Post by Mist on Jul 21, 2012 19:23:48 GMT -5
Name: Mistroma Dar'Kon
Alias: Mist
Race: Makyojin
Age: 115 ( equal to 21 in his race )
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral/Evil
Appearance:
Normal Form:
Personality:
Quiet and Brooding, this young makyojin approaches all with a short and normally agressive demeanor. Consistently talking down to most individuals, he considers most other races beneath him and finds their exsistance a trivial stain on histories cloth. As a result, Mist is somewhat of a Genophobe, yet his brilliant mind has matured to a degree to utilize any and all advantages that would result from 'using' the 'little ones'.
History:
Customary to the traditions of the dark clan; Mistroma Dar'Kon, heir to the clan of Sharp-Tail, was sent into space on a mission of self revelation. It was during his meditations that his ship lost control in an asteroid field and was sent hurtling into a galaxy known as the 'milky way'. When awakening from his stasis like state, the young Makyojin, only 85 at this point (in his years this was like being 12 ) found himself on the habitable green gem in the galaxy known as "Earth."
Deciding that this location was as good a place as any, the young makyojin warrior decided to begin his life amongst the earthlings. This wasn't to be an easy task however, as the young offworlder realized that his visage was almost similarly linked to that of another more dangerous adversary known as "Demon King Piccolo". This similar appearance began to cause the diminutive warrior much hassle as most earthlings ran either in fear or attacked out of hatred.
It was years of these actions that slowly harbored the darker instincts of his ancient heritage, and it was in this shadow that the young warrior began to study, through meditation, his race's connection to the shadows and their flux with the Makyo Star energy. It was this training and teachings that led the warrior into the service of the Demon King himself. This was where the tiny fighter learned how to fight, thus enlisting him within the first Demon War.
Generations passed as the tribes of the earthlings banded together to face this powerful army of demonic warriors, all following the flag of King Piccolo. It was during an invasion of the three-eyed tribe that Mistroma found his greatest adversary in the form of a young man with glasses darker than the blackest night. The two clashed, their abilities pushing each to their brink and beyond, yet neither knew that this would be the last day of the war for it was upon this day that the Demon King would be sealed away in the rice cooker by the great Master Mutaito.
The man with the glasses utilized a series of new attack styles that swiftly overwhelmed the makyojin warrior, causing him quite extensive damage, yet it was one technique imparticular that would change his life forever. The Kamehameha Wave. This individual had fired the attack at the young makyojin as he was trying to make his escape into the shadows, wounding his body quite extensively, forcing the young one into a stasis like meditative state hidden deep within the shadows of the world.
It has been 400 years since that day, and now the Makyojin Warrior returns to the earth. Many things have seemed to of changed, yet his thirst for vengeance burns brighter than the sun
Powers and Techniques:
-Flying
-Cube Fade
-Kuukanteni Punch
-Power-Ball (Makyojin Star Type)
- Shadow Cannon (Derived from Elegant Blaster): This powerful purple and black energy beam is one of Mist's custom techniques. Outstretching the arm, the makyojin warrior uses his free-hand to brace the wrist and transfer energy from the grip into the palm of his outstretched hand. The beam itself fires a large wide area and has an outer encasing of spiral energy. If focalized enough, Mist can even cause this attack to pierce and shrink via Ki-Control itself which allows him to Augment it's output and ability into two forms: Blast(Your basic beam attack; ex: Kamehameha)
Piercing (Special Beam Cannon Style).
RP Sample:
The clicking sound of footsteps echoed off the arena's empty walls. Having arrived at his own designated point of entry, the mysterious man in white had begun his short walk towards the arena center. Black dress shoes causing the recurrent sound. A plume of off-white acrid smoke flowed freely from the male's nostrils. Eyes hidden by the shadow cast by the brimm of the white fedora adorning his head, the younger shifted his head to the side, dispelling a glob of mucus upon the hallway wall. The dust of this archaic setting seemed to cause subtle irritation as thin pressed lips turned upward into a scowl.
"Dark and Empty, why does everyone always decide that it'd be a more fitting scene to die in the midst of battle in some god-forsaken coliseum! I swear, it's like there's a large "Romanesque" complex flittering about these days."
His soft voice echoed as he spoke, annoyance recognizable in his tone. Finally stepping into the open, sunlight illuminating his form, The young man set to fight on the opposite side of the arena finally revealed his appearance. Standing at Five foot Six, Mitsu Mazono looked more like a businessman than a combatant. His long white trenchcoat slightly obscured his undergarments -white vest placed over a black suit button-up with a white tie- from view. A black pin, emblazoned with a red raven was firmly attached to his black, suit shirt collar. White dress khaki's were held fast to the waist by a twin series of belts, three ammo clips on either side. Black half-gloves covered his palm and backhand, a strange adornment for the look he had going.
The white fedora, previously mentioned, sat aschew atop a matting of auburn hair. Though his appearance gave off an unarmed nature, the man himself had many things hiding beneath the folds of his overcoat. Strapped beneath his left underarm, held tight to the body by it's leather holster, sat the .454 Casull Custom known to many as "Peacemaker". It's sleek silvery polish caused it to gleam momentarily as the sun's rays passed momentarily over it's metal frame. Dangling haphazzardly at his left hip was a strange, extendable police baton. The tip of the weapon a differenty style than usual paramilitary styled batons, in the sense that it had three circular rings coating the end in a fashion similiar to what you'd see on power-lines. The last of his weapons, a long barreled semi-automatic handgun, rest comfortably in the confines of a modified short-sword sheath. It's large design would look awkward to most spectators, yet they would have no idea of it's true design and power.
Right hand reaching up to removed the cigarette from between his lips, Mazono gazed across the arena at his target. The first noticeable feature of this male was the long pointed ears, possibly a genetic mutation. His peculiar adornement reminded Mitsu of the man called Vodin, the armored goliath that also stood tall as a member of the illustrious yet highly unknown organization known as Vertex. The array of metal and cloth gave his enemy the appearance of a man lost in the fabric of time. Scoffing gently, the young auburn haired youth removed his fedora and took in the sight before him fully.
"I didn't realize it was Halloween already. Interestingly enough, you're still not the strangest dressed person I've ever met."
Eyes no longer hidden, the blue tinted gems, ensnared by a cicle of gold around the pupil, gazed narrowly at the armored figure. His pupils looked almost like serpent slits as they glared their death-gaze upon the one who had called for this arrangement. Though Mitsu did not know the reason why, he had answered the call merely because it was just another job. As usual, this was just business for him. Reaching up to replace the hat upon his head once more, the white clothed man motioned his right hand behind his back before allowing his left to fall limply at his side. It was a motion similar to a half-bow, yet without the bowing motion. This action indicated his readiness as he stood upright, allowing his enemy full view of the target before him. It was his move.
^ Taken from my Arena Fight on "TheZones"
Alias: Mist
Race: Makyojin
Age: 115 ( equal to 21 in his race )
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral/Evil
Appearance:
Normal Form:
Personality:
Quiet and Brooding, this young makyojin approaches all with a short and normally agressive demeanor. Consistently talking down to most individuals, he considers most other races beneath him and finds their exsistance a trivial stain on histories cloth. As a result, Mist is somewhat of a Genophobe, yet his brilliant mind has matured to a degree to utilize any and all advantages that would result from 'using' the 'little ones'.
History:
Customary to the traditions of the dark clan; Mistroma Dar'Kon, heir to the clan of Sharp-Tail, was sent into space on a mission of self revelation. It was during his meditations that his ship lost control in an asteroid field and was sent hurtling into a galaxy known as the 'milky way'. When awakening from his stasis like state, the young Makyojin, only 85 at this point (in his years this was like being 12 ) found himself on the habitable green gem in the galaxy known as "Earth."
Deciding that this location was as good a place as any, the young makyojin warrior decided to begin his life amongst the earthlings. This wasn't to be an easy task however, as the young offworlder realized that his visage was almost similarly linked to that of another more dangerous adversary known as "Demon King Piccolo". This similar appearance began to cause the diminutive warrior much hassle as most earthlings ran either in fear or attacked out of hatred.
It was years of these actions that slowly harbored the darker instincts of his ancient heritage, and it was in this shadow that the young warrior began to study, through meditation, his race's connection to the shadows and their flux with the Makyo Star energy. It was this training and teachings that led the warrior into the service of the Demon King himself. This was where the tiny fighter learned how to fight, thus enlisting him within the first Demon War.
Generations passed as the tribes of the earthlings banded together to face this powerful army of demonic warriors, all following the flag of King Piccolo. It was during an invasion of the three-eyed tribe that Mistroma found his greatest adversary in the form of a young man with glasses darker than the blackest night. The two clashed, their abilities pushing each to their brink and beyond, yet neither knew that this would be the last day of the war for it was upon this day that the Demon King would be sealed away in the rice cooker by the great Master Mutaito.
The man with the glasses utilized a series of new attack styles that swiftly overwhelmed the makyojin warrior, causing him quite extensive damage, yet it was one technique imparticular that would change his life forever. The Kamehameha Wave. This individual had fired the attack at the young makyojin as he was trying to make his escape into the shadows, wounding his body quite extensively, forcing the young one into a stasis like meditative state hidden deep within the shadows of the world.
It has been 400 years since that day, and now the Makyojin Warrior returns to the earth. Many things have seemed to of changed, yet his thirst for vengeance burns brighter than the sun
Powers and Techniques:
-Flying
-Cube Fade
-Kuukanteni Punch
-Power-Ball (Makyojin Star Type)
- Shadow Cannon (Derived from Elegant Blaster): This powerful purple and black energy beam is one of Mist's custom techniques. Outstretching the arm, the makyojin warrior uses his free-hand to brace the wrist and transfer energy from the grip into the palm of his outstretched hand. The beam itself fires a large wide area and has an outer encasing of spiral energy. If focalized enough, Mist can even cause this attack to pierce and shrink via Ki-Control itself which allows him to Augment it's output and ability into two forms: Blast(Your basic beam attack; ex: Kamehameha)
Piercing (Special Beam Cannon Style).
RP Sample:
The clicking sound of footsteps echoed off the arena's empty walls. Having arrived at his own designated point of entry, the mysterious man in white had begun his short walk towards the arena center. Black dress shoes causing the recurrent sound. A plume of off-white acrid smoke flowed freely from the male's nostrils. Eyes hidden by the shadow cast by the brimm of the white fedora adorning his head, the younger shifted his head to the side, dispelling a glob of mucus upon the hallway wall. The dust of this archaic setting seemed to cause subtle irritation as thin pressed lips turned upward into a scowl.
"Dark and Empty, why does everyone always decide that it'd be a more fitting scene to die in the midst of battle in some god-forsaken coliseum! I swear, it's like there's a large "Romanesque" complex flittering about these days."
His soft voice echoed as he spoke, annoyance recognizable in his tone. Finally stepping into the open, sunlight illuminating his form, The young man set to fight on the opposite side of the arena finally revealed his appearance. Standing at Five foot Six, Mitsu Mazono looked more like a businessman than a combatant. His long white trenchcoat slightly obscured his undergarments -white vest placed over a black suit button-up with a white tie- from view. A black pin, emblazoned with a red raven was firmly attached to his black, suit shirt collar. White dress khaki's were held fast to the waist by a twin series of belts, three ammo clips on either side. Black half-gloves covered his palm and backhand, a strange adornment for the look he had going.
The white fedora, previously mentioned, sat aschew atop a matting of auburn hair. Though his appearance gave off an unarmed nature, the man himself had many things hiding beneath the folds of his overcoat. Strapped beneath his left underarm, held tight to the body by it's leather holster, sat the .454 Casull Custom known to many as "Peacemaker". It's sleek silvery polish caused it to gleam momentarily as the sun's rays passed momentarily over it's metal frame. Dangling haphazzardly at his left hip was a strange, extendable police baton. The tip of the weapon a differenty style than usual paramilitary styled batons, in the sense that it had three circular rings coating the end in a fashion similiar to what you'd see on power-lines. The last of his weapons, a long barreled semi-automatic handgun, rest comfortably in the confines of a modified short-sword sheath. It's large design would look awkward to most spectators, yet they would have no idea of it's true design and power.
Right hand reaching up to removed the cigarette from between his lips, Mazono gazed across the arena at his target. The first noticeable feature of this male was the long pointed ears, possibly a genetic mutation. His peculiar adornement reminded Mitsu of the man called Vodin, the armored goliath that also stood tall as a member of the illustrious yet highly unknown organization known as Vertex. The array of metal and cloth gave his enemy the appearance of a man lost in the fabric of time. Scoffing gently, the young auburn haired youth removed his fedora and took in the sight before him fully.
"I didn't realize it was Halloween already. Interestingly enough, you're still not the strangest dressed person I've ever met."
Eyes no longer hidden, the blue tinted gems, ensnared by a cicle of gold around the pupil, gazed narrowly at the armored figure. His pupils looked almost like serpent slits as they glared their death-gaze upon the one who had called for this arrangement. Though Mitsu did not know the reason why, he had answered the call merely because it was just another job. As usual, this was just business for him. Reaching up to replace the hat upon his head once more, the white clothed man motioned his right hand behind his back before allowing his left to fall limply at his side. It was a motion similar to a half-bow, yet without the bowing motion. This action indicated his readiness as he stood upright, allowing his enemy full view of the target before him. It was his move.
^ Taken from my Arena Fight on "TheZones"
