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Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Same here. Will probably be done today during the day. Also, is it just me or are we going to be light on boys in this team?

Word association Game!

Rerun

Can one even participate without discord?

For the record my objection to discord is that the thing monitors every process on your PC ostensibly to "detect games" which means it basically records every program you run and sends that to a remote server. And I find that to be a gross violation of my privacy. The reason I say this now is because I just discovered that there is a web version and want to know if it comes without this "feature". If I can confirm that it does and does not in fact spy on me I would have no problem with using the web version.

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Posting just to reserve the concept and give people an idea of what I am going for. Right now I am thinking a female, always smiling and positive, basically your good natured counterpart to the other two. Also focuses on high speed attacks. Like a barrage of punches or a bunch of energy attacks fired off machine gun style as opposed to the more conventional slow charge and fire like what Goku does.

Will edit the details in in a moment.

Also I just realized I posted this in the wrong subsection. Should have been in OOC. Sorry. New to this forum. How do I delete/move it?

Ok, here goes nothing.

Name: Mia
Species: Oni

Hider

A humanoid species known primarily for their oddly colored hair and horns which give them a demonic appearance. In terms of power they are a somewhat generic species aside from the fact that for those trained to fight and sense the fighting power of others the horn will act as an amplifier tingling and even glowing in the case of an extremely powerful presence.

On their homeworld, the Oni were a peaceful but armed warrior culture preferring to practice armed neutrality (like Switzerland) and stay out of galactic affairs while keeping a core of strong fighters to protect them self from outside threats. At the heart of this was a series of martial arts tournaments culminating with the Great World Tournament held every 10 years. The winners of this tournament earned great honor and the right to join the elite protectors of their planet. A force that was, at least theoretically meant to protect their world from any would be destroyers.

Unfortunately it was during the finals of the last tournament that their world was mysteriously destroyed somewhat definitively proving their approach wrong.

Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance:

My Hider

Young, reasonably good looking and with soft smooth skin and eyes ever so slightly larger than is comfortable for human observation she represents a well groomed female specimen of her species. A bar that, to be fair, given her current status as its only living representative isn't something she needs to try much to clear. Still, she does her best to keep her silky pink hair in order and polish her two short and mildly curved horns pointing upward to match her smile.

In terms of clothing she dresses simply, preferring full length pants and short slaves for their practicality in a fight and for the same reason cutting her hair just above her shoulders. Although she absolutely refuses to tie it.

Personality:

My Hider

She has always been the sort to smile, be cheerful and not take life too seriously. The destruction of her home and everything she knew and cared for seems not to have changed this. Although the astute might tell that these days at times the smile is only skin deep. One thing that definitively did change is that her already strong sense of justice has developed into a mean streak meaning that she is completely willing and arguably eager to kill without hesitation anyone she considers to be a "bad guy". A be it that she will do so cheerfully.

Bio:

My Hider

Mia grew up as a normal kid with a normal, loving family. She awoke early on to her love of fighting, her earliest memories being of her self as a small child wrestling other children to the ground with the intent of subduing them. By the time her friends were in high school she was spending every free moment of her time training with her great uncle, a renowned martial arts master known widely as the Hedgehog Hermit. His techniques focusing not on strength but speed meshed well with her natural abilities she quickly mastered his mantra of striking before her foe could react and being where his strikes would not be.

By her late teens she was already participating in tournaments working her way up toward the big prize and her all time dream a place in the Great World Tournament, a process that would last her over a decade. Sadly her moment of triumph would also be that of her greatest tragedy. For it was during the finals of this tournament that everything was destroyed.

What happened on that day is a haze. She fought in the tournament and lost. But that was to be expected of a new contender. Just being in the event was a great honor. Beyond that however she remembers little. Unusually for the contest, she recalls, an alien fighter was participating. This was not unheard of or forbidden but it was very rare. The alien, whom she remembers poorly managed to fight his way to the final round and earn the right to face last years champion. Everything after that is a blur. Unsurprisingly perhaps for it is at some point after or maybe during that fight that the world ended.

Just what happened or for that matter why and how she survived is a mystery for she has no recollection of the events. The memories lost or perhaps repressed by her own mind. But she does remember some things vividly. Images, sounds, the ground disappearing before her eyes. Just the sort of fun thing that make little girls wake up at night screaming and clawing at their eyes. Not that she does mind you, but that's a testament to her strength more than anything. Beyond those however there is nothing. Nothing but the cold, unrelenting certainty of her loneliness and a strong if undefined feeling that the mysterious stranger had something to do with the destruction of her world and her survival, both, leaving her somewhat unsure if she should feel infatuated or vengeful.

Techniques:

My Hider

Pulse bomb: She strikes the air with an open hand punch to fire off a fist sized ki projectile. Although not as powerful as some ki attacks (example Kamehameha) it requires no charging time or preparation and can be delivered safely at any range, even in a melee.

Pulse barrage: Same as above only delivered at a very high rate of speed through rapid relentless punching with the intent of drowning an enemy in a machinegun like barrage of projectiles. This is her primary high power destruction attack.

Ki-Speed: She is train to funnel her ki into moving and fighting faster than mere physical ability would allow. She can deliver strikes really fast or fire off a barrage of punches that puts other fighters to shame. She can also run fast enough to walk on water should the need arise.

Mirror attack:
Using the full power of her ki speed she moves so quickly as to appear to be at multiple places at once. This technique is typically used in the form of surrounding an enemy by illusory duplicates (by running around in a circle) and attacking from a seemingly random direction or all at once with only one being real. But other uses exist as well.

Flight: She can fly using ki. Although I imagine this might be a default thing for us.

Super:
Kaio-ken: This technique is the last and most powerful one she learned from her master who told her about it being something past down from master to student for many generations ever since their ancestor one of the original planetary defenders, traveled to an unknown world to train with an alien master. He also told her not to use it unless her life was on the line.

Transformations:

My Hider

Her species has at least two known and possibly more levels of transformation. However she is yet to achieve any of them. And she really does not know the details, aside from the fact they have something to do with their horns, as these are closely guarded secrets of martial arts masters just above her pay grade. And asking them is going to be a problem seeing as they are all dead.

But they are a possibility for a dramatic level up at some point should the plot demand it.

Other Info:

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Probably same here. So far what I am thinking of is a character that focuses on delivering many quick attacks instead of single powerful ones. Sort of like a machinegun as opposed to a cannon if the analogy makes any sense.

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Just for the record. This will be the first game I am joining in over a decade so I might be a tad slow on the uptake at first. When you start I'll probably be the last to finish a character.

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

The image I have right now is something human like, but like with pink hair and possibly a horn...

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Yea, I am 100% joining this. My mind is already working on a character.

The MECHnificent Seven(a mech Rp in the Lancer system)

In that case I am out. I was already put off by the massive amount of the authors own personal politics in that document. (I prefer my entertainment to be apolitical on principal.) But once I forced my self to read through it I just saw a bunch of red flags such as skills and stats for roleplaying social situations. And that's just to D&D for my liking. The rest of you have fun.

Stories from the cube

It's been ages since I did any writing so I figured I'd try my hand at reviving those skills. And I'll be using this thread to just post up random stuff I come up with. So like, if anyone is reading feel free to post your opinions and be honest.

Hider

It was a dark and stormy night. Just like every other. No matter the weather of the day or time of year the moment the sun set clouds would begin forming on the horizon. Everyone here was already used to it. She, was already used to it. She gave it little thought even as the first flashes of the evening started churning in the dark. It was not that many moons since she arrived in this forsaken land, this place where few entered freely yet many arrived at before the end. Men feared these dark lands and for good reason. Not her though. Well she did at first. The choice to come here was not one she made lightly. But she had few options. One can after all only run for so long before one runs out of places to hide. And with each new place came new and exciting people she could provoke into wanting her dead. Old habits dying as they do very hard. For the time being though she was safe here. Few dared pass the black boundary for fear of newer coming back. And for its part, her past seemed content to wait outside and let theirs land do their job. She didn't complain. If anything she appreciated the respite. And over time she even learned to relax and feel almost safe, almost at home. Almost... Funny how things work out.

Tonight however that luck appeared to run out. For days now rumor spread that strangers had come to town. Men from far away. Men looking for someone. Fiona knew what this meant. What she didn't know and didn't particularly care to find out was just who it was that had tracked her among the many who wanted her dead. It didn't matter in the end anyway. She would do what she always did and vanish in the night like she did too many times by now. A pity, she thought I was just beginning to like this place. So it was that evening that she quietly settled her affairs. She packed her small bag with belongings, had one last meal at the inn and vent quietly into her room waiting for the lights to go out. And than, carefully as to not arouse suspicion she cracked open the window to the roof and leapt outside.

Fiona landed in total darkness, what little sound she made touching down obscured by the drizzling rain. She stood up carefully, slowly, like a cat in the night fearful still that she had been seen and prepared to get on her way. Just as she was about to make her step however thunder blasted the sky with a flash illuminating all. And in that second of light among darkness she could heard from behind her a familiar voice.
"Evening, my lady."

Fiona froze in place. Her mind racing like a rat, cornered with its head stuck in a wheel of cheese. For a moment she hesitated as her instincts returned to her. And than as if by some dark magic a smile slowly crept onto her face. And she responded without turning or pause with a voice of charm.
"A lovely one, isn't it?"

What the man behind her thought, she could not tell as much as she wanted to. And yet in part she did not. For as useful as it would be that knowledge would take all the fun out of this little game. A game made all the more engaging by the fact that one of them might end up dead. What ever response she expected however she did not have to wait for long. For the man behind her answered promptly and with considerable calm.
"As far as this place goes. It's a bit late for a walk though. I trust you won't mind if I join you?"

This was not a question and it was not voiced as such. Still, she gave a simple nod as if not to acknowledge it and proceeded to step calmly into the night. The man stepped with her, keeping pace, not letting her out of his sight but newer coming closer than a few steps behind as they continued talking.
"It's been a long time", she began in a flirtatious tone.

"Not long enough, or too long?" He cut her off but not abruptly, and in a tone that seemed to contain every bit as much stillness as the night surrounding them.

"Is that a question for me, or for your self?" The quickest way to a mans heart, they say was through his rib cage. And yet sometimes words could cut deeper than any blade. Fiona knew this and she relished this opportunity to drive those words in. The response however was not what she was expecting.

"Neither, and both. Although I know you feel no such conflicts." The words were not what did it for her but the tone in which they were said. It was calm, peaceful, not the voice of a man scorned or vengeful but that of one fully and completely at peace. This frightened her. Vengeful she could deal with, angry she enjoyed, but calm... calm was something new, something unexpected... It put her at unease. But that was the nature of the game and she still had a few moves to play.

"You've come too far for me to lie to you now. So no, there was nothing. As far as I am concerned what the two of us had was fun and nothing more." She picked her words carefully, and her tone. It was a standard attack. The honesty was there to pull his guard down so as to gauge the tone of his response.

"I know." He responded calmly. "That's not what I am here for though."
Now this was curious. It was at this point that she usually expected either a meltdown or a sword aimed squarely at her neck. But this encounter was anything but usual. And the man she now spoke was quite unlike the one she remembered leaving behind long ago. Well, she figured, might as well get to the point.

"So, why are you here than? Have you come to kill me?" And that should really have been it. A moment from now, she expected, he would draw his sword and she was already reaching for her blade. They would cross in the moonlight and than... she newer got the chance. For the man did one thing she could newer expect.

"Kill you? No. I've come to warn you."
"He is back."

Lightning tore through the clouds and than the night went silent.

PS. I know I misspell newer. That's just my thing. It's something I've been doing since I started writing and it's since become a thing.