Daikon

Name: Daikon Blackroot.

Age: 38.

Race: Saiyan.

Tier: D.

Gender: Male.

Orientation: Heteroflexible.





Summary:

Daikon is a tall - relatively muscular individual with plenty of old scars scattered upon his rough, fair, skin. His hair is black and surprisingly tame for a Saiyan, left to lay against his skull somewhat messily. His eyes are a deep gray - almost black in color and hold the faintest hint of a feral glint in his apathetic stare. His teeth have prominent canines, perfect for devouring meat, flesh, and bone - which hide a limber but otherwise normal tongue.

His tail - like all Saiyans - is dark brown in color, however, bits of fur are missing and there are a few cuts embedded into it, giving the appendage a mangy look to it. Clothing-wise, he dons a skintight black battlesuit - forgoing the armored top and simply wearing the pants, boots, and gloves. His scouter is held on the right side of his face with the color of the screen being red.

He has a deep, steady, baritone voice that grows more animalistic and uncultured the more volatile he becomes. As does his mannerisms and overall attitude. Compared to his everyday personality - his "humane mask" falls off when dealt with a proper confrontation or challenge.

Face Claim: Toji Fushiguro, Jujutsu Kaisen.

Hair Color: Black.

Eye Color: Grey.

Height: 6'1" | 185.42 cm.

Weight: 189 lbs | 85.729 kgs.



Summary:

Time had worn away at this once rabid mongrel. With age comes wisdom and just enough patience to get through the day. Once nothing more than a rebellious, savage, brute in his yesteryears. He has since grown into a more thoughtful and cautious man. Some would say he had gone soft, using words and platitudes to get his point across. That his ambitions and determination had faded after years of conflict.

And they would be wrong.

If anything, age had made him more cunning, more brutal - a terror even greater than they can comprehend. While his strength and power have not yet reached a level he is proud of, this has not deterred him in the slightest. A feral beast is still a beast regardless of its shackles. Daikon is a lurking horror - one that waits and prepares - one who learns and grows. A monster that strengthens with each defeat. Each scar, each bruise, each brush with death sends his soul higher.

Every time he comes back from the brink he comes back even hungrier. The man he was before hasn't died - he simply grew more capable - intelligent. He is every bit the abomination he was before just with a more human face and kinder words. A bit of sweetness to hide what lies beneath the surface. He has grand ambitions that have never waned in all these years. Grow stronger, control, rule - and relish in the lamentations and woes of his enemies.

He still relishes in the fight, to fuel his veins with blood and adrenaline. He still holds his pride above all else. He still slaughters and kills for the cause that needs him. Yet, the world is changing. The universe is shifting. And he refuses to be left behind - left to rot in weakness and ineptitude. He would succeed, above all others.

For you see, the beast was not dead, it reflects in the eyes of a mortal man.

And it is ravenous.

Likes: Strength | Control | Training | Food

Dislikes: Cowards | Ennui | Indolence | Brats



Biography:
Born Daikon Blackroot, eldest son of the Blackroot Saiyan Noble family. Daikon was born as a disappointment to his family name. His strength was inconsequential to the usual might of his bloodline. As such, he was ridiculed and mocked - treated as a weakling among his kind. A Third-Class Saiyan born to an Elite Class Saiyan clan.

A disgrace, his status and position as heir was usurped by his younger brother, Cress. As Daikon was regulated to patrol and guard work for the majority of his early life. Unbeknownst to his family, however, he worked himself to the bone - training every day to improve his strength. He was vicious and cruel - a wild beast that fought whoever looked at him wrong.

And while it often led to his sound defeat - he would simply get back up again and rise higher. His insubordination would prove to be a thorn in his family's side as they had him moved to mercenary work on far-off fringe worlds, anything to get him out of their hair. These often savage and violent backwater planets only benefitted him, however. As he came back from each successful conquest with pride.

Even if only he survived the mission, bloodied and broken, at least he succeeded. At some point, Daikon grew tired and weary of it all. The abject cruelty and mindless murder led him to become unsatisfied. Turning his brain off to be a simple brute was not his style and was not who he was.

And so, he sat back and plotted.

Seeing the Saiyan race the way it was today, stuck under the heel of the PTO left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was disgusted with how neutered his people have become. While countless Saiyans fought in the service of their masters - the once-noble clans of the Saiyan Empire squabbled over what little pride and power they had left.

Something had to change.

And so, he set himself on a path of power. He'd play his family's little games and kowtow to their petty bullshit. All the while he would secretly grow stronger and more capable. More strength... More knowledge... And when he was at his peak - he would break beyond it. And claim what he believed was rightfully his. For he was destined to rule not as a king - but as a God.

But he was a patient beast, cunning, and hungry. He would take his time, amass his strength, and obtain what he always knew he deserved...

And none would get in his way...

Homeland: Planet Plant.

Starting Planet: Planet Plant.



Selected Standard Traits: BLINDING AGILITY.

Racial Traits:
DOMINANT: ZENKAI BOOST + S-CELLS.
RECESSIVE: OOZARU TAIL.


HP: 60
Strength: 7
Stamina: 8
Ki: 6
Ki Pot: 7
Agility: 7