Post by Malachi on May 29, 2013 7:01:00 GMT
Name: Malachi Savill
Nickname: Blind Justice
Age: 16
Race: Human
Class: Flash
Appearance: Malachi is a lean and fit young man standing at about five feet, ten inches tall and weighing around one hundred and forty pounds. His skin has a creamy complexion offset by a very light tan. His body is toned, but not overly muscular, giving him a very lithe and sleek appearance. He keeps his brown hair cut about ear length and straight, though it's parted to the left in the front to keep his bangs out of his face.
Malachi wears the Namekian style of clothing since his mentor and guardian is a Namekian. A simple white shirt and navy blue pants in the traditional Namekian styling, they are simple and comfortable with plenty of room to move. A yellow sash keeps the pants in place and he has the pointed brown Namekian shoes on his feet.
History: Malachi's beginning is a grim one. The baby was born blind to two humans lucky enough to be in the 'free' part of Earth know as the Ghettien Settlement. With such harsh conditions there was no way for them to care for and treat Malachi's blindness, and it soon became apparent that no amount of medical attention could fix his illness. And so when Malachi was a year old his parents gave him the only real gift they could afford. At the cost of their own freedom, they gave him freedom of his own. In exchange for their own servitude and obedience to a middle class Saiyan, they asked for a space pod for their own use. They used the pod to send their son to Namek with a message explaining who he was, the cost of his freedom, and a pleading request for Malachi to get the help he would need to live and overcome the handicap that he'd been born with.
Malachi was lucky. When his ship landed the hatch popped open and he lay, wrapped in dirty, torn rags, in the seat of the pod crying. The hearing of the Namekian people is know to be incredible, and it didn't take long for the high pitched cries of a baby human to draw the attention of those anywhere nearby. It was quite clear immediately that the Namekians were not happy that a lone babe had been dropped into their midst with no one to take care of it. Thankfully one stepped forward to take the boy under his wing. A highly disciplined warrior, though still quite young in his own right, Lute decided that he would try to help Malachi overcome his blindness by training his other senses and raising him to live as the Namekians lived, choosing peace over battle where possible and fighting to protect the peace where it was necessary.
The first few years were uneventful save for Malachi learning to talk and walk as well as learning to take care of himself. Lute was more nurturing than demanding, as most Namekians were towards new life, and so Malachi had time to discover and explore himself and his environment in his first few years. When he reached six years old Lute began trying to instruct him and teach him to use his other senses to overcome his lack of sight. He focused on hearing and smell primarily as they could be used to locate and identify one's surroundings much easier. He also helped Malachi to refine his body and use his naturally lithe stature to his advantage when traversing unfamiliar areas. Deft hands and fleet feet kept Malachi from falling on his face when he didn't fully know his surroundings while sound, smell, and touch helped to give him a general idea of where he was and what sort of ground he stood on. Each of his movements were cautious, yet confident. Through six years of harsh training Malachi was able to master these sensory honing techniques enough to walk around without a cane or help from another person.
When Malachi turned twelve Lute thought he was old enough to know the truth behind his existence and explained that despite what he'd been lead to believe he was not from Namek. The dark truth of his life on Namek weighed heavily on the young man's mind. He thought for certain that his parents would have been worked to death, outright murdered, or worse by now. He didn't want their sacrifice to be in vain, but another much more prominent thought erupted in his mind like a volcano. If his parents had suffered through a life like this to give him freedom, how many others were suffering just the same and had nothing to show for it? No hope, no happiness, nothing...he couldn't accept it. And so he begged Lute, pleaded even, to train him to fight so that he could return to his planet and try to make a difference. Peace didn't exist on Earth if this was the status quo, and Malachi couldn't sit idly by while so many others like him were worked to exhaustion every day for nothing more than mere survival. It wasn't right. He felt guilty for his parents' sacrifice, and he wanted to repay it. Not just in living a happy life like they wanted, but in giving others something to hope for, too. He didn't deserve the life he was given at their expense. He couldn't sit by and do nothing. He wouldn't.
Lute understood the boy's compassion and his want to change his home planet to be a place of safety and piece, but one blind boy couldn't topple the mighty Radditz. Still, Lute agreed to further Malachi's training as long as he didn't try to sneak off and leave before the Namekian had determined he was ready to go off on his own. Malachi understood and begrudgingly accepted his condition for the training.
Knowing that Malachi would be fighting, Lute decided to focus on the two aspects that the human already had a leg up on. His lithe frame gave him impressive natural speed and agility and his mental focus after training to hone his senses for so many years had given him great discipline an control, so he was able to swiftly learn the basics of using energy in combat. Only basic blasts at first, but in time Malachi developed enough skill to learn a favored Technique of his mentor. The knife hand jab was a perfect technique for Malachi because it didn't rely on distance combat and it took advantage of his two strongest assets as a fighter; his speed and energy manipulation skill.
The combat training greatly improved his supplementary perceptions as he was able to better combine the input from sound, smell, and feeling to determine the exact moves of an opponent where as when the training started he could only determine where they were standing within a few feet. By the time they were finished Malachi had a good grasp of the Namekian fighting style, energy manipulation, and his own unique brand of perception. He could locate and know the movements of anyone or anything within several meters of himself and he could at least have a general idea of where someone was a dozen or so meters away.
With a heavy heart Lute finally gave Malachi permission to leave. The young human was quite brave or quite foolish. Malachi admitted to not fully knowing what he was headed into, but he insisted that if he didn't go and at least try to help his home planet he would never be able to forgive himself. And so on the same pod that he had arrived in, Malachi prepared to head back to Earth...
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STATS
Strength: 2
Speed: 4
Ki: 2
Control: 4
Endurance: 2
FAME (empty for now)
SE:
Namek:
Rebels:
Abilities:
Attacks
Knife Hand Jab - Using his speed and control of energy, Malachi focuses a small piercing point at the tips of two of his fingers like the tip of a knife and then quickly thrusts his arm forward to try and stab his foe. Since the blade is small it doesn't require much energy to make, but this also limits its slashing capability to be nearly non-existant. This makes his attacks with this small energy point very predictable as it can only be useful when used in a full arm thrust motion to try and stab the target. Unless he can overwhelm the target with superior speed, repeated strikes will be useless as they will understand the effect after the first two or three attacks and be able to easily read how the attack will come.
Supports
Zanshin - The art of the remaining mind. It was a training technique used by warriors of ancient times to be constantly aware of their surroundings even in the dead of night when they couldn't see them. Through intense mental and physical focus, the user of this technique can hone their sense of hearing, touch, and smell to unnaturally high levels. THose trained in this art do not suffer the weakness of being surprise attacked from behind, and so the average warrior that expected to have an advantage when sneak attacking or attacking by shroud of night would be caught off guard when their foe was just as battle ready as in broad daylight when looking right at them. Though energy and focusing the mind are the core of this technique, it is more passive than active, and mastering it comes with training. Malachi can't use this over long distances with his current level of ability, so he's most effective when close to his opponent where he can fully discern what they are doing. It also allows him to walk and move freely without the need for guidance despite being blind. This skill does not allow him to know the power of his enemy, nor does it let him sense life forces at a distance.
(Test)
Nickname: Blind Justice
Age: 16
Race: Human
Class: Flash
Appearance: Malachi is a lean and fit young man standing at about five feet, ten inches tall and weighing around one hundred and forty pounds. His skin has a creamy complexion offset by a very light tan. His body is toned, but not overly muscular, giving him a very lithe and sleek appearance. He keeps his brown hair cut about ear length and straight, though it's parted to the left in the front to keep his bangs out of his face.
Malachi wears the Namekian style of clothing since his mentor and guardian is a Namekian. A simple white shirt and navy blue pants in the traditional Namekian styling, they are simple and comfortable with plenty of room to move. A yellow sash keeps the pants in place and he has the pointed brown Namekian shoes on his feet.
History: Malachi's beginning is a grim one. The baby was born blind to two humans lucky enough to be in the 'free' part of Earth know as the Ghettien Settlement. With such harsh conditions there was no way for them to care for and treat Malachi's blindness, and it soon became apparent that no amount of medical attention could fix his illness. And so when Malachi was a year old his parents gave him the only real gift they could afford. At the cost of their own freedom, they gave him freedom of his own. In exchange for their own servitude and obedience to a middle class Saiyan, they asked for a space pod for their own use. They used the pod to send their son to Namek with a message explaining who he was, the cost of his freedom, and a pleading request for Malachi to get the help he would need to live and overcome the handicap that he'd been born with.
Malachi was lucky. When his ship landed the hatch popped open and he lay, wrapped in dirty, torn rags, in the seat of the pod crying. The hearing of the Namekian people is know to be incredible, and it didn't take long for the high pitched cries of a baby human to draw the attention of those anywhere nearby. It was quite clear immediately that the Namekians were not happy that a lone babe had been dropped into their midst with no one to take care of it. Thankfully one stepped forward to take the boy under his wing. A highly disciplined warrior, though still quite young in his own right, Lute decided that he would try to help Malachi overcome his blindness by training his other senses and raising him to live as the Namekians lived, choosing peace over battle where possible and fighting to protect the peace where it was necessary.
The first few years were uneventful save for Malachi learning to talk and walk as well as learning to take care of himself. Lute was more nurturing than demanding, as most Namekians were towards new life, and so Malachi had time to discover and explore himself and his environment in his first few years. When he reached six years old Lute began trying to instruct him and teach him to use his other senses to overcome his lack of sight. He focused on hearing and smell primarily as they could be used to locate and identify one's surroundings much easier. He also helped Malachi to refine his body and use his naturally lithe stature to his advantage when traversing unfamiliar areas. Deft hands and fleet feet kept Malachi from falling on his face when he didn't fully know his surroundings while sound, smell, and touch helped to give him a general idea of where he was and what sort of ground he stood on. Each of his movements were cautious, yet confident. Through six years of harsh training Malachi was able to master these sensory honing techniques enough to walk around without a cane or help from another person.
When Malachi turned twelve Lute thought he was old enough to know the truth behind his existence and explained that despite what he'd been lead to believe he was not from Namek. The dark truth of his life on Namek weighed heavily on the young man's mind. He thought for certain that his parents would have been worked to death, outright murdered, or worse by now. He didn't want their sacrifice to be in vain, but another much more prominent thought erupted in his mind like a volcano. If his parents had suffered through a life like this to give him freedom, how many others were suffering just the same and had nothing to show for it? No hope, no happiness, nothing...he couldn't accept it. And so he begged Lute, pleaded even, to train him to fight so that he could return to his planet and try to make a difference. Peace didn't exist on Earth if this was the status quo, and Malachi couldn't sit idly by while so many others like him were worked to exhaustion every day for nothing more than mere survival. It wasn't right. He felt guilty for his parents' sacrifice, and he wanted to repay it. Not just in living a happy life like they wanted, but in giving others something to hope for, too. He didn't deserve the life he was given at their expense. He couldn't sit by and do nothing. He wouldn't.
Lute understood the boy's compassion and his want to change his home planet to be a place of safety and piece, but one blind boy couldn't topple the mighty Radditz. Still, Lute agreed to further Malachi's training as long as he didn't try to sneak off and leave before the Namekian had determined he was ready to go off on his own. Malachi understood and begrudgingly accepted his condition for the training.
Knowing that Malachi would be fighting, Lute decided to focus on the two aspects that the human already had a leg up on. His lithe frame gave him impressive natural speed and agility and his mental focus after training to hone his senses for so many years had given him great discipline an control, so he was able to swiftly learn the basics of using energy in combat. Only basic blasts at first, but in time Malachi developed enough skill to learn a favored Technique of his mentor. The knife hand jab was a perfect technique for Malachi because it didn't rely on distance combat and it took advantage of his two strongest assets as a fighter; his speed and energy manipulation skill.
The combat training greatly improved his supplementary perceptions as he was able to better combine the input from sound, smell, and feeling to determine the exact moves of an opponent where as when the training started he could only determine where they were standing within a few feet. By the time they were finished Malachi had a good grasp of the Namekian fighting style, energy manipulation, and his own unique brand of perception. He could locate and know the movements of anyone or anything within several meters of himself and he could at least have a general idea of where someone was a dozen or so meters away.
With a heavy heart Lute finally gave Malachi permission to leave. The young human was quite brave or quite foolish. Malachi admitted to not fully knowing what he was headed into, but he insisted that if he didn't go and at least try to help his home planet he would never be able to forgive himself. And so on the same pod that he had arrived in, Malachi prepared to head back to Earth...
________________________
STATS
Strength: 2
Speed: 4
Ki: 2
Control: 4
Endurance: 2
FAME (empty for now)
SE:
Namek:
Rebels:
Abilities:
Attacks
Knife Hand Jab - Using his speed and control of energy, Malachi focuses a small piercing point at the tips of two of his fingers like the tip of a knife and then quickly thrusts his arm forward to try and stab his foe. Since the blade is small it doesn't require much energy to make, but this also limits its slashing capability to be nearly non-existant. This makes his attacks with this small energy point very predictable as it can only be useful when used in a full arm thrust motion to try and stab the target. Unless he can overwhelm the target with superior speed, repeated strikes will be useless as they will understand the effect after the first two or three attacks and be able to easily read how the attack will come.
Supports
Zanshin - The art of the remaining mind. It was a training technique used by warriors of ancient times to be constantly aware of their surroundings even in the dead of night when they couldn't see them. Through intense mental and physical focus, the user of this technique can hone their sense of hearing, touch, and smell to unnaturally high levels. THose trained in this art do not suffer the weakness of being surprise attacked from behind, and so the average warrior that expected to have an advantage when sneak attacking or attacking by shroud of night would be caught off guard when their foe was just as battle ready as in broad daylight when looking right at them. Though energy and focusing the mind are the core of this technique, it is more passive than active, and mastering it comes with training. Malachi can't use this over long distances with his current level of ability, so he's most effective when close to his opponent where he can fully discern what they are doing. It also allows him to walk and move freely without the need for guidance despite being blind. This skill does not allow him to know the power of his enemy, nor does it let him sense life forces at a distance.
(Test)
