Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 11:26:56 GMT -5
Mephestas the Watcher
Name: Mephestas (Incubator Unit #557)
Age: 119
Gender: Male
Race: Incubator
Homeworld: PTO Controlled Space (Incubator Planet Inconsonas)
Starting Planet: Namek
Appearance:
He is not too unlike the average Incubator, however he sports green colors on his ears, and his eyes deep green like emeralds, his expression often unshowing of any real emotion, making it quite hard at times to understand exactly how he is feeling. He stands at a measly two feet, making him small in comparison to other races, but surprisingly large for an Incubator, his fur however remains pure white, not showing any real blemishes or imperfections, indeed there is little average about this Incubator unit, it possesses a good deal of intelligence, using this very gift to seek out information at a more effective pace than his counterparts.
Backstory:
Hailing from Inconsonas, the Incubator origin planet, he was once much like all the others, another numbered unit in the information gathering machine that is the Incubator. Their still developing emotions as a race seeking out knowledge, the greatest currency among their people. he however gained insight...A strange tailed being arrived at their planet one day, a war-hungry man seeking to destroy, his armor plating much like that of the Saiyan Empire that the Incubators had already identified and catalogued.
Incubator #557 sought this man out unlike the others who sat and watched him, his green eyes seemingly piercing the man's very soul, the Saiyan gave him the name of "Mephestas", explaining that it sounded fitting of his almost faux benign nature. Reacting in confusion, #557 merely played along, growing to understand this saiyan imperial as if he had learned "Friendship", the Saiyan told him of great things, sailing the stars in search of power, pillaging those who contest him, the ways of the Empire, all of these things developing the Incubator's intelligence, #557 soon taking up his nickname and traveling with the saiyan, he would find himself on Brench, and thus his story would indeed begin.
Techniques
(Defensive Tree)
Offense Tiers
- Mind Beam
[OT-1]
[li]Greater Mind Beam
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He can focus his mental ability even further to create a stronger beam of psychokinetic energy.
[OT-2]
[/ul]Support Tiers
- Telepathy
[ST-1]
[li]Mind Read
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Mephestas is able to delve into the minds of the willing, however he is unable to fight against those who intentionally lock him out.
[ST-1]
[li]Ki Sense
[/li]
Mephestas can detect energy levels of all organic beings.
[ST-1]
[li]Rapid Movement
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Mephestas's small stature makes him fast and almost slippery, evading many attacks that would otherwise be a direct hit.
[ST-1, can dodge up to 100% of his PL]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Hijacked PTO Pod (Old Spacepod)
Roleplay Example:
Location: Brench, Time: approximately midnight.
A Saiyan warrior sporting now defunct Imperial armor and a strange four-legged creature escape from a building, alarms blaring, it seems soldiers sporting PTO markings are not far behind them, attacking but missing as the two nimbly dodge each and every attack. Some hitting very close at times! The saiyan frantically spoke to the incubator, seeming pretty annoyed. "I told you not to talk about their mothers like that!" The Incubator gives a near emotionless response, clearly confused. "I do not understand why their maternal figures being spoken about in unflattering ways would prompt violence, are Brenchians always so hostile?"
"Not always, but I guess there's something about having your heritage mocked that brings out the worst in someone." The saiyan sarcastically responded with a smirk covering his face. He led the two around a corner, ducking into a doorway to which the incubator followed suit, the pto troops stopping right at the corner. "Where'd they go?! I swear they turned the corner, but I don't see em!" One of the soldiers remarked, another patting his shoulder, he pressed buttons on his scouter, looking forward, the saiyan frantically grabbed up the incubator and snuck away before the scouter could detect them hiding just around the corner. The soldier gave a sigh as it came up negative. "It's like they just vanished..." One of the other soldiers threw up his arms in frustration. "That green rat called my mom a breeding unit!! I'll make soup of that thing if I see it again!"
They left, defeated, the saiyan peaked around to make sure the coast was clear, motioning to the Incubator that it was safe. He stepped out with his hands behind his head, laughing. "I'm starting to think Mephestas is the most accurate name I could have given you. You're like a clueless devil." Mephestas casually strided out behind the Saiyan, speaking up in response. "I still do not understand, their mothers were indeed breeding units, otherwise they would not exist. Am I not correct?" The saiyan nodded a bit...Reluctantly. "Well, you're right in one way, wrong in another, see...Other races don't call their parents..."Breeding units". They usually play a bigger role than population control. Most of us don't regulate whether or not we can do...Those things, it kinda just happens."
Mephestas would tilt his head in confusion, not understanding the strange ways these other beings operated. "Oh my...That is very inefficient, that could cause resource deprivation, extinction of many beings, and overpopulation." This response made the saiyan scratch his head a bit, these Incubator were leagues different from everyone else he knew... "Well, we kinda like...Freedom. I dunno if you understand what that is?" "The ability to choose one's own actions as they see fit, to live life with minimal or no control of leadership. Indeed, the Incubators hold freedom, however we have surrendered some luxuries to increase efficiency, knowledge is our main priority, despair and negativity our fuel. You must understand that we gave up base desires long ago in the pursuit of understanding."
The Saiyan would laugh a bit, giving him a nod. "You Incubators are a weird lot, but for some reason I really have to respect that kind of dedication, not even the Saiyans have banded together for one goal that much." The two walked the streets, trying not to bring attention to themselves, there were a few citizens here and there, but this late at night brought very few out, and many were likely less than law abiding. the PTO may have been a strong alliance, but certainly even they weren't above having to dole justice to those working under the radar from time to time, not that these affairs mattered to the pair right now, they had more pressing matters to think about.
"We've drawn too much heat...With the death of the Empire, the pto has been looking to turn me in for fear of those Ceruleans coming down on them. I know I said we were going to stay a while, but plans have changed we need a better planet to hide on...I'm thinking Namek." The Incubator glanced up at him as they walked along, speaking with intrigue. "It is an unfortunate admittance that we Incubators have limited knowledge on Namekians and their world, it shall bring many opportunities to learn should we arrive there safely." The Saiyan didn't say much to that in response, but he did speak again. "Glad you feel that way, the place is remote, no Cerulean or PTO trash is gonna go looking for me there, we both have benefits to being there in that case. But we'll need a ride off of this rock."
"You mean a space pod correct? PTO space craft are rather standard issue, and worse yet, there is not one space craft that can be taken for free, however the ones given to scouts would suffice for our needs, provided we can procure one." "You mean we're gonna STEAL one. I like the way you think. We're already in trouble with these guys, not like one more offense is going to set us back with them." "Precisely, I shall allow you to lead our charge into acquiring this space craft. I trust your power will be enough to get us in well? They are many, but we are clever, I believe we will manage quite well so long as no elites are encountered. The common soldiers seem to be no greater than 1,000. Give or take perhaps 10 points of power. You however are somewhat stronger, Beese."
This comment made the saiyan shrug. "It's not ALL about power, so long as we don't have to fight, we don't have to worry about whose stronger, you get me Mephestas?" "Indeed, I do suppose I see it from that angle, it makes a degree of sense, however, we must surely opperate under a secondary plan in case we have to fight, correct?" Beese shook his head. "I don't make second plans little guy, you either go in all or nothing, or you're not putting enough faith in your first plan to work." "That is an odd way of seeing it, however it is perhaps of good character to think this way."
They waited a few more hours before making their way to the PTO academy, looking to take a PTO pod just as they had planned, Beese's nerves were shot as they snuck in over a fence, Mephestas however, did not understand exactly why one would be nervous with a plan they were so faithful in. They snuck along, using the building walls and cover of darkness to see that they had low visibility, the two had to find a hangar of sorts, if there was even one to begin with. Neither of them knew the inner workings of the PTO for sure, something that made this plan all the more difficult. yet they pressed on, this was their one sure way off of Brench, they had to go through with it, otherwise they could be caught, Mephestas understood Beese being caught meant he would be captured as an accomplice, something he obviously did not desire.
Though surprisingly, the two were actually quite slippery, avoiding the graveyard shift guards, managing to piece together locations with signs and directions placed about the area...They soon hit the jackpot, watching what were clearly scouts enter a building, suited up for travel. "There goes our ticket out. Come on, let's hurry in case they might be taking the last pods out. I don't know how many these people have, and I'd rather not fail because of a few moments of waiting." The incubator nodded, the two hurried to the building as quietly and unnoticed as they could be, they were close to their objective now, they both knew if they could manage just a little longer, they could relax and their plan would be a success.
They managed to sneak in by being clever, Beese grabbed the door very carefully as they caught up to the last scout entering the place, not letting it shut so the PTO would be no wiser to the pair entering in. Especially if the door was auto-locking, like one would expect a military base to have a lot of. The two manage to sneak in behind the scouts as they all prepped their [ods, they ducked behind some crates, Beese whispering to the green Incubator. "Let's wait for one of those to be ready for launch, I know how to pilot them, but the start up takes time, we wait until it's ready and then they can't catch us." Mephestas would give no more than a nod as they waited for the Scouts to go through start up procedures, watching as they checked off various things, making sure each pod was prepped for the cold depths of space, they likely couldn't afford losing one to mechanical issue.
However, it seems their waiting game finally paid off, an engineer of sorts gave them a thumbs up, and each began getting into their pods...But with that, Beese jumped out from behind the crates, yelling to the incubator. "Now's our chance, run for one of the pods!!" The duo eyed the pod furthest to the right, the Saiyan pushing the scout aside with ease as the two climbed into the pod, Beese reached out and gave a quick blast to the cockpits of the other open pods, making sure they couldn't be followed so quickly, he took the liberty of shutting the door to their own pod which was thankfully enough to stop a blast aimed right for them, the alarms on the base began to sound as the two blasted off towards the stratosphere. With no ships readily available to chase in the chaos of it all, they managed a clean getaway as the PTO troops could only uselessly fire blasts off in their direction, they were wanted now, but they were going to hide anyway...The cramped pod holding the EX-Imperial and the strange Green Incubator hurdled off into the black abyss, going right for Namek, hopefully within a few hours time it would safely land on the remote green planet. The two would have to hope they could be so easily followed now.
A Saiyan warrior sporting now defunct Imperial armor and a strange four-legged creature escape from a building, alarms blaring, it seems soldiers sporting PTO markings are not far behind them, attacking but missing as the two nimbly dodge each and every attack. Some hitting very close at times! The saiyan frantically spoke to the incubator, seeming pretty annoyed. "I told you not to talk about their mothers like that!" The Incubator gives a near emotionless response, clearly confused. "I do not understand why their maternal figures being spoken about in unflattering ways would prompt violence, are Brenchians always so hostile?"
"Not always, but I guess there's something about having your heritage mocked that brings out the worst in someone." The saiyan sarcastically responded with a smirk covering his face. He led the two around a corner, ducking into a doorway to which the incubator followed suit, the pto troops stopping right at the corner. "Where'd they go?! I swear they turned the corner, but I don't see em!" One of the soldiers remarked, another patting his shoulder, he pressed buttons on his scouter, looking forward, the saiyan frantically grabbed up the incubator and snuck away before the scouter could detect them hiding just around the corner. The soldier gave a sigh as it came up negative. "It's like they just vanished..." One of the other soldiers threw up his arms in frustration. "That green rat called my mom a breeding unit!! I'll make soup of that thing if I see it again!"
They left, defeated, the saiyan peaked around to make sure the coast was clear, motioning to the Incubator that it was safe. He stepped out with his hands behind his head, laughing. "I'm starting to think Mephestas is the most accurate name I could have given you. You're like a clueless devil." Mephestas casually strided out behind the Saiyan, speaking up in response. "I still do not understand, their mothers were indeed breeding units, otherwise they would not exist. Am I not correct?" The saiyan nodded a bit...Reluctantly. "Well, you're right in one way, wrong in another, see...Other races don't call their parents..."Breeding units". They usually play a bigger role than population control. Most of us don't regulate whether or not we can do...Those things, it kinda just happens."
Mephestas would tilt his head in confusion, not understanding the strange ways these other beings operated. "Oh my...That is very inefficient, that could cause resource deprivation, extinction of many beings, and overpopulation." This response made the saiyan scratch his head a bit, these Incubator were leagues different from everyone else he knew... "Well, we kinda like...Freedom. I dunno if you understand what that is?" "The ability to choose one's own actions as they see fit, to live life with minimal or no control of leadership. Indeed, the Incubators hold freedom, however we have surrendered some luxuries to increase efficiency, knowledge is our main priority, despair and negativity our fuel. You must understand that we gave up base desires long ago in the pursuit of understanding."
The Saiyan would laugh a bit, giving him a nod. "You Incubators are a weird lot, but for some reason I really have to respect that kind of dedication, not even the Saiyans have banded together for one goal that much." The two walked the streets, trying not to bring attention to themselves, there were a few citizens here and there, but this late at night brought very few out, and many were likely less than law abiding. the PTO may have been a strong alliance, but certainly even they weren't above having to dole justice to those working under the radar from time to time, not that these affairs mattered to the pair right now, they had more pressing matters to think about.
"We've drawn too much heat...With the death of the Empire, the pto has been looking to turn me in for fear of those Ceruleans coming down on them. I know I said we were going to stay a while, but plans have changed we need a better planet to hide on...I'm thinking Namek." The Incubator glanced up at him as they walked along, speaking with intrigue. "It is an unfortunate admittance that we Incubators have limited knowledge on Namekians and their world, it shall bring many opportunities to learn should we arrive there safely." The Saiyan didn't say much to that in response, but he did speak again. "Glad you feel that way, the place is remote, no Cerulean or PTO trash is gonna go looking for me there, we both have benefits to being there in that case. But we'll need a ride off of this rock."
"You mean a space pod correct? PTO space craft are rather standard issue, and worse yet, there is not one space craft that can be taken for free, however the ones given to scouts would suffice for our needs, provided we can procure one." "You mean we're gonna STEAL one. I like the way you think. We're already in trouble with these guys, not like one more offense is going to set us back with them." "Precisely, I shall allow you to lead our charge into acquiring this space craft. I trust your power will be enough to get us in well? They are many, but we are clever, I believe we will manage quite well so long as no elites are encountered. The common soldiers seem to be no greater than 1,000. Give or take perhaps 10 points of power. You however are somewhat stronger, Beese."
This comment made the saiyan shrug. "It's not ALL about power, so long as we don't have to fight, we don't have to worry about whose stronger, you get me Mephestas?" "Indeed, I do suppose I see it from that angle, it makes a degree of sense, however, we must surely opperate under a secondary plan in case we have to fight, correct?" Beese shook his head. "I don't make second plans little guy, you either go in all or nothing, or you're not putting enough faith in your first plan to work." "That is an odd way of seeing it, however it is perhaps of good character to think this way."
They waited a few more hours before making their way to the PTO academy, looking to take a PTO pod just as they had planned, Beese's nerves were shot as they snuck in over a fence, Mephestas however, did not understand exactly why one would be nervous with a plan they were so faithful in. They snuck along, using the building walls and cover of darkness to see that they had low visibility, the two had to find a hangar of sorts, if there was even one to begin with. Neither of them knew the inner workings of the PTO for sure, something that made this plan all the more difficult. yet they pressed on, this was their one sure way off of Brench, they had to go through with it, otherwise they could be caught, Mephestas understood Beese being caught meant he would be captured as an accomplice, something he obviously did not desire.
Though surprisingly, the two were actually quite slippery, avoiding the graveyard shift guards, managing to piece together locations with signs and directions placed about the area...They soon hit the jackpot, watching what were clearly scouts enter a building, suited up for travel. "There goes our ticket out. Come on, let's hurry in case they might be taking the last pods out. I don't know how many these people have, and I'd rather not fail because of a few moments of waiting." The incubator nodded, the two hurried to the building as quietly and unnoticed as they could be, they were close to their objective now, they both knew if they could manage just a little longer, they could relax and their plan would be a success.
They managed to sneak in by being clever, Beese grabbed the door very carefully as they caught up to the last scout entering the place, not letting it shut so the PTO would be no wiser to the pair entering in. Especially if the door was auto-locking, like one would expect a military base to have a lot of. The two manage to sneak in behind the scouts as they all prepped their [ods, they ducked behind some crates, Beese whispering to the green Incubator. "Let's wait for one of those to be ready for launch, I know how to pilot them, but the start up takes time, we wait until it's ready and then they can't catch us." Mephestas would give no more than a nod as they waited for the Scouts to go through start up procedures, watching as they checked off various things, making sure each pod was prepped for the cold depths of space, they likely couldn't afford losing one to mechanical issue.
However, it seems their waiting game finally paid off, an engineer of sorts gave them a thumbs up, and each began getting into their pods...But with that, Beese jumped out from behind the crates, yelling to the incubator. "Now's our chance, run for one of the pods!!" The duo eyed the pod furthest to the right, the Saiyan pushing the scout aside with ease as the two climbed into the pod, Beese reached out and gave a quick blast to the cockpits of the other open pods, making sure they couldn't be followed so quickly, he took the liberty of shutting the door to their own pod which was thankfully enough to stop a blast aimed right for them, the alarms on the base began to sound as the two blasted off towards the stratosphere. With no ships readily available to chase in the chaos of it all, they managed a clean getaway as the PTO troops could only uselessly fire blasts off in their direction, they were wanted now, but they were going to hide anyway...The cramped pod holding the EX-Imperial and the strange Green Incubator hurdled off into the black abyss, going right for Namek, hopefully within a few hours time it would safely land on the remote green planet. The two would have to hope they could be so easily followed now.
Reward Requested: Zeni Please.
