Post by Ceriac on Nov 29, 2016 12:01:50 GMT
Name: Ceriac
Alias: None (For the time being)
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: The Saiyan hadn't worn the natural attire one would often associate his kind with. Instead of the casual ceramic plating; he adorned beneath a black attire, coated with a crimson hue. These were the essentials of his gi; The black T-shirt peaking from the V-shaped collar, whilst the mass majority of the gi had been a stained red color, with several designs consisting of the color black. The skeptical art resembled that of a Dragon, much resembling the almighty Shenron. Glossy black boots worn amongst his feet, with a a strong knotted lace in which was also of the same color. Upon both wrists were dark orange wristbands, the Saiyan empire logo patch upon the upper backside of the outfit. Black wavy hair resembling that of a low class warrior, cascading over his features... motioning withing a calm rhythm, caused by the high winds. Overall body size hadn't exceeded beyond the average person. Standing at a grand height of 5'7 from head to toe. One might notice a darkened strap lashed across his torso, a small, brief illumination with the help of ambient lighting. Merely latched tightly around the Saiyan's figure, sheathing the broad sword, it's black handle peaking from behind the wavering hair. When unsheathed, a potential craftier might realize the blade consisted of a phase hardened steel alloy, small ridges along one side of the blade, the other appearing to be a rather smooth surface; though sharp enough to strip through a sheet of paper with relative ease. One strong advantage whilst wielding the sword, it operated on a high frequency, thus shoving away the molecules within 'whatever' structure the blade connected with. Surely it was a great weapon of choice, in fact it was custom, to say the least. With the combination of insight, and proper training? Not only would those black beedy eyes pick up on swift movement, but also able to block, or parry with extreme ease. In no way, shape, or form will one master the art of Swordsmanship, without the necessities and proper practice.
History: Twas the age 2800, long lived history has passed. From the unfolding events of the Saiyan ancestry, few Saiyans lived on to become the greatest potential of fighters. Often high on themselves, their physical, and mental prowers. Sometimes even refereed amongst the strongest warriors in all of the universe. Was this truly an understatement? Or perhaps might it have been somewhat accurate? The truth behind the answer? Insight. What determined a strong warrior wasn't determined by mere race, or class. Rather the intent, focus, determination of their well being. Perhaps with enough foresight, wisdom and self discipline? Even the smallest speck of a life force might find themselves with the key to what one might call 'true' potential. It must not be mistaken that potential comes in many different shapes, and forms. The aforementioned statement 'true' was a mere futile estimate, as truth is something one comes by through their endeavors. That being said, truth can be different betwix the many different life forms scattered throughout the vast universe. This meant that 'true' power to one vessel? Might be false power to another. This was particularly where the line was drawn, where the statement collapses. However not to be mistaken with great power, in which deep down existed within everyone whether they believed it or not. The matter of truth lye more or less within. Often the common mistake the great Saiyans made. Although their pride was strong, and could push them to conquer new limits, unlock new feats as well. Because of this, they existed known for it, making them rather feared. However very few have come to realize that a Saiyan's greatest strength? Is also a Saiyan's greatest weakness. This often portrayed when one seemed a bit to over confident, oblivious to the fact that like them, there are countless other races of people more than capable of destroying them as well.
Among the red tinted planetoid known as 'Planet Vegeta' where the Saiyans inhabited. Living under extreme weather conditions and a severe gravity of ten fold of Earth's. This was the root of the Saiyan potential, because the children were born, and raised in these conditions? They achieved far greater heights than most. Here was where they lived, where the story of Ceriac began. Ever since birth, he'd been raised under the lore. One which preached the intensity, monstrosity of his race. The tales foretelling the Super Saiyans of Legend; The strongest warriors in the universe! Of course he too, fell at the fatal win, yet loss of the strong pride of his people. It brought him to his peak throughout the mass majority of his lifetime; Ceriac trained with his Father, Leriac. He'd only been the age of four and already had a jump on the training grounds. One might have seen it within those dark beedy eyes, they held an inextinguishable flame, fury and pride. It lye within blood, his purpose. Ceriac was meant to fight, meant to become amongst the warrior empire. Destined to push himself to his limits and beyond. Nothing was going to stand in his way.
At least.. That was the original thought, before a powerful Arcosian leader visited his home, and made short work of many of the Saiyan elites. Occurring many years into his life, around age of 17. The name of this odd 'alien' was unknown, even to this very day. He came and went as a thief in the night. Unfortunately, the moon's cycle wasn't full, and hasn't been around an eight year time period. Thus the key to unlocking the hidden power within them was lacking, for they'd not yet known how to create Blutz waves. Ceriac, however wasn't anywhere to be found. And his older brother, Ruco had mysteriously been captured, and has long since been held in captive someplace within the Arcosian empire for ongoing years. This knowledge wasn't known, and so.. Ceriac ventured beyond the reach of his home planet, and has sought upon many adventures questing for the answers. Looking for the potential key to solve the puzzle. Where was Ruco?
Upon the lonesome journey around the Solar System, he'd found himself visiting Planet Shikk. Landing the space pod, creating a large crater in it's wake. Upon stepping from the confinements of the small round shape, he'd ventured around in search of clues. He'd ultimately figure that if there were any chance of succeeding in his ventures? He'd without a doubt need to train and home his skills to the best of his ability. It wasn't long after landing in which he'd wandered the depths of Turrep town. Stumbling across a dojo, a seemingly packed one at that. Their were Saiyans, and other odd ball creatures he'd never encountered before. One of these so happened to be of the Namekian race, a Warrior clan. But just what was a Namekian doing in this part of the galaxy? The answer was never founded. All Ceraic knew was that this green alien was strong. After sitting back for so long, observing the lessons, it drew upon the Saiyan's curiosity. And thus with due time, struck a conversation with the Namekian, and undergone severe training through time. The gravity sessions were intense, however never exceeded beyond ten fold, it was what he'd always been used to. Perhaps the chamber never held the capability to even progress beyond that? Many questions went without answer.
As the years have gone by, many opponents had been fought and defeated. Though these never came without loss, sometimes several upon the same vessel. One must keep in mind however, the opponents were never an actual threat; Sparring partners at most. Possibly with small amount of passive aggressiveness. At one point in time, a rumor had flooded the Solar system with rumors of the Arcosian empire holding prisoners. Ceriac ventured there, after had undergone unique adventures throughout only the Solar system. And by the time the small staggering round pod and made land upon planet Arcose? It's efficiency was no longer reliable, it was old nonetheless. Maybe able to traverse a single trip or two at most. Several weeks had gone by, as the young Saiyan acted under cover, as a spy in a sense. He was quite familiar with this place... The Arcosian people had seemed to hold a passive hatred toward Saiyans for what seemed to be millenniums, Ceriac had been forced to do their bidding on more than one occasion. Doing things he's not once been proud of. Especially with due pride, he'd always known that one day.. His strength and power would dramatically increase. And that one day? Nobody would stand in his way.
A full moon swept over the Horizon, illuminating his perception as a lighthouse in the fog. He'd been aware of the Oozaru transformation, however has never been able to maintain self control. It always seemed like a black out. The transformation seemed painful, though it was quick. The shifting bones, increase in mass, molecules vibrating upon enhanced frequencies. The devastating metamorphosis alerted the commoners of the giant Ape. The rampage occurred, power increased ten fold. The demonic roars sent vibrations through the capital of Arcose. Stomps, thrashing and slamming; The terrain was easily torn apart. Surely enough had Ruco's position been revealed, though with a hefty cost. Ceriac with no control, in a fit of inveiling rage. Unleashed a barrage of careless stomping, swaying of his tail. Surely accidentally injuring the very Saiyan he'd originally attempted to rescue. How the two escaped was quite a mystery, however one thing that was certain? The tail of the Giant Ape was severed, reverting him into a naked humanoid state. However through time? It grew back. Both Saiyans escaped in their pods, Ruco's being one of Arcose's soldiers, Ceriac's being his own.. And thus how he'd acquire the old pod. And here begins his story.
Starting Planet: Planet Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive Galick Gun: When bringing both arms loft, one palm against the dominant in which the palm faces away from it's non dominant. The user channels a powerful dark purple orb of Ki in which is shot fourth in the formation of a powerful, condensed signature heat beam. (Requires a charge or more)
Offensive Ki channeling.: This allows the potential user to channel their inner Ki within the palm of their hand(s) and use in a variety of ways, such as a volley, or a common beam of condensed energy.
Support Solar Flare: When both hands are brought loft, fingers tucked inward against the user's temple, a blinding illumination stuns the opponent, leaving their sight blind for twenty second.
Utility None
Special None
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: None (For the time being)
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: The Saiyan hadn't worn the natural attire one would often associate his kind with. Instead of the casual ceramic plating; he adorned beneath a black attire, coated with a crimson hue. These were the essentials of his gi; The black T-shirt peaking from the V-shaped collar, whilst the mass majority of the gi had been a stained red color, with several designs consisting of the color black. The skeptical art resembled that of a Dragon, much resembling the almighty Shenron. Glossy black boots worn amongst his feet, with a a strong knotted lace in which was also of the same color. Upon both wrists were dark orange wristbands, the Saiyan empire logo patch upon the upper backside of the outfit. Black wavy hair resembling that of a low class warrior, cascading over his features... motioning withing a calm rhythm, caused by the high winds. Overall body size hadn't exceeded beyond the average person. Standing at a grand height of 5'7 from head to toe. One might notice a darkened strap lashed across his torso, a small, brief illumination with the help of ambient lighting. Merely latched tightly around the Saiyan's figure, sheathing the broad sword, it's black handle peaking from behind the wavering hair. When unsheathed, a potential craftier might realize the blade consisted of a phase hardened steel alloy, small ridges along one side of the blade, the other appearing to be a rather smooth surface; though sharp enough to strip through a sheet of paper with relative ease. One strong advantage whilst wielding the sword, it operated on a high frequency, thus shoving away the molecules within 'whatever' structure the blade connected with. Surely it was a great weapon of choice, in fact it was custom, to say the least. With the combination of insight, and proper training? Not only would those black beedy eyes pick up on swift movement, but also able to block, or parry with extreme ease. In no way, shape, or form will one master the art of Swordsmanship, without the necessities and proper practice.
History: Twas the age 2800, long lived history has passed. From the unfolding events of the Saiyan ancestry, few Saiyans lived on to become the greatest potential of fighters. Often high on themselves, their physical, and mental prowers. Sometimes even refereed amongst the strongest warriors in all of the universe. Was this truly an understatement? Or perhaps might it have been somewhat accurate? The truth behind the answer? Insight. What determined a strong warrior wasn't determined by mere race, or class. Rather the intent, focus, determination of their well being. Perhaps with enough foresight, wisdom and self discipline? Even the smallest speck of a life force might find themselves with the key to what one might call 'true' potential. It must not be mistaken that potential comes in many different shapes, and forms. The aforementioned statement 'true' was a mere futile estimate, as truth is something one comes by through their endeavors. That being said, truth can be different betwix the many different life forms scattered throughout the vast universe. This meant that 'true' power to one vessel? Might be false power to another. This was particularly where the line was drawn, where the statement collapses. However not to be mistaken with great power, in which deep down existed within everyone whether they believed it or not. The matter of truth lye more or less within. Often the common mistake the great Saiyans made. Although their pride was strong, and could push them to conquer new limits, unlock new feats as well. Because of this, they existed known for it, making them rather feared. However very few have come to realize that a Saiyan's greatest strength? Is also a Saiyan's greatest weakness. This often portrayed when one seemed a bit to over confident, oblivious to the fact that like them, there are countless other races of people more than capable of destroying them as well.
Among the red tinted planetoid known as 'Planet Vegeta' where the Saiyans inhabited. Living under extreme weather conditions and a severe gravity of ten fold of Earth's. This was the root of the Saiyan potential, because the children were born, and raised in these conditions? They achieved far greater heights than most. Here was where they lived, where the story of Ceriac began. Ever since birth, he'd been raised under the lore. One which preached the intensity, monstrosity of his race. The tales foretelling the Super Saiyans of Legend; The strongest warriors in the universe! Of course he too, fell at the fatal win, yet loss of the strong pride of his people. It brought him to his peak throughout the mass majority of his lifetime; Ceriac trained with his Father, Leriac. He'd only been the age of four and already had a jump on the training grounds. One might have seen it within those dark beedy eyes, they held an inextinguishable flame, fury and pride. It lye within blood, his purpose. Ceriac was meant to fight, meant to become amongst the warrior empire. Destined to push himself to his limits and beyond. Nothing was going to stand in his way.
At least.. That was the original thought, before a powerful Arcosian leader visited his home, and made short work of many of the Saiyan elites. Occurring many years into his life, around age of 17. The name of this odd 'alien' was unknown, even to this very day. He came and went as a thief in the night. Unfortunately, the moon's cycle wasn't full, and hasn't been around an eight year time period. Thus the key to unlocking the hidden power within them was lacking, for they'd not yet known how to create Blutz waves. Ceriac, however wasn't anywhere to be found. And his older brother, Ruco had mysteriously been captured, and has long since been held in captive someplace within the Arcosian empire for ongoing years. This knowledge wasn't known, and so.. Ceriac ventured beyond the reach of his home planet, and has sought upon many adventures questing for the answers. Looking for the potential key to solve the puzzle. Where was Ruco?
Upon the lonesome journey around the Solar System, he'd found himself visiting Planet Shikk. Landing the space pod, creating a large crater in it's wake. Upon stepping from the confinements of the small round shape, he'd ventured around in search of clues. He'd ultimately figure that if there were any chance of succeeding in his ventures? He'd without a doubt need to train and home his skills to the best of his ability. It wasn't long after landing in which he'd wandered the depths of Turrep town. Stumbling across a dojo, a seemingly packed one at that. Their were Saiyans, and other odd ball creatures he'd never encountered before. One of these so happened to be of the Namekian race, a Warrior clan. But just what was a Namekian doing in this part of the galaxy? The answer was never founded. All Ceraic knew was that this green alien was strong. After sitting back for so long, observing the lessons, it drew upon the Saiyan's curiosity. And thus with due time, struck a conversation with the Namekian, and undergone severe training through time. The gravity sessions were intense, however never exceeded beyond ten fold, it was what he'd always been used to. Perhaps the chamber never held the capability to even progress beyond that? Many questions went without answer.
As the years have gone by, many opponents had been fought and defeated. Though these never came without loss, sometimes several upon the same vessel. One must keep in mind however, the opponents were never an actual threat; Sparring partners at most. Possibly with small amount of passive aggressiveness. At one point in time, a rumor had flooded the Solar system with rumors of the Arcosian empire holding prisoners. Ceriac ventured there, after had undergone unique adventures throughout only the Solar system. And by the time the small staggering round pod and made land upon planet Arcose? It's efficiency was no longer reliable, it was old nonetheless. Maybe able to traverse a single trip or two at most. Several weeks had gone by, as the young Saiyan acted under cover, as a spy in a sense. He was quite familiar with this place... The Arcosian people had seemed to hold a passive hatred toward Saiyans for what seemed to be millenniums, Ceriac had been forced to do their bidding on more than one occasion. Doing things he's not once been proud of. Especially with due pride, he'd always known that one day.. His strength and power would dramatically increase. And that one day? Nobody would stand in his way.
A full moon swept over the Horizon, illuminating his perception as a lighthouse in the fog. He'd been aware of the Oozaru transformation, however has never been able to maintain self control. It always seemed like a black out. The transformation seemed painful, though it was quick. The shifting bones, increase in mass, molecules vibrating upon enhanced frequencies. The devastating metamorphosis alerted the commoners of the giant Ape. The rampage occurred, power increased ten fold. The demonic roars sent vibrations through the capital of Arcose. Stomps, thrashing and slamming; The terrain was easily torn apart. Surely enough had Ruco's position been revealed, though with a hefty cost. Ceriac with no control, in a fit of inveiling rage. Unleashed a barrage of careless stomping, swaying of his tail. Surely accidentally injuring the very Saiyan he'd originally attempted to rescue. How the two escaped was quite a mystery, however one thing that was certain? The tail of the Giant Ape was severed, reverting him into a naked humanoid state. However through time? It grew back. Both Saiyans escaped in their pods, Ruco's being one of Arcose's soldiers, Ceriac's being his own.. And thus how he'd acquire the old pod. And here begins his story.
Starting Planet: Planet Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive Galick Gun: When bringing both arms loft, one palm against the dominant in which the palm faces away from it's non dominant. The user channels a powerful dark purple orb of Ki in which is shot fourth in the formation of a powerful, condensed signature heat beam. (Requires a charge or more)
Offensive Ki channeling.: This allows the potential user to channel their inner Ki within the palm of their hand(s) and use in a variety of ways, such as a volley, or a common beam of condensed energy.
Support Solar Flare: When both hands are brought loft, fingers tucked inward against the user's temple, a blinding illumination stuns the opponent, leaving their sight blind for twenty second.
Utility None
Special None
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod