Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jun 3, 2019 22:37:48 GMT
Creativity - Gain one Mastery Point every 10,000 PL instead of every 15,000.
In a Pinch - Due to their resourcefulness, Humans can activate a transformation if their TM gauge has 90% of the TM gauge minimum rather than 100%. They also may one per thread push their TM gauge to -10% to maintain a transformation longer.
Saiyan Power - Saiyans have a more concentrated might and are not hindered by the weakness of their ancestors. All stamina techniques deal an additional 5% damage (this goes up to 10% at 50% exhaustion or higher) and they cost 5% less, energy techniques give 10% less exhaustion (this drops to 5% at 50% energy or lower).
Tail Weakness (Mutants and Tropicals only) - A Saiyan’s tail is their true weak point and often a highly guarded part of the Saiyan’s body. The Saiyan tail allows them to absorb blutz waves and transform into the Oozaru form, if this tail is removed they are incapable of accessing these forms until it grows back (which requires an advanced healing chamber or stimulant.) If this tail is grabbed, the Saiyan will be forced into a state of shock that stuns then for a moment and drops their guard substantially (50% PL Drop), Saiyans require 10% less stamina to dodge a grab attempt at their tail compared to other body parts.
Age
22
Gender
Male
Personality
Frankly, Celmaru doesn't do much for conversation. This hybrid in particular pretends to be dark and broody, acting all angry, and while he is legitimately angry at times, he seeks a belonging he can bear witness to. Now with the sympathetic trash out of the way, Celmaru is a socially inept edgelord that attempts to seem competent. Celmaru isn't knowledgeable about the world, not as much as one his age should, and only truly knows about how shit his life supposedly is. He'll let you know, too. Minor delusions may or may not apply to everyday conversation.
Tail Weakness (Mutants and Tropicals only) - A Saiyan’s tail is their true weak point and often a highly guarded part of the Saiyan’s body. The Saiyan tail allows them to absorb blutz waves and transform into the Oozaru form, if this tail is removed they are incapable of accessing these forms until it grows back (which requires an advanced healing chamber or stimulant.) If this tail is grabbed, the Saiyan will be forced into a state of shock that stuns then for a moment and drops their guard substantially (50% PL Drop), Saiyans require 10% less stamina to dodge a grab attempt at their tail compared to other body parts.
Age
22
Gender
Male
Personality
Frankly, Celmaru doesn't do much for conversation. This hybrid in particular pretends to be dark and broody, acting all angry, and while he is legitimately angry at times, he seeks a belonging he can bear witness to. Now with the sympathetic trash out of the way, Celmaru is a socially inept edgelord that attempts to seem competent. Celmaru isn't knowledgeable about the world, not as much as one his age should, and only truly knows about how shit his life supposedly is. He'll let you know, too. Minor delusions may or may not apply to everyday conversation.
Celmaru insists on at least speaking politely, maintaining a slower-than-average speech to pronounce his words. Once the slang, slurs, swears, and derogatory language slips out though, speech is the least of his problems. Or anyone else's.
Appearance
Average height for a Human male (5'10") and of an approximately thin weight (~132 lbs / 60 kg). Brown, mildly spiky hair and equally brown eyes. An obvious, edgy facial scar mars his facial features over his left eye. Celmaru is pale, bruises easily, and conveniently enough: scars easily. Celmaru has an evidently defined collarbone. A convex nose and rounded earlobes sit in their respective places. Sharp and angled eyebrows, while often furrowed, rest at a slightly forward angle. This hybrid's eyes are broad, almost like bricks. Something like that.
History
Imagine, if you will, darkness. Now, while its not your friend, something is ejected from it: an infant. Nasty, isn't it? Celmaru Waterfield was born upon a nearby hospital planet a handful of light years away from the Sol System. Your friendly neighborhood Mato (Waterfield), a Mutant Saiyan, remained at his Human wife's side and promptly fainted five minutes before the final stages of childbirth. What a scene indeed. Fast forward three years, however, and the hybrid Saiyan faced his first of many of Life's hurdles: his dumbass dad.
Training under an excessive gravity was a chore, among many other things. The mantra that Mato spoke of frequently was "Old enough to walk, old enough to train"; much to the dismay of the hybrid's mother. Nevertheless, Celmaru had broken his right femur shortly after entering his pop's clunker of a gravity chamber. Fortunately, it wasn't his spine, although wouldn't it be hilarious if he shat that shit out? I mean, he'd essentially be dead, but it'd be amazing if -- ahem, anyway, more of this fool's life.
Elementary school was a prime choice for a "some amount of Human" child. While not ideal by any means, the local public school was sufficient in its own right. Celmaru was evidently docile, acting little out of the ordinary. An unfortunate round of patty-cake, however, wrought upon a horrid turn of events for numerous other children; including himself. An unfettered wave of Ki escaped from the hybrid's palms, ravaging a classmate's ear (and bits of his jaw) with relative ease. "Jesus Christ how horrifying", many adults thought. The scene was jarring; mentally scarring, perhaps. Perhaps not. Regardless, the factor of "probable" cause was more akin to "fifteen other witnesses" as Celmaru was provided with ample juvenile detention time. Childish words never had a hope of defending him.
The resulting backlash after the hybrid's ultimately brief stint in the kiddie-slammer was harsh. The lawsuit was among numerous other issues; Mato was among the others. A man with a classic Saiyan attitude resulted in further debacles the likes of a child has never witnessed before. Some were even physical. At some point, some old-world duel took place. As ludicrous as that was, time would pass with little change, little rhyme to the reason, and Celmaru's disposition rarely improved.
Between pestering and retaliating kiddie-brawls, Celmaru didn't have much of a childhood; not one anyone would consider fruitful. Children are demonic ankle-biters, truly. Nevertheless, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into hellishly lengthy spans of time, etc. etc. Celmaru was now fourteen years old. High school, the time of hormones and cliques. Unfortunately, the hybrid partook in neither; choosing to impulsively navigate the stars instead. A lone asteroid, hosting a single wild western main street-style town, intruded upon Celmaru's sudden, defiant leave of Earth.
An hour later Celmaru could only see blood from his left eye, multiple ribs were shattered, and the hybrid's leg bordered on removal. A Frost-Seijin had done this, albeit out of horrendously transparent provocation. Being a teenager in space was a terrible decision, especially with only a fragment of what could be considered powerful. Crawling himself to his stolen pod (from Mato, no less), Celmaru catapulted himself to the nearest hospital planet to recover on his own.
"Thankfully", the hybrid's tail survived. What didn't survive, however, was Celmaru's feelings. Boo hoo, I know, its terrible, right? The worst, especially at fourteen. Besides getting verbally destroyed a few short days later by his mother in addition to all that, Celmaru proceeded to sulk and do nothing and mope about his helplessness. How sad. Alternatively: what a bitch.
The remaining years of Celmaru's high school career was minimal, save for a handful of vaguely paranormal activity. While strange at times, the hybrid hardly thought of it beyond the first few moments. Clearly, his personal problems about being an "outcast" and a "loner" etched themselves into his grey matter each day. Regardless, Celmaru never attended his high school graduation, despite earning his diploma. By then, the hybrid had disappeared into nature, seemingly to never reveal himself again... unless it was thrice a month to meet his mother.
Celmaru is twenty-two now. The hybrid's adult life is mediocre and jobless. Nothing has changed in roughly twelve years. Although, the hybrid had been feeling somewhat possessed recently...
Techniques
You start with eight techniques to begin with. Go wild, but make sure to stay within the realms of reality for your character. A newbie at Ki wouldn't know an ability to destroy planets, etc.
Example Solo
You start with eight techniques to begin with. Go wild, but make sure to stay within the realms of reality for your character. A newbie at Ki wouldn't know an ability to destroy planets, etc.
- [KI1] Great Blast Crash
A basic Ki sphere with a basic function: get tossed. Supposedly requires for the palm of your hand to face upward. (Inflicts 1% - 33% of Celmaru's PL)
- [SP1] Zanzoken
Allows an afterimage to be created that remains still, permits one dodge at a cost of 1:1.5 to Stamina or Ki. (Can dodge 1 point of damage for every 1.5 points of Ki or Stamina)
- [KI1] Meson Bolt
A Ki beam supposedly thought up by Celmaru in his own time. Makes a good pew pew. (Inflicts 1% - 33% of Celmaru's PL)
- [SP] Ki Suppression
Allows Celmaru to reduce his sense-able power level down to 1 PL.
- [SP1] Ki Sense
Can sense Ki signatures down to 2,000 PL. Cannot tell other signatures apart from one another at this stage.
- [SP1] Ki Mastery
10% chance to cause harm to user after using a technique, only allows up to T2 techniques.
- [SAVED]
- [SAVED]
Example Solo
A lone hybrid had been witnessing a woman in his dreams recently. While not necessarily... problematic, the thought of a stranger invading his mind-scape was perturbing. As if anyone so captivating would exist, much less bother with him. Celmaru Waterfield, the hybrid under siege by a foreigner's visage, lied awake upon an ancient stump. It was one within a clearing he ventured through often. Dawn's persian blue sky stung against crumbly, groggy, and outright somnolent eyes. Another day, huh? The hybrid groaned to himself, shifting his weight about to -- eventually -- bring himself to rise. There hadn't been much to drive him out of "bed" as of late. What allowed today to differ from the rest?
Nothing, that's what. Haphazardly dragging himself along, the hybrid bent at the knee in minor attempts to circulate blood. Resting as he does offers little for circulation, after all. Another groan escaped him. It was getting humid recently; as if that'd do anything to any hair on the hybrid's body. Unfortunately, it still enforced a tortuous existence for merely donning fabric. Meanwhile, a sprightly brown tail swung along absentmindedly, somewhat disobeying the hybrid's current disposition. No, he was far from languid; surely Celmaru was merely revving up for the day, per se. That was it, definitely.
Aves intruded upon the hybrid's sluggish awakening. The bastards. Why so chipper? Celmaru peered about briefly, catching the flickering rays of the rising sun. It was almost half past five in the morning... or so. Violets and shades of a rose pink were splattered across the sky; each maintained their own layers. The hybrid, gazing upon the moment for a time, found himself torn between disgusted and awestruck. It was beautiful. It was nauseating. Admiration of a glittering morning view. Envy over a meager compulsion. Why was he to compare himself to Earth's airspace? The hybrid grasped at his eyes, kneading his eyes alive in their entirety.
An everyday contraction resisted the hybrid's kneading. While age affects all, wounds are seemingly everlasting. Perpetual. Consistent. A reminder of failure. Celmaru stilled his fingers upon the lower half of an ancient injury. Scarring that further marred his image. The hybrid had finally stood upright, stabilizing his weight. A facial expression of the scoffing sort plagued the hybrid's features. Moments passed. Passing thoughts cantered along without as much as a mental peep; each ill befitting a new day's thoughts. Humiliating to the hybrid, perhaps; pessimistic to others, however.
The day was young, and so was he. Yet, the hybrid couldn't feel more aged, more mentally enervated. Time had been crawling at an aggravating pace. Life had been bothersome, at best. Why not end it? Why shouldn't he? Why couldn't he? Celmaru figured it was solely due to being a coward. One that couldn't disappoint his Mommy. Footsteps were audible, guiding along the scarred warrior's visage. Celmaru proceeded to strike his forehead into the nearest tree bark with an intense shattering. Chips erupted to all directions. An immense indentation appeared upon the tree's surface.
Wake up, shithead.
