Post by Bronze Tiger on Oct 9, 2017 20:09:57 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Chris
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes
Why do you want to join the RP group?
Refer to Khalid
What do you expect to get out of our RP group?
Refer to Khalid
What are your expectations of us?
Refer to Khalid
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Multiversity
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. Y'all already know
Character Origin: Comic book mainly.
Face Claim's Name: Y'all already know who it is. Michael Jai God Damn White
Name: Ben Turner
Alias: Bronze Tiger
Race: Human
Age: Mid Forties
Birthday: Long Forgotten
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 220 Ibs
Hair:
Black. Usually clean-shaven along the scalp.
Eyes:
Brown. Amber with the mask on.
Physique: The Tiger, much like his namesake, holds a powerful physique that combines the toned and acrobatic physique of a predator well used to leaping great heights and slinking through the confines of nature alongside the dynamic and powerfully built muscles of a man who could very easily fell a tree with a single powerful blow from his leg just as easily as he could shatter the rib-cage of a man with a well-placed blow of his knuckles.
Training: Bronze Tiger has well-earned his spot upon the list of world's most deadliest humans, only rivaled by the likes of Lady Shiva, Richard Dragon, and Cassandra Cain. He is a masterful warrior of more fighting styles than one could count, trained from a young age alongside fellow legend Dragon under the tutelage of the O-Sensei, and further undergoing his mastery of combat during his tenure as a slave of the League of Assassins. Suffice to say, the number of people who are capable of undergoing combat with the Tiger and lasting more than a minute can be counted on one's fingers.
Equipment: The Tiger requires little in ways of equipment, but has been known to utilize any weapon imaginable in his martial arts when it proves necessary, although he shows great favoritism for claw-like weapons to be utilized with his bare-handed fighting style. His Tiger mask also possesses ritualistic talisman inscribed within the leather, gifting him with enhanced sight and smell whilst he wears it as it in turn "becomes" his face, allowing him to speak unmuffled and even deliver savage bites with the mask's teeth.
Powers / Abilities
Pinnacle of Human Strength and Ability - Bronze Tiger is an exemplar of peak fitness, having reached the maximum level of strength a human being of his height and weight could ever possibly reach and even at times exceeding that utilizing a mastery of breath control. He can lift approximately one ton of weight and deliver blows strong enough to strike through a brick wall, as well as sprint at a maximum of forty miles per hour and nigh leap a full story in vertical height given time to prepare himself.
Inner Mastery - As a student of O-Sensei, Bronze Tiger is capable of focusing upon the inner workings of his body and breath in order to channel what one may refer to as "chi", allowing him to heal from wounds in days what would take weeks for the average man to recover from, as well as to prevent himself from bleeding out or going into shock from pain. Such a feat however carries the risk of succumbing to wounds he has ignored.
Weaknesses
League of Assassin's Indoctrination - Although he had been rescued from the indoctrination of the League by the efforts of Batman, there are still hidden trigger words known to the masters of the League that can be utilized to activate the psychological programming implanted within him, instantly transforming him into a lethal murdering machine set only to perform the bidding of the Masters. Only by being knocked unconscious can his mind reset and he be freed from that particular trigger word.
Human Weaknesses - For all of his skill and physicality, Ben Turner is still a human. He cannot take a gunshot to the head, nor survive without air, and is subject to all the same limitations of a human.
Audition post
"You cannot escape who you are, Ben Turner. You are not a man. You are not some form of vigilante atoning for himself. You are a tool. A weapon. Even less than a warrior, for it is not by your meager will that you choose who you kill."
Each demeaning sentence was punctuated by a devastating palm strike to the bare chest of the shackled man, the sickening crack of a rib crunching from the impact as he let out a cry of agony that no amount of training could deaden the stabbing shock of bone pinching nerve as they splintered apart. Blood dribbled from his lip as he spat up fresh rivulets of blood that dribbled down his bruised and torn lip, slowly raising his head and peering with the eye not swollen closed at his torturer. A woman clad in black, her eyes a cruel and unrelenting cold that held no real emotion, performing her duty as if it was a mere task of cleaning a stubborn dish. He recognized her from his time in the League, a woman who could kill even him with the amount of skill she had. Lady Shiva. But for her to be here, for him to be in chains, it could only meant......the Tiger refused to entertain the thought as he let out a snarl of defiance and struggled against the shackles without avail, silenced by a sudden knife-hand strike to his throat before his jaw was gripped by the firm and deceptively strong hand of the world's most deadliest woman.
"Struggle as hard as you like, but we are not your enemy. You blame us for the blood on your hands, but you lie to yourself. It was you who killed so many for us. And it was you who enjoyed the thrill of killing."
Ben jumped awake in his bed, a cold sweat taking over him as his chest rose and fell in anxious heaves before slowly calming down as he rose a hand to his face, realizing it was nothing more than a nightmare. His gaze fell over to the side of the bed he knew would be empty, yet in the throes of dreams he still hoped against hope that it would once contain the one person in his life who had ever managed to make the hate he had for himself go away, to silence the dreams with her words, her hands, her scent. But now he only had himself to confront in the mirror every morning and every night, his own mental anguish to converse with as he laid in bed wondering what familiar face he would see in his dreams. Whether it would be those he fought with....or those whose lives he was responsible for taking. Ben wiped the sweat from his eyes as he looked around his room for one last time before he tried to rest again, observing the display case that contained that fierce mask and monk's armor of which he had not worn in years, the tekko-kagi still as sharp as ever despite not having shed blood in well over half a decade before his eyes were attracted to the blinking of his phone, a simple message illuminated upon it, but with it's words it carried a lot of weight, and perhaps just a little bit of hope of redemption to soothe his nightmares.
"Big Cat. I'll be contacting you for something big. Something covert. No details now, but I know you're a man I can trust with this mission. B."
He slowly lowered his phone as he stared back at the display case, those petrified eyes of amber glaring back at him as if it was truly alive. And for a moment, he finally allowed himself a moment to smile. Perhaps...perhaps the opportunity for action will bring him back out of his slump. And remind the world that the Bronze Tiger is not dead or a tool to any one.
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Player Nickname: Chris
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? Yes
Why do you want to join the RP group?
Refer to Khalid
What do you expect to get out of our RP group?
Refer to Khalid
What are your expectations of us?
Refer to Khalid
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: Multiversity
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. Y'all already know
Character Origin: Comic book mainly.
Face Claim's Name: Y'all already know who it is. Michael Jai God Damn White
Name: Ben Turner
Alias: Bronze Tiger
Race: Human
Age: Mid Forties
Birthday: Long Forgotten
Alignment: Neutral Good
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 220 Ibs
Hair:
Black. Usually clean-shaven along the scalp.
Eyes:
Brown. Amber with the mask on.
Physique: The Tiger, much like his namesake, holds a powerful physique that combines the toned and acrobatic physique of a predator well used to leaping great heights and slinking through the confines of nature alongside the dynamic and powerfully built muscles of a man who could very easily fell a tree with a single powerful blow from his leg just as easily as he could shatter the rib-cage of a man with a well-placed blow of his knuckles.
Training: Bronze Tiger has well-earned his spot upon the list of world's most deadliest humans, only rivaled by the likes of Lady Shiva, Richard Dragon, and Cassandra Cain. He is a masterful warrior of more fighting styles than one could count, trained from a young age alongside fellow legend Dragon under the tutelage of the O-Sensei, and further undergoing his mastery of combat during his tenure as a slave of the League of Assassins. Suffice to say, the number of people who are capable of undergoing combat with the Tiger and lasting more than a minute can be counted on one's fingers.
Equipment: The Tiger requires little in ways of equipment, but has been known to utilize any weapon imaginable in his martial arts when it proves necessary, although he shows great favoritism for claw-like weapons to be utilized with his bare-handed fighting style. His Tiger mask also possesses ritualistic talisman inscribed within the leather, gifting him with enhanced sight and smell whilst he wears it as it in turn "becomes" his face, allowing him to speak unmuffled and even deliver savage bites with the mask's teeth.
Powers / Abilities
Pinnacle of Human Strength and Ability - Bronze Tiger is an exemplar of peak fitness, having reached the maximum level of strength a human being of his height and weight could ever possibly reach and even at times exceeding that utilizing a mastery of breath control. He can lift approximately one ton of weight and deliver blows strong enough to strike through a brick wall, as well as sprint at a maximum of forty miles per hour and nigh leap a full story in vertical height given time to prepare himself.
Inner Mastery - As a student of O-Sensei, Bronze Tiger is capable of focusing upon the inner workings of his body and breath in order to channel what one may refer to as "chi", allowing him to heal from wounds in days what would take weeks for the average man to recover from, as well as to prevent himself from bleeding out or going into shock from pain. Such a feat however carries the risk of succumbing to wounds he has ignored.
Weaknesses
League of Assassin's Indoctrination - Although he had been rescued from the indoctrination of the League by the efforts of Batman, there are still hidden trigger words known to the masters of the League that can be utilized to activate the psychological programming implanted within him, instantly transforming him into a lethal murdering machine set only to perform the bidding of the Masters. Only by being knocked unconscious can his mind reset and he be freed from that particular trigger word.
Human Weaknesses - For all of his skill and physicality, Ben Turner is still a human. He cannot take a gunshot to the head, nor survive without air, and is subject to all the same limitations of a human.
Audition post
"You cannot escape who you are, Ben Turner. You are not a man. You are not some form of vigilante atoning for himself. You are a tool. A weapon. Even less than a warrior, for it is not by your meager will that you choose who you kill."
Each demeaning sentence was punctuated by a devastating palm strike to the bare chest of the shackled man, the sickening crack of a rib crunching from the impact as he let out a cry of agony that no amount of training could deaden the stabbing shock of bone pinching nerve as they splintered apart. Blood dribbled from his lip as he spat up fresh rivulets of blood that dribbled down his bruised and torn lip, slowly raising his head and peering with the eye not swollen closed at his torturer. A woman clad in black, her eyes a cruel and unrelenting cold that held no real emotion, performing her duty as if it was a mere task of cleaning a stubborn dish. He recognized her from his time in the League, a woman who could kill even him with the amount of skill she had. Lady Shiva. But for her to be here, for him to be in chains, it could only meant......the Tiger refused to entertain the thought as he let out a snarl of defiance and struggled against the shackles without avail, silenced by a sudden knife-hand strike to his throat before his jaw was gripped by the firm and deceptively strong hand of the world's most deadliest woman.
"Struggle as hard as you like, but we are not your enemy. You blame us for the blood on your hands, but you lie to yourself. It was you who killed so many for us. And it was you who enjoyed the thrill of killing."
Ben jumped awake in his bed, a cold sweat taking over him as his chest rose and fell in anxious heaves before slowly calming down as he rose a hand to his face, realizing it was nothing more than a nightmare. His gaze fell over to the side of the bed he knew would be empty, yet in the throes of dreams he still hoped against hope that it would once contain the one person in his life who had ever managed to make the hate he had for himself go away, to silence the dreams with her words, her hands, her scent. But now he only had himself to confront in the mirror every morning and every night, his own mental anguish to converse with as he laid in bed wondering what familiar face he would see in his dreams. Whether it would be those he fought with....or those whose lives he was responsible for taking. Ben wiped the sweat from his eyes as he looked around his room for one last time before he tried to rest again, observing the display case that contained that fierce mask and monk's armor of which he had not worn in years, the tekko-kagi still as sharp as ever despite not having shed blood in well over half a decade before his eyes were attracted to the blinking of his phone, a simple message illuminated upon it, but with it's words it carried a lot of weight, and perhaps just a little bit of hope of redemption to soothe his nightmares.
"Big Cat. I'll be contacting you for something big. Something covert. No details now, but I know you're a man I can trust with this mission. B."
He slowly lowered his phone as he stared back at the display case, those petrified eyes of amber glaring back at him as if it was truly alive. And for a moment, he finally allowed himself a moment to smile. Perhaps...perhaps the opportunity for action will bring him back out of his slump. And remind the world that the Bronze Tiger is not dead or a tool to any one.
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Do you have any last comments, concerns, or interesting things you want to share?
