Post by Rensu on May 1, 2017 12:55:50 GMT -5
Rensu
Name: Rensu
Age: Thirteen.
Race: Saiyajin.
Gender: Male.
Universe:
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 130 lbs.
Hair Color: Jet black.
Eye Color: Solid black.
Identifying Markers: Several bangs across forehead, X-shaped scars along his body.
Personality: Rensu is quite typical. As a youth, he sometimes acts ahead of himself and as if he knows everything there is to know. However, this is only in certain situations. Namely, those where he is in the advantage against an enemy. Otherwise, he's an average youth. Active and headstrong. Rensu is one to take charge and power forward, never backing down from anyone. Refusing to stop for anything unless it puts his allies in mortal danger. Rensu is blunt. He speaks his mind and holds no bars verbally nor physically. He is never one to taunt, though. And as such, he absolutely hates being made fun of or taunted.
Likes/Dislikes:
Meat. ✔
Fighting/Sparring. ✔
Saiyans. ✔
Exploring. ✔
Breaking limits. ✔
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Being told what to do. ❌
Total pacifists. ❌
Spineless, weaker opponents. ❌
“False” Saiyans. ❌
Being taunted. ❌
Aspirations:
To become a stronger Saiyan..”Super”, even!
Make his forefathers proud.
Prove himself worthy of being a Saiyan.
Crush all opposition.
Homeworld: Planet Vegeta.
Allegiance: The Saiyans!
Starting Planet: Planet Saiya.
Appearance:
Often dressed in an attire unique to him, Rensu is usually seen in the same garb most days. That garb being a brown, sash that wraps from his left shoulder down his chest and stomach. His right shoulder and arm are revealed, as well as the right side of his chest. His tail is neatly wrapped ‘round his waist, keeping the sash fixed and his pants secured. Or, more secured than normal. Speaking of which, his legs are protected by baggy white trousers. This Saiyan lacks shoes or gloves of any kind.
On Rensu’s body, he has many identifying marks. Of these marks are a number of X-shaped scars and gashes gained from training and fighting. He most prominently features these X’s on his shoulders, left pectoral, stomach and legs. His hair is fashioned like it's been since birth. Spiked up and free, many bangs cross his forehead.
Backstory:
Thirteen ages prior to this one, a Saiyajin by the name of Rensu is born to two parental Saiyajins whose names have been lost to the sandy dunes of time. All that remains of their memory being their faces for a short second or so and that's all. Little regard is given to their spawn and not a chance for him to try and do the opposite. The wails and cries of an infant filling the pod he resided in.
Several ages forth, approximately four, Rensu participates in various missions in accordance to his age and ranking amongst his peers. From planet hopping for exploration to destruction of life for gain and expansion of the Saiyajin monarchy. Nothing of significance occurring during this time of the young Saiyajin´s life. Although, one could qualify the ranking test given to him at age six something worth noting. The test, given as a tournament among youth, resulting in himself and various other youth taking victory and assuming new ranks. Rensu graduating from a runt to a Class C type. Nothing too incredible. Type C being a young child's equivalent to that of an adult Low Class.
Age nine, Rensu is assigned a squadron. His squadron consisting of a female by the name of Mauka. A male by the name of Daikon. Another male and female whose names were Pumki and Kumiko. All roughly the same age, generally rounding out to ten as a unit. Missions being carried out to the utmost succession amongst the group, and pride being a common theme amongst the children. Very rarely did they not feel proud to be around one another. It is this age that Rensu and Mauka begin to engage in something quite uncommon amongst the warrior race of Saiyajin; Bonding. Rather than designate one another as eventual mates, the two had a spark of infatuation for one another. A blossoming plant that would be expanded later in life.
Age thirteen, only success entails this and the following years of life for Ren. Occupation-wise and, interestingly, relationship wise. His interactions with his squad mates quite smooth and nothing but tight. While none of his subordinates seemed to harbor family, they managed to craft something similar out of one another's company. Their overall synergy increasing as a result and permitting ease of access to victory during missions. Outside of planet hopping and RTB’ing, Rensu and Mauka begin to spend time with one another. Graduating from mere work mates to naïve companions. Their infatuation turning to an Earthling’s definition of a teenage romance. Few fights but lots of affection between battles.
A bit later into his thirteenth year of being, Ren and Mauka, as well as his mates, are separated. His companions reaching the outer reaches of the galaxy for prolonged periods. This leaves Rensu a bit depressed but he comes through and resumes his normal ways of being. This brings forth the current day and age where he, like many of his kin, relocate to Planet Saiya and continue their way of life. A proud Saiyan child through and through.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT1] Seismo
[25% of PL.]
[li][OT1] Power Wave[/li]
After charging Ki into the selected hand, the user slams his closed fist to the ground, upon impact of his knuckles, a wave of Ki is projected forward.
[25% of PL.]
[li][OT1] Ora Ora Ora![/li]
A blindingly fast amount of punches are delivered, Ki is infused in both fists.
[25% of PL.]
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Support Tiers
- [PT1] Ki Sense.
[Enables Ki sense.]
[li][ST1] Ki Suppression.[/li]
Enables disguising of Ki.
[Enables ability to hide Ki.]
[li][PT1] Flight.[/li]
Enables flight.
[Enables flight ]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
"Hum..." An annoyed hum left the throat of a young Saiyan. The youth laid back, sitting in his home. Rensu, the young one, quite bored with this day. He had nothing to do! He completed his daily tasks and chores, his stomach was filled as he had already fed himself, and everything else that one could think of had either been done and said, or didn't interest him the least. Well, there was one thing. And as the thought popped into his head, Rensu popped up from his laid back position. Sitting upright, his hands across his lap. Snapping his fingers as he hopped off of his mattress.
"I'll give myself something to do!" He exclaimed, venturing into his closet and retrieving a sizeable punching bag, The leather object visibly bruised and battered from countless use and abuse. Not saying much else before assaulting the poor item. Hardening his knuckles and improving his strength. Well, this was certainly one way to spend the day.
Reward Requested: (Zeni)