#earthling artwork | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

empress-violetlight · 6 months ago

Text

My Speculative Biology Library

Got talking on Discord about biology (it started with laughing about a pic of a bacteriophage my husband freaked out about) and because we're all sci-fi loving nerds, the topic of speculative biology came up. I'm no biologist (unlike two very talented other discord members), but I love science, and love reading and writing about animal life, evolution, and figuring out how to make my own aliens as "realistic" as possible (i.e. at least scientifically plausible).

One of my fellow discord members (Discordians? Discordees?) asked if I would post my collection of speculative biology "research material", so @admiral-arelami, this one's for you!

In no particular order, with some entries being more scientific than others:

Extraterrestrials: A Field Guide for Earthlings

by Terence Dickinson and Adolf Schaller c 1994

A kid's book, this little volume actually gives a great introduction to the idea of looking at aliens from a more scientific perspective. It starts with looking at some popular sci-fi aliens, then moves on to discussing theoretical planetary environments, and the aliens that might evolve to live there. The cutie on the cover is a creature that might live in the atmosphere of a gas giant!

Speaking of which:

Cosmos by Carl Sagan. c 1980 Both the mini-series and the book. Wish I could find my beautifully illustrated hardcover edition, but oh well.

This absolute classic features an unforgettable chapter where Carl Sagan speaks about the possibility of life in the atmosphere of Jupiter, imagining "sinkers", "floaters" and "hunters", as a small example. I was absolutely blown away and I'm not the only one! Notable sci fi writers like Robert L. Forward and Timothy Zahn (I'm a huge fan, if you couldn't tell by my blog) have both written novels about the same topic. If you're a fan of Classic Doctor Who, the Cosmos mini-series won't disappoint in the aesthetics department either!

After Man: A Zoology of the Future by Dougal Dixon c 1981

Considered one of the most influential texts of the speculative biology sub-genre, and probably one of the first to treat the topic with genuine scientific curiosity. It looks at a world 50 million years in the future, and theorizes about how modern day animals might have evolved during that time, assuming that humanity has gone extinct. Beautiful artwork accompanies intriguing looks at possible animals, all sorted by biome.

After Man is part of a loose "series" along with The New Dinosaurs (a speculative Earth where non-avian dinosaurs never went extinct)and Man After Man: An Anthropology of the Future (what might have happened to humans in the After Man universe, who aren't so extinct after all). I don't have the other two (yet), but the whole "trilogy" is available to borrow (for free, and legally!) on the Internet Archive, so I've read them. Man After Man is messed up.

The Future is Wild c 2002

Basically a spiritual successor to After Man, this 13 part mini series has the same premise -- looking at how modern day animals might evolve in the future -- though it examines different time periods: 5 million years, 100 million years, and 200 million years in the future. I love this series for its creativity, pretty decent CGI (especially for its time) and some absolutely unforgettable animals, like the giant Toratons -- tortoises the size of sauropod dinosaurs! Some of its premises are a little questionable as Science has Marched On, but it's still a really fun watch, and puts as much thought into its wildlife as its predecessor.

Future Evolution by Peter Ward c 2001

This book also looks at possible future life on Earth, but takes a much more pessimistic view of things, and the author honestly doesn't sound like he enjoys the topic at all, which makes me wonder why he wrote about it in the first place. Unlike the previous two examples, he assumes humanity will still be around in the future, and our presence alone basically prevents any cool megafauna from evolving in the first place, and he assumes we'll never make any headway into space either. Kind of a downer, actually.

HG Wells Science Fiction Treasury c circa 1895-1901

The previous entry compared his work to Wells' The Time Machine, and honestly, he shouldn't have. Wells was a visionary. In his novels, long before anyone else even considered doing so, Wells thought about the effects of lower gravity on his Martians and their susceptibility to Earth bacteria in War of the Worlds, the possible future evolution of humanity in The Time Machine, and more on alien life in The First Men in the Moon, to name a few in this collection. The Island of Doctor Moreau is a borderline case, since the "beast men" there were made and didn't evolve naturally, but is still an interesting look at humans' relationship with other animals. Basically, anyone interested in spec bio would be doing themselves a disservice if they didn't read Wells' novels.

The Resurrectionist by E.B. Hudspeth c 2013

Part guidebook, part novel, this work looks at popular creatures from mythology and actually tries to examine them from a scientific perspective, looking at how their anatomy might possibly work, and their relation to humans, if any. Definitely an interesting look at creatures that are usually brushed off as pure fiction, like mermaids, harpies, centaurs, etc.

Speaking of mythical creatures ...

The Flight of Dragons by Peter Dickinson c 1979

The original "Dragonology", this book, which partly inspired the animated film of the same name (which was made by the same studio as The Last Unicorn). Its ideas on how dragons scientifically may fly and breathe fire have been "borrowed" by many other speculative works afterwards, and most theories seem pretty solid. However, I can't ever read this book again after it proposed wildly unfair sexual dimorphism for dragons. It said the cool, fire-breathing giant lizards we all know and love are the males, while things like Medusa or Grendel's Mother, mostly humanoid mythical monsters with barely any connection to dragons, are the females. Yeah ... that killed it for me, I'm sad to say.

The Wildlife of Star Wars: A Field Guide

by Terryl Whitlatch and Bob CVarrau c 2001

This book looks at the animal life of various on-screen Star Wars planets, with specific chapters on Tattooine, Dagobah, Yavin IV, the Forest Moon of Endor, Bespin Hoth, Coruscant (yes, Coruscant apparently has some wildlife!) and 3 separate chapters on Naboo, with a little bit at the end showing off other notable Legends animals (such as fan-favourite Ysalamiris!) Not the most scientific on in-depth book in this collection by any means, but the artwork is beautiful, and at least it tries. I'm really glad I saw it on Ebay!

To Seek Out New Life: The Biology of Star Trek

by Athena Andreadis c 1998

There's a couple Star Trek biology books out there, but I enjoyed this one the most. It doesn't really talk about animal life, but instead focuses on Star Trek's sapient (mostly humanoid) alien species, and tackles some philosophical questions, such as whether artificial lifeforms like androids or holograms count as life -- a topic the shows themselves have wondered about.

The Teeming Universe: An Extraterrestrial Field Guide

By Christine Cline c 2021

The newest book in my collection, the author and illustrator really puts a lot of thought into what alien life might actually be like, using the newly-discovered planet types of reality as opposed to science fiction, like a tidally-locked planet around a red dwarf star. He also assumes humans will be able to go out and explore these worlds ourselves, and that we can make peaceful contact with sapient aliens we may encounter (who will NOT be humanoid!). A refreshingly optimistic and fun look, and very up-to-date.

The Zoologist's Guide the the Galaxy by Arik Kershenbaum c 2021

I had actually completely forgotten that I picked up this book! Once I read it, I'll give a proper review, but considering it's just as new as The Teeming Universe, I'm hoping it will be just as accurate and fun!

#Speculative Biology #my spec bio collection #so far #science fact #science fiction #love this genre so much!

22 notes · View notes

collapsedsquid · 9 months ago

Text

Just in case you’re thinking everything onboard still sounds like parts of a science experiment, enter Jeff Koons’ Moon Phases. En route to the Moon, alongside all the sciencey stuff, are 125 sculptures depicting... the Moon itself. Yes, you read that correctly. Renowned American artist Jeff Koons has crafted 125 stainless steel sculptures capturing the Moon's phases as observed from Earth, various perspectives in space, and even during a lunar eclipse. Each sculpture is named after a notable figure who has left a significant mark on human history. In a tweet the day before the launch, Koons said that he was “honoured to have the first authorised artwork on the Moon”. Don’t worry, though; we Earthlings don’t have to miss out on the artwork just because it’s 384,400km (238,855 miles) away. Non-fungible tokens, or NFTs, based on the sculptures of the Moon's phases are available to purchase, should you be so inclined.

The moon rover's carrying NFTs, nuke it from orbit it's the only way to be sure

37 notes · View notes

feral-ferrule · 2 months ago

Text

Chapter 4

Word count: 3580ish

Fic Masterlist

Echo x Earthling reader OC (reader has a nickname)

Reader is a captive charged with taking care of Echo in the tower on Skako minor.

Music to set the mood

Warnings: I saved this chapter for kinktober💅. mature content 18+ minors dni, graphic depictions of violence and injury, character death, lactation, spontaneous lactation, adult breastfeeding, angst, sexual arousal, psychological trauma, conveniently placed ductwork, self indulgence, mention and quoting of Grapes of Wrath sorry if you had a terrible high school experience with it. Not beta read or well edited, we die like clones here

I kept physical descriptions of Reader as generic as possible. The artwork is very much self portraiture. Artwork and inspiration at the bottom

Still blinking and rubbing your eyes you frowned at the schedule on the med bay’s data pad. They were busy today. Something was up because the connection to the clone was happening around the clock for the next few days. It gave you very little time with him between sessions. You would have to leave his neural connections plugged in and keep him in the control bay instead of going through the lengthier process needed to fully decouple and then reconnect him to the chamber and network. You figured you’d be able to check over and clean him the first time. Then a couple hours after that you could feed him. Depending on how much you were able to get into him at a time, you could play it by ear how many feedings it would take. Setting a timer you settled down to meditate.

A couple hours later at the sound of the timer you set about the process of removing, tending and replacing the man before the next communication connection came in from the war beyond this world. You were grateful for how much the prosthetics handled his hygiene so as to save you from adding insult to his modesty. You tried pouring healing energy through him and sending him comfort and reassurance, but weren’t sure how effective you were since the collar was still well charged.

You were surprised at how little time you really seemed to have in that window. And worried about how quickly you’d be able to feed him with the sponge. Figuring you’d benefit from a look out your window and some breakfast you went down below to the mess and selected a substantial ration pack and electrolyte drink pack. You thought about dairy cows as you stared out your little window and had a sudden breakthrough memory of watching clones on tv while snuggling little people. Guilt over your abandoned family back home and your inability to put all the pieces together threatened to take you down into crippling depression. Which wouldn’t do, you had someone counting on you even if he didn’t know it. So you took a deep breath and went through your short to do list.

Your own nutrition and hydration (practically eating for two)

Wear down the force collar

Express milk

Scan the man

Inject electrolytes- if there’s any left in the supplies

Feed the man

Put him back

Repeat as necessary

You also had a new short list:

Take care of the man

Wait for help

Escape

Finally break down

After some more meditation on the force and a gradual reconnection to it you made your way back up to the stasis room. There was one little paper cup left in the med bay’s cabinet. Great you thought, searching for anything else, but coming up with nothing. You sighed, and set to work.

The man laid on the gurney, his head still attached to the long tubing that snaked down out of the stasis chamber. You quickly scanned him and saw he was indeed low on electrolytes so you gave him the infusion you had prepared. Injecting it through a port on his arm. After raising him up a bit you started talking to him in a soft voice.

“Hey, it’s me again.” His breathing sped up. “Don’t worry, I’m going to feed you with the sponge. Nothing scary today.” You dialed down the network connection a little with the controls on the panel and raised up your goggles and took off your mask and waited to see if he would rouse. His fingers twitched and his eyelids fluttered and you caught a glimpse of golden eyes. As he tried to focus on you he whispered, “You.” Then unfocused, mumbling nonsense, “ct 1409- ct-….”

“Yes it’s me, Choy, I’m going to give you the sponge now.”

You held up the sopping sponge to his lips and he opened his mouth. You figured there were about 40 or 50 calories in the milk you were able to express. Which wasn’t bad to start out with, but wouldn’t be enough as time went on and he was able to tolerate more. And want more. He sucked the sponge dry a last time and you put it and the cup aside.

“Can I touch you?” You asked.

He twitched his hand. You put your hand over his and squeezed gently. He sighed. With the other you soothed his forehead while reaching out to him with your mind to send him calm and safe thoughts. He felt so cold.

“Ner kar’ika.”

You gasped at his words, a tear slipped down your cheek as you studied his face.

**********

You knelt in the dirt and felt into the body and mind of the young clone soldier. The shy shiny you had met on your first day with the 187th. He was writhing and shuddering in pain, his body so broken, lungs flaming up from inhaling so much dust. Limbs fractured into hideous angles and multiple brain bleeds. There was nothing you could do but block his pain and let him die peacefully. As you calmed his pain he relaxed and sighed “Vor entye, ner kar’ika,” and he slipped away. His body and mind went cold and you broke off your connection. There were so many more to help but you couldn’t move from that spot. A hand touched your shoulder, turned you away from the mangled body and brought you into a hug. “You’ve done enough,” a modulated voice said above your ear. You noticed his jumbled energy, his spicy smell, Slick. He pressed a button on his vambrace behind your back.

“What does ‘vor-ent-yay-kareeka’ mean,” you asked him, clutching his curiass and leaning your cheek on his shoulder.

**********

Your clone seemed more peaceful now. You caressed his cheek and he closed his eyes. You let go of his hand, reached over to the console and dialed the network connection back up.

Your tears were coming fast now. He called you one of the clones’ most precious terms of endearment, his star, his little sun, and you were just a complicit agent of his imprisonment. You quickly put him back in the chamber and knelt down to the floor and had a good ugly cry.

It was four hours till the next window. You got up, put your mask and goggles back on and washed out the cup in the sink since it was the last one and threw out the sponge since there were a ton of them. You headed down to your quarters and plopped onto your bunk. Emotionally spent and having had restless, nightmare infested sleep, you drifted off.

Waking with a start to some banging in the distance you checked the time on the small chronometer on your wrist. It was close to time to feed him again, you rushed out to the elevator to get up there but were stopped by some maintenance droids.

“This area is off limits right now for repair work. The elevator isn’t working and we are trying to figure out what caused the malfunction.”

You looked over at the elevator and saw that they had the doors open but the lift was only half way up in the space. There were pieces of parts laying around and a whole crew of droids looking confused. Your heart sank and you cursed the Skakoan cheapskates. “Good working order, my ass,” you huffed under your breath stalking back to the mess. You grabbed a ration bar and water and sat at a long table. You could only fume and curse the Techno Union, the Skakoans, Slick. Everyone involved in this, everyone who was causing all these problems. The greed, the absolute capital greed of it all, and some neverending source of energy to fuel it. You rarely allowed yourself these moments, but sometimes it got to you.

It took them hours to fix the lift, and you were finally scanned and up level. You weren’t sure when the next window was so you checked the data pad. It had all changed, there was a brief one in 50 seconds and another in two days. That can’t be right, but you dashed out of the med bay and began the process of releasing him so you had maximum time with him- oh but you hadn’t expressed any milk!

As you watched the gurney bed lower down the only solution you could think of intimidated the hell out of you. Reenacting the end of Grapes of Wrath with a Star Wars clone was never how you pictured your life going. You turned him over and turned down the network connection more than last time. As you whispered hello to him he woke up a little, looking over at you with his pale eyes. You slid your goggles up and pulled your mask off.

He smiled weakly, “Kar’ika.”

He seemed more lucid. You smiled and stroked his cheek, “Hey, sweetheart, we have to try something new. I’m going to have to, well, feed you directly from my breast.”

If you felt uncomfortable feeding him before, you were now well out of your comfort zone. Way way out. But this was literally life or death for him so you shoved down all your social programming and questions of consent. You raised him up enough to breast level and pulled your top down in the front and popped the boob closest to him out of your breast band. He looked from your breasts to your face.

“It was my milk I fed you, it’s the only thing I can give you to keep you alive.” Your heart felt like it was going to flutter out of your chest and you had a hard time maintaining eye contact.

His eyes locked onto your chest and darkened.

You supported your breast from underneath and leaned closer to his face bringing your nipple to his lips.

“Please don’t bite.”

He opened his mouth with a studdering breath and drew your nipple in onto his tongue sealing his lips around it. This was really happening. His nose pressed into the plush of your boob.

And he sucked.

Your let-down reflex sprang into action and both breasts released a torrent of milk. You felt him choke a bit and his eyes opened wider. Looking up at you.

You didn’t think you could get more mortified. “I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t help when that happens.” You used your sleeve to dab at the dribble of milk around his lips and smiled down at him.

He swallowed and smiled against you and kept suckling. The sensation sent a twinge straight down a nerve to your core, which set off more tingling behind your nipples as a feedback loop of stimulation circled through your body. After a few more swallows you said, “I need you to switch sides so I’m not uneven.” You popped your nipple out of his mouth, his top teeth barely grazing it, and tucked your breast band over it. Shifting your body slightly and leaning over a little more you sprang your much more engorged and damp tit out and pressed it to his lips.

The pressure in your lower belly and tickle deep in your core activated again as he latched on and gazed up at you. It took your breath away and you had to remember to stay standing. He groaned a bit through his nose and you were sure he would try to wrap his arms around you if he could. You longed for you both to hold each other, but continued to stand by his side, maintaining a tiny bit of propriety. He drained an equal amount from that side and you tapped the tip of his nose.

“I have to go, sweetie,” you tried to say in a steady tone. Your heart felt fluttery, “I’m sorry, you don’t want to over do it.” He swallowed and you pulled back out of his suction gently till he released your nipple with a wet pop. You tucked yourself back into your breast band and fastened your shirt back at the shoulder. You noticed that he could barely keep his eyes open. You caressed the side of his face humming a quiet melody.

“Yaiyai…ika,” he nuzzled into your hand before closing his beautiful golden eyes and drifting off to sleep. Stretching back you dialed up the neural connection again and let him stay upright a few minutes while you hummed more of the song. This allowed his stomach to settle before laying him flat and raising him back into place in the chamber. Just in time for the next network link.

You felt so many things. Arousal. This was something hard wired. His mouth drawing milk from you sent a wild sensation through your whole body, woke something deep. Guilt. You still had the sense of betraying him by putting him back.

And you were grateful that he didn’t bite you.

Waiting two days to see him was torture and it worried you. This was going to hurt, whatever ended up happening to him. Even if you were able to get him to safety, or help would come and rescue him you’d go your separate ways right? You forced that thought down. Your hormones were probably off the charts while he nursed from you which made you feel a bond. He probably wouldn’t even remember any of this or you, right?

You spent these days in your sleep clothes, exercising, meditating, checking his vitals, and shower sessions of manual milk expression because the tits were fully primed now and they seemed to think they had a whole squad to feed. Your brain decided to play the milkshake song. This was not helping with your internal conflict of enjoying breastfeeding a not fully conscious grown man who you didn’t even know. You couldn't stop thinking about him. How he'd flesh out under your care, how the light would come back to his eyes and he would be able to hold you as you held him. Put his mouth other places. OK Stop.

Lenny and Squiggy came by each night to put a new battery in your collar. And each time you were given a brief exposure to the force which you used to stretch your mind and call out for help.

The Skakoans commed you at one point. Their fleshy heads flickering in and out of focus in the holo beam. You gave vague answers, it felt like they were hoping you failed somehow.

Finally the time came to get the man down again. You ate some awful bars for breakfast, changed into some clean day clothes and boots and went up to the med bay to double check the schedule. It showed two windows today and a late one tonight. Good, you’d be able to use the first one for general care and then two feedings. It was hard to gauge how much milk he was getting in him so you decided to just monitor his electrolytes and slowly increase your feeling of emptying with each feeding.

This procedure went well for a few days. He seemed to be filling out and didn’t look so close to death. The sessions continued to affect you and the sensation was getting stronger along with the clone. This was the first time since you’d been in this universe that your breasts weren’t so full and heavy. You were feeling lighter and freer than you had since back home.

Your ability to feed him, to save his life with your own body felt empowering. It gave you a fresh confidence in yourself even if it was just a bodily function and probably the force’s effect. But it gave you power over your sadistic captors who intended to dispose of this man and to punish you for things out of your control, most likely to get out of their contract and keep you.

The days blended together and at some point the mechanism that elevated the head of the bed stopped working. This had you climbing up on the demagnetized table and holding him in your arms in a variety of positions, always mindful to block the view of the occasional patrol droid that would peak in the room on its rotation. You didn’t want to bring attention to the malfunction since word would get back to the Skakoans and there’d be too many questions. Your clone seemed to respond well, liking the closeness and human touch as much as you did. You hadn’t realized how touch starved you had become in the last two years. So you decided you’d dial the network control down more the next time so he could benefit more from some cuddles more lucidly.

But the next time didn’t happen.

Alarms blaring and the sound of blaster fire and shouting somewhere above in the tower woke you from a dream about that very thing. It was so vivid - men rescuing the clone and battleing a droid army with the local natives. You realized it was a memory and not just a dream and this place was in the central plot. Was that good or bad? There was a Jedi here you realized with excitement. The rest of it was still fuzzy but this was it, the rescue, and it had you changing and packing fast. You slung your duffel straps over your shoulder like a backpack, put your mask and goggles on and opened your door

-and there were Lenny and Squiggy.

“We have orders to evacuate you if we are attacked” said Lenny “ Follow us.” You sighed and followed them out to the elevator which opened to a smoking and gaping hole. The droids looked at eachother. “We will have to wait for the lift to be repaired to take you to the safe room at the base of the tower.”

“Ok well I’m going to go use the refresher, I’ll be right back ok thanks you guys, always my heros.” You tapped each of them on their snoots.

They puffed up and saluted you. “Roger Roger, ma’am. “

You did indeed go to the barrack’s refresher, but only to access the air ductwork through a panel that you figured was connected to the cooling system in the floor above. It was large enough for you to shimmy up through it using your arms and feet to brace and climb. You had your small duffel on your head, pushing it ahead of you as you wriggled and inched your way up and finally made it to the next grate.

Peeking through you could see the stasis room. A black ball hovered in the air near the open stasis chamber, jagged purple electric lighting streaking out of it touching all the surfaces. The man was gone, you noticed, and intense worry settled deep in your stomach. You decided to keep climbing to the next level. When you reached the next grate you pushed and pounded it with your fist and it popped out with a clatter. Dragging your duffel down and shoving it through the opening you reached through and braced your shoulders outside the hole. When you pulled yourself out into the room the shaft behind you shuddered with a blast of air. Something must have blown up down there. Now you were very concerned.

You were in the cooling system, it seemed from the chill. There were some muffled sounds down one of the passageways so you cautiously crept that way. A couple turns down the corridor you saw something odd on the floor. Crouching down you saw that it was the clone’s catheter and bag. Oh dang that couldn’t have felt good coming out. But good riddance. You thought grimly about his stoma that would need surgical correction. You looked up, hearing shouts.

After a time of picking and choosing twists and turns, following sounds, you came to an opening to the outside and pressed yourself to the wall next to it. You had caught a glimpse of a blaster fight happening on the pipe that extended out to another tower. You peeked out and saw droids firing on soldiers and a Jedi who were standing and hanging off of the pipe. Then there was a horrible screeching noise and massive flying creatures swarmed the air around the tower. The Jedi shouted and jumped off, landing on a beast. Then another two. You saw one was your clone and you leaned out of the opening to get a better look. It was definitely him and he was flying away on one of the creatures. As the last of the men jumped onto the creatures the droids deployed their wings and flew after them.

The wind whistled. You weren’t sure what to do now. So you sat against the wall tucked inside the tower and looked out to the other up in the clouds across the pipe. Their experiment was gone and the facility probably destroyed. Your contract would be ‘renegotiated’ for sure now. The door on the other side was still open. You could carefully walk across to it and you’d have a better chance at escape. You tried to stretch your mind out into the force but the collar was still too charged for a strong connection. Everything had happened so fast this morning and you felt a compulsion to see that your sweet clone, a main character and hero in this world, made it out safe. So you took a deep breath and stepped out onto the pipe.

🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛inspiration🥛🥛🥛🥛🥛

'Rose of Sharon loosened one side of the blanket and bared her breast... Her hand moved behind his head and supported it. Her fingers moved gently in his hair. She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.’ Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck

My art and the inspiration Roman Charity by Lorenzo Pasinelli c. 1670

#kinktober #clone kinktober #echo my beloved #clone wars #clone trooper echo #breastfeeding #cw breastfeeding a grown man #ferrule does art🤌#ferrule writes #the bad batch #star wars clone wars

9 notes · View notes

overlordmetal · 2 months ago

Text

Xenamon reference sheet

"For too long, Earthlings have suffered at the mercy of beings born superior to us. For too long have we relied on those same beings deemed superior to fight our battles for us--that changes now."

General information

Full Name: Xenamon

Name pun/meaning: Xenamon = Cinnamon

Nicknames/Alternate Names: "The Earthling with the Might of a Saiyan"

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Age:

Birth Date: October 18, Age 756

Birth Place: Sacred Land of Korin

Nationality/Ethnicity: Karinga Tribesman

Species: Human-Type Earthling

Relationship Status: Single

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Base of Operations: Mobile; Korin Tower (formerly)

Occupation: Martial Artist, Tribesman, Guardian, Freedom Fighter

Physical Information

Height: 5’7” / 170 cm

Weight: 117 lbs / 53 kg

Body Build: Slim and Athletic

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Skin Tone: Tan

Birthmarks: n/a

Scars: several small scars scattered across his body from fighting (especially on his hands and feet)

Tattoos: n/a

Piercings: n/a

Other: Long nails coated in a special black husk, tribal makeup

Personality

MBTI: INTJ

Attitude:

In his youth, Xenamon already displayed his natural leadership qualities and intelligence but was more cheerful and sociable, often reaching out to anyone who he thought needed help. He was polite and level-headed, but wasn’t above falling into the usual hysterics that a young child would. He was very bold and straight-forward, sometimes saying things that could potentially offend (though it was out of curiosity rather than ill-intent). Xenamon was also outwardly empathetic, easily being able to easily relate with other people’s dilemmas and provide help.

By his teens, Xenamon is usually serious and reserved, keeping a level head in most situations. His meticulous approach combined with his keen observational skills often give him an analytical edge in most situations as he carefully plans intricate strategies for various challenges. He’s also creative and isn’t afraid to try new things as long as he believes the result will likely be favorable. Xenamon exercises a great deal of discipline, often following a strict regimen diligently and preferring to plan his day out beforehand. Despite this, he isn’t afraid to adapt should his hand be forced.

Generally a loner, Xenamon greatly values and appreciates his companions, but only opens up and expresses himself around those he trusts. Despite his reserved nature, Xenamon is usually polite and prefers to speak in a formal manner. He rarely expresses his emotions, desiring to keep them under control rather than allow them to cloud his judgment. This is especially enforced by past mistakes caused by when he let his feelings get the better of him. Xenamon is also prone to bearing heavy burdens on his own, taking duties on as his responsibility. Xenamon can appear unusually shaken or emotional if he feels he's lost control of a situation or is unable to come to any solutions.

Though mainly reliant on logic and reason, Xenamon retains a strong moral code, despising the evil in the world. He understands that fighting alone will not solve this and strives to influence mindsets to turn away from malevolence. Though initially reluctant to kill, Xenamon believes there are times where such an action is necessary.

___

Likes:

Art - Xenamon enjoys the arts very much and can be found painting and crafting or admiring artworks and sculptures from time to time.

Literature - Xenamon is an avid reader, often seen with a book in his off-time. He enjoys work of fiction as well as studying various sciences and psychology. Xenamon also keeps a journal.

Martial Arts - Ever since he was young, Xenamon was always interested in the martial arts because they allowed a normal human to be physically formidable. This is why he trains rigorously to achieve personal strength in order to remain competent and able to protect what he cares about.

Rock Music - Xenamon enjoys listening to rock music very much--especially heavy metal.

Cats - his favorite animal. His favorite type of cat are Tigers, especially the Siberian Tiger.

Fruit - Xenamon’s snack of choice, his favorite fruit of all being the dragon fruit.

Meditating - Xenamon spends a lot of time thinking and meditating about different things. He creates a lot of strategies and also analyzes different topics in depth.

Dislikes:

Corruption and Disorder

Androids and Alien Invaders - Xenamon can get along with foreign races just fine, but he's weary of all the tragedies his world has suffered from the malicious kind that use their power to cause suffering.

Junk food - Xenamon grew up in the Sacred Lands and as such, never developed a taste for fried, processed, fatty, or fast foods.

Fears:

Failing or losing control - Xenamon hates feeling useless or like a failure and losing control of situations; especially when it’s something important to him.

History

Xenamon was born October 18, Age 756 in the Sacred Land of Korin to a family of the Karinga Tribe. As he grew into a boy, Xenamon was a very responsible child, joining his parents and the other adults in the activities and duties of the Karinga Tribe, often acting as a natural leader among the children. In the original timeline (Future Trunks' timeline), Xenamon witnesses the androids destroy his home and people, being one of the few Karinga Tribesmen to survive the onslaught. He then spends the next several years training and searching for other fighters in order to take the androids down and restore Earth. In the current timeline however, Xenamon remains with his people since Korin and the Karinga Tribe are still alive.

Family, Alignment and Affiliations

Family

Parents/Guardian: Sal (father), Shu-Gah (mother)

Siblings: n/a

Significant Other: n/a

Children/Offspring: n/a

Pets: n/a

Alignment: Neutral-Good

Affiliations: Karinga Tribe; Kame House, Dragon Team (Future Trunks Timeline)

Mentors: Bora, Korin, Mr. Popo; Master Roshi (Future Trunks timeline)

Friends: Upa, Bora, Korin; Future Trunks, Bulma, Master Roshi, Pu'ar, Santoor, Oboe (Future Trunks timeline)

Enemies: Androids 17 and 18, Cell, Babidi, Dabura, Goku Black, Zamasu (Future Trunks Timeline)

Rival(s): Alcolio

Worst Enemy/Arch-Nemesis: Androids 17 and 18 (Future Trunks Timeline)

Acquaintances: Turtle, Oolong, Bellini, Vodaka, Crucifer (Future Trunks Timeline)

Other: Xenamon is a big fan of the Dragon Team (Goku, Vegeta, Gohan, Piccolo, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Master Roshi), even though he doesn't know them personally in most timelines.

Stats and Transformations

Power Level: 18,000 to 250,000; 180,000 to 25,000,000 with Primal Spirit activated. 1,000,000 to 65,000,000; 10,000,000 to 650,000,000 with Primal Spirit activated (Future Trunks Timeline).

Note: I was scaling off of the characters from the different sagas so power level numbers are nothing more than estimates since they stopped counting after Namek.

Powers & Abilities: Ki Manipulation, Superhuman Physiology, Enhanced Senses, Self-Enhancement; Flight (Future Trunks Timeline). Expert Martial Artist, Expert Tactician, Expert Survivalist, Skilled Swimmer, Artistry.

Ki Color: Red-Orange, Black, Blue

Fighting Styles: Karinga Style, Korin Style; Kame Style (Future Trunks Timeline)

With "Primal Spirit" Activated

Xenamon focuses his inner ki and harnesses the enrgy surrounding him to awaken his "Primal Spirit". With this ability activated, Xenamon's power is multiplied tenfold and his senses are enhanced to the point where he can touch, taste, smell, and see ki. His fingers form especially sharp ki claws that allow him to bypass his opponent's physical form and directly attack their spirits. He also possesses unique camouflage and tracking abilities while in this state and can phase through material objects.

Notable Techniques

Ki Claws - user concentrates their ki into their fingers, forming claws capable of slicing through most substances.

Tracer - User plunges a ki shard into their opponent, creating minimal damage and allowing said user to track their opponent’s movements and vitals at all times.

Blindspot - The user bends light around their body, similarly to the Solar Flare but instead uses it to cloak their appearance, rendering them invisible. They can also muffle their sound by concentrating the ki in their body to minimize impact between them and the floor. The user can hold this as long as they maintain concentration.

Predator’s Grip - User latches onto an opponent’s back and pierces their claws into their nervous system, gaining control over the victim’s movements. As long as they remain physically connected to the nerves, the user can maintain control over the body.

Paralyzing Bite - user uses a variation of Predator’s Grip to paralyze their opponent. The user does not need to remain connected for paralysis to continue and the effects can last from a few minutes to life depending on the severity of the attack.

Homicide Bomb - User performs a variation of Predator’s Grip to detonate their opponent, causing them to explode and create mass destruction.

Night Vision - User adapts their eyes for perfect night vision through the use of ki.

Living Anchor - User densifies their body using ki to make themselves immovable.

Splitting Roar - user manipulates ki to amplify their voice, allowing them to create various effects such as disorientating or incapacitating their opponent, splitting objects, and the like.

Ki Blast - The most basic form of energy wave.

Ki Sense - An ability that allows the user to sense ki and power levels.

Afterimage Technique – An ability to move so swiftly that an image of the user is left behind.

Telepathy – A way to communicate with others using one's mind.

Pressure Point Attack – A technique which, by touching or hitting weakly certain pressure points on an opponent's body, can incite effects such as paralysis or knock the opponent out. Enough prolonged pressure on the pressure points can also kill the opponent.

Ki Blast Thrust - The user focuses their ki into their fist and charges toward the opponent with an ki-enhanced punch which can cancel out weak to average Ki Blasts as they charge toward the opponent.

Flight - The ability to fly with the use of ki (Future Trunks Timeline only).

Signature Technique: Spirit Crusher - Xenamon uses his Ki Claws to strike key points in his opponent's body, immobilizing them and blocking off their ability to utilize ki. Spirit Crusher can also be used fatally to permanently separate his opponent's spirit from their body.

Weaknesses:

Since his senses are keen, they can be overwhelmed by loud noises, etc. Can only hold his power up for ten minutes straight before powering down, which leaves his spirit detached from his body for ten days as it recovers in Other World. Can’t breath in the vacuum of space.

Other Notes

Xenamon was originally conceived as the son of Yamcha. Similarly to how Yamcha is wolf-themed, Xenamon was tiger-themed. His origin was later reworked however to avoid following the common trope of "OC children".

Xenamon and Alcolio were originally going to be half-brothers from the same mother

Xenamon's name is a pun on the spice, cinnamon.

Character Theme: Sepultura - Roots Bloody Roots

youtube

#xenamon #oc #original character #dragon ball #dragon ball z #anime #manga #art #artwork #digital art #artists on tumblr #OverlordMetal #Youtube

8 notes · View notes