Durzo

Name: Durzo Blint
Age: 19
Race: Saiyan
Gender: Male
Universe: <only complete if you are creating a character for Universe 6>
Height: 5’6
Weight: 132 lbs
Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Dark reddish brown
Identifying Markers: None


Personality:
Durzo is at his core a curious and studious individual, this extends to a number of subjects such as philosophy, martial arts, and ecology. Though his head is always stuck in the tomes of history. Stemmed from his want to know more of his people and the sheer beginnings that launched and ultimately brought them to how they are now. This manifested into a greater hunger for knowledge of other races, to the point that he can sometimes lose himself in questioning someone of an unknown origin. Due to how much time he spends on his own Durzo has taken on the look of a loner and gained a somewhat silent disposition. As such when speaking or being spoken to on subjects that don’t spark him to be interesting he is known to give brief yet significant responses. Others usually interpret this as him being either shy or rude, though it is kind of a mix.

When he isn’t in the library buried in a pile of old texts he is practicing his skill in the arts of hand to hand combat or in most cases observing others do so. Durzo admires martial artists and regards them in high esteem for in the name itself he sees it as a graceful art that has numerable forms. Durzo himself has committed himself to the art a number of times but has always slacked in determination to see it through. Not that he doesn’t possess the innate physical ability to master the skills he was taught rather it was his own laziness that always seemed to kill his drive to push on. Only pushing himself to the point that he feels is just enough to keep his body in peak shape. This want of being slothful is normally the result of his interest in the current style growing dim.

During such bouts of boredom, customary to his nature Durzo seeks out the quiet embrace of nature to ease his thoughts and quiet his mind. He can be out for quite a while taking his time to enjoy the peace until he is sound asleep. At his core Durzo is an individual who enjoys idly going along with the flow of events whatever they might be. His unique curiosity getting the better of him, to allow events to unfold without interruption to see and experience the results of their fruition.


Likes/Dislikes:
+ Nature
+ History of various races
+ Sleeping
+ Studying various martial arts
+ Traveling
+ Taboos

- Limits
- Being forced to work
- Bitter foods
- Being looked down on
- Noisy people
- Ignorance


Aspirations:
To travel and explore numerous worlds and learn the history of their inhabitants as well as study any martial arts, if any, practiced by them.
Homeworld: Earth
Allegiance:
Starting Planet: Earth


Appearance:
Durzo is of a moderate build however for a saiyan is on the short side being five feet six inches tall, he has a slightly pale complexion. A bed of raven hued locks lay atop his head while below lies a body of lean muscle kept in shape by the bare minimal of training he puts himself through. Thus besides his physical condition there are close to none visible signs that give him the look of a fighter, such as bruises, scars, or even calluses on his hands.


The attire Durzo sports is usually in tones of black, grey, or white. Normally opting for a black tank top and grey pants with black boots combo when training or relaxing. A white belt loops through his pants and is kept tight against his person. On occasion, most likely in cold climates Durzo will don a black and red long sleeve cloak with a high collar lined in a segmented red pattern for warmth. The cloaks' collar has a white skull and cross bones design on the front of it. When attending classes, Durzo likes to dress comfortably with a black hoodie and grey pants and a pair of black sneakers. The hoodie has the same skull design as his cloak on the back of it. He also carries a single strap white book bag.

Backstory:
Durzo's story begins with the newly formed faction known as the saiyan alliance where his mother, a close to elite status warrior met his father who was of a lower quality in skill. There was something about his peaceful and easy-going nature that captured her and kept him in her thoughts. In the many meetings, they would have in the coming times at some point she dominated him into a relationship with her. Their relationship grew to the point of all lovers and had them settle somewhere outside West city.


After the battle was fought the Alliance left earth in search of a home that would be theirs and theirs alone. The saiyan couple said their goodbyes to many of their friends and family as they stayed behind to live a new life on earth. Some years later they would receive word from them that they succeeded in their search and that the new home world had been named Natto. In the next four years, Durzo would be born on earth and would spark more than just happiness within his parents. Durzo’s mother was more than overjoyed finally having her child in her arms and would explain their need to go to Natto. Durzo was saiyan and his mother believed like them he needed to be raised among his people. Living on earth had its good points but her nature was that of the proud saiyan race and she too wanted to be with her kind. The days had been dull with little to no excitement and though there were plenty of ways to train she needed something more. As she expected her partner did not feel the same, in fact his reasoning was just about the opposite of hers.


If they brought Durzo into the saiyan society he’d be subject to the same culture that he was. That society that valued power above all else and incited violence no matter what other methods there were to be chosen. Remembering his times of youth being labeled as low class and mocked by others for it. He had no intention of putting his own son through the same. The differing opinions ignited numerous arguments between them and at times would escalate into full out fights. Only halting their actions in the few moments when Durzo’s cry would reach them. This would carry on for weeks before his mother would reach her limit. Saying her goodbye to her lover and son she soon left to join her people on Natto. This left his father torn, he felt that she had rejected him and moreso their son. Not being able to take the swarm of emotions that swelled his being he soon began to breakdown. Deeper and deeper he would fall into an abyss, where he knew he could no longer raise his son in his current state.


During the time that they lived in somewhat of a peaceful time the small family had made friends with some of the humans and other races of earth. A couple of old farmers currently in their golden years had despite the saiyans nature had welcomed them like neighbors and treated them without bias. The father looked to his friends with his situation and requested they take care of his son for a time, to which they agreed. Although he stated it would only be a month or two and he would return for Durzo, he never did. Keeping their promise the couple raised Durzo as best they could, as a normal human. They cared for Durzo as if he were they're own, putting the boy through school, and even enlightening him of his race as best they could when the topic was brought up. Obviously, there were certain situations that arose due to the difference in species such as his destructive tendencies as a toddler, and making sure to keep him out of the full moon's reach. However, they persevered and their effort paid off. From their nurturing, he grew into a kind and respectful young man although he had his quirks and bad sides, he wasn't displaying the natural ferocity of the average saiyan. Though they couldn't stop the blood in his veins from drifting him towards conflict as he gained an interest in martial arts, but they soon waved it from their worries as it was simply his curiosity and not a will to fight others.


School for the young saiyan wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. First and foremost, he had to get through the sheer pain of other kids grabbing at his tail just to feel it or prank him. Oh, how evil children were at such a young age completely ignorant of the pain they had been causing him. It took him a while but he finally learned to keep it well out of sight within his pants although it was quite uncomfortable. All through high school Durzo had been able to keep to himself and other students would one way or another take the hint that he was fine on his own. Eating by himself in the courtyard, spending extra time after school in the library to read and study. He didn’t feel like anything else was really necessary in his school life as long as he had good grades and stayed out of trouble.


Now upon his graduation, Durzo finds himself conflicted with what his next steps forward should be. Gram and gramps had both made well known that they support whatever decision he makes in his life, so long as he stays safe and comes to visit every once in a while. The young man had tons of things he wanted to seek after; his parents, his people, the secrets hidden away by time, knowledge, and adventure. Was he to continue a normal life and proceed on towards university, or stake his life on adventure and seek out the limitless unknown.

Techniques

Balanced Tree

Offense Tiers

• OT-1 Meteor's Fall