Post by Zefonse on Nov 26, 2014 7:04:37 GMT
His slate violet near red eyes and long black hair to his neck, which he keeps up in intricate black ornament with a red line on it, it holds no purpose other than part of the overall design flow for his outfit. He wears a highly customized set of armor based around many themes and custom of eastern culture. The colors red is the strongest themed color in the armor, while follow by black, than grey, with yellow and orange as well in the design. These colors while might have no meanings to those today, to the wearer, these colors have special meanings.
The color red the strongest themed color in this armor this he wears. Red is the warmest of all colors. Red is the color most chosen by extroverts and one of the top picks of males. On the negative side red can mean temper or anger. In China, red is the color of prosperity and joy. This is also the color of Mars. This planet is known as the God of War. Also associated with fiery heat and warmth. It can also mean danger, the color of blood, and as such has strong symbolism as life and vitality. It brings focus to the essence of life and living with emphasis on survival.
You can say this armor choice in color was also themed around a phoenix the mythical sacred firebird that can be found in the mythologies of the Arabian, Persians, Greeks,Romans, Egyptians, and Chinese lore. It is said a phoenix can be reborn from its death form its very ash’s. This also symbolizes this man changes in life. He has been “reborn” as something anew. This armor was this man very sign of his life.
The coldness in the air, the sharpness of the world around him as he awoke from his slumber, his body was stagnant between trying to get a grasp of the situation around and trying to avert his gaze from reality. A reality he could not accept, this world was so vastly different than his time. A time when things were much more simpler. When crossing the land, meant life or death, not just simply riding in a strange machine and going there with painful ease. But maybe what bugg’s him in this new world, was the fact his kingdom has been lost to time itself, nothing but forest now. This lush forest, not only took down his kingdom remains, not even a building is left. Only three thing’s exist from his time now, the blade he carried with pride, the armor he wore, and most of all himself.
Adjusting his gaze to the skie unsure what to do, it’s only been a few year’s since he awoken in this new world. Everything is so alien, mountains that existed back then, now are nothing but strange cities made of stone and metal. Strange metallic creatures that brust that carry the citizens around at blinding speeds. He himself preferred the quiet, and peaceful nature around him, however it felt the isolation. Fearing it shall consume him someday, spending this time out there did however allow him to get adjust to his new body. As cold as the world outside is, it doesn't bother him in the slightest.
Ironic given what had happen to him, when he was human he was called Arsts. The earliest memory he had was when he was just a infant born atop a pile of hard straw during the disastrous era of time when Kami has yet created the dragon balls, who along with several other discard babies was given to a livestock of wild Monster like pigs to be used as food for the carnivorous pigs during the starving times, however Arts was luckily born with a natural gift and instead proved to be a competent predator even in infancy, and was thus made the Pig like monsters leave him alone, feeding off the the land. He had to survive like a wild animal, eating anything around him. His hunger was so overpowering, he even went as far to devour tree bark. Once he reached childhood, he proved to be a fast and wild child who often stole food from nearby settlements in order to survive, often running from townsfolk who were not only angered by his thefts but who also feared him due to his ability to survive amongst the wild monsters.
That horrible insatiable appetite that would not be satisfied no matter how much he stole or what he ate (even if it was sand or tree bark) and sometimes he would pass out from his uncontrollable hunger. Eventually however, his wild life as a thieving young predator came to an end when the hunger grew to much to handle. after finally collapsing from starvation, he found by some nearby Monks who took him to the early settlement for food and to train with them in return. However Arsts back then was unable to perform any actions beyond wielding a blade. So instead he trained endlessly to master the blade as a child, as time past by the child became a teen. He felt being out of place as if his body was somehow different from the others. When a grand and terrible war appeared he was made a commander in battle thanks to his skill with the blade. His army moral was the highest of anyone else's thanks to him threatening them like family.
When that war finally ended he felt empty even when his skill with the blade felt unmatched, even gaining the title “God Of Battle” For his efforts, he felt to out of place with this world. When his army slowly changed into a kingdom, he shifted his efforts to learning the many different styles of combat his people knew, by hosting local tournaments, joining the battle itself unarmed to better understand martial arts, it took many years for him to become strong in all styles he faced. However around this time rumors of a strange dragon that lived in the fiery center of the Earth, and shall grant a single wish. At first disbelieving such a thing could exist Arsts tried to ignore such rumors believing them to be just that a rumor. A mere year after these rumor started, it finally made Arsts give in to the question if such a dragon can exist. He decided to hunt these strange items needed to call this dragon. The journey was long, harsh, unforgiving to his small squad of soldiers hunting the lands for these items. However his time it took to find even one was too long. Time took its toll on Arsts, his body weakening from illness, and countless wounds from the travels. His final journey while “alive” took him to the frozen waste of the south, he was alone now. With every step his body start to give in to the harsh world. Just when he thought he finally saw the strange item need to summon this grand wish giving dragon, a crystalline sphere, his body finally gave in the frozen waste. The land cracked around him, as the ice under him broke, and his body fell into the icy sea.
Arsts however became banished from death, normally this is where one soul found itself in Heaven or Hell, however Arsts soul never left its earthy body, as his body froze over slowly decaying over the ages that had past, Arsts just felt like he was half awake, everything was a blurr. Unknown to time, he was lost in his own personal limbo and the world of the living. Just how many ages had past in this horrid state of being, before his body was recovered at the bottom of the frozen waste where his life had ended? His body was found however by some private army who wanted to collect dead bodies for inhuman experiments. This army not only repaired the damages done by time, and the long exposure to the elements, but restored it back to his prime, then started to use his body in a project known as the Z-Energy Foundation. They first experimented to see what was compatable with his body, they found that the Namekians regeneration was beyond just 100% compatible with his DNA, but also the infamous Zenkai, and remains of a more humans into the once powerful King body, along with a countless number of other additions to his body to make him into a powerful Bio- Android, however the head scientist believing the body to be nothing more than a brain dead vegetable who would pose no threat to them. However Arsts felt the pain his body felt, the way it twisted into what it became.
His eyes awoke to this new world many days later. This prison of cold, and steel. However everything was grey. Dulled out sounds, sparks of white filled this world with each step, color slowly washing over the world as if a spark. That mere spark of color made a old feeling remerge, this feeling he wish to bury... One could say if they saw his unchanging stoic face they would of saw a small smile appear, however no such smile truly appeared, words started to make sense to him, and for the first time be breathed. That made him happy, for he was alive again in what felt like a prison of flesh itself , the air tasted stale and rotten, but that was alight. The sheer joy of this moment was short lived.
The army that gave him new life, was in panic. As if the project they created was on a rampage, they fired their guns, and he closed the distance knocking every guard down. “Why” he would ask “NO” is what his answer he gained, as if he was a freak of nature. As if still in a haze he walked around this alien like building, till he found his old armor in another section of this bizarre lab. He didn’t even think twice why his armor would be in such good condition when it felt like only a moment had past since he fell in the water. When more people with guns appeared again, this time blowing up a small section of the lab he was in. He stood unharmed by it, only noticing the outside world of this lab. The very same frozen waste in which he died, before he knew it he ran. He ran the waste, to the very land’s he once traveled.
He needed to return to his people, rushing, never once wanting to stop for a simple breath. He ran till flames were left in his tracks. Strange and bizarre buildings appeared in his way, he crashed into them. not only stunned for a moment, at the strange sites of such a place. He gathered his pace once more, and ran even faster. This was troubling, the land should not have changed that much in few moments since he last saw it, but also it just dawned on him how was he moving this fast? What took months to cross was mere moments. He stopped in the forest that lead into his once grand kingdom, fear, dread, regret started to creep itself upon the man known as Arsts. As he took the step into the forest and started to look for ANYTHING related to his kingdom, yet found nothing. Arsts in panic punched the earth, forming a crater and shook the very nature around him in awe, after that single punch, he kept at it for a few more minutes. Till he saw something buried deep in the earth, a single blade, he rushed over towards it, and pulled it out, a Changdao. As one of the last thing’s of his kingdom, he called it Zhuqe in honor of the Vermillion bird of the South.
Wanting answers, he dusted the blade off, and crossed the land again. As if guided by a simple rage, the building’s in his way where sliced down, yet his skill managed to not only harm any citizens, just the walls, where sliced in such a manner it allowed him to bypass going around it. His blade edge started to burn as he got closer to the frozen waste. And once he got there, sliced down upon it, slicing the building in two, and at the same time jumping inside the building demanding answers. “Why” he asked once more “We wanted a soldier” they said, a bio-android. Gazing at the large letters that the lab had above the room, he awoken in the Z-Energy Project Foundation, leaving in fury, he casted aside his name of Arsts as it had no meaning in this new age, he need time to adjust
Flash forward till now, here he stood among his former kingdom. Even after training himself to understand his new body, it still felt raw, and surreal such a thing had happen to him. Slowly he drew his sword, slicing at the forest, cutting down a range of tree’s in a single swipe. Such a simple task for him now, however he need to know the outside world. A world that has changed over the years, these strange beasts that can fly, he kind of enjoyed them the freedom to fly. So this man finally decided to travel the world, experience the new thing’s, no reason to sulk over a long lost kingdom now. He remembered the closest city was good run away, however it be such a bore to just run there in mere moments. So he did the best logical thing, go over to one of the many tree’s he had cut down, and stipp it of its bark, and limbs, making it a very simple wooden pillar. After strapping his blade to his side once again, lifted the pillar in his arms, and threw it at the sky at alarming speed. Then quickly jump in the air and rode it like a boat. He crossed the lands, he was very high in the air, till he saw the faint outline of the city below him, and jumped off. Leaving the wooden pillar to forever fly in the sky.
On that day, once might say they saw a man falling from the sky, other’s say that day was one of the more strangest forecast in recent history. It was raining wooden pillars, and a very odd man, how not only landed, after breaking every bone his body at once, but walked it off. Without as much showing pain, so thus his first logical idea to do once recovering was to walk across the street, and get hit by a 18 wheeler. He shook that off as well, looked at the massively damaged machine, and went on with his day.
After hours of walking around, countless charges of car damages, broken vending machines, and gaining life time ban at a cell phone shop. He looked up one last time, at the skie, seeing as it was now night, and looked upon every star that was visible. Arsts Outway no longer lives, his kingdom long since gone, this man now, wanted to travel this world. Gain its experience’s made his name known as Zefonse Kaizm” he just thought to himself, created from project that reborn him, and the stars his people worhsiped. When the police came, and tackled him, to no effect, as he just walked on out of the city, with every cop just falling off. With some smoke, and small fires caused by the cops car’s trying to stop Zefonse, strange how seem to break with painful ease.
After visiting an handful of the city’s places Zefonse decided to look into, the buildings more. However one such building was in fact a testing lab for gravity research, the science didn;t notice how or why Zefonse entered the lab room right when they were switching to 15 times the gravity of earth to see the effect’s upon everyday objects. They just know suddenly they had a living being starting to be crushed by the intense gravity fields, not only did Zefonse survive such a force, but mangle to move just enough to swing his sword to break the blasted machine in panic. If he stayed he might of been able to see if he could have performed more actions however now wasn’t the time to think, somthing approached this very city...something powerful.
This thing he sensed what was it, where was it. As toning himself to such action’s Zefonse walking out of the lab, as he noticed, the earth was shaking. The sky red and black filled with smoke. Buildings falling over in pieces, something clicked inside his head, he moved he had to stop whatever is just happening. As he came across the madman that was doing this, throwing powerful blast of energy around to level the city only stopping long enough to glance over at Zefonse while laughing like a madman “What’s this another victim!?” Zefonse felt something akin to this man, like his blood was the same as his, what was this strange man.
This being had the abundance of metal piercings, more like metal circles, being all up his nose, eyebrows, arms and even legs. All over his body, there are these piercings from His appearance, hair is a deep black. It runs down to the middle of his back, spikes can be found all throughout it. The skin of this madman, however, appears to be a rather tanned one. His muscles appear to be rather toned, his biceps thick as well as his triceps, the outline of his toner body and arms running all the way down. Covering his hands were two different pair of gloves. But what was most shocking, was this man tail lashing up and down, with each laugh, and the armor it wore. “Do you want to die by a true saiyan!” and without warning launched a powerful blast at Zefonse.
Without much time to react, Zefonse jumped to the side, and quickly used his movement to close the distance, slashing towards the madmen at alarming speeds, however this man reaction time was far better than Zefonse thought possible. They clashed, sending each other backwards quite a ways. Surprised by such raw power, Zefonse was shaken to the core, by such a madman, a small drop of blood started to flow off his blade, while the madman was clenching his shoulder in pain as small driplets of blood poured out. So Zefonse made an impact after all, however Zefonse didn’t let a small milestone in the battle to first to wound get to his head to believe he had this... Since he had to act quickly to what to follow up. He saw through the corner of his eye this madman stance, this fighting style was that of Muay Thai is a combat style from the muay martial arts of Thailand that uses stand-up striking along with various clinching techniques.
This physical and mental discipline which includes combat on foot is known as "the art of eight limbs" because it is characterized by the combined use of fists, elbows, knees, shins and feet, being associated with a good physical preparation that makes a full-contact fight very efficient. Muay Thai became popular in the sixteenth century, but became widespread internationally only in the twentieth century, when many Thai fighters won several victories over representatives of other martial arts.
This is going to be a problem now, as Zefonse had to react to the action at hand. When this madman moved to perform a kick, as he quickly set his body in motion with such fluid movements, nothing was wasted. He quickly snapped his feet into the ground, landing firm and unmoving, Zefonse then adjust his body into such manner that it would appear as of the appearance of him just a millisecond ago was just gone, and replaced with this new stance. As the kick came closer to his face, with such speed the sound and power the sound barrier was cracking around this warrior..such power, however what came to the meet the kick wasn’t Zefonse face nor arm’s but his blade, he moved his blade to cover his face, the blade edge pointing towards it’s foot, just as impact was made Zefonse was sent again pushing back. However Zefonse blade wasn’t fragile as any other blade would've surely shattered from a kick of such power.
Regardless of blocking the kick, this beast of a man, reaction time was no joke! Zefonse quickly notice it’s arms shining brightly, and used the motion from his twisted body to come crashing down upon Zefonse in order to slice him with blade like arms. At the angle and distance normally one would of been doomed to take such a hit, but for Zefonse he knew of a way to turn this into a counter attack quickly letting loose of his blade’s handle, letting it fall heavily to the ground. Then adjust his arms at such speeds it seemed like they vanished, to meet Hakai attack in the middle before they even made impact with his body, Zefonse blocked the attack with his arms..... to be more exact using the armor on his arm’s and own physical power to match this warrior’s output, thus negating the damage from both ends, however this would place a strain on Zefonse arm’s which shouldn’t hinder himself in the long run. Zefonse was the first to wound in this battle, it would be troublesome to start under minding such a being.
Zefonse Quickly moved his arm again, catching his own sword before it even hit the ground.... such grace.. What is going to do from this range? He is inside this warrior most dangerous area hand to hand range, and the reaction time proved to be a very strong factor. But most of all was that power. In this range Zefonse performed a mighty sword slash across, buildings started to fall down even faster and the fires raged as the blade clashed on this madman skin sending him flying and Zefonse off his balance. However Zefonse quickly jumped up and waited for this man actions before acting, but only silence fell upon the city. Then suddenly more strange blast of energy attacked Zefonse, keeping him at distance, he kept dodging then, but some of them manage to hit him dead center, knocking him face first into the ground. Coughing up blood, Zefonse gasped for air, then Zefonse concentrates the Ki which is noted to be giving off intense heat, created from Zefonse into the sword along the edge of the blade, and slashed towards the warrior, the air pressure alone made the warrior avoid it by appearing closer to Zefonse location.
By then Zefonse was already on way to stand again, "Heh... Hahah... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HOW FUN, HOW SO VERY FUN! I HAVEN'T HAD A VICTIM LIKE THIS IN YEARS. WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THAT STRIKE HIT ME? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH." just when Zefonse finished getting up he moved in closer to the mad warrior released his power, this surge of Ki. This made Zefonse not only feel this vast difference between the two, made him stood in shock and terror, yet his face was unchange. But without paying attention, and without missing a beat Zefonse entered a attack stance, and as if this made warrior read Zefonse mind, he as well entered into positions. In an instant Zefonse regained his composure, but the very situation had to cause him to blink just once. While the blink may have lasted no longer than a tenth of a second, for 0.1 seconds he was cut off from any visual information, but in a battle such as this would called a fatal mistake. When Zefonse opened his eyes again, the mad warrior was laughing as his fist not only connected to Zefonse chest, but broke into his lower spine, his fist covered in that deadly energy as if a hundred slashing blades tore into him. When Zefonse was sent flying by this move into a nearby building, the warrior not only appeared before him again, but grabbed him lifting him into the air by the neck. And without missing a beat flew into the air.
They flew so high, all the way this warrior punching at Zefonse face and body, this made him lose his grip on his sword as it fell back to earth. When the mad warrior finally stopped the flight, they were in the stratosphere the second major layer of Earth's atmosphere, just above the troposphere, and below the mesosphere. It is stratified in temperature, with warmer layers higher up and cooler layers farther down. The sight of the Earth this high up was beyond simple words. However this mad warrior wasn’t even finished yet, and tossed Zefonse back down at high speeds, and this warrior had draw his hands back gathering up so much energy, then he thrust his hands forward discharging a massive red-green beam of energy towards Zefonse, hitting him nearly dead center. The level of pain was so high, that Zefonse body went numb, as he went crashing down into the city, and the attack of this mad warrior was finished. A laughter was heard, the laughter of a mad man who just wanted to kill, and hurt everything. By now Zefonse would of been dead if it wasn’t for his Namekians DNA granting him a powerful regeneration, however by the time the mad warrior slowly drifted back. Zefonse once again stood up, looking around for anything, however the warrior laughed as he slowly walked towards Zefonse, what is this man problem? Why won’t he stop this battle, he clearly won the battle, yet he wanted to keep harming Zefonse over and over again. However at least a ray of hope seemed possible, he noticed his sword that fell from the sky was buried underneath some of the rubble nearby, now the problem was the fact the mad warrior was just as close, and seems to notice Zefonse plan right away.
So the final curtain was near, Zefonse leaned his body forward and did a quick dash for the blade, as the mad warrior simply made a dead center path towards the blade. Zefonse just barely grabbed the blade in time, his eyes were dead set on fire. He raised his sword over his head, as the mad warrior was readying another punch, he had to break his limits, the limits of weakness. For a split moment he surpassed the speed of sound. He targets and slashes the upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, and thighs simultaneously at a speed faster than the speed of sound, then Zefonse performs a final lance-like thrust through the heart, just as he made impact for a final time. Zefonse started to gather his energy into the blade, glowing with an intense vortex of power like mighty flames of a sun ,that can erase all before it appeared from the blade very core, forming a shape of a sphere, and expanding till it was the size of person chest in height, and in mass was heavier than anything physically possible for a normal warrior to swing, as it gathers the heat in this vortex of power, and he thrust forward this attack right into the mad warrior causing massive damage, burying his foe in a sun of flame like energy, and sending the warrior flying into the sky. Quickly leaping towards the sphere, and performed one final slice, cutting the sphere in two, creating a massive explosion, that ripped the mad warrior atom by atom till he was nothing but a bitter memory.
As the battle ended, Zefonse body started to shake, the fact such a warrior even exists was a living nightmare, and he couldn't even helped this city, a massive blow to a former king. But even in the end, the warrior could of simply overpowered that attack Zefonse created and won. There was too large of a gap in sheer power, he has to truly wander this world, to experience all these new fighters, and styles that the ages have created. Gathering his thoughts, and steeled himself to explore this world. He gathered the remains of the warrior armor, keeping it as a sort of memento, and to ask questions in the future. Now it is time for him to leave the ruins, and set out on his journey.
The color red the strongest themed color in this armor this he wears. Red is the warmest of all colors. Red is the color most chosen by extroverts and one of the top picks of males. On the negative side red can mean temper or anger. In China, red is the color of prosperity and joy. This is also the color of Mars. This planet is known as the God of War. Also associated with fiery heat and warmth. It can also mean danger, the color of blood, and as such has strong symbolism as life and vitality. It brings focus to the essence of life and living with emphasis on survival.
You can say this armor choice in color was also themed around a phoenix the mythical sacred firebird that can be found in the mythologies of the Arabian, Persians, Greeks,Romans, Egyptians, and Chinese lore. It is said a phoenix can be reborn from its death form its very ash’s. This also symbolizes this man changes in life. He has been “reborn” as something anew. This armor was this man very sign of his life.
The coldness in the air, the sharpness of the world around him as he awoke from his slumber, his body was stagnant between trying to get a grasp of the situation around and trying to avert his gaze from reality. A reality he could not accept, this world was so vastly different than his time. A time when things were much more simpler. When crossing the land, meant life or death, not just simply riding in a strange machine and going there with painful ease. But maybe what bugg’s him in this new world, was the fact his kingdom has been lost to time itself, nothing but forest now. This lush forest, not only took down his kingdom remains, not even a building is left. Only three thing’s exist from his time now, the blade he carried with pride, the armor he wore, and most of all himself.
Adjusting his gaze to the skie unsure what to do, it’s only been a few year’s since he awoken in this new world. Everything is so alien, mountains that existed back then, now are nothing but strange cities made of stone and metal. Strange metallic creatures that brust that carry the citizens around at blinding speeds. He himself preferred the quiet, and peaceful nature around him, however it felt the isolation. Fearing it shall consume him someday, spending this time out there did however allow him to get adjust to his new body. As cold as the world outside is, it doesn't bother him in the slightest.
Ironic given what had happen to him, when he was human he was called Arsts. The earliest memory he had was when he was just a infant born atop a pile of hard straw during the disastrous era of time when Kami has yet created the dragon balls, who along with several other discard babies was given to a livestock of wild Monster like pigs to be used as food for the carnivorous pigs during the starving times, however Arts was luckily born with a natural gift and instead proved to be a competent predator even in infancy, and was thus made the Pig like monsters leave him alone, feeding off the the land. He had to survive like a wild animal, eating anything around him. His hunger was so overpowering, he even went as far to devour tree bark. Once he reached childhood, he proved to be a fast and wild child who often stole food from nearby settlements in order to survive, often running from townsfolk who were not only angered by his thefts but who also feared him due to his ability to survive amongst the wild monsters.
That horrible insatiable appetite that would not be satisfied no matter how much he stole or what he ate (even if it was sand or tree bark) and sometimes he would pass out from his uncontrollable hunger. Eventually however, his wild life as a thieving young predator came to an end when the hunger grew to much to handle. after finally collapsing from starvation, he found by some nearby Monks who took him to the early settlement for food and to train with them in return. However Arsts back then was unable to perform any actions beyond wielding a blade. So instead he trained endlessly to master the blade as a child, as time past by the child became a teen. He felt being out of place as if his body was somehow different from the others. When a grand and terrible war appeared he was made a commander in battle thanks to his skill with the blade. His army moral was the highest of anyone else's thanks to him threatening them like family.
When that war finally ended he felt empty even when his skill with the blade felt unmatched, even gaining the title “God Of Battle” For his efforts, he felt to out of place with this world. When his army slowly changed into a kingdom, he shifted his efforts to learning the many different styles of combat his people knew, by hosting local tournaments, joining the battle itself unarmed to better understand martial arts, it took many years for him to become strong in all styles he faced. However around this time rumors of a strange dragon that lived in the fiery center of the Earth, and shall grant a single wish. At first disbelieving such a thing could exist Arsts tried to ignore such rumors believing them to be just that a rumor. A mere year after these rumor started, it finally made Arsts give in to the question if such a dragon can exist. He decided to hunt these strange items needed to call this dragon. The journey was long, harsh, unforgiving to his small squad of soldiers hunting the lands for these items. However his time it took to find even one was too long. Time took its toll on Arsts, his body weakening from illness, and countless wounds from the travels. His final journey while “alive” took him to the frozen waste of the south, he was alone now. With every step his body start to give in to the harsh world. Just when he thought he finally saw the strange item need to summon this grand wish giving dragon, a crystalline sphere, his body finally gave in the frozen waste. The land cracked around him, as the ice under him broke, and his body fell into the icy sea.
Arsts however became banished from death, normally this is where one soul found itself in Heaven or Hell, however Arsts soul never left its earthy body, as his body froze over slowly decaying over the ages that had past, Arsts just felt like he was half awake, everything was a blurr. Unknown to time, he was lost in his own personal limbo and the world of the living. Just how many ages had past in this horrid state of being, before his body was recovered at the bottom of the frozen waste where his life had ended? His body was found however by some private army who wanted to collect dead bodies for inhuman experiments. This army not only repaired the damages done by time, and the long exposure to the elements, but restored it back to his prime, then started to use his body in a project known as the Z-Energy Foundation. They first experimented to see what was compatable with his body, they found that the Namekians regeneration was beyond just 100% compatible with his DNA, but also the infamous Zenkai, and remains of a more humans into the once powerful King body, along with a countless number of other additions to his body to make him into a powerful Bio- Android, however the head scientist believing the body to be nothing more than a brain dead vegetable who would pose no threat to them. However Arsts felt the pain his body felt, the way it twisted into what it became.
His eyes awoke to this new world many days later. This prison of cold, and steel. However everything was grey. Dulled out sounds, sparks of white filled this world with each step, color slowly washing over the world as if a spark. That mere spark of color made a old feeling remerge, this feeling he wish to bury... One could say if they saw his unchanging stoic face they would of saw a small smile appear, however no such smile truly appeared, words started to make sense to him, and for the first time be breathed. That made him happy, for he was alive again in what felt like a prison of flesh itself , the air tasted stale and rotten, but that was alight. The sheer joy of this moment was short lived.
The army that gave him new life, was in panic. As if the project they created was on a rampage, they fired their guns, and he closed the distance knocking every guard down. “Why” he would ask “NO” is what his answer he gained, as if he was a freak of nature. As if still in a haze he walked around this alien like building, till he found his old armor in another section of this bizarre lab. He didn’t even think twice why his armor would be in such good condition when it felt like only a moment had past since he fell in the water. When more people with guns appeared again, this time blowing up a small section of the lab he was in. He stood unharmed by it, only noticing the outside world of this lab. The very same frozen waste in which he died, before he knew it he ran. He ran the waste, to the very land’s he once traveled.
He needed to return to his people, rushing, never once wanting to stop for a simple breath. He ran till flames were left in his tracks. Strange and bizarre buildings appeared in his way, he crashed into them. not only stunned for a moment, at the strange sites of such a place. He gathered his pace once more, and ran even faster. This was troubling, the land should not have changed that much in few moments since he last saw it, but also it just dawned on him how was he moving this fast? What took months to cross was mere moments. He stopped in the forest that lead into his once grand kingdom, fear, dread, regret started to creep itself upon the man known as Arsts. As he took the step into the forest and started to look for ANYTHING related to his kingdom, yet found nothing. Arsts in panic punched the earth, forming a crater and shook the very nature around him in awe, after that single punch, he kept at it for a few more minutes. Till he saw something buried deep in the earth, a single blade, he rushed over towards it, and pulled it out, a Changdao. As one of the last thing’s of his kingdom, he called it Zhuqe in honor of the Vermillion bird of the South.
Wanting answers, he dusted the blade off, and crossed the land again. As if guided by a simple rage, the building’s in his way where sliced down, yet his skill managed to not only harm any citizens, just the walls, where sliced in such a manner it allowed him to bypass going around it. His blade edge started to burn as he got closer to the frozen waste. And once he got there, sliced down upon it, slicing the building in two, and at the same time jumping inside the building demanding answers. “Why” he asked once more “We wanted a soldier” they said, a bio-android. Gazing at the large letters that the lab had above the room, he awoken in the Z-Energy Project Foundation, leaving in fury, he casted aside his name of Arsts as it had no meaning in this new age, he need time to adjust
Flash forward till now, here he stood among his former kingdom. Even after training himself to understand his new body, it still felt raw, and surreal such a thing had happen to him. Slowly he drew his sword, slicing at the forest, cutting down a range of tree’s in a single swipe. Such a simple task for him now, however he need to know the outside world. A world that has changed over the years, these strange beasts that can fly, he kind of enjoyed them the freedom to fly. So this man finally decided to travel the world, experience the new thing’s, no reason to sulk over a long lost kingdom now. He remembered the closest city was good run away, however it be such a bore to just run there in mere moments. So he did the best logical thing, go over to one of the many tree’s he had cut down, and stipp it of its bark, and limbs, making it a very simple wooden pillar. After strapping his blade to his side once again, lifted the pillar in his arms, and threw it at the sky at alarming speed. Then quickly jump in the air and rode it like a boat. He crossed the lands, he was very high in the air, till he saw the faint outline of the city below him, and jumped off. Leaving the wooden pillar to forever fly in the sky.
On that day, once might say they saw a man falling from the sky, other’s say that day was one of the more strangest forecast in recent history. It was raining wooden pillars, and a very odd man, how not only landed, after breaking every bone his body at once, but walked it off. Without as much showing pain, so thus his first logical idea to do once recovering was to walk across the street, and get hit by a 18 wheeler. He shook that off as well, looked at the massively damaged machine, and went on with his day.
After hours of walking around, countless charges of car damages, broken vending machines, and gaining life time ban at a cell phone shop. He looked up one last time, at the skie, seeing as it was now night, and looked upon every star that was visible. Arsts Outway no longer lives, his kingdom long since gone, this man now, wanted to travel this world. Gain its experience’s made his name known as Zefonse Kaizm” he just thought to himself, created from project that reborn him, and the stars his people worhsiped. When the police came, and tackled him, to no effect, as he just walked on out of the city, with every cop just falling off. With some smoke, and small fires caused by the cops car’s trying to stop Zefonse, strange how seem to break with painful ease.
After visiting an handful of the city’s places Zefonse decided to look into, the buildings more. However one such building was in fact a testing lab for gravity research, the science didn;t notice how or why Zefonse entered the lab room right when they were switching to 15 times the gravity of earth to see the effect’s upon everyday objects. They just know suddenly they had a living being starting to be crushed by the intense gravity fields, not only did Zefonse survive such a force, but mangle to move just enough to swing his sword to break the blasted machine in panic. If he stayed he might of been able to see if he could have performed more actions however now wasn’t the time to think, somthing approached this very city...something powerful.
This thing he sensed what was it, where was it. As toning himself to such action’s Zefonse walking out of the lab, as he noticed, the earth was shaking. The sky red and black filled with smoke. Buildings falling over in pieces, something clicked inside his head, he moved he had to stop whatever is just happening. As he came across the madman that was doing this, throwing powerful blast of energy around to level the city only stopping long enough to glance over at Zefonse while laughing like a madman “What’s this another victim!?” Zefonse felt something akin to this man, like his blood was the same as his, what was this strange man.
This being had the abundance of metal piercings, more like metal circles, being all up his nose, eyebrows, arms and even legs. All over his body, there are these piercings from His appearance, hair is a deep black. It runs down to the middle of his back, spikes can be found all throughout it. The skin of this madman, however, appears to be a rather tanned one. His muscles appear to be rather toned, his biceps thick as well as his triceps, the outline of his toner body and arms running all the way down. Covering his hands were two different pair of gloves. But what was most shocking, was this man tail lashing up and down, with each laugh, and the armor it wore. “Do you want to die by a true saiyan!” and without warning launched a powerful blast at Zefonse.
Without much time to react, Zefonse jumped to the side, and quickly used his movement to close the distance, slashing towards the madmen at alarming speeds, however this man reaction time was far better than Zefonse thought possible. They clashed, sending each other backwards quite a ways. Surprised by such raw power, Zefonse was shaken to the core, by such a madman, a small drop of blood started to flow off his blade, while the madman was clenching his shoulder in pain as small driplets of blood poured out. So Zefonse made an impact after all, however Zefonse didn’t let a small milestone in the battle to first to wound get to his head to believe he had this... Since he had to act quickly to what to follow up. He saw through the corner of his eye this madman stance, this fighting style was that of Muay Thai is a combat style from the muay martial arts of Thailand that uses stand-up striking along with various clinching techniques.
This physical and mental discipline which includes combat on foot is known as "the art of eight limbs" because it is characterized by the combined use of fists, elbows, knees, shins and feet, being associated with a good physical preparation that makes a full-contact fight very efficient. Muay Thai became popular in the sixteenth century, but became widespread internationally only in the twentieth century, when many Thai fighters won several victories over representatives of other martial arts.
This is going to be a problem now, as Zefonse had to react to the action at hand. When this madman moved to perform a kick, as he quickly set his body in motion with such fluid movements, nothing was wasted. He quickly snapped his feet into the ground, landing firm and unmoving, Zefonse then adjust his body into such manner that it would appear as of the appearance of him just a millisecond ago was just gone, and replaced with this new stance. As the kick came closer to his face, with such speed the sound and power the sound barrier was cracking around this warrior..such power, however what came to the meet the kick wasn’t Zefonse face nor arm’s but his blade, he moved his blade to cover his face, the blade edge pointing towards it’s foot, just as impact was made Zefonse was sent again pushing back. However Zefonse blade wasn’t fragile as any other blade would've surely shattered from a kick of such power.
Regardless of blocking the kick, this beast of a man, reaction time was no joke! Zefonse quickly notice it’s arms shining brightly, and used the motion from his twisted body to come crashing down upon Zefonse in order to slice him with blade like arms. At the angle and distance normally one would of been doomed to take such a hit, but for Zefonse he knew of a way to turn this into a counter attack quickly letting loose of his blade’s handle, letting it fall heavily to the ground. Then adjust his arms at such speeds it seemed like they vanished, to meet Hakai attack in the middle before they even made impact with his body, Zefonse blocked the attack with his arms..... to be more exact using the armor on his arm’s and own physical power to match this warrior’s output, thus negating the damage from both ends, however this would place a strain on Zefonse arm’s which shouldn’t hinder himself in the long run. Zefonse was the first to wound in this battle, it would be troublesome to start under minding such a being.
Zefonse Quickly moved his arm again, catching his own sword before it even hit the ground.... such grace.. What is going to do from this range? He is inside this warrior most dangerous area hand to hand range, and the reaction time proved to be a very strong factor. But most of all was that power. In this range Zefonse performed a mighty sword slash across, buildings started to fall down even faster and the fires raged as the blade clashed on this madman skin sending him flying and Zefonse off his balance. However Zefonse quickly jumped up and waited for this man actions before acting, but only silence fell upon the city. Then suddenly more strange blast of energy attacked Zefonse, keeping him at distance, he kept dodging then, but some of them manage to hit him dead center, knocking him face first into the ground. Coughing up blood, Zefonse gasped for air, then Zefonse concentrates the Ki which is noted to be giving off intense heat, created from Zefonse into the sword along the edge of the blade, and slashed towards the warrior, the air pressure alone made the warrior avoid it by appearing closer to Zefonse location.
By then Zefonse was already on way to stand again, "Heh... Hahah... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HOW FUN, HOW SO VERY FUN! I HAVEN'T HAD A VICTIM LIKE THIS IN YEARS. WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THAT STRIKE HIT ME? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH." just when Zefonse finished getting up he moved in closer to the mad warrior released his power, this surge of Ki. This made Zefonse not only feel this vast difference between the two, made him stood in shock and terror, yet his face was unchange. But without paying attention, and without missing a beat Zefonse entered a attack stance, and as if this made warrior read Zefonse mind, he as well entered into positions. In an instant Zefonse regained his composure, but the very situation had to cause him to blink just once. While the blink may have lasted no longer than a tenth of a second, for 0.1 seconds he was cut off from any visual information, but in a battle such as this would called a fatal mistake. When Zefonse opened his eyes again, the mad warrior was laughing as his fist not only connected to Zefonse chest, but broke into his lower spine, his fist covered in that deadly energy as if a hundred slashing blades tore into him. When Zefonse was sent flying by this move into a nearby building, the warrior not only appeared before him again, but grabbed him lifting him into the air by the neck. And without missing a beat flew into the air.
They flew so high, all the way this warrior punching at Zefonse face and body, this made him lose his grip on his sword as it fell back to earth. When the mad warrior finally stopped the flight, they were in the stratosphere the second major layer of Earth's atmosphere, just above the troposphere, and below the mesosphere. It is stratified in temperature, with warmer layers higher up and cooler layers farther down. The sight of the Earth this high up was beyond simple words. However this mad warrior wasn’t even finished yet, and tossed Zefonse back down at high speeds, and this warrior had draw his hands back gathering up so much energy, then he thrust his hands forward discharging a massive red-green beam of energy towards Zefonse, hitting him nearly dead center. The level of pain was so high, that Zefonse body went numb, as he went crashing down into the city, and the attack of this mad warrior was finished. A laughter was heard, the laughter of a mad man who just wanted to kill, and hurt everything. By now Zefonse would of been dead if it wasn’t for his Namekians DNA granting him a powerful regeneration, however by the time the mad warrior slowly drifted back. Zefonse once again stood up, looking around for anything, however the warrior laughed as he slowly walked towards Zefonse, what is this man problem? Why won’t he stop this battle, he clearly won the battle, yet he wanted to keep harming Zefonse over and over again. However at least a ray of hope seemed possible, he noticed his sword that fell from the sky was buried underneath some of the rubble nearby, now the problem was the fact the mad warrior was just as close, and seems to notice Zefonse plan right away.
So the final curtain was near, Zefonse leaned his body forward and did a quick dash for the blade, as the mad warrior simply made a dead center path towards the blade. Zefonse just barely grabbed the blade in time, his eyes were dead set on fire. He raised his sword over his head, as the mad warrior was readying another punch, he had to break his limits, the limits of weakness. For a split moment he surpassed the speed of sound. He targets and slashes the upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, and thighs simultaneously at a speed faster than the speed of sound, then Zefonse performs a final lance-like thrust through the heart, just as he made impact for a final time. Zefonse started to gather his energy into the blade, glowing with an intense vortex of power like mighty flames of a sun ,that can erase all before it appeared from the blade very core, forming a shape of a sphere, and expanding till it was the size of person chest in height, and in mass was heavier than anything physically possible for a normal warrior to swing, as it gathers the heat in this vortex of power, and he thrust forward this attack right into the mad warrior causing massive damage, burying his foe in a sun of flame like energy, and sending the warrior flying into the sky. Quickly leaping towards the sphere, and performed one final slice, cutting the sphere in two, creating a massive explosion, that ripped the mad warrior atom by atom till he was nothing but a bitter memory.
As the battle ended, Zefonse body started to shake, the fact such a warrior even exists was a living nightmare, and he couldn't even helped this city, a massive blow to a former king. But even in the end, the warrior could of simply overpowered that attack Zefonse created and won. There was too large of a gap in sheer power, he has to truly wander this world, to experience all these new fighters, and styles that the ages have created. Gathering his thoughts, and steeled himself to explore this world. He gathered the remains of the warrior armor, keeping it as a sort of memento, and to ask questions in the future. Now it is time for him to leave the ruins, and set out on his journey.