Race Traits 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.
Preferred Transformation Path None, He just wants to be a wizard.
Personality Little Silver is always a positive lad, who doesn’t quite understand the concept of villainy but has a certain knack for becoming infatuated with certain people. Silver tends to have a few desires that he doesn’t want to lose to others.
He always has a desire to learn and doesn’t believe that anybody else knows how to prepare him except for actual experience! Sadly, this does mean that when he experiences something that is beyond his knowledge, he grows afraid and cries every so often.
Appearance Sidebar Image except the fluffiest tail and ears for the fox part added in~. He is 3 feet tall and in zoan form he is 2 feet long.
History Silver was born into a happy family, his father always telling him that life came in small bounds, as he was told by his parents that the dad was an amazing friend to animals, mother always blushing when this was spoken off. Honestly, while surprising there was nobody who would believe that it was an actual zoan kitsune for a streak to laze around in her animal form via shapeshifting.
With his childhood developing and his behaviour changing according to how his mom raised him, a few things were always told with great importance. You should always wash your hands! Classrooms are boring! Food is to be hunted in animal form and by becoming the greatest wizard maybe you can one day meet granny! Silver always loved the stories that were told by his parents as they avoided the subject of granny, how she had ended up. The kid his hopes and dreams growing in bounds of excitement as he would always figure out that there was something new to go find out.
It was when he hit twelve that his mother kicked him out of the house to learn his trade, completely in fox form as his father kept yelling across the roof. There was not a single moment of regret in both of their faces as the dad was dragged back inside by the mother wearing nothing but her leather battlesuit as the kid had one goal in mind. It was time to learn how to do the mathemagic and the special magic!
It was within two months that he had found his very own teacher in a small rundown house in one of the major cities, with his abilities needing the use of white powders and nasal ingestion, he always told him how his heart powered him. Taking this to mind, Little silver figured out that by starting his own leather bound story of magic spells! From little notions to small buffs that the man was able to do as he remembered it like it was yesterday, with the white ingredients he needed to cast magic on his face, he entirely lit up as he shouted some kind of strange, murmuring that he wasn’t allowed to hear by his assistants before a car blew up and they ran from the people in the blue outfits with their flashy cars!
Sadly, after a year or two of being taught how to manipulate energy with the people dressed in their battle armour ending up dragged away by the villains, Silver realized that there was more in life! The person with his face covered after putting up a valiant fight turning his face around and simply saying that he didn’t know the kid. Shouting towards him that every lesson he gave him was everything that he could’ve asked for, the man who always indulged himself in his own desires for once felt a strange sting. Elbowing a cop as the man looked down towards the criminal, tears streaming down his face he whispered for them to keep an eye on the kid as he would raise one of his hands “Get yourself a happy family! Find yourself a woman or two and learn that magic thingamajig and make your friend proud!” At the age of 14, that was when he last met his first friend.
When he was aged 15, Silver found himself an actual job for once, spending his time making small curatives in the forest using herbs and knowledge he had learned from his teacher in the city, he would always carry his little backpack knitted from pieces of wool that he was able to afford by selling medicines at a criminally low price. It wasn’t like he knew the actual price of things as he tended to hunt his own food in bulk in the forests of the world, but it did not mean that he had the ability to do this with ease. Every time that he got struck and was slammed down to the ground, he always ended up with an old married couple of a Shinjin and Majin who offered him a cup of hot cocoa as he would try to heal his hurt little leg. Yet he always stood up after repaying them for his services, something that he found later they didn’t put in their own pocket.
With nearly 4 years of experience in the area of selling small medical salves and learning about where his granny was, the information finally came forwards. It was like a storm of happiness followed by the desire to learn more, there was nothing more exciting than what was happening right now as he made his way to the forest where she was apparently residing. His animalistic body skipping across the landscape as his physical fortitude was improving by leaps while his height was not in the least. A bummer not to say the least but he was always ready to put in the effort to seem big and important in the world! But little did the little critter know after waiting outside for the figure that was inside saying “wait a little!” for a total of six days that his actual granny wasn’t a granny. His family tree just got a bunch more complex, Granny was an eternal shut-in with her snacks and desire to just hide away from humanity.
At first it was a case of getting constantly shouted at as the little guy tried his best to figure out what was going on. The shining box was on, he shouldn’t be nearby! The windows were open, the sun is out! Close them so naps can happen, while he always ended up confused on all these rules, Silver took happiness in being able to help! Learning how to cook, Learning how to be able to manage his time better and how to handle taxes, this little bugger ended up raising this shut-in for a while as he stayed until he was twenty two! Obtaining a small birthday card from his twenty six brothers and sisters, he would smile before realizing that his age meant that he had to learn faster! He had to learn how to be a grand mage and help mom and dad back at home!
It was at this point that silver took notice of the strange writings that were written in the thin books, small expeditions to the future of love and strength that would grant him the information on what he has to do! He had to learn the techniques in these small books upon which he spend his last few years before he would make himself known! To get the approval of being the grandest wizard and be the best boy, this little fox like creature wouldn’t stop at anything. He was going to prove to the others that he could learn what was written in those small books and become the best wizard!
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. SPOILER: Click to hide
[SP-1] Magic Librarian - Gain the ability to use magic and manifest junk items and small house cleaning equipment.
[SP-1] Defense Expand! - Create a barrier by inciting growth into a person, either temporarily or otherwise, this absorbs damage for the target for up to 33% of his PL!
[SP-1] Fluffiness! - If somebody is in close range, the user uses their tail to stuff it into the opponent's face to stun them.
[SP-1] Fireball! - If somebody is at long range, the user attempts to generate a brilliant fireball, although their excitement and furious tail movements mess up the delicate balance causing a bright flash to stun everybody including the user.
[SP-1] Healing Massage - Using the experience from working with his master in the slums, he makes a person feel their best in battle, ending up with a few strangely flushed faces as he recovers 1.5 HP per point of Ki spend
[SP-1] Shapeshifting - Sadly, this little guy is only able to transform into a small fox whenever he panics, ending up with quite a few issues when he tries to show off!
[SP-1] Panic! - Turning into his animal form or shrinking even smaller the user slips out of the way of an attack in a fit of panic!
[SP-1] Weird magic! - The kid is capable of using Ki in smaller amounts… Although he doesn’t know much more except for that it keeps him alive!
Every story begins with an opening, yet this opening doesn’t resemble anything heroic, neither does it resemble anything like an epic. There are no connections to a villain his main story, there is no direct influence of some past influence that would have drawn him to either path. Instead there is just a story about a small creature that has stepped onto his own path and tries to do his best for those that he cared about.
A man who is considered heroic in some eyes, foolish in some, a man who has grown up in the last few years with his heart where it belongs. An absolutely foolish man who has woken up in the morning with the sun shining briefly through his window, the soft fluttering of the curtains that wake him up as a light chirping is heard outside, the feathery creatures in a million colours and there is nothing that can stop their orchestra. The orchestra that breaks the dawn of the morning as the small adult brings himself upright in his bed, the blanket slowly shifting off his body to the right onto a bed that has been cleaned mere hours ago. His mind shifting to the stories within his dream, the fantastical events that would have occurred as he raises his hand in protection to follow suit to what was stolen from him upon the awakening as he took a breath of fresh summer air. Ears fluttering gently as the creature would have his eyes blink a few times to drink in the dawn of a new day, mornings always striking him a little slowly. Stumbling to his feet with a delicate balance as his tail scraped by his bed, nearly dragging his blanket down to the ground, he would turn himself around to take in the mess he had caused. Getting dressed or making certain that his bed looked presentable was always a choice that he solidly took a moment for, his small posture stammering towards the window as the creaking steps that lead him upwards to allow his sight to escape the room reminded him of the age of this place.
“Morning.” He would proclaim to the world in a soft murmur, his voice carrying a slight hint of lime and strawberries in an attempt to try some new fad with the ladies in the mall a close half an hour away. Who would blame this 3 foot tall creature from trying whatever option he would get his small hands upon to try and increase this height? Yet as he would raise his palm to try and surge into the energies that brought forwards his amazement, it didn’t take long for it all to come crumbling down. The first few droplets of a large collection of clouds starting to gather around as the man stood on his stool facing out of the window, the creaking drowning out by the soft pitter patter that was becoming a rhythm to lose oneself in. His mouth widening softly as he jumped of the steps, his legs quivering for a moment as he regained his balance before a gentle push was felt against his torso, both his palms striking against the wood as he morphed into the small loaf like exterior of a fox. His paws tapping against the wooden floor as those who were downstairs could easily hear his rushed attempts to get towards the other room. His mind wasn’t in a situation where he would panic, it was calm, collected as he made his way through the long hallway, past three closed doors into an open one straight across, the stairs to his right catching his eyes but being of no interest. Wooden racks made from small logs of oak that he had used to dry his clothes upon were placed on the balcony of his house as he gritted his canine teeth, thinking to himself how to prepare his plan before manifesting a small spherical ball of fire above his mouth, knowing full well that he didn’t have his catalyst with him, his ingredients, nothing akin to what made it much more stable as the dice was cast upon the table of fate. A blinding flash that illuminated the soon encroaching darkness as the man would freeze in place for a split second, knowing that the heat would clash with the approaching downpour as his mouth prepared itself. Four seconds passed as he had closed the distance towards the drying clothes, starting from the ones the furthest away as he bit down onto the small clippers that kept them stable before kicking them with his hindlegs into a pile. Life always had a small collection of choices that you could perform, but this canine body of his was always a quick and interesting one to play around with. Instead of having access to what humans consider easy, mother had always shown him that they had to make do with what they had, the inability to use their thumbs in the animalistic forms, the inability to see as well as some other races, and above all, the limitations of their small bodies. Pile after pile of clothing being kicked to the ground as he could hear the count in his head pass with a droplet touching his head, a small collection of puddles start to form as the passageway of wood would bring them a chance to encroach onto the pile of clothes.
Scratching sounds as he tried to regain his balance from the puddle, the wood forcing his small nails to lose their balance, forcing him to take another valuable second to correct his balance as he would morph in the middle of his leap. His mass exploding outwards into a slightly smaller posture as he would feel his senses both sharpening and weakening, his body creaking against himself as if it tried to punish him for doing such a technique in such a short frame of time as his arms wrapped around the pile, the heel of his foot slammed down onto a small puddle as he used the slippery nature to give him a little boost. An extra push of momentum as he slammed his heel into the small raised frame of the door.
Pain. Immense, agonizing pain was felt through his heel as he had rolled onto the carpeted floor that was capable of taking a few rather wet errors when he had to dry his clothes inside as he lay with his back onto his clothes with an awkward laughter, his gaze connecting to the roof where he had vague markings of what was once a research laboratory presenting themselves. He had always found a fascination in the methods of the divine, the methods of the men who were able to cast their hand towards the sky and force a change to happen.
Daddy was a martial artist, one who was capable of striking his palm against the surface of wood and tear it asunder with relative ease. But mommy wasn’t just a martial artist, no, she had learned from her granny, a magical wonder resting in her precious confinement for dangers she had not ever caused. Indeed, she was locked away for reasons that he had never figured out, others saying she was some kind of cursed ‘shutin’, probably a mythical beast that wasn’t able to leave ever. But the wonder and amazement when the first spell was cast, his eyes as a child lighting up as he wanted to learn how to do these brilliant things... Mom was able to tear apart the clouds! Split massive rivers and even go as far to create weather patterns that would benefit her in a battle to survive as the ferocious beast of scales had wandered out of the dark forest into the farm lands of his home town. With the rain clouding his vision from above and the mist clouding his vision from below, his mother bend the elements to her will before a single strike from her palm onto the torso of the beast caused a brilliant flash to crack the sky in two. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen as his face lit up just remembering it, hanging up the clothes and stepping out of the drying room with his face turning to the staircase on his left, leading into a hallway with four doors as the main centerpiece caught his eye more. The massive window that he had ordered with delicate designs as he had saved for months to even be able to afford such fine craftsmanship. A strange small ball of black that was standing on the ground with a line crossing upwards, a strange square reptile that towered high above the sphere that resembled a person upon closer inspection. And electricity, in hundreds of colours as he leaned in his underwear onto the railing while gazing towards it as the rain struck it on the other side, the entire motif coated in the darkness of the sky with the pouring rain. The pain in his foot slowly subsiding as he would smile to himself, bringing his body to the right once again as he made his way back to his room, preparing to grab his ingredients, his custom made wooden staff and everything so he would be able to learn something on this rainy day.
Afterall, was a day where you didn’t learn not just another day wasted?
Last Edit: Jun 3, 2019 0:44:31 GMT by ZD: Add in a requested additional detail: height.