Post by Mollus on May 5, 2020 18:45:42 GMT -6
CHARACTER NAME
Name: Mollus
Nickname(s): None
Race: Namekian
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Mollus is a Namekian with bright yellow eyes and two skin tones. Over most of his body, he has a nice green pigment that covers his skull, the back of his neck, and most of his body. He was actually born blind and frail--his eyes were white as a result, but one day some kind of magical blessing came down upon him, imbuing him with power, and more importantly to him, eyesight. This leaves him with a somewhat mystical shine to his gaze. His antennae are rather slim. He has normal dentures and medium-sized canines.
He has a scar on the base of his neck, which he got during his crash landing on Earth. He had left Namek with the goal to explore friendly planets, but unfortunately, he was tracked by space pirates to the Milky Way galaxy unknowingly. They revealed himself and utterly destroyed his ship while he was in Earth's atmosphere. He was forced to jump. He barely managed to start flying, but it was too late. He smashed his neck directly on a cliff's edge, leading him to tumble down into the canyon. Fortunately, he was saved by a local martial artist, who took him back to his village. While Mollus was unconscious, they treated the Namekian like their own.
On his face his skin tone shifts, changing into a more brown-yellow-green combination that is somewhat common in a minority of his race. Furthermore, on the front of his neck, there is a protective beige film that protects the vulnerable areas. This film drifts all the way down to his abs, covering his toned belly as an extra security measure against attack. His body, much like his antennae is quite lean for a Namekian. He stands at about 7'1", which is on the shorter side for his race.
After regaining his health, Mollus was gifted a leather wristband by his savior, who was actually double the Namekian's age--quite old for a human. Mollus wears this wrist band on his dominant right hand, and it carries special significance for him. He sees it as the embodiment of his change in fortune. His left hand is bare.
Mollus wears an open jacket, revealing his film-covered chest. The jacket is closed at the abs. It is made out of silk. The Namekian was gifted it by a local socialite after a short stint as his bodyguard. It is magically fortified to resist stains, burns, and tears. The jacket is dyed into a light brown color.
He wears a leather utility belt. A pouch that contains capsules dangle from his right thigh. Under the pouch, he carries a metal-tipped whip, which is easy to assist in battle. He was gifted the whip upon his savior's passing, which he used during a ceremonial hunting trip to gather leather, which he used to fashion his belt and pouch.
He has a variety of bottoms, which are all tinged brown. Some of them are expensive, magically blessed silk bottoms like his jacket, others are jeans or shorts.
Racials:
Elasticity - Due to their morphology, Namekians are able to extend, retract, or expand any part of their body on a whim. Allows one or more melee attacks to reach over two range zones for 10% more stamina cost. Normal melee can be done one range further.
Regeneration - A trait most notable in the Namekian species, they are able to recover from even some of the most gruesome wounds in an instant. Can recover up to 30% HP (-5% HP regeneration per use in a thread) of their HP. 1:2 cost to Stamina per point/percentage in HP. Max HP is reduced by 5% per use. Can regrow lost/dismembered limbs.
Techniques:
[SP-1] - Flight - Mollus can fly.
[SP-1] - Ki Sense - Mollus can sense Ki.
[KI-1] - Whiplash - (1-33% Damage) - Mollus channels his white ki into the end, and whips it, sending an elongated ki tangle at the enemy.
Nickname(s): None
Race: Namekian
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Mollus is a Namekian with bright yellow eyes and two skin tones. Over most of his body, he has a nice green pigment that covers his skull, the back of his neck, and most of his body. He was actually born blind and frail--his eyes were white as a result, but one day some kind of magical blessing came down upon him, imbuing him with power, and more importantly to him, eyesight. This leaves him with a somewhat mystical shine to his gaze. His antennae are rather slim. He has normal dentures and medium-sized canines.
He has a scar on the base of his neck, which he got during his crash landing on Earth. He had left Namek with the goal to explore friendly planets, but unfortunately, he was tracked by space pirates to the Milky Way galaxy unknowingly. They revealed himself and utterly destroyed his ship while he was in Earth's atmosphere. He was forced to jump. He barely managed to start flying, but it was too late. He smashed his neck directly on a cliff's edge, leading him to tumble down into the canyon. Fortunately, he was saved by a local martial artist, who took him back to his village. While Mollus was unconscious, they treated the Namekian like their own.
On his face his skin tone shifts, changing into a more brown-yellow-green combination that is somewhat common in a minority of his race. Furthermore, on the front of his neck, there is a protective beige film that protects the vulnerable areas. This film drifts all the way down to his abs, covering his toned belly as an extra security measure against attack. His body, much like his antennae is quite lean for a Namekian. He stands at about 7'1", which is on the shorter side for his race.
After regaining his health, Mollus was gifted a leather wristband by his savior, who was actually double the Namekian's age--quite old for a human. Mollus wears this wrist band on his dominant right hand, and it carries special significance for him. He sees it as the embodiment of his change in fortune. His left hand is bare.
Mollus wears an open jacket, revealing his film-covered chest. The jacket is closed at the abs. It is made out of silk. The Namekian was gifted it by a local socialite after a short stint as his bodyguard. It is magically fortified to resist stains, burns, and tears. The jacket is dyed into a light brown color.
He wears a leather utility belt. A pouch that contains capsules dangle from his right thigh. Under the pouch, he carries a metal-tipped whip, which is easy to assist in battle. He was gifted the whip upon his savior's passing, which he used during a ceremonial hunting trip to gather leather, which he used to fashion his belt and pouch.
He has a variety of bottoms, which are all tinged brown. Some of them are expensive, magically blessed silk bottoms like his jacket, others are jeans or shorts.
Racials:
Elasticity - Due to their morphology, Namekians are able to extend, retract, or expand any part of their body on a whim. Allows one or more melee attacks to reach over two range zones for 10% more stamina cost. Normal melee can be done one range further.
Regeneration - A trait most notable in the Namekian species, they are able to recover from even some of the most gruesome wounds in an instant. Can recover up to 30% HP (-5% HP regeneration per use in a thread) of their HP. 1:2 cost to Stamina per point/percentage in HP. Max HP is reduced by 5% per use. Can regrow lost/dismembered limbs.
Techniques:
[SP-1] - Flight - Mollus can fly.
[SP-1] - Ki Sense - Mollus can sense Ki.
[KI-1] - Whiplash - (1-33% Damage) - Mollus channels his white ki into the end, and whips it, sending an elongated ki tangle at the enemy.
Example Solo: Most creatures, either when they are born or shortly afterward, are immersed in light, color, and beauty. They see their families and environments, and they explore.
That wasn't true for Mollus. He came out of his egg in nothing. From nothing, into nothing. Mollus was blind and as frail as a creature as his progenitors had ever seen. Still, they tried to encourage him to explore. He navigated around by sensing the environment around him, crawling within the bounds of his narrow world. He was able to sense walls and nearby objects to an extent that allowed him to just barely entertain himself.
His ancestors stood by him. He was slowly forced to step outside his comfort zone; they quizzed Mollus on his environment until he got the answers right. Eventually, this lead to him learning advanced ki sensing. He took several years extra to get that far, compared to most Namekian youth, but their lessons were eventually ingrained.
After he developed a solid foundation, they pushed him into what he was told was normal training, but in reality, he was treated much, much more gently than normal. They taught him basic martial arts, which was a significant struggle for the fragile youngling.
One day, when Mollus was about fifteen, a powerful, older Namekian explorer returned to Mollus' village, with gifts for the Elders. Mollus could sense the intense pressure emanating off of the Namek, but even more so he was attracted to the older one's treasures. They felt so wonderful from afar; he couldn't help himself. He defied the Elders' orders to stay away from the dangerous artifacts. Mollus crept into the treasury and nabbed a spherical object. Mollus shrieked, as his fingertips began to turn to stone! Pain racked his hand as he began to be petrified. Unknown to the blind Namekian, this gem was the shell of an ancient Frost-jin wizard that held mighty powers over life and death. Direct contact was dangerous, as he was forewarned. Mollus began to grow emerald. His eyes began to burn with light, and suddenly he was gifted eyesight.
He shrieked again, suffering from the pain of seeing things for the first time. He shut his eyes, his hands coming up to cover them from the light. Two of his fingertips, the pointer and middle fingers on his right hand, were rigidly strutting out, scratching one of his antennae as he covered his eyes.
The older, powerful Namekian burst into the room. Slaggo, as he was named, let out a holler. "You! What have you done to yourself?" he demanded.
"I-I could feel the power... I couldn't help myself! I heard you talking to the Elders about the magic in these things and I wanted it for myself!"
"Idiot!" the adventurer slapped Mollus on the cheek, albeit lightly.
"Do you see what you did to yourself? That will only get worse!" the explorer snarled. "You've essentially damned yourself, youngling,"
At that point, the Guru of Namek stepped into the room. "What is the meaning of this? I could sense a magical release on the other side of the planet!" the portly Grand Elder rumbled.
"This youngling cursed himself," Slaggo gestured to Mollus' quickly petrifying hand. "He will die tonight from the curse,"
The Guru frowned. "I am aware of a wide array of magics," he stated. "but I do not know a cure for this. All we can do is hope that I halt the progress," the guru snapped his clawed fingers, and a large scroll appeared, hovering before him. It was absolutely massive, being as thick as Mollus was tall at the time. The Grand Elder Guru muttered something to the scroll, and it unfurled itself about three feet. The Guru continued to mutter to himself for a long period of time. During which, Mollus was freaking out.
He had damned himself? Was this it? Cast from darkness, into darkness, with only a decade and a half of pointless movement to keep him busy? All those lessons he took were useless. Soon he would be a statue; an Aesop for his ancestors to tell the other younglings about for centuries. "Don't get too curious, or you might end up frozen forever!" With his eyes still shut, Mollus began to cry.
"I just wanted to see what was so powerful! I didn't know!" he wept.
"Silence!" Slaggo slapped him again, slightly harder this time. "The Guru is focusing!" Mollus shut up, but still cried quietly to himself.
While the explorer did not say anything, he hugged the youngling. Most of the time the Elders refused to touch him, for fear of injuring him. Mollus didn't understand. While he was taught with compassion, there was always a paradoxical distance that the others had kept from him. Mollus couldn't take the darkness any longer. He opened his eyes.
He saw. The room he was in was white. It was structured as if several orbs were fused together at different points, like an oblong three-dimensional Venn-Diagram. There were blue windows near the top of the domes, shaped like orbs themselves. Why were his people so obsessed with dome-shaped buildings?
Not only did he see the room, but he saw the people and artifacts inside it. On an altar, upon a crimson pillow, sat the orb he used... it was some kind of shell? It was labeled too, (Mollus learned how to read Namekian on stone slabs when he was young) as "The Gem of the Magi". There were many other objects, but they scared Mollus.
He turned his head and shifted his gaze to the brother. He was much taller than Mollus, standing at around 9", with a massive amount of muscle mass. He wore an interesting outfit. Robes made of silk drifted down his back, but left his dark green chest open in the front. A short saber hung from a scabbard at his side, and he let a chain of silver dangle from his neck.
He looked and felt so strong, and yet he was hugging him! This shattered Mollus’ conception of power and might. He had thought that the most powerful of his race sat in silence all the time, meditating on their magics and drinking from the clearest water they could find, but that was untrue. This brother was the strongest Namek he’d ever sensed, and he explored other worlds… the thought tantalized Mollus.
The Elder Guru spoke. “I have found a spell that will most likely halt the curse’s development, but it comes at a cost: great power,” he rumbled, staring into Slaggo’s eyes. The Guru glanced at Mollus and did a double take. “You are the one who was born without sight to see, and yet your eyes have been given life,” he paused. “I have one question: was it worth it?”
The Guru’s insinuation was clear. He gained his eyesight as a result of this petrification curse. “I-I d-don’t know, Guru,” Mollus whimpered. He was still crying and shaking as he spoke. “It kind of burns,”
The Guru spoke again, this time to Slaggo. “I am nearing the end of my years, but I have more than enough raw magical energy to slow the progress of the hex. However, I have too much at stake to completely cure this youngling’s foolish mistake. I am asking you a personal favor, Slaggo. Take this youngling with you once the spell is complete, give him the most wondrous adventure you can give him, until the curse dominates him,”
“I don’t take in younglings,” the adventurer grunted. “Especially not foolish thieving younglings,”
“Well, you’re the one who brought cursed objects onto sacred ground, and on top of that, this is not the first mistake you’ve made on Namek,” the Guru said, pulling rank on Slaggo. The explorer grunted again, but relented. Mollus could feel his muscles were tense against his body, though.
“Fine, I will take him, and train him, regardless of the results of your spell. If it doesn’t work, then I will find a way to heal him, Great Guru,”
The portly Elder agreed. He snapped his fingers, and not only did the scroll disappear, but a whole host of ingredients appeared in front of him, floating. In the center, was a Namekian toad. The blue thing made a ‘ribbit’ sound, but other than that, was completely motionless.
“Place your hand on the toad, and focus your energy on drawing my magic from inside it, to the youngling,” the Guru instructed. Slaggo’s hand stretched from across the room, right to the creature. White ki began to travel along the top of his elongated arm, wrapping it around him and going straight into Mollus’ completely petrified forearm. The curse immediately stopped spreading, but did not go. “What evil magic!” the Guru exclaimed, grunting. His ki began to flow on, like a torrent. Additionally, black ki began to flow out of Mollus’ hand.
He could feel the heat come back to his arm. The spell was working! His arms still looked like a soggy tea sack, but the curse was lifted! Hoorah!
“You certainly are fortunate, Mollus,” rumbled the Elder. “You almost died, but got away with both your life, and a pair of powerful eyes,”
What did that mean? He had powerful eyes?
“Now, it is time for both of you to leave this planet,” the Guru said.
And so, Mollus spent many years learning to overcome his frailty with Slaggo, exploring worlds until they eventually parted ways, once Slaggo judged Mollus ready to fend for himself on his own ship.
Unfortunately, the inexperienced Namekian ended up crash landing on Earth, only to be nursed back to health by human martial artists.