IGN: FlimFlamFanMan
Name: Nicholas
Race: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Skill: Self Destruct

RP: Nicholas has lived for many years, and has witnessed many things. He has gone from just a simple human, trying to live his life, to world champion, active martial artist, spiritualist, scientist and engineer, prisoner, and finally, the man that helped to save the galaxy from the threat that was the evil alien Xeon. But for the past few years, there was one thing Nicholas was not, and that was content with himself.

Despite his active meditation, which has gotten to the point where he spends more time with his legs crossed and his hands pressed together than he does standing or sleeping, he has watched as his body begins to slowly degrade. Despite the years and years of being accustomed to sitting for hours, and even days on end, he's notice that he's begun to ache whenever he finishes, his joints complaining from the lack of moment. This wasn't just for meditation either. During active training, his stamina isn't what it once was, and his hair has even turned from the blonde it was for decades, to a dull, boring gray.

But this is not the worst things on Nicholas' mind. At night, he is haunted by the visions of past failures. Losing to Braccal when he first landed on Earth, and having to retreat. Finding and being captured by Coolio, becoming a prisoner for the next decade of his life. Finally, watching as his Kienzan, a technique he had developed only with the intention of using it when it was truly necessary, missed its intended target, and instead split one of his few remaining earth friends into two, killing the Makyo.

These thoughts and the wear and tear on his body have plagued Nicholas for years, and after his most recent encounter with Abmiram.. He realized that he didn't care for this anymore. He could have killed Abmiram then and there, and likely stopped things from getting worse, but instead found himself thinking about if that even mattered. If he killed Abmiram, the rest of the Coolio/Xeon Squad still had whatever DNA was previously collected. Whatever the intended purpose, it was likely they'd still succeed, and with Nicholas starting to find his body weakening, he realized that when that threat finally bared it's head, he wouldn't be ready.

So, instead, he decided to lock himself into the cave that's long been his home. He sat down, in his usual pose with a sigh, his body bruised from the fight he had just finished with the Namekian obsessed with DNA. He began to think of the people he met over the years. Lorina, Leon, Hannibal, Parsley.. and that peculiar spirit doll, who he never shared a word with. He thought of them all, as he began to raise his ki to it's limits. He wanted to pass on, not as a decrepit old man who could hardly walk, but as a man with at least a semblance of his youth, even if it would seem to be eternally fading from this point on. His ki rose, and then began to condense inward on itself, building up inside Nicholas' body until it reached its peak, and the three eyed human let it loose, the blast likely rocking both the cave he was in, and its surrounding areas.

And his energy would no longer be sensed on the planet which he once protected. The World Champ, and unofficial protector of Earth, was no more.