Post by Saxophone on Nov 11, 2011 0:48:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][CS=2][atrb=width,425,true][style=float: left; border: 5px solid #444444; border-bottom: 20px solid #444444;][bg=999999] [/style] [style=background:#444444; color: #DDDDDD; text-size: 10px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-size: 11px; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] We will live to tell the story. [/style]There is nothing we can't live through Nothing ever dies, we will rise again. [style=color: #FFFFFF; border-right: 5px solid #444444; text-align: center; background: #444444; font-size: 22px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-top: 2px; font-family: impact; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;]Saxophone[/style] | |
| [atrb=cellPadding,1,true][atrb=style, background: #999999; border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 15px;][style=width: 115px; color: #000000;] the roleplayer [/style]ALIAS NAME: Torin YOUR AGE: 19 HOW DID YOU FIND US: Affiliates OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A FACE CLAIM: N/A | [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][atrb=style, background: #777777; border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px; -moz-border-radius:0px 0px 15px 0px;][style= color: #000000; width: 310px; height: 300px; overflow-y:scroll;] NAME ► Saxophone - Sax AGE ► 27 GENDER ► Male RACE ► Namekian ALIGNMENT ► Good BIRTHPLACE ► Namek RESIDENCE ► N/A OCCUPATION ► Warrior APPEARANCE: As an average warrior caste Namekian, Sax's appearance hardly ranges in comparison to the look of an average fighter of his race. At a height of Seven foot two inches, and a weight of 250 pounds, his strong muscle density takes up the majority of his body structure, though is balanced nicely due to his lean figure. In stance and in nature Sax is very relaxed, though polite in posture, commonly keeping a smile on his face or his arms folded to avoid giving off any kind of intimidating signals. His face remains often fair with a hint of seriousness, as a side-effect to keeping most of his thoughts to himself is that he'd rather stare you down with how he feels than actually voice it openly. He is accustom to being forward, speaking with his actions rather than his words. An occasional shove, smack, eye rolling or sigh will give you the general run down of whats on his mind without him even having to form a sentence making what some believe a fighter without emotional drive. Sax's fighting style ranges between the brave and the bold, heavy hitting over fast moving and common to grapples and holds, more useful in a team rather than by himself, his stance mimics that of a typical Tiger style martial arts form. His facial features don't stray far from the path of your typical Namekian either, with a solid jaw and a small humanoid like nose, fairly longer antenna than usual though nothing that could be noticed without really concentrating. His bones around his eyes and cheeks provide less definition and in turn present a little bit of a fairer figure about Sax, his ears at a typical point and fairly small, his eyes a deep shade of purple making them seem almost black. Sax's skin tone is nothing out of the ordinary unlike some Namekian's, simply a light shade of green, devoid of any scars or injuries that have sustained on his body to tell a tale. Sax is as typical as they come in regards to the general view of the Namekian race. Sax is quite bland in regards to his attire, often keeping to a simple scarf in regards to his upper body, otherwise he remains shirtless or naked in regards to his upper body unless wearing a larger solid robe of simple white colour with no design. His more often than not clothing is simple a pair of baggy turquoise fighting pants and a large sash which covers up half of his abdomen which is a greenish-yellow in colour. This colour continues to match his wrist bands and his ankle ties, with simple black slide-on shoes. Sax will sometimes use specific accessories, such as a turban or cape, or a throw on simple vest.. Though in regards to his common attire he is rare to stray from his single costume. LIKES:
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PERSONALITY: Sax is an overall pure of heart who is smart enough to know how far someone can be good before they are no longer doing others a favour. By nature and by action Sax has throughout his life remained close to those he considered brothers and friends, and realise he needed no others to support him through his life. His training routines which he goes by religiously throughout his life has left him a little on the negative side in regards to social interaction, though with a little push Sax will often smile and laugh as much as anybody else. When it comes to his pride or the pride of his brothers he will stand no matter the skirmish or situation. His over-protective nature commonly getting the best of him in regards to diving into situations he cannot control. His opinion on those he does not truly know is left to the unknown, though he is common to simply disliking you without cause, and would be hell bent on keeping that way. Besides his outbursts of hatred without cause Sax is often too playful and childish in both normal and serious situations alike, and many believe it will be the death of him when he doesn't treat his final challenger with the respect they apparently deserved. Thanks to his near lack of social ability around most he doesn't know, he tends to speak more with his actions than his words; Whether its a sharp smack across the back of the head as means to make obedient, or sighing loud enough for his entire general vicinity to hear to express how unamused he is about a decision or action. To place his pride in a different context, his pride to his own race is almost patriotic, though his opinions on other races are neither good nor bad. To him this universe is going to have its fair share of good guys and bad guys, if people wish to kill and destroy or risk themselves trying to prevent it that's their problem. When it comes to something that has ties to Sax, however, that's when it becomes a thing worthy of his attention. And he will go through thick and thin to obtain anything from revenge to a cheap punch. Sax appreciates peace and quiet nearly a thousand times more than your average person, the ability to fight, converse in a quiet manner is paramount.. And when it comes down to it he really does just like being around himself to train and left unaware of peoples little problems, as he clearly has his own. But when it comes down to it the thousands of emotionally drawing people in the universe pulls Sax closer to adventure and understanding, despite him easily being content with lounging around in space foe the rest of his life. His desire for knowledge and techniques since a young age has left him a little blank at times, feeling he doesn't need to voice it as no one would be listening in the first place. STRENGTHS:
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HISTORY: Saxophone heritage and history isn't much to behold outside of his village and his simple life so far. Many felt that being the Namekian who descended from such a important role within their culture would instil glory or hardships in his life. Thankfully for the care-free Sax his life was about to be steered for him, this drive laid out, and the helpful push in the right direction given by fate itself. Many parts of his past have simply blurred into repetition, though it is not at all bad. From his beginnings Sax's role within his race had already been set in motion. Much like the other villages of his planet a single Namekian would always be steered to rise amongst the rest in order to defend their town, his people and the planet as a whole if his aid was required. These warriors were known as guardians. Many of them would be in charge of defending areas of important on the planet, the Guru, the capitals and the surrounding areas from the harshness of wildlife and galactic dangers. Sax's family had the odd exception of this requirement being almost compulsory, their ancestors holding the blood of what could be perceived as royalty within the human or sayain race, as an example. Sax's father was the first step towards his destiny as many would like to call it. He was always known to Sax as 'Sensei' As required by his village of warrior caste his father was to be portrayed as a master, rather than a parent. He threw his child into training as a remarkably early age, the sooner he could train, the faster he could become stronger. To Sax this was natural, you can't miss what you never had you could say as his childhood was consumed by practice rather than other kinds of learning. His Sensei trained him to fight before he could speak, make a stance before he could walk. He was to become the perfect warrior to lead, to defend.. Whatever his race needed of him, as the hundreds of his ancestors had done to their offspring before him. Years of training had past as Sax was becoming a strong fighter even in his very early years, though these years became repetitive, bland even. What could be so dangerous in the world that required him alone to max his potential every day. He began to question his training, and even though the damage had been done in regards to his routines burned into his mind fate delivered an answer to him in two ways. First, a rival. His name was Snare, a few years younger than himself, he began to put perspective on his own training and how he could project it onto the seemingly much less tame namekian. Sax was already awarded great honour for taking charge over others at such a young age, but he didn't see it like that, more like a person to call his friend. They became a worthy duo, the strongest two amongst their villages and beyond for quite a distance. Sax felt like he had some other responsibility in his life besides how he is going to train that day, and though his complete lack of social skills were shown in kind between his interaction with Snare.. It was the lack of words he needed to provide when aiding him in training which made Snare such a worthy opponent, and friend. The second trial was something no one seemed to expect, as a large force led by one of the universes most feared beings descended upon their planet. Sax seemed to see this amongst others much before the attack was at their doorstep, and urged others to flee before the destruction was upon them. Many wished to leave with Sax, though many also argued that he was simply doubting the namekian will, and in turn insulting their race. Snare was amongst the many who chose to stand and fight against the incoming tide, his respect seemingly materialising from Sax's actions as he looked to flee the planet, and as the soldiers descended he made his escape alone. He did not know the fate of his planet, only that he wouldn't have been able to return whether his race were victorious or the soldiers destroyed the planet itself. He worried for his race, his fate, his friend. The ship took him to many planets before he began to understand its controls, months had past and he had trained on planets with people he never knew even existed in this never ended space. And after a long time of training and silence, which had all but voided his interactions before his planet became victim to either fate. He was thrown upon the planet earth, the ship seemingly breaking upon its arrival and leaving him to pick this planet as his home. He constructed his own home, trained within its strange forests and learned of its people. It was only after time he realised what also inhabited Earth after a horrific event. His destiny was far from over. [/style] |
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