Post by Gensho Sanzo on Jun 8, 2019 19:42:20 GMT
Gensho Sanzo
Nicknames/Titles
San.
Race
Saiyan-Earthling Hybrid.
Race Traits
Zenkai - When a Saiyan almost dies their power potential increases exponentially. When you almost die in a DE/SAGA and survive with less than 5% HP, you feel yourself closer to your next transformation removing 10% of the required PL for your next form. This does not negate mastery or other requirements on that form and only works 3 times per transformation.
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).
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.
Age
Eighteen
Gender
Male.
Personality
If Sanzo is around, everybody is liable to know it. The young halfbreed is brash, boisterous, and all around a rather noisy fellow, very much at odds with his more formal background. Sanzo seeks to insert himself into just about everything, whether he has any right to be or not or if it is relevant to him at all; he has never been the type to let sleeping dogs lie , himself included, as he is very easily bored when sitting still for more than a few moments, save for the absolute necessities such as sleep. As such, he is something of a social butterfly, capable of-- as he would claim-- striking up a conversation with anyone and anywhere. The young man says whatever comes to mind, perhaps incapable of tact or simply unwilling to make use of it. He has a hard time holding his tongue, especially when the topic of jokes comes along, as he can very rarely help but try and crack a few and he fancies himself as being quite clever and a comedian of as high a caliber as any. All in all, quite the social butterfly, though some might call him more of a social pest, pending how much tolerance they have for his high energy personality.
It should come as no surprise that he thinks highly of himself, taking great pride in all things: his power, his looks, his wit, and more, much to chagrin of anybody sensible who has to listen to him speak for an extended period of time. His arrogance is such that Sanzo more-or-less believes he can do no wrong, at least when it comes to decisions and events of import. This has led to a generally positive outlook on life, meaning he believes it will all work out for him no matter what he says or does, because he is just that great.
Sanzo is a rather rebellious individual, resistant to the chains of norms, as is evident by the fact that he is the antithesis of everything his family tried to raise him to be. While they speak with refined elegance, Sanzo grunts with vulgarity and low-class speech. Where his family holds only the highest respect for tradition and the rules of old, Sanzo wants to throw them all in the bin. Because Sanzo has it all figured out: his way or the highway, because his way is the right way. While generally a good person as far as the most basic matters of morality goes, Sanzo is very stubborn and devoted to his own ideas of what justice is, how the world should work, and what his place in it should be, and he is rather self-righteous in these regards.
Appearance
Sanzo stands at a respectable five feet and nine inches, with a lithe body lined with tight muscles inherited from his Sadalan cousins and honed by a traditional rearing on Earth. He looks very much human, having inherited the silky red hair of his human ilk, though it is occasionally broken by the odd Saiyan-esque spike or crown, particularly when he has gone a while without a hair cut or maintaining it. His most notable feature, however, are the sharp eyes he inherited from his Saiyan father, pointed and black, full of vitality like a real Saiyan warrior. Sanzo's skin naturally runs rather pale, some calling him alabaster.
Sanzo prefers the dress of Earthlings, eschewing the armor of his Saiyan counterparts. He typically dons the wear of a traveler, as he is one: a well worn, pale jacket, time tested black denim jeans, and a pair of simple combat boots. He wears a strap over his shoulder most times to accommodate his bag and/or weapons.
History
Gensho Sanzo hails from the north-east of Earth, between the border of the icy north and the untamed wilds of the east. As evident by his having a family name, he comes from a more traditional family, who regard themselves with pride and high esteem due to their once having been feudal lords in the time before the unified Earth, but now live as minor local administrators, though still holding themselves up. Though Gensho Sanzo is quite the unusual member of the household: he is half-Saiyan, the. . . natural child of the current heiress to the family, Gensho Sayuri. Natural child, of course, being the proper way to say "bastard child" in more polite circles.
In her youth, Gensho Sayuri was a wanderer herself, having taken to the stars to see all she could of the universe. Her parents encouraged her, having always spoiled their only child, but much to their dismay, Sayuri returned to them after a year and a half, unharmed but heavily pregnant, being in the final weeks of her term. A swift river of emotions and arguments took place in the weeks following her return, but they were interrupted quite unceremoniously by the birth of Sanzo, named for an ancestor of the family who was renowned for his great wisdom. . . though it would soon become obvious Sanzo inherited precious little of that from his fore-bearer and namesake.
Sayuri refused to name or even contact the father, claiming she had no interest in him beyond the week or two they spent together, and was unsure of how to find him at all, saying he has been some sort of mercenary or soldier and that it had been oh so long anyway and that she forgot the details anyway. So it fell on the Gensho family to raise their newest addition. And so they did, hoping to raise the boy into a proud and respectable scion of their clan so that he might carry their name to greatness and bring them great honor and dignity. They taught him everything a young man should know. History, arithmetic, writing, the arts, but most of all-- largely due to the fact that the boy seemed a natural at it-- fighting, raising the boy in the traditional art of martial arts-- including swordsmanship and ki control.
The end result was less than desirable. Sanzo rejected most of everything they stood for, save for their pride and the talents he gleaned from his combat lessons. As he grew into his teenage years, he became more and more wild, his mother and grandparents unable to tame him. perhaps a result of their intense spoiling of him in the past. He became arrogant, disrespectful and began to ran with the wrong crowds and to get into various brawls, causing any number of headaches for his family and giving him something of a fierce reputation among the locals due to his naturally enhanced strength.
However, all this trouble came to a head a month or so back on the eve of his eighteenth birthday. To celebrate, the young halfbreed went to the East Capital to party the night and following day away. His debauchery was legendary that night, but he flew too close to the sun. Somehow, in the wee hours of the morning, Sanzo had found himself in a high end club owned by a crime syndicate-- known as the Dahila-- that was run by a conglomerate of space aliens and Earthlings and involved in various acts like smuggling and targeted violence. Sanzo, depending on one's point of view, had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the low level peons of the syndicate had begun to harass a group of women in the club, much to their dismay. Sanzo, never one to resist keeping his head down, butted in and told the guy to back off, which devolved into a tense stand-off, which further devolved into an all out brawl after Sanzo threw the first punch. The conflict was brutal and there was a large amount of damage to the club and staff. In the chaos, Sanzo eventually managed to slip out and make his way home. . . but the syndicate followed him, attacking the home in the early morning as everyone slept. The place was ransacked and the people-- including his family and their servants-- were injured. However, largely, the Dahila were focused on stealing, taking the numerous artifacts and such that the Gensho had acquired over the centuries and taking them with the intent to sell them on the black market across the universe.
In the aftermath, it was the final straw for the Gensho family. In a rage, his grandfather banished him from the house, exiling him until he could return all that was stolen, particularly the scrolls and books that had been stolen, as they chronicled the history of the Gensho, as well as history of days gone on Earth. With that, the young halfbreed was banished because of his arrogance and violent nature, forced onto a journey to recover lost treasure and knowledge that has surely been scattered to the four corners of the universe. . . but for now, though, he is taking it easy, as he is certain it will all work out in the end, and besides. . . what is the point of a trip if he doesn't have a little fun?
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
The wind howled like the icy breath of a lone wolf in the night as Gensho Sanzo settled down to sleep. It was chilly that night, an expected result given how he had chosen to go north that day. Perhaps the north capital might hold some of the treasures he sought. It was a long shot, but in the back of his head, he figured that maybe somewhere out of the way would be a good place for an intergalactic crime syndicate to dump some stolen goods. . Entirely unlikely, but at leastit was a good excuse to see the sights.
The fire the hybrid had built crackled as the wood inside burned, the scent of smoke lingering in the air and clinging to the snow that surrounded him. Sanzo’s stomach growled, a deep and angry sound, and he placed his hand on it in discontent. The smell reminded him of the great hearth back home and how the servants had cooked over it. But he was far from home and with precious little to eat. For the night, memories would have to be his sustenance.
The half-Saiyan rolled onto his side and tucked himself into a tight ball and prepared to sleep, despite the growing protests of his stomach. But there was no rest for the wicked on that night and nary a dream to be had as the young man remained in the waking world with only the sounds of the wind, the fire, and the memories bouncing around the inside of his skull to keep him company for the night.
It had not been his fault. What was he supposed to do? Nothing? Stand aside and let some upstart goon do whatever he wanted? Sanzo had shouted that at his family when the dust had settled. The young hybrid would not stand idly by and watch things happen, consequences be damned. And his grandfather had just looked at Sanzo, his eyes alight with a cocktail of anger, pity, exasperation, and disgust, all four aimed at his only grandson.
“That’s not the point, Sanzo,” he had said with barely contained rage and venom in his voice, “today isn’t the issue. Today is just a symptom of a larger plague and so is the fact that you don’t seem to get that.”
What did that even mean? Sanzo was unsure. But he was not going to stress over it. All he had to do was get everything back, right? That would be easy. . . and fun too. On paper, it seemed like a good time. See the world, kick some ass, get stronger while doing it and not having his family breathing down his neck about boring nonsense like “honor” and the like for a while. It all sounded good to him. In fact, the only bad part about it all was the circumstances leading up to it. The young hybrid would have greatly preferred it be on his terms, but what happened? He got yelled at, and damn, he thought he was doing the right thing too.
Nicknames/Titles
San.
Race
Saiyan-Earthling Hybrid.
Race Traits
Zenkai - When a Saiyan almost dies their power potential increases exponentially. When you almost die in a DE/SAGA and survive with less than 5% HP, you feel yourself closer to your next transformation removing 10% of the required PL for your next form. This does not negate mastery or other requirements on that form and only works 3 times per transformation.
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).
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.
Age
Eighteen
Gender
Male.
Personality
If Sanzo is around, everybody is liable to know it. The young halfbreed is brash, boisterous, and all around a rather noisy fellow, very much at odds with his more formal background. Sanzo seeks to insert himself into just about everything, whether he has any right to be or not or if it is relevant to him at all; he has never been the type to let sleeping dogs lie , himself included, as he is very easily bored when sitting still for more than a few moments, save for the absolute necessities such as sleep. As such, he is something of a social butterfly, capable of-- as he would claim-- striking up a conversation with anyone and anywhere. The young man says whatever comes to mind, perhaps incapable of tact or simply unwilling to make use of it. He has a hard time holding his tongue, especially when the topic of jokes comes along, as he can very rarely help but try and crack a few and he fancies himself as being quite clever and a comedian of as high a caliber as any. All in all, quite the social butterfly, though some might call him more of a social pest, pending how much tolerance they have for his high energy personality.
It should come as no surprise that he thinks highly of himself, taking great pride in all things: his power, his looks, his wit, and more, much to chagrin of anybody sensible who has to listen to him speak for an extended period of time. His arrogance is such that Sanzo more-or-less believes he can do no wrong, at least when it comes to decisions and events of import. This has led to a generally positive outlook on life, meaning he believes it will all work out for him no matter what he says or does, because he is just that great.
Sanzo is a rather rebellious individual, resistant to the chains of norms, as is evident by the fact that he is the antithesis of everything his family tried to raise him to be. While they speak with refined elegance, Sanzo grunts with vulgarity and low-class speech. Where his family holds only the highest respect for tradition and the rules of old, Sanzo wants to throw them all in the bin. Because Sanzo has it all figured out: his way or the highway, because his way is the right way. While generally a good person as far as the most basic matters of morality goes, Sanzo is very stubborn and devoted to his own ideas of what justice is, how the world should work, and what his place in it should be, and he is rather self-righteous in these regards.
Appearance
Sanzo stands at a respectable five feet and nine inches, with a lithe body lined with tight muscles inherited from his Sadalan cousins and honed by a traditional rearing on Earth. He looks very much human, having inherited the silky red hair of his human ilk, though it is occasionally broken by the odd Saiyan-esque spike or crown, particularly when he has gone a while without a hair cut or maintaining it. His most notable feature, however, are the sharp eyes he inherited from his Saiyan father, pointed and black, full of vitality like a real Saiyan warrior. Sanzo's skin naturally runs rather pale, some calling him alabaster.
Sanzo prefers the dress of Earthlings, eschewing the armor of his Saiyan counterparts. He typically dons the wear of a traveler, as he is one: a well worn, pale jacket, time tested black denim jeans, and a pair of simple combat boots. He wears a strap over his shoulder most times to accommodate his bag and/or weapons.
History
Gensho Sanzo hails from the north-east of Earth, between the border of the icy north and the untamed wilds of the east. As evident by his having a family name, he comes from a more traditional family, who regard themselves with pride and high esteem due to their once having been feudal lords in the time before the unified Earth, but now live as minor local administrators, though still holding themselves up. Though Gensho Sanzo is quite the unusual member of the household: he is half-Saiyan, the. . . natural child of the current heiress to the family, Gensho Sayuri. Natural child, of course, being the proper way to say "bastard child" in more polite circles.
In her youth, Gensho Sayuri was a wanderer herself, having taken to the stars to see all she could of the universe. Her parents encouraged her, having always spoiled their only child, but much to their dismay, Sayuri returned to them after a year and a half, unharmed but heavily pregnant, being in the final weeks of her term. A swift river of emotions and arguments took place in the weeks following her return, but they were interrupted quite unceremoniously by the birth of Sanzo, named for an ancestor of the family who was renowned for his great wisdom. . . though it would soon become obvious Sanzo inherited precious little of that from his fore-bearer and namesake.
Sayuri refused to name or even contact the father, claiming she had no interest in him beyond the week or two they spent together, and was unsure of how to find him at all, saying he has been some sort of mercenary or soldier and that it had been oh so long anyway and that she forgot the details anyway. So it fell on the Gensho family to raise their newest addition. And so they did, hoping to raise the boy into a proud and respectable scion of their clan so that he might carry their name to greatness and bring them great honor and dignity. They taught him everything a young man should know. History, arithmetic, writing, the arts, but most of all-- largely due to the fact that the boy seemed a natural at it-- fighting, raising the boy in the traditional art of martial arts-- including swordsmanship and ki control.
The end result was less than desirable. Sanzo rejected most of everything they stood for, save for their pride and the talents he gleaned from his combat lessons. As he grew into his teenage years, he became more and more wild, his mother and grandparents unable to tame him. perhaps a result of their intense spoiling of him in the past. He became arrogant, disrespectful and began to ran with the wrong crowds and to get into various brawls, causing any number of headaches for his family and giving him something of a fierce reputation among the locals due to his naturally enhanced strength.
However, all this trouble came to a head a month or so back on the eve of his eighteenth birthday. To celebrate, the young halfbreed went to the East Capital to party the night and following day away. His debauchery was legendary that night, but he flew too close to the sun. Somehow, in the wee hours of the morning, Sanzo had found himself in a high end club owned by a crime syndicate-- known as the Dahila-- that was run by a conglomerate of space aliens and Earthlings and involved in various acts like smuggling and targeted violence. Sanzo, depending on one's point of view, had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. One of the low level peons of the syndicate had begun to harass a group of women in the club, much to their dismay. Sanzo, never one to resist keeping his head down, butted in and told the guy to back off, which devolved into a tense stand-off, which further devolved into an all out brawl after Sanzo threw the first punch. The conflict was brutal and there was a large amount of damage to the club and staff. In the chaos, Sanzo eventually managed to slip out and make his way home. . . but the syndicate followed him, attacking the home in the early morning as everyone slept. The place was ransacked and the people-- including his family and their servants-- were injured. However, largely, the Dahila were focused on stealing, taking the numerous artifacts and such that the Gensho had acquired over the centuries and taking them with the intent to sell them on the black market across the universe.
In the aftermath, it was the final straw for the Gensho family. In a rage, his grandfather banished him from the house, exiling him until he could return all that was stolen, particularly the scrolls and books that had been stolen, as they chronicled the history of the Gensho, as well as history of days gone on Earth. With that, the young halfbreed was banished because of his arrogance and violent nature, forced onto a journey to recover lost treasure and knowledge that has surely been scattered to the four corners of the universe. . . but for now, though, he is taking it easy, as he is certain it will all work out in the end, and besides. . . what is the point of a trip if he doesn't have a little fun?
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.
- [SP] Ki Suppression
Sanzo can suppress his ki! Works down to 1 PL. - [[SP-1] Ki Sense- Cannot sense powers below 2,000 PL, cannot tell Ki signatures apart from each other, planetary range
- [SP] Flight
Take flight to soar through any atmosphere you wish. Any realistic speeds (for your power level range) can be reached. - [SP-1] Ki Mastery
10% to completely fail to use a Tier 2 technique (this is determined with a 1d100 roll on the dice roller, if the result is 10 or less the backlash is considered), only allows up to T2 techniques - [SP-1] Afterimage/Zanzoken (T1 - T3)
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) - [KI-1] Sunset Wave
Sanzo unleashes an orange beam of energy at up to 33% of his current PL. - [Tier] Technique 8
Example Solo
The wind howled like the icy breath of a lone wolf in the night as Gensho Sanzo settled down to sleep. It was chilly that night, an expected result given how he had chosen to go north that day. Perhaps the north capital might hold some of the treasures he sought. It was a long shot, but in the back of his head, he figured that maybe somewhere out of the way would be a good place for an intergalactic crime syndicate to dump some stolen goods. . Entirely unlikely, but at leastit was a good excuse to see the sights.
The fire the hybrid had built crackled as the wood inside burned, the scent of smoke lingering in the air and clinging to the snow that surrounded him. Sanzo’s stomach growled, a deep and angry sound, and he placed his hand on it in discontent. The smell reminded him of the great hearth back home and how the servants had cooked over it. But he was far from home and with precious little to eat. For the night, memories would have to be his sustenance.
The half-Saiyan rolled onto his side and tucked himself into a tight ball and prepared to sleep, despite the growing protests of his stomach. But there was no rest for the wicked on that night and nary a dream to be had as the young man remained in the waking world with only the sounds of the wind, the fire, and the memories bouncing around the inside of his skull to keep him company for the night.
It had not been his fault. What was he supposed to do? Nothing? Stand aside and let some upstart goon do whatever he wanted? Sanzo had shouted that at his family when the dust had settled. The young hybrid would not stand idly by and watch things happen, consequences be damned. And his grandfather had just looked at Sanzo, his eyes alight with a cocktail of anger, pity, exasperation, and disgust, all four aimed at his only grandson.
“That’s not the point, Sanzo,” he had said with barely contained rage and venom in his voice, “today isn’t the issue. Today is just a symptom of a larger plague and so is the fact that you don’t seem to get that.”
What did that even mean? Sanzo was unsure. But he was not going to stress over it. All he had to do was get everything back, right? That would be easy. . . and fun too. On paper, it seemed like a good time. See the world, kick some ass, get stronger while doing it and not having his family breathing down his neck about boring nonsense like “honor” and the like for a while. It all sounded good to him. In fact, the only bad part about it all was the circumstances leading up to it. The young hybrid would have greatly preferred it be on his terms, but what happened? He got yelled at, and damn, he thought he was doing the right thing too.
