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DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

I can wait a bit. I'm in no hurry.

Shadow Contract: An Urban Fantasy Action RP Interest Check

Urban Fantasy you say. Color me interested.

The School Of Special Skills and Talents- Applicants Accepted Now

What's your preferred age range for characters?

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

@RogueFox are you figuring to have this run up until where Freeza would get beat by Goku on Namek?

Or are we flirting more with an alternate universe?

DragonBall Z: Dirty Deeds (A Frieza Force RP)

I present, a fire lizard inspired alien dude.

Togrash

Name: Togrash
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Race: Capsa-jin
Homeworld: Planet Nasuk

Power Level: 1200
Infernal Ki: A known trait among the Capsa-jin race is its higher than normal body temperature, which is incorporated into their fighting style, and channeled through their techniques. Their energy projections tend to produce considerably more heat than those of other races, and are typically more volatile in nature.
Special Techniques:

• Scorch Dome. An area of effect technique in which Togrash projects a burst of energy in all directions from his body. Current effective range is within a 6 for radius.
• Burning Rush. Togrash envelops himself in an aura of ki and charges at his enemy; the aura provides both a protective field and a damaging projection that enhances his strikes. Comes with a slight amplification of speed and strength, typically spiking his power level to around 1500.
• Heat Wave. A charged wave of Ki that manifests in the aesthetic form of a thick, fiery stream. Energy is first concentrated into one or both arms before being launched.
• Minor Regeneration. Though a far cry from the rumored prowess of the Namekians, Togrash's limbs and tail are capable of regrowing themselves over time. The process can take between an hour to several days depending on the severity and which appendage is regrowing. A stint in the healing pod and other recovery means can expedite the process. He cannot regenerate if beheaded or if a vital organ is completely destroyed.

Gear:

• Red Tinted Scouter.
• Black Freeza Force Armor worn over black under armor. Togrash's suit had been modified to better withstand higher temperatures.

Appearance:

Height: 6'
Weight: 210lbs
Anatomy: Togrash is mostly humanoid in form and proportions. Common among his race, his arms and legs are slightly longer in proportion to his torso. His fingers share in the subtle elongation, and feature sharper, claw-like nails. A thin tail runs from the bottom of his spine to his ankles.

His complexion is that of a pepper green skin with a series of red, orange, yellow, and mixed spots dotted randomly; the most prominent spots are upon the top of his head and tail; the bottom side of his tail is colored in alternating bands of orange yellow.

Personality: Togrash can be a brash, excitable, and hotheaded individual in the field. He's a "punch first, ask questions later" type. Thus, he can be counted on to be the first in his squad to rush headlong into a battle, and likely the one prone to the most injuries as a result. He's an aggressive warrior in combat, preferring not to waste his time playing with or clowning on opponents. He's not the sort to espouse lengthy monologues either, and is similarly adverse to allowing enemies to do the same. When in battle, Togrash fights with a will and vigor emblematic of someone who has a lot to prove. He's overall an efficient soldier that lets his fists do the talking.

Though tenuous at times, he respects the chain of command within both his Squad and the Freeza Force at large. His pragmatism and long term goal restrains him from picking fights with powers greater than his own unless it's for the purpose of training. He's not above clashing with his equals if he perceives them as standing in his way, holding him back, slighting him in some way; however, he won't go out of his way to lash out if not ordered to or provoked. Otherwise, he comes off as a silent, and somewhat cold figure, who doesn't act until the actions starts.

He's a self-starter, oftentimes identifying what he needs to do and doing it even before orders are passed down; when taking orders, he need only hear them once in order to act.

Backstory: Planet Nasuk came under control of the Freeza Force roughly ten years ago. While many of the races that inhabited the planet submitted to the Emperor's will with little to no hesitation, Togrash's people, the Capsa-jin, proved both more rebellious and more capable as fighters; the power of the species was such that Zarbon and Dodoria were deployed to personally see to its subjugation. In the wake of a brutal assault by the elite Freeza squadrons, the strongest of the Capsa-jin were slain and those that remained were forced to swear their loyalty to the Freeza Force.

Togrash came into the fold with the empire's military five years ago, just after the last embers of the Capsa-jin resistance were snuffed out. He's since been biding his time, hoping to grow strong enough to exact revenge upon Freeza.

What Are You Listening To?

Came up in a band group chat. Lol

music.youtube.com/watch?v=7CbySs5MlIw…

The Nova Hotel

Sooooo lookin like most everyone bailed. Anyway to bump/redux int chk?

@Girlie Go Boom

I figures I'd give it a minute. At least give EchoWolff a few days to pop back in.

In the meantime, thump the bump-bump.

Sup, its ya boi POOHEAD189

The real question that's been ignored here thus far:

How will this affect LeBron's legacy?

But in all seriousness, best of luck to you in orgnaizing the chaos.

The Nova Hotel

@EchoWolff

For Jamesson Beltran to say things had gotten weird since he had left home would have been the understatement of the century.

Since he had ventured out from his humble corner of the world, not even a month prior, "weird" had only been the tip of the iceberg. As soon as he had set foot beyond the borders of his province, he felt the odd sensation of passing through a fall of cold water; it was as though he had passed through a veil, a massive cold spot that he couldn't explain with what rationale he had; he had never felt anything quite like it before. And things only seemed to get stranger as he ventured further out along the road. It started relatively tame... a few shadows amid the trees that seemed to shift in the corner of eyes; strange lights that flew about in the night that he couldn't pin as mere fireflies; the sounds of creatures in the distance that didn't match with anything of Earthly origin that he knew of. On a few ocassions he thought he had seen something like a bug-sized human fluttering about with wings on its back, though at the time, he dismissed it as fatigue from his travels causing him to hallucinate.

Things only escalted once he finally arrived at some bastion of society. He had stopped by a small town a couple of weeks ago, only to find the locals peculiarly taken aback by his arrival. He might have thought it normal for a small town if not for the fact that he wasn't the only travelers passing through, yet was the only being eyed with suspcion; even the others wayfaring souls seemd to be dissecting him with caution and scrutiny. It was only when he bought some foot and drinks at a shop that he noticed that the people there were different. The shopkeep, otherwise human in every visible sense, had a pair of short, curved horns protruding from either side of his head. Others in the town had their own strange features, such as pointed ears like the elves from fairytales, and the short, stubby gnomes of the same origins. That afternoon had prompted a stay at a local inn, hoping that a good-night's sleep in an actual bed would ease him out of the dreamlike experience.

But that hadn't worked out so well for him; he awoke to much the same, and more. It wasn't long until he was forced to resign himself to the fact that he was in a different land, with different people. He reminded himself that there was a reason so few people left where he had come from, and just as much reason why none of the ones that did ever seemed to come back. Not that it made him any more comfortable, of course; he was committed to his venture from home though, foolish and unnerving as it was.

Even as unsettling as the brief layover had been, he couldn't be too put off by it, as it was there that he had come upon the job posting for The Nova Hotel. The Inn Keeper had even promised to send word along that Jamesson was on his way.

Now, the young man stood at the front steps leading up to The Nova. It was a massive, castle-like monolith that stood over most of the city, such that it was clearly distinguishable as a center of activity and commerce.

As he stood, stone still just outside of a large set of double doors, he looked down at the flyer, gripped tightly in his hand. Alright Jimmy. It's simple. Just walk in, ask for Cythena, and tell them you're here about the Porter position. But was it really that simple? He looked around him, seeing more and more odd types of people clamoring by him up the steps and into the hotel. He thought of the words on the flyer, which stuck out to him just as much as anything else he had experienced.

"Due to unforetold circumstances--"

That had been an uncommon way of phrasing it, Jimmy had thought when he first read it.

"The Nova Hotel in Alengras is in need of a new Porter to join its elite and illustrious staff. The position will entail assisting guests with transportation of luggage both to and from their assigned rooms, providing information and direction in navigating the corridors and grounds, and aiding Front Desk, Room Service, Cleaning, and Maintainence staff as needed. Applicant must be in prime condition to lift and move heavy loads, either physically or otherwise--"

Jimmy hadn't been sure what was meant by "otherwise."

"The ability and willingness to follow instructions is a plus, but not expected."

The last part had really left Jamesson scratching his head... but if it meant he was about to be hired on by a lenient and patient employer, who was he to argue? Besides, he couldn't say no to a job that would pay, room, and board him on site.

He took in a deep, yet apprehensive breath, and proceded up the steps.

Crossing through the doors was like passing through another veil; the same sensation of being doused in cold water reiterated itself as he entered the front lobby.

Yet it was eerily empty. For all of the people he had seen entering, there was no one around at the moment; he wondered how long he had really been standing outside stressing about his decision.

"Hellooooo! Are you lost?"

Jimmy jumped at the sound of a voice that seemed to come from nowhere, yet everywhere. He looked around himself in a full circle, but saw no one else nearby.

"Oh! Up here, silly!"

He looked up, and immediately fell to the floor. Floating upside down above him was the visage of a young woman, playfully smiling as she looked straight down at him. Seeing someone suspended in middair was shocking enough for Jimmy's mind; doubly so when he realized that he could partially see through the woman and up to the ceiling. "JESUS!" he excalimed, recoiling lower to the floor.

"Noooo." The woman pivoted downward until her feet were below her head. She waved a hand as if to say "oh you!" and chuckled. "I'm Anna," the transparent woman stated, more matter-of-factly.

"N-n-never mind who you are!" Jimmy shakily rose to his feet. "W-WHAT are you?"

The woman's gaze sharpened slightly upon him. "You're kidding, right? Pull the other one.

"No. Really." Jimmy's tone grew louder. "What are you?"

"Hmmmmm..."

The woman hovered a trio of short circles around him; he was filled with the feeling that he was being dissected like an animal in a science experiment.

"Oooh." Anna spoke after a long moment of deliberation. "I see. YOU'RE one of THOSE people. It's been a while since we've seen one of your kind.

"I'm sorry..." Jimmy grappled with his thoughts to find the right response. "What kind of person am I to you, exactly?"

"Huh" Anna fave a half-fake sigh. "Uninitiated. Unfamiliar. You're mind's eye, she poked a ghostly finger through Jimmy's head, creating a sensation akin to brain freeze until she removed it. "Is only just opening up to like OUR world... MY world. So tell me. What brings a young boy like you to these parts?"

Jimmy dusted himself off. Finally, he began gaining a fleeting sense of composure. "I'm here about a job posting." He waved the flyer in front of Anna's face. "For the Porter position. I'm looking to speak with Cythena... Voidscale. Are they around? Someone a few towns over said he'd send word about me."

"Ah. Yes. She is around. She's in her office; that's behind the front desk." Anna drifted towards the reception desk. "Follow me. I'll let her know you're here."

---

Anna didn't wait to see that the boy was following her. She simply floated through the desk and then through the door back into Cythena's office. "Hey boss. There's a straggler for work out in the lobby. He looks absolutely out of his element. I'm pretty sure he's one of THOSE humans.

"What Did They Do To Us?" - A Mysterious Supernatural Escape RP!!

So... we still doing this?