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User name: Frieza
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Frieza
Character Source: Dragon Ball Z
Starting Location: Inverxe
Physical Tendencies:
Power (P): 35%
Toughness (T): 35%
Quickness (Q): 20%
Skill (S): 10%
Personality Tendencies:
Aggression (A): 30%
Cunning (C): 30%
Diplomacy (D): 20%
Support (S): 20%
Physical Description:
It may seem strange, that someone who enjoys flaunting his power and authority as much as Frieza would elect to spend most of his time in his smallest and least-threatening form. At only 4'10", quite short even by the standards of his race, it's a wonder he's able to effectively lord over an ant farm, let alone most of the known universe. Not to mention how anyone manages to pull off a soft pink color scheme and purple lipstick and still be moderately threatening, but that just speaks volumes about how much Frieza has earned that reputation.
According to him, the reason he presents himself as such is simply that he does not want his vast power to get the better of him, though this is only partly true. The real truth, as belied by his slight slouch when seated and how many of his favored techniques barely require him to lift a finger, is that he is just surprisingly lazy. Too much so to bother putting any more of his power to use than he needs to, and more concerned with efficiency than being ostentatious about it. He's stronger than anyone else anyway, so why bother?
That, and he's fairly put-off by his father's need to constantly show off by assuming his largest, most intimidating form at all times--what a narcissist. Frieza can run an intergalactic empire just fine while still fitting comfortably through doors, thank you very much.
Though he has several transformations, his middle forms are never really used in canon anymore so I'm gonna go ahead and budget points by only including his first and final forms. His final form is the form he was born in. It isn't much larger than the first, much to the surprise of the cast when it was first introduced, but far more powerful. He trades the pink and purple color scheme for a much more clean, sleek white and purple. He loses his horns, but keeps his tail as well as his more lizardlike features. Also, he loses his clothes, but keeps his lipstick. Don't ask me how it works.
Moreover, although his final form is just his strongest overall in canon (barring golden), for the purposes of RP his first will have more stamina/defense and his final form will be more focused on actually winning fights--though it will burn out more quickly. I might end up introducing Golden later down the line, but that remains to be seen.
Pics:
First form:
Final form:
Character History:
Well, what hasn't been said about Frieza? What insults and epithets haven't been hurled his way? He's a born prodigy, ruthless and cunning, equal parts shrewd businessman that he is mad tyrant. Despite not even technically being the head of his own Planet Trade Organization, he holds the unofficial title of emperor of the entire known universe. Through his sheer power and the absolutely bottomless terror left in its wake, he's cemented himself firmly on his intergalactic throne, all those below little more than ants trembling before his shadow. Some would call it arrogance--Frieza calls it knowing your place.
Frieza was born to traditional Frost Demon royalty, whose strength eclipsed the rest of their race by sheer biological superiority. His father, King Cold, was born with a genetic mutation that made him the strongest his race had ever known, and his rise to power was both rapid and bloody. Though he was not even the firstborn of his own father, none of his siblings dared to oppose his claim to the throne. Once his reign was secured, he went on to conquer his neighbors, and then his neighbors' neighbors, until within the century he had consolidated the entire planet under one empire.
But to the ever megalomaniacal King Cold, that was not enough.
Cold ruled his people with an iron fist, but did so effectively, with a very efficient viceroy system that allowed powerful figureheads--none as strong as himself, of course--to govern smaller provinces while possessing very little personal political power. Certainly not enough to oppose Cold himself. It was a very meritocratic society, but it worked, and under Cold's rule the Frost Demons entered an industrial revolution. Cold's goal was the stars himself, and bringing his empire to space would require more than his own raw strength. Eventually they reached the level of space travel, and slowly but steadily began expanding outward.
Though Cold was primarily concerned with his own personal power, however, he knew that he would not live forever. Somebody would have to hold the Cold empire together after his death. His choice in spouse was purely pragmatic: a powerful vicereine by the name of Frigid, whose skill lay not in raw physical power, but frightening ki techniques and telekinetic abilities passed down through a bloodline which was once almost as powerful as his own. Marriage to the sovereign was perhaps the only way anyone could hope gain more power, within Cold's rigid system, so Frigid gladly accepted his proposal. Her post remained the same, though her political power certainly improved.
She bore two children: Cooler, who more closely resembled his father; and Frieza, who more closely resembled his mother. Though to Cold, his children were little more than tools, Frigid did love them genuinely, and did most of the actual hands-on parenting. It was difficult, managing the affairs of one of the empire's larges viceroyalties and raising two young children, but Cold would not have chosen her as either vicereine or his spouse if he did not believe her capable. She could delegate gubernatorial tasks to those beneath her if needed, but she certainly didn't trust the lower life forms with her offspring. Maternal instinct aside, they were also her greatest political bargaining chips. As you can imagine, her relationship with her children was a bit complicated.
Though Frieza was still an infant and thus could not be accurately assessed, Cooler was near adolescence, and his power was quite impressive--almost as strong as his father, and still a work in progress! A worthy successor, to be sure. Not that said father paid all that much attention to his children, though, except on occasion when he would take them into his ship and let them marvel at the vast empire below. The empire that would one day belong to one of them. Frieza was too young to understand much beyond the blur of colors, but Cooler was not. He held a deep respect for his father, and would regard his brother warily from then on. They would never be emotionally close.
Life went on, and Cold continued to expand his empire--until someone caught notice.
It was rare, that the God of Destruction, Beerus, would actually target a planet that he was supposed to destroy rather than ignoring the Kaioshin's wishes altogether. According to the Kaioshin, the Frost Demons had consolidated under a single leader leader and were expanding at an alarming rate. If not stopped, they could go on to take over the entire universe. Still, Beerus wanted to know what it was he was supposed to destroy--or, more accurately, if their food was good enough to justify their continued existence. Much to his distaste, not only was the native cuisine entirely underwhelming, but this was the first time in King Cold's life that he had to address somebody stronger than himself. Beerus was not impressed.
Once it became clear that this Beerus was not fucking around (at least, not anymore), Cold and his family scrambled aboard the nearest available spacecraft and fled the planet as quickly as possible. They escaped--just in time, and not a one of them spared a single thought for the rest of the planet's inhabitants. Held tightly in his mother's arms, Frieza watched through the ship's window as a giant ball of energy conjured from the mere fingertip of a god descended upon his home planet, as it exploded in a rain of fire and debris, and then--there was nothing left.
Though he was still young, he had grown just enough that the memory would stay with him forever.
Everything changed after that. Though they were able to find sanctuary on a nearby planet in the early stages of colonization, the empire was no more. Oh, Cold still called himself King, but anything that would crown him such--resources, subjects, authority--was gone. Where was he to begin, now that he had to start from scratch with only a fraction of his army? Where else than where he always had: with raw power?
But if there was one lesson he had learned from his reign, it was that raw power does not change the limit of what an individual can achieve. Rather, it changes the breadth of their influence over others. He may have been the strongest, the supreme ruler, in his empire, but without his armies and governors he never would have been able to accomplish anything beyond the battles that cemented his rule. People listened to him because of his strength, but his strength alone could not forge or manage an empire. And without subjects to lord it over, that strength meant nothing. And he would not stand for being swept aside into the metaphorical dustpan of the universe.
So he began planning his ascent to power anew, and in absence of proper subjects, he turned to his children. They would be the instruments of his ambition. Cooler, who knew all that his father had lost and wanted it back as much as he did, fell in line easily. Frieza, however, too young to remember anything of their home, or anything that would actually add any weight to his father's claims of greatness, grew irritated with the man quickly. The only figure he recognized as a parent was Frigid, nurturing mother as much as she was haughty, ambitious noblewoman. His father focused too much on his own life and ambitions, and not enough on him.
That wasn't to say, however, that Cold didn't take any notice of Frieza. How could he not, when his younger son began displaying both raw strength beyond his father and psychic ability beyond his mother? If he had been impressed by Cooler, he was astonished by Frieza. Cold, however, was the sort of father who was proud of his children's accomplishments as if they were his own accomplishments. He cared little for them as people, and cared little of the complex that Cooler seemed to be developing when he began neglecting him in favor of his naturally gifted younger brother. Nor did he care much for the effect these lofty expectations had on Frieza, or if he even cared about restoring the family's glory, or whatever. Certainly he didn't care about going easy on him during basic training, so much as pummeling his young son into the ground until he learned to fight back. Which he did. Very well, in fact.
The effect of this training on Frieza was threefold: first of all, once he realized that he was actually much stronger than his father, Cold stopped bothering, and so did he. He learned what he needed to. Secondly, it taught him that physical strength was the only strength that mattered.
And thirdly, that it was himself--not his father, not the abstract name of a family that had nearly died out completely--who deserved to rule the universe. What little respect he had for his father diminished to nothing. Rather than be nothing but a pawn of his father's megalomaniac ambitions, he began forming his own megalomaniac ambitions.
He would be the one to stand atop the universe.
King Cold was too focused on his own ambitions to notice or care much, and Cooler was too busy trying to catch up to his genius younger brother and earn his father's attention once again. Frigid, however, absolutely did notice the transition from "typical shitty kid behavior" to "genuinely worrying teen/adolescent behavior." So she became more emotionally distant, and tried to rein in his worst tendencies. His sadism, apathy to others, the sheer scope of his ambition, his genuine desire to kill and conquer. Having been reduced to nothing herself had shifted her own perspective on things, but in the end it was her love for her family that kept her going. She feared, genuinely, the sort of person that Frieza would become should he continue down this path. A cruel tyrant, a bane upon the universe. A lonely, broken person who would push himself and his ambitions until he destroyed everything--or destroyed himself.
Unfortunately, it was too little too late. Frigid was fairly new to the "actual sane moral compass" herself, and certainly didn't know how to communicate the idea to her budding sociopath of a son. From his perspective, he just had to start fighting back against two parents, instead of just one. Maybe she would have figured it out eventually, but as Frieza neared adulthood and the four of them drew nearer to launching their conquest upon the stars, she fell ill. The sickness progressed rapidly, and before Frieza could really register the gravity of the situation, she was gone.
Whether their relationship had deteriorated too much for him to feel genuine grief or if he was just too selfish, stone-hearted, angry, to feel it at all, he wasn't sure, nor did he care to dwell on it. However, her death snapped the tension that had been building between him, his father, and his brother. They all reacted differently, and fights broke out more frequently after that. After one such fight, Frieza decided he'd had enough. He took one of his father's ships, and set out to begin his own campaign of universal conquest.
And so he did--though, he ran what would become his empire more like a business. A business of buying and selling planets, clearing them of all life and offering them to some wealthy space mogul or another. This Planet Trade Organization expanded rapidly--rapidly enough that once the teen angst subsided, Frieza wound up bringing his father and brother back on board just because he needed the extra hands, as well as the resources they had gathered. Cold somehow convinced himself the whole thing was his idea. Laughable, but Frieza knew by now how to grit his teeth and bear his father's megalomania. At least his delusions kept him loyal and productive.
And thus, Frieza's empire was born. He was every bit as ruthless a ruler as his father, but far more charismatic, and most importantly, far more effective.
To be more precise, the question of who was in charge would vary depending on who you asked. If you were to ask King Cold, he would say Frieza was simply the face of the organization and he was the one calling the shots behind the scenes. If you were to ask Cooler, he would say it was a family-run business. However, if you were to ask any given employee, or anyone affected by its tyranny, nobody would hesitate--the answer was always Frieza, which was how Frieza knew he was the one upon the intergalactic throne.
His reign continued without any genuine threat for centuries. He expanded his power considerably by playing various intergalactic factions against each other, all the while keeping them unaware that his own Planet Trade Organization was in prime position to be sucked into the resulting power vacuum. But it wasn't enough. He expanded further, beyond the boundaries of the known universe. He found and subjugated the Saiyans, and destroyed them when they threatened to grow too powerful for his liking.
The only threat to his rule was time itself. Unlike his father, Frieza was not simply content to pass on the torch to the next in his bloodline when his own time was at an end. No, that would not do. For the first ten, fifty, hundred, two hundred years of his rule, it was only a minor concern. But as time marched on...
Frieza placed a hand to his chin, lost in thought. He stood up, and walked over to the front window of his ship, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass pane. The faintest lines of age had begun to shape his features, and his frown only deepened them. He was far from old, albeit well into adulthood, and longevity was a natural trait of his species. Even so, it was an immutable law of the universe that all things must eventually die. Even he wasn’t exempt from that, much as he was loathe to admit it. Immortality was just a childish fantasy, and he didn't get where he was by chasing fairytales.
Then again…
He stared into the depths of the universe–his universe, at the millions and billions of stars and galaxies all at his fingertips. The possibilities truly were endless, he thought, and grinned to himself. He always did have a way of making his dreams reality, however implausible, so who knew?
If there was anybody who could conquer death, it was him.
Perhaps this strange new world he awoke into, one day, would give him what he was looking for.
Abilities/Skills:
Form 1
Alien Biology
Adaptation: Space (300)
Adaptation: Nonbiological Anatomy (300)
Protection 1 (100)
+Ongoing (100)
Death Beam
Damage 3 (300)
+ Ranged (150)
Form Change
Alternate Form (200)
= 1450 essence
Form 2
Alien Biology
Adaptation: Space (300)
Adaptation: Nonbiological Anatomy (300)
Death Beam
Damage 4 (400)
+ Ranged (200)
Form Change
Alternate Form (200)
= 1400 essence
How much Essence did you spend? 1450/1400
How much Essence do you have left? 50/100
Have you read the rules? Yes
Character Name: Frieza
Character Source: Dragon Ball Z
Starting Location: Inverxe
Physical Tendencies:
Power (P): 35%
Toughness (T): 35%
Quickness (Q): 20%
Skill (S): 10%
Personality Tendencies:
Aggression (A): 30%
Cunning (C): 30%
Diplomacy (D): 20%
Support (S): 20%
Physical Description:
It may seem strange, that someone who enjoys flaunting his power and authority as much as Frieza would elect to spend most of his time in his smallest and least-threatening form. At only 4'10", quite short even by the standards of his race, it's a wonder he's able to effectively lord over an ant farm, let alone most of the known universe. Not to mention how anyone manages to pull off a soft pink color scheme and purple lipstick and still be moderately threatening, but that just speaks volumes about how much Frieza has earned that reputation.
According to him, the reason he presents himself as such is simply that he does not want his vast power to get the better of him, though this is only partly true. The real truth, as belied by his slight slouch when seated and how many of his favored techniques barely require him to lift a finger, is that he is just surprisingly lazy. Too much so to bother putting any more of his power to use than he needs to, and more concerned with efficiency than being ostentatious about it. He's stronger than anyone else anyway, so why bother?
That, and he's fairly put-off by his father's need to constantly show off by assuming his largest, most intimidating form at all times--what a narcissist. Frieza can run an intergalactic empire just fine while still fitting comfortably through doors, thank you very much.
Though he has several transformations, his middle forms are never really used in canon anymore so I'm gonna go ahead and budget points by only including his first and final forms. His final form is the form he was born in. It isn't much larger than the first, much to the surprise of the cast when it was first introduced, but far more powerful. He trades the pink and purple color scheme for a much more clean, sleek white and purple. He loses his horns, but keeps his tail as well as his more lizardlike features. Also, he loses his clothes, but keeps his lipstick. Don't ask me how it works.
Moreover, although his final form is just his strongest overall in canon (barring golden), for the purposes of RP his first will have more stamina/defense and his final form will be more focused on actually winning fights--though it will burn out more quickly. I might end up introducing Golden later down the line, but that remains to be seen.
Pics:
First form:
Final form:
Character History:
Well, what hasn't been said about Frieza? What insults and epithets haven't been hurled his way? He's a born prodigy, ruthless and cunning, equal parts shrewd businessman that he is mad tyrant. Despite not even technically being the head of his own Planet Trade Organization, he holds the unofficial title of emperor of the entire known universe. Through his sheer power and the absolutely bottomless terror left in its wake, he's cemented himself firmly on his intergalactic throne, all those below little more than ants trembling before his shadow. Some would call it arrogance--Frieza calls it knowing your place.
Frieza was born to traditional Frost Demon royalty, whose strength eclipsed the rest of their race by sheer biological superiority. His father, King Cold, was born with a genetic mutation that made him the strongest his race had ever known, and his rise to power was both rapid and bloody. Though he was not even the firstborn of his own father, none of his siblings dared to oppose his claim to the throne. Once his reign was secured, he went on to conquer his neighbors, and then his neighbors' neighbors, until within the century he had consolidated the entire planet under one empire.
But to the ever megalomaniacal King Cold, that was not enough.
Cold ruled his people with an iron fist, but did so effectively, with a very efficient viceroy system that allowed powerful figureheads--none as strong as himself, of course--to govern smaller provinces while possessing very little personal political power. Certainly not enough to oppose Cold himself. It was a very meritocratic society, but it worked, and under Cold's rule the Frost Demons entered an industrial revolution. Cold's goal was the stars himself, and bringing his empire to space would require more than his own raw strength. Eventually they reached the level of space travel, and slowly but steadily began expanding outward.
Though Cold was primarily concerned with his own personal power, however, he knew that he would not live forever. Somebody would have to hold the Cold empire together after his death. His choice in spouse was purely pragmatic: a powerful vicereine by the name of Frigid, whose skill lay not in raw physical power, but frightening ki techniques and telekinetic abilities passed down through a bloodline which was once almost as powerful as his own. Marriage to the sovereign was perhaps the only way anyone could hope gain more power, within Cold's rigid system, so Frigid gladly accepted his proposal. Her post remained the same, though her political power certainly improved.
She bore two children: Cooler, who more closely resembled his father; and Frieza, who more closely resembled his mother. Though to Cold, his children were little more than tools, Frigid did love them genuinely, and did most of the actual hands-on parenting. It was difficult, managing the affairs of one of the empire's larges viceroyalties and raising two young children, but Cold would not have chosen her as either vicereine or his spouse if he did not believe her capable. She could delegate gubernatorial tasks to those beneath her if needed, but she certainly didn't trust the lower life forms with her offspring. Maternal instinct aside, they were also her greatest political bargaining chips. As you can imagine, her relationship with her children was a bit complicated.
Though Frieza was still an infant and thus could not be accurately assessed, Cooler was near adolescence, and his power was quite impressive--almost as strong as his father, and still a work in progress! A worthy successor, to be sure. Not that said father paid all that much attention to his children, though, except on occasion when he would take them into his ship and let them marvel at the vast empire below. The empire that would one day belong to one of them. Frieza was too young to understand much beyond the blur of colors, but Cooler was not. He held a deep respect for his father, and would regard his brother warily from then on. They would never be emotionally close.
Life went on, and Cold continued to expand his empire--until someone caught notice.
It was rare, that the God of Destruction, Beerus, would actually target a planet that he was supposed to destroy rather than ignoring the Kaioshin's wishes altogether. According to the Kaioshin, the Frost Demons had consolidated under a single leader leader and were expanding at an alarming rate. If not stopped, they could go on to take over the entire universe. Still, Beerus wanted to know what it was he was supposed to destroy--or, more accurately, if their food was good enough to justify their continued existence. Much to his distaste, not only was the native cuisine entirely underwhelming, but this was the first time in King Cold's life that he had to address somebody stronger than himself. Beerus was not impressed.
Once it became clear that this Beerus was not fucking around (at least, not anymore), Cold and his family scrambled aboard the nearest available spacecraft and fled the planet as quickly as possible. They escaped--just in time, and not a one of them spared a single thought for the rest of the planet's inhabitants. Held tightly in his mother's arms, Frieza watched through the ship's window as a giant ball of energy conjured from the mere fingertip of a god descended upon his home planet, as it exploded in a rain of fire and debris, and then--there was nothing left.
Though he was still young, he had grown just enough that the memory would stay with him forever.
Everything changed after that. Though they were able to find sanctuary on a nearby planet in the early stages of colonization, the empire was no more. Oh, Cold still called himself King, but anything that would crown him such--resources, subjects, authority--was gone. Where was he to begin, now that he had to start from scratch with only a fraction of his army? Where else than where he always had: with raw power?
But if there was one lesson he had learned from his reign, it was that raw power does not change the limit of what an individual can achieve. Rather, it changes the breadth of their influence over others. He may have been the strongest, the supreme ruler, in his empire, but without his armies and governors he never would have been able to accomplish anything beyond the battles that cemented his rule. People listened to him because of his strength, but his strength alone could not forge or manage an empire. And without subjects to lord it over, that strength meant nothing. And he would not stand for being swept aside into the metaphorical dustpan of the universe.
So he began planning his ascent to power anew, and in absence of proper subjects, he turned to his children. They would be the instruments of his ambition. Cooler, who knew all that his father had lost and wanted it back as much as he did, fell in line easily. Frieza, however, too young to remember anything of their home, or anything that would actually add any weight to his father's claims of greatness, grew irritated with the man quickly. The only figure he recognized as a parent was Frigid, nurturing mother as much as she was haughty, ambitious noblewoman. His father focused too much on his own life and ambitions, and not enough on him.
That wasn't to say, however, that Cold didn't take any notice of Frieza. How could he not, when his younger son began displaying both raw strength beyond his father and psychic ability beyond his mother? If he had been impressed by Cooler, he was astonished by Frieza. Cold, however, was the sort of father who was proud of his children's accomplishments as if they were his own accomplishments. He cared little for them as people, and cared little of the complex that Cooler seemed to be developing when he began neglecting him in favor of his naturally gifted younger brother. Nor did he care much for the effect these lofty expectations had on Frieza, or if he even cared about restoring the family's glory, or whatever. Certainly he didn't care about going easy on him during basic training, so much as pummeling his young son into the ground until he learned to fight back. Which he did. Very well, in fact.
The effect of this training on Frieza was threefold: first of all, once he realized that he was actually much stronger than his father, Cold stopped bothering, and so did he. He learned what he needed to. Secondly, it taught him that physical strength was the only strength that mattered.
And thirdly, that it was himself--not his father, not the abstract name of a family that had nearly died out completely--who deserved to rule the universe. What little respect he had for his father diminished to nothing. Rather than be nothing but a pawn of his father's megalomaniac ambitions, he began forming his own megalomaniac ambitions.
He would be the one to stand atop the universe.
King Cold was too focused on his own ambitions to notice or care much, and Cooler was too busy trying to catch up to his genius younger brother and earn his father's attention once again. Frigid, however, absolutely did notice the transition from "typical shitty kid behavior" to "genuinely worrying teen/adolescent behavior." So she became more emotionally distant, and tried to rein in his worst tendencies. His sadism, apathy to others, the sheer scope of his ambition, his genuine desire to kill and conquer. Having been reduced to nothing herself had shifted her own perspective on things, but in the end it was her love for her family that kept her going. She feared, genuinely, the sort of person that Frieza would become should he continue down this path. A cruel tyrant, a bane upon the universe. A lonely, broken person who would push himself and his ambitions until he destroyed everything--or destroyed himself.
Unfortunately, it was too little too late. Frigid was fairly new to the "actual sane moral compass" herself, and certainly didn't know how to communicate the idea to her budding sociopath of a son. From his perspective, he just had to start fighting back against two parents, instead of just one. Maybe she would have figured it out eventually, but as Frieza neared adulthood and the four of them drew nearer to launching their conquest upon the stars, she fell ill. The sickness progressed rapidly, and before Frieza could really register the gravity of the situation, she was gone.
Whether their relationship had deteriorated too much for him to feel genuine grief or if he was just too selfish, stone-hearted, angry, to feel it at all, he wasn't sure, nor did he care to dwell on it. However, her death snapped the tension that had been building between him, his father, and his brother. They all reacted differently, and fights broke out more frequently after that. After one such fight, Frieza decided he'd had enough. He took one of his father's ships, and set out to begin his own campaign of universal conquest.
And so he did--though, he ran what would become his empire more like a business. A business of buying and selling planets, clearing them of all life and offering them to some wealthy space mogul or another. This Planet Trade Organization expanded rapidly--rapidly enough that once the teen angst subsided, Frieza wound up bringing his father and brother back on board just because he needed the extra hands, as well as the resources they had gathered. Cold somehow convinced himself the whole thing was his idea. Laughable, but Frieza knew by now how to grit his teeth and bear his father's megalomania. At least his delusions kept him loyal and productive.
And thus, Frieza's empire was born. He was every bit as ruthless a ruler as his father, but far more charismatic, and most importantly, far more effective.
To be more precise, the question of who was in charge would vary depending on who you asked. If you were to ask King Cold, he would say Frieza was simply the face of the organization and he was the one calling the shots behind the scenes. If you were to ask Cooler, he would say it was a family-run business. However, if you were to ask any given employee, or anyone affected by its tyranny, nobody would hesitate--the answer was always Frieza, which was how Frieza knew he was the one upon the intergalactic throne.
His reign continued without any genuine threat for centuries. He expanded his power considerably by playing various intergalactic factions against each other, all the while keeping them unaware that his own Planet Trade Organization was in prime position to be sucked into the resulting power vacuum. But it wasn't enough. He expanded further, beyond the boundaries of the known universe. He found and subjugated the Saiyans, and destroyed them when they threatened to grow too powerful for his liking.
The only threat to his rule was time itself. Unlike his father, Frieza was not simply content to pass on the torch to the next in his bloodline when his own time was at an end. No, that would not do. For the first ten, fifty, hundred, two hundred years of his rule, it was only a minor concern. But as time marched on...
Frieza placed a hand to his chin, lost in thought. He stood up, and walked over to the front window of his ship, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the glass pane. The faintest lines of age had begun to shape his features, and his frown only deepened them. He was far from old, albeit well into adulthood, and longevity was a natural trait of his species. Even so, it was an immutable law of the universe that all things must eventually die. Even he wasn’t exempt from that, much as he was loathe to admit it. Immortality was just a childish fantasy, and he didn't get where he was by chasing fairytales.
Then again…
He stared into the depths of the universe–his universe, at the millions and billions of stars and galaxies all at his fingertips. The possibilities truly were endless, he thought, and grinned to himself. He always did have a way of making his dreams reality, however implausible, so who knew?
If there was anybody who could conquer death, it was him.
Perhaps this strange new world he awoke into, one day, would give him what he was looking for.
Abilities/Skills:
Form 1
Alien Biology
Adaptation: Space (300)
Adaptation: Nonbiological Anatomy (300)
Protection 1 (100)
+Ongoing (100)
Death Beam
Damage 3 (300)
+ Ranged (150)
Form Change
Alternate Form (200)
= 1450 essence
Form 2
Alien Biology
Adaptation: Space (300)
Adaptation: Nonbiological Anatomy (300)
Death Beam
Damage 4 (400)
+ Ranged (200)
Form Change
Alternate Form (200)
= 1400 essence
How much Essence did you spend? 1450/1400
How much Essence do you have left? 50/100
