Post by Guzheng on Feb 21, 2018 21:54:37 GMT -6
Name: Castor
Species: Kabochan (Alien
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Like most Kabochans, Castor is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. He sports a number of scars and a deviated septum, and wears his hair in a thick undercut mohawk. He wears military-style pants tucked into knee-high boots and a plain tee shirt under a metal-studded leather jacket and chains wrapped around the forearms. He wears white fingerless gloves with built-in knuckle dusters.
History: Castor was orphaned on Vegeta at a very young age. Not that his parents are dead or anything, they just dumped him on the steps of what they thought was a church or community center and bailed. Of course, that building was neither a church nor community center, but a factory (his parent’s weren’t exactly brilliant minds).
Raised by the owners of the factory, Castor spend his youngest years being made to crawl into tight spaces and fix machines. As he quickly grew out of that job, he was made to do heavier and heavier lifting around the factory, until he became quite literally an unpaid beast of burden as a teenager.
It wasn’t until the factory had missed a series of deliveries of their world-famous meat tubes that anyone noticed that the owners and most of the workers had been murdered, crammed into the machines and partially processed. By then, Castor had fled that city and made his way to the Saiyan capitol for no other reason than it was big and easy to find.
He quickly found a home amongst the White Gloves, taking to the work of being a gang enforcer like a duck to water. His years of what basically were slavery had made him strong and angry, and not well socialized. This made it tough to make friends and build trust, even amongst the Gloves, but they gave him a wide berth and enough food, so he stuck around.
When he first met the little yellow Namekian that called himself Guzheng, Castor couldn’t help but look at the pathetic little thing like someone might look at a lost puppy on the street. Sad, kinda cute. Move along. As Guzheng began to make more of a name for himself, Castor noticed something - he was being included in more and more jobs, given more complicated tasks and more responsibility. He was being forced to talk to the others more, and the others were being forced to accomodate him and listen. He didn’t realize it, but Guzheng had been suggesting him for any job that required someone to think outside the box, and surprisingly enough Castor wasn’t terrible at it. He’d never have a mind for higher command, but he was a trustworthy and reliable mission commander. Before long, Castor had developed a social life with his fellow gloves, and while he wasn’t sure how, he had a feeling Guzheng was behind it.
When Guzheng returned to the Namekian community to take vengeance for his father’s killer, Castor was one of the nine that came with him. Ever since, Castor has been one of Guzheng - or Ulic’s, most trusted heavies, answering directly to the boss and nobody else.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Chain Breaker - Castor crosses his arms over his chest and then throws them open in a dual-backhand melee attack!
[N1] Freedom Cry - Castor lets out a mighty shout, firing a beam of red-hot ki from his mouth!
Support
[SU1] Cast Iron - Castor takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin. (Afterimage tech)
Transformations:
Species: Kabochan (Alien
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Like most Kabochans, Castor is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. He sports a number of scars and a deviated septum, and wears his hair in a thick undercut mohawk. He wears military-style pants tucked into knee-high boots and a plain tee shirt under a metal-studded leather jacket and chains wrapped around the forearms. He wears white fingerless gloves with built-in knuckle dusters.
History: Castor was orphaned on Vegeta at a very young age. Not that his parents are dead or anything, they just dumped him on the steps of what they thought was a church or community center and bailed. Of course, that building was neither a church nor community center, but a factory (his parent’s weren’t exactly brilliant minds).
Raised by the owners of the factory, Castor spend his youngest years being made to crawl into tight spaces and fix machines. As he quickly grew out of that job, he was made to do heavier and heavier lifting around the factory, until he became quite literally an unpaid beast of burden as a teenager.
It wasn’t until the factory had missed a series of deliveries of their world-famous meat tubes that anyone noticed that the owners and most of the workers had been murdered, crammed into the machines and partially processed. By then, Castor had fled that city and made his way to the Saiyan capitol for no other reason than it was big and easy to find.
He quickly found a home amongst the White Gloves, taking to the work of being a gang enforcer like a duck to water. His years of what basically were slavery had made him strong and angry, and not well socialized. This made it tough to make friends and build trust, even amongst the Gloves, but they gave him a wide berth and enough food, so he stuck around.
When he first met the little yellow Namekian that called himself Guzheng, Castor couldn’t help but look at the pathetic little thing like someone might look at a lost puppy on the street. Sad, kinda cute. Move along. As Guzheng began to make more of a name for himself, Castor noticed something - he was being included in more and more jobs, given more complicated tasks and more responsibility. He was being forced to talk to the others more, and the others were being forced to accomodate him and listen. He didn’t realize it, but Guzheng had been suggesting him for any job that required someone to think outside the box, and surprisingly enough Castor wasn’t terrible at it. He’d never have a mind for higher command, but he was a trustworthy and reliable mission commander. Before long, Castor had developed a social life with his fellow gloves, and while he wasn’t sure how, he had a feeling Guzheng was behind it.
When Guzheng returned to the Namekian community to take vengeance for his father’s killer, Castor was one of the nine that came with him. Ever since, Castor has been one of Guzheng - or Ulic’s, most trusted heavies, answering directly to the boss and nobody else.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Chain Breaker - Castor crosses his arms over his chest and then throws them open in a dual-backhand melee attack!
[N1] Freedom Cry - Castor lets out a mighty shout, firing a beam of red-hot ki from his mouth!
Support
[SU1] Cast Iron - Castor takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin. (Afterimage tech)
Transformations:
Streets of Rage x4 0- Starter PL Permanent
Altered Beast x14 125,000 PL Temporary
Wild Streets x17 160,000 PL Temporary
Gladiator x23 225,000 PL Permanent
Final Fight x46 415,000 PL Temporary
Current PL: 7,000
Current PL: 7,000
