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Open DBZ-The Endless Battle

Black Yoshi

Black Yoshi

look at that PUNGENT KILLSTICK.
((Okay, I'm not expecting anyone to join, but this is worth a shot.))
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Thousands of years have gone by without any large disturbances. The occasional robbery or homocide has occured, but otherwise... Nothing. Despite that, Z-Fighters still exist, although now they are more of cops than Z-Fighters. It is believed that Sayain blood has been to thinly spread to make any difference. And maybe it has been. Or maybe it hasn't. Going back on subject, there's something not right. Nobody's sure what it is, but everyone feels it. Now, are you ready to take on the challenge?
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Primary Objective: Unknown at the moment.
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Rules:
-Little or no swearing
-Absolutly NO chatspeak(1337 Speak) Ever!!!!
-Have an idea for a villan? PM me with the form I'll give you, along with a plot idea.
-ALL plots need my approval
-Relationships are allowed, but please, no making out or anything. (Get the approval of the other person and give me proof of the relationship)
-Put a link to the main site in your form to prove you read this
-Have fun, and don't be a grammar natzi! M'Kay?
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Forms:
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Saiyan Form:
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Earthling Name:
Sayain Name:(Optional, but if you don't fill this part out, don't erase/delete it!)
Description:(Be sure to include if you have a tail, or if you carry items like knife, pack, etc.)
Age:(Can range from 13 to 55)
Personality:(Optional)
Bio:(Optional)
Relationship request:(Optional)
Other:(Anything else?)
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Namekian Form:
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Name: (Duh)
Description: (Duh)
Age:
Personality:(Optional)
Bio:(Optional)
Relationship request:(Optional)
Other:(Anything else?)
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Earthling Form:
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Name:(Duh)
Description:(Duh)
Age:
Personality:(Optional)
Home:(West City, Northern Capital, etc.)
Bio:(Optional)
Relationship request:(Optional)
Other:(Anything else?)
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Yeah, they're not that different, but I don't feel like thinking of a ton of differnt options for the forms.
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My Form:
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Earthling Name:Maraxus
Sayain Name:Unknown
Description:Maraxus no longer has his tail, so he appears perfectly human. Except that at one point he learned of his saiyan heritage, and now wears saiyan armor like that of Vegeta's during the andriod saga, except he wears black in place of blue. His hair is jet-black, and it's styled like Timmy Turner's, from the Fairly Odd Parents, except he has two or three more spikes. His skin is fairly tanned. He's about five feet, and seven inches tall.
Age:24
Personality: Maraxus is generally cheery, but when he gets down, he goes down a long ways. He doesn't care to lose a fight, due to his Saiyan heritage, and he spends most of his time training hard and making pitiful attempts at dancing. There's more to him, but it'll be played out.
Bio:As we all know, saiyans who were 'low class' were catapulted into space. Well, up until Planet Vegeta was destroyed, this happened every day. Many saiyans, as fate would have it, encoutered eachother. Before long, a whole new planet belonged to the 'low class warriors'. Eventually, a mysterious force snuffed them out in the south galaxy. Maraxus' parents were able to get him out, and he strayed north until he landed on Earth. There he was raised, to be the way he is. Specifically, he was rasied on the outskirts of West city.
Relationship request:I'm the owner, I don't need to fill this out!
Other:I'm the owner, I shouldn't have to fill this out, excpet for what I'm doing now.:p
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Relationships:
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Angelo and Maraxus-Rivals
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Members:
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-Black Yoshi 99/Maraxus/Saiyan(Look above for the form)
-Nimler/Gerin/Human
-Midnight/Angelo Silver/Saiyan
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Extra info: After we finish a 'saga', we'll have to wait for someone to think of another villan. Then another saga will begin. Whoever makes the villan gets to choose who controls the villan, if they have minions, who destroys the villan etc.
 
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I reserve a spot~ And also...

GET IT TOGETHER!
plot should be seperate from everything else.
Form should be seperate.
Rules should be sepeate.
Your form should be seperate.
 
...No offence, but can you expect anyone to be able to read that? You need to use enter more, to separate different parts of the information, as well as each field of the form.
 
PEOPLE!!!! Listen, or rather, read. My computor is being so stupid. Okay? I've used enter a LOT on that, and my computor put it all together like that when I hit submit! My computor is being so retarded, okay? It's not my fault. I REALLY want to fix it. I'll keep trying, but I don't think it'll work.
EDIT:Never mind.
 
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Name:Gerin Fredricks
Description:While only 5'6 He makes up for it with his large muscular build. Despite his size his is quite fast. What few Kai blasts he knows he practices constantly, He is skilled in hand to hand combat.
Age:22
Personality:Cocky and serious he sometimes cracks a joke.
Home:Orange city
Bio:Born and raised in Orange city, his blonde cocasin didn't go well living in downtown Orange city. He is always trying to find peace and quite.
Relationship request:
Other:Looky!
 
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Hm. Midnight, you're accepted. By the way, Nimler came up with an idea for our first villan. It's awesome. I'll draw it up, scan it, and show it to you ASAP.
 
Ok. And if anyone else posts without a last name i will go on a rant that will obliterate the logic of not having a last name.
 
Wel my Char doesn't have a last name, since his parents lived on a distant planet, and he knows that, so he says he doesn't have a last name.
 
Okay, I think I'm just going to start now. No more people want to join, anyway, I think. People can join, but they'll have to be initiated into the Z-Fighters. So.... Yeah. Now, all messages in this form will be as displayed. ((OOC:Yadayadayada.)) Or something like that.
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Maraxus stared at a cloud as it drifted by the lookout. He thought back to ten years ago. The kid. He had wanted to be a Z-Fighter, and Maraxus pitied him. He was tall for his age, fast, but he lacked the physical ability to shatter a pebble. At the time, Maraxus had been learning, and had no say in the desision. Over the years, Maraxus had watched the kid's anger with some interest. He had become an incredibly strong martial artist. While he still had the appearence of a skinny toothpick, he shattered boulders the size of houses without trying. All he had to do was learn how to use his energy so he could fly and blast his opponents. Maraxus turned from the cloud and walked over to the small building of the lookout. Suddenly turning, he shot straight at the cloud, and left a gaping hole in the cloud. Laughing to himself, he turned and zipped around the lookout, and flew up to Korin's Tower.
 
Gerin stood in Orange city. He was simply walking to pass the time. He wanted to find an oppenant. Despite his small size he was quite powerful.
 
Maraxus shot away from Korin tower, passing in front of a plane, towards Orange City. He had to get ahold of Gerin before he headed to the World Tournament. He didn't have a clue where Angelo was, but Angelo was probably fine wherver he was. Once he was directly above Gerin, he shot straight down and landed with a crash in front of Gerin, laughing. "Hurry up, the World Tournament's not going to wait for you!" Maraxus, as it happened was getting plenty of stares. He wasn't wwearing his armor today. The rules wouldn't allow him to wear protective clothing of any kind. But, nontheless, people were freaked out by his sudden appearence. One guy even fainted.
 
Okay lets go." Without warning Gerin took off. He sped south and passed many planes . After roughly an hour of not looking back he landed on the small island of the world tournament.
 
When Gerin took off, Maraxus thought of it as a joke. "OI!!! Where do you think you're going without ME?!" He shot into the sky after Gerin, following him all the way. When they landed at the World Tournament, Maraxus rushed over to the entry line. He watched as each person ahead of him punched the scale, and were either accepted or rejected. This should be easy...
 
Gerin stuck his head out of line several people ahead of Maraxus. "Beat ya." It was quickly his turn to puch the machine. He punched it just hard enough to register. He was agianst a guy named Mikilen. He had never heard of him.
 
Maraxus muttered to himself. He looked behind him, expecting to see a long line. He was last in line. He could hear the Junior tournament finals taking place. When it was finally his turn, Maraxus decided that, being the last person in line, he should punch as hard as possible. Then he remembered that he didn't know where Angelo was. So he punched it half as hard as possible. He was going to fight some average guy who had learned martial arts. Nothing special, sadly enough. Not only that, but he was the last to fight in the 1st round, unless Angelo showed up. As it was, theere was a man who requested his opponent was undecided until the last minute. He happened to be rich, so he got just what he wanted. Maraxussmiled as he thought of standing in the middle of the ring, holding his prize in the air proudly. How dramatic!
 
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