Jun 2, 2022 9:32:11 GMT -5
Post by Tabu on Jun 2, 2022 9:32:11 GMT -5
Character Name
a.k.a. "nickname"
Gender: Male
AGE: 60
Planet: Earth
Race: Namekian
TRANSFORM PATH: n/A
RACIAL TRAITS:
regeneration
Fusion
Flexibility
regeneration
Fusion
Flexibility
ONE TIME USE SPACE POD
FIGHTING STYLE:
Balanced
Balanced
FACTION
SEXUALITY:
Male
Male
Appearance
Appearance
Tabu has a warrior build, heavily muscled and well-maintained, Standing at a towering 7'6 and 270 lbs, the Namekian towers over most beings he encounters. When trying to not draw attention to himself, the Namekian will often don long cloaks of dark colors, hiding his characteristic antennae and green-yellow skin. When forced into battle however, the Namekian favors tight, form-fitting clothing that will not obstruct his movements.
Personality
Tabu is, first and foremost, somewhat of a cynic. Being forced from his home and planet by the PTO and the USD’s subsequent failure to repel the invaders has made the Namekian jaded and bitter towards the universe, often expecting the worst outcome out of a given situation. This pessimistic attitude serves him well in his role of a mercenary, often making him plan for also of the worst-case outcomes, but also leads him to be slow to trust and even slower to let others in on his plans. If he relies solely upon himself, then nobody can betray him after all. Another of the Namekian’s major flaws is his temper. The same bitterness that hangs around the Namekian like a dark cloud has given him a very short fuse, often greatly influencing his approach to any given situation. Tabu wants things done “his way” and will do whatever is necessary to reach that point. If anything interrupts that, then it is a threat to be removed, not an individual to be negotiated with.
To those that get past Tabu’s gruff exterior, however, they will find a being that truly cares about people, cares so incredibly deeply that the hurt of his self-imposed exile gnaws at his conscience near-constantly. To those he trusts, his dry, cutting sense of humor and curious wisdom serve as a steadying and comforting force either in personal interactions or on the battlefield. While Tabu is very goal-focused and has no qualms about killing or employing dirty tricks if he has to, he will often try his best to portray at least some semblance of honor or mercy to those that have gained his friendship or respect.
When left alone, Tabu is an avid reader and collector of knowledge: a holdover from his misspent youth. While he is not the peacekeeper or ambassador that many Namekians prefer to become, the different cultures of the universe are of great interest to the Namekian, and he will try to study them from afar if at all possible.
To those that get past Tabu’s gruff exterior, however, they will find a being that truly cares about people, cares so incredibly deeply that the hurt of his self-imposed exile gnaws at his conscience near-constantly. To those he trusts, his dry, cutting sense of humor and curious wisdom serve as a steadying and comforting force either in personal interactions or on the battlefield. While Tabu is very goal-focused and has no qualms about killing or employing dirty tricks if he has to, he will often try his best to portray at least some semblance of honor or mercy to those that have gained his friendship or respect.
When left alone, Tabu is an avid reader and collector of knowledge: a holdover from his misspent youth. While he is not the peacekeeper or ambassador that many Namekians prefer to become, the different cultures of the universe are of great interest to the Namekian, and he will try to study them from afar if at all possible.
History
Tabu was born not a warrior, but a scholar.
The Namekian’s parent was a prominent philosopher among the Dragon Clan, famous planetwide for his deep ponderings of the universe, and his overwhelming magical might. Tabu was intentended as the heir to Afox’s grand legacy, but it was quickly apparent that the egg fell quite far from the tree. The young Namekian had little interest for the intricacies and complexity of this of one treatise when set against another, rather preferring to explore the breadth of his magical abilities. Afox was supportive of his son and student’s passion for the magical arts, but worried at the boy’s inclination towards combat. While it was true that the Dragon Clan did not entirely rely upon their counterparts to defend their home, neither did many of their clan have close to the lust for battle that Tabu exhibited. The Dragon Clan member took to spending long hours with his son, strolling across their beautiful planet or clustered in a comfortable chair in his personal library, seeking to tame the boy’s wild nature.
As Namek turned and the years went by, Tabu indeed mellowed out, at least on the surface. To reassure his father, he dutifully attended lectures and wrote his due diligence as a member of Dragon Clan society, but secretly desired more. The life of a scholar simply felt too…restricting for Tabu’s adventurous spirit, especially when there was a whole galaxy to see and explore, so many warriors to test his might against. The Namekian took to sneaking away during his spare moments, observing the Hydra clan members as they trained and practiced, even secretly attending a few sessions with the hand of a few rudimentary magical glamours. It was entirely possible that this would have been the next few decades of Tabu’s life, if the PTO had not come.
It was a day like any other: watching over the rows of Hydra clan members as they practiced at a nearby village, storing away their movements for future practice while listening intently to the instructor park. Then, a ki signature so large that it overwhelmed Tabu’s awareness flashed into being, before a light as bright as the suns lit up his field of view, sending the Namekian flying backwards into a nearby lake. Tabu awoke after a few hours, the taste of ozone in his mouth and wounds covering his body, but it was already too late. Namek as it had existed for centuries was no more. Now, it was little more than a PTO subsidiary.
As one of the few Dragon clan members that had escaped the PTO’s round-up, Tabu wandered his home for a few months, searching in vain for hope. The Grand Elder a puppet, the Hydras either subordinated, recruited by the USD or fled. It was clear that if Tabu wished to gain the power needed to free his home, he would need to travel the universe. Stealing an attack pod, Tabu set out to explore the universe.
The reality of it all, however, was that the universe was harsh, cold and dark. Tabu was beaten down, tricked and betrayed, and was even forced to work as a mercenary to survive. The once idealistic Namekian grew cynical, harsh, his goal seemingly ever-distant from reality. Contract after contract, job after job, something broke in the Namekian each time.
His latest contract, however was something different, taking him to the planet known as Earth…
The Namekian’s parent was a prominent philosopher among the Dragon Clan, famous planetwide for his deep ponderings of the universe, and his overwhelming magical might. Tabu was intentended as the heir to Afox’s grand legacy, but it was quickly apparent that the egg fell quite far from the tree. The young Namekian had little interest for the intricacies and complexity of this of one treatise when set against another, rather preferring to explore the breadth of his magical abilities. Afox was supportive of his son and student’s passion for the magical arts, but worried at the boy’s inclination towards combat. While it was true that the Dragon Clan did not entirely rely upon their counterparts to defend their home, neither did many of their clan have close to the lust for battle that Tabu exhibited. The Dragon Clan member took to spending long hours with his son, strolling across their beautiful planet or clustered in a comfortable chair in his personal library, seeking to tame the boy’s wild nature.
As Namek turned and the years went by, Tabu indeed mellowed out, at least on the surface. To reassure his father, he dutifully attended lectures and wrote his due diligence as a member of Dragon Clan society, but secretly desired more. The life of a scholar simply felt too…restricting for Tabu’s adventurous spirit, especially when there was a whole galaxy to see and explore, so many warriors to test his might against. The Namekian took to sneaking away during his spare moments, observing the Hydra clan members as they trained and practiced, even secretly attending a few sessions with the hand of a few rudimentary magical glamours. It was entirely possible that this would have been the next few decades of Tabu’s life, if the PTO had not come.
It was a day like any other: watching over the rows of Hydra clan members as they practiced at a nearby village, storing away their movements for future practice while listening intently to the instructor park. Then, a ki signature so large that it overwhelmed Tabu’s awareness flashed into being, before a light as bright as the suns lit up his field of view, sending the Namekian flying backwards into a nearby lake. Tabu awoke after a few hours, the taste of ozone in his mouth and wounds covering his body, but it was already too late. Namek as it had existed for centuries was no more. Now, it was little more than a PTO subsidiary.
As one of the few Dragon clan members that had escaped the PTO’s round-up, Tabu wandered his home for a few months, searching in vain for hope. The Grand Elder a puppet, the Hydras either subordinated, recruited by the USD or fled. It was clear that if Tabu wished to gain the power needed to free his home, he would need to travel the universe. Stealing an attack pod, Tabu set out to explore the universe.
The reality of it all, however, was that the universe was harsh, cold and dark. Tabu was beaten down, tricked and betrayed, and was even forced to work as a mercenary to survive. The once idealistic Namekian grew cynical, harsh, his goal seemingly ever-distant from reality. Contract after contract, job after job, something broke in the Namekian each time.
His latest contract, however was something different, taking him to the planet known as Earth…
Techniques
[OT1/Ranged] Whirl, O Flame
Drawing on his magical might, Tabu produces aa column of bright flame that will quickly consume any conventional material it contacts. While not carrying the sheer explosive might of many conventional attacks, the sheer temperature of the technique is just as dangerous to the unprepared.
[OT1/Physical] Hydra Lash
Tabu concentrates his ki in his fist, forming a golden head like that of the mythical hydra, before striking a foe with immense force.
[DT1] Dimensional Isolation:
By flooding his body with energy, Tabu is able to displace his physical body a half-step from reality, essentially phasing through most attacks. Sufficiently fast techniques will be able to hit him before the transference is completed, and sufficiently powerful attacks will be able to overwhelm this technique's ability to avoid damage.
[ST1] Telekinesis
The ability to move and manipulate objects with only the power of Tabu's mind. Tabu cannot lift objects severely beyond his ability to reasonably lift with his physical body, but can freely accelerate, stop, or rotate an object in a 3D space. Tabu can nteract with objects within a number of meters equal to his PL divided by 100 x the technique's rank.
[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.
Roleplay Sample
It was a very grumpy Tabu that trudged up towards the gleaming mansion atop a hill.
By all accounts, the day had been rather successful. After a week or two of long stakeouts, he had finally found the target of his contract: a famous band of kidnappers and thieves famous for their ability to breach the homes of the rich and powerful nearly undetected. Tabu’s contract was twofold: first, rescue the child of the planet’s nobility safe and unharmed, and second, obliterate as much of the thieves as he could without causing a scene. To most mercenaries, the combination of holographic disguises and rough magical glamours would have made the band damn-near invisible, but, unfortunately for them, Tabu had the dual advantages of Namekian hearing and a passing familiarity with glamour magic. A few weeks of searching and more than one uncomfortable stakeout in the planet’s near-perpetual rain had allowed him to locate and “negotiate” their hostage’s release.
Unfortunately, the Namekian’s employers had not seen fit to mention that the band’s leader, a Changeling named Froze, was no simple cat burglar. It had taken nearly everything Tabu had possessed to push the alien back, leaving them both with severe wounds and barely allowing the Namekian to escape with his prize. Tabu hadn’t even had the time to gather the energy necessary to heal himself of his injuries nor correct his heavy limp. On top of that, the battle had left the child terrified and its wails and screams grated at Tabu’s sensitive ears. He had tried rocking the child, but no amount of comforting words or Yardratian street food had silenced the babies tries. Thus, the Namekian’s splitting headache.
“They better pay damn well for this or I’m gonna shove one of those rings up their-“
“Famous thieving bands are so convenient no?”
The Namekian slid to a halt as a pompous voice entered earshot. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was Lord Sanza and his wife Furare talking happily from their overly gaudy sitting room. Even with the ears of his species, the sound was barely perceptible over the driving rain, but the few snippets he could hear didn’t exactly improve his mood.
“-rid of second chi-“
“-no messy succession crisis! Really its doing them both a fav-“
“Omo was the more genetically pure anyways.”
Hot anger stirred in the Namekians guts, his ki rising like a billowing flame. The only thing Tabu hated being deceived and used was honor-less scum, and trying to kill one’s offspring barely a few years old definitely ticked both boxes. The Namekian raised his staff to burn the mansion to slag!
And the child began to rapidly sneeze.
Anger fading slightly, the Namekian adjusted the bundle to be better covered by the cloak he wore to keep off the rain, thinking furiously. There was no telling whether the Lord and Lady had more warriors like that “Froze” in their service, and if his attack failed it would mean months of running and hiding to dodge the assassins, and that wasn’t even considering the damage to his reputation.
And then there was the matter of the child.
As far as anyone knew, he could have been killed by his clash with Froze. Not many knew of the Namekians’ powerful regenerative abilities, able to turn lethal damage into something that could be healed over the course of a few hours. On top of that, one could reasonably assume that the clash would have killed the child if Tabu hadn’t shielded it. As far as their lordships knew, their plan would have been successful. If he revealed himself…..
Swearing viciously at his luck, Tabu spun on his heel, making for a nearby orphanage that he knew of. The proprietor was an old client of his: they would ensure that the child was handled discreetly. It would mean hiding out on some backwater for a month or two until the investigations blew over, but the child would be safe.
At least this way, Tabu could make a difference
….
By all accounts, the day had been rather successful. After a week or two of long stakeouts, he had finally found the target of his contract: a famous band of kidnappers and thieves famous for their ability to breach the homes of the rich and powerful nearly undetected. Tabu’s contract was twofold: first, rescue the child of the planet’s nobility safe and unharmed, and second, obliterate as much of the thieves as he could without causing a scene. To most mercenaries, the combination of holographic disguises and rough magical glamours would have made the band damn-near invisible, but, unfortunately for them, Tabu had the dual advantages of Namekian hearing and a passing familiarity with glamour magic. A few weeks of searching and more than one uncomfortable stakeout in the planet’s near-perpetual rain had allowed him to locate and “negotiate” their hostage’s release.
Unfortunately, the Namekian’s employers had not seen fit to mention that the band’s leader, a Changeling named Froze, was no simple cat burglar. It had taken nearly everything Tabu had possessed to push the alien back, leaving them both with severe wounds and barely allowing the Namekian to escape with his prize. Tabu hadn’t even had the time to gather the energy necessary to heal himself of his injuries nor correct his heavy limp. On top of that, the battle had left the child terrified and its wails and screams grated at Tabu’s sensitive ears. He had tried rocking the child, but no amount of comforting words or Yardratian street food had silenced the babies tries. Thus, the Namekian’s splitting headache.
“They better pay damn well for this or I’m gonna shove one of those rings up their-“
“Famous thieving bands are so convenient no?”
The Namekian slid to a halt as a pompous voice entered earshot. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was Lord Sanza and his wife Furare talking happily from their overly gaudy sitting room. Even with the ears of his species, the sound was barely perceptible over the driving rain, but the few snippets he could hear didn’t exactly improve his mood.
“-rid of second chi-“
“-no messy succession crisis! Really its doing them both a fav-“
“Omo was the more genetically pure anyways.”
Hot anger stirred in the Namekians guts, his ki rising like a billowing flame. The only thing Tabu hated being deceived and used was honor-less scum, and trying to kill one’s offspring barely a few years old definitely ticked both boxes. The Namekian raised his staff to burn the mansion to slag!
And the child began to rapidly sneeze.
Anger fading slightly, the Namekian adjusted the bundle to be better covered by the cloak he wore to keep off the rain, thinking furiously. There was no telling whether the Lord and Lady had more warriors like that “Froze” in their service, and if his attack failed it would mean months of running and hiding to dodge the assassins, and that wasn’t even considering the damage to his reputation.
And then there was the matter of the child.
As far as anyone knew, he could have been killed by his clash with Froze. Not many knew of the Namekians’ powerful regenerative abilities, able to turn lethal damage into something that could be healed over the course of a few hours. On top of that, one could reasonably assume that the clash would have killed the child if Tabu hadn’t shielded it. As far as their lordships knew, their plan would have been successful. If he revealed himself…..
Swearing viciously at his luck, Tabu spun on his heel, making for a nearby orphanage that he knew of. The proprietor was an old client of his: they would ensure that the child was handled discreetly. It would mean hiding out on some backwater for a month or two until the investigations blew over, but the child would be safe.
At least this way, Tabu could make a difference
….
FC NAME from SERIES
