Post by Heros on Dec 10, 2011 16:21:56 GMT -5
Secondary (Canon)
Second account to be made...in a bit...I guess...
Character Information
Character Name: (Future) Trunks Briefs
Gender: Male
Race: "Half" Saiyan...Saiyan racials, though.
Alignment: Good, or some variant of it.
Starting Planet: Earth
Personal Information
Main form of contact: ----Feel free to post a contact address/messenger name here; not mandatory.
Do you have another character with us?: No; but I do plan to re-make Heros down the road.
How did you find us?: Um...
Other Information
RP Style: Multi/Novella
RP Sample:
((Sorry if this offends anyone who does not celebrate Christmas; if it does, substitute the use of the word Christmas for Holidays. Also sorry for my use of any N/PCs...I only mentioned some, and the one I did use is for comical purposes at the end.))
...I thought the Holidays were supposed to be a time of fun and happiness...So why the hell, Trunks thought to himself, am I dressed as an Elf? The Saiyan Prince of the Future stared down at the rather short children in line, each of which were practically pissing themselves with excitement. Their parents stood to their side or behind them, squeezing tight their hands as not to lose them in the insanity of the day. Even the Son family- or what Trunks assumed had been them, based off the social awkwardness they held- had been through. Thankfully, none of his friends (or whatever you might call Krillin) had been through or seen him...Yet.
"Oi! Jingles! Get with the cheery, ya' punk!"
Trunks blinked at the word 'punk,' about six dozen enemies coming to the forefront of his mind as he recalled the insult. Frieza, King Cold, Seventeen, Eighteen, Cell (multiple times), Thirteen, and even the other two strange ones that had heeded a warning cry of Thirteen's presence. His aura had begun to rise, causing the Christmas set to shake violently. The people in line screamed and ducked, shielding their children and their necks. 'Santa's' eyes widened, and he squeezed the child on his lap tight to his fake stomach, turning against the chair to protect vitals.
And then Trunks realized that the insult had come from his temporary manager, Craig. The man was in his late forties, and had a tendency to spill coffee down his white uniforms. This resulted in an angry manager, which resulted in the use of insults and the "Elf" name "Jingles." Both of those things aggravated Trunks greatly, but neither of them he could help...Or at least, not until Christmas Eve when his two weeks in hell ended, and he could take his paycheck and crush most of whatever was in the man's office.
"I SAID, GET WITH THE HAPPY, JINGLES!"
Trunks groaned, then forced a smile onto his face. The line of people were rising, and the father of the little girl who Santa had 'saved' was thanking the 'fat' man. Before anyone could fully recover, though, Trunks pushed Ki through his eyes, blasting Craig's feet and causing him to fall on his face. The genius of it was that he'd been walking towards the Christmas set at the time, and hence appeared to have fallen on thin air. A group of passing teens stopped and formed a circle around Craig, ganging him and laughing. From where he stood, Trunks heard phrases and one liners like, "Yo Craig! Your tubby and you show it!"
After ten minutes, security finally arrived, apprehending the five teens and escorting them away from the now crying Craig. And it was his tears that triggered some form of memory for Trunks; a man in a brown suite with a pistol. In his time, that man had successfully held off Seventeen so that his wife and daughter could escape...So why was it, that in this time, he was a total prick? And then a thought occurred to Trunks. Perhaps it was the apocalyptic world that pushed Craig and his love life together; perhaps it had been the natural urge for survival.
Did I ruin more lives than I saved by coming here?...No. No; that would be impossible...I'll get Goku or someone to telepathically push Craig towards his wife, then...Maybe he won't be such a grump next year.
"AND I WANT AN iPOD...AND AN X-BOX THREE SIXTY WITH KINECT....AND A WII WITH WII MOTION PLUS AND SKYWARD SWORD...AND AN iPAD...AND A DOLLY!" Trunks glanced at the rude child who was screaming his absurd holiday wishes...Only to realize it was this time period's Trunks Briefs. For a short second, Trunks was disoriented as to where he stood and where he sat, confused to the extremes as to whether he was eighteen or eight. Then, gradually, that confusion was replaced by annoyance; was this what he'd become?
Second account to be made...in a bit...I guess...
Character Information
Character Name: (Future) Trunks Briefs
Gender: Male
Race: "Half" Saiyan...Saiyan racials, though.
Alignment: Good, or some variant of it.
Starting Planet: Earth
Personal Information
Main form of contact: ----Feel free to post a contact address/messenger name here; not mandatory.
Do you have another character with us?: No; but I do plan to re-make Heros down the road.
How did you find us?: Um...
Other Information
RP Style: Multi/Novella
RP Sample:
((Sorry if this offends anyone who does not celebrate Christmas; if it does, substitute the use of the word Christmas for Holidays. Also sorry for my use of any N/PCs...I only mentioned some, and the one I did use is for comical purposes at the end.))
...I thought the Holidays were supposed to be a time of fun and happiness...So why the hell, Trunks thought to himself, am I dressed as an Elf? The Saiyan Prince of the Future stared down at the rather short children in line, each of which were practically pissing themselves with excitement. Their parents stood to their side or behind them, squeezing tight their hands as not to lose them in the insanity of the day. Even the Son family- or what Trunks assumed had been them, based off the social awkwardness they held- had been through. Thankfully, none of his friends (or whatever you might call Krillin) had been through or seen him...Yet.
"Oi! Jingles! Get with the cheery, ya' punk!"
Trunks blinked at the word 'punk,' about six dozen enemies coming to the forefront of his mind as he recalled the insult. Frieza, King Cold, Seventeen, Eighteen, Cell (multiple times), Thirteen, and even the other two strange ones that had heeded a warning cry of Thirteen's presence. His aura had begun to rise, causing the Christmas set to shake violently. The people in line screamed and ducked, shielding their children and their necks. 'Santa's' eyes widened, and he squeezed the child on his lap tight to his fake stomach, turning against the chair to protect vitals.
And then Trunks realized that the insult had come from his temporary manager, Craig. The man was in his late forties, and had a tendency to spill coffee down his white uniforms. This resulted in an angry manager, which resulted in the use of insults and the "Elf" name "Jingles." Both of those things aggravated Trunks greatly, but neither of them he could help...Or at least, not until Christmas Eve when his two weeks in hell ended, and he could take his paycheck and crush most of whatever was in the man's office.
"I SAID, GET WITH THE HAPPY, JINGLES!"
Trunks groaned, then forced a smile onto his face. The line of people were rising, and the father of the little girl who Santa had 'saved' was thanking the 'fat' man. Before anyone could fully recover, though, Trunks pushed Ki through his eyes, blasting Craig's feet and causing him to fall on his face. The genius of it was that he'd been walking towards the Christmas set at the time, and hence appeared to have fallen on thin air. A group of passing teens stopped and formed a circle around Craig, ganging him and laughing. From where he stood, Trunks heard phrases and one liners like, "Yo Craig! Your tubby and you show it!"
After ten minutes, security finally arrived, apprehending the five teens and escorting them away from the now crying Craig. And it was his tears that triggered some form of memory for Trunks; a man in a brown suite with a pistol. In his time, that man had successfully held off Seventeen so that his wife and daughter could escape...So why was it, that in this time, he was a total prick? And then a thought occurred to Trunks. Perhaps it was the apocalyptic world that pushed Craig and his love life together; perhaps it had been the natural urge for survival.
Did I ruin more lives than I saved by coming here?...No. No; that would be impossible...I'll get Goku or someone to telepathically push Craig towards his wife, then...Maybe he won't be such a grump next year.
"AND I WANT AN iPOD...AND AN X-BOX THREE SIXTY WITH KINECT....AND A WII WITH WII MOTION PLUS AND SKYWARD SWORD...AND AN iPAD...AND A DOLLY!" Trunks glanced at the rude child who was screaming his absurd holiday wishes...Only to realize it was this time period's Trunks Briefs. For a short second, Trunks was disoriented as to where he stood and where he sat, confused to the extremes as to whether he was eighteen or eight. Then, gradually, that confusion was replaced by annoyance; was this what he'd become?
