Post by Treble on Sept 14, 2021 16:58:24 GMT -8
Name: Treble
Alias: The Heavenly Fist; Heaven's Fist; Trouble; The Yellow Namekian
Species: White Namekian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Voice: Junichi Suwabe/Chris Sabat
Referred by: N/A
Appearance:
Treble is a tall and lean Namekian with distinct yellow skin. His complexion has given him his alias as “The Yellow Namekian” along with other names involving pale, albino or blonde. As he ages, his complexion grows lighter contrary to the somber complexion Green Skins take as they grow older. His sclera is crimson and his irises pink. Like most Namekians, he has slug-like antennae.
The Heaven’s Fist often wears a white hood and cowl over a weighted mantle. Bronze-like bangles cover his forearms—bangles that have grown with him since he emerged from his egg. Beneath his cloak, he wears a black, skin-tight, sleeveless muscle shirt. He tends to wear comfortable, loose pants whether they be denim or training pants. Wrappings cover his shins and the tops of his boots. Treble often wears a solemn expression, which makes most weary of approaching him. While it’s mainly a resting face, his mood can sometimes truly match his expression.
Personality:
Treble’s other nickname is “Trouble,” and for good reason. He is a White Namekian who often takes justice into his own hands, and it’s not always law-abiding. He has learned growing up that some people don’t want to be redeemed and are incapable of feeling shame or regret for their actions. Treble, therefore, punishes the scumbags by brutally giving them the justice they deserve. While he isn’t popular with police, the locals see him as a quick solution to a problem and put their hope in him to carry out their vengeance. The countless fights and the countless encounters with horrible people have hardened Treble, practically making him a criminal if his intentions weren’t so pure. Treble has a police record, mainly because there was a story that he chose to be arrested to go after a criminal who thought he could escape him.
Treble mainly avoids the big cities and lives among nature in a small wooden shack near a waterfall. He will often change locations when the police threaten his peace, and so tends to have very few possessions. The locals surrounding West City and within West City will often visit him to make requests. Treble is used to people bringing him their problems, and so often times he acts as a counselor to ease their troubles. Only the most severe sins require his Heavenly Fist.
Despite the beating Treble gives his enemies, he never kills them not even on accident. Some people may find this not really forgiving for living a life crippled can be a hellish fate than death. If that is the result, then that is what their crime cost. Treble doesn’t eat or drink alcoholic beverages. He instead only requires water to survive. He is fearless and can get pretty cocky with police. By dealing with thugs, he hones his Heavenly Fist.
History:
Treble was born from an egg spewed from The Great Kami and grew up in the Guardian Clan fighting the Demon Clan. While in the clan, Treble always seemed to have his own method for dealing with problems and was often insubordinate. Many of the clan members blamed his odd features, and soon a nasty rumor started questioning whether he was an egg of Kami. Treble had only one Namekian who vouched and defended him. His name was Rumba, and he was somewhat of a father-figure to him. Rumba was always there trying to keep Treble out of trouble and keep him from beating his kin whenever they harassed him. As a child, Treble was a menace who Rumba often had to discipline. After years of strict shaping, Treble grew into a more tolerable teenager, but he was still rough with the authoritarians in the clan. Despite Treble’s behavior, he was successful in near all of his missions. Unfortunately, his childhood harasser, Cymbal, patiently waited for an opportunity to get rid of him.
Cymbal connived with some Demon Clan members to help him frame Treble. Treble was on patrol with Rumba, who was sharing a moment with the Namekian, when they were ambushed by the Demon Clan. The members, however, didn’t attack Treble. Instead, they treated him like a comrade to fool Rumba. The look of betrayal on Rumba’s face was forever imprinted in Treble’s mind. It enraged Treble, and he and Rumba did their best to fight the Demon Clan, but no reinforcements were sent. Cymbal had told the others on patrol that Treble and Rumba had returned to base.
Treble and Rumba were captured by the Demon Clan, and they murdered Rumba first before they planned to execute Treble next. Rumba’s murder caused Treble to black out, and when he awoke, there were nothing but unconscious and twitching bodies scattered around him. Treble carried Rumba’s body back to his clan who was angrily waiting for him. They captured him, and while on trial, Treble learned of the allegations made against him. He suspected they were made by Cymbal when he claimed to be a witness to Treble’s supposed betrayal. He had aided the Demon Clan and brought back Rumba’s body, hoping it would make him less suspicious. Because Rumba had been his only defender, the Guardian Clan believed that Treble had always been a troublemaker and that Rumba had paid the price for being so naïve and forgiving.
The Guardian Clan wondered what to do with him. They didn’t want to exile him for fear that he would join the Demon Clan, and they knew how formidable Treble was. Cymbal suggested execution, claiming there was no other way for no matter what, Treble would find a way to return to the Demon Clan. Treble’s perspective morphed. He blamed himself for having behaved in a manner, which brought such convictions against him. He regretted having been so rebellious when Rumba tried to help him. While he thoughtlessly spent his life fighting the Demon Clan, he had been blind to the demons in the Guardian Clan. Treble learned then that evil didn’t just sit on the side of evil, and he decided to take justice into his own hands.
Treble fled the Guardian Clan, and they hunted him to the Northern Land borders. He was forced to change region multiple times to remain elusive until the Guardian Clan ceased searching for him unable to risk having bodies elsewhere with the growing threat. Treble made himself a guardian and aided the weak. He believed his fists to be tools of justice and named his fighting style “Heavenly Fist.” He was determined to protect the planet without the clan, and to hopefully, learn the truth about his egg’s origin. He believed Rumba, when he had said his egg had come from Kami, but Rumba had been the only one to believe in him. Rumba had been the naïve and forgiving fool who gave him a chance.
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Alias: The Heavenly Fist; Heaven's Fist; Trouble; The Yellow Namekian
Species: White Namekian
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Voice: Junichi Suwabe/Chris Sabat
Referred by: N/A
Appearance:
Treble is a tall and lean Namekian with distinct yellow skin. His complexion has given him his alias as “The Yellow Namekian” along with other names involving pale, albino or blonde. As he ages, his complexion grows lighter contrary to the somber complexion Green Skins take as they grow older. His sclera is crimson and his irises pink. Like most Namekians, he has slug-like antennae.
The Heaven’s Fist often wears a white hood and cowl over a weighted mantle. Bronze-like bangles cover his forearms—bangles that have grown with him since he emerged from his egg. Beneath his cloak, he wears a black, skin-tight, sleeveless muscle shirt. He tends to wear comfortable, loose pants whether they be denim or training pants. Wrappings cover his shins and the tops of his boots. Treble often wears a solemn expression, which makes most weary of approaching him. While it’s mainly a resting face, his mood can sometimes truly match his expression.
Personality:
Treble’s other nickname is “Trouble,” and for good reason. He is a White Namekian who often takes justice into his own hands, and it’s not always law-abiding. He has learned growing up that some people don’t want to be redeemed and are incapable of feeling shame or regret for their actions. Treble, therefore, punishes the scumbags by brutally giving them the justice they deserve. While he isn’t popular with police, the locals see him as a quick solution to a problem and put their hope in him to carry out their vengeance. The countless fights and the countless encounters with horrible people have hardened Treble, practically making him a criminal if his intentions weren’t so pure. Treble has a police record, mainly because there was a story that he chose to be arrested to go after a criminal who thought he could escape him.
Treble mainly avoids the big cities and lives among nature in a small wooden shack near a waterfall. He will often change locations when the police threaten his peace, and so tends to have very few possessions. The locals surrounding West City and within West City will often visit him to make requests. Treble is used to people bringing him their problems, and so often times he acts as a counselor to ease their troubles. Only the most severe sins require his Heavenly Fist.
Despite the beating Treble gives his enemies, he never kills them not even on accident. Some people may find this not really forgiving for living a life crippled can be a hellish fate than death. If that is the result, then that is what their crime cost. Treble doesn’t eat or drink alcoholic beverages. He instead only requires water to survive. He is fearless and can get pretty cocky with police. By dealing with thugs, he hones his Heavenly Fist.
History:
Treble was born from an egg spewed from The Great Kami and grew up in the Guardian Clan fighting the Demon Clan. While in the clan, Treble always seemed to have his own method for dealing with problems and was often insubordinate. Many of the clan members blamed his odd features, and soon a nasty rumor started questioning whether he was an egg of Kami. Treble had only one Namekian who vouched and defended him. His name was Rumba, and he was somewhat of a father-figure to him. Rumba was always there trying to keep Treble out of trouble and keep him from beating his kin whenever they harassed him. As a child, Treble was a menace who Rumba often had to discipline. After years of strict shaping, Treble grew into a more tolerable teenager, but he was still rough with the authoritarians in the clan. Despite Treble’s behavior, he was successful in near all of his missions. Unfortunately, his childhood harasser, Cymbal, patiently waited for an opportunity to get rid of him.
Cymbal connived with some Demon Clan members to help him frame Treble. Treble was on patrol with Rumba, who was sharing a moment with the Namekian, when they were ambushed by the Demon Clan. The members, however, didn’t attack Treble. Instead, they treated him like a comrade to fool Rumba. The look of betrayal on Rumba’s face was forever imprinted in Treble’s mind. It enraged Treble, and he and Rumba did their best to fight the Demon Clan, but no reinforcements were sent. Cymbal had told the others on patrol that Treble and Rumba had returned to base.
Treble and Rumba were captured by the Demon Clan, and they murdered Rumba first before they planned to execute Treble next. Rumba’s murder caused Treble to black out, and when he awoke, there were nothing but unconscious and twitching bodies scattered around him. Treble carried Rumba’s body back to his clan who was angrily waiting for him. They captured him, and while on trial, Treble learned of the allegations made against him. He suspected they were made by Cymbal when he claimed to be a witness to Treble’s supposed betrayal. He had aided the Demon Clan and brought back Rumba’s body, hoping it would make him less suspicious. Because Rumba had been his only defender, the Guardian Clan believed that Treble had always been a troublemaker and that Rumba had paid the price for being so naïve and forgiving.
The Guardian Clan wondered what to do with him. They didn’t want to exile him for fear that he would join the Demon Clan, and they knew how formidable Treble was. Cymbal suggested execution, claiming there was no other way for no matter what, Treble would find a way to return to the Demon Clan. Treble’s perspective morphed. He blamed himself for having behaved in a manner, which brought such convictions against him. He regretted having been so rebellious when Rumba tried to help him. While he thoughtlessly spent his life fighting the Demon Clan, he had been blind to the demons in the Guardian Clan. Treble learned then that evil didn’t just sit on the side of evil, and he decided to take justice into his own hands.
Treble fled the Guardian Clan, and they hunted him to the Northern Land borders. He was forced to change region multiple times to remain elusive until the Guardian Clan ceased searching for him unable to risk having bodies elsewhere with the growing threat. Treble made himself a guardian and aided the weak. He believed his fists to be tools of justice and named his fighting style “Heavenly Fist.” He was determined to protect the planet without the clan, and to hopefully, learn the truth about his egg’s origin. He believed Rumba, when he had said his egg had come from Kami, but Rumba had been the only one to believe in him. Rumba had been the naïve and forgiving fool who gave him a chance.
RP Sample:
Water pounded on his head and shoulders as he sat cross-legged beneath a large waterfall. The Yellow Namekian’s eyes were closed as streams of cool water passed down his forehead and spilled in a single stream from his chin. His fingers were curled gently into fists that were pressed together at the knuckles and before his chest. In his deep meditation, Treble expanded his conscience until he felt he could view the entire world. As much as he tried to clear his head of all thoughts and worries, his haunting memories flashed in his mind, causing his lips and brows to tense in disturbance.
Excuse me.
I can’t believe it…
I’m not a traitor Rumba! I don’t know what’s going on?
Uh…Hello?
Execute him. Even if we exiled him, he’d probably just join the Demon Clan anyway.
You snake! I know you set this up somehow!
Don’t let him get away!
EXCUSE ME!
Treble’s eyes snapped open. Red and pink orbs as wide as saucers shifted over to a man, wearing a grey suit with a black undershirt beneath. He stiffened nervously upon meeting the Namekian’s crimson gaze and with his arms at his sides, the elderly man bowed. “You must be The Avenger I heard about. My name’s Mr. Heathwood Rossburger, CEO of Burgerware, we’re a software company subcontracted with Capsule Corp. Please, if I could have your ear. My foolish family has settled in the Outlaw District, a suburb just north of West City. A gang led by a horrible man named Angelo Linguine has forced my family into his servitude. I tried to ask the help of the government and the police, but they refused. The Outlaw District used to be run by the community, and the citizens did well protecting it on their own that they refused aid from the government multiple times. The government flagged the district as being full of anarchists and no longer desires to help them. I just wish my family wasn’t caught up in all of this. Linguine keeps the people from leaving the district, forcing them to pay aid to him. Please free my family.”
Treble narrowed his eyes. “And what about the others?”
Heathwood straightened and smiled sheepishly, “Well, I figured my family would be easier to save than trying to stop Linguine’s gang.”
Treble frowned. “It sounds like the gang is the problem. If I stop the gang, then the community will be freed.”
“You-you can’t stop Linguine. Do you know how many thugs he has? How many weapons!”
The yellow Namekian silently stared at the CEO. Heathwood nervously slipped a finger into his collar and laughed weakly, “How can I assist you?”
Treble looked down from the boulder he was seated on to see two suited gentlemen that could have been bodyguards waiting next to a hover luxury vehicle. His eyes returned to Heathwood and he replied, “You give me a ride; get me as close to the district as you can; and I’ll take care of everything.”
“A-alone?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Ye-yes, but-”
“Then don’t worry about me.”
Heathwood bowed as a sweat bead rolled down his brow. For being a heroic figure, he was certainly rough to deal with. “A-All right. When you are ready, we will leave.”
Treble rocked forward and rose to his feet. He stepped out of the curtain of water and walked to the edge of the boulder before hopping down. “I’m going to go change into some dry clothes. I’ll be back.”
The bodyguards were helping Mr. Rossburger down from the boulder. Once the older man was on the ground, one of the bodyguards asked, “Is he really going to take down Linguine himself?”
“That is what he said.”
“That’s suicide.”
“I know, but he’s our best chance.”
Excuse me.
I can’t believe it…
I’m not a traitor Rumba! I don’t know what’s going on?
Uh…Hello?
Execute him. Even if we exiled him, he’d probably just join the Demon Clan anyway.
You snake! I know you set this up somehow!
Don’t let him get away!
EXCUSE ME!
Treble’s eyes snapped open. Red and pink orbs as wide as saucers shifted over to a man, wearing a grey suit with a black undershirt beneath. He stiffened nervously upon meeting the Namekian’s crimson gaze and with his arms at his sides, the elderly man bowed. “You must be The Avenger I heard about. My name’s Mr. Heathwood Rossburger, CEO of Burgerware, we’re a software company subcontracted with Capsule Corp. Please, if I could have your ear. My foolish family has settled in the Outlaw District, a suburb just north of West City. A gang led by a horrible man named Angelo Linguine has forced my family into his servitude. I tried to ask the help of the government and the police, but they refused. The Outlaw District used to be run by the community, and the citizens did well protecting it on their own that they refused aid from the government multiple times. The government flagged the district as being full of anarchists and no longer desires to help them. I just wish my family wasn’t caught up in all of this. Linguine keeps the people from leaving the district, forcing them to pay aid to him. Please free my family.”
Treble narrowed his eyes. “And what about the others?”
Heathwood straightened and smiled sheepishly, “Well, I figured my family would be easier to save than trying to stop Linguine’s gang.”
Treble frowned. “It sounds like the gang is the problem. If I stop the gang, then the community will be freed.”
“You-you can’t stop Linguine. Do you know how many thugs he has? How many weapons!”
The yellow Namekian silently stared at the CEO. Heathwood nervously slipped a finger into his collar and laughed weakly, “How can I assist you?”
Treble looked down from the boulder he was seated on to see two suited gentlemen that could have been bodyguards waiting next to a hover luxury vehicle. His eyes returned to Heathwood and he replied, “You give me a ride; get me as close to the district as you can; and I’ll take care of everything.”
“A-alone?”
“Do you want my help or not?”
“Ye-yes, but-”
“Then don’t worry about me.”
Heathwood bowed as a sweat bead rolled down his brow. For being a heroic figure, he was certainly rough to deal with. “A-All right. When you are ready, we will leave.”
Treble rocked forward and rose to his feet. He stepped out of the curtain of water and walked to the edge of the boulder before hopping down. “I’m going to go change into some dry clothes. I’ll be back.”
The bodyguards were helping Mr. Rossburger down from the boulder. Once the older man was on the ground, one of the bodyguards asked, “Is he really going to take down Linguine himself?”
“That is what he said.”
“That’s suicide.”
“I know, but he’s our best chance.”
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