Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2016 20:51:18 GMT -5
Gyūdon Oyakadon
Name: Gyūdon Oyakadon
Age: 316, stopped aging at 16.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human/Android [Cyborg/Android dominant.]
Homeworld: Earth.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
Oyakadon stands at about five feet, four inches. Sporting long, spiky and pale blonde hair that is pulled back with only a single bang to hang over his firehead. His eyes are a light green in tint, and on his ears, he wears a set of headphones that are incredibly unique to him and him alone. He wears a crimson red scarf and a black T shirt that hands over a pair of blue, torn jeans. On his feet are a pair of golden and black boots. On his waist is a large belt and on his torso, he wears a pair of suspenders! On his hands are a pair of orange, fingerless gloves, too. Finally, he wears a green pack on his right leg that holds items and such.
Backstory:
Oyakadon Gyūdon was born and raised a normal citizen of the well known Satan City. Born to the harsh and cold parents whose names have long been lost in the sands and dunes of time, Oyakadon had grown up by himself. Learning everything he knows from experience and never having the guiding hand of a loving parent. Unfortunate, but it was how things were. Put through school, Oyakadon had gotten himself into plenty of trouble. From grade one up to even grade eleven. Having a dangerous knack of starting fights and taking extremely dangerous dares from his supposed friends at the time. All in the name of obtaining affection and care. With that said, Oyakadon had also taken things incredibly serious, Being a little edge lord as a tiny kid and only realizing, that from what he thought of himself, that everything was a game. A mere joke. Nothing to take serious. He could risk his life and walk away a free man. He could take what he wanted and be as nasty as he so pleased. And what would happen? Jack! That's what! Oyakadon knew darn well after ascending into high school. And he proved it time and time again during his freshman year. Flipping skirts, taking his instructors lunch, dropping fish into cups of water. You name it. Small things building into bigger, worse crimes that wouldn't have bee stood for if it were a couple of thousand years earlier. On the topic of crimes becoming more and more severe, it leads into the topic of mechanization. From kid to 'droid. Or, cyborg. However you would want to look at it. Important to note, however, before moving onward is that before becoming an Cyborg, Oyakadon lacked empathy. In the most literal sense, this young man was an absolute sociopath.
Looking forward, into his sophomore year, Oyakadon had finally hit the big fish. Taunting the then Red Ribbon Army, decades before their destruction and disbandment. Taken in by a mysterious, to him, scientist whom offered affection and nurturing. Normally, he wouldn't have fallen for such a dumb mcguffin ploy, but..the scientist was a chick. How could he deny that? Being a gullible, hormone driven pig, Oyakadon was taken advantage of and subdued not violently. Sedatives utilized on the youngster to put him down for a long, long time. Organs extracted of him and tossed about and replaced with mechanics and wires and you name it. Transforming him to a cyborg, only because the only humanity remaining within him being his heart and brain. His eyes modified, heart pumped artificially by a never ending engine, strengthened muscle. You name it. He was to be stored immediately after modification, but, he must have had been late to the party. As when he did awake on his own, he had awoke in a dark, cold and seemingly abandoned laboratory. His fate sealed then and his lack of empathy intensified, Not a psychopath, but remaining a sociopath. Not caring who he hurt while treading the planet. Hell, he didn't even care enough to try out his abilities. He put himself into a deep sleep for the next hundred years! Only awaking in the current day with a totally wiped memory. Keeping only his emotions, for what was there, and a new perspective at life. Or, somewhat new. He still didn't give a damn about people and who he hurt. Life was still a game, but he wanted to see who the new players were.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
[/i]Name: Gyūdon Oyakadon
Age: 316, stopped aging at 16.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human/Android [Cyborg/Android dominant.]
Homeworld: Earth.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
Oyakadon stands at about five feet, four inches. Sporting long, spiky and pale blonde hair that is pulled back with only a single bang to hang over his firehead. His eyes are a light green in tint, and on his ears, he wears a set of headphones that are incredibly unique to him and him alone. He wears a crimson red scarf and a black T shirt that hands over a pair of blue, torn jeans. On his feet are a pair of golden and black boots. On his waist is a large belt and on his torso, he wears a pair of suspenders! On his hands are a pair of orange, fingerless gloves, too. Finally, he wears a green pack on his right leg that holds items and such.
Backstory:
Oyakadon Gyūdon was born and raised a normal citizen of the well known Satan City. Born to the harsh and cold parents whose names have long been lost in the sands and dunes of time, Oyakadon had grown up by himself. Learning everything he knows from experience and never having the guiding hand of a loving parent. Unfortunate, but it was how things were. Put through school, Oyakadon had gotten himself into plenty of trouble. From grade one up to even grade eleven. Having a dangerous knack of starting fights and taking extremely dangerous dares from his supposed friends at the time. All in the name of obtaining affection and care. With that said, Oyakadon had also taken things incredibly serious, Being a little edge lord as a tiny kid and only realizing, that from what he thought of himself, that everything was a game. A mere joke. Nothing to take serious. He could risk his life and walk away a free man. He could take what he wanted and be as nasty as he so pleased. And what would happen? Jack! That's what! Oyakadon knew darn well after ascending into high school. And he proved it time and time again during his freshman year. Flipping skirts, taking his instructors lunch, dropping fish into cups of water. You name it. Small things building into bigger, worse crimes that wouldn't have bee stood for if it were a couple of thousand years earlier. On the topic of crimes becoming more and more severe, it leads into the topic of mechanization. From kid to 'droid. Or, cyborg. However you would want to look at it. Important to note, however, before moving onward is that before becoming an Cyborg, Oyakadon lacked empathy. In the most literal sense, this young man was an absolute sociopath.
Looking forward, into his sophomore year, Oyakadon had finally hit the big fish. Taunting the then Red Ribbon Army, decades before their destruction and disbandment. Taken in by a mysterious, to him, scientist whom offered affection and nurturing. Normally, he wouldn't have fallen for such a dumb mcguffin ploy, but..the scientist was a chick. How could he deny that? Being a gullible, hormone driven pig, Oyakadon was taken advantage of and subdued not violently. Sedatives utilized on the youngster to put him down for a long, long time. Organs extracted of him and tossed about and replaced with mechanics and wires and you name it. Transforming him to a cyborg, only because the only humanity remaining within him being his heart and brain. His eyes modified, heart pumped artificially by a never ending engine, strengthened muscle. You name it. He was to be stored immediately after modification, but, he must have had been late to the party. As when he did awake on his own, he had awoke in a dark, cold and seemingly abandoned laboratory. His fate sealed then and his lack of empathy intensified, Not a psychopath, but remaining a sociopath. Not caring who he hurt while treading the planet. Hell, he didn't even care enough to try out his abilities. He put himself into a deep sleep for the next hundred years! Only awaking in the current day with a totally wiped memory. Keeping only his emotions, for what was there, and a new perspective at life. Or, somewhat new. He still didn't give a damn about people and who he hurt. Life was still a game, but he wanted to see who the new players were.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Freedom Kick
[25%]
[li][OT-1] Accel Blitz[/li]
Oyakadon chucks two emerald colored spheres at the foe.
[25%]
[li][OT-2] Electric Shot[/li]
User fires out a barrage of green, electrified Ki bullets.
[50%]
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Android Barrier
[Blocks for 40% of user's PL.]
[li][ST-1] Finish Sign[/li]
Pointing at the foe, user buffs his confidence up!
[Adds 3% to melee finesse for one turn.]
[li][ST-1] Flight[/li]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
"Can we just play now." The sound of a bored, impatient teenager had echoed through the walls of a darkened ally. "We've been sitting here, watching you shuffle these dumb cards for like twenty minutes. C'mon. Im getting booooored." He continued, waving his hand about. "My trigger finger is gettin a little itchy, dig?" He'd add, a smirk crossing over his lips. Snapping his fingers. His game partner, a large man. Approximately six foot four, bulky build with a lack of hair on his head. Only a thick beard and a whole lotta sweat dribbling down his brow. "Okay, buddy. We're not playin' cards. Let's play Ribbon Roulette. I'll go first," The droid winked, pointing his index to his own brow. Clicking his thumb and comically gasping. "Now, you," Oyakadon then pointed at the cue ball. Blasting him to bits in a second. "Kaboom! Oops! I win!"
Reward Requested: (Zeni)
