Post by Calot on Jul 20, 2022 20:33:20 GMT -5
Name: Calot Tirisfel
Age: 27
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan/Demon
Transformation Path: Custom (Demon/Saiyan Hybrid)
Racial Traits: Warrior's Pride, Zenkai, and The Tail of a Saiyan
Items: One Time Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: MOTIVATION!
Appearance:
Personality: Calot, as a whole, is calm, collected, strong willed, yet relatively introverted save for the select few he decides to let into his inner fold of friends, constantly maintaining an aura of fearlessness. Other than those lucky enough to land themselves in his good graces, Calot cares little for the well-being of those around him, and is unrelenting in his pursuit of power; however, in spite of his cold and ruthless demeanor, he is an honorable warrior who maintains his own set of morals and disciplines. For instance, Kyoto, the electric blue and black katana handed to him as the heir to the family heirloom, is one thing he cherishes despite his generally cold and dismissive nature. The young hybrid also despises fighting dirty and refuses to use things such as firearms or technically based gadgets to aid in battle, deeming them to be unworthy of a "true warrior", though he will still use ranged attacks if they can be made to originate from a melee weapon. Calot also refuses to finish any opponent who is unfortunate enough to come upon his path toward greater power who happens to be less than full strength. Whether it be from his haughty Demon genetics or prideful Saiyan blood flowing through his veins, Calot takes greater pleasure in finishing off an opponent when at their greatest strength- for better, or for worse. One can see, however, that his "code" is less focused on fundamental morality and more on demonstrating his superiority. As a result, he is completely willing to use potentially dishonorable techniques or strategies in order to get an advantage or when he has no other choice. He also has a propensity to speak in a very formal and perhaps antiquated matter, perhaps as a result of his bias toward classic literature as a young boy that continues to persist into his adulthood.
Unlike other hybrids of ambiguous origin, Calot is willing to embrace both sides of his family, though he is a touch more biased toward his demonic heritage, and aspires to follow and emulate the authority and self-possessed nature of his father. With Calot's primary goal in life being to acquire even more power, demonically rooted or not, in order to one day surpass him. His preoccupation with power being near character defining, which very likely derives from the loss of his family when he was a child, the solitude he was forced into as a result, and his subsequent and prior idolization of said father. Seeking power as compensation for failing to protect his only kin. His failure also has made him forsake most close relationships, due to his perceived fragility of mortality as a whole. He links the acquisition of power to loss or sacrifice, believing that while power is attainable by any means, pain is the greatest cultivator of it.
History: A dimly lit night brought two contrasting souls together in intimacy, and such was the beginning of the end for Anaheim Tirisfel.
Anaheim was of royal heritage, a noble who was one of many sons in line for their father's throne atop the heap of Demon clans they had come to conquer and integrate into their fold over the hundreds of years they reigned in dominant fashion. Of course, in comparison to the likes of the original Demon King and his ongoing bloodline, they were still small fish in a much larger pond. However, to ignore their field of influence would be foolishness, and Anaheim knew that with their power he could expand their current operation to potentially even greater heights, beyond the likes of which any Demon clan had ever seen before.
The only thing that remained in his way were his own kin, and considering his lack of attachment as is, it meant next to nothing to Anaheim as he watched each be felled one by one to the family blade, Kyoto.
Under normal circumstances, such acts of fratricide would call for ample punishment- instead, to Anaheim's father, it meant a needed culling of the weak, and soon enough, once his father passed, Anaheim took the helm with great pride. He ruled ruthlessly, and many a man and woman fell in his warpath's wake, just as his father before him once did.
However, eventually, the unthinkable would occur, and the man who had slaughtered all of his kin for the iron fist he now reigned with began to tire of the endless bloodlust his position brought him. While not out of a moral basis by any means, the continuous monotony of murder and marauding began to grow boring to the young man, and soon enough, he ached for a change of scenery and pace in order to shake up his repetitive ruling.
Which was why, in due course, Anaheim found himself amongst the Saiyans of Plant, initially planning on taking land now from the physical plane to ensure he held parts of both the mortal realm and the Demon realm under his heel. Instead, he found himself, neutered, and entirely unmotivated to go through with his cruel crusade.
Rather, Anaheim suddenly found himself fraternizing with the so-called enemy. Beginning to become enamored with their proud warrior lifestyle that still somehow found time for familial ties to be made in the process, and soon the seeds of doubt in his own path in life were slowly sewn. The head of the Tirisfel clan started to want something that no Demon of his own upbringing should ever dare to yearn for- and that was a life of quiet and tranquility, with a family that he could care for and look after. While regret was never something that crossed his mind, the visions of the countless families and households that he had come across in his travels gave him more than base to lay the foundations of his yearnings upon.
To his luck, it did not take very long for Anaheim to find someone he gravitated toward, as he quickly met his better half in the form of a Saiyan fighter, Lottus Haddock. The two got along like a house on fire, and quickly following the night they had first met, they found they had conceived a child together. Just as Anaheim had always wanted.
In the years following, the family came to welcome two children- one of which being Calot and then his younger brother, Dande. The brothers couldn't be more contrasting in personality, with Calot taking after his father, and Dande taking more after his mother. Needless to say, however, the two brothers already had a better relationship than what Anaheim had with his own siblings, something that the father had no qualms with speaking at lengths about with the two, seeing as they weren't necessarily the best ideal citizens themselves.
In fact, Anaheim had no problems with talking about his past with both his consort and children, as he found it to be only business despite all the lives- both deserving and undeserving- he had cut down in his reign's wake. Not only that, but he thought it to be a good life lesson of sorts, as despite him not exactly understanding the squeamishness that came from his wife whenever he brought his past up into conversation, the former Tirisfel clan leader could at least tell something of it bothered her to no end, and thus he hoped his children would not attempt to follow in his footsteps if they heard firsthand what that would dare entail.
Sadly, while it seemed to work wonders for Dande, it only appeared to do the opposite for Calot- who believed firmly that his father could do no wrong, and that all who fell by the family sword were only those completely deserving. It only made him idolize his father even more, something that he would carry all the way to adulthood.
As a child however, it remained much less present, as Calot was much too busy enjoying what normal Saiyan Demon children do when they were in the midst of their youthful ages, and that was shut himself away from most of society in exchange for the solace of literature and writing. Saiyan and Demon blood did run through his veins, but the introverted young boy lacked the passion to do anything with his gifted genetics, and held a lack of fire underneath him so to speak.
That was, until, his entire world shattered all around him in the blink of an eye.
Calot had been enjoying the sweet solitude the wastes near his family's village had provided him with, nature acting as his comforting backdrop as he dove nose first into a poetry book his mother had given him for his eleventh birthday when all the sudden the ground beneath him rocked what felt like the whole planet to its very core. Growing nervous, Calot looked up from his poetry book's pages, only to be greeted by the sight of fire and flame pluming in pillars high above the sky directly above where his family's village now sat.
Immediate instinct told him to run, run as fast as he could back home, in the hopes something, or even someone could be salvaged from the singes, but before he was able to make his way, darkened figures descended upon him from the shadows of the rock formations before him. His eyes widened as he realized who they were from their very energies, demons- but why were they here on Plant of all places? They had no business here!
Thankfully, Anaheim was an insistent teacher of his sons in the art of combat, amongst other things, alongside Lottus, and even as a young boy of the age of eleven, he was still a son of Anaheim, and he was able to deal with the lesser savages, though not without a great fight made of the ordeal.
Once done, however, battered, bloodied, and bruised, Calot then rushed home as fast as he could, his legs nearly collapsing under his own weight with every hurried step taken back toward home. But, such haste was all for naught, as upon entering what was once a place of safety and happiness for him now instead stood as the cause of pain that would be echoed throughout the rest of his years of continued existence. His eyes filling with tears as he watched each and every place he had once known be hungrily devoured by a torrent of flaming orange blaze- entire streetways being lined with ash and smoke.
Slowing to a staggering pace, Calot prayed to whatever God there was that something be left of his own family, that he hadn't been left in this world to fend by his lonesome- but no such prayer was answered, and in the place of the Tirisfel family home sat a pile of burnt wood and stone.
It appeared as though his father's past had finally caught up to him, and whether it be from victims of his aiming for revenge, or members of his own clan seeking to usurp a throne long since emptied, it mattered not to Calot now. What he knew what that he now was fully alone, with nothing but the family blade being left in the remains of the place he once called home left to comfort him.
Taking it, Calot lived by his lonesome for years after the incident- picking up odd jobs here and there to afford basic necessities, but mostly keeping to himself in the embrace of the wilderness of Vegeta as a whole. His heart hardening with every day spent left breathing in the wake of his family being taken from him. In his anguish's place, however, began to grow a new feeling.
A deep, ravenous yearning that threatened to take him whole if he couldn't gain the one thing that would give him some form of compensation-
Power.
If he had more power, he could have defeated the initial onslaught of demons faster. If he had more power, he'd have been able to make his way back to the village faster. If he had just a bit more power, he could have saved his family, and, if not anything else, at least the life of his dearest younger brother.
But no. He had been too weak. Too reserved, too withdrawn to have been able to at least even stayed to die alongside them.
And now he remained to pay the price.
Soon enough, Calot's obsessive crusade for power began to manifest, and once he was done exhausting whatever means or measures that were available to him for greater strength on Vegeta, he decided to pay the planet his beloved poetry book had come from a visit for potential further avenues toward what he yearned for, Earth.
For his soul was still at odds with the world that had forsaken him, and to defy the world meant he needed only one thing-
Techniques:
[OT1] Penetrating Punishment: Calot, with Kyoto, imbues the demonic blade with a mixture of magic and Ki to attack enemies at a distance from the user. Wherein Calot slides back and slashes so quickly that he appears to only unsheathe and resheathe Kyoto as a cone shaped distortion protrudes outward from the demonic Saiyan, and within that distortion forms a dark purple orb that engulfs the opponent and causes a a more intense visual distortion that is then covered in slashes.
[OT1] Decisive Deanimator: Calot, wielding the Kyoto, charges forward as his entire body is imbued with electricity, slashing rapidly at his target, creating a great deal of rift-based cuts in his path.
[DT1] Unfaltering Fade: Focusing, Calot appears to move instantaneously from one spot to another, leaving nothing but a fierce motion blur in his original spot before reappearing in his new position.
[ST] Flight: Calot, by exalting motivation, can fly.
[ST] Tail Mastery: Through torturous time spent training his bodily resistance, Calot no longer can be paralyzed by means of tail pulling.
[ST] Ki Sense: Heightened sensitivity to both magical signatures and life force allows for Calot to sense the strength of his opponent inherently.
Roleplay Sample:
The moonlit sky hung above the hooded young man's head like a bad omen, as his heavy footsteps echoed through the damp and cold streetways of Vegeta City, nearly unheard amidst the clamorous crowds that littered the sidewalk beside him. It had been a rainy few days for the shining star of the the Elite District of Vegeta, and this night had mostly been no different- with only small respites of drizzle and dampness scattering the short in-betweens of the storms that now frequented Vegeta City. For others, it meant a cutting down on the after hours hangouts, perhaps a lessening of traversing the normally bustling nightlife of the city to keep ones head less wet than was needed.
But for one hardhearted hybrid, it signaled opportunity.
Calot Tirisfel had been looking for an opening like this one for quite a long time. After years traversing corner to corner of the planet for means to meet his end goal of absolute strength, every avenue currently known to him on the planet had finally been exhausted. Following this, he looked to remedy his trail going dark by making a change of scenery for the time being. To try and offer up to him some fresh leads in his quest to further his own strength. Subsequently, this meant that the young man aimed to finally do what his father had similarly once done all those years ago- and that was to make a pilgrimage to another planet fit to act as a means to his own ends.
This, however, was much easier said than done- Calot himself was already near a nobody due to his shut in nature as a child, and then had virtually been made off the grid with the disappearance of his family and thereafter the loss of whatever important documentation that he'd be able to use to his advantage. He truly was a ghost to the general public, and that included the government of Vegeta itself, and thus made it quite difficult for him to get certain things that regular, registered citizens would be able to attain. That being specifically, a means by which to get him off this godforsaken rock in the first place.
And seeing as his magical manipulation was nowhere near the level it needed to be for spacial traversal from plane to plane, Calot knew there was but one way to get what he was in need of currently, and that was of course, illegally.
Being off the grid was not always something to curse, Calot would come to find, as it meant he essentially had no identity to be tied down to. And even if there was a small possibility his name was written down somewhere for safekeeping, he believed it likely for him to be presumed dead after disappearing immediately after the incident that cost him his world, and his everything. This meant that Calot, so long as he wasn't caught, could theoretically get away with any crime.
Which was exactly what Calot looked to do on this rainy night in Vegeta City. Being home to an innumerable amount of nobles and aristocrats, this simultaneously meant that Vegeta City held within it many a housing hangar built to hold onto many of the royals' personal space cruisers. Left guarded by all sorts of securely made security regiments and such. Despite this, however, the quality of security did happen to vary from family to family, and while the margin of quality was slim between the better off nobles and the barely bordering ones, it was enough for Calot to potentially take advantage of.
This, coupled with the comforting embrace of the shadows alongside him, gave Calot the backdrop necessary to pull off such a heist.
He already had a hangar in mind for this clever caper to take place in, one that was luckily located around the edges of the city proper- apparently the location was chosen for easy exit access outside of the city, instead of having to deal with the difficulty that came with having to find a sensible place to port out of when it came to the hangers more deeply set in the inner parts of the city itself. Not only that, but the nearest policing station was located a good several blocks off of the area itself, and if things went according to plan, the conniving crossbreed would need not even worry about them anyways.
Continuing his way down the street, his eyes looked up from the poetry book pages that they had been glued to seconds prior, a devilish glint shining within his gaze as he was met with the sight of the hangar a mere three blocks away from he. Closing the book, Calot placed it within his coat, readjusting his collar before making his way into one of the alleyways to his left- disappearing into its shadowy embrace with little difficulty, vanishing from plain sight.
It was quicker for him to cross through the backways of the city anyways, as it's hard to draw attention from places no one expects to give any to. In mere minutes he was face to face with the building proper, positioning himself on the sidewalk across from the entrance as he eyed it down with a calculative glare.
The wistful waif waited in silence as he closed his eyes, attempting to feel out any present power levels that he'd need to dispatch of before taking leave with his prize, and sure enough, there were currently four in total surrounding the entire hangar. Two for each end, all set similarly in terms of strength. Sadly, still not strong enough for the storm that was to approach.
Moving to a darker, more secluded corner of the street, Calot began to turn the lights down low for the lot, blasting out every visible light source he could see that surrounded the immediate area of the hangar, listening to the curious clamoring of the current company present as it began. To ensure it didn't seem like foul play, Calot made sure to move fast enough to where it was though every light was snuffed in near unison, and made doubly sure to make the size of the Ki blasts used as small as it could be to avoid any visual cues as well. After a few moments spent waiting, and no audible alarm being tripped, it was time for him to make his move.
Utilizing a mixture of both Ki control and magical manipulation, Calot phased through the chain-link fence of the hangar a few yards off the middle portion of the hangar, nothing but a gentle whisking of the fence behind him signaling his arrival. Eyes narrowing through the newfound darkness of the place, Calot mostly followed his senses, swiftly pushing himself against the walls of the hangar and sneaking himself toward the entrance portion of the hangar itself by feeling out the two guards' energy signatures nearby it. Eventually, he found himself mere feet away from the two, to the point where he could hear the growing rain bounce off of their B-grade Saiyan armor.
Stopping himself, Calot was about to move when he began to hear them speak.
"Rain's starting up again, it seems."
An audible sigh echoed from the other man's lips.
"Remind me why the boss wouldn't let us stay inside for the last bit of our shift? We get out in twenty minutes, for Kami's sake, no halfwit, two cent criminal is gonna be crawling around this late at night to steal a whole ass cruiser."
"That's what you think, but it's like what my dad always said, it's the nights you least expect problems that always go down the shitter."
"Your dad always says shit, it don't mean it always sticks. Here, I bet if I turn my scouter on right now, there wouldn't be anyone else but us showing up for another twenty, no, thirty blocks."
"You wanna bet?"
Before the former guard could be proven right, however, Calot leapt from the shadows behind the two, one hand gripping his sheath while the other placed itself on the handle at the end of it. It took one, short, yet fatal flick of the wrist to cut down the both of them in one fell swoop, both bodies hitting the floor just as the roaring boom of thunder came to cover up the sound of the hybrid's misdeeds.
At least, that's what Calot thought had occurred, as he realized he had only heard one body hit the dirt in his wake. Moving as fast as he could, Calot barely caught the other guard before he had time to call out to his comrades on the other side of the building, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him into the ground back first, leaving him to stare up into the silhouette of the hybrid's face amongst his hood. Thankfully, it seemed as though the guard understood the peril that he was in, and needless to say, was dead silent in the face of his imminent end. Instead, in place of his own flesh being sliced through in one, clean, clave, what he heard was a question.
"The key."
"W-what?"
"The key, or, keycard, whatever you use to enter and exit the hangar, give it to me."
"I-it should be on Jicama's belt, p-please man, don't hurt me- I'm just a part timer, this doesn't mean nothing to me..."
Eyes narrowing, Calot relented, and after leaving the guard to grovel in his place, he made his way over to the lesser fortunate guard's motionless body, searching through his pockets until he felt what seemed to be a ring of keys rub up against the back of his palm. Taking it, Calot looked behind him, still making out the murky outline of the other guard to his left.
"Leave. And if you know what's good for you, you will do it quietly."
Without another word, the guard scrambled to his feet, slipping and sliding in the dirt as he comedically crawled his way up and over the fence gate, falling to the pavement in a heap before running down the street, tail tucked safely between his legs.
With that out of the way, Calot made his way over to the security door leading into the hangar, testing each key until he found one that fit the slot. Wasting no time, the Demon Saiyan slid his way indoors, shutting the door behind him gently, running a hand through his wet hair in an effort to delouse some of the water soaked into his now heavy locks.
Wanting to remain discrete, Calot created a small ball of azure Ki as a makeshift light source, walking around the hangar and illuminating the portions of various ships and cruisers before coming upon one that he thought would fit his needs.
Much smaller than every other ship within the warehouse, this spaceship in particular seemed to be one reserved for emergency trips, as it was not nearly the type of luxury cruiser that he would expect one of high nobility to house in their own personal guarded hangar. It seemed like one saved for sentimental reasons, as it was exceedingly well worn, and was one of the models that was only able to seat one Saiyan for space travel. Either way, it seemed tailormade for the young man anyways, as he wasn't planning on any return trips anytime soon.
Pressing a button on the side of the pod, the front hatch then opened, revealing the small yet cozy leather lined insides of the pod, seemingly prepared for take off as is. And considering how hard it would be to smuggle a stolen single passenger pod like this through the streets of Vegeta City, it looked as though Calot was bound to leave much, much sooner than originally planned.
Sitting down inside the pod, Calot took the time to dial in the memorized coordinates of Earth on the ancient looking destination pad, whilst also moving to throw the ring of keys to the wayside, only stopping when noticing something that wasn't at all key-like upon the ring itself. Bringing it closer to the continuously floating orb of Ki beside him, his eyes focused until he realized exactly what he was looking at.
It was a family portrait, with a woman, and two children- two sons of younger age, and who looked to be their father carrying them underneath his arms.
It goes without saying the young man disposed of the ring of sentimentality soon after that, and as the pod began to close in on him, and the darkness tickling the edges of his vision as the last of his burning blue Ki died out, the young man closed his eyes in thought, memories having been brought to the surface the likes of which he never wished to face again for a long, long time.
But as the darkness brought him in full embrace, and his mind drifted from this conscious plane, he was merely reminded such visions of past agony were nothing more than a burning memory. With the hurt and heartache wafting away as the pod blasted off through the roof of the hangar, soon enough leaving both city and planet far behind in its path, in search of something better.
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Custom Transformation Tree:
Resplendent Demon Primate (Starter Transformation):
In light of Calot's mixed noble blood, his Oozaru form has been afflicted with genetic mutation, and while size and transformation trigger remains the same, much of the standard Oozaru aesthetic has been marred by Demonic malignance. When transformed, Calot's Great Ape form appears as an eldritch looking abomination with eyes dotted along all his body and head, with large jagged teeth hanging from his mouth, and ebony claws adorning his enlarged fingers allowing him to get around on all fours with relative ease, where he prefers to be. Open cuts and massive tears in the skin are visible throughout his entire body, as though the very transformation pains him to no end to have to undergo. His most prominent features, however, being the thick root-like layers of veins that cover his body, encircling his face and reaching up to form a spiked tip upon his head, a faint homage to the tuft of hair most regular Oozaru come to have in their respective form. The commonplace Oozaru hair, while much thinner than most others and colored black as opposed to brown, remains mostly present throughout his torso, shoulders, and head. His full height draws him nearly above ten stories, Calot's fierce visage befitting that of the spawn of both noble Demon blood and Saiyan warrior genes.
[x8, Must have Oozaru Mastery technique to have control of this form.]
Sinful Strength Trigger:
Focusing all of his willpower, Calot, using demonically magical means, forces his body to enter a flow-like state, allowing for him to push past his limits as though it was second nature through sheer force of will alone. Illustrated by a chrome blue like aura encompassing his entire body, whilst his eyes become outlined by murky, web-like markings, stretching forth from his eyes and spreading like a growing tumor upon his brow the longer he exudes such extra strength.
[x4 Power level, can be stacked for an added +4 to any Sin Trigger transformation at 175,000 PL, cannot be used for long periods due to physical strain (Maximum of four turns)]
Unshackled Sin Trigger: Calot's equivalent to the Super Saiyan form of legend, the coldhearted crossbreed's version of the form has had its strength magnified by demonic tampering, and along with a paler version of the normally brilliantly blonde hairdo, Calot's aura shrouds around him in the form of a heavy mist comprised of black, purplish, ink-like substance, swirling and curling around him like the smoke of a dying fire. His eyes also taking on a purple haze rather than the cerulean color most other Saiyans come to have.
[x18][Must have 155,000 Power level and be triggered by an intense emotion for the first time in order to trigger this state.]
Mastered Sin Trigger: A further refined version of Calot's equivalent to his corrupt version of the Super Saiyan transformation. In this form, Calot's hair now shines with a nearly white color to it, and his body slims down more than usual to support a more speed reliant frame, whilst his entire upper body becomes encased in an oddly reptilian looking blue overcoat of spiny skin. Cracks upon the chest of his encased torso now also appearing, as though struggling to contain his massive power. His eyes, in replacement of the once purple glint that guided them, now crackle ferociously with the electric blue Ki characteristic at one point to his mother, but his face becomes much more demon like in appearance, with sharpened fangs and what looks to be thorns sprouting from every cornerpiece of his face. His once murky, muddled aura now blooms with a bluish-white glow, but he also gains a reddish-magenta inner aura shrouded by magenta lightning. The eruption of his ki is so intense it resembles a massive geyser.
[40x][380,000 Power level required to access this state]
Nefarious Usurper: Calling upon his noble blood, Calot can shed the mortal coil within his inherently marred Oozaru form in order to fully take on a pureblood demon equivalent of the Saiyan's giant monkey- becoming a more colossal yet humanoid creature with innumerable eyes now covered all along his body and head, large sharp teeth and claws still scarily present, yet more refined in appearance. The thick root-like layers of veins that covered his body his body as an Oozaru persist, yet strangely appear to be more orderly, encircling his face and reaching up to form a spiked "crown" on his head now. In his standing form, thicker veins with spiked tips drape down from his back like a cloak.
[x50][450,000 Power Level required to achieve this state, ruthlessness and disdain for mortal beings heavily increased, may be able to distinguish friend from foe, but may not care]
Mortal Coil: Realizing the folly of relying too much on one side of his family, Calot learns to merge the best of both worlds together- utilzing the mortal emotions and mentality gained from his Saiyan mother along with the raw power and magical affinity gained from his father in order to become more in touch with his so-called "human" nature.
[+10 to Nefarious Usurper][Sensibility and morality return, and user is now able to utilize Nefarious Usurper without the loss of morality][Requires 600,000 PL to utilize]
True Sin Trigger: The fusion of both demon and Saiyan strength, perfected. Calot's True Sin Trigger form resembles his Mastered Sin Trigger form, but more bestial. In this form, the hybrid has four wings folded down in a similar manner to the tails of his favorite blue overcoat, blue arm-mounted blades, and his Saiyan tail now encompassed in reptilian like skin casing with a barbed tip that extends from between its shoulders- akin to that of a scorpion's tail. His fully armored head now resembles a traditional samurai helmet, with the horns that now sprout from the sides of his head assuming hollowed and tube-like shapes, venting demonic energy in a manner resembling exhaust pipes. With his face taking the shape of that of an Oozaru's own great maw, only instead now also similarly armored in hardened skin. His entire body is covered with an electric blue glow, and the solid portion of his body more closely resembles samurai armor, with the cracks once present in his chest all being neatly pointed toward his very center as an incandescently bright electric blue glow emits from it. The color scheme of his body is silver to blue, in honor of his father's own unique Ki color and it being his two favorite colors overall.
Alternatively, Calot can also manifest his power in a more Saiyan like route, in honor of his mother as well- wherein he instead transforms into a basic looking Super Saiyan, but instead his hair remains jet black, whilst the rest of his body maintains the rest of the Super Saiyan aesthetic. Chrome blue electricity flowing in arcs around his body as his eyes except his very pupils attain the same coloring, with a faint, yet still ever present darker blue outline coming upon his person as his aura now finally claims the brilliantly gold color his mother's race usually claimed.
[88x][750,000 power level required.][God Ki Required]
Age: 27
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan/Demon
Transformation Path: Custom (Demon/Saiyan Hybrid)
Racial Traits: Warrior's Pride, Zenkai, and The Tail of a Saiyan
Items: One Time Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional):
Sexuality: MOTIVATION!
Appearance:
Personality: Calot, as a whole, is calm, collected, strong willed, yet relatively introverted save for the select few he decides to let into his inner fold of friends, constantly maintaining an aura of fearlessness. Other than those lucky enough to land themselves in his good graces, Calot cares little for the well-being of those around him, and is unrelenting in his pursuit of power; however, in spite of his cold and ruthless demeanor, he is an honorable warrior who maintains his own set of morals and disciplines. For instance, Kyoto, the electric blue and black katana handed to him as the heir to the family heirloom, is one thing he cherishes despite his generally cold and dismissive nature. The young hybrid also despises fighting dirty and refuses to use things such as firearms or technically based gadgets to aid in battle, deeming them to be unworthy of a "true warrior", though he will still use ranged attacks if they can be made to originate from a melee weapon. Calot also refuses to finish any opponent who is unfortunate enough to come upon his path toward greater power who happens to be less than full strength. Whether it be from his haughty Demon genetics or prideful Saiyan blood flowing through his veins, Calot takes greater pleasure in finishing off an opponent when at their greatest strength- for better, or for worse. One can see, however, that his "code" is less focused on fundamental morality and more on demonstrating his superiority. As a result, he is completely willing to use potentially dishonorable techniques or strategies in order to get an advantage or when he has no other choice. He also has a propensity to speak in a very formal and perhaps antiquated matter, perhaps as a result of his bias toward classic literature as a young boy that continues to persist into his adulthood.
Unlike other hybrids of ambiguous origin, Calot is willing to embrace both sides of his family, though he is a touch more biased toward his demonic heritage, and aspires to follow and emulate the authority and self-possessed nature of his father. With Calot's primary goal in life being to acquire even more power, demonically rooted or not, in order to one day surpass him. His preoccupation with power being near character defining, which very likely derives from the loss of his family when he was a child, the solitude he was forced into as a result, and his subsequent and prior idolization of said father. Seeking power as compensation for failing to protect his only kin. His failure also has made him forsake most close relationships, due to his perceived fragility of mortality as a whole. He links the acquisition of power to loss or sacrifice, believing that while power is attainable by any means, pain is the greatest cultivator of it.
History: A dimly lit night brought two contrasting souls together in intimacy, and such was the beginning of the end for Anaheim Tirisfel.
Anaheim was of royal heritage, a noble who was one of many sons in line for their father's throne atop the heap of Demon clans they had come to conquer and integrate into their fold over the hundreds of years they reigned in dominant fashion. Of course, in comparison to the likes of the original Demon King and his ongoing bloodline, they were still small fish in a much larger pond. However, to ignore their field of influence would be foolishness, and Anaheim knew that with their power he could expand their current operation to potentially even greater heights, beyond the likes of which any Demon clan had ever seen before.
The only thing that remained in his way were his own kin, and considering his lack of attachment as is, it meant next to nothing to Anaheim as he watched each be felled one by one to the family blade, Kyoto.
Under normal circumstances, such acts of fratricide would call for ample punishment- instead, to Anaheim's father, it meant a needed culling of the weak, and soon enough, once his father passed, Anaheim took the helm with great pride. He ruled ruthlessly, and many a man and woman fell in his warpath's wake, just as his father before him once did.
However, eventually, the unthinkable would occur, and the man who had slaughtered all of his kin for the iron fist he now reigned with began to tire of the endless bloodlust his position brought him. While not out of a moral basis by any means, the continuous monotony of murder and marauding began to grow boring to the young man, and soon enough, he ached for a change of scenery and pace in order to shake up his repetitive ruling.
Which was why, in due course, Anaheim found himself amongst the Saiyans of Plant, initially planning on taking land now from the physical plane to ensure he held parts of both the mortal realm and the Demon realm under his heel. Instead, he found himself, neutered, and entirely unmotivated to go through with his cruel crusade.
Rather, Anaheim suddenly found himself fraternizing with the so-called enemy. Beginning to become enamored with their proud warrior lifestyle that still somehow found time for familial ties to be made in the process, and soon the seeds of doubt in his own path in life were slowly sewn. The head of the Tirisfel clan started to want something that no Demon of his own upbringing should ever dare to yearn for- and that was a life of quiet and tranquility, with a family that he could care for and look after. While regret was never something that crossed his mind, the visions of the countless families and households that he had come across in his travels gave him more than base to lay the foundations of his yearnings upon.
To his luck, it did not take very long for Anaheim to find someone he gravitated toward, as he quickly met his better half in the form of a Saiyan fighter, Lottus Haddock. The two got along like a house on fire, and quickly following the night they had first met, they found they had conceived a child together. Just as Anaheim had always wanted.
In the years following, the family came to welcome two children- one of which being Calot and then his younger brother, Dande. The brothers couldn't be more contrasting in personality, with Calot taking after his father, and Dande taking more after his mother. Needless to say, however, the two brothers already had a better relationship than what Anaheim had with his own siblings, something that the father had no qualms with speaking at lengths about with the two, seeing as they weren't necessarily the best ideal citizens themselves.
In fact, Anaheim had no problems with talking about his past with both his consort and children, as he found it to be only business despite all the lives- both deserving and undeserving- he had cut down in his reign's wake. Not only that, but he thought it to be a good life lesson of sorts, as despite him not exactly understanding the squeamishness that came from his wife whenever he brought his past up into conversation, the former Tirisfel clan leader could at least tell something of it bothered her to no end, and thus he hoped his children would not attempt to follow in his footsteps if they heard firsthand what that would dare entail.
Sadly, while it seemed to work wonders for Dande, it only appeared to do the opposite for Calot- who believed firmly that his father could do no wrong, and that all who fell by the family sword were only those completely deserving. It only made him idolize his father even more, something that he would carry all the way to adulthood.
As a child however, it remained much less present, as Calot was much too busy enjoying what normal Saiyan Demon children do when they were in the midst of their youthful ages, and that was shut himself away from most of society in exchange for the solace of literature and writing. Saiyan and Demon blood did run through his veins, but the introverted young boy lacked the passion to do anything with his gifted genetics, and held a lack of fire underneath him so to speak.
That was, until, his entire world shattered all around him in the blink of an eye.
Calot had been enjoying the sweet solitude the wastes near his family's village had provided him with, nature acting as his comforting backdrop as he dove nose first into a poetry book his mother had given him for his eleventh birthday when all the sudden the ground beneath him rocked what felt like the whole planet to its very core. Growing nervous, Calot looked up from his poetry book's pages, only to be greeted by the sight of fire and flame pluming in pillars high above the sky directly above where his family's village now sat.
Immediate instinct told him to run, run as fast as he could back home, in the hopes something, or even someone could be salvaged from the singes, but before he was able to make his way, darkened figures descended upon him from the shadows of the rock formations before him. His eyes widened as he realized who they were from their very energies, demons- but why were they here on Plant of all places? They had no business here!
Thankfully, Anaheim was an insistent teacher of his sons in the art of combat, amongst other things, alongside Lottus, and even as a young boy of the age of eleven, he was still a son of Anaheim, and he was able to deal with the lesser savages, though not without a great fight made of the ordeal.
Once done, however, battered, bloodied, and bruised, Calot then rushed home as fast as he could, his legs nearly collapsing under his own weight with every hurried step taken back toward home. But, such haste was all for naught, as upon entering what was once a place of safety and happiness for him now instead stood as the cause of pain that would be echoed throughout the rest of his years of continued existence. His eyes filling with tears as he watched each and every place he had once known be hungrily devoured by a torrent of flaming orange blaze- entire streetways being lined with ash and smoke.
Slowing to a staggering pace, Calot prayed to whatever God there was that something be left of his own family, that he hadn't been left in this world to fend by his lonesome- but no such prayer was answered, and in the place of the Tirisfel family home sat a pile of burnt wood and stone.
It appeared as though his father's past had finally caught up to him, and whether it be from victims of his aiming for revenge, or members of his own clan seeking to usurp a throne long since emptied, it mattered not to Calot now. What he knew what that he now was fully alone, with nothing but the family blade being left in the remains of the place he once called home left to comfort him.
Taking it, Calot lived by his lonesome for years after the incident- picking up odd jobs here and there to afford basic necessities, but mostly keeping to himself in the embrace of the wilderness of Vegeta as a whole. His heart hardening with every day spent left breathing in the wake of his family being taken from him. In his anguish's place, however, began to grow a new feeling.
A deep, ravenous yearning that threatened to take him whole if he couldn't gain the one thing that would give him some form of compensation-
Power.
If he had more power, he could have defeated the initial onslaught of demons faster. If he had more power, he'd have been able to make his way back to the village faster. If he had just a bit more power, he could have saved his family, and, if not anything else, at least the life of his dearest younger brother.
But no. He had been too weak. Too reserved, too withdrawn to have been able to at least even stayed to die alongside them.
And now he remained to pay the price.
Soon enough, Calot's obsessive crusade for power began to manifest, and once he was done exhausting whatever means or measures that were available to him for greater strength on Vegeta, he decided to pay the planet his beloved poetry book had come from a visit for potential further avenues toward what he yearned for, Earth.
For his soul was still at odds with the world that had forsaken him, and to defy the world meant he needed only one thing-
More power.
Techniques:
[OT1] Penetrating Punishment: Calot, with Kyoto, imbues the demonic blade with a mixture of magic and Ki to attack enemies at a distance from the user. Wherein Calot slides back and slashes so quickly that he appears to only unsheathe and resheathe Kyoto as a cone shaped distortion protrudes outward from the demonic Saiyan, and within that distortion forms a dark purple orb that engulfs the opponent and causes a a more intense visual distortion that is then covered in slashes.
[OT1] Decisive Deanimator: Calot, wielding the Kyoto, charges forward as his entire body is imbued with electricity, slashing rapidly at his target, creating a great deal of rift-based cuts in his path.
[DT1] Unfaltering Fade: Focusing, Calot appears to move instantaneously from one spot to another, leaving nothing but a fierce motion blur in his original spot before reappearing in his new position.
[ST] Flight: Calot, by exalting motivation, can fly.
[ST] Tail Mastery: Through torturous time spent training his bodily resistance, Calot no longer can be paralyzed by means of tail pulling.
[ST] Ki Sense: Heightened sensitivity to both magical signatures and life force allows for Calot to sense the strength of his opponent inherently.
Roleplay Sample:
The moonlit sky hung above the hooded young man's head like a bad omen, as his heavy footsteps echoed through the damp and cold streetways of Vegeta City, nearly unheard amidst the clamorous crowds that littered the sidewalk beside him. It had been a rainy few days for the shining star of the the Elite District of Vegeta, and this night had mostly been no different- with only small respites of drizzle and dampness scattering the short in-betweens of the storms that now frequented Vegeta City. For others, it meant a cutting down on the after hours hangouts, perhaps a lessening of traversing the normally bustling nightlife of the city to keep ones head less wet than was needed.
But for one hardhearted hybrid, it signaled opportunity.
Calot Tirisfel had been looking for an opening like this one for quite a long time. After years traversing corner to corner of the planet for means to meet his end goal of absolute strength, every avenue currently known to him on the planet had finally been exhausted. Following this, he looked to remedy his trail going dark by making a change of scenery for the time being. To try and offer up to him some fresh leads in his quest to further his own strength. Subsequently, this meant that the young man aimed to finally do what his father had similarly once done all those years ago- and that was to make a pilgrimage to another planet fit to act as a means to his own ends.
This, however, was much easier said than done- Calot himself was already near a nobody due to his shut in nature as a child, and then had virtually been made off the grid with the disappearance of his family and thereafter the loss of whatever important documentation that he'd be able to use to his advantage. He truly was a ghost to the general public, and that included the government of Vegeta itself, and thus made it quite difficult for him to get certain things that regular, registered citizens would be able to attain. That being specifically, a means by which to get him off this godforsaken rock in the first place.
And seeing as his magical manipulation was nowhere near the level it needed to be for spacial traversal from plane to plane, Calot knew there was but one way to get what he was in need of currently, and that was of course, illegally.
Being off the grid was not always something to curse, Calot would come to find, as it meant he essentially had no identity to be tied down to. And even if there was a small possibility his name was written down somewhere for safekeeping, he believed it likely for him to be presumed dead after disappearing immediately after the incident that cost him his world, and his everything. This meant that Calot, so long as he wasn't caught, could theoretically get away with any crime.
Which was exactly what Calot looked to do on this rainy night in Vegeta City. Being home to an innumerable amount of nobles and aristocrats, this simultaneously meant that Vegeta City held within it many a housing hangar built to hold onto many of the royals' personal space cruisers. Left guarded by all sorts of securely made security regiments and such. Despite this, however, the quality of security did happen to vary from family to family, and while the margin of quality was slim between the better off nobles and the barely bordering ones, it was enough for Calot to potentially take advantage of.
This, coupled with the comforting embrace of the shadows alongside him, gave Calot the backdrop necessary to pull off such a heist.
He already had a hangar in mind for this clever caper to take place in, one that was luckily located around the edges of the city proper- apparently the location was chosen for easy exit access outside of the city, instead of having to deal with the difficulty that came with having to find a sensible place to port out of when it came to the hangers more deeply set in the inner parts of the city itself. Not only that, but the nearest policing station was located a good several blocks off of the area itself, and if things went according to plan, the conniving crossbreed would need not even worry about them anyways.
Continuing his way down the street, his eyes looked up from the poetry book pages that they had been glued to seconds prior, a devilish glint shining within his gaze as he was met with the sight of the hangar a mere three blocks away from he. Closing the book, Calot placed it within his coat, readjusting his collar before making his way into one of the alleyways to his left- disappearing into its shadowy embrace with little difficulty, vanishing from plain sight.
It was quicker for him to cross through the backways of the city anyways, as it's hard to draw attention from places no one expects to give any to. In mere minutes he was face to face with the building proper, positioning himself on the sidewalk across from the entrance as he eyed it down with a calculative glare.
The wistful waif waited in silence as he closed his eyes, attempting to feel out any present power levels that he'd need to dispatch of before taking leave with his prize, and sure enough, there were currently four in total surrounding the entire hangar. Two for each end, all set similarly in terms of strength. Sadly, still not strong enough for the storm that was to approach.
Moving to a darker, more secluded corner of the street, Calot began to turn the lights down low for the lot, blasting out every visible light source he could see that surrounded the immediate area of the hangar, listening to the curious clamoring of the current company present as it began. To ensure it didn't seem like foul play, Calot made sure to move fast enough to where it was though every light was snuffed in near unison, and made doubly sure to make the size of the Ki blasts used as small as it could be to avoid any visual cues as well. After a few moments spent waiting, and no audible alarm being tripped, it was time for him to make his move.
Utilizing a mixture of both Ki control and magical manipulation, Calot phased through the chain-link fence of the hangar a few yards off the middle portion of the hangar, nothing but a gentle whisking of the fence behind him signaling his arrival. Eyes narrowing through the newfound darkness of the place, Calot mostly followed his senses, swiftly pushing himself against the walls of the hangar and sneaking himself toward the entrance portion of the hangar itself by feeling out the two guards' energy signatures nearby it. Eventually, he found himself mere feet away from the two, to the point where he could hear the growing rain bounce off of their B-grade Saiyan armor.
Stopping himself, Calot was about to move when he began to hear them speak.
"Rain's starting up again, it seems."
An audible sigh echoed from the other man's lips.
"Remind me why the boss wouldn't let us stay inside for the last bit of our shift? We get out in twenty minutes, for Kami's sake, no halfwit, two cent criminal is gonna be crawling around this late at night to steal a whole ass cruiser."
"That's what you think, but it's like what my dad always said, it's the nights you least expect problems that always go down the shitter."
"Your dad always says shit, it don't mean it always sticks. Here, I bet if I turn my scouter on right now, there wouldn't be anyone else but us showing up for another twenty, no, thirty blocks."
"You wanna bet?"
Before the former guard could be proven right, however, Calot leapt from the shadows behind the two, one hand gripping his sheath while the other placed itself on the handle at the end of it. It took one, short, yet fatal flick of the wrist to cut down the both of them in one fell swoop, both bodies hitting the floor just as the roaring boom of thunder came to cover up the sound of the hybrid's misdeeds.
At least, that's what Calot thought had occurred, as he realized he had only heard one body hit the dirt in his wake. Moving as fast as he could, Calot barely caught the other guard before he had time to call out to his comrades on the other side of the building, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him into the ground back first, leaving him to stare up into the silhouette of the hybrid's face amongst his hood. Thankfully, it seemed as though the guard understood the peril that he was in, and needless to say, was dead silent in the face of his imminent end. Instead, in place of his own flesh being sliced through in one, clean, clave, what he heard was a question.
"The key."
"W-what?"
"The key, or, keycard, whatever you use to enter and exit the hangar, give it to me."
"I-it should be on Jicama's belt, p-please man, don't hurt me- I'm just a part timer, this doesn't mean nothing to me..."
Eyes narrowing, Calot relented, and after leaving the guard to grovel in his place, he made his way over to the lesser fortunate guard's motionless body, searching through his pockets until he felt what seemed to be a ring of keys rub up against the back of his palm. Taking it, Calot looked behind him, still making out the murky outline of the other guard to his left.
"Leave. And if you know what's good for you, you will do it quietly."
Without another word, the guard scrambled to his feet, slipping and sliding in the dirt as he comedically crawled his way up and over the fence gate, falling to the pavement in a heap before running down the street, tail tucked safely between his legs.
With that out of the way, Calot made his way over to the security door leading into the hangar, testing each key until he found one that fit the slot. Wasting no time, the Demon Saiyan slid his way indoors, shutting the door behind him gently, running a hand through his wet hair in an effort to delouse some of the water soaked into his now heavy locks.
Wanting to remain discrete, Calot created a small ball of azure Ki as a makeshift light source, walking around the hangar and illuminating the portions of various ships and cruisers before coming upon one that he thought would fit his needs.
Much smaller than every other ship within the warehouse, this spaceship in particular seemed to be one reserved for emergency trips, as it was not nearly the type of luxury cruiser that he would expect one of high nobility to house in their own personal guarded hangar. It seemed like one saved for sentimental reasons, as it was exceedingly well worn, and was one of the models that was only able to seat one Saiyan for space travel. Either way, it seemed tailormade for the young man anyways, as he wasn't planning on any return trips anytime soon.
Pressing a button on the side of the pod, the front hatch then opened, revealing the small yet cozy leather lined insides of the pod, seemingly prepared for take off as is. And considering how hard it would be to smuggle a stolen single passenger pod like this through the streets of Vegeta City, it looked as though Calot was bound to leave much, much sooner than originally planned.
Sitting down inside the pod, Calot took the time to dial in the memorized coordinates of Earth on the ancient looking destination pad, whilst also moving to throw the ring of keys to the wayside, only stopping when noticing something that wasn't at all key-like upon the ring itself. Bringing it closer to the continuously floating orb of Ki beside him, his eyes focused until he realized exactly what he was looking at.
It was a family portrait, with a woman, and two children- two sons of younger age, and who looked to be their father carrying them underneath his arms.
It goes without saying the young man disposed of the ring of sentimentality soon after that, and as the pod began to close in on him, and the darkness tickling the edges of his vision as the last of his burning blue Ki died out, the young man closed his eyes in thought, memories having been brought to the surface the likes of which he never wished to face again for a long, long time.
But as the darkness brought him in full embrace, and his mind drifted from this conscious plane, he was merely reminded such visions of past agony were nothing more than a burning memory. With the hurt and heartache wafting away as the pod blasted off through the roof of the hangar, soon enough leaving both city and planet far behind in its path, in search of something better.
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Custom Transformation Tree:
Resplendent Demon Primate (Starter Transformation):
In light of Calot's mixed noble blood, his Oozaru form has been afflicted with genetic mutation, and while size and transformation trigger remains the same, much of the standard Oozaru aesthetic has been marred by Demonic malignance. When transformed, Calot's Great Ape form appears as an eldritch looking abomination with eyes dotted along all his body and head, with large jagged teeth hanging from his mouth, and ebony claws adorning his enlarged fingers allowing him to get around on all fours with relative ease, where he prefers to be. Open cuts and massive tears in the skin are visible throughout his entire body, as though the very transformation pains him to no end to have to undergo. His most prominent features, however, being the thick root-like layers of veins that cover his body, encircling his face and reaching up to form a spiked tip upon his head, a faint homage to the tuft of hair most regular Oozaru come to have in their respective form. The commonplace Oozaru hair, while much thinner than most others and colored black as opposed to brown, remains mostly present throughout his torso, shoulders, and head. His full height draws him nearly above ten stories, Calot's fierce visage befitting that of the spawn of both noble Demon blood and Saiyan warrior genes.
[x8, Must have Oozaru Mastery technique to have control of this form.]
Sinful Strength Trigger:
Focusing all of his willpower, Calot, using demonically magical means, forces his body to enter a flow-like state, allowing for him to push past his limits as though it was second nature through sheer force of will alone. Illustrated by a chrome blue like aura encompassing his entire body, whilst his eyes become outlined by murky, web-like markings, stretching forth from his eyes and spreading like a growing tumor upon his brow the longer he exudes such extra strength.
[x4 Power level, can be stacked for an added +4 to any Sin Trigger transformation at 175,000 PL, cannot be used for long periods due to physical strain (Maximum of four turns)]
Unshackled Sin Trigger: Calot's equivalent to the Super Saiyan form of legend, the coldhearted crossbreed's version of the form has had its strength magnified by demonic tampering, and along with a paler version of the normally brilliantly blonde hairdo, Calot's aura shrouds around him in the form of a heavy mist comprised of black, purplish, ink-like substance, swirling and curling around him like the smoke of a dying fire. His eyes also taking on a purple haze rather than the cerulean color most other Saiyans come to have.
[x18][Must have 155,000 Power level and be triggered by an intense emotion for the first time in order to trigger this state.]
Mastered Sin Trigger: A further refined version of Calot's equivalent to his corrupt version of the Super Saiyan transformation. In this form, Calot's hair now shines with a nearly white color to it, and his body slims down more than usual to support a more speed reliant frame, whilst his entire upper body becomes encased in an oddly reptilian looking blue overcoat of spiny skin. Cracks upon the chest of his encased torso now also appearing, as though struggling to contain his massive power. His eyes, in replacement of the once purple glint that guided them, now crackle ferociously with the electric blue Ki characteristic at one point to his mother, but his face becomes much more demon like in appearance, with sharpened fangs and what looks to be thorns sprouting from every cornerpiece of his face. His once murky, muddled aura now blooms with a bluish-white glow, but he also gains a reddish-magenta inner aura shrouded by magenta lightning. The eruption of his ki is so intense it resembles a massive geyser.
[40x][380,000 Power level required to access this state]
Nefarious Usurper: Calling upon his noble blood, Calot can shed the mortal coil within his inherently marred Oozaru form in order to fully take on a pureblood demon equivalent of the Saiyan's giant monkey- becoming a more colossal yet humanoid creature with innumerable eyes now covered all along his body and head, large sharp teeth and claws still scarily present, yet more refined in appearance. The thick root-like layers of veins that covered his body his body as an Oozaru persist, yet strangely appear to be more orderly, encircling his face and reaching up to form a spiked "crown" on his head now. In his standing form, thicker veins with spiked tips drape down from his back like a cloak.
[x50][450,000 Power Level required to achieve this state, ruthlessness and disdain for mortal beings heavily increased, may be able to distinguish friend from foe, but may not care]
Mortal Coil: Realizing the folly of relying too much on one side of his family, Calot learns to merge the best of both worlds together- utilzing the mortal emotions and mentality gained from his Saiyan mother along with the raw power and magical affinity gained from his father in order to become more in touch with his so-called "human" nature.
[+10 to Nefarious Usurper][Sensibility and morality return, and user is now able to utilize Nefarious Usurper without the loss of morality][Requires 600,000 PL to utilize]
True Sin Trigger: The fusion of both demon and Saiyan strength, perfected. Calot's True Sin Trigger form resembles his Mastered Sin Trigger form, but more bestial. In this form, the hybrid has four wings folded down in a similar manner to the tails of his favorite blue overcoat, blue arm-mounted blades, and his Saiyan tail now encompassed in reptilian like skin casing with a barbed tip that extends from between its shoulders- akin to that of a scorpion's tail. His fully armored head now resembles a traditional samurai helmet, with the horns that now sprout from the sides of his head assuming hollowed and tube-like shapes, venting demonic energy in a manner resembling exhaust pipes. With his face taking the shape of that of an Oozaru's own great maw, only instead now also similarly armored in hardened skin. His entire body is covered with an electric blue glow, and the solid portion of his body more closely resembles samurai armor, with the cracks once present in his chest all being neatly pointed toward his very center as an incandescently bright electric blue glow emits from it. The color scheme of his body is silver to blue, in honor of his father's own unique Ki color and it being his two favorite colors overall.
Alternatively, Calot can also manifest his power in a more Saiyan like route, in honor of his mother as well- wherein he instead transforms into a basic looking Super Saiyan, but instead his hair remains jet black, whilst the rest of his body maintains the rest of the Super Saiyan aesthetic. Chrome blue electricity flowing in arcs around his body as his eyes except his very pupils attain the same coloring, with a faint, yet still ever present darker blue outline coming upon his person as his aura now finally claims the brilliantly gold color his mother's race usually claimed.
[88x][750,000 power level required.][God Ki Required]
