Post by kanun on Mar 8, 2020 1:41:12 GMT -8
Name:Kanun
Species: Namekian
Age: 2
Gender: Namekian
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 15
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 10
Resilience: 5
Accuracy: 1d100+15/ 1d100+0
Defense: 35
HP: 40
KI: 100
DR: 4
Class: Mystic
Racial Trait: Namekian - you regain 2 HP at the start of the turn.
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000 Zeni (You start with 1000 Zeni)
Mastery Points: 2/2 (You start with 2 mastery points which can be used to purchase masteries or banked for later use.)
Traits: N/A
Class Features: Mysticism - You begin every thread with 5 Arcane Points(AP) and may spend them At-Will for the following effects:
-Abjure: You gain one additional Bonus Action on this turn- this Bonus Action may only be used to perform Reactive Defensive Techniques.
-Cleansing: You may remove one non-Special Status Effect from yourself or an ally of your choice.
-Denial: You may select one non-Basic Technique known by an opponent. That opponent may not use the selected Technique for three turns. Only two techniques may be affected by Denial at a time.
-Evoke: You sacrifice 10 HP and restore 10 Ki.
-Restoration: You restore 10 HP to yourself and your allies. You may instead choose to restore 5 HP and 5 Ki to yourself and your allies
Touch of Divinity - Once per turn, as a Reactive Bonus Action, you may ignore the offensive benefits of an opponent’s Edge versus you.
Appearance:
"Normal" Form:
Kanun adopts this one using his own skills at shifting his own form, Controlling his body to change it to a large, battle-ready form. In truth, part of this form's look is due to Kanun's need to hold respect in every category, and be looked up to rather than down on. His true form, however...
"True" Form
Is a smaller form, designed both for political favor and to elicit sympathy from most human races, giving off a feel of innocence and vulnerability - much easier to work with and trust. Despite this, Kanun hates her true form, and dislikes showing it to anyone except in the most extreme of circumstances.
Personality:
Kanun is a man who tries to carry himself as excellent, powerful, and lordly. he carries himself as the lord of all he surveys, and loyally follows King Piccolo's orders - it helps they keep him in his station. Kanun's desires are to become stronger and improve himself, and his army, but this is the long-term goal, and it's frankly secondary in some respects.
No, Kanun's real goal, outside of the job he's given, is to live very comfortably, with extravagance, art, wealth, wine, and feasts. He lives as a dark parody of an aristocrat, and it shows in his demeanour.
Kanun will pretend to be charming and amiable like any high-society noble, but this demeanor quickly fades away in combat to that of a grumpy (2 years) old man who has little patience and doesn't enjoy being challenged. He is not as murderous as many other demon clansmen, and adopts a 'dagger hidden until necessary' approach to handling people. While it could be easily said that Kanun dislikes everyone of other races than those of the Demon clan - this does not ring true. Kanun in fact dislikes everybody to varying degrees, and his fellows gain no special treatment - it's just that they're much easier to get things out of, so they're treated nicer, and their company tends to be slightly less unpleasant.
Despite this, Kanun has a strong code of honor, generally doing his best not to betray a deal, which is odd for a member of the demon clan. While irritable, and easily annoyed by mockery or incompetence, has a surprisingly high level of patience for both. Instead of working to simply destroy obstacles in his way, his more patient thought process looks for ways to turn them to his own ends. As a result, duplicity and deceit fill many of his relationships with a lot of faked friendship and confidence, as he often shows under his alias...
Although, who knows? sometimes, in the faintest glimmer of his eyes, occasionally a real emotion can be seen from time to time.
Even so, he remains power-hungry, sadistic, cruel, cunning, and perfectly willing to make sure a worthy foe's end is as slow as earned. for none can stand against the might of Lord Kanun!
History:
Lord Kanun has a very short history, which may have to do with his short life-span. A very young son of King Piccolo's, Kanun was built for not one purpose, but several, building flexibility. As a rule, Kanun was made to be a mix of other 'specialty' breeds that King piccolo had made - ones for deceit and duplicity, ones for strength and power, and ones for strategy and tactical prowess. Kanun's role is to be the closest thing King Piccolo has to a human held close to his chest - he is meant to be able to serve in a flexible fashion, Work towards his own goals under piccolo's rules, and have a reasonable enough personality to work in secret amongst the humans.
All of this combines to make a cunning and intimidating Captain to send out into the field, doing many works to improve the power of his lord, but Lord Kanun's idea was verging dangerously close to Piccolo Junior's own, and so he was also filled with many vices and the strongest evil King Piccolo could present. To that end, Daimao filled him with a strong desire for power, all the vices a Namekian could have, and a hint of cowardice, so that he would not so fearlessly abandon King Piccolo. this was hoped to have the fringe benefit of letting him live through failures and learn from them, for many a demon clan's cockiness had left them smoking on the battlefield at their first error in estimation.
For Lord Kanun, this also meant a lot of education. The other Demons were consistent and taught him a wide variety of things - the same sort of things Piccolo Daimao himself was expected to know, and then some, like etiquette and culture. the Demons he worked with were, of course, Jealous, and more than one wished they could be rid of this cocky runt that already carried himself so very surely around everyone. This merely fed Lord Kanun's ego. Though his brutish appearance, so very different from Daimao's, and lack of innate power level still definitely marked him as quite the far cry from the likes of Piccolo Junior, it seemed he might grow into a leader among his people if allowed to reach proper maturity, and Kanun knew it.
This started to go wrong the moment he met his very first subordinate, a being specifically built by King Piccolo to be a creature of power... as well as a constant irritation that would serve to test his patience and ability to handle others.
Thus, Bongo-bongo was made. a perfect, stupid subordinate with terrifying power... coupled with a slow brain. Kanun's quick rise was making headway amongst his fellows, for he had learned much of strength, politics, tactics, and even magic, finding that the raw power of magical force and namekian soldiers were by far the more preferable weapons to the brutish punching and blasting of his fellows. That was, until he was tasked with the 'perfect subordinate'
As quickly as he rose, Kanun's stocks quickly fell, as the idiot made his presence known. Bongo-bongo was an incredibly powerful soldier... but he was also often absent-minded, lazy, dim-witted, slovenly, and clumsy. his edlritch powers and suaveness quickly fell apart with the glorified baby-sitting job weighing him down - no member of the Demon clan wanted to associate with Kanun whilst this was happening...
For a while, Kanun cursed bongo-bongo, for his impudence and foolishness. His nice home was quickly vacated, he found himself running out of coin - for even the demon clans expected money, regardless of who your father is, and he found himself nearly destitute...
The thought vexed him, and yet, something occurred to the cunning Demon. Yes, perhaps he was at his lowest, but... he had options, from here. His name and garb were not known, his hold could be private, and his companion, bongo-bongo, was not clearly namek in origin, nor was he clearly a demon clansmen. He could simply explain him away as a monster, like many on the world, with his deformed appearance. as for him...? Hiding an antennae under a cloth wrapping was not a new concept.
It may have vexed him to lose everything, but if his free lunch was over, then he was determined to grab hold of the world and shake it down for all the riches it was worth.
RP Sample: It was cold, walking through the freezing northlands.Kanun's flamboyant garb certainly looked impressive - purple and gold robes with just the right amount of velvety red that gave him a noble look only Demons of hisstation coule properly pull off - it turned out that having a body mostly composed of water in the freezing cold becomes much more problematic when you have no access to internal heating.
Kanun remembered, sadly, his house from not too long ago. A roaring fire was set underneath the floor, and braziers filled with incense and wood gave a lovely warmth that made the chill of vintage wine that much tastier. The people were made tolerable by the presence of alcohol in his bloodstream and the smell of delicious fragrances in the air, along with the leaves gently burning within his hookah.
Now, he set out with naught a single thing to burn away the painful clarity of mundane existence, without a soul to slay or a thing to learn. Just more snow and cold and blizzard for miles on end.
The truly aggravating thing was none of this, of course. Kanun could handle discomfort, even if he did not like it, when he had a goal in mind. Kanun was able to place the pain and chill in a different part of himself, and focus hard….
And yet, the happy singing of his barely-clothed companion filled the fires of Kanun’s heart with a hatred like nothing else could.
His strongest serviceman, Bongo-Bongo the Terrible. He was supposedly named for his fearsome strength by their father. Kanun felt it was more of just a general judge of his character. Everything from his off-key singing, to his constant nose-picking, to the stomping that made any attempt at stealth near-impossible.
But mostly, what he hated was the fact that temperatures like this apparently didn’t even Breach the Boorish Buffoon’s Belly-fat, even though Kanun could feel every bit of ice slowly forming on his nose.
He was happy even as Kanun was miserable, and as Bongo-bongo’s lord and master, this was a harsh failing of the natural order of things…
“Kamun!” The creature’s voice cut through, as they rounded the corner on this mountain trail.
“What, Bongo?! Kanun snapped back.
“...Why we walking?”
“Because we have places to be.”
“...We do?”
Kanun pressed a pair of fingers to his temple and sighed.
“Bongo, you blithering idiot, does your memory not extend even six hours!?” The Namekian shouted to the giant.
“...Oh! Six hours ago…”
Kanun stood back, waiting. “...Yes.”
“Six hours ago…”
“Come on, fool, use that egg-sized brain of yours and focus.”
“...Six hours ago I ate deer! Hahahahaha!” Bongo added with a laugh, giving his belly a slap and then rubbing it with a nauseating enthusiasm that crushed Kanun’s love of life at it’s very core.
“Grahhhh! Why did I expect anything different!” Kanun shot back. “Hopefully you’ll find it easier to remember my instructions after we’ve entered the town, and you’ve assumed your cover story.”
“Right, stover cory-”
“cover story. Remember. We’re a normal travelling pair of earthlings. Your mother and father were of the monster race. I am a large, burly male of the Beastman race.” Kanun would add, chuckling to themselves even as they spoke. Fools, all of them. Within his transformed state, it might have been easier to simply turn into a human, but shapeshifting was easily found out if it was known by the right people. Certainly, Kanun wouldn’t want to be found out because “he” relied too much on magic.
After all, there was already a layer of deception going on here. It would be difficult to explain any shapeshifting he did if people saw him switch through his real form. That was a secret no one - friends, enemies, or otherwise - could ever learn.
Luckily, that was the one thing Kanun had ever told Bongo that he had actually taken to heart in their entire forced partnership: Keeping the Namekian Lord’s true identity hidden. Kanun supposed if any of his decrees were to be kept to by BongoBongo… that was probably the best option.
Unfortunately, the dull creature was already disobeying several others by standing slack-jawed and drooling.
“Bongo! Show some basic decorum and close your mouth! Are you a mewling infant?” Kanun snapped. For god’s sakes, the Ogre-like Namekian was eight months old, and had shown no signs of improving his disgusting behavior. He was far too old for this sort of thing to get by without a reprimand-
Turning to see what BongoBongo had seen, however, Kanun was greeted with a surprise.
Humans, not far off. A small, travelling group.
Kanun grinned, as his hands suddenly came to his arms, Grasping them as he began shivering on command, a grin forming on his cave as he gave a look to BongoBongo.
“...Please! I beg you, please help! We’re… We’re freezing to death out here!” Kanun called out with perfectly timed sympathy.
It was time to get his ride into civilization… into the world oh humanity.
Referred by: It me, Vayle! I'm simply wearing a Namekian costume!
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: Morph
Technique Slots: 4/5
Species: Namekian
Age: 2
Gender: Namekian
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 15
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 10
Resilience: 5
Accuracy: 1d100+15/ 1d100+0
Defense: 35
HP: 40
KI: 100
DR: 4
Class: Mystic
Racial Trait: Namekian - you regain 2 HP at the start of the turn.
Effort Points:
Zeni: 1000 Zeni (You start with 1000 Zeni)
Mastery Points: 2/2 (You start with 2 mastery points which can be used to purchase masteries or banked for later use.)
Traits: N/A
Class Features: Mysticism - You begin every thread with 5 Arcane Points(AP) and may spend them At-Will for the following effects:
-Abjure: You gain one additional Bonus Action on this turn- this Bonus Action may only be used to perform Reactive Defensive Techniques.
-Cleansing: You may remove one non-Special Status Effect from yourself or an ally of your choice.
-Denial: You may select one non-Basic Technique known by an opponent. That opponent may not use the selected Technique for three turns. Only two techniques may be affected by Denial at a time.
-Evoke: You sacrifice 10 HP and restore 10 Ki.
-Restoration: You restore 10 HP to yourself and your allies. You may instead choose to restore 5 HP and 5 Ki to yourself and your allies
Touch of Divinity - Once per turn, as a Reactive Bonus Action, you may ignore the offensive benefits of an opponent’s Edge versus you.
Appearance:
"Normal" Form:
Kanun adopts this one using his own skills at shifting his own form, Controlling his body to change it to a large, battle-ready form. In truth, part of this form's look is due to Kanun's need to hold respect in every category, and be looked up to rather than down on. His true form, however...
"True" Form
Is a smaller form, designed both for political favor and to elicit sympathy from most human races, giving off a feel of innocence and vulnerability - much easier to work with and trust. Despite this, Kanun hates her true form, and dislikes showing it to anyone except in the most extreme of circumstances.
Personality:
Kanun is a man who tries to carry himself as excellent, powerful, and lordly. he carries himself as the lord of all he surveys, and loyally follows King Piccolo's orders - it helps they keep him in his station. Kanun's desires are to become stronger and improve himself, and his army, but this is the long-term goal, and it's frankly secondary in some respects.
No, Kanun's real goal, outside of the job he's given, is to live very comfortably, with extravagance, art, wealth, wine, and feasts. He lives as a dark parody of an aristocrat, and it shows in his demeanour.
Kanun will pretend to be charming and amiable like any high-society noble, but this demeanor quickly fades away in combat to that of a grumpy (2 years) old man who has little patience and doesn't enjoy being challenged. He is not as murderous as many other demon clansmen, and adopts a 'dagger hidden until necessary' approach to handling people. While it could be easily said that Kanun dislikes everyone of other races than those of the Demon clan - this does not ring true. Kanun in fact dislikes everybody to varying degrees, and his fellows gain no special treatment - it's just that they're much easier to get things out of, so they're treated nicer, and their company tends to be slightly less unpleasant.
Despite this, Kanun has a strong code of honor, generally doing his best not to betray a deal, which is odd for a member of the demon clan. While irritable, and easily annoyed by mockery or incompetence, has a surprisingly high level of patience for both. Instead of working to simply destroy obstacles in his way, his more patient thought process looks for ways to turn them to his own ends. As a result, duplicity and deceit fill many of his relationships with a lot of faked friendship and confidence, as he often shows under his alias...
Although, who knows? sometimes, in the faintest glimmer of his eyes, occasionally a real emotion can be seen from time to time.
Even so, he remains power-hungry, sadistic, cruel, cunning, and perfectly willing to make sure a worthy foe's end is as slow as earned. for none can stand against the might of Lord Kanun!
History:
Lord Kanun has a very short history, which may have to do with his short life-span. A very young son of King Piccolo's, Kanun was built for not one purpose, but several, building flexibility. As a rule, Kanun was made to be a mix of other 'specialty' breeds that King piccolo had made - ones for deceit and duplicity, ones for strength and power, and ones for strategy and tactical prowess. Kanun's role is to be the closest thing King Piccolo has to a human held close to his chest - he is meant to be able to serve in a flexible fashion, Work towards his own goals under piccolo's rules, and have a reasonable enough personality to work in secret amongst the humans.
All of this combines to make a cunning and intimidating Captain to send out into the field, doing many works to improve the power of his lord, but Lord Kanun's idea was verging dangerously close to Piccolo Junior's own, and so he was also filled with many vices and the strongest evil King Piccolo could present. To that end, Daimao filled him with a strong desire for power, all the vices a Namekian could have, and a hint of cowardice, so that he would not so fearlessly abandon King Piccolo. this was hoped to have the fringe benefit of letting him live through failures and learn from them, for many a demon clan's cockiness had left them smoking on the battlefield at their first error in estimation.
For Lord Kanun, this also meant a lot of education. The other Demons were consistent and taught him a wide variety of things - the same sort of things Piccolo Daimao himself was expected to know, and then some, like etiquette and culture. the Demons he worked with were, of course, Jealous, and more than one wished they could be rid of this cocky runt that already carried himself so very surely around everyone. This merely fed Lord Kanun's ego. Though his brutish appearance, so very different from Daimao's, and lack of innate power level still definitely marked him as quite the far cry from the likes of Piccolo Junior, it seemed he might grow into a leader among his people if allowed to reach proper maturity, and Kanun knew it.
This started to go wrong the moment he met his very first subordinate, a being specifically built by King Piccolo to be a creature of power... as well as a constant irritation that would serve to test his patience and ability to handle others.
Thus, Bongo-bongo was made. a perfect, stupid subordinate with terrifying power... coupled with a slow brain. Kanun's quick rise was making headway amongst his fellows, for he had learned much of strength, politics, tactics, and even magic, finding that the raw power of magical force and namekian soldiers were by far the more preferable weapons to the brutish punching and blasting of his fellows. That was, until he was tasked with the 'perfect subordinate'
As quickly as he rose, Kanun's stocks quickly fell, as the idiot made his presence known. Bongo-bongo was an incredibly powerful soldier... but he was also often absent-minded, lazy, dim-witted, slovenly, and clumsy. his edlritch powers and suaveness quickly fell apart with the glorified baby-sitting job weighing him down - no member of the Demon clan wanted to associate with Kanun whilst this was happening...
For a while, Kanun cursed bongo-bongo, for his impudence and foolishness. His nice home was quickly vacated, he found himself running out of coin - for even the demon clans expected money, regardless of who your father is, and he found himself nearly destitute...
The thought vexed him, and yet, something occurred to the cunning Demon. Yes, perhaps he was at his lowest, but... he had options, from here. His name and garb were not known, his hold could be private, and his companion, bongo-bongo, was not clearly namek in origin, nor was he clearly a demon clansmen. He could simply explain him away as a monster, like many on the world, with his deformed appearance. as for him...? Hiding an antennae under a cloth wrapping was not a new concept.
It may have vexed him to lose everything, but if his free lunch was over, then he was determined to grab hold of the world and shake it down for all the riches it was worth.
RP Sample: It was cold, walking through the freezing northlands.Kanun's flamboyant garb certainly looked impressive - purple and gold robes with just the right amount of velvety red that gave him a noble look only Demons of hisstation coule properly pull off - it turned out that having a body mostly composed of water in the freezing cold becomes much more problematic when you have no access to internal heating.
Kanun remembered, sadly, his house from not too long ago. A roaring fire was set underneath the floor, and braziers filled with incense and wood gave a lovely warmth that made the chill of vintage wine that much tastier. The people were made tolerable by the presence of alcohol in his bloodstream and the smell of delicious fragrances in the air, along with the leaves gently burning within his hookah.
Now, he set out with naught a single thing to burn away the painful clarity of mundane existence, without a soul to slay or a thing to learn. Just more snow and cold and blizzard for miles on end.
The truly aggravating thing was none of this, of course. Kanun could handle discomfort, even if he did not like it, when he had a goal in mind. Kanun was able to place the pain and chill in a different part of himself, and focus hard….
And yet, the happy singing of his barely-clothed companion filled the fires of Kanun’s heart with a hatred like nothing else could.
His strongest serviceman, Bongo-Bongo the Terrible. He was supposedly named for his fearsome strength by their father. Kanun felt it was more of just a general judge of his character. Everything from his off-key singing, to his constant nose-picking, to the stomping that made any attempt at stealth near-impossible.
But mostly, what he hated was the fact that temperatures like this apparently didn’t even Breach the Boorish Buffoon’s Belly-fat, even though Kanun could feel every bit of ice slowly forming on his nose.
He was happy even as Kanun was miserable, and as Bongo-bongo’s lord and master, this was a harsh failing of the natural order of things…
“Kamun!” The creature’s voice cut through, as they rounded the corner on this mountain trail.
“What, Bongo?! Kanun snapped back.
“...Why we walking?”
“Because we have places to be.”
“...We do?”
Kanun pressed a pair of fingers to his temple and sighed.
“Bongo, you blithering idiot, does your memory not extend even six hours!?” The Namekian shouted to the giant.
“...Oh! Six hours ago…”
Kanun stood back, waiting. “...Yes.”
“Six hours ago…”
“Come on, fool, use that egg-sized brain of yours and focus.”
“...Six hours ago I ate deer! Hahahahaha!” Bongo added with a laugh, giving his belly a slap and then rubbing it with a nauseating enthusiasm that crushed Kanun’s love of life at it’s very core.
“Grahhhh! Why did I expect anything different!” Kanun shot back. “Hopefully you’ll find it easier to remember my instructions after we’ve entered the town, and you’ve assumed your cover story.”
“Right, stover cory-”
“cover story. Remember. We’re a normal travelling pair of earthlings. Your mother and father were of the monster race. I am a large, burly male of the Beastman race.” Kanun would add, chuckling to themselves even as they spoke. Fools, all of them. Within his transformed state, it might have been easier to simply turn into a human, but shapeshifting was easily found out if it was known by the right people. Certainly, Kanun wouldn’t want to be found out because “he” relied too much on magic.
After all, there was already a layer of deception going on here. It would be difficult to explain any shapeshifting he did if people saw him switch through his real form. That was a secret no one - friends, enemies, or otherwise - could ever learn.
Luckily, that was the one thing Kanun had ever told Bongo that he had actually taken to heart in their entire forced partnership: Keeping the Namekian Lord’s true identity hidden. Kanun supposed if any of his decrees were to be kept to by BongoBongo… that was probably the best option.
Unfortunately, the dull creature was already disobeying several others by standing slack-jawed and drooling.
“Bongo! Show some basic decorum and close your mouth! Are you a mewling infant?” Kanun snapped. For god’s sakes, the Ogre-like Namekian was eight months old, and had shown no signs of improving his disgusting behavior. He was far too old for this sort of thing to get by without a reprimand-
Turning to see what BongoBongo had seen, however, Kanun was greeted with a surprise.
Humans, not far off. A small, travelling group.
Kanun grinned, as his hands suddenly came to his arms, Grasping them as he began shivering on command, a grin forming on his cave as he gave a look to BongoBongo.
“...Please! I beg you, please help! We’re… We’re freezing to death out here!” Kanun called out with perfectly timed sympathy.
It was time to get his ride into civilization… into the world oh humanity.
Referred by: It me, Vayle! I'm simply wearing a Namekian costume!
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen: Morph
Technique Slots: 4/5