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[Morathor]

Jidaire
Frost Demon
Martial Side: Swashbuckler (Inspired Blade)
Caster Side: Magus (Mindblade)

 

Baby, look at me and tell me what do you see?
You ain't seen the best of me yet
Give me time, I'll make you forget the rest
I've got more in me, and you can set it free
I can catch the moon in my hand
Don't you know who I am?
Remember my name

(Fame) I'm gonna live forever
I'm gonna learn how to fly (High)
I feel it coming together
People will see me and cry
(Fame) I'm gonna make it to heaven
Light up the sky like a flame
(Fame) I'm gonna live forever
Baby, remember my name
(Remember, remember, remember, remember)
(Remember, remember, remember, remember)

Appearance:

 

Jidaire's skin is light grey, save for glossy violet plates on his head, shoulders, and chest. His eyes are purple, a slightly darker shade than the plates, and he has jet-black horns which sweep forward along the sides of his head. He stands just shy of six feet, with a tail just over that. He has the lean, athletic physique of a dancer. He has a heart-shaped face and delicate features. He has the chinese character for 'King' etched into the plate on his chest, a holdover from his original timeline.

Jidaire favors tailored suits, although he often leave the shirt unbuttoned and the tie undone, and routinely uses his strange powers to change the colors (as well as keeping them neat and tidy). If he is expecting a serious battle, though, Jidaire will change into a turtle school gi, which he has had bleached white and modified into more of a vest cut--open at the chest to show off his etching and his body in general. He has begun to wear a massive, weighted longcoat over his suits.

 

Age	Height
5	120 cm (3'11")
6	126 cm (4'2")
7	133 cm (4'4")
8	139 cm (4'7")
9	144 cm (4'9")
10	149 cm (4'11")
11	154 cm (5'1")
12	161 cm (5'3")
13	169 cm (5'7")
14	175 cm (5'9")
15	179 cm (5'10")
16	180 cm (5'11")
17	181 cm (5'11")
18	182 cm (6')

What Might Have Been:
When legitimate authority turns its back on the people it was meant to safeguard, they will turn to illegitimate authority. In times such as these, even a villain may become the people's hero.

 

The second prince of the frost demon empire, Jidaire was raised by ruthless conquerors, an upbringing which heightened his natural ambition. He was frequently pitted against his older brother, Prince Cold, who he could never seem to overcome--whether in combat, tactical excercises, or any other kind of competition their parents could come up with. Cold's size and experience always seemed to win out, and their parents never saw Jidaire's youth as an excuse for his failure. Cold was the favorite son, named as heir to the empire. But little by little, year by year, Jidaire was narrowing the gap.

That may have been why, when Cold took the throne, he did not grant his brother a place as a warrior or a general. Instead, he decreed that Jidaire was to be cast out--a decree he carried out personally, and with great enthusiasm. Jidaire barely survived, and it took him years to recover. At first, the exiled prince plotted to take his brother's throne, but as he lurked in the shadows of the empire, he found a new calling. After massacreing some of Cold's enforcers--light exercise to prevent his muscles from atrophying as he recovered--the innocents they had been menacing asked him for further protection. He began to discover that those living under Cold's oppression were quick to offer their loyalty to a powerful warrior who was actually willing to help them out.

Their admiration, or at least their reverent fear, was intoxicating to Jidaire. He lost all interest in King Cold's throne, in his family's empire; he would rather build his own. This was the beginning of the Frigid Syndicate, a criminal organization that operated throughout King Cold's territory. Those who pledged themselves to the Syndicate lived by two rules: first, the boss looks after their underling; second, the underling looks up to their boss. And of course, in this boss/underling hierarchy, Jidaire himself stood unchallenged at the very top.

Although there never came a time when Boss Jidaire tried to overthrow King Cold, the Frigid Syndicate remained a thorn in the empire's side for decades.

In The Fractured Time: A grey-skinned child with horns awoke one day in an alley in East City, knowing only two things: that his name was Jidaire, and that he was meant to be a king. Or, possibly, a mob boss. President. God. He started to grow attached to the term 'Hero' but, ultimately, it was all the same to Jidaire: powerful, respected, looked up to by those he looked after. But despite his remarkable power, no one seemed to have any respect for the demonic-looking child. He was unwanted and alone, and only the unshakeable conviction that he deserved better got him through his youth.

By the age of twelve, Jidaire had come up with a plan, and by the age of fourteen, he was ready to embark on it. He was already very strong, but he would become the strongest in the world, known across the globe for feats of might and heroism. To that end, he set out to find the legendary Turtle Hermit and demand training.

Over the next eight months, Jidaire grew immensely in power, but there was a far greater change: for the first time in his life, he made some friends. People he genuinely cared about, people he considered family. Even when his dreams of glory, of being the world's strongest, came crashing down at the World Martial Arts Tournament, that sense of comradery helped him keep going.

He wasn't ready to go back to East City yet, though, and he didn't have anything left to learn from Roshi, so he decided to tag along on Goku's quest for the four-star Dragonball. Along the way he trained with the cat-god Karin and helped dismantle an army. At the end of a brief but intense quest, he convinced one of his closest friends to come with him to East City, so he did not have to face it alone...

Personality: Despite his demonic appearance, Jidaire has an outgoing and cheerful demeanor. He is easy to get along with and can be very good company and a good listener. However, after spending enough time around Jidaire, many people begin to find him unsettling--especially if they value morals, which the boy is quite devoid of. Most of Jidaire's goals are ostensibly good; he wants to help people, and do things which make them happy. But the big picture he's working towards is his own prestige and glory, rather than any ideal such as goodness, justice, righteousness, etc, and he is more than willing to use unsavory methods to get there. Jidaire can do atrocious things with a carefree smile on his face, and make small talk while wiping the blood off his hands.
Although Jidaire thinks about most people only in terms of how they act towards him, there are a few he considers friends--people whose wellbeing genuinely matters to him, whether or not they treat him as he wants to be treated, whether or not they return that sentiment. Even if they despise him, his friends have his unyielding loyalty, whether they want it or not. He can also be uncomfortably possessive of them.

[Muggins]

 

Scatterbrained Name: Papria Race: Human Age: 13 Gender: Female Gestalt A (Martial Class): Slayer (Bounty Hunter). Gestalt B (Casting Class): Psychic (Mutation Mind), Abomination Discipline. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral. ---------------- Description:   Petite and well-mannered, Papria strives to maintain a level of poise and composure appropriate for her appearance. Adorned in robes that strike a more ceremonial tone than a typical gi, she likewise bears jewelry in place of toolkits and wields a parasol instead of a weapon. Her frame, figure, grip, and overall physicality is similar to that of a weak, fragile lily, albeit one with a burning sincerity lying in her brown eyes. Her long, well-kept hair shares a similar hue, and serves as further indication of her privileged position in life. When she succumbs to her emotions, her body bolsters and her hair bristles. Her very skin begins to stain from the taint on her soul, and the pupils of her eyes fade entirely, almost as though she were blind. All pretense of civility fades away in lieu of her corruption. Personality:   In most circumstances, and by most appearances, Papria doesn't appear to be an exceptionally driven or dangerous individual. Instead, she's quite charming and humble; greeting others with her soft-spoken voice, consoling them with her considerate gaze, and accepting none of the praise that follows in the wake of her deeds. She's a bit peculiar and whimsical, sure - almost as if she's not quite grounded with the world - but she's never a liability. If nothing else, she's reliable, despite it all. Though unfocused in most regards, there is one realm towards which Papria gives her undivided attention: Combat. Her reserved demeanor and practiced refinement melt away in the face of adversity, quickly replaced by swells of anger, fear, or sheer loathing - even when such emotions aren't entirely appropriate, for she lacks the social skills to overcome most obstacles in a non-violent manner. Her dulcet tones and suggestibility give way to an aura of vigor and guile, and her drive for endless self-improvement comes into full force. Even though she doesn't remember the pain and suffering that she endured within her old timeline, her need to survive at any cost prevails, deep inside the very core of her being. She mightn't like it, but that's just how it is. Background:   Born in a tiny village to a big family, Papria was the last of her mother and father's eight children. Despite being the youngest, however, she was perhaps the most disciplined and well-mannered of her siblings - in some cases, by far. As such, while some of her brothers kept to the farm and some of her sisters attended school, she was given the unique opportunity to train under the esteemed Master Mutaito at his respected martial arts academy. There, she would learn to meditate, to harness her ki, and - if she was lucky - to fight, all under the tutelage of a true expert. Out of the three-dozen applicants that year, Papria was the only one to receive admission. Life, from there, retained its simplicity despite her education. The years of stalwart meditation and dedicated practice that followed only served to hone her mind and body, and by the time she was 23 years of age she possessed a keen mind that few could match. Unwittingly, this time would also prepare her for the events to come, for in Age 461, King Piccolo's army of darkness descended upon Earth and began its ravages. Towns and people were decimated in days. Within weeks, most common folk were dead - for few, as it turned out, could survive against the might of demons. It was only a matter of time before King Piccolo's children attacked the dojo. The battle which followed was both brutal and gruesome. Papria saw her fellow pupils torn limb from limb, their minds shattered by psychic might and their wills crushed by overwhelming physical power. Though her teacher would survive the onslaught, the only others she knew had survived were Roshi and Shen. Papria herself was not so lucky. Torn from Time:   The agony and pain that accompanied Papria's death were incomprehensible. It was a torturous, horrible feeling, and when her life was finally snuffed out, she had almost been thankful. Her last thoughts had been those of weakness and dread, but that was okay. It was over The universe, however, was not so easily satisfied. Maybe it was amused by her suffering, and wanted to see it again - or maybe it had expected great things from her, and felt that she had been taken before her time. Either way, Papria did not truly die in the gutter of her master's academy. She wasn't allowed to. Instead, the pain, the suffering, all of her anguish from that night; the universe bottled it up, and it stuffed it all inside of her at once. The process twisted her, not in body, not in mind, but in her very soul. It left a malice that would stain her very being for years to come, and which would only fester with time. And so she awoke, unchanged yet at the same time deeply unsettled, many centuries after the events that had changed her so very deeply. Though, she could not remember them - or much of anything, really, after some introspection. The only things she knew were her name, her age, and a deep-seated desire to become stronger than before. Whatever "before" meant, anyway.

[Nomadic druid]

 

Rapa   Name: Rapa'Caput Age: 16 Race: Namekian Gender: Male Class (Martial): Monk (Flowing Monk Archetype) Class (Caster): Alchemist (Vivisectionist Archetype) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (not chaotic stupid) Appearance: Lean and fit, Rapa stands tall with a firm straight back. His movements confident and sure. With thick spun wrappings to protect him from the desert wilderness, his skinny arms visibly stick out along with the rest of his thin frame. Traveling light, he carries nothing but the clothing on his back. A sharp, penetrating gaze tells of years surviving in the unforgiving dinosaur riddled wilderness. Personality: Rapa is a survivor first and foremost. The urge to survive carries through every fiber of his spirit, only burning fiercer when it crosses his demonic pride and arrogance. Discovering his own latent talent for regeneration allowed Rapa to push farther in training his own limits than he ever thought possible. Knowing he can take more punishment and heal faster than any earthling has allowed Rapa to develop a vicious, nearly torturous, method of fighting. Combining clashes of endurance, guerilla hit-and-run tactics, and continuous crippling wounds, Rapa doesn't see it as a fight but rather as a hunt. He never loses his prey. Taking pleasure in making others painfully aware they cannot beat him, Rapa nevertheless tries to avoid combat whenever possible. The best way to survive a fight is to not be in one at all. Being branded a demon might make one a bit hostile towards the locals. Instead Rapa focused his attention at making the local countryside safer. He focused his efforts at hunting down the most vicious creatures, dinosaurs, and bandits he could find and eliminated the threats one by one. It didn't take him long to learn that the most dangerous creatures in the wilderness were not the monsters, but the people. Ever since, along with his drive for personal survival, he's felt the urge to perfect his own martial arts style in order to deal with the most dangerous threats to his survival. If he happens to become the world's ultimate warrior in the process, well, that would be just fine too. History/Background:   'Huh? Where am I?' Rappa looked around the countryside while shaking off the grogginess of sleep. It was a bright, sunny day with tall waving grass blowing in the slight breeze. In the distance he could see mesa rock formations in every direction. Some distant and just vague hazy outlines. Others he could likely hike to in a few short hours. Nearby he could distinctly hear the sound of water flowing through a creek. Turning, he saw that the creek was actually some distance away. He started noticing his hearing was incredibly acute as more sounds came to his awareness. Sleep losing its hold gave way to crickets chirruping, distant frogs croaking, the hum and buzz of various insects just out of eyesight, and the distant roar of a large predator. 'Hu-what?' Rapa spun, his heart a staccato drum on his ribs, towards the sound of the roar. Among the closest rock formations, a series of tall tree-like towers that all connected into a single shelf at the top, passed the shadow of a monster many times larger than Rapa. Looking down at his own small, childlike hands, his confusion was pronounced and overwhelming. 'I, uh, how did I get here? Where am I? Who am...' "Rapa'Caput! I am Rapa'Caput!" He chanted this for several moments, his high pitched voice echoing off nearby treeline and back to his own keen ear. His own triumphant jubilation turned to panic as he heard a call and response. Not too far away his echoing voice carried yet another challenging bellow from the monster. It seems it had heard his chanting and figured out his location. Whatever it was, it was coming. And he was not ready for it. Panic and dread washed over him, but then just as suddenly as his own name came another urge. The drive to survive. With a wave of urgency that felt more primal and core to his being than even the immediate circumstances he knew. He was going to survive. One way or another he would live. The Story Before Time:   "Rapa, come here, will you?" The calm voice patiently repeated itself in slow intervals. It was many times before Rapa broke his gaze away from the doorway. The lands outside were already showing the imminent doom of his land, his planet, his... home. Rapa's throat clenched as he approached the others. There were 4 of them gathered in the shelter. The electrical storms, wind, and tossing tides had scared everyone, himself included. Still, Rapa wore the brave face for his brethren. It would make little difference in the end, but it was a small comfort to himself that he was able to bring them a measure of peace in the uncertainty. "Ramma, Luta, Benja... I know. I.. I just feel I should keep watch in case something changes. Maybe there's a chance. A miracle could happen." The others smiled. He didn't know if it was for his sake, or if they honestly hoped. It didn't matter either way. He could feel despair creeping into his own thoughts. Another quake rocked their shelter causing more dirt and structural damage. Climbing cracks started letting in light through the walls. 'It won't be long now... if only I had been stronger, I could have fought these alien invaders off myself... if only I had another chance... Looking up, he could feel his nails digging into his tender palm. A tear streaked down his face reflecting the great flash in the distance. Rock formations started breaking apart and rising into the air around him. Still he didn't break his gaze from the flash.

[iwood2465]

 

Hijiki Chrysocolla's Character Sheet

Hijiki Chrysocolla: Her Abilities Are Utterly Hair-Raising!! Name: Most names in Dragon ball are puns, usually of food or some defining characteristic. I also used Android 18 as inspiration, whose name is Lazuli after a gemstone. Hijiki is a seaweed dish, that according to who you ask, is good for your hair or poisonous. Chrysocolla is a mineral traditionally associated with femininity, and according to some sources, good hair.Hijiki Chrysocolla 'Android 7' | Age: Believed. As a cyborg android, she still ages though maybe at a slower rate than humans.15 | Race: Android Gender: Female | Class (Martial) Brawler | Class (Caster) White Haired Witch Archetype with Time as the patron. Witch Alignment: LN Description: Hijiki Chrysocolla looks somewhat out of place next to her martial artist peers. Her rosy pale skin is smooth and soft. Her thick, golden blonde hair looks like it has never been cut, falling almost all the way to the ground, though it seems to move and sway with a life of its own. Her red eyes are very alive yet usually devoid of emotion, though every so often they'll flash dangerously if she is particularly upset. Her well proportioned features complete her visage, giving her the look and feel of a porcelain doll. Despite being (or appearing to be) in her teens, she remains a very small person, standing at four foot eight and weighing only eighty-six pounds. Her slender and athletic figure does suggest a high level of physical fitness, which is to be expected of a martial artist. Most often she is seen wearing short black dresses, designed to allow her the freedom of movement she desires. The dress is outfitted with several straps and pockets to carry certain things, though when she travels she carries a well worn pack as well. She also wears several straps on her legs, claiming that they help improve her circulation and she wears a fine pair of matching black boots. Personality: Hijiki Chrysocolla is a very hard person to read, and she honestly struggles just as hard to understand other people. In her mind, logic trumps everything else. Though there are still many things that she doesn't understand. She strives for knowledge of everything, and communes with her familiar on deeper matters concerning history and philosophy. She also strongly desires to become the strongest person in the world, though As the witch, she desired to rule the world and used magical power to nearly accomplish it.she doesn't exactly know why. Due to her extreme focus on logic, she comes off as cold and emotionless, though she does sometimes show a sarcastic sense of humor. Despite the mask, she does feel and very deeply, though oftentimes it only shows in her eyes. History: The story begins long before the upcoming The World Martial Arts Tournament. Fifteen hundred years before, to be precise. In those hellish days, there was a powerful witch named Chrysocolla. Though her name is lost to history, with the last of the records of her deeds being destroyed in the wake of her chaotic reign, she was one of the greatest earthbound scourges the world had ever faced. Though there have been many forces who had and would vie for world domination, her supernatural foresight and the devastating power of her ki-based magic almost allowed it to be a reality. At the height of her power, she ruled over two-thirds of the world. It all came to a head in the final battle of her command, against the unified force of free men. Though she initially had the advantage of numbers, the opposing army fought with the ferocity that can only be found in the desperate. In a last ditch effort, she used the last of her energy on a spell that would have cleared the field. But she made a mistake, one that destroyed her body and sent the ashes of her remains to float on the wind. Chrysocolla was dead and the people rejoiced. Or so the world thought... During those last seconds, the pillars of the world shifted. Chrysocolla had heavily drawn power from the forces of time and fate, and that mysterious force was not done with her. She still had a role to play, a fate to live. As her body disintegrated, her soul was carried along the winds of time. And from the dust, Chrysocolla reformed as the child she had once been... At the doorstep of Gero's lab. Her mind reeled at the transformation and the shock of it broke her. Her memories gone, save the once dreaded and long forgotten name, she fell into a coma and was taken in by Dr. Gero and Dr. Flappe. She was to be their newest android creation, and was the first experiment they had done that included biological components. Though comatose, her years of experimentation were not lost on her; her subconscious processed and learned from visitors of the Red Ribbon Army and in glimpses, learned of tactics and strategy. The two doctors poured their collective intellect into what was supposed to be their greatest creation, at the time. However, her activation proved to be a minor catastrophe. The systems within the lab weren't initially designed to handle the surge of power, and caused a series of small explosions. When the dust cleared, the body of Chrysocolla was gone, with only a few leftover mechanical parts and seared equipment to mark her presence. Once again, Chrysocolla was assumed to be dead. And once again, her demise was prevented by her capricious patron. Then Chrysocolla heard a voice, "Chrysocolla! Hijiki Chrysocolla!... Chrysocolla! Oh, thank goodness you're alright." The young witch opened her eyes and took in the burning sun, the sights of East City and a woman standing over her. Her mind was hazy at first, but slowly everything came back to her. Her name was Hijiki Chrysocolla. Her mother Hijiki, Vice Captain of the East City Police Special Forces, was standing over her looking worried. She was the only child of Hijiki and her husband Chrysos, both of whom she was named after. She worked with her father at his store, playing at fortune-telling and selling pretty pieces of calligraphy. During the early morning and evenings after dinner, she would train with her mother. The more she pondered the memories, the clearer they became. Neither she or her mother knew that she was an aberration. A fabrication inserted into being at the whim of some unknown force. The last thing she remembered before waking up to her mother's face, was nearly being run down by some fool on a capsule car. As she hugged her mother, Chrysocolla tried to assure her that she was just fine, speaking in the emotionless drone that she had always displayed. Then she remembered that today had been, and still was, a special day in her life. She had just turned fifteen years old, and she had reached a point where her mother could no longer help her with martial arts. That, and the young girl had begun to tap into her ki and do amazing things, with little control and no training to access it. Because that worried her parents, they had decided to send her away to be taught by a true master. And they both remembered that Master Roshi had won the World Martial Arts Tournament, and hoped that the old hermit would train their beloved daughter. Train her to be the strongest in he world, as she had dreamed for so long. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Will Hijiki Chrysocolla find Master Roshi? Will he accept the girl as his student? Will anyone discover that she's an android? Or worse, a time aberration!? Find out next time oooooon Dragon Ball: Wrinkles in Time!!!

[Melchior]

Application Name: Celeri Age: 21 Race: Saiyan Gender: Female Height: 4'11 (teenager); 5'7 (adult) Class (Martial): Unchained Barbarian (Dreadnought/Elemental Kin Archetype) Class (Caster): Sorcerer Appearance: At first glance, an onlooker might be forgiven for believing that there is nothing especially remarkable about Celeri. She appears more athletic than most girls her age perhaps, possessing a lean, athletic frame and wiry muscles, but nothing that would look out of place on a school sports team. The brown monkey tail is certainly unusual, but in a world that contains plenty of anthropomorphic animals it little more than a curiosity. With her short black hair, and dark eyes, she simply looks like any number of other teenage girls that could be found almost anywhere, though she might be considered pretty in a tomboyish sort of way. This naturally causes most people to overlook her, or to view her as being just like any one of those other normal teenage girls, which is, of course, a gross miscalculation that has caused many a street tough or other troublemaker to have a very bad day. Personality: If Celeri looks like the archetypal teenage girl her behavior is anything but. She is loud, boisterous and oftentimes outright rude, though not to anyone she respects, which pretty much only includes people who can beat her in a fight. Ruthless and violent, Celeri loves to fight, a testament to her saiyan blood. She lives for the thrill of the battle and in her mind there is precious little in this world more satisfying than fighting a worthy opponent in a straight-up one-on-one brawl, except maybe fighting ten at the same time. Celeri is not particularly hard to understand: she is quick to laugh, and quick to anger, and while her anger burns hot - many might say explosive - it also burns swift. She seldom stays angry at anybody for longer than a few minutes, though in those few minutes she can be terrible to behold. She also tends to be rather impulsive, acting without thinking and believing that her strength and skill to get her out of any trouble she inevitably finds herself in. In fairness, its a belief that has proven well founded most of the time thus far. Celeri firmly believes in a philosophy of 'might makes right'. The strongest deserves to rule. For most of her life, she believed that was herself, which was encouraged by those around her to the point that she believed herself the rightful queen of the planet. Recent events have tempered this somewhat, but only to the point that she acknowledges that she is not the strongest person on the planet. Despite this, she still does believe that she deserves to rule, and much of her motivation revolves around getting strong enough to claim that right. As such she tends to view all other would-be global dominators as competition, and she isn't particularly good at sharing. Though most humans would probably consider her to be a bloodthirsty brute - not without justification - Celeri does have her own code that she follows. She does kill when there is no benefit in it for her, and while she will not hesitate to strike down someone who refuses to back down, she prefers not to fight opponents who are obviously weaker than she is. Also, despite her temperament, she cares for her comrades and those few who have managed to earn her respect - though she is more likely to refer to them as 'subordinates' - and is fiercely loyal and protective of them. Background: Like all Saiyans, Celeri was born on planet Vegeta, to a pair of lower-class Saiyan warriors. Celeri's parents were typical members of their race, and sought to give their daughter a traditional Saiyan upbringing, which is to say they stuffed her into a space pod as soon as she was weaned and fired her off into space in the general direction of a populated planet to raise herself. And ideally destroy the planet at the behest of their evil space emperor overlord. Fortunately for the peaceful inhabitants of Planet Puigawa, Celeri never made it to her original destination. All that her parents received was a notification that her mission had failed and she had been written off as 'weak'. This was not a terribly uncommon fate for Saiyan infants, and a significant contributing factor for their low population, but there were few Saiyans back on Vegeta who actually cared enough to openly question the wisdom of such a 'sink-or-swim' approach to child rearing. In truth, while en route Celeri's pod had been caught in a freak meteor shower and sent careening wildly off course. But space is big, and it was only through the fickle whims of fate that then that the girl was saved from a short life travelling through empty nothingness until the life-support ran out. In this case, the fickle whims of fate took the form of a temporal wormhole which sucked up the girl's pod and transported it halfway across the galaxy, to Earth, where it crashed on an island in the tropics. The island in question just so happened to serve as the base of operations for a group of mercenaries, a brutal group that operated more as vicious pirates and bandits plaguing the local area than anything else. It was these coldhearted men who found the wrecked space pod and the infant Saiyan, and it was they who ran crying back to their base, screaming about the devil child that had descended upon their island in fire and blood. For the next five years, Celeri stalked the jungle of the island, terrorizing the mercenaries who lived there. Saiyan children are self-sufficient at a remarkably young age, though the meteor storm which had sent her off route had damaged the educational programming her parents had installed in her pod. As a result Celeri had spent the journey listening to the subliminal instructions that she was a warrior and to grow strong, but without learning the specific details of her mission to kill all life on the planet. She was only stopped when the mercenaries thought to bait her with food into a trap, and even that required two attempts as she tore through the bars of the first cage they used. Thus, she was dragged back to their base in a steel cage. Rather than kill her however, the mercenary leader thought to use her for his own ends. After all, she was just a child but had terrorized them and eluded capture for years. The leader - something of a megalomaniac who had long harbored secret dreams of global conquest - thought that if they could control the fierce child, it would greatly benefit them. For her part, Celeri was easily bribed; the mercenaries' chef was actually quite skilled and after five years of eating whatever animals should could catch in the jungle, typically raw, the prospect of cooked meals was so tantalizing that she agreed the moment it was brought to her attention. So it was that Celeri found herself adopted into the organization, where she would stay for the next decade. However if the mercenary leader had thought that he would be able to easily manipulate the child, he was wrong. Celeri was a brash and willful child, made all the more so by the fact that one of few things that had remained of her Saiyan education programming had been the message that might makes right. Since Celeri was stronger than all of the mercenaries, she didn't have to listen to them if she didn't want to. Worse, now that she was no longer hunting and killing them, the other mercenaries were actually starting to warm up to the girl, viewing her as something like a communal daughter/organization mascot, albeit a mascot that could tear through the entire organization if she wanted to. In particular was the organizations head chief, who was delighted to have someone around who actually enjoyed his food - nn actually the man couldn't cook at all, but Celeri was a Saiyan through and through and possessed the cast-iron stomach of her people - who became the closest thing to a surrogate father she had. Since he could not reliaby order her around, the mercenary leader hit upon an alternative idea. Since she seemed to believe that the strongest deserved to rule, wouldn't it be right for them to 'officially' make her the leader of the organization? And since she was the strongest person anywhere, didn't that mean that she deserved to rule the entire world? She certainly thought so, agreeing fully with this fabulous idea. The mercenaries named Celeri as their Queen, and loudly proclaimed that they were going to conquer the world in her name. To the leader, it was clear that the girl was nothing more than a figurehead and weapon to be pointed at their enemies, but over the next several years Celeri bought more and more into the idea, believing that she really did deserve to be Queen of the Earth. After all, the current King was a dog, why couldn't she just take the position for herself? As it turned out, however, their's was not the only paramilitary criminal organization out for global conquest, and almost immediately after setting out from their island they ran straight into the Red Ribbon Army. Unfortunately, the Red Ribbons were not the type to handle someone trying to horn in on their game with grace. It was here that Celeri suffered her first defeat at the hands of the assassin the Red Ribbons had hired to nip any prospective competition in the bud, and she would have been killed had it not been for her natural Saiyan toughness and the fact that the assassin had believed her dead after dropping a house on her. This event shook Celeri to core, shattering her worldview. Seeing just how outclassed she had been showed her that she was not as strong as she believed herself to be, and instilled in her a burning desire to never lose again. But it also proved to her that there were those out there much more powerful than she was, and that if she was going to become stronger, than she needed to find them, to either learn from them or defeat them and prove that she was stronger. She had heard some of the mercenaries had talked about a Turtle Hermit before. Supposedly he was the strongest man in the world. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, still overconfident in her own power, but now... That seemed like a good place to start.

Celeri Name HP AC Touch Flat CMD Status Fort Ref Will Ki Pool Rage Celeri 324/324 31 26 26 42 DR 1/-, Fire Resistance 1 +13 +11 +9 14/14 25/25 Spell Level Spell DC Spells Remaining 1st 19 for evocation spells18 8 2nd 20 for evocation spells19 8 3rd 21 for evocation spells20 8 4th 22 for evocation spells21 5

[PalladiaMors]

 

Good-Hearted Bad Girl "Stop punching me, that tickles! I'm serious, if you make me giggle, I'm totally gonna punch you back! tee hee Ok that's it! Name: Bubblegum Race: Majin Gender: Female Age: 15 Martial Class: Fighter (Unarmed Fighter archetype) Magic Class: Bloodrager (Spelleater archetype) Alignment: Chaotic Good   Bubblegum is a female Majin, a bit on the tall and athletic side. Her smooth, rubbery skin is pink, she has black eyes with red pupils, no nose, large, roundish ears, and a number of tendrils hanging from her head in a style that resembles dreadlocks. A number of ventilation holes line her shoulders, biceps, and the top of her chest in the manner typical of Majin. While these holes can be found on the top of her head as well they are typically covered up by the tendrils. Bubblegum typically wears a pair of shorts or jeans, hi-tops, and a t-shirt, usually with some kind of heavy metal band logo on it. She accessorizes as such as well, with a studded leather bracelet, leather belt with a stylized "M" as a buckle, and jewelry. For formal tournaments she opts for a pair of shorts, matching sports bra, and athletic shoes, looking more like a wrestler than a traditional martial artist.   The Majin known as Bubblegum, or BG for short, hails not from the past but from the future. Or at least a possible version of it. In the future where she is from Bubblegum is part of a team of the world's best and most extraordinary fighters, banded together to defend the Earth from great threats from all over the universe. There have been many such groups before hers, and being a member of said group is an honor held by a wide variety of people. While she was never the most skilled fighter on the team, nor the most powerful, she was always without a doubt the toughest. She could take an incredible amount of punishment without even flinching, and could defeat many opponents just by letting them wear themselves out trying to hurt her. Which isn't to say she didn't have fighting ability of her own, but the Majin took a slow but steady approach to her fights in contrast to the blinding speed employed by most others. In the future the Earth was beset by a villain known throughout the universe for his power and viciousness, as it has been so often in the past. The team of fighters was called upon to defeat this aggressor but he proved to be extremely powerful. It was only after a long, draining, and costly battle that they were able to wear him down but even then he wasn't going to suffer defeat without unleashing every power at his disposal. One such attack gave off so much power that it was able to shatter the barrier of time and space itself, which sent several of the fighters involved in the battle, including Bubblegum, hurtling through space, time, and even reality. Bubblegum landed on Earth, over a hundred years in the past, and in the form of a young child. When she materialized she crashed into a tree that the feline master of martial arts Korin was sleeping in. The impact knocked him out of the tree, and though he was initially angry at having his nap disturbed, he was intrigued when he saw who had done it - a strange-looking, clearly inhuman pink girl wrapped up in a white blanet with a monogramed "M" on it. Korin initially thought she was some sort of devil from Otherworld but could sense that she wasn't evil and so that couldn't be true. It then occured to him that she must be a devil who was thrown out of Otherworld because she wasn't evil, and the devils there must have been afraid that she might infect the place. Satisfied with his hypothesis, even though it was completely wrong, he took her to the top of the Korin tower for observation. She remained there for a couple of months while Korin studied and evaluated her. She claimed she couldn't remember where she had come from, which was confirmed when Korin tried to search her memories only to find none. He could sense there was more to her, but had no idea what it was. He also learned that she was extraordinarily strong, resistant to harm, and had the potential to be a great fighter. She also kept eating all of the sweets he had around the tower, which was really starting to annoy him. Not wanting to train her himself, at least not at this point, Korin delivered her to his former student, Master Roshi for training. At least that way his cookies would be safe.   Bubblegum is generally upbeat and energetic, seemingly afraid of nothing. Part of this is because she believes she's immortal and therefore has nothing to fear, but part of it is also residual memory from the future she comes from, a future where she really does have very little to fear. She is friendly and outgoing almost to a fault but at the same time has a bit of a bad streak to her. It's not an evil or malicious bad streak, but more one of mischievousness, rebelliousness, and general troublemaking. She believes she's a devil escaped from Otherworld, and therefore it's only natural that she engage in some kind of trouble, but doesn't have the evil streak in her to do anything that would actually hurt anyone. For the most part she just wants to have fun and isn't all that concerned about rules and such when she goes about doing it. She has a habit of dragging others into her misadventures as well. Bubblegum loves to fight, chiefly because she likes the challenge and thinks it's fun. That's not to say she doesn't take it seriously, she does, but even then she will be joking and messing around, largely to put an opponent off balance. She also figures there's no point in doing anything that isn't fun, and that includes fighting. Deep down she has a great inner reserve of strength, and when it erupts, she can throw herself into a battle in an almost frenzied state. it is during these times that her true bad side comes to the front, as the sense of fun seems to go by the wayside and she almost seems like another person. The good in her is much stronger though, and is able to keep the bad in check, but it can be a frightening sight nonetheless.

[Xildur]

 

Henzal   Name: Henzal Age: 12 Race: Saiyan Gender: Male Class (Martial): Monk (Monk of the Four Winds and Qinggong Monk Archetypes) Class (Spell Caster): Druid (Nature Fang Archetype) Alignment: Lawful Neutral Appearance: Henzal has trained since small. That is why he has become quite muscular. His dark hair spikes up. He has black eyes which convey wisdom that make him more mature than child his age. He prefers tight clothes which allow him move freely. Background: Long long time ago... On the galaxy far far away... There is an existence that is so scary that no one speaks his name, even not in their whisper. Instead, he gets the nickname : "Golden Devil" since if his black hair becomes blond and his aura become golden, he becomes unstoppable demon who killed all his challenger. He had many men under him and his profession was mercenary and planet seller. One day, when his man went to a planet to wipe its population, the dweller of the planet had high technology and fought back. Furious with the casualties so far, the Golden Devil came himself to "punish" the planet for resisting. However, he didn't know that the planet's dweller were so stubborn. Rather than die alone, they opted to die together with their invader. When Golden Devil came and turned the tide of war, in midst of their desperation, the planet dweller made a black hole in their planet atmosphere which sucked everything, including the Golden Devil himself. Since then, nobody had heard about him again. Some of his men that had survived continued his occupation and became people who has been known as Saiyan tribe. Currently: Henzal was born as warrior in Saiyan race. He was sent to earth by some mix up accidents since baby of warriors Saiyan were usually retained and trained by their own race. Not only he was sent to earth, earth has also been targeted by other baby, Songoku. When he was arrived at the earth, he was picked up by a pair of old couple who lived peacefully on a remote island. They were old practitioner who care about nature a lot. Since their children have already gone away, they embraced Henzal as "Son from Heaven". They taught Henzal some of their tricks and way of live. Thus, Henzal learns to live according to nature. One day, Henzal was become giant ape unconsciously after saw the moon. He immediately went rampage and almost destroy the island. Luckily, the old man successfully cut his tail before that happened. Although they both injured, Henzal came back to his human form. After that, they moved to another island and Henzal was told to sleep with eye mask. Not long after that, the couple died. It looks like their injuries from the night made their old age catches them. In their dying bed, the old man asked Henzal to go to his brother. He hoped that his older brother, Master Roshi, could guide Henzal to become good child who use his power for good and not going on rampage anymore. Personality: Henzal is calm and quiet. However, he has usually had different perspective for one matter, for good or for worse. Loyal to fault and upholding the law (or order that he received) were another of Henzal's traits. Both of his adopted parents thought that he was too serious about every problem and not playing around just like another child. But how can he become just another child when he was disturbed by terrible nightmare and voices that often call for him.

[AximusLokar]

Naprabrah Name: Naprabrah | Age: 17 | Race: Human | Gender: Male Class (Martial) Unchained Monk (Master of Many Styles) Class (Caster) Warpriest (Sacred Fist) Alignment: Ultimate Chill True Neutral* [ - Sheet - ] Description: Naprabrah, usually just called 'Brah' for short, is a tall and well-muscled young fighter. He has easily broken six feet tall and is still growing, and his body's lean musculature have been honed through careful physical ki manipulation and constant competition against foes both mortal and otherwise. He wears a self-tailored and close fitted gi of pure white with black trimming, sporting an ice blue dragon on the right leg and the symbol for 'Fortune' on his chest and back. He smiles easily and laughs often, both in and out of combat. When employing his samu-sa no michi arts his arms gain a sheen of ghostly blue energy that flows around his body. The highest forms of these techniques draw forth a second energy, golden hued, that causes a violent reaction where it comes into contact with the former.   12: 5'5" 13: 5'7" 14: 5'10" 15: 6'1" 16: 6'2" 17: 6'4" 18: 6'5" 19+: 6'6" Personality: Brah has managed to retain his lackadaisical attitude from his youth, generally letting life come at him as it will. He loves making jokes and taking jabs at people or the situations he finds himself in. His general inability to take anything too seriously has been a great boon in his life, and especially in surviving three years at the mercy of Fortune Teller Baba. He has very few 'berserk buttons' but the few times in his life that's pressed them has revealed the potential for a rage as cold as the grave. As a fighter he favors a forward momentum, taking the battle in close and keeping pressure up to prevent his enemies from retreating or pressing back. His earlier style of pain points and broken limbs has evolved over time to favor disorientation and swiftness of action, enhanced by finely honed spiritual ki manipulation. History: It is the future. Or, perhaps, the past. Or three days from now in an alternate reality where france and japan accidentally met during the Sengoku era before joining forces to conquer the world with the power of awesome food. None of this is important or, in point of fact, true. The point remains that our hero comes from a time and place of unknown origin similar to but vastly different than the world he now finds himself in. In his own time he was a young man. His family for generations upon generations had boasted men and women of great power and devotion (and, consequently, were completely unknown to the world at large) who fought against their ancient foe (singular. He had an annoying habit of coming back to life or having not really died in the first place one to three times per generation, with occasional fifty year vacations) using the awesome power of ghostly warriors formed from their ki, giving their lives when necessary to the cause. Our hero is not a man of great power and devotion. (To be honest, 'hero' feels a bit strong.) When the Ancient Foe once more revealed himself to our... (Protagonist? That still sounds a bit too proactive. Editor's Note: We'll ask the research team to find term for 'person who things happen to while we watch'. Use 'dude' in the mean time.) dude rather than gnash his teeth and swear to oppose his every action he shrugged his shoulder and told him 'you do you, man'. Rather put out at the lack of a reaction, this meeting kicked off a lackluster and baffling season where a seven hundred year old immortal being of malevolence who had once raised an undead army to fight against cyborg nazis (who were for a few battles somehow not the bad guys, or at least not the worst guys) attended high school while attempting to draw our dude into frivolous conflicts. After months of pestering the dude's chill was finally broken and he demanded a way to be rid of this ancient annoyance. The battle commenced, and then promptly ended when a pair of ghostly hands reached out and froze the evil being solid, resulting in a comically drawn out topple and a crash. It was then that the universe itself screamed out 'lame' and our dude was ripped from his own time and reality to be inserted into one more interesting and action-oriented. 'And do it right this time!' the universe bellowed. The dude, now a small child on a small island with his memories of his prior life quickly fading away, merely shrugged and leaned back into the sand. "Nah prah, brah." Age 13 After waking up on an island in the middle of nowhere Brah (eventually) makes his way to the mainland. With no home, money, or memories he attempts to leverage his unusual strength to gain advantageous admittance to various dojos. While this plan fails his attempts draw the attention of Krait, Master of the Viper School. The school turns out to be far more vicious than he'd expected, but Brah quickly rises through the ranks to stand as the strongest of his contemporaries. A little under a year after he joined he entered the 21st World Martial Arts tournament as the Viper School's sole competitor. After demolishing the preliminary rounds he was knocked out by the surprising little warrior, Son Goku of the Turtle School. In the aftermath of the tournament Goku's mentor, Master Roshi, defended Brah from Master Krait's displeasure at the loss. While not an actual student of the turtle hermit Brah joined together with the group of turtle students in helping Goku track down the Dragon Balls. Age 14 During the adventure to find the dragon balls Brah and his new friends encountered foe after foe standing in their way. The Red Ribbon Army with their legions of soldiers, robots, and cyborgs harried them at every turn as they competed to be the first to each dragon ball, or attacked each other to claim them. Unexpectedly Master Krait made an appearance in the underwater compound of a unknown third party, seemingly allied with the Red Ribbon Army and bringing with him a small group of graduated Viper students as part of a contract to assassinate them. Brah descended into a cold rage at the sight of his former mentor and a fight erupted. After a tense battle in which Krait displayed just how little regard he had for the lives of his students the assassins were defeated, and Brah dealt the lethal blow to his former master rather than let the man continue to indoctrinate children into his assassination school. While his new friends gave him the space he needed to process while they sought out the local dragon ball Brah had a frank discussion with his fellow Vipers, offering up his own life to end the cycle of retribution. In the end they declined the offer, although one had taken an intense interest in him swearing to face off against him again. Following the emotional confrontation under the water the group faced off against a far more lethal assassin, a man known as Tao Pei-Pei, who single handedly demolished the entire group. Left on the edge of death they managed to pick themselves up and make their way up the enormous tower to the home of the Cat Hermit, Karin. Through an intense training process with the talking cat Brah was able to shed some of the indecision and overcaution in his heart, while honing his body yet further against the incredibly agile hermit. Upon descending the tower once more Tao Pei-Pei was defeated by Celeri as vengeance for something in her past. Like Brah she chose to end his influence on the world in a very final manner, and like him the necessary action was far less satisfying than one imagined. With two assassination attempts now foiled the group moved to end the Red Ribbon's actions once and for all. Their combined powers dismantled the army with ease, and they moved to confront the army's commander. However the petty little man ended up dying at the hands of his second before they arrived, who attempted to shift his allegiance to them if they would give him a position of power in what he thought would be their rule over the world. When he found they had no such intentions he attacked, quickly being shut down by the group. As the man continued his struggle he eventually lost his head to Alastor's blade. With only one ball remaining the group sought out Master Roshi's older sister, Fortune Teller Baba, to track it down. Between Brah and Alastor they were able to defeat four of the five warriors arrayed against them, before allowing Goku to face off against the final warrior. While those that had fought rested Celeri and Jidaire retrieved the final dragon ball, liberating it from a strange would-be emperor through a show of force and evidence of how little patience the young woman was down to. With all seven dragon balls in hand the group summoned the mighty dragon Shenlong. After a grilling from Brah on the parameters of magical wish-granting dragons they made the wish to revive everyone killed by Tao Pei-Pei in order to fulfill the promise to revive Upa's father. After a celebratory feast and a week of relaxation hosted by the Briefs the group went their separate ways to train for the next tournament in three years. Brah returned to Fortune Teller Baba's oasis to petition her for training, eventually making a convincing enough case to gain the woman's occasional instruction.

 

[CENTER]Name: Naprabrah | Age: 14 | Race: Human | Gender: Male
Class (Martial) Unchained Monk
Class (Caster) Warpriest(Mantis Zealot)
Alignment: Ultimate Chill True Neutral*

Description: Naprabrah, often abbreviated to 'Brah', is a tall and gangly youth. He is approaching six feet tall despite his age and at this rate is likely to exceed it by a fair margin before he finishes growing. He wears simple clothing designed for flexibility and comfort though he isn't particularly attached to any specific design. He has a relaxed appearance and an easy smile, even while fighting. His willingness to break an opponent's arm without losing that friendly smile can be somewhat disconcerting.

When employing his samu-sa no michi arts his movements leave behind a ghostly blue after-image giving him the appearance of attacking with four arms, and a strange symbol hovers over his temporarily awakened third eye.

Personality: Brah is the epitome of chill. Little fazes him, he doesn't hold grudges, and he's a generally amicable person. That isn't to say he is kind or gentle, though. His fighting style is one designed to inflict excruciating pain, albeit generally temporary, to break a fighter's spirit as effectively as their body. And he employs it quite adeptly without losing his lazy smile or serene air through the screams and sobbing.

His philosophy emphasizes the concept of the body being a mere shell to house the spirit and so he sees his body and that of others as being no more important a possession than their clothes or house. Sure, it'd be nice if no one broke anything, but it's not the end of the world and if you fix it or replace it afterwards then hey, nah prah brah.

Actions   Name HP AC Touch Flat CMD Fort Ref Will Naprabrah 252/252 32 29 24 39 +12 +17 +17 Ki Pool Fervor Blessing(Liberation/Trickery) Stunning Fist Hero Point 24/24 11/11 7/7 9/9 1/1 Attack Accuracy Damage(Crit) Special Unarmed +21/21/16 2d6+10 (x2) - Toketsu Ten Te +26/26/21 2d6+14+9 (x2) Holy Water Toketsu Ten Te; Full Power +27/27/27/22 2d6+14+9 (x2) Holy Water Buff/Stance Duration Description Snake Style Active ImmAct: Sense Motive becomes AC/tAC; Misses provoke AoO Wolf Style Active AoO lowers speed, 0 speed provokes trip; 10+ dmg prone inflicts Curse as swift Visualization of the Mind 24H +5 to Wisdom ability/skills; expend for will reroll. See Beyond 24H +5 circ to Perception, +10 vs Invis/Incorp/Ethereal; expend for 5 rounds X-Ray Vision. Holy Ice Weapon 9M MW, Holy Water, add CL cold damage. Divine Favor 1M +4 Acc/Dmg Channel Vigor 9R Limbs: +1 atk/ac/ref; bonus attack; +30' speedHaste Ghost Double 9R Single Mirror Image Tears to Wine 90M +5 enhancement to Int/Wis-based skills Combat Skill ModifiersBuffs Added: Visualization of the Mind, See Beyond* Sense Motive +32 Perception +29 (+36 vs Invis) Sleight of Hand +28

[Xian]

Android X - Alastor 2.0   Name: Alastor "Android X" Wonsi Age: 19 (Believed) Race: Android Gender: Male Class (Martial): Unchained Monk (Master of Many Styles/Hungry Ghost) Class (Caster): Magus (Eldritch Scion) Alignment: Lawful Good Appearance: (see picture) Alastor is a solidly built teen of respectable height, with the powerful arms and body of a tested and experienced warrior. He has piercing blue eyes that are framed by blonde hair that he keeps well groomed to complete his handsome appearance. His physical beauty is powerful. From his Adonis like body that is perfectly proportioned and symmetrical to the chiseled features of his face, he has no scars marring his body or face. It was as if Alastor was created vice born... well because he was, more on than later. Alastor still dresses modestly and practically however, preferring function over form and because most of the time he doesn't care. However, on the occasion when he does, Alastor has an impeccable fashion sense and knows how to dress to accentuate his physical gifts. Personality: Alastor displays outwardly an aloof detached personality that is calm, cool, level headed with a display of only the minimal emotions. While, many view that as haughty and arrogant, Alastor just has immense control over his emotions to the point that it sometimes impairs his empathy. Alastor has a very strong sense of honor and will not act in a manner that is not befitting his visualized ideal as a warrior. Alastor has one chink in his armor. He has chip on his shoulder to prove himself due to the popular perception that his comeliness makes him a dandy and "too pretty to fight" and often lead him not to be taken seriously as martial artist. This misnomer has lead Alastor to behave against his better judgment and logic to try and prove otherwise. History/Background: Alastor is the adopted son of the billionaire technologist Doctor Xavier Wonsi of Cybertech Systems Corporation. Xavier Wonsi is the blood cousin to the famous Doctor Briefs of the Capsule Corporation and one of their chief competitors. The Wonsi's were unable to have children of their own, and so one of their greatest desires was to find a perfect heir, someone worthy to carry on their legacy. They would find that heir in an amnesiac young child that had been discovered wandering at one of their remote research facilities. The teen had been discovered wandering around confused and disoriented, without any memory of his past life or identity. He had no form of identification and even his clothes were plain and gave no clue to his origins or identity. The kindhearted couple were taken by Alastor's perfect appearance and natural charisma and so personally took the child in and searched for his family and his identity. On both fronts, they were unsuccessful. After several years, the Wonsi's came to love Alastor as their own son and they decided to adopt him to carry on the legacy and the name of the Wonsi's. Alastor excelled in academics, mastering complex subjects with relative ease, just as he mastered any physical activities, adapted socially as well, and anything that his parents had asked him to do. Alastor accomplished things with machine like efficiency, precision, and ease... racking up every conceivable accolade that a boy could receive. Whatever his parents had desired, Alastor went forth and relentlessly pursued that achievement until he succeeded. Xavier Wonsi's had his perfect heir and more importantly he knew why. It did not take long for the technologist to figure out that there was more to Alastor than meets the eye and to his delight exposure to technology that was light years ahead of his own and through that had become competitive with even the Capsule Corporation. The Story Before Time: Alastor is Android X, Doctor Gero's cybernetic prototype precursor to Cell. Made with much of the same premise as Cell, Android X was designed with the cells and recorded abilities of the Earth's best fighters at the time, to include Goku, and also an Element X which would allow Android X to continue to learn, adapt, and grow continuously beyond his current design giving him virtually unlimited potential. However, Doctor Gero deemed Android X obsolete after the advent of Vegeta and other alien species, such as the Frost Demons, whose cells would be incorporated in the more powerful version of his concept, Cell. The time wrinkle pulled Android X out of his stasis and he wandered aimlessly until discovered and taken in by the Wonsi's. Xavier Wonsi had of course discovered Alastor's android nature and he has begun modifications to the android's original design, to include the remote link from Alastor's Cybertech System's Corporation's global information network and further "perfect" the ultimate fighter and heir.