Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 5:30:40 GMT -5
:Name:
Caracol
:Race:
Namekian
:Gender:
Genderless(male)
:Age:
16
:Aura color:
Purple
:Appearance:
Like the rest of his race Caracol has light green skin that hasn't darkened from age with pink spots and red rings on his body along with pointed ears and two antenna sprouting from his bald head. Unlike most of the others Caracol prefers to be shirtless and the only clothing he has is a pair of dark blue pants and brown shoes.
:Racial Traits:
•Namekians have the ability to regenerate lost limbs almost instantaneously, however this only works if their brain is intact.
•Namekians have powerful hearing, both a blessing and a curse as they are more vulnerable than most to sonic based attacks.
•Namekians can survive on only water, needing no other sustenance.
•Namekians have the ability to sync with another Namekian in certain circumstances.
•A Namekians body and limbs are also extremely flexible. They can elongate their arms and legs at will.
•Namekians start with four techniques
:Techniques:
- Flight-The ability to fly using ki.
- Energy Barrier Shield: The purely defensive technique that forms a barrier around a person in a bubble. It is more defensive than other basic techniques, but can only be used while being immobilized
- Electric Attack: Utilizing his ki in a different manner, Caracol can shoot electricity from his antenna or from the palms of his hands.
- Energy Beam: A basic attack used by gathering energy into either hand or both and it is released in the form of a beam
:Starting Planet:
Namek
:History:
Caracol was what you would expect from a Namekian child raised in a small traditional village. He minded his elders, tended his trees with a most ridged of time scales, did his best to excel in his arts, and of course he was insanly curious about the city life. Like all the rest he heard the stories of old, about the dark times that drove them to the point of extenction before a hero arrived to save them with the dragon balls. Caracol used to listen wided eyed at the stories of Piccolo the lost brother who returned home to battle for the wounded pride of all Namekian's who inspired the warriors of today to train for such an encounter. While Vail was lenient with his son, allowing him to train in his freetime only because there was no real law against it and it did help with his chores, Caracol often wondered how his life would have been should he abandon the old ways and take to the city like so many others.
But he did not. Caracol liked peace, he liked planting trees, liked visiting his friends in other villages for talks with their elders and playing with his friends. How fun it was to race with his friends across the sky when he learned to fly, and to spend the days looking into the empty green sky as one sun set as the other rose. Because of the traditional ways Caracol had a childhood, one that would be forever looked on fondly when the dark times returned, and from the way the elders spoke in hushed tones when they thought no one was listening the dark times are coming again. They were coming, and Caracol would be there to help tame it, to drive it back from whence it came. As a healer, as a Namekian he could do that much.
:Relationships:
Father: Vail
:Starter Package:
200 Zeni Senzu bean