Post by Metal Sickle on Apr 11, 2019 17:37:08 GMT
Character Name:
Sickle, son of V. Ize
Gender:
Male
Starting Planet:
Earth
Race:
Changeling (Mutant)
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength
The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. 10% bonus on power level rewards.
Adapted to Survival
They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well.
They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet.
They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Familiarity with Weight.
Changelings have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. [Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%]
Transformation Path:
Golden Ultimate Evolution
Age:
120 Years Old
Fighting Style:
Close Ranged
Appearance:
Due to the nature of Sickle's species, he comes in many different shapes and sizes. This is mainly due to his ability to suppress his power through physical adaptations. They come in multiple levels, as described thus.
First Form [x0.25]: The smallest and least powerful of all the forms, he is a walking rainbow with a god complex. His smooth domed head gleams in the sunlight as his iridescent body changes shades with every flash of light. His biosuit is typical of the Changeling race.
Second Form [x0.5]: A much taller and bulkier figure, iridescent and gleaming. His skull is adorned with four horns, two tusk-like protrusions from the side of his face-plate with two side spikes protruding from either side at an extreme angle, looking like the body of a horseshoe crab. His figure is rather large and imposing, seemingly more adult-ish than his previous form. He stands at a solid seven feet tall in this form from top spine to toe and seems excessively buff. His tail is roughly two-thirds the length of his body in this form and has spines growing down it.
Third Form [x0.75]: The 'monster' form of his race, and most commonly the fear factor appearance for most Changelings, this form is the least used of his forms when attempting to completely dominate an opponent since he builds his strength off of brute force, not fear tactics. In this form, his normally shiny and glowing biosuit becomes dark and brooding, with black scales lining the inside of his body. His head elongated back like the opisthosoma of a scorpion. In this form, his tail is sharpened at the end with a scorpion-like stinger, and his overall form lacks protruding spikes like his previous figure. His ridged body becomes sleek and clean. Deadly and stealthy. Overall, something you don't want to see in person. In this form, his jaw is split into four segments, making speech nigh impossible.
Final/True Form [x1]: The actual birth appearance of any changeling, this is the absolute be-all for any of his race. His figure is not all too dissimilar to others of his species, being smooth and circular in comparison to the rigid figures of his first two forms while continuing to hold true to both dark and iridescent traits he holds through his forms. His figure looks nigh identical to the mythical Frieza in most regards, his bio-suit being a whitish iridescent color on the clear segments, with the opaque being a clean grey color. His skull is similar to his second form, having a horseshoe crab-like faceplate that covers everything but the eyes, looking similar to Fifth Form Cooler's faceplate. This plate is a grey-white color and extends slightly off of the head, similar in shape to a mask.
History:
Born many a year ago on a subworld of the PTO to two well-known Changeling musicians who preached peace and unity. His father, a young Changeling by the name of V. Ize, and his troupe the Ice Girls traveled far and wide to provide enjoyment to any and all races that would accept them. From gracious Namekians to interested Earthlings, they spread their musical genius for many and many years, avoiding all political and war-based conflicts.
However, this could not last forever. After one particular show, insurgents against Changelings on one planet attacked the troupe while they were in their green rooms, killing two of the Ice Girls and wounding V. Ize heavily, nearly killing him as they escaped on their pods. In the commotion, Sickle was transported towards Earth instead of Frost Planet #97 after an asteroid struck the pod and malfunctioned it's tracking systems, resulting in his disappearance and presumed demise by family.
After the crash landing, he lived in the woods of Earth traveling for years, becoming more and more animal-like as the days went by, He became feral, barely able to speak common, and perfecting his art of killing to survive in the harsh wilderness of the north. He never expected to leave the wilderness in his lifetime, until a certain man met him in the tree line during a heavy snowstorm. His figure obscured slightly by the falling snow. It was Ayumu, his soon-to-be friend, offering him hot food and sugary desserts if he joined him, which the changeling gladly took advantage of.
Now acting as a sort of pet to the White Lotus Society that was Ayumu and his friends, Sickle stays with them for the meals and training, hoping one day that he may be able to find his parents and get back at those who attacked them... And potentially more.
Personality:
Sickle is a feral being. Unlike other Changelings, who may be pompous and arrogant with power, Sickle sees himself as an animal. Something that lives on the balance of nature. Anything that threatens his existence is a predator, and those who fear him are prey. His sadistic power trip only seems to kick in when he is the Apex Predator in a situation, surrounded by 'prey', and with that he usually makes it well known that he does not like having prey around him.
However, there are people he considers his 'equals', those who he has befriended throughout his lifetime and considered someone he can trust well. Those are who he keeps closest to his heart. His, 'friends', so to speak.
His motivations in life are simple. Live, Kill, Eat, Revenge, and Die. The course of a lifetime for anyone in his situation. He aspires to find out what planet he was on when his parents and family nearly died to effectively massacre it's entire species, as well as push an almost nihilistic militaristic campaign against his race's empire to attain the throne. Ya know, as you do. Other than that, his life is built on strength. His desires to become the most powerful, someone who can demolish worlds with his punches and eradicated solar systems with his Ki. Something he never expects to achieve, but holds to high esteem should he manage to reach even a fraction of that capability.
As a result of his mixed heritage and a bad combination of genes, he is mutated from the original gene into a more devilish warrior. His mutation resulting in a twisted psyche when he gets into combat. Those who oppose him and fall beneath his feet are subject to his sadistic desires. Luck provides they live, the unlucky adorn his current throne as severed limbs and decorated skeletons.
His desires for murder stem from multiple coincidental occurrences. Motivations of slaughter deriving from unfortunate situations (his lack of communication to the outside galaxy), his mental health being severely hampered due to both genetic mutation and malnutrition resulting in a psychotic maniac with sporadic homicidal tendencies. He can act fine and dandy for a moment, and cash in all his chips at a whim to become an almost sickeningly terrible murder-tyrant.
Starting Technique:
[ST-1]Life Sense: A simple Ki sense, Sickle detects the nearby ki of living creatures nearby and can distinctly tell between two differing signatures.
[CT-1]"I've Got My Eyes On You!": A direct use of Sickle's Ki to fire two lasers from his eyes, he aims for the chest to attempt to pierce their flesh.
[ST-1]Flight: A simple use of Ki to stay suspended in the air and effectively fly.
[PT-1]"You Flesh Feels Like Pillows": Winding back his fist, Sickle punches the opponent dramatically and fabulously.
[ST-1]"Look at me!": A rather simple Ki manipulation technique, Sickle forms an intangible clone of himself out of his Ki that cannot be interacted with aside from speech and appearance. It looks, senses, and acts identical to Sickle, even sharing his mind and personality, but is unable to be touched, hurt, or damaged. When someone attempts to damage the clone, it dissipates into a fine dust that settles on the ground, before blowing away. This clone is not bound to his appearance, and can physically be different than him in small ways. It's Ki is identical to Sickle's and is him to a degree.
[PT-1]"This is going to hurt": Rearing back his head while close to his opponent, he strikes them as hard as he can with the globe on his head, preferably in their head.
Example Roleplay:
Sickle, son of V. Ize
Gender:
Male
Starting Planet:
Earth
Race:
Changeling (Mutant)
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength
The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. 10% bonus on power level rewards.
Adapted to Survival
They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well.
They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet.
They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Familiarity with Weight.
Changelings have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. [Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%]
Transformation Path:
Golden Ultimate Evolution
Age:
120 Years Old
Fighting Style:
Close Ranged
Appearance:
Due to the nature of Sickle's species, he comes in many different shapes and sizes. This is mainly due to his ability to suppress his power through physical adaptations. They come in multiple levels, as described thus.
First Form [x0.25]: The smallest and least powerful of all the forms, he is a walking rainbow with a god complex. His smooth domed head gleams in the sunlight as his iridescent body changes shades with every flash of light. His biosuit is typical of the Changeling race.
Second Form [x0.5]: A much taller and bulkier figure, iridescent and gleaming. His skull is adorned with four horns, two tusk-like protrusions from the side of his face-plate with two side spikes protruding from either side at an extreme angle, looking like the body of a horseshoe crab. His figure is rather large and imposing, seemingly more adult-ish than his previous form. He stands at a solid seven feet tall in this form from top spine to toe and seems excessively buff. His tail is roughly two-thirds the length of his body in this form and has spines growing down it.
Third Form [x0.75]: The 'monster' form of his race, and most commonly the fear factor appearance for most Changelings, this form is the least used of his forms when attempting to completely dominate an opponent since he builds his strength off of brute force, not fear tactics. In this form, his normally shiny and glowing biosuit becomes dark and brooding, with black scales lining the inside of his body. His head elongated back like the opisthosoma of a scorpion. In this form, his tail is sharpened at the end with a scorpion-like stinger, and his overall form lacks protruding spikes like his previous figure. His ridged body becomes sleek and clean. Deadly and stealthy. Overall, something you don't want to see in person. In this form, his jaw is split into four segments, making speech nigh impossible.
Final/True Form [x1]: The actual birth appearance of any changeling, this is the absolute be-all for any of his race. His figure is not all too dissimilar to others of his species, being smooth and circular in comparison to the rigid figures of his first two forms while continuing to hold true to both dark and iridescent traits he holds through his forms. His figure looks nigh identical to the mythical Frieza in most regards, his bio-suit being a whitish iridescent color on the clear segments, with the opaque being a clean grey color. His skull is similar to his second form, having a horseshoe crab-like faceplate that covers everything but the eyes, looking similar to Fifth Form Cooler's faceplate. This plate is a grey-white color and extends slightly off of the head, similar in shape to a mask.
History:
Born many a year ago on a subworld of the PTO to two well-known Changeling musicians who preached peace and unity. His father, a young Changeling by the name of V. Ize, and his troupe the Ice Girls traveled far and wide to provide enjoyment to any and all races that would accept them. From gracious Namekians to interested Earthlings, they spread their musical genius for many and many years, avoiding all political and war-based conflicts.
However, this could not last forever. After one particular show, insurgents against Changelings on one planet attacked the troupe while they were in their green rooms, killing two of the Ice Girls and wounding V. Ize heavily, nearly killing him as they escaped on their pods. In the commotion, Sickle was transported towards Earth instead of Frost Planet #97 after an asteroid struck the pod and malfunctioned it's tracking systems, resulting in his disappearance and presumed demise by family.
After the crash landing, he lived in the woods of Earth traveling for years, becoming more and more animal-like as the days went by, He became feral, barely able to speak common, and perfecting his art of killing to survive in the harsh wilderness of the north. He never expected to leave the wilderness in his lifetime, until a certain man met him in the tree line during a heavy snowstorm. His figure obscured slightly by the falling snow. It was Ayumu, his soon-to-be friend, offering him hot food and sugary desserts if he joined him, which the changeling gladly took advantage of.
Now acting as a sort of pet to the White Lotus Society that was Ayumu and his friends, Sickle stays with them for the meals and training, hoping one day that he may be able to find his parents and get back at those who attacked them... And potentially more.
Personality:
Sickle is a feral being. Unlike other Changelings, who may be pompous and arrogant with power, Sickle sees himself as an animal. Something that lives on the balance of nature. Anything that threatens his existence is a predator, and those who fear him are prey. His sadistic power trip only seems to kick in when he is the Apex Predator in a situation, surrounded by 'prey', and with that he usually makes it well known that he does not like having prey around him.
However, there are people he considers his 'equals', those who he has befriended throughout his lifetime and considered someone he can trust well. Those are who he keeps closest to his heart. His, 'friends', so to speak.
His motivations in life are simple. Live, Kill, Eat, Revenge, and Die. The course of a lifetime for anyone in his situation. He aspires to find out what planet he was on when his parents and family nearly died to effectively massacre it's entire species, as well as push an almost nihilistic militaristic campaign against his race's empire to attain the throne. Ya know, as you do. Other than that, his life is built on strength. His desires to become the most powerful, someone who can demolish worlds with his punches and eradicated solar systems with his Ki. Something he never expects to achieve, but holds to high esteem should he manage to reach even a fraction of that capability.
As a result of his mixed heritage and a bad combination of genes, he is mutated from the original gene into a more devilish warrior. His mutation resulting in a twisted psyche when he gets into combat. Those who oppose him and fall beneath his feet are subject to his sadistic desires. Luck provides they live, the unlucky adorn his current throne as severed limbs and decorated skeletons.
His desires for murder stem from multiple coincidental occurrences. Motivations of slaughter deriving from unfortunate situations (his lack of communication to the outside galaxy), his mental health being severely hampered due to both genetic mutation and malnutrition resulting in a psychotic maniac with sporadic homicidal tendencies. He can act fine and dandy for a moment, and cash in all his chips at a whim to become an almost sickeningly terrible murder-tyrant.
Starting Technique:
[ST-1]Life Sense: A simple Ki sense, Sickle detects the nearby ki of living creatures nearby and can distinctly tell between two differing signatures.
[CT-1]"I've Got My Eyes On You!": A direct use of Sickle's Ki to fire two lasers from his eyes, he aims for the chest to attempt to pierce their flesh.
[ST-1]Flight: A simple use of Ki to stay suspended in the air and effectively fly.
[PT-1]"You Flesh Feels Like Pillows": Winding back his fist, Sickle punches the opponent dramatically and fabulously.
[ST-1]"Look at me!": A rather simple Ki manipulation technique, Sickle forms an intangible clone of himself out of his Ki that cannot be interacted with aside from speech and appearance. It looks, senses, and acts identical to Sickle, even sharing his mind and personality, but is unable to be touched, hurt, or damaged. When someone attempts to damage the clone, it dissipates into a fine dust that settles on the ground, before blowing away. This clone is not bound to his appearance, and can physically be different than him in small ways. It's Ki is identical to Sickle's and is him to a degree.
[PT-1]"This is going to hurt": Rearing back his head while close to his opponent, he strikes them as hard as he can with the globe on his head, preferably in their head.
Example Roleplay:
Cold... Yes, that describes the sensation well. The freezing weight of snow settling around Sickle's unmoving body. He was accustomed to this feeling, this piercing impression against his skin that left him biting his lip. The irony causing him to chuckle in the dank hole he had burrowed himself into. Why would a Frost Demon be cold?
His face was pressed against the visor of his biosuit, his hot breath fogging the glass-like screen. He had been out in this hell for only a few mere days, yet his brain had yet to catch onto the realization of what type of situation he was in. Just a few weeks prior, he was pampered. His parents were intergalactic pop stars, and he had everything handed to him on a platter. He was a king.
Now, look at him. Lost. Forgotten. Beyond saving by even the closest of family.
Stranded on an unknown planet, unaccustomed to the cold and unable to properly feel his fingertips. It seemed like all was lost. His eyes began to tear up, and his small figure curl into the fetal position. The depression of the situation seeping into his mind as he lay, ready to die in the glacial weather. Lack of food, no more family members to care for him, a bitter taste was left hanging in his mouth as he tried to find inside his heart a will to keep going on. Something to drive him forward. Something to keep him going...
Then he heard a noise.
A light shuffle of feet, and the breaking of a twig. His eyes shot open with such vigor, and he slowly dragged himself out of the burrow and watched with awe as a small herd of deer was walking by nearby, grazing for what little remaining grass may poke through the white wintry powder. His tears beginning to cease, and his heart racing with excitement. The beauty of nature filled his empty heart and gave him that extra push he needed to keep going. The inspiration for life. What he needed to not give up.
And that was to kill everything.
Sickle's hate-filled heart boiled over as it saw the baby deer with its family, and with a quickness unmatched, he butchered the whole deer family horribly, painting the pale landscape crimson. He dragged the mutilated corpses of the cervids back to his burrow, decorating it in a sick and demented way.
He would show the world... No... The universe, what it was like to lose someone you love. His mission would not end at a few deer, it had much larger ambitions. For now, he eats, preparing for the time ahead. One day, he will leave this godforsaken rock, and with it, his vengeance will spread like a plague upon the galaxies. May his survivors rue the day he returns for their heads.
His face was pressed against the visor of his biosuit, his hot breath fogging the glass-like screen. He had been out in this hell for only a few mere days, yet his brain had yet to catch onto the realization of what type of situation he was in. Just a few weeks prior, he was pampered. His parents were intergalactic pop stars, and he had everything handed to him on a platter. He was a king.
Now, look at him. Lost. Forgotten. Beyond saving by even the closest of family.
Stranded on an unknown planet, unaccustomed to the cold and unable to properly feel his fingertips. It seemed like all was lost. His eyes began to tear up, and his small figure curl into the fetal position. The depression of the situation seeping into his mind as he lay, ready to die in the glacial weather. Lack of food, no more family members to care for him, a bitter taste was left hanging in his mouth as he tried to find inside his heart a will to keep going on. Something to drive him forward. Something to keep him going...
Then he heard a noise.
A light shuffle of feet, and the breaking of a twig. His eyes shot open with such vigor, and he slowly dragged himself out of the burrow and watched with awe as a small herd of deer was walking by nearby, grazing for what little remaining grass may poke through the white wintry powder. His tears beginning to cease, and his heart racing with excitement. The beauty of nature filled his empty heart and gave him that extra push he needed to keep going. The inspiration for life. What he needed to not give up.
And that was to kill everything.
Sickle's hate-filled heart boiled over as it saw the baby deer with its family, and with a quickness unmatched, he butchered the whole deer family horribly, painting the pale landscape crimson. He dragged the mutilated corpses of the cervids back to his burrow, decorating it in a sick and demented way.
He would show the world... No... The universe, what it was like to lose someone you love. His mission would not end at a few deer, it had much larger ambitions. For now, he eats, preparing for the time ahead. One day, he will leave this godforsaken rock, and with it, his vengeance will spread like a plague upon the galaxies. May his survivors rue the day he returns for their heads.
