Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 1:34:48 GMT -5
Cyto
Name: Cyto
Age: 4
Gender: Male
Race: Bio-Android (Racials - Sniper Shot (Zoonoan), Time Manipulation (Bas), Regeneration (Namekian))
Homeworld: Zoon
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Although all Bio-Androids are composed of dna belonging to different species, many of those who have been able to get pass their larva stage, end up looking the same anyway, with only a few notable differences. Cyto isn't an exception to this.
Though currently only in his larva stage, his appearance is evidence he shares the same features as his people. Bug-like and possessing a mouth that looks like a beak, the only thing about his body that he could call his own, is its purple hue.
But similar as his appearance is to other Bio-Androids, one thing beyond appearances that will always separate him from his kin, is the way he carries himself. Being described as quiet by his father, the approach he takes to life is a mix between enjoying the environment of Earth for what it is, and taking out what he can in this form, until he is able to reach a far more useful one.
Backstory:
Zoon is an interesting planet.
Though they were able to avoid reach of the Kold Demons, there were many of them that left the planet anyway. Whether it was boredom of constantly fighting only those of their own race, or seeking glory and wealth elsewhere, a Zoonoan was a sight to behold.
For quite some time, his father had remained on their homeworld, quite content with life on the planet. Although occasionally, those who had left the planet, and was able to survive, came back to tell tales to anyone who was willing to listen.
Being a proud and determined race, there weren't many of those who didn't feel like they deserved a reward, for whatever bouts that they had that day. And feeling that their reward came from listening to a tale of environments they hadn't explored, there were few who wouldn't lend a listening ear to hearing what was going on. Although whether or not it was true, was what could be challenged.
For his father, the claims that these Zoonoans had made, was one deserving of challenge, as they boasted meeting species that would give a hard time in surviving against. The techniques which some of them showed, brought evidence that it was no mere tale, which was one of the things that had always sparked his father's interests. Something which had always been an event to look forward to.
When the particular Zoonoan his father had bonded with, had not arrived with the others who told of their tales, it was something seen as a fluke, and a bout was started to clear his mind. No one had really addressed one of their own being missing, especially not for a group that was known for traveling beyond the safety of their planet, so all his father could have done was wait.
Time went on, and his father had grew impatient. As those apart of this group had either continued to remain alive, or disappeared like the one his father came to know, the question was addressed on what happened to this one, in a bout he had started.
While the answer had been death, and a location was given to where, who had caused it was unknown. Though it had inspired his father to go beyond the reaches of their planet, but not permanently. He traveled to places nearby this Zoonoan had claimed he had gone to, gathering vials of blood as proof that the people there were conquered, and bringing them back to tell his own tale.
They were like trophies, which he kept hidden away in a storage. Eventually, he had met a Zoonoan, who had partaken a particular interest in lab work. Something which his father had recalled, the one he had knew, had somewhat interest in after exploring Earth.
This particular one would convince his father to go through events which would lead to his creation, where he had grew in a lab, composed of dna his father found to possess traits difficult to combat against. His birth was a new sight, which while his father didn't recognize, his lab partner did. Tests were taken and done, with interest lying in matching abilities his father knew of.
The next few years, they had remained on the planet, where he was considered to be an unknown, rather than one of their own. It mattered not that he showed the traits of their people, and eventually course was set for Earth, the planet that his father had yet to travel to. They remained isolated from civilization after a particular incident, with the choice of coming here looking grim.
Only the search for kin that was likely dead, served as any motivation. With the transportation they used to travel here damaged however, there wasn't much of a choice but to adapt. A few more years had gone and passed, with his purpose being to gather intel, what with his smaller size. The life was unlike that of their home planet, but Zoonoans founded their way into making it their own.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-2] Mouth Blast
50% of PL in damage.
[li][OT-1] Pounce[/li]
Cyto uses his speed to jump around in peculiar patterns, before landing on an enemy.
[Damage/Effects go here]
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Ki Sense
Allows him to detect someone's ki.
[li][ST-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
Cyto focuses and lowers his ki as much as he can, hiding it from those in an area.
Allows him to suppress his ki.
[li][ST-1] Flight[/li]
Cyto focuses his ki underneath him, allowing him to take flight.
Allows him to fly using ki.
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Dark and grotesque.
That was the atmosphere of the cave that they had lived in. It was nothing special, and compared to those that had long since lived on the planet, the place that they called home, wasn't fitting to live in at all. But his father was too proud to move away from the life they had found themselves living in, and his own Zoonoan nature, didn't allow him to protest without fighting.
What stopped him from doing so, were the other parts he was composed of, which fought for his judgment. The Bas side of him, after years of adjusting to submission under the rule of that of the Kold Demons, had mixed desires when it came to certain things.
There were times where he thought of complaining about these conditions, only for thoughts to go elsewhere, and be far from being at ease. Which is when his Namekian side usually stepped in, finding peace in the environments around them, and perhaps out of the dna that he was composed of, enjoying the conditions most of all. It was likely nothing unusual, hearing what they were like.
So in the end, there wasn't really anything to be openly said of the conditions, which he spent periods of time outside of, anyway. This was an internal battle from within, and far from being an abnormal part of what he called his life. Contrasting as the thoughts could be, they had its uses when provided with the right circumstances. And father's orders was one of those.
The task kept all but his Zoonoan nature at bay, for the most part, and he was able to travel to the city fine. It started with several hops at first, with the innate desire to build the muscles of his body, which small form he longed to grow out of.
But as distances grew, his other sides saw something that would satisfy their natures. Flight through ki for his Bas side, and the oncoming new sights for his Namekian. So long as they got him towards his original goal, they would only help, rather than distract.
For a creature like himself, who had interest in the world around him, but only a reasonable one that would sate his composites, sticking around one place for so long, was almost impossible. He found himself eventually tiring, and thoughts drifting elsewhere.
Actions that needed to be taken, might or might not be done, depending on the complexity. His usual task was to gather intel, and catch word of what was going on. No further instruction beyond that, and no call as to when he should return back.
What else could he do with time, and instincts that battled with each other, but to let them take control? He was more of a passenger than a pilot, as he sought his own reward for finishing such a simple and everyday task, with whatever was of interest.
A human that looked at him the wrong way, would get pounced on or blasted. Their screams he cared not for, though he knew better than to be in sight, after such an event was taken. Desire for growth and a much more useful body, led to searching for information on just how to improve himself, when the average human was far from being a match, while father was much too strong for him.
No matter how far or long however, the answer had always came in needing money, to gain what he needed. For he was not ready to combat against the number of humans in such a body, and currency was needed to gain what he sought from most.
That was the way of life, and the way of his natures. Too proud to steal unless he felt deserving of it. Too cautious to fight a group of humans, should his pride look the other way. And too at peace with nature to really get away with such a scenario.
It would change before another year here on earth, surely, but not without time.
Reward Requested: (PL)
