Post by Tartus on Sept 27, 2016 14:24:31 GMT -5
Character Name: Tartus
Species Saiyan
If Saiyajin, tail or no tail?: With Tail
Age:75
Height:5" 11
Weight: 201 Lbs
Appearance:
Due to his age, Tartus has begun showing the early signs of aging Shallow wrinkles are scattered across his battle scarred face. Unlike the majority of Saiyan's, he sports a more chubby body shape. Although he isn't exactly fat, years of neglect are begining to show giving an appearance of someone who had simply "Let themselves go".
As a low class Saiyan Tartus wears a standard issue Saiyan armour. However it appears damaged with scratches and dents in several places as well as the right shoulder guard being broken in half. His armour is also stained and dirty as it hasn't been washed or replaced in quite some time.
Personality: Tartus no longer cares about anything other than drinking. Only stopping for long to earn money to buy more drinks. After loosing his family, and with age begining to take effect, he has simply given up.
He has little patience for others, and quickly becomes irritable when approached. Preferring to be left alone he isn't much of a conversationalist, as he would much rather other people would go away.
As a low class Saiyan he believes he has lived beyond his usefulness and no longer cares about preserving his own life. As such he will quickly resort to violence even when he is outclassed or outnumbered as the possibility of being killed doesn't worry him.
Brief History: Born a low class Saiyan, Tartus spent the majority of his life fighting in whichever battle he was asked to fight in. He was fiercely loyal to the Crown of Daikondu, being more than willing to fight and die for the cause.
Despite his best efforts he was never able to raise himself above the station of a low class Saiyan. Fantasising over the stories of low class that, despite all odds, transcended into Super Saiyan's. Although these stories were most likely ancient myths, they fueled his ambition to break through the Saiyan class system.
At age 28 Tartus found a wife, a Saiyan named Olave. Shortly after she bore him two children, a son named Tobaga and a daughter named Scallio. Like most Saiyan's Tartus paid little attention to the birth of his children, only visiting them shortly after they were born to see how strong they were. When they were designated as Low class, just like their parents, Tartus left them in the care of the military.
Over the following twenty years Tartus continued to work hard, growing in strength and ability. Yet he was never able to earn a place amongst the Saiyan Elites. He didn't even earn the right to lead his own squadron, making it only as far as second in command. As the realisation that he would never achieve his dreams, he began to check up on his children more often. Hoping that they could surpass his own achievements, to become the legacy he could not. Although he never made contact personally, fearing he may hold them back as a representation of the limits and failures he wanted them to avoid.
With each passing mission they surpassed Tartus when he was the same age. Both Tobaga and Scallio were on track, at the very least, to become better warriors than Tartus ever would.
Then one day Olave was send on routine mission into the Daikondu Central Wastelands, not far from where Tobaga and Scallio were stationed. There was no reason to expect a difficult mission, in fact it was unlikely they would come across any hostile's so close to the Northern border.
It was three days later when Tartus received word of the ambush. Somehow a battalion of Southern Empire soldiers managed to decend on the squadrons. With the element of surprise and superior numbers, the Southern soldiers slaughtered everyone. Tobaga, Scallio and Olave all perished. The report stated they they all fought bravely against the cowardly enemy, but that didn't bring much comfort.
With his legacy destroyed and his family all dead, Tartus was enraged and thirsty for revenge. His squad leader saw the fire in Tartus' eyes and volunteered the squadron for any upcoming missions against the southern forces. Not wanting to allow such an attack to be left unanswered, retaliatory attacks were ordered. On one such mission, Tartus and his squad mates were raiding along the southern border. All was going well until Tartus saw a small house, alone in the waste land. A woman was tending to some food over an open fire, just outside the building whilst two children ran around nearby. Although the children were much younger, thoughts of his children flashed through his mind. Enraged at the loss he had suffered he snapped, abandoning his squad and mission to head towards the house. He would teach these Southerners what it was like to suffer such a loss.
As soon as he had finished his slaughter, he snapped out of his rage. With his hands soaked in the children's blood, he realised exactly what he had done, what he had become. Panicking, he fled back to his squad, not knowing what else to do. Yet when he found them, they had all been killed. Somehow they had been discovered, a nearby outpost must have detected their raid, sending troops to neutralise the threat. With his squad mates dead and his mission and failure, Tartus fled back to Northern territory.
Although he was praised for his bravery in surviving an assault his teammates could not, Tartus did not feel like a hero. Visions of the children's mutilated bodies plagued his dreams, although their faces had been replaced with that of his own children. The only thing that helped keep the visions at bay, was alcohol.
As time passed Tartus found himself drinking more and more just to get through the day. Spending every Credit he had on drink, he only worked so that he could support his habit. The determination and ambition of his youth washed away with each drink, leaving an aging shell of the former proud warrior.
On a few occasions he attempted to get clean, but inevitably the drink caught up to him and he found himself at one of the cities cheap bars, making up for lost time. As the wrinkles began to grow across his face, Tartus resigned himself to his fate. Signing up for increasingly dangerous missions, with only an honourable death left to look forward to.
Starting Planet: Daikondu
Species Saiyan
If Saiyajin, tail or no tail?: With Tail
Age:75
Height:5" 11
Weight: 201 Lbs
Appearance:
Due to his age, Tartus has begun showing the early signs of aging Shallow wrinkles are scattered across his battle scarred face. Unlike the majority of Saiyan's, he sports a more chubby body shape. Although he isn't exactly fat, years of neglect are begining to show giving an appearance of someone who had simply "Let themselves go".
As a low class Saiyan Tartus wears a standard issue Saiyan armour. However it appears damaged with scratches and dents in several places as well as the right shoulder guard being broken in half. His armour is also stained and dirty as it hasn't been washed or replaced in quite some time.
Personality: Tartus no longer cares about anything other than drinking. Only stopping for long to earn money to buy more drinks. After loosing his family, and with age begining to take effect, he has simply given up.
He has little patience for others, and quickly becomes irritable when approached. Preferring to be left alone he isn't much of a conversationalist, as he would much rather other people would go away.
As a low class Saiyan he believes he has lived beyond his usefulness and no longer cares about preserving his own life. As such he will quickly resort to violence even when he is outclassed or outnumbered as the possibility of being killed doesn't worry him.
Brief History: Born a low class Saiyan, Tartus spent the majority of his life fighting in whichever battle he was asked to fight in. He was fiercely loyal to the Crown of Daikondu, being more than willing to fight and die for the cause.
Despite his best efforts he was never able to raise himself above the station of a low class Saiyan. Fantasising over the stories of low class that, despite all odds, transcended into Super Saiyan's. Although these stories were most likely ancient myths, they fueled his ambition to break through the Saiyan class system.
At age 28 Tartus found a wife, a Saiyan named Olave. Shortly after she bore him two children, a son named Tobaga and a daughter named Scallio. Like most Saiyan's Tartus paid little attention to the birth of his children, only visiting them shortly after they were born to see how strong they were. When they were designated as Low class, just like their parents, Tartus left them in the care of the military.
Over the following twenty years Tartus continued to work hard, growing in strength and ability. Yet he was never able to earn a place amongst the Saiyan Elites. He didn't even earn the right to lead his own squadron, making it only as far as second in command. As the realisation that he would never achieve his dreams, he began to check up on his children more often. Hoping that they could surpass his own achievements, to become the legacy he could not. Although he never made contact personally, fearing he may hold them back as a representation of the limits and failures he wanted them to avoid.
With each passing mission they surpassed Tartus when he was the same age. Both Tobaga and Scallio were on track, at the very least, to become better warriors than Tartus ever would.
Then one day Olave was send on routine mission into the Daikondu Central Wastelands, not far from where Tobaga and Scallio were stationed. There was no reason to expect a difficult mission, in fact it was unlikely they would come across any hostile's so close to the Northern border.
It was three days later when Tartus received word of the ambush. Somehow a battalion of Southern Empire soldiers managed to decend on the squadrons. With the element of surprise and superior numbers, the Southern soldiers slaughtered everyone. Tobaga, Scallio and Olave all perished. The report stated they they all fought bravely against the cowardly enemy, but that didn't bring much comfort.
With his legacy destroyed and his family all dead, Tartus was enraged and thirsty for revenge. His squad leader saw the fire in Tartus' eyes and volunteered the squadron for any upcoming missions against the southern forces. Not wanting to allow such an attack to be left unanswered, retaliatory attacks were ordered. On one such mission, Tartus and his squad mates were raiding along the southern border. All was going well until Tartus saw a small house, alone in the waste land. A woman was tending to some food over an open fire, just outside the building whilst two children ran around nearby. Although the children were much younger, thoughts of his children flashed through his mind. Enraged at the loss he had suffered he snapped, abandoning his squad and mission to head towards the house. He would teach these Southerners what it was like to suffer such a loss.
As soon as he had finished his slaughter, he snapped out of his rage. With his hands soaked in the children's blood, he realised exactly what he had done, what he had become. Panicking, he fled back to his squad, not knowing what else to do. Yet when he found them, they had all been killed. Somehow they had been discovered, a nearby outpost must have detected their raid, sending troops to neutralise the threat. With his squad mates dead and his mission and failure, Tartus fled back to Northern territory.
Although he was praised for his bravery in surviving an assault his teammates could not, Tartus did not feel like a hero. Visions of the children's mutilated bodies plagued his dreams, although their faces had been replaced with that of his own children. The only thing that helped keep the visions at bay, was alcohol.
As time passed Tartus found himself drinking more and more just to get through the day. Spending every Credit he had on drink, he only worked so that he could support his habit. The determination and ambition of his youth washed away with each drink, leaving an aging shell of the former proud warrior.
On a few occasions he attempted to get clean, but inevitably the drink caught up to him and he found himself at one of the cities cheap bars, making up for lost time. As the wrinkles began to grow across his face, Tartus resigned himself to his fate. Signing up for increasingly dangerous missions, with only an honourable death left to look forward to.
Starting Planet: Daikondu