Athren; The Half Blood

Character Name:
Athren

Appearance:


Gender:
Male

Starting Planet:
Space

Race:
Saiyan/Demon Hybrid

Racial Traits:
Makyo Power
Warriors Pride: Reduced 25%
Zenkai: Reduced 25%
Saiyan Tail.


Transformation Path:
Custom. (Transformations listed below.)

Age:
27

Fighting Style:
Brawler


Personality:
Athren is very unique in comparison with the rest of his race, given that he's also half demon he desires being stuck in those unwinnable situations that really makes him dig deep in order to get out, the harder the situation the more he enjoys it. Quite frequently, he's rather fun and entertaining while in more serious situations, he's right to the point and there to get the job done. When on a job or involved in something bigger than him, the mission is his only objective and will do whatever it takes to succeed.

He had always found himself loyal to those of his race and the Sadala Defense Force, whenever he was dropped ordered he wouldn't fight them. He'd follow through and do what was required of him, although his motivations were to serve them to the best of his ability and himself to grow through those adventures, his motivations rapidly shifted at the sign of defeat. After losing his team, he couldn't help but be motivated by revenge. The only goal he's got in his mind now is to avenge his team and wipe out the entire PTO, though his primary targets are Phrost's Elite Squadron as they're the ones that did the damage to him.


History:
Being born on Planet Sadala, Athren grew up in a rather fair environment. He got to watch as the society grew along with him, though these advancements were minor in that day in age, they were still showing progression. One thing Athren didn't grow up with was a father, for Athren was the result of a one night stand. His mother on the other hand worked as a butcher, making sure the townsfolk in Coco Village always had fresh meat for the taking. She made an honest living this way, though it was always left Athren craving more. It was the perfect example of what to avoid in life, the repetitive lifestyle, the no satisfaction job, it wasn't something that he could find himself to live with. He needed more. Of course, he had a long way to go before getting to an age that would require him to work.

As a child, he often played with a few of the children in the town. They would have grown to be both his best friends and the love of his life. Athren, Cress, Celric and Celeron spent their days playing and going on what little adventures they could, slowly developing their fighting skills through their adventures and their spars. Athren being the advanced tactician, Cress being the smart and elegant fighter, Celeron being the strong brute and Celric falling into a place in between them all, they motivated and pushed each other to create new techniques and refine their abilities. Of course, at the time none of them desired to join the Sadala Defense Force but given the nature of their warrior race, it seemed only fitting that they play how they'd work.

By the time they were in their late teens, Athren had wanted to bring in some money so his mother didn't have to work so hard. He wanted her to have time to relax and enjoy the finer things in life and this initial though would've been the one to begin his career in the Sadala Defense Force. Cress couldn't bear the thought of not being around him and Celric and Celeron couldn't say no to joining in. They went through basic training together and excelled and by time they were posted in squads, they already had a name for themselves given their raw talent. After about five years, they had all risen up the ranks and Athren had an opportunity to hand pick a select group for his own squadron. This squadron would've consisted of the four of them and at this point they were picked by the General to go on the most deadliest of assignments, they went where the universe had needed them the most and they had never failed. When they had their backs against the wall, they had always found a way to come out on top and through all these hardships, Athren and Cress became closer and closer to the point where having children was even a frequent discussion. Though all good things come to an end eventually and for this story, it was brought upon them in Age 1,778.

Another assignment had come up, though this one had seemed different. It was a simple scouting mission hand delivered to them by the General himself, the planet was being scouted to see if it would make a suitable position for a Sadala Defense Force outpost, there had been no immediate threats on the planet and it just seemed too odd, for there had been scouts in the Forces designated for this type of work. Regardless, Athren and the rest followed this through but within their first few days of scouting.. trouble had come to them.

Phrost's Elite had found them and tore them apart, the Saiyan's barely putting up much of a struggle. It was to the point that one couldn't even call this a real fight. Athren witnessed Celeron being slaughtered in front of him and the next thing he knew, he was knocked out.
He woke up confined in a PTO Laboratory on Planet Frost, assuming that both Cress and Celric had shared the same fate as his other dear friend, the rumors he heard from the scientists only suggested that outcome. Though he didn't know why they kept him alive initially, he would soon find out. It was for the next two years, he was experimented on. They broke him down physically, used technology in efforts to turn him into one of their own. They attempted to brainwash him but he was just to resilient. They studied him, how he fought, the limits of his power, they gained all the knowledge they could before they words 'Android Conversion' was heard. It was at this point that he knew he needed to do something but with his weakened state, it seemed nearly impossible.

It was the day he was scheduled for the conversion, he was grabbed and dragged towards the bench that would have him confined once again, though at this time something inside of him wanted out, the thing that showed the same resilience wouldn't allow this to go on any further, he once again felt strong as a purple aura took over his body, his ocean blue eyes converting to red, black markings took his face as he broke free from the arms of his captors and killed everybody in the room, he made his way through the halls as he tried to navigate to the main floor. Though, passing one room he couldn't help but see a communications computer, it was in that room that he grabbed a scouter and put it on the same frequency that the Elite Squadron was on, he then turned the scouter off and kept it for another day.

After fighting his way through the lab, he found himself a space pod and blasted off the planet in a storm of blaster fire. The ship didn't seem like it was going to make it into space but with a little luck, he had managed to escape and land on a very strange Planet. Athren had landed on Planet Yardrat, and it was here that he swore his revenge. His target was firstly, the Elite Squad and secondly, the entire PTO. Though he knew he wasn't anywhere close, he got ripped apart once by them and it would happen again. He then spent every day for the next two years preparing for his fight, training and pushing himself, though he could never fully tap into the power that he did the day of his escape. He could only tap into little boosts of it. Spending so long on Yardrat, he had managed to learn their culture and befriend them, but this didn't change who he was or what he was going to do. He represented the Saiyan Race every day, and soon.. that Saiyan would be vengeance.


Starting Techniques:


[OT1]Nova Cannon: Athren forms an orange energy sphere in his right hand and throws it at his opponent with everything he's got!

[OT1]Nova Punch: Athren infuses his right fist with Ki and unleashes it into his opponent with a devastating punch!


[ST1]Flight: Athren has the ability to use his Ki to fly at very rapid speeds.

[ST1]Ki Sense: Athren has the ability to sense the Ki of others so long as they're within a 200 KM radius around his location, tracking their location and comparing their fighting power to his own.

[ST1]Tail Mastery: Athren has overcome the weakness of his Saiyan tail, insuring that it will never be exploited.

[ST1]Ki Suppression: Athren has now learned how to suppress his Ki. This allows him to move without being detected when not in combat and to make his power level appear lower than it is.

Items:
One-Use Space Pod x1

Example Roleplay:
It wasn't like him to sit idling on a planet for long, at least not one that he didn't call home but of course everything had been different now and his vision had shifted. Once, in what felt like a different life he could sit around Sadala in a field or by a lake and watch his team spar, while he soaked up the sun with his love. It was those sweet, soft memories that had kept him motivated for what was to come but to get there would take a lot of work. The life he had been living now was leading him down one simple, yet solid path. It wasn't a good path but the path of revenge, he needed to slaughter the bastards who killed his best friends and his love and extend it further to their very own chain of command. The PTO's Elite Squadron had to die and with them, the entirety of the PTO. It was bound to happen, whether by him or somebody else, in time he was certain of this but if his life were to end making the effort, at least he could say that he had tried his absolute best to avenge those that would've made the same attempt for him.

The preparation had been the worst part as the wait had put doubt in his mind, the time it was taking to get to where he thought he needed to be in terms of technique and power made him question if he would ever be ready to face this foe head on and have a chance of winning. Each passing day dug into him deeper and deeper, bring out out the doubts in his mind further and further, he wasn't even sure if he could ever really deliver on the vengeance promise but he was going to try, he was going to put his soul into this goal, no matter what the cost.

It had been two years since he made his escape and swore to make the PTO pay, and he had his list. It wasn't just the physical training, the mental, or the technique fines, he needed a ship, and he needed to figure out a way to get the Elites off their home planet and deal with them first and that would be a challenge in it's own right. Of course, there was always the chance that fate would be on his side and they'd get assigned to a mission soon, after all.. he had tapped into their communications device and listened frequently.

All of this though, had led him to where he was. Planet Yardrat, a place where he was an outsider, though an outsider who was rather well respected on the Planet. He had made friends and allies among the Yardrats, they had made him feel rather welcome, guided him when he was lost and helped him adapt to his new territory, though none had dared to test his boundaries and sensing the negative intentions deep within, refused to help him with his fighting techniques, and their techniques were the best to offer but he just wasn't ready for that type of power, nor would he ever be if he held onto his demon's.

Athren had chosen to live outside of the city and away from the spotlight, though he was frequently getting company and brought food and water, this was because he had saved their planet from damage from a meteor shower that had threatened to hit the surface and do some major damage, for that they felt like they had owed him. Though payment wasn't necessary, it wasn't that he was doing it for them, he was doing it because he too lived there. Whatever the case was though, he couldn't of said no to free supplies. After all, the less time he spent going out for food, the more time he could prepare himself.

He found himself outside of his hut at this moment in his Demonic Pretense form, he had been trying to tap into the power he did when he made his great escape, though he couldn't even tap into half of it. His armor off, with only his wristbands, boots and pants on, Athren found himself moving rather elegantly as if he were in a martial arts fight with somebody, he wasn't delivering powerful plows, but well placed and smooth ones. Though his body wanted to strike with aggression, he kept himself cool and collected, thinking only of the past life he had. He had done this for hours, before being interrupted by one of his Yardrat friends.

"Athren, I've brought you some more food.. Given it's nearing dinner, figured you could eat." He said as he rested a tray of food on a flat, near by stone that made the perfect table. His tone was bright and his attitude eager, he was grateful to be of assistance to somebody in need, even if that somebody didn't think they needed the help.

The Saiyan would've slowly brought his motions to a stop, his ocean blue eyes looked over and gave a light nod. "Appreciate it Sombre, you're always on que.. aren't you?" The Yardrat's had never let him miss a single meal and always came instantly, of course this was because of their strange techniques. Athren still couldn't get over it, how could such a race come up with some of the most practical abilities? These guys weren't even combatants, they didn't desire a fight, they didn't want wars, they just wanted peace, yet they develop the best techniques known to the universe. "You know, One day Sombre.. You're going to have to teach me that little Instant Transmission technique of yours. That'd come in handy, that's for sure." Though he said it, he really didn't have much interest in learning it. Sure, it would've been a practical technique for his own transportation but it didn't have combat value and that's everything he needed to spend his time on at the moment. He needed to dish out massive damage, kill his enemies and learn to tap into his potential, he didn't need to teleport around the universe like a mad man.

Sombre would've shrugged his thin, scrawny little shoulders and gave him a light chuckle. His hands forming together behind his back as he rocked back and fourth on the heel's of his feet. "Maybe someday we'll teach you the technique, but for now you wouldn't be ready for it anyway." This statement had came from Athren's mindset, he didn't have the patience or the focus to learn such a complex technique, plus his intent didn't exactly encourage them to give him the lesson's required.

The Saiyan would've chuckled faintly and rolled his eyes, "Oh yeah?" His posture resorted to his default as he crossed his arms. "Well, maybe when you're ready I'll teach you how to fight.. you know, knowledge for knowledge? Then you guy's can become a warrior race, conquer the universe, do whatever you want.. You little bastards would be unstoppable." Of course he was just playing here and being rather lighthearted about it all, but the banter was rather entertaining, especially considering that Sombre was a very intelligent and witty speaker.
It wasn't just that though, Athren wasn't exactly the type to banter with people like this, but in this case the frequent visits had broken him in, usually he was kind of an ass, he wasn't a bad person but he had better things to do than talk.

Sombre would've glanced at Athren with his big beady eyes and a smirk crossed his lips, "I've seen you fight, well.. at least pretend too." He trailed off before picking up his punch line, "If you were to teach us how to fight the only conquest we could go on would be stomping the insects off this planet and even that would be a stretch." At this point he would've lifted his foot and gently stomped it on the ground, as if he was stepping on a tiny little ant that was pestering him.

At this point Athren just shook his head and took a seat by the rock, grabbing a piece of food and taking a large bite. "C'mon now, you aren't given me enough credit. I'd show you how to eliminate the entire insect race in a single blow." He couldn't help but take another large bite, "But seriously though, how do you little fuckers do it? Teleport all over the place?" Athren asked bluntly before swallowing his food, he was curious but he was more or less just making an effort to keep the small talk rolling. After all, it wasn't like he talked to people often.

At this point the Yardrat would've cross his legs and hovered a few inches from the ground, watching the saiyan eat and listening to his banter. "I couldn't tell you that, you're stupid enough to try it. I couldn't have you teleporting into a sun, I'd feel responsible for your demise and that's something I can't have weighing on my conscience." He gave Athren a brighter smile now, feeling as if he would've won the day with that slick little remark.

Athren on the other hand just glared seriously at the little Yardat, "Get outta here, little fuck. Before I decide to beat on you for training." This threat had no value to it, it wasn't real, that was just the simple relationship the two had though in this case, Sombre had a habit of doing this because he learned how Athren liked to talk like this, for it was how Athren and his crew had talked in the past. There had never been a dull moment, the trash talk was always present and the rivalry had always been there. In this case, there may have not been a rivalry but if it made Athren feel a little more at home and a little more comfortable, he'd put the effort in.
He could sense that Athren wasn't evil, he wasn't even bad but he did have a darkness inside his soul and that simply came down for the need for revenge, it was something that couldn't be cured by anybody else, it was something that the saiyan would have to figure out on his own.

It was at this point that Sombre thought this was a fitting conclusion to the little banter, the food was there and Athren was eating and that was the main goal of this. If he didn't do this, surely the saiyan would've trained on an empty stomach and that wasn't something he'd for him. Sombre couldn't help but give Athren a little nod of the head before teleporting on out of there to do whatever it was that he needed to do.

After finishing his meal Athren would've gone back to the grind, after all he had a goal that wasn't reachable, no matter how strong he got, no matter how prepared he thought he could be, he'd never get there but in his own head, someday he'd get right where he needed to be.
Though the only path to get there was closed to him at this time, he'd need to clear his mind of this revenge plan because if he actually got it, well.. maybe that would just throw him down a darker path? Only time would tell and from the looks of it, this saiyan warrior still had plenty of it left.