Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 2:33:00 GMT
(not sure how this works on this site but here is a shot, also, I shall be taking a one month break for military training. Sorry.)
Name:
Partul
Alias: Master of the Mazoku
Species:
Namekian
Gender:
Male
Age:
34
Appearance:
Partul is large as far as namekians go. He stands at an impressive six foot eight inches. This is before any stretching or giant form. He is larger in general than most namekians as he stands at around 280 lbs of pure muscle. He is green, as all namekians are. He tends to wear clothes similar to those of the great warriors of legends. These clothes include a turban, cape, and a gi. The only difference between his clothes set and the warrior of great legends is the color scheme. His color scheme is black and dark red.
History:
Partul was born among the Mazoku Caste and was a rare talent among them. His father was only a lonely peon in the caste, however.
~25 years ago~
"Partul! You cannot do as you wish just because of your potential! You were not born from me, Belial, of the Demon Caste! You were born a lowly snail among us and you shall remain there!" He was being reprimanded for telling the son of Belial that he would one day rule the caste. Azmodan did not seem to enjoy that and he had gone running to his father.
"You will die someday, Old Man, and when you do no one will be left to stop me from inheriting the Demon Caste. In this world, power decides everything." Partul smiled as he turned away, his aura flaring as he did so. The flare of his aura was meant entirely as a taunt. Belial could not match him in power, and he knew it. It bothered him, and Partul knew it.
~10 year ago~
"Now that my Lord Father has perished, the Demon Caste is mine to rule." Azmodan said as he sat in his chair. Azmodan was an impressive warrior. He was number two in the entire Mazoku Caste. The elders in the room all bowed to him, as did the younger namekians. Only one warrior stood still.
"You dispute my claim, Partul son of Stultum?" Azmodan stood. His power caused the very air to change as he angered. The room seemed to thicken with the poisonous aura of the evil Namekian.
"I dispute nothing for you have no claim. The Lord of the Mazoku goes to the most powerful. It is mine, by rights." Partul smiled as he stood unaffected by the power of Azmodan. "And if you dispute my claim then we can settle our differences now, if you wish." Partul's voice rolled forth like smoke as he spoke the words. His words seemed to contain some sort of power that was beyond the normal. The power to inspire fear.
"I....no....my lord." Azmodan bowed down as he stepped out of the way of the seat of the Lord of Mazoku. Partul strolled to the seat and stared at Azmodan.
"Do you swear undying loyalty to me?" Partul asked calmly. His power was beyond Azmodan's but that did not mean the inferior namekian could pose no challenge.
"I...I do.." Azmodan muttered. It took not a second longer for him to look down. A large green hand had penetrated his chest. "Partul....what is this?" PArtul only smiled as his other hand grabbed Azmodan's stunned head. He gripped his back and twisted the hand on his head. He twisted and pulled. After the head was mounted on a spike in front of his chair, none dared challenge Partul, the Master of the Mazoku.
Starting Planet:Namek (doesn't seem playable? In that case then Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
Telekinesis
Hellzone Grenade
Support
MAgical Materialize
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Partul
Alias: Master of the Mazoku
Species:
Namekian
Gender:
Male
Age:
34
Appearance:
Partul is large as far as namekians go. He stands at an impressive six foot eight inches. This is before any stretching or giant form. He is larger in general than most namekians as he stands at around 280 lbs of pure muscle. He is green, as all namekians are. He tends to wear clothes similar to those of the great warriors of legends. These clothes include a turban, cape, and a gi. The only difference between his clothes set and the warrior of great legends is the color scheme. His color scheme is black and dark red.
History:
Partul was born among the Mazoku Caste and was a rare talent among them. His father was only a lonely peon in the caste, however.
~25 years ago~
"Partul! You cannot do as you wish just because of your potential! You were not born from me, Belial, of the Demon Caste! You were born a lowly snail among us and you shall remain there!" He was being reprimanded for telling the son of Belial that he would one day rule the caste. Azmodan did not seem to enjoy that and he had gone running to his father.
"You will die someday, Old Man, and when you do no one will be left to stop me from inheriting the Demon Caste. In this world, power decides everything." Partul smiled as he turned away, his aura flaring as he did so. The flare of his aura was meant entirely as a taunt. Belial could not match him in power, and he knew it. It bothered him, and Partul knew it.
~10 year ago~
"Now that my Lord Father has perished, the Demon Caste is mine to rule." Azmodan said as he sat in his chair. Azmodan was an impressive warrior. He was number two in the entire Mazoku Caste. The elders in the room all bowed to him, as did the younger namekians. Only one warrior stood still.
"You dispute my claim, Partul son of Stultum?" Azmodan stood. His power caused the very air to change as he angered. The room seemed to thicken with the poisonous aura of the evil Namekian.
"I dispute nothing for you have no claim. The Lord of the Mazoku goes to the most powerful. It is mine, by rights." Partul smiled as he stood unaffected by the power of Azmodan. "And if you dispute my claim then we can settle our differences now, if you wish." Partul's voice rolled forth like smoke as he spoke the words. His words seemed to contain some sort of power that was beyond the normal. The power to inspire fear.
"I....no....my lord." Azmodan bowed down as he stepped out of the way of the seat of the Lord of Mazoku. Partul strolled to the seat and stared at Azmodan.
"Do you swear undying loyalty to me?" Partul asked calmly. His power was beyond Azmodan's but that did not mean the inferior namekian could pose no challenge.
"I...I do.." Azmodan muttered. It took not a second longer for him to look down. A large green hand had penetrated his chest. "Partul....what is this?" PArtul only smiled as his other hand grabbed Azmodan's stunned head. He gripped his back and twisted the hand on his head. He twisted and pulled. After the head was mounted on a spike in front of his chair, none dared challenge Partul, the Master of the Mazoku.
Starting Planet:Namek (doesn't seem playable? In that case then Earth.
Techniques:
Offensive
Telekinesis
Hellzone Grenade
Support
MAgical Materialize
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod