CR: Runic Namekian

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IC Name: Cellian

BYOND Key: Scrublord101 (oogly on discord)

Race Name: Namekian

Rank Name : Runic Namekian

Rank Alignment (Good, Neutral, Evil): Chaotic Evil

RP Goal: The goal of this character would be to corrupt planets with destruction and evil.

Side Notes of Goal:
Aside from that, ensnaring those in his grasp with his acquired knowledge of dark magic and either leading them to be one of his underlings that take part in the of the destruction of all those in his path of dominance or obliterating them. His main purpose would be to gain knowledge of the area and wipe out the general population as he sees them as inferior beings therefor not worth living, but the reason for the chaotic is his decisions at times may appear to be rash and brutal to those around him.

RP Sample of Social: Cellian strides swiftly through the rift he had created to reach this planet and gazed over the surrounding area, soaking in all of the information it provided him with. Casually strolling down to the nearest town, cloak drawn to mask identity and the various symbols that lightly embellished his flesh, he'd stop at a nearby group that had gathered. Quickly as he scanned the crowd he'd internalize all of the information about them including names, genders, and even age. Now drawing back his cloak he'd approach and interrupt all conversation by shoving in and exclaiming in his deep and overpowering voice

"What are you impudent maggots doing not bowing at my arrival?"

One of the men of the group would step up to approach the mysterious man a slight tremble behind his tone "Uhh.. E-Excuse me..? Who are y-you?"

"Tch.. Insolent creatures.. I demand you bow at my feet now and accept your fate as my slaves and follow my bidding and trust in my word as your superior."

The crowd began to mumble incessantly as the strongest of the group gathered to face the oppressor and the same boy would speak up once again, a sense of courage in his voice now that others are there by his side.

"No thank you man! Now you better scram or we'll give ya a real hard time now!"

In one motion Cellian withdraws his cape revealing his inscribed body and when he meets the eyes of the group, his own glow with flames of the mix of purple and black like pits of despair and darkness that creep into the hearts of all in front of him causing them to go limp to the shear power that stood before them.

"Now I expect you all to be obedient to my word now before I annihalte every last one of you and your families."

 Pausing to add tension to the atmosphere as he glances over everyone before him

"I want you to spread to word of a gathering in the town square, make sure everyone attends or there will be consequences."

 He immediately waves a hand to sign for their retreat into the town and they immediately oblige to his request and begin to spread the message. /Heh.. This power is more than I could've expected they simply listen to my every whim with a single glance out of pure fear!/

RP Example of Combat: Once the town had gathered in it's center, Cellian would rise from the center through a rift that tore through the stone patched ground. Hovering slightly above the surface he'd glare at all of the individuals that stood before him as they now tremble in fear, gripping onto each other in hopes that someone may come to save them. A smirk now dawned on Cellian's face as he opened his clenched palms to allow a single symbol begin to glow from his palms, now prepared to strike upon all of the individuals before him he'd yell out over the crowd in his stoic and grave tone "Send forth your strongest warrior to combat me, this instant."

Immediately his opponent emerged from the depths of the crowd, shoving through to reach the front and as he did so Cellian spoke directly to the man "Are you the hero of this town?"

"Yeah! What's it to ya huh?" With boasting confidence the man would gleam with pride even in front of this all mighty being hovering directly ahead of him.

"Tch.. Even less than I expected.. Go ahead then try your best to combat me since I presume you all interpret me as the foe."

Without a second thought the hero would lunge towards Cellian striking him with what he thought to be his most impressive blows, the air bending around his fists as he struck the being. However as he continously struck Cellian would begin a maniac-like laugh that grew ever more powerful until he doubled over, clutching his stomach. All the while the hero began hitting less and less as he became confused with what he was doing /Why are my attacks not effecting him?/. Cellian seemed to calm himself and responded to his thoughts promptly
"I just suspected something that I could at least FEEL!"

 Then suddenly his gleeful attitude switched to a look of pure anger.

"Now I'm sick of this foolishness, die you PIGS!"

 As he spat out that last word he'd force his arm forward, palm out towards the man. Within an instant the Hero was covered in runic symbols and they slowly surrounded his whole body as the man let out a bloodcurdling shriek. Not a second later as he was completely covered in runes and symbols the former hero would turn to face the crowd and with a slight twitch he'd let out a cry but this wasn't a normal yell, it was his own war cry and the entire town knew this as well. The Hero would now begin slaughtering everyone in the crowd as Cellian sat back and cracked up with laughter over the brutal battle that unfolded. The Hero tore through friends and family, ripping them in half and using their broken bodies to mercilessly beat the others into a meaty pulp, blood spattered the town and the streets ran red as the river of red liquid split over the rocks.

Soon the entire town was obliterated, none left as survivors and Cellian would now clench his fist to release the curse set upon the once grand and great Hero, whom he never even bothered to learn the name of. Once the fist clenched the runic symbols constricted the body of the Hero and crushed it until it simply imploded upon itself disintegrating the body underneath.

With one last bout of laughter and a glance over his work of art that was the obliterated town he'd smile, ear to ear, as he tore open another rift and continue his carnage on this planet.

Backstory: Deep within a planet, unknown to those that dwell in the living realm, a lonesome Namekian rifles through the remains of a fallen temple. Searching deep and wide his purpose driving him to dive deeper into the remnants of a broken kingdom in hopes of finding the one true desire that has taken him to this distant land. There was said to be a secret tomb deep beneath this rubble that can unlock his true potential and provide him with the power to wipe out entire civilizations. His mind begins to drift however as his expedition continues and a wave of remembrance clouds his mind with the events of the past that led him here..
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As disgust with his own people grew too great he fled, in hopes to return with the power to spite those that spoke so low of him before, neglected as he worked around the edges of the pedagogy that was the society he lived in. He was never able to see the utter greatness that was the quote on quote "Hero's" of the galaxy and jealousy grieved at his mind whenever this thought was to come in, why did they always have to be good..?

Then the brilliant image dawned on him, Cellian the great purifier, he could clense the universe of the impurities that it held. The vanity of the hero's and their idealistic dreams of "saving the planets" -tch- what can they really do when I can begin the world anew and cleanse it of all imperfection and create my own society. And thus his journey began..

Cellian would then search for years on how to accomplish this, his interest in the dark arts of magic growing ever stronger as this progressed until he had found the holy grail of information. Tales that had been passed through generations of an ancient species now recorded in an old and weathered scroll, stories of a temple that had worshiped all that was great and all that is holy. This was all until a cult began forming in the secret basements of the temple that simply despised those that worshiped the false gods and they began a plot to create their own magics to strike up against the posers. They'd wage a holy war with their runic powers and eventually take the whole temple and their own species down with them once it came to a close. But it was said that the basement that held all of the cults runic teachings lay dormant in the basement, hidden for all eternity from those that were in search of it, lost to the times.. After reading it through he knew that this is where he must go and made the ever long journey as a young adult Namekian to find it and harness this power..
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Now shaking his head to clear the fogs of the past he continues his search for this basement and is sifting through the heaps of brick and rock he comes upon a door and then begins to force it open. As the door give it burst open and releases a gust of dusty air as he tumbles down the wooden staircase that led down from the force it took to open it. Once he regained his composure he'd rise and continue the path that led to the bottom and finally reached the entrance to a grand cavern that led even deeper into the depths of the underground lair. After what seemed like hours he'd finally reached another door and with the turn of a handle he'd enter a room that gave off an aura of pure evil, the force reached out to grip his body like tendrils drawing him in closer. As Cellian let the aura guide him he reached a book placed on an altar at the front of the room filled with odd symbols and scripts, the force around him seemed to grip his body and force his hand to move forward and be placed in the center of the page left open.

As it was done the book began to glow a deep purple and black aura that soon trailed to envelop his entire body and instantly the evil essence that laid in this book flooded his mind with the information that was once dear to the cultist. He'd learn in an instant all of their teachings and methods, the secret power that had been created released into him to consume his mind. While this goes on his eyes were swarmed with various symbols and words in a language that he now understood perfectly and his body now had the symbols seared into his flesh with the same purple and black aura. His power now limitless he'd begin to review the abilities gained through the guidance of the voices that filled his head. Various strikes and techniques that increased his power and amplified certain strengths, methods to expedite transportation and all sorts of hidden talent still to unlock.

His fate was now sealed and he held the knowledge of beings that felt as if they were among gods and voices raced through Cellian's head filling it with evil thoughts and now told him of his true power. As the whispers continued he began to regain control and the symbols that once shown on his body now faded, realizing what he had gained he was now ready to pursue his life long goal of eradicating the inferior and starting the world in a new image of his very own.

The time had now come to show the universe who is in control.



Ideas for perks of the CR:
giant form, ability to conform a ritual to force majinization(make someone evil against their will, can be broken with mystic.) death beam, and maybe some sort of altered majin/mystic for yourself. A custom buff of sorts, and a 5k HBTC boost as well as a 1.4x increase in regen