Rip
Jun 7, 2012 0:50:51 GMT -8
Post by zoi on Jun 7, 2012 0:50:51 GMT -8
Name:
Name? Uh...
Rip.
Gender:
Of the male persuasion.
Age:
Hoo. Boy. It's been a while. Um... 300? Yeah. That sounds about right.
Ish.
Reiatsu Color:
Sometimes I glow Orange...
Reiatsu Aura:
Frantic? Frenzy? Something with an "f."
... Forlorn?
Faction:
Rukon Citizen. Born and bred.
Job:
I like to hit things. I guess you could call me a... brawler?
Yeah.
Brawler.
Appearance:
Short. About 5'3, 5'2. Scruffy. Unkempt. M'hair colour's a kind of reddish-brown. Rusty. Prefer to style it in a mohawk. Lean, athletic. Weighing in at about 140 pounds. Eyes are a bit funny; got central heterochromia. Starts off orange in the middle and spreads out into a faded blue. I like 'em.
Got one hell of a nose. Gives people something to focus on. Ears stick out a bit, too. They try to make up for my short stature.
Personality:
Kind of rough around the edges. Sarcastic. A self-deprecating sense of humour. Brutally honest. Bit of a loner, but I'll deal with people if I have to. I like to poke fun, aggravate and annoy.
Actually, let's be honest here; deep down I'm lonely. I'll never admit it, but it's true. Self proclaimed hermit or no, I prefer the company of others. Usually find excuses to have to deal with them, though I'll complain about it. Can't let people in, you know?
I also like getting caught in the rain. And pina coladas. Just saying.
History:
A timeline? Professional, aren't we?
1700 nw - Was born.
1750 nw - Mother died.
1800 nw - Did some things.
1900 nw - Did some other things.
1910 nw - Father died.
1915 nw - Began hermitage.
1998 nw - Found bar.
2000 nw - Present.
Was born in the Third District. Mother was a farmer's daughter from the First District. Father was an enforcer for one of the less unsavoury "organizations." Don't remember how they met. Never really asked. Mother died from some kind of sickness. Took it kinda hard. Did everything I could, took every job available, that would keep me out of contact with the old man.
Eventually lost the desire to work. Started fighting. Was pretty good at it. At least, was pretty good at getting knocked in the face. Did that for a while.
Father died. Buried him. Was't there for it. Regret it now. Moved out to the Fourth District, to get away from everything. To think. Figure out how to spend my life. Took a while. Hell, still working on it, truth be told. Found a nice bar, though, in the Third District. Like to spend time there.
Inventory
92 RP
500 Gold
Iridescent Orb [x1]
Stat Tiers
Speed
Average
Reiatsu
Average
Stamina
Average
Strength
Poor
Skill Tiers
Footwork
Average
Reiatsu
Poor
Weaponry
Poor
Hand to Hand
Poor
Faction Skill:
Can create a hell butterfly flare.
Free Skill:
Pugilist: In short, he knows how to take a hit. Requires one hell of a beating to knock this sucker off his feet.
Abilities
Personal Ability One
Contortion
Personal Abilities
One:
Immolation
He lights himself on fire. :O
Rip's body becomes encased in flames. On a subconscious level he controls what the flames don't effect, which basically boils down to himself and his clothes. For the sake of decency. Everything else burns.
Side note: This ability does not grant immunity or resistance to other flames.
[Lasts for eight posts. Must wait two posts before using again.]
Two:
N/A
Three:
N/A
Name? Uh...
Rip.
Gender:
Of the male persuasion.
Age:
Hoo. Boy. It's been a while. Um... 300? Yeah. That sounds about right.
Ish.
Reiatsu Color:
Sometimes I glow Orange...
Reiatsu Aura:
Frantic? Frenzy? Something with an "f."
... Forlorn?
Faction:
Rukon Citizen. Born and bred.
Job:
I like to hit things. I guess you could call me a... brawler?
Yeah.
Brawler.
Appearance:
Looks Something Like This
Short. About 5'3, 5'2. Scruffy. Unkempt. M'hair colour's a kind of reddish-brown. Rusty. Prefer to style it in a mohawk. Lean, athletic. Weighing in at about 140 pounds. Eyes are a bit funny; got central heterochromia. Starts off orange in the middle and spreads out into a faded blue. I like 'em.
Got one hell of a nose. Gives people something to focus on. Ears stick out a bit, too. They try to make up for my short stature.
Personality:
Kind of rough around the edges. Sarcastic. A self-deprecating sense of humour. Brutally honest. Bit of a loner, but I'll deal with people if I have to. I like to poke fun, aggravate and annoy.
Actually, let's be honest here; deep down I'm lonely. I'll never admit it, but it's true. Self proclaimed hermit or no, I prefer the company of others. Usually find excuses to have to deal with them, though I'll complain about it. Can't let people in, you know?
I also like getting caught in the rain. And pina coladas. Just saying.
History:
A timeline? Professional, aren't we?
1700 nw - Was born.
1750 nw - Mother died.
1800 nw - Did some things.
1900 nw - Did some other things.
1910 nw - Father died.
1915 nw - Began hermitage.
1998 nw - Found bar.
2000 nw - Present.
Was born in the Third District. Mother was a farmer's daughter from the First District. Father was an enforcer for one of the less unsavoury "organizations." Don't remember how they met. Never really asked. Mother died from some kind of sickness. Took it kinda hard. Did everything I could, took every job available, that would keep me out of contact with the old man.
Eventually lost the desire to work. Started fighting. Was pretty good at it. At least, was pretty good at getting knocked in the face. Did that for a while.
Father died. Buried him. Was't there for it. Regret it now. Moved out to the Fourth District, to get away from everything. To think. Figure out how to spend my life. Took a while. Hell, still working on it, truth be told. Found a nice bar, though, in the Third District. Like to spend time there.
Inventory
92 RP
500 Gold
Iridescent Orb [x1]
Stat Tiers
Speed
Average
Reiatsu
Average
Stamina
Average
Strength
Poor
Skill Tiers
Footwork
Average
Reiatsu
Poor
Weaponry
Poor
Hand to Hand
Poor
Faction Skill:
Can create a hell butterfly flare.
Free Skill:
Pugilist: In short, he knows how to take a hit. Requires one hell of a beating to knock this sucker off his feet.
Abilities
Personal Ability One
Contortion
Personal Abilities
One:
Immolation
He lights himself on fire. :O
Rip's body becomes encased in flames. On a subconscious level he controls what the flames don't effect, which basically boils down to himself and his clothes. For the sake of decency. Everything else burns.
Side note: This ability does not grant immunity or resistance to other flames.
[Lasts for eight posts. Must wait two posts before using again.]
Two:
N/A
Three:
N/A