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Post by Callion on Dec 14, 2016 4:16:43 GMT
(Thread PL: 41,604) (Weighted PL[Heavy Weights]: 10,401) (Current PL: 5 [Ki Supression]) (Tag: Beryl Roarke )
The Bamboo Forest looked lovely in the winter, though the spring was where the verdant area was truly aglow with beauty. Its towering stalks of bamboo gently deflected the slowly falling flakes of snow and swayed in the occasional cold breeze. The sky above was gray with clouds though a certain faint circle of light bled through the overcast. A soft sort of metronome-like crunching could be heard amongst the silence of the forest, as a young man walked along the lightly obscured road. The young man in question was dressed a bit oddly for the weather around him. Black rimmed spectacles constantly slid down the bridge of his nose, only to be pushed back up by the man, with no visible frustration. His lenses were fogged by the cold air, though it didn't seem to impair the man's visions. On his upper body wore a black sleeveless gi and a short sleeved red undershirt. On his right shoulder and thumping against his hip with each step he took was a bulging black gym bag. On his back was a four-foot long sword, hilt in all in a simple crimson red sheath. On each wrist was some sort of black wrist band, that seemd to be made of a mixture of plastic and cloth. On the insides of these wristbands was a button. On his lower body, he wore pants that matched the color and fabric of his gi, along with a thick red waistband tied around his waist, with its two strings dangling at and area between his crotch and knees. He also wore red boots with black laces tied into neat little bows. His footprints were patterned behind him as he stepped with no care for disturbing the white snow beneath his larger than average feet. The man had tanned skin, and serious eyes, though the pupils betrayed a certain depth and warmth. His face looked hard as if he had seen a lot, although one could easily tell how young he was from the lack of lines or wrinkles. A faint line was seen going down his right cheek stopping before it reached his chin. His hair was flat against his head and speckled with snowflakes that stuck to the gel he used to keep it flat. The man was tall, a little over six feet and his body was well muscled, though he carried himself with a certain grace about him. The man was a Saiyan, although one couldn't tell from looking at him. His hair wasn't spiky in the least, and his shaggy brown tail was currently sitting in place inside of his waistband. The man, whose name was Callion was enjoying a stroll through one of his favorite places on Earth. He had enjoyed the sight of the bamboo, and this place held many special memories in his heart. The young warrior made a point to keep his power level suppressed to a measly five, as he was a cautious man, though for now, he was at peace. Who would attack him out here?
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 16, 2016 2:54:45 GMT
PL -- 278,171; 6,397,933 [x23] While Beryl was still recovering from multiple, serious injuries, he still made an effort to remain active on a daily basis. While he was “ordinary” in a way, he was still much more powerful than the average human to the point where many assumed that he had to be mixed with some kind of alien species. As such, even though he was wrapped in bandages and band-aids dotted his face, he was still to move and walk about without too much trouble. Lately, he had been hanging around South Capitol, keeping himself occupied with getting the Galactic Patrol up and active again as well as finalizing the details and preparations regarding his own martial arts school: the Zen School. After a productive morning, Beryl boarded his smaller, personal Capsule Corporation-created aircraft and flew towards the Bamboo Forest in Eastern Earth. The trip didn’t take long, and after finding a clearing, Beryl maneuvered his aircraft down towards the ground. Callion would be able to see the small aircraft descend, but he wouldn’t be able to actively see who was piloting it until the ship actually landed, and the cockpit opened. A dark-skinned human, dressed in casual clothing, stepped out of the ship and onto the forest floor. He wore a green beanie, a white, long-sleeved shirt, black pants with simple tennis shoes. His arms and neck were wrapped in white, medical bandages; his torso was also wrapped up in places as well, though they were covered by his shorts. His face sported numerous band-aids too, focused mostly on the cheeks. After stretching, Beryl looked around the area before proceeding to check his aircraft to make sure that everything checked out alright. He looked like any ordinary human being, but there was plenty of things not ordinary about him -- his power being one and perhaps the most significant. Callion
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Post by Callion on Dec 19, 2016 0:14:13 GMT
Callion watched as the vessel flew overhead but put it out of his mind, his raven black hair blowing in the breeze that the ship's passing created. Worse case scenario, it was an alien invader of some kind, but that fear was quickly put to rest upon Callion seeing the pilot of the vessel exit the ship. It seemed to be a human with a darker complexion and very colorful fashion sense. who was must've been grievously injured by someone if those bandages around him were for what Callion assumed they were for. Callion watched quietly as the man checked on his ship. He knew how annoying it felt to be bothered by someone when they thought they'd be all alone, so Callion empathetically kept his distance, and simply observed the man. Once the man was done with whatever he was doing, Callion would very loudly walk through the bushes and approach him. Normally, the young warrior was a lot less sociable, but he was trying to adopt a new policy of trying to make more friends. "Hello!" Callion would say to the man, hoping that he didn't startle him.
Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 19, 2016 7:40:51 GMT
"Mmm?" Beryl's attention was drawn to the loud rustling of leaves and branches; out from the foliage emerged a rather tall young man. Judging from his attire and stature, he looked to be a warrior and a fighter. If Beryl wanted to take a guess, the guy looked to be either a full blooded Saiyan or at least half; the tall and muscled figure, the jet-black, spiky hair and dark-colored eyes led Beryl to believe such. However, it was entirely possible that the stranger was fully human just like he was. Whoever the guy was, he seemed friendly enough. "Hello," Beryl returned, thankfully not startled or surprised by Callion's appearance. "I guess I'm not the only one with the idea to go for a walk." Of course, people might be wondering why in the world Beryl would pick a place like the Bamboo Forest -- a place filled with crazy ass animals and monsters -- in order to go for a walk. Truth be told, Beryl could easily handle anything that would threaten his safety and plus, he didn't have anything else better to do at the moment. He did think to visit East Capitol in order to see if he could see if he could find any more Galactic Patrol recruits though. "Are you heading somewhere by any chance?" Beryl asked, eyeing the Saiyan's duffle bag. "If you are, I can give you a ride there in my ship if you want." Then, Beryl stared at Callion's gi, musing to himself for a moment before speaking up once more. "Are you a martial artist by any chance?" Callion
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Post by Callion on Dec 19, 2016 15:09:58 GMT
The young warrior watched with a small smile on his face as the man silently looked him over for a moment before speaking.
The swordsman gave a small wave of hello in reply, jerking his hand awkwardly from side to side.
"Y-y-yes I would say so. The weather here is always quite nice, so I enjoy walking through here every now and again." Callion said awkwardly trying to make conversation. The young warrior was putting on an awkward front, as he had noticed that showing vulnerability was a good method for making whoever he was talking to more relaxed. Now this method was a bit of a gamble, as some folks would see vulnerability as a sign to attack, but Callion was forty-seven percent sure that this man would do no such thing.
A softening of the young warrior's features would be made apparent once the man had asked if he had needed a ride somewhere. Callion had lowered the man's chance of attacking him to thirty.
"N-No thank you," Callion replied, using a practiced false stutter. He waved both of his hands in front of himself as he denied the polite request that was offered to him.
Callion would put his hands back down and tilt his head in curiosity when asked if he were a fighter.
"Uh well...yes. But I only do it in self-defense. Mostly," Callion would say sheepishly, recalling the last time he was in this forest. The woman's squirming form entered his mind and Callion cringed before shaking his head to erase the image and carried on with his explanation.
"I am versed in techniques regarding fighting, but I prefer peaceful solutions to acts of aggression, you know?" Callion was a little concerned that the man he had just met had asked him whether or not he was a martial artist, due to a desire to fight! Callion would prefer not to fight someone he had just met as he had quite painfully learned that life lesson.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 21, 2016 0:49:26 GMT
The good news for Callion was that Beryl wasn’t an aggressive or malicious person. Callion could be as relaxed as he wanted to be and wouldn’t be in any danger around Beryl at all. However, Beryl wouldn’t blame Callion for being alert and ready to attack; people were so volatile and unstable nowadays, and it didn’t help that said unstable people had the ability to manipulate ki and blow up entire towns and cities with nothing more than a half-assed energy attack. Callion was fine with walking and politely declined Beryl’s offer of a ride on his ship. “Sure, alright then,” Beryl said as he continued to listen to Callion speak. Just as he expected, the Saiyan was a martial artist, but he only used it for primarily self-defense purposes. He was more of the diplomatic type, wanting to solve conflicts with words first before resorting to force. “I can understand that completely,” Beryl sympathized as he took a couple of steps forward so that he wouldn’t have to raise his voice at Callion. As the dark-skinned human got closer, it became apparent that he was a whole lot smaller than Callion -- who stood at a tall, six foot three inches. He was only about an inch taller than Samba -- a hulking Zoan who was absolutely crazy about Beryl. Beryl was only about five feet six inches taller, and while he was generally smaller than other males, his power was anything but small. “But considering what I do, diplomacy can be incredibly rewarding. You can’t always avoid fighting, but it’s best if you can, as you just said.” A golden badge was pinned to Beryl’s shirt -- one in the image of the Galactic Patrol’s insignia. For added flair, there was a crown resting on the symbol -- studded with multi-colored jewels. It shined in the afternoon sun. “Um. I’ve actually never really hiked or walked through the Bamboo Forest before. Do you know if there are any specific routes or trails that I can take?” Beryl asked. Callion
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Post by Callion on Dec 21, 2016 13:48:29 GMT
Callion spoke with the utmost respect, not even noticing the man's height or lack thereof. Height was such a trivial factor when it came to interacting with others, in Callion's opinion. It didn't matter how someone looked as long as they were kind and good on the inside.
Callion pondered all of this while the dark-skinned fellow spoke of the benefits of diplomacy. The young warrior's focus shifted back to the man when he had mentioned that he was unfamiliar with the lay of these lands.
"I will very happily walk you along what is, in my opinion, the most beautiful path. The reeds look quite lovely, and the gray in the sky has this way of perfectly reflecting off of the trees."
The swordsman smiled as he finished his small description, and would be understanding should the man rejected. Who could trust anyone in these days? Callion hoped that he could show Beryl that he was worthy of being trusted. The young warrior just needed one chance.
The young warrior had spotted the strange golden badge, and had many a question, but would prefer to wait until the walk had been commenced before bombarding this man with questions. Callion was much more patient than one would expect.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 23, 2016 0:15:07 GMT
“I think I’ll take you up on that,” Beryl agreed as he motioned for Callion to lead the way. It wasn’t like he really knew where else to go in Bamboo Forest rather than to wander around randomly, and he sure as hell didn’t want to end up lost or something. After making sure that his aircraft was locked down and secure, the Galactic Patrol leader would begin walking with Callion, trusting the Saiyan to guide him in the right direction. “So, what kind of martial arts do you practice?” Beryl asked, intent on keeping the conversation going; he didn’t really want to walk with a complete stranger in the midst of a thick, bamboo forest in complete silence. Considering how Callion seemed sociable and friendly enough, Beryl didn’t think it’d be tough to converse with Callion. His eyes eventually gravitated towards the sword sheathed on Callion’s back. “I’m going to guess you are mainly into swordsmanship?” Beryl asked. He knew that there were numerous sword-based martial arts schools scattered around Earth and that swordsmanship had recently picked up in popularity. While Beryl had no aptitude with swords or any other related melee weapon, he knew many martial arts supplemented their hand-to-hand combat with some sort of weapons training. He had even seen martial arts channel ki into their weapons, allowing their weapons to achieve supernatural feats. Beryl had thought if it would be beneficial to him to receive training in using a weapon, but he ultimately decided against it. His fists were literal weapons on their own, and since he couldn’t use ki, he poured all of his time and effort into perfecting his physical combat. And that was how he was at the level of power he was at now -- to where he could literally delete people and entire surroundings with or launch people into the atmosphere with a single punch. “Recently, I’ve been noticing a surge of people trying martial arts. I think it’s excellent,” Beryl continued. “I actually recently opened up my own martial arts school about a week ago.” Callion
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Post by Callion on Dec 24, 2016 18:50:53 GMT
Callion nodded and turned to begin walking down one of his favorite paths through this forest, hoping that the dark skinned man was following. A simple turn of Callion's head verified that he was indeed shadowing the Saiyan. The two walked in silence for a moment, the path they walked along seeming to get a bit more visually appealing, as Callion steered them along the nicest looking path before the man asked Callion what kind of style of fighting he utilized. Callion thought about it for a moment, the sounds of crunching snow rhythmically repeating with each step, before he came up with an answer. "I fight in a style I pretty much slapped together utilizing different components. The basic training I received on my homeworld," Callion gave a small shudder as he recalled his time in the Saiyan academy before continuing on, "coupled with some martial arts I've seen others perform and a lot of improvising. It's not a martial art so much as it is me trying to defend myself."Callion felt satisfied with the answer he had given since it was a complete truth, and he didn't feel as though he was bragging in any way. The two of them would walk by a beautiful sakura tree and though it was leafless the arrangement of branches and the gentle white snow that lined those branches was still very visually appealing. Callion looked at it for a moment, enjoying its beauty. The young warrior grinned once the man had made the assumption that Callion had used his sword very often. "Um...to be honest with you, the blade almost never comes out of its sheath these days. I told myself a long time ago that I would only ever see myself use it against another swordsman. I think I've actually grown a bit rusty with it." Callion spoke the truth once again. He almost never used the specially forged blade. Even during his daily training, he left it sheathed, out of fear of cutting down something important. Thinking of the sword reminded the young warrior of his father Courge, and Callion's eyes would fill with sadness. A deep sigh would escape the Saiyan's lips before he planted a smile back on his face. It wouldn't serve any purpose to be sad. Once the man had brought up his own martial arts school, Callion's interest would be piqued. "Really? Please tell me all about it," Callion would say, looking back at the man, and stealing a glance at the man's golden badge. "What is that?" Callion would ask pointing to the badge as they kept walking along.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 28, 2016 18:10:11 GMT
"It seems like most martial artists I know practice eccletic styles; they take many styles and create their unique style that they practice," Beryl commented. "It appears I'm odd in that one respect. I guess you could say that I'm a boxer." Truth be told, Beryl really didn't know what to call his exact fighting style but considering how he almost exclusively attacked with punches, boxing was the closest thing to go with. "Using weaponry against unarmed people is a code that I've seen a lot of weapon-users follow. Then again, using weapons in itself doesn't automatically give an advantage, especially considering how even the most amateur of fighters will have a much higher durability against weapons if they know the basics of ki manipulation." Beryl then messed with the bandages wrapped around his hands and arms. "But still, I wouldn't say that weapons are useless. Everything has its use and advantage. Some people merely carry around a weapon for sentimental purposes." Eventually, Callion brought up the fancy, golden, jewel-studded badge pinned to Beryl's jacket as well as Beryl's martial arts school. "Oh? Well, my school's called the Zen School. It's centered around the betterment and training of one's mind, body and soul; with all these three working in tandem with each other, they create the ultimate fighter and allows one to live a more fulfilled and enlightened life," Beryl explained. "Perhaps it's a little philosophical, but I'd like to think that it holds some truth for all of us. Anyways, what makes the Zen School different is there is no ki usage at all. No ki blasts, no ki beams, no ki-based techniques -- none of that at all. The Zen School focuses solely on the physical aspects of combat. It sounds strange, nonsensical and useless, but trust me -- it works." Beryl then offered a small grin. "After all, I can't use ki myself." Then, the Galactic Patrol Leader rubbed a hand over his ornate badge. "This? Oh. This is my leader's badge for the Galactic Patrol -- an elite organization tasked with the safety and protection of the entire galaxy. I'm its leader: Beryl Roarke." There was a pause. "... Basically, I'm in charge of making sure the entire galaxy doesn't get destroyed. With ridiculously powerful individuals popping up all over the place and always up to no good, you can imagine how difficult of a task this is," Beryl said as he continued walking with Callion. "The Galactic Patrol has fallen inactive for a long time, but it's been recently revived. However, I have been absent for a long while, and it fell inactive once again due to -- well -- ... everyone thinking I had died." A frown curled across Beryl's lips. "However, it is starting to pick up again about a week ago once I've been confirmed to be alive. Right now, the Galactic Patrol is busy getting recruits -- both new and old. I'm actually doing that a lot myself too." Callion
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Post by Callion on Dec 30, 2016 16:01:57 GMT
Callion neglected to mention that the "martial arts" he had seen others perform were the stances and moves used by his father back home on Vegeta. Still, the dark skinned man didn't need to know that. The young warrior was not sure what a "boxer" was, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with punching. As the man spoke his opinions regarding when weapons should be used, Callion's eyes drifted to the beautiful clouds overhead, as he formulated a reply. "I understand that using my sword against an unarmed foe does not automatically give me the upper hand. I do not draw my blade against unarmed foe due to a desire to improve. If I draw my sword in every fight, I will eventually rely on it too much, which, while being something my father would have been quite proud of, is not the kind of fighter I would like to have a reputation as." The young warrior said eloquently, surprised at how tactically he had spoken these words, and in hindsight how truthful they were. Callion added an afterthought to his summary. "Plus, I find it hard to fight defensively with a sword, my preferred method of combat, due to my father's rather biased training." Callion recalled all of the old bruises and scars he'd find on himself after his father's daily training, and strangely enough felt a bit better. Continuing with his impromptu tour of the forest he loved so much, Callion listened with rapt attention as the man explained that he actually taught others martial arts, and was surprised when he mentioned the lack of ki based techniques. "Fascinating," Callion said, before going into deep thought, placing his hand on his chin. The young warrior was a bit surprised to hear that the dark-skinned man couldn't use ki. He couldn't imagine being unable to fly independently or fire lasers out of his eyes, as these were deeply ingrained parts of his style of fighting. If he does, in fact, focus solely on training the body and mind, while also encouraging a lack of ki use, then you've created a sort of infinite loop of training one's body in order to master physical techniques, which also, in turn, helps train your physical body. In fact, if he promotes that his students should live a calm and healthy lifestyle, that will only make their body more stable and powerful, thus adding another layer to this infinite loop of getting stronger."Genius," Callion said looking to the man and spreading his hand out wide. Then the man brought up the Galactic Patrol, and Callion's life was changed forever. Callion's went wide in wonder as the man described the Galactic Patrol's mission and duty. An elite force tasked with the safety and protection of the entire galaxy? The young warrior was hooked, and his ears perked up once the man, who Callion learned was named Beryl Roarke was in the process of refilling the group's ranks, but then Callion's face fell. Who am I to want to try and keep the galaxy safe? I am a Saiyan, a race that has brought the galaxy destruction and ruin time and time again. Who would feel safe if I tried to protect them? Who would take my hand and allow me to help lift them up if they thought I would just break their arm and laugh at their weakness?Callion looked back to Beryl and smiled. "That is nice to hear! I hope you fill up the ranks quickly so that you can resume keeping us all safe, Mister Beryl Roarke."Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 3, 2017 18:26:03 GMT
"We have many people expressing interest in joining the Galactic Patrol, that I'm thankful for. After all, while I may be the leader of the Galactic Patrol, I'm nothing without my fellow Galactic Patrolmen. They're the ones who keep the galaxy safe; they're the ones who risk their lives day in and day out so that this galaxy can work towards peace and prosperity," Beryl said, pausing for a moment. "That got awfully poetic, but you know what I mean. Granted, I do my part in patrolling as well, but usually I'm kept busy with administrative duties, training new recruits and current Patrolmen, paperwork ... those sort of things." He noticed Callion's sudden shift in expression, just before Callion forced a smile and said that he hoped that the Galactic Patrol would get the members it needed. "Is something bothering you?" Beryl asked. "You looked very interested at first, but something changed." That spark of wonder in Callion's black eyes was quickly stifled and snuffed out by doubt and uncertainty. "Were you interested in the Galactic Patrol by any chance? If you are, I can certainly give you a chance," Beryl said. "I'm actually actively recruiting no matter where I go. If I meet someone who expresses a desire to help make the galaxy a better place to live in, then I am all for them showing me what they can bring to the Galactic Patrol. So, Callion ..." There was a pause. "Do you want to try out for the Galactic Patrol?" Callion
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Post by Callion on Jan 4, 2017 15:56:57 GMT
The explanation of the Galactic Patrol was like music to Callion's melancholy ears. People working together to protect others? Regular people banding together to put a stop to injustice and protect the innocent. The Galactic Patrol was a combination of the two things Callion had always longed for. A purpose, and people, maybe even friends to share it with. Alas, his lineage betrayed him yet again. Callion continued to smile as Beryl continued on to explain how frequently the recruiting process was being done, but then the dark skinned man caught Callion's look of sadness and spoke about it. Damn.Callion had to get better at hiding his emotions. As the man asked if Callion wanted to join the Galactic Patrol, Callion's heart screamed yes with all of its might, but his mind left the cries unanswered. "I... I truly want to. It has always been a desire of mine to help others, and keep people safe," Callion began, looking meek, "but to be honest with you," Callion paused at this point, trying to force the words out of his mouth. Those four words he had spent so much of his life not wanting to utter, no matter the circumstance. "I am a Saiyan, and I do not think anyone would feel very safe with a Saiyan protecting them. I do not wish to impede your progress in making the galaxy safe, due to my own selfish desires! My apologies, Mister Beryl. I am wasting your time when you could be off recruiting." Callion gave the man a low, apologetic bow. As the two walked, they came across a wide clearing, a twenty-foot circle, sealed off by several snow-covered bamboo stalks. The ground was coated with six inches of clean white snow, with more falling from overhead. Beryl Roarke
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