Post by Beat on Dec 24, 2017 10:01:12 GMT -5
Age: 11
Race: Half Saiyan (Saiyan Dominant/LSSJ route) (He's unaware of it though)
Gender: Male
Height: 144 cm
Weight: 32 kg /64 kg when awakened
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Reddish
Identifying Markers: Nothing in particular, I guess his hair works?
Personality:
A rather simple guy with a rather simple aspiration, Beat pretty much describe himself with "a guy who's looking for peace of mind". Living in a less fortunate family, with often very little money made Beat disciplined since young. He does not spend money recklessly and have a rather organized schedule to help his parents, carrying his weight in the family's economy. It's usually nothing big, but he prefers to do part-time jobs that have physical challenge to them, although he is well aware, for some reason, his power is not changing the slightest. Even so, Beat does not feel right to not train. His father, despite in his crippled condition, always encouraged him to train, no matter how futile it is. The boy too believed that perhaps, something will change. Perhaps it can be said as tenacity, but he himself called it stubbornness instead. Stubbornness where he believed that he could change how people treated their family and make both of his parents happy.
An even tempered guy, he made it point "Treat people how you want to be treated". While not exactly a chipper, he's polite and friendly to those who he find deserved it, while being sarcastic or smartass to people that treat him with disrespect, at least not openly, but he would love to do that. If he have the strength, then surely he would say that out loud. Too bad he's not growing.
Due to his skinny physique, Beat is often bullied by his peers, hence he have a rather high resilience against bullying attempt. Provided that no lasting physical harm would get him, he would let almost anything pass... not really; he's rather vengeful actually. The guy himself dislikes being pushed around and of course bullied, but knowing his own inadequate strength, he often had to put on a dumb guy facade and let them pass. Thing is, he remembers... and he turns that frustration into more desire to train. No matter how futile, his desire to get stronger always made him feel like he can face the next day with lighter heart.
A bit of an adrenaline junkie, Beat often challenged stuff that gave him rush, so he said. It made him felt like he could face the world, although he know that's not the case. While his power indeed does not grow, his perception speed allows him finesse that befits his racial mixture. He used this to learn parkour, having yet learned the ability to fly perfectly. Beat also love high place. According to him, it made him feel like he has escaped from all problem on the ground below and nobody could reach him. It's childish, but he loved it.
Fighting wise, Beat is non traditional for most Saiyan warrior (not that he would know as of now). Knowing his weakness, he often use dirty tricks. He hates it, but as he often say, the weak had no choice but to obey, or use dirty method to win. Although when he find a rival or a friend and he spars with them, he prefer to use his own power when doing it. When it comes to friend or rival it's not survival anyway. It's just fun. He's also a calculative fighter that hates to challenge something unknown without back up plan. If he senses that he won't win the battle and unable to run, he would pass the battle. Battle does not worth your life, after all... Unless his dear parents concerned.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Money, his parents, good meal, nice workout, high places, appreciative people
Dislikes: Bullies, high and mighty people, those who wastes their food, bad cooking
Aspirations:
To get rich
To get strong enough to protect his family
To get back against all of his bullies
Homeworld: Earth
Allegiance: Irrelevant
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Appearance wise, he's not all that different from any human... at first that is. Red hair, red eyes, both are on blood red spectrum instead of the bright red of super saiyan god (luckily). Beat, with name deriving from beet, does indeed fit his name on that aspect. He's lanky, although calling him tall probably not really accurate. His body have no useless fat, but it's not muscular either, making him looks like a normal earthling. All thing considered he does not have tail either or any defining look for that matter. Sure he got bullied a lot, but that does not give him any visible scars at first glance, so it cannot be accurately used to describe him.
However, when his true heritage is known to him and his true strength unleashed, Beat's weight practically doubled from the growing muscle mass. Not that it make him acts that much differently, but he definitely pretty much stuck with one type of clothing from there on, as his family is poor and unable to provide that much clothing. His clothing included skin tight sleeveless, short legged bodysuit with pull up zipper. While he used to wear his mother's DIY pelt kilt, it no longer fits his current body, hence she attached it to a belt. Pretty much looks neat, right? Or at least, to him.
Backstory:
His father name is Chard, a full blood Saiyan. However, weak and sickly as he is, he was deemed a disgrace of Saiyan race by his peer. Not helping that Chard was a pacifist by nature, not a desirable nature for the spartan orientated race. Chard's parents were elites of the empire. While they unable to hide their disappointment that Chard born that way, they love him more than they're disappointed in him. They requested that he's not to be disposed of. However, when they passed away in skirmish of unknown scale (Whether it's a war or something else), Chard's luck pretty much ran dry. Chard himself refused to divulge more of his background, saying that Chard of the Saiyan race has died. His tail too has been maimed, not cut, but maimed, as a cruel parting "gift" by his peer. They know how much Chard treasures his parents and refused to cut his tail, no matter even if it become debilitating to him.
It indeed became debilitating. From that point onward, Chard was unable to walk normally. He was exiled to Earth, without nothing but extremely old model capsule spacepod. If it were to be described, it's almost they want him to die before he could spread the shame. Luckily, he did not die. He however, indeed crashed on a small tribe of forest dwellers. One of the lass there took pity on him and take care of him, despite his unknown origin. Chard recovered and asked the girl for her name. She introduced herself as Forte. From that point on, Chard lived together with Forte, her brother Alto and their father Simo. The family accepted the stranger with open arms. Their kindness made Chard eventually fell in love with the lass who saved his life. The tribe people also taught him many important skills for his survival, such as fishing and making craftmanship. Now feeling at home with both the tribe and a lover that made him felt belong, Chard tried his best and finally proposed to Forte. Their union was blessed by the entire tribe.
The thing with this tribe is that they often sell their craftwork to the nearby city in return for buying food and other items impossible for them to get in tribe. Desiring to help, Chard told his father-in-law about his plan to live midway as a transit point from the tribe to the city, so anyone from the tribe that came to deliver their goods could return to the tribe before nightfall. His father in-law accepted it, and not only that, he also helped the saiyan to build the house.
However, it might be beginning of a disaster.
When Beat was born, he was much stronger than his father. Chard cannot believe the turn of event, and even actually wondered what would happened if the half saiyan born in his home world? Despite so, soon that pride turned into fear. He feared that his son will be taken away from him and his wife. Not helping that due to the complication of the birth, Forte was unable to have a child anymore. That's why, with heavy heart, Chard asked his wife if there is a way to seal his saiyan heritage. It's unknown who exactly, but they got a help from someone who could, and Beat lived normally, as an earthling, not as a half saiyan.
Still, Chard is not stupid. He know that the seal is not completely perfect. It'll one day break, and when that day come, he does not believe that he could stop his son from being taken away if he stayed like this. Hence, Chard encouraged his son to train, no matter how futile.
Beat grows up to be a child who is well aware of his father's situation, but never knew about the tail that he kept hidden. He only knew that his father is a cripple, but still worked hard for their family. As he grew older, Beat and Chard's huge appetite become problem for the family. While before Chard can still eat his fill to satisfaction when he was living alone with Forte, he started to eat less to give his son proper nutrients for his growth. Beat understood that, leading him to also take some part time job, to at least make his father able to eat well too. Unfortunately, not everyone in the city are kind to the tribesmen. While Chard was more well received for his foreigner look, Beat who have the red hair and eyes of the tribe was called names such as tree climbers, barbarian and many more hurtful thing. Even his classmates at school are not so kind to him. Those who are at least not hostile to him had to feign ignorance so they won't get bullied. He himself understood this, but refused to accept that he'll be always a bottom feeder.
Beat trained his best and wished that he could somehow... somehow, get back at his torturer and stop all the prejudice directed on his family.
Techniques (all techniques are unusable before awakening)
Technique Tree: Balanced
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Blast Stream
[25% of PL]
[li][VT-1] Blast Stream: Volt[/li]
Version of blast stream that made electrocute the target, stunning temporarily when hit.
[25% of PL, Stun, Only travel in straight path]
[li][OT-1] Spread Blast[/li]
Continuous blast of ki that often acts as distraction more than it to damage.
[25% of PL][/ul]
Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Bulking
[li][PT-1] Ki Sensing[/li]
Beat can sense Ki of someone around him, provided they're close
[Sense ki of someone in same region]
[li][PT-1] Flight[/li]
Beat can manipulate his ki to fly. This came rather naturally to him after awakening for strange reason.
[Allow flight][/ul]
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod (It's broken tho!)
Roleplay Example:
His day starts early, and that's not any different today. Before the alarm clock even start ringing, he's already taking a bath. Cold water made him shudder, but hey, it's also refreshing way to start the day! It's not like he likes those bitter coffee like his father. With his red hair, styled in mohawk still dripping wet, Beat walked out of the bathroom and opened the fridge to take a bottle of milk. He took a plate with his name on it from a board with several metal hooks attached and put it on 'At work'. He put notes beside it that said that he's going to deliver newspaper. Well, his parents probably knew that already though. For this one time, instead of wearing the shoes he normally uses to go around the block, he choose his parkour shoes.
"Yosh..."
Now all ready, the boy opened the door and quickly closes it behind him. With a full sprint right from the go, he headed toward the newspaper agency, ignoring the bicycle parked beside his house. That? Seriously, that's just his mother's. He's not going to ride them. Sure it'll make it easier, but he prefer to have feeling of wind blowing on his face by his own speed! There's are no neighbors to greet. As far as he know, there are no one living close to him in thirty minutes run. It's always like that. The moment he arrived at the newspaper agency, the man there greeted him.
"Well hello there Beat! As energetic as always huh!"
"Mr. Mora! Good morning, sir! Here to deliver he news!"
"Heh heh, that's good that's good. I'll be counting on you this time too! Hard to believe how you're already running non stop though! I wish I could be younger, would be fun to jog around with you."
Beat just smiled and scratched his head, embarrassed. If there is something that he's proud of despite his never growing strength, it's his stamina. The constant hard training since early childhood made him able to run quite long.
"Ah right, here is your newspaper for the day. Please take care now!" Mr. Mora handed the newspaper bundles. As usual, there are quite a lot of it. He gratefully takes them and began running after waving a goodbye. As he passed his designated blocks, Beat start tossing newspaper with trained accuracy. Some dogs thankfully helped him to bring the newspaper to their masters... but when they're not, he already took notes which dogs are "wild" type that ruins the newspaper. He instead delivered the newspaper to their mailbox. Now, how does his parkour came to play?
It's when he's at dead end. However, his next blocks actually closer if he could reach it from here. He saw some horizontal flag pole and jumped to grab at it, then swing himself up, to another pole, again and again, until he's up above a building and leaped to the the next, and next, and next, all while dropping the newspaper right on the doorsteps. He's already so trained that it felt like second nature for him. He's enjoying his little activity, feeling the adrenaline pumping as he jumped from building to building, how he goes down from the building by using the walls to slow down his fall, and by how he scaled them again. It's exhilarating!
However, when certain houses came to sight, his face turned into a scowl. He paced himself faster, tossing newspaper at trained accuracy, yet did not bother to even check whether they end up correctly or not. He really don't want anyone to saw him. Most of the people of the city are kind, but some of them are rather... elitist. These parents believed that their sons are angels. If anything HE is the one at fault to even get bullied, at least how he thought the parents would feel. To his relief, it's seem that he managed to deliver the goods... as he exhaled and tried to catch his breath, suddenly he felt something blunt... and wet, on his head. The stink of rotten egg assaulted his smelling and he nearly barfed. Laughters... he heard laughters. Those bastards again.
His hands balled into fist... he had to grit his teeth to held the fury in.
"Just you wait..." he muttered as he resumed his running. He better ask Mr. Mora to lend him his bathroom...
Reward Requested: PL
"Yosh..."
Now all ready, the boy opened the door and quickly closes it behind him. With a full sprint right from the go, he headed toward the newspaper agency, ignoring the bicycle parked beside his house. That? Seriously, that's just his mother's. He's not going to ride them. Sure it'll make it easier, but he prefer to have feeling of wind blowing on his face by his own speed! There's are no neighbors to greet. As far as he know, there are no one living close to him in thirty minutes run. It's always like that. The moment he arrived at the newspaper agency, the man there greeted him.
"Well hello there Beat! As energetic as always huh!"
"Mr. Mora! Good morning, sir! Here to deliver he news!"
"Heh heh, that's good that's good. I'll be counting on you this time too! Hard to believe how you're already running non stop though! I wish I could be younger, would be fun to jog around with you."
Beat just smiled and scratched his head, embarrassed. If there is something that he's proud of despite his never growing strength, it's his stamina. The constant hard training since early childhood made him able to run quite long.
"Ah right, here is your newspaper for the day. Please take care now!" Mr. Mora handed the newspaper bundles. As usual, there are quite a lot of it. He gratefully takes them and began running after waving a goodbye. As he passed his designated blocks, Beat start tossing newspaper with trained accuracy. Some dogs thankfully helped him to bring the newspaper to their masters... but when they're not, he already took notes which dogs are "wild" type that ruins the newspaper. He instead delivered the newspaper to their mailbox. Now, how does his parkour came to play?
It's when he's at dead end. However, his next blocks actually closer if he could reach it from here. He saw some horizontal flag pole and jumped to grab at it, then swing himself up, to another pole, again and again, until he's up above a building and leaped to the the next, and next, and next, all while dropping the newspaper right on the doorsteps. He's already so trained that it felt like second nature for him. He's enjoying his little activity, feeling the adrenaline pumping as he jumped from building to building, how he goes down from the building by using the walls to slow down his fall, and by how he scaled them again. It's exhilarating!
However, when certain houses came to sight, his face turned into a scowl. He paced himself faster, tossing newspaper at trained accuracy, yet did not bother to even check whether they end up correctly or not. He really don't want anyone to saw him. Most of the people of the city are kind, but some of them are rather... elitist. These parents believed that their sons are angels. If anything HE is the one at fault to even get bullied, at least how he thought the parents would feel. To his relief, it's seem that he managed to deliver the goods... as he exhaled and tried to catch his breath, suddenly he felt something blunt... and wet, on his head. The stink of rotten egg assaulted his smelling and he nearly barfed. Laughters... he heard laughters. Those bastards again.
His hands balled into fist... he had to grit his teeth to held the fury in.
"Just you wait..." he muttered as he resumed his running. He better ask Mr. Mora to lend him his bathroom...
Reward Requested: PL