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Dragon Ball Z: Future Unknown

My character is finished. @Double

One Piece - Legends Of The Blue Seas

Hm...this was surprising.

And he her thought that he had to save some little damsel in distress. Ryuhei had simply watched with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk as the girl seemed to blur forward at a speed that his sharp eyes easily matched, kicking a goon before kicking another two, breaking quite a bit of furniture in the old tavern. An old man at the back seemed to guffaw about something or another, talking about Ryuhei preparing to kill these men for no reason; which only made his smirk grow into a grin. Just as he was about to laugh at the old timer and say some really hurtful words, he was cut off by the girl leaping onto the table and declaring her future as the 'Pirate Queen'. Amongst the other goons and civilians, Ryuhei merely watched, his grin disappearing into his normal frown when she turned her attention to him. Did he want to have a go at her?

A quick glance over her form showed him that no, he didn't want to have a go at her. There was no fear in the statement; he didn't want to fight her...because disappointing fights were, well, disappointing. She wouldn't further his goal of becoming the world's greatest swordsman...she most-likely had no skills as a swordsman, and although she took care of herself, she didn't have the physique of a physically astounding warrior, either. She was probably one of the people who relied on their Devil Fruits to save their day...a pity, really. However...he was in a fired-up move, and had been really looking forward to fighting the goons all around him. Maybe...No. He wouldn't raise a sword against someone weaker, if there was no fun in it. No challenge.

"Not worth it." He stated dismissively, waving one hand. His golden eyes peered deeply at her form. "What are you...twelve? Fifteen? Ten?" Although it was hard to tell with his cold, deep voice, there was an ounce of honest curiosity. Obviously, the swordsman was incredibly lost when it came to knowing someone's age.

Dragon Ball Z: Future Unknown

Xalam

Appearance

Xalam is a tall, muscular young Namekian - his stature being taller than any other teenaged Earthlings/Humans, and some adults, and he's still growing until he reaches the pinnacle of his maturity. His skin is the same deep green as most Namekians, and other than his height - which is above average - there's nothing overtly distinctive. His features are sharp and mature, with dark eyes and sharper-than-average teeth, and the standard antennae. His outfit consists of folded, white cloth wrapped around his neck and shoulders, along with a tight, durable black obi wrapped around his lower abdomen/waist. He wears long, baggy white gi-pants, which are tucked into brown boots. His fore-arms and hands are wrapped tightly with bandages, leaving the fingers free - along with the palms, for his Ki attacks. All of his clothing is weighted heavily, due to his body's regenerative functions, his muscles heal quickly from the strain, and thusly, his form is physically exceptional, in terms of strength, speed, and durability.

Basic Info

Name: Xalam [Zie-Yam]
Age: 15
Race: Namekian
Gender: Asexual; Has male organs, and goes by male pronouns.

Dossier

Personality: Events in his past has tailored Xalam to who he is today. A serious and focused young man, Xalam sees no personal glory in the act of childish games. He tends to keep to himself; an emotionally distant person that would rather train for hours on end by himself, or sit down and study the history of the world, strategic techniques, or knowledge on Ki. His gruff demeanor could put a few people off, especially combined with his temper; Xalam is a calm young man, but whenever he gets mad, you can generally tell...and it isn't a pleasant experience. He is serious about becoming one of the world's next Z-Fighters, and his undying, immortal focus and determination shows this. His potential is endless, and he is still developing, but so far, he has shown himself to be a sharp-witted, strong, serious, and focused Namekian with a penchant for combat and battle. While these traits would make him a great leader, his emotional distance tends to keep him from making any personal connections, which is a necessity for someone with charisma. He's more intimidating than charismatic, anyways.

Background Information: Xalam's life on New Namak was...rough, at best. He awoke from a scarred egg, in the ruins of one of the many settlements on the conquered and destroyed Planet Namek. The first few years of life was hard at best; in succession of the Meta Cooler's attack, multiple types of bandits and beasts prawled New Namek, eating whatever survivors they could. He remember trying to sneak around one such beast - a large tiger - only for it to notice him and attempt to eat him whole. He barely escaped, after hitting it on the snout with enough force to skid it backwards and crack the bones and cartilage there.

That's where he learned of his strength. He continued to travel through the ruins as a little Namek, self-learning from the books he salvage from different destroyed villages, while his combat ability was developed from self-defense against the beasts and bandits. Eventually, he found a barely-surviving outpost on New Namek, owned by one of the last few Warrior Clans. The Chief, noticing the five year old's torn, bleeding, and roughed-up body, instantly took him in, despite past events making him hesitant about taking in strangers. There, Xalam healed due to the safe, if not ruined environment. The Chief, seeing how the boy was so resilient, decided that there was some sort of fortune with him.

Although not one of the Dragon Clan, he could sense potential; and this boy had unimaginable potential. Xalam agreed instantly to the training, even though he was told that it would be extremely difficult...the man wasn't kidding. The entire outpost seemed to help out with training their new hope, seeing as it was extremely rare to see a Namek kid - especially one physically strong. However...good times have to end. At the age of 14, Xalam was training with a spar - holding his own against about half of the village's Namek, although it was half-because it was just a spar, and so no one really tried to kill each other...but cracked and broken bones were something of a norm. It was something reminiscent to fun...but it was also training, and so good enough. The invasion was swift and destructive. It was a stealth attack, and although Xalam could barely sense it, he could do nothing to stop the droves of mercenaries, tamed beasts, and fiends that attacked their Outpost for the minor loot. His clan slaughtered, Xalam was vengeful and rage-filled, flying into combat.

He was a strong Namekian, and although he managed to kill a small fraction of their force - since that fraction were simple humans, and used no Ki - it wasn't enough, as they also had different species speckled in, and all of them knew Ki attacks. Torn and bleeding, like he was, nine years ago, Xalam escaped on one of the Outpost's hidden pods, not used because the direction and planet it sent you was randomized. He only did this because...because he needed to grow stronger. He knew that the mercenaries and fiends would destroy New Namek, or at least make it uninhabitable. He did not want to see another planet destroyed.

Wherever he landed, he would protect it with his life.

A year has passed since he landed on Earth...

Power

Power Level: 2,000
Nova Beam: Xalam clenches his fist over his heart, swiftly building powerful Ki into his hand, directly from the energy source surrounding the beating organ, before pointing it at the target. Streamlined and focused purple Ki is blasted from the his palm, blasting through the air and impacting against the opponent at high-speeds, usually with enough force to puncture through. Once a few seconds past, the beam is unstable, and explodes against whatever it is still impacting with. Although it's still in the works, through sheer training and development, the technique has the potential to grow incredibly powerful, with varying, and increasingly destructive and lethal effects. [Signature Attack]

Dragon Ball Z: Future Unknown

Nice. Alright, I'll post my CS here as a WIP, and work on it for a bit.

Dragon Ball Z: Future Unknown

Question; So, history-wise, no combat involved? Furthermore, I'm guessing we're going to be quite young, since we're weak starting off?

Dragon Ball Z: Future Unknown iCheck

Ayyy. Bump.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

~Karen Antonius~

Karen took a sip of her tea, savoring the brew's deep taste to go along perfectly with the cool morning air. She'd been since 7 am, not for any particular reason; she just got up at the time and that was it. Seeing as going back to sleep was impossible and she had nothing better to do, she figured a bit of tea in the morning wouldn't be a problem. She'd used her own supply to avoid having to go downstairs to the kitchens, which would have been a hassle.

Soon enough other students began waking up and moving about. Some noticed her, some did not. Among those that did, many gave an awkard jump upon realizing that she was there, before try to scurry away as quickly as possible. Karen smiled and waved back pleasantly. It didn't seem to help there nerves. Yawning, she pulled out a tiny pocket watch from the robe she was wearing, and peered at it. It was nearly time for breakfast.

"Very well," she decided, sitting up from her chair, "I suppose it's best to be off by now."

Drawing her wand from a holster that was hiding within the sleeves of her robe, she pointed them at the used plate, and cup of tea. With a quick flick of her wrists, she preformed the Switching Spell, and in place of the used tableware was her rosary, red scarf, and golden cross. Picking the items up, she concealed the former in her robes while wearing the latter around her neck. Back then, these two object would attract considerable attention from most of the student-body, but now they've gotten used to it. Most of them, anyway.

Karen flung the red scarf around her neck and several males stepped back, looks of apprehension on their faces; they knew very well what the scarf was capable of doing. Karen laughed lightly. "Don't worry, I've nothing planned for today," she said reassuringly. "Unless of course, you want me to make plans for you . . . ?"

Her voice had taken an attractive tone, and it would have definitely been enticing had it not been for the underlying meaning behind them. The referenced students shook their head quickly and left. Karen, still smiling, stepped out of the common room after them, and was greeted with a familiar looking lion cub.

"Good morn, sir Damian," greeted Karen with a light smile on her face, walking up to side of the boy that wasn't being occupied by an overgrown kitty. "And to your companion as well. How goes your morning so far?"

Aah, idle conversation; it was truly the unmatched King of Activities when it came to passing time.

_@Asuu

@TheHangedMan

As Leo gave the two-faced girl a prolonged mewl of aloof acknowledgement, Damian took a few more seconds to turn his head downwards and study her. Platinum hair, pretty face...she was Karen, someone known for being able to charm virtually any male with her good looks and angelic persona. Only, he, rather easily, saw through all the flirtiness and kindness. She was as sharp as a snake, he knew, and loved to tease others. He had met many a girl like her back at home, and dated quite a few, too. He wasn't interested in another one. Buuut, she was decent company, even though he didn't like company itself, and so he didn't try to run her away. Rather, he snorted and turned his head back to the stretching corridor.

"Name's Damian. I've already told you that." He replied coolly, whistling softly as Leo had stopped to paw at another student's wooshy robes. The tiger meowed in annoyance as it trotted to catch up, and Damian smirked down at it, the tiger cub's annoyance seemingly growing at the smirk, judging by how it started to paw at Damian's Gryffindor robe. The teenager ignored it in favor of glancing, once more, at the girl beside him, as they began to get closer to breakfast. "Needed something?" As he pushed open the large double doors with one hand, Damian glanced down at Leo as it managed to somehow bite through the hem of his robe and into the tough jeans underneath. It's reaction of victory was amusing.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I shall post once I get out of the men's room, o lady/man that tagged me.

One Piece - Legends Of The Blue Seas

Hue. Sorry. Posted!

One Piece - Legends Of The Blue Seas

His reasons for being in West Blue? ...Well, he didn't know himself, other than a vague letter about his fortune being found in Dynamo City.

The day had started off well enough. He had, that previous night, took a ride on a caravan heading towards Dynamo City, seeing as he had some business to take care of there. Nothing much, but his previous sensei's friend...An old woman that owned a small, humble tea-shop somewhere in the Island itself, had sent him a letter back in South Blue, to come meet her. The caravan was filled with a bunch of cowardly fools, only interested in going to each island and basically begging for others to take their wares...and then, they would, once again, continue to the next island. The Captain, a short, pudgy man with a fake eyepatch, had only accepted once he had noticed the swordsman's leanly muscular disposition, and his obviously shined and sharpened swords. And so, he had spent the rest of that night sleeping and eating to his heart's content, in the crow's nest because he tended to enjoy being on high-grounds. Either that, or over the railing.

However, entering the Island was a bit of a problem. A few shabby-looking men had blocked out the harbour at around 3 AM that morning, and when they tried to park, a few things happened. The ship was boarded, the Captain had to pay the gang a few barrels of salt and spices, and throughout it all, the swordsman was asleep in the crow's nest, unknown to the few gangsters. After the boat was parked, The Captain, raged at the swordsman doing absolutely nothing to help them, attempted to kick the swordsman out. The swordsman that was multiple heads taller, a Hell of a lot muscular, and easily more handsome. Yeah...it didn't work, but mostly because he genuinely felt a bit of sympathy for the tearful captain and his merry band of dimwits, the swordsman decided to leave anyways - he could mooch off of another caravan or something.

That's how he found himself in this bar. The old woman was a gypsy and fortune teller, and she had told him that sometime that day, an event would happen to kindle his focus so that he could advance in his goal of being a master swordsman - she said that it was going to be in a tavern. This was one of the few taverns in the Island. He knew that, to advance, he would need to fight stronger opponents; everyone he had faced prior to this was weak. Strong by the average man's standard, but to him? Weak. He needed to fight and defeat every single swordsman, one by one...every single pirate, one by one. He needed to be the best.

From his shady corner in the back of the bar, the white-haired swordsman propped up his feet, eyes closed and an eyebrow twitching as a multitude of gang members entered the bar; they had the same clothing and style of the bandits that had got him kicked out of his last caravan trip. Whatever...he had something to do; they wouldn't bother him, he wouldn't bother them-

"What was that?! You seem to be damn confident of yourself you perfect idiot!"

The sound of a sword unsheathing...was all he needed.

Civilians stared as the young swordsman slowly stood, eyes still closed as he began to walk towards the scene, hands in his pockets. As he got within arms-reach of the two, he turned towards the man with the unsheathed sword...and his eyes opened, revealing dark golden irises, glaring fiercly at the man. The bandit took a step back in slight fear, before bolstering his courage and swinging his sword through the air.

"Aye, idiot, unless you wan-"

"Save the bullshit." Tsukihime and Benihime were both blurs before they were, once more, sheathed in under a second. A minor pause, and then the man's sword slowly fell into a dozen diced metal pieces. "I hate clowns like you, picking on little girls." Before another second could pass, the leader found his face smashed in from a boot embedded into his nose. The man was blasted backwards, screaming as his body folded into the wall and blasted straight through in a hail of splinters.

Ryuhei glanced back at the girl, a small smirk on his face. "I'd run if I were you, kid." He began to slowly grin as the bandits around them began to refocus, recovering from their shock. Both of his katanas were in his hands, Benihime in his left, and Tsukihime in his right. Beni was held in a reverse grip, while Tsuki was held normally - the stance completed by Ryuhei tensing his muscles and lowering his body a tad.