Post by Hiro on Jun 28, 2008 0:17:41 GMT -5
Name: Tsufuru Otagi
Race:Human
Current Planet: Earth
Sex: Male
Age:18
Aura color: Light blue
Description: Tsufuru is short of stature, standing at only 5' 5" and weighing just over 140 pounds, nevertheless he is a strong little fighter.
His head is almost always shaved and he wears a white tank top on his chest. At some point, he can be seend wearing a tight leather jacket over top. He wears slightly baggy jeans and lighly tanned work boots on his feet. When he trains, he wears a black tunic, with a white belt tied around his waist and black baggy pants, but keeps the work boots not matter what.
Attacks:
2 Point Strike- Tsufuru aims at any two points at the oppenents body, and charges in, throwing the punches, then quickly leaps back.
Fury of the Haymaker- Tsufuru unleashes a burst of haymaker punchs (basicly strong hooks.) onto the body of his opennent in hopes of crippling them.
Bio: (Everyone has a history, One paragragh min.)
Tsufuru was a exceptionally troublesome teenager. He was brought home bypolice on more than one occasion and was a regular at the station. He has spent many nights behind bars, but recently after being finally brought down to Earth by his father's dieing words.... he has made a change of heart.
2 years have passed since Mr. Otagi has moved on, and Tsufuru has given back to the city 3 fold making himself not only a better person, but also giving him a reputation. The gangs he was in now despise him as he had taken what they had stolen and returned it to their rightful owners.
Tsufuru is looking for something more... something called 'ki'. He read of it once in a book and it looking for this mysterious energy. Is it real?
Alignment: (Good, Neutral, or Evil): Good
A humid summer air whipped through West City, and Oolong was enjoying the sites, walking past women and getting the ultimate view at their... well... you know. That was one advantage of being of short stature. Anyway, Oolong was on his way to his favorite pub and sports bar to sit around and mope as he usually did. Sure, he could do it at home, but the smoke of the ciggarettes and the loud laughs of the drunk helped bring him back down to Earth. Especially with Al's special brewed beer in hand.
He continued on, adjusting his olive beret on his head to help release some of the warm air that roasted his cranuim. "Sure is hot out here." He grunted wiping the sweat from his brow. Finally, he turned the corner and a rustic looking shack was sitting in between two towering buildings. It was a wonder how it stayed open. Nonetheless, the pink skinned animal walked into the bar, waving at Al. "Al, hows it going buddy?" He asked cheerily finding his special barstool with three steps on the back. He plopped onto the high stool and leaned forward.
"Regular?" Al asked bluntly turning around already pouring his mug of frothing beer.
Oolong didn't even answer, he just took the mug that sat waiting for his lips on the highly polished wooden barcounter. "So, Al, whats been going on?" The pig asked snorting in joy as the tastefull beer entered his mouth. He slammed the mug down and sighed loudly. "You can beat the original taste of a Blackenheimers.' He said with a nostalgic grin.
Al nodded taking a sip from his mug also. "Cheers?" he asked raising his mug.
"Cheers." Oolong agreed stretching with great effort to tap his half-full mug. "West City is starting to loose it's pep." Oolong said looking at the hanging T.V. that was showing the West City Demons getting pulverized by the North City Stars.
Al chuckled. "Wait till next year."
"Yeah yeah, wait till next year. Thats what all you homeboys say." Oolong said laughing at his own joke. He finished off his Blackenheimer's and exited the bar. Capsule Corp loomed just across the street and Oolong started down the alley to the right, ready to head home.
Slowly, Oolong continued towards his secret box palace just a few blocks away. He licked his lips finishing off the remaining beer. "Wait a second... why am I walking?" He asked himself slapping his forehead. "I'm out of it today." he grumbled he jumped into the air. "Transform!" he whispered beneath his breath and transformed into a pigeon to return to his box palace.
He saw the magnificant structure and landed on top. I've got to remember to patch up this soggy cardboard. Oolong thought trying to not hop onto the flimsy cardboard. he slipped into his spacious room through a circular hole in the celing and sat down on his couch cushion seat. Any second now... the ittle pig thought flapping his wings impatiently.
POOF
He returned to his pig state and stook his head. "Ah, there we go." He said rubbing his eyes. Alright, lets see whats on T.V." He said shuffling over to his 8" television and jiggled the antenae until it finally reduced the static enough to watch and listen. "Blast! I got the news channel!" the swine swore as he curled up on his ratty old velvet couch cushion. "I don't think I can pick up anything else." Suddenly, he got up, enraged that there was a knock on his palace doors.
Oolong sighed and hurried down the steps, pushing the flimsy cardboard boxes open. A young blue kitten stood in it's wake. "Hey Oolong." He said cheerly.
Oolong grit his teeth. "GO AWAY PUAR! YOU WISH YOU COULD BE ME!" Oolong screamed punting the cat out of the alley. He slammed the door and stomped off. "People think this place is a hotel..." He said ascending the steps, two at a time. "Well I've got news for ya.... IT'S NOT!!" He yelled out his window in Puar's direction.
"Good riddence." he sighed takign his place back on the couch.
[Yeah, I play Oolong.]
Race:Human
Current Planet: Earth
Sex: Male
Age:18
Aura color: Light blue
Description: Tsufuru is short of stature, standing at only 5' 5" and weighing just over 140 pounds, nevertheless he is a strong little fighter.
His head is almost always shaved and he wears a white tank top on his chest. At some point, he can be seend wearing a tight leather jacket over top. He wears slightly baggy jeans and lighly tanned work boots on his feet. When he trains, he wears a black tunic, with a white belt tied around his waist and black baggy pants, but keeps the work boots not matter what.
Attacks:
2 Point Strike- Tsufuru aims at any two points at the oppenents body, and charges in, throwing the punches, then quickly leaps back.
Fury of the Haymaker- Tsufuru unleashes a burst of haymaker punchs (basicly strong hooks.) onto the body of his opennent in hopes of crippling them.
Bio: (Everyone has a history, One paragragh min.)
Tsufuru was a exceptionally troublesome teenager. He was brought home bypolice on more than one occasion and was a regular at the station. He has spent many nights behind bars, but recently after being finally brought down to Earth by his father's dieing words.... he has made a change of heart.
2 years have passed since Mr. Otagi has moved on, and Tsufuru has given back to the city 3 fold making himself not only a better person, but also giving him a reputation. The gangs he was in now despise him as he had taken what they had stolen and returned it to their rightful owners.
Tsufuru is looking for something more... something called 'ki'. He read of it once in a book and it looking for this mysterious energy. Is it real?
Alignment: (Good, Neutral, or Evil): Good
A humid summer air whipped through West City, and Oolong was enjoying the sites, walking past women and getting the ultimate view at their... well... you know. That was one advantage of being of short stature. Anyway, Oolong was on his way to his favorite pub and sports bar to sit around and mope as he usually did. Sure, he could do it at home, but the smoke of the ciggarettes and the loud laughs of the drunk helped bring him back down to Earth. Especially with Al's special brewed beer in hand.
He continued on, adjusting his olive beret on his head to help release some of the warm air that roasted his cranuim. "Sure is hot out here." He grunted wiping the sweat from his brow. Finally, he turned the corner and a rustic looking shack was sitting in between two towering buildings. It was a wonder how it stayed open. Nonetheless, the pink skinned animal walked into the bar, waving at Al. "Al, hows it going buddy?" He asked cheerily finding his special barstool with three steps on the back. He plopped onto the high stool and leaned forward.
"Regular?" Al asked bluntly turning around already pouring his mug of frothing beer.
Oolong didn't even answer, he just took the mug that sat waiting for his lips on the highly polished wooden barcounter. "So, Al, whats been going on?" The pig asked snorting in joy as the tastefull beer entered his mouth. He slammed the mug down and sighed loudly. "You can beat the original taste of a Blackenheimers.' He said with a nostalgic grin.
Al nodded taking a sip from his mug also. "Cheers?" he asked raising his mug.
"Cheers." Oolong agreed stretching with great effort to tap his half-full mug. "West City is starting to loose it's pep." Oolong said looking at the hanging T.V. that was showing the West City Demons getting pulverized by the North City Stars.
Al chuckled. "Wait till next year."
"Yeah yeah, wait till next year. Thats what all you homeboys say." Oolong said laughing at his own joke. He finished off his Blackenheimer's and exited the bar. Capsule Corp loomed just across the street and Oolong started down the alley to the right, ready to head home.
Slowly, Oolong continued towards his secret box palace just a few blocks away. He licked his lips finishing off the remaining beer. "Wait a second... why am I walking?" He asked himself slapping his forehead. "I'm out of it today." he grumbled he jumped into the air. "Transform!" he whispered beneath his breath and transformed into a pigeon to return to his box palace.
He saw the magnificant structure and landed on top. I've got to remember to patch up this soggy cardboard. Oolong thought trying to not hop onto the flimsy cardboard. he slipped into his spacious room through a circular hole in the celing and sat down on his couch cushion seat. Any second now... the ittle pig thought flapping his wings impatiently.
POOF
He returned to his pig state and stook his head. "Ah, there we go." He said rubbing his eyes. Alright, lets see whats on T.V." He said shuffling over to his 8" television and jiggled the antenae until it finally reduced the static enough to watch and listen. "Blast! I got the news channel!" the swine swore as he curled up on his ratty old velvet couch cushion. "I don't think I can pick up anything else." Suddenly, he got up, enraged that there was a knock on his palace doors.
Oolong sighed and hurried down the steps, pushing the flimsy cardboard boxes open. A young blue kitten stood in it's wake. "Hey Oolong." He said cheerly.
Oolong grit his teeth. "GO AWAY PUAR! YOU WISH YOU COULD BE ME!" Oolong screamed punting the cat out of the alley. He slammed the door and stomped off. "People think this place is a hotel..." He said ascending the steps, two at a time. "Well I've got news for ya.... IT'S NOT!!" He yelled out his window in Puar's direction.
"Good riddence." he sighed takign his place back on the couch.
[Yeah, I play Oolong.]
