Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 5:35:09 GMT -5
CICERO
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Age: Several thousand years old.
Gender: Male
Race: Undead, (Was once a Shinjin)
Homeworld: The home world of the Kai's
Starting Planet: Planet Earth
At first glance Cicero will often give a strange impression to those around him. From his worn in clothes and fine but odd style. To his strange looks and darkened withered flesh. While soft to the touch and young perhaps in appearance his bodies flesh also appears strangely sickly in tone. The magic that was permanently bonded with his soul the same that kept his body rejuvenated for so many years. But the visual effects of the curse and what it changed him into evident in his appearance. He rather from the curse or perhaps naturally before this change. Only seems to stand at most four feet tall in height as well. An looks to weigh perhaps very little as well in his almost withered state.
His actual looks and face are often left hidden behind his clothing and mask that's kept secured to his face most often. Strange magic allowing it to link to his senses that allow him to look through the eyes of the mask as if they were his own. The pupils and eyes following what he looks at as well as if living themselves. Blinking as well at times some might remark to see. While its not clear exactly what time frame he is originally from by the style of clothing he wears. What makes it doubly so difficult to tell him by appearance is his abilities of changing form and figure. At times becoming more of a scamp and trouble maker in his strange behavior. Only a mere shattered remnant of the guardian he once was so many years ago.
Backstory:
It was in a time long before most stories known of know were ever told or experienced. A time when in the long since past the great guardians that sometimes watched over certain planets were of a even higher chosen race at times. Before the races of this world were wise enough in the opinion of the powers above to look after themselves. Advanced in their own ways at the time. But not nearly enough to shed such a impression as they do in this current age and day.
Cicero at the time was merely a young Kai of the plain fruit. Born with little purpose until the North kai of the time graced him above many other pupils to take a position beyond their dimension. Down on the planet of earth to observe the humans and protect them. To intervene in times of great need and be a hand of the supreme north Kai when needed. The whole affair being truly something of great honor and opportunity for the normal birthed Shinjin. An truly a long life of calm study suited him in the first few hundred years. He'd keep to his books and observations of the humans. Their attempts at living in caves working up to vehicles that ran on the fuels of races died out eons before their own. An planes that allowed them to fly like birds into the skies. Their medical knowledge and skill with technology as well always a magical thing for him to observe and watch from afar. At times even taking their forms to sneak among them once every few years for a time.
To learn from them and observe their strange behaviors and knowledge. But just as things have their good times. They to also have their darkness. At the time just as many other times in the past and history. A darkness often sought the peace and sanctum that was the earth. One of the gems of the north quadrant. A planet with a main race that was... while flawed. Also held such great potential. But the present demon King of the times also saw it as a place to set upon the odd race and paradise as a land to live for his own people in this dimension. It was not the first time demons attempted or desired such things and just as history beyond this past has taught us it was not and never will be the last time.
The heroes of earth at the time were limited. The earthlings had only their machinery and technological marvels to defend themselves. So each time the demons attempted something Cicero would be forced to intervene. The battles brief as he could make them but often so majestic and perhaps even magical to the few people that were privy by luck to witness them. It often left them believing it was some form of angelic figures versus demons more in a religious sense then the actual truth. But to reveal to many truths and give a true revealing that would only lead to more questions then was answered was something this race was not ready for at this time in history.
To rush a race's growth faster then intended could destroy their framework and natural evolution in all forms. As guardian of the planet at the time the people as well as the earth itself were both his concern. It was perhaps in that foolishness and desire for hope that lead Cicero to his biggest mistake and in some ways of looking it. His for the time 'final' mistake. The demon king of the time now long since forgotten to his people as if lost in a abandoned history book. As well as the forgotten Kai from a supreme Kai past no longer remembered by his brethren. Met upon the sacred lookout of the past. The demon king offering the false disguise of a parley to discuss a end to the struggle and perhaps negotiation or settlement.
But it was meant as more a opening to take the thorn from the demon kings paw and allow him to be rid of the strange power that protected and tried to hide the existence of these higher races at the time. To remove this annoyance and allow him to claim this as his new outreach and kingdom beyond his own dark dimension. The resulting argument and battle was something that was remembered by the living so many thousands of years ago. Storms brewed in the sky. Floods occurred in several coastal towns nearest the lookout. It was as if days of non ending storms and hurricane force winds and thunder roared bellow the clouds. As Demon and Kai fought with all forms of their being to stop the other.
In the end it was a hollow victory. Cicero was not the fighter but had some power and knowledge on his side. He'd sealed and then destroyed the demonic lord when he'd cornered him and forced the battle within the Divine Sage Realm. The power unified from the past guardians threatened and angered by the disturbance and the sealing art as well as destruction of the enemy there after made possible by the combined effort of the forces attacking the intruding essence.
Cicero however was injured during the battle when the demonic king used his power that he drew from the demonic Makyo star's energy. Somehow gaining its influence even within the strange realm and graveyard of past guardians. A curse or some dark magic coursing through Cicero's veins from the moment he began the sealing process to the moment he with help of the spirits destroyed the lord and his dreams. Without the lord the demons would retreat within their own world again and crush each other for years on end. As they always did clamoring for power once their leaders died. Spending generations upon generations of war and only being a true threat once more when they finally unified once again.
But the strange effects of the magic were felt quickly and more then weakened the spirit of the Kai. Feeling himself twist and change as the curse took over his body. Unable to escape before being sealed by the powers of this strange place. An for as long as one can remember to be slaughtered and left to the angered demented spirits that were disturbed in their slumber. His spirit lost in sensation to the kaiju tree as well as his master the north Kai supreme as he was. What he'd become was no long something natural and within his prison of the dead spirits of the past he joined them for a time so long that it seemed to pass much slower then before even to one with such a long life span in life. The magic doing its job when it changed him of making time feel so strange in this secluded place.
The seclusion and the strange way within had sealed him inside. Lost in this strange place with the spirits of the past that battered and destroyed him in ways that some could not imagine. Powers and spirits of times long past and forgotten to all in a few cases. Their arts and powers as well mystical to even one of Kai growth of the sacred fruits. Time didn't seem to truly pass in this place of dark awakening. It just felt to stand still at one point and darkness slowly swallowed the spirits mind in the seclusion. Forgetting much of what he knew and in many respects himself. Only fragments of a past once so happy and devoted to the people of this planet and his sacred duty. Now shattered and leaving only a hollow shell behind. Not a man, nor a Kai, but a cursed remnant showing that even the highest of beings can be changed... The strange curse instead of letting his body dissipate and pass on like a Kai or die in a sense like any other race. He simply slept. Before awakening once more. Broken from his tie to the great tree of kaiju. His connection his home as well severed as if the strings of fate had been cut. Removing his most grand connection to them.
He stirs deep within though feeling powers that rarely arise in recent months appear so close and often around the sacred lookout beyond this realm. But forever lost and darkness and damnation. Unable to free himself as he still just barely and slowly discovers what he has become. His mind a plethora of knowledge lost and relics so valuable. But who he was and all he is broken now and lost to who he once was. The Cicero trapped within feeling such energy and desiring to be free no longer the person he was once before. All the while trapped in a state of mind to know of all, While also nothing at all.
Techniques
Defensive Tree
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Destruction Orb
[25% Charge]
[li][OT-2] Destruction Orb[/li]A simple attack but also effective. By gathering energy within his palm as well with a little focus. A orb pure and perfect in shape is formed. Beforeing being launched towards his foe. In a attempt to subdue and defeat those before him.
[50% Charge]
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Far-Seeing Arts
[Far-Seeing Arts]
[li][ST-1] Ki Sense[/li]While weaker then he once was. Some of his ability to feel out energy still remains. With some focus those nearby Cicero can still feel and experience the sensation of peoples energy and ki signatures. The strange form of signature that all living things hold as unique and important to each person as their own names.
[Allows Cicero to have a general notion of people's PL as long as they are in the same region.]
[li][ST-1] Magical Materialization [/li]From clothes to weapons, food and drink. Even a few spare limbs and other exotic items one of a deceased nature might need. Can all be summoned with the right focus of energy and life force. Allowing Cicero with light focus to create wondrous objects at his disposal should he have the energy and the imagination at the time needed to do so.
[Magic Materialization]
[li][ST-1] Form Shifting[/li]One of the few remaining strange arts Cicero still holds. The ability to manipulate and change his shape to a strange degree some would say. Being a undead even able to do alterations to his body for a time that would possible kill a living being to attempt. The art a masterful experiance and tactic. One of the few special arts he hasn't lost from his seclusion for so long within the Divine Sage Realm.
[Shape Shifting]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Magical Mask
Roleplay Example:
It had been a strange recent few days, or perhaps few hours. Time became a strange broken illusion. Trapped within here and the occasional whispering spirits that after the first few eons lost their interest in attacking a never fully destructible target. The silence and whispers only broken by the strange sensation of the recent years pushing through even the wards and borders of this sacred realm. Powers stirred and broke beyond the veil. Energy that was so powerful it shook even the foundation of this place at times. Several sensation that even to one trapped for so long with a mind that withered eventually broke out of his misty haze.
Cicero felt the power that at first like little earthquake eventfully shook him free of this strange broken trance he'd been in for so long. His body was weak. Ever since he'd become something dark. A abomination in some sorts he'd just become weakened and tired. So long in silence and darkness with nothing but the whispered of the sacred dead to accompany him had long since taken its toll. His body withered to nothing and his powers log since forgotten. Once something of a great god some of the living praised him as that knew him. Now just a shell of his former self. Sacred arts and abilities long since forgotten to him. His memory in fragments as he was in some respects just a fool in comparison to the sacred position and Kami he once called himself.
But these sensations and powers above did stir something somewhere within his long since still heart. The body was just a vessel but it needed things that could not be attained in this lifeless realm. A place for only the damned unfit for the living as well as in a sense the unliving, Or undead if one would prefer. It was his purgatory... A word he barely clung to in remembrance of some of the silly human lore he used to spend hours reading or listening too.
But somewhere out there what shook him free ignited a light within his chest. Weak as it was awakening the spirit even if the little body didn't stir. Its dark withered flesh rotted to a point it was almost hard but soft to touch still. His body rotted and almost fossilized. But because of his undead status it retained some life. A purity from time spent so long in here to let his body adjust over time. There were rips and broken areas upon the borders and physical entrances to this realm in small areas. The battles had taken their toll all over the lookout in recent months.
As the glow at the breast of the masked little body shined brighter. A ghostly shaped figure would rise from the chest of it. Cicero's soul in its trapped form awakening. But the body would need true rest and the light of the living world to regain its power or some semblance at least of it. A spirit that would need its body sometime soon. But with enough luck perhaps it could find a way to return it to the grounds above and living world he'd been taken from so long ago.
The ghost almost in a dreaming state from awakening from a half slumber state that had nearly destroyed his mind. He stirred and rose eventually slipping through one of this small breaks in the ream from the physical worlds connections. A chance of opportunity as it seemed only from new chaos compared to the likes of which put him there would be his awakening and in some form of the world revival. Slipping free as the lookout above would soon come into sight. An as if waking from a dream know that as it happened even in his strange mind. His body... would need to be freed next.
Reward Requested: (PL)