GodOfChaos

Junkyard

Yellow eyes pierced through the night as the silhouette of a giant stood on a mound of trash. This creature was easy to see and a small chuckle escaped its mouth. It was easy to tell that this creature was a male. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air as this things neck moved side to side and his fists slammed together. He adjusted his torn brown cloth at his waist. With a simple movement of his leg, trash crushed under him. "Well, well Rog-war. This is going to be an interesting waste of the rest of my life." He chuckled again, noticing the pun he had just accidentally made. He liked the quiet for once, it was different to him. He still missed his home planet though, and the blood shed that he had been doing before he left his home planet. It wasn't the prettiest name of all but hey, it was the mans home and well... I guess it was just mainly the bloodshed.

"Guess who is not in a good mood..." Rog-wars stomach growled at him, signaling that he was hungry. Rog-war was clueless to the noise he was making. He could hardly notice a woman that was walking far away from him. He began to whistle his favorite war tune before he headed out on the battlefield. What the name of it was he didn't know. He just enjoyed the sound of the cool little tune. Suddenly a noise triggered him to stop in his tracks. Soon he was on one knee and memories of his past filled his head. He was in his trance and he wouldn't be able to get out of it himself. Before he left reality he was hoping that whatever made the noise didn't go after him while he was in his trance. Loud grunting noises escaped his mouth, as if he was injured. Whatever was going on in his head, was starting to pay a toll on his brain and body. He snapped back into reality, thankfully it was a quick one. He stayed on his knee and it was at that moment he seemed to be a small creature. It was also at this moment he heard the woman's foot steps upon the trash. He looked towards her slowly, nothing but the yellow eyes gazing at the moving object.

Mission: Earth

My CS will be posted tonight before 3am Eastern Standard Time :3

I Dream of A Hero

Yayy :3

Junkyard

So I skimmed through this quick. I thought it was about to go down Kevin Hart style when I saw the apology posts and I was like "Oh good they made up! :D" And now that its over (hopefully) I am off to put my first post in the IC >:) After I watch a movie...

EDIT: I am extremely sorry ahead of time Lawless and I am extremely sorry if I confused anyone because I am tired, and I am unsure if I am posting things that are unclear or things that are clear.

Mission; Earth

Got my attention. Im on board.

I Dream of A Hero

Its awfully quiet here >>

Junkyard

lol
That will be an interesting meeting.

Junkyard

Race Sheet

Reported from a human scientist that studied these things for many years. The history is lost....[/u]
[i]Name: Brazylt
Home world: B115
Appearance: The Brazylt are often large creatures that stand at an astounding 12 feet, well at average. Some grow to be past 14 feet tall and these creatures are no stranger to muscle. Some of their bones show, almost like an exoskeleton. There skin is often a brownish. Some could be lighter while others could be darker. Their skin is often rough and some noticeable features are above the chest. The top of the head is rather rigid, as well as the face and the neck. The shoulders seem to be spiked. Their fists have somewhat large spikes as well, almost as if its another bone. Aside from all of these odd features, the Brazylt are classified as humanoids, they have two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two arms, two legs, and two ears (even though they are not visible).

Lifespan: These creatures can live up to a millennium (1000 years)
Aging: The Brazylt age fairly slowly, they are still technically a child up to 125 years of age. There teen years last up to 300 and then after that they are full grown adults.
Childbirth: A new born requires two parents, one male and one female, which, in their world, isn't hard to find if you are one of these things.
Culture: The Brazylt are pretty much natural born fighters. So, naturally, there are many wars between them. Most of it over stupid things. But even after all these years, their culture is really hard to figure out, the Brazylt don't like foreign beings on their planet to study them. Considering some "idiot" thought it would be a good idea to let them on board their planet, there was an argument. The Brazylt took sides, one thing led to another, and another war ravaged the land. So in very short terms, its an "advanced" savage race. That not many other races like.
Language: Unknown

Biology: The Brazylt don't breath, at all, unless they are winded from a full on sprint or fighting. The lungs are used as needed, as well as the heart, and the stomach for food. And other things. But everything else, such as the kidneys, the liver and other major organs don't exist in the Brazylt body. They do bleed, and when they do its a weird, green-glowing color. Their eyes are normally yellow, and their mutation eye color is brown. The temper on them are very short fused, and if you piss them off enough, which isn't much, they will charge at you. They have a fight mode and it is really.... odd. They stand up straight, clench their fists, and... Smile at you.... Which is really confusing when you know it is a pissed off giant.
Powers: No special powers, other than their thick, armor like skin, their short temper, and their strength.

History: [Error 754: Could not access history do to corrupt file. Please delete the file and try accessing again.]

Character

Name: Rog-war
Age: 287
Gender: Male
Race: Brazylt

Appearance: Rog-war stands at an astounding 14'7" tall. He is muscular, and somewhat sadistic looking. He has the typical yellow eyes of every Brazylt. He has scars on his face that are very visible do to their odd white color. They are scars going straight down from forehead to jawline on his right side. Three pass through the eye, while another two are just off the corner. The origin of the scars are unknown from anyone else, but he claims it was a fight, which was questioned often.


Personality: Extremely hot headed. When he is calm, he can be super relaxing and easy to get along with. Rog-war is interesting as a creature, he is "different" from the other Brazylt. He doesn't have fears like the others do. Rog-war simply sucks it up and pushes on no matter his injuries. He doesn't like to show weakness. But sometimes things can get to his head and he will end up "starting" a fight. He never looks for one. He was protective over his one and only friend. Meaning, Rog-war can be a pretty good ally in terms of being a bodyguard. Other than anger, every other emotion is near impossible to spot.

Abilities: Rog-war doesn't know any of his abilities, he is still pretty much an arrogant teenager. Thankfully he knows he is skilled at fighting do to being in one of the most recent war.
Strengths: His strength is powerful. Be careful, because if you get hit with one of his fists, you will feel it.
Weaknesses: He is slow when fighting, he starves quickly, and he doesn't like people who oppose him. He has a tendency to kill things a lot which can get to his head sometimes. Other times he wonders what it would be like if he was a different race. This gets to his head often. Past memories from a long time ago make him go into a trance. They stop him dead in his tracks.

How did he end up here: Rog-war was dumped here do to his criminal actions. The Brazylt people banished him from his home planet. Making Rog-war trash, and scum to the home planet of the Brazylt, he was framed for more than 500 counts of murder over the course of 5 years. When asked if he was guilty, Rog-war simply laughed and stated: "If I wanted to kill 500 of us just because, I would have been here four years ago."
Occupation: He was a solider, but recently dishonorably discharged do to the "murders" he committed.
Equipment: Nothing but the brown torn cloth around his waist

Biography: Rog-war doesn't know much of his past. He remembers when he was first born that his parents were slaughtered, along with his sisters and brothers. He was kidnapped by another family who was going to make a slave of him. But things changed when this family noticed Rog-war was able to wrestle the oldest son and beat him... Every time. As soon as Rog-war turned 150, the family that kidnapped him, actually became his family. They pretty much favored Rog-war over their other children because Rog-war was bigger, stronger, and.... Well thats pretty much it. After fifty years of training with his "father" Rog-war started killing off the family in one violent night. After being questioned, Rog-war simply claimed that he was being threatened and that he was attacked that night by the father and the mother. He literally got away with murder. From age 201 to 213, Rog-war was literally fighting for survival. He made do with helping the police out with some of the wanted criminals. He lied about his age then and he lied about his age to join the army when he was 276. He made it 9 years before being dumped on... this enormous junkyard for crimes he didn't commit. Between 214-276, Rog-war did small odds and ends jobs for people who needed the help. No major changed really happened, other than his friend dying when he was 282 in a recent war. He thinks about that friend from time to time. Often, he gets angry that he couldn't protect his friend. Flashbacks hit him like wildfire too. But he over comes this obstacle and moves on. Just like he is supposed to.

I Dream of A Hero

I live on the east coast in the US of A

I Dream of A Hero

Thank you thank you :) How is everyone?