Post by zimmm on Dec 30, 2016 15:00:10 GMT
Name: Kil-a-Tonn
Alias: Tonn, Metric.
Species: Android (Machinr with human brain)
Gender:Undetermined, regarded as a male.
Age: Undetermined, regarded as a twenty-year-old.
Appearance:
History:
Metric labs. The home of Dr.Porter, a fairly renowned scientist. Since the arrival of anfroifs had started, and along with significant scientific improvements to the world, the race to stay relevant was on.
"Get out of the way, it's about to activate! Move your butts already!"
Porter had been dormant in this scientific racetrack. Nothing inspired him or even seemed remotely possible anymore, and even when it did, it wad outshsfowed or already done. The glory days of the Metric labs were long gone, and Potter planned to shut down the company.
"Sir, if this fails, you might never recover from it-emotionally and physically. Are you SURE, sir?"
It was for the better anyways. Dr.Porter was neglectful to his only son, of who had his mother killed when Saiyans attacked the earth. They'd both gone past it, but it presented the reason why his son was so different from him.
"If the experiment I've been working on for YEARS doesn't work, I would have known, goddamnit! Why don't you kindly GET THE HELL AWAY?!"
Mrs.Porter was a performer and a dancer, and a good one at that. She seemed to suffer from multiple-personality disorder, of which Mrd.Porter's other persona would tske over during performing. This was never told to Dr.Porter or his son.
The assistant wotker ran away quickly, leaving only Dr.Porter at the dangerous testing area. The android body in front of him sizzled with energy.
The scientist was thrown into the world og science again upon witnessing his son's death at his birthday party. He was going yo become a performer, like his mother, after that day. Porter was heartbroken.
The days of longing and gtieving for his dead family would be gone. The android body's heart-shaped core started glowing quite brightly.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
Hand beams.
Support
Solar Flare.
Utility
Flight.
Special
None.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: Tonn, Metric.
Species: Android (Machinr with human brain)
Gender:Undetermined, regarded as a male.
Age: Undetermined, regarded as a twenty-year-old.
Appearance:
History:
Metric labs. The home of Dr.Porter, a fairly renowned scientist. Since the arrival of anfroifs had started, and along with significant scientific improvements to the world, the race to stay relevant was on.
"Get out of the way, it's about to activate! Move your butts already!"
Porter had been dormant in this scientific racetrack. Nothing inspired him or even seemed remotely possible anymore, and even when it did, it wad outshsfowed or already done. The glory days of the Metric labs were long gone, and Potter planned to shut down the company.
"Sir, if this fails, you might never recover from it-emotionally and physically. Are you SURE, sir?"
It was for the better anyways. Dr.Porter was neglectful to his only son, of who had his mother killed when Saiyans attacked the earth. They'd both gone past it, but it presented the reason why his son was so different from him.
"If the experiment I've been working on for YEARS doesn't work, I would have known, goddamnit! Why don't you kindly GET THE HELL AWAY?!"
Mrs.Porter was a performer and a dancer, and a good one at that. She seemed to suffer from multiple-personality disorder, of which Mrd.Porter's other persona would tske over during performing. This was never told to Dr.Porter or his son.
The assistant wotker ran away quickly, leaving only Dr.Porter at the dangerous testing area. The android body in front of him sizzled with energy.
The scientist was thrown into the world og science again upon witnessing his son's death at his birthday party. He was going yo become a performer, like his mother, after that day. Porter was heartbroken.
The days of longing and gtieving for his dead family would be gone. The android body's heart-shaped core started glowing quite brightly.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
Hand beams.
Support
Solar Flare.
Utility
Flight.
Special
None.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod