Post by Yami Hiraga on Mar 14, 2018 5:44:04 GMT -5
Yami Hiraga
<Noctis Lucis Caelum, Final Fantasy>
Name: Yami Hiraga
Age: 17
Race: Half Human/Half Saiyan (Saiyan Dominant)
Gender: Male
Universe: N/A
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Identifying Markers: None really
Personality: Despite his hangups, Yami is surprisingly chill. As long as nobody is trying to tell him what to do he'll let them do whatever they want, assuming it's not something like universal destruction or anything. If you do try to control him, and aren't his parents as he has been taught to follow them no matter how much he hates it, he will fight against it. Physically if needed.
He has a couple of hobbies, mostly stemming from the need to prove himself. Like most Saiyans he is drawn to battle, but hasn't exactly had the chance for much real life experience doing so. He also really likes cooking, learning and coming up with new dishes for other people to try. And of course, who doesn't like the idea of getting rich by any means necessary? As long as he still looks like the smartest man in the room.
Likes/Dislikes:
+ Fighting
+ Cooking
+ Money
- Authority
- Most people
- Feeling/looking stupid
Aspirations:
- Power
- Freedom
- Have fun
Homeworld: Earth
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance: Despite the strength of his mother's Saiyan blood flowing through him, Yami externally takes more after his father. His hair is black and tends to spike, but doesn't stay in a single style like a full blooded Saiyan. His eyes are also unusual, a dark grey that sometimes seems to lighten with his mood. While he does have muscular definition, it is more lean than bulky, looking more like a professional athlete than an otherworldly warrior.
He tends to just wear casual clothing, not really made especially for fighting but comfortable enough to not hinder physical activity. He does however like wearing military style boots. He also wears black fingerless gloves, because he thinks they are cool.
Backstory: Yami was born as a result of two drunken escapades colliding, and by all accounts he was the best thing to ever ruin two peoples lives. As a Saiyan mercenary, his mother didn't exactly love having to settle down in any kind of fashion, let alone raising a child, and so shortly after he was born she went back to work, leaving his father to raise the child without a choice. Even as his life had been changed almost overnight, he made do.
All Yami saw of his mother was when she would return, almost annually, to make sure they were still alive. As he grew these visits evolved to include beatings and rants about how weak he was, before she inevitably left again. The worst part wasn't even the physical abuse, but the fact that his father never even seemed to care, if he noticed at all. When Yami first asked to be trained in some way to protect himself, his father shut him down completely, saying he wouldn't let Yami become like his mother.
And so things continued, Yami growing to feel more and more oppressed, with neither of his parents willing to help at all. with no official training from his father except to shut down his own power and suppress it, he struck out on his own, learning to harness the abilities within his own hybrid blood. One night he came home and his father was gone, completely gone. There was no trace of him left in the empty house, all their things were still there, and Yami was happy.
For once he was able to leave and truly do what he wanted, and he didn't really care what had happened. All that mattered was what he wanted.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Balanced
Offense Tiers (4/4)
- [OT-1] Demon Ball Single Shot
[25% Damage]
[li][OT-2] Demon Ball Triple Shot[/li]
Gathering and compressing ki, Yami forms and launches a set of purple energy balls in rapid succession, alternating the hands being used. Each of the three cause small explosions upon striking.
[50% Damage]
[li][VT-1] Demon Ball Windmill[/li]
Gathering his demon ball, Yami spins it rapidly which causes it to flatten into a sharp disc, before throwing it. Rather than exploding instantly it cuts through whatever it hits before causing a smaller explosion.
[25% Damage, Sharp]
[li][OT-1] Demon Cannon[/li]
Yami gathers his deep purple energy, but rather than condensing it into a sphere he fires it as a beam.
[25% Damage]
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Support Tiers (4/4)
- [PT-1] Ki Suppression
[Allows hiding of ki signature if no techs are used.]
[li][PT-1] Ki Sense[/li]
Yami is able to sense ki signatures around him, as well as their general strength.
[Allows having a general notion of people's PL as long as they are in the same region.]
[li][PT-1] Flight[/li]
By manipulating the ki around his body, Yami is able to manoeuvre through the air.
[Can levitate from the ground and even fly.]
[li][ST-1] Rapid Movement[/li]
Yami is able to supercharge his speed for a split second to avoid an attack.
[Dodge 100% of current PL]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
750 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Yami breathed in deeply, trying to keep his concentration despite however tired he was. He pulled on ki until it began to manifest visibly, a glob of purple energy appearing. Not for the first time he mused on it's appearance, not the blue or gold he had been led to believe ki usually took. Instead it was dark, almost black, but without looking evil or anything of the sort.
Continuing his manipulation of the energy he squeezed, fingers slightly following the action his mind was performing almost automatically through his 'training'. The blob began to smooth out, eventually forming a perfect sphere that shrunk down enough that if he was holding it in his hand itself, his fingers would still touch. He let the power sit there for a second, feeling it humming before letting it go, flying out and away from him.
Crashing into the wall of the abandoned factory he had found, it expanded rapidly. The explosion sent a cloud of dust and bits of wall flying away, not far enough to reach him but still he raised his arms to shield his face. Seeing the result, he let himself drop down to a knee, exhausted. He had been going for about an hour, manipulating ki again and again as the effort took it's toll on him.
"Not fast enough. Still not fast enough." He could feel himself getting frustrated, unable to achieve the levels he was aiming for and having to head home before his father realised something was wrong. Focusing on the image of his father he rose up again, pulling ki to him one last time. This time the perfect sphere formed almost instantly, the humming a high pitched whine as it seemed to hold more power, responding to his anger.
Rather than simply letting it launch off on it's own, he threw it, almost like a baseball. The explosion that ensued was much bigger, pelting him with small bits of concrete. Almost instantly the rage induced power left him, and he fell down to the ground, unconscious.
Reward Requested: (PL)