Post by Blizzar on Jun 5, 2017 13:50:28 GMT
Name:
Blizzar
Alias:
Mercenary
Species:
Arcrosian
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty-seven
Appearance:
Blizzar stands at a simple five foot tall with a relatively large skull, with a long tail sweeping by his feet. In his suppressed form, there is a heavy resemblance to that of Frieza, however his skin colour is that of a deep ocean blue and his armour has an equally blue crystal upon it’s forehead.
History:
Red everywhere, just so much red. Blizzar stared down at the once beautiful landscape of some human settlement that he did not bother to recall the name of, and all he saw was red. The irony of the local rebel fighting group bearing the symbol of a bloody hand did cross past the young arcrosian’s mind now and then, especially considering how in spite of their apparent cause of protecting the people from the tyranny of this man and that man, the aftermath of the battle was not discriminative, and the land was littered with the bodies of either side, all covered in red. Slowly he drifted towards the opening of the town center, feet dredging in the spilled life-water of those who had fought with honour and those who hadn’t, and yet the thoughts drifting through Blizzar’s mind was of his disdain for the colour red.
Upon receiving the money owed by the local mayor, he had no reason to stay and immediately took his leave, though had the sudden desire to take his time and reflect upon many life decisions. The arcosian was conflicted over many of his choices, even sometimes had pangs of regret when it came down to abandoning his family and their choice in pursuing a life of dominating others to their whim, but quickly pushed all thoughts of such away with the reassurance that he, Blizzar, was his own man and didn’t need validation from any sort of wish of world domination. Or, so he would try to convince himself since his childhood.
After a some moments spent escaping into his past, with a shake of the head he did return to the real world and made his way off-world, and slowly made his way home, or what Blizzar considered to be home. A run-down, hardly kept, crap-hole of a shack which barely kept its roof during most heavily weathered nights but the arcosian didn’t care, he was happy and content, or so he pushed himself to believe. Until of course, a strange thing happened across Blizzar and accidentally toppled the make-shift home, quickly the young acrosian lept up and prepared himself to fight that which quite literally bumped into the pathetic excuse of a building, and what was before him seemed to stun the man. A tall muscular man with sunken in cheeks and a pale while skin, horns protruded from his forehead and for a moment Blizzar was stunned, this being the first time he has ever came across a demon.
Quickly the other introduces themselves as Mammon, and while he did not speak much or at any length regarding who he is, the demon seemed to see a boon within the acrosian and swiftly offered him into work. Blizzar declined at first, however upon being informed of not only a place to stay but also a steady income, the offer was accepted with some hesitation and a contract was signed, placing Blizzar into Mammon’s service and for what it’s worth, is where the young acrosian’s story truly starts.
Starting Planet:
Planet Arcose.
Techniques:
Offensive
Ki Beam [N1]
Support
Afterimage [SU1]
Utility
Flight [UT]
Special
-
Items:
Blizzar holds nothing but the armour upon his back, and a kick in his step.
Blizzar
Alias:
Mercenary
Species:
Arcrosian
Gender:
Male
Age:
Twenty-seven
Appearance:
Blizzar stands at a simple five foot tall with a relatively large skull, with a long tail sweeping by his feet. In his suppressed form, there is a heavy resemblance to that of Frieza, however his skin colour is that of a deep ocean blue and his armour has an equally blue crystal upon it’s forehead.
History:
Red everywhere, just so much red. Blizzar stared down at the once beautiful landscape of some human settlement that he did not bother to recall the name of, and all he saw was red. The irony of the local rebel fighting group bearing the symbol of a bloody hand did cross past the young arcrosian’s mind now and then, especially considering how in spite of their apparent cause of protecting the people from the tyranny of this man and that man, the aftermath of the battle was not discriminative, and the land was littered with the bodies of either side, all covered in red. Slowly he drifted towards the opening of the town center, feet dredging in the spilled life-water of those who had fought with honour and those who hadn’t, and yet the thoughts drifting through Blizzar’s mind was of his disdain for the colour red.
Upon receiving the money owed by the local mayor, he had no reason to stay and immediately took his leave, though had the sudden desire to take his time and reflect upon many life decisions. The arcosian was conflicted over many of his choices, even sometimes had pangs of regret when it came down to abandoning his family and their choice in pursuing a life of dominating others to their whim, but quickly pushed all thoughts of such away with the reassurance that he, Blizzar, was his own man and didn’t need validation from any sort of wish of world domination. Or, so he would try to convince himself since his childhood.
After a some moments spent escaping into his past, with a shake of the head he did return to the real world and made his way off-world, and slowly made his way home, or what Blizzar considered to be home. A run-down, hardly kept, crap-hole of a shack which barely kept its roof during most heavily weathered nights but the arcosian didn’t care, he was happy and content, or so he pushed himself to believe. Until of course, a strange thing happened across Blizzar and accidentally toppled the make-shift home, quickly the young acrosian lept up and prepared himself to fight that which quite literally bumped into the pathetic excuse of a building, and what was before him seemed to stun the man. A tall muscular man with sunken in cheeks and a pale while skin, horns protruded from his forehead and for a moment Blizzar was stunned, this being the first time he has ever came across a demon.
Quickly the other introduces themselves as Mammon, and while he did not speak much or at any length regarding who he is, the demon seemed to see a boon within the acrosian and swiftly offered him into work. Blizzar declined at first, however upon being informed of not only a place to stay but also a steady income, the offer was accepted with some hesitation and a contract was signed, placing Blizzar into Mammon’s service and for what it’s worth, is where the young acrosian’s story truly starts.
Starting Planet:
Planet Arcose.
Techniques:
Offensive
Ki Beam [N1]
Support
Afterimage [SU1]
Utility
Flight [UT]
Special
-
Items:
Blizzar holds nothing but the armour upon his back, and a kick in his step.