Post by Tyr on Feb 15, 2010 0:41:26 GMT -5
Name: Tyr
Race: Namekian
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Alignment: Neutral (Near Evil)
Hair Color: N/A
Hair Style: Bald
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6 foot 1 inch
Body Appearance: Tyr’s body isn’t one of seemingly endless bundles of finely packed muscle, rather his is a physique best described as long and lean. Although he isn’t too skinny as to be thought sick, as his muscles do show through just without showing to much bulk. Most of Tyr’s weight comes from his legs which are his most developed areas and are the most predominant feature about his build.
The Nemekians facial features include a moderately long face with a smaller jaw line. He has a dark green scar running down his left cheek and the ear of the same side is pierced with a thin, tarnished gold ring.
Clothes: Tyr’s clothing is a mix of a saiyan breastplate with peasants wear. His green skin is eclipsed by a thin flex fiber under-skin the color of which is a deep purple red. On top of this sits the yellow and blue plate with a dirty brown robe running diagonally across it. A red belt synchs the one leg pants of the robe to his body. On his right hand Tyr has a dirty green glove with matching grungy green boots. Finally, wrapped around his head are brown bandages covering his antennae.
Ki/Energy Color: Red
Quote: “I can hear you’re every thought”
Story: Tyr was born upon planet namek the way all namekians are brought into the universe, as an egg. Wile in this infantile state Tyr’s father was killed by saiyan slavers and Tyr’s egg was taken with them. From the time Tyr was hatched he was treated with coldness and beaten daily. He was forced to fight in an arena style of combat and defeat other captured children for sport. By the time he was 9 he had killed 10 men and had gained his unique powers of telepathy. When he turned 13 the young namekian used this and killed his slaver lords, fleeing to the streets of the small planet were he was held captive. He knew it was not the planet Vegeta by the way his mastered had longed to go back there, but he truly knew not in the galaxy he was. Forced into the grips of crime again he relied on petty theft and gang violence to keep himself alive, every step of the way using his skill set to achieve this.
On his 15th “birth” day Tyr learned of a tournament on the planet he now knew as Orlin, that was being hosted to make a team to go to a place called Earth. The purpose of this uprooting was to join a mercenary company that worked out of the planet, as hired muscle. The pay would be good and it was a chance to leave the disgustingly overpopulated world. Taking the chance of a lifetime Tyr joined and won the tournament with 4 other aliens. He had to kill another of his kind to get his spot, as a requirement. Once on earth Tyr stuck with the company until just recently, when a schism within the mercenary band caused in its break up. Now Tyr is still lending his hand for hire, and is planning on joining in the arena fighting on earth, only here they call them “Tournaments”
Starting Location: Earth
Techniques[/u] Mind Reader
Special Notes[/u] Tyr HATES Saiyans
Also, sorry about the quality, haven't rped in a wile and I might be a little rusty
Race: Namekian
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Alignment: Neutral (Near Evil)
Hair Color: N/A
Hair Style: Bald
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6 foot 1 inch
Body Appearance: Tyr’s body isn’t one of seemingly endless bundles of finely packed muscle, rather his is a physique best described as long and lean. Although he isn’t too skinny as to be thought sick, as his muscles do show through just without showing to much bulk. Most of Tyr’s weight comes from his legs which are his most developed areas and are the most predominant feature about his build.
The Nemekians facial features include a moderately long face with a smaller jaw line. He has a dark green scar running down his left cheek and the ear of the same side is pierced with a thin, tarnished gold ring.
Clothes: Tyr’s clothing is a mix of a saiyan breastplate with peasants wear. His green skin is eclipsed by a thin flex fiber under-skin the color of which is a deep purple red. On top of this sits the yellow and blue plate with a dirty brown robe running diagonally across it. A red belt synchs the one leg pants of the robe to his body. On his right hand Tyr has a dirty green glove with matching grungy green boots. Finally, wrapped around his head are brown bandages covering his antennae.
Ki/Energy Color: Red
Quote: “I can hear you’re every thought”
Story: Tyr was born upon planet namek the way all namekians are brought into the universe, as an egg. Wile in this infantile state Tyr’s father was killed by saiyan slavers and Tyr’s egg was taken with them. From the time Tyr was hatched he was treated with coldness and beaten daily. He was forced to fight in an arena style of combat and defeat other captured children for sport. By the time he was 9 he had killed 10 men and had gained his unique powers of telepathy. When he turned 13 the young namekian used this and killed his slaver lords, fleeing to the streets of the small planet were he was held captive. He knew it was not the planet Vegeta by the way his mastered had longed to go back there, but he truly knew not in the galaxy he was. Forced into the grips of crime again he relied on petty theft and gang violence to keep himself alive, every step of the way using his skill set to achieve this.
On his 15th “birth” day Tyr learned of a tournament on the planet he now knew as Orlin, that was being hosted to make a team to go to a place called Earth. The purpose of this uprooting was to join a mercenary company that worked out of the planet, as hired muscle. The pay would be good and it was a chance to leave the disgustingly overpopulated world. Taking the chance of a lifetime Tyr joined and won the tournament with 4 other aliens. He had to kill another of his kind to get his spot, as a requirement. Once on earth Tyr stuck with the company until just recently, when a schism within the mercenary band caused in its break up. Now Tyr is still lending his hand for hire, and is planning on joining in the arena fighting on earth, only here they call them “Tournaments”
Starting Location: Earth
Techniques[/u] Mind Reader
Special Notes[/u] Tyr HATES Saiyans
Also, sorry about the quality, haven't rped in a wile and I might be a little rusty