Post by Izz on Nov 12, 2020 19:24:34 GMT
Character Name:
Izz
Gender:
Male
Starting Planet:
Frost
Race:
Kold Demon
Racial Traits:
Natural Strength:
The Kold Demons 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 transformations.
15% additional gains while in First Form.
10% additional gains while in Second Form.
5% additional gains while in Third Form.
Once a Kold Demons unlocks 100% True form, This trait 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:
Kold Demons 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.]
Transformation Path:
[What transformation path do you follow?]
Age:
144
Fighting Style:
Balanced
Appearance:
History:
Izz was born in the waning days of Lord Phreeze's rule, about twelve or so years before Phrost would fuse with the Dark Star Six Ball and usurp his father's throne. His father, a Kold Elite named Glaiz was one of the few who stood up to Phrost, whether out of loyalty to the former Emperor or because he fancied his own chances at seizing power his attempt was doomed to failure from the start. That left the problem of Izz, while Phrost wasn't sure what to do with the insignificant Kold barely more than an infant in their long lifespans his newly acquired toadies lined up around the block to bring the boys head in and prove their loyalty to the new Lord. Only thing was, as many of them were willing to say it, few ever came close. Without exception they lost... and burned... and died. A most difficult target that boy's head, until of course he brought it in himself, still attached to his neck.
No one could have expected he'd be quite so stupid as to walk in to the lion's den but he crashed in to Phrost's throne room all the same, trailing dead and dying guards in his wake. Then, as onllokers flicked their eyes between the two Kolds, the second thing no one could have expected happened as Izz bent his knee to acknowledge Phrost's rightful claim by blood and conquest. Amused, Phrost surmised that though the young Kold was powerful he'd also cost his Emperor quite a number of loyal soldiers and though he clearly was not complicit in his father's crimes, he couldn't be let off that easily.
Izz was thus dispatched to the border territories of the PTO to repay the Kold Emperor for the destruction he'd wrought by bringing further worlds under their sway. It seemed even early on that wherever he went the fighting was thickest, they weren't just fighting indigenous being by this time, but Saiyans and other would be warriors as well, though to Izz they were just something else for him to bowl over on his way to the next world. The result was exactly what Phrost wanted, oh he got a brace of new worlds to be sold of course, but more importantly he'd taken a raw talent and turned it in to a veteran soldier, with power and instincts that could be relied on to get the job done.
Even then, since he didn't disclose to Izz the ways and means of his own training, the younger Kold's power plateaued fairly early on as was often the case in their race when their powers were not adequately tested and properly honed with challenge and training. Izz, though he had no way to gauge energy than with PTO scouter tech, sensed this stalling of his growth as well and was continually frustrated at the calibre of fighters he was made to deal with in accordance of his duties. The only question now is how long this latest wall and this intolerable tedium will last...
Personality:
A calculating if somewhat conceited fighter, Izz is significantly more cagey than most Kolds perhaps as a result of growing up on thin ice with the current Emperor or maybe he's just wired that way. Though he takes some pride in his own power, he's also always looking for any advantage that he could use to get ahead whether in battle or in life. Sly, subtle and manipulative he excels at getting under people's skin while he fights and living in their head long after. He is if nothing else a pragmatic being and will seize upon any misgiving or anxiety to disrupt his opposition.
If his father's foolish death taught Izz anything it was to look to oneself first and foremost, not jeopardize the future for such passing trifles as loyalty or rightness. Firstly, one must survive. That said, surviving was never going to be enough and while it may be prudent to bite his tongue by and large, he reserves a special hatred and disdain for any who would propose to rule over him. Atypical as he may be for a Kold he is most certainly the centre of his own universe and wholeheartedly believes anyone in his way deserves exactly what is coming to them, usually pain, misery and death in no particular order.
While he doesn't desire power or wealth for their own sake, Izz considers it right and natural that he should be the one lording it over others, another of his fairly typical Kold traits. If the PTO didn't exist he would see no reason to create it, but since it does he could not content himself to simply drift off somewhere else to grow stronger or even carve out his own little kingdom. If there's going to be a heap, he'd better be the one at the top and if there's a chain of command he oughta be the one doing all the pulling.
Starting Techniques:
[ST-1] Flight
[OT-1] Kold Edge: Rushing at the opponent, Izz darts to one side and delivers a knife edge chop to their neck with his near-side hand.
[B1OT-1] Zero Point: Flattening his hand, Izz thrusts the opponent with his fingertips, looking to stab clear in to their flesh.
[OT-1] Kold Wave: Izz charges his ki while bringing his clenched fist back before firing the accumulated energy forward from his open, outstretched palm.
[DT-1] Stasis Field: Izz thrusts a hand forward and summons a mesh of yellow crackling energy around his enemy to paralyse them on the spot and prevent them from defending themselves. [33% to hit for 1 turn Stun, 0 damage]
Items:
One-Use Space Pod x1
Example Roleplay:
That last one was a grinder that was for sure. Izz had even managed to work up a mild sweat by the time the Planet's last defenders had bit the dust. Well, the last real defender anyway, true to form the Kold had left the dregs to the dregs, dozens of the rank and file throwing themselves in to the breach as he strode casually and without any urgency back to where his Pod had touched down. The grunt standing by saluted as he approached but again Izz paid him no mind, simply sliding in to the open pod, coiling his tail around himself-- these things weren't really designed with Kolds themselves in mind oddly enough-- and closing the door before priming the coordinates for home.
It had been a long while since Izz had set foot on Planet Frost, perhaps three standard years, maybe a little more but by this time he had more than exceeded his quota and there could be no complaints from any quarters about his return. He put the thoughts aside, for even if there were to be any such dissent, the purveyors would not nearly be worth his time. Instead he shut his eyes and turned his attention inwards, again confirming that which had continually frustrated him these three years gone. Though he was able to grow substantially as a fighter, better understanding the form and application of his power the weight and scope of the thing itself had not changed much. He imagined that a Scouter would report only the most modest uptick from when he had last deigned to check his progress, unless he were to transform but that was not the point.
The Kold maintained this inward focus for the majority of his ride back to Frost so that when his Pod touched down he hardly noticed, taking a fair few more moments to himself before stepping out. As he'd expected those cronies and goons milling around the landing pad were aghast to see who had appeared on their watch and he'd be lying if he said that in itself this was not just a little bit satisfying. He had better things to do though than bathe in the milieu of anxious fear which permeated the area of his arrival... like actually bathing. He'd worked up a sweat and then spent hours inside of a cramped Pod, so was glad to finally shrug his armour off and step down in to the wide, recessed basin in the floor of his palatial albeit spartan apartment. He'd probably spent all of a week here the entire time since he'd been assigned it and though it was comfortable he never thought of it as home. Small wonder then that he had never given it any of the luxuriant, gaudy décor that so many of his race seemed to enjoy, leaving it bare as bones for the most part.
Brooding again over his lack of progress as he continued to soak, he half opened one eye as he heard an electronic tone and the soft swish of the exterior sliding door opening. That was the other thing which made this place less than homely, Phrost and his creatures always knew where to find him. Having left the door to the hallway open, since he was always the only one here, Izz made no move to leave the bath as he trusted they'd find him in good time whoever they were.
'Ah, Izz... sir. Excuse me.'
The timid voice cracked as he spoke, one that Izz recognized but could not put a name to. That hunched reptilian creature with the neck frills that was always creeping around Phrost, hardly significant enough in terms of battle power to be of note but Izz understood that he was useful in other ways. None of which meant the younger Kold had any time for him whatsoever. No doubt his voice cracked because he had noticed the water was roiling around the Kold not because of air jets or heating coils, but due to the softly pulsating orb of energy in his submerged hand. Izz snuffed it and the messenger seemed to calm significantly though he remained understandably anxious.
'L-Lord Phrost has another special assignment for you,' he went on to explain. Izz didn't even look at him as the reptile passed him the data tablet with the full details. 'A ship if being prepared as we speak and you're to depart soon aft--'
'Out,' Izz ordered simply and after a brief skittering of clawed feet on polished stone he found himself alone again. 'Hm? Earth? Never heard of it.'
144
Fighting Style:
Balanced
Appearance:
History:
Izz was born in the waning days of Lord Phreeze's rule, about twelve or so years before Phrost would fuse with the Dark Star Six Ball and usurp his father's throne. His father, a Kold Elite named Glaiz was one of the few who stood up to Phrost, whether out of loyalty to the former Emperor or because he fancied his own chances at seizing power his attempt was doomed to failure from the start. That left the problem of Izz, while Phrost wasn't sure what to do with the insignificant Kold barely more than an infant in their long lifespans his newly acquired toadies lined up around the block to bring the boys head in and prove their loyalty to the new Lord. Only thing was, as many of them were willing to say it, few ever came close. Without exception they lost... and burned... and died. A most difficult target that boy's head, until of course he brought it in himself, still attached to his neck.
No one could have expected he'd be quite so stupid as to walk in to the lion's den but he crashed in to Phrost's throne room all the same, trailing dead and dying guards in his wake. Then, as onllokers flicked their eyes between the two Kolds, the second thing no one could have expected happened as Izz bent his knee to acknowledge Phrost's rightful claim by blood and conquest. Amused, Phrost surmised that though the young Kold was powerful he'd also cost his Emperor quite a number of loyal soldiers and though he clearly was not complicit in his father's crimes, he couldn't be let off that easily.
Izz was thus dispatched to the border territories of the PTO to repay the Kold Emperor for the destruction he'd wrought by bringing further worlds under their sway. It seemed even early on that wherever he went the fighting was thickest, they weren't just fighting indigenous being by this time, but Saiyans and other would be warriors as well, though to Izz they were just something else for him to bowl over on his way to the next world. The result was exactly what Phrost wanted, oh he got a brace of new worlds to be sold of course, but more importantly he'd taken a raw talent and turned it in to a veteran soldier, with power and instincts that could be relied on to get the job done.
Even then, since he didn't disclose to Izz the ways and means of his own training, the younger Kold's power plateaued fairly early on as was often the case in their race when their powers were not adequately tested and properly honed with challenge and training. Izz, though he had no way to gauge energy than with PTO scouter tech, sensed this stalling of his growth as well and was continually frustrated at the calibre of fighters he was made to deal with in accordance of his duties. The only question now is how long this latest wall and this intolerable tedium will last...
Personality:
A calculating if somewhat conceited fighter, Izz is significantly more cagey than most Kolds perhaps as a result of growing up on thin ice with the current Emperor or maybe he's just wired that way. Though he takes some pride in his own power, he's also always looking for any advantage that he could use to get ahead whether in battle or in life. Sly, subtle and manipulative he excels at getting under people's skin while he fights and living in their head long after. He is if nothing else a pragmatic being and will seize upon any misgiving or anxiety to disrupt his opposition.
If his father's foolish death taught Izz anything it was to look to oneself first and foremost, not jeopardize the future for such passing trifles as loyalty or rightness. Firstly, one must survive. That said, surviving was never going to be enough and while it may be prudent to bite his tongue by and large, he reserves a special hatred and disdain for any who would propose to rule over him. Atypical as he may be for a Kold he is most certainly the centre of his own universe and wholeheartedly believes anyone in his way deserves exactly what is coming to them, usually pain, misery and death in no particular order.
While he doesn't desire power or wealth for their own sake, Izz considers it right and natural that he should be the one lording it over others, another of his fairly typical Kold traits. If the PTO didn't exist he would see no reason to create it, but since it does he could not content himself to simply drift off somewhere else to grow stronger or even carve out his own little kingdom. If there's going to be a heap, he'd better be the one at the top and if there's a chain of command he oughta be the one doing all the pulling.
Starting Techniques:
[ST-1] Flight
[OT-1] Kold Edge: Rushing at the opponent, Izz darts to one side and delivers a knife edge chop to their neck with his near-side hand.
[B1OT-1] Zero Point: Flattening his hand, Izz thrusts the opponent with his fingertips, looking to stab clear in to their flesh.
[OT-1] Kold Wave: Izz charges his ki while bringing his clenched fist back before firing the accumulated energy forward from his open, outstretched palm.
[DT-1] Stasis Field: Izz thrusts a hand forward and summons a mesh of yellow crackling energy around his enemy to paralyse them on the spot and prevent them from defending themselves. [33% to hit for 1 turn Stun, 0 damage]
Items:
One-Use Space Pod x1
Example Roleplay:
That last one was a grinder that was for sure. Izz had even managed to work up a mild sweat by the time the Planet's last defenders had bit the dust. Well, the last real defender anyway, true to form the Kold had left the dregs to the dregs, dozens of the rank and file throwing themselves in to the breach as he strode casually and without any urgency back to where his Pod had touched down. The grunt standing by saluted as he approached but again Izz paid him no mind, simply sliding in to the open pod, coiling his tail around himself-- these things weren't really designed with Kolds themselves in mind oddly enough-- and closing the door before priming the coordinates for home.
It had been a long while since Izz had set foot on Planet Frost, perhaps three standard years, maybe a little more but by this time he had more than exceeded his quota and there could be no complaints from any quarters about his return. He put the thoughts aside, for even if there were to be any such dissent, the purveyors would not nearly be worth his time. Instead he shut his eyes and turned his attention inwards, again confirming that which had continually frustrated him these three years gone. Though he was able to grow substantially as a fighter, better understanding the form and application of his power the weight and scope of the thing itself had not changed much. He imagined that a Scouter would report only the most modest uptick from when he had last deigned to check his progress, unless he were to transform but that was not the point.
The Kold maintained this inward focus for the majority of his ride back to Frost so that when his Pod touched down he hardly noticed, taking a fair few more moments to himself before stepping out. As he'd expected those cronies and goons milling around the landing pad were aghast to see who had appeared on their watch and he'd be lying if he said that in itself this was not just a little bit satisfying. He had better things to do though than bathe in the milieu of anxious fear which permeated the area of his arrival... like actually bathing. He'd worked up a sweat and then spent hours inside of a cramped Pod, so was glad to finally shrug his armour off and step down in to the wide, recessed basin in the floor of his palatial albeit spartan apartment. He'd probably spent all of a week here the entire time since he'd been assigned it and though it was comfortable he never thought of it as home. Small wonder then that he had never given it any of the luxuriant, gaudy décor that so many of his race seemed to enjoy, leaving it bare as bones for the most part.
Brooding again over his lack of progress as he continued to soak, he half opened one eye as he heard an electronic tone and the soft swish of the exterior sliding door opening. That was the other thing which made this place less than homely, Phrost and his creatures always knew where to find him. Having left the door to the hallway open, since he was always the only one here, Izz made no move to leave the bath as he trusted they'd find him in good time whoever they were.
'Ah, Izz... sir. Excuse me.'
The timid voice cracked as he spoke, one that Izz recognized but could not put a name to. That hunched reptilian creature with the neck frills that was always creeping around Phrost, hardly significant enough in terms of battle power to be of note but Izz understood that he was useful in other ways. None of which meant the younger Kold had any time for him whatsoever. No doubt his voice cracked because he had noticed the water was roiling around the Kold not because of air jets or heating coils, but due to the softly pulsating orb of energy in his submerged hand. Izz snuffed it and the messenger seemed to calm significantly though he remained understandably anxious.
'L-Lord Phrost has another special assignment for you,' he went on to explain. Izz didn't even look at him as the reptile passed him the data tablet with the full details. 'A ship if being prepared as we speak and you're to depart soon aft--'
'Out,' Izz ordered simply and after a brief skittering of clawed feet on polished stone he found himself alone again. 'Hm? Earth? Never heard of it.'
