Post by Illantros on Sept 20, 2019 17:00:29 GMT -8
Name: Illantros
Species: Saiyan/Android Hybrid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 25
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 15
Resilience: 20
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Stat)+5 (Class)/1d100+10(Stat) +5 (Class)
Defense: 40+15(Stat)= 55
HP: 50+20(Stat)= 70
KI: 100
DR: 1
Class: Prodigy
Racial Trait: Infinite Core Type
Effort Points: 0
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points: 0/6
Traits: N/A
Class Features:
Level 0
Unrivaled Potential - You begin play with all Enhanced Basic Techniques.
Genius - Your Skills are no longer restricted by the natural 50 cap.
Appearance:
Illantros is far from grandiose or impressive in any sense of the word. In fact, the pale youth looks rather sickly and weak. Gaunt faced and rawboned to an almost worrying degree his physique borders on emaciated. Lithe and tall he stands out in a crowd at 6'3". Due to Truffle experimentation his back is a disorderly mess of scars . What distinguishes him from a normal Saiyan is a third eye, not a true one but a voltaic projection created by an unknown interaction between his ki and ambient bio-electrical field though it only appears while using his Ki. Even his Saiyan tail seems a bit more than and long than average, the brown a darker shade than usual. Beyond all this he projects a particular aura of innocence and naivete, not quite experienced, almost lost in a sense. But he holds himself with purpose and confidence. Each motion calm and calculated and delicate. His entire being gentle yet measured.
Personality: Constantly beaten down by adversity and hardship one would expect Illantros to be a miserable individual. For a time, he was. Wholly engulfed by ennui he was once a listless vagabond living each day just to survive. Quiet, reclusive, almost lifeless in his day to day routine. A most pitiful creature if ever there was one. But then he found purpose, he found potential, Illantros saw the greater scope of life and decided to pursue it. As vibrant as any soul and fiercely determined Illantros is a blank slate that's slowly being painted upon, a young man forging his destiny. With a spotty memory and slaphappy way of doing things Illantros is certainly a willful young man that does as he pleases. Eager to experience everything he can and find one true drive and passion in life, determination beyond all else. Though naïve is another perfect word to describe Illantros, due to his lacking memory there is much he has no knowledge of, giving him a childlike sense of wonder at every new thing he learns and person he meets. Certainly lacks common sense because of this. A perfect example of his lacking knowledge, Illantros does not even know he is a Saiyan! The young man so content in finding a purpose has forgotten to even suss out what he is.
History: Memory is a fickle thing, as trustworthy as a storyteller. Several people witnessing the same event will all have different memories of how it played out. Those memories will even change over time, fading and growing misshapen. For Illantros, he has no memory at all of his life before living in the slums of South City. But that does not mean his life is without a story. An orphan, a Saiyan child with neither mother or father and not even a home of his own. A slave among people of every race, lorded over by a race that strives for superiority and control. Illantros grew up as one of the countless Saiyans enslaved by the Tuffles and experimented on, a generation of warriors used as livestock for gene splicing and horrific scientific breakthroughs. Truly a Hell beneath the surface world. In this hell Illantros was useless. Weaker than all the other Saiyans, no gifts or skills or talents of his own, barely even a will to live. All the pain and hardship and heartache had broken this young Saiyan into nothing but a husk. Each experiment more grueling than the last, the Tuffles sought to unlock the mystery behind the power of the Saiyan race, natural born warriors. Yet Illantros was the most pathetic and worthless of all their test subjects, no latent power would show itself and they could not even force his body to grow in strength even if they artificially implanted him with an energy core! A certified failure. A blank face that responded to neither torment or pain or hardship.
Never had Illantros known love, compassion, friendship, or kindness. Even among the slaves he was an outcast, a freak, a foil for abuse and humiliation. Veritably, a body without a soul as nothing caused any sort of stir from him. So lifeless he may as well have been dead.
A theory arose among some of the Tuffle scientists, they've seen the growth of Saiyan power under their dehumanizing rule but they had little data on the development of Saiyans above ground. Worthless assets were often culled as to no longer expend resources, so they devised a new experiment for Illantros. Life above ground, secretly monitored and tracked. This is where Illantros' story truly begins, with his memory erased the husk of a boy was released above ground. Destitute and alone Illantros woke up for the first time in his whole life, and the world was so bright and brilliant he couldn't believe it. The only thing he knew was his own name and that he had nothing. Instincts took over and he knew he needed to survive, yet a great sense of dread came about as he didn't quite know how to survive. His surroundings were strange, giant stone pillars and people galore of all types, metal machinations that moved as if by magic. Some blanks were already filled in but there was just so much blankness in his mind it was overwhelming to observe it all. The poor boy couldn't even read let alone comprehend what all was around him. South City was his home and he didn't even know its name. Life became a blur at that point, trying to find a foothold in the world around him Illantros was swept away by a wave of despair and hopelessness like so many others who lived homeless in South City. When it seemed he was doomed to become the same person he was as a slave, Illantros found something strange. A school of men and women fighting each other, not with the intent to harm but to train and develop. To grow. Although he dared not approach but he watched and he learned.
Each day Illantros made it a point to watch the way they moved, the incredible things they did, what they could achieve through their own effort. Then it dawned on him, everyone had potential, all the people around him who passed him by had an endless well of potential! It seemed to him, they all had purpose as well. Illantros felt something click inside of him, as if his heart had started for the first time in his life. It was decided then and there he would develop himself, explore his potential, and find his purpose. Soon Illantros began to mimic the martial artists as he watched them from afar, and he excelled. It was exhilarating, his heart was soaring, and he finally felt alive, even after a lifetime of forgotten hardship. Although his memories were faded and he had no home, Illantros found himself eagerly learning and evolving, no longer a nonperson but a wellspring of limitless potential. Despite squalid conditions and a homeless life he grew and developed as a fighter, a stepping stone in becoming who he was always meant to be. Someone, something great. Finally a successful experiment, even if he didn't know it. Now Illantros sets out to live life and develop, to find a purpose to cling to and achieve with all his might.
RP Sample: Each day was different from the last, a gift without limit that one must make their own. Every small kindness or bit of luck a joyous event. Dressed in rags and just a smatter of dirt he would look almost indistinguishable from the other unfortunates of South City. If only he didn't shine so brightly. Illantros always had a glow about him and a smile, his stride was one of purpose. Even if it was stealing away from the local restaurants garbage for dinner or taking a quick bath in the local lake he enjoyed life despite his low station. Though despite his determination the young man still had yet to learn how to read, instead he was wholly focused on his motion and fighting. Each day it felt as if he rose higher than the last, each step forward a new spurt of energy driving him one. Today was bright and gorgeous in South City, and Illantros couldn't be happier.
Although he could not find breakfast for the day that did not put a damper on him, in fact it seemed there was very little that could darken his mood. Never did he beg and never did he steal that which wasn't thrown out or discarded, Illantros worked towards not just surviving but thriving. Early in the morning he had finished his training, and today it seemed he had taken to exploring. Through the endless alleyways and secret little tunnels only those of the homeless variety knew of he enjoyed a day of leisurely strolling and discovering. Although most of the others of his station were reclusive or hostile, there were some who would accept a friendly wave and a smile from the tall, starving, scarred Saiyan. Yet even among them he was odd, too young to be so destitute and certainly too gorgeous as to be unloved. Many chalked his sudden appearance up to him being a youth trying to experience the dredges of life and live among them to spite some figure of authority. Others bothered to hear his story and pin him as a low-tier maniac who had escaped a godforsaken mental hospital.
But it was a good day. The people of the alleys slowly began to fade until there was no one. His walk took him deeper into the city than he had ever been, to places he had never seen before. Each foot fall echoed off brick buildings that blocked the sun like great monoliths to forgotten Gods of capitalism and modernity. Yet he continued to walk in wonder and awe, amazed by the places he had never seen before and the quiet that seemed to take hold of this place. Until he fell. One moment he had been staring at the sky, the next moment half of Illantros' face was in a grey puddle as his hazy vision tried to focus on the cold painted brick across from him... It had been a while since he had last eaten. Clean water wasn't too hard to come by, but relatively 'clean' and fresh food was a bit more difficult. Illantros never pushed past those like himself or asserted himself above them, he was simply too scatterbrained or distracted to remember the time of day restaurants rid themselves of last night's wasted food. For the last two and a half days he had been running on scraps of food and now it caught up with him. A few ragged breaths and a shaky sigh later his fuzzy vision normalized and he felt well enough to stand up. Shaky on his feet Illantros was soon leaned against that cool brick wall catching his breath. Only to sit back down and take another breather.
Each breath was slow and even, his eyes closed and face turned towards the blocked out sky. Today was still a good day. Sure he walked a bit too far and pushed himself on a monumentally empty stomach. But that never stopped Illantros from training, it never slowed his efforts or hindered him. Suddenly everything was cold and Illantros opened his eyes, what once was a gorgeous sunny day was now a cool and quiet night. The youth couldn't help but chuckle as he realized he passed out. Despite not having a proper meal he felt much better and slowly began to rise. Until something stopped him in his tracks. A soft orange glow, a sliver of orange light so faint it was impossible to see during the day. Though at night in this alley dark as sin, it was a beacon. Illantros forgot his hunger as this orange light became all encompassing, slowly he stepped towards it and bent down. Hidden beneath a sodden newspaper, buried in the slowly decaying foundation of the brick highrise he found a sliver of orange radiance. A light that reminded him of the sun. Forgotten among the refuse and destitute, just like himself. Long, slender fingers graze the glowing sliver of twilight and Illantros feels as if he was struck by lightning.
Power, raw unbridled potential contained in a shard no larger than his palm. A shard of power so vibrant it almost hurt to hold it, Illantros was amazed that something so magnificent could be found in such a sad place. Then a tear came to his eye, this broken bit of power reminded him of himself. Alone and lost, yet full of potential and promise. Perhaps he was hallucinating from the hunger or this all was just a dream but this shard spoke to him, Illantros was destined to find it. It seemed the shard even held something with in, two points of orange darker than the rest, as if the points of a star. A sliver was powerful, but whatever it was broken from was of such raw potential he couldn't even imagine it! All the hunger and weakness from before was forgotten, Illantros could feel the shard pushing him forward, beckoning to be used and developed into something more. Another goal alongside his training. The smile that spread across his pale face was so brilliant it matched the glowing orange shard, his heart beat with the pulsing orange light and he felt ready to tackle the world with a renewed vigor! Tucked away in a pocket the shard continued to pulse with a hypnotic rhythm, while Illantros set off to find food.
The morning came quickly, it seemed he had slept more than just the day away. With his mind focused and sharpened Illantros was the first through the restaurant district and his belly filled, the rising sun went well with a day old bagel. Each golden and orange beam of radiance over the horizon reminded him of the shard of power, the bit of divinity he held in his pocket. An already chipper and determined attitude was emboldened and Illantros found himself emboldened for his journey ahead, determined now more than ever to set out and reach the absolute limits of his potential and go beyond them. Eager to find his purpose. Today was a new day and it was even more beautiful and brilliant than the day before. Illantros' training felt more rewarding than before as he mimicked the students of the school, his motions more determined and back with such power he was surprised with himself! Perhaps it was the breakfast, or his more than normally heightened mood, maybe it was the shard of pure power in his pocket. Whatever it was, the young man felt ready to tackle the world and everything it had to offer.
A new journey was begging for his attention, Illantros could feel his heart pushing him to finally make a big leap of faith. Although he couldn't read the world had more work and jobs to offer than just ones an educated person could fulfill. Confident in his skill yet excited to learn and grow ever further, he set out to find work and meet new people! Although routine was nice, breaking that routine would lead to such boundless change and opportunity. Illantros felt he had learned everything he could from mimicking the students of the school, now it was time to find out what he could learn on his own.
Referred by: Bass/TIDEPOOL
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:
Mitsudo Fist
Despite his lithe frame Illantros is able to put an impressive amount of weight behind this strike. Through extremely fine Ki manipulation Illantros has developed a fighting style where he can focus his ki into a hyper condensed point and then release it through a physical strike, making for a blow of incredibly overwhelming and 'heavy' power.
Type: Physical, Melee, Single
Action: Standard Action
Base Damage: 3d10
Major Effect: Bashing
Minor Effect: Immobilizing
Cost: 15 ki
Ranks: Mitsudo Fist has a maximum of 3 ranks and begins at rank 1. Rank 2 may be purchased for 3 MP and gives a +5 Accuracy and +2 Damage bonus; Rank 3 may be purchased for 5 MP and gives a +10 Accuracy and +4 Damage bonus. Ranks do not stack with each other.
Learn: Rank 1 is automatically learned from Starter Technique. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 3 and 5 MP respectively
Technique Slots: 4/5
Species: Saiyan/Android Hybrid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 25
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 15
Resilience: 20
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Stat)+5 (Class)/1d100+10(Stat) +5 (Class)
Defense: 40+15(Stat)= 55
HP: 50+20(Stat)= 70
KI: 100
DR: 1
Class: Prodigy
Racial Trait: Infinite Core Type
Effort Points: 0
Zeni: 1000 Zeni
Mastery Points: 0/6
Traits: N/A
Class Features:
Level 0
Unrivaled Potential - You begin play with all Enhanced Basic Techniques.
Genius - Your Skills are no longer restricted by the natural 50 cap.
Appearance:
Illantros is far from grandiose or impressive in any sense of the word. In fact, the pale youth looks rather sickly and weak. Gaunt faced and rawboned to an almost worrying degree his physique borders on emaciated. Lithe and tall he stands out in a crowd at 6'3". Due to Truffle experimentation his back is a disorderly mess of scars . What distinguishes him from a normal Saiyan is a third eye, not a true one but a voltaic projection created by an unknown interaction between his ki and ambient bio-electrical field though it only appears while using his Ki. Even his Saiyan tail seems a bit more than and long than average, the brown a darker shade than usual. Beyond all this he projects a particular aura of innocence and naivete, not quite experienced, almost lost in a sense. But he holds himself with purpose and confidence. Each motion calm and calculated and delicate. His entire being gentle yet measured.
Personality: Constantly beaten down by adversity and hardship one would expect Illantros to be a miserable individual. For a time, he was. Wholly engulfed by ennui he was once a listless vagabond living each day just to survive. Quiet, reclusive, almost lifeless in his day to day routine. A most pitiful creature if ever there was one. But then he found purpose, he found potential, Illantros saw the greater scope of life and decided to pursue it. As vibrant as any soul and fiercely determined Illantros is a blank slate that's slowly being painted upon, a young man forging his destiny. With a spotty memory and slaphappy way of doing things Illantros is certainly a willful young man that does as he pleases. Eager to experience everything he can and find one true drive and passion in life, determination beyond all else. Though naïve is another perfect word to describe Illantros, due to his lacking memory there is much he has no knowledge of, giving him a childlike sense of wonder at every new thing he learns and person he meets. Certainly lacks common sense because of this. A perfect example of his lacking knowledge, Illantros does not even know he is a Saiyan! The young man so content in finding a purpose has forgotten to even suss out what he is.
History: Memory is a fickle thing, as trustworthy as a storyteller. Several people witnessing the same event will all have different memories of how it played out. Those memories will even change over time, fading and growing misshapen. For Illantros, he has no memory at all of his life before living in the slums of South City. But that does not mean his life is without a story. An orphan, a Saiyan child with neither mother or father and not even a home of his own. A slave among people of every race, lorded over by a race that strives for superiority and control. Illantros grew up as one of the countless Saiyans enslaved by the Tuffles and experimented on, a generation of warriors used as livestock for gene splicing and horrific scientific breakthroughs. Truly a Hell beneath the surface world. In this hell Illantros was useless. Weaker than all the other Saiyans, no gifts or skills or talents of his own, barely even a will to live. All the pain and hardship and heartache had broken this young Saiyan into nothing but a husk. Each experiment more grueling than the last, the Tuffles sought to unlock the mystery behind the power of the Saiyan race, natural born warriors. Yet Illantros was the most pathetic and worthless of all their test subjects, no latent power would show itself and they could not even force his body to grow in strength even if they artificially implanted him with an energy core! A certified failure. A blank face that responded to neither torment or pain or hardship.
Never had Illantros known love, compassion, friendship, or kindness. Even among the slaves he was an outcast, a freak, a foil for abuse and humiliation. Veritably, a body without a soul as nothing caused any sort of stir from him. So lifeless he may as well have been dead.
A theory arose among some of the Tuffle scientists, they've seen the growth of Saiyan power under their dehumanizing rule but they had little data on the development of Saiyans above ground. Worthless assets were often culled as to no longer expend resources, so they devised a new experiment for Illantros. Life above ground, secretly monitored and tracked. This is where Illantros' story truly begins, with his memory erased the husk of a boy was released above ground. Destitute and alone Illantros woke up for the first time in his whole life, and the world was so bright and brilliant he couldn't believe it. The only thing he knew was his own name and that he had nothing. Instincts took over and he knew he needed to survive, yet a great sense of dread came about as he didn't quite know how to survive. His surroundings were strange, giant stone pillars and people galore of all types, metal machinations that moved as if by magic. Some blanks were already filled in but there was just so much blankness in his mind it was overwhelming to observe it all. The poor boy couldn't even read let alone comprehend what all was around him. South City was his home and he didn't even know its name. Life became a blur at that point, trying to find a foothold in the world around him Illantros was swept away by a wave of despair and hopelessness like so many others who lived homeless in South City. When it seemed he was doomed to become the same person he was as a slave, Illantros found something strange. A school of men and women fighting each other, not with the intent to harm but to train and develop. To grow. Although he dared not approach but he watched and he learned.
Each day Illantros made it a point to watch the way they moved, the incredible things they did, what they could achieve through their own effort. Then it dawned on him, everyone had potential, all the people around him who passed him by had an endless well of potential! It seemed to him, they all had purpose as well. Illantros felt something click inside of him, as if his heart had started for the first time in his life. It was decided then and there he would develop himself, explore his potential, and find his purpose. Soon Illantros began to mimic the martial artists as he watched them from afar, and he excelled. It was exhilarating, his heart was soaring, and he finally felt alive, even after a lifetime of forgotten hardship. Although his memories were faded and he had no home, Illantros found himself eagerly learning and evolving, no longer a nonperson but a wellspring of limitless potential. Despite squalid conditions and a homeless life he grew and developed as a fighter, a stepping stone in becoming who he was always meant to be. Someone, something great. Finally a successful experiment, even if he didn't know it. Now Illantros sets out to live life and develop, to find a purpose to cling to and achieve with all his might.
RP Sample: Each day was different from the last, a gift without limit that one must make their own. Every small kindness or bit of luck a joyous event. Dressed in rags and just a smatter of dirt he would look almost indistinguishable from the other unfortunates of South City. If only he didn't shine so brightly. Illantros always had a glow about him and a smile, his stride was one of purpose. Even if it was stealing away from the local restaurants garbage for dinner or taking a quick bath in the local lake he enjoyed life despite his low station. Though despite his determination the young man still had yet to learn how to read, instead he was wholly focused on his motion and fighting. Each day it felt as if he rose higher than the last, each step forward a new spurt of energy driving him one. Today was bright and gorgeous in South City, and Illantros couldn't be happier.
Although he could not find breakfast for the day that did not put a damper on him, in fact it seemed there was very little that could darken his mood. Never did he beg and never did he steal that which wasn't thrown out or discarded, Illantros worked towards not just surviving but thriving. Early in the morning he had finished his training, and today it seemed he had taken to exploring. Through the endless alleyways and secret little tunnels only those of the homeless variety knew of he enjoyed a day of leisurely strolling and discovering. Although most of the others of his station were reclusive or hostile, there were some who would accept a friendly wave and a smile from the tall, starving, scarred Saiyan. Yet even among them he was odd, too young to be so destitute and certainly too gorgeous as to be unloved. Many chalked his sudden appearance up to him being a youth trying to experience the dredges of life and live among them to spite some figure of authority. Others bothered to hear his story and pin him as a low-tier maniac who had escaped a godforsaken mental hospital.
But it was a good day. The people of the alleys slowly began to fade until there was no one. His walk took him deeper into the city than he had ever been, to places he had never seen before. Each foot fall echoed off brick buildings that blocked the sun like great monoliths to forgotten Gods of capitalism and modernity. Yet he continued to walk in wonder and awe, amazed by the places he had never seen before and the quiet that seemed to take hold of this place. Until he fell. One moment he had been staring at the sky, the next moment half of Illantros' face was in a grey puddle as his hazy vision tried to focus on the cold painted brick across from him... It had been a while since he had last eaten. Clean water wasn't too hard to come by, but relatively 'clean' and fresh food was a bit more difficult. Illantros never pushed past those like himself or asserted himself above them, he was simply too scatterbrained or distracted to remember the time of day restaurants rid themselves of last night's wasted food. For the last two and a half days he had been running on scraps of food and now it caught up with him. A few ragged breaths and a shaky sigh later his fuzzy vision normalized and he felt well enough to stand up. Shaky on his feet Illantros was soon leaned against that cool brick wall catching his breath. Only to sit back down and take another breather.
Each breath was slow and even, his eyes closed and face turned towards the blocked out sky. Today was still a good day. Sure he walked a bit too far and pushed himself on a monumentally empty stomach. But that never stopped Illantros from training, it never slowed his efforts or hindered him. Suddenly everything was cold and Illantros opened his eyes, what once was a gorgeous sunny day was now a cool and quiet night. The youth couldn't help but chuckle as he realized he passed out. Despite not having a proper meal he felt much better and slowly began to rise. Until something stopped him in his tracks. A soft orange glow, a sliver of orange light so faint it was impossible to see during the day. Though at night in this alley dark as sin, it was a beacon. Illantros forgot his hunger as this orange light became all encompassing, slowly he stepped towards it and bent down. Hidden beneath a sodden newspaper, buried in the slowly decaying foundation of the brick highrise he found a sliver of orange radiance. A light that reminded him of the sun. Forgotten among the refuse and destitute, just like himself. Long, slender fingers graze the glowing sliver of twilight and Illantros feels as if he was struck by lightning.
Power, raw unbridled potential contained in a shard no larger than his palm. A shard of power so vibrant it almost hurt to hold it, Illantros was amazed that something so magnificent could be found in such a sad place. Then a tear came to his eye, this broken bit of power reminded him of himself. Alone and lost, yet full of potential and promise. Perhaps he was hallucinating from the hunger or this all was just a dream but this shard spoke to him, Illantros was destined to find it. It seemed the shard even held something with in, two points of orange darker than the rest, as if the points of a star. A sliver was powerful, but whatever it was broken from was of such raw potential he couldn't even imagine it! All the hunger and weakness from before was forgotten, Illantros could feel the shard pushing him forward, beckoning to be used and developed into something more. Another goal alongside his training. The smile that spread across his pale face was so brilliant it matched the glowing orange shard, his heart beat with the pulsing orange light and he felt ready to tackle the world with a renewed vigor! Tucked away in a pocket the shard continued to pulse with a hypnotic rhythm, while Illantros set off to find food.
The morning came quickly, it seemed he had slept more than just the day away. With his mind focused and sharpened Illantros was the first through the restaurant district and his belly filled, the rising sun went well with a day old bagel. Each golden and orange beam of radiance over the horizon reminded him of the shard of power, the bit of divinity he held in his pocket. An already chipper and determined attitude was emboldened and Illantros found himself emboldened for his journey ahead, determined now more than ever to set out and reach the absolute limits of his potential and go beyond them. Eager to find his purpose. Today was a new day and it was even more beautiful and brilliant than the day before. Illantros' training felt more rewarding than before as he mimicked the students of the school, his motions more determined and back with such power he was surprised with himself! Perhaps it was the breakfast, or his more than normally heightened mood, maybe it was the shard of pure power in his pocket. Whatever it was, the young man felt ready to tackle the world and everything it had to offer.
A new journey was begging for his attention, Illantros could feel his heart pushing him to finally make a big leap of faith. Although he couldn't read the world had more work and jobs to offer than just ones an educated person could fulfill. Confident in his skill yet excited to learn and grow ever further, he set out to find work and meet new people! Although routine was nice, breaking that routine would lead to such boundless change and opportunity. Illantros felt he had learned everything he could from mimicking the students of the school, now it was time to find out what he could learn on his own.
Referred by: Bass/TIDEPOOL
Starting Non-Basic Technique Chosen:
Mitsudo Fist
Despite his lithe frame Illantros is able to put an impressive amount of weight behind this strike. Through extremely fine Ki manipulation Illantros has developed a fighting style where he can focus his ki into a hyper condensed point and then release it through a physical strike, making for a blow of incredibly overwhelming and 'heavy' power.
Type: Physical, Melee, Single
Action: Standard Action
Base Damage: 3d10
Major Effect: Bashing
Minor Effect: Immobilizing
Cost: 15 ki
Ranks: Mitsudo Fist has a maximum of 3 ranks and begins at rank 1. Rank 2 may be purchased for 3 MP and gives a +5 Accuracy and +2 Damage bonus; Rank 3 may be purchased for 5 MP and gives a +10 Accuracy and +4 Damage bonus. Ranks do not stack with each other.
Learn: Rank 1 is automatically learned from Starter Technique. Additional ranks do not take time but cost 3 and 5 MP respectively
Technique Slots: 4/5