is mainly motivated by her endless hunger for entertainment and other similarly simple desires. Eating tasty snacks, visiting pretty places and fighting strong people... She just can’t get enough of it all. Driven by selfish impulses, she is prone to doing whatever seems fun at the time, especially when said fun includes mischief and mayhem. She can’t help it really. It’s in her nature.
It certainly doesn’t help that she has a volatile, outright violent temper. Being denied something fun or delicious is a surefire way to light her fuse. Her tantrums range from annoying to devastating and usually end with her fleeing to sulk somewhere. Along the same theme, she is also an incredibly sore loser. She doesn’t care one bit whether it’s only a silly game or an actual fight, losing is just the worst. Between the bitter tears, she will let people who beat her know that they are cheaters, dummies and, worst of all, total meanies.
"I wanna have fun! And snacks! And and... Maybe some head pats...?"
History: Roughly 10 years ago a wicked witch performed a summoning ritual. She sought to bring forth a demon, a terrible powerhouse, a destroyer with no regard for foolish human morals. With those very words woven into a spell, she poured all her power into the ritual. Unfortunately, she forgot the most important rule. When dealing with demonic forces, one should be careful what they wish for...
So one day Zam found herself sitting in the center of a smoldering circle surrounded by the scattered pieces of a small hut. Her memory was fuzzy, but she was pretty sure this wasn’t the place where she had gone to take a nap. Instead of the familiarity of her home realm, she faced a vast wilderness with forests, lakes and mountains. Though there was nobody around to guide her, only a blackened skeleton in some weird robes, she headed fearlessly into the unknown. It was a new adventure.
The little Majin grew accustomed to her new home quickly. Especially after meeting (and beating) some familiar-looking people who called themselves demons. They took her to the Dark Kingdoms and taught her a new game called Raiding Party. She was a natural at it. The local demons were delighted to find such an eager ally. Nowadays she spends most of her time exploring the new world and playing with her new friends.
"Hey, what does 'wrong crowd' mean?"
RP Sample:
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"I like many names! Zam, Zee, Pinky, Bubblegum... But if you call me Zammy, I’m gonna have to hurt you."
Species: Majin
"Zam is a Majin, is what Zam is!"
Age: 18 (in earth years)
"I'm not a kid anymore..."
Gender: Female
"Yup! See?"
Appearance: At a quick glance, Zam resembles a tomboyish teenage girl with a short, messy haircut and soft features. She stands at 5'3" (159 cm) and weighs about 121 lbs. (55 kg). Her toned figure holds distinct feminine shapeliness along with some solid muscle. She possesses all the common Majin traits, including a pliable, pink body, thin tentacles imitating hair, black sclera, as well as sets of small holes running along her head, chest and arms. Usually her pupils are a shiny shade of gold, but they tend to turn red when she is especially upset.
When it comes to clothing, she prefers simple and sporty wear. Colors and style hardly matter, as long as she deems the costume comfy. Easy mobility is a must. As a result she usually wears clothing
Every time her regular clothes get ruined or she has to extensively regenerate, she reverts back to the traditional Majin look. She dons a black bandeau and baggy white pants held up by a black belt. The golden buckle depicts the Majin symbol. Black boots with gold trimmings match her black arm sleeves and gold bracelets.
"Hm? Where do I keep my spare clothes? Nyeh hee~ Is a secret~!"
Personality: The first thing to note about Zam is that she is a bubbly chatterbox among allies and enemies alike. While her conversational skills have been steadily improving, sometimes she still gets so excited that she slips back into simplistic third person. She absolutely loves all sorts of quips, jokes and banter. Getting her to shut up is a challenge, while getting her to take something seriously is nearly impossible. Even when she is angry or hurt, the gleeful, childish chime rarely leaves her speech completely.
However, a childish Majin is still a Majin. Energetic, chaotic and mischievous. Unfortunately for everyone around her, she has no sense of moderation, combined with a pretty poor sense of right and wrong. Saying that she goes dangerously overboard is putting it mildly. When she wants snacks, she has to get as much as she can eat. While fighting, she never holds back and collateral damage is guaranteed.
She is mainly motivated by her endless hunger for entertainment and other similarly simple desires. Eating tasty snacks, visiting pretty places and fighting strong people... She just can’t get enough of it all. Driven by selfish impulses, she is prone to doing whatever seems fun at the time, especially when said fun includes mischief and mayhem. She can’t help it really. It’s in her nature.
It certainly doesn’t help that she has a volatile, outright violent temper. Being denied something fun or delicious is a surefire way to light her fuse. Her tantrums range from annoying to devastating and usually end with her fleeing to sulk somewhere. Along the same theme, she is also an incredibly sore loser. She doesn’t care one bit whether it’s only a silly game or an actual fight, losing is just the worst. Between the bitter tears, she will let people who beat her know that they are cheaters, dummies and, worst of all, total meanies.
"I wanna have fun! And snacks! And and... Maybe some head pats...?"
History: Roughly 10 years ago a wicked witch performed a summoning ritual. She sought to bring forth a demon, a terrible powerhouse, a destroyer with no regard for foolish human morals. With those very words woven into a spell, she poured all her power into the ritual. Unfortunately, she forgot the most important rule. When dealing with demonic forces, one should be careful what they wish for...
So one day Zam found herself sitting in the center of a smoldering circle surrounded by the scattered pieces of a small hut. Her memory was fuzzy, but she was pretty sure this wasn’t the place where she had gone to take a nap. Instead of the familiarity of her home realm, she faced a vast wilderness with forests, lakes and mountains. Though there was nobody around to guide her, only a blackened skeleton in some weird robes, she headed fearlessly into the unknown. It was a new adventure.
The little Majin grew accustomed to her new home quickly. Especially after meeting (and beating) some familiar-looking people who called themselves demons. They took her to the Dark Kingdoms and taught her a new game called Raiding Party. She was a natural at it. The local demons were delighted to find such an eager ally. Nowadays she spends most of her time exploring the new world and playing with her new friends.
"Hey, what does 'wrong crowd' mean?"
RP Sample:
Sun shone from the cloudless sky. Palm trees swayed in the salty wind. Warm rays embraced the sunbathers, while the glimmering waves played with the swimmers. South City really was a small piece of paradise on earth. People came here to play, relax and simply forget the evils of the world. Among the colorful travelers very few creatures could stand out, but a short girl with completely pink skin and hair did draw some stares. She was dressed for the weather though, wearing just a black tube top, matching arm sleeves and boots, as well as baggy white pants. Golden lines decorated her clothing, gleaming in the light. Her odd attire held an air of mysticism and magic, like she had popped out of a storybook.
Before long, the little Majin came across an interesting sight. Young men of all sizes, from burly fighters to lean surfers, had gathered around some sort of arena on the beach. Grunting and shouting, two of them tried to grab and shove each other. Thick white tape on the sand marked the edges and soon one side was pushed out of bounds, eliciting even louder cheering from the crowd. The sign said something about a wrestling competition and prizes, but honestly she was already too mesmerized by the chaos to pay attention.
After a moment of watching, the girl’s glee bubbled over. "Ooh, looks so fun!" One of the challengers, a man built like a bear, nodded and grunted something in agreement. The little girl rose to her tiptoes and waved her arms excitedly. "Hey, hey Mister! Can Zam play too?" However, the answer she got was a firm shake of head. She was too small to fight grown-ups, the bear man clarified. Poor choice of words, really. "Zam is not small! Zam is a big girl!" The insistent flailing was met with uproarious laughter. Kids would be kids, right? Still, the massive man leaned down and grinned smugly, promising that if the girl could make him move aside, then sure, she would get to play too.
"Nyeh hee~ Okay~!"
Approximately two seconds later a screaming martial artist sailed across the air. With the grace of a potato sack he came tumbling down much further away. Luckily there was plenty of soft sand to cushion the landing. Meanwhile, back at the wrestling area all action had stopped. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, the stunned civilians stared at the bubblegum-colored creature. How in the what? Zam, however, turned to face them with the cheeriest smile. She had made the big mister move, so that meant she could play too! "Okay, who wants to wrestle next~?" Unsurprisingly, none of the startled beachgoers took the challenge.
Before long, the little Majin came across an interesting sight. Young men of all sizes, from burly fighters to lean surfers, had gathered around some sort of arena on the beach. Grunting and shouting, two of them tried to grab and shove each other. Thick white tape on the sand marked the edges and soon one side was pushed out of bounds, eliciting even louder cheering from the crowd. The sign said something about a wrestling competition and prizes, but honestly she was already too mesmerized by the chaos to pay attention.
After a moment of watching, the girl’s glee bubbled over. "Ooh, looks so fun!" One of the challengers, a man built like a bear, nodded and grunted something in agreement. The little girl rose to her tiptoes and waved her arms excitedly. "Hey, hey Mister! Can Zam play too?" However, the answer she got was a firm shake of head. She was too small to fight grown-ups, the bear man clarified. Poor choice of words, really. "Zam is not small! Zam is a big girl!" The insistent flailing was met with uproarious laughter. Kids would be kids, right? Still, the massive man leaned down and grinned smugly, promising that if the girl could make him move aside, then sure, she would get to play too.
"Nyeh hee~ Okay~!"
Approximately two seconds later a screaming martial artist sailed across the air. With the grace of a potato sack he came tumbling down much further away. Luckily there was plenty of soft sand to cushion the landing. Meanwhile, back at the wrestling area all action had stopped. Wide-eyed and slack-jawed, the stunned civilians stared at the bubblegum-colored creature. How in the what? Zam, however, turned to face them with the cheeriest smile. She had made the big mister move, so that meant she could play too! "Okay, who wants to wrestle next~?" Unsurprisingly, none of the startled beachgoers took the challenge.
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