Post by cripplingboredom on Apr 14, 2020 11:51:09 GMT -8
Name: General Steele
Species: Android
Age:35
Gender:Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting:10
Energy Control:5
Reflexes:10
Resilience:5
Accuracy:20 (Fighting) / 15 (Energy)
Defense:60
HP: 40
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class:Strategist
Racial Trait:Infinite Ki
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000
Mastery Points: 2/2 (You start with 2 mastery points which can be used to purchase masteries or banked for later use.)
Traits: N/A
Class Features:
Opportunist - Increase your critical strike range by 10 with all attacks(95+ would instead be 85+.) If your target is currently suffering from a Status Effect, increase this to 15(95+ would instead be 80+.)
Stratagem - At the beginning of each thread, you may select up to 3 Utility or Defensive techniques that you know. You may use each of those techniques one additional time during that thread.
Appearance:
Personality: General Steele is overall a fellow stuck up with himself and his own greatness, along with the luxury of his android body and modifications. You can quite often catch him boasting about his superiority and prestige, he thinks that he could turn any rag-tag group into a formal fighting force with only a few weeks of training. Despite this though, he absolutely refuses to lead any sort of fighting force into combat, thinking that if they get hurt it would look bad on his part. Along with his ability to easily grow attached to people he trains alongside and fights alongside, willing to sacrifice himself at any time for his comrade's health and wellbeing. While fighting alone, he is fierce and seems to keep his cocky nature, feeling like he has nothing to lose even in a death battle; he often holds mercy for his opponents and will never deal a finishing blow to someone on the ground unless they are quite literally a monster to humanity itself.
History: Born as a middle-class citizen in Central City, Steele's birth name was Okami Steele following along the bloodline of many other leaderlike individuals who led militaries big and small into many battles. Born to a father with an iron resolve who bestowed upon him the dangerous Steele genes. Along with a fierce, yet soft mother, he had everything a middle-class boy could ever want and some more; though this isn't saying that he was raised as a brat. Starting at five years old, Okami had to wake up every morning as the sun had risen and do workouts disguised as chores; along with this he oftentimes went out with his father to inspect troops and to spectate military drill training and other sorts of training. This, in turn, turned him into a boy who wanted to be a soldier like his daddy and the men before him, within school he studied hard and outside of school he trained even harder. This never got in the way with his perfectly balanced social life, and he grew up as any good kid should; he had his first kiss under the bleachers of the high school sports field with his girlfriend of six months then shortly experienced his "Life-changing" break up shortly after. He got into trouble, stealing things from stores, being places he shouldn't or fighting; he was just a normal kid who had a dream and after his high school graduation, he started to achieve the said dream, entering military school, the same exact one where his dad studied.
Entering "Central City Military School" Okami knew there was competition here, he would have to rise above everyone else to become something new. He turned his occasional studying, his occasional training into the only two things he did besides eating, drinking and relieving himself. Social life was a thing of the past for him at that point, he abandoned all hope of a normal relationship and the only girl he was going to get married to was lady war. Quickly, he rose to new heights though his mental health had seemed to suffer quite a bit, turning to drink whenever he had downtime or school breaks; even with these problems, he was successful at school though at home he was a menace. Something of a disgrace to the Steele name, this turned him from the regular tradition of the family becoming military figures and just about as he was going to finally graduate from military school and become a full-blown soldier; he left home and ran without looking back.
With this, he found himself alone and stranded within the Demonlands, he was fresh meat for the bandits and was a danger to himself with his ever-increasing tendency to drink. He was always fighting tooth and nail to get just one more drip of whatever booze he could get his hands on, necessities such as food and water were of a smaller concern to him. Somehow, he managed to survive for quite a while, gaining respect among the bandits and even earning a nickname which was "Steele Stomach" due to the sheer amount of booze he could consume within a short amount of time. Eventually, he even picked up a gang of idiots who seemed to respect him and his seemingly good advice when it came to fighting and strategy. Slowly Okami saw how his influence became existent, and he had people that would listen to him, like that his own childhood dream peaked the surface though he attempted at likening the bandits to actually well-trained soldiers, they would suffice for him. This is when he began to train men, teaching them basic strategy, formations and all sorts of military fighting techniques including the infamous guerilla warfare.
This began Okami's first-ever campaign, though to say he was going to try to reform these men and himself would be a lie. In fact, instead of doing so, he would attack convoys of supplies coming back and forth from cities along with any other unfortunate people who came across Steele and his men. Over time, unlike most bandits, Okami had grown very fond of his men, they were like the family he lost once before; he always treated them better than himself, giving them what he could. Eventually even kicking his intense drinking habit in order to have more money for food and supplies to make sure his men always had the edge in battle, even if they weren't the strongest or brightest of them all. For awhile he was a successful bandit, he made tremendous profits and was wanted for a high sum of Zeni by governments across the world, this led to him getting major attention, of course, attack after attack, and blow after blow his team began to fall apart. His members either died on the field of battle or left to seek a different life, at the end of it all it left him with only three men at his final stand.
Surrounded by a large sum of bounty hunters and soldiers, all of which coming for the head of him and his men. The fight went on for at least an hour, blaster fire filled the desert's usual silence and forever marked the machines of war that were used to kill such a menace as Okami Steele. Bodies and the weapons they wielded littered the battlefield, with only a single man standing to oppose the hundreds against him by the end of this battle, the siege was glorious with plenty of explosions and bloodshed, it would turn a Micheal Bay into that of a high school pyrotechnics show. With his weapon in hand, Steele was already wounded, even with one of his hands looking like only a flayed stump which he somehow managed to use to clobber anyone who was unfortunate enough to get close to him. The soldiers who fought say that even after the flurries of blaster fire hit him, he still stood till his body looked like swiss cheese dipped in a thick layer of blood and sand.
For most, this would be the end of their story, and as Okami made his way up to the afterlife. It would seem his reputation granted him another chance at life, a few scientists and medics from Gero and Capsule corp recovered his body shortly after the battle. Managing to keep him trapped between life and death, he was taken to one of the many Gero enterprise labs and fitted with cybernetic limbs and given a practically whole new body, the only things left of him were his bits of a head and bits and pieces of a torso. Though within his body was placed some high-end parts, and he was even fortunate enough to be fitted with monitoring and control programming to make sure he could never become the monster he once was, though still keeping his personality intact for future uses of his extensive combat knowledge. Though like most things, it didn't last, one of his previous goons had noticed him doing humanitarian work and assisting soldiers and such, automatically he knew something was up. Discovering what he had been turned into, using the many connections the underworld has he kidnapped and restored the new and improved "General Steele Model A-1" or to now be known as "General Steele" to his old state, no longer falling under the control of Capsule Corp.
RP Sample: General Steele, one of the strangest men you could ever see, and one of the last people you would want to see walking down your street with a group of goons in tow. With a grin on his face as he walked down the cobbled stone streets of the east city recreation district. He didn't come here with the intention to start any trouble, that was something rare by itself as Steele had often looked to steal, terrorize or anything else that could drive up his own infamy on the streets. On his hip was a blaster pistol modeled off of a revolver from the days of cowboys and cattle rustlers, personally, it was his favorite weapon that he had ever gotten his hands on whether it was living or when he was a mechanized monster. He seemed to be calm, cool and collected, unlike the goons that walked with him that staggered and destroyed anything that was in their way, along with robbing anything that even looked like it held value from anybody who stepped within a few meters of them. Despite Steele coming to not start trouble, he had no control over the ones who had followed him in, he was only here for a drink to numb that physical pain that he got every once and awhile. It seemed that the famed Gero Enterprise could do everything but stop the pain of his few body parts that didn't need any sort of enhancement, sometimes it made him wish he died in that shootout. Though he always seemed to hold on just fine, a little bit of whiskey would numb the pain in no time and he would be back out on his way to rob someone or take candy from a baby, something like that.
Finally, as he came to a stop at the bar, there was only a single man waiting outside; he seemed skinny and strung out on drugs. Turning his gaze to the man, it was obvious no fear would lay within the junkie as he staggered through the crowd of bandits who seemingly let him through. Laying his hand across the Steele's shoulder, a smile would grow across his face as he would move his hand in front of the General's face then remove it quickly, acting as if he was unveiling some sort of new contraption or trying to surprise him. "Hey-ya Whats a fine general like you doing in a low-class place like this, aren't you to busy wiping your ass with the well-earned tax money you extort from the people of earth." The Junkie would say this all with a sporadic and comically high voice, with no surprise to the bandits the only thing that was heard was the unclipping his blaster from his belt, then the yelping of the junkie surprised for a second that the general actually kept a weapon on him. "Now buddy, you wouldn't want to test the accuracy of all these machines in my head, would you? I suggest you stagger off into whatever drug house you came from and stay there for a while. Because if I ever see you again, and I mean ever, I will blast you into the sky with these high-class targeting machines in me." Just like that Steele would push the junkie onto the ground, with cold, robotic eyes he would watch as he scrambled off into an alleyway, eventually disappearing off into the twists and turns of junkie haven.
Turning his head back to the bar, his intended place to kick back for an hour or two and drink with a few bandits and most likely kick up a ruckus. Spinning the blaster on his finger, before holstering it in the blink of an eye he would open the door of the bar. Right away, just like something you would see out of a western movie, everyone in the bar turned their gaze to the General, though seeing as they all knew who he was, they turned back to mind their own business. Adjusting himself for a moment in the doorway as the bandits that had followed him would squeeze and scurry in around him, taking to the front of the bar and taking a place, leaving one right in the middle for him to have a perfect seat to see each and every fine alcohol they had there. His gaze turned, looking for something that piqued his interest, being a one time alcoholic who always seemed to return for a taste of his former addiction. Steele knew all there was to know about whiskey, vodka, beer, wine, margaritas and any other kind of alcohol you could name, he had tried almost every kind also, so nothing was out of his palette. Placing a few Zeni on the bar before him he would make full eye contact with the bartender that seemed to be struggling with controlling Steele's bandit comrades but before he could open his mouth all the tomfoolery had stopped from his comrades "I would like some sassafras whiskey, please"
Just like that, the barkeep would get to work seeing as the bandits were eyeballing him down, ready to comment on his every move and call out any foul play to Steele so he could blast this barkeeper into oblivion. Faster than he had ever been served before, a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass was placed before him, and then along the theme of fast Steele didn't even bother with the shot glass. He was a man of sheer power, so he lifted the bottle and began downing it, the fire danced down his throat though he liked the flavor just enough to finish the whole bottle within a minute. Turning his gaze to the bartender once more, he would just shoot a smile his way "Gero Enterprise or Corporation, whatever their name is didn't have to modify me to do that!" standing up, the bandits began to cheer. It was obvious they had already helped themselves to whatever they could nap as everyone in the bar was looking in awe at Steele's chugging skill.
"Hey, one of those slimy bastards took my drink!" Would come out of more than one person's mouth within the bar, Steele only laughed as quite a few men began to close in on the group of bandits. The regulars seemed like they would attack when they got in distance, though the bandits kept drinking knowing that Steele would tell them when to attack. Standing up, now only a slightly tipsy from the whole bottle of whiskey he drew his blaster pistol once more. "Show these townfolk what we are made of boys!" just like that swords and knives were drawn and the bandits charged, though they had more than a hard time from these burly intoxicated men, though Steele kept his cool like always. Pointing forward, he would aim towards his first target, taking right at their thigh he would depress the trigger, for less than a half-second the gun was silent then a burst of energy flew from the barrel moving forward faster than any normal human could see. Tearing through the man's leg he would fall straight to the ground, hearing the shooting the rest of the patrons were smart, turning and running for their lives as Steele simply holstered his guns. Looking around he would see a few bandits on the floor, others looting the bodies of the patrons they had either knocked unconscious or killed, letting out a sigh he would turn back and wink at the petrified barkeep, stepping right over the man he had just shot who was on the ground writhing in pain, Steele would waltz out of the bar with simply no second thought about the ruckus he had just caused.
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:[ Applied For ]
Technique Slots: 5/5
Species: Android
Age:35
Gender:Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting:10
Energy Control:5
Reflexes:10
Resilience:5
Accuracy:20 (Fighting) / 15 (Energy)
Defense:60
HP: 40
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class:Strategist
Racial Trait:Infinite Ki
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000
Mastery Points: 2/2 (You start with 2 mastery points which can be used to purchase masteries or banked for later use.)
Traits: N/A
Class Features:
Opportunist - Increase your critical strike range by 10 with all attacks(95+ would instead be 85+.) If your target is currently suffering from a Status Effect, increase this to 15(95+ would instead be 80+.)
Stratagem - At the beginning of each thread, you may select up to 3 Utility or Defensive techniques that you know. You may use each of those techniques one additional time during that thread.
Appearance:
Personality: General Steele is overall a fellow stuck up with himself and his own greatness, along with the luxury of his android body and modifications. You can quite often catch him boasting about his superiority and prestige, he thinks that he could turn any rag-tag group into a formal fighting force with only a few weeks of training. Despite this though, he absolutely refuses to lead any sort of fighting force into combat, thinking that if they get hurt it would look bad on his part. Along with his ability to easily grow attached to people he trains alongside and fights alongside, willing to sacrifice himself at any time for his comrade's health and wellbeing. While fighting alone, he is fierce and seems to keep his cocky nature, feeling like he has nothing to lose even in a death battle; he often holds mercy for his opponents and will never deal a finishing blow to someone on the ground unless they are quite literally a monster to humanity itself.
History: Born as a middle-class citizen in Central City, Steele's birth name was Okami Steele following along the bloodline of many other leaderlike individuals who led militaries big and small into many battles. Born to a father with an iron resolve who bestowed upon him the dangerous Steele genes. Along with a fierce, yet soft mother, he had everything a middle-class boy could ever want and some more; though this isn't saying that he was raised as a brat. Starting at five years old, Okami had to wake up every morning as the sun had risen and do workouts disguised as chores; along with this he oftentimes went out with his father to inspect troops and to spectate military drill training and other sorts of training. This, in turn, turned him into a boy who wanted to be a soldier like his daddy and the men before him, within school he studied hard and outside of school he trained even harder. This never got in the way with his perfectly balanced social life, and he grew up as any good kid should; he had his first kiss under the bleachers of the high school sports field with his girlfriend of six months then shortly experienced his "Life-changing" break up shortly after. He got into trouble, stealing things from stores, being places he shouldn't or fighting; he was just a normal kid who had a dream and after his high school graduation, he started to achieve the said dream, entering military school, the same exact one where his dad studied.
Entering "Central City Military School" Okami knew there was competition here, he would have to rise above everyone else to become something new. He turned his occasional studying, his occasional training into the only two things he did besides eating, drinking and relieving himself. Social life was a thing of the past for him at that point, he abandoned all hope of a normal relationship and the only girl he was going to get married to was lady war. Quickly, he rose to new heights though his mental health had seemed to suffer quite a bit, turning to drink whenever he had downtime or school breaks; even with these problems, he was successful at school though at home he was a menace. Something of a disgrace to the Steele name, this turned him from the regular tradition of the family becoming military figures and just about as he was going to finally graduate from military school and become a full-blown soldier; he left home and ran without looking back.
With this, he found himself alone and stranded within the Demonlands, he was fresh meat for the bandits and was a danger to himself with his ever-increasing tendency to drink. He was always fighting tooth and nail to get just one more drip of whatever booze he could get his hands on, necessities such as food and water were of a smaller concern to him. Somehow, he managed to survive for quite a while, gaining respect among the bandits and even earning a nickname which was "Steele Stomach" due to the sheer amount of booze he could consume within a short amount of time. Eventually, he even picked up a gang of idiots who seemed to respect him and his seemingly good advice when it came to fighting and strategy. Slowly Okami saw how his influence became existent, and he had people that would listen to him, like that his own childhood dream peaked the surface though he attempted at likening the bandits to actually well-trained soldiers, they would suffice for him. This is when he began to train men, teaching them basic strategy, formations and all sorts of military fighting techniques including the infamous guerilla warfare.
This began Okami's first-ever campaign, though to say he was going to try to reform these men and himself would be a lie. In fact, instead of doing so, he would attack convoys of supplies coming back and forth from cities along with any other unfortunate people who came across Steele and his men. Over time, unlike most bandits, Okami had grown very fond of his men, they were like the family he lost once before; he always treated them better than himself, giving them what he could. Eventually even kicking his intense drinking habit in order to have more money for food and supplies to make sure his men always had the edge in battle, even if they weren't the strongest or brightest of them all. For awhile he was a successful bandit, he made tremendous profits and was wanted for a high sum of Zeni by governments across the world, this led to him getting major attention, of course, attack after attack, and blow after blow his team began to fall apart. His members either died on the field of battle or left to seek a different life, at the end of it all it left him with only three men at his final stand.
Surrounded by a large sum of bounty hunters and soldiers, all of which coming for the head of him and his men. The fight went on for at least an hour, blaster fire filled the desert's usual silence and forever marked the machines of war that were used to kill such a menace as Okami Steele. Bodies and the weapons they wielded littered the battlefield, with only a single man standing to oppose the hundreds against him by the end of this battle, the siege was glorious with plenty of explosions and bloodshed, it would turn a Micheal Bay into that of a high school pyrotechnics show. With his weapon in hand, Steele was already wounded, even with one of his hands looking like only a flayed stump which he somehow managed to use to clobber anyone who was unfortunate enough to get close to him. The soldiers who fought say that even after the flurries of blaster fire hit him, he still stood till his body looked like swiss cheese dipped in a thick layer of blood and sand.
For most, this would be the end of their story, and as Okami made his way up to the afterlife. It would seem his reputation granted him another chance at life, a few scientists and medics from Gero and Capsule corp recovered his body shortly after the battle. Managing to keep him trapped between life and death, he was taken to one of the many Gero enterprise labs and fitted with cybernetic limbs and given a practically whole new body, the only things left of him were his bits of a head and bits and pieces of a torso. Though within his body was placed some high-end parts, and he was even fortunate enough to be fitted with monitoring and control programming to make sure he could never become the monster he once was, though still keeping his personality intact for future uses of his extensive combat knowledge. Though like most things, it didn't last, one of his previous goons had noticed him doing humanitarian work and assisting soldiers and such, automatically he knew something was up. Discovering what he had been turned into, using the many connections the underworld has he kidnapped and restored the new and improved "General Steele Model A-1" or to now be known as "General Steele" to his old state, no longer falling under the control of Capsule Corp.
RP Sample: General Steele, one of the strangest men you could ever see, and one of the last people you would want to see walking down your street with a group of goons in tow. With a grin on his face as he walked down the cobbled stone streets of the east city recreation district. He didn't come here with the intention to start any trouble, that was something rare by itself as Steele had often looked to steal, terrorize or anything else that could drive up his own infamy on the streets. On his hip was a blaster pistol modeled off of a revolver from the days of cowboys and cattle rustlers, personally, it was his favorite weapon that he had ever gotten his hands on whether it was living or when he was a mechanized monster. He seemed to be calm, cool and collected, unlike the goons that walked with him that staggered and destroyed anything that was in their way, along with robbing anything that even looked like it held value from anybody who stepped within a few meters of them. Despite Steele coming to not start trouble, he had no control over the ones who had followed him in, he was only here for a drink to numb that physical pain that he got every once and awhile. It seemed that the famed Gero Enterprise could do everything but stop the pain of his few body parts that didn't need any sort of enhancement, sometimes it made him wish he died in that shootout. Though he always seemed to hold on just fine, a little bit of whiskey would numb the pain in no time and he would be back out on his way to rob someone or take candy from a baby, something like that.
Finally, as he came to a stop at the bar, there was only a single man waiting outside; he seemed skinny and strung out on drugs. Turning his gaze to the man, it was obvious no fear would lay within the junkie as he staggered through the crowd of bandits who seemingly let him through. Laying his hand across the Steele's shoulder, a smile would grow across his face as he would move his hand in front of the General's face then remove it quickly, acting as if he was unveiling some sort of new contraption or trying to surprise him. "Hey-ya Whats a fine general like you doing in a low-class place like this, aren't you to busy wiping your ass with the well-earned tax money you extort from the people of earth." The Junkie would say this all with a sporadic and comically high voice, with no surprise to the bandits the only thing that was heard was the unclipping his blaster from his belt, then the yelping of the junkie surprised for a second that the general actually kept a weapon on him. "Now buddy, you wouldn't want to test the accuracy of all these machines in my head, would you? I suggest you stagger off into whatever drug house you came from and stay there for a while. Because if I ever see you again, and I mean ever, I will blast you into the sky with these high-class targeting machines in me." Just like that Steele would push the junkie onto the ground, with cold, robotic eyes he would watch as he scrambled off into an alleyway, eventually disappearing off into the twists and turns of junkie haven.
Turning his head back to the bar, his intended place to kick back for an hour or two and drink with a few bandits and most likely kick up a ruckus. Spinning the blaster on his finger, before holstering it in the blink of an eye he would open the door of the bar. Right away, just like something you would see out of a western movie, everyone in the bar turned their gaze to the General, though seeing as they all knew who he was, they turned back to mind their own business. Adjusting himself for a moment in the doorway as the bandits that had followed him would squeeze and scurry in around him, taking to the front of the bar and taking a place, leaving one right in the middle for him to have a perfect seat to see each and every fine alcohol they had there. His gaze turned, looking for something that piqued his interest, being a one time alcoholic who always seemed to return for a taste of his former addiction. Steele knew all there was to know about whiskey, vodka, beer, wine, margaritas and any other kind of alcohol you could name, he had tried almost every kind also, so nothing was out of his palette. Placing a few Zeni on the bar before him he would make full eye contact with the bartender that seemed to be struggling with controlling Steele's bandit comrades but before he could open his mouth all the tomfoolery had stopped from his comrades "I would like some sassafras whiskey, please"
Just like that, the barkeep would get to work seeing as the bandits were eyeballing him down, ready to comment on his every move and call out any foul play to Steele so he could blast this barkeeper into oblivion. Faster than he had ever been served before, a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass was placed before him, and then along the theme of fast Steele didn't even bother with the shot glass. He was a man of sheer power, so he lifted the bottle and began downing it, the fire danced down his throat though he liked the flavor just enough to finish the whole bottle within a minute. Turning his gaze to the bartender once more, he would just shoot a smile his way "Gero Enterprise or Corporation, whatever their name is didn't have to modify me to do that!" standing up, the bandits began to cheer. It was obvious they had already helped themselves to whatever they could nap as everyone in the bar was looking in awe at Steele's chugging skill.
"Hey, one of those slimy bastards took my drink!" Would come out of more than one person's mouth within the bar, Steele only laughed as quite a few men began to close in on the group of bandits. The regulars seemed like they would attack when they got in distance, though the bandits kept drinking knowing that Steele would tell them when to attack. Standing up, now only a slightly tipsy from the whole bottle of whiskey he drew his blaster pistol once more. "Show these townfolk what we are made of boys!" just like that swords and knives were drawn and the bandits charged, though they had more than a hard time from these burly intoxicated men, though Steele kept his cool like always. Pointing forward, he would aim towards his first target, taking right at their thigh he would depress the trigger, for less than a half-second the gun was silent then a burst of energy flew from the barrel moving forward faster than any normal human could see. Tearing through the man's leg he would fall straight to the ground, hearing the shooting the rest of the patrons were smart, turning and running for their lives as Steele simply holstered his guns. Looking around he would see a few bandits on the floor, others looting the bodies of the patrons they had either knocked unconscious or killed, letting out a sigh he would turn back and wink at the petrified barkeep, stepping right over the man he had just shot who was on the ground writhing in pain, Steele would waltz out of the bar with simply no second thought about the ruckus he had just caused.
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:[ Applied For ]
Technique Slots: 5/5