Chaznut - Tiger Zoanthrope

APPEARANCE: Chaznut stands at 6'2" feet (1.88 meters) tall and weighing 230 lbs (104 kg.). He possesses vibrant green eyes and his fur is a light shade of orange and creamy undertones, with healed scars at irregular parts hidden beneath his striped fur won through training, fighting off bandits, and one battle with a pack of Velociraptors gone awry when he was completely wasted. His attire makes him look like some sort of wandering monk; a tattered light-blue scarf/cloak and hakama that had seen better days suggests he’s not too bothered with appearing prim and proper as well.

Finishing the ensemble with a well-worn pair of brown trousers and a thick black/orange sash to keep it securely tied around his waist. He prefers to be shirtless, as he finds it too restrictive and unnecessary; it’ll get torn apart anyways with his constant bandit hunting and training.



BACKGROUND: Chaznut was born in a tribe of Feline Zoanthropes near Korin Forest in the Eastern Pastures, an only child of two loving parents that taught him everything he needed to learn to survive and prosper in their tribe, and outside of it if he ever decided to venture out of their “Sacred Lands”. He was a curious and adventurous cub, eager to learn and explore his surroundings whenever his parents were out of sight. His Father was a stern-faced man with a firm conviction, under his tutelage he flourished in how to defend himself, how to hunt, and how to survive in the wilderness all alone. His Mother had the harder job, so to speak, as while he was a prodigy in combat, he seemingly struggled a bit to learn the more mental studies and gymnastics under her wing, yet she never so much as sighed in fond exasperation when he responded a question wrong.

She had to be patient, after all, she did marry quite the lunkhead that was his Father.

Once he was nearly of age, about seventeen years old, their tribe had a special rite of theirs to welcome adulthood and thus more responsibilities to the tribe as a whole. The Proving was a tournament-style gauntlet that tested the contestants' swiftness and determination in a wild environment, with the first-place winner receiving a boon to ask anything they wanted from the Elders that lead the tribe, yet it wasn’t easy as many before have died running through this gauntlet.

He won first place, yet barely, years of training have led him to that moment to succeed, but before he could relish in his victory they were under siege by a large group of bandits coming out of the woodworks, having heard about the ruins and treasures that could be lurking inside Korin Forest and wanted it for themselves.

It was a massacre, barely a handful of them survived, and what was supposed to be an exciting moment for them turned out to be a dark page spoken in hushed whispers as the Proving Massacre for years to come. The brave teenagers that partook in the gauntlet weren’t the only casualties, as the bandits had rushed through their main village to get to them, and he learned his family and his mate were in the total toll of victims.

Chaznut was beside himself, and long before the blood and tears had dried on his mated, dirty fur he had approached the Elders, a snarl on his muzzle as he implored them to give him their blessing to enact vengeance against those that wrought carnage and despair on their tribe.

They had their reservations, yet they couldn’t ignore this request as the winner of the Proving, and so they named him a Death-Seeker; a title given for the sole purpose of killing others, yet in doing so he'd forsake his place on the tribe, an Outcast, never to return.

For two years he had traveled and hunted down these bandits, killing them all in the end yet sustaining quite an array of bruises and new scars in the process. The last bandit leader he killed made him go all the way into the Western Wilds, walking through the hot desert under the unforgiving sun, and once he was finally done he climbed the top of one of the tallest mushroom trees and roared.

His roar carried far and wide, and with it came out his anger for these bandits and what they took from him, his sorrow for what he had lost, and the pain he had to endure in those years to track them down and complete his mission.

Once he was done, he felt empty, hollow, devoid of spirit. He no longer had a purpose, and he contemplated being reunited with his family on the other side, though he was skeptical he’d receive a place with them after what he had done. He stopped short, however, one footpaw lifted in preparation to take that final step when a voice sounded from behind him. It was a hermit of some kind, a reptilian-looking Zoanthrope with a stern face that hauntingly reminded him of his Father, yet the kind eyes called the memories of his Mother forward.

He introduced himself as Stachio, a wandering martial arts hermit, having answered the call of his roar when he heard it. At first, Chaznut was taciturn, yet with gentle prodding from the turtle, he spilled his backstory, figuring out that if he was gonna end it all soon he might as well dump his backstory on this stranger, not caring what he’d do or think of him once he took it all in.

Stachio was equally aloof as he absorbed what he had to say, clearly ruminating deeply about what he had done as he looked over the horizon with a faraway look in his eyes. Figuring out the old turtle didn’t want to even look at him anymore, thinking of him as a savage, he was about to continue with what he planned to do when his voice called out once again.

“Quit, don’t quit? Live, don’t live? You’re too concerned with what was, instead of what it will be. There’s a saying: Yesterday is History. Tomorrow is a mystery. Yet today is a gift. That is why it is called the Present.” So saying, and under the flabbergasted look from Chaznut, the old and possibly loopy turtle Zoan turned around and said. “Come. There’s much you’ve yet to learn.” And without a look back he quite literally jumped off the mushroom tree himself.

With his heart in his throat, thinking that he had just seen a geriatric loony turtle commit suicide before his eyes, he peered over the edge of the tree and watched astonishingly as the reptile quite easily and gracefully used the outcropping lumps around the trunk of the tree to get back to solid ground, finishing with a flourish as he glided the thirty or so feet left without breaking a sweat.

Even from way back down, his sharp gaze caught the challenging yet affable eyes of the turtle, and with a diatribe of curses, he scaled the tree down with way less grace than Stachio did, having tripped about ten feet before reaching the ground and landed on his back with a yelp beside the turtle.

“Determined, yet clumsy,” Stachio said bluntly, earning an eye-twitch from Chaznut as he slowly got back up. “Much to learn indeed.” With those foreboding words, the tiger Zoan found himself under the tutelage of the Turtle Hermit, learning everything there was to learn about Martial Arts, and this strange energy called Ki that resided inside his body that enabled him to do many things that seemed out of this world.

It was an exhausting year later that the turtle deemed him fit, and in his own thoughts, of sound mind to let him explore and wander the world on his own. Master and Student bowed to each other, and with a parting farewell they each walked their own separate paths, but not before the old turtle gave him these parting words.

“You are the master of your destiny: No one and nothing can come in between you and your destiny except you. Take destiny by the horns and have fun.”

Under the new dawn, he vowed he’d try to live by those words as best as he could.

Light Attack || One Punch
A powerful punch, imbued with Chaznut’s wild determination.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: None

Medium Attack || Two Punch
One punch is good, but how about two? They certainly pack quite the wallop.
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 3 KP
Variants: None

Heavy Attack || Three Punch
A powerful combo of three punches, overflowing with Chaznut’s unrestrained might. When Clashing with another technique of any kind, his technique gains +10% more power upon clashing and ignores fizzling.
Power: 60%
KP Cost: 5 KP
Variants: Overflowing

Support Technique || Mastered MAX Power
Chaznut’s muscles bulk up considerably as he unleashes a portion of the well of energy inside of him, increasing all techniques by 10%. While normally it would put a strain on the user’s body, thanks to Stachio’s tutelage he had managed to bypass one of its flaws as Max Power no longer drains momentum per turn, but he can not gain momentum either.

In addition, it still prevents him from using evasive techniques, escapes, and blocking escapes. If he runs out of MP while using MAX Power, he loses its effects immediately and can not gain any MP on his next turn. He may only deactivate MAX Power at the conclusion of his turn.

Sparking Heavy Defense || Forsake All Temptations
Emptying his mind of troubling thoughts, Chaznut enters a Zen-like state as an energy shroud covers his body, protecting him from harm for 4 posts and regains 10% of its starting power each turn until it is broken. Though should his defensive technique break, he can reduce the incoming damage by 30% of its total Power if his PL is within at least 60% of the attack’s remaining PL.
Power: 110%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: Sustained+, Shield

Utility Technique || Ki Sense
Chaznut has the ability to sense the ki of others.

Utility Technique || Flight
The ability to achieve flight by using energy. Chaznut learned this skill under Stachio’s tutelage.