05-23-2009, 04:24 PM
Name: Vincent Elazi
Age: Seventeen
Race: Half Saiyan (Saiyan Dominant.)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Kajin Rala
Profession: Prize-Fighter
Starting Abilities: Sense Ki. Foresight.
Fighting Style: A bastardization of moves and skills he has picked up over time, made into a working style by way of natural ability, and his strong foresight.
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 25%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 25%
Short Bio:
Vincent was born on Vegeta-sei, son of a Saiyan father and his servant mother. His birth, and even his mother's pregnancy was well hidden from his father; the Elder Saiyan learning that he had fathered a child only after both boy and mother had been spirited away by another sympathetic 'servant'.
They came to Kajin Rala stowed away in a shipping crate with a handful of others, and though terrified at the prospect of a new world, the small community came to quickly love their home. Still terrified, if irrationally, that their former masters would come searching, a small village was founded far from the star port and any other communities, self sufficient as possible.
It was in this environment that Vincent grew into a man. Weak and somewhat meek throughout his childhood, Vincent held none of the traits one would associate with the brutal Saiyan race.
This began to change with his final growth spurt; as suddenly the young man did not know his own strength, damaging supplies, buildings, and even his childhood friend Anastacia. As his strength grew, so did the worry of the villagers. Their power was weak, something a scouter would never stumble upon, but if his power continued to grow, it was possible they might be found.
Soon enough the concern came to a head, an upset villager screaming at the impressionable young man. His mind already tormented by the wounds he had inflicted on his friend, Vincent asked the village as a whole. Though many cared for him, all were worried.
He left not long after. Taking with him only a few changes of clothing and a few day's provisions. He was not alone however, his now healed friend following in his wake, determined to stick by him, to the bitter end.
General Description:
Vincent has changed significantly since his youth in the wilderness, and his appearance reflects that rather well. Still young, the half-breed regarded and carried himself like a boy, one unused to his new power.
He was lithe, smooth skin overlaying hard muscle from hard work and genetics. Still, he was slim, tall and pale, factors that only enhanced what his friend termed, boyish good looks. What flesh he revealed from day to day showed a handful of scars, remnants of a childhood of clumsy activity.
Atop his head lay a small mop of silver hair, cut short and scraggly, out of his eyes and hanging down about his ears. Just beneath those few wisps of hair, lay emerald eyes, captivating and vibrant, arguably his most memorable feature.
Role-play Sample:
The mid-season was beautiful on Kajin Rala. It was true that the planet could be considered a paradise to outsiders, but to a lifelong resident of the planet's most temperate band such as Vincent; some days were better than others. The mid-season, between the wetness of late spring, and the heat of early summer, was one of those times.
"Vincent!" The female voice rang crystal clear as the blue sky he had been staring so blankly into, though with a biting edge to it that caused the young Saiyan to straighten up onto his elbows. From his vantage, he could see Lily, her face scrunched in annoyance as she worked her way up the small hill upon which he lay.
Like most, her cloths were patchwork, third generation hand me downs that still managed to make the redhead look good enough to set Vincent blushing at the thought. She was barefoot, though that last bit was by choice, her shoes resting in the handmade basket held in one crooked elbow.
"Vincent..." She repeated, growing closer now as he sat upright, her tone losing a little of its edge.
"Lily." He replied, tone polite, matter of fact.
That drew a blow, basket falling to her hand a moment before it struck him, a few of her collected berries bouncing free to land beside him as he clutched at his head. The blow hadn't hurt of course, Lily hadn't been able to do him any real damage in over a year, since he had begun developing. It was merely simpler to let her feel like she'd done something, than take the tongue lashing.
"What'd I do?" Vincent murmured, pulling himself upright, rubbing at the side of his head.
"What didn't you-" She said, fuming as she knelt to collect the berries. "You're supposed to be collecting food, not watching the clouds."
She was right, as she always was. "I was training... meditation." He bluffed.
And the blows continued to fall.
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Age: Seventeen
Race: Half Saiyan (Saiyan Dominant.)
Sex: Male
Starting Planet: Kajin Rala
Profession: Prize-Fighter
Starting Abilities: Sense Ki. Foresight.
Fighting Style: A bastardization of moves and skills he has picked up over time, made into a working style by way of natural ability, and his strong foresight.
Trait: Defiant
Stats:
Strength - 25%
Focus - 25%
Endurance - 25%
Agility - 25%
Short Bio:
Vincent was born on Vegeta-sei, son of a Saiyan father and his servant mother. His birth, and even his mother's pregnancy was well hidden from his father; the Elder Saiyan learning that he had fathered a child only after both boy and mother had been spirited away by another sympathetic 'servant'.
They came to Kajin Rala stowed away in a shipping crate with a handful of others, and though terrified at the prospect of a new world, the small community came to quickly love their home. Still terrified, if irrationally, that their former masters would come searching, a small village was founded far from the star port and any other communities, self sufficient as possible.
It was in this environment that Vincent grew into a man. Weak and somewhat meek throughout his childhood, Vincent held none of the traits one would associate with the brutal Saiyan race.
This began to change with his final growth spurt; as suddenly the young man did not know his own strength, damaging supplies, buildings, and even his childhood friend Anastacia. As his strength grew, so did the worry of the villagers. Their power was weak, something a scouter would never stumble upon, but if his power continued to grow, it was possible they might be found.
Soon enough the concern came to a head, an upset villager screaming at the impressionable young man. His mind already tormented by the wounds he had inflicted on his friend, Vincent asked the village as a whole. Though many cared for him, all were worried.
He left not long after. Taking with him only a few changes of clothing and a few day's provisions. He was not alone however, his now healed friend following in his wake, determined to stick by him, to the bitter end.
General Description:
Vincent has changed significantly since his youth in the wilderness, and his appearance reflects that rather well. Still young, the half-breed regarded and carried himself like a boy, one unused to his new power.
He was lithe, smooth skin overlaying hard muscle from hard work and genetics. Still, he was slim, tall and pale, factors that only enhanced what his friend termed, boyish good looks. What flesh he revealed from day to day showed a handful of scars, remnants of a childhood of clumsy activity.
Atop his head lay a small mop of silver hair, cut short and scraggly, out of his eyes and hanging down about his ears. Just beneath those few wisps of hair, lay emerald eyes, captivating and vibrant, arguably his most memorable feature.
Role-play Sample:
The mid-season was beautiful on Kajin Rala. It was true that the planet could be considered a paradise to outsiders, but to a lifelong resident of the planet's most temperate band such as Vincent; some days were better than others. The mid-season, between the wetness of late spring, and the heat of early summer, was one of those times.
"Vincent!" The female voice rang crystal clear as the blue sky he had been staring so blankly into, though with a biting edge to it that caused the young Saiyan to straighten up onto his elbows. From his vantage, he could see Lily, her face scrunched in annoyance as she worked her way up the small hill upon which he lay.
Like most, her cloths were patchwork, third generation hand me downs that still managed to make the redhead look good enough to set Vincent blushing at the thought. She was barefoot, though that last bit was by choice, her shoes resting in the handmade basket held in one crooked elbow.
"Vincent..." She repeated, growing closer now as he sat upright, her tone losing a little of its edge.
"Lily." He replied, tone polite, matter of fact.
That drew a blow, basket falling to her hand a moment before it struck him, a few of her collected berries bouncing free to land beside him as he clutched at his head. The blow hadn't hurt of course, Lily hadn't been able to do him any real damage in over a year, since he had begun developing. It was merely simpler to let her feel like she'd done something, than take the tongue lashing.
"What'd I do?" Vincent murmured, pulling himself upright, rubbing at the side of his head.
"What didn't you-" She said, fuming as she knelt to collect the berries. "You're supposed to be collecting food, not watching the clouds."
She was right, as she always was. "I was training... meditation." He bluffed.
And the blows continued to fall.
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