Post by DBIL Admin on Jun 25, 2007 22:37:46 GMT -5
Name: Brokel
Age: 16
Gender: male
Race: Saiyan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Zeni: $300
Items: None
Power Level: 1,256,000
Strength: 113,400
Speed: 124,000
Ki: 1,000,000
HP: 150,000
Luck: 300,000
Power Moves:
Fly
Kikouha
Death Beam
Super Ghost Kamikaze Attack
Instant Transmission
Kamehameha
Masenko
Transformations: Oozaru
Biography: A Saiyan born on New Vegeta, he was often picked on because of his odd eye color and the fact he was a "runt". One day, during the children's break form training, they held a race.the kids were oddly being nice to Brokel this day, and let him race too. He dominated the race and was far ahead of the other racers when he finished. Because of this, he gained a little respect. In fighting, Brokel relies on his speed and agility, and because he trained in this area as a specialty, he also has good stamina and can run nonstop for long periods of time ( once for a full day!).
Sample Roleplay: His cape fluttered softly in the gentle breeze. But nothing else was gentle about this man. Black. All black. Brokel stared at the silhouetted, caped figure. He dared not to move from his hiding place. The large, jagged rock he clung to was cutting into his hands. He knew, tough, that if he moved, he'd die. Like Zar, and Kilta and Roe. His temper flared, and he felt some power unkown start to course through him. Fear started to overpower his anger, and it subsided, replaced by an icy feeling in his stomach. He had to do something! Clinging to a big rock wasn't helping anyone! He felt useless, lost, a little speck.
"Coward!" He thought to himself. He was covered by the shadow of doom. He felt he knew he was gonna die. With that feeling came determination. Determination to do something before he died. To die withe a reason to die. Suddenly his power flared. His friends were dead, his mentor was dead, his brother was possibly dead, all because of the cloaked figure over there. With a cry of hate and a lust for vengeance, he launched himself at the figure. And saw his face. The fight for his life began, and he thought he knew how it would end.........
With both of their deaths.
He wouldn't die alone.
Age: 16
Gender: male
Race: Saiyan
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey
Zeni: $300
Items: None
Power Level: 1,256,000
Strength: 113,400
Speed: 124,000
Ki: 1,000,000
HP: 150,000
Luck: 300,000
Power Moves:
Fly
Kikouha
Death Beam
Super Ghost Kamikaze Attack
Instant Transmission
Kamehameha
Masenko
Transformations: Oozaru
Biography: A Saiyan born on New Vegeta, he was often picked on because of his odd eye color and the fact he was a "runt". One day, during the children's break form training, they held a race.the kids were oddly being nice to Brokel this day, and let him race too. He dominated the race and was far ahead of the other racers when he finished. Because of this, he gained a little respect. In fighting, Brokel relies on his speed and agility, and because he trained in this area as a specialty, he also has good stamina and can run nonstop for long periods of time ( once for a full day!).
Sample Roleplay: His cape fluttered softly in the gentle breeze. But nothing else was gentle about this man. Black. All black. Brokel stared at the silhouetted, caped figure. He dared not to move from his hiding place. The large, jagged rock he clung to was cutting into his hands. He knew, tough, that if he moved, he'd die. Like Zar, and Kilta and Roe. His temper flared, and he felt some power unkown start to course through him. Fear started to overpower his anger, and it subsided, replaced by an icy feeling in his stomach. He had to do something! Clinging to a big rock wasn't helping anyone! He felt useless, lost, a little speck.
"Coward!" He thought to himself. He was covered by the shadow of doom. He felt he knew he was gonna die. With that feeling came determination. Determination to do something before he died. To die withe a reason to die. Suddenly his power flared. His friends were dead, his mentor was dead, his brother was possibly dead, all because of the cloaked figure over there. With a cry of hate and a lust for vengeance, he launched himself at the figure. And saw his face. The fight for his life began, and he thought he knew how it would end.........
With both of their deaths.
He wouldn't die alone.