Post by Maximum on Dec 5, 2016 10:25:58 GMT
-Name-
Maximum Alitson
-Alias-
"Lil'Max"/"Maxi~"
-Species-
"Ugh..-Saiyan.."
-Gender-
"Quite an obvious question..-Male."
-Age-
"Nineteen?-Yeah, we'll stick with that."
-Appearance-
At first glance, Max is all but intimidating. Being only 5'4, many tend to tower over him by a number of inches, though Max has learned to not care about it despite the number of insults and nicknames he has received in his lifetime. What he lacks in height, Max clearly makes up for in size. Being just over 160 pounds of stout, level-headed, power. Since he's typically underestimated strength-wise due to his small size, Max finds it quite amusing when his opponent realizes that size isn't everything, and it makes for quite the conversation in spars.. Since the war, Max has somewhat slid his way into the human society. Finding a loose white buttoned shirt with its sleeves stylishly cut off, a black tie to go along with it, a dark blue pair of pants, generic black and white tennis shoes, and it's all topped off with a white beanie over his wildly cut hair. His tail is quite long considering his size, so he tends to keep it wrapped up twice around his waist, under his clothes. (Added Gi.)
-History-
Max's history is more sad, than it is long.
Max was born to two middle-class Saiyans, his father's name fading his mind with time. Unlike Zucceli, his mother's name. Before he could even speak, Max put shame to his family's name by hitting a bloodline low in power, hardly reaching double digits at birth. Max was placed in a low-class bracket, rather than the Mid-to-High his predecessors had been placed in. So naturally at a young age, Max was tormented and disrespected by his peers, older siblings, and worst of all- His elders. His Mother, however, showed him the only love he truly received in his life. She had always taught him to push through all of his hard times, that'd she be there for him when she could.. His father thought this encouragement was a waste of time, commanding his mother to cease her 'patronization'.
While her words said yes, her actions didn't. Secretly showing Max what love she could as often as she could without getting caught, occasionally helping Max train so he could catch up to his peers. Through the constant beatings he received from his classmates, and the occasional training sessions with his mother, Max grew to be a very physical fighter. Pushing his way up his class slowly, but surely. He quickly learned that his legs were among his best tools, right behind his speed and unrivaled pursuit skills. And as an added result of the physical beatings he received from his peers, his body became physically tougher and swifter. Things seemed to be moving quite smoothly as Max slowly gained the respect of his peers with his newfound strengths, and the support of his loving mother gave Max some content and happy thoughts for a short while..
That is, until his raging abusive father discovered the little meeting his mother had kept up, despite his commands. He was furious, lashing out at her one night, then the next.. However, the negative attention didn't fade from Max. If anything, it became worse. His father still found that training his: "Excuse of a son" was still a waste of anyone's time, especially his wife's. Once again, Zucceli ignored the requests of her husband. Continuing to train Max to the best of her ability, along with teaching him some power life lessons that have stuck with him to this date.
His father, however, was quick to discover the disobedience his wife treated him with. Seeing this as the final straw, Max's abusive father boiled to a breaking point. Releasing his anger out on his wife, and only a few moments passed before she had been turned into a red mess, right before Max's very eyes.. He was frozen..-Dumbfounded of the bloodied scene before him.
"Weak. You'll always be."
It was the last thing his father had said to him as they were separated, leaving Max mentally scarred to match his many physical ones.
The first year of Max being without any parents was a tough one, his old bright outlook was quickly replaced by a calm and non-caring demeanor that has lasted to date. His new, (Somewhat Mute..) self-had slowly grown to hate many things in life, and the fact he was quite lonely didn't help either. At the age of 9, Max made the decision to quit moping, forcing his frustrations back into combat. It was hard without the encouragement of his mother, but a new drive appeared, working as a wonderful substitute to his mother's encouragement. The drive to prove his unloving father wrong.
While he wasn't as vocal as he used to be, his determination was unlike any other his age. As he pushed himself to become more powerful, his natural saiyan lust for combat increased, slowly reaching the point of insanity as he moved up in combat class. The rush that Max received from combat was like no other, even if his life was in danger, he could not deny the lust he felt from the swing of a punch or kick. It was like no other, and there was no fight where he didn't give it everything he had.
His lust for combat showed the most prominently when he reached the age of 16.
It was supposed to be a casual spar with a childhood friend, but as the fight continued, Max began to lose his sense of control as he fought. The spar quickly escalating to dangerous levels as they fought on. In the end, Max fatally wounded his friend, nearly killing him in the process. At this time, Max decided to take a break from fighting to find some calmness in his life, taking a sort of vacation to Earth before settling down for a year. In this year, he settled on a small farm, assisting the humans there by doing the grunt work around the land. Max quickly gained the trust of the humans, integrating himself into their calm lifestyle as he trained himself to hold back on his thirst for combat, along with a bit of physical training.. For the first time in Max's life, he reached a point of satisfaction with himself, along with picking up a few good morals that his mother would've been proud of.
Then the war came.
You would think that Max would struggle with his decision of which faction to side with, but he enjoyed his peaceful and comforting times Earth had provided for him. And was willing to fight to keep that joy. The day of the invasion was tough on Max, mostly due to him being out-matched by a number of the invading Saiyans. And while he fought hard, he barely escaped with his life as the threat was pushed back to his home planet.
A slight bit of paranoia has pushed Max to condition himself to grow stronger, and while he's not entirely sure how he should go about doing so..-
He'll be giving it everything he's got.
-Starting Planet-
"Earth. Where else would you expect me to be?"
-Transformations-
|Oozaru (x10)|
||Uncontrolled.||
Genetic data within the Saiyan's tail can be exploited on exposure to Blutz Waves from a celestial body such as a moon which converts sunlight to this energy upon reflection.
The resulting transformation into a giant ape yields a 10x power increase. Speed is NOT hindered.
-Techniques-
|Offensive|
Upwards Crash [N1]
The user charges their Ki, then rushes their opponent with great speed. Sending four powerful, block breaking kicks
upward into the opponent, before sending them downwards with two fists.
|Support|
Afterimage [SU1]
Through a sudden burst of speed, you leave behind a static image of yourself to distract your opponent.
This technique allows you to completely dodge techniques beneath 100% of your PL. This technique uses 1 KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged.
|Utility|
Flight [UT]
You have a method of taking to the sky allowing you to take your fights to even greater heights!
|Special|
[None for now!]
-Items-
500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Maximum Alitson
-Alias-
"Lil'Max"/"Maxi~"
-Species-
"Ugh..-Saiyan.."
-Gender-
"Quite an obvious question..-Male."
-Age-
"Nineteen?-Yeah, we'll stick with that."
-Appearance-
At first glance, Max is all but intimidating. Being only 5'4, many tend to tower over him by a number of inches, though Max has learned to not care about it despite the number of insults and nicknames he has received in his lifetime. What he lacks in height, Max clearly makes up for in size. Being just over 160 pounds of stout, level-headed, power. Since he's typically underestimated strength-wise due to his small size, Max finds it quite amusing when his opponent realizes that size isn't everything, and it makes for quite the conversation in spars.. Since the war, Max has somewhat slid his way into the human society. Finding a loose white buttoned shirt with its sleeves stylishly cut off, a black tie to go along with it, a dark blue pair of pants, generic black and white tennis shoes, and it's all topped off with a white beanie over his wildly cut hair. His tail is quite long considering his size, so he tends to keep it wrapped up twice around his waist, under his clothes. (Added Gi.)
-History-
Max's history is more sad, than it is long.
Max was born to two middle-class Saiyans, his father's name fading his mind with time. Unlike Zucceli, his mother's name. Before he could even speak, Max put shame to his family's name by hitting a bloodline low in power, hardly reaching double digits at birth. Max was placed in a low-class bracket, rather than the Mid-to-High his predecessors had been placed in. So naturally at a young age, Max was tormented and disrespected by his peers, older siblings, and worst of all- His elders. His Mother, however, showed him the only love he truly received in his life. She had always taught him to push through all of his hard times, that'd she be there for him when she could.. His father thought this encouragement was a waste of time, commanding his mother to cease her 'patronization'.
While her words said yes, her actions didn't. Secretly showing Max what love she could as often as she could without getting caught, occasionally helping Max train so he could catch up to his peers. Through the constant beatings he received from his classmates, and the occasional training sessions with his mother, Max grew to be a very physical fighter. Pushing his way up his class slowly, but surely. He quickly learned that his legs were among his best tools, right behind his speed and unrivaled pursuit skills. And as an added result of the physical beatings he received from his peers, his body became physically tougher and swifter. Things seemed to be moving quite smoothly as Max slowly gained the respect of his peers with his newfound strengths, and the support of his loving mother gave Max some content and happy thoughts for a short while..
That is, until his raging abusive father discovered the little meeting his mother had kept up, despite his commands. He was furious, lashing out at her one night, then the next.. However, the negative attention didn't fade from Max. If anything, it became worse. His father still found that training his: "Excuse of a son" was still a waste of anyone's time, especially his wife's. Once again, Zucceli ignored the requests of her husband. Continuing to train Max to the best of her ability, along with teaching him some power life lessons that have stuck with him to this date.
His father, however, was quick to discover the disobedience his wife treated him with. Seeing this as the final straw, Max's abusive father boiled to a breaking point. Releasing his anger out on his wife, and only a few moments passed before she had been turned into a red mess, right before Max's very eyes.. He was frozen..-Dumbfounded of the bloodied scene before him.
"Weak. You'll always be."
It was the last thing his father had said to him as they were separated, leaving Max mentally scarred to match his many physical ones.
The first year of Max being without any parents was a tough one, his old bright outlook was quickly replaced by a calm and non-caring demeanor that has lasted to date. His new, (Somewhat Mute..) self-had slowly grown to hate many things in life, and the fact he was quite lonely didn't help either. At the age of 9, Max made the decision to quit moping, forcing his frustrations back into combat. It was hard without the encouragement of his mother, but a new drive appeared, working as a wonderful substitute to his mother's encouragement. The drive to prove his unloving father wrong.
While he wasn't as vocal as he used to be, his determination was unlike any other his age. As he pushed himself to become more powerful, his natural saiyan lust for combat increased, slowly reaching the point of insanity as he moved up in combat class. The rush that Max received from combat was like no other, even if his life was in danger, he could not deny the lust he felt from the swing of a punch or kick. It was like no other, and there was no fight where he didn't give it everything he had.
His lust for combat showed the most prominently when he reached the age of 16.
It was supposed to be a casual spar with a childhood friend, but as the fight continued, Max began to lose his sense of control as he fought. The spar quickly escalating to dangerous levels as they fought on. In the end, Max fatally wounded his friend, nearly killing him in the process. At this time, Max decided to take a break from fighting to find some calmness in his life, taking a sort of vacation to Earth before settling down for a year. In this year, he settled on a small farm, assisting the humans there by doing the grunt work around the land. Max quickly gained the trust of the humans, integrating himself into their calm lifestyle as he trained himself to hold back on his thirst for combat, along with a bit of physical training.. For the first time in Max's life, he reached a point of satisfaction with himself, along with picking up a few good morals that his mother would've been proud of.
Then the war came.
You would think that Max would struggle with his decision of which faction to side with, but he enjoyed his peaceful and comforting times Earth had provided for him. And was willing to fight to keep that joy. The day of the invasion was tough on Max, mostly due to him being out-matched by a number of the invading Saiyans. And while he fought hard, he barely escaped with his life as the threat was pushed back to his home planet.
A slight bit of paranoia has pushed Max to condition himself to grow stronger, and while he's not entirely sure how he should go about doing so..-
He'll be giving it everything he's got.
-Starting Planet-
"Earth. Where else would you expect me to be?"
-Transformations-
|Oozaru (x10)|
||Uncontrolled.||
Genetic data within the Saiyan's tail can be exploited on exposure to Blutz Waves from a celestial body such as a moon which converts sunlight to this energy upon reflection.
The resulting transformation into a giant ape yields a 10x power increase. Speed is NOT hindered.
-Techniques-
|Offensive|
Upwards Crash [N1]
The user charges their Ki, then rushes their opponent with great speed. Sending four powerful, block breaking kicks
upward into the opponent, before sending them downwards with two fists.
|Support|
Afterimage [SU1]
Through a sudden burst of speed, you leave behind a static image of yourself to distract your opponent.
This technique allows you to completely dodge techniques beneath 100% of your PL. This technique uses 1 KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged.
|Utility|
Flight [UT]
You have a method of taking to the sky allowing you to take your fights to even greater heights!
|Special|
[None for now!]
-Items-
500 Zenni
One-Use Pod