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Name: Yang
Race: Earthling/Human
Ki Color: White
Power Level: 910
Location: Open Field; Ginger Town outskirts.
Tag: @Holy Soldier Open


In the empty fields outside of Ginger Town, a martial artist clad in blue was performing a series of intense Katas. Yang Wuxin, though he traveled from town to town, usually preferred to spend his freetime outside of city limits, where the fields were wide, open, and there was plenty of space for him to train without reservations. This was one of those such days, as he performed multiple katas in a blur of motion colored blue by his chosen garb.

"Haaa!!" Yang raised his voice, his ki reaching its current limit as he focused as much of it as possible into a double palm-thrust. The power of the move, combined with intensity of Yang's Ki, caused the strike to produce a small gust of wind in its wake that made the blades of grass bend in opposite directions. But whatever Yang had planned next was interrupted when a sick feeling suddenly jolted through his body, "What the?" he shot his gaze to the Southeast, in the direction of the West Capitol and Parsley City beyond it. At first it looked like nothing, but then a horrific flash lit up the sky in the distance, producing a huge flash of yellow Ki. It had to be Ki, that was the only thing that could alert Yang's senses so strongly from that distance.

"That Ki... it's so monstrous!" he said to himself, feeling his body tremble as a natural reaction to feeling such raw power. He remembered that the Master had once told him stories of Gods and Demons with the power to wipe out entire cities in such displays. But those were only stories! Myths and legends, how could such a horrific power actually exist? In all this, Yang's own Ki had remained raised. Such a thing had to be stopped! Whatever could cause such horrible destruction was a threat that needed to be dealt with! But could Yang's Ki, so meager in comparison, even hope to measure up to such a force?

Yang swallowed hard, and then forced himself to stop trembling. Fear and panic wouldn't solve anything, instead the wise course of action was steel himself and prepare for whatever monster was waiting within the aftermath of the blast. He floated up several feet, preparing to launch himself into full flight, but then his eyes widened in horror as he spotted a figure high above staring down at him! Before Yang could even process this, the alien stranger materialized in front of him. He looked at Yang, his green skin and strange armor serving as dead giveaways that he was not of this world.

"Hmph." the stranger scoffed, pressing some button on his head that caused a strange visor to appear over his eyes. Alien symbols that Yang had no understanding of appeared on the visor, "So not all the vermin on this planet are pathetic after all." the visor vanished from the alien's face and he made a motion that caused cracking sounds to come from his neck, "Looks like I'm starting with you."

"Just try it!" Yang shouted, trying to show some bravado but inwardly he knew this stranger could crush him easily. That was no excuse to not try, at least. Yang launched himself into an attack, attempting a sweeping kick aimed for the side of the alien's head. But by the time Yang's leg made contact, there was nothing there. Instead the alien seemed to materialize directly to Yang's side before thrusting his knee into Yang's gut. Yang let out a painful grunt but suddenly felt something squeezing his throat.

"What's wrong, vermin?" asked the alien, his lips forming a wicked smile, "Trouble breathing? If you need air just speak up." he leered at the Earthling, knowing full well he'd get no verbal response.

Yang struggled to speak, to breath even. If he didn't do something soon he was a dead man. He grasped the alien's wrist, instinctively trying to wrestle himself free, but then had a desperate. He let go of the alien, then put his hands closer to his own face and with whatever breath he could struggle to get he said, "Taiyoken!"

"Taiyo wha-" but the alien was interrupted by a blinding flash of light coming from his opponent's body, "Argh! What the? I can't see!" he let go of Yang, instinctively clutching his face and trying to rub the blindness out of his eyes, "What the hell did you do to me, you scum?!"

Yang coughed and wheezed to get back his breath. He didn't have long, so he had to make this count. He rushed right to the alien and pointed his finger at his forehead, "Dodonpa!" and a yellow beam of superheated energy was produced from Yang's finger tip right into the alien's face at point blank range. Even with such a higher Ki level, a surprise attack like that would make anyone flinch. The alien lurched backward and finally his vision started coming back to him. But to Yang's horror, the alien revealed that even at point blank range the Dodonpa only put a minor scratch on him, one that immediately began healing itself.

"What? What the hell are you?" Yang asked in surprise, but he never got his answer. Even though he only annoyed at the alien at best, this still seemed enough to make him angry. In an instant the alien struck at Yang again, but this time a razor sharp bone extended from the alien's forearms that stabbed Yang right through the left side of his chest. In shock and even unable to speak, Yang's face remained in a horrified expression before the alien laughed a bit and flung the warrior down to the ground.

"For someone so weak you actually managed to piss me off a bit. You should feel pride, vermin. Not many of my opponents can say that." and with that, the alien disappeared into the distance.

On the ground, Yang lay in a rapidly forming pool of his own blood. He would have died that day, and by all accounts he probably should have. But Yang was nothing if not persistent, and his life hadn't quite left him yet. However, he was struggling to remain conscious, and as that began to wash away, the visage of a cloaked old man appeared in front of him before unconsciousness washed over him.
@Holy Soldier Updated Yang's appearance, and made a couple minor tweaks. Aged him up to 25 since the pic I settled looked a little too old to be just 20, and I made a him a few inches taller to better match the new appearance. I also removed the part about the World Tournament from his background and instead he's just traveling place to place to train and seek new opponents.


@Holy Soldier I'm also planning to update the appearance. The more I looked at those Chiaotzu-esque clothes the less I liked them. xD
Well Double, this should be fun. Our characters do nicely reflect each other, both being from sea wandering cultures that change their shape.


To be fair, the Predator Form is less about changing shape and more about going into a Berserker Rage.

Also, about the Exsules: anyone familiar with Latin probably noticed that their name is merely the Latin word for Exiles, which is apt given the planned backstory I have in mind for the race. Basically it boils down to them being called exiles because they once ruled a kingdom of their own many centuries ago but that kingdom was lost to the ages and these wandering raiding parties are all that's left of the people.

If I can compare them to something, they're kind of like undersea Mongolians or Vikings.
@Omega Man

Name: Orgaan

Codename: none

Age: 28

Home: None. Orgaan hails from the Exsules, a nomadic tribe of deep sea raiders.

Powers/Abilities: Orgaan's people possess a number of strengths and flaws as a result of their physiology and upbringing:
  • Physique ~ The strength, durability, and stamina of the Exsules is known in many parts of the oceans. They're toughness is particularly well known as they are among the few that are able and willing to brave the deepest and darkest depths of the sea where even other merpeople dare not venture to.
  • Warriors ~ The Exsules are a warrior people, trained from birth to fight and survive the harsh mistress of the deep sea. They excel in battle, and their upbringing has given them a lust for strength and battle that is quite infamous. According to some legends, the Exsules are said to grow stronger and wilder the closer they are to death.
  • Predator Form ~ A unique sort of transformation that an Exsilium can take if a situation is desperate enough. Their muscles almost double in size, and their already formidable strength is enhanced even further. Their attacks become far more wild and savage, and if left uncheck they can fly into an uncontrolled bloodlust akin to a school of sharks during a feeding frenzy.


Weaknesses: Though formidable warriors and valuable as allies, the Exsules are not without their issues. Their warrior culture combined with their upbringing as raiders makes most of them likened to deep sea pirates. Many of them roam in small packs or raiding parties willing to prey on any that look like worthwhile targets. They are also very proud, most of them refuse aid from any source or insist on fighting all their battles alone. The Predator Form only accentuates the flaws, as an Exsilium in Predator Form loses almost all ability to reason and must usually calm themselves down after some time or be subdued by their own allies before they can become a liability.

Equipment: Orgaan doesn't own any weapons of his own, but he and his kind are generally well-taught in using most any kind of Atlantean weapons, or really any weapons that they obtain for themselves.

Experience: 2 years

Reason For Joining: After being spared by Aquaman despite challenging him to a deathmatch, Orgaan swore a life debt to the King, declaring that such was the only way his pride would let him continue living.

Appearance:


BRIEF Bio: Orgaan grew up in one of the many Exsules parties. For most of his life, Orgaan followed the ways of his people, raiding along with his kinsmen and constantly training himself against his father, the party's chief. Until one fateful day, the raiding party attacked an Atlantean convoy that happened to be guarded by Aquaman himself. A brash young warrior, Orgaan challenged the former King of Atlantis to a deathmatch without a second thought. The Exsilium was defeated handily, but Aquaman was not one to kill needlessly. He spared the Exsilium, but Orgaan's father decreed that his son was to be considered dead regardless, disowning him on the spot for suffering defeat. With no more family or kinfolk, Orgaan knew of only one way to satisfy his warrior's pride. He swore a life debt to Aquaman, and has fought for the King ever since.

Notes:
Yang Wuxin
Earthling Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Area and Ring
Tagging: @Holy Soldier


The trumpets called Yang out of his meditation. It was time, the Tournament was about to start. Before he knew it, Yang found himself surrounded by competitors in the Waiting Area. Each and every one likely the best in their particular field of fighting, and each one would have to be obstacles for him to overcome if he was to push himself through the bracket. That suited Yang just fine, nothing like a gauntlet of matches to really test one's stamina and endurance, or creativity if they were forced to use up their trump cards early on by worthy opponents. It was as if the Tournament itself was in its own way a form of training for Yang to take part in, and the young man would be liar if he claimed didn't relish the thought of that prospect.

A girl and her band took to the ring first, treating the audience to an introductory song to kick off the tournament events. A song about being called by destiny, seemed an almost auspicious choice. Then again, a Tournament of this caliber held only once every three years perhaps warranted such a grandiose choice of songs to sound its beginning. When the song ended, the bracket was officially announced for all to see and Yang was quick to spot his own name and the name of his first opponent, a woman named Trish. Well, he hadn't heard her say or do anything throughout the waiting time unlike that Sheeban woman so perhaps she would be a more respectable sort? One could only hope.

At once the competitors were led off to the secondary rings for their preliminary matches. It was at his designated ring that Yang finally came face to face with the woman named Trish. A good-mannered martial artist, Yang approached his opponent peacefully and offered a bow of greeting, "Seems we'll fighting first. Best of luck to you." Just because Yang was here to fight and perhaps even win, that didn't mean he had to go around being a jerk about it after all. No matter who his opponents were, they at least deserved the common courtesy of good sportsmanship and a proper introduction, "I am Yang of the Crane School, and I thank you for the honor of this fight!"
Yang Wuxin
Earthling Human
PL: 910
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Waiting Area
Tagging: None


Yang started to sigh at first. He wasn't interested in conversing with the two women, but at the same time he was probably too polite to actually refuse them. Thankfully, the choice was taken out his hands when a third woman stormed into the Waiting Area. She bellowed about her imminent victory and carried on with her show-boating. Combined with the woman in the hat suddenly bickering with the second woman, Yang no longer had any need to take part in the conversation. That suited him just fine, and he carried on with his meditation.

With his meditation, Yang attempted an uncommon practice known as Image Training. While meditating, a martial artist could potentially project a vivid image of themselves in their own mind. A pair who could meditate on the same wavelength could even spar against each other within their own minds, but as Yang was alone he settled for exercises and kata training. Within his own mind, he was at the bank of a river at the base of a mighty waterfall. The sound of the crashing waters was vivid in Yang's mind, and his image self stood on the shore, performing the usual warm-up exorcises before going into full katas. His hands and feet struck the air at blinding speeds, as punches or chops or forceful kicks. The katas grew more intense until Yang suddenly ended by swinging his arm in a chop aimed at the direction of the waterfall in the distance. The strike was so forceful, so laden with Ki that it seemed to split the waterfall down the middle, but only temporarily as moments later the two streams fused back together into one.

Yang wasn't completely unaware of his physical surroundings during all of this. He was instinctively able to sense the arrival of a handful of others, including a particularly interesting fighter that went into a meditation of their own. Yang wondered if the Pterodactyl was also familiar with Image Training, but chose not to ask in order to avoid breaking the focus of his meditation. But it would only be normal meditation, as Image Training often came with the caveat of being mentally exhausting and Yang didn't want to overdo it before the tournament could even begin.
@CommanderCool@Double@Zero HexLet me know if you are okay with PVP or prefer to be solely PVE.


I'm fine as long we're all clear on the PvP rules.
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