Post by Tundra on Apr 12, 2022 23:56:48 GMT -5
Name: Tundra
Age: 22 (Or at least the human equivalent?)
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Changeling
Transformation Path: Mastery
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength: The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most.Given their natural strength and forms that reduce their power, they gain advantages to using their inferior transformation:
15% additional gains while in First Form.
10% additional gains while in Second Form.
5% additional gains while in Third Form.
Once a Changeling unlocks 100% True form, This trait becomes obsolete.
Adapted to Survival: They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well. They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet. They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Weighted Effects: Changeling have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. (Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%) Though, they excel further while training under gravity. (10% increases on all training done in a gravity chamber.)
Items:
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): PTO
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Personality: Tundra is a cold, calculating, ruthless killer. His thirst for power and supremacy is the main driving force behind most of his actions. When it comes to a fight, while Tundra will fight if the need arises, he prefers to mentally and/or emotionally manipulate people into doing what he wants. He finds that it’s more effective and simply “cleaner” than a brutal fight to the death.
When it comes to other beings outside of his race, from the masochistic, battle hungry monkeys to the cowardly green slugmen, he isn’t particularly fond of them. In fact, he sees them as beneath him. He believes that their rightful place is none other than under the heel of the Planet Trade Organization. As he rises to power, he plans to take great pleasure in reminding the entire universe of this fact.
History: Tundra was born on Planet Frost, where his father was one of the higher ranks in Frost’s military, and regularly took part in the secret enslaving of other worlds. He was brought up being taught about the universe, learning about different races, their cultures, and more importantly, how the Changelings were the perfect race above all the others. Tundra was taught that they were already made to be perfect, they just had to work hard to realize it. As a result, he trained and studied as he grew up, pushing himself to the limits to make sure he would be able to maximize his potential.
Once he entered into his teen years, Tundra found that it was a lot easier to get what you wanted when you were able to pull strings. Using his innocent youth as an advantage, he would regularly start trouble with his peers if it meant that he would be able to get an edge. It was nothing too harsh, but being an immature kid, he was one of the more mischievous ones on Planet Frost.
Eventually, once Planet Frost’s activities were discovered by the USD, things began to take a turn quickly. Tundra, seeing the current course of the universe shifting, took this opportunity to finally join up with the fighting force. He participated in the invasion of Planet Namek as his first mission, and was more than willing to help the PTO achieve its true goal. Tundra fully believed in the cause, and was planning on working his way up the ranks so that he could play a role that was more hands-on.
A few years later, when Tundra became a young adult with some experience under his belt, he was told that he would be sent to Earth. His goal was to assess the world, their defenses, and their resources. And then, he would proceed to do what he has always had to do: Enslave the entire planet and exterminate anyone who resisted.
Techniques: List your techniques here. Remember, you only start with 6!
[ST1] Flight: Tundra can fly.
[ST1] Ki Sense: Can sense the energy from others.
[C1OT1]Energy Blade: Tundra uses his energy to create a solid blade of ki around one of his hands.
[C1] = If the attack lands with a maximum of 10% deducted, the limb it hits will be amputated! (2% bleed damage added per turn.)
[P1OT1] Death Beam: Tundra fires a thin energy beam out of the tip of his index finger.
[P1] = 2.5% of their health in bleed damage per turn. (Until they stop it.)
Roleplay Sample:
It was a triumphant day on Planet Namek.
Well, not for the Namekians, but meh.
Ships belonging to the Planet Trade Organization had scattered across the planet’s surface. A Tundra that was still in his teenage years, alongside other Changelings and PTO soldiers, were heading towards more of the Namekian villages. They had just finished “taking care of” the first batch during the first few hours of the invasion, and were now going to continue to “clean house”. Their orders? Kill all who resisted and enslave the rest.
As Tundra saw the next village come into sight, he was thinking about another way to go about this. Despite their orders, he knew they weren’t supposed to kill ALL of the Namekians. After all, they were supposed to grow their numbers by taking in the natives and making them work for them. He stopped in midair, contemplating what the best course of action was. This was his first invasion, and he wanted to do well.
After a few moments, Tundra decided he wanted to challenge himself. He was going to try to take care of this next village with no casualties. He wanted to do this without brute forcing his way through the problem. After all, they weren’t saiyans. He wanted to prove he could be better than them. First, Tundra had to take care of his appearance. Odds were the Warrior Class Namekians weren’t going to take a four foot scrawny looking alien seriously.
Tundra’s body began to change shape and grow in mass. He gained about 5 feet in height and his muscle mass doubled. As he changed into his second form, he looked a lot more like a hulked out bodybuilder than the small fry he was earlier. Once his transformation was complete, he flew down into the village.
Tundra landed with a lot of force to show off his power. Not to gloat, but to reinforce that he wasn’t to be taken lightly. He wanted to put all of the attention on him and really announce his presence. Three warrior namekians sprung out from the hutts and stood side by side in front of him. ‘Oh how adorable, like little musketeers.’ He thought. The Changeling was a little confused however, sensing a lot more, but much smaller energies from within the hutts.
‘Children?’ Tundra theorized. He doubted it would be elders or other warriors, as they likely would’ve been out here already. He was surprised, amused even, that they hadn’t already been evacuated when the invasion started. Perhaps they thought that they wouldn’t need to flee? That they could protect themselves from whatever threat came their way? He had no idea, but at this point it didn’t matter. Either way, it was hopeless for them. He just had to convince them of that.
“Hold it right there! Leave now, or else we’ll drive you out!” The Namekian in the middle said. By sensing his energy alone, Tundra could tell that he was the strongest of the three. Considering he was the first to speak up and appeared to speak for the rest of them, it would be safe to assume that this one was the leader. If anything was going to get done, Tundra would have to talk to him.
Tundra spread his feet out shoulder width apart and crossed his arms, taking on a more powerful stance.
“Hold it. I’m not here to fight, in fact, I have a proposition for you.”
“We’re not interested.”
“Come now, you can’t really believe you can win this, can you?”
“We’ll do whatever it takes to defend our home!”
There was a brief pause and then Tundra began to laugh, which frustrated the Namekian.
“Get him!”
The one on the right rushed towards him first, but in this form, all of Tundra’s abilities were enhanced. He put one foot up, catching the first Namekian with his right foot, his long toes wrapping his entire torso. He then planted him into the ground beneath him and kept him pinned. The second one appeared to his left, preparing to throw a punch. However, without moving from his position, Tundra parried with his left arm, then countered by grabbing his throat with the same side hand, slightly suffocating him but being careful not to kill him. Both of them struggled to free themselves, but it was no use.
Their leader wanted to attack, but was hesitant. Tundra smirked inwardly, knowing that he had his attention.
“Are you ready to listen now?”
The leader was silent.
“Good. Listen up, our forces have already wiped away many of your people who refused to comply. Your people are strong for your kind, but let us be honest here. You aren’t soldiers. You’re peacekeepers. You all keep to yourselves and don’t try to get stronger. Your pacifism makes you weak.”
“Don’t listen to hi-agh!” One of the Nameks, the one underneath him, tried to speak, but Tundra put more pressure on him, just enough to feel his ribs crack, to keep him quiet. Last thing he needed was a boost of morale.
“Let them g-”
“Be honest,” Tundra interrupted, “You know you can feel your people’s Ki fading away around you. The Planet Trade Organization is all over this planet. We, in pursuit of perfection, are much better equipped in close quarters combat, technological prowess, and battle strategy. Most of your people aren’t even trained to fight, am I wrong?”
The Namekian was silent once more.
“That’s what I thought. For every one of your so-called “warriors” there are a hundred of us and, trust me, I’m being modest. Tell me, what IS your plan to win? What is your strategy? To force us into a corner? Not likely, considering we’ve already appeared on every corner of the globe. Outlast us? Are you really prepared to fight for potentially weeks while simultaneously protecting your young and elderly? Are you prepared to mourn the loss of countless of your sons and brothers? You didn’t even know we were coming, let alone have yourselves prepared for a full scale war. But hold on, maybe I am underestimating you. So tell me, oh wise one, what is your plan?”
He could see the struggle on the Namekian’s face. The leader was trying to think of something, anything. The Namek looked around him, seeing many PTO ships flying through the skies and touching the ground, enemy platoons flying through the air to slay more of his people. There were too many and they were too strong. Eventually, the Namek had figured out their was no way to win. Tundra could see the stages of grief take hold. He saw the denial, then the anger.
“So what! We’ll just die then?! Is that it? Is that what you want!”
The Changeling grinned. “Heaven’s, no. In fact, I want to save your people. As many as I can in fact."
Tundra saw his face have a glimmer of hope, it looks like he got to bargaining. Perfect.
“R-Really?”
“Of course.”
The Namek paused for a moment, immediately becoming skeptical. “Hold on, you’re lying. You’re with them. You already killed some of my people already. Why would you all of the sudden want to help us?”
“Your people had left me no choice, they had already decided to attack us. We had no choice but to defend ourselves.”
“You’re the ones who invaded us, we were defending ourselves from you!”
“Yes, but it was your pointless faith in your “everything would turn out okay”-isms that made them pay the ultimate price. If they had just complied, they’d still be breathing even now.”
“And how do I know you don’t want to kill me? Maybe you’re just trying to get my guard down.”
“Oh, don’t kid yourself. Look at me, I dispatched both of your men without difficulty. You’re stronger than them, but not by much. If I wanted it, you’d be dead already.”
Tundra was really not trying to give this guy any time to think of anything else, he wanted to corner him.
“Enough games, clock’s ticking. The more time we spend doing this little dance of ours, the more of your people perish. Do you want to save your people or not.”
The namekian was reluctant, but nodded his head.
“How do you plan on saving us?”
“Glad to see you wise up. Listen, my leaders will only take you all alive if you’re willing to serve the Planet Trade Organization.”
“...What?”
“You’ll be tasked with the invasion of planets to increase expansion, the participation in hard labor, maintaining the planets we’ve already conquered, you’ll be living under martial law, and you will follow all of our orders exactly without question.”
“What you’re talking about… it’s slavery!”
“Precisely.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to accept that!”
“Did you forget our conversation earlier? It’s either that, or extinction.”
“I’d rather die!”
“Heh, maybe you would. But what about your sons? Are they willing to die? More accurately, are you really willing to make that decision for them? Under my conditions, they’ll still be alive.”
“They’d be living a pointless life!”
“But it’ll be a life. Far from pointless in fact. It is the fate of all things in this universe to kneel to the highest power. And that, my friend, is us. They’ll have a place to live, they’ll have food, they’ll have better training, and they’ll be protected under our military. So long as they do as they are told and don’t step out of line, they’ll be well taken care of.”
The Namek thought long and hard.
“It’ll give your people a future, Namekian.”
“...Okay.”
‘Got him.’ Tundra thought.
He released the other two namekians, leaving them gasping for air.
“Now, I can sense the others. Bring them out. The soldiers will be arriving to round all of you up shortly.”
The Namek commanded the other natives to come out from the Hutts. Tundra was right, they were children. In fact, it was a lot more than he expected. Was this place supposed to be their safe haven or something? If that was true, that was hilarious.
“Good talk. I trust that you’ll help us spread the word after they bring you into custody.”
Tundra flew up above the village, spotting a nearby platoon that was flying through and called for them. As he did so, he could faintly hear the three warriors talking to each other below him.
“I can’t believe you gave your own people to them.” Said one.
“You’re a traitor to us all. You’ve sealed our fates.” Said the other.
“I’m sorry, I-I had no other choice...” Said the leader, clearly ashamed by what he had done.
Tundra couldn’t help but feel satisfied.
‘Mission accomplished.’
Age: 22 (Or at least the human equivalent?)
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Changeling
Transformation Path: Mastery
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength: The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most.Given their natural strength and forms that reduce their power, they gain advantages to using their inferior transformation:
15% additional gains while in First Form.
10% additional gains while in Second Form.
5% additional gains while in Third Form.
Once a Changeling unlocks 100% True form, This trait becomes obsolete.
Adapted to Survival: They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well. They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet. They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Weighted Effects: Changeling have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. (Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%) Though, they excel further while training under gravity. (10% increases on all training done in a gravity chamber.)
Items:
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): PTO
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Personality: Tundra is a cold, calculating, ruthless killer. His thirst for power and supremacy is the main driving force behind most of his actions. When it comes to a fight, while Tundra will fight if the need arises, he prefers to mentally and/or emotionally manipulate people into doing what he wants. He finds that it’s more effective and simply “cleaner” than a brutal fight to the death.
When it comes to other beings outside of his race, from the masochistic, battle hungry monkeys to the cowardly green slugmen, he isn’t particularly fond of them. In fact, he sees them as beneath him. He believes that their rightful place is none other than under the heel of the Planet Trade Organization. As he rises to power, he plans to take great pleasure in reminding the entire universe of this fact.
History: Tundra was born on Planet Frost, where his father was one of the higher ranks in Frost’s military, and regularly took part in the secret enslaving of other worlds. He was brought up being taught about the universe, learning about different races, their cultures, and more importantly, how the Changelings were the perfect race above all the others. Tundra was taught that they were already made to be perfect, they just had to work hard to realize it. As a result, he trained and studied as he grew up, pushing himself to the limits to make sure he would be able to maximize his potential.
Once he entered into his teen years, Tundra found that it was a lot easier to get what you wanted when you were able to pull strings. Using his innocent youth as an advantage, he would regularly start trouble with his peers if it meant that he would be able to get an edge. It was nothing too harsh, but being an immature kid, he was one of the more mischievous ones on Planet Frost.
Eventually, once Planet Frost’s activities were discovered by the USD, things began to take a turn quickly. Tundra, seeing the current course of the universe shifting, took this opportunity to finally join up with the fighting force. He participated in the invasion of Planet Namek as his first mission, and was more than willing to help the PTO achieve its true goal. Tundra fully believed in the cause, and was planning on working his way up the ranks so that he could play a role that was more hands-on.
A few years later, when Tundra became a young adult with some experience under his belt, he was told that he would be sent to Earth. His goal was to assess the world, their defenses, and their resources. And then, he would proceed to do what he has always had to do: Enslave the entire planet and exterminate anyone who resisted.
Techniques: List your techniques here. Remember, you only start with 6!
[ST1] Flight: Tundra can fly.
[ST1] Ki Sense: Can sense the energy from others.
[C1OT1]Energy Blade: Tundra uses his energy to create a solid blade of ki around one of his hands.
[C1] = If the attack lands with a maximum of 10% deducted, the limb it hits will be amputated! (2% bleed damage added per turn.)
[P1OT1] Death Beam: Tundra fires a thin energy beam out of the tip of his index finger.
[P1] = 2.5% of their health in bleed damage per turn. (Until they stop it.)
Roleplay Sample:
It was a triumphant day on Planet Namek.
Well, not for the Namekians, but meh.
Ships belonging to the Planet Trade Organization had scattered across the planet’s surface. A Tundra that was still in his teenage years, alongside other Changelings and PTO soldiers, were heading towards more of the Namekian villages. They had just finished “taking care of” the first batch during the first few hours of the invasion, and were now going to continue to “clean house”. Their orders? Kill all who resisted and enslave the rest.
As Tundra saw the next village come into sight, he was thinking about another way to go about this. Despite their orders, he knew they weren’t supposed to kill ALL of the Namekians. After all, they were supposed to grow their numbers by taking in the natives and making them work for them. He stopped in midair, contemplating what the best course of action was. This was his first invasion, and he wanted to do well.
After a few moments, Tundra decided he wanted to challenge himself. He was going to try to take care of this next village with no casualties. He wanted to do this without brute forcing his way through the problem. After all, they weren’t saiyans. He wanted to prove he could be better than them. First, Tundra had to take care of his appearance. Odds were the Warrior Class Namekians weren’t going to take a four foot scrawny looking alien seriously.
Tundra’s body began to change shape and grow in mass. He gained about 5 feet in height and his muscle mass doubled. As he changed into his second form, he looked a lot more like a hulked out bodybuilder than the small fry he was earlier. Once his transformation was complete, he flew down into the village.
Tundra landed with a lot of force to show off his power. Not to gloat, but to reinforce that he wasn’t to be taken lightly. He wanted to put all of the attention on him and really announce his presence. Three warrior namekians sprung out from the hutts and stood side by side in front of him. ‘Oh how adorable, like little musketeers.’ He thought. The Changeling was a little confused however, sensing a lot more, but much smaller energies from within the hutts.
‘Children?’ Tundra theorized. He doubted it would be elders or other warriors, as they likely would’ve been out here already. He was surprised, amused even, that they hadn’t already been evacuated when the invasion started. Perhaps they thought that they wouldn’t need to flee? That they could protect themselves from whatever threat came their way? He had no idea, but at this point it didn’t matter. Either way, it was hopeless for them. He just had to convince them of that.
“Hold it right there! Leave now, or else we’ll drive you out!” The Namekian in the middle said. By sensing his energy alone, Tundra could tell that he was the strongest of the three. Considering he was the first to speak up and appeared to speak for the rest of them, it would be safe to assume that this one was the leader. If anything was going to get done, Tundra would have to talk to him.
Tundra spread his feet out shoulder width apart and crossed his arms, taking on a more powerful stance.
“Hold it. I’m not here to fight, in fact, I have a proposition for you.”
“We’re not interested.”
“Come now, you can’t really believe you can win this, can you?”
“We’ll do whatever it takes to defend our home!”
There was a brief pause and then Tundra began to laugh, which frustrated the Namekian.
“Get him!”
The one on the right rushed towards him first, but in this form, all of Tundra’s abilities were enhanced. He put one foot up, catching the first Namekian with his right foot, his long toes wrapping his entire torso. He then planted him into the ground beneath him and kept him pinned. The second one appeared to his left, preparing to throw a punch. However, without moving from his position, Tundra parried with his left arm, then countered by grabbing his throat with the same side hand, slightly suffocating him but being careful not to kill him. Both of them struggled to free themselves, but it was no use.
Their leader wanted to attack, but was hesitant. Tundra smirked inwardly, knowing that he had his attention.
“Are you ready to listen now?”
The leader was silent.
“Good. Listen up, our forces have already wiped away many of your people who refused to comply. Your people are strong for your kind, but let us be honest here. You aren’t soldiers. You’re peacekeepers. You all keep to yourselves and don’t try to get stronger. Your pacifism makes you weak.”
“Don’t listen to hi-agh!” One of the Nameks, the one underneath him, tried to speak, but Tundra put more pressure on him, just enough to feel his ribs crack, to keep him quiet. Last thing he needed was a boost of morale.
“Let them g-”
“Be honest,” Tundra interrupted, “You know you can feel your people’s Ki fading away around you. The Planet Trade Organization is all over this planet. We, in pursuit of perfection, are much better equipped in close quarters combat, technological prowess, and battle strategy. Most of your people aren’t even trained to fight, am I wrong?”
The Namekian was silent once more.
“That’s what I thought. For every one of your so-called “warriors” there are a hundred of us and, trust me, I’m being modest. Tell me, what IS your plan to win? What is your strategy? To force us into a corner? Not likely, considering we’ve already appeared on every corner of the globe. Outlast us? Are you really prepared to fight for potentially weeks while simultaneously protecting your young and elderly? Are you prepared to mourn the loss of countless of your sons and brothers? You didn’t even know we were coming, let alone have yourselves prepared for a full scale war. But hold on, maybe I am underestimating you. So tell me, oh wise one, what is your plan?”
He could see the struggle on the Namekian’s face. The leader was trying to think of something, anything. The Namek looked around him, seeing many PTO ships flying through the skies and touching the ground, enemy platoons flying through the air to slay more of his people. There were too many and they were too strong. Eventually, the Namek had figured out their was no way to win. Tundra could see the stages of grief take hold. He saw the denial, then the anger.
“So what! We’ll just die then?! Is that it? Is that what you want!”
The Changeling grinned. “Heaven’s, no. In fact, I want to save your people. As many as I can in fact."
Tundra saw his face have a glimmer of hope, it looks like he got to bargaining. Perfect.
“R-Really?”
“Of course.”
The Namek paused for a moment, immediately becoming skeptical. “Hold on, you’re lying. You’re with them. You already killed some of my people already. Why would you all of the sudden want to help us?”
“Your people had left me no choice, they had already decided to attack us. We had no choice but to defend ourselves.”
“You’re the ones who invaded us, we were defending ourselves from you!”
“Yes, but it was your pointless faith in your “everything would turn out okay”-isms that made them pay the ultimate price. If they had just complied, they’d still be breathing even now.”
“And how do I know you don’t want to kill me? Maybe you’re just trying to get my guard down.”
“Oh, don’t kid yourself. Look at me, I dispatched both of your men without difficulty. You’re stronger than them, but not by much. If I wanted it, you’d be dead already.”
Tundra was really not trying to give this guy any time to think of anything else, he wanted to corner him.
“Enough games, clock’s ticking. The more time we spend doing this little dance of ours, the more of your people perish. Do you want to save your people or not.”
The namekian was reluctant, but nodded his head.
“How do you plan on saving us?”
“Glad to see you wise up. Listen, my leaders will only take you all alive if you’re willing to serve the Planet Trade Organization.”
“...What?”
“You’ll be tasked with the invasion of planets to increase expansion, the participation in hard labor, maintaining the planets we’ve already conquered, you’ll be living under martial law, and you will follow all of our orders exactly without question.”
“What you’re talking about… it’s slavery!”
“Precisely.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to accept that!”
“Did you forget our conversation earlier? It’s either that, or extinction.”
“I’d rather die!”
“Heh, maybe you would. But what about your sons? Are they willing to die? More accurately, are you really willing to make that decision for them? Under my conditions, they’ll still be alive.”
“They’d be living a pointless life!”
“But it’ll be a life. Far from pointless in fact. It is the fate of all things in this universe to kneel to the highest power. And that, my friend, is us. They’ll have a place to live, they’ll have food, they’ll have better training, and they’ll be protected under our military. So long as they do as they are told and don’t step out of line, they’ll be well taken care of.”
The Namek thought long and hard.
“It’ll give your people a future, Namekian.”
“...Okay.”
‘Got him.’ Tundra thought.
He released the other two namekians, leaving them gasping for air.
“Now, I can sense the others. Bring them out. The soldiers will be arriving to round all of you up shortly.”
The Namek commanded the other natives to come out from the Hutts. Tundra was right, they were children. In fact, it was a lot more than he expected. Was this place supposed to be their safe haven or something? If that was true, that was hilarious.
“Good talk. I trust that you’ll help us spread the word after they bring you into custody.”
Tundra flew up above the village, spotting a nearby platoon that was flying through and called for them. As he did so, he could faintly hear the three warriors talking to each other below him.
“I can’t believe you gave your own people to them.” Said one.
“You’re a traitor to us all. You’ve sealed our fates.” Said the other.
“I’m sorry, I-I had no other choice...” Said the leader, clearly ashamed by what he had done.
Tundra couldn’t help but feel satisfied.
‘Mission accomplished.’
