Post by ten on May 16, 2014 16:16:07 GMT
:Name: Kenten [Ten]
:Species: Hybrid [Sayian/Human]
:Gender: Male
:Age: 15
:Aura color: Red
:Appearance:
[x][x]
[ Ten still retains his tail, though he keeps it hidden in his pants to avoid causing a stir ]
:Techniques:
[/i] )[/font]:Species: Hybrid [Sayian/Human]
:Gender: Male
:Age: 15
:Aura color: Red
:Appearance:
[x][x]
[ Ten still retains his tail, though he keeps it hidden in his pants to avoid causing a stir ]
:Techniques:
Blazebeam Cannon ( v2 )
( Kenten cups his hands together and forms a ball of crimson energy in front of him. The ball will then flash and explode forward into a wave of burning energy that incinerates everything in its path. Targets that withstand it are set on fire. )
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:Starting Planet: Earth
:History:
Ten’s father was a criminal, a notorious rogue sayian called “Kentachi” that was an embarrassment to the entire race after he shamelessly defected during a crucial military operation. He then fled the planet and worked as both a mercenary for anyone across the galaxy who’d have him. He sold his services to the highest bidder and ultimately ended up being branded as a traitor to the planet Vegeta. For years he’d evaded his pursuers, each time more narrow than the last, and after few close calls the man thought it best to go into hiding.
He’d faked his own death during an attack, eventually finding his way to Earth. A planet filled with aliens that looked just like him…it was better than he could’ve hoped for. Unfortunately assimilating was more challenging than he anticipated. Even though he told himself it was only until he could regroup, his sayian programming made him rebel against the monotony of human life. The waiting in lines, the weak citizens, the utter humdrum of waking up each and every day with nothing to do drove him insane.
Subtly was never his strong suit. The itch to fight overwhelmed him, he entered a tournament and accidentally killed the other challengers in a massive display. Next thing he knew he was a wanted man on Earth too. Over time he found himself in the company of a gang; it didn’t take much for him to become their leader. There he got involved with Kenten’s mother, a scrappy runaway named Kanami who could barely call herself a woman yet. Their relationship was purely physical. Both were stubborn, impulsive individuals who took their passions where they could find them. It seemed like only the birth of their son would calm them down.
When Ten was born Kanami wanted to settle, she was almost twenty and now a mother to boot. The girl realized it was time for her to grow up. She quit the gang, reconciled with her family, left Kenten with them and turned herself in to the police. For the first part of his life Ten saw little of his parents though he heard about them often, none of it was ever good. His grandparents called them thugs, brutes, boors, and everything else.
When his father came to take him for the first time, he was inclined to agree.
Every few days he put him through grueling training sessions. He taught him to how to fly, how to use ki, and made him stare into the full moon while he cackled with joy at the rampage that followed until the man was almost crushed to death on more than one occasion. Kentachi never talked about himself…or anything else really. The planet Vegeta, the sayian race, all of it was just a gaping sore in his pride that still hadn’t scabbed over. He couldn’t return home anyways so there was no point in telling him he was a sayian or trying to raise Ten as one.
Could a sayian with no pride even rightfully call themselves such?
So what if he told his son he carried the blood of a mighty warrior race? What if his son did venture to his old home-world only to learn how his own people regarded him as trash, even when they thought him dead? He’d rather kill himself now. Still, that didn’t stop him from training Ten. That power was the only part of his heritage he’d pass on. For the first time since he went into hiding he’d finally had someone that didn’t die when he blasted them. Kentachi was happier than he’d been in a very long time.
It seemed that punching at eachother all night was the only thing he could do that’d earn one of his dad’s rare smiles, he’d even start laughing if he managed to draw blood. Indeed, to Ten he was a very odd and violent man who ate enough to feed a small town. The boy always hated these sessions and over time came to agree with his grandparents. His mother was in jail, his father a psychopath with a tail, if it weren’t for their careful hands he’d have likely ended up a thug as well.
When the other children teased him about his tail and instead turning them to ash he’d start crying and tucking it into his pants, his grandparents realized there was hope for him to be normal yet. They kept him in school, let him visit his mother on weekends, and only let him go with his father with severe reluctance. Their prayers were answered when Kanami was released on parole when he was nine. She was a new person now and wanted Kentachi gone from her life for good. They got into a heated argument that almost turned into a fight. Instead he decimated a in a rage, stole a spaceship, blasted into the sky, and never came back.
Kanami told her son that he died. She didn’t want him chasing after him all across the galaxy. Ten was not going to be an alien, an ape, a wanted murderer, or whatever else her teenage fling was. As far as she was concerned, keeping Ten ignorant was the one and only thing he’d done right.
Now that she was free she wasted no time in finding a proper man to spend her life with. He soon had a stepfather and a half-brother only a year older than himself. He was moved out of his grandparents house so they could all be a family again in the city. Two years passed and he found himself adjusted. He’d grieved his father’s “loss” adequately, put those training sessions behind him, and as long as he kept his head down on moonlit nights his life rapidly became “ordinary.”
His family couldn’t be more pleased with themselves.
Items: 500 Zenni | One Use Pod[/div]