Post by noran on Apr 20, 2012 15:40:15 GMT -5
Character Information
Character Name: Noran
Gender: Male
Race: Hybrid—Saiyan/Konatsian (Saiyan)
Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Personal Information
Main form of contact: brandon.biggers@amaisd.org/brandothegreat@hotmail.com
Do you have another character with us? No
How did you find us? Google
Other Information
RP Style: Not particularly sure what this means…either-or?
RP Sample: Noran stepped out of the crashed antique space pod that had once belonged to his mother . The ship had flown well, much better than could be hoped, given a novice operator and the age of the craft. His black Mohawk blew in the slight breeze as he surveyed the harsh landscape that belonged to Planet Vegeta.
It was nothing like Konats. Dark and wild, he felt a jolt of fear surge through his body, and he thought of home. His mind wandered to a picture of his father, training him to use his sword like the ancient heroes, Tapion and Minosha. It felt good to reminisce, but he steeled his gaze and shook his head. “No,” he said to himself. He would have to be much tougher than this in order to survive on this world.
Despite its strangeness, he felt an eagerness to take on the challenge of a brand new place, with foes and obstacles of its own to face. His Saiyan pride was burgeoning; his other-worldly strength had often been a source of contention among the people of his homeworld, and his pride had kept him from hiding. It had forced his father and himself into lives as hermits, rejected and despised by the community at large. Noran had regretted his nature then, but now, he had the feeling he might just fit right in.
He could already feel the war inside himself beginning. Masked underneath the harsh scowl of a Saiyan was a kind and simple Konatsian kid, trained in the ways of the sword and instructed to put others before himself. There, it had almost been an insult to hear “You are so much like your mother.” But after all, it was his father who had loved his mother. And it was certainly more encouraging to know that his absent caregiver might be out there somewhere, with a heart burning like his, fighting to survive. He hoped her strength had not failed. He hoped he might see her again.
His father was right. In order for him to have peace, he had to answer the call of the warlike people whose blood flowed through his veins. And to survive here, and possibly find his mother, he was going to have to rely on that nature to help him struggle through whatever lay ahead.
A last look at the Saiyan pod behind him confirmed what he already suspected; what had so recently been a free ride was now fit for the garbage heap. There was no going back now. There was no home. There was only what lay ahead.
Word Count: 434
Character Name: Noran
Gender: Male
Race: Hybrid—Saiyan/Konatsian (Saiyan)
Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Personal Information
Main form of contact: brandon.biggers@amaisd.org/brandothegreat@hotmail.com
Do you have another character with us? No
How did you find us? Google
Other Information
RP Style: Not particularly sure what this means…either-or?
RP Sample: Noran stepped out of the crashed antique space pod that had once belonged to his mother . The ship had flown well, much better than could be hoped, given a novice operator and the age of the craft. His black Mohawk blew in the slight breeze as he surveyed the harsh landscape that belonged to Planet Vegeta.
It was nothing like Konats. Dark and wild, he felt a jolt of fear surge through his body, and he thought of home. His mind wandered to a picture of his father, training him to use his sword like the ancient heroes, Tapion and Minosha. It felt good to reminisce, but he steeled his gaze and shook his head. “No,” he said to himself. He would have to be much tougher than this in order to survive on this world.
Despite its strangeness, he felt an eagerness to take on the challenge of a brand new place, with foes and obstacles of its own to face. His Saiyan pride was burgeoning; his other-worldly strength had often been a source of contention among the people of his homeworld, and his pride had kept him from hiding. It had forced his father and himself into lives as hermits, rejected and despised by the community at large. Noran had regretted his nature then, but now, he had the feeling he might just fit right in.
He could already feel the war inside himself beginning. Masked underneath the harsh scowl of a Saiyan was a kind and simple Konatsian kid, trained in the ways of the sword and instructed to put others before himself. There, it had almost been an insult to hear “You are so much like your mother.” But after all, it was his father who had loved his mother. And it was certainly more encouraging to know that his absent caregiver might be out there somewhere, with a heart burning like his, fighting to survive. He hoped her strength had not failed. He hoped he might see her again.
His father was right. In order for him to have peace, he had to answer the call of the warlike people whose blood flowed through his veins. And to survive here, and possibly find his mother, he was going to have to rely on that nature to help him struggle through whatever lay ahead.
A last look at the Saiyan pod behind him confirmed what he already suspected; what had so recently been a free ride was now fit for the garbage heap. There was no going back now. There was no home. There was only what lay ahead.
Word Count: 434
