Post by frozen on Sept 3, 2017 7:16:30 GMT -5
Frozen
Name: Frozen
Age: Hundreds of Years. Looks nice and young
Race: Frost Demon
Gender: Male
Universe: Universe 6
Height:
1st Form: 4'10''
2nd Form: 7'9''
3rd Form: 7'11''
Final Form: 5'9''
Weight:
1st Form: 100 lbs
2nd Form: 300 lbs
3rd Form: 360 lbs
Final Form: 150 lbs
Hair Color: Has dark blue crystals on his head, shoulders and in the center of his chest.
Eye Color: Dark red
Identifying Markers:
1st Form: two long, black spikes on either side of his head, the one in front slightly smaller than the one in back.
2nd Form: Horns curve upward, and crystals grow a darker blue.
3rd Form: Head elongates, black horns fade into the white of his head-armor though the horns still exist beneath. Now has 3 rows of horns across his head.
Final form: Lines down either side of his face beneath his eyes, black. Horns fan out and blend with each other almost like a triceratops-frill. Mask now covers his face from nose-below
Personality: Despite the bad wrap his race gets, the frost demon is actually rather polite and calm genuinely, not hiding some kind of darker, more EVIL ulterior motive. for the small "empire" he rules, his people see him as a good and just leader, ruling with an open hand rather than an iron fist.
Frozen is something of a pacifist in a loose sense, okay with sparring and fighting others for enjoyment and fun on both sides, not in the habit of taking lives for his enjoyment. Despite this, he's not all that afraid to exploit enemy weaknesses should they become evident to him, as his natural deviousness has tainted his morals somewhat. Frozen takes the people he cares about very seriously, taking their concerns with deep thought and meditation before making a decision ESPECIALLY if there's a disagreement among them.
Despite his generally nice and warm personality, Frozen has a cold cold heart for those that would cross his family. He could be as ruthless and ugly as any of his ancestors, even to the point of being unrecognizable. He doesn't claim to fight for justice or care about the other sides of the universe in the same capacity as his people. While he most certainly would stand up for a stranger against tyranny, his family and friends always come first, even if they demand he do otherwise.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Mercy, good leadership, training the weak, his own people, politics, adding new planets to his empire
Dislikes: Uncalled for cruelty, executions, brutality, Iron-fist rule, Genocide
Aspirations: To expand his Empire
Homeworld: Planet Plant
Allegiance: Kold Demons... Generally
Starting Planet: N/A
Appearance:
1st Form: Standing at about 4'10'', Frozen is hardly an intimidating force in appearance. He has a light blueish skin-tone with the sides of his face grey starting at about the middle of his eyes on down. he has a large blue crystal on top of his head with two black horns sprouted on either side, the one in front slightly shorter than the the ones in back. He wears a blue Battle-jacket with shoulder-guards but no gloves though his feet are covered with natural white-armored boots. Generally, he appears child-like in physical appearance.
2nd Form: At 7'9'', Frozen's Body explodes with height and weight, his body growing far wider and bulkier. his horns point up, his jaw grows more square. In this form he loses the battle jacket, revealing his armored chest and stomach, his skin taking on a darker tone of blue though not so much different. He holds himself in this form upright, more confident than the others. His Power though seems slightly less controlled, more... explosive than the others too. Appears far more adult and mature.
3rd Form: In this form at 7'11'', little changes below the head with an exception of a slight increase in muscle mass and height, his natural armor receding a bit around the wrist and breastbone, revealing more of his deep blue flesh. Frozen's head elongates into a xenomorph-like shape, losing his nose and his teeth sharpening into something like fangs. His power here is more controlled, quieter, his aura hardly present unless charging energy. He holds himself slightly more hunched over, more feral almost, though this could be too offset the new weight of his elongated head. Appears more beastly... monstrous.
Final Form: Standing 5'9'', this is his second smallest form but by far his most powerful. Most of his armor recedes below his clavicle and around his sides, revealing deep blue skin though it remains almost everywhere else. His horns spike up around his face into something akin to a dinosaur frill, his head-crystal shrinking, resting as a nice oval right up on his forehead. His mask grows over most of his nose now, small holes near the mouth so he can breath. Causes a shadow to cast over his face, only the reds of his eyes visible.
Backstory:
Frozen and his younger brother Chillie were the sons of a great space pirate, one that had established a small collection of planets out in the depths of space FAR from the Kold-Demon empires and called it his own. As the son of a space pirate, Frozen had seen a lot of combat and death, not least committed by his own hands. Frozen remembered how easy it was to blast holes through charging soldiers, just one after another, crush the 3rd guy's brains in and move on. He remembered the sleepless nights he endured staring up at the ceiling of his room, remembering the screams and cries of dying men both his and his own as he fought for the control of minor, planets...
He didn't take much interest in the throne either, at least... with all the baggage that came with it... He watched his father give orders of death or imprisonment day in and day out like this was what it took to rule as did his brother who eagerly took notes... This went on for years and years, until eventually, a great war (if you could call it that), ravaged the capital, killing the previous emperor and leaving the throne open... Chaos ensued among the most powerful of the citizens and the weak lords for control, the two princes seeming to rival over the seat themselves...
On one hand, with their empire in ruins and unity almost if not completely ruined, Frozen intended to rebuild it better than before, an empire of unity and love for their emperor rather than one ruled entirely by fear and strength. On the other hand, Chillie emulated his father to the fullest, intending to flaunt his strength and force the remnants of their empire beneath his foot.
It wasn't even a civil war but a brawl between all those that were somebody in the kingdom but, as it should've been, all who stood in the end were the two brothers... They fought a battle that went on for hours, evenly matched and attempting to outdo the other... But eventually, Frozen's superior patience and tactics destroyed Chillie's brutish approach... Because they were brothers, Frozen banished his little brother from what remained of their little empire, leaving him uncontested for the throne...
Time passed and Frozen took a daughter named Purma, who he trained in both politics and martial arts with the utmost dedication. His empire began to expand somewhat once more, but it was truly nothing compared to it was at it's height... hardly what one would even CALL an empire... but each planet swore allegiance to him with smiles on their faces... When the time came... and when he believed his daughter mature enough, Frozen left things in her hands as he went off to explore the universe... to train... to find Chillie... He needed his brother back, as much blood flowed between them... They were family after all...
Techniques
BALANCED TREE
Offense Tiers
- Frozen's Death Beam OT-1
[25% PL]
[li]Pacification Ball OT-2[/li]
Frozen's... downsized version of an old technique known as the Deathball, the Kold-demon raises his finger above his head, charging his Ki into a large black energy-sphere which he throws at the opponent with a wave of his hand.
[50% PL]
[li]Agonizing Death-Beam VT-1[/li]
[Frozen targets a Vital Area with the Death-Beam, causing enough pain to hinder movement and thought.
[25% PL and Paralyzes for 1 post]
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Support Tiers
- Flight
[Can fly]
[li]Rapid Movement ST-1[/li]
Frozen moves incredibly fast!
[Allows him to dodge at 100% PL]
[/ul] 3. Rapid Dash ST-2
Frozen channels his energy into his reflexes and body in a short burst, allowing him to move MUCH faster.
(able to dodge at 175% PL)
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Frozen sighed as he gazed around his chambers one last time, smiling in nostalgia... How long would it be until he saw this place again... How long would Purma have to run this place and use these chambers as her own...? These were all questions Frozen could sit around contemplating all day but unfortunately he had other plans... As much as he didn't want to leave, Chillie was out there, right now... He couldn't begin to guess if he was hurt or... hurting others but he couldn't very well sleep with such a question on his mind... With one last glance around the room, the frost-demon walked out into throne-room where Purma waited for him. Her face lifted with a wide smile as she saw him, running up to her father and giving him a BIG hug... The emperor chuckled and grinned, softly running his hand across his daughter's head...
"This'll be yours for a time..." The frost demon murmured, his hand moving from her head to her cheek. "It will be tough... some might even want to steal the throne from you... Are you ready for such a task...?
"I am, Father!" The little frost demon agreed, smiling widely, eager to please. Frozen found his daughter's enthusiasm both gratifying and disturbing but it was no secret that she was the best possible person to rule the throne in his absence... She had grown by leaps and bounds in both power... Besides... She was his daughter... He trusted her with this responsibility...
"Hmm... Very well... I will check up on you in a little while..." With that, he leaned in and kissed the top of her head softly before heading out the door to the hanger... Now... Chillie... Where are you...?
Reward Requested: (PL)