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Post by nanab on Aug 31, 2022 16:33:38 GMT -5
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: Nanab
ALIASES: The Thunder Warrior, Blade-Dancer
AGE: 25
GENDER: Masculine-presenting
SPECIES: Saiyan - Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Zenkai.
GENERAL TRAITS: Restrained Might, Impossible Recovery
STARTING PLANET: Plant
HOME REGION: None Yet
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: Like most Saiyans, Nanab has dark, almost black, spiky hair and dark eyes, along with a long, brown tail. His particular spiky hair is short and looks a lot like a wind-swept bush or a series of hedgehog quills that have gotten too long. He also has a beard that runs along his chin, the same color as his hair, with an attached mustache. Nanab keeps the whole thing close-trimmed, never letting the thick, dark hair get long enough for someone to grab onto it. He also has a pair of rather thick, bushy eyebrows that look a bit like caterpillars pasted over his eyes.
On his body, he wears a blue, loose-fitting tunic and a pair of gray tights that cling to his legs. The tunic is kept under control by his tail, which acts as a belt, and a pair of brown leather bracers that keep the material from flopping around. Both of the bracers are studded with bits of metal. He usually covers this whole ensemble with a hooded, gray cloak... The cloak also helps to cover the harness that holds his scabbard, which itself contains his dual-edged long-sword.
BACKGROUND: Nanab smiled as the door closed, enclosing him in the strange, metal egg that had carried his mother to Malay. For ten long years, he had looked for them, sought any sign of other Sky-People. Even as he battled the wicked Shepherd King, Moebius, who came from beyond the stars to destroy all the peoples of the Known World... Nanab had looked. Even as a part of the Fearsome Five; alongside Kaben, Zaba, Fe'i, and Karat, Nanab had looked. He had consulted with the Maiden, Mother, and Crone, the Three Guardians who dwelled atop Mount Musa, and heard the whole of their terrible prophecy for him should he continue on his path. He had ridden Wumpa-Wheelers and Gallumphs, befriended the Grox of the deserts, spoke with trees alongside the Sproggles, fought back the undead and giants and monsters from the deepest nightmares of old gods. He'd journeyed to the depths of the sea, where Tentalii reigned and sang their songs and spoke a language of color and light as they danced around Nautiluus. He'd even flown Fe'i's balloon up to the floating cities of the Baldoon with their many arms and eyes that saw even the smallest details below as they floated and debated the meaning of all things. And in the end, the place Nanab had been seeking was always known to his adoptive father, who had revealed it only a year ago when Nanab returned home to stand beside Acumin on his death bed...
Far to the West, across the sea, a land once inhabited... now overgrown by a toxic jungle and crawling with little green men that spat acid and grew from beans. There, the Fearsome Five had found the city. Stone overgrown with vines... eggs made of metal... and the skeletons of strange creatures with tails that looked a lot like Nanab. The dead were buried, and Fe'i studied the eggs with all of his cleverness, figuring out their purpose and how to repair them. He'd even accessed a strange archive that held no books, but many images of creatures that looked like Nanab, saluting and posing and wearing armor that looked like the carapaces of giant bugs.
Nanab waved to his friends, smiling... he'd already hugged them all tight and said his goodbyes and bid them to tell their many friends and allies of his leaving. He would miss them, in a way that would ache until the end of his days. But he had to leave... and so he did, allowing the egg to rise faster and faster and faster into the air... the courtyard and his friends shrank to the size of ants. Then they were lost in the greater blob of the old city. Then the city was lost in the countryside. The countryside became a patch on a continent. The continent just a piece of a little marble...
"Father? Why am I like this?"
"Like what, my son?"
"THIS! Why am I so ugly?"
"You are not ugly, Nanab. You are-"
"Then why is my face so flat? Why is my tail so thin, and why do I get weak when it is grabbed? Why must I be locked away every full moon? Why can't I focus on our lessons? Why am I so quick to anger... and slow to calm?"
"I..."
"Why don't I look like you?"
Nanab recalled the way that his father had looked at him. For several long minutes, just staring... Before he cleared his throat and spoke...
"You... are not of my blood. You are... a... "Sky Person". Your... your mother died in battle, and I found you alone. So I took you here, to our sacred School of Storms..."
"...But I look nothing like the Baldoon Blade Dancers."
"No, no... you are not from that part of the sky... You come from beyond it. From the stars."
"Oh... What are Sky People like?"
"Well... they all have pricker-brick hair, like yours. And they all have tails. They all have furless faces, and... they are all... brave warriors, heroes!"
"Heroes? All of them?"
"Yes! Every one of them is a warrior, and a brave one, too. That is why I brought you here, so you could learn to be like them."
"Then I will! When I grow up, I shall be just like the Sky People! ...Tell me more of them!"
Nanab had always wondered if that strange look in his father's eyes, the way he winced, had been because of low expectations. But Nanab had exceeded all of them. Even though the training of his mind came harder to him than the training of his body and ki, Nanab had learned. He had studied the magic, the theory, the philosophy, the laws of nature and mortal folk, and the words of the gods and Guardians. He had studied and studied until he reached the seventh level of the Storm School. He had always done his duty, protecting the weak and downtrodden from the wicked, using his blade to protect instead of harm, and acting as a judge of the law for all that followed it. Nanab had become everything he was told the Sky People were.
As the pod's strange mechanisms put him to sleep for the long journey to the world marked as his people's home, Nanab smiled again. Yes. Finally, he was going home...
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: All XP as PL, please. 1,000 Zeni, the other 1,000 is to be spent on an Attack Pod.
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A
NAME: Nanab
ALIASES: The Thunder Warrior, Blade-Dancer
AGE: 25
GENDER: Masculine-presenting
SPECIES: Saiyan - Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Zenkai.
GENERAL TRAITS: Restrained Might, Impossible Recovery
STARTING PLANET: Plant
HOME REGION: None Yet
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: Like most Saiyans, Nanab has dark, almost black, spiky hair and dark eyes, along with a long, brown tail. His particular spiky hair is short and looks a lot like a wind-swept bush or a series of hedgehog quills that have gotten too long. He also has a beard that runs along his chin, the same color as his hair, with an attached mustache. Nanab keeps the whole thing close-trimmed, never letting the thick, dark hair get long enough for someone to grab onto it. He also has a pair of rather thick, bushy eyebrows that look a bit like caterpillars pasted over his eyes.
On his body, he wears a blue, loose-fitting tunic and a pair of gray tights that cling to his legs. The tunic is kept under control by his tail, which acts as a belt, and a pair of brown leather bracers that keep the material from flopping around. Both of the bracers are studded with bits of metal. He usually covers this whole ensemble with a hooded, gray cloak... The cloak also helps to cover the harness that holds his scabbard, which itself contains his dual-edged long-sword.
BACKGROUND: Nanab smiled as the door closed, enclosing him in the strange, metal egg that had carried his mother to Malay. For ten long years, he had looked for them, sought any sign of other Sky-People. Even as he battled the wicked Shepherd King, Moebius, who came from beyond the stars to destroy all the peoples of the Known World... Nanab had looked. Even as a part of the Fearsome Five; alongside Kaben, Zaba, Fe'i, and Karat, Nanab had looked. He had consulted with the Maiden, Mother, and Crone, the Three Guardians who dwelled atop Mount Musa, and heard the whole of their terrible prophecy for him should he continue on his path. He had ridden Wumpa-Wheelers and Gallumphs, befriended the Grox of the deserts, spoke with trees alongside the Sproggles, fought back the undead and giants and monsters from the deepest nightmares of old gods. He'd journeyed to the depths of the sea, where Tentalii reigned and sang their songs and spoke a language of color and light as they danced around Nautiluus. He'd even flown Fe'i's balloon up to the floating cities of the Baldoon with their many arms and eyes that saw even the smallest details below as they floated and debated the meaning of all things. And in the end, the place Nanab had been seeking was always known to his adoptive father, who had revealed it only a year ago when Nanab returned home to stand beside Acumin on his death bed...
Far to the West, across the sea, a land once inhabited... now overgrown by a toxic jungle and crawling with little green men that spat acid and grew from beans. There, the Fearsome Five had found the city. Stone overgrown with vines... eggs made of metal... and the skeletons of strange creatures with tails that looked a lot like Nanab. The dead were buried, and Fe'i studied the eggs with all of his cleverness, figuring out their purpose and how to repair them. He'd even accessed a strange archive that held no books, but many images of creatures that looked like Nanab, saluting and posing and wearing armor that looked like the carapaces of giant bugs.
Nanab waved to his friends, smiling... he'd already hugged them all tight and said his goodbyes and bid them to tell their many friends and allies of his leaving. He would miss them, in a way that would ache until the end of his days. But he had to leave... and so he did, allowing the egg to rise faster and faster and faster into the air... the courtyard and his friends shrank to the size of ants. Then they were lost in the greater blob of the old city. Then the city was lost in the countryside. The countryside became a patch on a continent. The continent just a piece of a little marble...
"Father? Why am I like this?"
"Like what, my son?"
"THIS! Why am I so ugly?"
"You are not ugly, Nanab. You are-"
"Then why is my face so flat? Why is my tail so thin, and why do I get weak when it is grabbed? Why must I be locked away every full moon? Why can't I focus on our lessons? Why am I so quick to anger... and slow to calm?"
"I..."
"Why don't I look like you?"
Nanab recalled the way that his father had looked at him. For several long minutes, just staring... Before he cleared his throat and spoke...
"You... are not of my blood. You are... a... "Sky Person". Your... your mother died in battle, and I found you alone. So I took you here, to our sacred School of Storms..."
"...But I look nothing like the Baldoon Blade Dancers."
"No, no... you are not from that part of the sky... You come from beyond it. From the stars."
"Oh... What are Sky People like?"
"Well... they all have pricker-brick hair, like yours. And they all have tails. They all have furless faces, and... they are all... brave warriors, heroes!"
"Heroes? All of them?"
"Yes! Every one of them is a warrior, and a brave one, too. That is why I brought you here, so you could learn to be like them."
"Then I will! When I grow up, I shall be just like the Sky People! ...Tell me more of them!"
Nanab had always wondered if that strange look in his father's eyes, the way he winced, had been because of low expectations. But Nanab had exceeded all of them. Even though the training of his mind came harder to him than the training of his body and ki, Nanab had learned. He had studied the magic, the theory, the philosophy, the laws of nature and mortal folk, and the words of the gods and Guardians. He had studied and studied until he reached the seventh level of the Storm School. He had always done his duty, protecting the weak and downtrodden from the wicked, using his blade to protect instead of harm, and acting as a judge of the law for all that followed it. Nanab had become everything he was told the Sky People were.
As the pod's strange mechanisms put him to sleep for the long journey to the world marked as his people's home, Nanab smiled again. Yes. Finally, he was going home...
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 || FundamentalsADDITIONAL NOTES: First transformation can be Oozaru.
Nanab unleashes a series of quick slashes and jabs with steel or ki-blade to probe at his opponent's defenses.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1KP
Variants: 1x Power Upgrade, 1x KP Cost Reduction
Light Defensive || Duck and Weave
Using his training and senses, Nanab ducks and dodges out of the way of an oncoming attack, before getting back into a fighting stance. Sometimes he moves so fast that he merely appears to "flicker" in place.
Power: 60%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: Evasive, 1x Power Upgrade
Medium Offensive || Thunder Struck/Thunder Clapper
Nanab moves quick, slicing his sword at or near an opponent with such speed and ferocity that he breaks the sound-barrier. With a quick infusion of ki, this sonic boom can become something like a strike of lightning and a thunder-clap, usually unleashed right next to someone's face. It can be quite disorienting. When unarmed, or in his Oozaru form, Nanab creates this effect by clapping his hands very quickly.
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 4 KP
Variants: Exhausting, 2x Power Upgrade
Offensive Heavy Sparking || Thunderous Smite
Nanab invests all of his magic and ki into his blade, or his hand, and swings it at his foe. On contact with a solid object, such as a person's body or a rock, a chain of events occur in a mere instant that result in a wave of destructive force flowing from Nanab's blade and towards the nearest soft and squishy objects, such as a person's body. The chain of events is... the sword wobbling and ringing from contact with something hard. Then that wobbling and ringing being amplified by a magic spell. Then that magic spell being amplified by an infusion of ki, until the sword is the center of a vortex of thunder and sound that covers a battlefield like a raging typhoon.
Power: 100%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: 5x Power Upgrade, Quake+, Homing
Utility Technique || Seventh-Level Blade Dancer, School of Storms
Nanab spent all of his formative years sequestered in a half-monastery, half-fortress that housed the "Storm School" of Blade Dancers on his adopted homeworld. While there, he learned multiple "forms" of "Blade Dancing", as well as a code of chivalry and honor, some magic, and how to unlock his body's spiritual energy.
Utility Technique || Blutz-Wave Tattoos
Nanab has a series of tattoos covering his body, shaped and colored to look like the moons of his homeworld. When he speaks aloud the magic rhyme taught to him by the mage that bound away his Oozaru form, the tattoos will start to produce the same light as a series of full moons, allowing Nanab to unleash his full might! Unfortunately, the Blutz waves produced by the tattoos do not just affect Nanab, and any Saiyans that look at his body might find themselves transforming, too... The tattoos also prevent Nanab from transforming into an Oozaru otherwise, even when he is bathed in the light of a natural full moon.
STARTING LOADOUT: All XP as PL, please. 1,000 Zeni, the other 1,000 is to be spent on an Attack Pod.
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A
