Post by Khorne on Feb 16, 2017 22:14:47 GMT
Name: Celsius
Race: Arcosian
lawful evil
gender: Male
age: 125
Appearance: true form- He appears to be biomechanical with cables and tubes snaking underneath his musculature with plates fixed to his scales, mainly dark in appearance he could almost be confused for monochrome if not for the dull reds in his jeweled head shoulder and chest.
suppressed form- taking on a far more gaunt and angular appearance, Celsius made this look to pay respect to the great arcosians of old, as such his armor has dull shades of purple and yellow to honor a long dead emperor. in this form he tends to wear a mask, further emphasizing his horns and technocratic tendencies.
History: Celsius was a fascistic technocrat for the first hundred years of his life, he used his moderate fiefdom to root out and conquer technologically advanced civilizations, unhappy with the concept of aging even with his races long lifespan, he scoured the galaxy for new ways to alter his body, always pushing farther. In his younger days, he had no ultimate goal to use his power on, his vanity and immaturity only permitted him to continue his nihilistic march of destruction. In the end, he failed in the quest for immortality, at least so far, but after the sacking of Arcose, Celsius became resolute to use his power for a greater cause, to find peace amongst the two warrior species of arcosians and saiyans, so that new frontiers of terror can be achieved.
To attain this goal Celsius began his true quest, to find the strength within himself to achieve the hallowed mastered royal form that is legend amongst the changelings. For surely with that power, he would have the grace and strength to heal such a mighty divide.
Early life: Celsius's father was a brutal perfectionist, insistent that his son would inherit greatness despite their low standing he savagely trained and beat the young arcosian, instilling machiavellian life lessons along the way. Education was a deeply important piece of the younglings upbringing, as his father saw it necesary that celsius appear as aristocratic as possible. Machinery fascinated the neonate, healing pods and the like were foremost amonst his favorite appliances, and he had to deal with them regularly, as his father's thrashings verged on near fatal. Eventually, as he began to molt and grow, he decided that he would find different machinery that would help him stand to his father, whom he both loved and hated with burning ferocities, and so with blessings he was sent to a surgeon where he got his first stimulators snked into his muscles. Indeed this would start a trend for the arcosian, the augmentations were a phase of course, one that made him stronger, but what stayed was a love of innovation.
Ascension: years fly quickly for a young arcosian and after many years of brutality, Celsius was beginning to look like the well groomed arcosian his father had always hoped for, however something was very much worrying him. Celsius had begun to fight him in his reduced form, of course victory assuredly belonged to the patriarch but it was becoming difficult, and he was in such a reduced state, his son was out of control. Celsius had been thinking the same, taking the extra beatings as an opportunity to increase his constitution for the road ahead, it had been months since he had fought seriously against the old man even in his lowest state, he posed no threat. The universe, however, was a far larger place and others certainly would if he didn't prepare. As all things do though, this farce eventually came to an end and Celsius broke his father upon his humble throne.
Later Life: Spurning the plans of his father out of resentment, Celsius decided to become a technocrat, driven by rumors of who had what fancy gadget and how much it costed, or how many he'd have to kill for it. The thrill never lost it's luster and it gave him a humble reputation as fair and ruthless which was really all he could hope for.
Now: After Arcose fell and came back, the views of the cold hearted machine lover changed, and a sense of pride in his kinsmen flared, but so too did a respect for those who wrought that destruction, the experience reminded him of his father, twisted and broken on the floor before the throne. The feeling pleased him, and he thought of what could be done if the petty issues of the races were put aside. At this point fully grown, cordial, friendly and diplomatic, Celsius prepares to enable the next dark ages.
starting planet: Arcose
Techniques:
offensive:
[N1] royal beam- a concentrated beam of royal purple ki that fires from the palm (a generic beam/blast)
[N1] Ki Barrier- to negate attacks or knock people back celsius sometimes will assume horse stance and flare his ki, blowing away oncoming attacks with a wave of purple aura.
utility:
Flight [UT]
items: 500 zeni
one use pod
Race: Arcosian
lawful evil
gender: Male
age: 125
Appearance: true form- He appears to be biomechanical with cables and tubes snaking underneath his musculature with plates fixed to his scales, mainly dark in appearance he could almost be confused for monochrome if not for the dull reds in his jeweled head shoulder and chest.
suppressed form- taking on a far more gaunt and angular appearance, Celsius made this look to pay respect to the great arcosians of old, as such his armor has dull shades of purple and yellow to honor a long dead emperor. in this form he tends to wear a mask, further emphasizing his horns and technocratic tendencies.
History: Celsius was a fascistic technocrat for the first hundred years of his life, he used his moderate fiefdom to root out and conquer technologically advanced civilizations, unhappy with the concept of aging even with his races long lifespan, he scoured the galaxy for new ways to alter his body, always pushing farther. In his younger days, he had no ultimate goal to use his power on, his vanity and immaturity only permitted him to continue his nihilistic march of destruction. In the end, he failed in the quest for immortality, at least so far, but after the sacking of Arcose, Celsius became resolute to use his power for a greater cause, to find peace amongst the two warrior species of arcosians and saiyans, so that new frontiers of terror can be achieved.
To attain this goal Celsius began his true quest, to find the strength within himself to achieve the hallowed mastered royal form that is legend amongst the changelings. For surely with that power, he would have the grace and strength to heal such a mighty divide.
Early life: Celsius's father was a brutal perfectionist, insistent that his son would inherit greatness despite their low standing he savagely trained and beat the young arcosian, instilling machiavellian life lessons along the way. Education was a deeply important piece of the younglings upbringing, as his father saw it necesary that celsius appear as aristocratic as possible. Machinery fascinated the neonate, healing pods and the like were foremost amonst his favorite appliances, and he had to deal with them regularly, as his father's thrashings verged on near fatal. Eventually, as he began to molt and grow, he decided that he would find different machinery that would help him stand to his father, whom he both loved and hated with burning ferocities, and so with blessings he was sent to a surgeon where he got his first stimulators snked into his muscles. Indeed this would start a trend for the arcosian, the augmentations were a phase of course, one that made him stronger, but what stayed was a love of innovation.
Ascension: years fly quickly for a young arcosian and after many years of brutality, Celsius was beginning to look like the well groomed arcosian his father had always hoped for, however something was very much worrying him. Celsius had begun to fight him in his reduced form, of course victory assuredly belonged to the patriarch but it was becoming difficult, and he was in such a reduced state, his son was out of control. Celsius had been thinking the same, taking the extra beatings as an opportunity to increase his constitution for the road ahead, it had been months since he had fought seriously against the old man even in his lowest state, he posed no threat. The universe, however, was a far larger place and others certainly would if he didn't prepare. As all things do though, this farce eventually came to an end and Celsius broke his father upon his humble throne.
Later Life: Spurning the plans of his father out of resentment, Celsius decided to become a technocrat, driven by rumors of who had what fancy gadget and how much it costed, or how many he'd have to kill for it. The thrill never lost it's luster and it gave him a humble reputation as fair and ruthless which was really all he could hope for.
Now: After Arcose fell and came back, the views of the cold hearted machine lover changed, and a sense of pride in his kinsmen flared, but so too did a respect for those who wrought that destruction, the experience reminded him of his father, twisted and broken on the floor before the throne. The feeling pleased him, and he thought of what could be done if the petty issues of the races were put aside. At this point fully grown, cordial, friendly and diplomatic, Celsius prepares to enable the next dark ages.
starting planet: Arcose
Techniques:
offensive:
[N1] royal beam- a concentrated beam of royal purple ki that fires from the palm (a generic beam/blast)
[N1] Ki Barrier- to negate attacks or knock people back celsius sometimes will assume horse stance and flare his ki, blowing away oncoming attacks with a wave of purple aura.
utility:
Flight [UT]
items: 500 zeni
one use pod