Zenos

BACKGROUND:

This was not always his identity.

Once upon a time, a young Konatsian was born and raised in a Konatsian village. Expectations from the youngsters were quite high, but no matter what, there was no hope. He had the luck to have been born in a famed family of Konatsian heroes that were regarded for their status and techniques that were passed down each generation. This would normally be the peak of any child’s life, but for him, this was by far the lowest.

He could not use ki. At all. Not even flight was realistically possible. Indeed, he was nothing more than an average Joe, except that with the kind of family he had, he was considered the lowest scum of the universe by his own relatives and other fellow Konatsian warriors. Indeed, his future did not look bright at all.

At one point, given the fact that his family no longer wished to have such a thorn in their side, they abandoned him. One day the poor kid just woke up and he was in an unknown place, a home for many children that had no other person they could look up to if not their caretaker. He was young, but he was not stupid. He knew very well what had just transpired. He was not young enough not to even remember their face for the rest of his life. Yeah.

He hated them.

But it was not just his family. He hated all these idiots in the first place. His planet, the people and the culture, anyone that could use ki in general. All of them were bastards. Eventually he grew up, and by that time, he was unrecognizable. He had long since disappeared from the orphanage and lived on his own, in a spaceship exploring the galaxy. His pointy ears? Gone.

The story of how he lost them? Not one for the faint of heart, but one could guess just by the amount of scars his ears had behind his ears. He had drastically changed his hairstyle not to look anything like his own kinsmen and instead looked like what he had always been defined to be: an average Joe.

However, he did have something beyond the average man; a physical prowess unmatched by any other he had met before. His ki was next to zero and yet his body possessed a strength that completely made up for all that it lacked otherwise. He had grown tall and muscular, and full of ideas; he decided to focus all of those gifts onto his career and became a bounty hunter.

There was not one single job he ever refused. That was his motto. Thus far, he has already committed an endless list of crimes that would be frowned upon in most systems, by the name of Zenos.

Some would consider him a monster, not to use specific nicknames… but nearly no one knew that most of the zeni he earned would always be immediately transferred onto the account of an orphanage.