Post by Kamen no Saiyajin on Nov 5, 2017 19:43:13 GMT -5
Kizuki, Kamen no Saiyajin
(Shown as an SSJ, black hair and eyes in base form)
Faceclaim:
In-Mask: Dark Masked King, DB Heroes
No Mask: Vegetto, Dragon Ball Z/Super
Name: Kizuki, though unknown at the moment going only by Kamen no Saiyajin/Masked Saiyan.
Age: Uknown, last seen at 40 years old
Race: Full blooded Saiyajin
Gender: Male
Universe: <only complete if you are creating a character for Universe 6>
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Identifying Markers: Like all of his kind he was born with a brown, monkey-like tail that he still has to this day.
Personality:
When not being mind-controlled, Kizuki has been known to be very prideful to the point of seeming aggressive. He does not outwardly show much emotion, but to those he eventually comes to respect he will, in the very least, lend himself to them in battle as he sees that as the ultimate thing he can offer anyone. Friendship, or any other sort of "soft" emotion makes him uncomfortable. Is more of a loner, tends to stay away from large groups of people unless it's a battle.
In his current state, Kizuki is being controlled completely. He has no personality aside from the violent nature that has been programmed into his brain. As little talking as he was known to do in his previous life, he talks even less now.
Likes/Dislikes: Greatly enjoys fighting and eating, like the rest of his kind. Nothing else really interests him. He tends to have more dislikes than likes, such as overly talkative people and being forced to socialize in any sort of group at all. Also, has a huge distaste for any sort of Android, beyond the simplistic designs used for simple actions. The more advanced types are viewed with extreme prejudice.
Aspirations: To avenge his home world and family, including a wife and child that were killed in battle. Controlled by the mask he has none.
Homeworld: Daikondu, a Saiyajin home world in another part of the galaxy.
Allegiance: Unknown
Starting Planet: Makai
Appearance:
Age: Uknown, last seen at 40 years old
Race: Full blooded Saiyajin
Gender: Male
Universe: <only complete if you are creating a character for Universe 6>
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 225lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Identifying Markers: Like all of his kind he was born with a brown, monkey-like tail that he still has to this day.
Personality:
When not being mind-controlled, Kizuki has been known to be very prideful to the point of seeming aggressive. He does not outwardly show much emotion, but to those he eventually comes to respect he will, in the very least, lend himself to them in battle as he sees that as the ultimate thing he can offer anyone. Friendship, or any other sort of "soft" emotion makes him uncomfortable. Is more of a loner, tends to stay away from large groups of people unless it's a battle.
In his current state, Kizuki is being controlled completely. He has no personality aside from the violent nature that has been programmed into his brain. As little talking as he was known to do in his previous life, he talks even less now.
Likes/Dislikes: Greatly enjoys fighting and eating, like the rest of his kind. Nothing else really interests him. He tends to have more dislikes than likes, such as overly talkative people and being forced to socialize in any sort of group at all. Also, has a huge distaste for any sort of Android, beyond the simplistic designs used for simple actions. The more advanced types are viewed with extreme prejudice.
Aspirations: To avenge his home world and family, including a wife and child that were killed in battle. Controlled by the mask he has none.
Homeworld: Daikondu, a Saiyajin home world in another part of the galaxy.
Allegiance: Unknown
Starting Planet: Makai
Appearance:
His height and build are somewhat common in his species, built as your typical male Saiyajin who has trained and fought most of their life. Perfectly sculpted muscle definition with little body fat percentage. Skin has a light tan to it, a permanent shade due to being on several missions throughout the course of his life. Eyes and hair are both black, once again a common thing with his kind. His hair stands up, spiked into peaked with two long "bangs" hanging in front of his eyes. Being a full blooded Saiyajin his hairstyle has remained this way, unchanged for his entire life. His face is generally contorted into something resembling scowl, going with his overly serious personality.
His attire tends to be the same all the time, favoring anything he can fight in over all other types of clothing. He is usually garbed in some sort of Saiyajin vest armor, a black bodysuit, gloves and boots of various types because of this. The durability and comfort they provide is essentially what Kizuki favors the most about them. Though, he has been known to wear something resembling a dogi, the top portion longer in nature and coming to about his ankles, open in the front with a similar bodysuit to his battle armor on under it. However this is quite rare and rarely ever used, the armor attire is what he usually finds himself in.
Currently, while under mind control, the once proud Saiyajin now wears a mask over his face of sorts bearing something resembling the logo of the infamous group The "Time Breakers." A red, hooded jacket is on his upperhalf that opens up at the mid-section and flows down to near the back of his ankles, almost like a cape. The jacket itself is blood red in color, with various white outlines all around it, a green jewel settle in the center as some sort of fastener, or button. Black gloves and black boots as well as black pants finish the outfit. All of the attire is made of the same, ultra durable and stretchy material as his Saiyajin armor set, able to stretch as much as possible should he be transform into the powerful Oozaru, save for the jacket and the mask. In that enlarged form, the mask becomes something of a head piece, small and attached between the eyes, still functioning as a mind control device despite how small it is versus the larger body.
Backstory:
Kizuki was born a over two thousand years ago in a far off part of the current galaxy, on another Saiyajin planet named Daikondu. Not wishing to be the political successor his father had envisioned the Saiyajin enlisted himself in the Royal Army against his Lord Father's wishes and aimed to become one of the strongest warriors on the planet, if not the known galaxy. A planet that had been sacked by Kizuki's team would be enslaved and forced to create scouting Androids and other such devices to make it easier for the Saiyajin to scout out new planets for harvest and sale. The enslaved species would, however, create a weapon right under their noses, the ultimate weapon that would eradicate nearly every single one of them. It only took a few years for nearly invincible, powerful Androids and Mecha to invade the planet, turning against their Saiyajin Overlords and destroying everything in their path. Kizuki would retreat, forced to watch his home world near destruction.
Kizuki was born a over two thousand years ago in a far off part of the current galaxy, on another Saiyajin planet named Daikondu. Not wishing to be the political successor his father had envisioned the Saiyajin enlisted himself in the Royal Army against his Lord Father's wishes and aimed to become one of the strongest warriors on the planet, if not the known galaxy. A planet that had been sacked by Kizuki's team would be enslaved and forced to create scouting Androids and other such devices to make it easier for the Saiyajin to scout out new planets for harvest and sale. The enslaved species would, however, create a weapon right under their noses, the ultimate weapon that would eradicate nearly every single one of them. It only took a few years for nearly invincible, powerful Androids and Mecha to invade the planet, turning against their Saiyajin Overlords and destroying everything in their path. Kizuki would retreat, forced to watch his home world near destruction.
Kizuki had left the planet at 21 years old, fleeing with what little remnants that had survived and spent nearly the next 20 years training and attempting to build up a big enough force to overtake Daikondu and liberate the planet from the Androids. Having married twice since then, his second wife was present, a capable warrior herself and even stronger than Kizuki or anyone on his force, as well as his young son. The raid attempt ended in failure, with the remnant army being decimated in its entirety. Kizuki's son was killed, not much of a fighter or strong enough to defend himself and his wife, who had ascended to the level of a Super Saiyajin, was also killed while making sure Kizuki's dying body was placed into an escape pod for escape. Kizuki's last visions in his previous life was the look of fear and agony as his wife was struck through the back by some sort of plasma blade and helpless to save her as he rocketed off into space before the loss of blood and narcotic gasses within the pod took its toll on him.
At some point in his aimless trek into space the unconscious Saiyajin's pod was stopped, as if suspended in time by magic. A dainty, yet demonic hand would reach out and touch the spherical ship and in an instant it was gone from that plane of existence completely, sucked into another time. Where it was headed was a mystery, though it was surely a place where time moved at a different pace, if at all, allowing the Saiyajin to survive for the next two thousand years. Never truly awakening in his mind though his body had healed up completely, he was now a member, though not really willing or knowing, of the dreaded group known as the Time Breakers. A mask covered his face, masking his identity as if it needed to be. After several "missions" in different eras, slaughtering any who he was told to, the once proud Saiyajin has found his way into this current time, in this very era. His mission clear: Eradicate all that stand in the way of the Time Breakers. All of them.
Techniques: Balanced Tree
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Genocide Cannon: A wave of ki that is fired from both of Kizuki's hands, after concentrating the energy in each palm. Arms usually are kept at his sides, bent at the elbows while gathering the energy before being pushed out forward in front of him, forming a single, larger sphere of ki. From that single sphere a massive wave of ki energy is deployed with the intent to fully overcome and overtake his opponents. (25% of PL)
- [VT-1] Genocide Cannon - Homing Variant: A wave of ki that is fired from both of Kizuki's hands, after concentrating the energy in each palm. Arms usually are kept at his sides, bent at the elbows while gathering the energy before being pushed out forward in front of him, forming a single, larger sphere of ki. From that single sphere several beams of ki are fired off, each beam is guided and trained on the target's ki signature and will not miss. (Homing/Chasing Variant - 25% of PL)
Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight: Using his ki, Kizuki is able to fly just about anywhere at various speeds. (Passive)
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement: With incredible speed Kizuki is able to dodge out of the way of various incoming attacks, within reason, seemingly vanishing into thin air before reappearing elsewhere, however this is not teleportation. His speed simply makes it seem that way. (Dodge 100% of PL)
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement: With incredible speed Kizuki is able to dodge out of the way of various incoming attacks, within reason, seemingly vanishing into thin air before reappearing elsewhere, however this is not teleportation. His speed simply makes it seem that way. (Dodge 175% of PL)
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
The best way to describe the landscape was desolate. A literal mess of destruction and chaos, whatever planet this was in whatever timeline was being bled dry. There was literally nearly nothing left, as whole armies and civilizations were decimated by an unwavering presence, a power unlike that anyone had ever seen before. A violent, uncaring, evil power that cared nothing for the planetary destruction it caused, only for its mission to be complete. Judgement Day had only just begun, the force arriving barely a week ago before all traces of life were aimed to be exterminated with extreme prejudice, snuffing out all signs of life in any way possible. It was almost too easy, effortless in fact, for the mass murderer to get the job done. Thus this planet shared the same fate as all the others on his mission. His power was seemingly unmatched in every era he had been sent to on every planet he had caused extinction on.
In the remnants of a once bustling, highly advanced city a figure could be seen running for their life. Traumatized by the event, she was the only one left, clutching something close to her body as tears streamed down her face, struggling to find some place of solace from this monster. If perhaps she could wait out this destruction they could survive. Maybe this God of Death, this Shinigami, would grow bored and leave, but would her spared fate be worth it? Was there even anyone left? The thoughts in her mind were frozen as a beam of light shot forward over her left shoulder, whizzing passed her ear and red in color. She nearly frozen in her tracks, but her fight or flight mentality kept going, and she kept fleeing though giving a look over her shoulder to see how close her assailant was to her. She could see it, the red hooded figure, face covered in a mask of sorts. The being kept a steady pace, walking slowly behind her, right arm up and aimed at her as his pointer finger fired another shot, again missing anything vital, those hitting her clear in the back of her shoulder and going right through, nearly dropping the infant in her arms. She let out a scream, stumbling forward, though able to duck into the remnants of an alley, pushing her way into a broken down building. She huddled herself into a corner, clutching the child and praying. Praying to whatever god would listen, asking for help. Not even questioning this burden on her shoulders, nor why all of this destruction was happening. She just wanted to be saved.
On the roof of the building a light tap could be heard. She'd flinch, but would hear nothing else. As her eyes opened into slits, in an effort to see anything, the last thing she saw was a blinding light engulfing the room from above. On the roof, the monster's right arm aimed down at the roof of the building, a surging force of red ki energy being born before instantly firing off into the building, like a torrential downpour of ki. The enter building crumbled into nothing, the figure floating over what was once a place of refuge. Now, much like the rest of this planet, it was nothing. Within moments booted feet would touch the earth once more, not so much of a breath could be heard coming from behind that mask, artificial winds created by the uncaring behemoth's chaos blew up against the hooded jacket that was worn. The green "gem" fixated in the middle of the mask began to glow then, and pulsate as it did many times before when this one was being called.
A horrible buzzing filled the mind of the masked one, causing gloved fingers to instinctively reach for either side of his head. It was the only time the monster showed any sort of emotion at all, as it felt like the brain inside his skull would explode. Fingers dug deep into that hood, hunched over some and nearly puncturing his own skull from the pain and discomfort this "message" was giving him. This was the same as it always was, whenever he was being reached out to by his Superior. The body itself, and whatever conscious was left in it if at all, could not hear what was being said, only that buzzing and screeching that his brain made it out to be, enough to make a normal man's ears bleed. Once the horrid sounds ended, his grip on his own head loosened, standing straight up once again. The red, slit "eyes" of the mask glowed for a brief second, his head tilted to the right suddenly in almost a twitch before straightening out, a byproduct of his brain being handled in such a way. Finally a voice came out from behind the mask, a remnant of his own, deep and commanding, yet monotone as well. It had a metallic sound to it now, as well, almost robotic in nature. "Understood." Was all the monster said, a portal forming before him before the beast stepped through to his next destination, leaving the dead planet behind as he had done so many times before. His next destination, for sure, would prove his worth.
(Zeni, pls.)
In the remnants of a once bustling, highly advanced city a figure could be seen running for their life. Traumatized by the event, she was the only one left, clutching something close to her body as tears streamed down her face, struggling to find some place of solace from this monster. If perhaps she could wait out this destruction they could survive. Maybe this God of Death, this Shinigami, would grow bored and leave, but would her spared fate be worth it? Was there even anyone left? The thoughts in her mind were frozen as a beam of light shot forward over her left shoulder, whizzing passed her ear and red in color. She nearly frozen in her tracks, but her fight or flight mentality kept going, and she kept fleeing though giving a look over her shoulder to see how close her assailant was to her. She could see it, the red hooded figure, face covered in a mask of sorts. The being kept a steady pace, walking slowly behind her, right arm up and aimed at her as his pointer finger fired another shot, again missing anything vital, those hitting her clear in the back of her shoulder and going right through, nearly dropping the infant in her arms. She let out a scream, stumbling forward, though able to duck into the remnants of an alley, pushing her way into a broken down building. She huddled herself into a corner, clutching the child and praying. Praying to whatever god would listen, asking for help. Not even questioning this burden on her shoulders, nor why all of this destruction was happening. She just wanted to be saved.
On the roof of the building a light tap could be heard. She'd flinch, but would hear nothing else. As her eyes opened into slits, in an effort to see anything, the last thing she saw was a blinding light engulfing the room from above. On the roof, the monster's right arm aimed down at the roof of the building, a surging force of red ki energy being born before instantly firing off into the building, like a torrential downpour of ki. The enter building crumbled into nothing, the figure floating over what was once a place of refuge. Now, much like the rest of this planet, it was nothing. Within moments booted feet would touch the earth once more, not so much of a breath could be heard coming from behind that mask, artificial winds created by the uncaring behemoth's chaos blew up against the hooded jacket that was worn. The green "gem" fixated in the middle of the mask began to glow then, and pulsate as it did many times before when this one was being called.
A horrible buzzing filled the mind of the masked one, causing gloved fingers to instinctively reach for either side of his head. It was the only time the monster showed any sort of emotion at all, as it felt like the brain inside his skull would explode. Fingers dug deep into that hood, hunched over some and nearly puncturing his own skull from the pain and discomfort this "message" was giving him. This was the same as it always was, whenever he was being reached out to by his Superior. The body itself, and whatever conscious was left in it if at all, could not hear what was being said, only that buzzing and screeching that his brain made it out to be, enough to make a normal man's ears bleed. Once the horrid sounds ended, his grip on his own head loosened, standing straight up once again. The red, slit "eyes" of the mask glowed for a brief second, his head tilted to the right suddenly in almost a twitch before straightening out, a byproduct of his brain being handled in such a way. Finally a voice came out from behind the mask, a remnant of his own, deep and commanding, yet monotone as well. It had a metallic sound to it now, as well, almost robotic in nature. "Understood." Was all the monster said, a portal forming before him before the beast stepped through to his next destination, leaving the dead planet behind as he had done so many times before. His next destination, for sure, would prove his worth.
(Zeni, pls.)
