Snippar Sol (Transfer)

''Nothing said or done will quell this. It will not stop until you are dragon, requesting redemption and soliciting penance. My mercy will be cold and negligent comparable only to your blackened lips, heart and mind. My actions of Will, will be for the unknown truth and purest love. I will traverse the paths and unlock the gates, yet I'll remain as Sentinel and Shepherd, The Waiting One for The Fallen as I've described. ''
 

 (Character drawn by Luniara.)









Name:



Snippar, Sol or any number of conceived interesting names. (Snippar tanslates into a pepper, while Sol means Star)















Alias: Optional, nickname/codename/title/identity



: Snip's, Sol.















Species:



Sayian















Gender:



Male, though he may display the sexual traits of a male, the creature has a more feminine composure compared to his rough build as a Sayian, due to his anatomy.















Age:



Collectively, his age measures in the area of his late Adult hood; Thirty of Age.















Appearance:



Snippar's clothing is usually made for the survival situations he has been placed in for most of his life. His outfit generally consists of first a high collared dark black jacket that he has buttoned up to the point of covering up to his nose, the buttons being metallic like clasps spaced at around every three inches down the front of the jacket itself, instead of the usual placement under the throat. The jacket itself is missing a sleeve on his right arm, instead folded over and sewn down at the shoulder into a padded shoulder ruffle almost to help support the jacket but nothing more. This arm is instead covered in a Skin-tight black cloth stocking almost that covers his fingers, hand, and his arm all the way up to likely his throat int he tight spandex like material. Wrapped around this material is then a large amount of leather bindings and blue cloth wraps to add texture and color to it. On his hand he wears a finger-less black leather glove which has a metal plate on its back, and over each knuckle, as well as a metal pad over his elbow and along the back of his forearm obviously designed for defensive combat







The left arm of it is normal up to its elbow, in which it is tucked up into a large gauntlet of black leather with the same metallic clasps going up its side to hold it in place with leather and metal bindings. On the back of the Gauntlet is the deign of a Sayian crest, around the outside of the Gauntlet is a slight frill where the jacket widens a bit and expands where it is tucked underneath the gauntlet itself. The next part of Snippar's outfit would be at how his jacket is cut off just at mid-abb level, revealing the same black spandex like materiel beneath the jacket, he wears a pair of pitch black baggy cargo pants that are placed and tucked into heavy black leather hunting boots that are tied tight up to mid-shin. They hold metal plates over their fronts and sides, metal clasping the sue of laces of any sort. Over this he wears what appears to be what was once an old cloak, dark blue tinted with red and black torn to shreds in many places, he wears wrapped and tied around his waist tucked up underneath his heavy black belt with a dark metal clasp so it hangs over and underneath the belt itself.







Snippar is a fairly normal teenage Sayian, as a whole, he stands at an even five foot eleven inches, and seems to weigh around a hundred and sixty-ish pounds if one was to try and pick him up. However though he is not overly heavy or large, he makes up for it with his muscle, his body is perfectly trained physically holding every single muscle defined and built. Each detail of his muscle and build across his body is based around his physical perfection, one could call his body sculpted and broad. His calves, thighs, biceps, triceps, chest and shoulders, even his forearms are lined with strong defined muscle from constantly working out physically and putting high stress and power on his body. Over this perfectly muscled and built physical form is a dark toned almost olive beach-boy tan skin, nearly is slander in origin, coated in thin razor like scar's that crisscross over mostly his arms however a few line his chest and legs. As well he holds a distinct scaring over his back as if whips have constantly cracked over them as one would expect from a slave to have in their past lives. One who knows such things would also notice that along his finger's his nails and fingertips show the signs of torture, being lined with scar tissue from them being constantly poked, sliced and split.







Now to his face, his face is well angled and proportioned to his body having higher set cheekbones and almond shaped eyes that are usually opened-serious showing the eyes being the tone of a Light Brown. These eyes of course, holding vertical catlike pupils contrasting oddly with his dark black charcoal like silky hair that runs along his ear's stopping at the mid-section of his neck (base). He wears it in a bedhead type fashion most of the time, (or he keeps it like a females, long flowing and free), usually kept that way form his bandana, the initial shape being that of it falling about his eyes and cheeks lazily he just splits it at his eyes so he can see, normally it is hard to get it changed from its naturally spiky state since a sayians hair never changes after birth. His smile is one of larger teeth, these teeth are all sharpened naturally much like a average sayian, showing a big smile when he wants it but usually preferring to simply raise his left eyebrow and smirk, as he see's that as ''cooler'' so to speak, if he does smile it shows off his larger teeth purely white and well-cared for, his Canines are about three times larger and sharper then most normally are. As far as the skin along his face, though he bears no elaborate scar's he is clean shaved except for some small sideburns that stop around his ear's bottoms, as well as two Golden rings pierced into his earlobes themselves, normally they're removed. The skin of his face though it lacks scar's instead sports a lining of tone that cover his face from one cheek over the bridge of his slim rounded nose to the other cheek in speckles of dark brown barely noticeable until the light hits him. On his left bicep his last name, "Sol" running down his arm in studded black letter's with designs of black fire tracing along the letter's edges. Snippar usually has three sets of attire, his main. His secondary: Which consists of his sayian battle armor, skin tight material clad in black, with his armoring modified to reduce weight on the shoulders, colored in a traditional white and gold complex with his tail either exposed showing the brown hue, or wrapped around his waist in a knot like motion. His final selection of attire resembles a GI he made himself; Being baggy Red with highlights of black tiger stripes near the pants area, while his heavy gi, with a tight fit exposes a blue scarf clearly for fashion sense above all else. Dark golden boots, and fingerless gloves for the combat sense.







Each word which leaves the young magnificent Sayian's lips is carried upon the voice of all his prideful soul making up his patch worked Entity, the sound and fury. The louder his tone, the more voice of vicious nature can be distinctly picked out in his words. While in a semi un-usual calm state, an elegant voice can be picked up sounding like, a man, a boy, and a unknown crusade of attitudes that make him a full functional being of emotional nature, making for a rather soothing, melodic tone overall. The mood that he finds himself speaking in is also reflected in the tone and noise level of the voice represented. A foul mood can turn his lovely, melodic voice to a wrathful chorus of the damned & distress. Despite this, the gentle, calm voice of a scholarly male leads the chorus, being heard above all other rationality at all times; the Sayian's original voice Factor. All though his voice may be heard in an casual output, it depends on what wants to summon itself into the table in his current stature of moods. Will you piss him off to get a loud vicious tone of unsightly Nature? Or will you leave him be and let him speak freely with a gentle persona? Like all Sayians of his nature he sucks picking up power levels, with not being able to scan or pick of Ki quite yet, he relies on his his casual Green Scouter. (Spending my 500 Zeni on that item.) With that being said, he can use this as a map of sorts, or to detect readings of a specific item or person's power level; In thus leading him to their location immediately; Which can be found on his right ear where his ocular orb is placed. Other supplementary items include a normal Japanese Katana, with a razer sharp edge, and a ceder wooden sheath, the grip made from tough twine to use in serious battle to ''cut'' an opponent. This blade can easily be broken by otherworldly creatures and is normally used for hunting.















History:







SIDE NOTE: If you want to see his actual history and skip the personality aspect that is aligned with the history by rationality and reason; Please scroll down to the italics that say actual History.











Snippar's personality is based on brashness, romance, love, and lack of patience with a tinge of a temper and pride and art loving. As well as care for the arts, and is purely based on his current mood to exactly. When he is calm, he tends to actually be peaceful and easily pleased with the simple things in life, he is able to analysis situations and learn with far greater ease and skill then normal, his memory is fine tuned and he thinks quite logically. This is his normal attitude, however much like his surroundings he changes moods and can become chaotic and uncharacteristically enraged in moments. His actions often reflect instinct not mental calculations, he'd much rather do then don't, if the button is big and red, he pushes it unless it says ''SELF DESTRUCT'' and even then hell he may push it just for the adventure and fun of the escape. He is unpredictable, and can be when he wants to be extremely immature or mature all based on his surroundings and current mood, and though its hard to get Snippar depressed when it is done it generally ends badly for anyone nearby.







His temper is something that is triggered usually with any of his negative emotions, rage, sadness, grief, jealousy, anything of the sort will usually send him into what many call ''Level of Rage''' his most common one involving just a lot of hotheaded nonsense, however overtime this can get worse and worse until its time to clear out of the room. Like any teen, Snippar adores the opposite sex. This is both a weakness and strength in its own ways, but he enjoys their company notably more then males, he finds that few of the male gender and sex have anything worthy to say, and they must prove themselves far more to show him they aren't the usual idiot Male that thinks of nothing but desires and muscle. To him woman are beauty, intelligence, and the glory of the universal race. To Him, training is more then just a growth of strength and abilities, training is how you show your desire to become more then you already are, your determination and will to practice and persevere.







If you are lazy any other time he wont judge as he is as well, but being lazy when ''Training'' is something that will earn you a very possible punt to the face or worse with how he reacts to such foul treatment, to him it is a disrespect to yourself, your soul, the abilities you have been blessed with, and those around you who are relying on your strength and will. Justice is his Morals, his will and soul, and because of this those that hold true to their own will automatically gain some points of approval from him for anything they do as long as they stuck to that internal code of their mind. This is one of His more secretive passions, he loves to write and has even made it his dream to put out one of the most famous Poetry like novels in the Galactic Spectrum. However the fact is he is extremely shy about this passion and believes that he would become a laughing stock for even considering trying to publish such a gooey gooey trivial story based around love and forbidden lust.







Despite this, he is actually an excellent writer and poet, and in his spare time will often write such things, as long as no one else is in the room after all, otherwise such things become rather difficult for him to comprehend and understand correctly. lowering his skill drastically. Reading, ah the glories of the book and written word. This is one of Snippar's few loves left in his short lifetime, he adores sitting down to a good story, especially (though he will never admit it) A Romance novel of any sort if it is of good quality. He of course see's reading as the storing of knowledge and experience into a minds eye, to him reading is the equal to a religion and he spends much of his time in libraries or studies when he isn't doing his usual duties in his day or week. He is also secretly into romance and fantasy writing, making his desire to read and respect for writers all the stronger when compared to other writers wanting inspiration and knowledge even more then normally. Ah the heaven of the sea!







He isn't one to drool over food, really he isn't at all, steak, pork, burgers, hot pockets, pizza, none of it is anything but something to shove down your throat and get nutrition from to him. However, seafood that's another story, to him it is his sugar high, its his cocaine and personal drug that he is addicted to. He will never stop eating seafood if you were to give him the opportunity to do such he would sit at a table and simply eat seafood for the rest of his life in content never having to move, he adores it that much, especially lobster and crab, finding them absolutely delectable. He absolutely despises ignorance, of any sort or form. This can be racism, or segregation, even just general loudmouth know it all ignorance that gets on anyone's nerves. This is something he absolutely cannot stand, even in his younger age he knows that there is so much he has never even known, because of this he hates it when someone his age or younger acts like they know everything. He is open to them knowing something he does not of course, but there is a line between that, and ignorance, crossing that will quickly earn you a smack upside the head from him.







For much the same reason as Arrogance, He despises cowards and will throw them through the nearest wall without any hesitation, to him cowards shouldn't be soldiers they should be at home worrying about everyday things. He will never accept any form of fear or cowardice that leads to the Crew he is in, or a friends demise or even his win. The fact is to him that Cowards don't belong in this world, their useless and should just stay home until they grow a pair, because otherwise. He will blow off the fake pair they have between their legs instead. Finally, Sadism ... Much like the one above, what the HELL are these people's problems? To him it is disgusting, wrong, self Mutilating or Other mutilations that needs to burn and be purged from this universe, and will happily do so for free with a very large explosion of any kind at all. This means any kind of Sadistic action or comment, will quickly earn Him as your enemy with much twitching of the eye and a lot of muttering of the High face kick, he despises it as the freak who scarred his back for life was practically the definition of Sadistic, some scars never heal, especially something like that. He also has one of the worst direction senses in universe... if the goal is just out of sight forward, its very possible that since he cant see it he will end up going the total opposite way until corrected.











ACTUAL HISTORY: This is where you may read about Snippar's actual history that explain the why's of his persona.







Most of Snippar Sol's earliest memories are subject to a tremendous amount mystery and confusion. Even through the use of illusory hypnosis as a method of recovering details of his past, he has yet to fully access the events of his life before being taken in by Sayians that were Captivated by Art. From the bits and pieces that he's been able to recollect it has been determined that Snippar likely grew up on one of the sparsely populated structures within Planet Vegeta's protectorate. Additionally, from the brief flashbacks he can organize it would seem that Snippar's family being of Sayian structure lived upon a relatively warm island city near the main caste, outside most of the affairs of Sayian Trade and related combat. Overall it appears as if Snippar possessed a happy childhood, but has come to the conclusion that everyone he knew from that time is likely gone. He hasn't gone into detail regarding this statement, but appears to be adamant of its truth. During this time the young boy had trained with many people to grasp the concept of fighting, although he was of Sayian lineage he was no prodigy, not yet anyway. Losing small bouts triggered a rage and sadness, this allowed him to awaken his strength unknowingly, the a Sayians Prde.







For several years, up until Snippar had reached the age of ten, his life in Age's household was quite peaceful, despite the overtones of bloodshed associated with his master's profession. Furthermore, the number blood samples collected from the young Snippar had been decreasing steadily, though he had never payed the event much mind. In fact Snippari was quite content with his place in the world, until a fateful event when several of the Arcosian Empire's men decided to stage a coup during the Sayians absence from the House hold. Carving through the walls like a plague the traitors ravaged any and every loyalist to Epyon himself. Allied with a few rouge pirates of the trade, the rebels wrought absolute destruction within the fortress, as the smell of death and flame flowed throughout the stronghold. Snippar himself was knocked out during the confusion and panic that emanated from the initial shock waves born from a barrage of explosive blasts. Coming to amongst the carnage comparable to war the young Sayian was paralyzed with fear as he watched in horror as these assailants struck down members of his makeshift family without even the hint of remorse. Suddenly one of the traitorous combatants gaze fell upon Snippar and made his way towards the unarmed youth. Unable to act, or even muster a scream, Snippar contemplated whether the concept of death as the enemy moved in on him. "I don't want to die," he thinks to himself as the make-shift individuals stand over him, bloodstained blade in hand.







"Then move!" a voice echos in the deepest recesses of Snippar's mind, urging him to stagger towards the left, evading what would have been his execution. Despite his evasion the slightly surprised assailant followed up with a powerful kick, launching the young Sayian several meters into a wall. Coughing up blood as he attempts pull himself back up the voice in his subconscious speaks again. "I would be really disappointed if my tribe's legacy is destined to end with you," the voice explains harshly, "So...if you want live, you'll have to start by extinguishing that opponent." Snippar attempts to retort by explaining his lack of ability to fight, but is cut off abruptly. "If you can follow your opponent's movements, then all that you need to do is avoid their first attack and retaliate before they can recover," the voice lectures, as if the concept was simple. Snippar claims that he's not strong enough to accomplish anything of the sort with his strength, but is stumped by voice's reason once again. "You claim you want to live, but all you're doing is making excuses to the contrary. I lend you as much strength as I can under these circumstances, but the everything else rests with you. The Pride of a Sayian!"







Filled with a vitalizing energy Snippar pulls himself up completely and raises his gaze onto the approaching enemy. "Sorry for complaining...thank you," he whispers quietly, before rushing towards the swordsman before him. As he moves in a few similarly clad combatants refocus on the young Sayian attacking an opponent several times his size. Moving in with great ferocity Snippar realizes the truth spoken by the voice in his subconscious, he could follow his opponent's movements. The moment his enemy attempted to bisect him, with a quick swipe of his blade, Snippar slid under his opponent's attack and lunged at him enemy. Surprised once again, but beginning to recognize his miniscule enemy's affinity for evasion, the assailant follows up with a strict backhand, knocking the young Sayian towards one of his allies, it would turn out that the boy awaken'd his Pride in a dire state, to the point he visualized he was talking to himself to get a grip on his rationalized sanity. Similar to a six sense. Shockingly though Snippar rebounds without delay, using the moment from the hit he had received to launch himself towards this secondary enemy, knocking him over with the force of their collision. The surrounding masked assailants laughed at the site of one of their own being knocked over, but ceased as Snippar pulled himself off of the downed foe revealing a small blade jammed in the man's chest. Recognizing the weapon as his own the initial opponent looks to his waist to discover the blade missing, realizing that Snippar had engaged him to simply arm himself. Lifting a sword from his first kill, which was way too large for a individual of his size, he stares around at his other opponents, trembling with fear while simultaneously unwilling to yield without retaliation.







Feeling one of two remaining enemies rush at him from behind Snippar, swings around to face his opponent. Understanding the force of his opponent's movement was greater than he could probably muster by simply swinging a sword the young Sayian ducks down and sidesteps as he moves in past his enemy, raising his blade into his enemies path while simultaneously avoiding a deathblow. After colliding with the blade around his midsection the opponent collapses to the ground. Turning back to his final opponent, the one that initially attempted to end his life, Snippar understood that his only chance at victory was to end this last one in a single strike, as he wouldn't be allowed to dance around his opponent any more. Recalling his practice in rudimentary Ki manipulation he concentrates energy around his feet as both him and his opponent leap towards one another. Rotating around to utilize the centrifugal force of his spin to compensate for the lack of strength Snippar and his enemy clash past each other halting all motion for a moment. Nearly in synchronicity both opponents stumble, but Snippar manages to use his blade to hold himself as a spurt of blood erupts from his adversary, his life fading before collapsing upon the cold stone underneath.







Despite being vitalized by an unusual well of energy within him, Snippar was exhausted by the extent that he had to push his body to succeed. Breathing heavily the young Sayian hadn't a chance to recover as booming voice rang over him. Turning in order to distinguish its origin Snippar was met with the sight of several rows of similarly masked combatants organized behind a man Snippar had come to recognize as one of the ring leaders;A top swordsman. "What happened in here!?" he questions in a disgusted manner, brimming with hatred. Either unable or unwilling to respond Snippar simply looks on in silence, too fatigued to move any more. Without warning the apparent leader makes a simple hand gesture causing the young Sayian to be blindsided by invisible force, hurling him into a nearby wall. Before he can even consider reacting from this blow he is lifted again by an invisible force thrown into the opposing wall. Wincing in pain he is lifted into the air and slammed into the stone floor in the center to the room. Laying beaten and broken on ground Snippar watches on as the telekinetic traitor approaches him drawing his blade as he advances. Stopping above the defeated child the warrior raises his blade, savoring the moment before him. This time there was no voice echoing in Snippar's mind urging him to fight to survive, and the energy that had enveloped him before was beyond his grasp.







Just as Snippar's life was about to be extinguished a flourish of robes obstructs his vision and blood drips onto the ground before him. Refocusing his vision the young Sayian realizes the blood belongs to the fortresses master, Age Sol, who intercepted his former underlings attack with his forearm. "Sorry I'm late, hang in there," he comments to his Snippar, almost cheerfully, as turns back and smiles at the injured Snippar. Before the traitor can react Age's free arm takes on a darkened tint before he punches back the enemy, sending the traitor sprawling onto the ground. Following up immediately Age performs a quick set of charges and places his hand upon the ground, preventing the rebels from retreating with a energy like wall. Turning around, the pirate grabs Snippar off of the ground and swiftly jumps off to the side, just in time to avoid a volley of ki blasts fired at the traitors by Age's forces that teamed up with that Empire. As Snippar's consciousness fades the leader of the rebellion, who barely survived to onslaught of projectiles. Age knew his deeds would've caused this. A spark in the Empire; They could not just keep their keen eye's to themselves. With that being said Age decided to leave the boy in the custody of his own. The Sayians; Age had already had influence over him, and hopefully his rationality would form because of that. It's been eight Years since that fateful Day. Snippar Sol has nearly forgot all of the dealings and who everyone was, but he does know the situation took place in an age of secret war between trading factions. Never the less he would push forward and ind a master to learn from, even if he had to leave the Sayian's behind. He wanted to get stronger and put his foot on the world to be remembered. In thus, his history exposed his Persona.























Starting Planet: Vegeta, where the purebred saiyans are dominant.















Techniques:







Bulking Su1: Grows mass and temporary boosts stats by 2+/-3 So a 2+ to power and a negative -3 in speed. 

Flight Su1: Allows the user to fly in the sky at semi-interesting speeds.


Energy Volle MP1
: Fires multiple barrages of Ki blasts at the intended target, and can be charged to shoot bigger blasts upon the opponent. Once hit, it causes an explosion. 


Bakuhatsu Mp1: A long beam that is fired with the initial charge or chant, similar to the kamehameha, fires like a wave.


Fighting style: Traditional Mutai kick boxing.








Special



N/A















Items: One-Use Pod (Zeni was used for scouter)










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