Post by Nasu on Mar 3, 2023 15:22:32 GMT -5
Name: Nasu
Age: 28
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan 4 Path
Racial Traits:
Warrior's Pride: Saiyan's have always been proud warriors who refuse to go down easily, with that they've always been capable of getting back up after taking immense damage. A saiyan can get back up after their health reaches zero and their health will go back up to 10%, though this will void Zenkai boosts. Being vaporized also nullifies this.
Zenkai: Upon receiving life threatening damage a Saiyan is capable of gaining a power boost known as Zenkai. Though to do this the Saiyan must be near death and manage to recover from such injuries. In a Battle, Death Enabled thread, or Saga event if a Saiyan's health drops below 5% and they survive their gains for that thread, they will receive a power level gain. Double gains for the first time, 25% for the second, 15% for the third and a flat rate of 5% every time after.
The Tail of a Saiyan: Every Saiyan is born with a tail. This gives them the ability to harness Blutz waves and transform into the Great Ape known as Oozaru. For a Saiyan, an untrained tail can be a fatal flaw. If the Saiyan has an untrained tail and it is squeezed by an opponent the Saiyan will be absolutely helpless. The Saiyan will find themselves paralyzed and their power level will be reduced to 0 once their tail is squeezed. This can be avoided though, with the use of a technique slot a Saiyan can train their tail and prevent this from happening. This weakness will be applied to all transformations until the tail is trained.
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): None
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance:
Personality: Nasu has a kind heart, even though he may seem like the cold and quiet type. He does not particularly like noisy situations or places and prefers a quiet corner for himself, otherwise he is mostly invested in his sworn duty of helping those who can not help themselves but also his training, leaving no gaps in his time for hobbies or whatever.
He has a strong sense of justice, so he has a hard time to empathize with just anyone, he can be quick to judge and brash, often acting before he can fully grasp the situation at hand, but he always means well. He prefers to work alone, most of the time. He is not a loner but he has bad experiences with organizations and the like, often finding them to always have ulterior motives or hidden plans.
Other than eventful situations, he can be observing and careful to some degree when it comes to fighting, but that is just because he enjoys it, being a Saiyan that much is natural. But he always puts his duty above that selfish passion.
History: Despair.
That was one of the first emotions Nasu would remember for the rest of his life. But it was not just any kind of despair; but the very helplessness and fear that overwhelmed him. The boy was birthed and initially raised in a small village in the western continent, it was mostly composed of family that spanned generations, or people that rejected the modern lifestyle. There was no such thing that could have connected them to the rest of the world if not the occasional travelers. Even then the young Saiyan was not raised by his own parents, rather he was left to the custody of an orphanage while the couple would adhere to their missions or needs.
But life was not that bad there. First friends, first brawls and whatever!
Until they came. The hunters that would prey down on the weak. An unit of Red Ribbon soldiers were tasked with obtaining 'experimental subjects'. They came and rained upon the village with no care, for any effort spent in trying to stop them was met with brutal force. Some died right on the spot, others were taken away. The Saiyan child was shaken of course, having not the slightest idea how to fend for himself, he could only watch and run. He saw 'death' multiple times that very day, inflicted on others. But in a darker corner of the village, he ran into one of them. And so he was taken away.
He would never remember what happened right after. Not because anything happened, he was being taken away. But no one would ever hear or see that child again, for he happened to be brought into a shelter. He would later learn that it was a rogue cell of soldiers that decided to rebel against the main army. A chance, one in a million, he managed to thankfully not suffer the same fate as others; children and elderly alike. The man grew up in the cell but not necessarily as a soldier at first, even if he decided to later train with them. The man managed to learn the basics of unarmed combat and also picked up swordsmanship, until he decided to quit. He felt grateful but he did not feel fit to participate in any of their activities, instead he decided to take the fight in his own hands.
The man would pack up, say goodbye and leave. He was not a soldier, he knew nothing about warfare and could not aid them, or rather he did not wish to aid them. He knew that in the end, whatever would happen, most likely another one of them would raise and perhaps just lead their own way of a corrupted organization. He wanted to do what was right and aid the victims instead and make sure no one would have to walk in his shoes or suffer a worse fate.
Techniques:
[OT1] Overhead Strike: Nasu smites the enemy, slamming his sword down upon his foe.
[DT1] Afterimage: Nasu dashes out of the way to dodge an incoming attack.
[ST1] Flight: The ability to use one's energy to fly, whether organic or not.
[ST1] Ki Sense: The ability to detect other energy signatures, within a small radius.
[ST1] Tail Training: The tail is no longer a weakness.
[ST1] Oozaru Mastery: Nasu can control himself in the Oozaru state.
Roleplay Sample:
He jumped like a thunderbolt.
A noise, or was it just a nightmare? Yes, perhaps that was it.
Once more did it ring in his ears; it was much like a static noise, he could not remember the tone of the voices but they all screamed out several things. He did not remember the words but he knew they were begging for help. It was this way for as long as Nasu could remember, by now at least. He would have a hard time sleeping most of the time. Scoffing a bit, a memory emerged in his mind; everyone in the cell called him an early bird because they would find him already dressed up and ready for training by the time they had their first blink of the morning.
He missed them, just a bit, though. Those memories would still make him crack a smile from time to time, even now he was smiling. A curiosity piqued in his mind which led him to look up at the sky. It was dark, surely it was way past midnight by now and yet it was almost like the entire atmosphere was lit by a blue fire from how bright some stars shined and how many of them were visible to the naked eye. Right now he sat in a desert, perhaps it was just the way it was. He was sure there was no such spectacle back in the city. He was not very poetic but there was something about them that just made him stare.
But something disrupted his delightful time. A noise, again. Then it was not just in his dreams, they were steps and when he turned around he spotted them; a pack of canines. They looked like wolves but with shorter fur, his pleased expression turned into one of alert. Where were his things? He looked around, and they were out of reach. Too far, for one of the wolves jumped on him on sight almost immediately. His instincts served him well enough, to the point where he could push himself with enough force in his back to roll out of the way with his knees.
It did not last long, however.
For the very creatures halted at a grinding noise, from the depths of Nasu's throat a roar was born, one as mighty as a dragon's. He stood up with his back to the moon and challenged the wolves as a dark, menacing silhouette. They ran, feeling threatened by the taller man's presence. The man watched them leave for a minute or two, before he felt the relief, and with one final sigh he went on to retrieve his stuff; a bag and his sword. Any trace of sleep was gone by now. Why did he even fall asleep in the middle of a desert? He could not remember much, evidently he must have stopped for a break and instead he fell into a deep slumber. Well, whatever. But he had to find something to eat, quick.
Thus, his travels continued. His path was not only lit by the moonlight up above but there was also a feeling deep down in his heart that soon something would change.
Age: 28
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan 4 Path
Racial Traits:
Warrior's Pride: Saiyan's have always been proud warriors who refuse to go down easily, with that they've always been capable of getting back up after taking immense damage. A saiyan can get back up after their health reaches zero and their health will go back up to 10%, though this will void Zenkai boosts. Being vaporized also nullifies this.
Zenkai: Upon receiving life threatening damage a Saiyan is capable of gaining a power boost known as Zenkai. Though to do this the Saiyan must be near death and manage to recover from such injuries. In a Battle, Death Enabled thread, or Saga event if a Saiyan's health drops below 5% and they survive their gains for that thread, they will receive a power level gain. Double gains for the first time, 25% for the second, 15% for the third and a flat rate of 5% every time after.
The Tail of a Saiyan: Every Saiyan is born with a tail. This gives them the ability to harness Blutz waves and transform into the Great Ape known as Oozaru. For a Saiyan, an untrained tail can be a fatal flaw. If the Saiyan has an untrained tail and it is squeezed by an opponent the Saiyan will be absolutely helpless. The Saiyan will find themselves paralyzed and their power level will be reduced to 0 once their tail is squeezed. This can be avoided though, with the use of a technique slot a Saiyan can train their tail and prevent this from happening. This weakness will be applied to all transformations until the tail is trained.
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): None
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance:
Personality: Nasu has a kind heart, even though he may seem like the cold and quiet type. He does not particularly like noisy situations or places and prefers a quiet corner for himself, otherwise he is mostly invested in his sworn duty of helping those who can not help themselves but also his training, leaving no gaps in his time for hobbies or whatever.
He has a strong sense of justice, so he has a hard time to empathize with just anyone, he can be quick to judge and brash, often acting before he can fully grasp the situation at hand, but he always means well. He prefers to work alone, most of the time. He is not a loner but he has bad experiences with organizations and the like, often finding them to always have ulterior motives or hidden plans.
Other than eventful situations, he can be observing and careful to some degree when it comes to fighting, but that is just because he enjoys it, being a Saiyan that much is natural. But he always puts his duty above that selfish passion.
History: Despair.
That was one of the first emotions Nasu would remember for the rest of his life. But it was not just any kind of despair; but the very helplessness and fear that overwhelmed him. The boy was birthed and initially raised in a small village in the western continent, it was mostly composed of family that spanned generations, or people that rejected the modern lifestyle. There was no such thing that could have connected them to the rest of the world if not the occasional travelers. Even then the young Saiyan was not raised by his own parents, rather he was left to the custody of an orphanage while the couple would adhere to their missions or needs.
But life was not that bad there. First friends, first brawls and whatever!
Until they came. The hunters that would prey down on the weak. An unit of Red Ribbon soldiers were tasked with obtaining 'experimental subjects'. They came and rained upon the village with no care, for any effort spent in trying to stop them was met with brutal force. Some died right on the spot, others were taken away. The Saiyan child was shaken of course, having not the slightest idea how to fend for himself, he could only watch and run. He saw 'death' multiple times that very day, inflicted on others. But in a darker corner of the village, he ran into one of them. And so he was taken away.
He would never remember what happened right after. Not because anything happened, he was being taken away. But no one would ever hear or see that child again, for he happened to be brought into a shelter. He would later learn that it was a rogue cell of soldiers that decided to rebel against the main army. A chance, one in a million, he managed to thankfully not suffer the same fate as others; children and elderly alike. The man grew up in the cell but not necessarily as a soldier at first, even if he decided to later train with them. The man managed to learn the basics of unarmed combat and also picked up swordsmanship, until he decided to quit. He felt grateful but he did not feel fit to participate in any of their activities, instead he decided to take the fight in his own hands.
The man would pack up, say goodbye and leave. He was not a soldier, he knew nothing about warfare and could not aid them, or rather he did not wish to aid them. He knew that in the end, whatever would happen, most likely another one of them would raise and perhaps just lead their own way of a corrupted organization. He wanted to do what was right and aid the victims instead and make sure no one would have to walk in his shoes or suffer a worse fate.
Techniques:
[OT1] Overhead Strike: Nasu smites the enemy, slamming his sword down upon his foe.
[DT1] Afterimage: Nasu dashes out of the way to dodge an incoming attack.
[ST1] Flight: The ability to use one's energy to fly, whether organic or not.
[ST1] Ki Sense: The ability to detect other energy signatures, within a small radius.
[ST1] Tail Training: The tail is no longer a weakness.
[ST1] Oozaru Mastery: Nasu can control himself in the Oozaru state.
Roleplay Sample:
He jumped like a thunderbolt.
A noise, or was it just a nightmare? Yes, perhaps that was it.
Once more did it ring in his ears; it was much like a static noise, he could not remember the tone of the voices but they all screamed out several things. He did not remember the words but he knew they were begging for help. It was this way for as long as Nasu could remember, by now at least. He would have a hard time sleeping most of the time. Scoffing a bit, a memory emerged in his mind; everyone in the cell called him an early bird because they would find him already dressed up and ready for training by the time they had their first blink of the morning.
He missed them, just a bit, though. Those memories would still make him crack a smile from time to time, even now he was smiling. A curiosity piqued in his mind which led him to look up at the sky. It was dark, surely it was way past midnight by now and yet it was almost like the entire atmosphere was lit by a blue fire from how bright some stars shined and how many of them were visible to the naked eye. Right now he sat in a desert, perhaps it was just the way it was. He was sure there was no such spectacle back in the city. He was not very poetic but there was something about them that just made him stare.
But something disrupted his delightful time. A noise, again. Then it was not just in his dreams, they were steps and when he turned around he spotted them; a pack of canines. They looked like wolves but with shorter fur, his pleased expression turned into one of alert. Where were his things? He looked around, and they were out of reach. Too far, for one of the wolves jumped on him on sight almost immediately. His instincts served him well enough, to the point where he could push himself with enough force in his back to roll out of the way with his knees.
It did not last long, however.
For the very creatures halted at a grinding noise, from the depths of Nasu's throat a roar was born, one as mighty as a dragon's. He stood up with his back to the moon and challenged the wolves as a dark, menacing silhouette. They ran, feeling threatened by the taller man's presence. The man watched them leave for a minute or two, before he felt the relief, and with one final sigh he went on to retrieve his stuff; a bag and his sword. Any trace of sleep was gone by now. Why did he even fall asleep in the middle of a desert? He could not remember much, evidently he must have stopped for a break and instead he fell into a deep slumber. Well, whatever. But he had to find something to eat, quick.
Thus, his travels continued. His path was not only lit by the moonlight up above but there was also a feeling deep down in his heart that soon something would change.
