Post by lute on May 28, 2016 22:21:44 GMT
Name: Lute
Alias: TBA
Species: Namekian (Mazoku Caste)
Gender: Masculine
Age: Appears to be 20.
Appearance:
History:
Born into a world of isolation one that he couldnât bring himself to see the light of day. At one point in the warrior's life the evil of planet Namek was something to be feared, and the name of that evil was the Mazoku Caste. Whenever their presence was known in the areas of peace the little farmer Namekians would run, and cower. Then almost like a pandemic struck in the magnitude of mass genocide the entirety of the race was thought to be nothing, but a mere legend that parents told their children to keep them in line. Though this caste was all too real, and was something that couldnât be looked down upon. The only thing that was preventing the resurrection of the caste was the lack of numbers; one Namek couldnât take on a world full of goodie two shoes, unless he was stronger.
This is the story of a Namekian named Lute. There was once a Namekian one of the remnants of the Mazoku caste by the name of Crash. The elder was beginning to get up in the years, and didnât have much time left on the living plain though he had a dream to see the Mazoku Caste rise back to supremacy. Knowing he was unable to make an impact in the state his body was in he decided it was time to make a child, and have that child to succeed where he wasnât able. The elder would begin to channel his ki into the pit of his stomach causing the cells in his body to form an egg. The egg would shortly after began to make its way up the throat of the elder until it was peering through his mouth. The neck of the namek stretching to accommodate the size of the egg, and then with one final push the egg would launch to the ground beneath his feet. Panting for air the Namek would mutter, âMy name is Crash, and you are my son, and I shall call you Lute. I am getting up in years, and I fear I donât have much longer to live so I have a short time to instill the knowledge of the world, and how you must manipulate it to make my dream come true. You must stop at nothing, and risk everything to make the Mazoku Caste rise to superiority once more.â After a few hours the slime covered egg would begin to shake as the being that was inside was attempting to make its way out of the shell. Smashing the interior of the shell with its tiny fists until it was finally able to break through the hard exterior. The slime covered child would make his way to his feet, and would smirk. âFather, I have finally arrived!â
The next few years were something of wonder as the warrior endured some of the most intense trainings that could be thought of. His father forced him into a dark cave, and he had to learn to use senses other than sight to find his way out of the cave. The main thing that his father instilled into him was the art of combat, and the particular style that the mazoku caste dealt in. âNow Lute always remember that if you don't think you can win a battle always have a plan b to get you out of it.â The young Namekian would nod, âYes elderâ he would mutter as he continued with the training that his father had put forth for him to endure.
After being on the plain of the living for about 10 years his father's condition began to worsen. He was unable to continue training his son because he was too weak to provide him with an adequate challenge. These events didnât sway the young namek as he was now more aware of how to train himself to maximize efficiency. One day after returning home from the dark cave he noted his father was being really still. âFather?â he would mutter as he made his way to his corner, and upon closer examination realized that his father had passed to the other realm. âDamnit old man you were supposed to wait until I brought the mazoku back to a state of supremacy!â in a situation where one's family pass on it is typical to feel some sort of negative emotion about the incident, but this was an odd situation. His father was nothing more to him that a teacher, and someone that he really looked up to. He wanted more than anything to make his fatherâs dreams a reality.
Continuing his training on a daily basis to ensure that he was strong enough to accomplish the goal that was set before him. âI will make those Warrior, and Dragon caste cowards my bitches, and as far as anyone else in my way you better watch your back!â After being on the living plain for 20 Namekian years he was finally beginning to become more comfortable with his power, and was prepared to release a green plague of destruction on anyone who tried to keep him from his goals.
It was finally time after all the years that had passed him by to begin his training with the warriors of the planets surrounding him, but what better place for him to start than with a few peaceful Namekians.
Starting Planet:
New Namek
Techniques:
Offensive
Name:[N1]Makosen
Wiki:Link
Alias: TBA
Species: Namekian (Mazoku Caste)
Gender: Masculine
Age: Appears to be 20.
Appearance:
History:
Born into a world of isolation one that he couldnât bring himself to see the light of day. At one point in the warrior's life the evil of planet Namek was something to be feared, and the name of that evil was the Mazoku Caste. Whenever their presence was known in the areas of peace the little farmer Namekians would run, and cower. Then almost like a pandemic struck in the magnitude of mass genocide the entirety of the race was thought to be nothing, but a mere legend that parents told their children to keep them in line. Though this caste was all too real, and was something that couldnât be looked down upon. The only thing that was preventing the resurrection of the caste was the lack of numbers; one Namek couldnât take on a world full of goodie two shoes, unless he was stronger.
This is the story of a Namekian named Lute. There was once a Namekian one of the remnants of the Mazoku caste by the name of Crash. The elder was beginning to get up in the years, and didnât have much time left on the living plain though he had a dream to see the Mazoku Caste rise back to supremacy. Knowing he was unable to make an impact in the state his body was in he decided it was time to make a child, and have that child to succeed where he wasnât able. The elder would begin to channel his ki into the pit of his stomach causing the cells in his body to form an egg. The egg would shortly after began to make its way up the throat of the elder until it was peering through his mouth. The neck of the namek stretching to accommodate the size of the egg, and then with one final push the egg would launch to the ground beneath his feet. Panting for air the Namek would mutter, âMy name is Crash, and you are my son, and I shall call you Lute. I am getting up in years, and I fear I donât have much longer to live so I have a short time to instill the knowledge of the world, and how you must manipulate it to make my dream come true. You must stop at nothing, and risk everything to make the Mazoku Caste rise to superiority once more.â After a few hours the slime covered egg would begin to shake as the being that was inside was attempting to make its way out of the shell. Smashing the interior of the shell with its tiny fists until it was finally able to break through the hard exterior. The slime covered child would make his way to his feet, and would smirk. âFather, I have finally arrived!â
The next few years were something of wonder as the warrior endured some of the most intense trainings that could be thought of. His father forced him into a dark cave, and he had to learn to use senses other than sight to find his way out of the cave. The main thing that his father instilled into him was the art of combat, and the particular style that the mazoku caste dealt in. âNow Lute always remember that if you don't think you can win a battle always have a plan b to get you out of it.â The young Namekian would nod, âYes elderâ he would mutter as he continued with the training that his father had put forth for him to endure.
After being on the plain of the living for about 10 years his father's condition began to worsen. He was unable to continue training his son because he was too weak to provide him with an adequate challenge. These events didnât sway the young namek as he was now more aware of how to train himself to maximize efficiency. One day after returning home from the dark cave he noted his father was being really still. âFather?â he would mutter as he made his way to his corner, and upon closer examination realized that his father had passed to the other realm. âDamnit old man you were supposed to wait until I brought the mazoku back to a state of supremacy!â in a situation where one's family pass on it is typical to feel some sort of negative emotion about the incident, but this was an odd situation. His father was nothing more to him that a teacher, and someone that he really looked up to. He wanted more than anything to make his fatherâs dreams a reality.
Continuing his training on a daily basis to ensure that he was strong enough to accomplish the goal that was set before him. âI will make those Warrior, and Dragon caste cowards my bitches, and as far as anyone else in my way you better watch your back!â After being on the living plain for 20 Namekian years he was finally beginning to become more comfortable with his power, and was prepared to release a green plague of destruction on anyone who tried to keep him from his goals.
It was finally time after all the years that had passed him by to begin his training with the warriors of the planets surrounding him, but what better place for him to start than with a few peaceful Namekians.
Starting Planet:
New Namek
Techniques:
Offensive
Name:[N1]Makosen
Wiki:Link
Description: Lite charges energy from his meridian to the palm of his hand, and releases it in the form of orange blast with red outlines. (This attack charges in 33 percent pl intervals.)
Support
Utility
Name:[UT] Ki Sense
Wiki:Link
Description: The user expands his no to sense the energies of others around him. He can also compare the difference between him, and others.
Name:[UT] Flight
Wiki: Link
Description: Manipulating the ki in the body of the user to the point that it creates an upward thrust, and grants the user the ability of flight.
Special
TBA at a later Date
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
25% Minion due to Clan Trait.