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"An apology is a promise to do things differently next time, and to keep the promise." - Ging Freecss
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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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**Name:** Nel Lilac
_Age:_ 16 years old
**Race:** Saiyan Descendant
_Gender:_ Male
_Height:_ 5'8"
**Power Level:** 250/300
**Stats**
_Strength:_ 50
_Speed:_ 150
_Endurance:_ 50
_Ki:_ 50
**Techniques**
_Name:_ Wrecker Bang
_Type:_ Combination
_Description:_ Bursting off towards his opponent, Nel throws a full-powered blow to his opponent's gut before quickly jutting pass them and arcing his foot around to the back of their head in a devastating kick that sends them flying.
_Required Power Level:_ 150
_Name:_ Rocker Plosion
_Type:_ Ki Attack
_Description:_ A burning signature attack, Nel raises his hand up and creates a radical sphere of crimson Ki in his palm. When he latches his other hand on his wrist and aims it, he unleashes a wave of energy towards his opponent(s).
_Required Power Level:_ 300
**Personality:** Easy to be around but noticeably guarded about his own past, most would consider Nel to be perfectly average. He feigns humor at everyone's jokes and while not particularly funny himself, his dry sarcasm can sometimes spark a laugh out of one or two of his friends. He fights against his, ironically, strong affinity towards combat, but is often drawn towards scenes of action and tournaments. When not being forced to train, he admittedly enjoys watching cartoons and anime with his mother.
**History:** Raised by both his passive mother and overbearing father, Nel was forced into training at the age of six. His mother, who was of Saiyan Descent was a carefree woman who actively avoided fighting, only caring to enjoy a human life. His father, however, was very proud of the Saiyan blood running through him and his son. It was a natural impulse that they should train. Through years of diligent work and serious research, he found out the history of the Saiyan Race and their war-fueled history.
With his mother being a air-head, his father being utterly stubborn, and his maternal grandfather and paternal grandmother being even more powerful versions of their respective kin, he was literally dragged down the path of the warrior. At first he accepted it without question, calmly accepting his father's philosophies. He equally enjoyed human time with his kindhearted mother.
At the age of eleven he made it his goal to be normal. Though his body yearned for the taste of combat, his friends often steered clear of his merciless and unapproachable aura during confrontations. It was quoted that they found him to be scary. After actively burying his natural born impulses he found it easy to bland in, but lately his inherent desires have been leaking from him. A world tournament is being hosted and he can't help but suggest to his friends that they go.
_Other:_ Both of his parents are Saiyan Descendants, although that is not true of his ancestors. Some of them are humans. He loves music of all genres.`
Its actually up to you guys. If someone follows him than they don't, if everyone votes against something else than they do. RPing is all about free-will. When I'm certain that I want them to be alone, I'll find a way to sneak away logically. lol
**Naraal**
He eye'd Lucina down with a hint of admiration. She was far more impressive than he had given her credit for. Tricking dozens of people and an entire Republic was no easy feat but here she was, doing it without trouble. He glanced over towards Layle.
“She seems to be very important?” he whispered.
Layle chuckled quietly before nodding and smiling. “Dazzling too, is she not? She has notoriety among the Council, a-at least that's what I've been told by my Father. She's supposedly a good leader, although a bit dense in the head.”
“Dense?” Naraal smiled. “There tends to be a lot of those on this planet, me included.” he jested.
Layle cleared his throat before lightly tapping the table near the Datapad. “I do enjoy your company but we can talk later. I'm not paying you for unknown reasons, you have your duties.”
“Ah right, my bad.” He fiddled with the device until he could write down small details of the meeting. He was just a newcomer to Crusade's army but it seemed like the Republic was just as unaware of his forces. He looked over at the hulking man disguised as some guard. The Source was a mystery shrouded in mystery. Just what was he thinking? what was his plans?
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**Gideon**
Gideon had traveled to a poverty stricken area and the whole way there all he heard was news that a Jedi was slaughtering the innocent. He tried to calm some of the folks down but they seemed adamant about what they saw. They even begin to look at his robes with fear, though none of them dared attack him.
He had set up a small meeting with a smuggler that he had befriended on a mission in months past. Though sleazy, the male was a honest man with a family to support. He knew that having a Jedi on his side was a good deal.
Gideon walked in and the bar quieted, his robes giving him a way. Foolish he knew, but he needed information and The Force seemed to be urging him on. He spotted the man at a table near the back, unobstructed by other with a direct line for the entrance and exit. He was a shrewd man at best. The bald, sturdy, male staid seated as Gideon pulled his seat out and sat down.
“Ahh, Gideon, sit, sit.”
“Its nice to see you again, Marol,” he looked around the bar, some feeling pulling at his senses. “I need information.”
Yea, might be. The update seemed to have hurt it a bit.
EDIT: Well it seems the RP is going to be rebooted. I'll be heading off for now, PM me when its rebooted and I'll see if I want to rejoin.
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I'm sorry but I'll be backing out of this RP ^^ Thanks for letting me be apart of it till now. Hope you guys have fun.
**Cayden & Hackmon**
He wasn't sure how he had done it but he had managed to calm Hackmon down and keep him quiet. The white dragon's face had snarled up and became something out of fantasy book. For a angry moment, his eyes had turned to narrow slits, and flames had spurted out from his maw like a dysfunctional machine about to explode. It took only for Cayden to step in front of him and hold a firm arm out to the side for Hackmon to calm.
Even still, Cayden couldn't help but feel his dislike for the others grow. It seemed like anything that was sentient would never learn to work together. He sighed as the scattered group's indecision wrecked his brain like construction noise. They were unorganized and it only reaffirmed his belief that being on his own would raise his survival rate. He glanced down at the red-mantle wearing dragon, his confidence nearly gleaming from his armor.
_With him... I might be-_ his thought was interrupted as Eden screamed out to the group.
A pause saturated the air as he gathered his thoughts.
“The sun isn't reliable. This is a different world,” spoke Cayden, before crouching down and rubbing dirt between his fingers. “Things aren't the same anymore, we're playing a whole new game. All we have is hunches.” He raised up and started in the direction the Penguin had chose before. Hackmon followed soon afterwards.
“You're going to leave them?” asked Hackmon once he caught up.
“They have their own minds. I'd prefer to be alone but,” he sighed and rubbed his chestnut hair. “J-just forget it.”
**Nel Lilac - PL: 250/300**
_No way,_ he murmured inside his head, the sullen thought receding and shrinking until it faded away. _The prize got stolen? So, wait... This means the fight has been taken out of the ring! Those Dragonballs are fair game for anyone, and everyone will be fighting for it._ His eyes lit up as he jolted up from his chair.
“I'll get to test myself!” he shouted, his body recoiling and tensing from the excitement. He ran out of the rest area, uncaring of how anyone would feel about a non-contestant being back there. Leaping up onto the stage with practiced and nimble steps, he walked up to the other fights with a light chuckle to ease his intrusion. “Let's go after em. The Dragonballs are fair game now; wasn't the smartest idea to put wish granting marbles up for a prize,” he told the announcer, glancing off at him with kind eyes.
He didn't know if it was the cloudless sky, the warm, gleaming sun, or just the unexpected tension arcing through the air but it all felt natural. It felt normal to be in this kind of situation. His blood was boiling, his veins was imprinted against his forearms, and his aura flowing outwards from him, prodding the debris and air away silently.
Then just moments later it halted, his fist tightening again. _I'm not doing a good job of controlling myself._
> Looks like Im stayin, and worry free too :D
> Ill post after work tonight if i dont do it before work
Epic, I shall read posts tonight or this morning. Than probably reply ^^
Well I could post again but I'm wondering if anyone else will post?
Lol so what shall we do, I'm down if you all are?
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