CaptainSully

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

@Weird Tales already on there buddy.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warrior

Below is my CS.

I am totally flexible on making adjustments and what not so if you have any issues just let me know

Samanosuke

————————————————————————— Name: Samanosuke "Sam" Tanaka Race: Human Age: 21 Sex: Male ♂ Relationship Status: Single ————————————————————————— Power Level: 800 Status: Alive Location: Earth ————————————————————————— Character Theme: ♫ Battle Theme: ♫ —————————————————————————		PERSONALITY ———————————————————————— Very few people are as deceptively stoic as Sam. On the outside he is a figure of total calmness but on the inside lies a white hot rage that fuels the very power that make him a dangerous fighter. He has a solid grasp on his anger but when pushed to his limit it can seep out. With his often calm demeanour comes a sense of humour that people would expect him lacking just by looking at him. A face of seriousness often gives way to a smile or grin before returning to its mostly stern appearance. He is a man of the people and defender of the weak HISTORY ———————————————————————— Sam was born to parents who were beyond ecstatic to have him. For years they had tried to have children until suddenly, after almost giving up all hope, Samanosuke Tanaka came into being. For the early years of his life he was much like any other baby, regular tears and soiled diapers but as he began to grow a deep anger within became evident. Severe tantrums and outbursts made life difficult for Sam's parents, so much so that by his fourth birthday they sought the help of the village elder. Part medicine man and part village leader, the elder was shocked by the child's inner aggression. However, he knew of a man who could tame the anger but it would mean giving up their son until the goal was achieved. Sam's parents reluctantly accepted, leaving him with the man known only as Kojiro. In the years that followed Sam was taught a two thousand year old martial art known as Fists of the Swift Wind. The basis of the martial art was to utilise a persons anger to increase their damage output. The anger within Sam shocked Kojiro but not through a sense of fear, but through surprise that the youngsters potential was unbound. Throughout the history of the fighting style nobody had become so advanced at such a young age and so Kojiro grew excited. It was four years after the start of his training that Sam was allowed to reunite with his parents and through it came an emotional outpouring from his mother and father. They couldn't believe the change in their child, particular the fact that he was more like a young adult than an eight year old. Even so they felt a level of guilt that he had missed much of his childhood having spent it training. Their opinion changed when they saw him showcase his capabilities in a local fighting tournament however, defeating adults three times his size through nothing but technique. They saw his natural gift and so, reluctantly, let him return to Kojiro. They hoped that his talent might one day do the world some good, even if it meant that they missed his early life. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday that Sams training was finally complete. Other fighters his age had levels of power that had surpassed him, focussing on increasing their strength. Kojiro focussed on teaching Sam the true techniques and secrets of the Swift Wind, increasing his power would come later. His body had been trained to almost be able to fight on autopilot, the accuracy and power of his strikes far surpassing what he should be capable of. To the present day he keep in contact with Kojiro and spend much of his time taking care of his parents. When he isn't with either he is often training or helping those in need in his home village. ABILITIES ———————————————————————— ✦ Power Through Fury | Fists of the Swift Wind is the martial art that Sam has been taught for the majority of his life. It allows him to tap into his inner anger to increase his strength beyond what a human should be capable of. It works much in the same way as the Saiyan zenkai boost, however rather than increasing power after near fatal experiences it increases power after great bouts of rage. ✦ Ultimate Concentration | Through the years of learning to control his inner rage, Sam is able to block out all distractions around him. This can help him keep focus on a fast moving foe or distinguishing between an after image and the real person. In addition to this, he is able to better focus his ki so as a result his standard ki blasts are baseball sized rather than the typical basketball size. They are no stronger or weaker, simply smaller in size. TECHNIQUES ———————————————————————— ✦ Waterfall Fists | Taking a face on stance on their opponent, the user is able to unload one hundred punches in the space of a second. ✦ Raging Torrent | Much like the Waterfall Fists technique, Raging Torrent involves taking a face on stance towards an opponent. However rather than punches being thrown, the users unleashes ki blasts. Twenty blasts in total are fired in the space of a second. ✦ Sudden Storm | The user channels their rage into their fists until they glow with energy, with each hit from them feeling like a babies punch. Within three seconds of the glow fading the opponent experiences the true full force of each punch simultaneously. The more punches that land, the more damage that is inflicted. ✦ Mistform | The ultimate in defensive techniques, Mistform can protect it's user from harm. The user is unable to attack as they focus solely on their opponents movements. Incoming attacks are easily avoided but at the cost of extreme stress on the body. The level of focus is that severe that prolonged use will result in complete exhaustion. As such it should only be used to waste time against vastly superior opposition. TRANSFORMATIONS ———————————————————————— ✦ None at present OTHER ———————————————————————— ✦ Ki Colour: #6ecff6

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warriors

Also...face claim



^{(Kenshiro from Fist of the North Star)}

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warriors

Totally understable.

(Shameless bump disguised as a genuine post)

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 [𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋]

Damn you and your extremely alluring RP concepts!

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warriors

@Weird Tales ok great, good to know. I’ll keep an eye out for the OOC.

DBZ: The Sagas of The Z Warriors

100% yes! I’ve been waiting for a DBZ RP for ages!

I like the idea but what are you looking at in terms of playable races? Are we limited to human? Or can we go the other end of the spectrum and create a race?

Either way I’m definitely in.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

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Her hair flowed freely in the breeze like a clichéd moment in a romance novel but unfortunately for her there was nothing romantic about her situation. Her clothing had been reduced to nothing but bloodstained shreds and her lifeless body hung freely from the tree branch. The cable around her neck had been pulled so taut that it had cut deep into her neck leaving her exposed chest coated in her own blood. Her only relief would be that she was dead as her remains showed that living in the apocolypse would have been a hellish torment. A cardboard sign scrawled in an almost childlike handwriting read slut as it hung from her neck like some sort of sick joke.

Robert moved the scope of his rifle onto several nearby corpses, each hanging much in the same way as the unfortunate lady. The corpses of men had been desecrated through dismemberment while the women all bbre signs of extreme torture with hints of unbelievable suffering. Rob gritted his teeth hard as he reigned back his anger, needing to keep his cool. He began to count the number of living people in the encampment that lay before him. From his vantage point he spotted a total of ten men, all donning similar motorcycle style vests. No clear markings or insignia were on the plain, black leather vests to give an indication to any allegiance beyond themselves. Either way, they weren't to be of the world for much longer.

Two men stood guard at the entrance to the clearing they occupied with a further two wandering around the forested perimeter. Four other men sat on logs around a small fire while the final two emerged from a tall, domed tent towards the back of the camp. The pair emerged from the tent each held an ankle of a lifeless female body devoid of any clothing. Her body was cut to pieces and through his cope the satisfied grins of the pair were beyond disturbing. Robert was not a religious man but even if God did exist, there was no way he would wait for him to descend from the heavens to pass judgement. Today Rob was judge, jury and executioner.

Raising his finger to his head Robert began to whisper softly, "Team 1...perimeter guards and the entrance...Team 2...campfire...I have the two at the back...on my mark." In his ear two voices came through, "Got it," closely followed by, "Yes sir." Moving his scope so that the first of his targets was in sight, Rob spoke one final time. "Fire."

Robert wrapped his finger around his rifle's trigger before unleashing his pent up anger through a satisfying trigger pull. The rifle kicked into his shoulder as its bipod rested on a felled tree. The bullet emerged from the suppressed barrel of the gun accompanied by the muted sound the Welshman had become so used to over the years. Before Rob even had time to blink the man in his sight dropped to the floor like a lead balloon. His body fell awkwardly into a crumpled heap, blood pouring from a cavernous hole in his skull. The man's partner looked down in shock as he tried to wipe away the blood and brain matter that has sprayed onto his face. Realising what had happened he began to claw at the inside of his jacket, presumably to draw his weapon. Before he had the chance however the embrace of death ensnared him and he fell dead to the floor with his friend. Without hesitating Rob began to scan the surrounding area through his scope, catching sight of the final pair around the camp fire collapse. Soon the voices returned to Robert's ear and each confirmed that their targets had been taken down, allowing Rob to lower his rifle.

To his left was a bag through which he searched, pulling out a long distance radio. He turned it on and began to speak. "Spectre this is Ghost..." A couple of seconds past before a thick, southern American accent came back to him. "Ghost this is Spectre, hearing you loud and clear." Watching on as he saw his team emerge into the clearing below, Robert responded. "Spectre...the Harpies are down. I repeat...the Harpies are down. The Argonauts are looking for the Golden Fleece." The code names were simple enough but necessary just in case anyone managed to hijack their communications. "Ok Ghost. Confirm on status of the fleece when you know the situation and then get back to Greece. Over and out." Rob returned his radio to his bag before packing up his equipment and meeting up with his squad below.

By time he arrived the bodies that had once hung from the trees had been cut down and carefully placed in a line. The bodies of the raiders had been left contorted where they fell ready to be feasted on by whatever wildlife stumbled onto them first. A middle age woman with camouflage paint spread across her face approached with large rucksack. She opened it in front of Robert allowing him to peer in. The bag was filled to the brim with bottles of various pills. "Good job Rook." The woman smiled, "Cheers boss." Stretching his arms out wide Rob arched his back before raising his voice. "We've got we came for. Let's get back." A chorus of voices followed acknowledging the order before the group headed back into the forest to return to their bikes.

"Spectre, we have the fleece. I repeat, we have the fleece. We are heading back now. ETA thirty minutes."

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Robert Cadogan

^{"Killing isn't fun...unless the person is a prick...then it's quite enjoyable."}

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OTHER NAMES
| Rob | Ghost |

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

AGE
31

RACE
Caucasian

GROUP
Shadow

Info

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Located just outside San Francisco, Shadow operate out of a military bunker. Primarily made up of military personnel and their families, the group maintain a self sufficient living. The facility has working solar panels, several small fields of crops and a nearby water supply. In addition the perimeter fence has been reinforced with various vehicles, crates and generally whatever was on hand at the time.

The group often venture out searching for any sort of tech, resources or medicine which they may be lacking. They do get attacked by raiders regularly but have little to no problem keeping them at bay.

HOMEBASE
The Bunker - Located 10 miles from San Francisco

LEADERSHIP STRUCTURE
| In Command: Colonel Johnathan Wallace | Second in Command: Major Andre Washington | Chief of Medicine: Dr Helena Morgan | Head of Recon: Robert Cadogan | Quartermaster: Sergeant Julio Gomes |

Colonel Wallace was stationed at The Bunker before the outbreak and has retained command ever since. As an aged veteran he has seen the worst of combats that war has to offer. He has the respect of his men and the entirety of those within the bunker.

Colonel Wallace

Major Washington is the resident "bad guy" to the Colonel's positive approach. If anything needs doing that isn't pleasant then the Major is the man who gets it done. He is firm but fair with everyone.

Major Washington

Dr Morgan is a strong willed practitioner of medicine who does everything she can for the residents of The Bunker. She has delivered children and performed several life saving operations in the time she has been with Shadow. Her opinion and thoughts are widely valued by all.

Doctor Morgan

Robert's history as a special forces operator immediately caught the Colonel's interest on his arrival. After proving himself useful at retrieving valuable resources from nearby towns and cities, the Colonel declared him head of recon. What the role entails is the training of the other military personnel in how to best remain undetected outside of The Bunkers perimeter. In addition, he is responsible for leading the most dangerous and risky missions personally.

Robert Cadogan

Gomes as he often goes by is extremely laid back a bit of a joker. When he isn't taking inventory or maintaining equipment he can be found entertaining the younger children in the complex with some magic tricks. His pregnant wife currently resides in The Bunker with him.

Sergeant Gomes

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POPULATION
| Military Personnel: 38 | Medical Personnel: 6 | Civilians: 22 |

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KEY UTILITIES AND FACILITIES
| Electricity | Running Water | Reinforced Perimeter Fence | Five Small Crop Fields | Livestock Paddock | Garage | Dormatories | Medical Operating Room | Cafeteria | Sports Hall | Tactical Operations Center | The Armoury |

The entire purpose of the base was to be entirely self sufficient in case of enemy attack. The electricity of the complex is provided by a vast array of solar panels within the perimeter of the bunker. There are enough to fully charge the bases generators and to power all base requirements. The water comes from a nearby spring and is pumped directly into the base through various filters.

The fence around the base was a ten foot high chainlink fence with razorwize at it's base and on top of it. Shadow used a large portion of the vehicles on base to reinforce the fences in addition to stacking shipping containers where possible.

Food is provided by several crop fields as well as some animal paddocks. The bunker grows a wide variety of crops and keeps eight cows and several dozen chickens. A bull is kept to help fertilise the cows.

The garage has all the tools needed to fix any piece of machinery and the vast dormatories are split up as best as possible to allow for families to have some privary. Showers and toilet facilities are within the dormatory area.

The medical operating room has all the tools needed to perform surgery but also includes an x-ray machine and various advanced pieces of equipment to perform blood tests. There are quarantine facilities and even equipment to produce medicines however nobody at the bunker knows how to use it.

The cafeteria opens two times a day with meals often consisting of eggs, potatoes and bread. When able meat will be provided, often through the natural death of one of the animals or over population.

The sports hall features basketball hoops and various types of nets for racket based activities. Any meetings or briefing to the whole bunker take place here, operating like a town hall of sorts.

The tactical operations center is where the military personnel operate and plan from. They are able to communicate across continents as well as operate UAV's, detect aircraft on radar and view CCTV footage around and within the bunker. The Colonel rarely leaves the room apart from to get some sleep.

The armoury has enough weapons and ammunition to fight a small war and still have change leftover.

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<sub>Tunnel within the bunker leading to the dormatories and cafeteria


Secondary blast door


The tactical operations center


Example of dormitory room</sub>

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APPEARANCE



Robert is six foot and one inch in height, his deceptively slight frame weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds. He walks with a purpose and speaks with an accent that betrays his lack of native status to the US.

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PERSONALITY

| Focussed | Determined | Honest | Caring | Courageous | Selfless |

Ghost is the kind of person who asks no questions when a friend needs help, running to their aid as soon as he possibly can. This applies in day to day life and on the battlefield. There have been instances in his service history where he has thrown caution to the wind to try and retrieve wounded comrades. It is not that he doesn't care for his safety, he just truly believes in the brothers in arms mentality. He builds strong attachments to those he regularly serves with viewing them as brothers and sisters.

He has a switch in his brain that allows him to instantly go from Joe public to special forces operator in an instant. This has been shown throughout his career, particularly during the terrorist incident in London when he was off duty. He went from enjoying a meal with friends to taking down two of the terrorists in the space of ten seconds.

In terms of trauma as a result of his time in service, he doesn't suffer flashbacks or suffer any form of night terrors. The only real smudge on his profile is that he still doesn't forgive himself for the death of Sergeant Hicks during his first deployment.

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HISTORY


Special Reconnaissance Regiment

From a young age Rob wanted to carry on the family tradition of joining the Paras. His grandfather, father, uncle and older brother had all be part of the regiment and he wanted to continue that on. The military had always been a big part of his life from a young age as his family followed his father around the world through various deployments. Some time in Germany and Canada was followed by domestic life in their home village of Ynysddu. During that time his father was serving oversea in the war on Terror and was unfortunately killed by an IED. The years that followed were difficult, particularly for Rob's mother as they all tried to deal with the death of his father. This did nothing but harden Robert's resolve to become a soldier in Her Majesty's Armed Forces.

At the age of eighteen Rob was accepted into the Parachute Regiment following in the footsteps of the the men in his family. It wasn't until his second year in the regiment that he saw combat. He and his platoon were sent to the Middle East to fight against the continued threat of militants and had some great successes against them. Unfortunately it was during this time something happened to Rob that he still carries with him. While on patrol his squad were ambushed by a significantly larger force of militants and initial spray of bullets he caught a bullet to the leg. He was left in a small ditch that did nothing to hide his position from the approaching militants. His sergeant, Michael Hicks ran across the open terrain under heavy cover fire provided by the rest of their squad. With a few metres to cover Hick took a bullet to the rib but he pushed on until the pair were in cover. He collapsed to the floor moments later and attempts to revive him were unsuccessful. Rob blames himself for the death of Sergeant Hicks and will not be told otherwise. He spoke at his funeral and promised to show the same bravery and courage to save his fellow soldiers in the future.

After his recovery was finished he returned to active duty a different soldier. He was steeled and determined, fighting the enemy with a ruthless efficiency that eventually caught the notice of one of the British special forces regiments, the Special Reconnaissance Regiment. He undertook their training and was eventually given the emerald grey beret assosciated with the regiment. In the years that followed he was sent around the world on undercover operations, dealing with terrorist organisations of different backgrounds. His regiment saw to the capture of several high profile Islamist militant group leaders as well the destruction of a well known South American drug cartel. Beyond his accomplishments in the field, he developed skills in electronics and computers. He had a natural talent for these fields and used them to assist in missions throughout his career. A further few years serving with the Special Reconnaissance Regiment went by without issue, that was until he was sent to British Army Training Unit Suffield in Alberta Canada.

During a routine exercise training members of her majesty's forces, the Toxoplasmosa outbreak kicked into high gear. Many were lost during an unexpected assault by the infected but fortunately the base held. The weeks and months that followed were spent mostly reinforced barricades and trying to make contact with the outside world. Their calls were finally successful a full four months after the initial outbreak, reaching an American military installation located just outside San Francisco, the group referring to themselves simply as Shadow.. Relations between the two groups grew strong with regular long distance parties thrown to pass the time. Unfortunately fate wasn't done with Robert and his group.

Almost a year after they had made first contact with the US based group a wandering horde of infected managed to breach the perimeter of the Suffield base. In an attempt to repel the infected most of the group perished, leaving the survivors to get into pre-prepared vehicles and try to get as far from the horse as possible. Crammed into three vehicles a total of sixteen British military personnel managed to escape.

The decision of what to do next was unanimous, try to cross the Canadian border and reach Shadow. They had described their base in such detail that the group felt like they had been there. The difference between Suffield and Shadow's base, a large, self sustained underground bunker. No amount of infected could hope to make their way through the bunkers heavy blast doors. The journey was long and dangerous, the group having to deal with raiders as well as the rampaging infected. By time they had reached Shadow they had lost six men with a further two needing emergency medical treatment.

Since arriving Robert has made himself a useful asset to the group, earning the respect of those around him. His skillset has meant that he has managed to train a small group of individuals who specialise in recon and recovery missions. With the numerous infected and other groups wandering the US there is a desperate need for supplies and the best way to get them safely is to remain hidden.

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SKILLS

| Close Quarters Combat | Ranged Combat | Long Distance Marksmanship | Survival | Basic First Aid | Stealth and Concealment | Electronics and Computers Expert | Navigation | Reconnaissance |

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WEAPONS

Remington ACR
| x1/x2 Thermal Sight | Foregrip | Barrel Integrated Silencer |

L129A1
| 4x32 Acog | Bipod | Barrel Integrated Silencer |

P226 Mk.25
| Attached Silencer | Extended Magazine |

Fairbairn-Sykes Knife
| Sharpend Regularly |

His primary weapons are the Remington ACR and L129A1 but he will never carry both out into the infected areas. Keeping weight minimal is key to survival as it means you can move for longer before exhaustion sets in, which can be particularly important when having to run from infected. His side arm and knife are always on his person, even when back at the bunker.

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EQUIPMENT

| Smoke Grenades | Long Range Radio | Flares | Climbing Kit | Multi-tool |

The above equipment is not an exhaustive list of what is available to Robert as there is alot of military hardware available in the bunker, however the above is what he usually carries with him.

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ATTIRE

| Full Black Multi-Cam Uniform | Various Ghillie Suits |

Given that he and his group often deal with urban environments in the search for supplies, Robert mostly wears a full set of black multi-cam clothing. However, when in more rural environments he has a variety of different ghillie suits at his disposal should he need.

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VEHICLES

| Ford F150 [Metal plough welded to the frame] | Victory Empulse TT |

The Ford F150 has been fitted with a custom made metal plough which is used to force it's way through many abandoned vehicles left strewn across the many roads of California. Fitted directly to the frame, the plough is extremely stable and barely affects the performance of the truck. Even with it's utility, it is mostly used as a rescue vehicle. Even though it is heavy on fuel consumption compared to standard civilian vehicles, it is still preferred over the bulkier military vehicles on site.

The Victory Empulse TT is used by Sully and his squad to great effect. The electric bikes can travel over two hundred miles between recharges and with the solar panels at base, there is an unlimited supply of fuel. The effectiveness of the bikes isn't their abundunt fuel source but rather their noise level. Like a normal motorcycle they are able to weave in and out of obstacles but where as most motorcycles can be almost deafeningly loud, the Victory Empulse TT is close to silent.

As mentioned above there are more military vehicles at the home of Shadow but given their fuel efficiency issues, the majority are used to reinforce the perimeter and in certain situations used as defensive emplacements.

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THEME

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

@Aamaya Am I good to move it over?