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The Donut ([personal profile] uwee_hee_hee) wrote in [personal profile] revisionmods 2014-04-01 04:02 pm (UTC)

Part 2

ONLINE;
PC Name: Zaiten
Race: Ya Tribe Beast
Class: Tribal Grappler
Appearance: A tall, hulking individual with tiger-like features, namely the tail, ears and eyes, and fingers ending in claws. Gear equipped upon him is skinned in the 'bancho' style, from the jacket slung over his shoulders and loose pants to the hand-wraps to guard his knuckles while punching. A band is tied around his head, a stripe of color across his forehead, a contrast to the countless stripe-like tattoos that adorn his arms and down his body, connecting with the stripes on his tail. An extremely unapproachable-looking creature.
Other: Down the line, as Kanji finds cutesy little decorative items in his adventures, Zaiten will start wearing small ducky charms or even tuck a little teddy bear in his pocket whether it gives him stat boosts or not.


SAMPLES;
First Person: A particularly awful day in Kanji's life.

Third Person:

Why the hell hadn't he left Mac Anu sooner!? The fields were like a whole new world to him, yet in some respects they were similar to his life offline. Well, sans monsters. Not far outside of town, the grappler met his first opponent. It was small and actually kinda cute, but it still pawed the ground and looked to him for a fight before throwing its weight into a charge.

A fight, huh? Got it! He gestured it closer before his hands tightened into fists. He'll get the basics down eventually. This freaking class was made for him. Good ol' brawler.

He stepped left into the monster's path and put his upper body into the punch, a kiai sharp in his throat. Against his knuckles he felt the impact, then the shock of all the build up energy from that charge. Planting his feet, he pushed against it, and sent his punch on the follow-through. Hurling the monster airborne, and jumped after it. His fists were a blur as he activated a Rapid Attack of kicks and punches, knuckles striking soft fur and skin beneath, striking a sturdy head as the grappler knocked it silly. Damn... if only he could pull off this sort of thing in real life! He only had to practice, right?

The monster never stood a chance, but he would learn later that it was newbie fodder to begin with. It burst into data before it even hit the dirt after a final solid kick to the face, and Zaiten landed neatly on his feet, pounding both fists together. His heart was pounding; this was pretty damn exciting! No wonder so many people played this game!

...Oh, whoops, he had to grab the loot before someone else did. Money meant food, fist weapons and cool upgrades! Right? As he stooped and gathered the spoils, he had to wonder how much more fun it'd be with other people. He paused, frowning. Damn it, he'd only been playing ten minutes and he was thinking about the Investigation Team again.

He had to stop doing that. The team was done. It was over, and there was nothing he could do about it.

But he could miss them just a little, right?

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