Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2015 18:02:16 GMT -5
Name:
Athren
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
22
Starting Planet:
Earth.
Appearance:
(Base Form)
History:
Age 1563, the loud cry of a baby was heard echoing throughout the royal hallways. The queen had given birth to her first child, a baby boy, the official heir to her throne. Though it wasn't as rare as it used to be, Athren's eyes weren't pitch black like the average saiyans. His eyes were a beautiful ocean blue but this wasn't the only difference. The saiyan prince had a tail with a grey colour instead of the usual brown, he was a unique case for the race. Regardless of all of this, he instantly had a calling. He was his mothers successor, he was to be a king of the planet Vegeta when her time had come. That was his future, that was the destiny he was born upon.
Unluckily for Athren he was born at a rough time for the saiyan empire, by the time that Athren had turned two the empire had began losing territories to the Planet Trade Organization. Given the circumstance of wearing out resources that saiyans are incapable of fighting another war. It was also at the age of two that Athren had been sent to conquer a distance planet. It's population was of an insect like creature. It had taken Athren a whole six months to conquer the planet with the assistance of a false moon projection from his ship and his Oozaru transformation. Even though Athren had been of royal blood his mother didn't wish to spoil the traditional tasks that their babies were given. She wanted him to be bred into a proper warrior, there wasn't going to be any mercy given to her son simply because he was born as a prince. Though Athren's mission had been a success it wasn't until the age of five that he would return home. When Athren finally returned home he wasn't given much of a warm welcome from his mother. Though his people were grateful to have him return she instantly put him back into another combat situation. She had assigned her best fighter to train him in the most brutal methods possible.
Age 1,578 arrives. Athren is now fifteen years old. He has spent the last ten years being trained by Zaleio. This training wasn't easy, Athren was pushed to his limits time and time again and he continued to break them. He was becoming the young warrior that his mother had expected him to become. Things were going well for Athren up until the invasion force had arrived. For a majority of the war Athren had been active. He had mostly managed to stay on his feet and take out all of the ones whom confronted him. Leading up to the events of the final battle between his mother and the one known as Natto, Athren had been knocked out. When he awoke he had learned about his mothers ending.
It was in that moment that Athren had realized it was his time to shine, it was his time to take up the saiyan empire and rebuild it. It was all on his shoulders to make the saiyan empire strong again. It was all on him. His whole life he had been put to tests physically. It was all to make him strong. When he was involved in his mothers politics he learned how to lead a race yet there was doubt.
Athren was only fifteen. He wasn't ready for that. He needed to build up his strength and his maturity before sitting where his mother did.
Therefore Athren had made a decision. He had heard of the stories of Earth. The saiyan's who had spent time there had grown incredibly in power and skill. There was a variety of creatures and races to fight with and the terrain had much to offer. That's where he had headed.
Age 1,585. Athren had found himself being twenty two. He still stood amongst the Earthlings. The planet Earth had softened him up slightly though his saiyan pride remained. He was still a brutal warrior, he wouldn't hesitate to kill nor wipe out an entire race. He had spent the last seven years here, preparing himself for his return to his people. When he was ready to go back, he would insure that he would be the best ruler that their race had ever seen. He wouldn't allow his people to crumble once more. When he thought of his home Planet, He often thought of the few friends he had and how everyone would react to his return. Surely, it'd be a historic day.
The day the true heir to the throne returns, Athren was positive it'd be a welcomed day indeed.
Techniques: Balanced
Offensive: 9/15
[OT-1] Nova Press
[OT-2] Nova Storm
[OT-3] Nova Eruption
[OT-1] Nova Strike
[OT-2] Nova Combat
[OT-3] Explosive Nova Combat
[OT-1] Nova Cannon
[OT-2] Nova Bomber
[OT-3] Final Nova Cannon
Support: 4/15
[ST-1] Flight
[ST-1] Ki Suppression
[ST-1] Ki Sense
[ST-1] Tail Mastery
Special
Items: Advanced Scouter (Green), 2,000z
[/spoiler][/b][/div]Athren
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Male
Age:
22
Starting Planet:
Earth.
Appearance:
(Base Form)
{Evil Power Surge}
{True Super Saiyan}
History:
Age 1563, the loud cry of a baby was heard echoing throughout the royal hallways. The queen had given birth to her first child, a baby boy, the official heir to her throne. Though it wasn't as rare as it used to be, Athren's eyes weren't pitch black like the average saiyans. His eyes were a beautiful ocean blue but this wasn't the only difference. The saiyan prince had a tail with a grey colour instead of the usual brown, he was a unique case for the race. Regardless of all of this, he instantly had a calling. He was his mothers successor, he was to be a king of the planet Vegeta when her time had come. That was his future, that was the destiny he was born upon.
Unluckily for Athren he was born at a rough time for the saiyan empire, by the time that Athren had turned two the empire had began losing territories to the Planet Trade Organization. Given the circumstance of wearing out resources that saiyans are incapable of fighting another war. It was also at the age of two that Athren had been sent to conquer a distance planet. It's population was of an insect like creature. It had taken Athren a whole six months to conquer the planet with the assistance of a false moon projection from his ship and his Oozaru transformation. Even though Athren had been of royal blood his mother didn't wish to spoil the traditional tasks that their babies were given. She wanted him to be bred into a proper warrior, there wasn't going to be any mercy given to her son simply because he was born as a prince. Though Athren's mission had been a success it wasn't until the age of five that he would return home. When Athren finally returned home he wasn't given much of a warm welcome from his mother. Though his people were grateful to have him return she instantly put him back into another combat situation. She had assigned her best fighter to train him in the most brutal methods possible.
Age 1,578 arrives. Athren is now fifteen years old. He has spent the last ten years being trained by Zaleio. This training wasn't easy, Athren was pushed to his limits time and time again and he continued to break them. He was becoming the young warrior that his mother had expected him to become. Things were going well for Athren up until the invasion force had arrived. For a majority of the war Athren had been active. He had mostly managed to stay on his feet and take out all of the ones whom confronted him. Leading up to the events of the final battle between his mother and the one known as Natto, Athren had been knocked out. When he awoke he had learned about his mothers ending.
It was in that moment that Athren had realized it was his time to shine, it was his time to take up the saiyan empire and rebuild it. It was all on his shoulders to make the saiyan empire strong again. It was all on him. His whole life he had been put to tests physically. It was all to make him strong. When he was involved in his mothers politics he learned how to lead a race yet there was doubt.
Athren was only fifteen. He wasn't ready for that. He needed to build up his strength and his maturity before sitting where his mother did.
Therefore Athren had made a decision. He had heard of the stories of Earth. The saiyan's who had spent time there had grown incredibly in power and skill. There was a variety of creatures and races to fight with and the terrain had much to offer. That's where he had headed.
Age 1,585. Athren had found himself being twenty two. He still stood amongst the Earthlings. The planet Earth had softened him up slightly though his saiyan pride remained. He was still a brutal warrior, he wouldn't hesitate to kill nor wipe out an entire race. He had spent the last seven years here, preparing himself for his return to his people. When he was ready to go back, he would insure that he would be the best ruler that their race had ever seen. He wouldn't allow his people to crumble once more. When he thought of his home Planet, He often thought of the few friends he had and how everyone would react to his return. Surely, it'd be a historic day.
The day the true heir to the throne returns, Athren was positive it'd be a welcomed day indeed.
Techniques: Balanced
Offensive: 9/15
[OT-1] Nova Press
[OT-2] Nova Storm
[OT-3] Nova Eruption
[OT-1] Nova Strike
[OT-2] Nova Combat
[OT-3] Explosive Nova Combat
[OT-1] Nova Cannon
[OT-2] Nova Bomber
[OT-3] Final Nova Cannon
Support: 4/15
[ST-1] Flight
[ST-1] Ki Suppression
[ST-1] Ki Sense
[ST-1] Tail Mastery
Special
Items: Advanced Scouter (Green), 2,000z
