Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 5, 2016 0:18:23 GMT
Name: Ayumu
Alias: The Old Gramps
Species: Humanoid
Gender: Male
Age: 431
Appearance:
History:
His life was a rather simple one, one that he didn't wish to admit compared to old legends, new legends and others, he was a simple family man who believed in the concept of the spiritual world, who believed in his promising daughter.
People he gave his entire life for while constantly sitting on the edge of the porch in his rocking chair.
Forgetting his old memories as fast as they came back to him, he could only see everything like a rapid movement, at points trying to stand up with the pressure of his creaking bones to move towards the kitchen to make them a small pastry or even a cake, continiously talked back to from his daughter and his husband, these two willing to put up with the slowly retiring mess that i was.
The scars of my attempts to find something i was good in still carried on my body as i continued to bring myself to continue in life.
Having failed in one of the local tournaments of martial arts, it was easy to understand that my daughter would easily overpower me in any sense of the world with her magnificent powerlevel, yet mine was always such a low failure of a level 1.
Never having been able to train my powerlevel above this pitifull number of one, i am that single person who was useless, unable to train and even unable to fight back to most robberies.
My entire life i had been pushed around while continueing to chase after my dreams like a foolish man, at the age of 18 to 29 i ran around in a kamen rider outfit trying to help people but always getting in the hospital.
At the age of 30 i was permanently scarred in the tournament of the local battles, being made fun of as the enemy i fought against was instantly defeated by somebody who managed to attain a powerlevel of two hundred, like a mere ant and yet i was nearly fatally damaged by a single blow of his punch.
Tears welling up in my eyes as i softly rocked in this chair while having had the luck to find somebody who shared my passion of trying to change something in the world, a warrior who actually had the capabilities to fight, her strenght... easily reaching two thousand when they had her measure it, i was shocked! Honestly!
This woman that i felt everything for slowly started to be a alienated object for me, i kept trying to avoid her, i kept giving shallow praises as i moved on in life from the life as a mere weakling as she continued to love me.
I never was able to argue with her, this massive source of power that anybody else would be able to tolerate as normal made me tremble in my shoes as i was unable to talk back whenever she made a argument.
Yet my insecurities about being weaker never prevented me from butting into the battles she was doing to give her advice, to try and help her, untill i would at some point... at the age of 43 refuse to cry for help, refuse to even attempt to call forwards to this woman that i shared my life with.
Was it this insecurity striking again?, This constant feeling of where i was unable to even be able to help her without obstructing her.
Was this the only reason i was unable to call out to her for a final time as this blast of energy kept travelling rapidly towards me?
The only thing i know now, looking back at it was that it was a stupid decision, the energy blast travelling towards me having been stopped as a woman with a gaping hole in her stomach cried out for my name, my heart turning around as her life had been taken in a massive cloud of dust with presumably mine too.
Feelings rapidly going through my brain, physical pain, confusion, unacceptance, wanting to forget everything yet the fresh feeling of blood starting to go down my hand was so surreal.
I was always the one to lose, i never was able to survive a single encounter without getting damaged, i always threw in my life in the ring without a single realization of how precious my life is, how precious every life is.
Seeing these guys soar away after doing their deed i could only remember the echo'ing sounds of people taking pictures with their phones of a pitifull aging man with a powerlevel that was the same as a dying man embracing a woman that had her eyes closed with a smile on her face.
Life is unfair isn't it?
It was seven years after this encounter with her, i was still unable to believe everything that had been going on as i simply rocked in my chair while slowly wiping away these tears of mine with a trembling hand, wrinkles covering it while it had a leather like texture before placing it down on the table nearby me to lift my body upwards, hearing my daughter and her child simply staring to move towards the opening door, i still am unable to remember how they did it all this fast.
The aging mind of this man was only able to see a single flash as a coated man had to greatly hold back his leg to knock me out and was able to knock out everybody else with relatively ease due to their higher strenghts.
My gritting teeth cracking slightly as i felt my body losing its hope, this constant destruction of my hope that i was unable to forget ever.
Boarded onto a slave vessel in the atmosphere of the planet earth, i was unable to know what direction we were going in, yet my mind can still remember the rage that had build up within me.
Constantly being forced to either submit to a stronger power or be used as a guinea pig for medicines and drugs, constantly having my body being messed with as i started to grow rather fond of a single method of calming myself.
Placing my legs in a cross and starting to meditate for hours upon hours, never reacting to the cries of the prisoners that shouted painfully as their bodies were being ravaged by the constant source of drugs that were circulated through their body.
My eye twitching lightly in one of my deeper meditational trances as i was able to feel my blood like slugs crawling under my skin, praying to the dear almighty that i was able to even survive in this situation.
My entire life was a joke of god wasn't it?, Constantly being forced to try and survive, to hear my own kids on this vessel of a shit hole screaming out for their father and mother while i was unable to do anything.
Even when the meteorite struck the vessel and dumped my body into a small planet with not a single source of life that i could sense with immense gravity, gravity beyond anything i have every felt as blood travelled through my mouth and i was forced to cough for hours upon hours as i expelled uncountless litres.
These litres of blood simply starting to sink into the planet that was as only 30 kilometre in diametre.
the plant life nearby me starting to move towards me with every passing hour as they started to grow within my flesh, constantly forcing myself to throw up this immense amount of blood while attempting to sustain my life.
I was a mere toy of this planet, this sentient planet like object that constantly fed on my body with every passing second.
My time on this planet seemed rather... Painfull to me as i could feel these plant like tendrils starting to crawl through my flesh, as if they were searching for something before a small thorn would inject a small serum into my body causing me to be knocked out of my constant meditational trance and throw up blood, a small hallucination starting to form infront of myself, everytime starting to question my every belief as i simply ignored it at first.
It wasn't untill i started craving for a interaction, some sort of conversation that i managed to converse with it, almost as if instead of hearing what i had to say, it read my minds.
This unshapen blur asked me constantly about my memories in the weirdest fashion, almost as if taking interest in the concept of social interaction.
Constantly talking in a depressing tone towards me while asking me what i was waiting for, what i was trying to attempt by sitting here hours upon hours, where i came from.
I never knew i would have been so accepting of answering this unshapen blur, was it my sheer lack of able to see what this unshapen blur was that i honestly thought i was talking to myself as i started to talk to this thing as if it was a actual thing.
I could only feel myself getting more disgusted with myself as time went on, constantly having trouble to keep up a meditational trance for god knows how long as i attempted to do anything to make this suffering more tolerable.
"Was everything even real?, Am i still alive?"
As these questions continued to appear in my mind i would simply feel myself starting to shed more and more worries as my conversations with this creature continued onwards, in a constant loop.
Yet what struck me the most was the question of if i desired something more than staying here from this constant suffering.
Asking me if i wanted to leave after all this time of staying in this artificial enviroment.
I wasn't able to say anything but yes, a thousand accepting yes, yet i felt like something was wrong here, while i started to wonder.
Wonder in all honesty as my ki was non existant, while reaching my hands out to the tangible blur that i had started to grow fond off, feeling a light source of heat from within the tangible blur i would simply nod while speaking of my rules, raising my body upwards under the crushing pressure as the planet had shrunk under my feet, multiple parts having been torn off and other parts simply fading away from the activity of all these roots moving around.
I felt these strange openings deep within my body, this strange feeling of power surging through me, yet what i felt more closely was the comfort of another soul within my being, supporting my every step as i soared to earth.
Stretching this energetic body of mine as i couldn't remember how i felt in the past, with only one question in my mind...
"After this single week would they still remember me?" unable to realize that he had ascended human limits at the ripe age of 431, along with his powerlevel ready to finally stand a chance in the world!
Starting Planet: Originally Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Hanabira sakimasu - Hana - The humanoid figure starts to bloom rapidly and a gust of wind expands from the user as petals fly in the entire surrounding area before a hole is blasted through the petals blocking the sight with a thick inhumane arm growing from the humanoid figure that smashes towards the opponent at rapid speeds to try and maul them.
[N1]Yūdoku aroma - Hana - You are able to etmit a peculiar toxin in the air that in a radius of 15 metres around the user starts affecting users apart from "hana" itself and the old man as he has been victim to these toxins for multiple years, These toxins seemingly make users slow down to a crawl as every muscle in their body starts to stiffen up for a mere precious set of seconds.
Support
[SU]Jūryoku supaiku - Instead of moving through the air by able of flight you are able to flick your feet or hands to simply smash against the air and propel yourself forwards or make yourself able to fly.
Due to the fact of being unable to use ki to fly, this is his way of flight.
Special
Unique Characteristic
[N1]Ōkui no hana - A strange humanoid figure like entity floats around the user in a normal unshapen form unless a battle starts, upon which it will assume a humanoid form that it wishes for that has extending limbs that attempts to protect the user or harm the opponent, sadly this is his only method of attacking as his normal attacks are miniscule in strenght.
All attacks will go via this apart from some specific techniques which will state if they require this creature to function.
Items: A single wooden rod made from the material of "Hana", it helps the old man walk.
Alias: The Old Gramps
Species: Humanoid
Gender: Male
Age: 431
Appearance:
History:
His life was a rather simple one, one that he didn't wish to admit compared to old legends, new legends and others, he was a simple family man who believed in the concept of the spiritual world, who believed in his promising daughter.
People he gave his entire life for while constantly sitting on the edge of the porch in his rocking chair.
Forgetting his old memories as fast as they came back to him, he could only see everything like a rapid movement, at points trying to stand up with the pressure of his creaking bones to move towards the kitchen to make them a small pastry or even a cake, continiously talked back to from his daughter and his husband, these two willing to put up with the slowly retiring mess that i was.
The scars of my attempts to find something i was good in still carried on my body as i continued to bring myself to continue in life.
Having failed in one of the local tournaments of martial arts, it was easy to understand that my daughter would easily overpower me in any sense of the world with her magnificent powerlevel, yet mine was always such a low failure of a level 1.
Never having been able to train my powerlevel above this pitifull number of one, i am that single person who was useless, unable to train and even unable to fight back to most robberies.
My entire life i had been pushed around while continueing to chase after my dreams like a foolish man, at the age of 18 to 29 i ran around in a kamen rider outfit trying to help people but always getting in the hospital.
At the age of 30 i was permanently scarred in the tournament of the local battles, being made fun of as the enemy i fought against was instantly defeated by somebody who managed to attain a powerlevel of two hundred, like a mere ant and yet i was nearly fatally damaged by a single blow of his punch.
Tears welling up in my eyes as i softly rocked in this chair while having had the luck to find somebody who shared my passion of trying to change something in the world, a warrior who actually had the capabilities to fight, her strenght... easily reaching two thousand when they had her measure it, i was shocked! Honestly!
This woman that i felt everything for slowly started to be a alienated object for me, i kept trying to avoid her, i kept giving shallow praises as i moved on in life from the life as a mere weakling as she continued to love me.
I never was able to argue with her, this massive source of power that anybody else would be able to tolerate as normal made me tremble in my shoes as i was unable to talk back whenever she made a argument.
Yet my insecurities about being weaker never prevented me from butting into the battles she was doing to give her advice, to try and help her, untill i would at some point... at the age of 43 refuse to cry for help, refuse to even attempt to call forwards to this woman that i shared my life with.
Was it this insecurity striking again?, This constant feeling of where i was unable to even be able to help her without obstructing her.
Was this the only reason i was unable to call out to her for a final time as this blast of energy kept travelling rapidly towards me?
The only thing i know now, looking back at it was that it was a stupid decision, the energy blast travelling towards me having been stopped as a woman with a gaping hole in her stomach cried out for my name, my heart turning around as her life had been taken in a massive cloud of dust with presumably mine too.
Feelings rapidly going through my brain, physical pain, confusion, unacceptance, wanting to forget everything yet the fresh feeling of blood starting to go down my hand was so surreal.
I was always the one to lose, i never was able to survive a single encounter without getting damaged, i always threw in my life in the ring without a single realization of how precious my life is, how precious every life is.
Seeing these guys soar away after doing their deed i could only remember the echo'ing sounds of people taking pictures with their phones of a pitifull aging man with a powerlevel that was the same as a dying man embracing a woman that had her eyes closed with a smile on her face.
Life is unfair isn't it?
It was seven years after this encounter with her, i was still unable to believe everything that had been going on as i simply rocked in my chair while slowly wiping away these tears of mine with a trembling hand, wrinkles covering it while it had a leather like texture before placing it down on the table nearby me to lift my body upwards, hearing my daughter and her child simply staring to move towards the opening door, i still am unable to remember how they did it all this fast.
The aging mind of this man was only able to see a single flash as a coated man had to greatly hold back his leg to knock me out and was able to knock out everybody else with relatively ease due to their higher strenghts.
My gritting teeth cracking slightly as i felt my body losing its hope, this constant destruction of my hope that i was unable to forget ever.
Boarded onto a slave vessel in the atmosphere of the planet earth, i was unable to know what direction we were going in, yet my mind can still remember the rage that had build up within me.
Constantly being forced to either submit to a stronger power or be used as a guinea pig for medicines and drugs, constantly having my body being messed with as i started to grow rather fond of a single method of calming myself.
Placing my legs in a cross and starting to meditate for hours upon hours, never reacting to the cries of the prisoners that shouted painfully as their bodies were being ravaged by the constant source of drugs that were circulated through their body.
My eye twitching lightly in one of my deeper meditational trances as i was able to feel my blood like slugs crawling under my skin, praying to the dear almighty that i was able to even survive in this situation.
My entire life was a joke of god wasn't it?, Constantly being forced to try and survive, to hear my own kids on this vessel of a shit hole screaming out for their father and mother while i was unable to do anything.
Even when the meteorite struck the vessel and dumped my body into a small planet with not a single source of life that i could sense with immense gravity, gravity beyond anything i have every felt as blood travelled through my mouth and i was forced to cough for hours upon hours as i expelled uncountless litres.
These litres of blood simply starting to sink into the planet that was as only 30 kilometre in diametre.
the plant life nearby me starting to move towards me with every passing hour as they started to grow within my flesh, constantly forcing myself to throw up this immense amount of blood while attempting to sustain my life.
I was a mere toy of this planet, this sentient planet like object that constantly fed on my body with every passing second.
My time on this planet seemed rather... Painfull to me as i could feel these plant like tendrils starting to crawl through my flesh, as if they were searching for something before a small thorn would inject a small serum into my body causing me to be knocked out of my constant meditational trance and throw up blood, a small hallucination starting to form infront of myself, everytime starting to question my every belief as i simply ignored it at first.
It wasn't untill i started craving for a interaction, some sort of conversation that i managed to converse with it, almost as if instead of hearing what i had to say, it read my minds.
This unshapen blur asked me constantly about my memories in the weirdest fashion, almost as if taking interest in the concept of social interaction.
Constantly talking in a depressing tone towards me while asking me what i was waiting for, what i was trying to attempt by sitting here hours upon hours, where i came from.
I never knew i would have been so accepting of answering this unshapen blur, was it my sheer lack of able to see what this unshapen blur was that i honestly thought i was talking to myself as i started to talk to this thing as if it was a actual thing.
I could only feel myself getting more disgusted with myself as time went on, constantly having trouble to keep up a meditational trance for god knows how long as i attempted to do anything to make this suffering more tolerable.
"Was everything even real?, Am i still alive?"
As these questions continued to appear in my mind i would simply feel myself starting to shed more and more worries as my conversations with this creature continued onwards, in a constant loop.
Yet what struck me the most was the question of if i desired something more than staying here from this constant suffering.
Asking me if i wanted to leave after all this time of staying in this artificial enviroment.
I wasn't able to say anything but yes, a thousand accepting yes, yet i felt like something was wrong here, while i started to wonder.
Wonder in all honesty as my ki was non existant, while reaching my hands out to the tangible blur that i had started to grow fond off, feeling a light source of heat from within the tangible blur i would simply nod while speaking of my rules, raising my body upwards under the crushing pressure as the planet had shrunk under my feet, multiple parts having been torn off and other parts simply fading away from the activity of all these roots moving around.
I felt these strange openings deep within my body, this strange feeling of power surging through me, yet what i felt more closely was the comfort of another soul within my being, supporting my every step as i soared to earth.
Stretching this energetic body of mine as i couldn't remember how i felt in the past, with only one question in my mind...
"After this single week would they still remember me?" unable to realize that he had ascended human limits at the ripe age of 431, along with his powerlevel ready to finally stand a chance in the world!
Starting Planet: Originally Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Hanabira sakimasu - Hana - The humanoid figure starts to bloom rapidly and a gust of wind expands from the user as petals fly in the entire surrounding area before a hole is blasted through the petals blocking the sight with a thick inhumane arm growing from the humanoid figure that smashes towards the opponent at rapid speeds to try and maul them.
[N1]Yūdoku aroma - Hana - You are able to etmit a peculiar toxin in the air that in a radius of 15 metres around the user starts affecting users apart from "hana" itself and the old man as he has been victim to these toxins for multiple years, These toxins seemingly make users slow down to a crawl as every muscle in their body starts to stiffen up for a mere precious set of seconds.
Support
[SU]Jūryoku supaiku - Instead of moving through the air by able of flight you are able to flick your feet or hands to simply smash against the air and propel yourself forwards or make yourself able to fly.
Due to the fact of being unable to use ki to fly, this is his way of flight.
Special
Unique Characteristic
[N1]Ōkui no hana - A strange humanoid figure like entity floats around the user in a normal unshapen form unless a battle starts, upon which it will assume a humanoid form that it wishes for that has extending limbs that attempts to protect the user or harm the opponent, sadly this is his only method of attacking as his normal attacks are miniscule in strenght.
All attacks will go via this apart from some specific techniques which will state if they require this creature to function.
Items: A single wooden rod made from the material of "Hana", it helps the old man walk.
