I'll be adding these as I go, so bear with me.
"To fail Lord Frieza is to die. And we Saiyans are so few in number now that we can ill afford to fall like that."
Name: Lek
Race: Saiyan Pureblood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons: None
Items/Equipment: Custom Battle Suit, Old model Scouter, Crimson Sash, keepsake of sister.
Personality: Headstrong and wild, Lek enjoys the thrill of battle, of fighting a worthy adversary, but his reckless attitude conceals a fear of failure. His desire to be acknowledged by the only surviving Saiyan Royalty would make him quick to fall into depression if he fails a task, and death is the price of failure, be it at the hands of the Tyrant Frieza, or his enemy's. Such is the case with his mission to apprehend or terminate the Saiyan fugitive on Terra.
Backstory: One of the few Saiyan survivors of the destruction of Planet Vegeta, Lek was offworld at the time the Genocide of the Saiyans occured. He was somewhat younger than the Saiyan Prince at the time, but not by all that much. He respected the Saiyan Prince, however, so much so that to gain his approval of his existence was all that Lek desired. Alas, the Saiyan Prince has yet to give Lek the time of day, much less his approval. The mission to apprehend the Saiyan fugitive on Terra in the West Galaxy would ultimately change this Saiyan's life, and attitude, forever.
Name: Lek
Race: Saiyan Pureblood
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons: None
Items/Equipment: Custom Battle Suit, Old model Scouter, Crimson Sash, keepsake of sister.
Personality: Headstrong and wild, Lek enjoys the thrill of battle, of fighting a worthy adversary, but his reckless attitude conceals a fear of failure. His desire to be acknowledged by the only surviving Saiyan Royalty would make him quick to fall into depression if he fails a task, and death is the price of failure, be it at the hands of the Tyrant Frieza, or his enemy's. Such is the case with his mission to apprehend or terminate the Saiyan fugitive on Terra.
Backstory: One of the few Saiyan survivors of the destruction of Planet Vegeta, Lek was offworld at the time the Genocide of the Saiyans occured. He was somewhat younger than the Saiyan Prince at the time, but not by all that much. He respected the Saiyan Prince, however, so much so that to gain his approval of his existence was all that Lek desired. Alas, the Saiyan Prince has yet to give Lek the time of day, much less his approval. The mission to apprehend the Saiyan fugitive on Terra in the West Galaxy would ultimately change this Saiyan's life, and attitude, forever.
"Here is a riddle for you; I am always watching, always waiting, and you'll be dead before you ever see me face to face. What am I?"
Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Race: Terran
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons:
Initial: Customized bolt-action Sniper Rifle for high penetrative power. Fires custom rounds meant to forcibly shred apart incoming Ki Blasts and still strike the target. (Based on a Barret M82 .50cal Sniper Rifle, appearance wise)
Later: Hand-forged sword and shield set w/ Crystalline cores, drawing inspiration from black and white angel wings for each armament, respectively, christened "Salvation and Destruction" for the shield and the sword, capable of channeling Ki to enhance their effects.
Items/Equipment: Terran Comm unit,
Personality: Calm and focused when taking aim, it takes a lot of effort to catch him off guard. He's a lot more open and at ease when he's around those he trusts, and has a very strong will. Even in the face of certain death, he'll take the shot, time and time again.
Backstory: Formerly a Mercenary by trade, Cronic spent a large amount of his time perfecting the art of the sharpshooter, becoming able to shoot at a target from as far away as a tiny speck in the distance and still strike them in the head. His custom rifle and it's accompanying ammunition was concieved and produced by a joint development project between himself and the Frieza-race fugitive, Mark Astaroth.
Eventually he became a guardian of Terra alongside Rikyu, opting to support her from a vantage point with his rifle, splattering the contents of the skulls of those who thought they could just casually muscle in and take over the planet all over the ground and wall. Don't assume he isn't capable of fighting without his rifle however. Though his potential for growth has become stagnant in recent years, and his overall strength pales in comparison to a Saiyan, Cronic can still fight on the front lines as a last resort. Unknown to him, he has a lot of hidden potential that is just waiting to be drawn out. A power that will take the form of the balance between radiance and shadow.
Name: Crobalt Nicholas "Cronic" Crystalis
Race: Terran
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Weapons:
Initial: Customized bolt-action Sniper Rifle for high penetrative power. Fires custom rounds meant to forcibly shred apart incoming Ki Blasts and still strike the target. (Based on a Barret M82 .50cal Sniper Rifle, appearance wise)
Later: Hand-forged sword and shield set w/ Crystalline cores, drawing inspiration from black and white angel wings for each armament, respectively, christened "Salvation and Destruction" for the shield and the sword, capable of channeling Ki to enhance their effects.
Items/Equipment: Terran Comm unit,
Personality: Calm and focused when taking aim, it takes a lot of effort to catch him off guard. He's a lot more open and at ease when he's around those he trusts, and has a very strong will. Even in the face of certain death, he'll take the shot, time and time again.
Backstory: Formerly a Mercenary by trade, Cronic spent a large amount of his time perfecting the art of the sharpshooter, becoming able to shoot at a target from as far away as a tiny speck in the distance and still strike them in the head. His custom rifle and it's accompanying ammunition was concieved and produced by a joint development project between himself and the Frieza-race fugitive, Mark Astaroth.
Eventually he became a guardian of Terra alongside Rikyu, opting to support her from a vantage point with his rifle, splattering the contents of the skulls of those who thought they could just casually muscle in and take over the planet all over the ground and wall. Don't assume he isn't capable of fighting without his rifle however. Though his potential for growth has become stagnant in recent years, and his overall strength pales in comparison to a Saiyan, Cronic can still fight on the front lines as a last resort. Unknown to him, he has a lot of hidden potential that is just waiting to be drawn out. A power that will take the form of the balance between radiance and shadow.
"That's Miss Salvatus to you. Need I launch another board eraser at your forehead to beat it into your skull?"
Name: Serena Marianne Salvatus
Race: Saiyan Pureblood
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Weapons: None (Initially), One-handed sword w/ a wing Motif (Later)
Items/Equipment: First Aid kit.
Personality:
While she may seem as sweet as a rose at first glance, she has plenty of thorns. Usually she's caring, considerate, and patient, but her pet peeve is when someone starts making flirtatious advances, fantasizing about her, is drunk, or any combination of the three, that's when the thorns come out to play, utilizing either the hardened heels of her boots to strike the offender, her tail or her hands to launch something at the unsuspecting victim's forehead. She can't stand to see anyone in legitimate pain, and will do anything in her power to ease it.
Backstory:
Battered, bruised and bleeding after fleeing from an encounter with Frieza's forces, Serena's attack ball crash landed on Terra's surface approximately five years prior to Lek's arrival. Had Cronic and Mark not found her when they did, she likely would have bled to death. Upon recovery, she eventually became a teacher upon Terra, using her natural Saiyan traits to be a virtuoso in the classroom, and keep any unruly students in line. The Male students among her class however tend to fantasize over her when they think she's not looking. Spoilers; She is.
Her current appearance is the result of a specialized Serum, created by Mark, that altered the facets of her DNA that regulate her appearance to make her blend in with the Terrans, Saiyan tail notwithstanding. Said serum would eventually lead to the advent of a certain silver-haired Saiyan. She never did quite manage to iron out the typical spiky hair of a Saiyan to make it perfectly straight, however, and just simply let the spikes flow downwards, resting just slightly below her shoulders on the front of her body, and the middle of her back on the rear.
Reportedly has an interest in a certain sniper.
Name: Serena Marianne Salvatus
Race: Saiyan Pureblood
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Weapons: None (Initially), One-handed sword w/ a wing Motif (Later)
Items/Equipment: First Aid kit.
Personality:
While she may seem as sweet as a rose at first glance, she has plenty of thorns. Usually she's caring, considerate, and patient, but her pet peeve is when someone starts making flirtatious advances, fantasizing about her, is drunk, or any combination of the three, that's when the thorns come out to play, utilizing either the hardened heels of her boots to strike the offender, her tail or her hands to launch something at the unsuspecting victim's forehead. She can't stand to see anyone in legitimate pain, and will do anything in her power to ease it.
Backstory:
Battered, bruised and bleeding after fleeing from an encounter with Frieza's forces, Serena's attack ball crash landed on Terra's surface approximately five years prior to Lek's arrival. Had Cronic and Mark not found her when they did, she likely would have bled to death. Upon recovery, she eventually became a teacher upon Terra, using her natural Saiyan traits to be a virtuoso in the classroom, and keep any unruly students in line. The Male students among her class however tend to fantasize over her when they think she's not looking. Spoilers; She is.
Her current appearance is the result of a specialized Serum, created by Mark, that altered the facets of her DNA that regulate her appearance to make her blend in with the Terrans, Saiyan tail notwithstanding. Said serum would eventually lead to the advent of a certain silver-haired Saiyan. She never did quite manage to iron out the typical spiky hair of a Saiyan to make it perfectly straight, however, and just simply let the spikes flow downwards, resting just slightly below her shoulders on the front of her body, and the middle of her back on the rear.
Reportedly has an interest in a certain sniper.
"Who says all scientists and researchers are frail nerds who can't fight for shit? I'm not afraid to put my foot down if that's what it takes."
Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth
Race: Frieza Race
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:
"The clothes were at the Guardian's suggestion. Something about 'Indecent Exposure.'"
Weapons: Crimson Throwing Stars (Formed from outgrown Bio-Armour pieces)
Items/Equipment: Scaled Bio Armor, notepad and pen, analysis scanner.
Personality:
Eerily calm in just about any situation. He doesn't appear to get angry when someone gives him grief, but rather, he just remembers to get even later. Tends to subconsciously shut out the world around him when working on projects. In combat situations, he tends to favour conservative tactics; Drawing a battle out into a fight of attrition with the intent to outlast his adversaries before dealing the finishing blow.
Backstory:
Somewhat of an abnormality among Frieza Racemen, some people have likened him to having crossed over with dragonkind in terms of his appearance, His body being a more vibrant red than shades of white or purple, his bio-armour having a more rough, scaly appearance to it rather than the sleek, smooth appearance of the rest of his race. He disagreed with the genocide of the Saiyans, choosing to believe it to be absolutely unnecessary, but such an opinion almost cost him his life. Choosing instead to flee than risk execution, he fled to the West Galaxy and crash-landed on Terra.
Upon arrival, he was naturally met with distrust and genuine hostility, so rather than risk drawing further attention to himself, he instead chose to retreat into a more reclusive environment and begin researching means to help the Terrans defend themselves should Terra come under attack by Frieza's forces. Eventually he encountered Cronic and the Saiyan Guardian of Terra, who, after a shaky start, came to an agreement. He would assist with the defence of the planet and developing means to protect it, and he in turn would be given citizenship and amnesty from harm.
Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth
Race: Frieza Race
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:
"The clothes were at the Guardian's suggestion. Something about 'Indecent Exposure.'"
Weapons: Crimson Throwing Stars (Formed from outgrown Bio-Armour pieces)
Items/Equipment: Scaled Bio Armor, notepad and pen, analysis scanner.
Personality:
Eerily calm in just about any situation. He doesn't appear to get angry when someone gives him grief, but rather, he just remembers to get even later. Tends to subconsciously shut out the world around him when working on projects. In combat situations, he tends to favour conservative tactics; Drawing a battle out into a fight of attrition with the intent to outlast his adversaries before dealing the finishing blow.
Backstory:
Somewhat of an abnormality among Frieza Racemen, some people have likened him to having crossed over with dragonkind in terms of his appearance, His body being a more vibrant red than shades of white or purple, his bio-armour having a more rough, scaly appearance to it rather than the sleek, smooth appearance of the rest of his race. He disagreed with the genocide of the Saiyans, choosing to believe it to be absolutely unnecessary, but such an opinion almost cost him his life. Choosing instead to flee than risk execution, he fled to the West Galaxy and crash-landed on Terra.
Upon arrival, he was naturally met with distrust and genuine hostility, so rather than risk drawing further attention to himself, he instead chose to retreat into a more reclusive environment and begin researching means to help the Terrans defend themselves should Terra come under attack by Frieza's forces. Eventually he encountered Cronic and the Saiyan Guardian of Terra, who, after a shaky start, came to an agreement. He would assist with the defence of the planet and developing means to protect it, and he in turn would be given citizenship and amnesty from harm.