Post by Axion on Jun 17, 2022 9:20:22 GMT -5
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: ?? (Real name lost to time.)
ALIASES: Axion (from Oxidation)
AGE: Around 100, has been reborn for less than a few days. About 20 mentally and physically.
GENDER: Unrecognizable now, was once a male
SPECIES: Enhanced DNA - Regeneration, Masterful Design, Absorption [OPTION]
GENERAL TRAITS: Antisense, Impossible Recovery, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
STARTING PLANET: Namek
HOME REGION: Picking later.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: Put bluntly, Axion is a suit of armour and not much else. Decaying flesh, alien cells and dark magics pulse within his lifeless corpse barely holding the meat together. It's not as gruesome as it would seem, the magic was able to recreate his appearance beneath the armour well but his skin is lifeless, drained of blood. Pale, perhaps even blueish. Not a hint of life left in him. His hair has darkened. His eyes are the only remarkable part of him anymore, though not visible beneath the fluted helm. They burn with conviction, a flame that hasn't faded even over a hundred years. His body is easily destructible on account of being basically undead, his body parts often fall off and too much force has turned parts of him back to ash. The magics imbued in him can restore these partially, as can the ancient alien technology and latent racial abilities that have been crudely worked into his being. If the armour was destroyed, Axion would become naught but a pile of purple ash that would scatter on the wind. Those with magical knowhow might be able to reanimate said ash but his spirit would need to be brought back from Otherworld to actually revive him a second time if he died as an undead.
He is almost always wearing his armour and doesn't show himself out of disgust at how he has decayed. He was renowned as beautiful and regal in his time which makes the carcass he is now even more disappointing.
BACKGROUND: "Wake up. You. Champion of the Dead. Rise and remember the hatred." Flashes. Synapses firing. Everything clicks and there are sparks. Memories, so many memories. Then they're gone in an instant, like a candle blown out. Only one thing remains. Sorrow. Rage. Regret.
There was once a planet with a race of aliens. There are many like it. This one was nothing special. The people were similar to Konatsians, they had similar values but more than anything they believed in the code behind warriors. They were inherently durable people, they used their bodies as whetstones as they trained endlessly tucked away alone. They honed their skills with weapons, they enjoyed their society. The monarchy ruled justly. Saiyans. They already had a reputation amongst the galaxy and with their world rendered inhospitable, they were moving through the galaxy like a wildfire. Drifters, not even representing the Kingdom, spread far and wide to find new homes. And of course, there was always those looking for profit and glory.
The story of the few Saiyans who found this planet is unimportant. Multiple Oozaru razed the kingdom swiftly. Political dissent, unrest, a coup. The royal family, dead without a trace. People in the streets crushed. Barely any survivors. As a new government was being reinstated, they left as they came. Job done, they had been the wind of change and got paid. Amongst the royals was a prince. He was unremarkable, like his people and his planet. His sword skills were fine and his determination was strong.
So strong that he lived. He was far from the capital when it happened. The only survivor of his family. Eventually, with no friends or connections as the old guard was replaced... he was left to rot in obscurity. With such a huge change in the planet's pecking order, it wasn't long until more horrors happened. Attempted coups sparked by the original, riots, protests. The species was adding more and more of its own bodies to the pyre. Axion didn't die as a hero or in tragedy. He died alone, forgotten. Not with his family bravely. Not as a rebel or as a hero who fought for something he believed in. He just... died one day.
His species died. The planet became barren. That's all there was to it. But then, he was given life. A demon with eyes on the human realm had used physical envoys to dig up the technology of the lost civilisation. Dark magic, long forgotten alien traits, old technology. An unholy fusion to bring back a singular pawn. Someone who would grow ever stronger. A single-minded beast that would throw itself at hardship forever until it died again or had become suitable enough for the demon to assume control of.
He has vestiges of the past lingering, fragments. He doesn't want to be a pawn. He despises that he must live on for a time that ended, he wants to let his history lie. Yet, it is not up to Axion. With a decaying body improved by magic and suspended in time, never to age or decay again... he must seek out bloodshed and grow. All is but kindling for his flame. Will he be extinguished simply? Will his flame engulf all and destroy, the opposite of what his bloodline strove for? Or... perhaps... is there hope in these embers? Can a pawn overcome fate, even when its very existence relies on another being?
Axion is unsure. But he has a second chance. He is not just his own pathetic species, but something stronger. Something darker. Something... worse. An abomination. To call him a bio-android would be an insult to bio-androids. But no other specification fits the strange make-up of his body after being revived. No longer just a mediocre swordsman, he can wield Ki. His spirit, reformed through demonic magic. Avenues not once thought possible open. He must test them thoroughly and learn if the fragments of his past as a prince with honour or his newfound 'programming' as an instrument of demonic destruction are superior in hopes of understanding who he is now.
Meanwhile, somewhere, a demon plots. Not overtly, nothing grand. But the ability to control a reanimated monster who can absorb the ashes of others and grow stronger is worrying. Not even Axion knows his makers plan, he just knows that at any moment, he can assume full control of the undead body. Axion is merely a passenger.
The people sent to the planet to search for the technology give Axion a ride, hoping to take him to Plant to fully unleash his rage around the strongest of them all, Saiyans. They are attacked by routine patrols for lack of registration and transporting unidentified cargo along the way to Plant and take a detour. Forced to flee in a breaking down ship, they narrowly escape. In the emergency landing on the nearest planet after fleeing from near Plant, all die but Axion. He finds himself on Namek of all places. A place of peace and spirituality, both fitting and an ill omen for the start of his second life.
COMBAT INFORMATION
TECHNIQUES: You start with Three Standard Technique Slots and One Sparking Slot that you can use any way you like. Some species start out with additional slots, or access to certain slot-based abilities for free. You also start with two additional Utility Technique Slots.
STARTING LOADOUT: 8,000 XP to PL and 2,000 Zeni
NAME: ?? (Real name lost to time.)
ALIASES: Axion (from Oxidation)
AGE: Around 100, has been reborn for less than a few days. About 20 mentally and physically.
GENDER: Unrecognizable now, was once a male
SPECIES: Enhanced DNA - Regeneration, Masterful Design, Absorption [OPTION]
GENERAL TRAITS: Antisense, Impossible Recovery, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
STARTING PLANET: Namek
HOME REGION: Picking later.
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: Put bluntly, Axion is a suit of armour and not much else. Decaying flesh, alien cells and dark magics pulse within his lifeless corpse barely holding the meat together. It's not as gruesome as it would seem, the magic was able to recreate his appearance beneath the armour well but his skin is lifeless, drained of blood. Pale, perhaps even blueish. Not a hint of life left in him. His hair has darkened. His eyes are the only remarkable part of him anymore, though not visible beneath the fluted helm. They burn with conviction, a flame that hasn't faded even over a hundred years. His body is easily destructible on account of being basically undead, his body parts often fall off and too much force has turned parts of him back to ash. The magics imbued in him can restore these partially, as can the ancient alien technology and latent racial abilities that have been crudely worked into his being. If the armour was destroyed, Axion would become naught but a pile of purple ash that would scatter on the wind. Those with magical knowhow might be able to reanimate said ash but his spirit would need to be brought back from Otherworld to actually revive him a second time if he died as an undead.
He is almost always wearing his armour and doesn't show himself out of disgust at how he has decayed. He was renowned as beautiful and regal in his time which makes the carcass he is now even more disappointing.
{Spoiler}After Death
Before Death
Chosen Undead from Dark Souls official art. Prince of Lanling from Fate/Grand Order official art.
Before Death
Chosen Undead from Dark Souls official art. Prince of Lanling from Fate/Grand Order official art.
BACKGROUND: "Wake up. You. Champion of the Dead. Rise and remember the hatred." Flashes. Synapses firing. Everything clicks and there are sparks. Memories, so many memories. Then they're gone in an instant, like a candle blown out. Only one thing remains. Sorrow. Rage. Regret.
There was once a planet with a race of aliens. There are many like it. This one was nothing special. The people were similar to Konatsians, they had similar values but more than anything they believed in the code behind warriors. They were inherently durable people, they used their bodies as whetstones as they trained endlessly tucked away alone. They honed their skills with weapons, they enjoyed their society. The monarchy ruled justly. Saiyans. They already had a reputation amongst the galaxy and with their world rendered inhospitable, they were moving through the galaxy like a wildfire. Drifters, not even representing the Kingdom, spread far and wide to find new homes. And of course, there was always those looking for profit and glory.
The story of the few Saiyans who found this planet is unimportant. Multiple Oozaru razed the kingdom swiftly. Political dissent, unrest, a coup. The royal family, dead without a trace. People in the streets crushed. Barely any survivors. As a new government was being reinstated, they left as they came. Job done, they had been the wind of change and got paid. Amongst the royals was a prince. He was unremarkable, like his people and his planet. His sword skills were fine and his determination was strong.
So strong that he lived. He was far from the capital when it happened. The only survivor of his family. Eventually, with no friends or connections as the old guard was replaced... he was left to rot in obscurity. With such a huge change in the planet's pecking order, it wasn't long until more horrors happened. Attempted coups sparked by the original, riots, protests. The species was adding more and more of its own bodies to the pyre. Axion didn't die as a hero or in tragedy. He died alone, forgotten. Not with his family bravely. Not as a rebel or as a hero who fought for something he believed in. He just... died one day.
His species died. The planet became barren. That's all there was to it. But then, he was given life. A demon with eyes on the human realm had used physical envoys to dig up the technology of the lost civilisation. Dark magic, long forgotten alien traits, old technology. An unholy fusion to bring back a singular pawn. Someone who would grow ever stronger. A single-minded beast that would throw itself at hardship forever until it died again or had become suitable enough for the demon to assume control of.
He has vestiges of the past lingering, fragments. He doesn't want to be a pawn. He despises that he must live on for a time that ended, he wants to let his history lie. Yet, it is not up to Axion. With a decaying body improved by magic and suspended in time, never to age or decay again... he must seek out bloodshed and grow. All is but kindling for his flame. Will he be extinguished simply? Will his flame engulf all and destroy, the opposite of what his bloodline strove for? Or... perhaps... is there hope in these embers? Can a pawn overcome fate, even when its very existence relies on another being?
Axion is unsure. But he has a second chance. He is not just his own pathetic species, but something stronger. Something darker. Something... worse. An abomination. To call him a bio-android would be an insult to bio-androids. But no other specification fits the strange make-up of his body after being revived. No longer just a mediocre swordsman, he can wield Ki. His spirit, reformed through demonic magic. Avenues not once thought possible open. He must test them thoroughly and learn if the fragments of his past as a prince with honour or his newfound 'programming' as an instrument of demonic destruction are superior in hopes of understanding who he is now.
Meanwhile, somewhere, a demon plots. Not overtly, nothing grand. But the ability to control a reanimated monster who can absorb the ashes of others and grow stronger is worrying. Not even Axion knows his makers plan, he just knows that at any moment, he can assume full control of the undead body. Axion is merely a passenger.
The people sent to the planet to search for the technology give Axion a ride, hoping to take him to Plant to fully unleash his rage around the strongest of them all, Saiyans. They are attacked by routine patrols for lack of registration and transporting unidentified cargo along the way to Plant and take a detour. Forced to flee in a breaking down ship, they narrowly escape. In the emergency landing on the nearest planet after fleeing from near Plant, all die but Axion. He finds himself on Namek of all places. A place of peace and spirituality, both fitting and an ill omen for the start of his second life.
COMBAT INFORMATION
TECHNIQUES: You start with Three Standard Technique Slots and One Sparking Slot that you can use any way you like. Some species start out with additional slots, or access to certain slot-based abilities for free. You also start with two additional Utility Technique Slots.
Light Offensive || Resonant RuneADDITIONAL NOTES: Larva (x3) renamed to Rebirth
Draws sigils of power onto his armour or weapons. Allows him to imbue them with an element or just grant them extra strength. A fire/lightning infused slash with his blade as a projectile or a particularly fierce punch with his gauntlets.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Light Defensive || Withstand
The distant sound of castle walls crumbling. People screaming. Children crying. A barrier of Ki shaped like a kite shield. Bears the mark of the royal family, a lion. (Cliche, much?!)
Power: 40%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants:
Medium Defensive || Respite & Revenge
Similar to Withstand, but the shield is covered in vines and is made of red Ki. Foul energy radiates from it. Should it not be destroyed, the vines spit a shower of thorns at an attacker.
Power: 30%
KP Cost: 3 KP
Variants: Reflective
HEAVY SPARKING DEFENSIVE || The Last Bastion
Wields a banner made of Ki, planting it into the ground before him. He rallies behind it, gaining a pulsating barrier that refuses to let him fall unless to the mightiest of strikes. The banner imbues his other defensive techniques with greater power for 3 rotations.
Power: 60%
KP Cost: 4KP
Variants: Shield+, Heavy Metal
Utility Technique || Undead
Being undead has perks and disadvantages. His muscles and bones can easily cease to exist allowing him an absurd amount of flexibility though his armour is counter to this. He can tear off and throw his limbs at opponents since it's easy to reanimate them. This doesn't mean he can bring back a destroyed one, if the armour is targeted and destroyed, the ability to use the corresponding body part will be lost. [Flavour for combat actions, no mechanical bearing.]
Utility Technique || Ashes of Life
The physical form he has is fleeting. The only thing truly binding him to the world is his armour. That means he can easily disintegrate and reform parts of himself into new things. Hand into a lasso, shoulder into a spike, so and so forth. Larger things require more concentration and time. [Reflavored Magical Materalisation]
STARTING LOADOUT: 8,000 XP to PL and 2,000 Zeni