Demi-saïens/demi-humains
Niveau de puissance: 910
Lieu : Capitale centrale (CC) - Quad C
Marquage : 

Taeto avait commencé à s'en aller quand un malaise l'a arrêté dans ses traces. Il s'est levé la tête comme pour le renifler quand un raclement métallique profond a rasé l'air. Il était assez fort pour être entendu sur le bruit de construction, qui a élevé l'attention de Taeto en l'air. Le réseau à large portée de poutres métalliques semblait stable et en ordre de marche; jusqu'à ce qu'il décèle le problème.
L'un des travailleurs était sur une longueur de métal qui trempait de moins en moins. D'une manière ou d'une autre, il l'empêchait de tomber complètement. Un faisceau métallique qui était habituellement soulevé par la machine était manipulé par un seul homme et quelques lois de la nature.
Taeto l'a senti alors. Cette indiscrétion indescriptible qui surviendrait aux pires moments. Pendant les combats à l'école généralement, quand les chiffres étaient contre lui. Mais parfois quand il a regardé des films d'arts martiaux à la maison aussi. C'était une sorte d'excitation palpitante.
Une excitation qui l'a envoyé à l'action. Il courut sur le site, sa queue se déchirant, oscillant en allers et retours, se fronçant à sa fin. Il a cherché un moyen d'y arriver en sachant qu'il pouvait aider. Pendant des années, depuis qu'il n'était qu'un enfant, il avait retenu ses forces. Eh bien, il avait rencontré quelqu'un d'autre qui pouvait faire quelque chose comme lui. Quelque chose de contre nature.
Il gémit intérieurement avant d'arracher sa capuche de sa tête. Je m'en fous, je suppose que je grimpe!
Il a couru jusqu'à la moitié inférieure la plupart du temps terminée, faisant son chemin dans le pseudo premier étage. Il fait sombre, à l'abri du soleil pour une raison quelconque. Derrière lui, il entendit quelques hommes qui aboient sur lui.
Coucou! Vous ne pouvez pas être ici!
J'ai eu ce gonflement d'excitation et je vais le suivre jusqu'à la fin, il s'est dit principalement à lui-même.
Puis vint un rugissement de l'oreille. Un nom aussi. Un lot? J'ai bien entendu?
Il a suivi un vol un escalier jusqu'à une section de plancher qui était illuminée. Au-dessus de lui était un coup droit vers le ciel, à l'exception de ce tunnel de lumière était le treillis de la poutre-travail. Taeto a couru jusqu'à la poutre la plus proche de lui et avec un peu d'effort a sauté jusqu'à son bord. Il s'est redressé mais a trouvé ses jambes tremblant un peu maintenant. Pas avant qu'il ne se soit jamais demandé, Est-ce que j'ai peur des hauteurs?
Le vent s'est un peu durci, bruissant ses vêtements. Taeto s'est senti tremblant mais s'est dit, Si je ne bouge pas maintenant, je ne bougerai jamais. Petit à petit, il se leva jusqu'à ce qu'il pleuve jusqu'à la poutre suivante, puis la suivante, et la suivante, jusqu'à ce qu'il se soit mis à l'aise avec son pied et qu'il se rende confortablement à l'homme éprouvant.
À l'heure actuelle, les avertissements, les grognements et tout ce qui entoure la frustration étaient en train de s'édifier. Il a crié d'en bas. Je suis en route!
Le vent se rebroussa contre lui, glisseant ses pieds sous lui et amenant son menton s'écraser dans la poutre qu'il marchait. Une lance instantanée de douleur a parcouru son crâne, couvrant sa vision pendant un moment. Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Il pleurait, il tenait à peine la poutre.
Character Name
Taeto (テート).
Alias
None.
Age
16
Race
Saiyan.
Sub-Race
Half-Saiyan/Half-Human.
Gender
Male.
Occupation
High-School Student.
Height
5'9", Five-Foot Nine.
Weight
130lbs, One-Hundred Thirty Pounds.
Hair Color
Black.
Eye Color
Black with Gold.
Written Appearance
There are many facets of Taeto Flower to look at. The most common being the agitated, rebellious youth. In his black eyes, accented by odd gold dots, lurks confusion and frustration. This angle of him carries a ever-present scowl that makes him near unapproachable. His spiky and disheveled hair does little for his drab fashion sense, which expresses itself in hues of black, brown, and gray. Most notably being his gray hoodie, black loafers, and his brown jacket and trousers. All of this is topped off by a long furry appendage that sprouts from his back-end. When he charges up his Ki, his aura shines a pale blue.
Personality
Taeto drowns in his own confusion everyday. He awakens to the looming threat that he might be snatched from his mother and placed in some prison cell next to his father. Which, to be honest, has created a moody teen. He knows he must stay in control but its maddening to think sympathy and empathy is lost on him. Understanding his Saiyan culture doesn't make it easy to control his aggressive nature, in fact, it only makes the notion absurd. He obsesses with his Saiyan-half, who embraces the fight that his human heritage seemingly shies from. Aside from this, he has found great joy in fighting. The thrill of the battle more than excites, it damn-near incites true glee from him. Which is why he is so enamored with the martial arts world. His mother, though he loves her dearly, insists he stays away and practices the piano, "The soothing, peaceful, piano" she coos. But he's made up his mind, he'll find a master, even if it sets the White Coats upon him.
Background
Parslee was a charismatic low-class Saiyan warrior who was dispatched to the planet Earth on a scouting mission. He believed it to be inhabited by weaklings and after receiving orders to eradicate, traveled to the nearest city and begun its cleansing. However, that all went astray at the first signs of resistance. He had made a fatal mistake; the Earthlings weren't nearly as weak as he had thought. They had robed warriors capable of flight, strong in spirit and mind. Others could blast fire, lightning, and even unknown energy waves at him. A select few controlled the very stars themselves. They were beings who possessed mystical abilities, spells that bound and befuddled him. For weeks after his arrival he had been tortured by their Magi whose spells had deadened his warrior's spirit, made him cooperative.
He remembered her eyes, how gold and liquid they were. How unique and scary, as if he was caught in cross-hairs when she stared at him. She warned him about how he would no longer be himself. That she had gotten permission to observe him intimately but only under the conditions that she stripped him of his aggression. His rage shook his confines but were quelled easily by a wave of her hand. After that, his life had passed like so many pages in a book.
* * * A * * *
Taeto Flower was Parslee's legitimate child. The sedated Saiyan was reduced to your typical prisoner, allowed only three visits a month, and only from Taeto. The Saiyan would often tell stories of Planet Vegeta, of the warrior race that scoured the galaxy and conquered all that resisted them. Parslee believed his kind would find Earth one day. He spoke openly of the beacon he had activated when he landed all those years ago but those words were ignored by the Magi.
Taeto was raised like a human but he hardly acted the part. He was often angry for no reason, aggressive, and combative. His mother, Sun Flower, would warn him of the White Coats. How they would take him away if he couldn't at least pretend to be normal. She would have to settle for rebellious. He went through school never really fitting in, often fighting without a cause, and getting into trouble on the constant. It was inevitable, he would tell himself, cause one day he'd be whisked away to his true home. To Planet Vegeta.
Weapon & Techniques
Weapon
None.
Power Level
910
Techniques
 - Taeto showcases his ferocity or excitement as he endures through his pain for a light duration. (1 turn)