Post by Baccer on Feb 8, 2020 13:44:54 GMT -8
Name: Rex Tokita
Species: Beastman
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, well-built man with a lizard’s head. He has a fair complexion with numerous scars lining his body. The colour of his head is green, and his eyes are brown. Usually he travels around in a leather suit outfitted with a gas mask. He really gives off the impression of a wastelander, being helped by the fact he usally towers above most people he meets
Personality: Rex is a rather peculiar person, appearing as a serious and cold individual, yet having a very naive and exciteable outlook. It’s like he has lived his entire life overcoming hardships, yet doesn’t have the slightest clue about social norms. One moment he appears cool and collected when his life is in danger, the next he gets flustered over flirting and overly excited about some videogame. Overall he is a pretty nice guy and loyal companion, even if he has trouble expressing himself some times, and can come off as an ass due to his witty and snarky sense of humour
History: Rex was always a bandit by trade, growing up as the son of a small-time bandit n the southern isles. His father had to raise him by himself. Due to his profession, he was always running away from society and hiding in remote locations. Eventually, he decided he wanted to go out and see the world, leaning more on martial arts than conventional thieving methods. His father was not happy about his son wanting to abandon their ways, but accepted it, letting rex experience the world and get stronger in his own way
RP Sample:
It was a rather unnasuming bar, in a rather unnasuming town. A stranger had just come along and threatened the peace “he’s probably a criminal this one, i can see it” and “only bad people can have that look in their eyes” were being passed around casually amongst the townsfolk. The stranger himself didn’t pay much attention, being rather focused on getting something to drink, rather than starting a fight out of nowhere. The bar was a rather decrepit establishment, rotten wood lining the walls while a washed-out band polluting the air with their sound. ‘it will do’ he thought as he entered, the ire in the gazes of the patrons being palpable, almost feeling it in your skin. He simply sighed and took a seat, ordering something strong to take the edge off. Even with all these eyes on his back, he looked like an indomitable wall in terms of sheer size and intimidation factor ‘ugh, what a pain. If i was just a little shorter i may have been able to order a soda. Now i have to play the tough guy act’. In reality, his thoughts were… less intimidating, but nobody could really hear them anyway, so he was spared the embarassement. As the drink arrived he had to take off his gas mask to drink it, which sadly meant he’s have to put up with people seeing his lizard head. Great, as it he didn’t have enough to deal with already. As he took a sip from his drink he had to hold himself back from gouching. The hell were they putting in this, hellfire?. Eh, his father always reprimanded him for being a weak drinker
However it didn’t take long for some of the more… forthcoming residents of the village to not tolerate his prescence anymore. The bar door was slammed open and two men enter, one armed with a bat, the other with a chain “hey stranger!. I knew i’d known you from somewhere. You were the one who robbed my cousin’s caravan a few months ago. Yer not welcome here, you hear?. And i’ll make sure you commit it to memory myself” the man shouted, causing some of the other patrons to get up from their chars too, wielding bottles or even chair legs. In response to this, only grumbling could be heard from the stranger, who still had his back turned “you people could not let me finish my drink first?. I would’ve gotten out of your business the moment i was done, but now you seem to want to cause issues” he got up from his chair, putting the mask back on and looking at all of them with a steely look “i hate people that cause me issues…” And with that, it was on. First person to make a move was the cain-wielder himself, trying to whip the stranger, only to get intercepted as her used his arm to block it, the chain getting wrapped armount, which the bandit uset to pull the man forward and deliver a devastating hook. The sheer impact of the punch was enough to make even the touchest patrons flinch, and some of them seemed to question how sound it was going up against this man. This moment of hesitation was interrupted by the bat-wileder’s yelling “the hell are you just standing there and watching for. This man is here to rob us of everything we own, get him” he exclaimed, being met with an approving cry from the patrons. They all proceeded to start swarming the man and using their various improvised weapons Soon it became clear there was a sheer gap of skill there, the man was faster, stronger, and more experienced. Each attack was met with a counterattack. Furthermore, the man seemed to be using… martial arts?. As the number of attackers began dwindling it became clear who was gonna come out on top, which was the batter’s cue to scram, leaving his avid supporters to get utterly battered.
Once the fistfight was over, only one figure remained standing, the same tall bandit that first entered the bar. He calmly turned around, sat on the bar, and ordered a god damn Soda
Species: Beastman
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, well-built man with a lizard’s head. He has a fair complexion with numerous scars lining his body. The colour of his head is green, and his eyes are brown. Usually he travels around in a leather suit outfitted with a gas mask. He really gives off the impression of a wastelander, being helped by the fact he usally towers above most people he meets
Personality: Rex is a rather peculiar person, appearing as a serious and cold individual, yet having a very naive and exciteable outlook. It’s like he has lived his entire life overcoming hardships, yet doesn’t have the slightest clue about social norms. One moment he appears cool and collected when his life is in danger, the next he gets flustered over flirting and overly excited about some videogame. Overall he is a pretty nice guy and loyal companion, even if he has trouble expressing himself some times, and can come off as an ass due to his witty and snarky sense of humour
History: Rex was always a bandit by trade, growing up as the son of a small-time bandit n the southern isles. His father had to raise him by himself. Due to his profession, he was always running away from society and hiding in remote locations. Eventually, he decided he wanted to go out and see the world, leaning more on martial arts than conventional thieving methods. His father was not happy about his son wanting to abandon their ways, but accepted it, letting rex experience the world and get stronger in his own way
RP Sample:
It was a rather unnasuming bar, in a rather unnasuming town. A stranger had just come along and threatened the peace “he’s probably a criminal this one, i can see it” and “only bad people can have that look in their eyes” were being passed around casually amongst the townsfolk. The stranger himself didn’t pay much attention, being rather focused on getting something to drink, rather than starting a fight out of nowhere. The bar was a rather decrepit establishment, rotten wood lining the walls while a washed-out band polluting the air with their sound. ‘it will do’ he thought as he entered, the ire in the gazes of the patrons being palpable, almost feeling it in your skin. He simply sighed and took a seat, ordering something strong to take the edge off. Even with all these eyes on his back, he looked like an indomitable wall in terms of sheer size and intimidation factor ‘ugh, what a pain. If i was just a little shorter i may have been able to order a soda. Now i have to play the tough guy act’. In reality, his thoughts were… less intimidating, but nobody could really hear them anyway, so he was spared the embarassement. As the drink arrived he had to take off his gas mask to drink it, which sadly meant he’s have to put up with people seeing his lizard head. Great, as it he didn’t have enough to deal with already. As he took a sip from his drink he had to hold himself back from gouching. The hell were they putting in this, hellfire?. Eh, his father always reprimanded him for being a weak drinker
However it didn’t take long for some of the more… forthcoming residents of the village to not tolerate his prescence anymore. The bar door was slammed open and two men enter, one armed with a bat, the other with a chain “hey stranger!. I knew i’d known you from somewhere. You were the one who robbed my cousin’s caravan a few months ago. Yer not welcome here, you hear?. And i’ll make sure you commit it to memory myself” the man shouted, causing some of the other patrons to get up from their chars too, wielding bottles or even chair legs. In response to this, only grumbling could be heard from the stranger, who still had his back turned “you people could not let me finish my drink first?. I would’ve gotten out of your business the moment i was done, but now you seem to want to cause issues” he got up from his chair, putting the mask back on and looking at all of them with a steely look “i hate people that cause me issues…” And with that, it was on. First person to make a move was the cain-wielder himself, trying to whip the stranger, only to get intercepted as her used his arm to block it, the chain getting wrapped armount, which the bandit uset to pull the man forward and deliver a devastating hook. The sheer impact of the punch was enough to make even the touchest patrons flinch, and some of them seemed to question how sound it was going up against this man. This moment of hesitation was interrupted by the bat-wileder’s yelling “the hell are you just standing there and watching for. This man is here to rob us of everything we own, get him” he exclaimed, being met with an approving cry from the patrons. They all proceeded to start swarming the man and using their various improvised weapons Soon it became clear there was a sheer gap of skill there, the man was faster, stronger, and more experienced. Each attack was met with a counterattack. Furthermore, the man seemed to be using… martial arts?. As the number of attackers began dwindling it became clear who was gonna come out on top, which was the batter’s cue to scram, leaving his avid supporters to get utterly battered.
Once the fistfight was over, only one figure remained standing, the same tall bandit that first entered the bar. He calmly turned around, sat on the bar, and ordered a god damn Soda