Name: Icarus, No Last name
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Tuffle
Current World: Vegeta
Alignment: Neutral
EXP: 10/100
LVL: 1
Skill Points: 5
Power Level: 4
Description:
Icarus isn't much to look at first. Easily missed as most slaves and men of low standing would be. Only noticed when standing in full posture can the man be seen as he is. His body standing taller then most his kind at four feet. Perhaps a few inches over if properly measured. Body type has him lean from being malnourished but chiseled from stone his muscle tone from the work of a slave. A body built of sweat and blood among the sands from Villa to Villa. Built from being forced to fight or give into other commands of his masters. His hands stained in ways he'd likely never break words about.
The mans Spirit was pushed dormant and made docile rather then broken. But is revolutionary at heart. Often letting his head wonder to thoughts of vengeance or to give back equal breaking of words with blade for how his life has been taken from him in so many ways. His reaction and treatment to others is often ever changing between pride and arrogance towards soft hands and kind whispers. A hesitant notion in his actions from years of having to be ever watchful towards each word and action that could have afforded punishment. Trust hard one as well from such a person and most likely if won and broken to never be won again as well as answered in blood. He fears not death, Not the loss of blood and stature. But losing anything and everything he would come to hold dear as it seemed often happened in this world. His hatred for Saiyans and the dreams even if they were out of reach of returning his hatred upon them at times was all that kept him from the underworld when his body pushed to limits. His hand ever hesitant as it wasn't likely only the slave that gave damage would be punished when examples may be made extended to others.
Because of this and his distrust built he doesn't often stay to being truthful nor a liar. His tactics switching from direct to underhanded at the drop of a dime. A scoundrel of sorts for survival with dreams of being more. The lengths he's willing to go if given chance not yet know to even he himself. But as the years go on and he refuses to break. He feels more and more eager to test just how far he could go if given the power and opportunity.
Backstory:
Born around two years after Saiyan Victory day a Tuffle boy came into the world. Slave from birth from the womb of a women who had passed three hours before his birth through doctors hand on the operation table to save investment. Father nor mother to never be known to him as he grew nor their fates. His rather quick grown and quickly gained appliance and value to work force gaining him notice given the few unmentioned births that occurred from Tuffle women after victory day. A truth most saiyans would never speak of but leave to the unmentioned spoils of war in the past buried with the Tuffle way of life. Although when ever suspected of such thing Icarus found himself sent from Villa to Villa. The name given to him by his first master he knew at young age to give him something to be called nothing more really.
He was used for many things as he grew seeing varied areas of Vegeta in his first years burning roads and routes in his head as he was sent around in dreams of breaking free. But often greeted for lash for the few failed attempts quickly fell to being just ever dreams and a broken hobby of watching routes and escapes. Never to take action merely dream to keep himself alive to next morns light. His hatred at times had him being used for amusement spilling blood of fellow slave or being made tame by guards to show how low he stood. One few occasion he was work force placing walls of stone and clay learning how to craft and the walls of moderate saiyan homes. Fewer still he was used in Villa homes as a fetching boy for bringing wine and drink. His chiseled frame from slavery since birth gave him a body kind to look at. As well as Tuffle brewed medicine could remove the slaves scars when masters desired to keep their slaves presentable to guests or for future sale. However when a master gains eyes for something they often didn't need to be hesitant to take part in tasting the good they owned. Many a masters wife gaining eyes for the exotics of the world expecting more then just the rare wines they called for to slave to bring. These occasions of being a inner slave had Icarus long again and again to be sent to the sand to fight fellow slave. For the longest time taking this as the greatest place to be. Setting his fellow slaves free of this world. Praying for the day perhaps he'd be free but was unwilling to let his life taken freely.
Just as many times before though when a slave wears out its wants its sent to sale for the master to gain coin. The slave trade thriving on Vegeta. He'd soon find himself sent towards what would be his eighth master in sixteen years of life. A official trader taking him to market with his body cleaned in rose water and body mended of all outer wound. Hoping to fetch decent price. A strong back and strong arms for show not true battle of soldiers. Or chiseled frame for those who have interest of home slaves or variant taste. Icarus following along with a dull light of fire hidden in a long since dead gaze.
Trained Statistics:
Strength: 0 (100% Base)
Agility: 0 (100% Base)
Vitality: 0 (100% Base)
Spirit: 0 (100% Base)
Dexterity: 0 (100% Base)
Total Statistics:
Strength: 2
Agility: 1
Vitality: 2
Spirit: 2
Dexterity: 1
HP: 2
KI: 100/100
Fatigue: 0/0%
Racials:
S-Class Scouter: An advanced Tuffle tech scouter used to track enemy movements. All Tuffles are able to get their hands on one. It decreases the cost of dodges by 10% (After final calculations)
Educated Users: Items Tuffles used become 15% more effective, whether it be on yourself or a friend. (This includes healing, fatigue converting, etc.)
Incredible Smarts: The Tuffle race has always been a brilliant people. Learning to craft delights and grand wares from even the most vile materials. They can bring out the true potential of materials with their masterful hands and intelligent minds. This allows them to better themselves for the harsh world ahead with their own hands. All armor and weapons stats are increased by 10% by Tuffle upgrades while equipped.
Traits:
God-Mode: There’s no place to run. Any time you hit Injured status(25% Health), you gain 2 turns (The current and the next. It wears off at the end of the next) of immunity from all attacks and do 15% more damage for the two turns. You heal all status ailments, and do not get the injured debuff for those turns. However, after that, your fatigue catches up with you and increases to 75% of your total health. You also lose all health and become KOed.
Gluttony: Stuff your gut with all the things! Items you use on yourself are 15% more effective, but you ain’t sharing that shit with other players! You are unable to use items on friends.
Bloody Mess: You do 5% more damage and take 7.5% more damage!
Perks:
Sex Appeal: You spark a fire in the eyes of the opposite sex. Anyone of opposite gender to you does 5% less damage. Charms against the opposite sex also cost 1 less ki to maintain.
Skills:
Equipment:
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Current Consumables:
Primary - Current Primary
Secondary - Current Secondary
Tertiary - Current Tertiary
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