Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 16:41:28 GMT -5
BORA  | Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Saiyan Homeworld: Blehberry Starting Planet: Natto |
Appearance:
Bora has a tall yet masculine build, standing at an even 6 foot 2, He towers over most opponents and despite his younger age, even his older brother. His dark onyx eyes show deep internal struggles but he waves it off with a rather carefree attitude. His passion for fighting shines through with his muscular build which is in constant peak condition due to vigorous training. His tail while usually wrapped around his waist tends to flick about without fear of someone grasping at it. This is because though his intense training, he has managed to work through the weakness.
With a bare chest, Bora's attire consists of plain white pants accompanied by a red sash which is held up with a golden belt. The belt matches his golden boots and golden armbands which are fastened to his biceps. The reason for him wearing this particular outfit instead of the saiyan attire which his brother so proud fully brandishes is the fact that he feels confined in it, despite it being specifically made for ease of movement in combat.
Backstory:
While being born into a low class saiyan family was usually nothing special, Bora found a great sense of comradeship being born into this specific family. As soon as he could walk training began and much like his older brother, the young saiyan warrior had to give his everything in order to stay alive. In Bora's own opinion, it was something he lived for. The rush of the fight, the adrenaline which filled his veins and knowing that if you don't strike as hard as you possibly can there's a chance you would die. It was living with your life on your shoulder, but as he grew stronger he came to realize that it was his opponents hearts that he had in the palm of his hand metaphorically speaking. He could end them, just as they could. him. When he reached a point that looked like his end, mother and father would always manage to save him from clutches of death. Bora had slowly come to learn that these beatings where he would hold out to the very last second where lessons. It proved that their parents did care for them as children but wanted them to succeed as warriors too. This was the very reason Bora found himself grateful to be in the family he was and it was the same reason that he continued to give every fight his all. Having his older brother and parents proud of him was his one and only goal. Every time he seemed to be on the verge of losing an arm or a leg, Tarnov was there to protect him and as a way to repay him for the times he fell short. Bora would continue to fight to become stronger to destroy any enemy that got in their way and he would do this with pride in his heart.
As years past, the young saiyan and his older brother showed signs of potential by conquering one planet after the other, one could say it was because of the bond that their family shared. The brothers would take heed to their parents words as if they where masters in the art of battle. Pride was instilled in young saiyan warrior for having the family he had and when other kids tried to bad mouth him or his family, it was usually Tarnov having to pry Bora away from the fight. Either way, respect was gained as both brothers proved that effort of even a low class warrior could turn heads. Unfortunately their fun times of success and wonder would not last very long.
While everything seemed too be going well on one of the planets they where sent to conquer, something went terribly wrong. A routine raid turned into an ambush. The Herans, also a well know race in the galactic world to be pirates among the stars, managed to capture the family as they could not resist in the attack. It was also the first time something seemed to snap in Bora's mind. As he watched his mothers lifeless body drop to the floor he screamed out in anger and lashed out at the Heran's with a blinding rage and a feral like growl. This act was meet with a swift knock out blow to the back of the head, stopping whatever could have unfolded. Many where captured and while the thought of being in the slave trade lingered, the captors they had encountered instead used them in an underworld fight club. Placing bets on races of all different kinds to see who would win in a fight to the death housed in a small arena created by them. Bora's blood continued to boil from rage he held towards the Heran's. He suppressed his anger through training in his cell and talking to his brother but the only time he could truly let his rage loose was when he was called to battle alongside Tarnov.
Being seen as young and weak, the two brothers where granted the opportunity to fight as a team, doing this had them survive for a much longer time. But as days past another tragic incident would arise. Their father showed courage as he attempted a revolt against their captors. Another image was burned into Bora's mind as he watched his fathers severed head be kicked on to the arena floor by the Heran captain. Bora's knuckles popped with rage as he vowed to avenge both their mother and father by tearing every last Heran that controlled the slave ring, apart. As Tarnov put plans into motion among the prisoners, Bora trained relentlessly and showed his results by destroying opponents with violent attacks. Wherever he would fault in protecting himself though, Tarnov proved to be the steady brick wall, allowing no one through his guard. This continued for quite sometime until Tarnov finally gave the signal. As a match began, prisoners broke away from their bounds and revolted against their captors. Bora smiled sadistically as he charged for the leader but was pulled back by his older brother. Pupiless eyes stared back at Tarnov as his younger brother struggled to pull free , wanting revenge for their parents. Realizing the plan, Bora slowly put the idea of killing the Heran captain in the back of his mind. Revenge would come but not on that day, it would have to wait. As the brothers made their escape along with dozens of other freed slaves, Bora looked back at the planet wishing he could throw a blast at it and end it with a bang but even then, revenge would not be sweet. He wanted blood.
Wanting to stay with the only family he had left, Bora followed his older brother and added to his promises that he would continue to grow so he could protect his brother and help him accomplish the goals he set out, so long as one day they get the chance to tear the Heran's apart. Following Tarnov's word, they traveled to Planet Natto to start anew, giving true thought to how they would get their revenge.
(1,013 words)
Techniques
Balanced Tree
Offensive Tiers
Support Tiers
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
2,500 Zeni (If transfer is accepted)
Old Spacepod
Bora has a tall yet masculine build, standing at an even 6 foot 2, He towers over most opponents and despite his younger age, even his older brother. His dark onyx eyes show deep internal struggles but he waves it off with a rather carefree attitude. His passion for fighting shines through with his muscular build which is in constant peak condition due to vigorous training. His tail while usually wrapped around his waist tends to flick about without fear of someone grasping at it. This is because though his intense training, he has managed to work through the weakness.
With a bare chest, Bora's attire consists of plain white pants accompanied by a red sash which is held up with a golden belt. The belt matches his golden boots and golden armbands which are fastened to his biceps. The reason for him wearing this particular outfit instead of the saiyan attire which his brother so proud fully brandishes is the fact that he feels confined in it, despite it being specifically made for ease of movement in combat.
Backstory:
While being born into a low class saiyan family was usually nothing special, Bora found a great sense of comradeship being born into this specific family. As soon as he could walk training began and much like his older brother, the young saiyan warrior had to give his everything in order to stay alive. In Bora's own opinion, it was something he lived for. The rush of the fight, the adrenaline which filled his veins and knowing that if you don't strike as hard as you possibly can there's a chance you would die. It was living with your life on your shoulder, but as he grew stronger he came to realize that it was his opponents hearts that he had in the palm of his hand metaphorically speaking. He could end them, just as they could. him. When he reached a point that looked like his end, mother and father would always manage to save him from clutches of death. Bora had slowly come to learn that these beatings where he would hold out to the very last second where lessons. It proved that their parents did care for them as children but wanted them to succeed as warriors too. This was the very reason Bora found himself grateful to be in the family he was and it was the same reason that he continued to give every fight his all. Having his older brother and parents proud of him was his one and only goal. Every time he seemed to be on the verge of losing an arm or a leg, Tarnov was there to protect him and as a way to repay him for the times he fell short. Bora would continue to fight to become stronger to destroy any enemy that got in their way and he would do this with pride in his heart.
As years past, the young saiyan and his older brother showed signs of potential by conquering one planet after the other, one could say it was because of the bond that their family shared. The brothers would take heed to their parents words as if they where masters in the art of battle. Pride was instilled in young saiyan warrior for having the family he had and when other kids tried to bad mouth him or his family, it was usually Tarnov having to pry Bora away from the fight. Either way, respect was gained as both brothers proved that effort of even a low class warrior could turn heads. Unfortunately their fun times of success and wonder would not last very long.
While everything seemed too be going well on one of the planets they where sent to conquer, something went terribly wrong. A routine raid turned into an ambush. The Herans, also a well know race in the galactic world to be pirates among the stars, managed to capture the family as they could not resist in the attack. It was also the first time something seemed to snap in Bora's mind. As he watched his mothers lifeless body drop to the floor he screamed out in anger and lashed out at the Heran's with a blinding rage and a feral like growl. This act was meet with a swift knock out blow to the back of the head, stopping whatever could have unfolded. Many where captured and while the thought of being in the slave trade lingered, the captors they had encountered instead used them in an underworld fight club. Placing bets on races of all different kinds to see who would win in a fight to the death housed in a small arena created by them. Bora's blood continued to boil from rage he held towards the Heran's. He suppressed his anger through training in his cell and talking to his brother but the only time he could truly let his rage loose was when he was called to battle alongside Tarnov.
Being seen as young and weak, the two brothers where granted the opportunity to fight as a team, doing this had them survive for a much longer time. But as days past another tragic incident would arise. Their father showed courage as he attempted a revolt against their captors. Another image was burned into Bora's mind as he watched his fathers severed head be kicked on to the arena floor by the Heran captain. Bora's knuckles popped with rage as he vowed to avenge both their mother and father by tearing every last Heran that controlled the slave ring, apart. As Tarnov put plans into motion among the prisoners, Bora trained relentlessly and showed his results by destroying opponents with violent attacks. Wherever he would fault in protecting himself though, Tarnov proved to be the steady brick wall, allowing no one through his guard. This continued for quite sometime until Tarnov finally gave the signal. As a match began, prisoners broke away from their bounds and revolted against their captors. Bora smiled sadistically as he charged for the leader but was pulled back by his older brother. Pupiless eyes stared back at Tarnov as his younger brother struggled to pull free , wanting revenge for their parents. Realizing the plan, Bora slowly put the idea of killing the Heran captain in the back of his mind. Revenge would come but not on that day, it would have to wait. As the brothers made their escape along with dozens of other freed slaves, Bora looked back at the planet wishing he could throw a blast at it and end it with a bang but even then, revenge would not be sweet. He wanted blood.
Wanting to stay with the only family he had left, Bora followed his older brother and added to his promises that he would continue to grow so he could protect his brother and help him accomplish the goals he set out, so long as one day they get the chance to tear the Heran's apart. Following Tarnov's word, they traveled to Planet Natto to start anew, giving true thought to how they would get their revenge.
(1,013 words)
Techniques
Balanced Tree
Offensive Tiers
[OT -1] Obliteration Shell: A green light of energy surges up from around his body and gathers it into his palm forming a bright-green energy sphere. Next, he waves his hand forward and fires the attack at the opponent. [25% of current PL] [OT -2] Ambush Cluster: Bora draws his right hand back and charges a green energy sphere. As he waves his hand forward, several compact yet powerful energy sphere bullets fire and follow the opponent's movements. [50% of current PL] [ST -2]Eraser Palm: Bora flies past his opponent with an Obliteration Shell in his hand which he presses to the opponent's stomach. He then pushes his hand with the Obliteration shell forward and, at point blank range, blasts his opponent away. [50%] |
Support Tiers
[ST-1] Flight: The ability to manipulate one's ki so that they can levitate from the ground and even fly. [ST-1] Tail Mastery: The user has gone through intense and painful training to overcome this weakness. [ST-1] Ki Sense: Allows to have a general notion of people's PL as long as they are in the same region. |
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
2,500 Zeni (If transfer is accepted)
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
As a gentle breeze swept in trough the window it cast the curtains about like a flag. The moon shone brightly over a restless figure whom tossed about in his sleep. His face showed that he was in a mental tug of war in his mind. Sweat dripped off his body as his hands clutched at his skull as if trying to pull him from his nightmares....
"Release me~" The voice was slightly clearer now as Bora moved towards the door. Looking through the door frame, he saw nothing but darkness until a cracked full- body mirror slide out from the darkness. The young saiyan raised a brow at the strange occurrence and stared at his reflection. Everything seemed to be fine, however a dark hood figure practically twice his size stood behind him in the mirror. Bora turned with fright only to find no one was there {What the hell is this?} Bora questioned himself as he slowly turned back to the mirror. Doing so, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of his supposed self, only now his reflection showed the large hooded figure's hand wrap around his neck. With an echoing click, his body dropped to the floor.
The young saiyan warrior looked on in fear and confusion at the scene. The Hooded stranger slowly pulled back his hood revealing a man that looked just like him. With a build that seemed like a giant and wild hair, the very essence of wrath dripped from his sadistic grin and pupiless eyes. The man stared at Bora through the mirror. "RELEASE ME." He roared with a beast like anger as his hand moved through the mirror and grabbed holed of his throat. The young saiyan warrior struggled for breath. The feeling of suffocation set in as the maniac's laugh echoed in his ears.
His eyes went wide as he crawled backwards to the the wall. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!" He yelled in confusion. It felt as though he where nothing but a weak, pathetic child again and when a silhouette of his father slowly stepped out of the shadows and into the light, he felt even more powerless. "F-Father? Is it really y-" He went silent as his fathers head dropped from his shoulders and rolled to Bora's feet. The young saiyan slowly stood up to a vertical position using the wall behind him as a guide to finding his feet. Staring down into the lifeless eyes of his father, Bora grit his teeth when tears began to swell up in his eyes. His emerald aura burst forth like a wild fire flame, his muscles tightened and just like the reflection in the mirror, his pupils disappeared. Grunts and growls like some sort of feral animal or demon escaped him as he formed a closed fist. By waving his arm forward, it swung back and slammed into the wall behind him causing a crack to move through the entire room. "I'll kill them!!" His fist smashed back into the wall once more causing the roof to collapse. "RELEASE ME!!!!" This time the beast like voice boomed like a volcano erupting and caused a shiver to run down Bora's body, shaking his body to the core.
"RAAAGH!" The young saiyan warrior awoke from the nightmare with two other saiyans attempting to restrain him. Sweat ran down his face and blood dripped from the palms of his hands as result of his own nails digging into the skin. He breathed heavily as he glanced around the room as if trying to find someone.
"Bora!"
"Calm down you fool!"
"It's just a dream."
The two saiyans looked at Bora with confusion and slowly let go as he showed self control. "If you keep acting out like this in your sleep, one of these days, they will put you out of your misery." The first saiyan who referred to himself as Ringo spoke with irritation. Bora slowly sat up as his heartbeat slowly dropped to a stable pace. "I'm fine..." Bora responded softly as he ran a hand through his long spiky locks.
"Like hell you are... You needed to get checked for something... Rabid..." A silence set in the room when Bora slowly climbed to his feet. A blunt expression on his face as he cocked his fist back.
Both saiyans where "escorted" to the hallway in a violent manner where Bora would slam the door in their faces. Their muffled voice chimed on from the other side of the door, both angered by Bora's ungratefulness. The young saiyan warrior ignored it as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
{The dreams... are getting worse. It's getting more and more difficult to sleep and the images that where once blurry are so vivid now.} He let out a sigh. {Whatever is going on in my head, I have to keep it together... For Tarnov.}
****
In a broken, run down and badly lit room, Bora stood idly and glanced about with concern. A whispered flew through the room on the icy breeze which funneled in through the single shattered window. It was muffled and faint but Bora could still manage to understand it. "Release me~" The young saiyan stared on with a frown, using all his sense as means to try and locate the source of the voice but was without luck. "Where are you!" He yelled in frustration with a tinge of fear cracking in his voice, hidden just beneath his pride. The sound of footsteps echoed as a door appeared from no where and creaked open on rusty hinges. "Release me~" The voice was slightly clearer now as Bora moved towards the door. Looking through the door frame, he saw nothing but darkness until a cracked full- body mirror slide out from the darkness. The young saiyan raised a brow at the strange occurrence and stared at his reflection. Everything seemed to be fine, however a dark hood figure practically twice his size stood behind him in the mirror. Bora turned with fright only to find no one was there {What the hell is this?} Bora questioned himself as he slowly turned back to the mirror. Doing so, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of his supposed self, only now his reflection showed the large hooded figure's hand wrap around his neck. With an echoing click, his body dropped to the floor.
The young saiyan warrior looked on in fear and confusion at the scene. The Hooded stranger slowly pulled back his hood revealing a man that looked just like him. With a build that seemed like a giant and wild hair, the very essence of wrath dripped from his sadistic grin and pupiless eyes. The man stared at Bora through the mirror. "RELEASE ME." He roared with a beast like anger as his hand moved through the mirror and grabbed holed of his throat. The young saiyan warrior struggled for breath. The feeling of suffocation set in as the maniac's laugh echoed in his ears.
****
Bora clawed at his throat when realization struck. The entire scene had changed and he was surrounded by a mass of water. Unable to find his breath and drowning but something latched on and with a violent tug, Bora was pulled from the large mass of water and thrown straight down into dirt. Water which had filled his lungs came up with a coughing fit. Even then, Bora's eyes darted around the new scene, taking in the surroundings. He was in a place he wished he never had to see again. The very same cell he and his brother where tossed into back at the slave arena. His eyes went wide as he crawled backwards to the the wall. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!" He yelled in confusion. It felt as though he where nothing but a weak, pathetic child again and when a silhouette of his father slowly stepped out of the shadows and into the light, he felt even more powerless. "F-Father? Is it really y-" He went silent as his fathers head dropped from his shoulders and rolled to Bora's feet. The young saiyan slowly stood up to a vertical position using the wall behind him as a guide to finding his feet. Staring down into the lifeless eyes of his father, Bora grit his teeth when tears began to swell up in his eyes. His emerald aura burst forth like a wild fire flame, his muscles tightened and just like the reflection in the mirror, his pupils disappeared. Grunts and growls like some sort of feral animal or demon escaped him as he formed a closed fist. By waving his arm forward, it swung back and slammed into the wall behind him causing a crack to move through the entire room. "I'll kill them!!" His fist smashed back into the wall once more causing the roof to collapse. "RELEASE ME!!!!" This time the beast like voice boomed like a volcano erupting and caused a shiver to run down Bora's body, shaking his body to the core.
"RAAAGH!" The young saiyan warrior awoke from the nightmare with two other saiyans attempting to restrain him. Sweat ran down his face and blood dripped from the palms of his hands as result of his own nails digging into the skin. He breathed heavily as he glanced around the room as if trying to find someone.
"Bora!"
"Calm down you fool!"
"It's just a dream."
The two saiyans looked at Bora with confusion and slowly let go as he showed self control. "If you keep acting out like this in your sleep, one of these days, they will put you out of your misery." The first saiyan who referred to himself as Ringo spoke with irritation. Bora slowly sat up as his heartbeat slowly dropped to a stable pace. "I'm fine..." Bora responded softly as he ran a hand through his long spiky locks.
"Like hell you are... You needed to get checked for something... Rabid..." A silence set in the room when Bora slowly climbed to his feet. A blunt expression on his face as he cocked his fist back.
*CRASH*
Both saiyans where "escorted" to the hallway in a violent manner where Bora would slam the door in their faces. Their muffled voice chimed on from the other side of the door, both angered by Bora's ungratefulness. The young saiyan warrior ignored it as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
{The dreams... are getting worse. It's getting more and more difficult to sleep and the images that where once blurry are so vivid now.} He let out a sigh. {Whatever is going on in my head, I have to keep it together... For Tarnov.}
1,013 from Backstory + 1,040 from Sample= WC: 2,053
(Request: Zeni)
(Request: Zeni)
Character Transfer: (Please Note Bora is under power concealment meaning his profile is not readable however I can supply a screen cap)
As well as the link provided in the screen cap)
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