Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 19:09:39 GMT -5
Age: Late 20's, Early 30's.
Race: Bio-Android (Gerodowr, Yardrat, Bas)
Gender: Male
Universe: 6
Height: 4' 7" (Currently)
Weight: ~100lbs.
Hair Color: Dark Blue (Currently)
Eye Color: Black (Currently)
Identifying Markers: Aside from a few patches of discolored skin, Orengee looks like a normal, healthy Tuffle...for now.
Personality: Honor-bound and kind, Orengee has spent years disciplining himself to protect his people.
Likes/Dislikes:
Aspirations: Eventually reclaim his royal birthright and lead his people into the next golden age.
Homeworld: Plant
Allegiance: Planet Plant and the Tuffle people.
Starting Planet: Plant
Appearance: Orengee, before his procedure, looks like any average Tuffle soldier. He
Backstory: Son of the Supreme Technocrat, Prince Orengee was an upstanding commander of the Tuffle forces. In a coup to steal power, political rivals infected Orengee and his father with a biologically enhanced poison meant to quickly infect and eventually kill the host with a fatal illness. If they succeeded, Planet Plant and the Tuffle people would have a vacant seat to rule them; a political vacuum could cause severe consequences.
Without time to create a proper cure to their illness, the Supreme Technocrat ordered the Council of Tuffle Sciences to seek out alternative ways to save himself and his son. The council, loyal to the king and his great deeds, followed their orders with enthusiasm and determination. The only viable solution they could come up with was to manipulate the genetic code of the royal family to match various races that have a known immunity to the engineered virus' predecessor.
The procedure, a daunting task in itself, was extremely painful for the royal family. Despite their efforts, however, the king was too old to survive such tremendous stress upon his body. His son, Prince Orengee, began to stabilize before slipping into a coma. With heightened security around the unconscious prince, another attempt on his life could not be managed. But, with both the king and the heir out of the way, the Tuffle throne is currently up for grabs.
Only recently did Orengee awaken from his coma seemingly returned back to full health. The operation, despite being months prior, was a success... in more ways than one. It would be only a matter of time before Orengee and his people discover the consequences of such experiments.
Racials
Time Manipulation [Bas Racial]
Orengee is able to stop time for a limited period of time. Once per thread for every 80k PL. Orengee can stop a person in time for a single round. The person cannot act in the turn following the time freeze, but can still notice the surroundings. Orengee can freely act when using this skill, but it uses one point of stamina per use.
Master of Time and Space [Yardratian Racial]
Orengee is able to bend space and time around himself in order to achieve feats like teleportation almost naturally. Once a thread, and an additional time for every 100k power, Orengee may increase his defensive capabilities enormously.
[+x5 Defense Multiplier for one attack thrown at them, once a thread. This gains an extra use every 100k base pl.]
Growth [Gerodowr Racial]
Orengee has inherited the Gerodowrs' ability to grow when under combat duress! This ability seems similar to a Saiyans’ Zenkai but appears to give far less of a boost and has consequences when not in combat!
[When in threads where combat is occurring in any means, Orengee gains a 10% boost to his PL Gains. However, when in threads without combat, he will lose 5% of his PL Gains.]
Assassin of Space [Gerodowr Racial]
Orengee does not require air to breathe, allowing him the ability to move freely in Space, under water or any location without air.
Absorption [Bio-Android Racial] Orengee is capable of absorbing the remaining lifetime from a living creature. When they absorb a creature, they are able to acquire permanently 20% of their total PL. An absorbed target dies.
Techniques - Defensive Tree - Lv.1 (0-10k PL) 2 Offense Tiers and 4 Support Tiers
Offense Tiers
Rushing Combination - Orengee throws a barrage of melee strikes against his opponent.
- [OT-1] 3 Strikes for 25% PL Damage
- [OT-2] 5 Strikes for 50% PL Damage.
Support Tiers
Flash Round - Orengee has tapped into his genetic potential and is able to teleport akin to the Yardratians. But, unlike a purebred, the prince was only able to use the ability through rigorous training. Not only does it allow Orengee to dodge attacks but he is also able to traverse large distances equivalent to his Ki Sense level.
- [ST-1] 100% Dodge
Telekinesis - Inheriting the Bas' mental strength, Orengee can move objects with his thoughts including his opponents. [Sight Range]
- [ST-1] 25% PL damage and 1 Turn Stun OR a non-harming 2 turn stun which must be channeled.
Ki Sense - Orengee can detect a person's power level as long as they are in range.
- [PT-1] Region
Being of Time - Orengee has become extremely resilient to changes and distortions in time. His body cannot be altered by any external means of time manipulation such as rapid aging or regression. After the gene procedure that saved his life, Orengee does not seem to physically age. Also Orengee can detect and see distortions in time that other mortals would never be able to notice. This includes time-travel, time reversal, accelerated time, alternate timelines and histories, and frozen time.
- [PT-1]
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
It was just an ordinary day for the commanding prince. Orengee, military leader and heir to the Technocratic throne, walked silently through the royal palace. Various Tuffle guards and sentries saluted the prince with great respect. His people were grateful to have such a proactive leadership. Orengee followed in his father's footsteps with great pride as the Tuffle King had ushered in a new era of technological advancement for all of Planet Plant.
The Tuffle King, the Supreme Technocrat, had engineered a new type of power source capable of powering entire cities without much, if any at all, wasted energy. This new electromagnetic fuel would revolutionize how Tuffles construct and power their inventions for centuries to come. It was a crowning achievement that demanded celebration. Balls, parties, parades and more were held in the king's honor.
But now, it was to be a quiet moment between father and son as they celebrated in their own way.
The large vaulted doors of the patio opened slowly as two Tuffle guardsmen pulled with their strength to move the massive entryway. The prince, dressed in formal military wear, nodded in thanks to each of them before passing through the portal. Outside, with the starry night blanketing the sky above the capital, the Supreme Technocrat sat peacefully in a ornate wooden chair. A pair of chairs and a wooden table sat humbly on this royal tower of science. The wood stuck out like a sore thumb against the steel and polymetal plating of the palace. But this furniture set has been passed down for Tuffle generations. A place were king and heir could sit and watch over their people. The chairs and table has existed for the last great era of Tuffle ingenuity.
And now it, with the king and his son, enters the next era on this day.
"Did you dress appropriately this time, father?" Orengee asked. "Last time you almost caught a cold."
The king turned gently in his chair and smiled at the sight of his son. The patriarch moved as if he was about to stand up. Orengee approached swiftly.
"There is no need to get up," his son spoke. "You've had a long day. Just relax."
"I hope you don't mind," the king smiled, "but I have already have started the game. It's your turn now."
On the small table between the wooden chairs was an old board game carved out of stone marble. If there was any Earth comparison to this Tuffle game, it would be the equivalent of Chess. The one major difference however was not conquering your opponent but building one's kingdom faster than the other until one person runs out of pieces. Alongside the tabletop game was two expertly carved glasses and a bottle filled with a brilliant blue liquid. Plantyo, a stern alcoholic beverage that is one of Planet Plant's exports across the galaxy. This particular bottle has been aged over lifetimes and saved for such occasions by the royal family.
Orengee smirked while looking at the ancient board game.
"Well, I will give you it this time," Orengee reached down to move one of his pieces. "But just because everyone has been patting your back and licking your boots today don't expect me to grant you any mercy."
The two of them chuckled.
"Oh, that's because I raised you better than that, son. If I let pleasantries relax my resolve this castle would have been torn down ages ago."
Orengee moved a piece and sat down next to his father. For the first time all week the prince was able to relax.
"So, how does it feel?" Orengee asked. "Adored by your people. Maintained steady peace for five years and now have singlehandedly moved our race into the next technological age. You have forever cemented your legacy as a beloved ruler in the pages of Tuffle history and soon the entire galaxy. It must feel pretty wonderful."
The king hesitated to answer for a moment as he looked at his son. The Supreme Technocrat's face was slightly off with a fake smile. Orengee could tell something was troubling his father.
"What?" Orengee asked.
"Son," the king said with concern in his voice. "Do you enjoy being here?"
A pause hung in the air. Orengee raised an eyebrow at the question.
"Here?" the prince asked in return. "You mean sitting here with you?"
"Do you enjoy being a prince?"
"Of course, father," the young Tuffle answered quickly. "Why are you asking me?"
"If you wished," the Supreme Technocrat continued, "You can leave all of this behind. You aren't forced to stay here. You can find a path of your own if you really desired."
"Why are you asking me this?" Orengee inquired once more. The king turned and faced the city that sprawled out before them.
"There might be a time were we lose all of this, son," the king sighed. "I have spent my entire life serving this role, being a ruler. I never had the opportunity to ever do anything different, to find out who I really am without the weight of the crown on my shoulders. And as I get older I can't help but imagine what else I could have been."
Orengee's father turned towards him.
"I could not have asked for a more loyal and true son. I just don't want you to ignore your aspirations because you feel like you need to prove something to me or our people. Honestly, if it meant your happiness I would trade all of this away in a heartbeat."
"I don't understand why you are speaking like this, father," Orengee informed. "This is a great day for you, us and our people. But you are speaking like you are about to die."
The king winced at Orengee's words. He knew his son, despite his title of prince, was far removed from the shadows of the castle. Orengee was too entrenched with the people to see the various treachery that hid in the darkness; ready to strike at any moment. Not wanting to worry his son, the king took a breath and improved his mood.
Smiling, the king reached towards the bottle of Plantyo and the two accompanying glasses.
"Forgive me, my son," the king said as he filled their transparent cups with the blue liquid. "I am just cold and exhausted right now. Perhaps a smooth drink will warm my spirits, eh?"
Orengee smiled in return, putting his father's moment of clarity behind him. Perhaps one day the Supreme Technocrat's words would make sense to the prince.
"It's your turn by the way," Orengee said as he reached for his filled cup.
"But first let us toast," the king said. "For Planet Plant."
"For Planet Plant," the prince repeated in turn.
And with a swift motion the two of them took a swift gulp of the ceremonial drink, a three generation tradition continuing on for a fourth. As both of them wiped their lips of the drink, they couldn't help but look at one another with a puzzled expression.
"That's strange," the king said. "Where's the bitter aftertaste?"
Plantyo spirit was not known for being a weak alcohol.
Both of them inspected the bottle and their glasses. The king suggested that they perhaps have a second drink. But before either of them could even fill up a second serving, a sharp pain began to stab them in the abdomen.
"What the hell?!" Orengee gripped his chest tightly. "Father, I!...."
The prince reached out for the king. But before either one of them could move or react they both fell onto the floor. The large crash of their two glasses and the bottle caused the guards inside to move into action. Shouts for medical attention could be heard echoing throughout the royal halls.
A day of celebration turned into a night of panic.
Reward Requested: Power Level