Post by Houri on Feb 13, 2016 14:18:59 GMT -5
Houri
Name: Houri
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Race: Saiyan
Homeworld: Planet Vegeta
Starting Planet: Planet Vegeta
Appearance:
Houri mostly uses worn out, ragged, dirty or tattered clothes due to his lack of resources and family to provide him with basic sets of clothes. However, the kid does take pride in the few pieces of cloth he calls clothes due to them being trophies to his survival and power to strive in a place like the one he was born.
Being an orphan in a hostile planet with almost no food available and shortage of other supplies made him rather skinny and small for his age. Due to the necessity of his every day struggle for his nourishment, be it throughout hunting or scavenging, gave him a body with visible but small muscle development hidden by oversized or tattered clothes.
Having no access to constant safe or clean places to live has made his small physique to look rough and dirty most of the times, his hair, completely black, spiked and wild is always tied with an elastic band or a rope in a ponytail that tries in vain to contain the mass of hair.
Houri has deep black eyes full of life and emotion, his eyes are fierce and defying with no fear of death and no hesitation his face always has a grin upon his lips.
Backstory:
Why do you fight?
Some seek the thrill of the combat, others the need to conquer, be it planets or personal challenges, some do it to protect their loved ones, but despite all those reasons, we always fight for one reason above all else, survival.
Be an insect, a worm or a wild predator or a baby, anyone wants to live and to make his life keep going, will always fight until the very end of the line to survive, and with that said, we assume that only the strong survive, only the strongest. That, my friend, is true, and with survival, comes the power, and with it, the pride, the hubris, sentient species greatest motivator, flaw and strength.
Anyone has pride, some less than others but in the end it is there inside of you and at some point you will feel it, be from that challenge that you conquered or that foe you managed to defeat by yourself. Be that as it may, anyone can fall from glory due to too much pride, that is a hard learned lesson by some warriors, yet, for some, pride is all you have in a universe full of hardships.
That is the case of a little boy, born at the wasteland of the planet Vegeta. Without much power, being naturally weak and frail Houri, as he would later be known was discarded by his biological parents with no more than a few months old, only to be found by a Saiyan named Minos, a female warrior and drifter trying to survive in the wasteland after a life of combat and bloodshed.
Minos was a Saiyan in her late fifties with black long hair, deep black eyes and only one arm, however, despite all the scars and all the muscles a normal Saiyan has, that is where the similarities end. She was a veteran whose in her late year had lost more than an arm and a few fights. She had lost her husband and son in a raid done by members of her old raiding group after her and her husband tried to settle down to raise their son. During some time she drifted from place to place searching for more than just battles, she had lost her purpose and her way due to the anger and grief that now affected her, and that is what saved the little baby she had come across when searching for food in a pile of rubble.
In any normal day, Minos would have put the baby out of his misery by just killing him and getting on with her life, however, the cries of the baby made her hesitant as her hand slowly got closer to the baby covered by rags and dirt. Her first impression was the baby’s hair, much alike the hair of her lost son, and his eyes, full of life and hunger.
The baby, in dire need of food tried to suckle on her finger but to no avail and when frustrated, even with no teeth tried to bite her due to the hunger that consumed him. Surprised by how much the baby was trying to live Minos decided to take him with her to the closest settlement on the wastelands of the planet to find a way to keep the baby alive.
Having decided to adopt the baby, Minos took upon herself to raise him and for over the next five years, Houri had what he could call a family even for Saiyan standards. However, by knowing the reality of life on the planet and that only the strong can survive, she taught her son how to scavenge for food, to know when not to attack, to steal, what to eat, to search for things in the trash and above all else. How to fight and be a warrior, how to be prideful of what he had and how to keep his pride by never taking unworthy actions.
However, stability in the wasteland is a rare achievement, and conflict, it comes for all, no matter who or where you are. When Houri was about 4 years old and hunting rodents for dinner. Minos while at home had been visited by old acquaintances, members of her old group of raiders, the same that killed her son and her husband.
The conversation was brief due to the hatred felt by Minos and she only waited for them to be distracted while they talked about finishing the job from years ago or accepting her as a slave thug to work for them to strike fast and quickly with her arm. While the attack granted momentum enough for her to grab one of her foes and fly away towards an isolated area of the wasteland, she knew that her power would be no match for the numbers against her, six to one, she could only protect Houri by not letting them know he existed.
Indeed she fell victim to her wounds but not only before damaging her assailants, three dead, one badly injured, and one scarred for life without one of his eyes. She died but the fight no matter how far she went attracted the attention of the curious Houri, who flied there to watch in order to scavenge the bodies of whoever was fighting thinking that maybe his mother would be happy to see him bring something that they could sell.
Little did he know that as soon as he arrived he would see something that no kid should ever see, his foster mother was there, in the ground, without her other arm, with her chest completely smashed and one of her legs missing. Covered in blood the Saiyan only had time to watch Houri come close to her and say.
- Be strong, survive, and live, son –
Houri was in shock, and for what seemed hours stood there in the middle of nowhere gazing upon his mother body until he silently walked to the bodies that she destroyed, scouters, pieces of armor, clothes, and only a single emblem found. The PTO. After gathering all he could, he finally snapped. He cried for the first time, feeling the rage and hatred consume his body and for the first time craving the blood and the lives from those that took away from him the only thing he knew as a family. Houri still in tears punched the ground until a hole had been deep enough for his mother to be buried, and then gave her his last goodbye.
Devastated, sad, and lost, Houri stayed at home for a couple of days until hunger finally drove him off to hunt, after all, life would not stop over a single death. Life continues as he experienced firsthand, after all, no one asked for his mother, no friends came, no one cared, that was the life of the warriors, if you were weak and died, no one would care, only those who really loved you would mourn.
With that lesson learned the hardest way, Houri with almost five years old began a life that no child is supposed to live, he gathered his things and moved on in search of the only thing he knew about the killers of his mother. The PTO, if his mother killers were still with them he would destroy them, if not, he would destroy them anyway, that was the only thing in his mind and what drove him to train and survive all the coming years almost in an obsessive way. Houri had so much hatred over the PTO even if unfounded that in many occasions his training almost got him killed by trying to train alone and going over his own limits.
For the next six years the wasteland of the planet would be his home, drifting away from settlement to settlement in order to get supplies, challenges and perhaps someone he felt was strong enough to help him train and search for his mother killers. It was during this time that with the scouter he retrieved from the killers, he found out information about the group.
They called themselves Heralds of Destruction and the names of the group inside the PTO, Val tharx the leader, Cabb Agher the lieutenant and Durgas one of the corporal’s. They were the only survivors from the once small group that in the later years grew in size to become almost a sanctioned unit by the PTO.
With only revenge in mind, he only wanted power and blood in order to wipe their names out of history.
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Inventory:
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Roleplay Example:
“ I still can’t fight the way the others seem to do, Minos only taught me how to fly and even that was hard for me… I wish I could explode things at distance, or at least know how to deflect the blasts from other people, every time I Fight I end up hurt because I can only do punches and kicks!”
Crouched close to the ground, Houri was lost in his thoughts while reviewing what he could do so far and how to get better at fighting, he could not avoid it, even when hunting for food he was constantly trying to fill the gaps in his education. Sometimes he hid away watching other people fight, this gave him some of his battle experience, in other occasions he had to make do with what he had and fight against animals or even people like him, scavengers. More than once, he only managed to live by either luck or by being able to outlast his foes by an inch of his life, nonetheless, his thoughts about fights and improvement were quickly scattered as a loud groan from his stomach woke him up from his trance.
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- Man! I haven’t eaten anything in days, I wish I could get some real food, I am tired of eating lizard meat and rodents, it is getting harder to find food here in the wasteland these days, I think I should move on, I can’t find anything useful anymore too, most of what I found is just junk. –
Cleaning the dirty of his tattered trousers Houri looked around his surroundings before trying to fly away, he knew that flight might denounce his position, he learned that the hard way after being ambushed. However today he was just too tired and frustrated to care about it, and as soon as he felt that the area was safe, the small kid flew away in direction of his improvised camp in the nearest mountains.
Reward Requested: PL
