Post by Michael on Feb 9, 2022 17:07:42 GMT -5
SCALLIO
TRANSFORM PATH ▸ Default SPECIES ▸ Saiyan STARTING PLANET ▸ Earth TRAIT 2 ▸ Zenkai SEXUALITY ▸ HETROSEXUAL | AGE ▸ 25 FIGHTING STYLE ▸ Balanced TRAIT 1 ▸ Warrior's Pride TRAIT 3 ▸ Saiyan Tail FACTION ▸ N/A |
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A full-blooded Saiyan, Scallio has many of his race's common physical traits. His eyes are a piercing black, and a monkey's tail adorns his backside. Scallio stands at 6'8" and has the build of a warrior in their prime. His muscles are well-toned and defined from years of dedicated training and practice.
Sharp and hardened features give Scallio a rough but attractive face. His hair, shaved on the sides, is kept long and mohawked on the top. To stand out, Scallio dyes his mohawk red.
He's often seen in customized battle armor. The colors of which are typically a mixture of black and red. Emblazoned on the chest of a majority of his armor is the stylized head of an oozaru. It's the emblem of his mercenary crew, the Crimson Apes.
PERSONALITY
Scallio could best be described as a young man with a serious demeanor and a chip on his shoulder. Often blunt to the point of being rude, he hasn't the time or the patience for social niceties. His reluctance to filter himself is something of a double-edged sword. One that makes him easy to trust but hard to get along with. This isn't helped by the fact that Scallio struggles to connect with others, to begin with.
Despite his bluntness, many of his emotions are hidden behind a wall. A sturdy bulwark that he's placed around his inner feelings to keep them away. Anytime a problem or emotions seems like too much for him to handle. Scallio buries it behind the wall and forgets that it exists. He's been doing it since he was a child.
As a consequence, Scallio has developed a short fuse. Which isn't helped by his genetic disposition for anger. Turning a minute issue into something enormous. His temper is explosive and challenging to reel in when set off. Often his first response to an irritating or stressful situation is to react with attitude then violence.
That said, he is a talented leader despite his flaws. Possessing a keen mind for strategy, understanding of his limitations, and a remarkable ability to adapt.
Despite his bluntness, many of his emotions are hidden behind a wall. A sturdy bulwark that he's placed around his inner feelings to keep them away. Anytime a problem or emotions seems like too much for him to handle. Scallio buries it behind the wall and forgets that it exists. He's been doing it since he was a child.
As a consequence, Scallio has developed a short fuse. Which isn't helped by his genetic disposition for anger. Turning a minute issue into something enormous. His temper is explosive and challenging to reel in when set off. Often his first response to an irritating or stressful situation is to react with attitude then violence.
That said, he is a talented leader despite his flaws. Possessing a keen mind for strategy, understanding of his limitations, and a remarkable ability to adapt.
HISTORY
Low-class, that's what they called him upon his birth. It was almost as good as labeling him worthless, especially in the eyes of Scallio's father, Endiver. He expected an elite, not low-class trash. Endiver had no choice but to make do. A stubborn decision was made to turn the newborn into a respectable warrior. Scallio's mother didn't object. In fact, after giving birth, she departed. Leaving Scallio in the care of his father.
A responsibility that Endiver left to the members of his mercenary company. The Crimson Apes. A ragtag group of Saiyans and Herans. They sold their services to anyone willing to pay.
The confined rooms and corridors of the group's spaceship were Scallio's home for years. The endless void of stars and planets outside his window left him longing for more. He craved more attention from his father, a man that wouldn't give him the time of day for years. Scallio received only passing glances, stares, and an occasional sentence from Endiver.
This distance lasted until he was six years old, at which point Scallio's father took him under his wing. Scallio was delighted for the attention at first but was quick to realize it wasn't going to be what he expected. His father's 'attention' was harsh and intense training that he wasn't prepared for. He'd trained with the others before, but it was nothing like this. He was beaten, battered, and bruised. All under the guise of training. To Scallio, it became something else. His fragile young mind started to believe his father hated him.
The weeks and months ticked by, and the idea settled. Until finally, Scallio started to hate the man in return. He fostered a rage deep within himself for the one he called father. One that he nurtured for the years that followed. He wouldn't deny that his father got results, but it had left him fractured. A jaded view of the universe replacing the glee he once held for it. So much so that upon leaving the ship at 12, it lacked the pleasure he believed it would have.
Scallio went on his first mission with the Crimson Apes when he was 13. His father called it his final test. A chance to see if everything he had taught him took root.
It had.
Scallio was merciless as he dispatched the targets with the others. It didn't take very long after that for Scallio to fall into place with the rest of his father's men. The day-to-day routine of a Saiyan mercenary became second nature to him. Until it, all became too much for him. His hatred for his father boiled over until he couldn't take anymore. Until he acted.
A simple job on an outer planet that Endiver could have easily handled alone. But Scallio talked him into letting him join. On the backwater world, Scallio seized his chance. He attacked his father and staked his claim to the Crimson Apes. The battle that ensued was intense and hard-fought. But Scallio emerged from it the victor. At the age of 18, he freed himself from the burden of his father. Scallio returned to the ship with his father's corpse and claimed his role as leader.
Since then, Scallio has led the Apes down a prosperous path. Growing their reputation throughout the galaxy as mercenaries that can be relied on. Which has given them their most recent contract: Hunting down a band of renegade Saiyans on Earth.
A responsibility that Endiver left to the members of his mercenary company. The Crimson Apes. A ragtag group of Saiyans and Herans. They sold their services to anyone willing to pay.
The confined rooms and corridors of the group's spaceship were Scallio's home for years. The endless void of stars and planets outside his window left him longing for more. He craved more attention from his father, a man that wouldn't give him the time of day for years. Scallio received only passing glances, stares, and an occasional sentence from Endiver.
This distance lasted until he was six years old, at which point Scallio's father took him under his wing. Scallio was delighted for the attention at first but was quick to realize it wasn't going to be what he expected. His father's 'attention' was harsh and intense training that he wasn't prepared for. He'd trained with the others before, but it was nothing like this. He was beaten, battered, and bruised. All under the guise of training. To Scallio, it became something else. His fragile young mind started to believe his father hated him.
The weeks and months ticked by, and the idea settled. Until finally, Scallio started to hate the man in return. He fostered a rage deep within himself for the one he called father. One that he nurtured for the years that followed. He wouldn't deny that his father got results, but it had left him fractured. A jaded view of the universe replacing the glee he once held for it. So much so that upon leaving the ship at 12, it lacked the pleasure he believed it would have.
Scallio went on his first mission with the Crimson Apes when he was 13. His father called it his final test. A chance to see if everything he had taught him took root.
It had.
Scallio was merciless as he dispatched the targets with the others. It didn't take very long after that for Scallio to fall into place with the rest of his father's men. The day-to-day routine of a Saiyan mercenary became second nature to him. Until it, all became too much for him. His hatred for his father boiled over until he couldn't take anymore. Until he acted.
A simple job on an outer planet that Endiver could have easily handled alone. But Scallio talked him into letting him join. On the backwater world, Scallio seized his chance. He attacked his father and staked his claim to the Crimson Apes. The battle that ensued was intense and hard-fought. But Scallio emerged from it the victor. At the age of 18, he freed himself from the burden of his father. Scallio returned to the ship with his father's corpse and claimed his role as leader.
Since then, Scallio has led the Apes down a prosperous path. Growing their reputation throughout the galaxy as mercenaries that can be relied on. Which has given them their most recent contract: Hunting down a band of renegade Saiyans on Earth.
TECHNIQUES
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Scallio sat impatiently in the back of the mess hall. His tiny legs, which dangled inches above the stained tile floor, swayed back and forth. He'd been ordered by Kabage (one of his father's men) to report to the mess hall. Unfortunately, Kabage didn't give any other instructions aside from that. Which left him curious, but he knew better than to ask questions. That was ten minutes ago, though.
"Kabage, you're taking forever!" he whined, letting out a heavy sigh. With little else to do, Scallio's eyes wandered around the room.
The cafeteria was in desperate need of a deep clean. Its tables, of which there were five, were stained with grease and food. So was the floor and a certain spot on the wall. "Talk about a MESS hall." Scallio laughed, mouth spreading into a wide, toothy smile. "A good one! Too bad no one was around to hear it." not that the others would have found it funny. They were all grown-ups and battle-hardened warriors. Childish puns never made them smile or laugh.
Scallio's laughter continued as the automatic door to the cafeteria slid open.
"What's so funny, boy?" inquired a muscular Saiyan as he stepped into the room. His voice, deep and commanding, held hints of disdain. His rugged features were pointed in Scallio's direction.
Immediately upon hearing him, Scallio's laughter halted, and his body tensed. His eyes drifted towards his feet,"N-nothing Dad." he muttered.
"Speak up and look at me when you're talking boy."
Scallio swallowed hard and reluctantly moved his eyes. They met his father's dark and piercing gaze, and he almost flinched. An ant to giant. Scallio couldn't have felt any smaller underneath his father's stare. "N-nothing." he stuttered, speaking louder. "W-where's Kabage?" If only he'd been the one to walk through the door.
Endiver rolled his eyes and stepped further into the room, the door closing behind him. "Kabage wanted nothing to do with you." he scoffed, "I asked him to find and send you here." his stared intensified. "That a problem boy?" he didn't wait for an answer. "I didn't think so." he continued, turning away from Scallio and to the window on his right.
Scallio stared at Endiver's reflection on the window. Face scrunched, ebony orbs looking out on distant stars. It was clear his father had something on his mind.
"The day you were born should have been the happiest day of my life."
Scallio looked confused. He'd never heard his father say anything like this. Then again, Endiver didn't say much of anything to him. He'd been nothing but distant with Scallio for as long as he remembered. An order, a lecture, or criticism was typically the extent of their interactions. This felt different, and Scallio wasn't what to make of it.
Endiver placed a hand on the window and shut his eyes. "I spent months before then finding the perfect woman. Someone just as strong and with as much potential as myself." he remembered it all like it happened yesterday. "Together we'd make the ideal warrior. The perfect heir to inherit everything I'd worked for." the Saiyan began to frown, and his tail tightened. Frustration and anger built over the last eight years gathered at the forefront of his mind.
"Imagine my disappointment..." Endiver's eyes opened as he spun face his son. He glared at the boy with a look meant not for a child but your enemies. "When you were born." he took an angry step, "A child with a measly power level of 2." not an ounce of kindness to be heard. Only hate and disdain for the child he'd fathered.
That wasted his time.
Scallio's entire body shook in fear. Instinctively, he looked at the floor. A trembling voice spoke out, "I-I-I'm s-sorry Dad." apologizing for his weakness, that's all he could do. To appease his father, it was the only thing that came to mind. "I k-know I'm a-a failure." he added, tears beginning to whelm inside his eyes.
Endiver scowled. Seething at the quivering boy before him, his hands balled tightly into fists. "I-I-I," he mocked callously, "So worthless and without a spine that you can't even speak correctly." he took another step. "And I said look at me when you speak brat!" he shouted, startling Scallio from his chair and onto the ground.
"S-sorry." he apologized, trying hard to control his trembling voice. Scallio stood quickly and forced his eyes back onto his father. He'd moved far closer to him in the time it took for Scallio to stand. Caught off guard, Scallio stumbled back only to bump into the chair behind him. There was nowhere to go and thus, no escape.
"I'm tired of hearing sorry. You pathetic little monkey." his tone remained cold, "I've waited eight years to see if anything about you would change. That's long enough to see that nothing has. So it's time that I take matters into my own hands." he brought up a hand, clinching it closed into a fist as he did. "If you won't become the warrior I need on your own. I'll simply have to force you to do it myself."
Scallio swallowed hard, afraid of what exactly that would entail for him and his safety. He remained silent, however, and let his father continue to rant.
"Starting from tomorrow onward you'll begin training with me." he grinned, "This will be nothing like the training Kabage and the others have done with you. No, I'm going to push you to your limits, until you break, and then I'm going to keep pushing you." to Endiver, there was simply no other way to ensure results. If this failed to get the results he wanted that he needed. There was nothing else that could be done. His son, his investment, would be worthless to him.
"So prepare yourself boy for tomorrow you will be broken." he finished speaking and made his way out of the mess hall. Leaving his son trembling in fear and forced to dwell on all that he'd said.
The second his father was long gone, Scallio collapsed onto the floor. The tears that he'd been holding back were finally allowed to flow freely. They streamed down his cheeks and onto the floor like rain from a storm. Scallio sobbed heavily, and his mind filled with panic. His imagination ran wild with thoughts of what awaited him tomorrow. All more horrible than the last.
As a sobbing mess on the floor, Scallio hadn't heard the door to the mess hall open. The tap of approaching footsteps drowned out by the sound of his tears. It wasn't until he felt the comforting touch of a hand on his back that he took notice. He turned and looked to see who'd risk offering him comfort. Scallio looked upon the sympathetic black irises and wrinkled face of an elderly Saiyan.
"Kabage?" Scallio choked out as he continued to sob. He should have expected that it would be Kabage coming to his aid. He was the only Saiyan in his father's crew brave enough to risk angering him. The elderly Saiyan smiled warmly at Scallio and gently rubbed at the child's back.
"Shhh young Scallio." he whispered quietly, lifting the boy up from the floor and into his arms. Scallio clung tightly onto the fabric of Kabage's Gi. "Do not waste your energy on words or tears. It will be much better spent on calming yourself." he instructed softly. It was difficult to bring the torrent of tears to a stop.
"I-I can't." Scallio cried, his chest heaving as he tried his hardest to calm the panic that overtook him.
"It'll be okay. Do remember what I taught you the other day? About how to find your center?"
Scallio said nothing but instead nodded his head to confirm he did.
"Excellent then just close your eyes and breath. Take deep breaths as you embrace what you're feeling. Let it flow through but not overpower you. Remember you are in control not the sadness or the anger. You."
The child listened intently to Kabage's words. They repeated in his mind, over and over, on a constant loop. Following and doing as instructed and as he remembered. Slowly he felt the fear his father instilled fade. With it, the flood of tears down his cheeks halted. A calm washed over him with each breath that he took.
He didn't move from Kabage's embrace, continuing to cling tightly to the elder. The child's buried his face into the man's gi. It brought him comfort and made him feel safe. It felt like everything was going to be okay. Even if he knew that was far from the truth. "I'm scared Kabage." he spoke, his voice muffled by the fabric.
Kabage placed a hand onto the back of Scallio's head, caressing it softly. "I know Scallio and you'd be a fool not to be." he knew no good would come from lying to the boy. "You're father's training will be harsh but I know you will survive."
Scallio pulled away from the elder's shirt and looked up at him. "You're wrong," his eyes glanced downward, "I'm weak and worthless. I'm nothing but a failure just like my dad said." he said weakly.
"All nonsense I assure you. You're stronger than you or your father realize. I've seen it for myself, Scallio." Kabage smiled down at Scallio warmly. "I can see your strength whenever I look into your eyes." he removed the boy from his arm and stood Scallio up in front of him. Kabage then placed a wrinkled hand onto the boy's chest.
"It all lies right here, just waiting for you to claim it." he pulled back, "But It will forever remain out of reach if you continued to believe your father's words. They cast a shadow upon you that you must overcome."
Kabage would do anything to help Scallio find that strength. But it was something he knew the boy needed to find on his own. Otherwise, he'd never be able to grow.
Scallio placed his hand on his chest as Kabage had and tried to picture himself with strength. Of what he might look like with this power Kabage thought he had. Only a shadow and a pale imitation of his father came to mind. The young boy sighed heavily and lowered his arm.
"I hope you're right, Kabage. Dad is going to hate me forever otherwise."
"Kabage, you're taking forever!" he whined, letting out a heavy sigh. With little else to do, Scallio's eyes wandered around the room.
The cafeteria was in desperate need of a deep clean. Its tables, of which there were five, were stained with grease and food. So was the floor and a certain spot on the wall. "Talk about a MESS hall." Scallio laughed, mouth spreading into a wide, toothy smile. "A good one! Too bad no one was around to hear it." not that the others would have found it funny. They were all grown-ups and battle-hardened warriors. Childish puns never made them smile or laugh.
Scallio's laughter continued as the automatic door to the cafeteria slid open.
"What's so funny, boy?" inquired a muscular Saiyan as he stepped into the room. His voice, deep and commanding, held hints of disdain. His rugged features were pointed in Scallio's direction.
Immediately upon hearing him, Scallio's laughter halted, and his body tensed. His eyes drifted towards his feet,"N-nothing Dad." he muttered.
"Speak up and look at me when you're talking boy."
Scallio swallowed hard and reluctantly moved his eyes. They met his father's dark and piercing gaze, and he almost flinched. An ant to giant. Scallio couldn't have felt any smaller underneath his father's stare. "N-nothing." he stuttered, speaking louder. "W-where's Kabage?" If only he'd been the one to walk through the door.
Endiver rolled his eyes and stepped further into the room, the door closing behind him. "Kabage wanted nothing to do with you." he scoffed, "I asked him to find and send you here." his stared intensified. "That a problem boy?" he didn't wait for an answer. "I didn't think so." he continued, turning away from Scallio and to the window on his right.
Scallio stared at Endiver's reflection on the window. Face scrunched, ebony orbs looking out on distant stars. It was clear his father had something on his mind.
"The day you were born should have been the happiest day of my life."
Scallio looked confused. He'd never heard his father say anything like this. Then again, Endiver didn't say much of anything to him. He'd been nothing but distant with Scallio for as long as he remembered. An order, a lecture, or criticism was typically the extent of their interactions. This felt different, and Scallio wasn't what to make of it.
Endiver placed a hand on the window and shut his eyes. "I spent months before then finding the perfect woman. Someone just as strong and with as much potential as myself." he remembered it all like it happened yesterday. "Together we'd make the ideal warrior. The perfect heir to inherit everything I'd worked for." the Saiyan began to frown, and his tail tightened. Frustration and anger built over the last eight years gathered at the forefront of his mind.
"Imagine my disappointment..." Endiver's eyes opened as he spun face his son. He glared at the boy with a look meant not for a child but your enemies. "When you were born." he took an angry step, "A child with a measly power level of 2." not an ounce of kindness to be heard. Only hate and disdain for the child he'd fathered.
That wasted his time.
Scallio's entire body shook in fear. Instinctively, he looked at the floor. A trembling voice spoke out, "I-I-I'm s-sorry Dad." apologizing for his weakness, that's all he could do. To appease his father, it was the only thing that came to mind. "I k-know I'm a-a failure." he added, tears beginning to whelm inside his eyes.
Endiver scowled. Seething at the quivering boy before him, his hands balled tightly into fists. "I-I-I," he mocked callously, "So worthless and without a spine that you can't even speak correctly." he took another step. "And I said look at me when you speak brat!" he shouted, startling Scallio from his chair and onto the ground.
"S-sorry." he apologized, trying hard to control his trembling voice. Scallio stood quickly and forced his eyes back onto his father. He'd moved far closer to him in the time it took for Scallio to stand. Caught off guard, Scallio stumbled back only to bump into the chair behind him. There was nowhere to go and thus, no escape.
"I'm tired of hearing sorry. You pathetic little monkey." his tone remained cold, "I've waited eight years to see if anything about you would change. That's long enough to see that nothing has. So it's time that I take matters into my own hands." he brought up a hand, clinching it closed into a fist as he did. "If you won't become the warrior I need on your own. I'll simply have to force you to do it myself."
Scallio swallowed hard, afraid of what exactly that would entail for him and his safety. He remained silent, however, and let his father continue to rant.
"Starting from tomorrow onward you'll begin training with me." he grinned, "This will be nothing like the training Kabage and the others have done with you. No, I'm going to push you to your limits, until you break, and then I'm going to keep pushing you." to Endiver, there was simply no other way to ensure results. If this failed to get the results he wanted that he needed. There was nothing else that could be done. His son, his investment, would be worthless to him.
"So prepare yourself boy for tomorrow you will be broken." he finished speaking and made his way out of the mess hall. Leaving his son trembling in fear and forced to dwell on all that he'd said.
The second his father was long gone, Scallio collapsed onto the floor. The tears that he'd been holding back were finally allowed to flow freely. They streamed down his cheeks and onto the floor like rain from a storm. Scallio sobbed heavily, and his mind filled with panic. His imagination ran wild with thoughts of what awaited him tomorrow. All more horrible than the last.
As a sobbing mess on the floor, Scallio hadn't heard the door to the mess hall open. The tap of approaching footsteps drowned out by the sound of his tears. It wasn't until he felt the comforting touch of a hand on his back that he took notice. He turned and looked to see who'd risk offering him comfort. Scallio looked upon the sympathetic black irises and wrinkled face of an elderly Saiyan.
"Kabage?" Scallio choked out as he continued to sob. He should have expected that it would be Kabage coming to his aid. He was the only Saiyan in his father's crew brave enough to risk angering him. The elderly Saiyan smiled warmly at Scallio and gently rubbed at the child's back.
"Shhh young Scallio." he whispered quietly, lifting the boy up from the floor and into his arms. Scallio clung tightly onto the fabric of Kabage's Gi. "Do not waste your energy on words or tears. It will be much better spent on calming yourself." he instructed softly. It was difficult to bring the torrent of tears to a stop.
"I-I can't." Scallio cried, his chest heaving as he tried his hardest to calm the panic that overtook him.
"It'll be okay. Do remember what I taught you the other day? About how to find your center?"
Scallio said nothing but instead nodded his head to confirm he did.
"Excellent then just close your eyes and breath. Take deep breaths as you embrace what you're feeling. Let it flow through but not overpower you. Remember you are in control not the sadness or the anger. You."
The child listened intently to Kabage's words. They repeated in his mind, over and over, on a constant loop. Following and doing as instructed and as he remembered. Slowly he felt the fear his father instilled fade. With it, the flood of tears down his cheeks halted. A calm washed over him with each breath that he took.
He didn't move from Kabage's embrace, continuing to cling tightly to the elder. The child's buried his face into the man's gi. It brought him comfort and made him feel safe. It felt like everything was going to be okay. Even if he knew that was far from the truth. "I'm scared Kabage." he spoke, his voice muffled by the fabric.
Kabage placed a hand onto the back of Scallio's head, caressing it softly. "I know Scallio and you'd be a fool not to be." he knew no good would come from lying to the boy. "You're father's training will be harsh but I know you will survive."
Scallio pulled away from the elder's shirt and looked up at him. "You're wrong," his eyes glanced downward, "I'm weak and worthless. I'm nothing but a failure just like my dad said." he said weakly.
"All nonsense I assure you. You're stronger than you or your father realize. I've seen it for myself, Scallio." Kabage smiled down at Scallio warmly. "I can see your strength whenever I look into your eyes." he removed the boy from his arm and stood Scallio up in front of him. Kabage then placed a wrinkled hand onto the boy's chest.
"It all lies right here, just waiting for you to claim it." he pulled back, "But It will forever remain out of reach if you continued to believe your father's words. They cast a shadow upon you that you must overcome."
Kabage would do anything to help Scallio find that strength. But it was something he knew the boy needed to find on his own. Otherwise, he'd never be able to grow.
Scallio placed his hand on his chest as Kabage had and tried to picture himself with strength. Of what he might look like with this power Kabage thought he had. Only a shadow and a pale imitation of his father came to mind. The young boy sighed heavily and lowered his arm.
"I hope you're right, Kabage. Dad is going to hate me forever otherwise."
