Vanilla Ice Rp Training App

BYOND Key: Sokkxx
Name: Vanilla Ice
Race: Icer
Alignment: Chaotic-Evil
Age: 20
Height: 4'11"
Character Bio: A young and ambitious frost demon, teaming with as many plans for being the univrsal emperor as there are winds in the sky. Usually chooses to hide his true motives before unleashing them at a random time, but believes himself above performing tedious costs. He appears quite negotiable but that is the opposite of what this little sociopath actually has in store for you and your race when he meets you...

Reason: Born into an in-hospitable world, and fighting against the presumptions created by his father the Icer had always presumed that merely surviving his origin would be enough to conquer the universe..however upon waking from his nap on his home planet he realized that simply existing would not grant him the strength to do what he felt was his birthright, after all he went through for the first 5 years of his life it was a great shock to find that he was not yet the all powerful being of his dreams. .

"God" himself was present at the awakening of Vanilla christening him with one simple job :The extermination of all Saiyans, taking this as a easy task, it was a great eye opener or the Icer upon the realization he would have to degrade himself and actually be trained.. Him of all people..It irked him so much that he trained with the ferocity of a caged lion just waiting for the doors of progress to open to him.

Taking all these blows to his pride, Vanilla sought to become the absolute top of the food chain once and for all fueled by the small scars on his body that where thrice as large within his psyche gnawing away until it caused him to often explode in fits of rage. Doing his best to find a fighting rhythm to adapt to and already possessing great potential, he would work hard to establish even the basis of a fighting stance so he could properly strike fear into his enemies..

Rp Training: "Eradicate all of the Saiyans.." a task that had been just as much a chore as an exhilarating challenge to the young tyrant. Starting off from his slumber a cocky bastard and mainly just a primal brawler, the future universal emperor had been lacking a lot more than just finesse. He was given "handlers" so to speak in the forms of Trout and Trombo who had given him rapid and ferocious sparrings in 5000 lbs weights that initially he couldn't even breath properly in. Though it nearly crippled his body, it was the pain he needed to further drill his convictions into his mind.

"You have much potential Lord of Ice" Trout had assured Vanilla, the encouragement he needed to make the transition that had helped him shed his brash and vain pride in favor of an actual technique during fighting. Beaten down time and time again,only helped him to  get up each time stronger and wiser. The first time he had even the merest inkling of progress was when in a fit of rage against Vokara allowed himself to break away from the limits pushed onto him in his first form gaining the power it took to surprise even the most seasoned of warriors around him. "Huff* Huff*..My apologies..my anger must have possessed me but I feel even closer to my ultimate goal..." The worn lizard would assure his trainers but deep within the power that had been foreseen by even the lord of lords had begun to manifest.

Through his hard-work he easily mastered every technique he learned, seeming a natural in the realm of combat, being taught to heal by Trombo was like relearning the skills of a past life he instantly was able to regenerate the vitality of his trainer. (Though he felt the move too generous for his tastes..)

Setting his feet beneath him in a focused stance and holding his arms in a modified boxer's stance would be his training pose of choice, however he felt that if he where to become vastly superior to whomever he fought then a simple bow would suffice preceding combat. Spending the majority of his time while training fighting Namekians he adapted to combatants that could regenerate and was able to create a burst-damage strategy dashing around the opponent with superior speed and skillful blows in vital areas, before appearing in the distance and  hailing a combo of death-beams into them. Topping it off with a Death Ball if he was able.

Honing the use of his flexible and versatile frame he was capable of weaving in and out of ki-blasts, and was soon able to launch attackers into their own blast utilizing his tail when the opponent would least expect it.

"I already feel my mold breaking..this shell of weakness being shed from my body giving way to something much greater and fit for an emperor.." He would note as his power grew exponentially in a short amount of time, what seemed like half a year felt only like a few moments to him as he was able to freely grow his power in more controlled increments, each form increasing his speed and power until he was nigh invincible in his own right.

The sun set upon the Icer as he levitated above the stage his Namekian teacher had molded from the core of his planet. "All this and so much more shall be mine...I feel as though with this revolting act..I can grow even more from this and become...Lord of all worlds.." "Ohohohoh!" Vanilla laughed gazing off into the horizon spotting a few planets that he would certainly need to become antiquated with in the time to come.

The Emperor had finally arrived...