Post by Kouketsu on Mar 25, 2015 21:59:14 GMT
Name: Kouketsu
Alias: KangKong (Vegetable lol)
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Kouketsu has a sharp jawline and piercing black eyes. His hair matches the color of his eyes and fall down to his waist. He wears crimson red armor that covers everything but the very back of his body except for the bottom piece. This armor is more aesthetic then anything since its been passed down in his line of Saiyans, and it's fairly old. He's well toned from constant work out that he continues to push through as a part of his Saiyan life. He's also quite pale, preferring to train inside his home which holds a comfortable temperature.
History: “Time to check the last one. I doubt we’ll get another elite like the king expected this time around. It’s been a bit worrisome actually to say the least. We’ve been getting a lot of the low class Saiyans this year and if we want to assert ourselves as the dominant race then we must have more elite offspring.”
“You’re right, about this year being worrisome that is. A balance between low-class and the elite is actually better if you ask me. Now hurry up and take me to the last Saiyan, I’ll read his power level and you can mark him down. Then both our jobs are done and we can go on with our lives. I’m surprised there aren’t an more arrivals though. Babies are born every other second on Planet Vegeta, or so they say anyways.”
The man who spoke first escorted the woman with the scouter towards the last pod that held a baby within it. The woman looked down and looked confused, like it was hard to distinguish the baby’s power level. In fact, it was difficult to pinpoint the boy’s power level because of the constant fluctuations that occurred. It stayed at a certain point for a few seconds and then spiked up for a second and right back down to its original power level. The woman blinked a few times and then took off her scouter and tinkered with it a bit. When she placed them back on, the same rhythm continued. She immediately took them off and ruled it as a slight malfunction and marked down the power level that stayed constant for several seconds.
“He’s a low-class Saiyan. For a second there the scouter seemed to read constant spikes in his power level but it must be a malfunction or glitch of some sort.”
“A shame it is. He could have been one of the best Saiyans of this generation.”
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Drip drop drip drop. The sound of sweat that hit the floor in the hot room that drained young Kouketsu’s body of its energy. He hasn’t eaten nor tasted any water for the entirety of the day. He was pushing his body to the limit, like an elite Saiyan would only they had access to things like gravity chambers and rooms dedicated to getting stronger, he didn’t. He was stuck in a house with a father bent on making him one of the strongest Saiyans in the planet, in the entire area known as Space. His father was a well known elite, so having a son that was classified as low-class was hard on both the child and those that were to raise him. Had he have been an elite though, his father most likely wouldn’t have been so involved with his training. Most Saiyan parents weren’t involved in their offspring’s advancements in life. A Saiyan fends for themselves even at birth.
The boy was doing push ups while carrying heavy weights on his back. It was supposed to work out a majority of his upper body, at least that’s what his father had said. The weights were the reasons many of his other muscles were being used as well. Push ups didn’t normally use that many muscles at the same time. Up and down, up and down. The same rhythm with it momentarily being broken every now and again by the strain it put on Kouketsu. He did 100 of them in one set without stopping and then moved on to the next exercise. He couldn’t do that at first, but his father made sure he could eventually. He was up to par with the elites physically but not spiritually. His Ki wasn’t as strong as the others and that’s what made him a low-class Saiyan. He had the right teacher and the right determination but it wasn’t getting him very far. He was going to become one of the strongest, even if he had to kill those that stood in his way.
Kouketsu dropped the weights to his sides and got up. His entire body was drenched in sweat and the floor suffered the same fate. He took his time to get to the thermometer in order to turn down the heat because he was thoroughly exhausted from his training. His sweaty hands managed to grip the nozzle and turn it towards the left. Beads of sweat fell off the nozzle and onto the floor as he pulled himself towards the bathing area. A cold shower would help him recuperate a bit.
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Two men faced one another with a look of hatred in their eyes. One a low-class Saiyan and the other an elite. One completely outraged by the fact that he was to fight a low-class and the other that hated the privileges awarded to those deemed elite. The victor would be the one who’s hatred was greater and could be controlled. The man wearing crimson armor positioned himself yet the opposing man did not. He stood there as if the match was already won. His arrogance and attitude gave the crimson armored man the determination he needed to act first. He feigned a swing into the left side of the man’s ribs which the man did nothing to stop. He could’ve broken his ribs at that instance and put him in his place if he hadn’t feigned the hit. Another straight blow towards his right cheek thrown but this time the man didn’t give him the chance for a full on blow. His hand reached up and caught the crimson armored man’s hand and halted the assault.
The glove that attempted to strike the man forced itself open. The crimson armored man’s fingers interlocked with the other man’s. The opposing man sent a left handed blow towards The armored man’s neck but a glove caught his attempt much like the first. Both hands holding the other. The armored man gave the other a devilish smile and yanked the man’s left hand towards him which gave him wrist control. A knee was sent directly to the Saiyan’s face which connected full on. The Saiyan slumped to the ground with blood falling from his nose. Bystanders watched in awe at the low-class Saiyan who beat an elite. It wasn’t unheard of but it wasn’t common either. The Saiyan made the mistake of fighting his brethren in hand to hand though. The man’s smile slowly disappeared and all he could feel now was hatred, for the Saiyan on the ground, for those that watched in awe, for his own father, for the very planet he called home. All it ever did was discriminate against him, even at birth.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
[UP2] Super Energy Wave Volley: a combination of many energy waves, much more powerful than the average ki blasts, and fired at a very rapid rate. This technique is usually used as a last resort or a desperation move, typically motivated by frustration or rage.
Support
[SU1] Bukujutsu: Allows the user to fly via the manipulation of their ki energy.
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: KangKong (Vegetable lol)
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Kouketsu has a sharp jawline and piercing black eyes. His hair matches the color of his eyes and fall down to his waist. He wears crimson red armor that covers everything but the very back of his body except for the bottom piece. This armor is more aesthetic then anything since its been passed down in his line of Saiyans, and it's fairly old. He's well toned from constant work out that he continues to push through as a part of his Saiyan life. He's also quite pale, preferring to train inside his home which holds a comfortable temperature.
History: “Time to check the last one. I doubt we’ll get another elite like the king expected this time around. It’s been a bit worrisome actually to say the least. We’ve been getting a lot of the low class Saiyans this year and if we want to assert ourselves as the dominant race then we must have more elite offspring.”
“You’re right, about this year being worrisome that is. A balance between low-class and the elite is actually better if you ask me. Now hurry up and take me to the last Saiyan, I’ll read his power level and you can mark him down. Then both our jobs are done and we can go on with our lives. I’m surprised there aren’t an more arrivals though. Babies are born every other second on Planet Vegeta, or so they say anyways.”
The man who spoke first escorted the woman with the scouter towards the last pod that held a baby within it. The woman looked down and looked confused, like it was hard to distinguish the baby’s power level. In fact, it was difficult to pinpoint the boy’s power level because of the constant fluctuations that occurred. It stayed at a certain point for a few seconds and then spiked up for a second and right back down to its original power level. The woman blinked a few times and then took off her scouter and tinkered with it a bit. When she placed them back on, the same rhythm continued. She immediately took them off and ruled it as a slight malfunction and marked down the power level that stayed constant for several seconds.
“He’s a low-class Saiyan. For a second there the scouter seemed to read constant spikes in his power level but it must be a malfunction or glitch of some sort.”
“A shame it is. He could have been one of the best Saiyans of this generation.”
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Drip drop drip drop. The sound of sweat that hit the floor in the hot room that drained young Kouketsu’s body of its energy. He hasn’t eaten nor tasted any water for the entirety of the day. He was pushing his body to the limit, like an elite Saiyan would only they had access to things like gravity chambers and rooms dedicated to getting stronger, he didn’t. He was stuck in a house with a father bent on making him one of the strongest Saiyans in the planet, in the entire area known as Space. His father was a well known elite, so having a son that was classified as low-class was hard on both the child and those that were to raise him. Had he have been an elite though, his father most likely wouldn’t have been so involved with his training. Most Saiyan parents weren’t involved in their offspring’s advancements in life. A Saiyan fends for themselves even at birth.
The boy was doing push ups while carrying heavy weights on his back. It was supposed to work out a majority of his upper body, at least that’s what his father had said. The weights were the reasons many of his other muscles were being used as well. Push ups didn’t normally use that many muscles at the same time. Up and down, up and down. The same rhythm with it momentarily being broken every now and again by the strain it put on Kouketsu. He did 100 of them in one set without stopping and then moved on to the next exercise. He couldn’t do that at first, but his father made sure he could eventually. He was up to par with the elites physically but not spiritually. His Ki wasn’t as strong as the others and that’s what made him a low-class Saiyan. He had the right teacher and the right determination but it wasn’t getting him very far. He was going to become one of the strongest, even if he had to kill those that stood in his way.
Kouketsu dropped the weights to his sides and got up. His entire body was drenched in sweat and the floor suffered the same fate. He took his time to get to the thermometer in order to turn down the heat because he was thoroughly exhausted from his training. His sweaty hands managed to grip the nozzle and turn it towards the left. Beads of sweat fell off the nozzle and onto the floor as he pulled himself towards the bathing area. A cold shower would help him recuperate a bit.
~~~~~~~~
Two men faced one another with a look of hatred in their eyes. One a low-class Saiyan and the other an elite. One completely outraged by the fact that he was to fight a low-class and the other that hated the privileges awarded to those deemed elite. The victor would be the one who’s hatred was greater and could be controlled. The man wearing crimson armor positioned himself yet the opposing man did not. He stood there as if the match was already won. His arrogance and attitude gave the crimson armored man the determination he needed to act first. He feigned a swing into the left side of the man’s ribs which the man did nothing to stop. He could’ve broken his ribs at that instance and put him in his place if he hadn’t feigned the hit. Another straight blow towards his right cheek thrown but this time the man didn’t give him the chance for a full on blow. His hand reached up and caught the crimson armored man’s hand and halted the assault.
The glove that attempted to strike the man forced itself open. The crimson armored man’s fingers interlocked with the other man’s. The opposing man sent a left handed blow towards The armored man’s neck but a glove caught his attempt much like the first. Both hands holding the other. The armored man gave the other a devilish smile and yanked the man’s left hand towards him which gave him wrist control. A knee was sent directly to the Saiyan’s face which connected full on. The Saiyan slumped to the ground with blood falling from his nose. Bystanders watched in awe at the low-class Saiyan who beat an elite. It wasn’t unheard of but it wasn’t common either. The Saiyan made the mistake of fighting his brethren in hand to hand though. The man’s smile slowly disappeared and all he could feel now was hatred, for the Saiyan on the ground, for those that watched in awe, for his own father, for the very planet he called home. All it ever did was discriminate against him, even at birth.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
[UP2] Super Energy Wave Volley: a combination of many energy waves, much more powerful than the average ki blasts, and fired at a very rapid rate. This technique is usually used as a last resort or a desperation move, typically motivated by frustration or rage.
Support
[SU1] Bukujutsu: Allows the user to fly via the manipulation of their ki energy.
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod