Post by Takai Sendoki on Mar 30, 2023 20:22:00 GMT -5
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: Takai Sendoki
ALIASES: Tak, Kai, Successor of the Waterfall Fist
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: ANDROID [OVERDRIVE | LOCKED AND LOADED] | [STEEL SKIN]
GENERAL TRAITS: [ANTISENSE] | [QUICK LEARNER]
STARTING PLANET: Earth
HOME REGION: Aru Village
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
Two years later, police reports from East City claimed that a local toddler had been kidnapped in the night. The same information was broadcasted on late-night news in a brief intermission between headlines, and the case was dropped a modest two weeks later. The couple that was to raise the missing child had been unable to see their child again. All their child knew was his grandfather.
Takai Sendoki was proclaimed the sole successor to the [Keeper of the Waterfall Fist] style of martial arts long before he could remember it. In fact, large swathes of his childhood consisted of three grueling factors. Firstly: rigorous physical training. Then, the instilling of concepts of the martial arts by written study. Thirdly, and by far of the least importance: general studies of arithmetic, sciences, and manners. Takai only found the most consistent joys from his third bracket of study, and it stemmed from his grandfather's demeanor. It was demonic, and varied wildly. Impish in the morning, horridly hellish in the afternoon, and a modest quiet by night. Such quiet from his grandfather were largely jam-packed moments of muttering and rambling, as far as his successor could tell. Takai loathed these shifts; these mad swings of mood and thought. A haunting sense of going through the motions settled in early. Yet, the waterfalls were the worst part above all.
As it was, under tutelage of his grandfather, Takai was made to endure an assuredly life-threatening training course of three separate waterfall endurance tests. Each was seemingly constructed a short distance behind his grandfather's estate. The first test was a chilling stream of water. A horsetail waterfall: a trickling shower that would numb the senses. Next, a scalding plunge waterfall: a scathing, sturdy slap of water that only exacerbated the senses. The experience was already frazzling. The third and final test doubled back, returning to a frigid, yet differing set of falls: a ledge waterfall, almost half a mile long. It once again numbed the senses, yet with an added, tortuous factor due to returning from a blistering falls. Takai often sneezed, his eyes watering and any muscle spasms wracked his body shortly. The ledge waterfall teetered its final crash into a body of water with a thin, sharp ledge just at the water's edge. It was enough for any prodigious acrobats to traverse, perhaps. It was a deathtrap to walk underneath a raging waterfall -- upon a rocky tightrope's edge, no less. Takai was forced to endure nonetheless. Endure, spasm, fall. Endure, sneeze, teeter, fall. Endure, learn, become blinded, and fall again.
Initially, it was no more than the third waterfall that ever troubled Takai. A vertical torrent over three hundred feet high. Additionally, his grandfather, specifically, always recited the same cryptic phrases.
"Become not unlike the falls."
"Look inward into your waves."
"Balance your ebb and flow."
"Get up, swit."
Over the years, many aspects of Takai's training and indoctrination as the successor to his grandfather's martial art changed. Just as many remained the same, as well. An unsettling feeling of dread and resentment alike dwelled within the successor frequently. It urged him to leave; the sooner the better. Regardless, the waterfalls he was subjected to came and went, although the essential details were consistent: a frosty falls, succeeded by a searing wall of water, and back again. That third and final trial never shifted; ever presented as the final hurdle. Takai could never traverse the entirety of that third waterfall. Not once. A razor's edge at the cusp of a crushing sheet of water. Balance, grip strength, core strength, sheer resilience, and more were necessary to bypass that insidious path. The successor was forever uncertain of his chances, no matter how much his grandfather insisted on his past successes. The dread compelled Takai to leave. Yet, forget going against his grandfather's wishes; even escape was far and beyond out of the question. There was nowhere to go.
Having known no lesser or greater, the overarching absence of the outer world also happened to grow within his mind like a tumor. The falls soon became far from Takai's only concern. His grandfather was far more powerful than him yet, but only in bursts. Age was creeping up upon him. His instruction cascaded into complex and precise movements from a basic, still form regardless. It flowed like water from a basin into a rapids of specific designs. Lucidity came hand-in-hand with equal parts senility. The successor's chance would soon be upon him, and he knew it.
By the "ripe" age of seventeen, Takai had but only the utmost secrets of the art to be instilled with. The last of the Waterfall Fist Style secrets would require another three final years of study and practice, minimally. Unfortunately, neither the successor nor the grandfather would have enough time. Perhaps the successor's grandfather knew this. As grueling as Takai's life may have been, and despite how skilled he was forced to be; accidents happen.
Accidents indeed happen.
A final set of trials. Takai's eighteenth birthday present was yet more trials; one of a physical nature. The challenge in question: climb a mountainous cliff. Simple at first, yet the only face to clutch on to was also within a cascade waterfall. Surmount a gigantic waterfall and reach the top. Perhaps that was too much, even with the fruits of the successor's training. Alternatively: perhaps the aggressive, spartan teaching style of his grandfather had finally caught up to him. Nonetheless, long after the successor began his climb, it was a far shorter fall. A slip of his fingers, a scrape, and a short plunge into the waters and rock below. The waters of the falls swept him away handily in seconds. In theory, such a tumble would be of no issue. Martial arts training requires a strong body and mind both. Not that it mattered.
Takai awoke some time later, unaware of what transpired after his fall. His surroundings were unfamiliar, and so was a presence left lacking. A dark room, a hospital bed. An IV drip punctured his left arm. Machines of unknown purpose were settled beside him. Beeping and whirring were everywhere. A physical record was left nearby. The successor struggled to grasp it from his bedside. It slid due to his tampering, and was caught with a practiced accuracy. It displayed two patients: A Mr. Sendoki, aged eighty-three. Another Mr. Sendoki, aged nineteen. Takai and his grandfather, both interred. The successor's record was littered with statements of injury, including almost innumerable broken bones, torn muscles, and physical traumas. Had Takai been asleep, not unlike a coma, for a whole year? Recovery was assuredly lengthy.
The second record was far more harrowing; that of his grandfather. Proclaimed dead at 0327, March 28th, AGE 1022. Highlighted: "Death by natural causes". Odd sensations wreaked Takai, consisting largely of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He was dead. The old bastard was finally dead and gone! Yet, Grandfather had won. Much like a poltergeist, he had haunted Takai for much of his life. Training by day, training by night, sometimes both and whenever in between. All the posturing of the greatness of his style of martial arts and the discouragement of everything else. Forever abolishing anything beyond what he needed of his successor. The erratic behavior. Mood swings, and his obsession over his successor. It was over.
Briefly, ever so briefly, the successor wondered. Was inheriting these martial arts, techniques and all, all that was made to be worth?
Takai tore the records in twain with his bare hands. He wrested himself from his bed, freeing himself from his meager bindings of recovery and recuperation. It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. He'll find out whether it really is or not. He'll ask every single man, woman, child and whatever else in between if he had to. His inner voice whispered -- or rather still -- demanded that he "return to the falls"; it was as if he preemptively knew the final will and testament of his grandfather. A gut feeling at best, nonetheless.
Takai did not honor that request.
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: Leave me with just the Zeni (and all XP converted to PL), please.
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A
NAME: Takai Sendoki
ALIASES: Tak, Kai, Successor of the Waterfall Fist
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: ANDROID [OVERDRIVE | LOCKED AND LOADED] | [STEEL SKIN]
GENERAL TRAITS: [ANTISENSE] | [QUICK LEARNER]
STARTING PLANET: Earth
HOME REGION: Aru Village
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: Takai stands at a firm six feet tall (6' 0" or ~1.82 meters). He has no obvious scars, save for one small chip on his forehead. There are innumerable other "warrior's callouses" present throughout his body. A large birthmark also happens to be near the lower half of his abdomen, which largely overlaps with his navel. The birthmark resembles an amorphous shape not unlike one featured in a Rorschach test (definitely two bears doing a high-five).
Official art by Shinkiro (AKA Toshiaki Mori) (copyright via Tatsunoko vs. Capcom (Ultimate All-Stars))
BACKGROUND: Nineteen years ago, a youthful couple of Earthling origin were blessed with a healthy newborn boy. Their family, out of those who could celebrate the occasion, offered many congratulations and were promptly excused from the mother by accompanying nurses. Due to complications during the birthing process, both the mother and child were to remain in the hospital for further recovery. No additional issues arise from these factors, nor do the couple experience any greater turmoil henceforth. Ultimately, that mild spring night was as unremarkable as the child was.
Two years later, police reports from East City claimed that a local toddler had been kidnapped in the night. The same information was broadcasted on late-night news in a brief intermission between headlines, and the case was dropped a modest two weeks later. The couple that was to raise the missing child had been unable to see their child again. All their child knew was his grandfather.
Takai Sendoki was proclaimed the sole successor to the [Keeper of the Waterfall Fist] style of martial arts long before he could remember it. In fact, large swathes of his childhood consisted of three grueling factors. Firstly: rigorous physical training. Then, the instilling of concepts of the martial arts by written study. Thirdly, and by far of the least importance: general studies of arithmetic, sciences, and manners. Takai only found the most consistent joys from his third bracket of study, and it stemmed from his grandfather's demeanor. It was demonic, and varied wildly. Impish in the morning, horridly hellish in the afternoon, and a modest quiet by night. Such quiet from his grandfather were largely jam-packed moments of muttering and rambling, as far as his successor could tell. Takai loathed these shifts; these mad swings of mood and thought. A haunting sense of going through the motions settled in early. Yet, the waterfalls were the worst part above all.
As it was, under tutelage of his grandfather, Takai was made to endure an assuredly life-threatening training course of three separate waterfall endurance tests. Each was seemingly constructed a short distance behind his grandfather's estate. The first test was a chilling stream of water. A horsetail waterfall: a trickling shower that would numb the senses. Next, a scalding plunge waterfall: a scathing, sturdy slap of water that only exacerbated the senses. The experience was already frazzling. The third and final test doubled back, returning to a frigid, yet differing set of falls: a ledge waterfall, almost half a mile long. It once again numbed the senses, yet with an added, tortuous factor due to returning from a blistering falls. Takai often sneezed, his eyes watering and any muscle spasms wracked his body shortly. The ledge waterfall teetered its final crash into a body of water with a thin, sharp ledge just at the water's edge. It was enough for any prodigious acrobats to traverse, perhaps. It was a deathtrap to walk underneath a raging waterfall -- upon a rocky tightrope's edge, no less. Takai was forced to endure nonetheless. Endure, spasm, fall. Endure, sneeze, teeter, fall. Endure, learn, become blinded, and fall again.
Initially, it was no more than the third waterfall that ever troubled Takai. A vertical torrent over three hundred feet high. Additionally, his grandfather, specifically, always recited the same cryptic phrases.
"Become not unlike the falls."
"Look inward into your waves."
"Balance your ebb and flow."
"Get up, swit."
Over the years, many aspects of Takai's training and indoctrination as the successor to his grandfather's martial art changed. Just as many remained the same, as well. An unsettling feeling of dread and resentment alike dwelled within the successor frequently. It urged him to leave; the sooner the better. Regardless, the waterfalls he was subjected to came and went, although the essential details were consistent: a frosty falls, succeeded by a searing wall of water, and back again. That third and final trial never shifted; ever presented as the final hurdle. Takai could never traverse the entirety of that third waterfall. Not once. A razor's edge at the cusp of a crushing sheet of water. Balance, grip strength, core strength, sheer resilience, and more were necessary to bypass that insidious path. The successor was forever uncertain of his chances, no matter how much his grandfather insisted on his past successes. The dread compelled Takai to leave. Yet, forget going against his grandfather's wishes; even escape was far and beyond out of the question. There was nowhere to go.
Having known no lesser or greater, the overarching absence of the outer world also happened to grow within his mind like a tumor. The falls soon became far from Takai's only concern. His grandfather was far more powerful than him yet, but only in bursts. Age was creeping up upon him. His instruction cascaded into complex and precise movements from a basic, still form regardless. It flowed like water from a basin into a rapids of specific designs. Lucidity came hand-in-hand with equal parts senility. The successor's chance would soon be upon him, and he knew it.
By the "ripe" age of seventeen, Takai had but only the utmost secrets of the art to be instilled with. The last of the Waterfall Fist Style secrets would require another three final years of study and practice, minimally. Unfortunately, neither the successor nor the grandfather would have enough time. Perhaps the successor's grandfather knew this. As grueling as Takai's life may have been, and despite how skilled he was forced to be; accidents happen.
Accidents indeed happen.
A final set of trials. Takai's eighteenth birthday present was yet more trials; one of a physical nature. The challenge in question: climb a mountainous cliff. Simple at first, yet the only face to clutch on to was also within a cascade waterfall. Surmount a gigantic waterfall and reach the top. Perhaps that was too much, even with the fruits of the successor's training. Alternatively: perhaps the aggressive, spartan teaching style of his grandfather had finally caught up to him. Nonetheless, long after the successor began his climb, it was a far shorter fall. A slip of his fingers, a scrape, and a short plunge into the waters and rock below. The waters of the falls swept him away handily in seconds. In theory, such a tumble would be of no issue. Martial arts training requires a strong body and mind both. Not that it mattered.
Takai awoke some time later, unaware of what transpired after his fall. His surroundings were unfamiliar, and so was a presence left lacking. A dark room, a hospital bed. An IV drip punctured his left arm. Machines of unknown purpose were settled beside him. Beeping and whirring were everywhere. A physical record was left nearby. The successor struggled to grasp it from his bedside. It slid due to his tampering, and was caught with a practiced accuracy. It displayed two patients: A Mr. Sendoki, aged eighty-three. Another Mr. Sendoki, aged nineteen. Takai and his grandfather, both interred. The successor's record was littered with statements of injury, including almost innumerable broken bones, torn muscles, and physical traumas. Had Takai been asleep, not unlike a coma, for a whole year? Recovery was assuredly lengthy.
The second record was far more harrowing; that of his grandfather. Proclaimed dead at 0327, March 28th, AGE 1022. Highlighted: "Death by natural causes". Odd sensations wreaked Takai, consisting largely of disbelief and overwhelming relief. He was dead. The old bastard was finally dead and gone! Yet, Grandfather had won. Much like a poltergeist, he had haunted Takai for much of his life. Training by day, training by night, sometimes both and whenever in between. All the posturing of the greatness of his style of martial arts and the discouragement of everything else. Forever abolishing anything beyond what he needed of his successor. The erratic behavior. Mood swings, and his obsession over his successor. It was over.
Briefly, ever so briefly, the successor wondered. Was inheriting these martial arts, techniques and all, all that was made to be worth?
Takai tore the records in twain with his bare hands. He wrested himself from his bed, freeing himself from his meager bindings of recovery and recuperation. It couldn't be. It shouldn't be. He'll find out whether it really is or not. He'll ask every single man, woman, child and whatever else in between if he had to. His inner voice whispered -- or rather still -- demanded that he "return to the falls"; it was as if he preemptively knew the final will and testament of his grandfather. A gut feeling at best, nonetheless.
Takai did not honor that request.
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.
Medium Offensive Technique || Crash Fall Style: Cataract SmashADDITIONAL NOTES: I would like to request for the starting transformation to be renamed to the same as the Earthling's second transformation ("Spirit Force"). Thank you to whoever addresses this.
A heavy chopping right (or left) performed to resemble a cataract waterfall. Augmented with Ki to perform as a melee or ranged technique via shockwaves.
Power: 40%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: N/A
Light Defensive Technique || Flow Form Style: Ephemeral Falls
Takai fades away in the advent of an approaching attack. Alongside a burst of speed, it heavily resembles the Zanzōken technique.
Power: 60%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: Evasive
Medium Defensive Technique || Flow Form Style: River Curtain
Performing a wide, sweeping motion, Takai generates a linear barrier of energy. The technique shimmers downwards like water along a cliff face.
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 4 KP
Variants: Shield
Heavy Offensive SPARKING Technique || Keeper of the Waterfall Fist: Moulin Shatter Strike
A technique with a very particular set of movements. The user steps forward into the opponent's area of control with a hand raised, shoving them off-balance with their shoulder. The raised hand and back foot twist in opposite directions. Following the direction the back foot, the user twirls and utilizes their momentum to deliver a thrusting strike with both fists into the opponent's sternum, approaching again with another step if necessary.
Power: 110%
KP Cost: 6 KP
Variants: Counter | Fatigue
Utility Technique || Flow Form Style: Swimming Across the Fishes
Via a constant application of Ki beneath him, Takai becomes capable of flying through any open space. Due to stylistic policy, this variety of the Flight technique grants more "fluid" movement above the ground.
Utility Technique || Ki Sense
Takai senses can extend to others, displaying a vague form of their strength and emotions via their life energy within an immediate range. Detects life energy (Ki) only. Ineffective against the [ANTISENSE] general trait (when active).
STARTING LOADOUT: Leave me with just the Zeni (and all XP converted to PL), please.
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A