03-21-2008, 01:21 AM
Name: Cain
Race: Half Saiyan/Half Human
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio:
Cain is an outcast of the normal Saiyan society as he is only a half blood and as such his abilities have always been looked down on. It was something he had to deal with ever since his birth since he lacked the want to fight. His stubbornness seemed like a lack of fighting talent as more often then naught he would just stand around the training fields. It was for these reasons they cast him out of their cities on his own. He knew that they hoped that the harsh conditions would either kill him or sharpen his wits but from that point on he took his own path. He knew that he was an excellent fighter but to him there was no reason for such worthless struggle.
He made his home in the wastelands of his home world training his body as he saw fit. He even found his own way to survive the harsh barren wastelands even if sometimes it got him in trouble with the locals. Over the years he has progressed enough into a fine warrior that those who had wished him death began to respect him. Cain found sport in excepting random challenges from his passing kind but still he felt a hatred from his abandonment that could not be quenched by mere spars. His goal was to eventually show them that he two had what it took to be considered renowned among their ranks. Sadly his lineage is lost to him and he might not ever be able to place himself using such information.
General Description:
Cain is young saiyan about eighteen years in age. He has the build of a young human teenager as well as the look of one. He has green eyes, sleek white hair, and somewhat of a light tan. He is normally clothed a loose black training gi with black and grey boots, and wrist bands. His gi has some grey trimming around its edges as well as a few buttons. A white colored tail hangs around his waste like a belt.
Starting Moves: Power Ball, Energy Barrier, Eye Beams, Mouth Blast, and Prison Ball
Role-play Sample:
Wind swept over the rock like terrain under Cain’s feet sweeping up dust which found its way over the terrain towards one of the walled cities where the cloak figure’s gaze now lingered. He seemed to be lost in thought as if the wall would spell out what he was to do. His motionless body didn’t send any sign of intent to attack let alone move. Still he felt as if someone somewhere was gazing back at him. It was an awkward feeling that didn’t bother him but in that instant he found himself shifting his body letting a hood fall over his face.
The figure now moved back towards the wasteland as if he had received the answer he was looking for but what was it. He wasn’t sure why he was even standing there but it gave him some comfort being bale to look on his home from where he was now forced to stay. The guards around the city he normally visited seemed unusually tight this time around. Perhaps words of his intrusions reached their ears but not even that seemed to make since to him. He was no threat to them.
Something was amiss and Cain wanted to know what it was. Still how to approach such a place being an outcast for his past actions. Would they even let him enter the city or was this trouble something that related to him in some way. He hoped no one was using his name to cause more trouble then he already did himself. The last thing he needed was his own kind hunting him down like a dog. The white haired stray stood behind a large rock that had been rattled with holes just pondering what he should do.
It was about time he went home for a change. Perhaps he should finally make use of his talents in some way that could help his people. Maybe he could lessen the strain that his former home now felt form its own people inside. Even thou it was a small base it was not without its purpose to their king. The thought that the crown might fall down on him was a thought he did not want to bear for much longer. He couldn’t keep running and he couldn’t stay out of the fight that his kind waged their entire lives for much longer.
Starting Statistics:
Strength: 50
Constitution: 150
Agility: 50
Insight: 150
Technique: 50
Willpower: 150
Race: Half Saiyan/Half Human
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Fighting Style: Cunning
Short Bio:
Cain is an outcast of the normal Saiyan society as he is only a half blood and as such his abilities have always been looked down on. It was something he had to deal with ever since his birth since he lacked the want to fight. His stubbornness seemed like a lack of fighting talent as more often then naught he would just stand around the training fields. It was for these reasons they cast him out of their cities on his own. He knew that they hoped that the harsh conditions would either kill him or sharpen his wits but from that point on he took his own path. He knew that he was an excellent fighter but to him there was no reason for such worthless struggle.
He made his home in the wastelands of his home world training his body as he saw fit. He even found his own way to survive the harsh barren wastelands even if sometimes it got him in trouble with the locals. Over the years he has progressed enough into a fine warrior that those who had wished him death began to respect him. Cain found sport in excepting random challenges from his passing kind but still he felt a hatred from his abandonment that could not be quenched by mere spars. His goal was to eventually show them that he two had what it took to be considered renowned among their ranks. Sadly his lineage is lost to him and he might not ever be able to place himself using such information.
General Description:
Cain is young saiyan about eighteen years in age. He has the build of a young human teenager as well as the look of one. He has green eyes, sleek white hair, and somewhat of a light tan. He is normally clothed a loose black training gi with black and grey boots, and wrist bands. His gi has some grey trimming around its edges as well as a few buttons. A white colored tail hangs around his waste like a belt.
Starting Moves: Power Ball, Energy Barrier, Eye Beams, Mouth Blast, and Prison Ball
Role-play Sample:
Wind swept over the rock like terrain under Cain’s feet sweeping up dust which found its way over the terrain towards one of the walled cities where the cloak figure’s gaze now lingered. He seemed to be lost in thought as if the wall would spell out what he was to do. His motionless body didn’t send any sign of intent to attack let alone move. Still he felt as if someone somewhere was gazing back at him. It was an awkward feeling that didn’t bother him but in that instant he found himself shifting his body letting a hood fall over his face.
The figure now moved back towards the wasteland as if he had received the answer he was looking for but what was it. He wasn’t sure why he was even standing there but it gave him some comfort being bale to look on his home from where he was now forced to stay. The guards around the city he normally visited seemed unusually tight this time around. Perhaps words of his intrusions reached their ears but not even that seemed to make since to him. He was no threat to them.
Something was amiss and Cain wanted to know what it was. Still how to approach such a place being an outcast for his past actions. Would they even let him enter the city or was this trouble something that related to him in some way. He hoped no one was using his name to cause more trouble then he already did himself. The last thing he needed was his own kind hunting him down like a dog. The white haired stray stood behind a large rock that had been rattled with holes just pondering what he should do.
It was about time he went home for a change. Perhaps he should finally make use of his talents in some way that could help his people. Maybe he could lessen the strain that his former home now felt form its own people inside. Even thou it was a small base it was not without its purpose to their king. The thought that the crown might fall down on him was a thought he did not want to bear for much longer. He couldn’t keep running and he couldn’t stay out of the fight that his kind waged their entire lives for much longer.
Starting Statistics:
Strength: 50
Constitution: 150
Agility: 50
Insight: 150
Technique: 50
Willpower: 150
