Post by Afro Samurai on Apr 22, 2011 3:46:23 GMT -5
Name: Afro Samurai
Age: 44
Race: Human
Class: The Number 1: Wearer of the number 1 headband.
A legend? Look two ancient headbands. Number One and Number Two. If you have the Number One you're like a God. Nobody can touch you, except he who wears Number Two. The trouble with that is, that anyone in the world can challenge him. The life of Number Two: constant combat, but ultimately the path a warrior should take and the reward is to become a God.
Affiliation: Independent
Guardian Force:
Weapon:
Ancient Reforged Sword.
Abilities: Afro Samurai has two stances *fighting styles* he uses. A dual mode where he uses both his sword and its sheath and a Dual Grip mode where he wields just one sword.
Active Modes
At least one of Afro's stances is always active
Dual Mode:
Afro Samurai wields both his sword and sheath as weapons. This fighting style gives Afro an insane boost of speed, but his attack goes down slightly. He uses the sheath to block most attacks and tends to jump around a lot more.
Dual Grip:
Afro grips his sword with both hands. This increases his attack tenfold, but his speed goes down slightly. Afro will stay on the ground a lot more and not move around as much when in this mode.
Passive Abilities
Over time Afro has learned to master his blade and with it himself giving him a few Passive Abilities
Skill:
Due to Afro's natural ability with the sword he has the ability to block and dodge most attacks. he is also able to execute seemingly impossible sword strikes
Experience:
After years and years of experience with the blade and fighting in general, Afro has learned to anticipate most enemies attacks.
Ninjitsu:
Afro is able to jump extremely high and survive insanely long falls due to the fact that he is somewhat of a ninja
Sword Combos
Afro has a few special sword combos that require him to use the fullest extent of his abilities
Limit Breaks:
The Number 1
Afro dons the Number one headband for a short time giving him the Godlike attack and speed that the Number One is required to have in order to remain the Number One. Forces him to constantly use the Dual Mode stance. Requires the Number Two limit Break to already have been used once. Lasts 10 posts
The Number 2
Afro dons the Number Two headband, returning him to the days of his youth and giving him a huge boost to his attack and speed, but forcing him to constantly use his Dual Grip stance. Must be used before using the Number One limit break. Lasts 10 posts
Revenge
Appearance:
Personality: (What kind of person is your character?)
Biography: (What is your character's story?)
RP Sample: Tap tap tap tap splash tap tap these were the sounds of a young runners feet as he ran through the town.
"Yo yo yo! Freakin news just in" He yelled as he burst through the doors of a nearby bar.
A few of the men inside the bar looked at the runner as a few, "Whats'" could be heard.
The waitress at the front of the bar slowly looked up from the glass she was cleaning. "Easy kid. What's the problem?" She said in a bored voice.
Gasping for air the kid replied. "Ha... ha..... ha...... He's here he's here!" While pointing back towards the doors.
A few people in the crowd began to gasp and laugh at the kid until they were silenced by a loud voice. "What the hell are you talking about punk!?"
"Ain't no doubt about it man" The runner started again, but couldn't seem to finish his statement.
Suddenly the waitress slammed a glass of water on the counter. "Here drink up" she said.
A few minutes later, after the kid had drank his fill he finally began to explain the situation. "He had this afro hairdo, y'know what I'm sayin!? Wit a kinda greenish tint to it if you looked real close and he was wearin this fricken headband, with the number 2 stamped high across his fricken forehead."
"Did you say afro hairdo, greenish tint?" A swordsman from within the crowd interrupted
"A headband with the number 2 written across it?" Another swordsman standing just behind the first spoke
"Make no mistake, that's him. That's the Number 2, the Afro Samurai" yet another swordsman, this time one leaning against a wall spoke out, just before taking a bite out of some beef jerky
"The.... Afro Samurai?" A noble from within the crowd spoke with hint of fear in his voice. "The one who cut down the assassins of the western guild?"
"Th'the number 2, swordsman of the world?" A fat noble spoke out in trembling voice
"H'he's cold blooded. He killed the brothers of Asura on only five moves" Another noble said
"..... You don't think twice about crossing swords with that guy...." An old man on the other side of the bar said
"What a bunch of sissies!! Screw that you cowards!!" One of the swordsmen from before suddenly yelled out. "You guys just watch while I take that number 2 headband!"
"That's all bullshit!!" Another swordsman interrupted. "You assholes just watch! I'm gonna take him out!"
Suddenly a whole bunch of swordsmen jumped out of their chairs and started yelling at each other, trying to decided who would take down The Afro Samurai.
"All y'all just shut up!!" A great spear man yelled out, silencing all other voices. "Cuz' while you talk and talk and talk my spear'll be splitting his head in half! Just like this!" As he yelled that he suddenly swung his spear down right in front of another swordsman.
"Whoa whoa, hey man!" The swordsman yelled while taking a few steps back. "Get that rusty piece of junk out of my face man!" He yelled while drawing his sword.
The tension in the room began to build as all of the swordsmen got ready to fight each other. Meanwhile in an emptier corner of the room, nest to the bar. A lone crossbowman was sitting in a chair eating his food; keeping well out of the way of the blade weilders. "Ma'am?" He finally said as the waitress walked past him.
"Yeah?" She replied while looking up into his face.
"Why is everyone after this... Afro Samurai?"
"You don't know? You really must be from out of town. We got ourselves a legend around here."
"A legend?"
"Look two ancient headbands. Number One and Number Two. If you have the Number One you're like a God. Nobody can touch you, except he who wears Number Two. The trouble with that is-"
"The trouble with that is" The bowman cut in. "That anyone in the world can challenge him."
"Oh? Hahahahaha" The waitress chuckled "Hmmmm.... oh boy, your interested?"
"The life of Number Two: constant combat, but ultimately the path a warrior should take and the reward is to become a God."
"Yep, they say the number one waits at the top of mount Shu-Mi. You can't miss it. It's got like two huge hand-like things"
Suddenly there was huge crash from over in the middle of the room. "Grar! Get out of my way!!" A giant of a man suddenly yelled while standing over the body of an unconscious swordsman
"Take it easy mack! You ain't the only one here who thinks he can take him." A bald and considerably shorter swordsman said, while walking towards the giant. Without warning the giant suddenly punched the bald swordsman in face, knocking him across the room and into a few other people. "Agh! He punched my eyes in!!" The swordsman yelled while grasping his face.
"Freakin son of a-" A short swordsman yelled while placing his blade to the giant's neck "You warmed up yet?"
"Hey hey! You wanna fight?! Take it outside!!" The waitress yelled, trying to stop the impending brawl.
Just then two footsteps could be heard just outside the door to the bar. Without a moments pause the door creaked open as a tall black man with huge afro walked in. He walked right between the swordsman and the giant without even glancing at them and right up to the bar. "Lemonade, ice cold" He said in a dark voice
"Comin right up. 2.50 please" The waitress replied while walking to the back to prepare the drink.
Every swordsman in the entire bar gasped. "Lemonade..." The kid from before said in a mocking tone before one of the swordsman shut him up.
"Well look who we've got ourselves here." The giant turned and said.
"Here you are" The waitress said while returning with the lemonade. "Lemonade."
As Afro reached for it the glass suddenly shattered as a huge hand appeared where it just was. "Drink that... boy" The giant said. Afro raised up a single finger.
"Another one?" The waitress asked.
Afro then pointed directly at the giant.
"On... his tab?"
"Rrrrrrragh!!" The giant yelled while rushing up to punch Afro. The giant pulled back and launched his arm forward. Seconds before he made contact, Afro reached out his long muscled arm and caught the giant's hand. From there he easily knocked the giant back through the air and through one of the walls of the bar.
The people in the bar gasped as they saw the giant's head go through the wall of the bar.
"Here you are. Another one" The waitress said while bringing another lemonade to the counter. "But that's gonna cost a little more than 2.50, and I think that guy's tab, just ran out."
Without a word Afro looked at the other people in the bar. Many of the swordsmen flinched, before completely emptying all of their pockets of all valuables. Afro slowly pulled a pink and yellow straw with a medallion from his shirt pocket.
"That's very cool" The waitress commented
Afro stuck the straw in the lemonade and quickly drained it. "Oyishi, refreshing" He said while leaning back slightly and letting a small smile jump to his face.
"Good... you'll need it" The waitress said "you've still got a long way to go number 2."
Age: 44
Race: Human
Class: The Number 1: Wearer of the number 1 headband.
A legend? Look two ancient headbands. Number One and Number Two. If you have the Number One you're like a God. Nobody can touch you, except he who wears Number Two. The trouble with that is, that anyone in the world can challenge him. The life of Number Two: constant combat, but ultimately the path a warrior should take and the reward is to become a God.
Affiliation: Independent
Guardian Force:
Weapon:
Ancient Reforged Sword.
Abilities: Afro Samurai has two stances *fighting styles* he uses. A dual mode where he uses both his sword and its sheath and a Dual Grip mode where he wields just one sword.
Active Modes
At least one of Afro's stances is always active
Dual Mode:
Afro Samurai wields both his sword and sheath as weapons. This fighting style gives Afro an insane boost of speed, but his attack goes down slightly. He uses the sheath to block most attacks and tends to jump around a lot more.
Dual Grip:
Afro grips his sword with both hands. This increases his attack tenfold, but his speed goes down slightly. Afro will stay on the ground a lot more and not move around as much when in this mode.
Passive Abilities
Over time Afro has learned to master his blade and with it himself giving him a few Passive Abilities
Skill:
Due to Afro's natural ability with the sword he has the ability to block and dodge most attacks. he is also able to execute seemingly impossible sword strikes
Experience:
After years and years of experience with the blade and fighting in general, Afro has learned to anticipate most enemies attacks.
Ninjitsu:
Afro is able to jump extremely high and survive insanely long falls due to the fact that he is somewhat of a ninja
Sword Combos
Afro has a few special sword combos that require him to use the fullest extent of his abilities
Limit Breaks:
The Number 1
Afro dons the Number one headband for a short time giving him the Godlike attack and speed that the Number One is required to have in order to remain the Number One. Forces him to constantly use the Dual Mode stance. Requires the Number Two limit Break to already have been used once. Lasts 10 posts
The Number 2
Afro dons the Number Two headband, returning him to the days of his youth and giving him a huge boost to his attack and speed, but forcing him to constantly use his Dual Grip stance. Must be used before using the Number One limit break. Lasts 10 posts
Revenge
Appearance:
Personality: (What kind of person is your character?)
Biography: (What is your character's story?)
RP Sample: Tap tap tap tap splash tap tap these were the sounds of a young runners feet as he ran through the town.
"Yo yo yo! Freakin news just in" He yelled as he burst through the doors of a nearby bar.
A few of the men inside the bar looked at the runner as a few, "Whats'" could be heard.
The waitress at the front of the bar slowly looked up from the glass she was cleaning. "Easy kid. What's the problem?" She said in a bored voice.
Gasping for air the kid replied. "Ha... ha..... ha...... He's here he's here!" While pointing back towards the doors.
A few people in the crowd began to gasp and laugh at the kid until they were silenced by a loud voice. "What the hell are you talking about punk!?"
"Ain't no doubt about it man" The runner started again, but couldn't seem to finish his statement.
Suddenly the waitress slammed a glass of water on the counter. "Here drink up" she said.
A few minutes later, after the kid had drank his fill he finally began to explain the situation. "He had this afro hairdo, y'know what I'm sayin!? Wit a kinda greenish tint to it if you looked real close and he was wearin this fricken headband, with the number 2 stamped high across his fricken forehead."
"Did you say afro hairdo, greenish tint?" A swordsman from within the crowd interrupted
"A headband with the number 2 written across it?" Another swordsman standing just behind the first spoke
"Make no mistake, that's him. That's the Number 2, the Afro Samurai" yet another swordsman, this time one leaning against a wall spoke out, just before taking a bite out of some beef jerky
"The.... Afro Samurai?" A noble from within the crowd spoke with hint of fear in his voice. "The one who cut down the assassins of the western guild?"
"Th'the number 2, swordsman of the world?" A fat noble spoke out in trembling voice
"H'he's cold blooded. He killed the brothers of Asura on only five moves" Another noble said
"..... You don't think twice about crossing swords with that guy...." An old man on the other side of the bar said
"What a bunch of sissies!! Screw that you cowards!!" One of the swordsmen from before suddenly yelled out. "You guys just watch while I take that number 2 headband!"
"That's all bullshit!!" Another swordsman interrupted. "You assholes just watch! I'm gonna take him out!"
Suddenly a whole bunch of swordsmen jumped out of their chairs and started yelling at each other, trying to decided who would take down The Afro Samurai.
"All y'all just shut up!!" A great spear man yelled out, silencing all other voices. "Cuz' while you talk and talk and talk my spear'll be splitting his head in half! Just like this!" As he yelled that he suddenly swung his spear down right in front of another swordsman.
"Whoa whoa, hey man!" The swordsman yelled while taking a few steps back. "Get that rusty piece of junk out of my face man!" He yelled while drawing his sword.
The tension in the room began to build as all of the swordsmen got ready to fight each other. Meanwhile in an emptier corner of the room, nest to the bar. A lone crossbowman was sitting in a chair eating his food; keeping well out of the way of the blade weilders. "Ma'am?" He finally said as the waitress walked past him.
"Yeah?" She replied while looking up into his face.
"Why is everyone after this... Afro Samurai?"
"You don't know? You really must be from out of town. We got ourselves a legend around here."
"A legend?"
"Look two ancient headbands. Number One and Number Two. If you have the Number One you're like a God. Nobody can touch you, except he who wears Number Two. The trouble with that is-"
"The trouble with that is" The bowman cut in. "That anyone in the world can challenge him."
"Oh? Hahahahaha" The waitress chuckled "Hmmmm.... oh boy, your interested?"
"The life of Number Two: constant combat, but ultimately the path a warrior should take and the reward is to become a God."
"Yep, they say the number one waits at the top of mount Shu-Mi. You can't miss it. It's got like two huge hand-like things"
Suddenly there was huge crash from over in the middle of the room. "Grar! Get out of my way!!" A giant of a man suddenly yelled while standing over the body of an unconscious swordsman
"Take it easy mack! You ain't the only one here who thinks he can take him." A bald and considerably shorter swordsman said, while walking towards the giant. Without warning the giant suddenly punched the bald swordsman in face, knocking him across the room and into a few other people. "Agh! He punched my eyes in!!" The swordsman yelled while grasping his face.
"Freakin son of a-" A short swordsman yelled while placing his blade to the giant's neck "You warmed up yet?"
"Hey hey! You wanna fight?! Take it outside!!" The waitress yelled, trying to stop the impending brawl.
Just then two footsteps could be heard just outside the door to the bar. Without a moments pause the door creaked open as a tall black man with huge afro walked in. He walked right between the swordsman and the giant without even glancing at them and right up to the bar. "Lemonade, ice cold" He said in a dark voice
"Comin right up. 2.50 please" The waitress replied while walking to the back to prepare the drink.
Every swordsman in the entire bar gasped. "Lemonade..." The kid from before said in a mocking tone before one of the swordsman shut him up.
"Well look who we've got ourselves here." The giant turned and said.
"Here you are" The waitress said while returning with the lemonade. "Lemonade."
As Afro reached for it the glass suddenly shattered as a huge hand appeared where it just was. "Drink that... boy" The giant said. Afro raised up a single finger.
"Another one?" The waitress asked.
Afro then pointed directly at the giant.
"On... his tab?"
"Rrrrrrragh!!" The giant yelled while rushing up to punch Afro. The giant pulled back and launched his arm forward. Seconds before he made contact, Afro reached out his long muscled arm and caught the giant's hand. From there he easily knocked the giant back through the air and through one of the walls of the bar.
The people in the bar gasped as they saw the giant's head go through the wall of the bar.
"Here you are. Another one" The waitress said while bringing another lemonade to the counter. "But that's gonna cost a little more than 2.50, and I think that guy's tab, just ran out."
Without a word Afro looked at the other people in the bar. Many of the swordsmen flinched, before completely emptying all of their pockets of all valuables. Afro slowly pulled a pink and yellow straw with a medallion from his shirt pocket.
"That's very cool" The waitress commented
Afro stuck the straw in the lemonade and quickly drained it. "Oyishi, refreshing" He said while leaning back slightly and letting a small smile jump to his face.
"Good... you'll need it" The waitress said "you've still got a long way to go number 2."
