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Post by Band on May 25, 2023 1:05:26 GMT -5
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: Band
ALIASES: One Man Band
AGE: 17
GENDER: Agender (He/Him)
SPECIES: Namekian
> Regeneration: Once per thread, you may heal yourself for 60% damage. This may only be done at the end of your post.
> Mazoku Clansmen: While in your strongest available form, you may activate 10% MP Power Boosts on all of your Attack Techniques for free. This halts your momentum regeneration for that turn. However, you may not use any Power or Ki Boosts on defensive techniques with your MP in your strongest available form.
> Improved Constitution: Your Second Wind heals you by an additional +5% per Momentum spent. In addition, increase healing from outside sources (healing items, heals from other players) by an extra 10%.
GENERAL TRAITS: Impossible Recovery, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
STARTING PLANET: Arcose
HOME REGION: None
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: A gangly example of a Namekian, Band stands at an imposing 8’ with a defined musculature typical of the species’ fighters. What is decidedly atypical is his vivid purple skin, as though his blood was in a constant frenzy. A tall, spiked fin crests his scalp above his antennae, notably mohawk-like in appearance. The pads on his limbs and abdomen are a light red, lined by lavender. His wide eyes betray his immaturity, the irises an alarming lime shade, and bear a perpetual dark outline. He usually applies makeup to give himself short under-eye lashes.
His choice in apparel only further highlights his disconnection to Namekian tradition, dressing in a streetwear aesthetic. His favourite outfit features a deep red muscle shirt topped by a vest, dark athletic pants, as well as arm wrappings and battle armour boots that make him look tough.
BACKGROUND: Seventeen years ago, after a long journey through the reaches of space, a most unusual egg landed on Planet Brench. Marked by an alien language, it sat until two children found it. Curious, they prodded the shell until it cracked. And then, from a force inside, broke. A purple child spilled from within, frightening off the two who’d found it while it collected its bearings. Finding the egg from which he hatched, the newborn looked at the writing on its front. With knowledge he shouldn’t have had, he read the singular word and found its meaning immediately. Band. This was his name.
Band grew steadily, living in the wild for his first year. Every once in a while, the pair who’d found him would spot him from afar. He gnashed his teeth and spat to make them flee, but the curious boys would always find him once again. Such tedious company. However, with fewer options and an eventual offering of water… He’d come to learn their names were Holland and Besha.
When he could walk and talk, if falteringly, his new friends started to take him to civilized lands. Orphans themselves, they couldn’t let Band live lavishly, but he was nonetheless taken aback by the sights and sounds of the city. He came to have fun with his friends, and even made more! They got into no small amount of trouble together, but the quickly developing Namekian proved much tougher than expected and warded off any unfriendly faces.
In only a few years, Band towered over his crew of misfits. They rubbed off on him, forging a loyal but rough and tumble friend out of Band. Though an amateur, he found he enjoyed fighting, especially against those who thought themselves better than him. He even garnered a bit of a reputation for his strength and was occasionally hired out by those who had need of it.
However, as the years went on and his power steadily grew, Band began to feel a tug in the back of his mind. When his adrenaline was high and he was engaged in violence, he could hear a voice. Like an older version of himself, speaking from somewhere far away. It encouraged him to go further, to hit harder and never stop hitting. He caved once or twice, but it felt nothing like the brawling he usually enjoyed. The voice almost stripped him of control. Shutting it out was impossible, but he slowly learned to ignore its serpent’s tongue.
Slowly aging out of his old habits alongside his friends, Band started to turn towards more professional endeavours. Even if the thought made his skin crawl. Fighting was his best skill, enough that he’d been paid for it in the past. Though Brench didn’t offer the greatest opportunities, he knew a place that might. The icy heart of the Arcosian Empire, a world of rich bigwigs who didn’t like getting their hands dirty. Yeah, that would do.
COMBAT INFORMATION
TECHNIQUES:
STARTING LOADOUT: 24,000 PL, Attack Pod, 1,000 Zeni
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A
NAME: Band
ALIASES: One Man Band
AGE: 17
GENDER: Agender (He/Him)
SPECIES: Namekian
> Regeneration: Once per thread, you may heal yourself for 60% damage. This may only be done at the end of your post.
> Mazoku Clansmen: While in your strongest available form, you may activate 10% MP Power Boosts on all of your Attack Techniques for free. This halts your momentum regeneration for that turn. However, you may not use any Power or Ki Boosts on defensive techniques with your MP in your strongest available form.
> Improved Constitution: Your Second Wind heals you by an additional +5% per Momentum spent. In addition, increase healing from outside sources (healing items, heals from other players) by an extra 10%.
GENERAL TRAITS: Impossible Recovery, Bare-Knuckle Brawler
STARTING PLANET: Arcose
HOME REGION: None
CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS
APPEARANCE: A gangly example of a Namekian, Band stands at an imposing 8’ with a defined musculature typical of the species’ fighters. What is decidedly atypical is his vivid purple skin, as though his blood was in a constant frenzy. A tall, spiked fin crests his scalp above his antennae, notably mohawk-like in appearance. The pads on his limbs and abdomen are a light red, lined by lavender. His wide eyes betray his immaturity, the irises an alarming lime shade, and bear a perpetual dark outline. He usually applies makeup to give himself short under-eye lashes.
His choice in apparel only further highlights his disconnection to Namekian tradition, dressing in a streetwear aesthetic. His favourite outfit features a deep red muscle shirt topped by a vest, dark athletic pants, as well as arm wrappings and battle armour boots that make him look tough.
BACKGROUND: Seventeen years ago, after a long journey through the reaches of space, a most unusual egg landed on Planet Brench. Marked by an alien language, it sat until two children found it. Curious, they prodded the shell until it cracked. And then, from a force inside, broke. A purple child spilled from within, frightening off the two who’d found it while it collected its bearings. Finding the egg from which he hatched, the newborn looked at the writing on its front. With knowledge he shouldn’t have had, he read the singular word and found its meaning immediately. Band. This was his name.
Band grew steadily, living in the wild for his first year. Every once in a while, the pair who’d found him would spot him from afar. He gnashed his teeth and spat to make them flee, but the curious boys would always find him once again. Such tedious company. However, with fewer options and an eventual offering of water… He’d come to learn their names were Holland and Besha.
When he could walk and talk, if falteringly, his new friends started to take him to civilized lands. Orphans themselves, they couldn’t let Band live lavishly, but he was nonetheless taken aback by the sights and sounds of the city. He came to have fun with his friends, and even made more! They got into no small amount of trouble together, but the quickly developing Namekian proved much tougher than expected and warded off any unfriendly faces.
In only a few years, Band towered over his crew of misfits. They rubbed off on him, forging a loyal but rough and tumble friend out of Band. Though an amateur, he found he enjoyed fighting, especially against those who thought themselves better than him. He even garnered a bit of a reputation for his strength and was occasionally hired out by those who had need of it.
However, as the years went on and his power steadily grew, Band began to feel a tug in the back of his mind. When his adrenaline was high and he was engaged in violence, he could hear a voice. Like an older version of himself, speaking from somewhere far away. It encouraged him to go further, to hit harder and never stop hitting. He caved once or twice, but it felt nothing like the brawling he usually enjoyed. The voice almost stripped him of control. Shutting it out was impossible, but he slowly learned to ignore its serpent’s tongue.
Slowly aging out of his old habits alongside his friends, Band started to turn towards more professional endeavours. Even if the thought made his skin crawl. Fighting was his best skill, enough that he’d been paid for it in the past. Though Brench didn’t offer the greatest opportunities, he knew a place that might. The icy heart of the Arcosian Empire, a world of rich bigwigs who didn’t like getting their hands dirty. Yeah, that would do.
COMBAT INFORMATION
TECHNIQUES:
Light Attack || Brutal BulletsADDITIONAL NOTES: Please rename Great Namek to Get Mad.
Band throws a raging flurry of blows. For distant foes, he extends his arms to hammer away at them regardless of range.
Power: 40%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: N/A
Heavy Attack || Resonant Slam
Stretching his arm, Band reaches until he takes hold of his target and brings them crashing into a surface with a resounding thud.
Power: 50%
KP Cost: 4 KP
Variants: Homing
Medium Defense || Great Bellow
Band lets out a furious roar and flares his aura, creating a buffer against attacks.
Power: 30%
KP Cost: 3 KP
Variants: Shield
Light Defense || Take It on the Chin
Band prepares for an impending attack, putting up a simple guard if need be, and weathers it with a grin.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 1 KP
Variants: N/A
Light Attack || Tooth and Nail
Lashing out with his extremely sharp fangs or nails, Band opens a gash in his target’s flesh.
Power: 20%
KP Cost: 2 KP
Variants: Bleed
Heavy Sparking Attack || Knock ‘em Dead!
A purple aura blazes to life, condensing around Band’s body. Vaulting towards his enemy, he discharges the energy as a single explosive strike.
Power: 120%
KP Cost: 4 KP
Variants: N/A
Flight
Band has the ability to fly by circulating his energy internally, generating lift from within.
Mettle Head
From the ideal combination of a sturdy skull, stubborn attitude and plain ignorance, Band is immune to all but the strongest attacks on his psyche. Fear and commands from outside influences are ineffective unless he wants them to be.
STARTING LOADOUT: 24,000 PL, Attack Pod, 1,000 Zeni
COMPANION APPLICATION: N/A
