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Holy fuck I can't believe I didn't notice this. I was looking for a freeform, writing-intensive mecha game for a long, long time. I'm gonna start working on my character as soon as I can.

@praxitilies

Current character concept: A team of scientists manage to recreate a deceased human brain (from someone who donated their body to science, of course) in an atomic-level computer simulation for the first time, effectively resurrecting the dead by cloning the dead man (note that the original person is still dead. This is just a perfect copy). However, what the scientists didn't realize is that the dead man was a former BAAA combatant, and was very interested in returning to his sport of choice. He'd interact in the physical world with an android-like body, but would swap to a remotely-controlled mech for arena combat.

Also a Discord would be amazing. I'd make it myself if you wanted.
Adrian was annoyed. He was constantly on the run from the Marines, but his island-hopping journey had led him to, of all places, Loguetown. A place with a good pirate culture due to its proximity to the Grand Line, but a horrible World Government infestation.

Many pirates had been caught here. He'd been lucky that his weapons were concealable; he could hide them under his clothing. Or failing that, in the bag he carried on him.

He had a ship he used to get here: A small yacht, stolen from a well-to-do individual on the last island he was on. He always liked to steal a different boat from each place he escaped from, when things got hairy. The Marines on the next island wouldn't recognize the boat that pulled in, and with a careful application of disguises, he could pass as its owner. So here he was, disguised as a rich tourist to the site of Gol. D. Roger's execution. But of course, such a ruse wouldn't work forever.

Still, the One Piece was beyond the Grand Line. There were lots of pirates here as a result. The Marines wouldn't be looking for him if there were a thousand other criminals passing through every day.

Criminal. He hated that word now, oh so very much. It was a word that the World Government could use to label anyone it didn't like as a threat to be neutralized, by any means necessary. Sure, he was no saint. But he was a damn sight better than the countless bloodthirsty pirates that plagued the East Blue alone, and he didn't deserve to be treated like them for standing up to oppression! He was a rebel, not a crook! But of course, to a totalitarian regime, there was no distinction.

But, alas, this was the world he lived in, and so here he was, getting breakfast from a deserted, seedy bar in the middle of the morning on an island full of Marines who would try to arrest him on sight.

But then he overheard something from another table.

“Ahem… ‘Alesia’ is quite a common name. We’re just ‘treasure hunters’, and those damned marines are the ones who attacked us first,” Alesia dragged a chair from the nearby table, “But the Scarlet Pirates is recruiting, and we’re still deciding on how to split our spoils. I’m thinking of an even split of 10 million, and the reserves will go to a new ship after we reach the Grand Line. The Reverse Mountain is a bit troublesome to cross…”

Alesia? That captain Alesia? The new kid on the block that prioritized finding treasure over theft and murder? Well, this was an interesting development!

He'd known that he would need protection for a while now. There was only so much even the equivalent of a mid-to-high-tier CP9 agent could do on their own to evade capture by an entire planet of Marines. He had been running and fighting with no end goal. There was no place safe from a government that owned the world. You couldn't get out of their jurisdiction, you couldn't seek asylum, you couldn't do jack. So to get away from them, the best place to hide was among the criminal population. Unfortunately, that tended to surround you with pirates the majority of the time.

But Alesia was different. At least, so far. She primarily sought after treasure that didn't belong to anyone (such as the One Piece), and she had directly attacked a Marine ship. And evidently, she won.

If he was going to get protection from the Marines, an end goal, and a permanent place to sleep and store more belongings than could fit in a knapsack, here was his only chance.

He finished up his food, paid his tab, and approached her with a jovial expression on his face. An expression that wasn't actually forced, for once. His emotions were showing due to the seriousness of this opportunity.

"Hello there, Captain. Do you mind if I sit here? I have something to ask you."

@Noodles
@Double
Did Juze and Wu have a difficult enough time fighting them?
Donnie

Location: Dead Zone Intersection --> Other Dead Zone Intersection
Word Count: 519
EXP: (16/30) + 1 = (17/30)


Remembering something, he turned back briefly, grabbing the downed Smoker spirit (as the green gas had cleared), and shoved it in the Luggage.

Then Donnie paled as the carnage ended and he noted that Gene had gotten covered in some kind of foul green goop. It instantly reminded him of the Plague of Undeath. The Scourge would use Blight gas as a bioweapon, releasing the foul green gas to infect anyone unfortunate enough to breathe it in. Any who died would be revived as a mindless undead, serving the Lich King.

Of course, Gene was bathed in a liquid, not a gas, and it resembled vomit more than anything else. But still, he wouldn't have been surprised if it harbored whatever plague was animating these corpses. "Gene!" he said as he flew near the brawler, "That stuff might not just be diseased, it might make you one of them if left alone long enough! Trust me, I know from experience!"

Blazermate began calling to Gene so she could heal him, and Donnie said, "Good thinking. It could keep the infection at bay. Since this whole mixed-worlds thing wrecked my memory, I've been remembering some of the spells I lost. If I get lucky enough to remember my Detox spell in time, I should be able to cure it. Keep your healing beam on him until then."

Then they neared the four gentlemen with strange fashion sense who were fighting what looked like a huge, swollen zombie. It walked on all fours, and it resembled one of the Scourge's Abominations. And yet, it seemed even stupider than those. At least the Abominations were stitched together from several corpses, including their brains. And yet they could use melee weapons like meat cleavers and hooks! They could even talk, albeit like a brain-damaged kobold!

Whatever this thing was, it traded brains for even more strength and durability. A trade that seemed to be working out for it if these four couldn't kill it with all the injuries they had piled onto it.

In any event, he couldn't get close. He stuck to pelting it with Chi Bursts from his mount, safely out of reach.

That was before the thing picked up a car and threw it at him with unexpected accuracy. At full power, Donnie would have dodged it easily. But he was slower than he used to be. He got hit in the right arm, the impact completely shattering all of the bones and bending it at an unnatural angle. Yelling in pain, he cast Vivify frantically, until the arm knitted itself back together. Taking a deep breath, he inspected the armor. Thankfully, it had held up due to its magic, but it hadn't protected him from the blunt force trauma.

He needed to take this thing seriously.

He ascended a good eighty feet, to the very edge of Chi Burst's 40-yard range, to give himself precious seconds in the event he needed to dodge another improvised projectile. In-between letting his stamina recharge, he continued firing Chi Bursts down at the creature. Would this zombie just keel over and die already!?


Oh crap, I forgot to add my sheet to this tab. I'm used to storing all my sheets in the OOC thread. Here it is.

The master waited. Five minutes. Then ten. The energy source got closer...and then seemed to veer off in another direction. He did some quick calculations in his head to figure out where it was going. It was heading to Kiwi Town!

His blood ran cold. Kiwi Town was Juze's hometown. He had been there to visit some relatives when he had witnessed Juze's kidnapping and stopped it. The rest was history.

"JUZE!" he yelled. "COME OUT! CHANGE OF PLANS!"

* * *

Juze felt the power source shift direction as well, and when his master yelled for him, he ran to the edge of the mountain path only too quickly.

The dojo was a humble wooden building, situated along a gravel path that cut through the grasses that grew on the mountain at this time of year. More importantly, it overlooked a cliff, giving them an excellent view of the surrounding countryside. Kiwi Town wasn't that far from the mountain, visible in the far distance.

It would be a long drive, and a longer walk. But it would be a quick fly. Juze had been worried about something like this ever since he started training to use his ki, but he had never imagined his town would be attacked. He would defer to what his master said.

"Do...do you want me to go with you?" Juze said, with fear and worry in his voice.

Wo closed his eyes again. When he opened them, he said, "Yes. I taught you your techniques so that you could use them to defend yourself from ki-using attackers, but many of them will want to harm others. Your training in the Falcon School is incomplete, but that does not mean you should not use what I taught you to protect your--"

Juze started flying ahead, still wearing his Falcon School gi.

Wu spluttered with disbelief as he started flying, shouting, "WHY YOU...! DON'T LEAVE WHEN SOMEONE IS TALKING!"

"Sorry," Juze said back, laughing despite the seriousness of the situation. "It's an emergency!"

Wu grumbled a bit about "kids these days," but didn't say more than that, and they soon neared the town.

They were greeted with a screeching sound, as two small green aliens with what looked like exposed brains for heads stopped attacking the nearby townspeople and flew towards them at top speed.

They weren't friendly. The one on the left attacked Wu, leaving Juze to fight the rightmost one.

The Saibaman struck at Juze with a claw, which Juze managed to duck, only for it to knee him in his exposed face. As Juze saw stars, the Saibaman got on top of him and tried to swipe and strike his face repeatedly. Juze caught both of its arms and, whirling in midair, threw it into the sky.

Using the wind to increase his speed beyond even a normal afterimage, he rapidly caught up and kicked it in where its spine likely was.

The Saibaman wasn't without a trick up its sleeve though. It turned around, recovering from the strike, and its head split open, spraying acid. Juze managed to dodge the initial acid spray, but this was actually what the Saibaman wanted. It sliced Juze across the chest with a claw, creating a gash across his pectorals, before it elbowed him in the exposed, bleeding wound.

Juze was sent tumbling, screaming in pain.

Wu, still engaged in his own battle and winning handily at the moment, tried to rush to his aid, but the injured Saibaman he was fighting appeared in front of him, blocking his progress.

Juze managed to stop his tumbling, but the Saibaman was rushing straight towards him, intent on finishing him off. But it left itself open for a ranged counterattack.

"FLAME SPHERE!" Juze yelled, throwing his hands forward with his fingers curled as he released a white-hot fireball from his hands. The Saibaman desperately tried to dodge the flaming projectile, but its right leg was hit by the blast, setting it on fire. The flame rapidly spread to encompass its entire body, engulfing the alien in flames as it screamed in that horrible screechy voice.

Then the flaming creature began moving towards him. Rapidly. While still screaming. Juze desperately recalled the Flame Sphere, still intact, as he shot upwards. This battle was above the town, and he couldn't risk the Flame Sphere's explosion injuring anyone below. And he wasn't sure the alien would burn to death before it got to him.

He only got about a thousand feet up before the alien began getting too close for comfort. He had to kill it now.

So, he did what he needed to do. "To all scientists around the world searching for extraterrestrial life..." he said, as he screwed his eyes shut, "I'm sorry for this!"

The rapidly-moving Flame Sphere collided with the burning Saibaman, resulting in a gigantic explosion. When the dust cleared, the alien was completely disintegrated, with barely anything left to note that it had once been there.

That explosion was a bit too big to come from just one Flame Sphere... Juze thought to himself. Then, he realized something.

"OH CRAP!" he yelled as he flew downwards to deal with the other Saibaman.

* * *

Master Wu had done a lot better than his student, easily overpowering his opponent. A rock-covered fist slammed into the alien's face as Wu prepared to finish it off...only for it to start laughing?

It only took a moment before the alien gained an unspeakable amount of speed and wrapped itself around his chest, binding his arms in place. He tried to break free, but it was too strong. He tried to headbutt it, but its short height didn't allow him to make contact.

It screeched again, then wore a diabolical grin. What was it going to do to him? He had to think of something fast, before he found out what it was!

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HIM!" a voice called.

Wu barely had time to look up before Juze's rock-covered fists began to mercilessly pummel the alien's body, to the point where it didn't even have the presence of mind to activate its self-destruct and end this nonsense. His fists slammed into it, again and again, for almost three solid minutes.

By the time he was done, the alien's head was unrecognizable, and had the consistency of Play-Doh. What passed for the bones in its chest were shattered, and its organs were smashed. The rock-armor on Juze's hands were covered in purple blood.

Only then did it finally release its grip, and fall hundreds of feet to the street below as onlookers observed in horror.

"It was going to explode," Juze said as he breathed heavily.

Soon, the cameras started flashing, as people caught sight of the local hero and that astronomer's kid floating in the sky.

Juze dispelled the rock-armor and put his hands on his knees, panting after pushing himself so hard. Wu put a hand on Juze's back. "You did well. You saved thousands of lives today, as well as my own. What do you say we get your injuries looked at, and, maybe then we can go back to training?"

Juze responded through his exhaustion, "Not an option. I sense more of them, around the world. We're going to need to deal with that."

Wu said, "There's more than just us capable of dealing with them. Don't you sense the other energy sources? You're bleeding from the chest, don't push yourself."

Juze smiled. "Maybe, but we do know their capabilities now. We should find my parents, they can get this info to the right people, and maybe then the government can coordinate a defense."

"Good thinking," Wu said as they descended, a purpose set.
Master Wu's foot collided with the side of Juze's face for what felt like the fifteenth time that afternoon, sending him flying a hundred feet through the open air. He managed to recover before he hit a nearby mountain, stopping his momentum by flying in the opposite direction briefly. But no sooner had he gotten his bearings before the old man was in front of him, having used the wind to dramatically enhance his speed. Juze barely blocked the punch, but Wu was faster still, vanishing and attacking from another direction with a kick to Juze's back, sending him upwards slightly. Then, Wu appeared above him and struck at his abdomen, which sent Juze down to the Earth...only for the master to be dragged along for the ride. The cause quickly became apparent as they hurtled downwards: Juze had intentionally wrapped his calves around Wu's right leg, and with some mid-air maneuvering, Juze was able to let go at a specific time and deal a heavy blow to the chest, sending Wu to the ground and leaving a small crater.

"Ugh...you've done well!" Wu said, as he pulled himself out of the depression he'd created with the force of his fall. "You managed to catch me off-guard, and reversed the flow of battle to boot!" He looked at the sun in the sky. "It's about lunchtime. What do you say we go to the nearby village and get some ramen to celebrate?"

"Sounds good to me!" Juze said as he descended to the ground. They both started to walk off down the mountain path when Juze stilled. "Hey...do you feel that?"

Wu stopped, and closed his eyes. "Hmm...I sense that power as well. It feels...not of this world."

"...Can we investigate?" Juze said, perhaps a bit too giddily.

"No, not yet." Wu said quickly as he opened his eyes, realizing the implications of his previous statement. "It may be hostile, and I don't want you risking your life needlessly, especially if it's as strong as it feels."

"Um...Master?"

"What?"

"I think it's getting closer."

"Skip the ramen, go inside and let me handle this!"

"Master, it's an alien. I need to be here, and it doesn't feel that strong."

Wu looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. "Aren't you more cautious than this most of the time?! Go inside and hide your energy! If you really must, go find a place to view it and take notes! Maybe record it or something. It's broadcasting its energy and rushing straight towards us, I don't think this will be the peaceful first contact you think it will!"

"...Yes, master," Juze said, looking crestfallen as he suppressed his power level to a minuscule amount. He began to walk away.

"If it proves too much for me to handle on my own," Wu said as Juze walked back towards the dojo, "Then you can help me, within reason. If it's strong enough that both of us can't deal with it, then just run."

"Yes, master!" Juze said, much more enthusiastically, as he ran into the dojo and quickly tried to find a hiding place that would let him observe the battle from there. It didn't matter, of course: Feeling their energies would be almost as useful as a direct view.

Master Wu Lin, in turn, stood outside, waiting tensely for the threat to get close.
Name: Juze Ito
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Juze is fascinated by the stars, and even more so by the prospect of life beyond Earth. Once the Saiyans arrive, he will be ecstatic rather than worried, at least at first. He also learned the Falcon style primarily to protect himself. It was only at his master's insistence that he may end up fighting other superhuman martial artists--some who may be less than savory--that he regrettably decided to learn its more powerful (and dangerous) techniques. He tends to be obsessively neat and organized, and, while outgoing, tends to be careful, not liking to take risks.

Still, just because he doesn't like to take risks doesn't mean that he won't do so when necessary, and he's been known to help others in danger whenever he can. He's also notable for not keeping his martial arts as much of a secret as he probably should, as he uses them in his everyday life, be it flying to class when he's running late or making a nice campfire with his flame powers. If his master chose not to on the day he was almost kidnapped, why should he?

Juze can sometimes be a little prissy as well, due to his rich upbringing. His training with Master Wu largely conditioned this out of him, compared to his earlier days, and he tends to keep his discomfort to himself, but he's definitely not used to the horrors of battle. While Master Wu warned him about conflicts with other ki users, it certainly hasn't happened yet.

History: Juze was born into a family of prominent astronomers, and as a result, Juze grew up surrounded by scientific knowledge. Scientifically-literate at an earlier age than most, he often dreamed of the stars as a child. And he could afford to do so, as rich as his family was through his father's groundbreaking research.

It was a near-tragedy, however, that completely changed his trajectory in life. When he was 14, on the way home from a party late at night, a gang of kidnappers shoved him into a car at gunpoint, shoved a bag over his head, and drove off with him inside. Almost as soon as the car had taken off, however, it was stopped dead in its tracks, even as the tires squealed in protest to the driver still trying to floor the accelerator. Juze didn't know what was happening, but the kidnappers around him started screaming in panic and metal could be heard tearing. Gunshots were fired, the sounds of fighting were heard, and before he knew it, the bag was ripped off of his head.

A serious-faced old man was staring back at him, and the car around him was an absolute mess. The engine in front was smoking, the doors had been ripped clean off, and the kidnappers around him were either groaning in pain from their shattered bones or out cold.

From there, the expected happened. He was escorted back home, the police got involved, a news crew showed up at his house, and the old man was seen as a citywide hero for saving a child.

But Juze, after his shock faded, wanted something more from his savior. He wanted to learn how to do what the old man did that night, so that it could never happen again. The old man, who introduced himself as Master Wu Lin, agreed to teach him as a normal student at his dojo, though it was quite a trip to get there, being several miles outside of town, in the nearby mountains. His parents agreed that Master Wu would tutor Juze every summer between school years, and the training became a harsh, if regular, ritual of his life.

Every year, he would be driven up the mountain road to Wu's dojo, and he would tolerate the rustic conditions (he was a rich city kid, after all), while he learned the way of ki-infused martial arts. The stuff he learned was nothing short of fascinating. He learned to fly, lift trees and boulders over his head, sense the energy of nearby individuals, and learned Master Wu's specific style of martial arts: the Falcon school, a martial arts school that focused on harnessing one's own ki to release elemental-infused attacks. There were many directions a Falcon student could go into once they completed the general training, as the school opened up access to the Five Elements, or godai: Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, and Void.

Now in college, Juze continues his training, but has much more to learn. But he would have never imagined that beings from the stars he cherished so much as a child would visit Earth during his lifetime, and wouldn't have dreamed he would need to punch them in the face!

Techniques
--> Earth Shell: By using his ki to grab onto the dirt, stone, or metal round him, Juze can manipulate earth from the nearby ground into super-dense stone or metallic body armor capable of absorbing ki attacks by infusing the earth with his own energy. If he puts it on a striking surface such as his hands or feet, strikes do significantly more damage. Of course, the durability of the armor is limited by his own strength: Attacks from stronger beings will compromise its integrity, and it may even break it outright if they truly outclass him.
--> Flame Sphere: Juze can release a sphere of plasma-like ki-infused flame from his hand, which he can shoot at an opponent and detonate in a large explosion, or choose not to detonate it and strike the opponent with the mass of flame, setting them alight. Juze does not like to use this technique because of how dangerous it can be if mishandled. While Juze can put out the flame and end the technique if someone or something is caught in the crossfire, it's still risky.
--> Water Barrage: Juze can coalesce ambient water molecules into droplets (or generate water from his ki, though this takes significantly more energy to do), infuse them with his ki, and shoot it at the opponent in a barrage of ki projectiles.
--> Wind Rush: By harnessing the air around him (or even generating it from his ki, though this is taxing and rarely necessary), Juze can dramatically enhance his speed, soaring towards an enemy and usually unleashing a barrage of blows.
Donnie

Word Count: 992

EXP: (14/30) + 2 = (16/30)


Donnie's heart sank as he followed the van on his Disc. He should have known from the name "Dead Zone." He had thought it was merely a barren wasteland. That would have been par for the course. Instead, it was chock-full of ghouls and what looked like man-sized insects with vaguely humanoid features.

But it was mainly the undead he was concerned about. The Plague of Undeath, also known as the Blight, had not only killed his whole family while he was on the Wandering Isle, but it had nearly wiped out all life on his world. It still would have, if the Jailer of the Damned didn't exist. He did not hate the Forsaken, unlike most humans, but that did not mean he didn't take their more mindless cousins extremely seriously.

Some of the undead he was used to dealing with were armed with weapons, protected by armor, or even remembered some magical techniques from their former lives. But even the more mindless ghouls were capable of overwhelming an experienced opponent. There was a reason that, from the things he'd read, the Scourge had used them as shock troops. And that wasn't even getting into the diseases they could carry. Or the smell.

He didn't remember Detox. Catching something from one of those zombies could be disastrous. All in all, it reminded him far too much of the Plaguelands, and the Northrend conflict. The worst part was that he hadn't been adventuring at the time that war was fought, and didn't have nearly as much experience in this scenario. This could be bad.

Of course, he'd have to be blind to not also notice that Nico drove like a drunken dwarf going for a joyride in a stolen steam tank. While it definitely killed a lot of zombies (and shoving her still-burning cigarette into a bug's face was a nice touch), he was more worried for the integrity of the car. Shouldn't the windshield at least have been smashed in by this point? It had to be made out of sterner stuff than it looked.

Then the car had to stop at an intersection where there had likely been some kind of pile-up. Nero got out of the car, brandishing some kind of sword, and ordered them to deal with the zombies while he cleared out the insects.

Frankly, he'd probably have been more comfortable with those disgusting things than the zombies, but he was professional enough to know when to defer to the person with the most experience. Unlike Jak, Daxter, Ratchet, and Clank, who went completely gung-ho, he was going to stick to the plan.

"Very well!" he said to the demon hunter as he flew into the fray, Fists unsheathed. The first zombie didn't even have time to react before it was decapitated, the corpse falling over and leaving a Spirit behind. Quick as a flash, he grabbed it.

Well, this was what he was dreading: Holding an enemy's Spirit. He instantly decided that later on, he'd turn it into an object. Better than absorbing it, or worse, making it a Striker and potentially spreading diseases around when it attacked people. If there was something similar to the Blight responsible for this, he didn't want to be responsible for spreading it further.

He continued to fly around, rapidly slicing through his victims efficiently and mercilessly. It was as he was bearing down on his thirty-first target, however, that something slimy grabbed a hold of his left gauntlet. The tongue, as he soon discovered it was, was pulling with significant force, possibly enough to pull him off the Disc if he hadn't grabbed onto the flying artifact by hooking his right elbow over the edge of the Disc and clinging for dear life. He could have tried slicing it, but with both hands occupied, that was a bad idea. Instead, he tried something more creative. And fun.

He gunned the Disc, zooming across the street and dragging whatever it was behind him. He heard the sound of it being agonizingly pulled along the pavement, and risking a look back, he saw it was some kind of zombie with several growths on its head, growths that were bursting under the friction and releasing some kind of foul green gas as it left a trail of blood in its wake.

Having completely overpowered this long-tongued zombie, he gained altitude slightly and sent the zombie careening into a nearby group of undead, bowling them over, followed by intentionally crashing the zombie's face into the side of a nearby truck in a collision powerful enough to shatter its skull, send it flopping to the ground, and break the tongue as Donnie flew on, getting back to his feet.

Turning back to the gathering of ghouls that were attempting (poorly) to pull themselves back up after the Smoker-collision had knocked them into a loose pile, Donnie sheathed his handblades and fired a few Chi Bursts down at the crowd, blasting them to bloody giblets.

Unfortunately, it seemed that all the mayhem had attracted one of the insects away from Nero's gang, and it quickly entered his personal space, attempting to claw his face off. Donnie retaliated by grabbing its forelegs before they could meet his exposed jaw and throwing the thing over his shoulder, holding the shrieking insect off the edge of the Disc. He then stomped on its face, over and over, until the disgusting mockery of an insect stopped moving, before he dropped the inert corpse to the ground below, where the force of its impact caved in the roof of the car it landed on.

Ugh. I hate bug-monsters. They remind me of the mantids, Donnie thought to himself as he finished collecting the Spirits he had taken through rapid use of the Luggage (and grabbing the first zombie's Spirit item from where had dropped it), and unsheathed the Fists again, prepared to kill more zombies.

Name: Juze Ito
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: Juze is fascinated by the stars, and even more so by the prospect of life beyond Earth. Once the Saiyans arrive, he will be ecstatic rather than worried, at least at first. He also learned the Falcon style primarily to protect himself. It was only at his master's insistence that he may end up fighting other superhuman martial artists--some who may be less than savory--that he regrettably decided to learn its more powerful (and dangerous) techniques. He tends to be obsessively neat and organized, and, while outgoing, tends to be careful, not liking to take risks.

Still, just because he doesn't like to take risks doesn't mean that he won't do so when necessary, and he's been known to help others in danger whenever he can. He's also notable for not keeping his martial arts as much of a secret as he probably should, as he uses them in his everyday life, be it flying to class when he's running late or making a nice campfire with his flame powers. If his master chose not to on the day he was almost kidnapped, why should he?

Juze can sometimes be a little prissy as well, due to his rich upbringing. His training with Master Wu largely conditioned this out of him, compared to his earlier days, and he tends to keep his discomfort to himself, but he's definitely not used to the horrors of battle. While Master Wu warned him about conflicts with other ki users, it certainly hasn't happened yet.

History: Juze was born into a family of prominent astronomers, and as a result, Juze grew up surrounded by scientific knowledge. Scientifically-literate at an earlier age than most, he often dreamed of the stars as a child. And he could afford to do so, as rich as his family was through his father's groundbreaking research.

It was a near-tragedy, however, that completely changed his trajectory in life. When he was 14, on the way home from a party late at night, a gang of kidnappers shoved him into a car at gunpoint, shoved a bag over his head, and drove off with him inside. Almost as soon as the car had taken off, however, it was stopped dead in its tracks, even as the tires squealed in protest to the driver still trying to floor the accelerator. Juze didn't know what was happening, but the kidnappers around him started screaming in panic and metal could be heard tearing. Gunshots were fired, the sounds of fighting were heard, and before he knew it, the bag was ripped off of his head.

A serious-faced old man was staring back at him, and the car around him was an absolute mess. The engine in front was smoking, the doors had been ripped clean off, and the kidnappers around him were either groaning in pain from their shattered bones or out cold.

From there, the expected happened. He was escorted back home, the police got involved, a news crew showed up at his house, and the old man was seen as a citywide hero for saving a child.

But Juze, after his shock faded, wanted something more from his savior. He wanted to learn how to do what the old man did that night, so that it could never happen again. The old man, who introduced himself as Master Wu Lin, agreed to teach him as a normal student at his dojo, though it was quite a trip to get there, being several miles outside of town, in the nearby mountains. His parents agreed that Master Wu would tutor Juze every summer between school years, and the training became a harsh, if regular, ritual of his life.

Every year, he would be driven up the mountain road to Wu's dojo, and he would tolerate the rustic conditions (he was a rich city kid, after all), while he learned the way of ki-infused martial arts. The stuff he learned was nothing short of fascinating. He learned to fly, lift trees and boulders over his head, sense the energy of nearby individuals, and learned Master Wu's specific style of martial arts: the Falcon school, a martial arts school that focused on harnessing one's own ki to release elemental-infused attacks. There were many directions a Falcon student could go into once they completed the general training, as the school opened up access to the Five Elements, or godai: Fire, Earth, Wind, Water, and Void.

Now in college, Juze continues his training, but has much more to learn. But he would have never imagined that beings from the stars he cherished so much as a child would visit Earth during his lifetime, and wouldn't have dreamed he would need to punch them in the face!

Techniques
--> Earth Shell: By using his ki to grab onto the dirt, stone, or metal round him, Juze can manipulate earth from the nearby ground into super-dense stone or metallic body armor capable of absorbing ki attacks by infusing the earth with his own energy. If he puts it on a striking surface such as his hands or feet, strikes do significantly more damage. Of course, the durability of the armor is limited by his own strength: Attacks from stronger beings will compromise its integrity, and it may even break it outright if they truly outclass him.
--> Flame Sphere: Juze can release a sphere of plasma-like ki-infused flame from his hand, which he can shoot at an opponent and detonate in a large explosion, or choose not to detonate it and strike the opponent with the mass of flame, setting them alight. Juze does not like to use this technique because of how dangerous it can be if mishandled. While Juze can put out the flame and end the technique if someone or something is caught in the crossfire, it's still risky.
--> Water Barrage: Juze can coalesce ambient water molecules into droplets (or generate water from his ki, though this takes significantly more energy to do), infuse them with his ki, and shoot it at the opponent in a barrage of ki projectiles.
--> Wind Rush: By harnessing the air around him (or even generating it from his ki, though this is taxing and rarely necessary), Juze can dramatically enhance his speed, soaring towards an enemy and usually unleashing a barrage of blows.
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