Post by Duran on Jul 25, 2021 9:53:00 GMT -8
Tuffle Name: Dr. Duran Pearish
Alias: Mercenary Duran
Species: Tuffle
Age: Over hundreds of years old
Gender: Male
Referred by: N/A
Appearance: Dr. Pearish, now days, is rarely ever seen in public outside of his battle armor. However, when he is witnessed, he appears to be a man in his thirties with a boyish, ten-years-young look about him. One would never guess that such an innocent-looking man was a deadly mercenary. His hair is maroon and eyes a hazel-gold. His skin bears a warm, beige hue. He is around six-foot-one in height, weighing 185 lbs with a lean, athletic figure. Dr. Pearish resembles an Earthling, and so blending in among them isn’t difficult.
Personality: Dr. Pearish is brilliant like the rest of his race, demonstrating an extraordinary aptitude for all things science. Before the Saiyan-Tuffle War kicked off, he designed weapons for the military, allowing his fondness for creation to run rampant. Unfortunately, peace didn’t last.
During the war, he had put the safety of his family before the government, and they didn’t like it. When Dr. Pearish was preparing to head home to his family, an ISLET officer had informed him that they had become casualties of war. The incident was what changed his personality and view on life. He became a ruthless fighter in the war who sold his services to the government out of spite.
Centuries later, Dr. Pearish desires to start a new life. Unfortunately, old habits die hard. He does some jobs on the side to keep zeni in his pocket, food on the table, and to fund his interests. He has even started to tinker again. Dr. Pearish often reads to learn about Earth’s science and technology. If one were to meet him, they would never guess that he suffered turmoil or hardship for he is quite approachable and easy to talk to. His vocabulary at times can be quite advanced in the common tongue, demonstrating his education.
For being just a Tuffle, he is quite the soldier.
History: Dr. Pearish was an engineer on Planet Plant who specialized in Weapon Design & Development. Creating weapons was his hobby, but he never imagined the weapons being used one day. At the outbreak of the Saiyan-Tuffle War, Dr. Pearish chose to resign in order to safeguard his family from the Saiyan threat. The TSE didn’t like the idea of losing one of their developers when they needed them most, and so Dr. Pearish had his life threatened by an officer who demanded he get back to work before he deemed him a deserter. Having designed the weapon the officer held against him, Dr. Pearish was able to trick and incapacitate the officer. He attempted to return home, but a blockade of soldiers discouraged him from entering his home sector, claiming it was being held by dangerous Saiyans. Dr. Pearish didn’t care for his desire to be with his family outweighed his logic. The soldiers were forced to violently subdue him. They apprehended him, and he was placed in prison to await his hearing.
At his hearing, the judge informed him that a mysterious explosion had destroyed his home sector. Dr. Pearish was in disbelief and refused to believe him. The judge pitied him and pardoned the first allegation of desertion, allowing Dr. Pearish to return to duty to get his revenge against the Saiyans who murdered his family. With nowhere else to go, Dr. Pearish returned to his work if only to equip himself. He wasn’t satisfied with the news, and once again, left the facility to return home only to find it in ruins. It appeared a great bomb had detonated and incinerated everything. Dr. Pearish had doubts the Saiyans were capable of such power, but while he stood there mourning and speculating, he was ambushed. Saiyans attempted to capture him, and the doctor snapped.
After the incident, Dr. Pearish became adamant about ending the war. He offered ISLET his skills in exchange for being pardoned from imprisonment. As a mercenary, he held his own against a race deemed physically superior to Tuffles, and he fought until he mentally couldn’t. His rage had been calmed. His family was never returning. Tuffles were starting to flee the planet. Even high-profile ISLET officers were taking to the skies. Dr. Pearish realized that while he had fought with the hopes of one day being killed in combat, his desire to live was greater.
He returned to his lab and downloaded his work and images of his family. He then boarded one of the fleeing research ships and placed himself in cryo-sleep, unsure if he would ever wake. Dr. Pearish wound up stored in a secret bunker on Earth believed to be a classified project. He awoke from sleep when the reserve power in the bunker finally died. Unsure where he was, Dr. Pearish emerged from the bunker on the foreign planet, and his research started once again.
RP Sample:
Planet Plant, R&D Facility, Weapon Tech Floor
The dim glow of a holo-screen lit the face of a man wearing orange protection glasses. A tablet was on the desk before him depicting the diagram of a pistol-shaped weapon. He had a physical model on the desk next to him, and he often referenced it as he drew modifications to the device. A xylophone tone sounded, and the man ceased drawing. He set down his stylus and leaned back in his floating chair to stretch his back and shoulders as he yawned. The tone sounded again. He brought his arm over and tapped on a watch screen. Suddenly, a hologram screen blossomed before him, showing a beautiful woman with lavender hair gazing at him with her cheek in her hand.
“Hey,” she greeted simply.
The man greeted back with a tired and content smile, “Hey.”
“What are you up to?”
He glanced over at the gun and answered, “You know, nerd stuff. How are you? How’s Taya?”
“We’re both fine. She’s starting to tinker like you. She built a ray gun the other day, but she took apart the broadcaster to do it.”
His maroon brows lifted in surprise, and then he brought a hand to his eyes to rub them. “Just more hours of toiling to replace that I suppose.”
“When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know maybe in a few days. Lately, they have me working longer than usual.”
“I miss you.” His wife pouted.
“I miss both of you. Trust me, I do.”
He watched his wife look behind her, her bountiful locks swaying over her shoulder. She then brought her bubblegum-pink eyes back to him and smiled impishly. She whispered, “Are you alone?”
He saw the smile on her face and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. They slid left and then right as he quickly inspected his surroundings. “Maybe…”
His wife sat back in her chair, and she tapped a button on her watch-like device. Her clothes started to dematerialize, and he sat forward in his chair with large eyes and a face redder than an apple. He suddenly heard a noise over his shoulder and quickly slammed his watch against his chest before whirling around and standing out of his chair. Behind him had been a uniformed officer. With a face still red in now embarrassment, he quickly bowed before the officer in greeting, “Colonel.”
“Dr. Pearish, are you aware of the situation? An electronic memo was sent out. You should have seen it,” the lieutenant colonel (LTC) informed.
Dr. Pearish smiled sheepishly. “Uh, no. I haven’t checked my inbox in the past hour. What situation?”
“We’re at war, Doctor. An order from the BC was sent out to all engineers. We are taking the weapons that are ready, and we will need many more in production. You will receive frequent intel from the battlefield so that you can tailor our weapons to counter the Saiyan menace.”
Dr. Pearish was giving the LTC a blank and awe-struck stare.
“Dr. Pearish?” the LTC called.
Dr. Pearish blinked and he gradually relaxed some from the shock. “I need to go home.”
“You are not to leave The Facility or these premises unless we receive a new order stating so.”
Dr. Pearish turned from the LTC, sliding off his white lab coat. “I quit. I’m going home to my family.”
Dr. Pearish froze when he heard a charging whine behind him. He slowly raised his hands and turned around to face the officer surprised to see he had a blaster pointed at him.
“I was also ordered to execute anyone who would try to desert.”
“D-Desertion? This is my resignation. I should be allowed to go home and be with my family—or bring them here!”
“Evacuation procedures are in planning. We are trying to suppress the enemy into a position where we can make further decisions. Your orders are to remain here. Do you understand? Dr. Pearish, for your sake, if ‘yes’ does not leave your mouth, then I will kill you.”
Dr. Pearish stared nervously at the LTC and the barrel directed at him. Barrel…wait. He happened to glance over at the blaster on his desk.
The LTC frowned. “Don’t even try it.”
The Berrit M237…that’s the exact gun I’m working on. It has the flaw of shooting bottom-left, Dr. Pearish mused. He watched his actions play out in his head. If his conjecture happened to be incorrect, then he was dead. Frag it all.
Dr. Pearish lunged to the LTC’s right. The LTC fired and the pistol shot over the doctor’s left hip, burning a hole through his white coat. Dr. Pearish braked and sprang off his right foot before lunging directly at the LTC. His left hand slapped against LTC’s wrist, redirecting his next shot. Twirling inside his open guard, Dr. Pearish brought his left elbow around to jab into the officer’s jugular.
The LTC gasped and hunched over with his hand grasping his throat. Dr. Pearish followed with a rising knee to his face. The collision sent the officer dropping onto his back with blood tumbling from his shattered nose. Dr. Pearish, panting from nerves and adrenaline, reached down to snatch the M237 from him. He quickly dismantled it and tossed aside the energy core.
“You ISLET buffoons always forget that we’re soldiers too,” he grumbled.
He returned to his desk to quickly print the blaster he had been working on. While printing, he called his wife. Her hologram appeared before him and she was giving him a playful smile.
“Did I get you in trouble?” she asked.
“Figa; I need you to listen to me, okay?”
The urgency in her husband’s voice made the smile flee from her face. “Duran…what’s wrong?”
He was multitasking and trying to fight through his fear. He had assaulted an ISLET officer, and when they find the LTC, he would surely label him a deserter. He was shaking. He just wanted to go home and be with his family. “We’re at war,” he told her.
“What? When? There’s nothing going on here,” she said.
“I need you to get Taya and come to this sector if you can.”
His wife immediately stood from the vanity and switched the holo-screen from the mirror to her watch. She carried him with her. “Taya! Pack a bag quickly!”
“Are we going on a trip?” she heard her daughter shout back.
“Yes; dear. So please hurry!”
“Yes! Is Daddy coming?”
“He’s going to meet us there!”
“Woo!”
Duran removed the pistol from the printer and performed a functions check. She could see how anxious he was. “Duran…are you all right?”
“I’m in so much trouble,” he replied.
Figa paused in her packing. “Duran…what did you do?”
Lowering the blaster, he directed his watch over to the unconscious officer for her to see. Her frightened gasp made him tense.
“Duran, you need to get out of there! They’re going to kill you! Why-why would you do that?”
“He was going to kill me. The general put out an order that we’re not allowed to leave. I refuse to leave you and Taya alone. I need you here with me.”
“We’re coming baby. Don’t worry. But you must hurry. Get out of there!”
“I will. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’ll call you again once I’ve escaped, okay?”
“Okay. We’ll see you soon.”
Duran slid the blaster beneath his belt and removed his white lab coat, tossing it onto his floating chair. He headed for the nearest exit, glancing at the officer’s slumped body once more and regretting assaulting him; but he had been given no other choice. The lab doors slid open and Duran made his swift escape.
WC: 1,287
The dim glow of a holo-screen lit the face of a man wearing orange protection glasses. A tablet was on the desk before him depicting the diagram of a pistol-shaped weapon. He had a physical model on the desk next to him, and he often referenced it as he drew modifications to the device. A xylophone tone sounded, and the man ceased drawing. He set down his stylus and leaned back in his floating chair to stretch his back and shoulders as he yawned. The tone sounded again. He brought his arm over and tapped on a watch screen. Suddenly, a hologram screen blossomed before him, showing a beautiful woman with lavender hair gazing at him with her cheek in her hand.
“Hey,” she greeted simply.
The man greeted back with a tired and content smile, “Hey.”
“What are you up to?”
He glanced over at the gun and answered, “You know, nerd stuff. How are you? How’s Taya?”
“We’re both fine. She’s starting to tinker like you. She built a ray gun the other day, but she took apart the broadcaster to do it.”
His maroon brows lifted in surprise, and then he brought a hand to his eyes to rub them. “Just more hours of toiling to replace that I suppose.”
“When are you coming home?”
“I don’t know maybe in a few days. Lately, they have me working longer than usual.”
“I miss you.” His wife pouted.
“I miss both of you. Trust me, I do.”
He watched his wife look behind her, her bountiful locks swaying over her shoulder. She then brought her bubblegum-pink eyes back to him and smiled impishly. She whispered, “Are you alone?”
He saw the smile on her face and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. They slid left and then right as he quickly inspected his surroundings. “Maybe…”
His wife sat back in her chair, and she tapped a button on her watch-like device. Her clothes started to dematerialize, and he sat forward in his chair with large eyes and a face redder than an apple. He suddenly heard a noise over his shoulder and quickly slammed his watch against his chest before whirling around and standing out of his chair. Behind him had been a uniformed officer. With a face still red in now embarrassment, he quickly bowed before the officer in greeting, “Colonel.”
“Dr. Pearish, are you aware of the situation? An electronic memo was sent out. You should have seen it,” the lieutenant colonel (LTC) informed.
Dr. Pearish smiled sheepishly. “Uh, no. I haven’t checked my inbox in the past hour. What situation?”
“We’re at war, Doctor. An order from the BC was sent out to all engineers. We are taking the weapons that are ready, and we will need many more in production. You will receive frequent intel from the battlefield so that you can tailor our weapons to counter the Saiyan menace.”
Dr. Pearish was giving the LTC a blank and awe-struck stare.
“Dr. Pearish?” the LTC called.
Dr. Pearish blinked and he gradually relaxed some from the shock. “I need to go home.”
“You are not to leave The Facility or these premises unless we receive a new order stating so.”
Dr. Pearish turned from the LTC, sliding off his white lab coat. “I quit. I’m going home to my family.”
Dr. Pearish froze when he heard a charging whine behind him. He slowly raised his hands and turned around to face the officer surprised to see he had a blaster pointed at him.
“I was also ordered to execute anyone who would try to desert.”
“D-Desertion? This is my resignation. I should be allowed to go home and be with my family—or bring them here!”
“Evacuation procedures are in planning. We are trying to suppress the enemy into a position where we can make further decisions. Your orders are to remain here. Do you understand? Dr. Pearish, for your sake, if ‘yes’ does not leave your mouth, then I will kill you.”
Dr. Pearish stared nervously at the LTC and the barrel directed at him. Barrel…wait. He happened to glance over at the blaster on his desk.
The LTC frowned. “Don’t even try it.”
The Berrit M237…that’s the exact gun I’m working on. It has the flaw of shooting bottom-left, Dr. Pearish mused. He watched his actions play out in his head. If his conjecture happened to be incorrect, then he was dead. Frag it all.
Dr. Pearish lunged to the LTC’s right. The LTC fired and the pistol shot over the doctor’s left hip, burning a hole through his white coat. Dr. Pearish braked and sprang off his right foot before lunging directly at the LTC. His left hand slapped against LTC’s wrist, redirecting his next shot. Twirling inside his open guard, Dr. Pearish brought his left elbow around to jab into the officer’s jugular.
The LTC gasped and hunched over with his hand grasping his throat. Dr. Pearish followed with a rising knee to his face. The collision sent the officer dropping onto his back with blood tumbling from his shattered nose. Dr. Pearish, panting from nerves and adrenaline, reached down to snatch the M237 from him. He quickly dismantled it and tossed aside the energy core.
“You ISLET buffoons always forget that we’re soldiers too,” he grumbled.
He returned to his desk to quickly print the blaster he had been working on. While printing, he called his wife. Her hologram appeared before him and she was giving him a playful smile.
“Did I get you in trouble?” she asked.
“Figa; I need you to listen to me, okay?”
The urgency in her husband’s voice made the smile flee from her face. “Duran…what’s wrong?”
He was multitasking and trying to fight through his fear. He had assaulted an ISLET officer, and when they find the LTC, he would surely label him a deserter. He was shaking. He just wanted to go home and be with his family. “We’re at war,” he told her.
“What? When? There’s nothing going on here,” she said.
“I need you to get Taya and come to this sector if you can.”
His wife immediately stood from the vanity and switched the holo-screen from the mirror to her watch. She carried him with her. “Taya! Pack a bag quickly!”
“Are we going on a trip?” she heard her daughter shout back.
“Yes; dear. So please hurry!”
“Yes! Is Daddy coming?”
“He’s going to meet us there!”
“Woo!”
Duran removed the pistol from the printer and performed a functions check. She could see how anxious he was. “Duran…are you all right?”
“I’m in so much trouble,” he replied.
Figa paused in her packing. “Duran…what did you do?”
Lowering the blaster, he directed his watch over to the unconscious officer for her to see. Her frightened gasp made him tense.
“Duran, you need to get out of there! They’re going to kill you! Why-why would you do that?”
“He was going to kill me. The general put out an order that we’re not allowed to leave. I refuse to leave you and Taya alone. I need you here with me.”
“We’re coming baby. Don’t worry. But you must hurry. Get out of there!”
“I will. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I’ll call you again once I’ve escaped, okay?”
“Okay. We’ll see you soon.”
Duran slid the blaster beneath his belt and removed his white lab coat, tossing it onto his floating chair. He headed for the nearest exit, glancing at the officer’s slumped body once more and regretting assaulting him; but he had been given no other choice. The lab doors slid open and Duran made his swift escape.
WC: 1,287
Equipment:
- Pomegranate Class Power Armor Prototype
- Phaser Ring
- Katchin Sword
- Capture Net
- Sixth Slot
- Seventh Slot
Item Classifications
Weapons:
- Phaser Ring (Mythic)
This ruby ring contains a hidden blaster and is a popular, if not gaudy, accessory employed by assassins and nobility alike.
Type: Weapon - Hidden
Zeni Value: 40000
Zeni Cost: 120000
Activation: At-Will
Effect: Activating Phaser Ring performs a Ranged Energy Blast attack. This attack may not Critically Hit or Critically Miss its target and is not modified by your Traits or Class Features in any way. This Energy Blast does not cost any ki.
Limit: 4 uses per thread. - Katchin Sword (Mythic)
Forged of the Universe’s most durable metal, Katchin, this blade is a masterwork beyond conventional compare. Though it may not be named or storied, it can cut through nearly any known material.
Type: Weapon - Sword
Zeni Value: 40000
Zeni Cost: 120000
Activation: Bonus Action
Effect: Strikes that you perform on this turn are treated as if they were Critical Hits for the purposes of triggering Effects that require critical hits; additionally, your Strikes on this turn deal +3 damage and have a 50% chance to afflict their target with ‘Wound’. (Note: This does not make your strikes deal critical damage or automatically hit, only triggers Effects that list a Critical Hit as a prerequisite.)
Limit: 3 uses per thread.
Outfits:
- Pomegranate Class Power Armor Prototype (Special)
An advanced armor prototype designed by elusive Tuffle Scientists.
Type: Outfit
Zeni Value: 20000
Zeni Cost: --
Activation: Passive
Effect: Increase your maximum HP by +20 and gain +2 DR while wearing this outfit. You may use 'Intercept' one additional time per battle. Maxed by Grisha.
Limit: --
Restorative:
Grenades:
- Capture Net (Common)
This capsule contains an expanding net that is released shortly after being thrown.
Type: Grenade
Zeni Value: 10000
Zeni Cost: 40000
Activation: Bonus Action
Effect: Target one opponent; that opponent has a 50% chance to be afflicted with the Immobilize status effect. The max chance to afflict any Status Effect is 95%.
Supplementary:
- Fresh Vegetable Patch
An entire small city block's equivalent area of garden and the produce from it. It's packed with nutrients and deliciousness!
Type: Out of Battle Consumable
Zeni Value: --
Zeni Cost: --
Activation: N/A
Effect: This Product, when eaten, provides the user with a bonus PL equal to 10% of the total EP which they have gained in the entire previous week. The user may eat this mushroom at their chosen time, and the Mushroom of Might can be combined with the Wheat of Might item, Mushroom of Might item, and the 'fresh vegetable patch' item to create the 'Meal of Might' which provides the bonus PL equal to 50% to the total EP which has been gained in the entire previous week.