Dakro, Tace T.'s Diner, Toad Town
Dakro, for a time, had been sitting in a cafe in Toad Town, enjoying everything the restaurant had to offer. He was feeding one of his Fyoras a bit of cake when he heard the tremendous chorus of BADANANANADDANANA's and rainbow flashing Toads, snapping him back to his job. Well, sort of. He finished the current serving of food and stood up, deciding he couldn't properly enjoy the meal in the face of Shadow Eternity's antics. He held up a hand which glowed brightly, mystical essence flowing upward and coalescing into a dozen fleshy spheres, which slowly uncurled into serpentine creatures. The Artila fell to the ground, as Dakro raised his hand and clenched his left fist. The serpents and fyora took a spearhead formation behind the heavily armored man, who drew his sword with his right, starting to advance toward the sounds of battle.
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The young prince smiled and nodded.
"Never pick up a duck in a dungeon, never split the party, and never be a smartalec when something's asking you riddles. I'm aware of the typical rules for adventures in a dungeon ma'am."
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Name: Dakro Shieldbearer
Age: 25 physically. He forgets how old he actually is.
Gender: Male
Appearance: [his armor and tabard](http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/geneforge/images/2/28/Guardian_image2.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20090220001657). Beneath, he's a pale-skinned man with faintly glowing skin that looks like it might break away at any second. His eyes glow in the dark due to a bioluminesence gene he picked up through the canisters, meaning the visor on his helmet has a faint greenish glow from within. He's usually flanked by at least two [fyora](http://i.imgur.com/9WA9d16.png) or two [thahd](http://www.spiderwebsoftware.com/images/geneforge/alpha/thahd.jpg) that are just intelligent enough to understand orders in combat.
Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
Universe of Origin: Geneforge
Personality: Unlike most Shapers, Dakro treats all sentient life- be it Humans, Serviles, Thahds, Battle Alphas, Vlish, or Servant Minds- with the same level of respect and dignity. That is to say, a seething apathy. He doesn't care about your troubled past, your internal politics, your kids, your home life, or your agricultural practices. What he cares about is making sure that people are able to live their life as safely as possible, with as much freedom as they choose. While he's by no means pleasant company, Dakro DOES have a moral code, and does his best to not inconvenience others. If someone tries to stop him though, all bets are off- as the burnt ruins of Kazg can attest.
Abilities/Weapons:
Swordsmanship: Dakro, as a Guardian, has trained in martial arts. He's quick on his feet and wields a shortsword with astounding speed and skill.
Shaping: Dakro's secondary training is in the creation and shaping of life. Using his own magical power, he can will into existence Creations- the reptilian Fyora, Roamer, Pyroamer, and Drayk; the primitive-looking Thahd and Battle Alpha; the insectoid Vlish, Clawbug, and Artila; the delicious Ornk. These artificial creatures are formed out of his magical energies and can't reproduce on their own. While they have animal-level intelligence, they are capable of comprehending simple orders. By putting more of his power into a creature, Dakro can make it smarter, stronger, or faster. However, he prefers not to create sentient creatures unless he's really bored and lonely- the moral implications of a sentient pyroamer trouble him.
Canisters: Dakro's genetics have been modified, re-written, re-written again, and had bits of monsters grafted onto them. Genetic scans show him as simultaneously human, neanderthal, velociraptor, dragon, jellyfish, worm, cobra, stegosaurus, and any number of other creatures. His skin also faintly glows in the dark. This is due to the genetic tampering of the canisters of Suecia island, which have given him incredible power and knowledge... at least within the context of his own world.
Equipment:
The Shielding Knife: Calling this shortsword a "knife" is an understatement. But after visiting a continent so deadly he thought the creatures there were rogue Creations, Dakro picked up the "Now THIS is a knife" joke from a local man. Enchanted with a minor shielding effect that lets him parry as if the sword were a few inches wider and longer.
Shaped Breastplate: Created with a magic furnace, this armor bears no marks of forging. No, the only imperfections are the countless battlescars Dakro suffered on Suecia Island. Despite its origins, it is mundane, if high-quality, armor.
Lucky Green Boots: Not magical, but he found these boots after he washed up naked on a desert island. He considers them lucky.
Ring of the Eye: Protects Dakro and his Creations from mental effects. The defense isn't perfect, but it's pretty close.
Fyoraskin Cloak: Made from the hide of a wild Fyora, this cloak provides protection from hot and cold environments. It also looks awesome.
Backstory: Dakro was en route to a shaper colony where he was to continue his studies when he was shipwrecked on a deserted island. Except it wasn't deserted, as he was attacked by explorers called the Sholai. And there were towns and villages on the island run by Serviles, creations Dakro hadn't considered capable of living outside of a Shaper-ruled society. But there they were, alive and well. A few of the serviles helped him on his way across the island, leading him to discover the horrible secrets that took place there. The island was barred, and the penalty for entry would have been death... but Dakro DID save the world from a horrific machine which could give a human godlike powers, so he was let off with a warning. After seeing how the Serviles of Suecia and the Sholai explorers were treated, however, he decided that Shaper society was kind of bullshit and left, seeking wrongs to right and treasures to plunder. He ended up fighting off a Shadow Eternity raid on the village of Medab using a small army of Fyora, earning him a job offer.
Faction: UMMA-
Shady is noticeably thinner and paler than other members of his race. As a student of the Path of the Violent Savior, his clothes are colored after the Violent Savior's armor. He usually wears a red belt during a fight to keep his tabard from flying everywhere.
-Name: Shady
-Age: 25
-Race: Alien (Plantian)
-Gender: Male
- Power Level: 50/400
- Strength: 60
- Speed: 110
- Endurance: 60
- Ki: 170
- Name: Shady Split Technique
Type: Support Technique
Description: Shady's variation on the classic Multi-Form technique, this ability allows him to split into any number of clones- provided that there is a round power level shared between them.
Required Power Level: 5
- Name: Blazer Gaze
Type: Ki Attack
Description: A beam of ki fired from the eyes. Can be a wide-beam effect or a tightly focused beam, but either way it's a fairly weak ki attack that prevents its user from seeing. Oddly enough, the user's power level doesn't seem to affect its strength much.
Required Power Level: 10
- Name: Death Breath
Type: Ki Attack
Description: A burst of flame through the mouth, sustainable as long as he can continue shouting.
Required Power Level: 25
- Name: Shady Jet
Type: Combination
Description: Though Shady doesn't have enough ki to fly yet, he DOES have the powerful thrust from Death Breath. Using enough clones, he can form a makeshift hovercraft by shouting downward... subjecting the ground below to Death Breath. More clones give better control, but fewer more powerful clones give better speed.
Required Power Level: 10
- Name: Shady Gazearray
Type: Combination
Description: Shady and a number of clones form up and fire off their Blazer Gazes simultaneously, either casting beams over a wide area to hit dodgy opponents, or focusing on a single target to deal more damage.
Required Power Level: 10
- Personality: Shady isn't seeking the dragon balls, really- he's seeking the chance to prove himself against the best fighters of a planet. He seeks to prove not the superiority of his style or skill, but rather to test himself in pitched combat. He's usually quiet, but has a very foul mouth. Thankfully for the more sensitive earthlings, he only knows alien curses. He can't stand impostors or anyone who talks about their superiority. He knows he isn't that powerful, and as such he tries to pick his battles carefully- he can't even fly, after all. He makes up for his physical weakness by trying to learn a wide range of techniques and inventing new applications for them. After all, one strong person's Blazer Gaze isn't that strong, but 35 weak ones can do some serious damage.
History: When the Tuffles and Saiyans started showing up long ago, the people of Planet Plant were okay with it. After all, every race needs a place to call home. Then they started building sprawling cities and eating all the wildlife. The Plants realized where this was headed and left the two to their own devices, moving to another planet in the solar system they dubbed "New Plant." Here, they began practicing the martial traditions passed down by the "Violent Savior" who saved their race in a time of great need, vowing to not lose THIS homeworld. Of course, later their original homeworld blew up. They're kinda miffed about that.
Of course, we now come to Shady, son of Ice and follower of the Path of the Violent Savior. Shady's life has been fairly typical for a Plantian monk, composed of learning the traditions of his people and the martial teachings of the Violent Savior. He trained at his father's monastery all his life, until one day it burnt down under mysterious circumstances, later revealed to be because one of the students left the oven on. He decided to move out and perfect his skills in his own way, a decision he regrets immensely because he has no idea how to cook or do laundry.
A few years later, a quirk of galactic society turned up in his favor. Due to its importance to galactic history (what with the rise of the Majin, being the homeworld of many Saiyan descendants, and being a magnet for aliens and other weirdness), news regarding Earth travels fast. The news of the tournament and its incredible prize reached even to Planet Plant. This was AT LEAST 250 years of martial tradition, begging to be tested against the teachings of the Violent Savior, with the prize being the alteration of REALITY ITSELF. So he hopped aboard a freighter ship heading for Earth and decided to enter the tournament... maybe wish for his own dojo or a lifetime supply of food and fresh underwear, he's still not sure.
His entrance had been totally ruined by the giant lady behind him! This was so uncool! Here he was trying to be mysterious and she had ruined it! That was definitely it. He was intimidating! He knew he was! It's just that really tall people sucked the drama out of it. And this adventure sounded so cool- delving into ancient ruins to fight stuff that shouldn't be! He couldn't get upstaged here and miss the adventure!
"As I have said... I am Lucius Serpentson! Tyrant Prince of Gor and mast-" He muttered something under his breath. "well, I don't want to lie. Dad says lying is wrong. Um, Lucius Serpentson, Tyrant Prince of Gor and student of the arcane arts! I bring to bear the forces of flame, ice, and thunder to lay waste to my enemies! ...you know, if they're really bad people. If it's one of those jerks on the playground I only burn them a little bit. They usually get better."
With that, Lucius continued trying to look intimidating as he drank the glass of milk the bartender gave him. He ended up with a milk mustache, further ruining the effect.
Shady entered the ring, tying the red belt around his tabard. If he tripped over it in the heat of battle... well, that sort of ridiculousness was severely frowned upon. His opponent, as far as he knew, was the typical jerk human from the movies. The type who learned karate to beat people up. But that changed when Shady saw him enter the ring and the barbels on his chin began twitching. This... didn't add up. He didn't look much tougher than he should be if he just completed a regular training course... but somehow he was just a bit more powerful than the Plantian. There was a wish on the line here, and he couldn't afford to fool around. He also couldn't afford to get hurt that badly...
As the fight began, the jock began to open his mouth to talk. Shady responded by jumping into the air. One Plantian went up... and several hundred fell onto the human, swarming over him like ants.
"QUICK! GRAB HIS DUMB HAIR!"
"STEP ON HIS LEGS!"
"KICK HIM IN THE GLUBARK!"
The ever-growing mound of Shadys continued to beat up on the human, who fired off several confused ki blasts. However, soon he was stuck under their full weight and pinned to the arena. The fight was over, and the clones were all cheering as they left the arena.
"FAHU FORACE, DAHOO DORAZ!"
As the fight began, the jock began to open his mouth to talk. Shady responded by jumping into the air. One Plantian went up... and several hundred fell onto the human, swarming over him like ants.
"QUICK! GRAB HIS DUMB HAIR!"
"STEP ON HIS LEGS!"
"KICK HIM IN THE GLUBARK!"
The ever-growing mound of Shadys continued to beat up on the human, who fired off several confused ki blasts. However, soon he was stuck under their full weight and pinned to the arena. The fight was over, and the clones were all cheering as they left the arena.
"FAHU FORACE, DAHOO DORAZ!"
...Isn't Popo a genie?
This was dumb. The room smelled of the worst elements of dejected peasantry and the second coming of their lunch. But Lucius, Tyrant Prince of Gor, would not be so easily sent packing. Even if it was gross and he missed his family. No, he could not return unless he was victorious. And all the old stories his father told him about HIS adventuring days always started in a tavern. Though that might be because Uncle Granitechest was always there. The point was, a tavern reeked of adventure (alongside the aforementioned grossness). The young prince continued drinking his milk until the woman spoke up. Yes, a paladin of a noble order... a worthy companion and lackey for a prince seeking adventure. He got up, taking his staff in hand and walking over, doing his best to look sagely... and most likely failing, due to being a scrawny ten-year-old wizard.
"Paladin! Know this, for I, Lucius Serpentson, will grace your quest with my mystic might! ...for a share of the treasure. And telling my mom and dad how helpful I was please."
"Paladin! Know this, for I, Lucius Serpentson, will grace your quest with my mystic might! ...for a share of the treasure. And telling my mom and dad how helpful I was please."
Mobius took the pancakes, pouring a lot of syrup over it before picking up the fork and knife. He still had a lot of rations in his bag, including some C-Pin 929 the Fantonians had given him on the way to Earth, but he was saving that. Despite its strange texture and taste, he really liked the genetically engineered foodstuff. When Nanoha's translator broadcast in Ultra, though, he snapped to attention... before noticing it was coming from a small humanoid girl.
"Oh... a translator. I must admit I wasn't aware Earth had technology that advanced!"
He tried to hide the fact he was going immediately back to the wondrous disks of bread, trying not to seem disrespectful... but dangit, he was hungry.
"Oh... a translator. I must admit I wasn't aware Earth had technology that advanced!"
He tried to hide the fact he was going immediately back to the wondrous disks of bread, trying not to seem disrespectful... but dangit, he was hungry.
I HAVE RETURNED FROM HOLIDAY SHENANIGANS. Will post shortly.
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