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Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 16:02:18 GMT -8
♔ KING ♔Species: Beastman Age: 20 Gender: Male
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Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 16:51:37 GMT -8
♔ ABOUT ♔Appearance: An anthropomorphic panda. His most noticeable trait is his small stature. Despite having just broken into his twenties, he remains his even 4.20 feet that he possessed for the majority of his childhood and the whole of his adolescence. Another characteristic that stands out is the stubborn squint his eyes are generally in; but in grave situations, his eyes always open wider. His head is paved in white fur while around his eye and his ears possess a black hue. His upper body, including his arms, sport black fur and down from there, presumably white. His feet are more paw-ish than what a human would sport; though, his hands possess a quadruplet of fingers and a thumb. His attire is not static and the majority of the time, King can be found wearing a gi or marital arts garb of some variety. This is his means of broadcasting his talents and interests. Personality: With a can-do-will-do attitude, King's ambitions knows no bounds. A sense of guilt and responsibility, a dreadful emotional cocktail that often evokes periods of brooding, creates two tangible faces for the inspiring martial artist. He is rather whimsical, enthusiastic, and easily loses himself to the high other like-minded individuals invoke within him. However, simultaneously, he feels an obligation to find and rescue the couple that adopted and cared for him since infancy. With little clue as to whether or not there is anything left to rescue, King finds himself pulled in two different directions. Should he pursue the past, chasing captors with captives that likely no longer walk this Earth or move on and pursue the future. The latter appears bright for after discovering an aptitude for combat, drinking in new techniques and experiences became enjoyable enough to become a newfound life purpose.
His mannerisms receive no self-made filter. He is unblushing, uncouth and pays little heed to the eyes that fall upon him nor what thoughts may be brewing behind them. His alignment leans nearer to neutral with good tendencies. He does not seek heroism, but progression in his own strength and abilities. King's past creates a prejudice against demons, however; but his stance against them and the acts made against them should not be mistaken for gallantry. History: The Pig Demon Duchies.
Within its dominion lay, nestled within bordering wood, a village; a homely village with an unremarkable populace. Humility abounded, especially for a particular family of eel-like beastmen.
These anthropomorphic beings possessed a family business, albeit existed for but two generations. Their innate ability to generate electricity was utilized to restore charges to batteries for, generally, archaic machinery, automobiles, and other devices that are few and far between. Their village dawdled behind many technological advances as a result of its ostensible misfortune in regards to finances. Like their home, this family managed to scrape by. Their business was not a bustling business - being as niche as they come - and attracted just enough traffic to bestow them an income capable of supporting basic needs.
Amidst them was their adopted son, King - a panda-esque beastman who had mysterious beginnings - simply found upon their doorstep in true, cliché fashion and taken in out of pure, unbridled benignity. Despite being vastly different in appearance to his adoptive parents, they were very much his parents.
Yet, the town’s history of receiving a duke or duchess’s protection was always spotty; preferring finding methods of protection and means of perseverance within the confines of their own town. That way, they would not be in the debt of another and need not fear the nature of the inevitable favor to be called in later.
"Eh, yer turnin' me away even after I made ya such a good offer?"
These were the words of a raccoon man. His tone harbored amusement, not bafflement, as he was respectfully turned away by a small group of the town's representatives. He could only snort, chortle as he shrugged, turned upon a pivot before walking away. Brazenly, he reached out to pat the young King on the head as he moved passed. The onlooking family scooped King up as if to shield him from some kind of malevolent influence they thought the 'duke' idly diffused.
So, when bandits raided the village one fateful day, it was not exactly surprising. It was under the protection of nobody. Demons thirsty for discourse obtruded the town, possessed not only their natural power, but martial skill enough to subdue not only ordinary folk, but even the electric beastmen as well.
Doubtlessly from the Northern Academy of Transformation or the Pig-Demon School of Martial Arts, a particularly devious pair had the idea to steal away two unlucky eel-men. They could not be stopped. Amused at their appearance and drunk with the idea of using them and their power for their own gain, they stole the two away before King's eyes. The humiliating, violent way they seized them, placed them under captivation - it left their adoptive son trembling as he watched unable to turn away. Before their attention could slip the youth’s way, he slipped behind the building he was peering around and ran as fast as he could, abandoning his parents with the utmost degree of cowardice.
In time, he managed to gather himself. In a burst of unfounded courage, he ventured back to his home - but nobody was there. That was what he thought as he stood there, loitering in front of an abandoned home in a ghost town. Soon, he felt a hand come down on his shoulder. Startled, his head lashed around to identity a familiar raccoon man.
"They really should have taken me up on my offer."
His name was Bandit. King's second interaction with him began with a fit of rage. Great botheration befell him from his casually-spat-out words; but despite his greatest effort, he did not lay a finger upon him. He employed casual evasive maneuvers while maintaining a mildly-amused expression. After no spirit and vigor remained within the defeated adolescent, another offer was made as he panted there before him on the ground. Too fatigued to even plug his ears, he had little choice but to catch wind of the stranger's words. He would take King into his care and teach him how to fight. In exchange? He never did say. It was an asinine expectation. Agreement. However, King had more than nothing to lose. He had nobody; but seemingly, the individual before him wished for that to be made untrue. After a period spent enduring a waning temper tantrum, King agreed after deciding he would go find and take his parents back with his own hands.
Despite his detective work, he could not find them. Inquires drifted Bandit's way and for a time, there was a genuineness to his ignorance on the matter. However, after a while, it became more and more apparent that Bandit was dodging the question, shifting the subject to something else. Eventually, King wrestled what information Bandit had about his parents. He was too shady a figure to lack connections that could shed light on the matter and after having taken it upon himself to launch his own investigation, he learned of their fate. He learned that they became playthings; toys and had long-since been broken. Punching bags for the purpose of training - albeit temporary and mere novelties until the punches thrown grew too hard.
"...They're dead, man..." The three words were the only ones Bandit could get out. King did not have a response. He turned and ran; actions his adoptive guardian predicted would happen. This is where King's adventure begins; having abandoned his last connection, he seeks... something. He knows not if it is revenge, new connections, purpose - but as long as he keeps moving, he feels he won't have long enough to dwell on anguishing thoughts.
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Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 18:18:17 GMT -8
♔ FIGHTING STYLE ♔Skills & StatisticsFighting: 10 Energy Control: 25 Reflexes: 25 Resilience: 10
Melee Accuracy: 1d100+(10) Ranged Accuracy: 1d100+(25) Defense: 80 HP: 60 KI: 100 DR: +1
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Student of a Thousand Arts
Traits: N/A Techniques (1/5): Special Techniques{Spoiler}
Defensive{Spoiler}
MISC.{Spoiler}
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.
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.
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Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 19:04:32 GMT -8
♔ Inventory ♔EquippedSlot 1: None
Slot 2: None
Slot 3: None
Slot 4: None InventoryOutfits: None
Restoratives: None
Supplementary: None
Weapons: None
Grenades: None
Vehicles: None
Other: None
Stronghold Name: N/A Rank: 0 Location: N/A Members: None Description: None
Add-Ons None
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King
Nov 4, 2019 19:09:41 GMT -8
Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 19:09:41 GMT -8
♔ MISC ♔RP Sample: It was the first time that he’d been laughed out of a martial arts school.
It was all he could think about as he moved forward upon a commonly-traveled dirt road. The bordering woodlands found themselves, like him, beneath the dismaying, monochrome light of the overcast, afternoon sky; the likes of which defused its achromatic luminance without discrimination. Dressed in a gi, his interests were laid bare for onlookers to see; but the gaze he cast forward was plump with a maddened ire, a potent loathing that dared anybody to step within its doubtlessly caustic trajectory.
His narrowed, rage-filled eyes were nigh sightless, seeing vexing memories rather than what was ahead of him. He masochistically recalled their laughter over merely his appearance. The short, not-intimidating-at-all panda beastman was too much for the piggish cast - but it was more than that. But a glance was all King needed to discern their thirst for provocation. The laughter was contagious and only multiplied its potency exponentially the more bedeviled its target became. He could only storm out in a fit of rage, not so much as throwing a single punch their way. It was not that he was above that sort of thing.
Oh no.
He was far beneath it. However, it was blatantly obvious that it was exactly that reaction the dojo was fishing for and, of course, he did not possess any great amount of strength. He was short and fluffy. How he planned to turn that into a weapon was beyond him; but he would do it, regardless. Perhaps after relieving himself first, which he decided to tend to after veering away from the commonly-trekked path.
An unfortunate mushroom fell beneath the beastman’s stream and the moment was spent completely absent-minded. He barely noticed the rise of a vividly-purple mist, to which the entire area was submersed in not long after.
“...Huh?” He said upon finishing, righting himself and looking around an alien forest. Its hues and shades were familiar, but the placement of the trees and their sizes - the density of the woodlands and its purple haze - all-permeating - it was not like this before. He shrugged it off as a strange fog. There were certainly stranger things in the world.
As he turned - he did not even manage to turn fully away from his chosen tree of privacy as he caught sight of a familiar figure looming in the purple mist. King’s hesitation only invited the hulking mass to step forward, ostensibly shedding the shades that obscured his identity as he did. For a moment, King was speechless. He saw before him one of the two responsible for the kidnapping of his parents. He was standing right there, grinning as King’s agape mouth quivered, albeit it was not long before his teeth were clenched tightly together as rage overtook his bestial visage.
“BASTAAAAAARD!!!” King screamed as winds and wispy lengths of energy whipped around and about his form. A thunderous explosion sounded from his small physique. The sheer energy he conjured possessed the force of a hurricane, but the figure he directed all of his anger at - he did not flinch. Why he did not was anybody’s guess for despite his size, the headbutt King launched into his abdomen not only knocked all of the air out of the figure, but sent them reeling across the ground.
The day had finally come. It came so abruptly, it left King without words to throw his nemesis’ way. His breaths were heavy. His fur-paved chest heaved as he made a valiant effort to gain some variety of composure. However, he failed and continued his laboured breaths. It was as if he attempted to fortify a splintering house filled-to-bursting with a storm of unbridled, cauterizing rage. After looking down at his shaking hands, he closed them into tight fists and looked back at the figure. They were moving to push themselves back up.
Suddenly, King was there and with a downward swing with his fist, he embedded them into the forest’s floor. The land shattered in an outward-moving wave of destruction. The eyes of his target no longer harboured consciousness. They lost their sight, their sheen as blood jettisoned from his mouth. Falling listless with a dull thump, King hung over the body. His breathing finally started to come under his control. His breaths grew lighter until he looked up and saw another - the second of the pair that had kidnapped his parents. However, this time they spoke. They asked him,
“Are you okay?”
King blinked. He was unable to understand what he was hearing. Was he okay? His brow furrowed. He knew not to get angry or ask for clarification; but then what he was looking at changed. It was a middle-aged woman. The purple haze that filled the forest was no longer present. It did not dissipate. It just was not there like it never was.
The woman put her arms out in an attempt to soothe the befuddled soul. “Calm down. I saw some mushroom’s back there. They were agitated, releasing their purple spore clouds. Were you around them?” Still no answer from King, so she continued.
“They release a powerful hallucinogen, but it isn’t long lasting…”
King looked down at the body he was pummeling. Nobody was there. A moment was spent asking himself, 'was all of that just a hallucination?'
What actually happened:
King cutely ran over in a fit of rage and started blindly swinging at the air. There was no explosive aura of power or insane marital skill. No speed or spontaneous learning to fly; just a silly panda-man hallucinating up a storm.
“I… uh…” King stammered. “I… gotta go..!” Almost swallowed entirely by embarrassment, King ran off without another word sent the woman’s way. The native to the area watched as King ran, stood there for but a moment before shrugging the whole ordeal off and walking away in her own, opposing direction. Referred by: Fang
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King
Nov 4, 2019 19:23:56 GMT -8
Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 19:23:56 GMT -8
♔ LOGS ♔Effort PointsCurrent Effort Points: 501 Total Effort Points: 4,501 Effort Point Gains +1000 // Referral Bonus +1001 // RP Sample +2500 // Oolong City Arithmetic
Effort Point Expenditures -4000 // +4 MP Mastery PointsCurrent Mastery Points: 1 Total Mastery Points: 7
Mastery Point Gains +2 // Character Creation +1 // Referral Bonus
Mastery Point Expenditures Potential Level 1 // -2 MP Potential Level 2 // -4 MP Power LevelBase Power Level: 275
Power Level Gains +100 // RP Sample +175 // Oolong City Arithmetic ZeniZeni on Hand: 1,000z
Zeni Gains +1,000z // Character Creation
Zeni Expenditures Nothing yet Respecs Free: Skills 0/1 || Traits 1/1 || Techniques 0/1 || Class Traits 1/1 || Class 1/1 11/21/2019: Swapped starting 15 points in Fighting to EC. Changed utility technique "Poison" into Special "Panda Express"
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King
Nov 4, 2019 20:16:26 GMT -8
Post by King on Nov 4, 2019 20:16:26 GMT -8
Reserved (just incase) and Done!
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King
Nov 4, 2019 22:37:04 GMT -8
Post by Cayle Pota on Nov 4, 2019 22:37:04 GMT -8
Approved, you and Fang should both receive the +1 MP and +1000 EP referral bonus, as well as a +25% to all gains for one month from now (So until December 5th, 2019) when you two do a thread together.
RP Sample provides 1001 EP and 100 PL.
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