Post by Kinnojo Tetsurou on Apr 25, 2018 22:51:17 GMT -5
Kinnojo Tetsuro
Name:
Kinnojo Tetsuro
Age:
16
Race:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Universe: <only complete if you are creating a character for Universe 6>
Height:
6'2
Weight:
180
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Black
Identifying Markers:
Face: Boyish, good looks. Dimples.
Personality:
Kinnojo is laid back, but serious to a fault in regards to respect, values and the right to protect life. Kinnojo tends to train his body and mind exhaustingly more than anything. He has a pro-life outlook on the universe. He enjoys the tranquil things of life. He values friendship and considers it heaven sent, vowing to protect those he cares about.
He has a deep respect for his bloodline, his heritage as well his mother and father. He has no qualms about being a leader and would take it gladly, but it would be more out of doing and the actions without being told. A natural if you will. As for being a follower, Kinnojo is more of a leader than a follower. He has a deep conviction so be would have pride in his actions, but not blindly.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
Training
Food
Friends
Dislikes:
Disrespect
Oppressing the weak
Betrayal
Hatred
Evil
Abandonment
Izanagi
Aspirations:
1. To realize his Saiyan legacy.
2. To change the world.
3. To make his mother proud.<
4. To quell the feelings about his father, at any cost.
Homeworld:
Planet Vegeta
Allegiance:
Remnant Alliance
Starting Planet:
Planet Namek
Appearance:
Kinnojo stands 6’2 and weighs in at 180 pounds. He carries the traditional Saiyan attributes of black hair that is surprisingly long with bangs that hover between the eyebrows occasionally through physics falls in front of right eye from time to time. He has spiked hair in various locations throughout his hair as it’s thick and full of the messy natural look.
This is accented by the black iris that is customary of people from the Saiyan bloodline. With matching black eyebrows that are rather normal. Kinnojo looks younger within his skin due to the tradition of Saiyan’s aging hardly at all, leaving people to mistake him for being two years younger than what he is. He has a slender yet muscular build in the biceps being rather cut and defined. The stomach region of his sports a very toned six-pack. He sports a white cut off sleeve shirt that has very soft cloth with a collar that stands up about a meter from his neck. He has black karate gi like clothing with a white sash tied to the right of his waist with the strands of cloth stopping about mid-thigh.
This is finished with black shoes that are lightweight and appear to cover over his ankles providing support for a variety of movements.
*Note Unlike the image, there is no scarf or taped hands or ankles. This image is a placeholder with his clothing features subject to change along with some of his features upon completion of his commission of art.
Backstory:
Born on March 13th of 1570 to Selari Osami and Izanagi Tetsurou which the mother Selari named him after the father’s first born name which is a tradition that the firstborn son takes the name of the father. Kinnojo obtained his name because of the mothers varying interest and would hope that would take place in her son’s upbringing. Kinnojo was raised very strictly and was taught very define ways to conduct himself. Respect others. Respect your elders and make sure your training comes second to your respect. But, with training and your strength will come respect. They felt it played a hand into each other and wanted to break their son from the traditional Saiyan lifestyle and expected future of being some warrior who destroys anything his path.
They had dreams and aspirations for him to be better than that. And, in turn, better than them in that regard. With that being said it was always with great care that they would not let their son be groomed into the normal Saiyan that joins the army that just goes around conquering planets and destroying things for another. Selari didn’t believe in that and would not have her son partake in those events. Selari firmly did everything in her power to keep that from happening. Selari and Izanagi took great measures to ensure that wouldn’t happen as a General during the Alliance-Empire War that happened in 1578 to which she lost her right arm and left eye. It slowly after the smoke of that war that Izanagi begin to drift away from his relationship with Selari and his son, disappearing. It was part of his nature to not be tied down and it was shocking that he stuck around for the six years he did. Kinnojo was six years old during that war, barely old enough to fully understand what the ramifications were or what it meant. It just caused him to be more curious about his own strength and what it meant to be a Saiyan.
It was during this time that Kinnojo begins to develop the characteristics of his personality that he now has. He also begins to form a deep seeded hatred for his father Izanagi and opting to not use his last name being that it was tied to his father. That's where the effects of life started to help shape the teenager that he would become.
Techniques
Technique Tree:
Balanced
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Ki Blast/Unnamed for now
[25% PL damage]
[li][OT-1] Sourukurasshā [/li]
Kinnojo coats his fist into a light-colored grey KI and attempts to land blows.
[25% PL Damage per blow]
[li][VT-1] Kagayaku kōka[/li]
Kinnjoro brings his hands together in front of him as they overlap each other, a sparking light grey ball of KI begins to form in his hands and is launched from his hands spreading outward from the hands.
[25% PL Damage, Sharp ]
Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight
[Effects go here]
[li][ST-1] Redirect [/li]
Can change the direction of an incoming attack to another person or thing.[Can redirect up to 15% of their PL]
[Effects go here]
[li][PT-1] Tail Mastery[/li]
The user has gone through intense and painful training to overcome this weakness.
[Effects go here]
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
??
Roleplay Example:
The wind blows in from the east of the planet with its gentle touch of mother nature hitting the flesh of Kinnojo exposed arms as they sat behind his back with his hands flat on the soft green grass of this planet that isn’t his own. It’s home, for now, Planet Namek. The raised hairs upon his flesh bringing about a prickly sensation due to the cool touch of the wind as he sat staring up at the clouds. The black irises watch as the clouds seemed suspended in animation. Oh, how he did miss home. He also wondered what else is out in the cosmos. To say that he isn’t experiencing cultural shock for someone his age is an understatement. It’s not an issue as he is friendly with most creeds and races.
The hair of his is blown into his right eye as he flicks his head to the left to move the hair out of his view, sighing. Where is my father I wonder? Why did he leave? Was it because of me? Was it because he didn’t believe in mom’s ways? So many questions the youngster had. First, it brought the feelings of wandering. A couple seconds pass by as they also turning into feelings of worthlessness. The fingers of his begin to dig deeply into the deep green grass, uprooting them from the foundation they sat much like how his father did too his life when he walked away with no reason, no excuse. The knuckles of Kinnjojo turning white from the pressure he applied as his fist clenched tight. The heart is a muscle, that contracts with its blood flow with each beat. Kinnojo felt the tinge of pain creep in from the corners of his heart resting in the center. The feeling that followed was what they would consider heartbreak. It felt like someone punched him in the stomach with so much force that his entire body ached. The only problem was it was something that can be seen, perhaps etched on his face for a mere couple moments.
The eyes as a window to the soul showed doubt and sadness as the eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes casting downwards from the sky to look at a patch of grass in front of him to his right. The look of emotion was followed by a slight downturn at the corner of his lips. The fact he couldn’t look at the sky anymore. It was somewhere he knew that his father was there somewhere. Someplace! The fact his father was okay with just walking away caused him to feel less than human. Made him feel like he was just a burden. It was that singular feeling that drove him mad: drove him madly deep into his training. He could just picture his father, what he could remember of him anyway. The sinking feeling of something he disliked in general, bred in his heart. Hatred. The single thing that went against every single fiber of his being beckoned at his heart. The strings of that emotion were so strong that it made him question his morals. Was it okay to feel this way? Yes, it is. No, it isn’t. He soon released the grip he had on the grass allowing his fingers to return to their resting place. The grass leaving the flesh between his fingers in a massive clump of dirt and tangled grass. The earth there had been dealt a wound. The wound was indicative, matching the same way his father’s actions done to his heart. Creating a wound that will forever be there. Sure, the grass will eventually wither and die. The roots gaining nutrients and slowly growing back over the destroy the grass. But, that wound will always be there as a constant reminder. A reminder that it may change in appearance but, the scars of humanity leave a lasting mark.
His eyes soon lost their downcast dejected look on the feeling his father leaving him and his mother left him feeling. Had his father stayed around, maybe if he was stronger! JUST IF! Maybe they wouldn't be here!? Wondering what is gonna happen next? Perhaps these feelings wouldn't manfiest within his heart. Then, that gave way to a new feeling. The hatred grew into something deeper. Something he hasn't felt yet before in his life. It struck him quickly and suddenly. The feeling that he could kill his father. In cold blood betray everything he has ever stood for. Everything that he was taught from a childen. Respect. But, the conflicting morals clashed within his heart and soul.
Reward Requested: Power Level.
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