Post by Jinjer on Mar 3, 2017 20:46:30 GMT -5
Name: Jinjer
Age: Nineteen (19)
Race: Saiyan-Human Hybrid (Saiyan-Dominant)
Gender: Male
Height: Five-foot nine-inches. (5'9") --- (175cm)
Weight: 137lbs (62kg)
Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.
Identifying Markers: None. (Yet)
Personality: Right off the bat, one would assume Jin is a spiteful, nasty individual just by his regular demeanor. A hardened grimace fit with a furrowed brow is enough to scare most patrons off, diverting them from any sort of conversation with Jin himself. But, it’s just that. A wall to ward off any potential conversations. It’s a defense mechanism developed by Jin to help cope with his social anxiety. He figures if people don’t talk to you, then you can avoid the entire problem right there at the front door. That being said, he doesn’t necessarily DISLIKE talking to people, he just prefers to keep to himself. There are rare occasions where his Saiyan genes will completely take over and force him into situations he normally wouldn’t ever engage in, however.
Jin can be very vulgar in conversation, and pretty much is most of the time. He doesn’t spew curse words to offend anyone (Unless the chat devolves into a shitfest, of course). It’s just his manner of speaking. His crass nature is even more apparent in battle. He becomes very arrogant and unaware of his surroundings, granting his tongue a free highway to any word that just so happens to pop into his brain.
All in all, Jin is a shy, vindictive, independent, coarse, and sometimes open individual who wants nothing more then to separate himself from his family lineage and live a life away from home, focusing solely on himself and his own training as opposed to assisting his dear beloved.
Likes: Meat (Saiyan genes) || Long Naps || Developing and experimenting with new fighting styles/techniques || Milk
Dislikes: Being interrupted || Sour foods || Cats (He's allergic) || Loud music
Aspirations: Jin doesn’t necessarily aspire to be much. He doesn’t want to be some big-wig company owner, he doesn’t want to be a famous actor, and he most certainly doesn’t want to be the savior of the universe. For the foreseeable future, he is just looking to branch away from his family and sort of define himself as his own person. He wants to focus on his training and distance himself from the pedestal that his younger brother has been put on by their parents.
Homeworld: Earth.
Allegiance: Saiyan Alliance.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Appearance:
Standing at exactly five-feet nine-inches tall, Jinjer is of an average height for both Saiyans and Humans. He sports a rather vascular frame which stems from his martial arts training, a trait easily blamed on the Saiyan cells circulating throughout his body. The hardened Saiyan brow streamlines across the bottom of his large forehead, which is covered by a wild plethora of jet-black spikes from the jungle that sits atop his head, only held back from his face by an orange headband. His eyes are black as well, sitting far back in their sockets. His nose is small, shaped into a point which extends no further than his scored jawline.
As for his outfit, from top-to-bottom, Jinjer wears an orange, cloth headband to keep his hair from splattering across his face. Encasing his torso is a sleeveless black and grey vest, peppered here and there with golden buttons and accessories. The vest itself is elongated down around his waist, providing a protective shield for the loosely fitted cream-pants lying underneath. The entire garb is held together around his waist by a brown leather belt, tightly wrapped around his hips. His pants are tucked into the simple black and gold boots that are practically glued to his feet.
Perhaps the most notable thing about Jinjer is the large sword he keeps sheathed across his back, secured to his body by a brown leather strap similar to the belt around his waist. The sword itself is odd in that the blade is much wider and much longer than the handle. The sword itself sports no pommel, instead encasing the black cylinder handle in a thick metal handguard.
Backstory: Born and raised alongside his younger brother Scallio in South City to the full-bred Saiyan mother Fennle and the human father Almondo, the two boys were practically bred for combat. With a mother possessing as fiery a spirit as the magma that lurks deep underground, Jinjer and Scallio were raised into the fighting side of the family. They were trained specifically to fuel their mother’s ego, and being the timid human that he was, Almondo had no objection to this. However, as the years pressed on, it was obvious who the more talented of the two was. The youngest, Scallio, proved himself to have a natural inkling towards any and all bits fighting.
While Jinjer wasn’t pushed aside by any means, his younger brother did receive the bulk of the praise and training. This in turn caused Jin to harbor a deep-rooted displeasure and even a bit of jealousy with not only their mother and their father, but with his younger brother as well. Nothing too extraordinary came from this, as it had just begun festering around the age of ten or so. The only notch Jinjer had ever gotten on his belt was in an academic sense, and in a house where the dominant parent was a Saiyan, succeeding in school over martial arts prowess wasn’t exactly the most ideal gift.
The jealousy and the built-in rage had grown over the course of their high-school years, so much so that as soon as Jinjer had turned eighteen and graduated, he quickly set off on his own with no plan whatsoever. He didn’t know where he was going to go, he didn’t know what he was going to do when he got to wherever it was he ended up. He was upset, jealous, and most of all, disappointed in himself for not being able to keep up with his younger brother.
This quest for severance lead Jinjer to the wilds of the Eastern Islands, where he roams now and fends for himself, training and such.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Balanced.
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Masala Gatling
[25% of current PL in damage.]
[li][OT-1] Chervil Charge[/li]
Jin rushes his opponent, assaulting them with a barrage of punches, kicks, knees and elbows. Once he’s felt he has dealt enough punishment, he finishes the technique off with a double-open-palmed strike to his adversary’s chest with the goal of knocking them backwards and sending them straight to their ass.
[25% of current PL in damage.]
[li][OT-2] Basil Cannon[/li]
Jin places his palms together and begins charging a crackling sphere of orange ki. He then unleashes a wave of fiery energy from the sphere, launching it towards his opponent.
[50% of current PL in damage.]
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Support Tiers
[Zoom-Zoom flying in the air.]
[li][ST-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
Jin is able to hide his own power signature provided he does not utilize any techniques.
[Able to hide his own Power Level/Lower it.]
[li][ST-1] Ki Sense[/li]
Jin is able to sense the power signatures of those around him as long as they are within the same region as himself.
[Able to sense the Power Level of those within the same board as himself.]
[li][ST-1] Telepathy[/li]
Jin is able to mentally communicate with those that are within the same region as himself.
[Able to mentally communicate with those that are within the same board as himself.]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
750 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
The ambient noise settling upon the desolate cove sprang to life as a waterfall crashed into the small lake below, hitting the surface like a ton of bricks. A large forest surrounded the lake, rounding off at the edges of the island which just so happened to be located in the far east. Aside from the beautiful yet noisy waterfall, not much else was on the island aside from large rock formations and an abundance of vegetation which made the island gleam like a giant emerald.
The young halfbreed lowered himself towards the sandy beach that closed off the lake from the rest of the island, his boots molding to the soft sand as if it were clay. He was garbed in his typical outfit, save for his gigantic sword. Crystalline beads of sweat gradually rolled down his vascular frame, most of which formed a thick line right above his brow. His eyes were set on the rumbling lake before him before taking a gander towards the waterfall. With a deep breath embracing his chest, the Saiyan-Human hybrid took to the sky once more, venturing towards the cascading waters.
Without even so much as a flinch, Jin pushed forward, driving himself through the waterfall to find himself right at the entrance of a small cave hidden magnificently behind the rushing water. In other words, his home. It had been so for about a year, give or take one-two months. It wasn’t winning any awards for most extravagant residence, but it got the job done. Stretching back about ten feet into the mountain before halting with a jagged wall, it was fitted with all Jin needed. A large enough space for a fire, shelter from mother nature herself, and a small vertical rock which had obviously been cut in half, presumably by Jin himself, to from a makeshift bed. Not to mention it gave him all the privacy in the world, which is all he could hope for in a home.
Lowering himself to the rocky floor, Jin threw his head back, allowing his wet mane to settle against his back. He shook his head from side-to-side, sending spates of water droplets across the entrance to the cave.
“Home.. Sweet fuckin’ home.” He uttered in an almost sarcastic tone.
After a day of training, Jin’s mind was set on kicking it back on that hard-ass rock and letting his mind wander on whatever the fuck he wanted until he fell asleep. He wasn’t prepared to engage the crinkly parchment that he had accidentally stepped on. He tossed his gaze down towards a white envelope, lifting his boot from the ‘roadblock’. Written across the white surface in what looked to be a black marker read: “To Jinjer.”
With a suspicious squint overcoming his eyelids, Jin bent at the waist and coiled his fingertips around the envelope. “Great.. Don’t tell me I need to move again.” His words had an obvious growl behind them as he pinched the top of the letter in between his thumb and index knuckle, tearing the top off in one clean strip. He made his way towards his ‘bed’ and plopped himself down, fumbling to get the folded up piece of paper from it’s solitary confinement. Once the letter was free, Jin carelessly tossed the ripped up envelope to the side, flipping the piece of paper open across his lap. The letter read:
“Hey Jin! You’ve probably guessed by now that I wrote this… I was hoping to catch you and give this one to you myself, but you weren’t home… Again. I wish I knew where you went, Jin. You know you can’t keep running forever! Your little bro is always going to find you!” The letter paused. There seemed to be a long line of smudges right after “you!” as if someone had written something but decided to erase it in the end. Right below the soiled streak, the letter continued. “I miss you. Dad misses you. Mom is the same as always, only caring about how well I do in all of these martial arts tournaments. Sometimes I wish I could pack up and do what you do. Live out in the wilderness by myself. It seems like it would be a lot of fun! Though, I think I would get bored training all alone.”
Again, the letter broke into a long blank space, but continued further on down the page.
“I know you don’t want to be with us anymore, and I have to respect that. I’m going to try and stop myself from sending you so many of these. I know it can’t be easy for you. It definitely isn’t easy for us. I just hope someday you will let us come visit you in person. Dad and I will be waiting for that day. Even if it never comes. You keep trucking on big brother.
-Scallio”
Silence. That was all Jin could hear after he finished the letter. Sure, there was a raging waterfall not even eight feet away from him, but in that cranium of his.. Everything was quiet. He took his eyes off of the paper for just a moment before crumpling the letter into the palm of his hand, molding it into a distorted sphere. He let it fall from his hands to the ground as he lifted his legs and kicked back on top of his bed, throwing his forearm over his eyes. Even he knew he was being pretty stupid. He wasn’t going to sleep after that.
Reward Requested: PL please!