Lemme know what you think as I go.

[OldCell]

Well, I'm currently on the fence of whether or not to keep Cell or switch to my badass custom, so I'm gonna put up some of my ideas on this thread and see what you all think. Here's as couple of ideas for a start.

Basically my custom will start as a priest in a small village, and after an incident with Ki users, will regard it as blasphemy and go on a crusade to destroy those who use it in a way he does not approve of(basically all of them, just want to leave myself room to not attack every single person on the planet). More info on that to come as I decide to actually write my thoughts out.

Holy Nova: A blast of light explodes from the fighter, blinding those who look upon it. Similiar to the Ki technique Solar Flare, but covering a complete radius around the fighter and requiring no words to activate.

Righteous Flame: The fighter's body is covered in holy fury, engulfing him in flames that cause him no harm. Every time his body comes into contact with an enemy, flames leap from the fighter onto his opponent, sticking to them like napalm and causing moderate burn damage as well as weakening the foe's connection to Ki, dampening their energy and making their Ki attacks less effective.

Purify: The fighter splits into four forms around his enemy, the holy sign of the sacred dragon appearing in the air around or on the ground underneath the intended opponent, depending on the situation. From the seal of the Dragon a vertical beam of intense light erupts, damaging anything caught in the blast considrably as well as cutting their access to Ki completely for a short time. Often used right after Holy Nova. After the attack is finished his forms rejoin.

Ability:
Fanaticism: Due to his eternal hunt for all demon-worshipping users of Ki energy, the fighter always finds himself able to fight on until victory or defeat, being able to push himself far beyond the limits of a normal organic being, and rendering him immune to battle fatigue.

[Celena]

Keep cell and develop him. At least until the turnover. You're doing pretty good with Cell. I've been reading your work since you first joined. A newbie's never impressed me like you. Keep it up.

[OldCell]

(Still haven't decided on a name yet, I'll just call him Pita for now)

"May the Sacred Dragon continue to watch over our Village, and guide out hearts."
As the rest of those gathered repeated after him, Pita looked proudly upon the villagers, his family and friends, fellow believers in the Dragon. Shaking their hands and receiving the customary compliments, Pita felt fantastic, the feeling of a shared faith that never grew old, and never failed to provide. Sliding the robes of the Dragon from his body, Pita picked up an ax, going immediately from worship to work cutting wood.

The life of a worshiper of the Dragon was not easy, but it satisfied, and was not without it's joys. Due to a combination of effort and faith, Pita was considerably stronger than the average human, and he occasionally had friendly spars with members of his congregation, though he never lost. As the wood chips scattered beneath the blade of his ax, Pita heard a scream. Stopping his work for the moment, he saw a pair of the village children running from out of the forest the village was hidden within, a huge bear in pursuit.

Sprinting after the trio, Pita jumped into the air, slamming his body against the creature of the forest, sending it toppling over. Rolling completely over, the bear righted itself, roaring at the simple priest who had positioned himself between the bear and it's intended meal. "I told you not to go into the forest unsupervised, children. Now you have forced me to kill," said Pita, a hard edge in his voice as he kept his eyes on the bear.

The bear lunged forward, it's claws descending on the comparitively small man of the cloth. Interlacing his fingers in between the bear's claws, Pita managed to stop the attack, his muscles straining with the effort. Pushing the bear back, Pita delivered a powerful blow the the bear's face, hoping the conflict could be ended by persuading the animal that food would be easier obtained elsewhere.

The bear retaliated instantly, it's paw catching Pita across the face, throwing him several feet. As he landed, Pita heard a scream and a sickening crack, and as he flipped back onto his feet the smell of fresh blood flooded into his nostrils. Pita saw the body of one of the children, dangling limply from the mouth of the bear, blood dripping down onto the ground. Before Pita could react, he heard a loud noise, and the bear dropped to the ground, killed instantly. Looking for the source of the sounds, Pita saw his best friend, Aern, lifting up his rifle. Shaking his head, Aern turned, walking inside. As the father of the child ran forward to remove his daughter from the jaws of the beast, the girl's mother began screaming at Pita.

Feeling a sense of pain like he'd never endured before, Pita silently absorbed all of her abuse, a single shining tear slowly sliding down his face. How could the Dragon have allowed this to happen?

(Any thoughts?)

[OldJanemba]

Thats pretty kool, but just like the other one said, you should stay as Cell, although this preist idea is pretty kool.........

[OldNoriAccount]

I would stay Cell, personally. He has so much potential. =/

[Celena]

Originally posted by Janemba
Thats pretty kool, but just like the other one said, you should stay as Cell, although this preist idea is pretty kool.........

The other one has a name.

[Piccolo55]

Aw, but me and Cell have so much history remeber remeber, that time when we fought...yeah...good times, goooood times.

[OldCell]

(Might as well keep it up, since I'm still not sure if I'm keeping Cell. Thought I might go with the name Thalias. Sounds priestly, eh?)

Sighing, Thalias walked forward. The air seemed to ripple around him three times, and when he reached his place, all four of him raised their hands in unison, the left gripping the right at the wrist. Small lines of light moved across the ground, forming the sign of the Sacred Dragon, pulsing with energy. The priest concentrated, focusing his slip minds together, manisfesting their faith into a tangible force, as the light from the Dragon Symbol grew.

Suddenly the light exploded upwards, the pillar of faith reaching into the heavens, bathing the corpse of the slain girl in purifying light. Darkness clouded the purity, and the pain and wrongness of the child's death tainted the holy energy, but Thalias' faith poured on. Narrowing his eyes, he made his light grow, overpowering the foul essence of a life taken too young.

As the light once again ran wholly white, it faded, the body cleansed and ready for burial. Without looking at the exhausted holy man, the girl's parents came forward, wrapping their baby in a shroud of green cloth, saying that it had been her favorite color. As they placed the lifeless flesh into the tiny coffin, Thalias noticed an emotion rarely seen in his people in their eyes: anger. He knew that he was blamed completely, and as he was the direct representative of the Sacred Dragon, the people's faith had weakened considerably as well. As his body become one again, he realized he was exhausted. Surely the Dragon had a plan for this, but there had to have been a better way.

Leaving the mourning people, the High Priest of the Sacred Dragon headed for the Temple, hoping his questions could be answered in prayer, needing to know the reason so much pain was necessary. As he entered the building, he kneeled before the Grand Alter, closing his eyes in prayer. Having followed him, the four other priests of the Dragon, Arad, Mia, Riah, and Naar came up behind him, taking their customary places, dropping to their knees and offering their prayers as well.