Post by Durian on Nov 24, 2022 8:23:44 GMT -5
The Crags. Most would avoid the hell scape at any opportunity, and they'd be smart to do so. He assumed that it wouldn't have been so bad in the past, before the toxic mist arrived, but that was well before his own time. He only knew the name of Destron thanks to a scientist whom had come passing by recently. He had heard mention of some work to try and create a cure before a fight broke out and Durian slunk away back to one of his safe crevices.
The passerby's had been how Durian eventually learnt to talk, though his speech wasn't perfect. He didn't really mind though, seeing as he never had any reason to talk. No many ventured out into the crags, and even fewer knew of the few safe spots where you could actually survive. That was the way that Durian liked it; he had little interest in the politics of the Tuffles and Saiyans.
He couldn't even rightly tell which side he would have belonged to. His short stature would indicate Tuffle from what he had seen, though his hair was more Saiyan like. Maybe he could fit into either, or maybe neither side would care for him. Whatever the case he felt it best to stick among his own kind: the wild beasts of Plant. He'd spend his days hunting and honing his wild combat techniques, just as he always had. Though, truth be told, he did sometimes wonder who had left his gear behind.
The chest piece and blaster were the strongest connection to the outside world that he had, but there was little notion of where it had come from. The insignia of a Griffin lay upon the right breast of his armor could have meant something to someone, but not to Durian. Maybe one day he'd find out where it had come from, but for now he had other plans on his mind. The Saiyans and Tuffles were mostly content to leave his home alone, and thus he had plans to claim it for himself.
Let one of the wild rule the Crags, as it should be he thought to himself. While they would seek to clean his home the young boy saw nothing that was in need of a repair; he liked the Crags just the way they were, and if need be he'd fight to protect them. It was the only home he had ever known, and he didn't want to start again. Venturing only far enough to find a small tree Durian would tear it from the ground and drag it back to the Crags, tearing bits of it away until he had fastening himself a throne.
He didn't know every word that the Tuffles and Saiyans spoke, but there was one important one that he had heard before: King. It was a word he liked, and King Durian had quite the ring to it he thought. Upon sitting on his newly built throne he would look out towards toxic clouds below and declare to any that might be listening. "My home will not be trifled with, say he King of the Crags."
PL: 1,500
Simulated Strength
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Vampiric
Items: Arm Blaster (2/2) - Battle Armor (2/2) - Destron (2/2) - Dyno (2/2)
WC: 525
TWC: 525
The passerby's had been how Durian eventually learnt to talk, though his speech wasn't perfect. He didn't really mind though, seeing as he never had any reason to talk. No many ventured out into the crags, and even fewer knew of the few safe spots where you could actually survive. That was the way that Durian liked it; he had little interest in the politics of the Tuffles and Saiyans.
He couldn't even rightly tell which side he would have belonged to. His short stature would indicate Tuffle from what he had seen, though his hair was more Saiyan like. Maybe he could fit into either, or maybe neither side would care for him. Whatever the case he felt it best to stick among his own kind: the wild beasts of Plant. He'd spend his days hunting and honing his wild combat techniques, just as he always had. Though, truth be told, he did sometimes wonder who had left his gear behind.
The chest piece and blaster were the strongest connection to the outside world that he had, but there was little notion of where it had come from. The insignia of a Griffin lay upon the right breast of his armor could have meant something to someone, but not to Durian. Maybe one day he'd find out where it had come from, but for now he had other plans on his mind. The Saiyans and Tuffles were mostly content to leave his home alone, and thus he had plans to claim it for himself.
Let one of the wild rule the Crags, as it should be he thought to himself. While they would seek to clean his home the young boy saw nothing that was in need of a repair; he liked the Crags just the way they were, and if need be he'd fight to protect them. It was the only home he had ever known, and he didn't want to start again. Venturing only far enough to find a small tree Durian would tear it from the ground and drag it back to the Crags, tearing bits of it away until he had fastening himself a throne.
He didn't know every word that the Tuffles and Saiyans spoke, but there was one important one that he had heard before: King. It was a word he liked, and King Durian had quite the ring to it he thought. Upon sitting on his newly built throne he would look out towards toxic clouds below and declare to any that might be listening. "My home will not be trifled with, say he King of the Crags."
PL: 1,500
Simulated Strength
KP: 6/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 000/250
Resources: Vampiric
Items: Arm Blaster (2/2) - Battle Armor (2/2) - Destron (2/2) - Dyno (2/2)
WC: 525
TWC: 525