Reven

[REVEN]

Name: Reven | "Rev" 
Age: 17
Race: Hybrid [Saiyan/Human]
Class: Warrior

( appearance )


[ physique ] | [ face ] | height: 5'9 |

Reven's aim in his appearance is assimilation above all else. With gold eyes, a leaner build, and a face that's been described as "too pretty to be a saiyan" by his own father, he overcompensates in a daily struggle to "pass" as a full-fledged saiyan. He keeps his tail out at all times, letting it flail behind him like some kind of trophy, and his hair meticulously cut the same way since he was child as to not give himself away.

( personality )

Reven is a complex individual constantly wavering between condescending cruelty and the stoic demeanor of a war veteran. He is deeply insecure about his heritage and would blast a child in the face if it meant convincing every prying eye that he was indeed a full-blooded saiyan. He feigns a love of battle and bloodshed when in reality he's far more level-headed and cool-tempered than he'd ever dare to let on. He does however have an attitude problem, one that likely stems from the constant facade he projects for others and the shame and disgust that's triggered when he passes his own reflection. Over time he's learned to play these extremes rather well, a precarious balancing act between the quintessential saiyan he's determined to be and the introspective "human-with-a-tail" that doesn't truly belong anywhere.

( history )

Reven's mother was a house slave owned by a saiyan elite named Yamiru. She lived as a cook, a maid, an entertainer, a pet, a whatever-she-was-told-to-be otherwise she would be "made an example" out of. Once upon a time she was a gusty young woman who's beauty was blinding that tried to lead a rebellion on his estate. She stood alone and as a result- suffered alone. Despite the initial amusement he had playing with her he took far more pleasure in spending the rest of her life breaking her spirit.

More often than not however he viewed her as little more than a sentient orifice. A piece of enticing property that he could do whatever he wanted with. There was no "love", no "relationship", merely an urge to satisfy and an opportunity for humiliation. He did what he did because he could. Because the saiyan had a personal mission to emblazon the stamp of her own weakness to the farthest fringes of her reality so there could be no inkling, even in the darkest waters of her subconscious, of an existence beyond his personal plaything. "Taking care" of her master was an unspoken facet of the life he allowed her to continue living. All of it was a game to him, making her toil with the others by day and lie with him at night, it was a cycle with no end.

When she discovered she was pregnant she'd finally reached a breaking point. She attempted to take her own life, instead Yamiru bound her and kept her captive, force feeding her just to prove she had no autonomy.

He decided how she lived and when she died. And he needed to remind her of that.

The child was simply a convenience, it'd be be a suitable replacement for her when she eventually died on her own or when he finally got bored with her and her looks faded. To his astonishment she gave birth to a son with his own messy black hair and a tail to match. He was both intrigued and a little disgusted. So he did the sensible thing and sold Reven's mother so two couldn't be linked together and he could forget whatever resemblance they shared.

Growing up Yamiru was careful to instill disdain of humans into Reven. He viewed them akin to talking livestock, delicate creatures that needed to be disciplined and guided in order to be useful. Naturally this created a dysphoria within himself. When his hair grew, when his stomach was easily full, when he saw his own bright eyes staring back at him instead of his father's pitch black irises that he wanted more than anything else; he learned to hate it. And he begged his father to turn him into a "real saiyan."

His father started training him, though initially out of his own addiction to battle and curiosity to how strong a half-breed could be. He pushed him to grueling extremes, teasing him about his appearance and joking about chopping his tail off and sending him to work with the humans to get him riled up. It worked, and whenever his son drew blood from him the man would howl in euphoria. Eventually their sessions gave him some kind of begrudging affection for the boy. At seventeen he bought him his own saiyan armor and pressured him to join the military. He was left in charge of his father's "possessions" while Yamiru hopped in a pod and blasted off into the stars to do what he did best. For the first time he was left to train alone with no voice to listen to but his own.

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( stats )

STRENGTH: 1[+1]=2
SPEED:1[+1]=2
KI: 1
CONTROL: 1[+1+1]=3
ENDURANCE: 2

( transformations )

OOZARU
+Enhanced Size
+Strength increase by 5
+Speed decrease by 1
+Ki increase by 2
+Control increase by 1
+Endurance increase by 2

( fame )

SE:
Arcosian:
Rebels:

( abilities )

( ki blast ) [free]
A basic blast of energy that damages whatever it touches.

( blazebeam cannon )
Reven cups his hands together and forms a ball of crimson energy in front of him. The ball will then flash and explode forward into a wave of burning energy that incinerates everything in its path. Targets that withstand it are set on fire.

( flight )
A passive technique wherein the user will harness their own ki and channel it throughout their body in order to propel themselves through the air.

[Tenshu]

I like it!

Keep in mind we are closer to the Dragon Ball side of things power level wise here. IE rather than having power levels in the thousands, they are in the hundreds. So larger balls of energy like your cool blazebeam would be hard to conjure, especially with a Ki of 1.

Everything looks really great, I'm sure you will adjust to our system just fine!

[Zach]

Since it's already been accepted I'm going to bump this over to the accepted section. Sorry for the wait Reven. You can post any time.