Post by Sheath on Dec 22, 2014 23:39:13 GMT
Name:
Sheath
Alias: "Devil."
Species:
Namekian
Gender:
Male appearance.
Age:
9
Appearance:
History:
Sheath had been born onto the luscious blue lands of the Planet Namek though he wasn't born the average or normal Namekian, no. He was discoloured from the rest of his brethren. Instead of taking the colour of the vast majority of their race which was most commonly a green, Sheath had been brought into the world with the colour of red haunting his skin. Of course with being a polite and kind hearted race the Namekian elders and civilization accepted Sheath without hesitation or judgement on his differences. They had treated him like he was just the ordinary Namekian.
The problem hadn't arose with the rest of the Namekian population. The problem had erupted deep down inside of Sheath. As a child he couldn't learn how to accept himself, he couldn't figure out how to accept the fact that he had been different from the rest. It was something unexplainable as to why he was red and the rest of the Namekains had been green but it didn't sit well with him. Though it hadn't been true it had brought Sheath to believe that deep down the other Namekians had been judging him and teasing him all along. Despising him because of his differences. This had brought a disgusted and uncomfortable feeling to the young Namekian's stomach. He wanted to be normal, he wanted to fit in. He didn't want to be different from the rest. He didn't want to be an outcast. It just wasn't fair!
After a few more years, the Red Namekian Sheath had gathered up the elder council and discussed a use for the Dragon-Balls. His request was simple. All he had wanted was one wish. To be normal and to be like the rest of the Namekians on the planet. He wanted to be green like the rest of his race. Without hesitation they had denied his wishes. They had been teaching all Namekians across their planet that the Dragon-Balls weren't for self gain but used as a tool to help others in NEED. Another large factor in the elder councils decision was that they hadn't seen a SINGLE thing wrong with their young Namekian brother. He may have had a difference of colour but at heart he wasn't anything other than a Namekian warrior. Why use a wish to fix something that hadn't been broken!? It didn't make sense to them.
Angrily leaving the council meeting Sheath began to think of why they had stopped him from making him normal. It was because deep down inside they were all laughing at him wasn't it!? They thought he had been a freak! That must of been it! They wanted him around for nothing more than a tool of their amusement! No! Sheath wouldn't stand for that! Devising up a plot, Sheath had made a move. He went from village to village collecting what Dragon-Balls he could.
Of course with all six in his grasp one had remained. He would have gotten it too if it wasn't for the strongest of Namekian warriors at that time. He had been caught and tossed before council once again. When they asked him why he did it, Sheath explained with anger in his tone, but it hadn't just been civilized talk. It had been much worse than that. "YOU DAMN GREENS WON'T LET ME FIT IN. YOU ALL THINK I'M NOTHING MORE BUT A FREAK!" Pausing, Sheath glanced around at the elders. Something had snapped inside of his head. The evil that had lurked inside him had finally begin to come out. The first stage was greed and that was how the elders had saw his wish request, as a greedy thing. "YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M THE EVOLUTION TO THE NAMEKIAN RACE. I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU! ONE DAY I WILL CONQUER YOU ALL AND YOU'LL ALL BOW BEFORE ME! JUST YOU WATCH!" Having this come from a small and young Namekian child had not only upset the elder council but completely disgusted them. They didn't want to end this conflict with violence and had absolutely no choice but to exile him off of the planet. Throughout the small Namekian's life they had treated him as their equal and tried to treat him like one of their own. Yet, he had such a evil nature. Banishing him off the Planet, they worried that one day he'd return to keep his word. They could only hope that he wouldn't. From that point forth. He was dubbed as the "Devil."
Another handful of years had passed. Sheath had put his fighting abilities to use with only one thing in mind. That had been self gain. He had found himself enrolled in the forces of Empress Wyntre and had been one of the better of her soldiers. Of course, he was only doing this to become much more powerful and to become a much better and strategic fighter. He had no cares for Wyntre and her obsession over the conquest of the galaxy. He had only wanted to benefit himself. Being the intelligent warrior that he was, he knew that someday he'd stomp the floor with his current leader and take over her place as the galaxies ruler. Of course that would come in time. For now, as long as he played loyal. She would be a great asset to his plans and help him reach his goals, a great ally for the time being. As long as she kept giving him missions and guiding him towards strength he wouldn't object with her orders.
Though when the time comes, He'd gladly step up to take his rightful place as ruler of the Galaxy and killing all and any whom oppose him.
Though Sheath is a tactical genius when he's completely calm, he's a hot headed mess when he's pushed to anger. Most likely blasting away like a MAD MAN in hopes of destroying his target. Though, it rarely comes to such things.
Starting Planet: Earth, considering it's the only one.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Darkness Eye Beam
[UP2] Death Stare
Support
[SU] Flight
[Su] Ki Sense
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Sheath
Alias: "Devil."
Species:
Namekian
Gender:
Male appearance.
Age:
9
Appearance:
History:
Sheath had been born onto the luscious blue lands of the Planet Namek though he wasn't born the average or normal Namekian, no. He was discoloured from the rest of his brethren. Instead of taking the colour of the vast majority of their race which was most commonly a green, Sheath had been brought into the world with the colour of red haunting his skin. Of course with being a polite and kind hearted race the Namekian elders and civilization accepted Sheath without hesitation or judgement on his differences. They had treated him like he was just the ordinary Namekian.
The problem hadn't arose with the rest of the Namekian population. The problem had erupted deep down inside of Sheath. As a child he couldn't learn how to accept himself, he couldn't figure out how to accept the fact that he had been different from the rest. It was something unexplainable as to why he was red and the rest of the Namekains had been green but it didn't sit well with him. Though it hadn't been true it had brought Sheath to believe that deep down the other Namekians had been judging him and teasing him all along. Despising him because of his differences. This had brought a disgusted and uncomfortable feeling to the young Namekian's stomach. He wanted to be normal, he wanted to fit in. He didn't want to be different from the rest. He didn't want to be an outcast. It just wasn't fair!
After a few more years, the Red Namekian Sheath had gathered up the elder council and discussed a use for the Dragon-Balls. His request was simple. All he had wanted was one wish. To be normal and to be like the rest of the Namekians on the planet. He wanted to be green like the rest of his race. Without hesitation they had denied his wishes. They had been teaching all Namekians across their planet that the Dragon-Balls weren't for self gain but used as a tool to help others in NEED. Another large factor in the elder councils decision was that they hadn't seen a SINGLE thing wrong with their young Namekian brother. He may have had a difference of colour but at heart he wasn't anything other than a Namekian warrior. Why use a wish to fix something that hadn't been broken!? It didn't make sense to them.
Angrily leaving the council meeting Sheath began to think of why they had stopped him from making him normal. It was because deep down inside they were all laughing at him wasn't it!? They thought he had been a freak! That must of been it! They wanted him around for nothing more than a tool of their amusement! No! Sheath wouldn't stand for that! Devising up a plot, Sheath had made a move. He went from village to village collecting what Dragon-Balls he could.
Of course with all six in his grasp one had remained. He would have gotten it too if it wasn't for the strongest of Namekian warriors at that time. He had been caught and tossed before council once again. When they asked him why he did it, Sheath explained with anger in his tone, but it hadn't just been civilized talk. It had been much worse than that. "YOU DAMN GREENS WON'T LET ME FIT IN. YOU ALL THINK I'M NOTHING MORE BUT A FREAK!" Pausing, Sheath glanced around at the elders. Something had snapped inside of his head. The evil that had lurked inside him had finally begin to come out. The first stage was greed and that was how the elders had saw his wish request, as a greedy thing. "YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M THE EVOLUTION TO THE NAMEKIAN RACE. I'M BETTER THAN YOU! I'M BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU! ONE DAY I WILL CONQUER YOU ALL AND YOU'LL ALL BOW BEFORE ME! JUST YOU WATCH!" Having this come from a small and young Namekian child had not only upset the elder council but completely disgusted them. They didn't want to end this conflict with violence and had absolutely no choice but to exile him off of the planet. Throughout the small Namekian's life they had treated him as their equal and tried to treat him like one of their own. Yet, he had such a evil nature. Banishing him off the Planet, they worried that one day he'd return to keep his word. They could only hope that he wouldn't. From that point forth. He was dubbed as the "Devil."
Another handful of years had passed. Sheath had put his fighting abilities to use with only one thing in mind. That had been self gain. He had found himself enrolled in the forces of Empress Wyntre and had been one of the better of her soldiers. Of course, he was only doing this to become much more powerful and to become a much better and strategic fighter. He had no cares for Wyntre and her obsession over the conquest of the galaxy. He had only wanted to benefit himself. Being the intelligent warrior that he was, he knew that someday he'd stomp the floor with his current leader and take over her place as the galaxies ruler. Of course that would come in time. For now, as long as he played loyal. She would be a great asset to his plans and help him reach his goals, a great ally for the time being. As long as she kept giving him missions and guiding him towards strength he wouldn't object with her orders.
Though when the time comes, He'd gladly step up to take his rightful place as ruler of the Galaxy and killing all and any whom oppose him.
Though Sheath is a tactical genius when he's completely calm, he's a hot headed mess when he's pushed to anger. Most likely blasting away like a MAD MAN in hopes of destroying his target. Though, it rarely comes to such things.
Starting Planet: Earth, considering it's the only one.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Darkness Eye Beam
[UP2] Death Stare
Support
[SU] Flight
[Su] Ki Sense
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
