Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2015 15:48:55 GMT -5
Name:
PIKKO DE GALLÓN!
PIKKO DE GALLÓN!
Species: Brenchian.
Gender: Male.
Age: Undefined.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
History:
Ever since he was a boy, a young Brench born boy named Pikko dreamed of glamour and fame. Day dreamimg of becoming the fastest Brenchian on Coola, the most handsome in the entire galaxy and beyond. Alas, at the time, these dreams couldn't have possibly been realized then. This unfortunate realization had plauged many a sleepless nights for the young Pikko, often having him rumble, toss and turn in his bed. Everyone else asleep but him. Nothing but pure torture. What if he never got around to actually becoming what he believed himself in? Then what? Rot and become a nobody? Not happening! Never in a million light years! This became young Pikko's motivation. To cultivate his already fast legs. All of which, beginning at his age of six. To think someone so young could want such intense dreams, eh?
None the less, we must delve into our new face's origin. Pushing past many sleepless nights, Pikko had grown accustom to running around his front yard and around his home area. At first, starting pathetically and awful. His legs clumsily bashing into one another, arms flailing about and almost automatically busting into a heavy sweat. While the tiny Brench pushed himself more and more, each week, he'd still have to attend his learning sequence. It was a simple experience, the purple boy thought to be a genius with how high his marks were for every single period and course taken.
Judging from looks, the adorable boy would have looked as thought a B- student. Rather, he had all A's and up. Bringing him extremely proud parents. His parents, ah the fools, had mistook their son for something idiotic. His father, a blue Brenchian and his mother, a red Brenchian, had thought it was a good idea to flaunt his handsome looks, something the present Pikko would call hideous. This often annoyed the growing boy, never showing though. It just annoyed him that his father, such an old spirit, could have such feature while he was stuck with a baby face. In retrospect, It was laughably stupid how much the tiny purple kid cared.
Still, still, it'd be best to mask his annoyance. His poor mother, a sweet woman. Always tending to his needs and wants, had believed her son a frail baby. Being called 'baby' and 'Pikky Chickky' infuriated him. The one thing keeping the easily angered boy from not striking her down was an unquestionable love for his mother. He could never bring himself to harm her. At least, for the time.
As the young Brench progressed in age, he began experimenting with different activities. Upon ages, seven through thirteen, Pikko played the amazing games of football and base ball. In foot ball, the male was the most superior striker to ever audition for the Coola Colds. It clearly showed, as it was one of the most helpful exercises that the boy could hope for. It created a more fast version of himself, being able to run across an entire football field in twenty seconds flat. It also taught him hoe to strike and battle his opponents while moving at quick and high paced speeds. During his time in baseball, Pikkon developed a special type of pitching style. His unique style inspired his now signature attack 'Hyperion Destruction Maximus'. Before toss, young Pikkon would kneel onto a single knee and hold his left up, pointing at the sky before giving an incredible knuckle ball toward the batter.
Needless to say, these two sports helped him control any aggression saved from being home. It felt absolutely incredible to exert any and all types of aggravation.
A trait that'd seal his fate. Growing further, at age eighteen, Pikko began his rebellious phase. Arguing with the blue man who raised him so and always acting like an Angel to the red woman he loved with all his heart. Had one wondered, the years before and after thirteen were spent with the purple kid playing in the Little League of Coola No.98, the skill taken from the experience into every day life. Through the hard years, Pikko was able to cross past an entire one hundred acres in fifteen seconds flat.
The one thing slowing him was age. His exercise taken much more seriously, to where Pikko would blow off an argument with his father to run back and forth twenty to sixty miles a day. Even as his son passed childhood, Mr. Gallón still flaunted his hideous appearance as if he was hot. It annoyed him still, Pikko gaining the skill to control himself and remain cool and collected. The elder would pay sooner or later, instead he'd be better off acting normal. As his years in school and Little League ended, it was nearing maturity time.
Pikko needing to find an occupation while he was on his planet. It didn't take a whole lot of searching for the male to find an enrollment into some sort of military program. It was what started his career off, actually. Being given impressive Saiyan armor, through weeks and months of extreme hardship, the teenager found himself to be most respected by his people and fellow combatants simultaneously. Because of this, certain attention was called to him, through men and women alike. He realized his childhood dream. Even when coated in mud and dirt, Pikko was quite the handsome fellow. His chin and jaw strong, his eyes beautiful. His speed incredible, capable of crossing fields more than two hundred acres long In under thirty seconds or less. It was now that Pikko was capable of great things.
His Idiot of a father had given him a space pod. Ratty and good for one thing only, mind you. It was his chance to leave the planet at last! But..this would have to wait. The idea of waiting lasted a good few years, his leaving being at the age of twenty one. At the adult age, a cool and collected Pikko had bid his mother goodbye. The sweet woman kissing his cheek sweetly before leaving back into their home. His ugly father being given a manky hug, false emotion displayed. Their little leaving party took place outside their home, so few people were around to see, as most were in their home at the moment.
It was the time to strike. Years of pent up anger relieved in a fell swoop. As his father turned to go inside, the speedy haze of purple rushed forward, slamming the idiotic blue man's spinal chord in half with a chop of the hand. Lucky he was wearing his military uniform. The white glove cleaned immediately. Best leaving there, the purple man entered the hideous pod, making way for the most interesting planet he'd come across.
This was how Pikko de Gallón found himself at earth after a one year journey, Pikko found himself crashed in the middle of the arctic! He felt strange, exiting his space pod. Faster, even. Perhaps Earth had a different gravitational force than Coola. Perfect. It was time to explore. Kicking the pod into the ocean, the Violet Passion took off in a blur; disappearing into the world.
Techniques:
Flight [SU] - Users channel ki through their bodies to allow flight.
Hyperion Destruction Maximus [B1] - HDM is a technique involving a short charge. Pikko descends onto a single leg and puts his right hand to his chest while his left stays pointing up. A large, pink sphere slowly expands in size until it is ready to be chucked into his opponent. The power varies, depending on how long initial charge time was waited on.
Violet Lightning [B1] - Wasting not a single second, Pikko charges forward at the opponent at blinding speeds. His racial trait plays a large role in execution of the move, as his kicks alone to amazing damage. A simple science equation explains how much damage is outputted: Mass × Speed = Power. The one hundred and twenty pounds that is Pikkon multiplied by his speed alone inflicts a hard hitting amount of damage, awesome damage given after charging back and forth, around his opponent a maximum of six times.
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zenni
Gender: Male.
Age: Undefined.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
{Too Much Beauty}
History:
Ever since he was a boy, a young Brench born boy named Pikko dreamed of glamour and fame. Day dreamimg of becoming the fastest Brenchian on Coola, the most handsome in the entire galaxy and beyond. Alas, at the time, these dreams couldn't have possibly been realized then. This unfortunate realization had plauged many a sleepless nights for the young Pikko, often having him rumble, toss and turn in his bed. Everyone else asleep but him. Nothing but pure torture. What if he never got around to actually becoming what he believed himself in? Then what? Rot and become a nobody? Not happening! Never in a million light years! This became young Pikko's motivation. To cultivate his already fast legs. All of which, beginning at his age of six. To think someone so young could want such intense dreams, eh?
None the less, we must delve into our new face's origin. Pushing past many sleepless nights, Pikko had grown accustom to running around his front yard and around his home area. At first, starting pathetically and awful. His legs clumsily bashing into one another, arms flailing about and almost automatically busting into a heavy sweat. While the tiny Brench pushed himself more and more, each week, he'd still have to attend his learning sequence. It was a simple experience, the purple boy thought to be a genius with how high his marks were for every single period and course taken.
Judging from looks, the adorable boy would have looked as thought a B- student. Rather, he had all A's and up. Bringing him extremely proud parents. His parents, ah the fools, had mistook their son for something idiotic. His father, a blue Brenchian and his mother, a red Brenchian, had thought it was a good idea to flaunt his handsome looks, something the present Pikko would call hideous. This often annoyed the growing boy, never showing though. It just annoyed him that his father, such an old spirit, could have such feature while he was stuck with a baby face. In retrospect, It was laughably stupid how much the tiny purple kid cared.
Still, still, it'd be best to mask his annoyance. His poor mother, a sweet woman. Always tending to his needs and wants, had believed her son a frail baby. Being called 'baby' and 'Pikky Chickky' infuriated him. The one thing keeping the easily angered boy from not striking her down was an unquestionable love for his mother. He could never bring himself to harm her. At least, for the time.
As the young Brench progressed in age, he began experimenting with different activities. Upon ages, seven through thirteen, Pikko played the amazing games of football and base ball. In foot ball, the male was the most superior striker to ever audition for the Coola Colds. It clearly showed, as it was one of the most helpful exercises that the boy could hope for. It created a more fast version of himself, being able to run across an entire football field in twenty seconds flat. It also taught him hoe to strike and battle his opponents while moving at quick and high paced speeds. During his time in baseball, Pikkon developed a special type of pitching style. His unique style inspired his now signature attack 'Hyperion Destruction Maximus'. Before toss, young Pikkon would kneel onto a single knee and hold his left up, pointing at the sky before giving an incredible knuckle ball toward the batter.
Needless to say, these two sports helped him control any aggression saved from being home. It felt absolutely incredible to exert any and all types of aggravation.
A trait that'd seal his fate. Growing further, at age eighteen, Pikko began his rebellious phase. Arguing with the blue man who raised him so and always acting like an Angel to the red woman he loved with all his heart. Had one wondered, the years before and after thirteen were spent with the purple kid playing in the Little League of Coola No.98, the skill taken from the experience into every day life. Through the hard years, Pikko was able to cross past an entire one hundred acres in fifteen seconds flat.
The one thing slowing him was age. His exercise taken much more seriously, to where Pikko would blow off an argument with his father to run back and forth twenty to sixty miles a day. Even as his son passed childhood, Mr. Gallón still flaunted his hideous appearance as if he was hot. It annoyed him still, Pikko gaining the skill to control himself and remain cool and collected. The elder would pay sooner or later, instead he'd be better off acting normal. As his years in school and Little League ended, it was nearing maturity time.
Pikko needing to find an occupation while he was on his planet. It didn't take a whole lot of searching for the male to find an enrollment into some sort of military program. It was what started his career off, actually. Being given impressive Saiyan armor, through weeks and months of extreme hardship, the teenager found himself to be most respected by his people and fellow combatants simultaneously. Because of this, certain attention was called to him, through men and women alike. He realized his childhood dream. Even when coated in mud and dirt, Pikko was quite the handsome fellow. His chin and jaw strong, his eyes beautiful. His speed incredible, capable of crossing fields more than two hundred acres long In under thirty seconds or less. It was now that Pikko was capable of great things.
His Idiot of a father had given him a space pod. Ratty and good for one thing only, mind you. It was his chance to leave the planet at last! But..this would have to wait. The idea of waiting lasted a good few years, his leaving being at the age of twenty one. At the adult age, a cool and collected Pikko had bid his mother goodbye. The sweet woman kissing his cheek sweetly before leaving back into their home. His ugly father being given a manky hug, false emotion displayed. Their little leaving party took place outside their home, so few people were around to see, as most were in their home at the moment.
It was the time to strike. Years of pent up anger relieved in a fell swoop. As his father turned to go inside, the speedy haze of purple rushed forward, slamming the idiotic blue man's spinal chord in half with a chop of the hand. Lucky he was wearing his military uniform. The white glove cleaned immediately. Best leaving there, the purple man entered the hideous pod, making way for the most interesting planet he'd come across.
This was how Pikko de Gallón found himself at earth after a one year journey, Pikko found himself crashed in the middle of the arctic! He felt strange, exiting his space pod. Faster, even. Perhaps Earth had a different gravitational force than Coola. Perfect. It was time to explore. Kicking the pod into the ocean, the Violet Passion took off in a blur; disappearing into the world.
Techniques:
Flight [SU] - Users channel ki through their bodies to allow flight.
Hyperion Destruction Maximus [B1] - HDM is a technique involving a short charge. Pikko descends onto a single leg and puts his right hand to his chest while his left stays pointing up. A large, pink sphere slowly expands in size until it is ready to be chucked into his opponent. The power varies, depending on how long initial charge time was waited on.
Violet Lightning [B1] - Wasting not a single second, Pikko charges forward at the opponent at blinding speeds. His racial trait plays a large role in execution of the move, as his kicks alone to amazing damage. A simple science equation explains how much damage is outputted: Mass × Speed = Power. The one hundred and twenty pounds that is Pikkon multiplied by his speed alone inflicts a hard hitting amount of damage, awesome damage given after charging back and forth, around his opponent a maximum of six times.
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zenni
