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Post by Cello on Mar 20, 2021 11:13:34 GMT -5
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: Cello
ALIASES: Hammerfist; Hexmaul; The Shadow
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Namekian | Regeneration, Mazoku Clan, Battle Wisdom
GENERAL TRAITS: Vampiric, Impossible Recovery
STARTING PLANET: Namek
HOME REGION: Northern Scar - Outer Plait
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE:
BACKGROUND:
A Son of Namek born to the world with no semblance of familial bond or memory. A blank slate - a Mazoku. Cello was born, alone, within the harsh wastelands of the Northern Scar - like many Mazoku before him. Unlike the Warrior and Dragon Clans, the Mazoku were known to sometimes to have an egg appear in the wastes with no one there to care for it. It either hatched, or it was eaten by a predator or Mutated Namekian trying to survive. That was the youths first lesson upon birth. Survival of the fittest. As a Mazoku born, Cello was no stranger to the harsh nature of the world around him - the very land he inhabited regularly tried to kill you throughout the day, and that was a normal cycle. Yet he had, for a time, held out hope that he could find a place to belong within the blessed lands. The fruitful, lush and green environment he was forced to stare at from a distance. In time, as he gained strength, survived, grew stronger, he would one day venture from the wastes in the hopes of finding a home.
It was this dream, of course, that would prove to be a sad but constant reminder to him of his place on this world. He had - as he had dreamed, finally made his way out of the wastes of the Scar and into the green fields of Namek proper on his fifth hatch day. A youthful expression upon his wistful face. As he ventured across the plains, keeping to himself, he would be noted upon by a few of the resident farmers of the area nearest to the Scar. It was by chance he came across their village - but it was not warmth and brotherhood he was met with, as he witnessed from a distance. No... As the young Namekian approached the village, a tired and hungry child, he was reproached and chased by the villagers, all the way back to the wastes - not even allowing his tired form to stop for a drink from the clean and present waters around them. This, would prove to be one of the most prevalent memories that would stand out to him his entire life - another lesson...that you are always alone. No one cares for you but yourself.
Never again venturing from the 'Scar', Cello would struggle within the wastes of the Outer Plait for years. With no one to watch out for him, he was constantly under assault from the roaming bands of mazoku bandits, malevolent malformations of the indigenous fauna and flora, Mutated Namekians and much more. It was a difficult and tiring life, and one that pushed him to the brink of death on more than one occasion. He knew that no matter how hard he tried and struggled, he would either die in the desert of the thirst, die by the hands of these many obstacles, or keep pushing himself until the very end. The later option was not the most appetizing - yet there was hope. In passing, through areas of peace and quiet moments where he went unseen - listening to those that passed; Cello had heard tell of the Ancient Warlocks - the Mazoku Caste members whom were the oldest of the banished, whom wielded ancient magics and used powers that made them a threat to any in the wastes. the youth resolved that if he could end the life of one of these supposed 'sages', that he could gain a notoriety so vast that the roaming bandits would never dare come near him...a murder, for protection.
It was dark; the Storm clouds above were sparking with energy arcane and unknown - as they always had. The Tainted land near the desolate Scar had always seemed to be covered in a mist or shade of shadow. It was in this intensified darkness, that the youth had made his move. He'd caught the trail of one of the supposed 'Wizards' and had followed him all the way to this strange plateau imbedded hovel. The darkness drew on - which was curious for the planet of three suns - but the child was patient. His life depended on this success...and so he would wait, and wait until finally the time arose. He would leap from the shadows at the supposed defenseless Warlock and attempt to end his existence. This was the moment his life would change forever. The Warlock was fast. Faster than he'd anticipated - faster than the most wild beast. His strength? One couldn't explain how it happened but one moment the boy was on the ground, then in the air, then into the ground itself...unconciousness befell him and when he awoke, his wounds had been tended and the Warlock stood by him. Impresed.
Mandolin, Great Sage of the Shadow, took the child in and began to pass on the teachings of the Shadow Warrior Clan to the youth. Acting as a surrogate father, he taught the Mazoku history and legends to the youth whom had come from nothing, pouring his lessons into him and his desires. Many a conversation was made about the Planet, its people andd the misguided path of disregard the 'holy' clans had passed onto the Namekians of the Mazoku. That in Unity there is strength, but there is great strength in darkness and pain as well. For 12 years - this was Cellos life. Learning martial arts, magics and the way of the Shadow. He became enamored with the Ancient Namekian warriors known as "Shadow Warriors", Claw wielding warriors who fought with Energy and Physicality as one. It is here, on the Eve of his final bout of training, that we begin our story. Where Cello's journey starts...
Will he grow to be a Shield to Namek, like many before him? Or will the Dark Teachings of the Mazoku stir something more sinister into the shadows? The Story of this Warrior Namekian; Begins now...
NAME: Cello
ALIASES: Hammerfist; Hexmaul; The Shadow
AGE: 22
GENDER: Male
SPECIES: Namekian | Regeneration, Mazoku Clan, Battle Wisdom
GENERAL TRAITS: Vampiric, Impossible Recovery
STARTING PLANET: Namek
HOME REGION: Northern Scar - Outer Plait
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE:
BACKGROUND:
A Son of Namek born to the world with no semblance of familial bond or memory. A blank slate - a Mazoku. Cello was born, alone, within the harsh wastelands of the Northern Scar - like many Mazoku before him. Unlike the Warrior and Dragon Clans, the Mazoku were known to sometimes to have an egg appear in the wastes with no one there to care for it. It either hatched, or it was eaten by a predator or Mutated Namekian trying to survive. That was the youths first lesson upon birth. Survival of the fittest. As a Mazoku born, Cello was no stranger to the harsh nature of the world around him - the very land he inhabited regularly tried to kill you throughout the day, and that was a normal cycle. Yet he had, for a time, held out hope that he could find a place to belong within the blessed lands. The fruitful, lush and green environment he was forced to stare at from a distance. In time, as he gained strength, survived, grew stronger, he would one day venture from the wastes in the hopes of finding a home.
It was this dream, of course, that would prove to be a sad but constant reminder to him of his place on this world. He had - as he had dreamed, finally made his way out of the wastes of the Scar and into the green fields of Namek proper on his fifth hatch day. A youthful expression upon his wistful face. As he ventured across the plains, keeping to himself, he would be noted upon by a few of the resident farmers of the area nearest to the Scar. It was by chance he came across their village - but it was not warmth and brotherhood he was met with, as he witnessed from a distance. No... As the young Namekian approached the village, a tired and hungry child, he was reproached and chased by the villagers, all the way back to the wastes - not even allowing his tired form to stop for a drink from the clean and present waters around them. This, would prove to be one of the most prevalent memories that would stand out to him his entire life - another lesson...that you are always alone. No one cares for you but yourself.
Never again venturing from the 'Scar', Cello would struggle within the wastes of the Outer Plait for years. With no one to watch out for him, he was constantly under assault from the roaming bands of mazoku bandits, malevolent malformations of the indigenous fauna and flora, Mutated Namekians and much more. It was a difficult and tiring life, and one that pushed him to the brink of death on more than one occasion. He knew that no matter how hard he tried and struggled, he would either die in the desert of the thirst, die by the hands of these many obstacles, or keep pushing himself until the very end. The later option was not the most appetizing - yet there was hope. In passing, through areas of peace and quiet moments where he went unseen - listening to those that passed; Cello had heard tell of the Ancient Warlocks - the Mazoku Caste members whom were the oldest of the banished, whom wielded ancient magics and used powers that made them a threat to any in the wastes. the youth resolved that if he could end the life of one of these supposed 'sages', that he could gain a notoriety so vast that the roaming bandits would never dare come near him...a murder, for protection.
It was dark; the Storm clouds above were sparking with energy arcane and unknown - as they always had. The Tainted land near the desolate Scar had always seemed to be covered in a mist or shade of shadow. It was in this intensified darkness, that the youth had made his move. He'd caught the trail of one of the supposed 'Wizards' and had followed him all the way to this strange plateau imbedded hovel. The darkness drew on - which was curious for the planet of three suns - but the child was patient. His life depended on this success...and so he would wait, and wait until finally the time arose. He would leap from the shadows at the supposed defenseless Warlock and attempt to end his existence. This was the moment his life would change forever. The Warlock was fast. Faster than he'd anticipated - faster than the most wild beast. His strength? One couldn't explain how it happened but one moment the boy was on the ground, then in the air, then into the ground itself...unconciousness befell him and when he awoke, his wounds had been tended and the Warlock stood by him. Impresed.
Mandolin, Great Sage of the Shadow, took the child in and began to pass on the teachings of the Shadow Warrior Clan to the youth. Acting as a surrogate father, he taught the Mazoku history and legends to the youth whom had come from nothing, pouring his lessons into him and his desires. Many a conversation was made about the Planet, its people andd the misguided path of disregard the 'holy' clans had passed onto the Namekians of the Mazoku. That in Unity there is strength, but there is great strength in darkness and pain as well. For 12 years - this was Cellos life. Learning martial arts, magics and the way of the Shadow. He became enamored with the Ancient Namekian warriors known as "Shadow Warriors", Claw wielding warriors who fought with Energy and Physicality as one. It is here, on the Eve of his final bout of training, that we begin our story. Where Cello's journey starts...
Will he grow to be a Shield to Namek, like many before him? Or will the Dark Teachings of the Mazoku stir something more sinister into the shadows? The Story of this Warrior Namekian; Begins now...
Techniques:
Light Attack Technique || Whip Hammer Barrage
By enlarging both fists by four times their normal size, The Namekian lunges his limbs out using the elasticisty of his people, to assail his target with a flurry of whip like blows each slamming into the enemy like rapidly swung mauls or wreckingballs being thrown to impact against a target.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Medium Attack Technique || Carbine Impact
Cello's Signature Move, Gathering energy over his entire body; Cello is coated in a sparking, electric like energy that encapsulates his whole form. As the power gathers, it will move from around his body to coat his entire right fist. When prepared, Cello will throw a punch, left hand slapping beneath the wrist as a brace, and fire a massive black and reddish-hue beam at the enemy, golden sparks of electricity flowing through its interior.
Power: 40%
KP Cost: 2 KPSparking:
Sparking Medium Technique || Hexburst Howitzer
An Upgrade on the Carbine Impact - the Hexburst Howitzer starts off similar to the Carbine Impact with energy coalescing around the Namekians Body. However, the change occurs when the energy forms around both fists as opposed to one. Lunging both hands forward, the energy fires from both closed fists with potency. This attack can be charged up, and when preparing it - the energy coalescing Cello protects him from incoming attacks so he can concentrate on his action.
Power: 70%
KP Cost: 4 KP
MP Cost: 4 MP
Variants: Back-up Plan, PreparationSupport Technique Type: Dual Multiform || Shadow FissionADDITIONAL NOTES: Please Rename 'Great Namek' form to 'Shadow Surge'.
Namekians have been born with the ability to split their bodies into other lifeforms through a process of fission. A variation on this was taught by the Mazoku clans that allow a user to take the fission ability and modulate it to where they create copies of themselves to aide in combat or to assist in stealth missions. It is even used by some Warlocks to create decoys of themselves to throw enemies off.
Power: Divide Power by 50 per copy%
Utility Technique || Ars Magus Magic Materialization
Description
Utility Technique || Ki Sense
Description
STARTING LOADOUT: You start with 5,000 XP that can be turned into PL at a 1:1 rate or kept as raw XP to buy items with. You also start with 2,000 Zeni you can use to buy Zeni items with.
