Post by Touma on May 16, 2018 20:25:42 GMT -5
Touma
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Name: Touma [Toe-muh]
Age: 19.
Race: Saiyan.
Gender: Male.
Universe: Universe 6.
Height: 177cm / 5’9”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.
Identifying Markers: None worth notice.
Personality: Touma is a fun loving, headstrong Saiyan. That's the best summary possible. But, theres more to him. Touma is incredibly headstrong and stubborn, refusing to take any routes beside his own. That being said, he is also incredibly reckless from time to time and has little regard for his own safety. In essence, his thrill seeking nature renders his recklessness a deadly combination. Albeit this, Touma is also quite friendly. He lacks the ability to be rude or overall aggressive lest he situation calls for it or tensions are insanely high. Touma is also quite battle savvy, and a fighting scholar in his own right, characterized by intricate battle strategies and decisions depending on the instance. Outside of battle, and in daily life, Touma can be somewhat clueless and oblivious to many things. You'd have to simply reek with evil for him to catch on to anything overtly fishy. Otherwise, he tends to assume everyone is okay and can do no harm outside of training bruises! For better or for worse, his thrill seeking, fun adoring and clueless nature is what defines him. Perhaps he has some growing to do.
Likes/Dislikes:
Extravagant people. | Boring fights.
Cocky people. | Overly modest folk.
Red meat. | Vegetarian diets.
Tough, stronger opponents | Winning (easily)
Training. | Cowards.
Aspirations: Touma's main goal in this life is to, well, seek out stronger opponents and claim victory over anyone who claims themselves warriors alike. Although, this is not to say it's his one and only aspiration. Of course, he has side goals as well. His desire for a stronger opponent is also accompanied by a desire to make new friends and comrades, too.
Homeworld: Sadal.
Allegiance: No one in particular.
Starting Planet: Sadal.
Appearance:
Touma is characterised by his physical features more so than his choice in apparel. Sporting long, black locks, his skin is a tanned chocolate shade. From birth, though aided by how he lives and where he lives (under a hot, beaming sun). His eyes are oft friendly and lack aggression, lest he's engaged in a fierce battle or a particularly exciting spar of some kind. Touma is of average build, standing at an average height and weighing a decent amount, he stands at a reasonable size overall. Clothing wise, Touma often wears a blue shirt tucked into a pair of blue trousers. Black shoes on each foot and white socks tucked into the legs of his pants. Over Touma's torso is a plate of armor. Similar to an ancient warrior whom participated in a Universal Tournament in defense of Universe 6.
Backstory:
Long ago, one of many Saiyans were born. Considered that of a runt, had his parents gone with the standards of their sister universe, Touma was born. Born outside of Sadal’s capital, Touma was birthed in the Outlands in a small home. His parents reigning from that of Sadal's Defense Force, albeit retired long before conception of the Saiyan.
In childhood, this young Saiyan found himself exhibiting the traits and natures put out by the more volatile children of Sadal. Though he himself was not nearly as aggressive nor violent as his peers, he did seek to make himself as powerful and strong as them. If not for the sake of personal satisfaction.
More so in Touma's life, he had grown up somewhat quickly and efficiently. Growing into a somewhat-trained martial artist and a proficient fighter for his household. Working his behind off so that he wouldn't fall too far behind his fellow peers in the race of power that they oft participated in. It was an interesting point in his life, growing from his early adolescence and into his early teens. Experiencing his first transformation into a Great Ape, albeit cut short due to his tail being severed off by his own father. His second time becoming such a monster resulting in a much more dire end. As he had gone and accidentally slain his own parents under his heel. Quite literally so. The events gone unknown to the boy due to nothing but primal rage rushing through his head.
These unknown events forced Touma to fend for himself. And though he had done the task of caring for himself effortlessly, he still wondered what could've happened to his parents. Where'd they go and why? Questions he'd likely never obtain the answer too. Nonetheless, such was life and he carried on. Keeping to himself for much of his tween years and branching out in his early teens. Associating with other Saiyan kids and adults alike.
Unfortunately, it seemed as though as Touma grew up, so did his peers. And as they mellowed out and became somewhat more docile, as Sadalian teenagers did, he grew more rambunctious and thrill seeking. Often seen as a menace amongst groups due to his tendency to egg on his friends and get them to throw punches and attack him equally. He discriminated against none. But, this need to egg his pals on planted a seed of disdain for the docile and meek. Instead, he sought to engage those willing to battle and spar alike. Playing so carefully and pacifistic was..well, boring! Oh well!
Such was life. And he seemed to have to deal with it. For now..at least..!
Techniques
Technique Tree: Balanced
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Makousen
[25%]
[li][OT-1] Wind God Fist[/li]
A fierce uppercut charged with Ki.
[25%]
[li][VT-1] Electric Wind Hook Fist[/li]
[A destructive uppercut charged with an electric form of Ki.
[25%/Stuns for one turn.]
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight
[Li][ST-1] Rapid Movement[/li]
[Can dodge a technique up to 100% the users PL.]
[Dodge 100% of current PL]
[Li][ST-2] Rapid Movement[/li]
[Can dodge a technique up to 175% of the users PL.]
[Dodge 175% of current PL]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Just another one of those days..
Touma found himself increasingly more bored with the day as it progressed. The teenage lad dressed in nothing but his favored blue pants and martial art shoes. White socks tucked under the pant legs of his trousers and black shoes placed on each foot. His upper body bare and lacking cloth of any kind. The youths long, black hair draping down his neck and lying over his shoulders some. Placed tightly in his right hand a hoe. The tool intended to harvest some roots he had planted long ago. As well as the weeds that were plaguing his garden. 'Twas hard work, it was. But he wasn't satisfied at all.
As the youth leaned forth, completing a number of strokes with the tool, sweat beaded his brow. Dribbling down his forehead and jaw equally. The hot sun of Sadal making the job all the more tough on him. Not that he really minded the challenge of working in the sun. After all, having been in this setting for so long, his tanned skin rendered him a bit more equipped for the activity. “Gosh.. I'd trade anythin’ for somethin’ to do besides this,” The young man huffed to himself. “Though, it does put food on the table, so I can't really complain that much can I?” Touma smiled some. Standing upright upon finish of his labors. Wiping his brow with his forearm and resting his hand on his waist, where he drove the hoe to the ground. “Phew!” He sighed. Looking over his work and quickly reaping what he sow, retrieving a number of root vegetables and crops.
“Alright. That's the crops, grass is cut already. Should be everythin’. Unless I'm missing something.” He blinked, making a bit of a face as he trot back home. His trip short, as he entered his quaint home and took a seat upon a chair. Kicking back and resting his feet upon a table. He was in his living room after all, having taken a seat by the center of his home and before his television. A well deserved nap taken up on.
Reward Requested: [PL.]
