Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 7:27:50 GMT
Name:
Namorel
Alias: N/A
Species:
Namekian - Warrior Caste
Gender:
Namekian
Age:
80 years
Appearance:
He is around seven and a half feet tall with light green skin and yellow muscle pads surrounded by a red outline.
History:
Sometimes we aren't the strongest, sometimes it is our heart that makes us strong, but sometimes we lack both. Enter Namorel, your typical warrior class namekian. Born on Namek along with the next generation of warrior caste namekians. In the begginging he showed a fairly adept grasp on his fighting abilities, slowly rising tot he top of his group, that is until he had to watch his father die slowly, due to the nature of the death it was heavy on the hearts of many namekians, but of the young trainees that took it the hardest was Namorel. For months he would take his time to meditate on his existence and on whether he would be able to save others when their life was in peril, he refused to realize there was nothing he could have done to save his father. These months of meditation slowly put him behind his siblings and fellow trainees, it soon began obvious enough that Namorel saw this gap widening and became disheartened, he had sworn to defend those who would need his assistance, but as his weakness began to show he felt incapable of this.
Years seemed to pass so quickly, Namorel did his best to keep up with his siblings, taking every hour of his energy to catch up to the weakest of those stronger than him. Jealousy began to develop in his heart, he was unsure if this was the drive he felt, or if deep down he still believed in the promise he had made. It was about a week later when he was approached by his sensei, the namekian that had been training him and his siblings for the last few years, telling him to see the caste elder; Namorel was worried, few had seen him in such haste and those that did were either conscripted to greater training or had to leave the village. Namorel was still young and his heart roared as it pulsed in his chest. The setting got progressively worse as there was no one else in or around the hut, just a peculiar atmosphere, both searing and frigid at the same time.
Namorel walked in, his hands and antennae shaking of fear. "Don't be scared, you are here out of concern and have done nothing wrong." He heard from the older namekian sitting at the end of the building. Another stood beside him, the sensei. Namorel walked up to them, still scared for the outcome of the matter at hand. "Your teacher has told me that he feels a sorrow and weight on your heart." The elder says, hoping Namorel will respond. He nods his head and still looks to the older namek as he knew this wasn't all. "I have also been told that you are falling behind the others, what is the matter?" THe elder finally asks the reason for the calling. "I can't save them all..." is all Namorel could say, the details still hurt him. Concern became obvious in the elder's eyes. He looked down at the younger namekian from his chair. "Sometimes strength is only limited by what is in your heart." The elder said this and gestured for Namorel to leave, with this in mind Namorel began training again with the rest.
Many, many more years pass and it comes time for the initiation into the official warrior 'militia', many of the stronger trainees were ecstatic, but Namorel wasn't, he knew he couldn't go through with it. He had to leave Namek so he could start anew. The conflictions of his promise to himself and what the elder told him rang in his mind. What was right, one's heart or the strength they possess to defend others? Namorel ran to the closest trading depot that kept routes with Earth, he aimed to find a ship to stow away on, to get somewhere far from home. It took him no time to find a ship large enough to stow away a fully grown namekian,tucking himself in the cargo hold and turning his back on his home... on his family, to start anew with no one to support him or to help him in his time of need, but it is common knowledge... some heroes start alone.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Ki Whip
Namorel manifests his ki into a whip like shape that extends up to twice his body height in length. It is lost if he is hit while using it or he loses his grasp on the whip.
Support
[SU1] Afterimage
Utility
[UT]Flight
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Namorel
Alias: N/A
Species:
Namekian - Warrior Caste
Gender:
Namekian
Age:
80 years
Appearance:
He is around seven and a half feet tall with light green skin and yellow muscle pads surrounded by a red outline.
History:
Sometimes we aren't the strongest, sometimes it is our heart that makes us strong, but sometimes we lack both. Enter Namorel, your typical warrior class namekian. Born on Namek along with the next generation of warrior caste namekians. In the begginging he showed a fairly adept grasp on his fighting abilities, slowly rising tot he top of his group, that is until he had to watch his father die slowly, due to the nature of the death it was heavy on the hearts of many namekians, but of the young trainees that took it the hardest was Namorel. For months he would take his time to meditate on his existence and on whether he would be able to save others when their life was in peril, he refused to realize there was nothing he could have done to save his father. These months of meditation slowly put him behind his siblings and fellow trainees, it soon began obvious enough that Namorel saw this gap widening and became disheartened, he had sworn to defend those who would need his assistance, but as his weakness began to show he felt incapable of this.
Years seemed to pass so quickly, Namorel did his best to keep up with his siblings, taking every hour of his energy to catch up to the weakest of those stronger than him. Jealousy began to develop in his heart, he was unsure if this was the drive he felt, or if deep down he still believed in the promise he had made. It was about a week later when he was approached by his sensei, the namekian that had been training him and his siblings for the last few years, telling him to see the caste elder; Namorel was worried, few had seen him in such haste and those that did were either conscripted to greater training or had to leave the village. Namorel was still young and his heart roared as it pulsed in his chest. The setting got progressively worse as there was no one else in or around the hut, just a peculiar atmosphere, both searing and frigid at the same time.
Namorel walked in, his hands and antennae shaking of fear. "Don't be scared, you are here out of concern and have done nothing wrong." He heard from the older namekian sitting at the end of the building. Another stood beside him, the sensei. Namorel walked up to them, still scared for the outcome of the matter at hand. "Your teacher has told me that he feels a sorrow and weight on your heart." The elder says, hoping Namorel will respond. He nods his head and still looks to the older namek as he knew this wasn't all. "I have also been told that you are falling behind the others, what is the matter?" THe elder finally asks the reason for the calling. "I can't save them all..." is all Namorel could say, the details still hurt him. Concern became obvious in the elder's eyes. He looked down at the younger namekian from his chair. "Sometimes strength is only limited by what is in your heart." The elder said this and gestured for Namorel to leave, with this in mind Namorel began training again with the rest.
Many, many more years pass and it comes time for the initiation into the official warrior 'militia', many of the stronger trainees were ecstatic, but Namorel wasn't, he knew he couldn't go through with it. He had to leave Namek so he could start anew. The conflictions of his promise to himself and what the elder told him rang in his mind. What was right, one's heart or the strength they possess to defend others? Namorel ran to the closest trading depot that kept routes with Earth, he aimed to find a ship to stow away on, to get somewhere far from home. It took him no time to find a ship large enough to stow away a fully grown namekian,tucking himself in the cargo hold and turning his back on his home... on his family, to start anew with no one to support him or to help him in his time of need, but it is common knowledge... some heroes start alone.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Ki Whip
Namorel manifests his ki into a whip like shape that extends up to twice his body height in length. It is lost if he is hit while using it or he loses his grasp on the whip.
Support
[SU1] Afterimage
Utility
[UT]Flight
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
