Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2021 21:15:36 GMT
Character Name: Okora
Canon Character or Original Character: Original
Face Claim: Custom Art
Character Race: Saiyan (w/ tail)
Character Racial Traits: Zenkai, Oozaru
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: Physically appears to be in his mid 30s (37-ish)
Character Alignment: Indecisive
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items: Battleworn Saiyan Army Scouter
Starting Technique: Galick Cannon (Ye olde Galick Gun)
Stats:
Strength: 125
Ki: 85
Agility: 175
Durability: 115
Personality: Seemingly stoic at first glance, though it doesn’t take too much to break him out of his shell. He’s sporty and playful, taking jabs at friends and opponents alike, and he’s always up for a good spar. However, even a slight sense of dread or peril left unchecked for long enough can cause him to devolve into a mindless brute due to PTSD.
History: Okora is an ancient Saiyan, his life spanning back to the original Planet Sadala. However, a vengeful alien sorcerer cursed him with eternal life, and while it seemingly only served as a boon at first, he was forced to watch everything around him wither and die. After many countless years fighting, surviving, and watching those he loved disappear again and again, he shattered into a broken mess with no pride left to keep him fighting. Becoming a hermit on a planet he thought his Saiyan brethren would never be able to touch, he let himself fall into his own despair and himself withered. That is, until he was left with a Demon child. At first he was confused and appalled, but when he realized this meant he could have a son that would spend the rest of eternity with him, it renewed a sense of hope within him and gave him the strength he needed to fight once more. Now the two live in West City, the self-proclaimed “Demon God” having become a young adult, and Okora trains him and some of his friends in his off time, taking pride in letting them mature into capable fighters.
Sample RP:
Okora sat quietly, thumbing through a small book, so entranced by its contents that he failed to notice his young prodigy step into the room. “Are you still in here?” the self-proclaimed ‘Demon God Kalama’ inquired, cocking his head to the side as he propped himself up on his staff. “Training’s in twenty minutes and you haven’t even changed into your gi yet.”
The ancient Saiyan’s head jerked suddenly as his son ripped his attention away from the book. “Shit, already?!” he exclaimed, placing his book on the bed. It took him no time at all to redress, donning a purple and black gi, but retaining the gauntlets and sabatons that he held onto as memories of his origins. “Sorry, I seem to find myself growing more forgetful in my old age.”
“Old age, my ass!” Kalama scoffed, stamping his rod on the ground. “You’re, like, twenty-something. Quit making excuses.”
“Twenty-something?!” Okora echoed, stifling a hearty laugh. “You flatter me so. Now, come on. With magic like yours, I won’t tolerate you showing later than your old man.”
“You’re the one who was almost late!” Kalama shot back before catching his eye on the book lying open on Okora’s bedside. His curiosity peaked, the Demon God began to investigate what in this unmarked book left his father almost unable to attend their training. Picking it up, he almost immediately identified the contents. Photos. Lots of them. And every last one of him in some regard. From the small, pale blue infant held in the old man’s arms to the skillful Demon Sage trading blows with his best friends, the album chronicled all of the Demon God’s life.
A single tear shed from Kalama’s eye, staining one of the blank pages. It was a wonder Okora was able to place the book down at all. Soon Kalama returned the book to where he found it, stepping back out the door to attend the training that until now seemed so important to him. Giving the book one last heart-touched glance, feeling assured and comforted by its presence, he flickered the gem of his staff and vanished, ready to make new memories with the man he knew to be his father.
