Sender Dakota~
Date Fri Jul 5 06:12:57 2002~
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Subject Dakota's History~
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A Saiyan warrior emerged from the shadows whom no one had ever
seen. His past cloudy and his persona even more mysterious
Growing up on the Planet Vegeta he lived a life of peace and
Harmony....Only one knows what happened to his life
Only one knows what he searches for on planet Earth
Only one person knows that he searches his {B|-{Y> {CF{cate #Y<#B-|
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Sender Dakota~
Date Fri Jul 5 06:14:00 2002~
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Subject Typo~
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supposed to be {B|-{Y> {CF{cate {Y<{B-|
sorry bout that
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Sender Iann~
Date Tue Jul 9 19:27:27 2002~
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Subject Iann gets Deathball :)~
Text
While being trained by his now incredibly strong
father thaur, he also picked up on a few techniques.
Mostly just some physical fakes and combos.
But he also leanred the basics to the skill
that is the pride toe very powerful Icer,
Death Ball.
Iann trained and trained his energy manipulation,
increased the flow of energy through him, his
accuracy and power with all his ki techniques
improved. He always tried to perform Death Ball.
But he could never contain the energy, it always
burst apart.
burst apart.
One day, after another intense training session,
He was gettin fed up with not being able to complete
the technique. He began to gather the energy at his
finger tip. He pulled all the energy from his body
and put it into the ball, but soon, the energy
began to slip once more. He concentrated with
all his might, every thought bent on containing
the energy. His muscles tightened, veins throbbed.
His vision began to flash black. But he kept
going, he wasnt going to let it fail again.
Not much more time passed before he felt it,
all the energy was in place. He glanced
up at his hand, and saw the monsturous sphere
of energy, dark black with gold ripples.
He grimaced as he brought his arm down, the
bal following his finger, he looked up,
took aim at one of the moons orbitin the
planet he was on, and let it loose.
The ball moved towards the moon,
not with great speed or great lack of
speed, but at a steady pace. The ball
crashed into it, obliterating the small satelite
and the explosion sent a shockwave down to
the planet, knocking Iann out of the air.
Thuroughly exhausted, he looked up at the
sparkles of broken rock that was once that moon.
He grinned, blood dripped from his lip,
but he didnt care, he had carried out the skill
that would annihlate planets, Thaur would be pleased.
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Sender Zaoden~
Date Fri Jul 19 10:53:34 2002~
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Subject A Brief History of Zaoden~
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I am Zaoden, Zaoden Tatsu. I write this short and to-the-point autobiographical
bio of myself so that any confusion by people who have met the "alternate"
Zaodens in the past may be cleared up.
I am a human magic and ki user, and thanks to my magic I remain forever
youthful, about 22 years old physically but a lot longer than that in reality.
I was born about 20 years before the 21st Tenkachi Budokai, where a great
future hero, Son Goku, first was seen by the public at large. Even
though he kept a low profile except in those Tenkachi Budokais and the Cell
Game, I still managed to keep myself up-to-date on his activities. It still
boggles my mind that he played a part in saving Earth many times and yet
almost everyone on the planet didn't know of his accomplishments.
Still, it was his choice to not be in the spotlight, and it may
even have been a wise decision considering how annoying media can
get sometimes.
Now, why have other Zaodens been out and about? Well, here's why.
About 25 years ago, I was attempting to create a magic technique similar to
the Shishin no Ken that Tenshinhan pioneered. However, something went awry.
Instead of doing a splitform, the magic technique made a COPY of me,
and that copy got a lot of fake memories and none of the real ones
for some reason I have never been able to figure out. He also
got cursed as a side effect with horrendously bad luck as well as random
loss of Battle Power. Eventually the bad luck not only got him killed,
but his spirit in the afterlife was also killed when he accidentally
stumbled into hell, and so he is gone for good. Now only I remain, the original.
All copies of himself that he may have made have been killed in the afterlife
one way or another, so they are dead permanently for good as well.
I am a good person, and even though I haven't really conducted much training in
the past, I have decided to change that. After all, I can't just ignore the evil
and/or insane and/or psychopaths that gallavant around Earth doing random
acts of mass destruction, can I? I want to help out in the eternal struggle
between light and dark.
*END DOCUMENT*
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Sender Siddhartha~
Date Thu Jul 25 16:59:28 2002~
Stamp 1027641892
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Subject The History of Siddhartha (Part 1)~
Text
Siddhartha left Namek with an attitude much like every other Namekian...
to bring good to the universe.
He has been trained under the great Namekian, Mjorn,
to spread his wonderfull powers of healing to the lesser races.
Upon his arrival to earth, he is awestruck and filled with wonder at the beauty
( though not as great a beauty as Namek, itself) of the planet.
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Sender Deisle~
Date Tue Jul 30 22:26:10 2002~
Stamp 1028094230
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Subject exile 4 con~
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{light started comeing from the rumble."What's that light?"the big soldier
{Wasked the small one
{DI'm not sur......."{W.The light grew brightier and there was an huge
{Wexlodion of energy.When the two soldiers looked at the place where the
{Wlight had beenthey saw Deislestanding there.His uniform was ripped and tore
{Whe had blood coming fromhis mouth and over his right eye.The soldiers
{Wcouldn't believe thier eyes.Deislesaid"{R You guys almost got me,maybe if
{Ryou'd both would have attacked with your ki you'd might have killed me but
{Rnow you're dead"{WThe small soldier said{D"Big talk from someone who looks
{Dlike they'er on deaths door."{W"You're no match for the two of us said the
{Wbig soldier.{R"Believe that if you'd like,but I have something to show you.
{WWith that Deisle tensed up and his hair began to raise up.He yelled as his
{Whair turned a golen color,his eye became green,and a bright golden aura
{W surrounded him.
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Sender Voral~
Date Sat Aug 3 08:32:28 2002~
Stamp 1028389207
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Subject The History of Voral~
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Voral was born in a low class neighborhood on the outskirts of
Satan City. His father was a Coal Miner, and his Mother a
Home Maker. Voral never really got any attention with five
other siblings. They managed to survive till his father lost
his job. At the age of 8, Voral was walking down his street
when a gang of thugs approched him. Voral was getting beat up
until something triggered a hidden rage inside him. He let out
a scream of rage as he began to glow, the sudden shockwave of energy
sent the gang flying. The gang got up and ran away. Voral picked
himself up and started to look at his hands. Now 17, Voral has
been trying to tap back into his hidden strength, training heavly.
Now he leaves the poor neighborhood he grew up in and walks towards
the ever busy Satan City, Looking to untap his hidden potential.
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Sender Rathall~
Date Sat Aug 3 21:03:23 2002~
Stamp 1028435610
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Subject A sudden blow, and a new Spike hair doo.~
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Rathall was walking upon the great steps of a unknown tournement within his mind
they seemed to spiral endlessly into the clouds, as he ran it seemed to move
further away. The light at the end called to him as a voice clear as day spoke
Rathall, my son... So long we have waited, a final gift we have braught.
the voice was angelic and yet soothing. Rathall spoke in his mind.
'Mother? Is that you? But you are dead... It can't be, unless I am...
Rathall gasped as he thought, and yet he remembered that he never had a mother
he had escaped from that cloning factory and raised himself on nature
this voice was somthing else, but the joy of hearing it made him
run faster to see what it was, as he climbed he finnaly reached
the top. Rathall stood at a great Temple, it spiraled in a bone structure
and it was bleached with blood, he saw 3 Cell like creatures destroying
and mangling all around them, inocent lives were lost
one of the Bio-androids looked at him and spoke.
Vile Saiyjin, you shall parish in this massacre also!
Rathall clenched his teeth and went SSJ, he quikly began to attack.
Swirling mists were forming from all the action and then blown away by
speed and fists. The land was shaking and Debris was floating everywhere.
some of the Debris was being lifted by the Bio androids and thrown at him
Rathall dodged them but one, it knocked him through the tower
and into a large mountain, quikly turning him back to normal form
the rock rolled of of Rathall, as he plumeted to the ground
as he hit he rolled down another small hill and into a river
floating on his back he regained his vision and stood up
looking all around he saw nothing but green trees with sun light peircing
the branches, then he thaught...
I will never be good enough, no matter what...
then a rage formed within him, a burning sharp pain, he jolted and stepped back
he no longer cared and yet his power was growing, he was at the tip
of his training after all, and thought he would never get any stronger
Ki surrounded him and this time, the lands shook and trees up-rooted
his hair was sharpining, becoming bigger and more golden
what was this strange happening, then he knew... it was what they spoke of
the fighters of earth had said that long ago a trainer told a story
of a man who became suddenly so strong that his hair turned golden
and then they went on about how after many years, his hair had become
spiked and much more golden, they said this was a Sayjin that had acended
to their prehistoric nature, emotionless and so powerful
Rathall always wanted this and yet after years of training nothing!
and now rathall couldn't take it any longer, his aura gre and grew
consuming everything in sight, he flew up with a golden streak
following him, he had ascended to this SSJ2 he had become a new beign.
the Bio-androids were still destroying, Rathall landed near one of them
the Bio android looked back and spoke.
You again, what do you want this time? A crack pipe? Some steroids perhaps?
the droid chukled and then kicked at Rathall's head
Rathall was gone as the kick missed, not even he could be seen moving
he snaped at the Bio's neck with a palm and it jolted it's head clean off
then he vaporized it with a blast of Ki to nothing not even a cell
the other 2 saw Rathall and rushed over to stop him
but he disappeared and reappeared behind them, elbowing them into the ground
then he blasted them with more Ki vaporizing one of them
the third android was still somewhat alive, Ratahll picked it up
and brought it down on his knee, then throwing it into the air
he rushes up spiraling through the body of the Bio-android
while releasing a giant Ki blast
while releasing a giant Ki blast
FLARE STAR!!!
A large beam vaporized the remains of the Android and Rathall smiled
as he reverted back to normal, he landed and simply began to walk
but what about his dream?
(my own skill Flare Star, i wish to somday have it)
Rathall. is now SSJ2
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Sender Nesoiak~
Date Tue Aug 6 22:25:40 2002~
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Subject Nesoiak's History~
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His brother died on planet arlia. An evil warlord sent his workers
to pirate the planet Arlia and destroy all life from this planet.
These workers were known as the race called Saiyans. Nesoiak's
parents, Chiashi the Earthling, brought up on planet Vegeta, and
father Commander Kinral the Saiyan. They escaped from Planet
Vegeta and hid on the planet Arlia and had Nesoiak and Neshriok The
Saiyans arrived on planet Arlia and came across Nesoiak and his
family.. Chiashi and Kinral tried to defend there kids but they
were killed almost instantly. Nesoiak refused to give up his life
so he began to back off crying. Neshriak flew towards the Oozaru
Saiyans and was instantly crushed. Nesoiak stood there, with tears
in his eyes. He then hid in a cave to the south of his dead
family. The Saiyans passed, thinking all life was gone, Nesoiak
came out of the cave, and walked towards his brother. He fell to
his knees crying, whilst punching the floor shout no, no, no! His
veins started to pulsate like mad, his blood pressure rose and his
anger exploded and his hair started flashing yellow. He under went
the transformation of Super Saiyan. Two months passed and Nesoiak
set his fathers Saiyan pod towards the home planet of his mother,
Earth. Now on Earth, he is always alert towards others, but is
Surprisingly friendly and cocky. He is trained by a wise and
friendly Namek, Waylander. Waylander is his protector, his most
loyal and best friend. Also he now lives with a trainer Vel. When
Nesoiak crash landed on Earth from his Pod, almost wiping all
memory of what happened, Waylander found him and took him into his
care. Nesoiak is now growing up, and is very loyal towards his
protector and trainers.
-(Hope you enjoyed! :) -Nessy.)
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Sender Jojubi~
Date Sat Aug 31 23:36:49 2002~
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Subject I would like to join the quest~
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Sender Jojubi~
Date Sun Sep 1 01:03:11 2002~
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Subject Joining~
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I would like to be part of the RP quest.
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Sender Tarion~
Date Mon Sep 16 19:16:42 2002~
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Subject Tarion's Origins~
Text
Clenching his fists as he writhes in misery, the battle weary Namek
stares down his opponent. The smooth glistening flesh of the evil
creature wasn't even scratched. Trembling with anxiety and frustration
Tarious refocuses his thoughts and calls out to his foe.
"I won't let you toy with me monster... so you might as well end
this now."
Chuckling to himself the android known as Koa flies slightly closer
to Tarious looking at him as if he were fascinated with him.
"You won't... l.e.t... me do anything to you ?" Now laughing even
harder. "You won't let .ME. do anything to y.o.u... ?! You speak as
though you had any control over what happens. Don't you realize that
I am the supreme being in all the universe. All that happens or will
be must first have my approval... silly creature."
"Enough of this... you'll die monster !"
The abrupt battle was as a grain of sand in time. With a quick flick
of his wrist the monster Koa rendered his opponent uncoincious and
helpless. Back in his lab he toiled endlessly... trying to devise new
methods of torture as he tried to corrupt the Namek's mind with his
robotic devices. Tarious, barely alive, held on to his thoughts,
with each moment longing for death, and yet still realizing that the
monster had not yet won... at least not completely.
Days that lasted for years passed until Koa sensed a high powerlevel
nearby. Frustrated with the stubborn Namek, and excited to earn his
new play-thing, Koa struck off into the distance, leaving his failed
experiment behind.
Unable to move and barely alive Tarious laid on the table... it would
have ended there if it had not been for a strange course of events.
An earthquake rumbled across the mountain-side... spilling all sorts
of mechanical devices, dna jars and even Tarious onto the floor.
Namekian blood fused with dna from every race of creature throughout
the universe. The regeneration process speeding up as Saiyan enzimes
coursed throughout Tarious' body.
He had regained some strength when he realized that the brash robot
had been more successful that he thought... the mind-control devices
were beggining to take their toll on the Namek's mind.
Gathering as much energy as he could muster... Traious pushed his
entire essence into a single egg... expelling it from his body, hoping
that at least in some way, he could continue on... perhaps even one
day returning to slay Koa. So weak from the process of the torture...
Tarious didn't notice the microbodies that traveled with the egg.
Months... then years passed as the egg lay in the overgrown forest
jut outside Koa's lab. Then it happened... the shell broke and from
it stepped a curious creature. Obviously not a Namek, the creature
of fortune looked about at his surroundings. Amazingly intelligent
and feeling quite hungry he set out looking for some food.
Flying high above the Earth, thoughts of a great battle and images of
a strange creature flashed in his head. Not sure what it all means or
how to sort it all out, he heads off in no general direction... the
only possesion he has is the memory of his name... Tarion.
(submitted by Tarion)
(feedback on personal board about my stories/histories would be great)
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