Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 4:50:42 GMT
Name: Drake Heln
Alias: Optional, nickname/codename/title/identity
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Drake is a thin and nimble human. He is relatively pale and shorter than most. He has short fake brown hair and ice blue eyes. His right arm was torn off and is now a stump, while his left leg is seriously injured and can't be used. He wears a version of a scouter called a 'scanner' that has a radar map of the area showing where different power level sources are and what their power level is round to a ten thousand. He can specific specific sources to see more details such as ther true power level not rounded.
History: Drake Heln had been born into the Heln family, with Reg Heln as a dad and Anen Heln as a mom. Reg didn't last long however, and had soon left the pathetic woman. Anen could. It keep a job afterwards, being extremely poor and unqualified. She desperately tried any means to get chad, including lending her body to payers. Drake was almost always alone during his baby years, and lucky to survive. Many a time when there was something any other bay would have needed an adult there, but Drake survived. By the time he was 6, he had started heavy labor. His mom's affections had worn thin and she held no limits to what he would be forced to do- if she was paid for it. Because of this Drake had the potential for fighting. His constant work over the years led to a strong body of muscles, yet lacking in necessary vitamins. He starved many nights and had the odd appearance of a muscular kid who was all skin and bones. Soon he had begun work not just requiring strength, but also from deadly heights. He would go as far as running, jumping, and swinging in order to get the job done faster with the help of his muscular build(as muscular as a starved kid could get anyways). While he had been without a male influence for most of his life, a burly drunk begun coming home with his mom. Drake lost many paychecks when he was unable to work due to being beaten severely by this man whose name he did not even know. He was forced to adapt, and came home as stealthily as he could making no noise. All this led to how he would finally make end's meet- an assassin's apprentice. Hit men and assassins were surprisingly common in the region, being viable options for the upper class to deal with their problems.
One particular assassin has been in his hometown, when he noticed a nimble boy making his way through with only rags for a shirt. Through the torn shreds he saw thin muscles stuck on to twig like limbs. Something about him interested the man, and he took to the shadows and followed him. Eventually Drake acted suspicious, and abruptly crossed into an alley. Upon the assasin's arrival, Drake lept at him and attacked his pursuer. While his skills were great for one inexperienced, the Assassin almost instantly contained him. Instead of killing him as Drake feared, the Assassin took him to his den. During the week that he kept him prisoner, Drake was forced through a series of tests. After this was over, he woke up the next day outside of his own house. Rushing inside, he found his mom not even noticing his absence. To Drake, this was simply a bizarre experience but it would form his life. A month later a mysterious man approached his mom and had a hushed argument. Soon she came back and told him how he would have a new job- an apprentice to this 'lovely' man. From that day on he started training. The man began with simple training- lifting weights, running, everything. Along with proper food, his twig limbs began to grow, as his body became small but strong. He was nimble and quick as well. After this, the man added stealth exercises as well. Unlike his mom, he had no idea what this stranger wanted from him. However, he stuck to it and adapted, soon going silently in the shadows. Then his intentions were revealed. 'Master,' as he commanded him to call him, was an Assassin. None stood a chance when he sought to kill him, and people paid well for the job. Combat was necessary, but not their main point. He had to be fit, but be able to hide and sneak. He already knew this and was fit. Now for combat. He started a rigorous endeavor of a crash course in unarmed combat, being able to barely hold up against the Assassin by the end. Soon they began practicing with daggers, knifes, and other short blades. It swapped with unarmed again, then went back and forth in a roulette of different fighting styles with the continual basic fitness. After a great amount of time, he now learned more of assassination. Throwing knives, poison, hiding in a crowd, identifying, all of it. Soon he was as good as he could be for now. Going back to combat, something changed though.
Drake held his head in his hands, sweat pouring down his face and forming a small puddle in the palm of his hand before dripping down on a mattress. He didn't understand it. His form was flawless, he had been so much better. Master even thought it was inevitable for his combat skills to grow greater than his mentor. But now- now he was out of control. He would be performing excellent, then something happened. He'd move quicker than he thought, harder, out of control and off balance. Occasionally it felt like there was minuscule explosions on impact. He held his hands out now, palm open and up, staring at them. Was something happening to him? He stared willing for his answer to just pop into his head. Suddenly there was a crash as he launched himself back off the mattress and crashed headfirst into the floor. There had been a flicker of blue light- he knew it yet it made no sense. His stupid life, stupid life, he thing to himself. He actually sometimes missed his mom- this surprised him- and his poor lifestyle. Now it was a training hell, full of exercise and practicing to kill. So many days he had dreamed of killing Master and going free.
His sores tore open on the bed and his body heaved. When had Master gotten so cruel- sharp spikes of pain tore through his thoughts. With his mind blurred, he got up and fell. His hand reached up finding his table, and pulled himself up. Underneath his hand was the blade. In his blurry vision his hand collapsed around it and lifted up. He made a decision. Suddenly energy went through his body and his vision sharpened. He slowly walked out of the room, avoiding groans in the wood. His feet almost floated across the floor going towards another room. Another moment and he was there, behind Master. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath- big mistake. The chair spun around and the mentor flew at him. He fell backwards kicking outwards and knocked he man back. Scrambling up, he readied the blade but his trainer recovered quick. His feet were a blur flying at him, forming bruises on every impact knocking him back. Another burst of energy and his hands were moving rapidly, blocking move after move. A grin rose across his face as he went crazy on the man, feet and hands flying. But he was out of control. He felt a sharp pain as one of the many openings in his flawed furry was hit, and the knife flew out of his hand. His eyes went wide as the man he hated so much- and feared- came in with a knife. Then he felt it. A build up in his hands, and they burst. A tiny ball of energy flicked out and went through his eye. Before he had hit the ground Drake was on his dropped blade and landed aside the almost dead man. Blood dripped down as he repeatedly slashed the neck.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Ballistic Blade: Drake quickly throws a dagger made of energy at the opponent. 3
Support
[SU]Flight: allows Drake to fly.
[SU]Ki Suppression
Special
Items: 1000 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: Optional, nickname/codename/title/identity
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Drake is a thin and nimble human. He is relatively pale and shorter than most. He has short fake brown hair and ice blue eyes. His right arm was torn off and is now a stump, while his left leg is seriously injured and can't be used. He wears a version of a scouter called a 'scanner' that has a radar map of the area showing where different power level sources are and what their power level is round to a ten thousand. He can specific specific sources to see more details such as ther true power level not rounded.
History: Drake Heln had been born into the Heln family, with Reg Heln as a dad and Anen Heln as a mom. Reg didn't last long however, and had soon left the pathetic woman. Anen could. It keep a job afterwards, being extremely poor and unqualified. She desperately tried any means to get chad, including lending her body to payers. Drake was almost always alone during his baby years, and lucky to survive. Many a time when there was something any other bay would have needed an adult there, but Drake survived. By the time he was 6, he had started heavy labor. His mom's affections had worn thin and she held no limits to what he would be forced to do- if she was paid for it. Because of this Drake had the potential for fighting. His constant work over the years led to a strong body of muscles, yet lacking in necessary vitamins. He starved many nights and had the odd appearance of a muscular kid who was all skin and bones. Soon he had begun work not just requiring strength, but also from deadly heights. He would go as far as running, jumping, and swinging in order to get the job done faster with the help of his muscular build(as muscular as a starved kid could get anyways). While he had been without a male influence for most of his life, a burly drunk begun coming home with his mom. Drake lost many paychecks when he was unable to work due to being beaten severely by this man whose name he did not even know. He was forced to adapt, and came home as stealthily as he could making no noise. All this led to how he would finally make end's meet- an assassin's apprentice. Hit men and assassins were surprisingly common in the region, being viable options for the upper class to deal with their problems.
One particular assassin has been in his hometown, when he noticed a nimble boy making his way through with only rags for a shirt. Through the torn shreds he saw thin muscles stuck on to twig like limbs. Something about him interested the man, and he took to the shadows and followed him. Eventually Drake acted suspicious, and abruptly crossed into an alley. Upon the assasin's arrival, Drake lept at him and attacked his pursuer. While his skills were great for one inexperienced, the Assassin almost instantly contained him. Instead of killing him as Drake feared, the Assassin took him to his den. During the week that he kept him prisoner, Drake was forced through a series of tests. After this was over, he woke up the next day outside of his own house. Rushing inside, he found his mom not even noticing his absence. To Drake, this was simply a bizarre experience but it would form his life. A month later a mysterious man approached his mom and had a hushed argument. Soon she came back and told him how he would have a new job- an apprentice to this 'lovely' man. From that day on he started training. The man began with simple training- lifting weights, running, everything. Along with proper food, his twig limbs began to grow, as his body became small but strong. He was nimble and quick as well. After this, the man added stealth exercises as well. Unlike his mom, he had no idea what this stranger wanted from him. However, he stuck to it and adapted, soon going silently in the shadows. Then his intentions were revealed. 'Master,' as he commanded him to call him, was an Assassin. None stood a chance when he sought to kill him, and people paid well for the job. Combat was necessary, but not their main point. He had to be fit, but be able to hide and sneak. He already knew this and was fit. Now for combat. He started a rigorous endeavor of a crash course in unarmed combat, being able to barely hold up against the Assassin by the end. Soon they began practicing with daggers, knifes, and other short blades. It swapped with unarmed again, then went back and forth in a roulette of different fighting styles with the continual basic fitness. After a great amount of time, he now learned more of assassination. Throwing knives, poison, hiding in a crowd, identifying, all of it. Soon he was as good as he could be for now. Going back to combat, something changed though.
Drake held his head in his hands, sweat pouring down his face and forming a small puddle in the palm of his hand before dripping down on a mattress. He didn't understand it. His form was flawless, he had been so much better. Master even thought it was inevitable for his combat skills to grow greater than his mentor. But now- now he was out of control. He would be performing excellent, then something happened. He'd move quicker than he thought, harder, out of control and off balance. Occasionally it felt like there was minuscule explosions on impact. He held his hands out now, palm open and up, staring at them. Was something happening to him? He stared willing for his answer to just pop into his head. Suddenly there was a crash as he launched himself back off the mattress and crashed headfirst into the floor. There had been a flicker of blue light- he knew it yet it made no sense. His stupid life, stupid life, he thing to himself. He actually sometimes missed his mom- this surprised him- and his poor lifestyle. Now it was a training hell, full of exercise and practicing to kill. So many days he had dreamed of killing Master and going free.
His sores tore open on the bed and his body heaved. When had Master gotten so cruel- sharp spikes of pain tore through his thoughts. With his mind blurred, he got up and fell. His hand reached up finding his table, and pulled himself up. Underneath his hand was the blade. In his blurry vision his hand collapsed around it and lifted up. He made a decision. Suddenly energy went through his body and his vision sharpened. He slowly walked out of the room, avoiding groans in the wood. His feet almost floated across the floor going towards another room. Another moment and he was there, behind Master. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath- big mistake. The chair spun around and the mentor flew at him. He fell backwards kicking outwards and knocked he man back. Scrambling up, he readied the blade but his trainer recovered quick. His feet were a blur flying at him, forming bruises on every impact knocking him back. Another burst of energy and his hands were moving rapidly, blocking move after move. A grin rose across his face as he went crazy on the man, feet and hands flying. But he was out of control. He felt a sharp pain as one of the many openings in his flawed furry was hit, and the knife flew out of his hand. His eyes went wide as the man he hated so much- and feared- came in with a knife. Then he felt it. A build up in his hands, and they burst. A tiny ball of energy flicked out and went through his eye. Before he had hit the ground Drake was on his dropped blade and landed aside the almost dead man. Blood dripped down as he repeatedly slashed the neck.
Starting Planet: Earth
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1]Ballistic Blade: Drake quickly throws a dagger made of energy at the opponent. 3
Support
[SU]Flight: allows Drake to fly.
[SU]Ki Suppression
Special
Items: 1000 Zenni
One-Use Pod