Post by farfisa on Sept 14, 2022 1:58:36 GMT
Character Name: Farfisa
Canon Character or Original Character: Original
Face Claim: Cardamo by @furipasart
Character Race: Namekian
Character Racial Traits: Regeneration, Peaceful Warriors
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: ~70 years old (early-mid 30s equivalent for a Namekian)
Character Alignment: Indecisive
Starting Planet: New Namek
Starting Items:
From Namekian Race
Namekian Dragon Ball Radar x1
Sacred Herb of the Dragon Clan x1
From Package A
Proto Light Ship
Precision Potion x2
PEDs x1
Mystical Extract x1
Adrenaline Shot x1
Bone Densifier x1
Bandages x3
Starting Package: Package A
Stats:
Strength: 4500
Ki: 0
Agility: 4000
Durability: 4500
Techniques (if any): Hasshu-Ken, Gigantic Press, Cross Arm Dive, Ultra Punch, Gigantic Spike
Personality: Farfisa to most is little more than a recluse, a face in the crowd. He likes it this way to a point and won't usually speak to most unless spoken to, but underneath this shy, aloof exterior is a grand - albeit selective - passion for what he does cherish in his life. Work may as well be a religion for Farfisa - he values his work strongly, and dedication to ones' causes to Farfisa is one of the most respectable traits. Depending on who you ask - and what kind of day it is for the man himself - his exterior reads from anywhere to slightly meek, to cold and silently overbearing.
As an extension of this shy studious personality, Farfisa generally speaks quietly, in brief utterances when prompted. He will rarely tell a life story or a joke to the broad majority of everyone he knows. In short he's to-the-point but he never aims to degrade people when he talks to them, merely clue them in on what he happens to know or feel and be done with it.
The Saiyan occupation of Namek rubs on Farfisa in various ways, and one of these is a learned suspicion of all Saiyans. He's seen them occasionally throughout his life and wouldn't attack one unprovoked, but would definitely be unco-operative in helping one or inviting one into his own home. He has not seen any other races besides Namekians and Saiyans.
History: Farfisa's life is simple, almost ridiculously so. For as far as he can remember he has been quietly farming, alone, without much fanfare. His farming is a successful venture, but a low-key one nevertheless - Farfisa just has the due-dilligence to put his best into every crop he harvests. His life is little more than maintaining, selling and protecting his yield - something he very much takes pride in. When his duties are done on any given day, he also spends his days walking throughout the Namekian countryside, picking up whatever trinkets or objects he may find and taking them back to his home.
Farfisa does not know his birth father, but it well and truly does not bother him. Being raised in collective by a nearby village which now sustains itself in no small part thanks to Farfisa's yield, having a quiet upbringing such as his instilled in him early the value of a quiet, solitary existence.
However, since the Saiyans began their stranglehold over the Namekian race, Farfisa has certainly felt it despite his efforts.. He has not known a second of kindness from any Saiyan he has encountered, and the nature of their occupation has irked him from day one. He tries to keep to live and let live, even in his own deficit, but it has come to the point where he silently wishes they would be done with Namek forever, but in his heart of hearts knows such an endeavour, without any preparation, would be a fool's errand.
Sample RP: On a day like any other, Farfisa walked across a dirt row in a field, surrounded on either side by tall, blossoming plants whose fruits presented themselves to the sun at the end of branches. In a rare moment in his fields he was not working, merely strolling about, admiring his work. He walked at a regular medium pace, looking kindly upon the fruits with a neutral expression that towards any specific person could be read as a scowl.
His eyes turned upon one of the plants, and he noticed an odd leaf. He immediately recognized it as wilting - the leaf's perkiness was all but gone, and the wet-looking leaf which folded upon itself had lost its vibrant hue, taking on a darker and duller tone.
Farfisa lifted a small canteen of water he had on his person closer to his right hand with his left as he inched towards the leaf. He dipped his index and middle fingers into the water, watching the water ripple then watching a few drips of water roll down the sides of his curled finger and dripping silently back into the canteen. He glided his wetted fingers down the slumping leaf, starting at the base and moving towards the point, gently suggesting the leaf towards the sun as he did. As his fingers reached the end of the leaf he took them off, and stared down the leaf for a time.
No change.
He felt his brow become a bit heavy, as he realized there was no hope for the fledgling branch, against no will of its own. He took two fingers to the base of the branch, and swiftly snapped it off, hoping somehow it would be merciful to the rest of the plant. As he returned to his home he looked at the branch in his hand, motionless, and when he went into his house, a few hours later as he passed by the entrance he took note of a crumb of dirt that had somehow gotten on top of his shoe.
Referred By: Snap