Vegeshin Kanahashi, from Arccus, a roleplay on RPG

Looks similar to Vegeta from DBZ. Tall, rigid, violet hair. Vivid Violet eyes. Right eye has a Tribal Tattoo on it, Left eye has what seems like four wavy mascara lines running down from it, but is instead a birthmark. Slightly thinner than what Vegeta is, and lighter in skin tone. Upper Torso is bathed in Tribal Tattoo's. His right and left arms are sleeved with them. He has one dead center upon his chest, and two wraparound tattoo's upon his abdomen. Upon the left shoulderblade, he has a Tribal Angels wing.

Has incredible tone to his body. Sleek, trimmed, and very well toned. A very athletic look to it, yet still slightly slender.

Vegeshin wears whatever he see's suiting for him. Whether it be a simple, lazy, outfit; such as a pair of purple tie pajama pants, a black tank top, and a purple or pink over shirt: Or whether it be more complex; such as violet shades, a tight black undershirt, with a fancy designed violet button overshirt, a silver chain hanging around his neck, and black leather pants with violet flames coursing up the sides. It all depends upon his mood.

Personality

Vegeshin happens to be very anti-social like. Dark, forboding, and seemingly gothic-like, he only comes off like this to new encounters.

Once he begins to know a person, a totally different side of him emerges. Somewhat goofy, bubbly, and joyful when he wishes to be. Or, he'll merely act much like an average person.

Just like a normal person, his mood tends to shift with the course of events. If something irritates him, he'll become angry. If something tragic happens, he'll of course feel grief.

He's somewhat of a poet, and words drift senselessly from his mouth sometimes. Completely unaware of his incoherent babbling, he sometimes becomes humilated by his random poetic speeches.

Equipment

Vegeshin, though akwardly enough, happens to be a Demon/Saiyan hybrid. His father a Saiyan, his mother a Demon. Thus, his blood is fueled by a warrior race, and a race based soley upon war. He fights with Grace and Elegance, his hands and feet painting a Beautiful picture of Destruction, when needed.

Other than his Close-Combat skills, he carries merely one weapon. A six foot blade by the name of Necrossaiga. Said to be the blade of a God of Death, it holds a Dark Mysticicm to it that Vegeshin cannot explain. Very rarely does he use it, and even more rare...when he does, does it listen.

Gained ability.
-Through a wish granted by the eternal dragon Shenron; this being is granted the Non-Nullification; Suppression, or Negation of the energy Ki. It cannot be controlled; harnessed, or negated by any means.
-Was recently made into a God. By doing so, he is unable to dabble in the affairs of mortals, sadly, but remains as a source of conversation, friendship, and other things.

History

Vegeshin's history is mottled with Tragedy and Loss. Born upon a sister planet to the Planet Vegeta, Vegeshin loses his parents because of a strict law against inter-racial consemation. His father was a Saiyan, and his mother a Demon. A forbidden love, due to the Saiyan's hatred for Demons.

Sent to earth, Vegeshin grew up alone, learning everything on his own. Growing up, he meets a young girl, developes a simple crush. He see's her day after day, and then...she's gone. He see's her no more, breaking his young heart.

Slightly older, he moves from his original home, silly enough; a forest, into the city, due to his forest being destroyed and developed into a residential area. Moving into the city, he learns to adapt to realistic life. No more barbarianism for him, one could say. He enrolls in a Martial Arts academy, to test his skills, and ascends in ranks quickly.

His last year, he enters a tournament, and defeats all the competition aside from the last opponent, a girl, in which they both plummet out of the ring. A double ring-out. He comes to befriend her, and the friendship flourishes.

A couple years pass, and Vegeshin decides it's time to leave. Wander. Explore the world. His friend chooses to stay, start her own Dojo. Vegeshin parts, but as he's leaving, he runs into the same girl from his youth. Reintroducing themselves, old feelings resurface. It continues on, until Vegeshin becomes around twenty two, in human years. He still resembles that of an eighteen year old.

They marry, and live happily within the city, Vegeshin forsaking his wandering plans. Living a usual life, Vegeshin treats her to lunch one day. They were expecting a young girl, and Vegeshin simply wished to give her a decent time. That day, things changed. An old enemy from his fathers past arrives in the form of a Saiyan space pod. Crashlanding in the city, he states that he was sent to finish off the Saiyan/Demon hybrid children from Hiroshi. He was to purify the Saiyan race, and purge it of it's tainted filthy halfbreeds.

Vegeshin refuses to battle, and his enemy instead chooses to invoke an anguished feeling over Vegeshin. He takes the life of Vegeshin's love, which also ends Vegeshin's unborn daughters life. This envelopes Vegeshin in such a despair, that he had thought his mind had snapped. An anger, so untamed, awakens within him. His blood nearly boils. And he takes after his enemy.

A long, grueling, confrontation begins. And after some hours, and Vegeshin's power continually growing from his heart-consuming despair, Vegeshin exacts his revenge. But...it doesn't quite his heart. His emptiness was still there, and it was overwhelming. With nothing left, he takes care of the things he must...and begins an aimless, fateless, journey. Merely wandering. Seeing the world, like he so desired the first time, but through emotionless eyes. Vivid violet eyes, but eyes that held no warmth to them. A beautifully empty glass, so to speak.