Post by Drice Neven on Mar 4, 2017 13:33:12 GMT
Name: Drice Neven
Alias: (None)
Species: Arcosian
Alias: (None)
Species: Arcosian
Suppressed Form
History:
An arcosian around the age of 13 laid flat on its stomach on of a metal roof, which surprisingly was square. It laid there rocking side to side as it read a brown book, squinting slightly as it used telekinesis to turn to the next page. By the rate of its page turning it could be generally assumed that the child was a decent reader or didn’t know how to read at all, though the former seemed the most likely to be the case as the child reached a point the book and began to run its finger beneath the black print of book. In its mind it slowly read the words completely breaking their flow of reading. Despite its impressive feat of reading being ended the child rolled its eyes as they read the words back to themselves in their heads “Inequalities within any given family of organisms is the deciding factor which ensures survivals”, the child always found that part of the story so ironic considering the author of the story was apart of a race, which relied on similarities to survive. Though no matter how ironic it may have seemed that statement became something the child took to heart over the 5 times it has read the book within a year. Though at first it begrudgingly read the book at first at the request of its father, it grew to like the story about a rebel alien who defeated the evil bad guy. The book at times seemed so poorly written at times that it made the child laugh, and other times it made so much sense that the child would laugh some more (they sometimes wonder if they just laugh a lot.) The child closed it eyes and forced the book shut with somewhat of a bang. They opened their eyes and looked at the words Drice Neven written onto the bland brown cover of the book before grasping the book within its tiny hands and jumping down from the roof to the metal front door of the home. He Stabilized after a unbalanced and generally ungraceful landing. Drice released the book from his right hand and proceeded to press a button to the right side of door causing it to slide to the left out of the way into a crevice. Drice ran into the home dashing to his room locking the door with a button similar to that of the front door. Drice flung the book onto his bed as he jumped into a computer chair next to the bed and slid the chair towards his computer. After promptly prep talking himself and taking a few deep breaths, Drice began to squint towards the keyboard and muster all the focus his child mind could withstand as one keyboard key got pressed down. With a sigh Drice just gave up and began typing | Retalnens | into the classic search engine Spoohoo , along with some classic Spoohoo absurdly useless information Drice found a news article about the Retalnens and their current “War on Veo machines”. It was easy to comprehend the fact that the author of the book he’ve been reading was actually writing more of a propaganda piece.
But, despite the chaos that shrouded the planet and its inhabitants Drice somehow felt attracted to the planet maybe it was just some childhood fantasy. These questions would’ve flew around in his mind, that is if he wasn’t a 4 year old alien who could achieve that fantasy with ease. Well if ease means achieving that dream within 2 years. Drice proceeded to search | lamtorml’s coordinates | with a lot of looking through useless info he finally found the coordinates of his ‘dream’ planet. With a smug look on his face and a pen in hand he slowly wrote down the coordinates and began to maniacally laugh little did his parents know that he was secretly going to stealthily sneak out of the house using his ‘ninja’ like grace to get to their space pod. He waited for the best time to ninja around, which as everybody should know is night. With this very underdeveloped plan in mind and coordinates in hand, Drice left his room and began to perform the sneaking of a lifetime. Only to be surrounded by the unknown of the darkness and as 4 year olds do cried out for his parents, yet nobody came possibly due to the lack of parents inside the home.He doubted that only to realize how stupid that conclusion was and gave a good ol’ head bonking to himself. With his shenanigans having concluded Drice braved on into the darkness as he exited the home he realized how irrational he was being by not turning on the lights, which were plentiful within his home. But, as the old saying goes “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve” and Drice walked towards the pod and pulled down a lever on its door opening it. Looking left to right surveying the area for any meddling parents. With no parents in sight Drice jumped into the pod and closed the open door. Looking down at the coordinates he had written down he slowly typed in the numbers into the virtual keypad, as one stupid oversight could lead to the pod crashing into a star,black holes, or nothing at all. With the press of a button, the pod began to rumble and propel itself into the air leaving behind a cloud of dust. 2 hours into the 5 year long trip the young arcosian fell into a very intense deep sleep, within the whimsical world of his unconscious mind a thought came upon him along the lines of maybe he had entered a new level of sleeping. Maybe, just maybe he has achieved super sleeping.... or his pod simply put him into a hypersleep , nah it was definitely the first one. Somehow his new hypersleep super sleep ability he managed to sleep through all seven years . The pod and Drice entered lamatorml’s atmosphere with the beauty of a meteorite well, without all the disintegration and stuff. The space flames followed the pod as it landed, leaving not only a giant crater in the ground, but space flames burning the land closest to the pod aswell, the magenta and teal colors of the flames were pretty radical in the opinions of a couple of Retalnens. Though this could be their attention being grasped by the giant, flaming, metal ball which just landed only a few meters from them. Seconds after the safe landing of the pod the an alarm of sorts began to sound. Much to the dismay of the young Arcosian inside who was sleeping inside. He yawned inside the pod as he started to question the integrity of his super sleeping abilities, only to remember he made it up in drowsy and quite frankly lazy explanation of his hyper sleep. With one last rub of his eyes Drice sat up in the chair of the pod and pulled up the lever inside the pod and hoped that it was the lever for the door. With another lucky draw the door opened and didn’t fly off back to who knows where. The boy looked out of the pod to see 2 faces staring back at him.
From their jagged teeth to their abnormally pale skin he could tell that those two were Retalnens. A smile grew on his face as he leaped out of the pods to in front of the pair, he stood taller than them despite his rather young age. The pair of Retalnens looked at each other and then back at Drice. Their neutral almost shocked faces quickly turned into frowns as they took the much taller alien by the hands and began walking him to the RIGHT GUARD, a alien of similar appearance to the knights which held Drice’s hands except it had two polished Iron eyes. As the two knights walked to the RIGHT GUARD Drice looked around and noticed what seemed to be a skeleton surrounded by green light groaning in pain in grass, While at first taken back by the discovery he ultimately wrote it off as an alien invader who was taken down after it attacked the people. But, a the knights walked farther and farther something felt off he kept seeing different types of ‘aliens’ lying on the ground or sometimes even squirming in agony. Drice felt his body begin to slightly pull back from the two knights as it came to a conclusion before his mind could. He wanted to ask but maybe it would seem rude to his possible new aliens friends, but after a brief mental prep talk with himself Drice asked “Who are those people?” he frowned as he received no reply. He listened to what his heart and pulled his arms away, they turned around to face the abnormal alien and saw Drice picking at the dirt below with his foot. Their frowns deepened as they reached for their guns which were in their holsters. Seeing this the pair reach for their guns of the pistol variety Drice picked up the some of the previously loosened dirt from with his left hand and imbued it with ki. He opened his left hand allowing for the dirt and ki mixture to be fully visible to both the two knights and Drice. The dirt began to shake as he launched the dirt from his hand using telekinesis and launching the ki. The dirt scratched the bodies of the Retalnens pushing the knights 6 inches into the ground. Drice ran past the two Retalnens as they tried to escape their trap without avail. “How did they all lose…” Drice asked himself was it not true that their many differences would ensure their victory maybe there’s more to it, maybe success in life was not based on your differences. What did that even mean to him any, he was always pretty averages in almost everyone of his fields. Why was this so hard for him, why is finding the easiest way to live so hard. But, he sighed as he came to a stop in front of a bronze castle. Personally he didn’t want to be on the planet anymore, all of the excitement within him was gone. If anything all he felt compelled to leave right there, he never met any of the rebels why should he even care? Maybe, he didn't care, maybe he just wanted to kill them for the death the two knights prepared him for.
Drice prepared his sneaking skills once again despite its unnecessariness in this situation, he was perfectly capable of (unsteady) flying at this point yet he felt compelled to do so just for old times sake. After activating his nostalgia glasses Drice began to slowly closing on to the you know who big baddie, he found pick them out from their guards quite easily due to his lack of pupils and eyeballs in general. After, taking a few breathes Drice released his forced suppression of power ‘transforming’ into his Original form often called a final form despite the nature of the ‘transformation’. Drice threw all logic out a window at this point, only wanting to punch the bronzed eye jerk in the face. Yet, he still stopped himself, was this person he was about to pummel to death really that bad of a person he hadn’t even met them. But, out of the sheer irrationality of his frustrated and generally confused heart beat the small amount of logic he was form and Drice ran into the crowd a screaming madman. In conclusion he punched all of them to near death, leaving only behind the RIGHT GUARD he slowly raised his hand with his index finger pointing at the bronze eyed alien. Before, punching him in the gut and repeatedly kicking it while it was on the ground, until it began crying bright orange, rusty tears. Drice stared at the alien for a while before tears began gathering in his eyes as well, he couldn’t do it. He was only 4 for a few minutes ago in his mind, yet so many things had changed and he just couldn’t change his kill to death ratio just yet he wanted to savor it a little while longer. After also dropping to the ground like a couple of man children. After a very emotional and frankly pathetic crying and then hugging session the RIGHT GUARD and Drice stopped crying and sat up in a puddle of salty tears. Drice looked around at all the unconscious knights that surrounded him and looked back at the RIGHT GUARD, having taken a liking to the alien. He remembered to take a mental image (and check himself for tetanus) leaving his new acquaintance alone in its palace just sitting there. Drice looked back and saw it walk into a wall, he winced as it did so and at the fact he beat up a shorter, weaker, and blind alien up a few minutes ago. He didn’t look back again and headed straight towards his pod, it had a few curious Retalnens around it who Drice lightly pushed off as he opened the door once again and entering the pod. With a deep inhale and exhale he pressed in the coordinates of Arcose well from what he remember at least, it may have been off by a few miles and/or light years he could only hope. And with the press of a button the pod started up once again, it been a long day (5 years to be exact) and honestly all he wanted to do was think about somethings. And off the pod went into the unknown of space. The trip was one of less success than it’s successor the pod having the very green pits of the underworld, though by the floating the pod it seemed as if the pod was surrounded by water. such conclusion was blasphemy. Yet the clues all align could this be the waters of Namek ? Only when Drice awakens could that question be answered knowledgeably. Yet, for some reason the pod seemed to deny water as a good place to land, leaving Drice within hypersleep for as long as the pod remains in the water. Will Drice ever be able to wake up, and if so how?
Starting Planet: Namek
Techniques:
Offense
[N1]Abrasive Bombardment- User imbues dirt type objects with ki and uses telekinesis to launch them fast enough to injure a target.
Support
Utility
[UT]Flight-User manipulates their ki energy so that they can fly.
[UT]Telekinesis-User moves objects and other people (With perm) with the power of one's mind.
Special
Items: 500 Zeni
One-Use Pod
