Post by Tenshi on Jul 17, 2020 18:47:37 GMT
Character Name: Tenshi
Canon Character or Original Character: Original
Face Claim: www.deviantart.com/m0queur/art/Throne-683164280
Character Race: Shinjin
Character Racial Traits:
1. Expedient Delivery: Able to travel anywhere (including otherworld) instantly. Once per week, can take up to 2 others with you.
2. Righteousness: In battle, all damage against opponents of the opposite alignment is increased by +20% (if neutral, damage against any non-neutral character is increased by +10%).
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 5,879,742
Character Alignment: Virtuous
Starting Planet: Imecka
Starting Items:
1. Potara Replicas: A non-functional replica of the Potara Earrings. (Slot: Accessory | +5% ki)
2. Kaijuu Fruit Seed: A seed from a kaiju fruit. Eat in a battle to regain 20% HP and 20% fatigue. Consumable.
Starting Technique:
Another End 10 13% Ki Energy. The user rushes towards their opponent and comes to a sudden stop in front of them as they aim their hand directly at them and fire a ki blast that sends their opponent flying backwards.
Hard to Dodge
Stats:
Strength: 75
Ki: 125
Agility: 100
Durability: 200
Personality: Tenshi is morose and serious virtually all of the time. He has an extremely heavy heart and seems to bare the cross for the heavy loss of humanity over the last few million years. He feels that, were he simply stronger and more able, he could have prevented some of the great catastrophes of the past and he works tirelessly to prevent future dangers from arising. Although he tends to be anti-social, it wouldn't be fair to say that he doesn't get along with others. Actually, on the contrary, he has a deep love for humanity and sees the good in almost everyone. That being said, he feels that the participation in idle chatter, games, or fun in general is a waste of time. Though he wants others to participate, he feels an almost religious need to abstain from these types of activities, lest they distract him from the bigger picture.
Tenshi also has a deep sense of justice ingrained in him. He has absolutely no tolerance for evil and will root it out and destroy it whenever he comes across it. His desire is so strong, in fact, that he has no problem going to any length to make sure that injustice does not stand. He is exactly the type of person to make the sacrificial play, not only to stop evil, but to prevent good from perishing.
He is not competitive, jealous, or, for the most part, overly emotional. Even in battle he is calm and calculated with his decisions and actions. Regal to the point of seeming royal, he carries himself with grace and dignity. Though he isn't haughty, he came come across as judgmental, not because of his words or actions, but because he abstains from human interaction as often as possible. Though he does have the capacity for love and friendship within him, he purposefully denies himself these carnal pleasures in order to detach himself and focus on creating a better universe as a whole. To that end, he weighs his options carefully and does his best to make the overall best decision. If that means breaking a rule or two along the way, he's content to do so as long as it will bring about a positive end.
He is constantly seeking out ways to improve. He has no qualms about going the extra mile to learn a new skill, technique or to reach a new level of power. It is his sole obsession, his life's mission, his legacy. He never seems to know a moment's peace because his every thought is of preventing future devastation from occurring. While he is eager to learn things like skills and talents, advice about his personality and mission tend to fall on deaf ears.
History: As with all of the Shinjin, Tenshi was born from the fruit of the Kaiju. Unlike most Shinjin, he was born from the golden fruit. It would be safe to say that Tenshi possessed gifts beyond that of a normal Shinjin even from an early age. He was quick-witted, with a natural talent for battle strategy and seemed to remain cool and collected, even under pressure. He had focus, determination and a will to better himself. However, as with most other Shinjin under Dai Kaioshin, Tenshi grew complacent. Peace had been so long standing that no one really focused on training or bettering themselves. Dai Kaioshin gorged himself on food and fun and the rest of the Shinjin followed suit.
Everything changed when Majin Buu attacked. Naturally, it fell on the Kais to take care of the problem. As fate would have it, Tenshi's name was not drawn and so he was never granted the title of Kai. Instead, he remained on his homeworld while countless innocents were slaughtered. He was helpless to stop it as planets were erased from existence, all of their inhabitants forced to spend their remaining time in the next dimension. He cowered in terror and anger as the lines to otherworld became impossibly long. There were so many souls lost and no one to stop it.
He remembered watching his brothers fall. One by one they faced the beast and one by one they were taken from him. He remembered thinking 'That should be me… if only I had drawn the lot. Maybe I could have done something.' But in his heart he knew the truth. He had sacrificed the ability to stop such power. His discipline and talent were bought with…. With what? Food and drink? Parties and fun? Had that been the only barter on the table?
And then Dai Kaioshin fell and Buu was sealed. For most people, the terror was over. For most, the threat had passed. As for Tenshi, he had been changed permanently. What if he hadn't succumb to the frivolous lifestyle of the other Shinjin? What if he had just continued his training and had focus on what was really important? Would he have been the difference-maker? There was simply no way of knowing. What he did know, what was painfully clear to him, was that in his current state, he was no good to anyone.
Staying on his home planet was simply out of the question. If he had remained there, he had no doubt that the carefree nature of the other Shinjin would have either driven him mad, or at the very least turned him against his own kind. He knew that they were not to blame, that it was simply in their natures to be a carefree people. And that worked for them. And there was nothing wrong with that. But some souls are destined for something more, for a higher calling, and Tenshi knew that he would not sit idly by and be caught unprepared the next time true evil showed itself.
And so he left. It almost isn't worth mentioning where he went. Everywhere and nowhere. He sought masters and higher levels of training. He learned new techniques and battle strategies, new ways to focus his energy and his mind. More importantly, he learned how to block everything else out. He learned how to detach himself, how to let go. He learned how to care for everything and nothing, how to make the rational decision every time. He learned how to have immense love for all things, but no one thing too much.
Some of this he learned by training, but most of the latter lessons were taught by life mistakes. Loving someone too much only to have them taken. Trying too hard to do what he thought was right when the real answer was staring him in the face. Being wrecked by a thing he had no control over and letting his emotional state cause confusion and anger, leading to more bad choices, leading to more bad outcomes.
He had honed his skills and grown so confident in his abilities that he stumbled right into one of the greatest life lessons that brash warrior can learn; no matter how powerful you are, it is always good to be humble. And no matter how powerful you are, there is always someone stronger.
Tenshi had no business losing the fight. He was ten times the warrior that the other fighter was. Strength, speed, pure power, he outmatched him easily. Sometimes pride really does come before the fall.
He had been spending an inordinate amount of time on Imecka. Something about the helplessness of the people kept him there. There was always someone to help, always someone to hunt, always a wrong to right. He felt needed there. He felt that he had purpose. Of course, he traveled. He never stayed there for too long. There was always another threat, always another part of the galaxy that needed saving. And of course, he had to check in on his brothers and sisters back home. He had stopped by early on to tell them that he would not take the mantel of Kai, even if his name had been drawn. He would not be confined to a quadrant or given a set of tasks. He knew that his purpose was more than that. But it was always nice to see them, to know that they were safe and carrying on. Shin was a great choice for Supreme Kai. He would make a fine leader for them.
The details of the mission aren't so important. An alien was smuggling some of the homeless population and trying to sell them off as slaves for profit. Tenshi found him easily enough and broke him underneath his will and power. He set the people who were held captive there free and was about to call it a day when the alien's partner showed up. Looking back, Tenshi found it almost amusing that he didn't know the creature's name. Brought so low by a nobody. He would never hunt him down and exact revenge. There wasn't any point. All that mattered was what the alien held under his left arm. A case of some kind. When he saw Tenshi, he quickly opened it, pulled out a vial, and threw it at the Shinjin.
It arced lazily in the air. It was laughable. What did this idiot think he was going to do? His power level was practically non-existent. Tenshi shot it out of the air before it had a chance to reach him. The glass tube disintegrated instantly. However, the trajectory of the vial would have brought it directly to his face and whatever chemical was inside continued that course. It hit Tenshi square between the eyes, a thick grayish-red smoke. He breathed it in and managed a single, thick cough before his eyes went blurry. He took a step forward…. Then another.
When he awoke, he was in a tub. Tubes fed directly into his body from various vats around where he was lying. He felt dizzy, nauseated, and above all weak. 'I'm dying…' he thought to himself as he tried to take stock of the room.
There wasn't much to look at really. An empty room, concrete walls. His steel tub sat in the northern center portion of the room and there were four steel vats around him. All four vats had a thick, black tube that snaked right to him and four thick needles were sunk into his skin.
"You're awake!?" exclaimed a surprised voice. "How in Hell are you even alive!?"
'Good question' Tenshi thought. It was like thinking through molasses. Thick, dripping, each word something he had to remember.
"What did you do to me?" he asked. Or tried to. "Whhooeee" was all that came out.
"Take it easy…" The alien said as he approached, "But you are something, ain't you? You'll fetch us a hefty price."
Whether he was just a fool or didn't expect Tenshi to have anything left in the tank, Tenshi couldn't rightly say. But he walked right up to the Shinjin to check his IV's and the liquid levels. Tenshi grabbed his neck with one hand, gave a twist, and felt a sick pop run through his arms. The alien went limp and fell to the floor with a thud.
Tenshi slowly pulled the needles from his arms and legs. He watched with disgust as a gray liquid, tinged with crimson leaked from the needle. 'Same as the smoke…' he thought.
Whatever it was, a small cloud of it had rendered him unconscious. What entire gallons of the stuff would do to him, he couldn't say. All he knew for sure was that he felt very close to death. He knew that if he didn't seek medical attention very soon, he would find himself in Otherworld, a halo adorned above his head.
He meant to teleport back to his home world. He knew if anyone could heal him, the Shinjin knew his unique body chemistry well enough and had the know-how to do it. Or they would know where to take him. Soon enough he would be right as rain.
His eyes slid open very slowly. He was in a dank building. It was sparse, stone and mortar walls, a brown, unkempt cloth covered what might have been a window. Light poured in, making Tenshi squint. 'Not home…'
"You… you're awake!?" a voice came from an impossible direction.
The words sounded so much like the alien that had drugged him that Tenshi's first instinct was to kill. He found that this would be impossible. He was weak beyond belief. Besides, this voice was much more calm. Tenshi sensed a gentleness there. Not accusatory, but surprised to be sure.
"I did what I could, but I'm afraid that's not much." the voice spoke again. "I don't know who or what you are, but the amount of toxins in your body should have killed you ten times over. As it stands, whatever powers you once had have been used up to keep you alive. I doubt you'll ever get them back."
She sounded sad. But that was okay. She just didn't know what she was talking about. After some rest, a hot meal, Tenshi would be back to his old self.
But the weeks passed. And then the months passed. And then the years passed. Tenshi's powers did not return; and though he resumed his training after much bedrest, he found that he could perform almost nothing that his former self could. It filled him with an anger and dread that he had never felt before. So much time wasted. Starting over at square one…
'But you're not…' A little voice inside told him. 'You have wisdom, you know the way, the path forward. You know what others do not, cannot know. And you learned a lesson that you will never forget. Your power is not something to be enjoyed and taken lightly. This time, as you rebuild, you will do so in the service of others. And you will Never. Forget. Why.'
And so it was that Tenshi began to rebuild his strength, unaware of the countless dangers happening in the universe around him.
Sample RP: Year 3.
Imecka. There was a time that Tenshi was proud of the fact that he resided here. It was rough, with sharp edges and teeth. The wrong place would leave you injured or dead, as he knew well. He had worked hard to make it a better place to live for the people here. And things were improving. But after the incident which rendered him weak and relatively useless, all of the old rats came out of their nests and the lion's share of the progress he had made here was undone.
He wasn't strong enough to venture out beyond her property. Even going for supplies made him nervous. He had made quite a few enemies here and he had no doubt that they were lying in wait for a time to exact revenge. The last three years had been a grueling effort, but he was noticing improvements. His energy was definitely improving. He could train from dusk until late afternoon before he collapsed. After a big meal (big compared to the scraps they usually scrounged up, at least) he could manage another session in the evening before his head hit the pillow. He slept like the dead.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Three years had passed this way and Tenshi was starting to feel like he had back before he had left his home-world. Not even a shadow of his former self, but strong enough to manipulate energy, to throw a solid punch, to feel Alive again.
Dusk was setting in. Tenshi watched the clouds pass overhead. They were beginning to take on the evenings colors. Deep purples, bright pinks, oranges that faded to yellows. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular. These days, there was very little to think about. 'Stronger… I need… to get….'
A scream. Unmistakable. It was her.
He darted inside. His eyes were adjusted to the fading light of the day, but inside it was dark. Too dark for him to see properly. He knew the house well, could navigate it without sight easily. He heard the rustling and could make out shapes, but very little else.
"Don't move." a gruff voice barked. "I'm not here to kill her. She can walk away from this. I want you."
He heard a scuffle. The man growled in pain.
"Kill him Tenshi!" she screamed.
A thud. She fell silent. Dead? No… just unconscious. He didn't sense her life-force leaving.
"Let her go. I don't mind coming with you." Tenshi's voice was even, without quaver.
He heard cloth sliding against cloth. Silence for a moment before she crumpled to the ground. Tenshi grimaced.
As his eyes adjusted, he noticed a blaster was being pointed at him. There was a time, not so long ago, that something like this would have been a joke to him. This man would already be dead and his thoughts turned elsewhere. Really, there was a time when this man wouldn't have dared enter his home. But that time was gone. Becoming a memory, a piece of useless history.
Tenshi pulled his hands up, bending at the elbow, a sign of submission. He slowly backed out of the house as the man with the gun advanced on him. He deftly moved around the table, avoiding a chair. He stepped sideways, two steps back, and he was once again in the sunlight.
It seemed brighter outside now. His eyes had adjusted to the dark. When the man stepped out, Tenshi was surprised to see how emaciated he was. Sallow yellow skin was pulled taught over jagged bone. His hair was in a shambles and he was covered in a layer of dirt. Teeth were missing.
"It looks like maybe you've been having a rough time…" Tenshi started, his voice calm and soothing.
"SHUT UP!" the man screamed. So loud was his scream that it echoed down the alley. He would no doubt draw attention. He seemed not to notice or care.
"I was fine. WE were fine. We did what we had to do to survive here on this hellhole. And then you came in with your heroics, your fucking bravado! You think you can just do whatever you want. Who cares about what you leave behind."
Tenshi didn't recognize the man, had no clue where they had met. He stopped criminals every day. Some were minor, some were doing truly awful stuff. Their faces blended together. He never learned their names. Judging by this man, he had been a petty thief. He looked a few days away from being unable to provide for himself.
'Desperation…' he thought with sadness. 'It rarely ends well.'
Still, this was someone down on his luck, not an evil man who deserved otherworld. Tenshi gave an imperceptible sigh. He never cared for these encounters. He wasn't the best at talking folks off a ledge, though that would be helpful in this situation. He would rather help the man to get back on his feet somehow than to end it with violence. Still, he wasn't a counselor and this wasn't an office or a session or an intervention. This was a criminal holding a warrior at gunpoint. There was but one end.
His right foot shifted, dug deep into the dirt. He slid his shoulder back a fraction of an inch. His body bent. There was the barest look of realization on the man's eyes. They grew wide and he had the look of pure regret plastered across his face. He should have held onto his hostage.
The Shinjin darted forward. He heard the blaster fire, but the man only had time to pull the trigger once. It missed by a wide margin, the man's hands shaking. It was a wonder he even managed to pull the trigger at all. Tenshi watched as the man's finger squeezed tighter and tighter on the trigger. He was panicked, untrained.
Tenshi grabbed the blaster, crushing it in his left hand. He pulled the man forward, slamming his fist deep into the man's stomach. The vagabond keeled over, spittle flying from his mouth. He was done. He was barely able to hold up the woman. Holding his small frame. Tenshi realized how weak the man really was. Probably a good thing. If he had been in any sort of fighting shape, this fight would not have ended so easily. Though it was but a short encounter, it had come at the end of a long day. Tenshi was drained.
He carried the man a half mile to the police station. He dropped him off, gave an account to the police and left. When he returned home it was true dark. The woman was still asleep in bed where he had left her. He fell in beside her and, before he could manage another thought, sleep took him.
Referred By: Alexander Voss
