Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts 
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on Apr 15, 2019 7:44:11 GMT
Namorel
Namekian
PL: 26,107
Active:
HWs
(75%): 6,527
WC: 241
TWC: 241
The Southern Continent, it was a location Namorel quite enjoyed to visit in his free time on this planet. It was enough like and yet different enough from his home in the scarcer parts of the continent. Today the Namekian would be making his way to the beaches on the far southern end of the land mass. To enjoy the rolling waves and possibly get a modicum of training in should he find the conditions favorable. Adorning his weights to his figure, evenly spreading the power suppressing garments over his normal light blue gi.
In an instant he was airborne, heading southeast towards the beaches that were his aim. His prior visit he had taken Prisma and Nao with him, however he had the feeling that may not be the best choice this time. Keeping his eyes on the horizon he would make it to the beaches without much issue, hoping the suppressed power of the weights helped make him a bit more unnoticeable by the more ki sensitive population of the planet.
Taking slow steps into the sand, Namorel would drop a folding chair he had brought with him, and bait the hook of a fishing rod he.. found. It was a hobby he had read of and wanted to give it a shot while he waited to see if the coast was clear or if there was going to be company on his little trip to the water front. |
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Celmaru Waterfield
New Member
49 posts
Race: Hybrid
Power Level: 100,000
Zeni: 7,500
Training Points: 20
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Dragon Radar [Earth]
Oozaru Gauntlet[Right]
Transformations:
Great Ape (Full Control) [x15]
FSSJ (Variant) [x12]
Berserker[Omen][x10][5% TM]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 15, 2019 23:50:46 GMT
How fortunate that it was that both Melia and Cynthia were to attend elementary school today. Albeit, the Waterfield household was oddly silent. Currently resting upon a particularly worn armchair, a hybrid father pondered methods in which to pass time. It had been an eternity since he hadn't been handling or supervising his own offspring. It was a strange conundrum, albeit -- perhaps -- a welcome one in time. Regardless, the hybrid Celmaru Waterfield sprung from his seat, ultimately disgruntled with his immediate situation. It was too silent; too... horrendously lax. It was a vastly far cry from what the hybrid had become accustomed to. Maneuvering himself out the nearby front door, Celmaru slapped his door aside! The hybrid then proceeded to meekly click the entryway shut.
Nevertheless, the hybrid shot off beyond the horizon -- in hopes of some momentary entertainment, perhaps. Fortunately enough, after a brief expedition miles overhead of East and South City, a familiar signature overcame the hybrid's spiritual senses. It was competent enough; a bit green. Celmaru recognized the signature, he was aware of exactly who this was, in fact! The hybrid had his back to the Earth below, haphazardly swiveling himself about to descend upon a Namekian's location. Yet, there was a pause; a literal pause followed. Striking up a seemingly "novel" idea, the hybrid bolted off elsewhere. It would be a handful of minutes later that the hybrid would return to his previous location. A massive, albeit entirely decimated bison corpse had been slung over Celmaru's shoulder.
Plummeting as swiftly as he was mere minutes ago, Celmaru arrived several yards before Namorel. The evidently audible THUD of the hybrid's large game followed suit. Celmaru hadn't intended to be particularly stealthy -- yet a minuscule surprise likely wouldn't have harmed anyone, no? Oh well. Hefting the corpse towards his viridescent friend, the hybrid finally took the moment to speak. An audible clamor of meat-related preparation had nigh-overtaken his voice, however.
"Its quite strange to see a Namekian fishing, you know."
Various tools and racks had appeared behind the Namekian's fishing setup, if he were to take notice. Among other things, a cooking spit was aloft for little reason. The hybrid had begun sharpening a pair of crude, yet plain kitchen knives; an equally crude skinning knife twirling alongside them. Numerous other crudely procured tools and materials were beginning to manifest. Celmaru was entirely intent on preparing and roasting an entire bison.
You'd think the green man would be fine with just water.
Thread PL: 15,308 Current PL (Light Weights): 11,481
WC: 403
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on Apr 17, 2019 15:04:38 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel Celmaru Waterfield | | ✐ | 25,942 Power Level
6,485 PL Suppressed | | ✉ | Suppressed in his first form currently. [x0.25]
Word Count: 318
Total Thread WC: 318
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
Sickle's Ki Color G: 1200dd/ff27f6/00ddb1. |
| To describe Sickle's morning as boring would be to put it lightly. The night before had been a wild one, filled with partying, some Earthling liquid called 'booze', and dancing in illegal nightclubs with his newfound friends in the Deep Green Senzu Beans, and after waking up on the beaches of South Continent, all that filled his head was weary thoughts and disdain for allowing himself to be overcome by the puny monkey drink. His shriveling three toed feet wobbling in the sand as he attempted to gather himself completely, all the while he forgot exactly what he was doing. That was, until he saw the familiar face off in the distance, a mere few meters away from his originally sand-covered body. Namorel, the Namekian who had been close to him and Ayumu for some time. Quite odd to see him over by the ocean. Fishing, nonetheless. Sickle had always been under the impression that Namekians did not require food, as their planet always lacked it whenever he visited with his family years prior.
"Hey! Namorel!" he would say aloud, trotting like a baby horse towards the two, nearly falling twice, before reaching the duo on the shore. "Wha- What are you doing?" Sickle would question quizzically. "I thought Namekians ate through photosynthesis... Ya know, like slugs and plants and what not...". Sickle was confused for a moment, and pondered as he fell onto his tail in the sand, his tail forming a tough spring-like shape and acted as a chair for the Changeling. As he did all this, he would notice Celmaru off to the side, a face he couldn't fully recognize, despite potential past encounters. "Ah, hello. A pleasure." he would say, reaching his palm out to shake the hybrid's hand, his bio-suits claws retracting into his fingernails to seem rather oddly humanoid in shape, despite looking more akin to a malformed lizard with genetic defects. |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel
Full Member
105 posts
Race: Namekian
Power Level: 82,500
Zeni: 12,500
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Capsule House
Dojo
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Hoi-poi Capsule
Namekian Radar
90% Ally (Gadulka)
HM5-Gungnir
Transformations: Great Namek [x11]
Improved Power Namekian [x10] [9.5%]
Perks: Immortality
True Super Namekian Gene
Planet: Earth
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Post by Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel on Apr 23, 2019 6:30:17 GMT
Quiet was the one thing Namorel truly needed at this very crucial and specific moment as he let the end of the line bob lazily in the water ahead of him, yards away from the shore the bait sank deep into the murky waters of the Southern Ocean. This was not the Namekian's first attempt at such sport, but it had been some time since he last attempted it on Namek... and the fish there were rather feisty. So with any luck this planet would be more manageable in that regard.
His antennae would perk as he felt the halfling monkey make their way in his general direction, a sly grin crossing the Namekian's lips as he knew Celmaru was on his way here. It had been a bit since he last saw the Half-Saiyan and it was always fun to run into those hadn't seen in some time at random after all. "How are you doing Celmaru? I'm seeing how big the fish here on Earth get compared to those on Namek.", the Namekian would reply to the Halfling with a laugh in his tone. Teasing the pole some as he saw the bobber wriggle some as something passed by the hook below. "Back on Namek they were rather large and violent when one tried to catch them, it was a bit of a pass time for many of the young Namekians until one of them fell into the water. We never really saw him again after that.", the Namekian would continue speaking as he let the line settle once more.
His attention would quickly turn to Sickle, who he was absolutely shocked he hadn't noticed in the sand prior. Irregardless the Changeling seemed to be an interesting addition to this little encounter on the beach head. "We can eat... many of us that do it only do it because of that fact. Otherwise its all water.", Namorel's voice was aimed at Sickle as he spoke. He was mostly being pedantic, but his comment on his preference towards tasting things, even if he didn't really use the nutrients from the food itself. Irregardless his attention would quickly be pulled from the conversation as the pole shook violently. Something had caught the line and was going to town on it. Taking the thin wood into his hand, the Namekian pulled and reeled the line until the tension was maximized and he let it loose some to avoid it breaking. Then in an instant he would get back to it until all of a sudden the pole was pulled from his ahnds and flung out into the water without any ease of retrieval. With a pained sigh the Namekian slumped back into his seat. Namorel
Namekian
PL: 26.107
Trans: N/A
PL: N/A
WC: N/A
WC: 453
TWC: 694
Active:
HW
PL: 6,527 |
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Celmaru Waterfield
New Member
49 posts
Race: Hybrid
Power Level: 100,000
Zeni: 7,500
Training Points: 20
Fighting Style: Balanced
Items: Medium Training Weights
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Dragon Radar [Earth]
Oozaru Gauntlet[Right]
Transformations:
Great Ape (Full Control) [x15]
FSSJ (Variant) [x12]
Berserker[Omen][x10][5% TM]
Planet: Earth
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Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Apr 29, 2019 23:28:35 GMT
"I... see."The hybrid held evident hesitation within his voice as Namorel greeted him. While pleasant that the two were to meet once more, the Namekian's tale was foreboding. Despite that, the moment was lax. Perhaps too lax. As if by a cue, another individual appeared; one ever more alien than either of them. It greeted Namorel crudely, albeit in a likely recognition of the Namekian. It seems that he made some comrades on Earth in the hybrid's absence. Lovely. This newcomer was vastly more... reptilian, however.
The hybrid briefly rubbed at the corner of his eye -- yet the motion was akin to a habit rather than a reaction. Ugh. Nevertheless, this newfound Changeling kept himself amiable, easing Celmaru's relative anxiety. Celmaru truly attempted to suppress any prejudice, he truly did as much. Fragments resisted fiercely. With the arrival's elastic seating method and a simple greeting, Celmaru responded in kind with a nod. It was best to remain reticent, for now. With a harsh stab of a false knife, Celmaru tore the flesh of his meal. The search for the blemishing organs was crucial; it must be done swiftly. Unfortunately, the hybrid had failed to remind himself to extract the bladder beforehand. The hope that it hadn't ruptured yet slimmed by the moment. Another tear. Once-still blood descended from the crude wound, eventually blotching the beach's sand. The aforementioned, other and miscellaneous knives began to float about on their own. Several cuts, slices, and digs were conducted simultaneously; each further preparing the corpse for consumption. In the meantime, Celmaru primed himself -- this was often the worst of it. The hybrid's primary tool dissipated, leaving its creator to jam his entire arm within the bison's innards.
"Eugh."
The squelching noises were enough. It gave Celmaru no joy furthering their frequency, either. With a haphazard dig, scrape, and an impromptu flash of light, a bulbous organ revealed itself. It was almost immersed in a vein-esque texture, and appeared a pseudo-gold. It was an indubitably repugnant organ. Furthermore, the hybrid's forearm was completely enveloped in a bloody veil -- the connected bicep was almost encompassed via the majority of its length. Then the stench arrived: one evidently foul by nature. Ugh.
Celmaru glanced to and fro in an attempt to spot a waste bin. Fortunately, yet unfortunately, such a bin was over a perceptible distance away. Almost two hundred meters, perhaps? Better there than within the hybrid's palm. With a heft, the bison bladder was catapulted towards the waste bin in a wide arc. A moment would pass before a distant, unnerving splash became audible. Oh dear. Celmaru missed. Contorting himself in a hasty effort to gaze away from his error, the hybrid cleared his throat as he witnessed Namorel's angling folly. Oh, how fortunate; the hybrid wasn't alone in embarrassments today. Another moment would transpire before Celmaru would speak once more.
"...Plenty of fish in Earth's oceans, Namorel."
WC: 485
TWC: 888
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Metal Sickle
Full Member
Currently living it hot in the Big Gete Star
138 posts
Race: Changeling
Power Level: 77,052
Zeni: 3,640
Training Points: 11
Fighting Style: Brawler
Items: Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Nam/Sad Dragon Radar
Ancient Frost Sharp Stick.
Hoi-Poi Capsule
Earpiece
Medium Weights
Transformations: Emperor Form [x5][Perm]
Perks: Big Gete Star
Planet: Earth
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Post by Metal Sickle on May 5, 2019 18:06:28 GMT
"Sickle wants to adorn his bone throne with your torso!"
| ☒ | Super Ultra Kami Guru Namorel Celmaru Waterfield | | ✐ | 25,942 Power Level
6,485 PL Suppressed | | ✉ | Suppressed in his first form currently. [x0.25]
Word Count: 144
Total Thread WC: 462
Sickle's Voice: d10000
Sickle's Ki Color B: 04cf3d/d10000/ff27f6.
Sickle's Ki Color G: 1200dd/ff27f6/00ddb1. |
| "You... Can Eat?" Sickle would say as if his entire world fell apart in front of him, killing his family in the process. Overreacting heavily. "I just assumed your mouth went down a tube that just led to an egg sack or something... How would you digest food? Do you have a stomach? I... Have no fucking clue."
As he would say this, he would waltz off oddly with his head on his shoulders barely standing. It appeared some of the alcohol had not waned from his body and was still giving him the light buzz as well as the pain from the entire ordeal. He would wave goodbye to his friend and see himself to the ocean, walking into the waves to disappear on the horizon of the waves, just walking on the surface of the ocean floor off into whatever distance possible.
[LEAVING THE THREAD]
[CHANGELING BONUS FOR WHEN Y'ALL FINISH] |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Ayumu Hope
Senior Member
390 posts
Race: Human
Power Level: 94,577
Zeni: 12,739
Training Points: 6
Fighting Style: Distanced
Items: Heavy Training Weights
Dragon Radar
Easter Egg (5% healing item)
Saiyan Warship + Speed Boost.
Gravity Machine x50
Transformations: Adrenaline Rush [x4]
Unleashed Potential [x13]
Perks: Instant Transmission Cooldown
June 11th (4th if 100k)
Planet: Earth
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Post by Ayumu Hope on May 20, 2019 3:17:40 GMT
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