Post by Dio Oba on Dec 17, 2020 17:18:10 GMT -8
Name: Dio Oba
Species: Animal-Man(Leopard Tribe)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 20
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 15(10+5)
Resilience: 0
Defense: 70(50+10+5+5)
HP: 50(50+0+0)
KI: 100
DR: +1(+0+1)
Ki/Dmg Mod: -0/+3(+1+2)
Power Level: 89
Effort Points: 5.888
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points: 2/2
Reputation: 1 Southern Islands
Class:Martial Artist
Racial Trait:
Class Features:
While he does groom himself from time-to-time, his appearance is usually one of two; unkempt or sweaty. His hair is mostly disheveled, only combed once or twice a month, a mess of spikey blonde locks. The hair on his tail is much the same, bushier than most Leopard Beast-Men's would be and of a lighter shade not unlike his blonde hair. He is what many would call 'ruggedly handsome' but not overly so, and most of the time battle wounds hide any minor beauty he may have.
He prefers to wear loose and as little clothing as possible to better manuver in. Outside of training he usually wears a minimalist version of his tribe traditional furs, normally only a rossete-pattern fur-lined vest, leather breeches with a pair of buckled combat boots. When training, he prefers to wearing only gi pants if he can, though he's willing to wear other garments if required. He isn't one for fashion and it would be nearly impossible to get him to wear any sort of formal wear.
Personality: Dio is a curious cat at heart, and loves nothing more than running wild in a new place. He has a nose for exploration and tends to take the scenic route more often than not. He dislikes sleeping indoors, which in his preferred climate of sunny beaches or warm jungles usually doesn't prove an issue, but he will make an exception in cold or otherwise extreme weather.
While he can come of as goofy and lazy because of his love of easy living, he is actually a highly dedicated martial artist with a desire to revive and make famous his tribe's signature fighting style. To that end, he has been given his tribe's blessing to travel and train, a mission he takes both very seriously and as an excuse to vacation. He is able to combine his two great loves by using his adventuring as training, swimming through mighty rivers or climbing sheer cliffs to improve himself. He is always eager to see new places and try new things, and especially to spar with a new rival.
While his laid-back and adventurous attitude can make him endearing to most, he has a competitive streak and doesn't take kindly to insults against his skills and style. With any sort of competition he takes in very seriously, and in his eyes the only goal is to win no matter what. Especially when it comes to martial arts, he has no off switch and will push himself and his foe as far as possible for even the most mundane competition.
History: Dio never lived a fabulous or adventurous life while still in his home village, but had pined since a child to see more. He was born exceptionally large, even for a Beast-Man, and was quickly put to work training as a warrior for his tribe. It turned out he had some natural talent for martial arts, perhaps due to his natural size and strength or just due to his dedication to the craft. While not completely isolated from the outside world, his village was far enough into the wilds that news travelled slowly and they lived a very old and slow life there.
The years passed and Dio grew larger, stronger and more proficient in combat. News finally reached the village of a World Martial Arts Tournament to be held in the very near future, and the proud leopard endeavored to spread his village's style. Too long had they lived a quiet, isolated and Dio knew this was the exact excuse he would need. Weeks of begging his parents, the sage and every village elder finally got him what he wanted: permission to leave the village and travel. Despite his very narrow knowledge of the outside world, Dio would strike out with determiniation, one of the pieces of information to go on of a legendary martial arts school in the south.
Referred by: It's Cabin, I <3 U!
Starting Technique:
Martial Mastery Techniques
Species: Animal-Man(Leopard Tribe)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 20
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 15(10+5)
Resilience: 0
(Start+PotentialMastery+FocusMastery+Class)
Accuracy: 1d100+20(+20+0) / 1d100+0(0+0)Defense: 70(50+10+5+5)
HP: 50(50+0+0)
KI: 100
DR: +1(+0+1)
Ki/Dmg Mod: -0/+3(+1+2)
Power Level: 89
Effort Points: 5.888
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points: 2/2
Reputation: 1 Southern Islands
Level | HP Mod | Acc Mod | Def Mod | Dmg Mod | DR Mod |
0 | +0 | +0 | +5 | +2 | +1 |
1 | +10 | +5 | +5 | +2 | +2 |
2 | +15 | +10 | +10 | +3 | +2 |
3 | +15 | +10 | +15 | +4 | +3 |
Racial Trait:
- Student of a Thousand Arts: When ranking up techniques, subtract 1 MP from the cost. In addition, you receive one enhanced basic technique at the start of play.(Enhanced Dragon Dash)
Traits:
- N/A
Class Features:
- Level 0 - Martial Mastery - You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
- Level 0 - Combo Attack - Each time one of your attacks hit, increase the Accuracy of attacks used on subsequent turns by +5, stacking to a maximum of +20. This bonus is reduced to +0 on the turn following an attack failing to hit its target.
While he does groom himself from time-to-time, his appearance is usually one of two; unkempt or sweaty. His hair is mostly disheveled, only combed once or twice a month, a mess of spikey blonde locks. The hair on his tail is much the same, bushier than most Leopard Beast-Men's would be and of a lighter shade not unlike his blonde hair. He is what many would call 'ruggedly handsome' but not overly so, and most of the time battle wounds hide any minor beauty he may have.
He prefers to wear loose and as little clothing as possible to better manuver in. Outside of training he usually wears a minimalist version of his tribe traditional furs, normally only a rossete-pattern fur-lined vest, leather breeches with a pair of buckled combat boots. When training, he prefers to wearing only gi pants if he can, though he's willing to wear other garments if required. He isn't one for fashion and it would be nearly impossible to get him to wear any sort of formal wear.
Personality: Dio is a curious cat at heart, and loves nothing more than running wild in a new place. He has a nose for exploration and tends to take the scenic route more often than not. He dislikes sleeping indoors, which in his preferred climate of sunny beaches or warm jungles usually doesn't prove an issue, but he will make an exception in cold or otherwise extreme weather.
While he can come of as goofy and lazy because of his love of easy living, he is actually a highly dedicated martial artist with a desire to revive and make famous his tribe's signature fighting style. To that end, he has been given his tribe's blessing to travel and train, a mission he takes both very seriously and as an excuse to vacation. He is able to combine his two great loves by using his adventuring as training, swimming through mighty rivers or climbing sheer cliffs to improve himself. He is always eager to see new places and try new things, and especially to spar with a new rival.
While his laid-back and adventurous attitude can make him endearing to most, he has a competitive streak and doesn't take kindly to insults against his skills and style. With any sort of competition he takes in very seriously, and in his eyes the only goal is to win no matter what. Especially when it comes to martial arts, he has no off switch and will push himself and his foe as far as possible for even the most mundane competition.
History: Dio never lived a fabulous or adventurous life while still in his home village, but had pined since a child to see more. He was born exceptionally large, even for a Beast-Man, and was quickly put to work training as a warrior for his tribe. It turned out he had some natural talent for martial arts, perhaps due to his natural size and strength or just due to his dedication to the craft. While not completely isolated from the outside world, his village was far enough into the wilds that news travelled slowly and they lived a very old and slow life there.
The years passed and Dio grew larger, stronger and more proficient in combat. News finally reached the village of a World Martial Arts Tournament to be held in the very near future, and the proud leopard endeavored to spread his village's style. Too long had they lived a quiet, isolated and Dio knew this was the exact excuse he would need. Weeks of begging his parents, the sage and every village elder finally got him what he wanted: permission to leave the village and travel. Despite his very narrow knowledge of the outside world, Dio would strike out with determiniation, one of the pieces of information to go on of a legendary martial arts school in the south.
RP Sample:
"Man I could really go for some of this milk right now!"
A sharp sting in the back of his head was the response. With a clang of bottles, he nearly tumbled to the ground, but cat-reflexes caught him and he caught himself before full-timber.
"You should know well by now this is training and not snack time. What happened to that determined warrior who stood on my beach, begging to be trained?" An old man inquired from the back of a huge sea turtle that lazily swam in the shallows alongside the beach Dio skipped down now.
"I'm sorry, Sensei, but I fail to see how delivering milk is training.. Especially when you haven't even made me an official Kame student!" He had begun to work up a sweat at this point, the bright island sun beating down oppresively from above. He wore only orange gi pants and his skin was starting to take on a red glow, made only worse by the thin of film of sweat that coated his body.
"Everything can be training, young pupil. Heavy crates to build your strength, stacked precariously to develop your dexterity, all the while skipping through the wilderness to your deliveries to build your coordination. All of these things come together to build you into a fighter who reacts naturally to anything thrown at them, the reflexes that can make or break a battle."
Dio sighed, clearly not satisfied with the answer given. If he wanted to build strength, he could do pushups, if he wanted to build dexterity he could catch falling leaves, and coordination.. Well, he was a Leopard Tribe, after all. Coordination came naturally to him. Sometimes he felt like it was errands and work disguised as training, and that was only a convenient lie that they told themselves and students as to not feel exploited.
-----
They came now to the mouth of a river, as beautiful a sight as Dio's own home. A cornucopia of fruit trees grew, grown healthy and strong by the nourishment the river dumped here and the Old Master permitted a small respite under their shade. Usually not one for water, Dio dunked his head immediately into the cool and crystal clear river water, taking large gulps of water down while his head was under.
"Do not relax too much, Dio. We are still here to train after all." The large turtle came to rest in the mouth of the river, stretching it's long neck up to the shore to snack on the fallen fruit, "Eat, but quickly. We still have many lessons to cover and many deliveries to make." Dio rolled his eyes, and though the Old Master saw it, he decided to let it go this time. Dio took a spot of moss growing under one of the more exotic trees and plucked a fruit from it's branches before making himself comfortable. The fruit was delicious and juicy, and made quite a bit of mess over Dio's bare body, forcing him to take a swim to wash off the sticky sweetness and he tensed a bit as he submerged his whole body into the river. He had grown somewhat comfortable with the prospect of bathing, as many of the masters refused to teach smelly students, but even after nearly daily baths and showers, Dio still could not get rid of that primal fear that water brought up in him. He pushed it down best he could, but it always resulted in him bathing faster than one should, and in only a few minutes he was back onto the grass drying himself.
His ears twitched. Something whistled through the air behind him and without thinking, he dropped low into a cat-like crouch as the unknown object sailed over his head. "Good reflexes!" The Old Master shouted, and Dio shot him a disapproving frown, "I told you, Dio, we are here to train, not to relax." Dio scoffed while the Old Master scowled, "Not satisfied?" With that, a flurry of fruit variety flew towards Dio, the old man furious and joined in by the massive sea turtle, who sucked fruits into it's mouth and spat them rapid-fire at Dio.
Dio's instincts took over at first, sliding under the barrage before using a stone to flip out of the way. The onslaught of fruit continued as Dio turned to see where they were coming from. He spotted the turtle first, moved up the river and firing from the bank, and quickly saw his master after, darting from tree to tree, plucking fruit and throwing them just as quickly. The split-second it took for Dio to take in all the information, process it, then react was all it took for the fruit to overtake him and splatter against his body. "Like I said, reflexes, Dio! Don't think about it! Let your training guide you!"Dio spit fruit juice on the ground, dragging himself back up to his feet. "That was a dirty trick, Sensei. I just cleaned my tail!" Dio protested, his tail flicking more juice and seed onto the ground. A shiver went up his spine at the thought of having to take a second bath in a day, but he didn't take his eyes off his sensei. "You've potential, young one, but we really need to work on your... Awareness."
A sharp sting in the back of his head was the response. With a clang of bottles, he nearly tumbled to the ground, but cat-reflexes caught him and he caught himself before full-timber.
"You should know well by now this is training and not snack time. What happened to that determined warrior who stood on my beach, begging to be trained?" An old man inquired from the back of a huge sea turtle that lazily swam in the shallows alongside the beach Dio skipped down now.
"I'm sorry, Sensei, but I fail to see how delivering milk is training.. Especially when you haven't even made me an official Kame student!" He had begun to work up a sweat at this point, the bright island sun beating down oppresively from above. He wore only orange gi pants and his skin was starting to take on a red glow, made only worse by the thin of film of sweat that coated his body.
"Everything can be training, young pupil. Heavy crates to build your strength, stacked precariously to develop your dexterity, all the while skipping through the wilderness to your deliveries to build your coordination. All of these things come together to build you into a fighter who reacts naturally to anything thrown at them, the reflexes that can make or break a battle."
Dio sighed, clearly not satisfied with the answer given. If he wanted to build strength, he could do pushups, if he wanted to build dexterity he could catch falling leaves, and coordination.. Well, he was a Leopard Tribe, after all. Coordination came naturally to him. Sometimes he felt like it was errands and work disguised as training, and that was only a convenient lie that they told themselves and students as to not feel exploited.
-----
They came now to the mouth of a river, as beautiful a sight as Dio's own home. A cornucopia of fruit trees grew, grown healthy and strong by the nourishment the river dumped here and the Old Master permitted a small respite under their shade. Usually not one for water, Dio dunked his head immediately into the cool and crystal clear river water, taking large gulps of water down while his head was under.
"Do not relax too much, Dio. We are still here to train after all." The large turtle came to rest in the mouth of the river, stretching it's long neck up to the shore to snack on the fallen fruit, "Eat, but quickly. We still have many lessons to cover and many deliveries to make." Dio rolled his eyes, and though the Old Master saw it, he decided to let it go this time. Dio took a spot of moss growing under one of the more exotic trees and plucked a fruit from it's branches before making himself comfortable. The fruit was delicious and juicy, and made quite a bit of mess over Dio's bare body, forcing him to take a swim to wash off the sticky sweetness and he tensed a bit as he submerged his whole body into the river. He had grown somewhat comfortable with the prospect of bathing, as many of the masters refused to teach smelly students, but even after nearly daily baths and showers, Dio still could not get rid of that primal fear that water brought up in him. He pushed it down best he could, but it always resulted in him bathing faster than one should, and in only a few minutes he was back onto the grass drying himself.
His ears twitched. Something whistled through the air behind him and without thinking, he dropped low into a cat-like crouch as the unknown object sailed over his head. "Good reflexes!" The Old Master shouted, and Dio shot him a disapproving frown, "I told you, Dio, we are here to train, not to relax." Dio scoffed while the Old Master scowled, "Not satisfied?" With that, a flurry of fruit variety flew towards Dio, the old man furious and joined in by the massive sea turtle, who sucked fruits into it's mouth and spat them rapid-fire at Dio.
Dio's instincts took over at first, sliding under the barrage before using a stone to flip out of the way. The onslaught of fruit continued as Dio turned to see where they were coming from. He spotted the turtle first, moved up the river and firing from the bank, and quickly saw his master after, darting from tree to tree, plucking fruit and throwing them just as quickly. The split-second it took for Dio to take in all the information, process it, then react was all it took for the fruit to overtake him and splatter against his body. "Like I said, reflexes, Dio! Don't think about it! Let your training guide you!"Dio spit fruit juice on the ground, dragging himself back up to his feet. "That was a dirty trick, Sensei. I just cleaned my tail!" Dio protested, his tail flicking more juice and seed onto the ground. A shiver went up his spine at the thought of having to take a second bath in a day, but he didn't take his eyes off his sensei. "You've potential, young one, but we really need to work on your... Awareness."
Referred by: It's Cabin, I <3 U!
Starting Technique:
- SOLAR FLARE
You use your ki to amplify the light around you into a blinding flash.
Type: Utility
Action: Bonus Action
Effect: You have a 70% chance to inflict the Blind status on your target. The max chance to inflict with any effect is 95%. Attempting to flee from a thread on a turn in which Solar Flare was used increases your chance to successfully escape by +15%.
Cost: 5 ki.
Limit: Twice per thread.
Ranks: Rank 2 increases duration of Blind(caused by Solar Flare) by +1 turn. At Rank 3 it also deals 1d6 damage to target inflicted and bypasses all DR.
Learn: Rank 1 takes 2 weeks to learn. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 2 MP.
- DRAGON DASH(ENHANCED)
Your aura burns around you as you rush forth to launch a violent assault.
Type: Utility
Action: Bonus Action
Effect: Increase your Damage with Melee Attacks used on this turn by +3.
Cost: 7 ki
Limit: None
Enhanced: The first use of Dragon Dash on your turn gives +10 attack and +5 damage. Additional uses on the same turn stack +3 more damage.
Martial Mastery Techniques
- WILD ATTACK III
You swiftly blink in and out of your opponent's defenses using your powerful natural instincts, using this ability of sensing where they may be and making it harder to sense where you are, you have a higher chance to hit opponents.
Type: Utility
Action: At-Will
Effect: Generate 1 Instinct per 2 Ki paid, up to 8 instinct generated per technique use. Each stack of Instinct may provide +2 to your accuracy for the next three turns or +10 accuracy for the next three turns if you spend 4 stacks of Instinct.
Duration: N/A
Cost: 1 ki per Instinct generated.
Limit: Once per battle.
Ranks: Max Rank
- INSTINCTUAL DEFENSE III
You swiftly blink in and out of your opponent's attacks using your powerful natural instincts.
Type: Defense
Action: At-Will
Effect: Generate 1 Instinct per 1 Ki paid, up to 8 instinct generated per technique use. Each stack of Instinct may provide +2 to your defense for the next three turns or +10 to your defense for the next three turns if you spend 4 stacks of Instinct.
Duration: N/A
Cost: 1 ki per Instinct generated.
Limit: Once per battle.
Ranks: Max Rank - TELEPORT III
You vanish--moving immediately through space and time by some unnatural means.
Type: Defense
Action: Standard Action - Reactive
Effect: You immediately avoid all attacks and utility techniques that would have hit you this turn, including critical hits. You may use this technique to flee the current thread.
Cost: 20 ki.
Limit: Once per battle.
Ranks: Max Rank
Technique Slots: 4/8 (Solar Flare|Wild Attack|Instinctual Defense|Teleport|X|X|X|X)
Masteries: Focus Mastery I(Ref)