Post by Carnelian on Feb 1, 2019 2:09:33 GMT
Character Name:
Carnelian
Gender:
Male
Race:
Changeling (Fourth Form)
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength:
The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. 10% bonus on power level rewards.
Adapted to Survival:
They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well.
They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet.
They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Familiarity with Weight:
Changelings have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. [Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%]
Age:
Born during Age 522, Was stuck in Hell since Age 604.
Fighting Style:
Balanced
Appearance:
Carnelian is a Changeling, with a smooth, almost biomechanical appearance. He has light grey skin with black highlights, and his bio-orbs are a deep crimson flecked with white and gold. His lower body is missing, replaced by asymmetrical mechanical hips, steel legs, and a multi segmented tail. Above his head hangs a circular halo, a reminder that though he walks the material world he cannot count himself amongst the living. Standing at 4'8" and with a weight to match, he's a slight figure. However, his orange irises upon darkened sclera cast an imposing gaze that attracts attention and demands respect.
History:
Once a prominent Planet Broker within the PTO, Carnelian would watch the grey sun rise over the jagged city skyline of Frost#97 from the heights of his office. Wealthy and cruel, he dispatched mercenary groups throughout the galaxy to find suitable planets to invade, conquer, and sell to aspiring kings and warlords. A fateful meeting with the saiyan named Faust left him without his lower body, and their second meeting left Carnelian dead.
Carnelian found himself in his own personal hell. With his mechanical augmentations, his soul could not be properly purified, and thus found himself in limbo. A featureless plain of silvery white extended in all directions, farther than he could see. A single solitary tree sat in the middle of this expanse. All sound was muffled and all senses were deadened. He was alone, and if he could still feel, he would have been afraid. Hundreds of years he sat with his back against that tree, staring up, not moving, not breathing, not feeling, knowing, caring, even thought itself was stifled, and when he found the strength to remember, he drifted back to that final encounter on a burning planet.
Age 1000. Almost four hundred years he laid comatose in his personal Hell. Suddenly, the silence was shattered. Two ambitious PTO soldiers had acquired a crystal Medium and sought him out, his legacy, while not quite legend, was impressive enough. His mind snapping back into place was excruciatingly painful, but he knew exactly how to escape. Carnelian instructed them on how to collect the dragonballs of planet Namek, and gave them his wish.
"Bring me back to the material plane."
Not quite resurrected, he woke back on his homeworld, a halo glinting above his head, an indicator of his undeath. His time in Hell had given him perspective on the actions of the Planet Trade, and how it would eventually lead to a galactic crash the like of which had never been seen. Carnelian set about founding an intelligence agency, one that would keep tabs on the more dangerous groups and individuals in the galaxy. He would keep balance; alone if he had to. And one day, he would take leadership of the PTO as his own, and drastically change it from the only seat he deserved:
The Throne.
Personality:
Bright, energetic, and witty, Carnelian's almost bouncy demeanor plays counter to what you'd normally think of from a changeling, especially one of his status. His time in Hell changed him, and while his soul hadn't been cleansed, it had been polished somewhat. However, his mood occasionally swings ice cold, his frosty glare enough to freeze those in its path.
Starting Technique:
Flight (ST)
Carnelian can fly under his own power, rocketing through sky and space.
Death Beam (CT-1)
A classic Changeling technique, the Death Beam fires a laser from your finger to pierce armor and flesh with devastating lethality and precision. Simple, Elegant, and Efficient.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Lichbolt (GUT-1)
Carnelian packs his ki into a densely concentrated orb, and launches it at his foe. The bolt will loosely track the ki signature of it's target, and when it hits it explodes into blinding light and heat in a small radius before dissipating.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Meteor Sequence (PCT-1)
Carnelian launches himself forward and slugs his opponent with a series of devastating haymaker punches.
(1-50% Damage - Physical)
Ruin Field (AT-1)
Carnelian surrounds himself in a shimmering orb of sickly red ki, before detonating his aura in a fierce flash. Foes caught within the field are burned.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Halflight Trigger (FT-1) ((UNAVAILABLE))
Carnelian charges his opponent, dealing a series of devastating blows, and with each punch he forces his aura into his foes. Once 100% saturation is reached, he throws his hands to the sky, lifting his opponent, before detonating his aura in a wild explosion. This leaves him unable to use ki techniques until he can catch his breath and recover.
Transformations
Carnelian cannot transform since his death. Instead, his spirit and ki grow stronger the longer he stays in the Material Plane, which then bolsters and strengthens his body. With effort, he can temporarily force his body and spirit to perform at even greater levels. His state of undeath grants him an additional 10% to all Power Level growth.
Mastered Final Form [100,000 PL Required]
[x12]
Carnelian has spent hundreds of years in his final form, and knows exactly how to bring out every ounce of power in that state. It just requires a little bit of concentration.
Super Carnelian [225,000 PL Required]
[x28]
Carnelian sends his spirit to a higher level, drawing out the mental and spiritual fortitude gained from four hundred years of isolation in limbo. His aura swirls around him like a whirlwind.
Ultra Full Power Final Form [375,000 PL Required]
[x42]
Carnelian's spirit soars, pushing his body to it's absolute limit. His upper body bulks out slightly, but not enough to impede movement. His movement is difficult to track, every step flashing him forward.
Remembered State [500,000 PL Required]
[x50]
Carnelian's body remembers it's former power, during his final living moments when his power level skyrocketed into the billions. He moves as though in a trance, a higher state of mind, his body moving with a will of it's own.
Example Roleplay:
Silence. Unnatural silence, as though all sound was being actively muffled, and all thought was suppressed. Carnelian's eyes stared upwards, through the boughs of leaves that grew from the only landmark he was allowed.
"Behold lizard, the TRUE power of the Saiyan race! I'll have your skull on my ship, and I'll find your world! I'll find it and ravage it and take all it has!"
"If you think I'm letting you leave this rock alive, monkey, then you're a greater fool than I could have hoped for."
The ground beneath them cracked and shattered as they clashed, molten rock spewing from crevasses that spanned miles, ashen smoke blanketing the planet.
Silence. The kind of silence that could drive one mad, and an introspective worse. Remembering was a struggle, but it was all he had. He didn't move, he dared not breathe, his heart was still.
"I see you've rebuilt yourself, lizard! You were UNSATISFYING the last time we fought! But this, this is more LIKE IT!"
"I see you've upgraded your vocabulary, neanderthal. If brute strength is all there is to you, then you cannot win! I am the perfect melding of biology and machine!
The saiyan was fast, fists connecting with the changeling's slight frame. But the changeling was deceptively durable and fueled by spite, and lashed back with a series of blows that forced the saiyan back.
Silence. If Carnelian could wonder, he would have wondered if there had been anything else to existence. He felt nothing. If he could wish, he would wish he could still feel pain. Anything to anchor himself to reality.
"You're PERSISTANT, I'll give you that! But our fight ENDS HERE!"
"You're absolutely right! I've entertained your lunacy for too long!
The changeling rocketed forward, dealing a series of devastating punches to the saiyan. And the saiyan's white aura took a red tinge, the crimson deepening with each strike. The changeling threw his hands to the sky, and with a cry of petulant fury, detonated his remaining ki.
"HALFLIGHT TRIGGER!"
Sile- "Hello? Can you hear me? Lord Carnelian?"
Carnelian's eyes slowly lowered, and focused forward for the first time in centuries.
"I, yes... who, are.... no, wait. Wait. You can hear me?
"Yes, Lord Carnelian! I knew this would work, we're going to-"
"Listen to me very carefully. I need you to go to planet Namek, and find a series of seven items called dragonballs. Be discreet, be courteous, and for the kai's sake don't be an asshole. Tell them you want to make a wish, and tell them that wish is to BRING ME BACK TO THE MATERIAL PLANE.
Carnelian
Gender:
Male
Race:
Changeling (Fourth Form)
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength:
The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. 10% bonus on power level rewards.
Adapted to Survival:
They're also very tough to kill, they've got an additional 15% health as well.
They've been seen surviving being cut completely in half and can even survive the destruction of a planet.
They can even survive without the use of special techniques in low-oxygen environments, such as the vacuum of space.
Familiarity with Weight:
Changelings have a natural bio armor, due to this natural weight on them the effects of weights on their combat effectiveness is reduced by 5%. [Power Level Reductions from Weighted Gear are reduced by 5%]
Age:
Born during Age 522, Was stuck in Hell since Age 604.
Fighting Style:
Balanced
Appearance:
Carnelian is a Changeling, with a smooth, almost biomechanical appearance. He has light grey skin with black highlights, and his bio-orbs are a deep crimson flecked with white and gold. His lower body is missing, replaced by asymmetrical mechanical hips, steel legs, and a multi segmented tail. Above his head hangs a circular halo, a reminder that though he walks the material world he cannot count himself amongst the living. Standing at 4'8" and with a weight to match, he's a slight figure. However, his orange irises upon darkened sclera cast an imposing gaze that attracts attention and demands respect.
History:
Once a prominent Planet Broker within the PTO, Carnelian would watch the grey sun rise over the jagged city skyline of Frost#97 from the heights of his office. Wealthy and cruel, he dispatched mercenary groups throughout the galaxy to find suitable planets to invade, conquer, and sell to aspiring kings and warlords. A fateful meeting with the saiyan named Faust left him without his lower body, and their second meeting left Carnelian dead.
Carnelian found himself in his own personal hell. With his mechanical augmentations, his soul could not be properly purified, and thus found himself in limbo. A featureless plain of silvery white extended in all directions, farther than he could see. A single solitary tree sat in the middle of this expanse. All sound was muffled and all senses were deadened. He was alone, and if he could still feel, he would have been afraid. Hundreds of years he sat with his back against that tree, staring up, not moving, not breathing, not feeling, knowing, caring, even thought itself was stifled, and when he found the strength to remember, he drifted back to that final encounter on a burning planet.
Age 1000. Almost four hundred years he laid comatose in his personal Hell. Suddenly, the silence was shattered. Two ambitious PTO soldiers had acquired a crystal Medium and sought him out, his legacy, while not quite legend, was impressive enough. His mind snapping back into place was excruciatingly painful, but he knew exactly how to escape. Carnelian instructed them on how to collect the dragonballs of planet Namek, and gave them his wish.
"Bring me back to the material plane."
Not quite resurrected, he woke back on his homeworld, a halo glinting above his head, an indicator of his undeath. His time in Hell had given him perspective on the actions of the Planet Trade, and how it would eventually lead to a galactic crash the like of which had never been seen. Carnelian set about founding an intelligence agency, one that would keep tabs on the more dangerous groups and individuals in the galaxy. He would keep balance; alone if he had to. And one day, he would take leadership of the PTO as his own, and drastically change it from the only seat he deserved:
The Throne.
Personality:
Bright, energetic, and witty, Carnelian's almost bouncy demeanor plays counter to what you'd normally think of from a changeling, especially one of his status. His time in Hell changed him, and while his soul hadn't been cleansed, it had been polished somewhat. However, his mood occasionally swings ice cold, his frosty glare enough to freeze those in its path.
Starting Technique:
Flight (ST)
Carnelian can fly under his own power, rocketing through sky and space.
Death Beam (CT-1)
A classic Changeling technique, the Death Beam fires a laser from your finger to pierce armor and flesh with devastating lethality and precision. Simple, Elegant, and Efficient.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Lichbolt (GUT-1)
Carnelian packs his ki into a densely concentrated orb, and launches it at his foe. The bolt will loosely track the ki signature of it's target, and when it hits it explodes into blinding light and heat in a small radius before dissipating.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Meteor Sequence (PCT-1)
Carnelian launches himself forward and slugs his opponent with a series of devastating haymaker punches.
(1-50% Damage - Physical)
Ruin Field (AT-1)
Carnelian surrounds himself in a shimmering orb of sickly red ki, before detonating his aura in a fierce flash. Foes caught within the field are burned.
(1-50% Damage - Energy)
Halflight Trigger (FT-1) ((UNAVAILABLE))
Carnelian charges his opponent, dealing a series of devastating blows, and with each punch he forces his aura into his foes. Once 100% saturation is reached, he throws his hands to the sky, lifting his opponent, before detonating his aura in a wild explosion. This leaves him unable to use ki techniques until he can catch his breath and recover.
Transformations
Carnelian cannot transform since his death. Instead, his spirit and ki grow stronger the longer he stays in the Material Plane, which then bolsters and strengthens his body. With effort, he can temporarily force his body and spirit to perform at even greater levels. His state of undeath grants him an additional 10% to all Power Level growth.
Mastered Final Form [100,000 PL Required]
[x12]
Carnelian has spent hundreds of years in his final form, and knows exactly how to bring out every ounce of power in that state. It just requires a little bit of concentration.
Super Carnelian [225,000 PL Required]
[x28]
Carnelian sends his spirit to a higher level, drawing out the mental and spiritual fortitude gained from four hundred years of isolation in limbo. His aura swirls around him like a whirlwind.
Ultra Full Power Final Form [375,000 PL Required]
[x42]
Carnelian's spirit soars, pushing his body to it's absolute limit. His upper body bulks out slightly, but not enough to impede movement. His movement is difficult to track, every step flashing him forward.
Remembered State [500,000 PL Required]
[x50]
Carnelian's body remembers it's former power, during his final living moments when his power level skyrocketed into the billions. He moves as though in a trance, a higher state of mind, his body moving with a will of it's own.
Example Roleplay:
Silence. Unnatural silence, as though all sound was being actively muffled, and all thought was suppressed. Carnelian's eyes stared upwards, through the boughs of leaves that grew from the only landmark he was allowed.
"Behold lizard, the TRUE power of the Saiyan race! I'll have your skull on my ship, and I'll find your world! I'll find it and ravage it and take all it has!"
"If you think I'm letting you leave this rock alive, monkey, then you're a greater fool than I could have hoped for."
The ground beneath them cracked and shattered as they clashed, molten rock spewing from crevasses that spanned miles, ashen smoke blanketing the planet.
Silence. The kind of silence that could drive one mad, and an introspective worse. Remembering was a struggle, but it was all he had. He didn't move, he dared not breathe, his heart was still.
"I see you've rebuilt yourself, lizard! You were UNSATISFYING the last time we fought! But this, this is more LIKE IT!"
"I see you've upgraded your vocabulary, neanderthal. If brute strength is all there is to you, then you cannot win! I am the perfect melding of biology and machine!
The saiyan was fast, fists connecting with the changeling's slight frame. But the changeling was deceptively durable and fueled by spite, and lashed back with a series of blows that forced the saiyan back.
Silence. If Carnelian could wonder, he would have wondered if there had been anything else to existence. He felt nothing. If he could wish, he would wish he could still feel pain. Anything to anchor himself to reality.
"You're PERSISTANT, I'll give you that! But our fight ENDS HERE!"
"You're absolutely right! I've entertained your lunacy for too long!
The changeling rocketed forward, dealing a series of devastating punches to the saiyan. And the saiyan's white aura took a red tinge, the crimson deepening with each strike. The changeling threw his hands to the sky, and with a cry of petulant fury, detonated his remaining ki.
"HALFLIGHT TRIGGER!"
Sile- "Hello? Can you hear me? Lord Carnelian?"
Carnelian's eyes slowly lowered, and focused forward for the first time in centuries.
"I, yes... who, are.... no, wait. Wait. You can hear me?
"Yes, Lord Carnelian! I knew this would work, we're going to-"
"Listen to me very carefully. I need you to go to planet Namek, and find a series of seven items called dragonballs. Be discreet, be courteous, and for the kai's sake don't be an asshole. Tell them you want to make a wish, and tell them that wish is to BRING ME BACK TO THE MATERIAL PLANE.
