Post by Tarion on May 5, 2017 1:53:32 GMT
Name:
Tarion
Alias: Some family refers to him as Tarrie
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
12
Appearance:
Silky black hair that locks together in spikes. Being full blooded, his hair style never changes. Since childhood, it has always been shorter around the sides, clustering into thinner locks. On top of his scalp rests longer clumps that make up his bangs, parting several times. Above his bangs, atop his head, extends a longer strip of clumped hair twisting off to his right, seeming to be held up by some invisible force like all Saiyans. He is still young, and so his height matches it, currently resting around 5'0" even. His eyes are narrow, and striking for a boy. His body has developed muscles, but they appear less defined, and somewhat chubby (baby fat.) He likes to wear a simple crimson red jumpsuit with standard Saiyan white gloves and boots. He seems to have the propensity to tie jackets and longer shirts around his waist, held by a deep purple sash.
History:
Born to a well developed family. Tarion grew into some reclusive traits like preferring to spend time alone thinking, or wandering, contrary to how he perceived his relatives. Once old enough, he gained an interest in the history of the Saiyan Empire and began gathering as much information on it as he could. While limited, he clung to every story in the past, and a sense of longing stirred in him. In his immaturity, folly shadowed. While comparing modern things to his perception of the past, he grew to loathe the differences between the legends and those around him. Eventually, this led to a rejection of his own position in all this, and a thirst for self-sufficiency took hold. Insisting he broke away from his family, he left and sought to survive the harsh world which he had been born unto. During his time alone, he faced many of the struggles present on Planet Vegeta. Between the gravity, in-ordinarily strong creatures that roamed the wilds, and the need to take care of himself amidst it all.. Some of his boyhood slipped away. At first it was a struggle to maintain enough energy to train his body, on top of the fact that he had learned little of proper training to begin with. Much of his time was spent learning to hunt food, make shelter, and tend to his wounds not least of all. Indeed he grew, but the hardship was abundant. His need to acclimate himself to those Saiyans of legend was more like a plague than a goal. Tarion had begun travelling down an endless path. Slowly yet surely, he made progress, and it fueled him even more.
Time had passed, and his ideals had further cemented into his mind. Now, he has the mind to emerge from the old reclusive tendencies and rejoin his family, for better or worse. His pride is inflated, his attitude sour, and his empathy empty.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Vicegrip - The user grabs onto the opponent firmly and uses their free hand to release a point blank thin beam into the target's abdomen.
Support
[SU]Zanzoken
Utility
Flight
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Tarion
Alias: Some family refers to him as Tarrie
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
12
Appearance:
Silky black hair that locks together in spikes. Being full blooded, his hair style never changes. Since childhood, it has always been shorter around the sides, clustering into thinner locks. On top of his scalp rests longer clumps that make up his bangs, parting several times. Above his bangs, atop his head, extends a longer strip of clumped hair twisting off to his right, seeming to be held up by some invisible force like all Saiyans. He is still young, and so his height matches it, currently resting around 5'0" even. His eyes are narrow, and striking for a boy. His body has developed muscles, but they appear less defined, and somewhat chubby (baby fat.) He likes to wear a simple crimson red jumpsuit with standard Saiyan white gloves and boots. He seems to have the propensity to tie jackets and longer shirts around his waist, held by a deep purple sash.
History:
Born to a well developed family. Tarion grew into some reclusive traits like preferring to spend time alone thinking, or wandering, contrary to how he perceived his relatives. Once old enough, he gained an interest in the history of the Saiyan Empire and began gathering as much information on it as he could. While limited, he clung to every story in the past, and a sense of longing stirred in him. In his immaturity, folly shadowed. While comparing modern things to his perception of the past, he grew to loathe the differences between the legends and those around him. Eventually, this led to a rejection of his own position in all this, and a thirst for self-sufficiency took hold. Insisting he broke away from his family, he left and sought to survive the harsh world which he had been born unto. During his time alone, he faced many of the struggles present on Planet Vegeta. Between the gravity, in-ordinarily strong creatures that roamed the wilds, and the need to take care of himself amidst it all.. Some of his boyhood slipped away. At first it was a struggle to maintain enough energy to train his body, on top of the fact that he had learned little of proper training to begin with. Much of his time was spent learning to hunt food, make shelter, and tend to his wounds not least of all. Indeed he grew, but the hardship was abundant. His need to acclimate himself to those Saiyans of legend was more like a plague than a goal. Tarion had begun travelling down an endless path. Slowly yet surely, he made progress, and it fueled him even more.
Time had passed, and his ideals had further cemented into his mind. Now, he has the mind to emerge from the old reclusive tendencies and rejoin his family, for better or worse. His pride is inflated, his attitude sour, and his empathy empty.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Vicegrip - The user grabs onto the opponent firmly and uses their free hand to release a point blank thin beam into the target's abdomen.
Support
[SU]Zanzoken
Utility
Flight
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
