Tokibi (Lost Saiyan)

Name: Tokibi (Toh-kibi)

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Race: Saiyan (Tailless)(Currently is unaware of this)

Homeworld: (Unknown Birth Place) (Planet Brench)

Starting Planet: Earth



Appearance:
The young Tokibi is one of youthful and boyish charms in appearance when first seen by others. Some as well perhaps considering him lightly feminine in a bit of his styles. His charms and boyish behaviors matching up with his looks and usual first impressions others take of him. His clothes changing from time to time as even in his time of servitude from usually good behavior at times he was allowed to wear clothes he desired that he was afforded. Himself however in his appearance usually rarely seen with a weapon often doing battle with his fists. However it is unsure if this is simply from never gaining proper training with one and always using his fists. Beyond minor uses is small games organized by the masters. Or if from being a slave for so long and possibly just denied usage of a weapon to avoid risk of possible incident. 

While even as a slave however and life after he's always managed to keep a somewhat cheer and upbeat most of the time disposition. Usually showing a quick wit for survival and to those on his side of things a mind for survival. Willing to what he has to survive and get ahead in the end. Usually a friend to his fellow allies and until recently often praised from past masters of note. Given his features however and to boost his value from youth as well as give a cover to his past. His tail was removed long ago using special medical techniques. While its not impossible for the tail to grow back one day. It is incredibly unlikely the doctor assured his original owner. 

He has several skills as well from more upper society life from knowing manners and etiquette. How to perform both musically and artfully in several ways. Trained to not only be a servant with battle capabilities for either protection in training or for leisure combat between fellow servants or other warriors. But also trained in more pleasurable well mannered ways to make him a fine selection for more prestigious houses or clans of power within PTO as well. His willing mind from for the longest time this being the only world he knew allowing him to often bare his life and move through it in good behavior. Allowing him to advance in favor and have for the most favored masters who treated him kindly and respectfully thankfully. Unlike sadly the less cooperated ones that often ended up in places that possible were worse then death or the work camps.



Backstory:
The life of the young boy would have begin from unusual circumstances. A planet believed having internal problems with prisoner work force briefly holding strong within PTO's borders. The position of conflict believed by both sides to possibly be lost to the saiyans held within as well as several other races. Within the times of struggle a incubator holding the growing embryo and one day Tokibi was sent to someone within this prisoner taken colony. The father to receive his child from a mother who had for some reason or another chosen to send the child to him. Leaving him with only a name on the tank. As well as a message recorded for the father to explain the situations of why this was how this would have to be. However rather this was how it was to be for a time or forever would prove to be useless in the end. 

The prisoners were eventually crushed sadly as reinforcements and supplies coupled with prisoners worn down from years of service. Made their power not enough to truly stand up to the PTO forces as well as others may have hoped or expected. Simply another squad lost to the never ending struggles of the past between empires. The soldiers were killed several imprisoned as well and send to separate even worse labor colonies. 

But when gathering the survivors of the actual PTO citizens and remaining staff. The embryo tank was found as well... The tape missing and all the data stored within wiped from the tech fused with the tank. Only a floating early stage baby remained within. Being as killing a dangerous armed prisoner was easier then blasting a tank with a floating child within it. The officer in command was unable to destroy this particular subject. Choosing instead to protect himself as to not look weak. He simply repurposed the new life for PTO's service.

The boy taken from the saiyan tank and put in a PTO medical tank for a child's early growth similar to saiyan style tech. His tail removed, clipped away using special medical techniques. This to help ensure both he and those he'd interact with could lower chances of dangerous or problematic interactions. The boy educated lightly and trained by the empire itself. Border lining on the decision on rather to place him as a foot soldier early on or a slave or some form of minor staff pending study and observation from the doctors. He proved skillful in many areas of his young training while still a small boy but also seemed to learn fast in his schooling as well. 

In the end rather it was from proper decision or someone making choices with influence. He was taken from the facility and the other children and put to service to one of the higher families of the PTO council. He'd spend several years as a child servant or slave in some aspects. Serving a young lord of one of the prominent PTO homes. A young alien that he was to serve and obey. As well as be trained along side and further educated with. Part of his task to not only keep up but excel as to ensure he could keep the masters child up to par and equal with what was expected of a councilors son. 

A few of his early years spent like this allowed him to only grow more in mind and proper training. Making him better for it but also a servant more fit for duties towards lords and those of high standing rather then the more dingy types of masters that would have just lowered his value for one reason or another. As well as it was better to when the time comes have a servant of value who was worth more for prices only the higher ups could afford. There were many families that lived just as lavishly as the Kold demons that once ruled here did years ago. 

But one thing that did grow into him over the years from house to house serving for usually strange amounts of time. In his over all life only serving three houses total himself. The longest being when he served the young lord. He slowly however seeing how things worked for his masters and people of similar age around grew with a sense of longing and desire. Wanting more from life then to have all his decisions made for him. But he knew to be silent and keep his questions to himself. He'd seen before what befell the people of his class who had given insult and been taken to punishment. An he also knew just as well he could easily fall down among them if he made similar mistakes. 

But with growing youth and angst, Coupled with the feelings that go through all young men sooner or later. He'd discover the more he pushed down the thoughts of possible freedom from his at times metaphorical bonds. They'd only grow stronger and harder to resist in thought. It was only when he'd been taken to his fourth and final master when even educated and trained as he was. The refined boy would begin to understand this was all he would have from his life unless he did something. So far a servant and slave... to a young Brenchian boy he'd spend his boyhood with. This one giving him further pedigree and training as well as education equaling that of a youth of PTO nobility. Even if it was from simply being trained along side the boy to ensure the boy didn't fall behind. It did aid and educate Tokibi all the better for it. This only lasting till his twelfth birthday however. His service had started when he was six and was taken from the facility. But at this stage the brenchian was ready for a new servant and to move on to brighter things. An for Tokibi as for any unneeded servant. It was time for him to be sold. A final lesson from his old boyhood master to sell him for good price to another prestigious house to show connection. This showing Tokibi just how much in truth a slave mattered in the long run. 

The other master that took him after this was a noble general retired that required someone to serve him in his final years and regal those under him with stories of his past war days. The old Beppa general occasionally training the boy in moments of recalling his past. This master was kind and seemed to have left all his hate and anger if any ever existed in the past where the stories resided he told. At least what all of them were actually true that was. However this was a more short lived joy that only lasted for a couple of years until the warriors death from his age and old war wounds eventually catching up with him. This master perhaps the first person Tokibi had lightly mourned. Even if he would never truly know if he was anything more then just staff within the mans mind. The way he was treated as well as the others like him was enough for the boy to mourn just the same as the family of the warrior had. 

He was fourteen when taken from the house of the fallen Beppa and given to a buyer of old estate. This one of the final stages of this life for him. But also perhaps the worst. Through careful means in secret one of the buyers bought estate and the valued slaves from special circumstances like this. The family of the old warrior didn't want his slaves or the estate that currently just had sad mourning attached to them. This allowed Tokibi to be bought for less then half his true value. Thrown in with other staff in a deal of a lump some for it all rather then just separate purchases. Even sending the family all the heirlooms within in a show of good faith. 

It was at this time in his life Tokibi had being a young fourteen year old slave since true birth from his mechanical womb. Had seen truly a Kold demon. The creatures hated by the empire and yet one he saw stood before him. One that looked over all of them and he would later discover was the true owner of them all now. A man using covers of his underlings who were all PTO allied races to conduct business on his behalf. Running not only a ring of prestigious houses for rent or for hosting events bought from fallen warriors and becoming somewhat of a hidden real estate mogul for some of the finest homes of past clans on planet Brench. But also a dealer in the best slaves and staff. Rather their need was permanent or temporary. 

For the next two years Tokibi would have to do everything from fighting within small arena's give his training. People using his appearances to get a upper hand given most would expect such a pretty boy to fall rather then show skill against other slaves in combat. Given his looks and manners as well he would also be used as temporary staff several times in both Kold space and PTO space. Meant to look pretty and adorned in costumes to serve drinks and perform at parties or other events. Many believed it showed status to have slave staff paid for from a connection rather then normal staff. Perhaps a show of power and fear with strength in these events was meant from it. 

He'd always managed to resist at least those that had perhaps tried to requisition more exotic or erotic connection or purchase of him. Thankfully such a thing would have lowered his value given from master to master his medical examinations for his health made the fact he was rather pure in all ways still in many regards. His value would remain high from that even if he was forced to be taken to combat and minor parties as low staff. An the Kold demon leading this ring of business wasn't a fool to throw away money or opportunity just for a extra whim or two of one or two customers. 

However as this went on and the feeling what he truly was weighing on him more then ever now. The boy with no past and truly nothing of his own at this point. Would begin to decide enough would soon be enough. He had been educated and had the mind of a noble youth, He had formal training for the most part like that of a true soldiers. He knew how to act among higher class and could distinguish himself as a gentlemen. He had also seen the worst in life and could party or blend in with them just as well. Given all these and the training he'd gotten over time thanks to his status as a high end slave. He'd slowly recognize the tools he had were perhaps always at his finger tips. Given to him by the same masters that had slowly made him realize that his value was more a void within himself to some extent. 

He had no recollection of any family nor did anyone he ever care about live that he knew of. Any hope of ever finding a fellow slave he knew before was unlikely and in truth he had never had enough time near any of his fellow servants to truly befriend any of them. He was alone... in all manners of the world beyond the prescience of the servitude and masters above that controlled his bonds. 

With careful maneuvering and using the crowd he'd learned from for so long. He'd manage to in time sway the eyes of a youth a little older then him. A Brenchian of high status in name alone. Her father being the true person of status. Tokibi knew very well he was a lovely young man. An he knew fully of all his values. Watching how those bellow him in status as awful as it sounded. He knew what to do to get what he wanted as plan slowly formed. He'd been purchased several times to be retained for parties of this particular host. Lavish drinks, food, and types of recreational drugs he was never sure if were legal or not within the empire. 

Usually adorned in when forced to wear them at least rather humiliating costumes at this parties. He'd slowly worked his way into getting the attention of the young woman. Within time just as he'd learned from watching others the boy with the sharp mind would do what he could to ensnare. Make them feel powerful and in full control and often their were ways the servant could manipulate just as the master could. But the game far more dangerous for them of course. Within time however and several events he finally would get his chance to be pulled out of the sight of guards and onlookers. Fellow slaves and attendants of the event as well. 

He'd planted the seed of desire and each time with several narcotics and other influences brought into play it was only a matter of time before the young woman had finally taken notice. Needless to say the daughter of a official had quite allot of Zeni to throw around. Enough to get the representative of Kold demon to fold and agree on the spot to things rather then risk the punishment he may have taken from refusal. The lesser of two risk's he'd consider it. An given the slaves name he heard he hadn't even really though of any worries.

Whatever truly happened that night would be lost to the ages. The Brenchian girl from embarrassment would never repeat what she'd possibly done with a slave. Or the fact what the slave had pulled on her. They'd not returned after hours even as the event neared its end and many assuming it was all from their private activities. However it was unclear how many of these activities really took place when someone finally checked up on them. Thanks to whispers like honey in her ear. Tokibi  had managed to get her to warn her own guards of interrupting them and the ones she paid to let her have her way thankfully. 

The room was simply found with the woman long asleep the next morning when finally the guards couldn't wait any longer before departing. They would find her fast asleep without so much as more then a sheet covering her lavish pink body. Adorned in only jewelry and jewels and the scent of narcotics and alcohol coming wafting from the room. Several clothes had been stolen from a nearby room and some coin as well. Tokibi's old clothes were in a tangled mess with the girls own at the foot of the bed where most of the old blankets resided as well. It didn't take long to realize he'd left or made some escape of his own accord. 

A old clunker of a ship stolen from the guards of the hostess's party had proved to be his escape method after his plan had succeeded. Risky as it was his luck had finally turned around. The boy would be passed out in the pod's chambers soaring through space towards one of the few locations stored within the thing. Sadly he hadn't know it was a antique to be scrapped for parts. The guards were gonna use it for cheaper repair. But at least he was safe for now. Passed out with new clothes of nicer make on his body. But his head aching thus way he'd given way to sleep in the ship on autopilot. His mind rushed by the sensation and fear of what he'd done. As well as the narcotics he'd had to partake in with what transpired that night until his chance had arrived. Thankful he hadn't had to use violence. But he'd paid enough for his past he already felt. He had more then earned his chance at a life. With no family and no one ever in his corner he'd finally made his own luck. He'd just hope it'd last... OR if not. He'd more then willing do whatever it meant he'd have to too ensure he never ha to go back. 

Techniques

Balanced Tree

Offense Tiers

[/font][/b][li][OT-1] Star Blazer[/li]
Simple yet Effective forms of blasts created from Ki. Usually in the form of bright orange or various other colors pending battle. Usually somewhat compared to the most basic usage of combative ki. Tokibi does try to add a little flare to his style however. Desiring to appear a strong fighter but also a stylish one. 

[25% Damage]



[li][OT-2] Star Blazer[/li]
Simple yet Effective forms of blasts created from Ki. Usually in the form of bright orange or various other colors pending battle. Usually somewhat compared to the most basic usage of combative ki. Tokibi does try to add a little flare to his style however. Desiring to appear a strong fighter but also a stylish one.

[50% Damage]



[li][VT-1] Star Breaker[/li]
Simple yet Effective forms of blasts created from Ki. Usually in the form of bright orange or various other colors pending battle. Usually somewhat compared to the most basic usage of combative ki. Tokibi does try to add a little flare to his style however. Desiring to appear a strong fighter but also a stylish one.

[25% Damage / Split Effect]
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Support Tiers

[/font][/b][li][ST-1] Ki Sense[/li]
The ability to sense and feel out enemy or allied ki signatures. Familiar or foreign powers as well a extend pending range and power of course. 

[Allows Tokibi to have a general notion of people's PL as long as they are in the same region.]



[li][ST-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
The ability to manage and control ones Ki. Letting someone not only learn to have a good handle and control on their ki. But also learn to hide it to various extents. 

[Allows Tokibi to hide ki signature if no techs are used.]



[li][ST-1] Flight![/li]
The ability to use ones ki and energy to lift to the skies. Allowing the user to fly as weightlessly as if they were a bird or other forms of aerial inclined creatures.

[Flight!]


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Unique Tiers

N/A

Inventory:

500 Zeni
Old Spacepod



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