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Post by Zeroth on Dec 16, 2016 23:29:05 GMT -5
PL: 2,695 | Exp: 539 | Dice: 3d37The Arcosian Elite, the Ice Dragon of Gokkano, Absol Zeroth. This warrior had just landed on the home world of the Saiya-jins, Daikondu, not very long ago and he'd already made a splash. For what reason had he even come here though, knowing that his people were not very well liked by the people who weren't known for being even tempered? When one saw Zeroth, it wasn't hard to tell that he wasn't your typical Arcosian. This man was only five feet tall, but his muscles were quite stocky, and covered in scars of battle and bruises from training. His horns were not those of a beareaucratic Arcosian who sat back and let his minions get money for him. No. His horns were elongated, and extended from the back of his head, more like those of a ram than a bull and he wore battle armor, from head to toe. His tail also had this battle armor, a sharp and pointed tip on the tip. He was a warrior and his main dream in life was to face the golden warrior and prove his people's superiority in the grand scheme of the universe. The golden warrior was rumoured to be a Saiya-jin, so upon doing the math, Zeroth left Gokkano under the guise of seeking a hit by an unknown benefactor. And he did fight a Saiya-jin, just barely losing. He became obsessed with once again fighting Tartus, his greatest rival. But on this day before he'd headed to the capital, he'd been training. On this day, he would face a very different adversary... It was a beautiful morning in the wastelands, even humid by Winter on Daikondu standards. Zeroth sat in the center of four boulders, his blood red eyes closed as he pushed his ki downward and floated in midair. His aura was stronger now, easily sensed by anyone who could do so. It was like flames, licking the air around his body. Crimson and dark...filled with a warrior's rage. Suddenly...the pebbles levitating around his body would fall to the ground and his eyes would snap open. Extending his legs below him, he'd land on the ruined dirt of the wasteland. He could feel a new precense in his parameter. He looked around, calling out. "Show yourself!" His red eyes would flash, and he'd let out a feral growl. "You'll not find it a pleasant experience if I have to find you."
Mazohn
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Dec 17, 2016 10:55:04 GMT -5
Dice: 3d20 Exp: 0 Power Level:100
Small creatures of the home world of the Sayiajin were sent scurrying as a space pod traced fiery streaks across the blood-red sky. The sphere soon impacted the ground, sending up a huge plume of dust and rock as it expended it's speed on the offending planet.
Mazohn's red ki blew the door of the wrecked pod clean off, creating a rather loud explosion. He crawled out of his metal prison with a groan, having sustained a couple injuries in the crash. "Must.....kill all humans when I get back tried....tried to kill me." Still muttering to himself, he flopped onto his back, slowly pushing himself onto his feet. He should have inspected the pod before he left, it 's shock absorbs were pretty much non-existent. Getting to his feet, he flew out of the crater, shielding his eyes from the intense glare of the sun after so many days in space, as he also felt the increased gravity begin to drag him down. This is definitely a planet for warriors, but where is everyone....wait a second. Mazohn's head snapped towards a nearby rock formation, feeling a monstrous amount of energy emanating from there in waves of hatred. The power even rivaled his own when he was under the influence of the demon star, something Mazohn had never even dreamed of encountering on this plane.
"Show yourself!" "You'll not find it a pleasant experience if I have to find you."
He started as he heard the figure within call this out towards his position in an angry tone. Better do what the man asks, I can't fight him on even terms while still drained from my last battle. He flew over to the circle of boulders, landing on the top of the one directly in front of the alien. "Well hello, haven't seen one of your kind before. People call me Mazohn by the way."
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 17, 2016 19:42:34 GMT -5
The warrior stood strong, though not very tall in this form. At this very moment, the warrior's power was suppressed, as was the norm with his people. Seeing Mazohn show himself was surprising, taking into consideration the fact that Zeroth's elite power could easily destroy the demon had he wished.
Zeroth was rather muscular, and from the blue flesh that could be seen, his biceps were rather large like rocks. The left bicep would reveal a freshly shown scar, and the arcosian would be a full foot shorter than the demon. Yet, he showed no fear whatsoever, his red eyes cool and stoic but his mouth covered by the mask of his bio armor.
Clasping his arms behind his back, his tail swaying behind him, the shorter warrior would slowly rise to meet Mazohn face to face. "But indeed you have heard of my kind, though...I've never seen your kind either." He was hesitant as he studied the demon from head to toe. Would he be a worthy challenger? Perhaps not in the condition he was in. "You may call me Zeroth...and your people may refer to me as an Arcosian, but I prefer Ice Demon."
He tilted his head, his next question coming out of pure curiosity. "What brings you to Daikondu? Are you here on some sort of mission?"
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Dec 22, 2016 21:29:16 GMT -5
Mazohn flesh crawled as the more powerful warrior turned and regarded the demon like one would an insect. The blue alien was short, to be honest, but his confident stance and compact build practically screamed the fact that this one was dangerous. He stepped back as the ‘Ice Demon’ rose to meet him face to face, giving them both some more room, “I’m not surprised you haven’t seen many of my kind. We’ve been locked away in the depths of the demon realm for longer than any race can remember.” Tilting his head in response to Zeroth next statement, it appeared he was contemplating something of great complexity, “I believe the beings on this plane say nice to meet you? The information I gleaned from the Earthlings wasn’t very through.” The demon crossed his arms, remembering the pure annoyances that the Earthlings caused to him. None of them were even close to his level, and the one fighter that had been able to stand up to him had caused him little to no trouble, once he got serious that is.
Coming back to reality, he listened as Zeroth asked his purpose on this world, "No, not anything that complex I'm sorry to say. I heard this planet was full of strong fighters, and I hoped they would be able to put up a better showing than the other fighters I encountered on this plane. I do need some significant power if I am to accomplish my goals. I was also hoping to find some allies, but I'm not very hopeful in that respect."
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 22, 2016 22:09:55 GMT -5
Not only was Zeroth dangerous, but from the very day he had been born he had been different from those of his kind. Often times, one of the biggest selling points of the ice demons was their natural energy, of which there was a great fear throughout the entire universe. There were legends of galactic tyrants who were so fearsome, that even Saiya-jin royalty had learned to fear them. Furthermore, they had served them.
Zeroth was different. His father had invested in the Neo Planet Trade Organization during the Arcosian's child hood, having busted his tail to make sure the N-PTO would succeed in it's endeavours. In return for his father's financial backing, Zeroth was allowed to actually train himself through the entire galaxy, under the most noteworthy martial arts teachers. His natural power? It wasn't just dangerous, it was deadly.
He was an "Arcosian Elite", more of a lone wolf than one who would run with a pack. He had no friends, only rivals to his power.
Lowering himself to stand on the ground, he dropped his arms to his sides and swung then up to fold them across his chest. His tail would sway behind him, the sharp, armored tip gleaming in the red sun above the two. Earthlings? His face contorted in disgust. "Earthlings, weak creatures. I've heard tale that their planet was invaded more than any in the universe, and sometimes I wonder why? It's not as if it has strong children to recruit into the millitary...perhaps it could be the resources?" A small smirk formed under his mouthguard. "But you look like Hell."
And upon noticing the wounds upon Mazohn's body, he'd take note of what appeared to be cat scratches. Also...here this demon was, speaking of wanting a fight...he covered his mouth and chuckled. "Oh my...if it is a strong warrior you are seeking, you have found him. But I'm not so sure you would want to fight me, as I will make those scratches look like nothing." His eyes locked with Mazohn's. "Am I understood?"
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Dec 24, 2016 22:36:13 GMT -5
Mazohn’s dark eyes followed Zeroth as he fell towards the ground again. His new acquaintance seemed to be a little restless, and while that wasn’t anything special in an encounter such as theirs, it could be perceived as a weakness in some quarters. Such restlessness often was a sign of mental weakness, and such a weakness could often be exacerbated by his demonic magics and simple words. In response to Zeroth’s words, he simply shrugged, “They were pathetically weak, and even I could probably go back there and conquer that world with no trouble at all. As for the reasons for conquering it, I would assume it was because its appearance or resources, currently there isn’t any fighters even worth killing on that world.”
The tattoos on Mazohn’s body briefly flared purple as Zeroth’s words sparked anger and hate within him. While his mind knew that fighting the Frost Demon was an utterly stupid idea that would most likely get him killed, his body wanted to rend this challenger limb from limb! His kind was not meant for restraint or tact, they were meant to be the agents of chaos. Taking a deep breath, he listened to the rest of Zeroth’s speech with a set expression on his face, “I wasn’t going to challenge YOU, not just yet. That was more of a general statement, though I will maybe take you up on that offer later.” He too descended to the Earth, scooping up a small pile of dusty dirt, “Not a very vibrant planet is it? I hope the Sayians will be a little more lively.”
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 25, 2016 21:00:33 GMT -5
He watched the demon with great suspicion, though Mazohn had posed no threat to him. Zeroth wasn't one to trust someone right off the bat, no matter what their stated intentions were. He'd just as soon keep a rattlesnake as a pet than trust Mazohn. How did he know this wasn't a ploy perpetrated by the Saiya-jins to destroy him? He had to pry further, and find out more about this dark figure who stood before him.
"Even I could go back and conquer that planet.."
Those words rung in the mind of Zeroth, who's left eyebrow ridge would arch slightly. He narrowed his red eyes. "You don't have much faith in yourself, do you?" His voice was deep, and chilling. Very much unlike those of his race who were the rich Arcosian. It was almost gruff. But this statement let Zeroth know that the demon couldn't be that powerful, and he'd form a smirk under his mouthguard. Interesting. So if need be, I can fight and beat this demon. But...let's find out more about him.
That smirk soon faded as he saw the body art of the demon flaring, as if the demon's energy was rising. He did stand strong, arms still folded across his chest and leaving his guard down. It wasn't that he trusted Mazohn...he just didn't fear him. Finally, he spoke of his own intentions. "There are plenty of strong fighters here, Mazohn." Excitement welled in the chest of the Arcosian Elite. "I, myself, encountered one upon landing and...I came..." he held his hand up, thumb and four finger less than a tenth of an inch apart. "...this close...to beating him. To be honest with you, he got lucky. He wasn't what I was looking for in an opponent, exactly...I seek...only the most powerful, most legendary Saiya-Jin warrior of all time..."
The demon would see a determination bordering upon obsession in his eyes, to be sure. Zeroth had come to Daikondu, seeking this warrior of legend...wishing to hone his skills, eventually defeat him. He tilted his head and looked at Mazohn quizically. "Tell me...have you ever heard of the legendary golden warrior?"
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Jan 2, 2017 16:46:32 GMT -5
Mazohn was beginning to get bored. Conversations were nice and all, but his kind was simply not built for talk. Mazohn was no exception to this rule, he had lost many a battle due to his impatience, although he was better than most of his kind in this regard! Nevertheless, offending this particular warrior didn't seem like an overly smart plan, he seemed extremely powerful.
He then growled as Zeroth picked apart his words, turning them against him. The markings on his skin glowed brighter as he struggled to contain his rage, his desire to rend this challenger limb from limb. He still wasn't completely recovered from his battle with Manaki, and as easy as it was, it had still drained him slightly. The intelligent part of his mind was well aware of this fact, but the primal rage dwelling within him didn't exactly care.
Struggling to contain his rage, Mazohn responded through gritted teeth,"It's good that there are strong fighters here, I would have hated to have traveled all this way for nothing. Plus, I don't exactly think I'm getting back that way." He gestured a tattooed hand towards his utterly destroyed pod. Mazohn then tilted his head, curious, "What is this 'golden warrior'. All I know about the Sayians is that they turn into Apes. Does one of these warriors have blond hair perhaps?"
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 4, 2017 19:35:13 GMT -5
Zeroth, though different than most of his kind, knew how to twist words and "hurt feelings" as it were. Truth be told, he delighted in the fact that he'd gotten a rise out of the Demon because much like Mazohn, Zeroth loved nothing more than a good fight. Unlike most of his kind, though he was born a genius, rather than be happy with the power he had he instead decided to actively expand on it.
Mazohn's words took a moment to process as Zero dropped his guard, lowering his gaze to the ground. He raised a hand to his chin and rubbing it. Did this being know more than he'd let on? He cut his eyes to the demon. "Odd that you should know so much about my target. Or at least I find it odd. And yes, I have heard tale of the apes...the Great Apes. But you see, I've not had the pleasure of facing one in combat, which irks me in the slightest. How can I test my skills without a challenge?"
It shocked the Arcosian Elite futter when that question came out. "Does this warrior have golden hair?" Of course, being that Zero had never actually seen a Super Saiya-jin live and in color, he had absolutely no idea of how to answer it. He had only his dream to go by. "I..." he tilted his head in confusion. "...have only ever referred to them as "golden warriors" as it is told in the legends. I have heard tale of Saiya-jins going through physical changes, but my studies are still in their infancy...and..."
He shook his head and growled, clenching his fist in front of him. Mazohn could tell that Zero was becoming agitated by something...he grumbled under his breathe. "And if my earlier confrontation is any indication, then I've a lot of training to do."
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Jan 7, 2017 15:19:14 GMT -5
Mazohn allowed himself to smile inwardly, yet still maintaining his outraged appearance. Although this ‘Zeroth’ had pissed him off to quite an extent, he had been a little less pissed than how it might appear! It was a long established practice of warfare to allow your enemy to believe he held all the cards, and Mazohn had been well-tutored in this regard, although he was rapidly losing the self-control to continue to fence with the Frost ‘demon’ in this way.
Mazohn’s eyes continued to watch Zeroth as he seemed to be considering something. As Zeroth made his suspicions known, he flicked his hand dismissively, “I did some reconnaissance on Earth before I came here, wanted to be sure I wasn’t walking into a death trap. I would also like to face one of those apes, but it would probably be wise to wait until the red star returns.” He smiled mysteriously, “I don’t think even one of your ‘Super Sayians’ could stand up to me then.” He remembered little from his time in that form, since most of his memories had been blurred when he returned to his regular state. What he did remember was trashing the cat that had seemed unbeatable in her powered-up state, with little to no difficulty.
Curious to Zeroth’s other comments, he responded, “Legends? What do they say about these warriors?” Zeroth seemed to be getting agitated by something, muttering about further training. Mazohn nodded, “I too need to train. I need the power to conquer Earth so I can leave this hellhole of a plane.”
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 8, 2017 19:01:40 GMT -5
Zeroth had spent many long hours obsessing over the Saiya-jins, watching them. He'd learned much since his trip here to Daikondu, but he'd learned much more from the Networks and books in the library on the world he came from. His red eyed would wander over the form of the newly met Demon known as Mazohn, and he'd study the markings. Raising a hand to his chin, it was obvious he was thinking as his eyes narrowed. So what was Zeroth thinking? Zeroth, the Ice Dragon of Gokkano had moved on to taking into consideration this "form" of which Mazohn spoke. What was he speaking of? Did the demon know something he didn't know? Zeroth knew only of Arcosian and Saiya-jin biology, but demons he was unfamiliar with. He would soon answer Mazohn's question as his gaze would trail off to a distant star out in space. That distant star would be where he believed his home world to be. He spoke, calmly...less condescending than before. He was dead serious. "I know only that this "Super Saiya-jin" as you called it..." he growled. "...I know that they are incredibly powerful. I know that one of these legendary warriors once defeated the Planet Trade Organization singlehandedly." His eyes flashed with a fury which blazed with great pride. "I, myself, walk alone for the most part. But those arcosians that came before me...they were weak. They were embarrassed by the Super Saiya-jin."A low growl would arise from the chest of the Arcosian as he concluded. "I will not be. I will fight it, and I will destroy it, come what may. Then, my name will become legend."As the demon spoke of needing power, Zeroth would smirk. He knew how to gain power...there was one way in his mind, and he'd make a suggestion. "Perhaps you would fancy a bit of training with me? That is, if you can keep up?"
Mazohn
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Jan 16, 2017 14:37:37 GMT -5
It seemed like the not-so subtle prodding that Zeroth had been employing was finally coming to a close, and the warrior began to monologue about his reasons for wanting to destroy the Super Sayiajin. Mazohn still wasn't 100% sure that his new acquaintance wasn't jumping at shadows and myths, but at least he had the power to give Mazohn a good fight if need be. However, when Zeroth came to the end of his first speech, he snorted incredulously, "I don't believe that one being could take down an empire, not unless your 'Planet Trade Organization' only consisted of a handful of warriors. No one being can stand up to those odds!" Mazohn had seen many examples of this fact during his, by demonic standards, short life, those warriors who proclaimed themselves to be the most durable, fast, strong or smart, were quickly overrun by the sheer number of challengers seeking to prove their worth. His lips arched into a slow grin as Zeroth suggested a fight, "Why not? I don't have anything better to do today." He fell to the ground with a heavy crash, and slowly stood up. Spreading his feet why, he formed his fingers into straight lines, forming blades with his hands. Lifting his eyebrows, he proclaimed "Maybe I'll help you find this Super Sayiajin, that is if you give me a good enough fight!"
Init Roll: kOucUknv1d100For refrence, his stance is a modfied version of this: www.livestrong.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/fightingstanceTEXT.jpg1d100
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 16, 2017 21:11:31 GMT -5
Zeroth shook his head. He had no affiliation with the PTO or even the recently formed NPTO. Though he could see why Mazohn would make such an assumption. He would correct the demon in turn, holding one finger up as a matter of fact gesture. "You may have misunderstood me, Mazohn. I don't claim allegiance to the Planet Trade Organization, as a matter of fact I have no allegiance." He'd go on to explain himself further. "This is more so about proving my species' dominance on the battlefield. That's why I've become a mercenary, offering my elite services to the highest bidder..." he chuckled. "...it can be a useful occupation. It gives me a chance to test my skills against many different warriors, and like these Saiya-jins, I become more powerful with every battle."He'd watch Mazohn's movements quietly, the taller demon having taken a stance quite strange to the Arcosian. True, his fists were up to guard his upper torso and face, but Zeroth was no fool. He'd been training and fighting a long time, and he himself would adjust his stance to be a lower one. The Arcosian was a genius in battle, and he knew exactly what he was supposed to do. But would this demon prove a challenge? He certainly hoped so.
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Post by Zeroth on Jan 16, 2017 21:21:04 GMT -5
Name | Mazohn | Zeroth | HP | 0/15 | 0/48 | Dice | 3d20 | 3d37 | Transformation | Base | Base | Genki | 6 | 6 | Effect | None | None | Items Used | None | None |
Mazohn goes first!
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Mazohn
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 77
Race: Demon
Dice: 3d46
EXP: 2,028
Zeni: 463
HP: 690
SP: 365
Transformations:
Makyo Mutation (+d20)
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Post by Mazohn on Jan 17, 2017 20:30:18 GMT -5
"A mercenary eh? Doesn't sound like a particulary bad occupation on a war-torn world, though I'd guess you'd be a better judge of that." Mazohn's lips formed a brutal grin, "Do you have a contract right now, or are you simply between jobs?' Contrary to popular belief, the demon realm did have some semblance of a socio-economic structure, even though it wasn't overly complex. Mazohn himself had allied with small bands of mercenaries over his life, and found them to be mostly back-stabbing weaklings. Not this alien though, the demon could tell he was different.
As the Zeroth slid into a stance that he believed would be a good counter to Mazohn's intial attacks, Mazohn struck. Boosting himself off the ground, he would lead off with a heavy palm strike aimed at the Frost Demon's nose, which was followed by a swift kick at his foe's midsection. He knew that this warrior was in every way superior to him, so he needed to do as much damage as fast as he possibly could! To this effect, he would attempt to slash Zeroth across the face with his talon-like nails.
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