Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2018 5:07:25 GMT
Character Name: Ansem Boteler
Canon or original character: OC
Face Claim: Silas | Fire Emblem
Character Race: Bio-android
Character Racial Traits:
Absorption: Able to absorb a defeated foe in battle. Receives +10% of the absorbed foe's PL.
My Own Master: Upon absorbing another character, you may acquire a single technique they know for free.
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 408
Character Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items:
After-dinner mint - Something to cleanse the palate after a hearty meal. One-time-use. Allows you to absorb 20% of a defeated opponent’s Power Level upon absorption instead of the normal 10%.
Slime-Hatchery - After death you can revive instantly as a new hatchling | -5% all stats with use | Must have created the hatchery prior to death | Used once] A disgustingly slimy pod, what good could this do?
Tail - Allows you to absorb other characters after defeating them in battle - An impressive appendage that can swallow people whole!
Starting Technique: Chasing Bullet
Distribute 500 SP (skill points) between your four stats
Strength: 50
Ki: 250
Agility: 50
Durability: 150
Personality: Ansem carries himself with an air of confidence that borders on arrogance. His stern demeanor towards opposition and thirst for competition know few bounds. He is very much ready to tackle new challenges head on, but not too proud to cut his losses if he's looking death in the face. His heart is cold, and he looks out for himself first. Even those that get close to him often don't get close enough to earn his protection.
History: Ansem Boteler is a parasite. He is a plague on this universe, and a poorly concocted one at that. His creation was a mistake, and one his creator no longer lives to regret. Ansem's full name is derived from a story his creator had heard as a child, and his own last name. Ansem saw no reason to argue the name he was given. In the story, Ansem is a quiet boy who hungers for a life of excitement. His desire for more than his quiet life on the farm drive his family apart, and in the end Ansem gets what he wants. His life is exciting, but at what cost?
The name is fitting, as Ansem was created to be a sort of super soldier, one who would make his creator famous, perhaps feared, throughout the galaxy. Although he himself has died, his name will at least live on through Ansem. Ansem was brought up by the man, who referred to himself only as Dr. Boteler. He was taught martial arts from a young age, and was trained in a number of different weapons and armaments. His heart settled on the spear, and since then he was not looked back.
Ansem was twenty before he left the doctor's laborotory for the first time, and upon seeing the outside world he was being locked away from, Ansem began plotting his escape. He knew immediately that the doctor could not be trusted. Whatever his intentions were, he was not keeping Ansem's best interests in mind. He was stowing him away, hiding him for some reason. A few short months later, Ansem had broken free. He drove his spear through the chest of Dr. Boteler and escaped in the man's starship, fleeing to the nearest world. Since then, Ansem has found his way through life, hunting down competition and turning them into meals. He's an ancient terror, something out of a story book. His intentions are primal, and his desires are simple. There's a whole lot of space out there, and his appetite for battle won't be sated.
Sample RP: The stink of blood was in the air. Black onyx gauntlets covered in the pock marking of another kill reached down, holding the new feast up to the light. Some roughshod martial artist from the rolling hills of this backwoods planet called Earth dared to step up and play. Ansem warned him that he should piss off, but the kid wouldn't listen.
Crunch. Marrow dripped from the corners of Ansem's mouth as he dined on what remained. Slurp. The meat was tender from their bout, lightly seared as well. He wasn't a picky eater, not by any stretch of the meaning. He was hungry, and so he ate what was laid before him. The universe hadn't starved him, he'd always been able to find a bite to eat somewhere. No matter how... reluctant.
Finishing the meal, Ansem turned his attention. There was a fair bit of blood on the ground, and it'd trickled its way almost into the river he was fishing in when the kid turned up. No need for the fish now, but the river could still serve a purpose. He waded into the river until it was about waist deep before dipping himself almost entirely into the cold, rushing waters. The current wasn't strong enough to pull him off his footing, but it helped him clean up. His armored never rusted, in all these years, but it sure could stink if he let blood dry on it.
Shaking dry on the river's bank, he looked off to the distance. A small village lay before him, and he felt the promise of a challenge. His bones burned at the thought. A mortal soul on this rock that could possibly hope to sate his hunger? That he'd love to see! Earth crushed to dust beneath his boots as he took off in a vibrant, crimson streak. He might have just ate, but there's always room for more!
Referred By: Jax/Blaze
