Sinthe

Name: Sinthe
Age: Around 8,000, but he got bored and stopped counting.
Gender: Male
Race: Anubian
Homeworld: N/A (Arguably a native of Otherworld, being of divine origin)
Starting Planet: Earth

Appearance:
Easily mistakable for a Zoanthrope Earthling, Sinthe is of a basically humanoid appearance with overt animalistic qualities, those of cats and jackals in particular though unlike most Anubians he is notably more feline. Standing at around 5’6” though his ears make him look much taller he sports uncommonly dark purple fur all across his body. Usually he wears garb closely imitating that of other Gods of Destruction such as Beerus and Champa, loose fitting blue pants secured at the top with a darker colored sash and black and gold tabard with a simple geometric pattern of two white triangles both facing downward and a third colored orange. Like his predecessor he also wears a blue and black mantle round his shoulder which also bears the orange triangle mark on its front.

Like many of his kind Sinthe is fond of jewelry and of gold in particular, he usually sports simple gold bracers and wears a decorative torque on each arm the ends of which are styled as fierce looking beasts vaguely reminiscent of the Earth’s mythological Quilin. Probably his favorite piece is the belt he wears about his waist over his sash, comprised of very finely crafted individual pieces which give the appearance of carp or dragon scales it is fastened at the front by an ornate clasp which appears to be based on some boar-like demon or alien holding what looks like a scroll or bit between its teeth.

His most notable features barring his overall catlike appearance would be two distinctive scars, the first being a roughly triangular notch missing out of his upper left ear and the second a rough edged diagonal running across his left cheek.

Backstory:
Sinthe was one of very few Anubians to be born naturally, most being created seemingly as a function of the universe itself. While he never knew his father Cyd, who’d been deployed as God of Destruction in Universe 12, he was much closer to his mother Poteia who was the daughter of Universe 7’s God of Destruction Lord Beerus. To say that he was spoiled would be largely untrue but nevertheless he was a source of great mischief in his younger days and when one can obliterate a planet with but the flick of a finger ‘mischief’ takes on a whole new meaning.

Despite his actions being calamitous for those mortals whom he chose to visit nothing which the young Anubian did really fell outside the prevue of the Gods of Destruction and so while he wasn’t officially anointed as such he was mostly tolerated. As with all things though the springtime of his youth was not to last forever and even Gods themselves must taste the bitterness of death in one way or another. For Sinthe this day came when he awoke from a long slumber to find his mother gone. Now full grown in both body and power he set out at once to take bloody revenge on those responsible.

Again though he arrived too late to make a difference. It was a cruel fate really, to be possessed of great power and a great deal of time and being able to harness neither to the desired outcome.

Sinthe never really forgave his great aunt Lagerus for stealing his vengeance as he saw it, he didn’t even take solace in the fact that punishment had been meted out against those who dared defy the Gods and while he could do naught but pay her respect as an appointed deity the young Anubian longed for the day he would be powerful enough to test himself against her in battle. On his mother’s bones her swore that with every year of his long life he would grow in power, overthrowing the mightiest in the universe until one day he might exceed Lagerus in power. Perhaps he hoped in doing so that he would achieve his revenge vicariously, perhaps proving he could have done so would be eno9ugh to let him rest easy, to not feel so powerless.

Whatever the case the once playful youth became much darker in manner and more vicious in his temperament, carving bloody swathes across entire galaxies when displeased. The mere whisper of his name became so terrible that even the proudest races would scrape and bow to the point where more often than not he would have to contrive reasons to destroy them. And then something rather peculiar happened. He encountered on some desolate backwater world one who would not kneel, would not countenance surrender, but rather than fill him with rage the promise of a worthy foe pleased him.

And to think he’d never before heard of such a thing as a Super Saiyan.

Mortal lives though are painfully short and even the worthiest must pass away, leaving behind nothing but dust and the fragments of their memory. So too was the way of Sinthe’s sole worthy rival, though he left the Anubian a good couple of souvenirs etched in his flesh. Sinthe was content if not altogether happy with these, but the Kaioshin were much less so with the destruction he and his little monkey playmate had wrought on innumerable systems. For wrenching the universe so far out of balance Sinthe was to be imprisoned in the heart of an artificial star, there to remain until all but the last of his power had been quite literally burned off, that he might learn to better appreciate the immense gift of his divinity.

So he waited, falling into a deep sleep and dreamed of the times gone by or of those that were yet to come…

Techniques - Balanced Tech Tree

Offense Tiers

• OT–1 Destroyer Beam

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[25% Damage]

[li]OT-1 Wave of Destruction[/li]
A short range energy wave in which the user holds out one hand towards the target’s face or chest before bombarding them with their ki.
[25% Damage]

[li] OT-2 Super Explosive Wave[/li]Wiki Link
The user expels ki from their entire body in order to throw back any enemies in their vicinity.
[50% Damage]

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Support Tiers

• ST-1 Flight

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[li]ST-1 Ki Sense[/li]
The user is able to sense ki so long as their target is in the same region as they are.

[li]ST-1 Ki Suppression [/li]
Allows the user to conceal their ki as long as no techniques are used.

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Unique Tiers

N/A

Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod

Roleplay Example:

’Oh, that’s right, I was only having a pleasant dream wasn’t I?’

Sinthe yawned loudly as his eyes flicked open and shut, a haze hanging over his vision as he looked out at the twinkling stars. He must have fallen asleep outside again, what a bother when he would much rather be tucked up in a warm comfy bed especially with how cold it was out. As a matter of fact if he didn’t know any better he could have sworn that…

’Oh…’ A quick glance around once he’d dozily rubbed the sleep from his eyes was enough to confirmed the true circumstances of his awakening, those being that he was floating in the vacuum of space at the centre of a dead solar system. ’Well this was awkward, I don’t think I even left anyone to apologize to.’ Not that he necessarily would, destroying stuff was kind of his thing but he did it because it was his job or because someone had been exceptionally rude and only very occasionally because it was enormous fun. Getting stinking blackout drunk and wrecking an entire system didn’t exactly send the message that the Gods had all of their metaphorical ducks in a row.

’Oh, no, now I remember.’ A look back to his ruined prison served likewise as a reminder of what had really happened. The great black orb which appeared to him to be some kind of katchin alloy wasn’t looking quite so good as when he’d been thrown in it, now sporting a colossal hole in one side. This presumably was what had broken the complicated sealing formulae etched across its surface and woke him up. He plucked a floating fragment of it out of the emptiness and examined the markings more closely. Tapping a claw against it he flowed some of his ki through the material with the expected result of rendering it in to just so much powder but instead the glyphs on its surface only emitted the faintest pulse of what appeared to be starlight. ’It wasn’t me..? But then… questions for later.’

Whether or not it was intentional and whomever was responsible could wait. The more persusive line of enquiry for him at the moment was how long exactly he’d been asleep, he recognized some star clusters in the distance even from this new strange angle but all of them looked slightly off as if they’d been shifted apart or in whatever direction ever so slightly. Which meant either someone had been buggering around with the fabric of space-time or that he’d had one hell of a power nap while his power had rather literally burned away. If he was to have any chance of finding out he’d have to find his way to a system that was still populated, which in his current state would take him more time than he had the patience for. He’d have to find himself a ride.

And wouldn’t you know it? It was just then that he spotted something streaking across the void between these dead worlds. ’Well look at that, seems I’ve a volunteer.’
Moving off to intercept the craft he noticed that it was much smaller than it first appeared and probably only meant for one occupant, too bad for whoever happened to be inside. ’Now I know what you’re thinking,’ he said as he wrenched at what appeared to be the pod’s door.. ’But I’m not actually a pirate I just—hey, stop that! Don’t bulge your eyes at me like that while I’m trying to talk to—mortals need air don’t they?’ That would probably explain the pressure exchange he’d felt when he forced the door.

He was just having one of THOSE mornings it seemed.

Hauling the now very definitely dead occupant out of the vessel Sinthe only gave his strange armor the briefest of considerations before shoving him away off into space. Once inside he had to heave the door of the pod shut again, apparently having damaged whatever mechanism usually did so and spend the next minute or so trying to switch off the persistent and annoying breach alarm. Only then was he able to start fathoming out how to lay in a course for the nearest planet with documented sentient life forms, figuring it was his best way to make contact with other high deities.

’This dustball better have itself a Kami or me and it are going to have some serious problems.’