Snale (Junior)
Jun 4, 2013 15:56:15 GMT -5
Post by therevolution on Jun 4, 2013 15:56:15 GMT -5
:Name: Snale (Jr.)
:Race: Namekian
:Gender: Asexual (male)
:Age: 6
:Aura/energy color: Reddish purple
:Appearance:
:Starting Planet: Namek
:History: Snale Jr. is the incarnation of his father. Snale had realised his time was come to an end, and thus he propagated a seed, an egg, from which the young demon namekian soon hatched. With his dying breath the senior Snale imparted his wisdom and knowledge and memories to his son, grasping the young namekian's head and filling it with notions of power, of the glory of battle and of victory. And then he passed, his soul borne to hell, but much of his essence was still present within the younger Snale, the last demon born of his blood.
The other children almost revered him, but Snale often ignored them. Unlike his father he did not hold the desire to lead his brothers to victory across Namek, or not yet at least. He desired to explore the world and the universe, and to have a little fun. In the end he could lead them to glory... maybe. But for now he desired the blood of his foes 'pon knuckle... for no reason.
So he spent the first six years of his life in relative isolation, only interacting with others if they came to him first, and with a disdain upon his voice. The cave system was massive enough that he could easily hide, and lose himself to is training. He honed his body as his namekian forme quickly matured, and honed his mind via intense sessions of meditation.
And then, somewhen within his sixth year, he decides he is ready. He leaves the caves and sets forth, feeling the sun upon his face and the wind through his antennae. He smiles, spits and lifts off.
:Race: Namekian
:Gender: Asexual (male)
:Age: 6
:Aura/energy color: Reddish purple
:Appearance:
:Starting Planet: Namek
:History: Snale Jr. is the incarnation of his father. Snale had realised his time was come to an end, and thus he propagated a seed, an egg, from which the young demon namekian soon hatched. With his dying breath the senior Snale imparted his wisdom and knowledge and memories to his son, grasping the young namekian's head and filling it with notions of power, of the glory of battle and of victory. And then he passed, his soul borne to hell, but much of his essence was still present within the younger Snale, the last demon born of his blood.
The other children almost revered him, but Snale often ignored them. Unlike his father he did not hold the desire to lead his brothers to victory across Namek, or not yet at least. He desired to explore the world and the universe, and to have a little fun. In the end he could lead them to glory... maybe. But for now he desired the blood of his foes 'pon knuckle... for no reason.
So he spent the first six years of his life in relative isolation, only interacting with others if they came to him first, and with a disdain upon his voice. The cave system was massive enough that he could easily hide, and lose himself to is training. He honed his body as his namekian forme quickly matured, and honed his mind via intense sessions of meditation.
And then, somewhen within his sixth year, he decides he is ready. He leaves the caves and sets forth, feeling the sun upon his face and the wind through his antennae. He smiles, spits and lifts off.
