Post by oldman on Jul 27, 2017 0:00:01 GMT
Name: Ayumu Hope
Nicknames/Titles: The Old one, Bag of Dust, Can somebody get this man out of the inn, he is drunk. Help.
Race: We assume Human.
Starting Abilities:
Tier 1 : Earthlings grow faster and require a tad less development to proceed to the next tier.
But their flaw lies in that when fighting within their tier the fight will prove harder for them
unless the have an ally..
Age: 332.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Perverted to a fault and tends to even bring some form of elderly wisdom, often improvising in most situations but ending up doing some rather good jobs when people depend on him.
In moments of great distress, Ayumu tends to snap easily but his willpower regarding problems to solve will always be in the back of his mind slowly being pushed forwards untill he reaches a concise solution.
Other moments, in real life he gets easily distracted by a woman or man, hitting both fields and even going as far as to bring forwards some rather adult jokes before then stooping low and hitting on alien races because of the expierience itself, only causing him to be sued multiple times, even earning him a life time ban on using the world 'bubbly lover' to his ex-secretary.
Appearance:
History: Ayumu was born in a average family, having a unnatural desire to learn more about Magic from the day he entered highschool and starting to slowly research the nearby objects of magic, now, this may seem like a strange part to start with the history but it is the most interesting part of his history, having started as a man who grew slow and weakly, losing in gym, losing at the class lessons with barely any interest in most mundane tasks.
Even ending up with his homework never getting turned in on time, it was not untill he found something to truely strive for that he started to push to the mountains high above, his life moving forwards in colourfull strides as his grades went from average to B's at best, slowly making his way from a ghetto school for drop-outs and shitty people to a high class school with a rather expansive library
Many documents talking about the documents of magic, many documents talking about experiments with it, people trying to draw the power from it and even more people starting to slowly push forwards into the day beyond this...
Ayumu? He simply graduated and lived off his pay checks as a small company start up fueled by a small ploy to earn him some researchers to make a small invention himself.
He wanted to be able to implant 'Magic' into a person, he wanted to figure out a way to make people capable of using magic and at the same time make them able to use what was in the past explained as a ability that only namekians could learn that could restore the flesh of many dying people.
Healing, Defensive battles, Teleportation, Magic was a concept that was brilliant to him as his drive towards it only pushed him further, his body slowly starting to deteriorate from aging, his mind growing fragile, his body growing pained and starting to fall apart, his hair dropping onto the ground in bundles as he was looking to be dead at the age of 60, this was where he found the treasure that he needed... A hint towards magic that he wanted to get in possession at all costs.
People were calling it out to be a scam and many other people were calling him stupid, forking over his entire wealth and leaving him as a poor fucker in the streets as he bought a single seed from his entire fortune, ending him up with nothing more than his thinking project of a small stall as he made his way out of the city...
Life was perfect wasn't it? He died for his research, or atleast that was what he wanted to believe, laying on the bed that was made shoddily in the night as the stars slowly rose up with a mighty fever starting to crawl up on him, his body finally kicking the bucket as he grasped the final object, feeling it slowly roll out of his powerless arm as he passed out from the agony of the fever, something he later realized wasn't just the fever itself, thick veins visible on his arm as his hair had come back by the next morning, roots starting to grow out of his left arm...
Honestly, with a multitude of years that he slowly started working on his muscle tone once again, his body growing with age once again, almost as if he was kept continiously at his prime, his body cells having their deadman's duration long bypassed due to the cells of the seed seemingly treating him like a tree, continiously growing layer upon layer without a stop as his intake of calories increased.
With the seed itself having become a telepathic connection to the being he then dubbed 'Hana' who seemed overly familiar with him and playfully punched him in the gut once in a while... A being of magic that he could research all he wanted from this point onwards and teach those other young whippersnappers how they can become able to surpass the normal limitations of man!
Techniques: Seed of Fist - using a small seed that is ingrained in the back of Ayumu his palm, The being that is Hana slams forwards for a devastating blow in the shape of a log.
Sprout - Channeling his bodily energy through the seed that is ingrained in his body, he flares up the being connected to him, causing her to strike twice in rapid succession.
Weakness: Ayumu is bodily dependant on the seed sprout that is stuck within his arm, but so is the sprout itself, meaning that the man himself cannot fight most of the time unless a technique specifically states, hitting at a 'zero tier' level most of the time but the sprout detached from the body hitting at the full tier level.
Charming Prince(ss) - Ayumu is easily charmed by techniques that involve such things, easily getting himself distracted and putting up a few rough words with the one who he fights with, ending with him showing quite alot of openings... But one must be warned that a perverted old man will be a more dangerous fighter.
Aging - Ayumu may look quite fit, his muscles bulging and constantly doing excercises, but that is also part of the issue, he is aging and has to keep a eye on himself or else he could suffer a heart attack, end up dying by stress or even have his muscles degenerate at a rapid pace.
Quite a pickle he is in to strive for his goal.
Nicknames/Titles: The Old one, Bag of Dust, Can somebody get this man out of the inn, he is drunk. Help.
Race: We assume Human.
Starting Abilities:
Tier 1 : Earthlings grow faster and require a tad less development to proceed to the next tier.
But their flaw lies in that when fighting within their tier the fight will prove harder for them
unless the have an ally..
Age: 332.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Perverted to a fault and tends to even bring some form of elderly wisdom, often improvising in most situations but ending up doing some rather good jobs when people depend on him.
In moments of great distress, Ayumu tends to snap easily but his willpower regarding problems to solve will always be in the back of his mind slowly being pushed forwards untill he reaches a concise solution.
Other moments, in real life he gets easily distracted by a woman or man, hitting both fields and even going as far as to bring forwards some rather adult jokes before then stooping low and hitting on alien races because of the expierience itself, only causing him to be sued multiple times, even earning him a life time ban on using the world 'bubbly lover' to his ex-secretary.
Appearance:
History: Ayumu was born in a average family, having a unnatural desire to learn more about Magic from the day he entered highschool and starting to slowly research the nearby objects of magic, now, this may seem like a strange part to start with the history but it is the most interesting part of his history, having started as a man who grew slow and weakly, losing in gym, losing at the class lessons with barely any interest in most mundane tasks.
Even ending up with his homework never getting turned in on time, it was not untill he found something to truely strive for that he started to push to the mountains high above, his life moving forwards in colourfull strides as his grades went from average to B's at best, slowly making his way from a ghetto school for drop-outs and shitty people to a high class school with a rather expansive library
Many documents talking about the documents of magic, many documents talking about experiments with it, people trying to draw the power from it and even more people starting to slowly push forwards into the day beyond this...
Ayumu? He simply graduated and lived off his pay checks as a small company start up fueled by a small ploy to earn him some researchers to make a small invention himself.
He wanted to be able to implant 'Magic' into a person, he wanted to figure out a way to make people capable of using magic and at the same time make them able to use what was in the past explained as a ability that only namekians could learn that could restore the flesh of many dying people.
Healing, Defensive battles, Teleportation, Magic was a concept that was brilliant to him as his drive towards it only pushed him further, his body slowly starting to deteriorate from aging, his mind growing fragile, his body growing pained and starting to fall apart, his hair dropping onto the ground in bundles as he was looking to be dead at the age of 60, this was where he found the treasure that he needed... A hint towards magic that he wanted to get in possession at all costs.
People were calling it out to be a scam and many other people were calling him stupid, forking over his entire wealth and leaving him as a poor fucker in the streets as he bought a single seed from his entire fortune, ending him up with nothing more than his thinking project of a small stall as he made his way out of the city...
Life was perfect wasn't it? He died for his research, or atleast that was what he wanted to believe, laying on the bed that was made shoddily in the night as the stars slowly rose up with a mighty fever starting to crawl up on him, his body finally kicking the bucket as he grasped the final object, feeling it slowly roll out of his powerless arm as he passed out from the agony of the fever, something he later realized wasn't just the fever itself, thick veins visible on his arm as his hair had come back by the next morning, roots starting to grow out of his left arm...
Honestly, with a multitude of years that he slowly started working on his muscle tone once again, his body growing with age once again, almost as if he was kept continiously at his prime, his body cells having their deadman's duration long bypassed due to the cells of the seed seemingly treating him like a tree, continiously growing layer upon layer without a stop as his intake of calories increased.
With the seed itself having become a telepathic connection to the being he then dubbed 'Hana' who seemed overly familiar with him and playfully punched him in the gut once in a while... A being of magic that he could research all he wanted from this point onwards and teach those other young whippersnappers how they can become able to surpass the normal limitations of man!
Techniques: Seed of Fist - using a small seed that is ingrained in the back of Ayumu his palm, The being that is Hana slams forwards for a devastating blow in the shape of a log.
Sprout - Channeling his bodily energy through the seed that is ingrained in his body, he flares up the being connected to him, causing her to strike twice in rapid succession.
Weakness: Ayumu is bodily dependant on the seed sprout that is stuck within his arm, but so is the sprout itself, meaning that the man himself cannot fight most of the time unless a technique specifically states, hitting at a 'zero tier' level most of the time but the sprout detached from the body hitting at the full tier level.
Charming Prince(ss) - Ayumu is easily charmed by techniques that involve such things, easily getting himself distracted and putting up a few rough words with the one who he fights with, ending with him showing quite alot of openings... But one must be warned that a perverted old man will be a more dangerous fighter.
Aging - Ayumu may look quite fit, his muscles bulging and constantly doing excercises, but that is also part of the issue, he is aging and has to keep a eye on himself or else he could suffer a heart attack, end up dying by stress or even have his muscles degenerate at a rapid pace.
Quite a pickle he is in to strive for his goal.