Post by Jody on Feb 18, 2020 17:13:15 GMT -8
Name: Jody Frazier (Saiyin: Fennel)
Species: Hybrid Human/Saiyin
Age:20
Gender:Female
Skills & Statistics You can find information about your Skills and Statistics here. You start with 30 skill points to spend.
Fighting:
15 (35)
Energy Control:
0 (10)
Reflexes:
0 (10)
Resilience:
15 (40)
Accuracy: 1d100+(35) / 1d100+(10)
Defense: 40
HP: 110 (Tank: 127)
KI: 100
Base DM: +1
DM: +5
DR: 10
Class: Protector
Racial Trait: Zenkai Boost
PL: 713
Effort Points: 14525
Zeni: 0 Zeni
Mastery Points: 15
Traits:
Indomitable
Requirements: Resilience Skill of 35
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Increase your DR by 4.
Might
Requirements: Fighting Skill of 30
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Your Physical attacks deal +3 bonus damage.
Luchador
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Your melee Grapple Basic Technique now costs 0 ki. Additionally, your Grapple Basic Technique deals +1d6 damage.
Limit: --
Class Features:
Bristling Defenses - Whenever a combatant deals damage to you with an attack, they receive damage equal to your class Damage Modifier; this damage bypasses Temporary HP and DR.
Tank - You begin each battle with an amount of Temporary HP equal to 15% of your Maximum HP, this Temporary HP may stack with other sources of Temporary HP. Your Intercept Team Technique no longer has a per-battle usage limit.
Appearance:
Personality:
Open, passionate, surrounded by a quiet excitement is Jody’s usually demeanor. She is high in openness, constantly seeking out new adventures, people, challenges to shake things up in her life. She never lets thing’s stagnant for too long and always seeks to make new friends for life, and when she has found her niche she moves on to the next place. She is willing to share her opinions, advice, and story to just about anyone who will listen, and she listens to what others have to say because she values everyone’s story.
While she is open, she is not conscientious. Living life in a “fly by the seat of your pants” kind of way. She has a goal, makes a few quick plans and throws it at the wall to see what sticks. She doesn't have the patience or maybe even the mental faculties to denote every single step, but would much rather act with wisdom to the best of her ability. Seize the opportunity with 110% effort than sit back and ponder on what would be the most correct action.
Jody is extroverted, the more people she is around the more bravado she has. “Putting on a show” is what she does. Her steps become more graceful, her dialogue more passionate, and every action more alive. Company is always preferred, however she will not sacrifice anything for it. If she is ever alone, she is not lonely. Enjoying the quiet company that she provides for herself.
While open and extroverted, Jody is not agreeable. She is strongly opinionated. While she might hold her value close to her heart, and her beliefs unchanging, it doesn’t mean she isn’t open minded. While she might disagree with you, she believes that it’s fine and only natural it won’t change her attitude towards anyone. When the lines have been clearly drawn in the sand, don’t be overbearing and push it as it makes her irritable.
Jody is very low in Neuroticism. She worries little and has a stable personality. Even if things get scary, dangerous, and the consequences dire, Jody is always willing to step up the plate and deliver even if it’s not asked of her.
History:
Jody was born in a no-name little town where her parents ran a small little hole in the wall restaurant in the same house that they lived in. Her Saiyan father, Mallow, a hazbin low-class warrior, and her Human mother Olivia, a stern rough and tumble small-town woman. Jody would work in the restaurant, play games with the kids across the street, and end the day watching TV with her family. It was a simple life, but Jody considered it pretty close to perfect. Now what really made her day was when her parents would allow her to put on her favorite low budget action cartoons on the TV. Only because her father enjoyed watching Jody mimic the action on the screen, of course without any of the fanfare or effects. He got a good laugh out of it. It did set a small flame alight in Jody’s Saiyan blood. The yearning for adventure, conflict, something more than all of this. But that wouldn’t come into fruition for many more years.
In her teenage years, she felt the desire to live up to her Saiyan heritage, gathering up the money that she had saved from her work, and used it to pay her way into a ratty dojo. Strange training, obtuse concepts, and really just doing chores for an old wizened man was not what she was picturing, even for failing dojo. The fear that she would be stuck in this town, and end up like her hazbin father and trapped mother, drove her to do what she thought was necessary. She took whatever money she had left, grabbed her bags and hit the road.
A few years and many miles later Jody lives on the road as a vagabond, doing odd jobs for money shelter and food, but overall enjoying her life. She has taken this opportunity to learn from traveling martial artists, friends she made along the way, and the trials of surviving on one's own.
RP Sample: Jody stepped outside the gas station, drink in hand and a cheap pair of 9.99 zenni sunglasses resting on her nose, paused outside of the door. The sun was beating down on her, and the sweat that was still dripping down from her back chilled as the air from inside rushed over her. Her eyes wandered side to side and she frowned. She then peered, scanning from one end of the station to the next and she scoffed under her breath. She walked out into the lot, looked one way and her shoulders dropped in disappointment, she shuffled to look behind her and threw up her arms in frustration. Pushing up the sunglasses to the top of her head revealing her squint and furrowed brows. Stomping over to the road she looked to the horizon on either end. Nothing. Nothing but the arid landscape of mute boring browns yellows and sickly pale greens. It was as if the mountains in the distance were embarrassed by their dull looks they hid behind the thick mirage of pointlessly hot air rising from the ground. The coat that covered her shoulders was now cooking her skin underneath and the sweat started to trickle down again. It rolled down her back to where it was absorbed by her pants, and the texture and salt caused mild irritation on her skin.
Her breath became heavy and she ripped the glasses off her head squeezing them in her hand as she tapped the base of her palm to her forehead muttering to herself.
“Of course, just great.” It took everything that she had not to crush her glasses or her drink. Her jaw clenched and she pushed down the urge to yell. Why would her ride leave her in the dust like this? She was more than happy to pay for gas and then some! Her face dropped as she realized that her things were still in the car too! “DAMMIT.” She took a measure of what she had. Maybe a thousand Zenni that she has on hand, and the clothes on her back. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she just lost almost all of her belongings or that she promised her mother that she would come home for her birthday. The birthday that was meant to happen in a couple of hours. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest, it was enough for her to rub her chest as if she were soothing her heart. It had been a few years since she last saw them and maybe a week since they last talked. Her legs slightly buckled, she had to make it. Her fate rested on it. She might have become stronger and tougher on her journey, but she was her mother’s daughter and she knew hell hath no fury like her.
A hopeful glance back to the station revealed nothing. Well, almost nothing. There was a bicycle out front, paint sun-bleached and the tires looked like they were suffering from dry rot. Jody nodded with conviction, “It’s not ideal but it will have to do.” She walked back to the station with a sense of urgency, busting through the doors.
The only thing good about inside was the functioning air conditioner that strained against the heat. Other than that, the grime stained white tiles, the broken blinds, and the slightly green sausage that rotated slowly on the grill set the backdrop for the man who ran the place.
He stood there looking at Jody with beady eyes, just looming over the counter with his hunched back being supported by his spindly arms. His over shirt was missing buttons and had holes hung open in it exposing his white shirt used to be white, but now takes on the color of spilled coffee and grease. His beer gut looked as if you could rest a can on top of it. Probably the one thing that turned Jody off the most was the smell of cigarettes that rolled off of his breath.
He watched her as she came up, and as if waiting for her to breathe in to speak he let out a deep sigh that poisoned the air. She sucked it in before she had a chance to react, tasting that disgusting smell.
No matter what nefarious plots this old man was scheming, she could not be stopped.
“Excuse me, sir, do you own the bicycle out front?” she asked.
His body practically shook in his old age as he made a gesture with his head, making a show of looking around to see no one else but the two of them, making her feel like she just asked the most stupid question in the world. She stuttered “S-sir I was just wondering if I could buy the bicycle off of you, I have to make it to my home before the evening if I could-”
“That's my favorite bicycle in the whole world,” he wheezed out. “My grandpappy bought me that bike when I was just a child.” His baggy wrinkled lips curled up into a grin. “It’s my only transportation, and you have the… audacity! To take such a thing away from me. I-I-I-”
“How much?” Jody just cut to the chase. She realized her error in trying to appeal to his goodwill.
“5000 Zenni.” He immediately responded.
She reeled back, “That’s just robbery!” Both hands were in the air now ready to throw down. She didn’t usually get mad but these turns of events and his blatant exploitation of the situation made her see red. She could just break this man's nose and take the bike. No law enforcement would come here any time soon… but it’s not like there are many roads leading out of this place, it would just be a coin toss based on which direction she went on the road to find her.
Her breath became haggard as she lowered her hands. She couldn’t look him in the eyes or risk provocation. Jody had to remove herself from the situation so she went back outside. She much rather deal with the blazing heat than be within line of sight of that man right now. After a couple of minutes of fuming and sweating buckets, she glared at the bike. Her thoughts swam as she made a couple of observations. The bike wasn’t locked to anything. Why would it be? No one would steal it. But it was underneath one of the few security cameras that this gas station had. However, something felt off about it. She walked closer to it and studied it. It was kind of bent in a weird way, almost canted on its fixture. She took the bike and stood on the seat to reach the camera. She tugged on it and it came out without any resistance. The wires were cut and frayed, connected to nothing at all. For some reason, this just made Jody more upset. Was it cut by someone? If so wouldn’t the man have realized? Did he just leave it here as a deterrent? What a cheapskate! Is it even his bike!?
She looked to the doors, out of sight of the old man. Taking the Bicycle would be easy, the old man probably didn’t even own this bike, and even if he did, he deserves it. She really had to get to her mother’s by any means necessary. Right? Jody took a step away from the bike and looked at it again. Her mother would be angry, yes, but does making it there on this bike worth it. How does it reflect on her? That she has to steal to keep her promises? What would her mother think if she showed up on this bike? The lines of frustration on Jody’s forehead started to slowly disappear, and her breathing resumed a normal rhythm. No matter how desperate she was, she wouldn’t stoop so low as to steal this bicycle.
So Jody began walking, with nothing to her name other than the zenni in her pocket, a cheap pair of sunglasses, a lukewarm drink, and the clothes on her back. She would not make it home back in time she figured. She looked at her long shadow and the sky that was turning red. Dust clogged her nose, sweat-drenched her skin, and her dark hair felt like it was on fire. Despite all that, she was feeling pretty lucky. Who knows? Maybe Kami will show her some good Karama for the choice she made. Not expecting anything though, she picked up the pace and started to jog back home. One foot in front of another, that’s how life has always been. She knows that she didn’t deserve anything for anything.
“You just have to earn it and take what you can get.” She said aloud. This was better by miles, running on her own than taking that bike. With surety, she knew that it wouldn’t have sat well with her if she did. This was precious in its own right, running back home in the beautiful desert sunset, to see her family at least one last time.
Referred by: Disboard
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: As described here in the technique rules.
Energy Shield.
You create a sphere of ki around your body that insulates and protects you from incoming damage.
Type: Defense
Action: Bonus Action - Reactive
Effect: You gain 20 DR against all attacks on your turn. Remember that DR subtracts from total damage taken per attacker on a turn, not from each attack they make.
Cost: 15 ki
Limit: Once per thread.
Ranks: Rank 2 tech costs 10 ki and Rank 3 increase DR gained to 30.
(Rank 1)
Learn: Rank 1 takes 2 weeks to learn. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 2 MP.
Technique Slots: 4/5
Technique Slots: 4/5
Items:
AI Assistant
Designed by Capsule Corp, this device is a portable AI that assesses and advises optimal decisions in combat.
Type: Supplementary - Technology
Zeni Value: 30000
Zeni Cost: 80000
Activation: Passive
Effect: Upon equipping this item, select any three (3) non-Class Traits. You may use those traits as if you possessed them, as long as you meet their requirements. This may not cause a character to exceed 4 Traits at a time.
Limit: --
Stim Pack
Not recommended for daily use, this cocktail of stimulants grants a large and sudden increase in energy levels.
Type: Restorative - Stimulant
Zeni Value: 20000
Zeni Cost: 80000
Activation: Standard Action
Effect: Restore +40 of your target’s Ki at the beginning of their next turn, applied before incoming attack resolution. If you target yourself, you restore this Ki immediately.
Limit: 1 use per thread.
Species: Hybrid Human/Saiyin
Age:20
Gender:Female
Skills & Statistics You can find information about your Skills and Statistics here. You start with 30 skill points to spend.
Fighting:
15 (35)
Energy Control:
0 (10)
Reflexes:
0 (10)
Resilience:
15 (40)
Accuracy: 1d100+(35) / 1d100+(10)
Defense: 40
HP: 110 (Tank: 127)
KI: 100
Base DM: +1
DM: +5
DR: 10
Class: Protector
Racial Trait: Zenkai Boost
PL: 713
Effort Points: 14525
Zeni: 0 Zeni
Mastery Points: 15
Traits:
Indomitable
Requirements: Resilience Skill of 35
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Increase your DR by 4.
Might
Requirements: Fighting Skill of 30
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Your Physical attacks deal +3 bonus damage.
Luchador
Activation: None (Passive)
Effect: Your melee Grapple Basic Technique now costs 0 ki. Additionally, your Grapple Basic Technique deals +1d6 damage.
Limit: --
Class Features:
Bristling Defenses - Whenever a combatant deals damage to you with an attack, they receive damage equal to your class Damage Modifier; this damage bypasses Temporary HP and DR.
Tank - You begin each battle with an amount of Temporary HP equal to 15% of your Maximum HP, this Temporary HP may stack with other sources of Temporary HP. Your Intercept Team Technique no longer has a per-battle usage limit.
Appearance:
Personality:
Open, passionate, surrounded by a quiet excitement is Jody’s usually demeanor. She is high in openness, constantly seeking out new adventures, people, challenges to shake things up in her life. She never lets thing’s stagnant for too long and always seeks to make new friends for life, and when she has found her niche she moves on to the next place. She is willing to share her opinions, advice, and story to just about anyone who will listen, and she listens to what others have to say because she values everyone’s story.
While she is open, she is not conscientious. Living life in a “fly by the seat of your pants” kind of way. She has a goal, makes a few quick plans and throws it at the wall to see what sticks. She doesn't have the patience or maybe even the mental faculties to denote every single step, but would much rather act with wisdom to the best of her ability. Seize the opportunity with 110% effort than sit back and ponder on what would be the most correct action.
Jody is extroverted, the more people she is around the more bravado she has. “Putting on a show” is what she does. Her steps become more graceful, her dialogue more passionate, and every action more alive. Company is always preferred, however she will not sacrifice anything for it. If she is ever alone, she is not lonely. Enjoying the quiet company that she provides for herself.
While open and extroverted, Jody is not agreeable. She is strongly opinionated. While she might hold her value close to her heart, and her beliefs unchanging, it doesn’t mean she isn’t open minded. While she might disagree with you, she believes that it’s fine and only natural it won’t change her attitude towards anyone. When the lines have been clearly drawn in the sand, don’t be overbearing and push it as it makes her irritable.
Jody is very low in Neuroticism. She worries little and has a stable personality. Even if things get scary, dangerous, and the consequences dire, Jody is always willing to step up the plate and deliver even if it’s not asked of her.
History:
Jody was born in a no-name little town where her parents ran a small little hole in the wall restaurant in the same house that they lived in. Her Saiyan father, Mallow, a hazbin low-class warrior, and her Human mother Olivia, a stern rough and tumble small-town woman. Jody would work in the restaurant, play games with the kids across the street, and end the day watching TV with her family. It was a simple life, but Jody considered it pretty close to perfect. Now what really made her day was when her parents would allow her to put on her favorite low budget action cartoons on the TV. Only because her father enjoyed watching Jody mimic the action on the screen, of course without any of the fanfare or effects. He got a good laugh out of it. It did set a small flame alight in Jody’s Saiyan blood. The yearning for adventure, conflict, something more than all of this. But that wouldn’t come into fruition for many more years.
In her teenage years, she felt the desire to live up to her Saiyan heritage, gathering up the money that she had saved from her work, and used it to pay her way into a ratty dojo. Strange training, obtuse concepts, and really just doing chores for an old wizened man was not what she was picturing, even for failing dojo. The fear that she would be stuck in this town, and end up like her hazbin father and trapped mother, drove her to do what she thought was necessary. She took whatever money she had left, grabbed her bags and hit the road.
A few years and many miles later Jody lives on the road as a vagabond, doing odd jobs for money shelter and food, but overall enjoying her life. She has taken this opportunity to learn from traveling martial artists, friends she made along the way, and the trials of surviving on one's own.
RP Sample: Jody stepped outside the gas station, drink in hand and a cheap pair of 9.99 zenni sunglasses resting on her nose, paused outside of the door. The sun was beating down on her, and the sweat that was still dripping down from her back chilled as the air from inside rushed over her. Her eyes wandered side to side and she frowned. She then peered, scanning from one end of the station to the next and she scoffed under her breath. She walked out into the lot, looked one way and her shoulders dropped in disappointment, she shuffled to look behind her and threw up her arms in frustration. Pushing up the sunglasses to the top of her head revealing her squint and furrowed brows. Stomping over to the road she looked to the horizon on either end. Nothing. Nothing but the arid landscape of mute boring browns yellows and sickly pale greens. It was as if the mountains in the distance were embarrassed by their dull looks they hid behind the thick mirage of pointlessly hot air rising from the ground. The coat that covered her shoulders was now cooking her skin underneath and the sweat started to trickle down again. It rolled down her back to where it was absorbed by her pants, and the texture and salt caused mild irritation on her skin.
Her breath became heavy and she ripped the glasses off her head squeezing them in her hand as she tapped the base of her palm to her forehead muttering to herself.
“Of course, just great.” It took everything that she had not to crush her glasses or her drink. Her jaw clenched and she pushed down the urge to yell. Why would her ride leave her in the dust like this? She was more than happy to pay for gas and then some! Her face dropped as she realized that her things were still in the car too! “DAMMIT.” She took a measure of what she had. Maybe a thousand Zenni that she has on hand, and the clothes on her back. She didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she just lost almost all of her belongings or that she promised her mother that she would come home for her birthday. The birthday that was meant to happen in a couple of hours. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest, it was enough for her to rub her chest as if she were soothing her heart. It had been a few years since she last saw them and maybe a week since they last talked. Her legs slightly buckled, she had to make it. Her fate rested on it. She might have become stronger and tougher on her journey, but she was her mother’s daughter and she knew hell hath no fury like her.
A hopeful glance back to the station revealed nothing. Well, almost nothing. There was a bicycle out front, paint sun-bleached and the tires looked like they were suffering from dry rot. Jody nodded with conviction, “It’s not ideal but it will have to do.” She walked back to the station with a sense of urgency, busting through the doors.
The only thing good about inside was the functioning air conditioner that strained against the heat. Other than that, the grime stained white tiles, the broken blinds, and the slightly green sausage that rotated slowly on the grill set the backdrop for the man who ran the place.
He stood there looking at Jody with beady eyes, just looming over the counter with his hunched back being supported by his spindly arms. His over shirt was missing buttons and had holes hung open in it exposing his white shirt used to be white, but now takes on the color of spilled coffee and grease. His beer gut looked as if you could rest a can on top of it. Probably the one thing that turned Jody off the most was the smell of cigarettes that rolled off of his breath.
He watched her as she came up, and as if waiting for her to breathe in to speak he let out a deep sigh that poisoned the air. She sucked it in before she had a chance to react, tasting that disgusting smell.
No matter what nefarious plots this old man was scheming, she could not be stopped.
“Excuse me, sir, do you own the bicycle out front?” she asked.
His body practically shook in his old age as he made a gesture with his head, making a show of looking around to see no one else but the two of them, making her feel like she just asked the most stupid question in the world. She stuttered “S-sir I was just wondering if I could buy the bicycle off of you, I have to make it to my home before the evening if I could-”
“That's my favorite bicycle in the whole world,” he wheezed out. “My grandpappy bought me that bike when I was just a child.” His baggy wrinkled lips curled up into a grin. “It’s my only transportation, and you have the… audacity! To take such a thing away from me. I-I-I-”
“How much?” Jody just cut to the chase. She realized her error in trying to appeal to his goodwill.
“5000 Zenni.” He immediately responded.
She reeled back, “That’s just robbery!” Both hands were in the air now ready to throw down. She didn’t usually get mad but these turns of events and his blatant exploitation of the situation made her see red. She could just break this man's nose and take the bike. No law enforcement would come here any time soon… but it’s not like there are many roads leading out of this place, it would just be a coin toss based on which direction she went on the road to find her.
Her breath became haggard as she lowered her hands. She couldn’t look him in the eyes or risk provocation. Jody had to remove herself from the situation so she went back outside. She much rather deal with the blazing heat than be within line of sight of that man right now. After a couple of minutes of fuming and sweating buckets, she glared at the bike. Her thoughts swam as she made a couple of observations. The bike wasn’t locked to anything. Why would it be? No one would steal it. But it was underneath one of the few security cameras that this gas station had. However, something felt off about it. She walked closer to it and studied it. It was kind of bent in a weird way, almost canted on its fixture. She took the bike and stood on the seat to reach the camera. She tugged on it and it came out without any resistance. The wires were cut and frayed, connected to nothing at all. For some reason, this just made Jody more upset. Was it cut by someone? If so wouldn’t the man have realized? Did he just leave it here as a deterrent? What a cheapskate! Is it even his bike!?
She looked to the doors, out of sight of the old man. Taking the Bicycle would be easy, the old man probably didn’t even own this bike, and even if he did, he deserves it. She really had to get to her mother’s by any means necessary. Right? Jody took a step away from the bike and looked at it again. Her mother would be angry, yes, but does making it there on this bike worth it. How does it reflect on her? That she has to steal to keep her promises? What would her mother think if she showed up on this bike? The lines of frustration on Jody’s forehead started to slowly disappear, and her breathing resumed a normal rhythm. No matter how desperate she was, she wouldn’t stoop so low as to steal this bicycle.
So Jody began walking, with nothing to her name other than the zenni in her pocket, a cheap pair of sunglasses, a lukewarm drink, and the clothes on her back. She would not make it home back in time she figured. She looked at her long shadow and the sky that was turning red. Dust clogged her nose, sweat-drenched her skin, and her dark hair felt like it was on fire. Despite all that, she was feeling pretty lucky. Who knows? Maybe Kami will show her some good Karama for the choice she made. Not expecting anything though, she picked up the pace and started to jog back home. One foot in front of another, that’s how life has always been. She knows that she didn’t deserve anything for anything.
“You just have to earn it and take what you can get.” She said aloud. This was better by miles, running on her own than taking that bike. With surety, she knew that it wouldn’t have sat well with her if she did. This was precious in its own right, running back home in the beautiful desert sunset, to see her family at least one last time.
Referred by: Disboard
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: As described here in the technique rules.
Energy Shield.
You create a sphere of ki around your body that insulates and protects you from incoming damage.
Type: Defense
Action: Bonus Action - Reactive
Effect: You gain 20 DR against all attacks on your turn. Remember that DR subtracts from total damage taken per attacker on a turn, not from each attack they make.
Cost: 15 ki
Limit: Once per thread.
Ranks: Rank 2 tech costs 10 ki and Rank 3 increase DR gained to 30.
(Rank 1)
Learn: Rank 1 takes 2 weeks to learn. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 2 MP.
Technique Slots: 4/5
Technique Slots: 4/5
Items:
AI Assistant
Designed by Capsule Corp, this device is a portable AI that assesses and advises optimal decisions in combat.
Type: Supplementary - Technology
Zeni Value: 30000
Zeni Cost: 80000
Activation: Passive
Effect: Upon equipping this item, select any three (3) non-Class Traits. You may use those traits as if you possessed them, as long as you meet their requirements. This may not cause a character to exceed 4 Traits at a time.
Limit: --
Stim Pack
Not recommended for daily use, this cocktail of stimulants grants a large and sudden increase in energy levels.
Type: Restorative - Stimulant
Zeni Value: 20000
Zeni Cost: 80000
Activation: Standard Action
Effect: Restore +40 of your target’s Ki at the beginning of their next turn, applied before incoming attack resolution. If you target yourself, you restore this Ki immediately.
Limit: 1 use per thread.