Post by Celerous on Jul 31, 2017 1:01:35 GMT -5
Celerous Fark
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Name:
Celerous Fark
Age:
19
Race:
Human/Saiyan Hybrid (Saiyan Dominant)
Gender:
Male
Universe: <only complete if you are creating a character for Universe 6>
Height:
6'0"
Weight:
250 pounds
Hair Color:
Brown
Eye Color:
Green
Identifying Markers:
Knife scar on his left bicep.
Personality:
If there was ever a word to describe Celerous Fark, it would be relaxed. Growing up on a small farm on Earth, with only a Human mother and Saiyan grandfather to mind, Celerous never had much to stress over. Aside from his daily training with his mother, and the day of harvest for the cabbages they grew, Celerous had a life free from worldly challenges and strife. His freedom rarely went challenged; as long as he had finished both his training and his home studies for the day, his mother let him do as he pleased. This is often reflected in his actions; Celerous has a habit of outright ignoring "rules."
Living so far out in the country, Celerous rarely had the opportunity to venture to Earth's many cities. The hustle and bustle of busy crowds that most are familiar with are an oddity to him; one that makes him feel uncomfortable and nearly claustrophobic. He does his best to avoid street traffic, generally by flying over it. That's not to say he's an introvert, however. While crowds might make him uneasy, and his isolated upbringing makes him somewhat socially awkward, Celerous loves meeting new people. Friends are the one thing he really always wanted, but never really got to have growing up in the country.
As laid-back as he is, Celerous does take one thing seriously; his training. Celerous grew up adhering to a strict training regiment that his Saiyan father had implemented. From the age of five to to the age of ten, Celerous would wake up every morning before the sun rose, and spar with his Saiyan father. After his father passed away, his mother took over his training, and the bond he formed with the both of them was born of respect for their strength. There is nothing he is more proud of, than to be the son of two strong warriors, and he takes slights to his mother and deceased father very personally.
Likes/Dislikes:
Plain and simple, Celerous is a glutton. He loves to cook food, and loves eating it even more. He prefers to eat a hearty filling of vegetables with a small side of meat and bread, though he does tend to avoid eating cabbage when he can. After all, he grew up eating cabbage every day.
Though Celerous may be a laid-back individual, his Saiyan genes instilled a love for battle in him. He's always open to sparring. His lust for battle has been sated for most of life life, through his vigorous training at the hands of his parents.
He's really not fond of the bang that hangs over his left eye (it blocks his vision during a fight), but there's nothing he can do about it. If he grows his hair out longer, and tries to brush it back, it just flops back over. If he tries to cut his hair short, the bang will just grow back in a matter of weeks, and Celerous honestly can't be bothered to remember to get a hair trim every fortnight.
If there's one thing Celerous can't stand, it's the slander of his family. You can insult him, joke about how he's a half-breed, but as soon as your jokes begin to target his parents themselves, Celerous will square up to you. There are only three outcomes to this scenario: you end up face down in a crater, you apologize, or he fights until you put him face down in a crater. And truthfully? The last outcome solves nothing. He'll still feel slighted, and may even challenge you again at a later date.
Lastly, Celerous doesn't like any form of transportation. He doesn't like cars, or planes, or even spacepods. They make him feel queezy. The only way he likes to travel is by Ki flight and walking on his own two feet. Unfortunately that's not always an option.
Aspirations:
Celerous has three separate aspirations, but they can all be narrowed down to this one thing: he wants power. Not political or economical power, he couldn't care less about that stuff. He wants martial power and martial power only. He wants to be defined by his own strength, and he wants to be able to continue to cultivate that strength. He simply wants to grow as strong as he possibly can, and if he can help a person or two along the way, then that's all the better.
But to get a little more specific; he wants to defeat his mother in battle, he wants to be stronger than his father was at the time of his death, and he wants to surpass the level of strength his grandfather had back in his prime. If he can satisfy those three (or one) aspirations, Celerous believes he'll be content with whatever challenge life throws at him.
Homeworld:
Born and Raised on Earth.
Allegiance:
None
Starting Planet:
Earth
Appearance:
Celerous has often been told that he looks just as imposing and handsome as his Saiyan father, but with his Human mother's hair and eyes. His hair is a dark shade of brown, and stands straight up on his head, spiked like a true Saiyan warrior. The only deviation is one bang that tends to hang over his left eye no matter what he tries to do with his. His eyes are a deep shade of forest green, and his chin ends in a small goatee. He stands at six feet tall, with a weight of just over two hundred pounds. His body is built from muscle, and muscle only. The only real fat on his body is the small amount of baby fat that remains in his cheeks. His body is free from moles or other imperfections, with the exception of a small scar on his left bicep; a reminder to keep his guard up against an armed opponent.
When it comes to attire, Celerous has a tendency to wear whatever he finds comfortable. On the farm, it was blue jeans and a red flannel. Most of the time he would wear normal tennis shoes, but when tending to the crops, he would switch those for sturdy boots. It wasn't until the day he left his home to explore the world, that he changed into a proper gi. Before Celerous left, his mother gave him his father's old training gi. The whole of his attire had been black in color, and consisted of a tight-fit shirt underneath a much baggier and hefty short-sleeved jacket with a v-necked cut, baggy canvas pants, and heavy boots. Proud of who his father was, Celerous has taken to wearing his gi as often as he can.
Backstory:[/b]
Celerous was born to Kress Fark, a Saiyan warrior, and Ruvia Fark, née Liggen, a Human martial artist. At the time Celerous was conceived, both Kress and Ruvia were working out in Wild Space as mercenaries; taking any odd job they could find to make money, and satisfy both of their desires (Kress wanted to fight, and Ruvia wanted to help others where she could.) They both loved to travel, but knowing that Wild Space is no place to raise a child, Kress and Ruvia spent their earnings on a small plot of land. Located only a few hours North of Satan City, Ruvia decided to build a small farm on the land they purchased, and return to her childhood roots by growing cabbages.
Soon after Celerous was born, it was apparent that cabbages alone weren't going to pay for their expenses. After coming to a consensus with her husband, Ruvia, being the stronger of the two, left Earth for Wild Space. Her plan was to take on various odd jobs for a few months a year, send the majority of her money back to the farm, and return to Earth to be with her family for the rest of the year. Rinse and repeat. And on her end, things worked out smoothly. But back on Earth, Kress became quickly overwhelmed with raising a growing child on his own, on top of growing a crop, something he had never done before. Enter Spinch, father of Kress.
With Spinch around, raising Celerous for the few months a year that Ruvia was gone was much more manageable. And once Celerous was old enough to fight (that is five years old, by his father's standards), the two Saiyans took it upon themselves to begin instructing the boy in the art of battle. So began Celerous's strict training regiment; he would wake up before dawn and spar with his father until midday. From there, Celerous would help his grandfather tend to the farm until the sun painted the sky orange. This was his daily schedule, for six days of the week. It was brutal, frustrating, nearly torturous, and the young Celerous relished it all. Even at the tender age of five, Celerous's Saiyan genes demanded to be challenged, and as mundane as it was, fighting and picking cabbages all day worked.
Over the next five years, Celerous would keep to this schedule with rare deviations. Every now and then, when Ruvia was back on Earth, she would take over Celerous's training for a day. She always said she was "ensuring that Kress wasn't slacking off while she was gone." It took two individual training sessions with his mom for Celerous to realize that, despite his father being a pure-blooded Saiyan warrior, his mom was the real fighter in the family. For every punch Kress threw, Ruvia could throw two to three in the same amount of time. His father could crush boulders with his fists, but Celerous had no doubt that his mother could level a mountain with an open palm, if she so desired.
It was never made clear to Celerous as to why, but during his tenth year, Ruvia and Kress swapped jobs. His mom would tend to the farm and continue his training, and his father would begin to take missions in space. With Celerous now grown enough to mostly take care of himself, Ruvia took over most of the farm duties from Grandpa Spinch. Like with his father, Celerous would spend the morning training with his mother, and then help her with the farm work. Grandpa Spinch was, in his own words, "now relegated to housewife and storyteller." Nonetheless, he stayed around to watch Celerous grow up, and continued to instill Saiyan values in his grandson in his son's place.
Then, on the eve of his eleventh birthday, the news arrived. Kress Fark was missing and presumed dead, with only the scraps of his destroyed space pod found. The perpetrator had left no evidence behind, and so no one had a clue as to who was to blame. The family was devastated, and the only silver lining, if you call it that, was that Kress had taken out a life insurance policy on himself. The money they received would be enough to support them, in tandem with their profits from the cabbage crop. It was something Celerous was thankful for; with his father now dead, the last thing he wanted was for his mother to have to leave and make money in his stead.
With his father's passing, Celerous was sure his training would come to an end. After all, what mother would train her child to fight, knowing that fighting is what caused her husband's death? The answer to that question was Ruvia Fark. Not only did Celerous's training continue, it escalated in difficulty. With Kress's passing, Ruvia was determined to turn Celerous into twice the warrior his father was, hoping that Celerous could avoid the man's fate through the acquisition of martial power. And so the next eight years passed quickly, with Celerous's training ramping up in intensity with every coming week.
Celerous didn't mind one bit. In fact, he met the rising challenge with a smile on his face. He had decided to surpass his family long before then.
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
[It was the loud knocking on his door that woke Celerous. His eyes fluttered open groggily, and he stifled a yawn as he sat upright in his bed. The light that filtered in through the blinds of his window was bright, and stretched along the ground until it reflected off of the base of the door. So the sun hadn’t risen very far yet.
‘Must still be early morning, maybe ten-ish?’
The knocking got louder, and Celerous suddenly realized that someone was grumbling on the other side. “Would you wake up boy? I’ve got a roast to prepare, and I can’t spend all day trying to wake your ass up!”
The voice was gruff and irritated, and Celerous chuckled to himself as his grandfather made an irritated grunt and hit the door even harder.
“I got it, you old coot! Get back to your roast!”
Celerous smiled and waited for his grandfather’s reaction.
“Old coot? Boy I don’t look a day over forty! Have you ever seen a grey hair on my head?”
“Have you ever seen any hair on your head? You’re bald!”
A string of curses came through the door. Celerous laughed and stood from his bed. He took a second to straighten his jeans (he had forgotten to put on pajamas before bed last night), and grabbed a white shirt out of his small closet. As he pulled the material over his head, the door swung open to reveal his grandfather.
Spinch Fark stood at an even six feet, just as tall as Celerous himself, and looked like the picture of masculinity. His build, Saiyan through and through, was massive. Though they were the same height, Spinch easily had an extra fifty pounds of muscle, and it showed. The red shirt he was wearing looked as though it would rip off at the slightest movement, and his denim jeans were a little too tight as well. And as much as Celerous like to give him crap for being bald, the shiny skin on the top of his head only made him all that more imposing.
“Any reason why you nearly knocked my door down? It’s my off day for training, you know.” Celerous asked his grimacing grandfather, as he finished pulling his shirt over his body.
“Your mom wants your help in the barn house,” he crossed his arms, “and I wouldn’t need to break down your door if you weren’t such a heavy sleeper.”
Ignoring the jab as his laziness, Celerous pursued the first part of what his grandfather had said, “What does she need help with in the barn? We cleaning out all of our junk?”
Despite living on a farm, the Fark family had never owned a barn animal. Not even a single cow for milk (which was irritating for Celerous, who had to fly all the way to Satan City to pick some up from the store, and they went through milk fast). Their barn was really just a giant red storage shed.
“I don’t know, just get out there!” His grandfather turned and walked in the direction of the kitchen, grumbling under his breath like always.
Celerous just rolled his eyes and left the room.
The barn was old, evident by the fading of the paint, and the splintering of the wood. It wasn’t a massive structure (nothing on the farm was), only being about half the size of their three bedroom house. The big double doors at the front of the barn were wide open, and Celerous could see a haze of dust wafting out. Even before he made it to the entryway, he could hear his mother sorting through their junk.
The interior of the barn would have been sparse, simply being nothing but four walls and a dirt floor, had it not been for the boxes paraphernalia littering the floor, and his grandfather’s old spacepod pressed against the left wall. His mother was standing next to the spacepod, and Celerous finally noticed that the old sheet that usually covered the spacecraft was clutched in one of her hands, and trailing on the floor.
She was dressed as she always was, in blue jean shorts and a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She had her long brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and her green eyes seemed to roam around the base of the old pod. The way her crows feet bunched together as she scanned the spacecraft made Celerous assume she was giving it some sort of inspection.
“Are you trying to get gramp’s old spacepod working?”
His mother jumped ten feet in the air, and turned to glare at him.
“Don’t scare me like that!”
“You called me out to the barn!”
“Make your presence known before you waltz in here and take ten years off of my life!”
Celerous sighed, and his mother took that as a concession. She placed a hand on the spacecraft, and swept some of the dust off of it.
“Actually, it doesn’t really need any work done. It’s old, but it never stopped working.”
Celerous frowned, “Then why has it been collecting dust all these years?”
“Your grandfather said he didn’t need it anymore.”
Celerous was about to question that, before he realized that in all of his nineteen years, he’d never seen his grandfather fly any farther than Satan City. And he definitely didn’t need a spacepod for that.
“The other day, he mentioned that he wanted to give it to you, but I wanted to make sure the seals were still airtight.”
“Huh? What would I need a ship for?”
He mother turned to him, and smiled softly. “You don’t really intend to stay cooped up on this farm forever, do you?”
Celerous certainly didn’t. He had planned on getting out to see the universe, eventually. But he thought that was still a few years off.
“No, no I guess I don’t. But what about my training? I’m still not nearly as strong as you, or Grandpa, or- or dad was!”
“Your father and I didn’t get strong from training on a farm. And before you were born, I don’t think your grandfather was ever in the same place for more than a week at a time!”
That quelled any protests Celerous had left. Not that he was even sure why he was protesting in the first place. His mother basically just told him to take the ship, and go out and explore space to his heart’s content. Why was he even arguing?
He felt something clutch his wrist, and looked down to see his mother turn his hand over, and place a remote in it. There was only one button, but Celerous pretty sure of what it would do.
He clicked it.
The door opened.
And Celerous grinned.
Reward Requested: (PL/Zeni)
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