Post by Will Constantine on Jan 17, 2012 1:34:42 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: Wilhelmina “Will” Constantine - Cyborg 01
Gender: Female
Race: Android
Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Earth – West City
Personal Information
Main form of contact: Aim - LilDarkarma
Do you have another character with us? No
How did you find us? Google
Other Information
RP Style: Multi-Paragraph
RP Sample:
Thirty targets, thirty shots in a thirty three second window.
Might was hers and power burned her body as she drew on the Core. Will raised her hand to just in front of her eyes and forced the power forth into the open world. Light coalesced in misty energy, each speck beading into iridescent bubble of energy. This was her right.
Thirty three targets and thirty three shots.
She only needed one second.
She took a single breath, not that she even needed a breath anymore. Mint tea, which she had set out behind her on the picnic blanket, filled the air with a heavy aroma that helped relax her and focus her mind. Each target seemed grow large in her eyes as she began calculating out how to properly apply her energy to destroy all thirty aluminum cans. They were after all mighty foes that dared to stand against her and her might. Bereft of their drink and their fizz they were no longer suitable allies but meaningless corpses of once delicious drink. They’re final resting place would be molten slag across the grassy grounds of this park; each one unseated from their position on the picketed fence.
Will clenched her fist and her energy responded
A single ball of ki no bigger than a human eye winked into existence from the frothy aurora. It slowly expanded as she released the tension in her hand and spread her fingers, after all she wasn’t trying to take out a mountain or anything, this required a bit more finesse. And as if to demonstrate the point she drew back her hand and with it trailed a head sized orb that hissed with superheated air. Her father had called this the cocking of a gun, she supposed that the analogy was apt enough for her purposes; after all she did enjoy the feeling of the release.
Now.
A swipe of her fingers across her body and 33 individual spheres erupted from the single ball; it was like a scene with a civil war Gatling gun. Messy.
Thirty three targets, thirty shots, one second…
She missed ten.
“Damn,” the girl muttered.
Next up, ten targets in half a second.
Once more the android girl began again.
