Post by SARK on Jan 16, 2011 18:26:05 GMT -6
( SARK-ES-2000000 )
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( INFINITE , PROGRAM , DAVID WARNER , MASTER CONTROL PROGRAM HAS CHOSEN YOU)
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SARK-ES-2000000 (or SARK 2000k) is a program created by Edward Dillinger Jr. based off SARK-ES-1117821 created by Ed Dillinger. The original Sark was created as a Commander for the MCP's army and was used to run the Game Grid and often used as a Bodyguard for the MCP; Sark 2000k serves a very different purpose. Sark 2000k serves Master Control Program 2.0., his primary function is to capture programs and/or identity discs and bring them back to Master Control Program for integration.
Sark 2000k is designed for one thing and that's combat. His greatest advantage on the Grid is his modified Identity Disc. Sark's ID disc can be manipulated in mid-air, the modifications comes at a cost however, the disc is not as durable as it should be and could be easily cracked and broken if it was hit with a strong enough blow.
Sark 2000k's disc proved to be such a liability that he was given an additional weapon by Edward Dillinger Jr., the baton. The baton is a unique small weapon that is used to Rezz' in Light Cycles, Light Jets, and even weapons. Sark's disc carries a multitude of weapons within its programming: swords, whip, spear, staff, and it can even be set to explode or fire a beam of energy. The baton uses its own handler's energy to Rezz in the various weapons and can't be used for too long before Sark has to go for a recharge.
Sark 2000k retains the look of his predecessor, grey/white with red circuitry; a color scheme that easily sets Sark apart from other programs. Sark's Identity Disc also carries a similar color scheme with the disc being grey/white and its edge and core bears a dark red color. Sark's 5th generation lightcycle, light jet, tank program, and baton also sport a strange grey/white colored base with red circuitry.
Sark is currently on his way to Tron City where he hopes to capture his first program for the Master Control Program and bring it back to it for integration or refit. Sark openly admits to wanting to face off with Tron or even Clu when he arrives, who may very be the only two programs who could put up a fight against Sark. If even one of them were ever to be captured and integrated into the Master Control Program, then he definitely will have won.
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EXPERIENCE 10
CONTACT PM Sark, MCP, or Edward Dillinger Jr. (Username:CCCXLII)
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
The room was big and wide and set deep within the monastery, its purpose was to be used as an audience chamber. The room was nearly bare of furniture and had no windows, the room was only lit by a few burning candles set on tall stands. The only place to sit in the room was on a pillow, there were two long rows of purple pillows , each with twenty pillows.
Masurao sat in the middle of one the rows, facing a large wooden double door, the only way in or out of the room. Beside him was the torn remains of a blood-stained shirt. Masurao panted heavily, blood dripped down from a wound on his left arm and from a large scratch on his chest. It was the day of a total eclipse, Areythia's moon and two suns were perfectly aligned, blocking out the sun. The Kingdom of Night took advantage of this chance and set out, the Knothazian mountains were their third target, they had already quickly overrun the Dragotharians and the Westers. They had appeared on the mountains just minutes after Masurao heard the news. Masurao knew this was going to happen, the event was foretold in the scrolls.
It had been perfectly still and quiet, due to the room's location. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of loud footsteps in front of the door; Masurao stood, picked up his shirt and gathered a few pillows, picking them by their corners. Masurao tied the shirt around one of the pillows; the door burst open, a wolf-form worgen stood in the doorway. The Worgen walked into the room, he had been chasing Masurao for a while. Masurao already had a plan to deal with him.
Masurao expertly threw the pillows in different arcs and in rapid succession at the Worgen's head before running at him at full speed. The technique accomplished three things: Visual diversion as the pillows flew towards him they would draw his eyes, scent diversion as the pillow with the shirt tied to it would draw his nose, physical diversion as instinct would take over as the Worgen would undoubtedly either swat at the pillows or attempt to block or dodge them and leave him open to strike. This was all part of the Ghost Style.
The Worgen stepped back as his eyes darted from pillow to pillow, not noticing Masurao's sudden charge. The Worgen reacted fast, swatting away a few of the pillows, the others hit him. Suddenly, the Worgen noticed a scent, turned, and grabbed the source, it was the pillow with the shirt. The Worgen stood confused as Masurao quickly but silently ran up, jumped, and delivered a flying kick to his side. The attack did not knock the Worgen down but it pushed him back and certainly stunned him, he was obviously confused on what was going on. Masurao took advantage of this second opening and delivered a powerful palm to the center of the Worgen's chest. The Worgen clutched his chest as he back-pedaled out the door and into a hallway. Masurao charged once more, eyeing the fingers on the Worgen's hand, which were covering his chest. Masurao jumped and delivered a chain of flying kicks, striking the Worgen many times on his hands before landing. The Worgen roared for each strike and when the attack had ended, he decided that he had enough. The Worgen ran away with ten broken finger, two broken wrists, and two fractured hands.
Masurao sat in the middle of one the rows, facing a large wooden double door, the only way in or out of the room. Beside him was the torn remains of a blood-stained shirt. Masurao panted heavily, blood dripped down from a wound on his left arm and from a large scratch on his chest. It was the day of a total eclipse, Areythia's moon and two suns were perfectly aligned, blocking out the sun. The Kingdom of Night took advantage of this chance and set out, the Knothazian mountains were their third target, they had already quickly overrun the Dragotharians and the Westers. They had appeared on the mountains just minutes after Masurao heard the news. Masurao knew this was going to happen, the event was foretold in the scrolls.
It had been perfectly still and quiet, due to the room's location. The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of loud footsteps in front of the door; Masurao stood, picked up his shirt and gathered a few pillows, picking them by their corners. Masurao tied the shirt around one of the pillows; the door burst open, a wolf-form worgen stood in the doorway. The Worgen walked into the room, he had been chasing Masurao for a while. Masurao already had a plan to deal with him.
Masurao expertly threw the pillows in different arcs and in rapid succession at the Worgen's head before running at him at full speed. The technique accomplished three things: Visual diversion as the pillows flew towards him they would draw his eyes, scent diversion as the pillow with the shirt tied to it would draw his nose, physical diversion as instinct would take over as the Worgen would undoubtedly either swat at the pillows or attempt to block or dodge them and leave him open to strike. This was all part of the Ghost Style.
The Worgen stepped back as his eyes darted from pillow to pillow, not noticing Masurao's sudden charge. The Worgen reacted fast, swatting away a few of the pillows, the others hit him. Suddenly, the Worgen noticed a scent, turned, and grabbed the source, it was the pillow with the shirt. The Worgen stood confused as Masurao quickly but silently ran up, jumped, and delivered a flying kick to his side. The attack did not knock the Worgen down but it pushed him back and certainly stunned him, he was obviously confused on what was going on. Masurao took advantage of this second opening and delivered a powerful palm to the center of the Worgen's chest. The Worgen clutched his chest as he back-pedaled out the door and into a hallway. Masurao charged once more, eyeing the fingers on the Worgen's hand, which were covering his chest. Masurao jumped and delivered a chain of flying kicks, striking the Worgen many times on his hands before landing. The Worgen roared for each strike and when the attack had ended, he decided that he had enough. The Worgen ran away with ten broken finger, two broken wrists, and two fractured hands.
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