Letice [Coner's Tri Soul] Sept 14, 2020 18:47:58 GMT -5
Post by Hobbet on Sept 14, 2020 18:47:58 GMT -5
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Born with a power level of one, Letice was written off as a weakling. So much so that his father stripped him of his name and sold him to a tribe that lived near the northern border. There, he was subjected to indignities. Treated no better than an alien slave, he was forced to toil in the fields and work his fingers to the bone. Every mistake resulted in a vicious beating by a whip, earning him scars across his body. Still, he persevered, and he bided his time. As he grew older and stronger, he knew that his time for vengeance would come. On the outskirts of the planet, laws were far more lazze faire. It wasn't uncommon to hear reports of a Saiyan going missing, or dying, due to a dispute with a rival tribe. After all, those living in those camps were deemed too weak to join the Saiyan Army, so they were thought as second-class citizens. Thus, if they were to die then....
Well, they wouldn't be missed.
Patience was a virtue that Letice knew all too well. The beatings he received made him stronger, and he sensed that his opportunity to strike was upon him. He entered the room of the children, and he strangled them both while they slept. He entered the parent's bedroom, and his devious mind subjected the two to unimaginable cruelties. Death came slow, but Letice enjoyed the watching the light leave their eyes.
The fun part was over, and the culmination of his efforts was nothing short of pure ecstasy. His Saiyan blood boiled, stirring him to do more, to kill more, to conquer. He made his way towards the mainland, stark naked save for the blood of his captors which marred his body. He was ready to enlist and allow the real fun to begin.