Post by Ericnox on Dec 27, 2012 15:47:32 GMT -5
Name: Ericnox
Alias: Eric, The Saiyan Warmachine
Race:Saiyan
Age: "26"
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil (Like Vegeta at the start)
Appearance: Ericnox stands at a whopping 6'1" and weighs in at 260lbs of solid Saiyan Muscle. His hair is unkempt and rather untreated for the most part. Unlike many Saiyan's and warriors in general, he doesn't wear the normal armor, instead prefering his own armor. The Armor itself is made of metals from worlds he has been on, and the dagger at his back is made from steel forged on the Original Planet Vegeta.
Personality: Ericnox is a soldier, pure and simple, but one with some form of morals. Ericnox when in a relaxed setting laughs, enjoys a friendly challenge (arm wrestling being his favorite), and food, like all Saiyans. When in battle he seems to be a different, dangerous person. He shows little pity or remorse for his foes, crushing them quickly and mercilessly... Unless they are truely unable to defend themselves.
If a foe is truely helpless and would never stand a chance, they are almost ignored by the Saiyan. Civilian populations are not seen as first targets, instead moving against the military factions first and foremost. Beyond this, he is simply an engine of death and destruction.
History: Ericnox was born in 713 of the common age, during the time that the Saiyans had been banished to outer wastes of the Planet Plant. He born of average standing, to a low class family even among the displaced. His family had been small, but they each had been strong and able to survive in the wilds.
When he reached age seven, that is when things took a turn for the better... In a way. The war between the Saiyans and the Tuffles had started, and no Saiyan had been left out if they could fight. His family, all the saiyans, had been gearing up for war, for this very point in the history of the world. Combat training, energy use, and physical endurance training to push them to their limits over and over again.
At the age of ten he was already involved in battles, all across the world to weaken the holds on Tuffle military. He tasted defeat first, being captured by the Tuffles and taken to a prison upon a military base. He had been injuried, but he wasn't that badly hurt, not compared to many. The Tuffle technology was amazing on the outside, but Eric quickly learned it was like the hide of a beast, tough shell, but weak innards.
They all had been fed, and Eric watched the movements of their soldiers. They had been given enough to live off, but not each to put them back to full strength. The Saiyans had been moving against the area for nearly three days, and Eric was being transported to the medical ward to look over his wounds.
Once within the medical ward, he was unlocked to be moved from area to the next. This slip up was enough, they expected him to be slower, weaker, easier to control. As soon as his hands went free, he grabbed the dagger on the tuffle's hip, pulling it quickly and cutting the throat of the closest soldier, the one he stole it from looking in shock as it was stabbed into his face. The doctor screamed out, running towards an emergency call button, but Eric used some of the little energy he had to blast that, and move quickly back towards his cell area.
If he had waited a bit longer, things might have been different. Several Saiyan warriors had already broken the lines, pushing though the Tuffle base and arriving within the prison, setting free their fellows and ordering them back behind the lines to heal and eat. There was no dishonor to be found here, it was a simple loss at the hands of their foes.
Each year the war dragged on, Eric was on the front lines, fighting to the last and killing as many of the Tuffle forces as he could. The Saiyans started to notice this, seeing his tenacity, his ability to overcome odds, and above all, willingness to strike out on his own to hit targets that show themselves. At the age of sixteen he was gifted with the honor of being given the Royal Seal. In the society of the primitive Saiyans, this was an honor above all things. Attaching this to his belt, he continued in his quest to aid the Saiyan Empire, and spending time in the lands of the Tuffles, he had taken a more of a personal hate towards this race.
Shortly after he turned seventeen years old, the end of the war arrived, the full moon had arrived. He didn't remember all of it, but could pick out bit and pieces of this event, saying that like some Saiyans, he wasn't able to direct the Oozaru, but he had vague memories of what had transpired. The final battle had been bloody, but it was over in a single night.
When alien visitors arrived, and the Saiyans started to work for them, he was among the first to reach out to other worlds, making sure to find ones that had been high risk, but keeping himself a bit of a secret, he still showed his own form of mercy, as he had done with the Tuffles so long ago. Unlike in most universes Planet Vegeta was not blown up, instead the race was put under control by the tyrant Frieza, with the king being controlled with threats against his family. While most worlds this would have caused and uprising, this King Vegeta was more terrified of Frieza and didn't wish to stand against him, simply keeping his troops in check and slowing missions for the more powerful ones.
To him, targets included planet guardians, military, weapon depots, everything he could that would be able to fight back he ruined, allowing smaller groups of civilians the ability to flee into space, lacking that level of technology, he put them out of their suffering, better death than enslavement. He was quick with his actions on worlds, not wanting to be on any worlds longer than he needed to, wishing to return to his home world quickly.
This however, wasn't always reflected in his actions. As the old customs said, he could be challenged. Despite his sense of honor and pride in his race, when he was challenged he almost never used dirty or underhanded combat tactics to win. Always playing by his own rules, but showing no real mercy even when things had been stacked against him and the odds showed he would fail.
Countless battles upon countless worlds, millions and millions slain without any fear or doubt in his mind. Some worlds gave him trouble, some commanders saw fit to have him away as much as possible. To compound matters, the commander he had upon one world had gone of his way to keep him off world, distrusting all the saiyan race. Being in the field so long had made him quick to fight, and upon returning, when someone did anger him, he was without any hesitation in killing them, leaving them on the floor as he continued his meal.
However, fate loved to play cruel hands at odd times. When he was twenty three, he had been on several missions, ruining worlds all across the place. On this world, it was once more a three year battle. Brutal fighting, head to hand combat with powerful being beyond most warriors. They had gone as far to blow up their moon, preventing the warrior from using his Great Ape form a second time.
By the end of it however, Eric had been defeated, nearly killed by a warrior of great power that filled the role of the planet's protector. Eric won the battle, but it was indeed close. Wandering the planet, he found what looked to be a healing pod, though it was a trap. Stepping inside, he saw the native too late, who pressed the activate button. The cold was instant, locking him within cryo statis and stopping his rampage.
Placing Ericnox within a cryo pod, one of the final natives helped load the pod onto a ship and send him back into space, casting him away from world and into the endless reaches of space to float forever... Or atleast, that was the idea.
New Planet Vegeta however, had been in the way, pulling him in with their gravity and allowing it to crash upon the new world, allowing him freedom from the lockdown he was in for so many years. The Warmachine of the Empire was awake once more... Or would be soon.
Powers and Techniques:
- Twisted Ki: This ability is an odd one. This was made upon a long dead world to fight physically powerful monsters. While his normal attacks did nothing, Eric realized how slow they are. Dodging their attacks was child's play really. So he learned to focus his ki inwardly, bulking his muscles up, empowering his flesh and bone with ki to make him more resistant to physical and ki based attacks, all the while making his own more dangerous. The cost of his however, was a great loss of speed.
- Iron Spike: This attack is much akin to Frieza's death beam, a narrow band of energy sent to punch through a target with ease, fast as lightning as just as dangerous.
- Steel Drill: Much like Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon meets Vegeta's Final Flash, this attack is aimed to be a finisher. By placing both hands infront of him, he charges ki in his palms, a solid orb in the center, with a smaller orb floating in orbit of it. When fired, it looks like a massive ki drill, aiming to tear a foe apart from the raw power.
- Crushing Weight: A ki empowered physical attack, Ericnox pours a great deal of ki into a kick or punch, aimed downwards, to slam his foe into the ground or bury them in a single stroke.
- Bronze Rain: This attack is much like Vegeta's Rapid Fire ability, sending out weak to moderate strength ki attacks in a rapid flow, aiming to level an area and anyone caught in it. The entire goal of the ability is to give a foe no place to run to in order to escape.
Roleplay Sample:
Denverath floated twenty feet off the ground, glaring at Ericnox who wiped the blood from his lip.
“You hit like a girl, a weak on at that. Come on then! Let see what you can do!” Eric shouted, rushing towards the warrior with ki glowing upon his hands.
Eric had already proven himself a dangerous warrior each time he had faced the past guardians, beating them within an inch of their lives and then taking it with a single, destructive blast. Denverath knew he should be careful. When Ericnox's swing rushed in, he ducked under it, sending a powerful fist into the unarmored stomach of the warrior, dropping down quickly to grab his leg and slam him face first into the ground. Once the stone had given away, Eric was already moving once more, kicking his leg up at the warrior, connecting with his heel and sending the man back into the air.
Kicking off the ground once more, he rushed towards the alien, a grin upon his bleeding face. He didn't care about the injuries he was taking, he was happy to finally have a challenge, someone who could keep up in battle and push his limits. Dodging the Ki blast, Ericnox closed range, slamming a powerful fist into the warrior's cheek and sending him back some, only to have Ericnox fly right into a trap, a powerful energy wave hitting him head on and sending him crashing towards the ground once more.
Pulling himself once more from the rubble, Ericnox coughed. He was being beaten, badly. This new warrior was stronger than him, much stronger than he had expected. If he had the moon, he could win, but here, now... Not a chance. He wouldn't simply roll over and die though.
“Alright you ugly purple freak. Lets go.” He says, holding himself in a ground level combat stance, ready for the man... Or atleast so he figured.
Delverath however had different plans, blasting in and raising up his hand. Once more ki hit Ericnox at point blank range, causing him to crash against nearby stone. Delverath knew this wasn't going to go well if Eric got a hit in, even in his weakened state.
Rushing towards the Warrior, Eric was a machine, nothing he was doing would really cause him to stop, nothing short of killing him outright. The next Ki attack Ericnox saw coming, moving to avoid it and slamming a fist into the warrior's chin, sending him upwards into the sky. Delverath realized far, far too late how bad this was.
Ericnox appeared above him, a wild grin upon his face. “BEGONE!” He screams out, slamming a fist into the alien's chest and sending him crashing towards the rocky ground. That hit was far too much, and when Delverath opened his eyes, he was no longer in the world of the living.
Alias: Eric, The Saiyan Warmachine
Race:Saiyan
Age: "26"
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil (Like Vegeta at the start)
Appearance: Ericnox stands at a whopping 6'1" and weighs in at 260lbs of solid Saiyan Muscle. His hair is unkempt and rather untreated for the most part. Unlike many Saiyan's and warriors in general, he doesn't wear the normal armor, instead prefering his own armor. The Armor itself is made of metals from worlds he has been on, and the dagger at his back is made from steel forged on the Original Planet Vegeta.
Personality: Ericnox is a soldier, pure and simple, but one with some form of morals. Ericnox when in a relaxed setting laughs, enjoys a friendly challenge (arm wrestling being his favorite), and food, like all Saiyans. When in battle he seems to be a different, dangerous person. He shows little pity or remorse for his foes, crushing them quickly and mercilessly... Unless they are truely unable to defend themselves.
If a foe is truely helpless and would never stand a chance, they are almost ignored by the Saiyan. Civilian populations are not seen as first targets, instead moving against the military factions first and foremost. Beyond this, he is simply an engine of death and destruction.
History: Ericnox was born in 713 of the common age, during the time that the Saiyans had been banished to outer wastes of the Planet Plant. He born of average standing, to a low class family even among the displaced. His family had been small, but they each had been strong and able to survive in the wilds.
When he reached age seven, that is when things took a turn for the better... In a way. The war between the Saiyans and the Tuffles had started, and no Saiyan had been left out if they could fight. His family, all the saiyans, had been gearing up for war, for this very point in the history of the world. Combat training, energy use, and physical endurance training to push them to their limits over and over again.
At the age of ten he was already involved in battles, all across the world to weaken the holds on Tuffle military. He tasted defeat first, being captured by the Tuffles and taken to a prison upon a military base. He had been injuried, but he wasn't that badly hurt, not compared to many. The Tuffle technology was amazing on the outside, but Eric quickly learned it was like the hide of a beast, tough shell, but weak innards.
They all had been fed, and Eric watched the movements of their soldiers. They had been given enough to live off, but not each to put them back to full strength. The Saiyans had been moving against the area for nearly three days, and Eric was being transported to the medical ward to look over his wounds.
Once within the medical ward, he was unlocked to be moved from area to the next. This slip up was enough, they expected him to be slower, weaker, easier to control. As soon as his hands went free, he grabbed the dagger on the tuffle's hip, pulling it quickly and cutting the throat of the closest soldier, the one he stole it from looking in shock as it was stabbed into his face. The doctor screamed out, running towards an emergency call button, but Eric used some of the little energy he had to blast that, and move quickly back towards his cell area.
If he had waited a bit longer, things might have been different. Several Saiyan warriors had already broken the lines, pushing though the Tuffle base and arriving within the prison, setting free their fellows and ordering them back behind the lines to heal and eat. There was no dishonor to be found here, it was a simple loss at the hands of their foes.
Each year the war dragged on, Eric was on the front lines, fighting to the last and killing as many of the Tuffle forces as he could. The Saiyans started to notice this, seeing his tenacity, his ability to overcome odds, and above all, willingness to strike out on his own to hit targets that show themselves. At the age of sixteen he was gifted with the honor of being given the Royal Seal. In the society of the primitive Saiyans, this was an honor above all things. Attaching this to his belt, he continued in his quest to aid the Saiyan Empire, and spending time in the lands of the Tuffles, he had taken a more of a personal hate towards this race.
Shortly after he turned seventeen years old, the end of the war arrived, the full moon had arrived. He didn't remember all of it, but could pick out bit and pieces of this event, saying that like some Saiyans, he wasn't able to direct the Oozaru, but he had vague memories of what had transpired. The final battle had been bloody, but it was over in a single night.
When alien visitors arrived, and the Saiyans started to work for them, he was among the first to reach out to other worlds, making sure to find ones that had been high risk, but keeping himself a bit of a secret, he still showed his own form of mercy, as he had done with the Tuffles so long ago. Unlike in most universes Planet Vegeta was not blown up, instead the race was put under control by the tyrant Frieza, with the king being controlled with threats against his family. While most worlds this would have caused and uprising, this King Vegeta was more terrified of Frieza and didn't wish to stand against him, simply keeping his troops in check and slowing missions for the more powerful ones.
To him, targets included planet guardians, military, weapon depots, everything he could that would be able to fight back he ruined, allowing smaller groups of civilians the ability to flee into space, lacking that level of technology, he put them out of their suffering, better death than enslavement. He was quick with his actions on worlds, not wanting to be on any worlds longer than he needed to, wishing to return to his home world quickly.
This however, wasn't always reflected in his actions. As the old customs said, he could be challenged. Despite his sense of honor and pride in his race, when he was challenged he almost never used dirty or underhanded combat tactics to win. Always playing by his own rules, but showing no real mercy even when things had been stacked against him and the odds showed he would fail.
Countless battles upon countless worlds, millions and millions slain without any fear or doubt in his mind. Some worlds gave him trouble, some commanders saw fit to have him away as much as possible. To compound matters, the commander he had upon one world had gone of his way to keep him off world, distrusting all the saiyan race. Being in the field so long had made him quick to fight, and upon returning, when someone did anger him, he was without any hesitation in killing them, leaving them on the floor as he continued his meal.
However, fate loved to play cruel hands at odd times. When he was twenty three, he had been on several missions, ruining worlds all across the place. On this world, it was once more a three year battle. Brutal fighting, head to hand combat with powerful being beyond most warriors. They had gone as far to blow up their moon, preventing the warrior from using his Great Ape form a second time.
By the end of it however, Eric had been defeated, nearly killed by a warrior of great power that filled the role of the planet's protector. Eric won the battle, but it was indeed close. Wandering the planet, he found what looked to be a healing pod, though it was a trap. Stepping inside, he saw the native too late, who pressed the activate button. The cold was instant, locking him within cryo statis and stopping his rampage.
Placing Ericnox within a cryo pod, one of the final natives helped load the pod onto a ship and send him back into space, casting him away from world and into the endless reaches of space to float forever... Or atleast, that was the idea.
New Planet Vegeta however, had been in the way, pulling him in with their gravity and allowing it to crash upon the new world, allowing him freedom from the lockdown he was in for so many years. The Warmachine of the Empire was awake once more... Or would be soon.
Powers and Techniques:
- Twisted Ki: This ability is an odd one. This was made upon a long dead world to fight physically powerful monsters. While his normal attacks did nothing, Eric realized how slow they are. Dodging their attacks was child's play really. So he learned to focus his ki inwardly, bulking his muscles up, empowering his flesh and bone with ki to make him more resistant to physical and ki based attacks, all the while making his own more dangerous. The cost of his however, was a great loss of speed.
- Iron Spike: This attack is much akin to Frieza's death beam, a narrow band of energy sent to punch through a target with ease, fast as lightning as just as dangerous.
- Steel Drill: Much like Piccolo's Special Beam Cannon meets Vegeta's Final Flash, this attack is aimed to be a finisher. By placing both hands infront of him, he charges ki in his palms, a solid orb in the center, with a smaller orb floating in orbit of it. When fired, it looks like a massive ki drill, aiming to tear a foe apart from the raw power.
- Crushing Weight: A ki empowered physical attack, Ericnox pours a great deal of ki into a kick or punch, aimed downwards, to slam his foe into the ground or bury them in a single stroke.
- Bronze Rain: This attack is much like Vegeta's Rapid Fire ability, sending out weak to moderate strength ki attacks in a rapid flow, aiming to level an area and anyone caught in it. The entire goal of the ability is to give a foe no place to run to in order to escape.
Roleplay Sample:
Denverath floated twenty feet off the ground, glaring at Ericnox who wiped the blood from his lip.
“You hit like a girl, a weak on at that. Come on then! Let see what you can do!” Eric shouted, rushing towards the warrior with ki glowing upon his hands.
Eric had already proven himself a dangerous warrior each time he had faced the past guardians, beating them within an inch of their lives and then taking it with a single, destructive blast. Denverath knew he should be careful. When Ericnox's swing rushed in, he ducked under it, sending a powerful fist into the unarmored stomach of the warrior, dropping down quickly to grab his leg and slam him face first into the ground. Once the stone had given away, Eric was already moving once more, kicking his leg up at the warrior, connecting with his heel and sending the man back into the air.
Kicking off the ground once more, he rushed towards the alien, a grin upon his bleeding face. He didn't care about the injuries he was taking, he was happy to finally have a challenge, someone who could keep up in battle and push his limits. Dodging the Ki blast, Ericnox closed range, slamming a powerful fist into the warrior's cheek and sending him back some, only to have Ericnox fly right into a trap, a powerful energy wave hitting him head on and sending him crashing towards the ground once more.
Pulling himself once more from the rubble, Ericnox coughed. He was being beaten, badly. This new warrior was stronger than him, much stronger than he had expected. If he had the moon, he could win, but here, now... Not a chance. He wouldn't simply roll over and die though.
“Alright you ugly purple freak. Lets go.” He says, holding himself in a ground level combat stance, ready for the man... Or atleast so he figured.
Delverath however had different plans, blasting in and raising up his hand. Once more ki hit Ericnox at point blank range, causing him to crash against nearby stone. Delverath knew this wasn't going to go well if Eric got a hit in, even in his weakened state.
Rushing towards the Warrior, Eric was a machine, nothing he was doing would really cause him to stop, nothing short of killing him outright. The next Ki attack Ericnox saw coming, moving to avoid it and slamming a fist into the warrior's chin, sending him upwards into the sky. Delverath realized far, far too late how bad this was.
Ericnox appeared above him, a wild grin upon his face. “BEGONE!” He screams out, slamming a fist into the alien's chest and sending him crashing towards the rocky ground. That hit was far too much, and when Delverath opened his eyes, he was no longer in the world of the living.
