Post by Sickle Ize on May 1, 2020 22:06:31 GMT -6
Sickle Ize
Name: Ize Sickle / Sickle Ize
Nickname(s): Frost-Seijin Outta Water, Emperor of Another Realm
Race: Frost-Seijin
Age: 150 Years Old
Gender: Masculine
Planet: Planet Earth
Appearance: A monster of a creature unlike most have seen, he is far from the ordinary Frost-Seijin. His body, being enormous compared to the typical Frost-Seijin, stands at a solid six feet in height (6'0") in his traditional First Form, at nine feet eleven inches in his Second Form (9'11"), at seven feet five inches in his Third (7'5"), and six feet eight inches in his Final Form (6'8"). His is extremely large for this, and as such is clearly definable from other Frost-Seijins due to so.
Contrary to most, Sickle prefers to wear external armor in the form of Sickle Force Assault Armor, tailored to his body and bearing his favorite cape style. He left Universe 7 with his only suit, which barely stayed intact minus minor damage. His overall preferred form is his second form, where he looks very much like King Cold, though with small differences here and there. In total, he is a typical Frost-Seijin aside from that, though with the minor difference of appearing similar to cooler in his Final Form.
History: Born in Universe 7 on the planet of Frost, and raised by the Ize clan as direct descendant of the ancient emperors before, it did not take long for Sickle to grow of age and attain his one true goal, becoming the Emperor of the Universe under his intense Planetary Trade Organization. Disbanding the PTO and reforming it as a consolidated empire named the Sickle Force, he would extend his will upon the universe.
It did not take long for Sickle to have encompassed his will upon most of the galaxies near the border to Universe 6, not understanding the multiverse theory and assuming the anomalous nature of the failed scouting attempts over the border into the new territory he wanted to claim, he abandoned his post to handle it in person, leaving his son behind to rule in his stead, while he would travel with his crew in his personal mothership, upon transporting across the border between universes, all communication between himself and his scouting planet nearby cut off as expected, and left him adrift with no electronic power to his ship. Soon his entire crew soffocated from the lack of oxygen and others froze from the cold, but not Sickle.
Left drifting for weeks with no ability to control where they went, his ship was pummeled by a meteor belt, ripping it to pieces and tearing up the corpses of the crew, while also ripping Sickle apart in the process, leaving him in chunks in the barely intact ship floating through space.
Beginning to reform from the damage, and feeling his power track life nearby, his instincts fueled his ki and drove him to force his ship to crash land onto Earth, with hopes of finding help, or reason, as to what everything was. His brain, having been damaged in the storm, lost most of his memories, and all he can remember is his species, name, and the appearance of the Sickle Force's uniform. Ironic, being left with nothing but his pride, after losing it all to space. The final frontier reclaiming itself from his palms.
Racials:
Aptitude: A race of fast learners, Frost-Seijin are known to catch on rather quickly. Obtain one Mastery Point every 12,000 PL instead of 15,000.
Salvo: A hardy people, the durability of the Frosts only stand as a testament to their hardiness. Frost-seijin can survive down to -35% HP when not fully disintegrated. This also applies to site events, Saga threads, DEs, etc.
Techniques:
[STA-1] Emperor's New Reprove: Fueling his anger into every strike, Sickle begins to pummel into the enemy with his fists, before going for the kill with his horns. [1-33% DMG STA]
[T-1] Flight: Through intense manipulation of his ki, Sickle can float above the ground and even fly with rather ease.
[T-1] Ki Sensing: Using her (rather outdated) knowledge of Ki, Curbita is capable of sensing planetwide Ki signatures and their origins, species, and so forth through decisive spiritual gymnastics.
Example Solo:
Cold, was the vastness of space. The body laying silent in the void as it drifted through the endless skies. It's demolished looking figure slowly repairing as it hurtled through space. The nearby broken space-pod spewing static with minor mentions through every other second.
"Tzzzt... Emperor Sickle... Tzzzt... Lost Signal... Tzzzt... Fear for the worst."
As this happened, Sickle's eye would open as half of his face was torn off, his reconstructed brain rebooting into confusion, as the absolute zero freeze of space nipped harshly at his skin cells as they regrew around him. His eyes widening from the wincing pain, but accepting it as life as he could not recall his past. His energy fueling him as it pushed his destroyed mothership bearing the logo of the Sickle Force, as well as his body inside of the destroyed spaceship down to the planet Earth. Everything about and around them catching fire, including Sickle's body, the burning mixing with the absolute cold of entry fueling him with an intese desire to just die. He would not, though, as he crashed toward the planet, destined to land in the wastes of East City's open fields.
"S... S-sickle. I... am... Sickle..."
Nickname(s): Frost-Seijin Outta Water, Emperor of Another Realm
Race: Frost-Seijin
Age: 150 Years Old
Gender: Masculine
Planet: Planet Earth
Appearance: A monster of a creature unlike most have seen, he is far from the ordinary Frost-Seijin. His body, being enormous compared to the typical Frost-Seijin, stands at a solid six feet in height (6'0") in his traditional First Form, at nine feet eleven inches in his Second Form (9'11"), at seven feet five inches in his Third (7'5"), and six feet eight inches in his Final Form (6'8"). His is extremely large for this, and as such is clearly definable from other Frost-Seijins due to so.
Contrary to most, Sickle prefers to wear external armor in the form of Sickle Force Assault Armor, tailored to his body and bearing his favorite cape style. He left Universe 7 with his only suit, which barely stayed intact minus minor damage. His overall preferred form is his second form, where he looks very much like King Cold, though with small differences here and there. In total, he is a typical Frost-Seijin aside from that, though with the minor difference of appearing similar to cooler in his Final Form.
History: Born in Universe 7 on the planet of Frost, and raised by the Ize clan as direct descendant of the ancient emperors before, it did not take long for Sickle to grow of age and attain his one true goal, becoming the Emperor of the Universe under his intense Planetary Trade Organization. Disbanding the PTO and reforming it as a consolidated empire named the Sickle Force, he would extend his will upon the universe.
It did not take long for Sickle to have encompassed his will upon most of the galaxies near the border to Universe 6, not understanding the multiverse theory and assuming the anomalous nature of the failed scouting attempts over the border into the new territory he wanted to claim, he abandoned his post to handle it in person, leaving his son behind to rule in his stead, while he would travel with his crew in his personal mothership, upon transporting across the border between universes, all communication between himself and his scouting planet nearby cut off as expected, and left him adrift with no electronic power to his ship. Soon his entire crew soffocated from the lack of oxygen and others froze from the cold, but not Sickle.
Left drifting for weeks with no ability to control where they went, his ship was pummeled by a meteor belt, ripping it to pieces and tearing up the corpses of the crew, while also ripping Sickle apart in the process, leaving him in chunks in the barely intact ship floating through space.
Beginning to reform from the damage, and feeling his power track life nearby, his instincts fueled his ki and drove him to force his ship to crash land onto Earth, with hopes of finding help, or reason, as to what everything was. His brain, having been damaged in the storm, lost most of his memories, and all he can remember is his species, name, and the appearance of the Sickle Force's uniform. Ironic, being left with nothing but his pride, after losing it all to space. The final frontier reclaiming itself from his palms.
Racials:
Aptitude: A race of fast learners, Frost-Seijin are known to catch on rather quickly. Obtain one Mastery Point every 12,000 PL instead of 15,000.
Salvo: A hardy people, the durability of the Frosts only stand as a testament to their hardiness. Frost-seijin can survive down to -35% HP when not fully disintegrated. This also applies to site events, Saga threads, DEs, etc.
Techniques:
[STA-1] Emperor's New Reprove: Fueling his anger into every strike, Sickle begins to pummel into the enemy with his fists, before going for the kill with his horns. [1-33% DMG STA]
[T-1] Flight: Through intense manipulation of his ki, Sickle can float above the ground and even fly with rather ease.
[T-1] Ki Sensing: Using her (rather outdated) knowledge of Ki, Curbita is capable of sensing planetwide Ki signatures and their origins, species, and so forth through decisive spiritual gymnastics.
Example Solo:
Cold, was the vastness of space. The body laying silent in the void as it drifted through the endless skies. It's demolished looking figure slowly repairing as it hurtled through space. The nearby broken space-pod spewing static with minor mentions through every other second.
"Tzzzt... Emperor Sickle... Tzzzt... Lost Signal... Tzzzt... Fear for the worst."
As this happened, Sickle's eye would open as half of his face was torn off, his reconstructed brain rebooting into confusion, as the absolute zero freeze of space nipped harshly at his skin cells as they regrew around him. His eyes widening from the wincing pain, but accepting it as life as he could not recall his past. His energy fueling him as it pushed his destroyed mothership bearing the logo of the Sickle Force, as well as his body inside of the destroyed spaceship down to the planet Earth. Everything about and around them catching fire, including Sickle's body, the burning mixing with the absolute cold of entry fueling him with an intese desire to just die. He would not, though, as he crashed toward the planet, destined to land in the wastes of East City's open fields.
"S... S-sickle. I... am... Sickle..."
