Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 11:07:34 GMT -5
Ocari
Name: Ocari
Age: 123 years
Race: Namekian (Dragon Clan)
Gender: Male
Universe: 7
Height: 1,62m
Weight: 53kg
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers: None
Personality: Ocari is normally calm, most of the time day-dreaming, until something caught his attention. Things like parties, feasts (even not needing to eat) and fightings are of interest to him and he will attempt to participate in any of those that he feels invited to. Another thing he enjoy is to work, be farming or fishing or keeping a garden or treating animals, the namekian likes to be busy. If one thing may irritate him is needless cruelty. He won't avoid violence, but toying with weaker beings is just somthing that he can't tolerate, interfering every time possible. Death of dear ones saddens him, even natural deaths.
Likes/Dislikes: Fighting, eating (even if he don't need it), telling and hearing jokes as well as reading ad working, these are some activities that looks attractive to the namekian, while being made a fool of makes him irritated, as does being forced into something, or farm, fish or any other 'boring' activities, these sounds displeasing to him.
Aspirations: Rule Namek (in the good way)
Homeworld: Namek
Allegiance: Himself
Starting Planet: Namek (Earth if possible)
Appearance:
Ocari is a young namekian, for the race's standarts. He is small, but possess an athletic build. His skin is dark green with some muscles having different texture, striped, and color, being yellow surrounded by a red lining. His eyes are somewhat different from most, with slit-like pupils and yellow sclera without iris. His eyebrowns are protouding, like most of his body, hairless, and sprout anntenaes from the ends. This anntenaes are straight up and look similar to horns. His face is that of a nice person, someone trustworthy, but sometimes, mostly when he is furious, it can turn into that of a demon. A parting gift from his father.
He likes to use simple clothes to give the false impression he is a modest person. Normally he uses a bright orange one side tunic, baggy pants of the same color, a dark grey sash with a white small petticoat around his waist and upper legs, and linen brown shoes. The only stand-up piece of his garment is a black shoulder guard that holds the tunic and a cape, brown on the outside and wine colored inside. The cape can cover almost his entire body, leaving only the shoes out, and has a hood that can help when he wants to look mysterious.
Backstory:
Ocari was born in a secret lair on Namek, still when the planet had it's own civil war: The Dragon and Warrior clan against the reborn Demon clan. His progenitor was part of a cult of elder Demon Clan namekians that desired not only to take Namek, but also the ability to create the Dragon Balls for themselves, as to this point in history only the Dragon clan was capable to do it. The plan was simple yet it required a lot of patience to be successful...and a lot of generations: created to form an army that would be unleashed upon the other clans.
The cult was breeding this soldiers for many years now, Ocari was part of the 11th generation. They were trained since birth and kept in a secret underwater hideout, unknown to even others in the Demon clan that didn't make part of the cult. The soldiers were born without personality, only one thing imprinted in their minds: blind obedience.
But...one elder, on the verge of death, defied the cult and created a young imprinted with his own knowledge and desires, hiding him from others. For that, he was killed...
When Ocari was born his power was way above anyone on the cult, and after grewing into a young child, he killed all the other newborns, eggs, soldiers and elders. With his youth and all the knowlegde of his father, Ocari set into getting more power and achieve his goal: rule Namek and obtain the Dragon Balls.
Although, his maker commited one error: he didn't had only one offspring. Ocari has a twin brother, who he avoided killing on birth due to his good nature. If this was a mistake, only time will tell.
Techniques:
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Eye Laser
[25%Damage]
[li][OT-2] Eye Laser[/li]Is a precise laser-like beams shot from both eyes.
[50%Damage]
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight
[Grants flying]
[li][ST-1] Healing[/li]The ability to heal wounds.
[Heals minor and medium injuries.]
[li][ST-1] Rapid Movement[/li]A technique wherein the fighter moves with great speed, which creates the illusion of teleportation.
[Dodge 100%PL]
[li][ST-1] Eye Flash[/li]The user releases a bright flash of light from their eyes, temporarily blinding the opponents.
[One turn stun, non-harming]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
The sound of the soldiers training echoed through the cavern's many tunnels. One could tell they were in synchronie just by listening their roars, all of them almost in unisound, while practicing the same technique over and over again, until it became part of them. The platoons were divided by generation, some were already young adults but there were children too, and interesting enough they all looked the same, a side effect to the Elders spawning manipulation, not only making them soldiers in mind but in don't giving them distinct appearances so they wouldn't develop personalities. A perfect army, as they wanted them to be.
Unfortunatelly for the Elders and their creations, there were one who knew of their intentions and had the means and desire to end the cult's plans.
As the sentinels fell to the ground, the trainees stopped their doings and turn to see what had happened. There at the entrance was a hooded figure covering himself with a dark cloak, only two glowing yellow lights where there should be a face. The troops hesitated for some time but then one of the childs raged forward and soon was followed the others. The cloaked figure then burst towards the 'army', the cloak thrown back and revealing a strong and young body, that stroke the child with a hand chop, cleaving her head off and proceeding to give the same treatment to the others. Purple blood spilled everywhere as none of the troopers could match the mysterious assailant, but they never backed down, they didn't know how to do it, or better yet to say they never learned the concept.
Soon, the cave went silent for a few instants, and then only the footsteps of the cloaked figure could be listen. It dragged itself further inside the cave and after a few instants it reached the eggs chamber. Against such defenseless targets, it lifted only one arm, cracked its fingers and soon energy began concentrating in the hand, creating some streaks of eletricity in the air around the now forming energy sphere. When the sphere grew five times it's own size, almost thrice size of the hand holding it, the energy blasted forwards covering all the chamber like a yellow wave, destroying everything it touched, even the walls had been destroyed, expanding the chamber. After that, the cloacked figure came back to the tunnel and followed it even further inside. It looked like it knew exactly what it was doing and with two objectives accomplished, it now reached a large stone door decorated with demonic heads. It pushed the doors with both hands and entered the dark room.
Illuminated only by torches that burned a red flame, the figure was now in the presence of what looked like very old and big namekians. The vision could've intimidated it but he wasn't afraid in the slightest, it looked like it really knew what it was doing as for when he entered the room the elders were all meditating and payed no mind to it's presence. The figure then removes the hood and the dark green head of a young namekian with glowing yellow eyes emerges.
- Well, with this everything you worked out for so long will finally be over. Old fools, all this trouble for nothing. To tell the truth there is no quarrel between us...but you killed my maker and his last thoughts are still in my mind - the young one show his arms out of the cloak and shove it to his back - But don't you worry, I'll fulfill your dreams for you...
Reward Requested: (PL)
- Transferring from @nikoru
