Genjir

[Genji]

Basic Information:

Name: Genjir (Pronounced JEN-JEER)
Alias': Genji (GEN-GEE.)
Race: Saiyan
Age: 17 (64, Chronologically)
Gender: Male
Fighting Class: Warrior
Height: 5'9".
Weight: 147 lbs.
Hair: Black, Front is shorter than the back, just reaching his Jaw line. Hair in back just about reaches his shoulder blades and is usually tied back. Slightly too long to stick up as much as most Saiyans, it's sort of pseudo-straight with stray bits poking out all over.
Eyes: Black. Just black.
Birthdate: 720 Age. (Died 737, recently self-resurrected)
Blood Type: RED, WARRIOR BLOOD OF SAIYAN PRIDE!
Handedness: Mixed, chiefly right.
Orientation: Straight with a side of N/A.

Physical and Apparel Information:

Appearance:

(Drawing is the property of whoever the hell drew it.... I found it on google.)

Build: A somewhat slim build that possesses a deceptive amount of musculature.
Head: Angled jaw and pointed chin, rounded dome. His neck is rather thick for the size of his head. No distinguishing marks as yet.
Torso: Toned and somewhat defined. Eight-pack abs. Typical brown fur on his tail that wraps around a small bit more than the average Saiyan due to a relatively small waist size.
Arms: More toned than muscular, bones stick out at his elbows and wrists. Rather veiny.
Legs: Long. Longer than his torso. Thicker than his arms, they possess the most amount of muscle of any location on his body.
Feet: 11 mens.

Head: Occasional headband/bandanna (Hats don't really work for Saiyans). Pair of shades.
Shirt: Mostly a white T-shirt with the word "Hell" Written across it with the Saiyan Royal Crest in the middle. A medium gray and red coat with a black lining. Shoulderless Saiyan body armor beneath.
Pants: Gray and red pants that match his coat. A simple cloth belt. Saiyan armor undergarments.
Hands: Saiyan Warrior bracers.
Shoes: Black calf socks and Saiyan Warrior boots.
Misc.: N/A

Personal Information:

Personality: Prideful, Cocky, Somewhat angry. Caught somewhere in the middle between arrogant and humble, he knows who he can't beat once he's had a taste of their power and doesn't pretend to be able to beat them when he knows he can't. When he can, however, he tends to treat them as if they were trash, below him, and not worth his time. When presented with someone of power or knowledge, Genji is something of courteous, and respectful. When presented with someone he views as a rival or below him or not worth his time, that's when the real Saiyan heritage comes out. Becoming somewhat like a typical, beady eyed, needle nosed prick who thinks he's better than you.

His temper can also be somewhat explosive. A relatively short fuse while in the presence of beings he can defeat, he tends to curb himself the best he can when the person who he'd normally get pissed off at could bury him alive. One thing he has absolutely zero patience for is any form of attempted seduction. With no real interest in women or anything of the sort, a woman trying to use wiles to bend him to her will would sooner find herself broken in half over Genji's knee, rather than with him wrapped around her finger.

Slightly naive of the world at hand and how things work, Genji can get things passed right over his head at times that other, more world savvy people would see through or laugh at. Mostly earth customs and such.

Mentality: A little fanatical, but mostly sane. As sane as Saiyans get, anyway.
Hobbies: Training, Learning, Studying fighting techniques.
Talents: Tail pull ups, Mimicking and creating techniques, picking up on an opponents fighting style and adapting to it.
Likes: Combat, Power, Training, Weapons, Things that would grant him more power.
Dislikes: Benign, useless people who have no power, nor a desire to attain any.
Fears: Has a somewhat subconscious fear of death that mostly stems from a desire to not return to hell if he can help it.
Dreams: Becoming the strongest being in the universe. Restore the Saiyan Race to it's former glory.

Fighting Information:

Fighting Style{s}: Traditional Saiyan Martial Arts, Street Fighting, Ki, any multitude of adapted styles learned piece-meal from opponents.
Fighting Description: Initially, Genji fights much like a Saiyan. Some core stylization and decidedly Saiyan-specific attacks and moves to begin with. Fairly Liberal with Ki blasts of all kinds, he has no preference between melee and ranged fighting as the situation calls for it. As he observes and begins to understand his opponents movements, however, things begin to shift. In equal parts, Genjir begins to assimilate his enemies fighting style, turning their own moves against them, as well as taking what knowledge he already picked up from previous opponents to devise an effective and brutal counter to his opponents style. Using counters that target and damage the opponent's favored attacking limb, for example. Or simply-- if the opponent favors using their fists-- using his legs primarily to keep them at bay whilst still dealing damage.

All in all, predicting what Genji is going to do next is a chore, to say the least.

Ki Techniques: (A note: any techniques that say "picked up from ___" do not necessarily mean Genji has had direct contact with them in the past, merely observed a confrontation they had in hell and imitated a technique they used.)

Flight: Ability to fly by forcing Ki energy beneath you to create lift. Basic tech.

Flash Motion Technique: A sudden, temporary burst of high speed which appears to those who can't follow the increased speed as teleportation. Basically a higher grade of the After Image technique. Basic Tech.

Ki Blasts/Waves: Basic high density blasts of pure Ki Energy. Basic Tech.

Power Suppression: Ability to reduce one's powerlevel and hide it from others. Learned by necessity in hell.

Ki Sensing: Ability to feel out energy signatures, judging the source and scope of the energy, depending on familiarity with the source. Learned by necessity in hell.

Power Ball: A compressed ball of Ki launched into the atmosphere which then, when refracted through a breatheable atmosphere, generates blutz waves to stimulate the Saiyan Oozaru transformation. Typical Saiyan move. Learned it before he died.

Kiai: An invisible blast of low concentration Ki that forces objects/people/energy away from the user, but usually doesn't inflict damage.

Homing Energy Wave: A Ki wave that, bidden by the user, bends and arcs it's path to chase after an opponent.

Energy Strike: By charging Ki into a fist or leg, the user strikes with increased force.

Destructo Disk: Compression of Ki energy into a rotating razor disk that can cut through anything. A technique he picked up from Frieza. Hasn't quite gotten the hang of the remotely controlled version, yet.

Super Explosive Wave: A wave of Ki energy exuded from the entire body, forcing everything and everyone away with either direct energy or the ensuing rush of air it causes. Picked up in hell.

Eraser Gun: A powerful blast of Ki launched from the mouth. Picked up from Reccoome.

Death Beam: A narrow, concentrated beam of Ki fired from the finger-tips. All of the power of a bigger blast, less surface area. Deadly results. Pierces most anything weaker than the user. Picked up from Frieza.

Kamehameha: A concentrated, high powered energy wave fired from the hands with a specific stance and an entirely unnecessary mantra. Observing the battle with Janemba, instead of bumrushing the living world with the rest of the villains, revealed Goku's signature technique. Not that half the world doesn't know it, by now.

Hell Torrent: One of the few techniques of Genji's own invention. By observing Pikkon in his many skirmishes in hell, Genji figured out just how he turns Ki into fire, and adapted it into a blazing blast of fire breath.

Star Crusher: Another of Genji's moves. By compressing an energy sphere in his hand, the user generates a tiny sparkle of offensive energy that explodes into a large Ki blast upon impact. The fight against Janemba also gave rise this one, only Genji couldn't quite figure out how the Stardust Breaker worked. Or didn't have enough power to pull it off, either way.


Racial Powerups/Transformations:

Zenkai: Upon recovering from a near death experience, a Saiyan undergoes a substantial power boost.

Oozaru: By the light of a full moon (or any other source of blutz wave radiation), a Saiyan with his tail intact transforms into a mighty beast, ten times the size and power of his normal state.

Super Saiyan: The Legendary State. By creating a need for power in ones mind, one is granted it. Hair becomes golden and floats upward into an even more spiked state, eyes become a greenish blue, and power absolutely sky-rockets.

Biographical Information:

Family:
Father: Jarrep, 62, Middle-Class Saiyan Warrior, Still Dead.
Mother: Kauli, 53, Low-Class Saiyan/Store Owner, Still Dead.
Siblings: None


History:
Life on Planet Plant was about as easy as one could possibly expect it to be when it came to Saiyans. Being his parent's first and only child, he wasn't immediately sent off to conquer other planets, even though his powerlevel upon birth was negligible. Particularly considering there were the early stages of a war going on. Schooling, physical abuse and training, lots and lots of fighting.... Every able body was needed to combat the surprisingly resilient native race of the planet. Ten years passed and Genji, along with all the other Saiyans transformed at the rare full moon of the planet and annihilated the Tuffles. Flash forward seven years of political change and civil settling under the new King Vegeta, followed by Tyrant Frieza. Genji had, by now taken over a small handful of planets along with others around his age. Which sealed his fate when a small sun obliterated him and the entire planet Vegeta.

Much of the next several years were something of a dream-- or more a nightmare. Processed through the check-in station, sent down to hell. Torment. Pain. Screams. Echoing.

At some point, Genjir became conscious of it all once again. Whether he'd had his body from the beginning or not, he had it now. But he had it in hell, where he was now trapped. Years passed. Decades. Fighting and surviving-- or what could be defined as, considering they were all already dead. His power grew against demons and villains sent to hell from across the galaxy. Their names were never important, only their skills, their abilities... and their defeat. Wins, losses, near mutual annihilation.

And then, over time, stronger and stronger beings were sent to hell. Stories of Saiyans who were responsible. Goku something. Vegeta something....

"Wait... Vegeta? The fuck?" King Vegeta was in hell with the rest of them. Had been from the beginning-- or as near a beginning as Genji could fathom. Could they have meant the prince? Had he survived their destruction?

Years continued to pass, power continued to grow. New opponents, monstrous opponents. He learned, he lost, he recovered, he came back for revenge. Eventually, out of sheer rage, frustration, and a despairing sense of futility, it happened. He transformed. His hair... His power. The Legend... He had become a Super Saiyan. Those who he couldn't hope to stand up to before were crushed under his fingertips. He reveled in it. But he was still trapped.... Trapped in hell.

Eventually the constant struggle grew boring, and Genji took to searching for a way out. He'd hid before. Before he was strong enough to stand his own against certain of the denizens of hell. But never had he truly explored it's depths. But now he did. It seemed to stretch on forever, but in truth it didn't. For years of eternal damnation he explored every inch of the underworld. There seemed only one purchase in the void, but it was constantly guarded by Pikkon, a strange green being with power greater than any other in hell. Sometimes he would be distracted, but never long enough to sneak out. And where was out? Yemma, the supposed ruler of this place, was supposed to be even stronger.

Then, one day, all hell broke loose. Literally. Some grotesque creature emerged in the other world and completely shattered the bounds of their realm. All of the powerful beings of hell leaped at the sudden opportunity. Genjir stayed behind. Partly out of a fear of the unknown-- for forty some years he'd spent his existence in hell, it was all he really knew-- partly out of the futility of it. If they did make it out to the living realm, they'd just be killed by whoever killed them in the first place. Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, a dozen names or more. So instead, Genji watched. Standing on a high needle-like mountain, he watched with the abilities he'd learned over the years. "So that's this Goku guy, huh? And...So it is the prince...." Genji couldn't help but smirk with a disdainful admiration. They were monsters. More powerful than any other Saiyan that had existed. More powerful than every being of hell.

The battle against that creature that seemed to call itself 'Janemba' taught him quite a bit. A few mimicked moves, a few new ones. That ridiculous dance that fused the two Saiyans was of particular interest. Not that he had anyone to combine with. Nor a desire to rely on the power of others, even if combined with his own.

The battle ended, and all was righted with the living world. From Hitler to Cell, the denizens of hell were returned to where they belonged, and Genji delivered many an I-told-you-so. The dimensional bounds were fixed, and they were, once again, trapped. "Maybe I should have gone... Could have hidden out or something... Blended in." Retrospection and nothing more as he resumed searching for a way out, particularly having just thrown his away. Another year or two-- immeasurable in that place-- and Genjir found what he could not believe. A crack. A rift in the dimensions, left over from the battle with that blubbery freak.

Genjir was giddy, scared, and unsure all at the same time. He kept it from all of the others. It was in the deepest, darkest reaches of hell where most others daren't tread. He sat on the uncertain knowledge of this rift for several years until, one day he noticed that the rift was decidedly smaller than it had been. He stared at the sudden hole in dark existence-- a hollow light in the black of some cave that revealed a blue existence on the other side, yet emanated nothing on the cave walls or upon the viewer. Then the rift suddenly shuddered and shrank by several inches. Panic filled him. He didn't know where it went. Surely anywhere was better than this indefinite torment in an enormous cage, right? Right!? But what if there WERE someplace worse? It'd be just the luck of a Saiyan to end up right there... He wrestled with himself as the rift continued to close incrementally until, finally:

"GggrraaaAAGGHH!" Without further hesitation, Genji flung himself through the opening just before it grew too small to fit through.



RP Sample:

Falling... Falling... Falling....

Through bright light, followed by dense clouds.

Falling... Falling... Fall-

"Oh, fuck this."

No more falling.

With a twist of energy through his reasonably powerful body, Genji stopped falling just as he fell through the bottom of a set of strange, insubstantial clouds. Below and before him was a penetrating darkness that seemed to go on for most of a forever. I say most because, as he lowered himself further down away from the strange clouds that emanated a pale light, deep in the black there seemed to be a single pinprick of light. Shifting and twisting, a bit yellow, a bit red, a bit white. "No place else to go, aside from back up." That was quite a bit of falling to counteract, however. And it wasn't as if there seemed to be more than one place to check out down there in the black....

Angling down, he kicked on the afterburners, and a jagged, pale blue aura surrounded him as he shot downwards, toward the light. It took an amount of time that would have been unbearable to anyone who hadn't just spent what was probably a life-time trapped in the bowels of hell. Even to Genji-- who was anxious for anything but that place and it's defined, if expansive, territory-- the wait was growing taxing. But he persisted, and, eventually... Came out in fire. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!!" He bellowed as he hovered above an enormous, circular field of raging fire. "HOW THE FFFFFFFUCK DID I END UP BACK IN HELL!?" He growled ferocious anger and blasted back up, towards the black.

Only the black was no longer there. There was only light that grew brighter until he emerged out of a relatively large hole in what seemed to be a mountain. "... A volcano? What...?" He coughed through belching smoke that rose off of the lake of fire below and flew higher, away from the smoke. Looking around; sand... some green stuff-- plants, he assumed--, and an endless blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

"....Where the hell am I, now?"

[Raditz]

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