First Turn:
Ah yes, the slave planet. You landed with a loud plop, a writhing darkness of nothing, a mystery that would cause lesser things to have their head hurt. At first you consumed at will. You lashed at all that approached, and slaughtered as you pleased. All terrestrial beings, the tiny green ones, were wiped out one by one first the little green ones, scrawny and weak. They filled little, but they were all you knew. Then came the ones in armor. As is all routine you had started initial contact with a fierceness most would cower before. The men in helmets with wires made of metal tried to wrap it around you, to restrain you might. They suffered the same fate as the ones before. Your teeth, with and without mouths gnashed at them, tearing in and out, and their screams reverberated along your inky surface. The men cowered and fled in fear, their useless tools of rope being dropped behind. Then came the stronger men, with blasters and weaponry.
For the first time in your known capacity of existence you felt and understood pain. Had this been what you had inflicted onto others? Perhaps this is a chance to show compassion to use wit rather then wrath, and to truly connect with these strange beings you considered sustenance. You decided that it was indeed time to connect. Your teeth connected with their flesh as you morphed, large then small, somehow forcing your way forward into those who planned to hunt you. You hunted them all and hunted them good, leaving but scraps in your wake. And then you ate the scraps. The men let out new sounds of terror when you lunged and you categorized that as something you shall remember. You rested well that cycle, and felt joy as your power grew. The dead men inside of you had funny pictures, and slowly your own capacity grew. Capacity for what? You know not, but you know that it has. You would be left to your own devices for a period of time. You felt....fear occasionally. Spikes in something dangerous, beyond you and beyond your beyond. A green one more chaotic then you, who caused destruction in his wake. You hid during those times, unable to sight the beast.
You lived like that for some time, eating the few who passed, and lazing about. Occasionally hiding for your life but for the most part you were content. Then he came. The one who sought to bound the boundless. He was but another man you had thought. You were wrong. Very, very wrong. His shackles held still, keeping your writhing flesh chained. Your conscious your hunger, your being suppressed to a finite thing. Your appendages swung, tail, tentacle, leg, spastically you switched between them, trying to fix what was wrong. But try and struggle as you might, you were contained, forcibly obedient to the biped before you. Hisses left your maw, alongside screeches and shouts in pain. But despite it all the being stood before you wore a smirk like no other, and within a moment you knew hatred. Against all protests of your mortal body you lurched upwards, struggling from one hand onto another. Then the first leg, and the next. The bindings you wore shined harsh light, blindingly so, and the man himself looked shock, taking a step back momentarily. Perhaps you'd have noticed, but you were occupied, too focused on willing each wriggling mass after the other to come forward. Until eventually you had barely made it to the man thing. Despite normally being able to overwhelm anything before you, in your weakened state the smug flesh male. By then he had recuperated, appearing no longer scared at the sight of you.
Damn him, and his shackles and his chains, and his smile, you had thought to yourself. And with all weight behind you, you headbutted the man, only now realizing you too had taken the shape of a biped. Your hit landed squarely, and yet the man did not budge. Even more intensely did you rage at this creature, defying nature before you. He was prey and he was weak and you were not. Oh how you hated how he denied you what was yours by law. Perhaps you could stare him into a dead state? It would be worth a try.
Shifting your head you looked up into the man's eyes. No, make that eye. He looked down, black hair adorning his scalp and facial features. You had only a moment to glare at the filthy wretch before the pain you had felt previously exploded upon your cheek. Before you knew it you were on the ground, the man's outstretched hand being where you would have been previously had you been standing. Painfully gripping your cheek you stared back at the anomaly, who had not only stripped you of your might, but had dared to strike at you. Oh you hated him, deeply. He was weak, you were strong. He had to be, you must've been right. Right? You couldn't have been weak, so he must be weak...no if your not weak.... but then...…. is he stronger then you? Are you the prey? Is....is this where you are assimilated? No. No! NO! You couldn't die yet, you mustn't. You had to live, to run, to fight, to move! And yet on the ground you laid shivering in fear of this being who proved better then you. You were dead, and nothing you could do could change that.
And then the being began to speak, and the dead men aided you, let you know what the unnatural spoke.
"Know your place thing. You are not of here, I know that much, but you're also too valuable to waste. One monster was one thing, but with you.....well my revenge is very approaching. Hear my words and obey creature. I am Paragus, discarded saiyan, and father of legends. You will learn to bow or you will learn to die. Do I make myself clear?"
A momentary silence is had, in which you glare hatefully at the one named Paragus. He proceeded to hold up his hand and tighten his wrist, a glow emanating that sapped you and burned you to the core.
"Do I make myself Clear?" You're forced to bow your head in submission. Your feet level with his boots. A scoff and you practically hear the grin on his face as he turns back, out the mouth of your cave and begins to trek forward. You momentarily consider attacking now, or not following, but a return of the pain cows any thought of that. Begrudgingly you follow the man of unfair tools. You'd be further surprised when you came face to face with the green one of rage. Curiously, you ponder if the one who sent you here accepts returns.
TURN ACTIONS:
This'll be a special case in which you get a few extra actions this turn to help you flesh out the MC, but from beyond this point, the max number actions you will have will be 7 until a profession and specialty is gained. That will gift extra actions. Like I said, a lot of changes have occurred, this will be very AUish and I hope you'll be patient with me. Actions are separated into categories with DC's decided by me. Traits are secured by nat 100s, and bonuses will depend on which action you take and how. I can hear the questions already and yes, you can take an action more then once, and no I won't be revealing your power level yet. Nor will that be a thing you should focus on, as I'll be going more often then not judging by character level then pure numbers. That said, just because I won't be numbers heavy, can't think you can get off easy by not training. And the samem goes for the timeline, it certainly exists but don't worry about where you land.
Choose fifteen actions:
Martial:
[ ] Train your body to be tougher, stronger, faster
[ ] Request aid from Paragus in attempting to become stronger
[ ] Try to refine what already exists
[ ] Try to tap into the well of power that all beings have
[ ] Attempt to kill Paragus
[ ] Attempt to kill Broly
[ ] Learn to use your unwieldy methods better in your fighting
[ ] Pick up the use of a weapon [Write in]
[ ] Learn to how to be a strategist
Learning:
[ ] Obtain a basic education
[ ] Excel in a subject [Write In]
[ ] Try and become acquainted with the standard universal writing
[ ] Read books and research more things
[ ] See if you can figure out more about your bindings.
[ ] Attempt to garner more about what you are and what you can do
[ ] Observe the scientist and their rocket construction
Diplomacy:
[ ] Try to become a voice for the tortured people, make them believe in you
[ ] Try and become a voice for the slavers, may they come to respect you
[ ] Try to tame a wild beast as a pet
[ ] Try to get Paragus to teach you how to be a leader
[ ] Have the Green men tell you their tale
[ ] Ask Paragus about the Saiyans
Intrigue:
[ ] Get invested in the folklore and fairytales that garner the galaxy
[ ] Put an ear to rumors
[ ] Play some pranks on some unsuspecting victims [Who? Broly, Paragus, Slaves, Slave guards, etc.]
[ ] Try and learn to get sticky fingers, the ones Paragus always warns you off about.
[ ] Go exploring into the woods
[ ] Try looking for anyone not under Paragus
Mysticism:
[ ] See if you have the gift [warning, can not be done multiple times]
Personal:
[ ] Develop a hobby
[ ] Try and find something for yourself
[ ] Hang out with someone
-[ ] Paragus
-[ ] Broly
-[ ] A slaver?
-[ ] A slave?
[ ] Get a plant
Sorry this came out so late, and good night. I'd prefer a plan voting by the way.
