Post by Slaiyan on May 21, 2016 9:59:59 GMT
Name:
Garlik
Alias:
Young Fury
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
Nine
Appearance:
Garlik Possesses the natural and historical image specified to those lucky enough of Saiyan descent. His hair stands up without needing to be tempered with much like the factor of a Super Saiyan though the colour remains black, Garlik is seen to have a small and ripped build at the age of 9, and is measured to stand at three foot nine in height. Garlik’s weight is approximately 50 lbs. His skin tone is on the border between dusky pink and tanned. The only attires that are seen to be worn by Garlik are those used for battle as no other suit is desirable for this Saiyan warrior.
History:
Garlik was born on Planet Vegeta with a substantial power level. His parents saw what kind of child they had brought into this world and had decided to train him to become a monster on the battle field. Every hour of the day Garlik would train until he could no longer stand. Garlik would be covered in his own blood and sweat trying to make his father proud. Garlik would not stop there as he would know that it wasn’t enough to make his father proud.
Garlik bowed over to his father who was standing there observing his training, trying to see if there was the pride of a true Saiyan warrior. Garlik tittered with certain cockiness about him.
“Is this adequate enough for you father? Has my training quenched your thirst for a true Saiyan?”
Garlik’s father gawked down into the eyes of Garlik as if he was gazing right into his soul. Garlik’s father just exhaled as he oscillated his palm into the head of Garlik with a robust might. The Power was strong enough to travel Garlik across the air.
“You’ll never be a True Saiyan, to think I was going to give you the title I once carried as the Saiyans Young Furry!”
Garlik fell onto the gravel trembling in fear of his father; his face was submerged in the dirt. Garlik’s father had had enough of his insolence and left his son with a relentless pool of blood moulded around his body. Garlik could hear a ringing in his mind of his father’s words that kept on spiralling in his mind.
“You’ll never be a True Saiyan; you’ll never be the Young Furry I hoped for.”
Garlik grasped onto the cobbled ground slowly twitching his arms trying to stop them from jittering. Garlik bit down on his lips and graduallyto recover from the blow his father had given him. Everything was silent for a few moments as Garlik was breathing profoundly. Though once Garlik was ready he screamed like the proud Saiyan he was.
“I WILL BE A TRUE SAIYAN! I WILL BE THE YOUNG FURRY AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Garlik then had an image in his mind of his father beating him and would use that image to make sure he doesn’t let it occur again. This would be a promise he would keep even till present day.
Garlik was on his way to see his mother after his immense training. On his travel home Garlik found himself surrounded by a few other young Saiyans he had encountered once before and reminisced a conflict that escalated with all of them.
Garlik twitched a little knowing he had never taken on more than two people at once before. Garlik arched over at all three of them not sure what he was going to do.
“What…What is it you three want from me? I am relatively busy right now and have greater things to deal with.”
They all looked at one another and laughing irrepressibly. Once the laughing stopped the leader of the group then seized a step closer to Garlik raising an eyebrow at the remark Garlik had just said.
“Well, well, well Garlik what do you take us for? Fools! You’re just like your father. Telling our fathers he is better than them, I guess it would be dishonour if your father found his son lying in a ditch covered in blood wouldn’t he boys?”
The lackeys of the Saiyan just snickered behind him not saying anything significant.
“If it’s a fight you want you better be prepared to perish, my Saiyan pride is stronger than all of you three combined!”
After a prolonged fight mist of dust covered the air and only one shadowy figure could be seen standing up. The three Saiyans that challenged Garlik would be lying on the floor though they wouldn’t be dead, they would still be alive breathing slowly. Garlik would cough as some blood would egress out of his mouth. Garlik would quiver to the floor barley kneeling. In the remoteness a hooded figure would be resting on a tree. Garlik looked up and in disbelief saw the face of who it was.
“…You’ve finally come back, is…is it really you!”
The Hooded figure slowly walked over to where Garlik would be kneeling on the floor.
“You’ve finally earnt yourself the title. You may now be known as the Saiyans Young Fury.”
Garlik slowly looked up into the eyes of his father once he had heard the words his father had just said. Garlik eventually brought himself to speak.
“Thank you father, I’ll never let you down again.”
Garlik’s father nodded with pride in his son, and walked off into the misty distance to never see his son again and has remained unseen since present day.
Planet:
Garlik
Alias:
Young Fury
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
Nine
Appearance:
Garlik Possesses the natural and historical image specified to those lucky enough of Saiyan descent. His hair stands up without needing to be tempered with much like the factor of a Super Saiyan though the colour remains black, Garlik is seen to have a small and ripped build at the age of 9, and is measured to stand at three foot nine in height. Garlik’s weight is approximately 50 lbs. His skin tone is on the border between dusky pink and tanned. The only attires that are seen to be worn by Garlik are those used for battle as no other suit is desirable for this Saiyan warrior.
History:
Garlik was born on Planet Vegeta with a substantial power level. His parents saw what kind of child they had brought into this world and had decided to train him to become a monster on the battle field. Every hour of the day Garlik would train until he could no longer stand. Garlik would be covered in his own blood and sweat trying to make his father proud. Garlik would not stop there as he would know that it wasn’t enough to make his father proud.
Garlik bowed over to his father who was standing there observing his training, trying to see if there was the pride of a true Saiyan warrior. Garlik tittered with certain cockiness about him.
“Is this adequate enough for you father? Has my training quenched your thirst for a true Saiyan?”
Garlik’s father gawked down into the eyes of Garlik as if he was gazing right into his soul. Garlik’s father just exhaled as he oscillated his palm into the head of Garlik with a robust might. The Power was strong enough to travel Garlik across the air.
“You’ll never be a True Saiyan, to think I was going to give you the title I once carried as the Saiyans Young Furry!”
Garlik fell onto the gravel trembling in fear of his father; his face was submerged in the dirt. Garlik’s father had had enough of his insolence and left his son with a relentless pool of blood moulded around his body. Garlik could hear a ringing in his mind of his father’s words that kept on spiralling in his mind.
“You’ll never be a True Saiyan; you’ll never be the Young Furry I hoped for.”
Garlik grasped onto the cobbled ground slowly twitching his arms trying to stop them from jittering. Garlik bit down on his lips and graduallyto recover from the blow his father had given him. Everything was silent for a few moments as Garlik was breathing profoundly. Though once Garlik was ready he screamed like the proud Saiyan he was.
“I WILL BE A TRUE SAIYAN! I WILL BE THE YOUNG FURRY AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Garlik then had an image in his mind of his father beating him and would use that image to make sure he doesn’t let it occur again. This would be a promise he would keep even till present day.
Garlik was on his way to see his mother after his immense training. On his travel home Garlik found himself surrounded by a few other young Saiyans he had encountered once before and reminisced a conflict that escalated with all of them.
Garlik twitched a little knowing he had never taken on more than two people at once before. Garlik arched over at all three of them not sure what he was going to do.
“What…What is it you three want from me? I am relatively busy right now and have greater things to deal with.”
They all looked at one another and laughing irrepressibly. Once the laughing stopped the leader of the group then seized a step closer to Garlik raising an eyebrow at the remark Garlik had just said.
“Well, well, well Garlik what do you take us for? Fools! You’re just like your father. Telling our fathers he is better than them, I guess it would be dishonour if your father found his son lying in a ditch covered in blood wouldn’t he boys?”
The lackeys of the Saiyan just snickered behind him not saying anything significant.
“If it’s a fight you want you better be prepared to perish, my Saiyan pride is stronger than all of you three combined!”
After a prolonged fight mist of dust covered the air and only one shadowy figure could be seen standing up. The three Saiyans that challenged Garlik would be lying on the floor though they wouldn’t be dead, they would still be alive breathing slowly. Garlik would cough as some blood would egress out of his mouth. Garlik would quiver to the floor barley kneeling. In the remoteness a hooded figure would be resting on a tree. Garlik looked up and in disbelief saw the face of who it was.
“…You’ve finally come back, is…is it really you!”
The Hooded figure slowly walked over to where Garlik would be kneeling on the floor.
“You’ve finally earnt yourself the title. You may now be known as the Saiyans Young Fury.”
Garlik slowly looked up into the eyes of his father once he had heard the words his father had just said. Garlik eventually brought himself to speak.
“Thank you father, I’ll never let you down again.”
Garlik’s father nodded with pride in his son, and walked off into the misty distance to never see his son again and has remained unseen since present day.
Planet:
Planet Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
Galick Gun (N1)
Support
Utility
Flight (UT)
Ki Suppression (UT)
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Galick Gun (N1)
Support
Utility
Flight (UT)
Ki Suppression (UT)
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod