Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2012 8:16:26 GMT -5
:Name:
Iriko
:Race:
Namekian
:Gender:
A
:Age:
576
:Aura color:
Purple
:Appearance:
Iriko looks the same as any Namekian his age would look: his skin has grown dim, so that its hue is close to gray than the typical Namekian green, and it is beset with countless wrinkles, especially at the forehead, the eyes, and cheeks. His head, as is custom for Namekians his age, has begun to elongate in the back, as well.
Likewise, his body has grown thin, frail, even. Long gone are the ripe, fibrous muscles of his youth. Instead, his frame is lithe, wiry... weak. His clothing is atypically for Namekians in so far as compared to other Namekians. However, should an outsider or alien look at his clothing, it would still be considered "Namekian" in style.
He wears a thick crimson wrap that snakes around his head like a turban but also around the lower portion of his face, his throat, and his collar and shoulders, trailing behind him like a scarf or a cape. Beneath this he wears a beige long-sleeved gi, crimson sash, and white pants that taper just above the ankle. He also wears standard Namekian ankle-high boots.
Last, but certainly not least, his eyes. Though one glance will tell you is indeed an old soul with a withered body, his eyes still possess the sheen, intellect, energy, and cunning of a Namekian a tenth his age. As his body has grown lesser, his spirit has compensated...
:Techniques:
:Starting Planet:
Namek
:History:
"Five hundred years... Almost six. And yet, here I am, reduced to creeping around my own planet, hiding in the shadows like some sort of diminutive villain. I am one of the oldest Namekians alive! Far greater and wiser than the so-called "Elders". Well, who needs them? To Hell with their council and their Dragonballs, their clans and their castes! I certainly don't need them. Never have, never will. Oh, but they'll need me. Yes, yes, they'll see. They'll come crawling back, begging! I'll make sure of it. Only Iriko the wise can offer the path to salvation. It is through my leadership that Namek will truly prosper!"
Born in the year 1230, Iriko {lit. Dried Sea Slug} was of the warrior-caste in what would eventually become the Demon Clan. However, you could say that he was "ahead of his time". His narcissism and cynicism, especially in regards to the other races in the galaxy were considered uncharacteristic of a Namekian. He was even considered "evil", though in truth all he wanted was to make sure Namek was protected. It was no secret that in the past their planet and people had been wronged - taken advantage of by evil tyrants or anyone who had the power to do so. Long gone were the times when simple farming and spiritualism could keep them content or safe!
And so, he trained - not just to defend, but to conquer - and plotted. To him, invasion and war was only inevitable. While the other Namekians focused on the purer aspects of mysticism, such as healing, Iriko sought the destructive properties. In his eyes, if he had to be "evil" to protect his people, then it was a worthy sacrifice. If he had to make his brothers hate him, fine, so long as they were alive and thriving to be able to hate him in the first place! Forsaking himself in the eyes of his entire race was a choice that pained him, but also one that inflated his ego, giving him a martyr complex. To Iriko, it was their loss, but one that he was sure they would come to regret and ultimately thank Iriko for... one they would beg forgiveness for.
But as years turned to decades, no thanks came. No great conflict tore at the very fabric of Namek. No evil tyrant slaughtered his people or threatened them with enslavement. There was no vindication for the dark road Iriko had chosen, and yet still traveled farther down. He became spiteful and bitter. The other Namekians, always seeking to give just one more chance for redemption, chose to overlook his nature for as long as they could, but soon Iriko was living in a secluded section of the village. He spent entire days without contact with the others, though he hardly noticed. He had become so involved in the dark sorcery and training that had already corrupted his mind that he didn't even notice the village was abandoned. His brothers, the very same Namekians that he chose to destroy himself over in order to protect (and lead) had left him to his own devices, moving the entire village!
The ungrateful bastards! Acting as if they were so much better than him because they studied pacifism. As if anyone would actually believe that. Pacifists don't learn to harness their ki. They don't train. Pacifists don't maintain a warrior caste! They were just pigheaded elitists that denied to themselves what they really were by calling it something else. Self-defense was violence all the same. Iriko was liberated by embracing it.
Still, a Namekian left to himself for years and decades and ultimately centuries is bound to lose a step or two. His grasp on reality wavered. His moral compass was long gone, as he had taken to fantasizing the most violent ways of dealing with the "traitors", as he called them. Nothing phased him, morally speaking. After murdering so many of the animals and wild life around him, even they too avoided him. Plants around him withered.
By 1807 he had turned his unkempt hut into a cavity, an infection, a pit of loathing and malice that was a blight upon all of Namek. And though he had tapped into the powers that made a "Super Namekian" through sorcery and black magic - something he originally had decent intentions for, which were to protect and lead his people - , the years had sapped him of almost all of what he was, leaving him a withered, bitter, and borderline-insane, but most of all, lonely old Namekian.
Still, as news of a World Trade Organization, space pirates, and the collapse of a universal treaty encroach, he is left with many possibilities as to engineer a scenario in which the Namekian people once again need him. Left to his own devices, this wicked old Namekian has begun to plot once again!
:Items:
200x Zenie
2x Senzu Beans
1x One-Use Space Pod
Iriko
:Race:
Namekian
:Gender:
A
:Age:
576
:Aura color:
Purple
:Appearance:
Iriko looks the same as any Namekian his age would look: his skin has grown dim, so that its hue is close to gray than the typical Namekian green, and it is beset with countless wrinkles, especially at the forehead, the eyes, and cheeks. His head, as is custom for Namekians his age, has begun to elongate in the back, as well.
Likewise, his body has grown thin, frail, even. Long gone are the ripe, fibrous muscles of his youth. Instead, his frame is lithe, wiry... weak. His clothing is atypically for Namekians in so far as compared to other Namekians. However, should an outsider or alien look at his clothing, it would still be considered "Namekian" in style.
He wears a thick crimson wrap that snakes around his head like a turban but also around the lower portion of his face, his throat, and his collar and shoulders, trailing behind him like a scarf or a cape. Beneath this he wears a beige long-sleeved gi, crimson sash, and white pants that taper just above the ankle. He also wears standard Namekian ankle-high boots.
Last, but certainly not least, his eyes. Though one glance will tell you is indeed an old soul with a withered body, his eyes still possess the sheen, intellect, energy, and cunning of a Namekian a tenth his age. As his body has grown lesser, his spirit has compensated...
:Techniques:
- Bukujutsu: The ability to fly with one's ki.
- Eye Beams: Two thin beams similar to Death Beams fired from the eyes.
- Saimin No Jutsu: Used to hypnotize someone and affect his or her mind. Can be used to various extents at higher powers, but can only be used to distract at lower levels.
:Starting Planet:
Namek
:History:
"Five hundred years... Almost six. And yet, here I am, reduced to creeping around my own planet, hiding in the shadows like some sort of diminutive villain. I am one of the oldest Namekians alive! Far greater and wiser than the so-called "Elders". Well, who needs them? To Hell with their council and their Dragonballs, their clans and their castes! I certainly don't need them. Never have, never will. Oh, but they'll need me. Yes, yes, they'll see. They'll come crawling back, begging! I'll make sure of it. Only Iriko the wise can offer the path to salvation. It is through my leadership that Namek will truly prosper!"
Born in the year 1230, Iriko {lit. Dried Sea Slug} was of the warrior-caste in what would eventually become the Demon Clan. However, you could say that he was "ahead of his time". His narcissism and cynicism, especially in regards to the other races in the galaxy were considered uncharacteristic of a Namekian. He was even considered "evil", though in truth all he wanted was to make sure Namek was protected. It was no secret that in the past their planet and people had been wronged - taken advantage of by evil tyrants or anyone who had the power to do so. Long gone were the times when simple farming and spiritualism could keep them content or safe!
And so, he trained - not just to defend, but to conquer - and plotted. To him, invasion and war was only inevitable. While the other Namekians focused on the purer aspects of mysticism, such as healing, Iriko sought the destructive properties. In his eyes, if he had to be "evil" to protect his people, then it was a worthy sacrifice. If he had to make his brothers hate him, fine, so long as they were alive and thriving to be able to hate him in the first place! Forsaking himself in the eyes of his entire race was a choice that pained him, but also one that inflated his ego, giving him a martyr complex. To Iriko, it was their loss, but one that he was sure they would come to regret and ultimately thank Iriko for... one they would beg forgiveness for.
But as years turned to decades, no thanks came. No great conflict tore at the very fabric of Namek. No evil tyrant slaughtered his people or threatened them with enslavement. There was no vindication for the dark road Iriko had chosen, and yet still traveled farther down. He became spiteful and bitter. The other Namekians, always seeking to give just one more chance for redemption, chose to overlook his nature for as long as they could, but soon Iriko was living in a secluded section of the village. He spent entire days without contact with the others, though he hardly noticed. He had become so involved in the dark sorcery and training that had already corrupted his mind that he didn't even notice the village was abandoned. His brothers, the very same Namekians that he chose to destroy himself over in order to protect (and lead) had left him to his own devices, moving the entire village!
The ungrateful bastards! Acting as if they were so much better than him because they studied pacifism. As if anyone would actually believe that. Pacifists don't learn to harness their ki. They don't train. Pacifists don't maintain a warrior caste! They were just pigheaded elitists that denied to themselves what they really were by calling it something else. Self-defense was violence all the same. Iriko was liberated by embracing it.
Still, a Namekian left to himself for years and decades and ultimately centuries is bound to lose a step or two. His grasp on reality wavered. His moral compass was long gone, as he had taken to fantasizing the most violent ways of dealing with the "traitors", as he called them. Nothing phased him, morally speaking. After murdering so many of the animals and wild life around him, even they too avoided him. Plants around him withered.
By 1807 he had turned his unkempt hut into a cavity, an infection, a pit of loathing and malice that was a blight upon all of Namek. And though he had tapped into the powers that made a "Super Namekian" through sorcery and black magic - something he originally had decent intentions for, which were to protect and lead his people - , the years had sapped him of almost all of what he was, leaving him a withered, bitter, and borderline-insane, but most of all, lonely old Namekian.
Still, as news of a World Trade Organization, space pirates, and the collapse of a universal treaty encroach, he is left with many possibilities as to engineer a scenario in which the Namekian people once again need him. Left to his own devices, this wicked old Namekian has begun to plot once again!
:Items:
200x Zenie
2x Senzu Beans
1x One-Use Space Pod
