Jul 7, 2024 0:48:29 GMT
Post by Pars on Jul 7, 2024 0:48:29 GMT
Name: Specialist Pars
Age: 25
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: SSJ4 Path
Racial Traits:
Zenkai
Warriors Pride
Saiyan Tail
Items:
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): New Saiyan Empire
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Pars is 5’ 10” and typically wears traditional Saiyan Armor without the Shoulder Pads. He is of average weight for his height and has muscle that has been toned from years of battle.
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Personality: Spc. Pars is a proud and skilled warrior. Having been a part of both Namek and Cereal invasions, he has become very adept at what he does. He can read and analyze an opponent’s fighting style, increasing his capacity for adaptability. Combat is his way of life, and he loves every second of it. The thrill of the fight, shattering your limits, and dominating those around you keeps his heart beating. The rush of a life-and-death situation gives him purpose, drive, and direction. He hopes to become the greatest fighter one day, the strongest in the universe. That, and to establish the Saiyans as the most dominant race.
His view of the saiyans is primarily driven by his view of strength, believing these words to be synonymous. In both mind and body. He is very proud of his race and has an ideal version in his head that he believes all who are like him should aspire to be. This includes hybrids, as he views them as just as Saiyan as a full-blood. Because of this, a weak Saiyan greatly disappoints him. Especially one that is comfortable in their weakness.
He is a slightly more progressive Saiyan compared to those before him, not blind to the potential of humans, namekians, etc. Ironically, it actually fuels his disdain for their civilizations, as they don’t even attempt to harness the power they can wield. Because of this, he greatly appreciates and respects non-Saiyans who are just as hungry for strength as he is. He expects those who don’t belong to a warrior race such as him to be weak-willed and weak-minded, so it is easier for them to impress him than a Saiyan would.
He believes that the strong survive, and that the strong should decimate the weak and rule over them. As the strongest warrior race in the universe, it is only fitting that he aids his empire in their conquest. Pars’s true personality comes out whenever he fights. He’s a nonstop fighting machine who will stop at practically nothing for victory. He shows A LOT of passion and excitement during this time. Outside of combat, he is more serious, only really interested in discovering new ways to become stronger.
History: Pars has been in the game since he was a child. Born to two Saiyan Low Class Warriors, he had known what it was like to be on the bottom all too well. Always being coddled, being treated like he was made of nothing but glass. His weakness always bothered him, and he would spend most of his life trying to bring himself out of it. Before he could even speak full sentences he was in the training room, constantly trying to improve his skill set. He’d fight anyone willing: Low Class, Elites, it didn’t matter. He may have been born trash, but he’d be damned if he let it stay that way.
When he went out on missions, he’d always see it as an opportunity to test his might against the strongest among whatever his adversaries would be. His efforts would occasionally become so extreme to the point where his superiors would sometimes consider him to be suicidal. There were more than a few instances where he almost met his end from pushing a little too hard. When asked about his efforts, his rule of life was “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”
As he entered his teenage years, Pars’s parents would remind him that it was not just important to carry physical might but to have a sharp mind as well. This was not out of love, as the familial attachment wasn’t that common among Saiyans, but more because they didn’t want their son to embarrass them. He is carrying on their legacy, after all.
And so when he was recovering from his injuries, he’d go over previous battles' strategies and hang out in the training arena to observe sparring matches against more experienced Saiyans. Now in his adult years, this knowledge would carry him into great success during the siege of Namek where, along with the squad he had recently been assigned to, demonstrated just how much he had grown after all his time. His efforts were noticed, and he was promoted from Private First Class to Specialist.
Planet Cereal and Planet Namek were night and day. The Namekians were just nomads and hardly consisted of real warriors. Cerealians were clever, strong, and had one gimmicky ability. Dealing with their specialized visual prowess proved to be a difficult endeavor to overcome. On top of that, a recruit joined their squad and they had trouble working with him as a result.. Pars was a little peeved, feeling as if the broken dynamic was holding him back, but he still found a way to get something out of the experience. He ended up being swiftly defeated by the stronger Cerealians, almost dying, but not without taking the lives of some of the weaker ones. His defeat weighed on him heavily, as he realized he still had a lot to learn and had not even come CLOSE to reaching his true potential. Now, he is on the way to reach his goal: To become the strongest warrior in the universe!
Techniques:
[ST1] Ki Sense: Pars can sense Ki!
[ST1] Oozaru Mastery: Pars can control himself in his Oozaru form!
[ST1] Tail Mastery: Pars has trained his tail, so he is no longer affected by the tail weakness!
[ST1] Flight: Pars can use his Ki to fly!
[OT1] Oozaru Roar: Pars lets out a roar reminiscent of Oozaru, sending a concussive shockwave towards his opponent!
[OT1] Beetroot Blast: With a single hand, Pars fires a bright green energy beam from the palm of his hand!
Roleplay Sample:
Pars woke up in a healing pod back on Vegeta after the invasion of Planet Cereal. He was a little startled, as he had almost forgotten where he was. He had been in here for hours due to the severity of his injuries. Now, it was only a matter of time before the timer would run out and he would be released. Remembering the battle alone had his heart pick up a few beats. He felt like he could still feel the impact of their Ki blasts on his vital organs. It was a miracle he was still alive.
Dammit! I can’t believe I let myself get caught up in their sharpshooting! He thought, chastising himself for being careless. He had been getting used to their incredible accuracy moments before he went out. Next time, he needed to be faster. Stronger. He clenched his fists in frustration, infuriated that he had to even consider a rematch. He should have defeated them the first time. Once he got out, he was going to have to put himself through a serious workout. The saiyans are only as strong as their weakest link, and it would NOT be him.
I probably would have had a better performance if that idiot hadn’t gotten in my way… He thought resentfully, thinking of the new guy who joined their ranks. However, he immediately shoved that thought away, refusing to make excuses for himself. He refused to take on a weakling’s mentality.
No! That’s not it. Even with that buffoon, I should have had a far greater outcome. If one person is all it takes to throw me off my center, then I’m not fit for battle on ANY level! I failed, that’s all there is to it.
The healing pod then made a beeping sound signaling that his recovery had been completed. The liquid drained from his pod moments before opening up automatically, allowing him to exit freely. Pars grunted as he shamefully stepped out and shut the door behind him, sliding on his Saiyan Armor that he found piled up to the side. He had to visit his squadmates for a debrief first to get himself up to speed and then he’d immediately hit the training room after. His stomach growled, but he couldn’t even eat with this loss plaguing his mind. He’d consider it a punishment, a painful reminder of what happens when he’s not good enough.