Faustus

Durability: Once per thread, after all other damage reductions, reduce an incoming attack's power by an additional 40%.

Perpetual Regeneration: Your total HP threshold is increased by +50%. Critical Damage will still defeat you at its normal rate.

Steaming Mad: You can gain a maximum of 3 MP per post instead of 2. You still have to meet the prerequisites for doing so.

Quick Learner: You gain technique slots every 8,000 PL instead of every 10,000 PL.

Impossible Recovery: If you are defeated by taking Critical Damage in an Action Thread, you can choose to be dealt a Wound and continue the fight with whatever HP you have remaining. If defeated again, you will be dealt an additional Wound. In a non-AT thread, this allows you to resist Critical Damage once, and you do not sustain a wound.

Starting Planet: Vegeta/Plant

Home Region: Saiba Wastelands

Description/Appearance:
Faustus stands rather short, similar to his former Tuffle Master, at around 150cm in total. His skin is light purple, or even magenta, with a long, slicked back antenna, which he typically pulls in during intense moments. Though rather skinny in appearance, his body is still quite muscular, at least in his "normal form." Being a Majin he may choose to manipulate his body into many different shapes or sizes. In terms of clothing he prefers his doctor's coat, but he knows to keep a battle gi underneath just in case.

Faustus is a confused creature, alternating through periods of intellect and maturity to a child like state of mind. Though it's goal is to advance the pursuit of science and engineering, often not afraid to take extreme measures to do so it can also lose focus of such due to bouts of immaturity. Faustus is very interested in studying and documenting fighters, their biological make up and the psychological study of what drives them.

History:
Faustus began as a Tuffle scientist, but with that encompassing such a large field he found it difficult to stand out. The small innovations and less than impressive mechanical inventions never impressed his peers (nor should they have) and so he found himself needing to go further and further down the rabbit hole in order to create a proper legacy. As he was nearing the end of his life he found another problem he needed to find a solution to: how to extend his life. He believed he found the solution to both of these issues when he discovered the legend of the Majin kind.

Faustus had a small understanding of these people, but he believed he could use their kind to promote himself to a league above his peers and gain a pseudo-immortality all at the same time. What he knew was that most if not all Maijans had the ability so absorb biological entities, and that when they did they took on the traits and personality of whatever they had absorbed. Plenty of his colleagues had transformed their bodies into mechanical creations with they used to extend their life, but what about recreating yourself in biological form?

Faustus quickly got to work diving into the unknown world of magic, purchasing whatever literature he could find as well as tonics and herbs from less than reputable sources who promised mystical properties. Once he believed his preparations were complete he took his resources, his assistant droid MK-SB IV and departed for a ruined city in the heartland of Plant where neither Saiyans or Tuffles would disturb his work. Was he going mad? Would this ingenious plan really work? Only time would tell.

When he arrived he found a small abandoned house which seemed suitable for his needs, and then got to work. He and his droid spent the night chanting dead languages and throwing unrecognizable herbs and spices into a pot which contained a solution which would have stunk for three blocks up. Deep into the night Faustus began to doubt whether or not his plan was going to work. He started imagining the ridicule the next time he saw his friends when he yet again had nothing to show for the years of hard work.

But as his resolve was waning the mixture inside the cauldron began to violently shake. The chanting resumed and the tonics were sprinkled and mixed until finally from within a purple blob sluncked out out. Faustus tried poking the little pile of goo, hoping to get a reaction from it. Nothing happened. This time is tried stomping on it, to which it reacted by jumping into cover. Not the best start, but it was alive, right? Faustus tried a gentle approach, beckoning for it to come out of cover and greet it's master.

And so it did. The little blob slivered out and finally began to take form. Specially, it mimicked the form of a young Tuffle child from a picture on the wall. Faustus's dream was finally beginning to take shape, but he had no time to waste. "Eat me!" The Majin looked at him confused, unsure of what 'eat" meant. "Well go on! I don't have all day." The Majin just laughed and ran off to explore the house. Faustus tried to run after his creation but broke his hip in the process, falling to the ground out of pain and embarrassment.

"Damn it all. MK-SB, get over here. I need you to project an absorption. Show this little idiot what I want." The droid flew over to the android, and did as it's master commanded. It projected onto the wall a Majin absorbing a Tuffle, just as Faustus wanted. The Majin still seemed a little confused, but was starting to get the idea. "Come on now!" The Majin approached Faustus, but hesitated a bit. "We can't have any room for sentimentality here. With your body, and my mind we're be the envy of my peers for decades to come, now do it!"

Finally, the Majin got the idea. It leaped onto Faustus and slowly consumed the old man, who finally got what he wanted. Or almost. The merging took place and as Faustus predicted the Majin began to take on bits and pieces of him, but not completely. The Majin still maintained it's own personality, but now had picked up the traits of being a pompous pretentious ass in the process. At the very least he did inherit a vast wealth of intellect and knowledge as well, but it's mind was now a meld of very old and very young, creating somewhat of a split.