Post by Koshu on Oct 4, 2016 22:39:33 GMT
Name: Koshu (Beppan name meaning pepper)
Alias:
Species: Saiyan / Some smaller percent Beppa-Seijin (Not Hybrid)
Starting Planet: Beppa
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Appearance:
Koshu looks rather typical for a Beppan Saiyan; he has dark tanned skin, both from his heritage, and the volcanic radiation. He wears a tight, green, durable, but breathable, training suit, purchased from the nearby trading outpost. He dons gloves and knuckle wraps for training, and his entire body is torn with scars from his life of constant physical injury. Like many of the other sayians, his hair is shaved where it is not needed, in order to deal with the sweltering heat. He also dons piercings on his ear and eyebrow, symbols of the cult of pain he was born into.
Traits:
Efficient in everything he does. Enjoys genuine social interaction but is not a fan of small talk, and can come off as abrasive.
Always trying to put people he meets into categories. Has a very "us vs them" mentality.
Has a large capacity for leadership which he doesn't generally take advantage of. Doesn't consider himself a rule breaker but is.
Passionate for fighting, but under stimulated by current environment.
Lacks any self doubt except the doubt that he is not living to his full potential. Doesn't typically come off as arrogant, but is always focusing on how a situation affects him.
Is typically very lacking in motivation or extremely dedicated, with little room in between.
History:
Hundreds of years ago, the first saiyan landed on Beppa, luckily in a rather remote area, or our story would've ended before it began. Beppa was and has always been known for it's mercenaries, and of course its prowess in the Galatic Wrestling ring. A few hundred years ago, Beppa's relatively small bureaucracy was just apathetic enough to try to disrupt. Sending an adult saiyan to conquer the planet would stir up resentment, and he surely would not survive the immediate overwhelming force he would be met with. But a home grown child on the planet and could possibly gain respect or power, and could serve as a valuable ally if a full invasion was ever necessary. No real hopes were invested in the first saiyan pod that was sent to the volcanic planet, but with a bit of luck, a the child could at least establish himself and make contact with the empire, and possibly begin to disrupt ineffectual government and it's ties to the arcosian empire. And so, a relatively strong looking saiyan youth was packaged up nicely in a space pod, and sent, almost as a throw away, to the fiery sphere.
Of course, the saiyan was never heard from again, Beppa's rough and tumble reputation remained unscathed, and its laissez faire government remained undisrupted. But the saiyan wasn't dead.
Upon crash landing on the remote volcanic planes of Beppa, combat was surprisingly not the top priority of the young saiyan. The child spent most of his youth trying to keep from dying of heat stroke. When his fighting spirit finally boiled over in his teenage years, the saiyan was permanently crippled by the gang of Beppan thugs he had picked a fight with. From then on, the disabled saiyan lived on top of one of the only non volcanic mountains on the planet, far isolated on the colossal planet, coming down from the relatively cold peaks only to get supplies from relatively close trading outpost. He never made contact with the empire, his space pod having melted only a few days after landing. He was oblivious to his purpose.
Years passed, and the saiyan never fully recovered. Reaching the very end of his life, trickles of age began to show in the cracks of his spirit. But on one of his routine trips down to the trading outpost, the weary and spiteful saiyan encountered someone he had never expected.
The young saiyan woman was doing far better than he ever had. Indulging in her fighting spirit, she had integrated herself into Beppan society and wrestled alongside the beppans. She already had one half beppan daughter.
He was disgusting to her. A prideless, spineless, crippled, useless specimen of a living creature. She too had landed in a pod, and had no sense of saiyan culture, but instinctively knew he was below her. She was fighting, she was living, she had some sense of dignity. He was a disgrace.
And yet, nine months later she bore two purebred twin girls, and he was volcanic ash in the wind.
She too died eventually, and her three daughters moved up together onto the reasonable temperatures of the mountaintop. They preferred to fight amongst themselves, in solitude, in a constant competition to surpass each other.
The small vein of Beppan saiyans would have died out entirely in those years if it weren't for the saiyan body's natural retention of it's prime state. When the third saiyan was sent from the empire, the three women were on the brink of infertility. But by a twist of fate, the young man encountered the group, and the lineage of Beppan-bred saiyans was ensured, albeit with a good deal of inbreeding.
Quite a bit of a sizable settlement was forming on the mountaintop. Digging tunnels through the area on the midsection of the mountain, the cool caves provided another sanctuary from the Beppan heat besides the peak. Generations passed, and the population grew, supplemented, thankfully, every hundred years by another throwaway attempt at conquest by the saiyan home planet. Beppan genes mingled in the bloodline as was absolutely necessary, but eventually contact with outsiders became reduced to a near standstill.
Once the population had stabilized, the saiyans no longer needed to constantly procreate. They instead turned to something much more native to them: combat. Soon, the dozens of saiyans became entirely immersed in fighting each other. Constant duels led to constant injury, and the Zenkai was quickly discovered. The feeling of pain became associated with the increase of power, and by the time a generation had passed, the saiyan microcivilization had imploded into a masochistic cult.
The zenkai was worshipped as the spirit of the saiyans themselves, a god who lived inside of them all. They prayed to their god daily by beating each other into submission, and spending the days afterwords healing.
Koshu was born from a mother and father who were relatively less inbred than most of the saiyans. Still pretty inbred. As a young child, he was in the middle of the pack in terms of strength, so he didn't receive much extra abuse. However, he was part of the first generation born in which the zenkai cult targeted young children. He and the other children grew up essentially at each other's throats, yet they all harbored a strong sense of kinship. Saiyans, of course, aren't the most familial species in the galaxy, but the spiritualist cult brought them together and made their success depend on each other almost communistically.
Koshu grew gradually alongside his peers, and began to approach the age of procreation but struggled with fertility, likely due to his inbred genes. As he grew, he became somewhat colder. Most of the saiyans entered a state of disassociation and detachment when they were injured and dealing with the pain, but Koshu never quite seemed to leave it. Not that any of the others were particularly paying attention.
He wasn't at all rebellious or oppositional; Koshu was completely fine with his community as it was, he just didn't feel particularly attached to it. He droned his way through the daily grind of combat, never quite bored enough to change his routine, but never quite as impassioned as any of the others.
He hid his apathy well. Infertile, and bored by combat; was he simply unstimulated by his current life, or was he inadequate as a member of his race? He didn't tend to think about it too much, and continued to live his life as happily as he could, finding pleasure in the little moments of camaraderie with his brothers.
But soon, something would spark Koshu's fighting spirit, whether he wanted it or not.
Techniques:
Volatile Burst [N1]
The user forms a vibrating yellow orb in the palms of his hands before blasting it forwards or hurling it explosively.
Blast Bracer [N1]
The user clenches their muscles and takes the full brunt of a an attack, allowing them to reduce the impact significantly.
Play Dead [UT]
During particularly repetitive sessions of training, Koshu learned to feign unconsciousness by reducing his power level into imperceptibility.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias:
Species: Saiyan / Some smaller percent Beppa-Seijin (Not Hybrid)
Starting Planet: Beppa
Gender: Male
Age: 40
Appearance:
Koshu looks rather typical for a Beppan Saiyan; he has dark tanned skin, both from his heritage, and the volcanic radiation. He wears a tight, green, durable, but breathable, training suit, purchased from the nearby trading outpost. He dons gloves and knuckle wraps for training, and his entire body is torn with scars from his life of constant physical injury. Like many of the other sayians, his hair is shaved where it is not needed, in order to deal with the sweltering heat. He also dons piercings on his ear and eyebrow, symbols of the cult of pain he was born into.
Traits:
Efficient in everything he does. Enjoys genuine social interaction but is not a fan of small talk, and can come off as abrasive.
Always trying to put people he meets into categories. Has a very "us vs them" mentality.
Has a large capacity for leadership which he doesn't generally take advantage of. Doesn't consider himself a rule breaker but is.
Passionate for fighting, but under stimulated by current environment.
Lacks any self doubt except the doubt that he is not living to his full potential. Doesn't typically come off as arrogant, but is always focusing on how a situation affects him.
Is typically very lacking in motivation or extremely dedicated, with little room in between.
History:
Hundreds of years ago, the first saiyan landed on Beppa, luckily in a rather remote area, or our story would've ended before it began. Beppa was and has always been known for it's mercenaries, and of course its prowess in the Galatic Wrestling ring. A few hundred years ago, Beppa's relatively small bureaucracy was just apathetic enough to try to disrupt. Sending an adult saiyan to conquer the planet would stir up resentment, and he surely would not survive the immediate overwhelming force he would be met with. But a home grown child on the planet and could possibly gain respect or power, and could serve as a valuable ally if a full invasion was ever necessary. No real hopes were invested in the first saiyan pod that was sent to the volcanic planet, but with a bit of luck, a the child could at least establish himself and make contact with the empire, and possibly begin to disrupt ineffectual government and it's ties to the arcosian empire. And so, a relatively strong looking saiyan youth was packaged up nicely in a space pod, and sent, almost as a throw away, to the fiery sphere.
Of course, the saiyan was never heard from again, Beppa's rough and tumble reputation remained unscathed, and its laissez faire government remained undisrupted. But the saiyan wasn't dead.
Upon crash landing on the remote volcanic planes of Beppa, combat was surprisingly not the top priority of the young saiyan. The child spent most of his youth trying to keep from dying of heat stroke. When his fighting spirit finally boiled over in his teenage years, the saiyan was permanently crippled by the gang of Beppan thugs he had picked a fight with. From then on, the disabled saiyan lived on top of one of the only non volcanic mountains on the planet, far isolated on the colossal planet, coming down from the relatively cold peaks only to get supplies from relatively close trading outpost. He never made contact with the empire, his space pod having melted only a few days after landing. He was oblivious to his purpose.
Years passed, and the saiyan never fully recovered. Reaching the very end of his life, trickles of age began to show in the cracks of his spirit. But on one of his routine trips down to the trading outpost, the weary and spiteful saiyan encountered someone he had never expected.
The young saiyan woman was doing far better than he ever had. Indulging in her fighting spirit, she had integrated herself into Beppan society and wrestled alongside the beppans. She already had one half beppan daughter.
He was disgusting to her. A prideless, spineless, crippled, useless specimen of a living creature. She too had landed in a pod, and had no sense of saiyan culture, but instinctively knew he was below her. She was fighting, she was living, she had some sense of dignity. He was a disgrace.
And yet, nine months later she bore two purebred twin girls, and he was volcanic ash in the wind.
She too died eventually, and her three daughters moved up together onto the reasonable temperatures of the mountaintop. They preferred to fight amongst themselves, in solitude, in a constant competition to surpass each other.
The small vein of Beppan saiyans would have died out entirely in those years if it weren't for the saiyan body's natural retention of it's prime state. When the third saiyan was sent from the empire, the three women were on the brink of infertility. But by a twist of fate, the young man encountered the group, and the lineage of Beppan-bred saiyans was ensured, albeit with a good deal of inbreeding.
Quite a bit of a sizable settlement was forming on the mountaintop. Digging tunnels through the area on the midsection of the mountain, the cool caves provided another sanctuary from the Beppan heat besides the peak. Generations passed, and the population grew, supplemented, thankfully, every hundred years by another throwaway attempt at conquest by the saiyan home planet. Beppan genes mingled in the bloodline as was absolutely necessary, but eventually contact with outsiders became reduced to a near standstill.
Once the population had stabilized, the saiyans no longer needed to constantly procreate. They instead turned to something much more native to them: combat. Soon, the dozens of saiyans became entirely immersed in fighting each other. Constant duels led to constant injury, and the Zenkai was quickly discovered. The feeling of pain became associated with the increase of power, and by the time a generation had passed, the saiyan microcivilization had imploded into a masochistic cult.
The zenkai was worshipped as the spirit of the saiyans themselves, a god who lived inside of them all. They prayed to their god daily by beating each other into submission, and spending the days afterwords healing.
Koshu was born from a mother and father who were relatively less inbred than most of the saiyans. Still pretty inbred. As a young child, he was in the middle of the pack in terms of strength, so he didn't receive much extra abuse. However, he was part of the first generation born in which the zenkai cult targeted young children. He and the other children grew up essentially at each other's throats, yet they all harbored a strong sense of kinship. Saiyans, of course, aren't the most familial species in the galaxy, but the spiritualist cult brought them together and made their success depend on each other almost communistically.
Koshu grew gradually alongside his peers, and began to approach the age of procreation but struggled with fertility, likely due to his inbred genes. As he grew, he became somewhat colder. Most of the saiyans entered a state of disassociation and detachment when they were injured and dealing with the pain, but Koshu never quite seemed to leave it. Not that any of the others were particularly paying attention.
He wasn't at all rebellious or oppositional; Koshu was completely fine with his community as it was, he just didn't feel particularly attached to it. He droned his way through the daily grind of combat, never quite bored enough to change his routine, but never quite as impassioned as any of the others.
He hid his apathy well. Infertile, and bored by combat; was he simply unstimulated by his current life, or was he inadequate as a member of his race? He didn't tend to think about it too much, and continued to live his life as happily as he could, finding pleasure in the little moments of camaraderie with his brothers.
But soon, something would spark Koshu's fighting spirit, whether he wanted it or not.
Techniques:
Volatile Burst [N1]
The user forms a vibrating yellow orb in the palms of his hands before blasting it forwards or hurling it explosively.
Blast Bracer [N1]
The user clenches their muscles and takes the full brunt of a an attack, allowing them to reduce the impact significantly.
Play Dead [UT]
During particularly repetitive sessions of training, Koshu learned to feign unconsciousness by reducing his power level into imperceptibility.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
