Charis is a firm believer in might makes right. She will take whatever she wants, whenever she wants it. Extremely confrontational, she will deliberately escalate any social conflict she is involved in to the point where she either asserts complete dominance, or violence ensues. When not taking things from other people or trying to start fights, Charis tends to be highly goal and work oriented, more concerned with getting the job done as efficiently and quickly as possible. She detests idle chatter and waiting around doing nothing.

Despite her attitude, Charis detests fair fights and challenges. Easily amused by inflicting pain on those weaker than herself, when presented with a true opponent she will pull out every stop to end the fight immediately, not being afraid to pull out her biggest moves right from the onset of the fight. She only cares about fighting insomuch as she can break others as quickly as possible, and takes little to no joy in sparring with an opponent of equal power and skill.

While in theory her personality would have gotten her killed early on, in practice Charis generally leaves most other people alone unless they have something she wants or else gets in her way, and so can function more or less normally in Human society. When not training or working, she spends most of her time swimming, attending concerts and hanging around recording studios, practicing with the flute, and studying martial philosophy as a student of the Leopard School. Leading a largely solitary lifestyle, Charis has yet to get herself into any truly significant trouble yet.

Charis was born in a third-world island country caught up in civil war due to a conflict between the renewed Red Ribbon gang and opposing elements of the local warlord. Mistaken for a boy, she was kidnapped and made into a child soldier at a young age, and through a series of incidents she got through by luck she quickly gained more notoriety and attention than was healthy. Her true gender was discovered shortly afterwards, and she was forced to kill the militia leader who had originally conscripted her before fleeing as a stowaway on a cargo ship. She was, however, caught by one of the ship's passengers - who coincidentally happened to be one Master Iikka Guiomar of the Leopard school of martial arts.

Taking pity on Charis and lacking any students, Iikka decided to raise Charis according to the principles of the Leopard School, instilling her with the discipline to help overcome her traumatic experiences within her homeland. As the years passed Master Iikka grew troubled by Charis' seeming inability to practice the martial philosophy he imparted her, as she would listen and understand but willingly flaunt the lesson in favor of pursuing her own utilitarian and abrasive mindset, still seemingly fixated in the world of her childhood. While Master Iikka considered dismissing her as his student due to her lack of reverence several times, he was always impressed by her drive and progress, as it was apparent she was one of the few rare Humans predisposed to match the strength and skill of stronger species. He was also entirely confident that, no matter how skilled or strong she became, she would never be able to defeat him personally unless she could learn to embrace the underlying teachings and principles of the Leopard school.

This plan backfired horribly when Charis abruptly killed Master Iikka in a sparring match, having apparently eclipsed him in power by an entire magnitude during the last month-long interlude between their infrequent bouts. How Charis suddenly gained sufficient power to defeat him when previously she had trouble even hitting him remains something of a mystery. With his death being ruled as accidental, Charis inherited his estate. Since that day she has consolidated the fallen Master's holdings and relocated most of his philosophical texts and training implements to an unknown location, while she uses a remote villa situated on the outskirts of Central City. She spends a fair amount of her free time in the city proper and the villa, but also vanishes for month-long periods of time without explanation. She has no listed occupation, which made certain individuals within the King's Guard suspicious when she kept making several large deposits in liquid Zeni every few weeks - though they were unable to discover anything untoward in her residence when they searched it during one of her prolonged absences.

An extremely wide, cylindrical ki-blast that is a dull orange shade in color, with brown and cyan flecks of light. The Null Driver does very little damage, essentially only capable of momentarily stunning targets or breaking concentration. However, the blast is capable of completing negating even drastically stronger ki blasts that it makes contact with, as well as of completely dissolving and dispersing/blowing away ambient or radiant ki (including ki manipulated to achieve flight). The blast cannot affect ki contained within the body (so you can instantly resume flight just by putting out more ki even if knocked out of it). Opposing ki blasts or techniques directed at the Null Driver blast, from any angle, will be disrupted and dispersed unless they are more powerful by several orders of magnitude.

The blast has a long range and extends extremely quickly, making it hard to evade if caught in its field of fire due to its extreme width (although it's unlikely to hurt anybody directly). The beam cannot swerve, bend, curve, or home. The Null Driver takes a brief moment to charge up before Charis can unleash it - equivalent to the time needed to rear back and then throw a hook or cross (read: perhaps three quarters of a second). The period is just long enough that Charis needs to anticipate attacks in order to cancel them out; she will not be able to use the Null Driver in time if an attack is fired before she starts to use it (unless that attack is rather slow). Charis typically throws the Null Driver straight out from one or both of her fists, but she may also choose to simply project it from directly in front of her body if using either hand isn't convenient. Charis cannot project the Null Driver in any direction other than directly out from her front; if she wants to aim it she has to make use of one of her hands.

The Null Driver takes little energy proportional to its size for Charis to deploy, and is not considerably energetic - its efficacy comes from both the properties of the ki Charis has manipulated, as well as the manner in which the flow of ki throughout the length of the blast has been directed. In essence, the Null Driver is a testament to technique over raw power. Charis can therefore employ the Null Driver nearly as frequently as she likes without risk of wearing herself out, although it does notably take a great degree of discipline and focus to generate - meaning she would probably have trouble using it if she were in severe, constant pain or was otherwise similarly distracted.

Charis charges her aura to become extremely volatile. Upon contact with opposing ki, either in the form of another individual's aura or ki blast, Charis' aura will violently compress to the point of contact and will then violently detonate. The detonation of energy is harmless to Charis and does not appreciably impact inert matter, but is extremely inimical to any entity or object infused with either large amounts of ki or energy.

Charis may charge her aura rather quickly, requiring little focus to do so, and can even do so whilst flying or engaged in melee combat. Her aura takes approximately a full second to charge, and the shift is heralded by a wavering flareup. When active, Charis' aura will visibly burn in the air as a dull orange glow.

In practice, Charis uses this ability in melee combat either to grant her next attack an added punch, or else to fend off her opponent. While the ability could in theory be used to block incoming ki blasts, its (relatively) long activation period and its moderate energy cost make it both difficult to time properly and inefficient to use for such a purpose - and stronger ki blasts would likely swallow up the detonation regardless. This limitation is also the ability's weakness - even a single, weak ki blast directed against it will cause the aura to detonate and be completely wasted, meaning that at long to close range it is easy to dispel without risk. The technique is most dangerous when encountered at melee range.

Charis fires a low-intensity scatter blast of Ki from both of her hands while gesturing in an attack posture, creating several dozen (harmless) ki-infused afterimages of her fists flying at the target's body from many different directions, creating the impression that Charis is launching simultaneous attacks that are too fast to be followed.

The next phase of the Combination depends on how the opponent reacts. If they charge into the barrage of illusionary fists or else launch any other form of melee attack, Charis' stance then allows her to effortlessly counter while simultaneously dispelling the illusory fists in a bright flash of light that can blind and disorient her opponent. However, if her opponent takes no action or else only attempts to guard themselves from the illusionary barrage of fists, Charis will spring forward with a devastating full-body slam designed to throw her opponent off their feet and then be pinned either to the wall or ground. The only response to the Leopard Combination that ensures safety is to retreat.

Normal Form:
HGT: 4'6
WGT: 70 lbs

Legendary Super Saiyan
HGT: 7'4
WGT: 350 lbs

Normally, Thess simply appears to be a very upbeat teenager with a positive attitude, despite his predicament. Even when those around him scoff and laugh at him for having the power level of a Human, something stirs inside causing him to defiantly declare his strength. He does not seem to take much seriously, except for his training. Everything else, just seems to be a joke or a game to him. Thess just always seems to be trying to have fun.

Those that might see behind the facade will find nothing but rage and sadness, his true feeling that constantly threaten to overcome him. Holding them deep inside, he refuses to acknowledge just how much he despises the universe, truly holding it in contempt not only for his birth but for the twist that both gave him his power and took away his dream. Unbeknownst to him, sometimes when he lies in bed at night and his mid wanders to the truth of just how alone he is, tears creep down his face before he drifts away into the night.

There is not a whole lot that the boy truly enjoys, except the training and the purifyingly painful sensation of transforming. When he interacts with others his real goal is to end it as soon as possible, finding that despite feeling perpetually alone the boy cannot stomach most people. He has always hated the color of his hair and eyes, seeing them as a mockery of his inability to attain a body that could utilize the Super Saiyan transformations.

Born to a female Saiyan, whose fighting skills are nigh unparalleled, the weak and frail Saiyan had only enough blood to give him a tail. Weak enough to be a human babe, he lacked the ability that allows Saiyans to gain strength from close encounters with death. The woman hid her shame by saying she lost the child and gave him to his father. The man was a human scientist working for Capsule Corp, in charge of something referred to as Project Broly. Thess would spend his younger years under the belief that he could unlock some sort of hidden power if he only trained hard enough.

Every morning the boy would wake up and train for as long as his little body would let him, between coughing fits. When his father wasn't working in the lab, he would carefully watch over the boy. Eventually, it became apparent that no matter how long he trained, no matter how hard he worked, his body would never be able to support the lifestyle of a fighter. With the Oozaru form even, the boy would defend little. Thess lost that happy smile, for which, his father came home. He became very depressed and stopped eating, no longer wishing to live in a world where his dream could never come true.

Fearing the death of his son, Dr. Hound introduced the boy to his work. He had recently isolated the gene in Broly's DNA that allowed the Saiyan to access the Legendary Super Saiyan state. They would soon start testing it on young Saiyans. With his hope revived, the boy returned to his training, determined to get as strong as he can. As test after test on young Saiyan failed, the power of the form burning through them and destroying them, Thess grew more and more impatient. His anger at the hand life and the universe had dealt to him multiplied with each passing moment

Finally, convinced that he was the only one who deserved the access to such mythical power, Thess was unable to wait any longer. He approached his father and demanded that he be the next subject they test the gene on. Dr. Hound, having seen many children now, was of course hesitant, not wanting to lose his son. The boy stormed out of the room, a crazed look in his eyes. Chasing after him, the doctor was able to bring him home, but something in his personality had shifted for the worse.

The tests continued to fail, each subject unable to contain the power, no matter how well trained. Ranks of tests subjects thinned so far that only a couple were left. Then one night an eleven and a half year old Thess snuck away into the lab, trying to steal the gene therapy serum. His father caught him, though the doctor was not happy about the attempted theft, he decided that night that he would allow the boy to enter the tests.

When the sun rose the following morning, the boy found himself strapped to a table, his father stepping to his side. Syringe in hand, Dr. Hound plunged it into the boy's arm, administering the serum. At first, it look liked the results of every other test, the boy began to convulse, writhing around beneath the straps. His eyes, rolled up into his head and his body began to glow green, the doctors cleared the room at this point. After the room was rocked by a massive explosion, they returned, on the floor lie the boy. The room was destroyed and the boy looked burned, but he still breathed.

For sixths months after the explosion, Thess lie in a coma, his father visiting him everyday and regretting the decision he made. Eventually, he quit his job, unable to continue putting children through something that his son barely survived. He stayed day and night with the boy. Then one morning, his head lying on the bed next to the boy, his eyes fluttered open to a bright green glow. A second explosion birthed the form of the Legendary Super Saiyan back into existence, but it killed the boy's father.

Floating over the bed, looking down at the charred remains of the only man who had ever really cared for him, Thess broke. His dream shattered before his eyes, the man would never see that day that his mother praised their boy for being a strong fighter. He let loose the full fury of the Legendary Super Saiyan form and for five whole minutes he wreaked havoc. Those that survived the devastation that day only remember, a giant green glowing figure with tears streaming face and his face affixed in a grisly grin.

When Thess woke up, Project Broly had been put on hold while the scientists on it studied the boy. Through his own testimony, holding onto his anger had kept him alive while floating in a sea of endless burning power. Eventually, the scientists decided they would not be able to recreate their success without more research. Trained daily, as much as his weak form could take, the boy learned to enter the state at will through capsules, like any other Saiyan transforming.

Still, they could do nothing to raise his normal power and his body remained weak. So weak that a single transformation could take days to recover from. Continuing to train him through various means, the boy eventually got days down to hours. Unable to train his body in Ki techniques, they began to train him in the use of twin blades that can be loaded with energy capsules. With these two things, Thess began to gain skill, though the scientists still found the boy hard to control while in Legendary Super Saiyan form.

The day would come, as the Fourth Galactic Tournament marched close, that they decided to enter the Prototype, as he is referred to in the lab. The boy continued to train with the goal to prove to his mother that he is finally a powerful fighter, hoping that his father might see the moment from somewhere beyond the mortal realm.

Oozaru – This ability is unique to Saiyans that have kept their tail. It allows them to transform on a full moon into a giant ape, which multiplies their power by ten. Most Saiyans have their tail cut off at a young age because the transformation is so hard to control. Those that retain their tail have spent years training to control the great ape form and often learn the Power Ball technique.

Legendary Super Saiyan – Used by the prototype created in Capsule Corp's Project Broly, it multiplies a user's Base Power Level by 1000. One who uses this transformation seems to explode out of their body into a much larger and more muscular version, that does not seem to lack speed. They exhibit a golden green aura rather than a golden yellow aura. Their pupils and irises disappear. This transformation lasts no longer than fifteen minutes and the only known user is entirely exhausted.

Green in color, it is essentially a Ki Blast with so much energy that it explodes on impact.

Unleashing his Ki through either of the twins swords he carries, allows him to fire Ki Waves that explode on impact.

Focusing his aura around his blades, energizes them, creating a sort of combination technique.

Not so much a technique as what the name would imply, it happens when Thess enters and leaves the Legendary Super Saiyan form. When he erupts out of the much smaller body, energy burns through him and bursts out of him in a shockwave. When the transformation ends, the excess energy explodes and the Legendary Super Saiyan form disperses.

In all of his forms, Glacial, like his twin has a mark that identifies them as twins. Glacial's are always visible in the gems on his chest.

The Mark


Diplomatic Form

HGT: 4'2
WGT: 55 lbs

Combat Form

HGT: 6'4
WGT: 300 lbs

True Form

HGT: 6'2
WGT: 260 lbs

In his younger years, Glacial was a mischievous one, always finding a way to get him and his twin into trouble. A boisterous child, the young Arcosian never seemed hindered by the fact that him and his brother were weaker than most of their race. Instead, the proud boy would laugh in the faces of those who flaunted their strength in front of him. He seemed to enjoy the scuffles with the other Arcosians, never taking anything seriously. Questioning everything, Glacial's inquisitive mind never seemed to stop.

More recently, that attitude has changed drastically, what was once fun and free has become more hostile and aggressive. Though he still retains the pride and energy of his younger years, the Arcosian's demeanor has been tainted by the barbaric tendencies of his race. His voice is now often filled with sarcasm and cynicism. Originally Glacial had no love of the pretense of civility that his people pretended to have, hiding their baser instincts behind duels and their true forms behind masks, but he has since taken a great interest in those things. Still, deep down inside, his energy and pride only hide a truth that he can never run from, that he is weak.

A rare occurrence among the Arcosian race, Glacial is a twin and he has been at odds with his brother since day one. Even before escaping the birthing sac, he battle his brother for supremacy, something that made his father happy. Then he was drug out of the birthing sac by his elder brother, already at the losing end of the loser's race. For the next five years he gestated in the larval form, his True Form taking shape inside as the grub-like creature grew larger. When he finally burst out, the happiness his father felt turned to shame at the low level of power that Glacial and his twin had. The boys would never be able to hold their own against the other fighters of his race, so the father left the twins to their diplomatic mother.

Left inside the their home on the fourth floor of the Red Mountain, the level below the highest that holds the Clanlord and is reserved for those favored, the boys became very attached to their mother. Unlike their father, their mother cared deeply for them and was proud to have such a rarity to call her own. The twins would spend the next twenty years in the ritualistic training used to achieve the Diplomatic Form, a long time to attain the first part of the Nightmare Transformation. During this time, they were not able to leave their home, everyday the same as they practiced the three parts of the first transformation; imaging themselves as weak and non-threatening, feeling that weakness and then giving such weakness a form.

Upon achieving their first transformation, the boys ventured out into the rest of the mountain in their new form. Not knowing the difference in their power and nearly any other Pureblood venturing through the mountain, they quickly find themselves getting into trouble. This kind of trouble was never talked about after it happened, since conflict outside of the coliseum would mean death, but the boys often returned home with bumps and bruises. They would assure their mother that the two of them had just fallen or gotten too rough with each other, but she always suspected more. It was not too much longer at the first time they came home in such a condition that she began to the ritualistic training to help them achieve their Combat Form.

The boys found exploring the mountain much more important and entertaining than the training, paying little attention to it. One day while visiting the second level of the mountain that is home to the Mixed Bloods, the only level lower reserved for the Servants, they chanced upon one named Cube. With blood so mixed that his gems were black, Cube was considered the lowest of the low, but the boys found his company enjoyable. Cube's dream was to become sponsored as a gladiator in the Coliseum and spent most of his time training. It was only through this, that Glacial and his twin truly became interested in combat.

Over the next several years, they would learn the basics of fighting and start creating their techniques. Slowly, they watched as Mixed Blood after Mixed Blood became sponsored, while Cube showed more promise. It would become apparent to the three Arcosians that Cube was never going to be a gladiator and his spirits slowly started to sink, even as he continued to train everyday. As the twins approached their forty-fifth year, they decided to hint to their father that they had seen a Mixed Blood with great potential.

Their father would go and see for himself, later agreeing that Cube had the potential to become a great gladiator despite his heritage. He agreed to sponsor the Mixed Blood and Cube left for the Coliseum. As the next few years passed, the twins growing more and more bored, they would inquire about how Cube was doing. Eventually, their father came to realize that Cube was not simply an acquaintance of the twins but a companion. His shame grew deeper upon such a realization and he put things into motion to make things right.

Making arrangements to let the twins out to see the Coliseum, something that breaks the tenets that Arcosians follow, their father allowed the boys to watch Cube in action. It was the first time they ever got to see their friend cut loose against an opponent, but it would also be the last time. The Mixed Blood's opponent was their father, someone that the gladiator could not hope to beat. Mortified, Glacial and his brother watched as their father slaughtered their friend in combat, something for which they would never forgive him.

When they returned home, they were changed, focusing entirely on training to achieve their Combat Form. For the next ten years, the twins that had goofed around their entire lives became studious, putting everything they had into imaging, feeling and giving form to the anger and hatred they held for their father. They study combat techniques and strategies, trying to become as good at fighting as they possibly could. Finally, a couple weeks ago, the two of them achieved the forms they trained so hard to actualize. Since then, they have waited for their chance to prove themselves men of the Arcosian race and demand the right to challenge their father to a duel in the Coliseum.

Nightmare Transformation – When an Arcosian is born, they are leaps and bounds stronger than the rest of the universe. Their very power would make nearly everyone so terrified that they cannot think. In an effort to circumvent this, the Arcosians have the ability to hide their true power in various forms. Most Arcosians have three forms, a smaller one used for delegation purposes, a larger one for combat purposes and then a true form that unleashes their full power.

Stasis – The Arcosians are a strong race that have survived much, including the rampage of Majin Buu, millions of years ago. The ability to put themselves into a protective coma is what has kept their species alive through many cataclysmic events. While in this stasis, their body effectively shuts down to the point that they would be considered clinically dead. Due to this, they need no oxygen, no food nor water and can survive in this state for all eternity if need be.

Designed off of a human tool that Glacial once saw, the Arcosian focuses his Ki into his fists. Once in his fists, he begins to rotate it around his hands until it is spinning rapidly. The end result is a sawblade like weapon made of energy that he can use to engage his foes. The blades appear centered above his fists and are about a foot in diameter, the entire process takes just under a second.

This technique is pretty much the same as the Sawblade Fist and the steps to use it are the same, just focused on a different area of the body. The Ki is focused into the tail and rotated until the two blades appear, one above and one below the end of Glacial's tail. It takes the same amount of time as Sawblade Fist to enact and the only real difference is that the Arcosian can 'sling' the blades on his tail at an enemy.

Typically used as a finishing move, because it requires time to charge and a lot of energy to unleash, this technique begins with Glacial focusing his Ki into, either the spines on his back or the horns on his head. Once there is enough Ki there to start arcing lightning between them, this can take up to a minute depending on how effective the Arcosian wishes the attack to be, the Ki is condensed and focused out of his body through his tail. The end result is a massive laser that can reach targets from a fairly long distance with good accuracy. However to be truly devastating, the technique requires over a third of the Arcosian's Ki. Glacial also tends to yell out the name of this technique whenever he has to use it.

HGT: 6'2
WGT: 225 lbs

Azamat is prideful almost to a fault, fully believing himself invincible, yet taking any measure to ensure such to be true. His arrogance is astounding and his vanity even more so, taking great pride in his handsome humanoid appearance. This Makaioshin looks down on everything around him, even the others of his race, and his attitude shows it. Though he is the weakest of the Demon Gods in terms of power, he has never been bested in battle.

The Pride of Evil has been perpetually bored for a countless amount of time, but the arrival of the Arcosians changed that. He now seems to be full of life, interested in everything around him and full of devious plots. He can be very petty, holding onto grudges for a long time, even for slights against him only imagined. Azamat is convinced that it his destiny to rule over the entirety of the universe, with only the aspect of time out of his reach.

Upon his own account, Azamat is the eldest of the Makaioshin, waiting centuries in the clouds of the Demon Realm for anyone that he might call a companion. During which time he would preoccupy himself with the lesser beings of his realm, subjugating them through brute force alone. Eventually, the first of these Demon Gods grew tired of conquering and tired of waiting. As he would tell it, he began to explore the true depths of his unique powers, trying to tamper with time itself. Then when he began to master time, he started to see a layer of reality in which he realized that he did not belong. Despite being immortal and timeless, like all of his brethren, the Pride of Evil found himself face to face with a being that simply referred to itself as the God of Time.

Prideful, but no fool, Azamat conceded and gave up his powers to that being. It was the only time until then and since that the Makaioshin had been humbled. That feeling is something he would never forget in all of his potentially eternal life, a feeling he swore to himself that he would never feel again. Returning to the clouds, he focused on exploring his unique powers again and found the other side, spatial manipulation. By the time any of the other Makaioshin had appeared, he had mastered space itself, though only the space around him.

At this point, the Pride of Evil, had already become bored with his realm and took little interest in the others when they arrived. He would occasionally interact with them, mainly to proclaim his superiority over them. Untold centuries passed, with the Makaioshin sitting in the clouds being waited on hand and foot, while watching over his realm from the large pool of fire. Eventually, something changed and the pool of fire no longer showed the realm that he called home. His interest piqued, Azamat watched the Mortal Realm and the lesser ones that inhabited it. Time passed and even that began to bore him, but then the Arcosians invaded.

The pool of fire shifted back to his realm and he watched with amusement as Lord Shiver led his troops through the ten provinces of the Demon Realm. He cheered the newcomer on, hoping that the leader of the Arcosian Empire might provide him with some fun. When the empire claimed all of the Demon Realm as their own, Azamat could hold himself back no longer. With his brethren they appeared, splitting the sky asunder.

Whether his own pride or truth, Azamat could feel the fear rolling off of Lord Shiver as he proclaimed the Demon Realm his own. Still, even this was mere amusement to the Pride of Evil, something entirely laughable and laugh he did. The laugh was followed by a nod of agreement and then this new ally spoke of the Mortal Realm. The Makioshin realized that he could finally visit the realm he had merely watched until now.

He left with the Arcosian Empire and watched as a war was waged against the forces of Earth and New Namek. When the time came to reveal himself, Azamat did so, wading through the forces of his allies' enemies with ease. Saiyan, Namekian or Android, it mattered not but then came a being unknown to him. The Pride of Evil would have disposed of the newcomer as well, but it split itself into a whole new set of forces. Even these would not have fazed the Makaioshin, but his ally called for a retreat. Since this war was not his machination, he acquiesced and returned to Lord Shiver.

When the other Makaioshin left for New Namek, Azamat went with them and it is on New Namek that he stayed. Namekian after Namekian fell before their ability to manipulate the evil hidden in all mortals. Then came the return of Piccolo and he watched as even that foe fell under their power. It was that very moment that the Pride of Evil began to formulate a plan of his own. He followed the reborn Demon King Piccolo, even after New Namek was declared lost and to this day continues to whisper in the ear of the Namekian. During this time he started studying the Mystic Arts, specifically that of the path of Sensations.

Using a jewel set into his right vambrace, Azamat is capable of seeing any place inside the realm he currently resides so long as he has been to that place. Through intense focus, the Makaioshin may also catch glimpses of the future or project his telepathy at someone on the other side of his divination. He may also try focusing on a particular person of interest and try to divine their whereabouts.

While his race inherently draws out the evil in another, the Pride of Evil has given power to his voice, allowing him to subtly whisper with power into one's ear. He may also speak with authority so powerful that other find themselves compelled to obey. Anyone not a fighter or a mystic will find themselves easily swayed by Azamat's suggestions.

Reaching out with his mind alone, the Makaioshin can touch anything within a ten yard radius, same as his unique ability. He does not have to turn off his Spatial Mastery to use it, but it is not as powerful if he does not, as it requires more focus to concentrate on both. While his Spatial Mastery is on, Azamat may affect things at about one third of his power. While it is off, he may affect objects just as well as he could if he actually touched them.

Using his mind to touch another's, the Pride of Evil may speak to them directly with out the use of sound. It typically has a range of five yards and requires almost no concentration. When paired with his Divination though, his Telepathy requires a great deal of concentration. Combining Telepathy, Divination and Spatial Mastery is not possible, so the Makaioshin rarely combines the first two in the presence of others.

The only technique that Azamat has retained from the Demon Realm, it is his oldest and most powerful technique. Balling his hands into fists, the Makaioshin places his arms straight out from his body and his legs together. Channeling his Ki into his hands, they start to glow as he charges. Once charged, Azamat slams his fists together in front of him and unleashes the energy built up. As the energy collides, it explodes outward in every direction like a shockwave. This move is not particularly powerful as it is more meant as a way to knock his opponents over and make them take a knee than deal a lot of damage. Still, if charged for a long period of time, the move can be rather destructive.

Being who he is, Luceptor does not have any particular appearance locked into his being, and in fact lost track of his original form long ago. However, his powerset allows him to possess a wide variety of alternate appearances, including a multitude for each mortal race; a relatively generic and nondescript "Makaioshin" form fitting the general description of the stronger demons in existence, red skin and all, used to interact with the others of his kind when necessary and downplay whatever threat to them he might be, insofar as the Makaioshin ever threaten one another; an oft-changed "tempter" form for when he wishes to personally interact with particular mortals or when he is among groups of mortals of multiple races, at present taking the form of an extremely attractive human male with pale, almost alabaster skin, a powerfully muscular physique of around 195cm tall, wavy blond hair, highly-focused orange-red eyes, and a handsome face; and a rarely-utilised form of a titanic snake, black with red eyes but for its white underbelly and the red diamond pattern along its back, which was what earned Luceptor the nickname of "Serpent King", yet is usually only entered if he needs the extra mass for additional protection in battle or as a matter of intimidating a foe, since turning into a giant snake does not actually increase his ki. Clothing tends to be appropiate for the form, but always incorporates his set of Saiyan armour in some way.

Whilst not exactly an outright sociopath, Luceptor does not feel emotion in the way most mortals do, having complete and utter control over his emotional state at all times. Whilst he is more than capable of mechanically emulating just about any emotion for any situation, such as to make himself look sympathetic, highly charismatic, or non-threatening in the eyes of others, he rarely if ever actually allows himself to internally experience the emotion he is exhibiting, believing that to do so would be foolish of him under any but the most secure of circumstances. The one sensation he allows himself on a regular basis is a sort of cruel, gleeful happiness whenever he successfully engages in his field of evil, namely deceit of any sort, yet to suggest that he shows this joy to others is laughable to him, or at least worthy of a minor chuckle. Why he developed in this particular manner at all is questionable, but one can't say his methods don't work out very well indeed on the majority of people he decides to make any sort of connection with at all.
Whilst he does not typically experience emotions, he does possess a clear target: to have as many mortals as possible deceiving each other at all times, and in doing so to increase the sum total of evil in the universe. He "enjoys" when this goal is expanded toward through lying and cheating; he "dislikes" when his targets do not lie or cheat, or perhaps worse perform a deception only to reveal the truth of their own accord at a later date, as such an event actually represents a step backwards relative to his goal, especially if "a lesson is learned" that precludes further lies from that person. With that said, the nature of his evil means that he often works best alongside the machinations of another Makaioshin, though his emotional control somewhat precludes actual friendship; in particular, his best partners tend to be the Makaioshin of Avarice, Lust, and Envy, three types of evil that often lead into situations where a deception must be wrought to escape retribution, whilst he is less fond of working with the Makaioshin of Vulgarity and Hatred for the unsubtle nature of their evil working at odds with Deceit, and utterly despises partnering with those of Bloodlust and Indolence, the very natures of their evils counteracting his own - Bloodlust due to both the relatively honest nature of war (I want the enemy to die) and the fact that the more mortals die, the fewer are left to deceive; Indolence because it makes its victims too slothful to lie about their actions, and often too lazy to even perform acts that would require a lie to avoid in the first place.

Luceptor's earliest memories are somewhat hazy, though he explicitly remembers a great tree, from which he plucked and consumed an apple-like fruit... in hindsight, he believes he may have unintentionally cannibalised the fetal form of another Shin-jin prior to his banishment into the Demon Realm, though he also believes it is entirely possible that this is naught but a lie in and of itself, and that he was born into the Demon Realm and either fought or manipulated his way to the top. Whether or not he was thrown into the Demon Realm or born into its depths, his earliest clear memory at this point is of standing upon the clouds of the demonic gods that ruled over the Realm, of being welcomed into their fold, and of knowing from the depths of... whatever constituted his metaphorical heart at the time... that this was Right.

Whether or not it was Right that he be there did not change the unfortunate tedium that living on a giant cloud with only a diviner's orb for entertainment constituted. Though he gained control over his emotional state to dissuade the possibility of boredom (whether or not he did this quickly is difficult to establish when one's life has been exceptionally long), he nevertheless had issues trying to find ways to pass the time, beyond occasionally being sent down to the Demon Realm proper in order to sow falsities and discord amongst the Makaio, and in doing so to spark wars for the Makaioshin's entertainment. Thus, he passed what surprisingly little time he had to himself on that giant cloud developing ki techniques most fitting of his cardinal sin, perfecting them to their ultimate state, and completely discarding them from memory once he grew bored (or "bored", rather) with them and/or found no reasonable way of testing them on the hordes down below. From what he recalls, he has probably recreated many of his previous techniques at least once, if not repeatedly, either unintentionally or otherwise; his current ki techniques have been in development for only a few years at this point, and he imagines he will not be discarding them for a while yet.

The gods' entertainment started to pick up a fairly short time ago, when a race of mortals known as the Arcosians found their way into the Demon Realm, and promptly subjugated all ten provinces, the leader claiming himself Lord of the Demon Realm. Amused by his antics (or at least "amused" in Luceptor's case), the Makaioshin let this be so, and listened as the Arcosian Lord explained the state of the universe of mortals, and how the help of such incredibly powerful beings could be very useful in subjugating New Namek and Earth alike. With nothing much else to do with their time, they agreed, and soon had both planets at their mercy... at least until a nigh-omnipotent pink superweapon appeared, sacrificing itself and the vast majority of its power to split into a race of fifty similar beings, which, whilst not exactly threatening to the Makaioshin alone, ironically presented far more of a threat in such numbers to the Arcosian's normal troops than any one entity could have done alone. Ordered to retreat, the Makaioshin withdrew, and promptly found the Arcosian Lord wanting in terms of informativeness when they discovered that an impossibly powerful "Super" Namekian also existed who, had he turned up to the fight, could easily have destroyed all ten of them with a thought. Even so, with that information at hand, they concocted a plan to eradicate this threat, as well as the possibility of any other Namekian of such ludicrous strength ever turning up again, with Luceptor himself at the spearhead.

The plan was initially of moderate complexity, yet ultimately turned out to be as simple as entering the Mortal Realm and making homes for themselves upon New Namek, as the Namekian Guardians practically chained themselves to the Makaioshin in order to prevent them from pulling any tricks. This was their undoing, for the combined auras of Negative Manipulation of each Makaioshin soon overwhelmed every Guardian present, Luceptor encouraging them to lie and deceive their fellows at every turn about their darkening hearts until it was far too late for them to change their course, and the Demon Clan of Namekians rose to claim the planet's surface, even converting Piccolo into a dark and twisted version of himself, controlled by the Makaioshin: their greatest threat converted into their most unassailable asset. In a rare turn of events, however, Luceptor found himself intrigued by the magic of the Namekians, even as they fell to the Makaioshin's powers. Studying the fields of magic available for use, he found parallels between some of their techniques and the nature of his own power over illusions, something else he had practiced the techniques of over countless years, decades, centuries... and he said to himself (paraphrased from his thought processes, of course), "Why, I can practically already perform plenty of their magicks through my mastery of ki and illusion manifestation alone; I've materialised and dematerialised armour, weapons, and scouters aplenty. Why not make things slightly easier upon myself and try learning magic proper?" Thus, to level the playing field, he discarded all of his ki techniques at the time, and threw himself into the examination of magic.

As it turned out, and though he had no knowledge of the terminology involved, Luceptor was a natural Genius in the use of the mystic arts, whose nature as a God of a realm naturally segregated from that where magic was prevalent had prevented him from learning anything of the sort up until recent. Where it might take a normal mystic many decades to completely master even one mystic focus or become a so-called Master of a certain school of magic, Luceptor seemed almost to start off with an innate understanding of each focus on a detailed level, and only escalated his prowess with magic over the course of another decade and a half to the point of almost complete mastery of the subject on every level... at which point, he steadily grew more and more bored (pardon, "bored") with his magical mastery in much the same way as he had so many of his prior ki techniques, and shortly before the Third Galactic Tournament, expunged his mind of the information so as to start over from the beginning, albeit with a certain degree of magical muscle memory indirectly making relearning the techniques somewhat easier than they had been the first time round. This time, however, he did not start off relearning the magical techniques of his field, but instead began development of a couple of new, or possibly recycled, ki techniques, which he worked upon exclusively for the next four years (with shockingly fast results now that he had no need to practice around the demands of his fellow Makaioshin), and only in the final year prior to the Fourth Galactic Tournament did he begin folding in practice with magical techniques alongside his refinement of the techniques of his ki energy; even minimal practice allowed him rapid re-mastery of three of the focuses within the school of Curses, he found after just six months.

It was at around this point that he wondered about how he'd do within the Galactic Tournament with his present skill... most likely, he reasoned, he could utterly curbstomp every other foe in the tournament with no application of skill at all unless another Makaioshin chose to enter for some reason, making the journey itself unfulfilling; yet it would break up a lifestyle which he admitted had reverted to monotony since the war between the Arcosian Empire and the people of Earth and Namek, as well as giving him a great opportunity to not only deceive a great many people into thinking anyone who wasn't him had a chance at victory, but also to trick them into thinking he was somebody else entirely, perhaps manipulate their negative energies to convince the entire colosseum to engage in acts of deception upon others, and maybe, just maybe, he could even make the fights challenging for himself by deliberately not fighting at full strength. The idea brought him some degree of interest, which he allowed to instigate emotions of joyfulness within himself at the thought of such mass manipulation, and a few months of training to precisely control the power he might normally emanate later, he finds himself in the guise of a human, travelling to Arcose, to the colosseum built to contain the battles within each tournament. He plans to enjoy his little vacation, though he wonders if any of the other Makaioshin have had the same idea as him for different reasons.

Base: 50000
Average: 500
Maximum: 62500
To wit, Luceptor frequently pretends at having a base power much lower than what it truly is, including a so-called "true maximum" of 40000, the average for his kind; he revels in his deceptions, and will therefore tend toward using only as much power as is truly necessary to defeat any given opponent in the context of a duel such as what is typical for the Galactic Tournament, only utilising his real power level when his foe is just that strong, or to curbstomp somebody if he feels that they have severely insulted him by repeatedly pulling off his own trick against him.

Expial appears as a dark green humanoid figure, about two meters tall, with a fairly muscular build reminiscent of Majin Buu's Super form, a set of seven evenly-spaced holes in his head (with three similar holes down each arm and five across the top of his chest), green eyes similar to those of Super Buu with white sclerae rather than black, and a trio of long tentacles sprouting from his head and running down his back to his feet. His clothing (insofar as something that may as well be part of his body can be considered as such) is also similar to that of Buu's Super form, though not precisely identical - where the original Majin's baggy trousers were consistently white through all of their forms, Expial's are a solid black colour, and his boots, whilst they are much taller and wider on his legs, also retain this solid black colouration with no distinguishing markings upon them, making it difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins. He retains the Majin's trademark curly "M" belt to hold up his trousers, but does not wear anything on his hands, arms, or indeed any part of his upper body.

Imagine ThatGuyBarney as a green blob monster. Voice and all. So somewhat less unfocused than most other Majins, emirite lel. On a serious note, though, he is quite intelligent and motivated to train his natural abilities to ever-greater extents, and takes pride in how relatively skilled he is in enhancing these abilities.

Expial was born knowing his name, much the same as any other Majin. He didn't quite get why he'd been created like that, but he was, and that was that. In any case, he was born into a war against the Arcosian military, and though he's not quite sure how much he contributed before the Arcosian military retreated, he knows he was in a group with at least four other Majins, who then proceeded to become close friends for the next half a decade or so; these were Supakal, Ifraji, Listick, and Iddoshuss. These five returned to Earth, and wandered for several years, engaging in mischief and mayhem for a fair while, before ultimately joining the Red Ribbon Gang as some of their more powerful members. Yet where his fellows were content to do whatever their superiors told them, Expial steadily became more and more disillusioned with the sometimes atrocious activities that were asked of them; where his friends seemed to forget every bad thing they did, every murder or crippling of innocents performed, Expial found himself unable to do so; and ultimately, he pointed out the seriousness of what they were doing under the RRG compared to what they had been doing before joining, stating that he wanted no further part in it. Yet his allies seemed to be unable to understand why killing people was bad, even after prolonged explanation. That's what they were created to do, surely? Why was doing it to some people different from doing it to others? What do you mean by "innocent"? Hasn't everyone done some bad things at some point? And so on and so forth, until eventually Expial simply gave up, shucked his allegiances, stole a fighter class spaceship from someone or other, and left the planet.

He spent the next several years exploring between worlds, examining the local cultures and generally satisfying his built-in need for stimulation. At the same time, he also considered his racial abilities; his time on Earth had led him into knowledge regarding the original Majin Buu, specifically that he possessed a very large number of built-in abilities that most of the new Majin race did not. More specifically, both possessed regeneration, but the original's could rebuild him from quite literally a few atoms, where his replacements had to have a significant body part intact to do so; many Majin possessed some ability to manipulate their bodies, yet the original Buu could enact all of the traits so far exhibited and then some, up to and including absorption to increase his power, something which no Majin he knew of could replicate. Yet. With that in mind, and knowing what other abilities the Majin race had from what his friends exhibited, he decided that the Majins should have their opportunity to rebuild themselves to the glory of Buu himself, even if they didn't know that the opportunity existed yet, starting with Expial. And thus, between his jaunts of satisfying his entertainment requirements, he began training his body to re-enact these incredible abilities - he has injured himself countless times to stimulate his regeneration, eventually to the point of blowing himself up to try and leave behind smaller and smaller pieces of himself to regenerate from, a tactic that has steadily improved his regeneration over time; he has attempted over and over again to try and manipulate his body structure in ways other than increasing his size, eventually succeeding in transforming himself into a liquid the way Listick could, and even utilising this liquid state to do something no other Majin had done before him by altering his body parts outright, producing tentacles, extra arms and legs, and on one occasion even wings, as unnecessary as those were; and whilst he hasn't yet got the hang of either stretching his limbs or controlling those body parts that have been separated from him, he's sure he'll achieve a breakthrough sooner rather than later, with the intent of focusing on absorption once everything else is sufficiently mastered. To test himself at this stage, he has decided to enter the Fourth Galactic Tournament, the previous three being something he only watched from afar; whilst he's quite positive that he'll lose horrendously to some of the stronger contestants in the tournament, he intends to take it in stride, and ideally adapt his unique abilities to assure a victory or two comes about for him, perhaps even against otherwise overwhelming odds.

Base: 12000
Average: N/A, see below.
Maximum: 15000
Expial's power level has a tendency to fluctuate wildly outside of combat, depending on his emotions at the time. Whilst he evidently has enough control to not break everything he touches, getting near him whilst he is flailing around and doesn't know you're there is liable to lead to disaster.

In all of his forms, Glacier, like his twin has a mark that identifies them as twins. Glacier's are always visible in the gems on his forehead.

The Mark

Diplomatic Form

Battle Form

True Form

N/A

A rarity occurred on planet Arcose, among the Arcosian race, a birth sac held not one larva, but two. This anomaly was almost unheard of in their race. Glacier was of this twin sac. The moment their sac was conceived Glacier and his brother fought for utter dominance over on another. This in itself made their father North, a commander in the Red Mountain Guard, quite excited to see the grandeur of his loins, be it two, or better one son, who fought and won his first battle even before birth. The day they spewed from their sac, Glacier proudly, triumphantly, strode forth from their battle dome, dragging his brother by the neck with his tail. The event was something Glacier never let his brother forget.

For the next five years Glacier stirred and writhed around, as he gestated in his larva state, slowly accumulating his power, developing his true form. The time finely came, Glacier, burst forth from his larval state into his true form. Their farther North, excitement was short lived. The power level of Glacier and his brother was pitiful, in no way would these two ever earn respect in the eyes of their clan lord, let alone Lord Shiver. On the day of what was to be great joy, and respect for an Arcosian new born, was instead filled with dismay, and pure, utter disgust. North turned his back on his sons from that day on, not carrying for their progress. Icy the mother of Glacier and his brother loved her boys deeply. Her excitement from seeing twins, and to seeing their true birth, has only grown made Icys’ love deepen for her precious boys.

Glacier and his brother spent the first days feeling out their new bodies, constantly battling among themselves, claiming the better of each other with scores, of winning and losing. Soon the confides of only being aloud to roam the house began to bore them. The sounds and stories of the outside their mother told them intrigued and fascinated them. Glacier and his brother excitedly went to their father, in hopes he would train them in the Nightmare Transformation. Their excitement turned to resentment and anger towards their father. Like at their true birth North turned his back on the boys taking no interest in them, leaving them to their diplomatic mother.

When Glacier and his brother had finely become in tune with their bodies, Icy took them under her tutelage, train them in the art of Nightmare Transformation, to reach the diplomatic form. Every day they would train on the three principles set for the first stage. One: imagine ones self as small, weak and non-threatening, as possible. Two: Feel that said weakness. Four: Give that weakness and un-imposing power a form. Over the next long twenty years, Glacier and his brother practiced this over, and over again, the added anxiety of wanting to get out and with their less imposing mothers teachings Glacier and his brother reached their diplomatic forms when they did. This only fed Norths’, anger, frustration and shame more. Taking twenty years was a very long time, North, felt they would never reach the next form with the time taken on the first.

Finally Glacier and his brother were free after reaching the diplomatic form. The new exploration was about to commence. Upon entering the, Red Mountains commercial areas, on the 3rd floor right under the, Head of the mountain, in the favored level. It was quite clear as to why Glacier and his brothers father was so disappointed. Before this their was no other beings around but slaves and mother. The crowd of new pureblood faces showed the difference in power. This infuriated Glacier and his brother that being said, their mouth got them into more trouble than not, trouble that was not spoken of do to it being punishable by death. More than once they would come home scraped and bruised. Icy always made a fuss over it asking what, where and when this happened but Glacier and his brother always insisted that it was them being clumsy, or getting to rough with one another, she always new the truth though. Shortly after the first time they came back roughed up she started them on their second transformation, the Battle Form.

Glacier and his brother found exploring the mountain a much more pleasing and exciting experience then training a new form again. One day as they were exploring floor one of the pure bloods, were the more exciting un-favored Arcosians lived. This is were the Arcosians who lived for them selves resides. A place full of pleasure, relaxation and self indulgence. The two boys found a passage they’d not seen before, that seemed to be warded off. Sneaking in they found themselves down on the top lower levels with the no names. Their they saw what was called the impure bloods of all colors. The impure seemed to bow before them, or ask to show them their promise. Glacier and his brother loved it, they felt like gods. This became their new playground. One of the times they came here they met a impure, so mixed he was black. He shared with them his dream of redemption at becoming a grand gladiator, his name was Cube. This struck up an old friendship of impure with pure, a forbidden and disgraceful event. Strangely enough this friendship would peak Glacier and his brothers interest in fighting and their battle form once again.

Every day Glacier and his brother could get to the second lower floor of the impure, they would watch Cube train, day in and out for the coliseum. This almost daily event would come to form the basics for the twins fighting style. The days Cube was not around they would wait to see if he was one of the chosen to be a gladiator, but time after time he would walk back in with the rest of the rejects. Soon it became quite clear that do to the unnaturally high impurities of his blood, no one would be sponsoring him. Cube fell deep into depression on every rejection. Glacier and his brother were afraid of him giving up on life entirely. The next time they saw their father they causally mentioned a impure they had seen with great potential. North thought it might be a way his sons could find honor by recruiting exceptional gladiator prospects, so he decided to test their judgment. Upon checking on the impure Cube he was pleasantly surprised at the talent of his sons eyes. North agreed to sponsor him and planned on giving him to them as their first gladiator when, if, they reached their combat form.

Over the next few years not much happened, Glacier and his brother trained to reach their combat form and on their battle styles. Every day that their father was around they would ask how cube was doing in the coliseum. At first North thought it was an obsession with the coliseum and violence which made his sham a bit less, especially now that they themselves had picked a hit gladiator to sponsor. Sadly that new found pride building would be utterly dashed. One of Norths men came to him with a message regarding his sons and cube. The message told of how Norths sons and cube actually met. His rage was one that would only be quenched by blood.
North was able to get a one time pass for his two son to leave Red Mountain and enter the coliseum for a special show. Do to Norths standings he was aloud this. When Glacier and his brother heard the news of the special permission to see their friend Cube fight, they were immensely excited. The day came for them to watch, standing in the stands, they cheered as Cube came striding out. It was the first time in years the twins had seen their only friend. The moment the challenger entered the arena their hearts dropped, it was North, their father. What happened next was nothing short of a slaughter fest of Cube.

Returning home North explained this show and the disgrace they brought on the family, that he did them a favor. Glacier and his brother were ultimate changed, the two child like explorers now a mass of anger and rage, bent on revenge against their father. From that point on they decided to put forth everything they had into reaching combat form. For the next ten years their life was nothing more then channeling all their rage, hate and raw power into their new Nightmare Form. Learning new techniques and strategy to become full weapons of death. Just a couple of weeks ago Glacier and his brother finally achieved the form they have so desperately been trying to reach. Now they await the chance to prove them selves Arcosian men, for the right to challenge their father and gain revenge.

Nightmare Transformation – When an Arcosian is born, they are leaps and bounds stronger than the rest of the universe. Their very power would make nearly everyone so terrified that they cannot think. In an effort to circumvent this, the Arcosians have the ability to hide their true power in various forms. Most Arcosians have three forms, a smaller one used for delegation purposes, a larger one for combat purposes and then a true form that unleashes their full power.

Stasis – The Arcosians are a strong race that have survived much, including the rampage of Majin Buu, millions of years ago. The ability to put themselves into a protective coma is what has kept their species alive through many cataclysmic events. While in this stasis, their body effectively shuts down to the point that they would be considered clinically dead. Due to this, they need no oxygen, no food nor water and can survive in this state for all eternity if need be

By channeling a large amount of his Ki into a part of his body: Fists, knees, feet/shins, elbows ect... (normally fists first) He is able to dramatically increase his physical blows. Once generated in set body parts it is able to pulse down/up to a different body part at will. Leaving set area to next. Only taking a second to initiate and less than a second to pulse from area to area.

Naming this move after the king of Arcose. He channels Ki at the tip of his tail, then begins spining it rapidly till it forms a spear head at the end of his tail. Also able to throw it with pin point precision. Takes just under a second to complete. Glacier completely loathes the fact that his brother stole this move AND! Renamed it as his own.

By channeling massive amounts of Ki into his eyes he can release a devastating laser beam that follows the corse of his eyes. Both beams from his eyes combined together to create one large laser beam. This takes him quite some time to fully charge and makes his, Pulsating Blows, hard to use, if able at all. When charging, his eyes seem to start emanating a redish hue. When executing the blast he screams out DEMONS GAZE!. This is a quite accurate move with a long range. But to be truly devastating he must expend a third of his Ki.

Training further in this technique he has obtained the ability to release this laser blast early. Resulting in a non lethal, disorienting, blaste of light that blinds the opponent at close distance in front of him. Only blinding for a short limited time. This unlike the full blast takes a short time to produce, only taking one to two seconds.

Energy Reading – Nearly every android can inherently read the power levels of those around them, much like having a built in Scouter.

Self Destruct – Most androids are unaware of this feature that is built into every Royal Robotics model. It allows the android to unleash all of their energy at once, causing a massive explosion that very few could survive.

Laser pointer - In both of the androids index fingers or “pointers” are hidden powerful laser emitters. The battery for each are extremely limited and each can only fire for about a second before it has to recharge. During this time the laser can be moved for a slashing attack or held in place for a powerful piercing attack.

Ki Barrier – By extending an arm forward and spreading his fingers a powerful shield can be created which shields the android from incoming attacks in that direction. By extending the other arm in another direction a second shield can be created.

Energy bomb - The android will put his arms up in front of him, palms facing each other but with space between them. Energy starts gathering into a ball between his hands and once it has reached the size of a football the android will start to press his hands together. The ball is compressed so much that the android’s fingertips meet just before the ball if released forward. Like many techniques the android is still connected to the ball and can do beam-struggles with it.

None

There are a number of androids all over the world, the combined power of every android combined would give the last android a power level equal to a super saiyan god, but it is unknown how many androids are actually operational.

The android has activated a beacon that will draw all of the working androids to it, but the rate they will do this varies a lot depending on what kinds of obstacles they will have to clear before uniting with their dominant brother. There is also an algorithm in place to spread out the load of androids to the different factories, so even though there are working androids close by, the algorithm might decide to send one from the other end of the world instead. (in short, the android will not simply go “hey, I need more power” and suddenly fifteen powerups appear. That’s just bad writing)

In the beginning the androids are so similar in power that they can stay and fight, but later they will pretty much become powerups.

When a power module is removed this will automatically trigger the self-destruct sequence. Careful timing and planning can therefore result in a powerful explosion (attack) that also powers up the android.

The androids are all made the same, and so and damaged part can be replaced by the same part of a discarded android.

The android will receive a 30% powerup with each looted power module.

The android is the only one that has been properly activated, all others are working on slave-circuits and have no will of their own or will to survive.

All androids have a heritage-drive that activates once it takes a certain amount of damage. This activates the radar, locates the strongest (primary) or closest (secondary) androids and does anything it can to reach the selected android to make sure that the other android can get its power module.

Spirit shuriken - Small versions of the destructo disc forms on the tops of Harkon’s fingers, they can then be thrown against an opponent. Each disk is very small, about the same size as the palm of your hand, but will cut through virtually anything just like the larger version.

Clothes beam - Harkon’s most metro attack. While this technique is mostly used for the production of clothes, it is actually able to transform ki into practically any physical material in any form Harkon can think of. It is used to create many of the weapons Harkon will use.
As the weapons are made of ki themselves they are able to do things that normal weapons cannot, like block ki-blasts.

Mystic chakram - A larger version of the spirit shuriken, about as large as a plate. Haron can produce one in each hand.

Healing - Harkon’s ki has healing properties and infusing it into a damaged body can get it from almost dead to 100% in seconds. The technique is quite taxing if used over and over again.