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"What did you just say to me?" the chef stood imposingly over Gabriel. The old man smacked the halfling on the cheek with the force and anger of an angry tiger trying to protect its cubs. "Are you telling me how I should or shouldn't treat my daughter? I give her a place to live, food to eat, and a job to do. Those glasses there cost me money! You really want to tussel with me you little squirt? Or do you wanna get the hells out of my restaurant?"
I was informed you guys had a spot open?

Name:Jersey Boy
Gender: Male
Size: XXL
Alliance: Autobots

Disguise Type:

Appearance:

Holographic Human:[/b] N/A

Equipment:
Jet Boosters: Deceptively strong jet packs strapped onto Jersey Boy's bigger half allow him flight at a top speed of 350 meters a second. He can fly in Earth's atmosphere as well as navigate in space using said thrusters.
Energy Sword: Jersey Boy can form a blade made of energy from his wrists. Because it is made of energy, the blade is incredibly sharp.
Flame Hands: His hands are burning red.
Missiles: Lots of them.
Energy Shield: Jersey Boy puts his hands in front of him, generating a single-use force field.
The Jammer: A mysterious trump card weapon Jersey Boy has yet to reveal.


Personality: Jersey Boy is best described as overly proud, liking to look for things to be proud of. He speaks primarily through internet jargon and pop-culture reference, making him hard to understand. Most see him as being childlike and Naive. Jersey Boy also has an unnatural fixation toward scrap metal.
Background: Created on the planet Junkion, Jersey Boy left his planet in hopes of finding more scrap metal for his people. His search led him to Earth. The Junkions themselves were discovered first by the Autobots, and after that became known as super mechanics, as well as excellent scrap metal traders. Jersey Boy never intended on siding with either Autobot or Decepticon, however, his leanings changed as he traveled to Earth and needed allies.
Other: Junkions are an incredibly hardy race that can put themselves together much faster than normal transformers.

Side Note: Chicks dig giant robots.
The kitchen was quite the mess. A single large, burly chef handled most of the work. He pulled various ingredients from the shelves; the meat of unknown animals, along with cheese, and some kind of vegetable that was too strange looking to name or even describe. The man himself was old, his hair white and tied to the back in a ponytail, the rest of it kept under a hair net.

Crystal meekly took a glass to a barrel and filled it. Turning to Gabriel, she said "Hey darlin'. I'm sorry, but you ain't allowed in here. Please, I gotta work. Maybe some other time, m'kay?"
"Mhmm" Crystal nodded. "Thanks darlin'" she told them, heading into the kitchen. Faint yelling could be heard from behind the counter. Crystal returned with a glass of ale. She bent down, handing the glass carefully to Gabriel. "Here ya go" she said nervously. "Sorry for causin' all that trouble y'all." she looked to the adventurers with a somber expression, then headed back to the kitchen.
Zharkov spat out the chunks of monster he had in his mouth. As his head popped out of the beast, he took a deep breath, looking around for the monster's head, which had already decided to move in for the kill. Luckily for Zharkov, he had taken the liberty of knocking out the upper row of front teeth the beast had. His lungs full, Zharkov held his face against that of the beast. It was then when he revealed another one of his tricks- a specialty of his race. Zharkov puckered his lips out and exhaled. As he did, a stream of air was shot toward the beast's face. Following it, was a jet of flame starting from the base of Zharkov's mouth and following the air.
Zharkov stood still and allowed the beast to coil around him, a smile on his face. He grumbled in a lowtone as his body disappeared into he beast. With the beast all around him, Zharkov opened his mouth, baring his teeth to it. He gripped onto the scales, trying to find a soft spot before settling to just bite the creature. He pressed his mouth against the beast and chomped down hoping to grab a sizeable portion of the beast.
The gladiator-slave watched as the green-scaled creature made its way towards him. Zharkov held his hands out, awaiting the beast. As it clamped down its jaws, Zharkov held the beast's mouth agape.Zharkov roared as he cocked his head back, then headbutt forward, smashing his forehead against the creature's teeth in hopes of breaking said teeth.
Zharkov sauntered up to the beast and flexed his arms. He stared directly at it and matched the beast's menacing face. Zharkov roared. He had dealt with such monsters countless times before- many twiee that one's size. Unless it had any surprises in store, Zharkov had no doubt in his mind that he would be victorious. It would, however, make a good warm-up. He reared his fists then thrust his arms outward at the beast. "HA!" he shouted.
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Not sure if there's a best. As far as roleplaying goes, I don't think anybody can really take it serious enough to call it an "art". Anybody who does, should just get up and write a book. As for who can give you the most interesting battle, it kinda depends what you're looking for. I'm up to the challenge though.

So why didn't I PM you? Because there's no top 5. Roleplayer Guild is the only forum I've seen to ever implement an arena, and I think it's only to keep the scrappy fighty types in here.
Well, I've edited the post so that the glasses did contain liquid.
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