Northern Hospitality (Open,1-3 slots) Nov 1, 2016 2:11:25 GMT
Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 1, 2016 2:11:25 GMT
(Medium Weights, power level 29,700)
(Stop on by the Northern town of Luna, hang out with the Sheriff. Have a drink, spend the night at a rather nice cabin in the woods, or even have a sparring match!)
Arlic, a once arrogant and prideful Saiyan Soldier, was meditating. He had never done it before, to be fair. Long duster jacket, crimson scarf and sash folded over it, rested on old branch, leaves dappered brown and orange in the autumn light. Life decisions were to be made in the heat of the moment, where heart and mind had little time to plot or deal; simply making a call from the gut and seeing it through. But he realized, even that had it's downfalls. To seek true strength, Arlic had to seek inwards. On himself, his life, his abilities. Where he wanted to go in the future, and why he wanted to grow stronger. The weights on his body were barely noticed, sitting cross legged on a stump deep in the northern borders. The Sheriff was a brave fighter, a veteran of countless battles and skirmishes. As shown through his scarred visage, and missing limb from long ago. The years had been kind to the veteran Saiyan; and he was content. But to stagnante was to invite trouble in these dangerous times, to be swayed by peace was one thing. To accepth the death of what you care for another. And for this reason, Arlic trained. Fighting his temper, his arrogance, and his pride to make himself stronger. To train was half the battle, to learn, the other. Strategy, experience, these would see victory when power levels and flashy moves would not. There were enough dangers in the far reaching stars, even without the Empire looming like a vulture. The war would not be forgotten so easily for some fighters, and the older Saiyan knew that revenge, and the promise of it, would keep the Solar Empire warm at night for many years before they would, if ever, let it go.
The Frozen North was a welcoming home to the Saiyan and his people, former slaves aboard an Acrosian vessel that they'd taken down to orbit during a revolt. With odds and ends of aliens clustered in the mining/lumber village of Luna. With the strongest of them, Val himself, their voted Sheriff. As such, he faught for them. For their world, even if he was a small fish in a big pond. The only way to grow stronger was to work for it. There'd been a few younger Saiyans he'd been teaching, mentoring. He didn't like saying 'weaker', they'd probably grow stronger then him in time. But what else was a teacher to hope for then his friends to grow powerful? Still, doesn't mean I get to slack, he thought with wry smirk. Working his mental powers up to start sensing the world around him. The sparks of souls and energy flared through the world, guiding his inner eye to find the life around him. He'd been practicing for quite a while at this, although he thought that he'd always prefer a scouter when it came to it. It had a radio, rather useful. And so far, Arlic's worst enemies always ended up being Androids, and those buggers didn't have a Ki Presence.
Suppresion then? He thought to himself, learn to control my Ki flow, make it weaker? It could be useful. An ability to strike from crowds, it could be just exactly what I need. A good stealth attack would disrupt an enemy, put them on the defensive. And in the world shattering battles that seemed to occur on Earth every other day, any advantage was too important to pass up. His aura flared as he tried to contain his power, growing every day since he had resumed training. It felt good, he had to admit. Muscle hardening in only the way a training Saiyan's can. The growth of power that never seemed to have a limit, and the promise of a fight. No matter how old a Saiyan got, they always did love a good fight.
He failed to contain his Ki, and let a half burst of laughter out. "Too old to be changin' my way of thinkin' I guess." He grumbled, crossing his arms as he sat back against a convient rock. "May as well see whose out there."
The grizzled veteran say back, letting his aura flare to life at it's full potential, at least when weighted down. He'd be suprised if someone did come along, after all, it's the North. Not many folk 'round here just traveling by.