Post by Sumitori ¾ on Jul 25, 2008 0:29:55 GMT -5
xX. Name: Karok
xX. Age: Infant
xX. Gender: Male
xX. Race: Saiya-jin
xX. Alignment: Neutral
xX. Rank: Future Elite
xX. PL: 6,000
xX. Family: Bardock[Father] Broly[Borrowed Genetics]
xX. Marital status/Crushes: n/a
xX. Famous Quote: ”-insert infants laughter here-”
Appearance:
Physical;
Being an infant, Karok can not be expected to have giant bulging muscles, or cut, defined features. He is in fact, quite plump. As most babies should be, at this age. On that cute baby face resides the features of his father, the Saiyan Bardock. Much like his brother previous, he‘s taken quite a few things from his fathers gene‘s.
The hair, is a given. Four large spikes to the left of his head, with three smaller to the right. The few small bangs to his forehead not reaching his eyes in any way, seeming to be a little copy of his father. And... while still being young, he retains his slightly darker skin tone. Saiyan heritage all the way, when it came to tans. Perhaps if allowed to perform missions, it would darken to the tone so very common of adult saiyans. Not forgetting however, the most prominent feature on every saiyan. The plump little tail, about the length of his small, infant body at this time. Thick, and a lighter brown in it‘s coloration, it really seems to complete the package of the young warrior.
Clothing;
While only recently reaching the age to leave the special section of the medical ward, Karok hasn‘t honestly worn much of anything. It is very possible, being associated with Gero as he is, that more Earthly clothing will be provided. The comfort of the child therefore being higher if tested for flaws, or anything of the sort during check-ups.
Prepared for him, is a three buttoned babies onesie. White in it‘s basic coloration, it is rimmed in the green coloration of his fathers armor. This being on the Buttons themselves, edges of the sleeves, bottom of the feet, and the small collar flaps present on it‘s front. The word ‘Saiya-jin‘ being written in large, bold, black lettering on the back of it, directly in the middle. His name in the traditional saiyan language on the front, in smaller lettering, still black, overtop of his little baby heart.
Personality:
Now, one must understand a baby can only have so much of a personality so early on, but little Karok has seemed to bring out a bit of his own in the recent days. Much like his brother before him, he seems a little too distant from the activity around him. It upsets his small mind, and causes him to cry quite often. The child seems to dislike the current feeling of abandonment, and it may only be increased by tests that may soon be preformed on him to check his health. Robotic arms are no substitute for a parental hand.
Though, the little saiyan does seem to show his lineage. From time to time, accidents occur in his line of vision, and the emotional and physical distress of others seems to bring him great happiness. Fits of giggling will occur when violence is aroused in those who interact with one another outside of the dome-shaped bed saiyan infants are kept in to reduce the chances of infection, and sickness within the first few days of life. His true colors are sure to bloom within the next couple of years, of that we can be sure of.
History:
Nearly half a year before the birth of his second son, Bardock had conceived a third. As with most saiyan children, the parents were not married. A one night, one time deal if you will. The warring woman going on with her usual business, destroying planets and such, until she was forced to take a personal maternity leave. Bummer for her, a wonder for the being inside. New life, and it seemed that she would inform the father(Assuming he even cared enough to do so) whenever the child was soon to be born. Though, it seemed the woman had not the chance to do such a thing, the destruction of the beloved Planet Vegeta putting a stop to new life, as well as her own. So sad, too bad.
H*ll wasn’t so bad, frozen over and such, things could turn you into ice with a simple touch, all that good stuff. But, saiyans needed to only endure it for twenty-something years. Then, something strange, A wish by the very tyrant who had destroyed them all, brought them all back. Everything was the same again. Down to the last, feather dusted detail of their planet and homes. Yes, even including, new life.
A letter to the father had been written in the traditional saiyan language only recently, sent in the understanding of being delivered the very week of expected birth. Though, the woman had no understanding of what was soon to happen to her. The arrival of Gero, a man obsessed with himself and his own ambitions. Well, in her eyes at least. The rumors were great in number, but little in actual information. Anything heard about him was most likely fake. Saiyans said he was a robot himself, insanely turning his body into that of his own creation. Blasphemy, is what that had been to the rational warrior. Or, perhaps caring was something she gave little effort to. All of it became clear as the sounds of a war bell though, when she had finally been summoned to the medical area of that saiyan base.
Perhaps it was the good doctors interest in saiyan blood, or perhaps it was his interest in the lost Kakarots abilities... in any case, some interest might indeed have been peaked. It all seemed to go downhill once she‘d answered all of the questions. “When was it conceived, who‘s the father“, things such as that. Learning the truth of Kakarots lineage might‘ve been exactly what Gero had been searching for, for his experiments, of course.
Thus, the woman was tested on. Many days it was been happening, until the child himself was actually born. A successful transfer of DNA into an already, mostly developed being. A grand achievement for the good doctor indeed. Sadly, the experimental mother had died during childbirth, yet, the child had survived. A baby boy, it would seem. The third in a row for the father. Neither the doctor, nor father have yet to be informed of the birth. Yet, quite the different variation of excitement may arise from both sides. Only time would tell the fate of new life, and hopefully fate was for once... kind to a saiyan.
Beginning Techniques; n/a
Custom Attacks;
Strength of Youth - Causing the child to cry could result in a terrible outcome. The destructive nature of it‘s very race emerges in true color, causing a ‘super tantrum‘ of sorts. Wild tendencies will occur until calmed once again.
Gained Attacks/Techniques: n/a
~Notice! All information, blood-line references, and genetic DNA borrowed has been approved by those involved.
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