Post by Michi on Sept 6, 2019 15:57:20 GMT -8
Name: Michi
Species: Human
Age: Twenty-Three
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 10
Energy Control: 5
Reflexes: 10
Resilience: 5
Accuracy: 1d100+10 / 1d100+5
Defense: 40+10+0=50
HP: 50+5-20=35
KI: 100
DR: -0
Class: Conqueror
Racial Trait: 9001 Lives
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000 Zeni (You start with 1000 Zeni)
Mastery Points: 2/2
Traits:
Class Features:
Final Word-You gain 1 additional use of every Finisher-type Special Technique that you know, per thread.
Destroyer-The first time you use a non-Finisher-type Special Technique in a thread, it costs 0 ki and gains an additional +10 attack modifier. After the first time a Special Technique is used in the current thread, it gains +4 damage for the remainder of the thread.
Appearance:
Brown hair slicked back that reached the back of his neck right above his shoulders, and pale skin, with amethyst colored eyes. He has a small stubble he refuses to shave because he thinks it adds to his look. He wears a coat with a furred collar and under that he wears a vest that is white cheetah print, and he wears under that vest a brown long sleeve button up shirt with an orange tie. He stands at around six feet tall and weighs around one hundred and sixty pounds. His frame is thin and slightly muscular. He has a tattoo on his back it is of a King Cobra, after all the King Cobra is the king of snakes why can’t Michi be the King of all the Earth. When he is relaxing he is never seen not smoking a cigarette.
Personality:
Michi wonders why so many people enjoy fighting, to see the pained expressions on their opponents he liked to quickly end it, he may be a criminal but he was always more in the racket business such as bootlegging booze and making moonshine. That doesn’t mean he’s a wimp either, he knows how to lay down the law to the people lower down on the food chain than him. Or at least he did until they tried to whack him, seeing as he’s still alive that didn’t work. So with his life of making moonshine, was pretty much screwed because they would find out he was alive if he ever got back in the business, he decided that the Earth is too much of a Cesspool, especially with so many factions vying for control. So he decided to do what any smart man would do find a pre existing faction and climb to the top, then make that faction destroy all other major factions, and absorb their remnants, to make a superpower, after all it’s a fool's errand to completely take over the world with pure brute force by yourself.
History:
Michi was born in Oolong City twenty-three years ago. Grew up in the Red-Light District, so it was inevitable that he would have been dragged into a life of crime. The people he was recruited by were Moonshiners, making illegal alcohol it was simple enough, though he just started out as a chore boy though, he usually went out and bought them newspapers and cigarettes or beer for them. Then when he became a teenager he became the muscle for the crew, he was trained how to take hits and give hits while he was never good at taking his lumps he was good at giving them. He was stuck as the muscle until he was nineteen, then he was finally somehow through a series of complex backroom dealings and became the second in command of the organization.
Though the good things didn’t last when he first turned twenty-three, somebody framed him from skimming money probably Franky, Franky always wanted his position, he was like twenty years Michi’s senior, he hated taking orders from what he called a damn kid. Well he got his wish they tried to whack him, bullet to the back of the head somehow he survived, They dumped him into the ocean naked too just to make sure Michi was dead. Though thankfully it didn’t work he washed ashore on the Southern Islands. It was strange that he drifted so far away and managed to stay alive. The first thing he did was find the clothes that he beat out of some punk who thought he could take Michi. After that his path to find a faction that was worthy of his time began.
RP Sample:
Michi sighed as he leaned back smoking a cigarette, they were on a boat right now he and his subordinates were preparing to take moonshine to sell in West City the coppers weren’t gonna catch them tonight. Then he heard a loud crash, if the boys wouldn’t stop fuckin’ around. “Hey you morons that valuable cargo if you drop it you buy or do you want me ta’ tell the boss you broke the product,” Michi roared at his men their was one greasy tall fat one wearing a Double breasted jacket and suit and tie with a top-hat and monocle. And a Short guy in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, wearing a trucker hat. Then the last guy was a giant of a man Muscle from head to toe standing at least eight feet tall, wearing the same thing as Michi which was a which at the time was a A white pinstripe suit, matching slacks and Snakeskin steel toe boots, though the big guy had a huge pompadour and a Fu-Man Chu moustache. That abomination was named Franky, his atrocious fashion sense burned Michi’s eyes since it was obvious the older man was mimicking him. Meanwhile the big fat greasy one in the small one bowed several times, apologies sputtering from their lips at a thousand miles a second.
Michi narrowed his eyes to Franky, the guy who really pissed him off and couldn’t take orders thinking he was the best since he was the second oldest besides the boss, but he was just a muscle-brained idiot with facial hair. “Don’t make me pissed Franky I’m not in the mood for your garbage,” Michi growled out in his naturally raspy voice. Franky just rolled his eyes, then Michi shot to his feet, and in the blink of an eye Franky was on his knees Michi had one of his hands around Franky’s throat. Franky’s eyes were wide with fear. “I don’t give a shit how long you’ve been working for the Boss, I’ve worked my ass off to get to the point I’m at I did work as a chore boy, then I was muscle from age thirteen to nineteen, I got this position because I worked my ass off, not because I rubbed shoulders with the boss when he started the Moonshining Operation and became a kingpin,” Michi growled out as he was no longer going to play nice with Franky. Franky's fear quickly turned into a smirk though, it was as if he was looking at something behind Michi, Michi’s eyes widened as he heard, the clicking of a gun hammer shit, there was no way to dodge, huh? The sound of a bullet coming out of a gun rang in his ears. As he fell forward his grip fell off of Franky’s neck he fell face forward hitting the deck, his vision blurry quickly darkening, he desperately grabbed at Franky’s ankle though it was so hard to hear anything, but it was obvious Franky was saying something. Franky then repeatedly stomped on the back of Michi’s head, one time, two times, three times and the third time did the trick. As his consciousness faded, he thought to himself that ‘this must be the end’.
Referred by: N/A
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:
LIGHTNING AURA:
A buzzing and crackling aura filled with electrical energy surrounds you and lashes out at anyone who tries to harm you
Type: Defense
Action: Bonus Action
Effect: Starting on your next turn after activation, all melee attacks that hit you during the duration deal 1 damage back to the attacker per damage die rolled. For example: A 1d8 Strike would deal 1 damage back and a 6d6+4 barrage would deal 6 damage back. This damage bypasses all DR.
Duration: 3 turns.
Cost: 15 ki
Limit: Once per thread.
Ranks: Rank 2 lasts 4 turns and Rank 3 lasts 5 turns.
Learn: Rank 1 takes 2 weeks to learn. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 2 MP.
Technique Slots: 4/5