Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 14:43:39 GMT -5
Valentine
Name: Valentine
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Saiyan/Elemi
Homeworld: Earth
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Upon first glance, it would seem that Valentine's most defining trait is his height which has always been slightly above average for his age but noticeably so. The second thing would only be more noticeable to other Saiyans as a result of him being born and raised on Earth; he's less built and intimidating looking than most other full blood Saiyans. This most notably is due to his rather 'lax' life when compared to the trials and struggles of the traditionally raised Saiyans and because of Earth's naturally weaker gravity. His eyes through genetic offshoot can be seen a light purple instead of it's natural color of black irises. Another difference from the typical look of a Saiyan is the fact that his hair is naturally red and long often hanging in a ponytail to stop his hair from obstructing his vision. With the slim figure not gained by active working out but rather by living on the streets primarily as a homeless wanderer before finding his profession.
As of late, Valentine has taken a liking to tribal art and tattoos as he adorned his body in various tribal ink. Valentine also hosts a rather large scar across the torso of his chest. Valentine has been noted to wear a wild range of clothing to suit the needs within his profession. He liked to wear rather simple if not urban clothing that suggest a sense of laxness and yet when forced to deal with the very limited amount of people who require for him to dress up, Valentine has been also noted to rock a suit quite well. His mannerisms often rely or play off whatever his current appearance shows as he'll be likely to be easygoing and generally laxy when in his relaxed style of dress and vice versa.
Backstory:
Valentine grew up on Earth; not because he was sent on some grand mission or because he happened to crash their. No in fact, Valentine was abandoned by his father on Earth because of his pitiful power level and the fact that his father couldn't be bothered to father a child. Luckily, Valentine was found before he'd either become food for the wild life or freeze at night thanks to the freezing conditions of that winter season. He was found by traveling herbalist that specialized in medicines for those who had naturally occurring illness while not being much help in the physical injuries department at all. It wasn't uncommon for dog, cat and other animal hybrid species to exist on Earth so the man simply thought he'd found an abandoned monkey boy. The man was kind to Valentine and tended to have a rather hands off method of parenting allowing Valentine to forge his own way.
Valentine grew up learning his adoptive father's craft and yet always found himself attracted to the more dangerous parts of life. It was Valentine's Saiyan blood drawing him closer and closer to situations that would awaken and feed his lust for battle. At first it started off as typical kid mischief but with Valentine always being tall for his age and slightly more physical mature, he was treated like someone older. It also made him a target for people who wanted to make a name out of themselves by toppling someone like him. Valentine was forced to defend himself but slowly began to like fighting more and more. The bullied slowly but surely became the bully as Valentine grew out of middle school age and at this point a rather poorly known delinquent around the town they settled down in around the time Valentine started middle school.
It was also around this time that his adoptive father began to speak with him, deeply concerned with how his ward was developing. As one of the few key people that Valentine respected; Valentine listened to his father's council but couldn't be drawn away from his new lifestyle completely. Even without being a bully anymore; Valentine still craved fights and mayhem which only worsened with high school. In high school, things were on a much more even playing field as even with Valentine's slightly enhanced physiology as a Saiyan; it was no where to the point that he would be able to defend himself from everyone at his high school. Those who took martial arts were performing feats that Valentine couldn't believe and through this disbelief his own abilities to foster his own connection to his ki was halted.
This allowed Valentine to think of things in a new direction; he needed power from more than one source if he were gain the means to grow stronger. His father's lessons in herbology and the growing demand for drugs around him made it the perfect way to gain money through dealing. However, even this has it's limits as he is in no way shape or form ready to deal with the various syndicates and cartels, as such he remains about mid-level in his business.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1 ] Vanishing Strike
[25% of my pl in Damage]
[li][VT-1 ] Poisonous Gas
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If he happens to have some of the pellets from his father's herbs then he can quickly swallow them and safely(for him) emit a cloud of poisonous gas from his mouth.
[25% Damage. Poison - Damage over time]
[li][VT-1 ] Poisonous Strike
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A quick medicated strike aimed to deliver concise and quick damage. [25% Damage. Stun]
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Support Tiers
- Natural Supression/Ki Suppression [ST-1]
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Unique Tiers
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Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
"Listen Valentine, you could easily make a lot more money if you expanded your current product line. Marijuana is stuff for teenagers and the young while you could expand." The short yellowed haired man would have continued to preach the luxuries of diverse product if not for a lazily yet respected hand was raised to silence him. And with a slight yawn; his hand was withdrawn as he covered his mouth in jerk reaction. After a moment; Valentine would fully open his eyes to observe the man who seemed so eager to speak that he barely held his tongue.
At first, it seemed as if Valentine was angered by the man's suggestion by the serious expression on his face. However, Valentine's speech pattern while obviously serious remained in it's usually lazy tone. "But how many lives would be claimed by my own product? I'd sooner live a normal life and work a nine to five job before I'd recklessly endanger people's lives for something as trivial as money." At this proclamation, the yellowed hair man couldn't resist speaking up enough to say "But why even begin this path at all if something like that matters to you. Obviously money has to be important to you; more than you actually let on."
Valentine normally didn't allow his subordinates to speak out of turn but out of mere humor, he'd allow it this one time. "Not that I answer to you but money has always been nothing but a stepping stone to me. A mere means to an end as I envision things that money can not buy." Valentine in no way considered this man important enough to be made privy on his true goal and as such he left it out intentionally. Regardless, Valentine's patience was also beginning to rapidly deteriorate and as such he'd begin to slowly rise from his seat into a stretch.
The sound of a click could be heard and the cold steel of a gun placed to Valentine's head slowly stayed his movement. Valentine couldn't help but stifle a sense of laughter as the yellowed haired man stood behind him clutching the gun to his head. "Don't move! It's time for a leadership change within our little group. Many of us feel that I would be a better and stronger leader that would greatly boost our revenue." Valentine's laughter only grew louder as the man made such false proclamations of the opinions of Valentine's other subordinates. Most who truly knew Valentine knew that while he lacked several qualities that would make him an effective 'villain'; that Valentine held a sense of guile.
It took more than a few moments for the man to realize that a red beam was steadily placed over his heart as he aimed at Valentine. "You're a fool if you thought I didn't expect your treachery. The whole reason I picked you as my temporary second was because you held ambition as tightly as I did. However, your skill for guile and timing have always been a little off I'm afraid." Valentine then moved his head out of the way of the man's gun knowing that he would no pull the trigger with his own life in danger. The yellowed haired man was ultimately a coward who wouldn't risk his life without being 'sure' that he would survive. Valentine shuffled through his pockets pulling out a joint and a lighter.
Sparking his joint in a rapid succession; Valentine offered the man a last look before exiting the room. As he exited the room; the red beam on the yellow haired man's heart would disappear. And as the man began to rush for the door intent on following Valentine; he'd find that the door wouldn't bulge for a second. The coward quickly began to panic by slamming into the door repeatedly until it finally cracked which triggered an explosion removing evidence of the coward's existence and Valentine's presence at said apartment.
Already on the pavement below joining the crowd; Valentine simply puffed on his joint as the people around him erupted into a panic at the nearby explosion. What a boring day. . .
Reward Requested: Zeni please :3
