Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
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Post by Naroka on Dec 11, 2014 21:27:21 GMT
[ AFTER ALL CURRENT THREADS][Beginning in Ship] There he sat. After all was done and well, he simply contemplated. 'Baby-sitting' the far more powerful Kagami, fighting the hero named Toma, meeting his spiritual brother Scargot and encountering the two Saiyans Amrenth and Athren had begun giving the green man ideas. Some of these fighters far more powerful than himself and some below, some exactly on his level. It had given him time, after his fights to recover and recollect his strength to begin thinking his path. His ship was such a pleasant place to concentrate. With the permission to land it on the lookout, Naroka had begun spending time on the setting and inside of the object a lot more. His body levitating and his figure tensed up, refusing to budge since he began meditation sessions. This was of them. Where he had thought of what he could have been doing wrong, right, heroic and selfish. His mind in all of the corners they could possibly reach. His head literally a mind space, as it was a deathly black. Individual thoughts scattered and gleaming like stars. Hell, his brain was formulated into a center planet when looked into his psyche. It was actually inside of his head that he competed in spiritual fights with himself and even Girat, himself. His battles always long and envisioning his father in power levels bigger than his own and even when fighting his own selfish thought, they too were triple and even quadruple his own strength. Yet, he nearly always managed to pull through and succeed and fight off his devilish thoughts. Refusing to ever give in and accept what the corruption Earth sometimes leaked into his internal soul. Instead, always sucker punching it directly in the trachea when nearly accepting it. He never understood why he had these type of internal battles and visions. Instead, he simply duked out it out with his wants and selfish obsessions instead of questioning his false-father. He did, however, hesitate to battle with his sickly and devilish looking caretaker at times. Often losing in the struggle he had to deal with inside of his soul. This had upset him sometimes, yet he spurred on. Refusing to halt and waste bodily fluids by crying. Constantly fighting. Showing the warrior style he had. Never really giving himself up for really much. Even when the accompanying Scargot had knocked on his ship to make sure his brother was alive and well, not dead, he only replied by ushering a last and loud bellow of energy and voice to assure he was alive. Constantly working to increase his power level and bodily capabilities. Constantly trying to further his own limitations, mind or body. Spirit and Soul. And he displayed that. During his training sessions and power depressions, he continued and refused to end there. Never resting until he was ultimately drained of all his will power. Losing simply wasn't something the Namekian could really allow to happen. Nothing. Literally nothing, could stop the Warrior caste from fulfilling his goal of becoming the Earth's most powerful Namekian. Perhaps, the only thing that could have possibly ended the Namekian's reach for glory would be the sweet, soft kiss of death. However, Namekians did not kiss. It was something rather unnecessary and accomplished nothing. Therefore, Death would simply get a couple of nails and knuckles in it's face for trying Naroka's existence. Not even death could stop the Namekian's path to victory and achievable height. And, it appeared as though it was one of Naroka's training sessions then. The Namekian's form in a shape of a statue, his legs crossed and fingers aligning. Antenna drooping down and his eyes shut tight. Mouth curved into a frown and his thick eyebrows arched into an highly angered position despite not having the emotion equipped onto him. Simply having the appearance wavered off many. Had someone disturbed him, he'd be having the emotion, though.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 13, 2014 18:16:34 GMT
It seemed this was of those times. The Namekian was in a serious state of thought and battling out his internal wants and crude obsessions. His fingertips pressing against the others and his eyes shut. His body coated in the traditional Namekian's wear: White collar, white trousers and blur waist. His shoes deep brown and his body tightened into a statue like form. Refusing to budge. His face nuzzled into the thick collar around his neck and masquerading his mouth under. His ship helping him enter his internal state. The light dimmed and darkened. The lights themselves all having different colors. Some yellow, some blue. Some red and some violet. Everything pure black and the cosmic lighting all to stock on top of one another to aid the Namek in his pursuit for purity and enlightenment. The Namek himself gazing into the darkness. The outside world asleep. The skies pitch black and the Lookout asleep and the inhabitants all sound asleep. Leaving Naroka to focus. His eyes narrowed, displaying an extreme level of focus. Focusing and connecting himself into his powerful psyche. The journey inside taking place flashing before his eyes quickly. The black abyss before him and lighting shifting into ultimate white and transcending into a mind space like setting. Black, white glimmering thoughts like stars and planets surrounding the platform he stood on. Large, troubling thoughts surrounding the circular disk he stood on. Each stress induced planet in several colors and formations. Some planets in a shuriken like forms, spheres and spiraling formations of mist and haze. With but the pure form, thought misty and ghostly, of Naroka standing by himself. His ghostly image standing tall. His green skin darkened and the white of his Namekian gear casting his shadow to seem ghostly. His face reminiscent of Warriors before him. The yellow often on his face replaced by the common Namek's and somewhat another few. The Namekian's form being tall and slender. Arms crossed, face solemn as he stood still. Simply floating. Watching the course of his mind flow and move around him at a truly slow pace. All seemed well. Until, a sudden and sharp pain. Naroka arching forward, clenching tightly onto his chest. His eyes being shut tight and teeth gritted and grinded vigorously. His misty body having two clouds form above his back. Clouds swishing and clawing. A claw bursting out of the cloud, green arm accompanying it. This had gone for both, the two floating across and flying a hard few yards away from the creating Namekian. Both clouds exploding in a rainbow of collective colors into two separate Nameks. One having a yellow garb on and the other a navy blue vest, the rest similar to Naroka's. His body stinging and bumping some. Muscle hurting from nothing. His strength divided into three. Leaving him in an incredibly weakened state of strength. Managing, Naroka managed to glare up to his copies, a mysterious third one hiding in the darkness behind them. Naroka - 3,444 Mystery - 3,444 Mystery - 3,444
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 13, 2014 19:36:26 GMT
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Girat The Guide
TAG | OUTFIT Warrior Caste Uniform | POWER LEVEL 18,986 | NOTES Fatherly NPC |
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here he stood. Arms crossed, long white cape flowing behind him. A smug and cocky expression crossing over his face. The father figure mutated into some cocky douche who laughed at his offspring's hurt and weakened state of body. Hiding, behind the two clones before him. The golden clad one burly and large,transformed from Naroka's mind while the one wearing the navy vest was nearly identical in size and appearance yet lacked the facial pattern he had on. These two 'bodyguards' protecting their technical father and showing little to no sign of weakening as it was their host whom was the one who suffered the tremendously loss in power. The older Namekian glaring darkly at his son and urging him, though silent, to stand and oppose his cocky manner. Hard to see, yet the connecting forged made Naroka glare right back at his father wth the burning intensity of one thousand fathers and sons who trained side by side for their entire lives, never leaving one anothers side until the time of departure fell upon the son. “Well?! What in the name of Porunga are you waiting on, maggot!? Stand! Oppose me!”The burning emotion in Girat's eye translating through the silence. Yet the smug look of his two fake children simply displayed the arrogance and impurity of the original Naroka. The Father Namekian intaking a large breath of air, despite the space of mind being all around him. Keeping it in, Girat flashed his boy a smirk. Sharp, fangs bared and the white glimmering brightly. He knew, that Naroka despised and absolutely had a deep hatred of arrogance that his enemies displayed in battle. He began speaking to the fake children of him. The false Namekian's ears perking and listening to their 'Father'. “Listen and listen well. Push that slug to his absolute limit. Make him want to go all out and destruct anything in his path. Force his evil to show. Kogata ro sa shikohama!”Girat grumbled, threatening his false children with the idea of death. His crossed arms refusing to move and his legs much too strong to really move. Nothing could break his stance and he was to have his mind kids fight for him. His two fake kids; Müri and Omapaci, both stepped forward. Patting their palms with balled fists. Collecting Ki simultaneously. Their vile aura bursting and sparking up around their bodies. Away from their father, whom had conjured up a shield via Evil Barrier. Coating himself in a protective shield. Omapaci and Müri uttering a blood curdling shout as their powers had peaked at their absolute maximum. A couple of hundreds more powerful than the weakened Naroka on the apparent ground. Omapaci, the one in gold, had bursted forward. Ushering a powerful punt aimed for Naroka's chin and hoped to kick him onto his feet. Being as his orders were to force the evil to show and not kill him. Perhaps Girat wanted the honor of doing something like that. Müri had rushes forward right after. Darting for behind his creator and stopping right as Omapaci punted the Namekian into the air onto his feet. Comboing up with a sharp elbow aimed for the back of his 'brothers' neck to stabilize him and allow further attacking prowess to take place. Successful, Omapaci and Müri began an onslaught of painful strikes. Forcing Naroka to groan and exert sounds of compressed pain. The two clones would end their onslaught of attacks with a dual kick for the Namekian's back and then back flip away, using both of their right hands to issue a golden blast of Ki. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY*Kogata ro sa shikohama - Do it or die*
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
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Post by Naroka on Dec 14, 2014 14:16:35 GMT
Naroka had still struggled to get up. Watching his father laugh and taunt him through the silence and darkness. Watching him with dark and angered eyes. Thinking of what to do and how to retort; where to run and how to avoid duking it out with his father and his clones. It seemed as though there was no way out. Behind him was an endless void and before him was three Namek's guarding the way. He had to get up and absorb his afterimages before knocking out his father. He wanted to stand, but he simply couldn't bring himself to do so. It felt as though something was actually weighing hid body down.
Oh, but he got up. Forcefully. While he was on his knee, his other brought up and his right arm resting along it with his left fist crushing the nothing below him, he shut his eyes for a moment due to the seething agony, he couldn't watch a thing and was blinded. The most being a slight warning from his antenna. It was to late, regardless, as the Psyche-Warrior Namekian had already shoved his shoe into Naroka's chin. Pushing him up from the collective force all together. Leaving him limp and simply being shoved like a rag doll tossed and toyed with by a child.
It didn't end, apparently. As Müri had come too long after. Launching his elbow into the back of the original's neck and stopping his movement all together. He and Omapaci ganging up to usher out a terrifying onslaught of attacks. The abuse almost too much for the dream-Namek, trying his strength and durability greatly. Although, he persevere regardless, he still was in more agony. Double what was before. The near twin Namek's rushing their creator down and hitting many of his vital points a number of times. Fists smashing against jaws and throats, legs rocketing into ribs and shins.
It felt like total torture, surely. Ukare still unable to really retort and destroy the two Namekians assailing him. He felt as though they ended their attack sooner than expected, though. Not really believing them intelligent enough to actually combine their collective Ki and release a Full Power Energy Wave. The golden beam striking all of Ukare at once, the Namek uttering out a cry of pain and just that. Unable to speak as his muscles lock up and keep him from moving away. Naroka felt as though a surge of luck had washed over him as the blast subsided, allowing him to drop back onto his knees and look down. Huffing, puffing and coughing up purple ooze.
The blood of his people. Dribbling down the side of his mouth. His face, forehead, head and his entire body bruised and scuffed up from the attack. He forced himself up, arched forward and holding his arm, albeit, but still up. He brought his right limb back, as if he was winding it up like a toy. Throwing it out and away from him, the arm stretching out incredibly to bring in Müri. The original Namekian launching a rush combo: Beginning with a series of roundhouses and kicks, flipping forward to issue a spinning bicycle kick and all. He didn't stop, though, and snapped to his false brother's side to issue another combo of straight punches and then an upper cut into the space above, Ukare snapping up to greet him there as well.
He darted above a little, ensuing a series of sharp kicks to the twin's neck before descending down and rocketing his fist into the other Namekian's stomach. Fist going through him and purple blood dripping off the fatigued creator. Both huffing darkly before Naroka reeled in his hand and grabbed onto Müri's shoulder. Shouting at the clone as the other shout at him. The fake exploding into a pure white boom and was absorbed back into the original. Naroka had felt somewhat revitalized, his strength returning to him ever so slowly. Come he absorb Omapaci, he'd be back one hundred percent!
Naroka - 6,888 Omapaci - 3,444
Müri - Absorbed
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
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Post by Naroka on Dec 18, 2014 0:58:49 GMT
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Girat The Guide
TAG | OUTFIT Warrior Caste Uniform | POWER LEVEL 18,986 | NOTES Fatherly NPC |
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Impossible! He killed- absorbed one of his false children! Girat grunted, glaring darkly at his original child. His fist clenched and eyes dark. He was beginning to become irritated with the competence shown by his children. The Namekian huffing and pointing, signaling for Omapaci to kill the real child. His child rushing forward and beginning an onslaught of straights and jabs. His speed proving a match for the enemy Naroka, but just a bit under due to the other figment being absorbed into the original body. Omapaci would grunt as he unleashed a flurry of deadly jabs and hooks, aiming for the enemies soft.and weaker points. Choosing not to put any form of hesitation nor mercy into any strike. He was to force put the worst of Naroka and protect the father behind him! ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
Posts: 220
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Post by Naroka on Dec 19, 2014 21:13:11 GMT
There was little to no time to be wasted. The incoming Namekian had barked out the orders and rushed down to initialize the flurry of attacks. Nothing to be taken lightly, but Ukare had a slight pride in his every punch that could carry on through even the worst of stormy clouds and squalls. His teeth being gritted tight and grinded toughly. His body lurched back with a serious haste, the enemy Omapaci delivering a single straight and the OG Namek avoiding the blow quickly.
Ukare had dodged with a quick succession. His claws latching onto the opponent's forearm after avoiding each and every single one of the incoming strikes. He used a certain style of judo to flip over Omapaci before kneeling down and shoving his hand onto his face. A golden aura permeating the palm and releasing a heated and heavy blast that would incapacitate the false Namekian. Then, Naroka had ceased the fire and allowed the familiar white aura to burst and flash around the two figures. Smoke rising off of his muscles as the aura ceased.
Naroka - 10,334
Omapaci - 00,000 Müri - 00,000
He didn't end his assault though. Quickly, he darted back to his feet to attend Girat. His pupils locking with the other Namek's. In a flash of white, the two were at each others necks. Naroka grasping tightly, literally. He was planning on choking out the false figment and ending the battle- until, the enemy did something most unexpected. His eyes had shook quickly, a slight fear overtaking the original Namek. Ge had never seen his father, even while in dream time, angered. The fake Girat's muscles expanding greatly and size increasing so much, Ukare's hand didn't even wrap around the enlarged Namekian.
He was forced to dart back. Assessing the situation as best as he could. He had to use his own power up. To which, he began syncing up his thoughts, causing the planets around the mind-space to shift into various memories. All of them replaying his father's true mature; Soft, gentle and rough when teaching his son right to wrong. He triggered it! Naroka's own body mass increased. Strength doubling, quadrupling even. His body reaching the height of 17", whereas Girat was but 15". He glared at the false man.
Grabbing him by the antennae and roaring aloud. Thrashing the false enemy rapidly, not giving a chance to retort at all. Each memory cheering him on as he beat the fake Girat to nothing. His grasp released as he sent the father spiraling up, closely following up to deliver pinches to his jaw, stomach and ultimately crush the figments rip cage and puncture his heart with ease. His grasp returning down to his neck as he descend, the opponent in hand, back to the materialized floor, smashing him brutally.
Golden aura returning as the opponent was obliterated on the very spot. Naroka returning in size, huffing and panting heavily as he drop to a knee. A hard pain going through his head as he widen his eyes to their maximum. In a flash, like before, he was back.
Inside of his ship, still in a meditation pose. His breaths still rugged and heavy. His gasps and the like slowly returning to normal. Had he really learned something from this Psyche Brawl?
Perhaps.
Perhaps.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 20:57:51 GMT
4,960 pl Awarded.
I will say it was quiet enjoyable honestly. I do wish to state though, that I believe Bao put a limit on posting 3 times within a solo training thread, or might of just been BP.
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Naroka
Rising Soul
Official Warrior Caste Master; PL: 55,459; Guardian Namek(x7): 388,213; Items:One-Use SpacePod, Heavy Weights 13864.25 | 97053.25, Level 1 Ship with Level 1 Gravity chamber; Zeni: 386
Tag: @manwithantenna
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Post by Naroka on Dec 23, 2014 22:13:59 GMT
Noted.
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Nai-Ran
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Post by Nai-Ran on Dec 24, 2014 1:25:51 GMT
Gains have been added! :3
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