Post by Celmaru Waterfield on Jul 27, 2017 4:06:02 GMT
Name: Celmaru (Karmaru) Anton Waterfield
Nicknames/Titles: N/A
Race: (Saiyan-Human) Hybrid
...Because I'm an unoriginal fuck.
Starting Abilities: Rage Boost
Age: 17
...Because I'm still an unoriginal fuck.
Gender: Male
Personality:
Celmaru is typically pessimistic by force of habit. There are moments of meager, bleak, possibly even cynical "optimism"; albeit that's never destined to last. Persistently overthinking both interaction and action, Celmaru may very well hesitate at the drop of a metaphorical hat. However, the hybrid is rather emotionally driven, often permitting his own feelings to get the better of him if the situation creates the opportunity. Due to this and his own pessimism, Celmaru isn't the most social person on Earth in the slightest.
Appearance:
(A bit shit with border-lines but oh well we're piecing this shit together regardless)
(Celmaru, pre-scar)
History:
Celmaru was born to a Human mother and a Saiyan father. Birthed successfully near a distant planet in space, the hybrid had always seemed to be cursed by an unlucky star. Throughout his life, Celmaru was consistently a victim of unfortunate happenstance; or perhaps just outright unlucky. Being the result of two surprisingly similar species didn't assist in any manner. Despite this, from a young age, the hybrid was an aspiring martial artist.
Celmaru's father, being a Saiyan, was one to often fight, train, etc. As reckless as he was on any battlefield, he wasn't any less reckless with his only son. As unlucky as Celmaru was, he wasn't one to be able to injure himself out of training. Rigorous exercise, gravity chamber sessions, needlessly dangerous ideas for becoming stronger, and more. This all began from a young age; yet Celmaru barely grew in both strength and height.
When the hybrid began his schooling, an unfortunate event had spawned a terrible reputation for him. At the age of four, Celmaru was simply playing with a classmate. A mere game of patty-cake, no less. Yet, among the playful high-fives, the hybrid child attempted to extend beyond his reach. Rising briefly, only to fall forward, the two children fell atop one another. However, the other child struck a nearby table; a bit too strongly, in fact. Being in the open, the two were spotted and Celmaru was scolded. The other children soon branded him to be quite "mean". Such claims only evolved with time.
The years would pass with similar sorts of events transpiring.
Around the age of sixteen, meanwhile, the hybrid experienced an accident involving what was his monkey tail. Some of the hybrid's peers attempted to remove it forcefully, yet they failed to do so completely. For once, Celmaru was at least partially fortunate; albeit his misfortune returned swiftly. The trademark Saiyan tail was crippled and unable to absorb Blutz waves anymore for the hybrid. The crippled tail was clipped near the base; barely leaving room for movement before risking a total disconnect.
At the age of seventeen, the hybrid is beginning his final year of secondary education. Nowadays, his tail is hidden; his chances of becoming a mighty Oozaru dashed. Hopefully this final year goes smoothly.
Techniques:
Great Blast Smash
Lemme Smash Celmaru concentrates on slam jamming his fist into the opponent. This requires only one fist; with little variation at the moment. There's little flash with this "technique".
Moiraío Atýchima
Celmaru focuses upon an odd power as he prepares yet another strike. Akin to the Great Blast Smash, the hybrid utilizes a fist and banks on it connecting with a face, limb, etc. For some reason, this technique never seems to have a defined form or preparation method. It often seems to vary. Regardless, this is Celmaru's current ""ultimate"" attack.*
*Spinning may or may not be included
...STILL AN UNORIGINAL FUCK!
Weakness:
Emotionally Driven (to a fault)
Overthinks so much that he overlooks possibilities
Tendency to hesitate; excluding when emotion overcomes that much.
...Then he becomes far too hasty.
Nicknames/Titles: N/A
Race: (Saiyan-Human) Hybrid
...Because I'm an unoriginal fuck.
Starting Abilities: Rage Boost
Age: 17
...Because I'm still an unoriginal fuck.
Gender: Male
Personality:
Celmaru is typically pessimistic by force of habit. There are moments of meager, bleak, possibly even cynical "optimism"; albeit that's never destined to last. Persistently overthinking both interaction and action, Celmaru may very well hesitate at the drop of a metaphorical hat. However, the hybrid is rather emotionally driven, often permitting his own feelings to get the better of him if the situation creates the opportunity. Due to this and his own pessimism, Celmaru isn't the most social person on Earth in the slightest.
Appearance:
(A bit shit with border-lines but oh well we're piecing this shit together regardless)
(Celmaru, pre-scar)
History:
Celmaru was born to a Human mother and a Saiyan father. Birthed successfully near a distant planet in space, the hybrid had always seemed to be cursed by an unlucky star. Throughout his life, Celmaru was consistently a victim of unfortunate happenstance; or perhaps just outright unlucky. Being the result of two surprisingly similar species didn't assist in any manner. Despite this, from a young age, the hybrid was an aspiring martial artist.
Celmaru's father, being a Saiyan, was one to often fight, train, etc. As reckless as he was on any battlefield, he wasn't any less reckless with his only son. As unlucky as Celmaru was, he wasn't one to be able to injure himself out of training. Rigorous exercise, gravity chamber sessions, needlessly dangerous ideas for becoming stronger, and more. This all began from a young age; yet Celmaru barely grew in both strength and height.
When the hybrid began his schooling, an unfortunate event had spawned a terrible reputation for him. At the age of four, Celmaru was simply playing with a classmate. A mere game of patty-cake, no less. Yet, among the playful high-fives, the hybrid child attempted to extend beyond his reach. Rising briefly, only to fall forward, the two children fell atop one another. However, the other child struck a nearby table; a bit too strongly, in fact. Being in the open, the two were spotted and Celmaru was scolded. The other children soon branded him to be quite "mean". Such claims only evolved with time.
The years would pass with similar sorts of events transpiring.
Around the age of sixteen, meanwhile, the hybrid experienced an accident involving what was his monkey tail. Some of the hybrid's peers attempted to remove it forcefully, yet they failed to do so completely. For once, Celmaru was at least partially fortunate; albeit his misfortune returned swiftly. The trademark Saiyan tail was crippled and unable to absorb Blutz waves anymore for the hybrid. The crippled tail was clipped near the base; barely leaving room for movement before risking a total disconnect.
At the age of seventeen, the hybrid is beginning his final year of secondary education. Nowadays, his tail is hidden; his chances of becoming a mighty Oozaru dashed. Hopefully this final year goes smoothly.
Techniques:
Great Blast Smash
Moiraío Atýchima
Celmaru focuses upon an odd power as he prepares yet another strike. Akin to the Great Blast Smash, the hybrid utilizes a fist and banks on it connecting with a face, limb, etc. For some reason, this technique never seems to have a defined form or preparation method. It often seems to vary. Regardless, this is Celmaru's current ""ultimate"" attack.*
*Spinning may or may not be included
...STILL AN UNORIGINAL FUCK!
Weakness:
Emotionally Driven (to a fault)
Overthinks so much that he overlooks possibilities
Tendency to hesitate; excluding when emotion overcomes that much.
...Then he becomes far too hasty.
