Jul 8, 2024 2:15:59 GMT
Post by Garruk on Jul 8, 2024 2:15:59 GMT
Name:Brumal
Nick Name:Garruk
Age:27
Starting Planet: Earth
Race:Freiza race (Changling)
Transformation Path: evolution mastery path
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength: The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. Given their natural strength and forms that reduce their power, they gain advantages to using their inferior transformation:
15% additional gains while in First Form.
10% additional gains while in Second Form.
5% additional gains while in Third Form.
Once a Changeling reaches a power level of 200,000, this racial becomes obsolete.
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.
Weighted Effects: Changeling 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%) Though, they excel further while training under gravity. (10% increases on all training done in a gravity chamber.)
Items:N/A
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional):N/a
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Standing at a measly four feet and three inches he appears as a rather diminutive figure when compared to the galactic standard and even on the smaller side of things when compared to most of his race. With a white and purple palate for his bio armor Garruk is often compared to Lord Freiza of the past making him popular with suitors despite no connection to the blood line.
Personality: The young changeling keeps most of his thought close to his chest and with those who have managed to build some form of friendship with. Often keeping to himself in the few social events he was required to attend growing up as the heir of the household but on rare occasions he has been known to open up if the subject is one of his interests. Often seeming to transform as he rushes to share his thoughts on the subject with people outside of his friend group. This has led to some embarrassing moments of his young life.
Garruk has always been known for being prideful, although not to the point of arrogance. What he takes pride in has changed greatly over time, while originally in the grandeur of his Changeling race, the betrayal of the PTO has made him see the sinful nature of his people and made him look beyond the privilege he had while growing up. Now he earnestly trains his martial might, a substitute for the faith lost during his worlds fall.
Flaw: Garruk is a figure that at one point had a great many privileges as the son of a noble and has without a doubt it has left a mark on his personality. In particular he is used to having authority over others and has been obeyed for most of his young life. While normally kept in check after watching his noble house burn it can still come out at moments, he least expects it. Stress, anger, exhaustion and something as simple as hunger can make him forget himself as he snaps out a command in anger that he expects carried out without any back talk. Even when it's not someone under his command, a trait that has more than once caused him trouble. Normally he can catch himself in the act to apologize for his actions, however when irrational he may defend his choices till his mind clears.
Flaw 2: While Garruk has grown accustomed to being the shortest in the room, he delights in being near those shorter than himself. Thankfully he shows very little of his thoughts on the matter, only those who have known him for a long time able to sense is quiet excitement.
Flaw 3: A work alcoholic, Garruk often ignore his needs and keeps powering though his office duties or whatever work is currently required at the moment. If not for his second in command and a few select friends Garruk might work himself to an early death. As such Garruk has only a few hobbies and can be a little dense when it comes to social interactions about popular subjects outside of work.
Virtue Stoic: Garruk has spent much of his life training or being tutored into being the next head of his house. This tough mental and physical training has taught him to keep his emotions to only those that are close to him. When on a task he will carry onto till it's finished, or he thinks it is a lost cause.
History:
House Brumal was a minor noble house whose only notable feat was creating the perfect outpost to refuel and service ships on the edge of PTO territory. As a key world in maintaining power in the area the house was afforded many clients in order to maintain their wealth.
Initially Garruk was of weak health due to being premature and was thought to not make it past his first year. It was only after his first year that he was finally given a name and made an official heir to the house. It was then that his family started his noble education, a regiment of what was deemed higher learning that taught him privately though many carefully selected tutors. It was here that he was reunited with the nurse that had helped bring him into this world, a low class Saiyan warrior that had worked for his family most of her life. It was she that helped grow his warrior spirit, and perhaps most of all kept him from going down the path much of his kind do.
Bonding with his new mentor Garruk spent as much time as he could training with the aging woman, growing his strength till her was stronger than that of even his oldest of brothers. With his strength he was often sent to quell unrest in their territory, the young changeling spending much more time among the commoners then his brothers and developing a strong sense of responsibility that much of his family did not share.
Just when it seemed the young changeling might inherit the head of the house tragedy struck, a jealous rival attacked their world with the intent of taking the vital location as their own. It was only due to luck that Garruk was not in the capital that day and was not killed in the initial attack, giving him time to rally a defense and repel the invaders form their now badly burned world. With the defense a success Garruk entreated the PTO for aid in rebuilding the vital world and to bring his attackers to justice, a request that would be ignored.
The bitterness at the betrayal of his own government fueled his anger and resentment toward the PTO forcing the young new leader to abandon his world. Gathering what remained of his people the young leader escaped through space, but not before destroying his world so the PTO could rebuild it. His small fleet of mostly transport ships traveled through space for roughly 16 months, keeping to furthest reaches of space as they looked for a new home. Over time they found other refugees and accepted them as their own, even those form races outside of their own.
Eventually they discovered earth, a newly budding world that could take his people in and help him create a new destiny for his small fleet of refugees. Though a series of loopholes and deals with men of power Garruk was able to get permission for his people to settle on earth, in exchange he would provide as much PTO tech as he could as well as assist in the planets defense should it come that. A deal he was more than happy to agree with in exchange for the chance for the young leader to finally have a place and more importantly a world to call home again.
[OT1] Honor's Death: A set of swift strikes designed harry the targets sight before moving in for the viper like death blow with his tail, the longer appendage striking form what would normally be outside of Garruk's range.(stam)
[OT1] Oath keeper: Placing his hand on his chest Garruk quickly gathers energy directly from his heart, its dark blue energy gathering in a sphere before he throws his hand forward in a fierce energy blast. (Ki)
[DT1] Oath guard: Gathering energy in both of his bio crystal's Garruk emits a small barrier of purple ki directly in front of him, warding the small changeling form attacks. (ki)
[DT1] Honor Guard: Using his abnormal body and small size Garruk moves in a serpentine motion to avoid an attack, his smaller body moving directly out of the way or diverting enough of the blows energy to slide right off his bio armor.
[ST1] Flight: Uses his ki and telekinetic powers to fly in abnormal ways.
[ST1] Physic potential: Latent physic potential remains untapped inside Garruk and is only now being tapped into by the small Changling. Able to telepathically speak to those willing as long as he is touching them and move small rocks with his mind.
The dull throb only seemed to grow as the night grew longer, a every steady reminder that he was long overdue to rest as the pain behind his right ocular region signaled an impending migraine. With a sigh he leaned back in his gravity chair, the bio armored furniture leaning back with him as he rubbed his temple. He knew that he would need to drop by the infirmary before bed or he would be stuck nursing his head in the morning due to overwork in the morning. Something he could not afford so close to landing on earth, his thoughts once again returning to the task at hand as he mentally told himself just one more before turning in for the night.
Leaning forward again Garruk looked over the paper in front of him, its small letters blurring in and out of focus as he read the small print. The document in front of him was a record of each civilian, military and refugee abord his fleet. It detailed things like housing needs for each race, as well as their dietary needs as some races could survive entirely on water like the Namakan's or need vast amounts of food that could feed a large family just for one individual Saiyan. The long list was necessary in order figure out just how much they would need to procure form the earthlings and just how much they would need to ration.
In all honesty Garruk thought the food problem was by far the more pressing issue of the two. It was fairly hard to grow food in space without having dedicated ships for it and even then, it was a costly endeavor to do so. His ships made such a thing impossible as many of them were barely able to make the journey to earth, the once advanced space craft holding on by nothing but hope and prayer at this point as refuges were packed inside. The good news was that most if not all of the ships could be decommissioned on reaching earth and be made into housing. The parts that were still good could be sold to the earth government and as a way to fulfill their part of the bargain.
With a sigh he rubbed yet again as his eyes as the pages begun to blur in front of him again, the numbers of each race moving out of focus and seeming to stay there for the moment. Despite this Garruk already knew how many of each race were among the ships, the numbers were not quite working out as it would seem he would have a food shortage within two weeks of reach earth. He probably could make it without the damn Saiyan's massive food intake, the damn monkeys nearly counting for half the food cost despite being a mere ten percent of the population of nearly two thousand.
Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but Garruk smiled at the thought of just throwing them out on arrival, the barbarian like race deserved no less. It was a thought that he squashed mere moment later as he suddenly questioned what the hell he was thinking, knowing damn well they were like other race and able to choose their lot in life. Hell, he had been raised by one and even went so far to consider her his adoptive mother, a fact that would have made him a pariah back in the PTO.
With a sigh his thought went to Beata, the graying Saiyan with a temper to match anyone in hell. If there was one person that he feared it was her,despite her inability to harm him anymore. "Angry old coot needs to retir...." he started off before looking up at the half open door across the room, a familiar shadow appearing on the floor forcing Garruk to freeze in fear.
"Wait I was ju..!" the only works the small changing could get out before the angry old coot got him in a choke hold and started to drag him away.
Nick Name:Garruk
Age:27
Starting Planet: Earth
Race:Freiza race (Changling)
Transformation Path: evolution mastery path
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength: The Changeling race is naturally very powerful. It takes them less effort to become stronger than most. Given their natural strength and forms that reduce their power, they gain advantages to using their inferior transformation:
15% additional gains while in First Form.
10% additional gains while in Second Form.
5% additional gains while in Third Form.
Once a Changeling reaches a power level of 200,000, this racial becomes obsolete.
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.
Weighted Effects: Changeling 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%) Though, they excel further while training under gravity. (10% increases on all training done in a gravity chamber.)
Items:N/A
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional):N/a
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: Standing at a measly four feet and three inches he appears as a rather diminutive figure when compared to the galactic standard and even on the smaller side of things when compared to most of his race. With a white and purple palate for his bio armor Garruk is often compared to Lord Freiza of the past making him popular with suitors despite no connection to the blood line.
Personality: The young changeling keeps most of his thought close to his chest and with those who have managed to build some form of friendship with. Often keeping to himself in the few social events he was required to attend growing up as the heir of the household but on rare occasions he has been known to open up if the subject is one of his interests. Often seeming to transform as he rushes to share his thoughts on the subject with people outside of his friend group. This has led to some embarrassing moments of his young life.
Garruk has always been known for being prideful, although not to the point of arrogance. What he takes pride in has changed greatly over time, while originally in the grandeur of his Changeling race, the betrayal of the PTO has made him see the sinful nature of his people and made him look beyond the privilege he had while growing up. Now he earnestly trains his martial might, a substitute for the faith lost during his worlds fall.
Flaw: Garruk is a figure that at one point had a great many privileges as the son of a noble and has without a doubt it has left a mark on his personality. In particular he is used to having authority over others and has been obeyed for most of his young life. While normally kept in check after watching his noble house burn it can still come out at moments, he least expects it. Stress, anger, exhaustion and something as simple as hunger can make him forget himself as he snaps out a command in anger that he expects carried out without any back talk. Even when it's not someone under his command, a trait that has more than once caused him trouble. Normally he can catch himself in the act to apologize for his actions, however when irrational he may defend his choices till his mind clears.
Flaw 2: While Garruk has grown accustomed to being the shortest in the room, he delights in being near those shorter than himself. Thankfully he shows very little of his thoughts on the matter, only those who have known him for a long time able to sense is quiet excitement.
Flaw 3: A work alcoholic, Garruk often ignore his needs and keeps powering though his office duties or whatever work is currently required at the moment. If not for his second in command and a few select friends Garruk might work himself to an early death. As such Garruk has only a few hobbies and can be a little dense when it comes to social interactions about popular subjects outside of work.
Virtue Stoic: Garruk has spent much of his life training or being tutored into being the next head of his house. This tough mental and physical training has taught him to keep his emotions to only those that are close to him. When on a task he will carry onto till it's finished, or he thinks it is a lost cause.
History:
House Brumal was a minor noble house whose only notable feat was creating the perfect outpost to refuel and service ships on the edge of PTO territory. As a key world in maintaining power in the area the house was afforded many clients in order to maintain their wealth.
Initially Garruk was of weak health due to being premature and was thought to not make it past his first year. It was only after his first year that he was finally given a name and made an official heir to the house. It was then that his family started his noble education, a regiment of what was deemed higher learning that taught him privately though many carefully selected tutors. It was here that he was reunited with the nurse that had helped bring him into this world, a low class Saiyan warrior that had worked for his family most of her life. It was she that helped grow his warrior spirit, and perhaps most of all kept him from going down the path much of his kind do.
Bonding with his new mentor Garruk spent as much time as he could training with the aging woman, growing his strength till her was stronger than that of even his oldest of brothers. With his strength he was often sent to quell unrest in their territory, the young changeling spending much more time among the commoners then his brothers and developing a strong sense of responsibility that much of his family did not share.
Just when it seemed the young changeling might inherit the head of the house tragedy struck, a jealous rival attacked their world with the intent of taking the vital location as their own. It was only due to luck that Garruk was not in the capital that day and was not killed in the initial attack, giving him time to rally a defense and repel the invaders form their now badly burned world. With the defense a success Garruk entreated the PTO for aid in rebuilding the vital world and to bring his attackers to justice, a request that would be ignored.
The bitterness at the betrayal of his own government fueled his anger and resentment toward the PTO forcing the young new leader to abandon his world. Gathering what remained of his people the young leader escaped through space, but not before destroying his world so the PTO could rebuild it. His small fleet of mostly transport ships traveled through space for roughly 16 months, keeping to furthest reaches of space as they looked for a new home. Over time they found other refugees and accepted them as their own, even those form races outside of their own.
Eventually they discovered earth, a newly budding world that could take his people in and help him create a new destiny for his small fleet of refugees. Though a series of loopholes and deals with men of power Garruk was able to get permission for his people to settle on earth, in exchange he would provide as much PTO tech as he could as well as assist in the planets defense should it come that. A deal he was more than happy to agree with in exchange for the chance for the young leader to finally have a place and more importantly a world to call home again.
[OT1] Honor's Death: A set of swift strikes designed harry the targets sight before moving in for the viper like death blow with his tail, the longer appendage striking form what would normally be outside of Garruk's range.(stam)
[OT1] Oath keeper: Placing his hand on his chest Garruk quickly gathers energy directly from his heart, its dark blue energy gathering in a sphere before he throws his hand forward in a fierce energy blast. (Ki)
[DT1] Oath guard: Gathering energy in both of his bio crystal's Garruk emits a small barrier of purple ki directly in front of him, warding the small changeling form attacks. (ki)
[DT1] Honor Guard: Using his abnormal body and small size Garruk moves in a serpentine motion to avoid an attack, his smaller body moving directly out of the way or diverting enough of the blows energy to slide right off his bio armor.
[ST1] Flight: Uses his ki and telekinetic powers to fly in abnormal ways.
[ST1] Physic potential: Latent physic potential remains untapped inside Garruk and is only now being tapped into by the small Changling. Able to telepathically speak to those willing as long as he is touching them and move small rocks with his mind.
The dull throb only seemed to grow as the night grew longer, a every steady reminder that he was long overdue to rest as the pain behind his right ocular region signaled an impending migraine. With a sigh he leaned back in his gravity chair, the bio armored furniture leaning back with him as he rubbed his temple. He knew that he would need to drop by the infirmary before bed or he would be stuck nursing his head in the morning due to overwork in the morning. Something he could not afford so close to landing on earth, his thoughts once again returning to the task at hand as he mentally told himself just one more before turning in for the night.
Leaning forward again Garruk looked over the paper in front of him, its small letters blurring in and out of focus as he read the small print. The document in front of him was a record of each civilian, military and refugee abord his fleet. It detailed things like housing needs for each race, as well as their dietary needs as some races could survive entirely on water like the Namakan's or need vast amounts of food that could feed a large family just for one individual Saiyan. The long list was necessary in order figure out just how much they would need to procure form the earthlings and just how much they would need to ration.
In all honesty Garruk thought the food problem was by far the more pressing issue of the two. It was fairly hard to grow food in space without having dedicated ships for it and even then, it was a costly endeavor to do so. His ships made such a thing impossible as many of them were barely able to make the journey to earth, the once advanced space craft holding on by nothing but hope and prayer at this point as refuges were packed inside. The good news was that most if not all of the ships could be decommissioned on reaching earth and be made into housing. The parts that were still good could be sold to the earth government and as a way to fulfill their part of the bargain.
With a sigh he rubbed yet again as his eyes as the pages begun to blur in front of him again, the numbers of each race moving out of focus and seeming to stay there for the moment. Despite this Garruk already knew how many of each race were among the ships, the numbers were not quite working out as it would seem he would have a food shortage within two weeks of reach earth. He probably could make it without the damn Saiyan's massive food intake, the damn monkeys nearly counting for half the food cost despite being a mere ten percent of the population of nearly two thousand.
Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, but Garruk smiled at the thought of just throwing them out on arrival, the barbarian like race deserved no less. It was a thought that he squashed mere moment later as he suddenly questioned what the hell he was thinking, knowing damn well they were like other race and able to choose their lot in life. Hell, he had been raised by one and even went so far to consider her his adoptive mother, a fact that would have made him a pariah back in the PTO.
With a sigh his thought went to Beata, the graying Saiyan with a temper to match anyone in hell. If there was one person that he feared it was her,despite her inability to harm him anymore. "Angry old coot needs to retir...." he started off before looking up at the half open door across the room, a familiar shadow appearing on the floor forcing Garruk to freeze in fear.
"Wait I was ju..!" the only works the small changing could get out before the angry old coot got him in a choke hold and started to drag him away.