Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 21:52:57 GMT -5
Dyn's 3rd Character
Appearance:
Seemingly a saiyan in every aspect of appearance, Tarnov has moderately muscular build without being quite top or bottom heavy but instead evenly distributed along his form. He stands, not exactly proudly, at a 5'6 and typically has a serious expression on his face. On his cheek is his most noticeable scar and many more like it reside on his chest, back, and the waist down. His hair is spiked up a bit in the front while the rest is a bit more tame in comparison to most of his race, excluding some stray ends in the back. On his right ear, while healed now, there is a noticeable scar that would seem to be from a partially torn lobe. He also has the standard tail hanging out just above his rear.
Like most Saiyans in the alliance, or so it seems, Tarnov wears the traditional saiyan armor of the lower class that they were given by the PTO some time ago. On his right arm is a shoulder guard that points out a bit and helps protect against some injury to his main striking arm. He has a golden trim on his armor plates along with a piece of cloth on his left shoulder. He also wears plates on his knees and has plating on his boots. On each forearm, he wears a plated guard as well. Underneath his armor is a navy colored jumpsuit without sleeves on either side. He wears a standard pair of saiyan boots that have been modified to have plating on the sides as well as colored black. While this is his traditional attire and what he prefers to fight in, it isn't uncommon to see him without his armor or even wearing the native planet's clothes if he has to. He typically will have his tail wrapped around his waist where it will be nice and safe.
Backstory:
Tarnov's earliest memory of his home planet was being born into the Saiyan Empire as a first born child of his family. When most saiyans left their children in pods to take care of them until they could be shipped to a planet to raise hell on it, Tarnov's parents were a bit different. With a contempt for weakness, they took Tarnov as soon as he was old enough to throw a punch and brought him with them on their missions. Tarnov, more often than not, was beaten to the ground and near death from these missions that were clearly not meant for someone of his age and lack of experience. Still, his parents would either see him become strong from the experience or die a weakling. There were many times when one stray blast, one quick punch, one single move could end the mean of Tarnov's life, but perhaps he had just been lucky enough to survive it all. As an infant, Tarnov grew to resent this strategy and hated his parents for it, but as he found it easier to break foes with his strikes, he began to see some bit of value in it despite how he felt on it. When he was one, he was still significantly weaker than his parents, but he could still stir up a bit more trouble than the typical toddler.
Soon enough, his little brother Bora had been born and brought into the fray like himself. While Tarnov had gained a bit more experience than his brother, not much at that, he could see that from the way Bora fought with reckless abandon as a young boy that he was much more ferocious than himself. But something else Tarnov noticed was that while there were times when Bora would also be close to meeting his fate, his parents would secretly interject to make sure the kid would survive with some harsh injuries to teach him a lesson. It was then that Tarnov realized he had never truly been at death's door like he thought he was with the two guardians watching over him in his youngest years and his resentment towards the pair softened a bit. Still, he found himself moving in and helping to keep his brother from losing limbs from time to time while his brother raged on with the spirit of battle that most saiyans could only dream of. In some ways, it was a bit scary to Tarnov who also enjoyed battle, but still fought with caution.
Years passed and the two infants soon became proud young Saiyan boys of ten and nine who fought valiantly alongside their parents as they raided one planet before the next. The brothers had formed quite a bit of a connection with their parents unlike most had, seeing the pair as their mentors and their caretakers that had made them stronger than most of the other kids their age. While this meant Tarnov had to stop his brother Bora from beating on other runts that ran their mouth about the pair from time to time, he felt a bit of enjoyment knowing that the two could be seen as young fierce warriors worthy of a bit of respect from their peers, even if they were only low class fighters.
Though the egos of the two boys would come to bite them later on. On a standard raid to a supposedly weak planet, the family was ambushed by strange foreign creatures that they would later learn was the Herans. Unable to resist their onslaught, their mother was killed when she threw herself in the way of a large Ki blast that would have killed them all if she hadn't sacrificed her life. It was something Tarnov saw that stuck with him forever, not quite understanding why someone would do something so foolish. With the others too damaged and beaten from the rest of the blast as well as the ambush before, they were easily restrained and captured. While many people captured like this would be tossed into the slave trade with unknown futures, the particular group that captured Tarnov and his family were more interested with obtaining different races from the universe in small groups and making them fight each other to the death in a small arena they constructed. It wasn't exactly something the saiyans wouldn't do, but something about the Herans doing it to the people Tarnov looked at as his comrades ignited a fire in him.
The saiyans fought many matches, his father fighting on his own while the two inexperienced warriors were permitted to join forces in their battle since they were so young and weak, and they would survive for some time. At least Tarnov and Bora's father had their head severed in front of him for trying to revolt against their Heran captors. It was an act that rooted itself deeply within Tarnov's mind, filling him with immense rage. He wanted nothing more than to see the herans crumble before him and rip them apart. Likewise, many of the other slaves seemed to take notice of the martyr act and were inspired by it. All his teammates were dying and Tarnov felt powerless. With only his brother remaining, Tarnov swore he would not allow him to fall as well. They fought harder, more fiercely, and Tarnov became the shield to Bora's sword as he stood at his brother's defense, his body growing hardened from the constant abuse. They fought hard, but when they weren't in their matches, Tarnov found himself fraternizing with the foes they would likely see on the field, gaining a bit of a respect for his fellow slaves as they began plans to escape their Heran captors. Soon enough, the slaves found themselves in their matches once more, but before the main bloodshed could begin, a revolt began and the slaves broke from their bonds. Many stayed to fight, buying time for their friends and family to escape. Tarnov's saiyan blood demanded he meet the challenge and he wanted nothing more, as well as his brother, but he fought against every muscle in his body urging him towards the conflict and instead moved to escape, forcing Bora to come with him. They would get their revenge properly when they were older, if the Herans survived that is. The pair jumped onto a ship along with a bunch of other slaves and they escaped, each being delivered to their respective planets while remembering those who had stayed behind valiantly. When it came for Tarnov and Bora to return to their home, the thought about it before instead heading to Natto. Tarnov no longer had any interest in random acts of savagery, instead having two goals in mind. He was set on becoming a symbol of freedom for those who were captured, someone they could believe in to save them from their slavery as he had gained a bit of respect for the other races who were enslaved by the Herans. As well as this, he wanted to claim the head of the men and women who had killed two of his comrades and parents. The saiyans on Planet Vegeta likely wouldn't understand this cause, but he felt maybe the Alliance would. And since then, the pair have resided on Natto, building their strength and biding their time until they would take their revenge.
Techniques
Balance Tree
Offense Tiers
[25% of current PL]
[li][OT-2] Hero's Javelin [/li]
Unlike how his normal Saiyan's Javelin is one large sphere of energy tossed at his foe, Hero's Javelin starts the same way as he tosses a large Ki orb toward the opponent initially, but as he throws he will also fire a wave at it which propels it further and faster at his opponent in a straight line..
[50% of current PL]
[li][OT-1] Ki Blast[/li]
The user will start by focusing the Ki in him on his body takes a moment before going to fire a large blast of Ki at his opponent.
[25% of current PL]
Support Tiers
[Dodge up to 100% of current PL]
[li][ST-1] Flight[/li]
By focusing the energy within himself, Tarnov can levitate and fly at great speeds.
[Flying]
[li][ST-1] Selfless Defense[/li]
Upon seeing an attack head for another person, Tarnov can throw himself in the way instead to take the damage of the attack, blocking up to 40% of the damage meant to hit his ally (or 2, if there are two).
[Redirect damage to himself, Possibly block damage.]
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
2,500 Zeni (if transfer succeeds)
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Standing outside an old and seemingly decrepit building, Tarnov couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as he stared at the building. It'd been a few years since he'd been here but it didn't seem to look much better than it had before when he left. The only reason he heard about this place was because he had been told that there was some old hermit living alone out here away from the main city that was incredibly strong. In some ways, he guessed they were right. Even still though, he had been quite shocked by what he'd came and saw the first time he visited, probably only a around eleven at the time when he arrived. Closing his eyes, Tarnov thought back on the memory, trying his best to recollect one of the more important days of his life.
One strike followed by another, Tarnov rushed forward as he tried to slam his fists ruthlessly into his opponent, roaring in frustration as they were either caught or simply blocked in response. His opponent had a guard that he couldn't break through and it was driving him more crazy than anything else in the world right now. She was faster than him, more durable, and she definitely was stronger as well. This is what it felt like to be outmatched, but there was no way that Tarnov was just going to pass up this challenge. He just had to think on an advantage he could use. Rushing forward once more, he began to wildly swing his fists only for her to knock them away once more. But this time, he reeled his right arm back and channeled his Ki before going to toss it forward, throwing a much weaker version of his Hero's spear at the foe. He wouldn't have much time to channel the blast to full power, but maybe he would catch her off guard. She didn't even seem to flinch as the strike came spiraling towards her before she seemed to vanish and reappear behind the saiyan, catching Tarnov a bit off guard. Trying to spin himself around to catch his foe before she could strike, a fist slammed into his gut and sent his flying back into a wall of the room. Slamming into the ground after sticking to the wall for a few moments, a large crack seemed to form where his back had struck it, parts of the wall chipping away and falling.
Gritting his teeth a bit, Tarnov slowly began to push himself up from the ground before feeling a harsh boot slam down on his head, sending his face back down into the ground before he felt the boot move to press down on the center of his back instead. "Come on now. That can't be your breaking point, can it? I'd be disappointed if it was. I don't help train weaklings." she teased him a bit, figuring riling him up would help get him going for more. Tarnov pushed on his forearms underneath her as he tried to budge under her strength, growling loudly as he couldn't seem to quite muster the force he needed to unroot himself from her floor. Still, he squirmed and tried his best to do it even if his young body wasn't near as strong as her aged form. "You can't be serious. Some stupid brat like you thinks they can take on the mercs? And you're going to be the savior of all the oppressed peoples? What a joke." she taunted him as her voice grew colder in response.
"S-Shut up you hag! I'll do it!" he lashed out a bit as he started to slowly rise a bit, though not more than an inch off the ground while his whole body shook from the pressure weighing down on his body. He was getting angry and it was evident on his face as he felt his teeth grinding and he clenched his fists tightly. This was the seventeenth time the two had gone in one on one like this and Tarnov felt he hadn't made any progress since day one of their training together. If anything, all he got was more flustered with each passing day. "I-I'm Tarnov! and I. . . I will. . ." he pushed himself even harder against her, but it didn't seem like he was getting any leeway from her as he slowly began to descend back into the ground.
Giving a slightly amused chuckle at his words, the older saiyan woman seemed to press down a bit harder on the boy now. "You'll go and cry to your brother about how I beat you? Seems fitting since obviously a little bastard like you can't stand up to an. . . What was it? Old hag?" she seemed to be enjoying herself now as she lifted her boot up before slamming down on his upper back with quite a bit of force. "If you just apologize, maybe I'll let you go. But if you quit now, don't bother coming back here." she warned as she narrowed her eyes down at him. She wanted to see everything he had to throw, but she could feel he wasn't quite using everything he had to fight her. Maybe she'd try going a bit darker to get some results. "What did your parents see in someone like you anyways?"
Rage now began to build in Tarnov as soon as she went to the one place he thought was off limits. He twitched a bit under her foot, rising slightly more, but still he came to a stop as a bit more pressure was applied in return. She was getting to him and he knew it, but he couldn't help feel like both his pride and his family's legacy was being tarnished by her words alone. Growling louder, he raise a fist and slammed it into the ground, trying to get more adrenaline going into him as he seemed to falter for a minute from her force before taking the same position once more. "Don't you talk about them like that, Karro! I'll kill you if you do!" he roared out in anger.
"Oh really? You're going to kill me?" she laughed a bit at that one before taking her boot off of his back, only to deliver a harsh kick that sent him flying into the wall once more, another hole formed where he landed. Tarnov gasped a bit in pain as he held his side for a moment before looking up at the woman. For the most part, she seemed like an ordinary saiyan woman. She was hitting on sixty about, but her age didn't really seem to show like most full blooded saiyans didn't for most of their lives. Her hair was short and didn't go lower than her neck, but sat spiked up towards the top as well as a bit in the back. She had a few scars on her face including one that ran down from the edge of her lip to her chin, but for the most part she looked respectable as a saiyan. Then his eyes trailed a bit lower and he narrowed them, flustered more each time he saw it during their lessons. Her right arm, still having adequate muscle, was covered in a mix of scars as well as ink markings that told of her many victories in combat. The left however. . . Was missing outright, her jumpsuit tied off at the shoulder on that arm to prevent it getting caught as well as to help hide the wound that hid under it. It was that same wound that drove Tarnov crazy, filling his head with doubt over his strength and how he seemed incapable of even taking on some one armed geezer with everything he had. Watching the way she scowled up at him, Karro seemed to get the idea she must had struck a nerve. With a sigh, she turned her back on the kid and proceeded to start heading towards the door. "That's enough for today. I'm getting tired of beating on you." she said simply with a wave of her hand.
Brief flashbacks of the arenas where the Herans made Tarnov and his brother fight flashed into his mind. A place where there was no mercy or surrender, but instead only death. He still had scars from the days of fighting in death matches, which he wore as a sign that he would keep living on despite whatever hardships he faced, but there was always a thought that lingered on Tarnov's mind since he escaped. If Tarnov had lost there, that would be the end of his life. There was no other way to think about it. Whatever goals he had and whatever feelings of revenge on the group that killed his parents he bore, they would all just seem to vanish with the last trace that he existed. And his brother Bora would be left to fight alone assuming he even survived at that. The arena was a place where the strong lived and the weaklings perished. And right now Tarnov seemed to be a weakling.
But Tarnov wouldn't have it. Clouded by his rage as she spoke about his parents, he got to his feet before rushing at her from behind, roaring out like an animal as he tried to deliver a harsh punch to the woman's head. Instead though, he felt his arm grabbed in the air before his body was slammed to the ground by it, proceeded with the arm being pulled out of it's socket. To top it off, she delivered a harsh kick to his face which sent him back a few feet towards the center of the room. The young boy held his nose in his still usable hand as he seemed stunned a bit before going to look up at the woman with a scowl and let out an audible groan of pain. "It was a nice attempt and the way you used your anger at first was good. . ." she began to explain, pausing for a moment before shaking her head. "But you let it consume you and you lost all your sense. From that moment, you were only bound to lose. And I thought you told me your brother was the hotheaded one."
Tarnov seemed to still be fuming at first from the embarrassment mixed with pain as he tried to push himself up for a moment before falling onto his face again. He knew that if he went home like this, the taunting and teasing from Bora would be never ending. He'd have to resort to something a bit drastic. Rolling onto his other side with his arm hanging limply, he took a deep breath before going to grab the limp arm and try to push it back into place, managing to only hang on for a few moments before the insane amount of pain forced him to stop. "Dammit!" he shouted as he slammed his fist into the ground before he noticed his mentor was walking back towards him. He figured she had come for more teasing or to lay down some more harm on him for pulling a dirty trick, but instead she grabbed his bicep and looked him in the eyes. "This is going to hurt a lot. Get ready." she warned, waiting for his nod as he closed his eyes tightly before he felt an intense jolt of pain sweep over the right side of his upper body, yelling out a bit as he clenched his fist tightly. But after a few moments, the pain seemed to subside a little bit and Tarnov slowly reopened his eyes to see his arm was back in place. Slowly opening and closing his fingers, he still seemed to have a bit of trouble moving the arm it seemed but it certainly was better than not being able to move it at all. Rising up, she stared down at him as he slowly started to calm down a bit without all the amount of pain stabbing into his body anymore, though it still was aching from the beatdown. It was only then they both noticed that a light trickle of blood was going down Tarnov's nose as some drops hit the floor. Looking at the sight, Tarnov seemed to blink a few times before he puffed his cheeks out a bit. "That hurt a lot." he complained lightly as if it had any merit, causing her to laugh a bit at him in return. Though after a few moments, Tarnov seemed to join in as he looked at himself. "Dammit, I was beaten by a cripple like you again." he spoke playfully. "Yeah, it's not hard to beat some weak brat that's as arrogant as you. Maybe if you train more, you'll actually land a punch. Though don't expect it." she remarked a bit playfully in return, offering a hand to him.
At first Tarnov looked up at it with a bit of a pause, but slowly he went to take it, gripping her by her forearm with his own left hand as the right still seemed too sore to use. Getting pulled up to his feet, the young saiyan seemed to wait for a few moments before noticing his teacher already leaving the room without him, going to chase after her quickly. Exiting the training room and walking through the house, everything seemed to be a rather large mess with bowls and rags thrown about randomly almost like intentional decorations to the house. Opening the door slowly, she seemed to lead him outside before looking out at the setting sun with a bit of intrigue. "I'll admit, you did manage to last longer this time. In fact, you didn't even pass out once today. I suppose you are somewhat making progress, you runt." she said in a way that seemed harsh, though Tarnov took it for whatever it was worth. It was most likely the closest thing he would ever get to a compliment out of her. Looking down at the saiyan boy as he looked up at her with wide eyes, she grunted and seemed to grow annoyed before going to begin walking towards the capital. "Wipe that look off your face and come on. I need to buy food and you need to go back to your brother." she growled lightly before he quickly rushed at her command to her side and held a steady pace along with her.
"Why are you walking with me?" Tarnov questioned curiously as he looked at his Karro, blinking a bit as it seemed this was the first time they'd actually been together outside of their meeting and their training. Typically when she went for food after beating Tarnov into the dirt, she just flew on without him and let him walk by himself. But today she was here with him for some reason which stirred a bit of worry within Tarnov's mind as he thought she might give him a surprise beatdown along the way.
Looking down at her student, Karro seemed to think on her words before giving a light smirk. "I feel like walking today and I wanted you to keep me company. Would you rather I leave without you and look for your brother so I can tell you about how you failed at sucker punching me?" she teased before Tarnov straightened up a bit, shaking his head furiously at the threat. "I thought not." she said before she laughed a bit mockingly at the boy.
Tarnov mainly kept his eyes on the dirt path they walked on, but he couldn't help but glance up curiously at his teacher from time to time as he still seemed startled to be in her presence outside of a sparring match. It was the first time it happened and it was slightly freaking him out still. Though as the pair walked for a while, Tarnov began to relax a bit and some questions came to his mind. Questions that he knew that she would probably only know the answers to. Clearing his throat a bit to get her attention, he waited for a moment before looking up at her.
"Hey. You knew my mom, right?" he finally pushed the question out, though she didn't seem to react at first. Finally after a good minute passed, she gave a nod of her head. "Yeah, she was my sister technically I guess. We both had the same mom, but we had different fathers so we shared half of the same blood or something. But it isn't like we were close or anything. She was just another saiyan to me." she said with a shrug of her shoulder. "I know. . . That's why I wanna know why my mother and father were. . . The way they were." he carefully explained, rubbing his arm a bit. "Most saiyans don't even know their families and a lot of them just put their kids in incubators before shipping them off to planets. Why didn't my parents do that with me and Bora? And why did they even stay together after they had me?" he spoke with uncertainty, looking up to her as he expected some kind of answers.
She came to a stop and had to think for a moment about the days when she used to be part of the saiyan empire before deserting to the alliance. Waiting a bit, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes before sighing. "Your parents didn't like the way most saiyans did things. They met as comrades of the same team and after most of the team was wiped out, they decided to stay together after. If you ask me how they felt for each other, I don't know. I do know that they both wanted whatever children they produced to be very strong, even comparable in strength to the upper classes. Naturally many saiyans including myself laughed at them. We thought they must had been stupid to bring personally attend to their own kids and bring them on missions at such a young age. But you guys. . . You survived, I suppose. None of us expected it, but you two turned into fair fighters for your age. And then after I met you later on and you told me your story about the heran arena. . . Well, most kids your age wouldn't be able to pull that off. Most saiyans don't get the same amount of training you got or even know their parents. You and your brother aren't anything extraordinary now, but maybe if you two work together and keep getting stronger, you'll be quite the scary force." she answered before taking a breath from the long explanation, scratching the back of her head as she didn't seem to understand the answer much herself. "Scary next to me, that is." she added after a few moments, getting a laugh out of Tarnov which she quickly answered with a hard punch to the back of his head.
A smile came to Tarnov's face as he thought a bit about the memory before going to knock lightly on the wall. "You hag." he chuckled a bit to himself as he went to move over to the door, pushing it open slowly before spotting her sitting up on the edge of her bed, fastening her boots. Slowly, she looked up to him and smirked slightly. "You're still alive, you runt?" she stood up as she clenched her fist, rolling her shoulder a bit. "Yeah, I figured it was time for our rematch, old witch. Hope you're not too old to keep up." he taunted her as he turned and headed for the old training room.
1,229 from Backstory + 3,287 from Sample = 4,516
Reward Requested: Zeni
Character transfer. s13.zetaboards.com/dbza/topic/7206564/1/#new[/ul][/ul]
Tarnov
Name: Tarnov (Pun on Turnip)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Saiyan
Homeworld: Blehberry (Vegeta at the time)
Starting Planet: Natto
Appearance:
Seemingly a saiyan in every aspect of appearance, Tarnov has moderately muscular build without being quite top or bottom heavy but instead evenly distributed along his form. He stands, not exactly proudly, at a 5'6 and typically has a serious expression on his face. On his cheek is his most noticeable scar and many more like it reside on his chest, back, and the waist down. His hair is spiked up a bit in the front while the rest is a bit more tame in comparison to most of his race, excluding some stray ends in the back. On his right ear, while healed now, there is a noticeable scar that would seem to be from a partially torn lobe. He also has the standard tail hanging out just above his rear.
Like most Saiyans in the alliance, or so it seems, Tarnov wears the traditional saiyan armor of the lower class that they were given by the PTO some time ago. On his right arm is a shoulder guard that points out a bit and helps protect against some injury to his main striking arm. He has a golden trim on his armor plates along with a piece of cloth on his left shoulder. He also wears plates on his knees and has plating on his boots. On each forearm, he wears a plated guard as well. Underneath his armor is a navy colored jumpsuit without sleeves on either side. He wears a standard pair of saiyan boots that have been modified to have plating on the sides as well as colored black. While this is his traditional attire and what he prefers to fight in, it isn't uncommon to see him without his armor or even wearing the native planet's clothes if he has to. He typically will have his tail wrapped around his waist where it will be nice and safe.
Backstory:
Tarnov's earliest memory of his home planet was being born into the Saiyan Empire as a first born child of his family. When most saiyans left their children in pods to take care of them until they could be shipped to a planet to raise hell on it, Tarnov's parents were a bit different. With a contempt for weakness, they took Tarnov as soon as he was old enough to throw a punch and brought him with them on their missions. Tarnov, more often than not, was beaten to the ground and near death from these missions that were clearly not meant for someone of his age and lack of experience. Still, his parents would either see him become strong from the experience or die a weakling. There were many times when one stray blast, one quick punch, one single move could end the mean of Tarnov's life, but perhaps he had just been lucky enough to survive it all. As an infant, Tarnov grew to resent this strategy and hated his parents for it, but as he found it easier to break foes with his strikes, he began to see some bit of value in it despite how he felt on it. When he was one, he was still significantly weaker than his parents, but he could still stir up a bit more trouble than the typical toddler.
Soon enough, his little brother Bora had been born and brought into the fray like himself. While Tarnov had gained a bit more experience than his brother, not much at that, he could see that from the way Bora fought with reckless abandon as a young boy that he was much more ferocious than himself. But something else Tarnov noticed was that while there were times when Bora would also be close to meeting his fate, his parents would secretly interject to make sure the kid would survive with some harsh injuries to teach him a lesson. It was then that Tarnov realized he had never truly been at death's door like he thought he was with the two guardians watching over him in his youngest years and his resentment towards the pair softened a bit. Still, he found himself moving in and helping to keep his brother from losing limbs from time to time while his brother raged on with the spirit of battle that most saiyans could only dream of. In some ways, it was a bit scary to Tarnov who also enjoyed battle, but still fought with caution.
Years passed and the two infants soon became proud young Saiyan boys of ten and nine who fought valiantly alongside their parents as they raided one planet before the next. The brothers had formed quite a bit of a connection with their parents unlike most had, seeing the pair as their mentors and their caretakers that had made them stronger than most of the other kids their age. While this meant Tarnov had to stop his brother Bora from beating on other runts that ran their mouth about the pair from time to time, he felt a bit of enjoyment knowing that the two could be seen as young fierce warriors worthy of a bit of respect from their peers, even if they were only low class fighters.
Though the egos of the two boys would come to bite them later on. On a standard raid to a supposedly weak planet, the family was ambushed by strange foreign creatures that they would later learn was the Herans. Unable to resist their onslaught, their mother was killed when she threw herself in the way of a large Ki blast that would have killed them all if she hadn't sacrificed her life. It was something Tarnov saw that stuck with him forever, not quite understanding why someone would do something so foolish. With the others too damaged and beaten from the rest of the blast as well as the ambush before, they were easily restrained and captured. While many people captured like this would be tossed into the slave trade with unknown futures, the particular group that captured Tarnov and his family were more interested with obtaining different races from the universe in small groups and making them fight each other to the death in a small arena they constructed. It wasn't exactly something the saiyans wouldn't do, but something about the Herans doing it to the people Tarnov looked at as his comrades ignited a fire in him.
The saiyans fought many matches, his father fighting on his own while the two inexperienced warriors were permitted to join forces in their battle since they were so young and weak, and they would survive for some time. At least Tarnov and Bora's father had their head severed in front of him for trying to revolt against their Heran captors. It was an act that rooted itself deeply within Tarnov's mind, filling him with immense rage. He wanted nothing more than to see the herans crumble before him and rip them apart. Likewise, many of the other slaves seemed to take notice of the martyr act and were inspired by it. All his teammates were dying and Tarnov felt powerless. With only his brother remaining, Tarnov swore he would not allow him to fall as well. They fought harder, more fiercely, and Tarnov became the shield to Bora's sword as he stood at his brother's defense, his body growing hardened from the constant abuse. They fought hard, but when they weren't in their matches, Tarnov found himself fraternizing with the foes they would likely see on the field, gaining a bit of a respect for his fellow slaves as they began plans to escape their Heran captors. Soon enough, the slaves found themselves in their matches once more, but before the main bloodshed could begin, a revolt began and the slaves broke from their bonds. Many stayed to fight, buying time for their friends and family to escape. Tarnov's saiyan blood demanded he meet the challenge and he wanted nothing more, as well as his brother, but he fought against every muscle in his body urging him towards the conflict and instead moved to escape, forcing Bora to come with him. They would get their revenge properly when they were older, if the Herans survived that is. The pair jumped onto a ship along with a bunch of other slaves and they escaped, each being delivered to their respective planets while remembering those who had stayed behind valiantly. When it came for Tarnov and Bora to return to their home, the thought about it before instead heading to Natto. Tarnov no longer had any interest in random acts of savagery, instead having two goals in mind. He was set on becoming a symbol of freedom for those who were captured, someone they could believe in to save them from their slavery as he had gained a bit of respect for the other races who were enslaved by the Herans. As well as this, he wanted to claim the head of the men and women who had killed two of his comrades and parents. The saiyans on Planet Vegeta likely wouldn't understand this cause, but he felt maybe the Alliance would. And since then, the pair have resided on Natto, building their strength and biding their time until they would take their revenge.
Techniques
Balance Tree
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Saiyan's Javelin
[25% of current PL]
[li][OT-2] Hero's Javelin [/li]
Unlike how his normal Saiyan's Javelin is one large sphere of energy tossed at his foe, Hero's Javelin starts the same way as he tosses a large Ki orb toward the opponent initially, but as he throws he will also fire a wave at it which propels it further and faster at his opponent in a straight line..
[50% of current PL]
[li][OT-1] Ki Blast[/li]
The user will start by focusing the Ki in him on his body takes a moment before going to fire a large blast of Ki at his opponent.
[25% of current PL]
Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement
[Dodge up to 100% of current PL]
[li][ST-1] Flight[/li]
By focusing the energy within himself, Tarnov can levitate and fly at great speeds.
[Flying]
[li][ST-1] Selfless Defense[/li]
Upon seeing an attack head for another person, Tarnov can throw himself in the way instead to take the damage of the attack, blocking up to 40% of the damage meant to hit his ally (or 2, if there are two).
[Redirect damage to himself, Possibly block damage.]
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
2,500 Zeni (if transfer succeeds)
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Standing outside an old and seemingly decrepit building, Tarnov couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as he stared at the building. It'd been a few years since he'd been here but it didn't seem to look much better than it had before when he left. The only reason he heard about this place was because he had been told that there was some old hermit living alone out here away from the main city that was incredibly strong. In some ways, he guessed they were right. Even still though, he had been quite shocked by what he'd came and saw the first time he visited, probably only a around eleven at the time when he arrived. Closing his eyes, Tarnov thought back on the memory, trying his best to recollect one of the more important days of his life.
One strike followed by another, Tarnov rushed forward as he tried to slam his fists ruthlessly into his opponent, roaring in frustration as they were either caught or simply blocked in response. His opponent had a guard that he couldn't break through and it was driving him more crazy than anything else in the world right now. She was faster than him, more durable, and she definitely was stronger as well. This is what it felt like to be outmatched, but there was no way that Tarnov was just going to pass up this challenge. He just had to think on an advantage he could use. Rushing forward once more, he began to wildly swing his fists only for her to knock them away once more. But this time, he reeled his right arm back and channeled his Ki before going to toss it forward, throwing a much weaker version of his Hero's spear at the foe. He wouldn't have much time to channel the blast to full power, but maybe he would catch her off guard. She didn't even seem to flinch as the strike came spiraling towards her before she seemed to vanish and reappear behind the saiyan, catching Tarnov a bit off guard. Trying to spin himself around to catch his foe before she could strike, a fist slammed into his gut and sent his flying back into a wall of the room. Slamming into the ground after sticking to the wall for a few moments, a large crack seemed to form where his back had struck it, parts of the wall chipping away and falling.
Gritting his teeth a bit, Tarnov slowly began to push himself up from the ground before feeling a harsh boot slam down on his head, sending his face back down into the ground before he felt the boot move to press down on the center of his back instead. "Come on now. That can't be your breaking point, can it? I'd be disappointed if it was. I don't help train weaklings." she teased him a bit, figuring riling him up would help get him going for more. Tarnov pushed on his forearms underneath her as he tried to budge under her strength, growling loudly as he couldn't seem to quite muster the force he needed to unroot himself from her floor. Still, he squirmed and tried his best to do it even if his young body wasn't near as strong as her aged form. "You can't be serious. Some stupid brat like you thinks they can take on the mercs? And you're going to be the savior of all the oppressed peoples? What a joke." she taunted him as her voice grew colder in response.
"S-Shut up you hag! I'll do it!" he lashed out a bit as he started to slowly rise a bit, though not more than an inch off the ground while his whole body shook from the pressure weighing down on his body. He was getting angry and it was evident on his face as he felt his teeth grinding and he clenched his fists tightly. This was the seventeenth time the two had gone in one on one like this and Tarnov felt he hadn't made any progress since day one of their training together. If anything, all he got was more flustered with each passing day. "I-I'm Tarnov! and I. . . I will. . ." he pushed himself even harder against her, but it didn't seem like he was getting any leeway from her as he slowly began to descend back into the ground.
Giving a slightly amused chuckle at his words, the older saiyan woman seemed to press down a bit harder on the boy now. "You'll go and cry to your brother about how I beat you? Seems fitting since obviously a little bastard like you can't stand up to an. . . What was it? Old hag?" she seemed to be enjoying herself now as she lifted her boot up before slamming down on his upper back with quite a bit of force. "If you just apologize, maybe I'll let you go. But if you quit now, don't bother coming back here." she warned as she narrowed her eyes down at him. She wanted to see everything he had to throw, but she could feel he wasn't quite using everything he had to fight her. Maybe she'd try going a bit darker to get some results. "What did your parents see in someone like you anyways?"
Rage now began to build in Tarnov as soon as she went to the one place he thought was off limits. He twitched a bit under her foot, rising slightly more, but still he came to a stop as a bit more pressure was applied in return. She was getting to him and he knew it, but he couldn't help feel like both his pride and his family's legacy was being tarnished by her words alone. Growling louder, he raise a fist and slammed it into the ground, trying to get more adrenaline going into him as he seemed to falter for a minute from her force before taking the same position once more. "Don't you talk about them like that, Karro! I'll kill you if you do!" he roared out in anger.
"Oh really? You're going to kill me?" she laughed a bit at that one before taking her boot off of his back, only to deliver a harsh kick that sent him flying into the wall once more, another hole formed where he landed. Tarnov gasped a bit in pain as he held his side for a moment before looking up at the woman. For the most part, she seemed like an ordinary saiyan woman. She was hitting on sixty about, but her age didn't really seem to show like most full blooded saiyans didn't for most of their lives. Her hair was short and didn't go lower than her neck, but sat spiked up towards the top as well as a bit in the back. She had a few scars on her face including one that ran down from the edge of her lip to her chin, but for the most part she looked respectable as a saiyan. Then his eyes trailed a bit lower and he narrowed them, flustered more each time he saw it during their lessons. Her right arm, still having adequate muscle, was covered in a mix of scars as well as ink markings that told of her many victories in combat. The left however. . . Was missing outright, her jumpsuit tied off at the shoulder on that arm to prevent it getting caught as well as to help hide the wound that hid under it. It was that same wound that drove Tarnov crazy, filling his head with doubt over his strength and how he seemed incapable of even taking on some one armed geezer with everything he had. Watching the way she scowled up at him, Karro seemed to get the idea she must had struck a nerve. With a sigh, she turned her back on the kid and proceeded to start heading towards the door. "That's enough for today. I'm getting tired of beating on you." she said simply with a wave of her hand.
Brief flashbacks of the arenas where the Herans made Tarnov and his brother fight flashed into his mind. A place where there was no mercy or surrender, but instead only death. He still had scars from the days of fighting in death matches, which he wore as a sign that he would keep living on despite whatever hardships he faced, but there was always a thought that lingered on Tarnov's mind since he escaped. If Tarnov had lost there, that would be the end of his life. There was no other way to think about it. Whatever goals he had and whatever feelings of revenge on the group that killed his parents he bore, they would all just seem to vanish with the last trace that he existed. And his brother Bora would be left to fight alone assuming he even survived at that. The arena was a place where the strong lived and the weaklings perished. And right now Tarnov seemed to be a weakling.
But Tarnov wouldn't have it. Clouded by his rage as she spoke about his parents, he got to his feet before rushing at her from behind, roaring out like an animal as he tried to deliver a harsh punch to the woman's head. Instead though, he felt his arm grabbed in the air before his body was slammed to the ground by it, proceeded with the arm being pulled out of it's socket. To top it off, she delivered a harsh kick to his face which sent him back a few feet towards the center of the room. The young boy held his nose in his still usable hand as he seemed stunned a bit before going to look up at the woman with a scowl and let out an audible groan of pain. "It was a nice attempt and the way you used your anger at first was good. . ." she began to explain, pausing for a moment before shaking her head. "But you let it consume you and you lost all your sense. From that moment, you were only bound to lose. And I thought you told me your brother was the hotheaded one."
Tarnov seemed to still be fuming at first from the embarrassment mixed with pain as he tried to push himself up for a moment before falling onto his face again. He knew that if he went home like this, the taunting and teasing from Bora would be never ending. He'd have to resort to something a bit drastic. Rolling onto his other side with his arm hanging limply, he took a deep breath before going to grab the limp arm and try to push it back into place, managing to only hang on for a few moments before the insane amount of pain forced him to stop. "Dammit!" he shouted as he slammed his fist into the ground before he noticed his mentor was walking back towards him. He figured she had come for more teasing or to lay down some more harm on him for pulling a dirty trick, but instead she grabbed his bicep and looked him in the eyes. "This is going to hurt a lot. Get ready." she warned, waiting for his nod as he closed his eyes tightly before he felt an intense jolt of pain sweep over the right side of his upper body, yelling out a bit as he clenched his fist tightly. But after a few moments, the pain seemed to subside a little bit and Tarnov slowly reopened his eyes to see his arm was back in place. Slowly opening and closing his fingers, he still seemed to have a bit of trouble moving the arm it seemed but it certainly was better than not being able to move it at all. Rising up, she stared down at him as he slowly started to calm down a bit without all the amount of pain stabbing into his body anymore, though it still was aching from the beatdown. It was only then they both noticed that a light trickle of blood was going down Tarnov's nose as some drops hit the floor. Looking at the sight, Tarnov seemed to blink a few times before he puffed his cheeks out a bit. "That hurt a lot." he complained lightly as if it had any merit, causing her to laugh a bit at him in return. Though after a few moments, Tarnov seemed to join in as he looked at himself. "Dammit, I was beaten by a cripple like you again." he spoke playfully. "Yeah, it's not hard to beat some weak brat that's as arrogant as you. Maybe if you train more, you'll actually land a punch. Though don't expect it." she remarked a bit playfully in return, offering a hand to him.
At first Tarnov looked up at it with a bit of a pause, but slowly he went to take it, gripping her by her forearm with his own left hand as the right still seemed too sore to use. Getting pulled up to his feet, the young saiyan seemed to wait for a few moments before noticing his teacher already leaving the room without him, going to chase after her quickly. Exiting the training room and walking through the house, everything seemed to be a rather large mess with bowls and rags thrown about randomly almost like intentional decorations to the house. Opening the door slowly, she seemed to lead him outside before looking out at the setting sun with a bit of intrigue. "I'll admit, you did manage to last longer this time. In fact, you didn't even pass out once today. I suppose you are somewhat making progress, you runt." she said in a way that seemed harsh, though Tarnov took it for whatever it was worth. It was most likely the closest thing he would ever get to a compliment out of her. Looking down at the saiyan boy as he looked up at her with wide eyes, she grunted and seemed to grow annoyed before going to begin walking towards the capital. "Wipe that look off your face and come on. I need to buy food and you need to go back to your brother." she growled lightly before he quickly rushed at her command to her side and held a steady pace along with her.
"Why are you walking with me?" Tarnov questioned curiously as he looked at his Karro, blinking a bit as it seemed this was the first time they'd actually been together outside of their meeting and their training. Typically when she went for food after beating Tarnov into the dirt, she just flew on without him and let him walk by himself. But today she was here with him for some reason which stirred a bit of worry within Tarnov's mind as he thought she might give him a surprise beatdown along the way.
Looking down at her student, Karro seemed to think on her words before giving a light smirk. "I feel like walking today and I wanted you to keep me company. Would you rather I leave without you and look for your brother so I can tell you about how you failed at sucker punching me?" she teased before Tarnov straightened up a bit, shaking his head furiously at the threat. "I thought not." she said before she laughed a bit mockingly at the boy.
Tarnov mainly kept his eyes on the dirt path they walked on, but he couldn't help but glance up curiously at his teacher from time to time as he still seemed startled to be in her presence outside of a sparring match. It was the first time it happened and it was slightly freaking him out still. Though as the pair walked for a while, Tarnov began to relax a bit and some questions came to his mind. Questions that he knew that she would probably only know the answers to. Clearing his throat a bit to get her attention, he waited for a moment before looking up at her.
"Hey. You knew my mom, right?" he finally pushed the question out, though she didn't seem to react at first. Finally after a good minute passed, she gave a nod of her head. "Yeah, she was my sister technically I guess. We both had the same mom, but we had different fathers so we shared half of the same blood or something. But it isn't like we were close or anything. She was just another saiyan to me." she said with a shrug of her shoulder. "I know. . . That's why I wanna know why my mother and father were. . . The way they were." he carefully explained, rubbing his arm a bit. "Most saiyans don't even know their families and a lot of them just put their kids in incubators before shipping them off to planets. Why didn't my parents do that with me and Bora? And why did they even stay together after they had me?" he spoke with uncertainty, looking up to her as he expected some kind of answers.
She came to a stop and had to think for a moment about the days when she used to be part of the saiyan empire before deserting to the alliance. Waiting a bit, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes before sighing. "Your parents didn't like the way most saiyans did things. They met as comrades of the same team and after most of the team was wiped out, they decided to stay together after. If you ask me how they felt for each other, I don't know. I do know that they both wanted whatever children they produced to be very strong, even comparable in strength to the upper classes. Naturally many saiyans including myself laughed at them. We thought they must had been stupid to bring personally attend to their own kids and bring them on missions at such a young age. But you guys. . . You survived, I suppose. None of us expected it, but you two turned into fair fighters for your age. And then after I met you later on and you told me your story about the heran arena. . . Well, most kids your age wouldn't be able to pull that off. Most saiyans don't get the same amount of training you got or even know their parents. You and your brother aren't anything extraordinary now, but maybe if you two work together and keep getting stronger, you'll be quite the scary force." she answered before taking a breath from the long explanation, scratching the back of her head as she didn't seem to understand the answer much herself. "Scary next to me, that is." she added after a few moments, getting a laugh out of Tarnov which she quickly answered with a hard punch to the back of his head.
A smile came to Tarnov's face as he thought a bit about the memory before going to knock lightly on the wall. "You hag." he chuckled a bit to himself as he went to move over to the door, pushing it open slowly before spotting her sitting up on the edge of her bed, fastening her boots. Slowly, she looked up to him and smirked slightly. "You're still alive, you runt?" she stood up as she clenched her fist, rolling her shoulder a bit. "Yeah, I figured it was time for our rematch, old witch. Hope you're not too old to keep up." he taunted her as he turned and headed for the old training room.
1,229 from Backstory + 3,287 from Sample = 4,516
Reward Requested: Zeni
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