Sizz-Lorr Brando

Subject: Sizz-Lorr Brando Tue Nov 23, 2010 3:35 am

Name; Sizz-Lorr Brando ( Better known as Sizz ) / Shujaa of Succoria (Apophian Name)

Birth Date; November, 2nd

Zodiac; Scorpio / Horse

Age; 20

Height; 3'7 (Base Height) 4'2 (at peak of quills

Weight; 98.3 lbs

Species; Bicolored-spined Porcupine / Apophian

Eye color; Gold

Fur color; Cobalt Blue w/ Cyan Quills

Love Interest; None

Marital Status; Single

Allies; Rebecca, Zerox Noriaki, Mischa Zukov, Rage Helios

Family; Vergil Balthazar (Older Brother), Berial Spike Joestar (Younger Cousin), Bizzeh B. Joestar (Younger Cousin), Bastion Brando (Father) Succoria of Jinpachi (Mother) Jinpachi of Apophis (Grandfather)

Enemies; Vergil Balthazar (Nemesis) Anyone opposing peace throughout Mobius

Rivals; Zerox Noriaki ( Competitive), Berial Joestar (At times, Hostile) Bizzeh B. Joestar (At Times, Competitive.)

Alignment(Side); Hero / Lawful Good

Clothing Style; Varies

Fighting Styles; Tohufuhai with incorporations of Sousetsuken, Satsui no Hadou, Hokuto Shinken.

Personality; Sizz is the type of person who blindly faces any threat head on, without fear, hesitation, or even common sense. His impulsive heroic nature driven by an indomitable spirit and unbridled determination. Known as the "Azure Apex", due to his coloration and fighting prowess, Sizz wages a constant war on all planetary threats to Mobius.

Likes; Training, Fighting, Eating, Traveling, Trying new things, Quiet surroundings, Exploration, Trying on new clothing and outfits, Bettering his body and enhancing his strength and abilities, Maracas

Dislikes; Evil, Murder, Senseless death, Lightning, Magic, Apophians, Complicated Plans, Mopey people, Technology.

Favorite Food; Zongtang, Chocolate Milk, Strawberries

Blood Type; A special blood type from his Apophian bloodline.

Location; North Western Hemisphere, Mobius.

Team; None currently.
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Chapter 1: The Second Son is Born (Guiding Lights of the Future's Past.)

Sizz-Lorr Brando was born on November 2nd, nearly twenty years ago. His birth took place at his parent's home, along the outskirts of a nearby metropolis. His father: Bastion Brando, (A bi-colored porcupine and Mobian who was a world renowned mercenary for hire and champion practitioner of various armed and unarmed styles of combat.. He along with his brother, Trask and sister ran an operation, dealing with any sort of phenomena, from vampires, lycanthropes, and monsters, to disaster relief efforts and skirmishes between nations and groups. The Brando brothers were very popular, mainly among the underground weaponers grapevine. However they only accepted jobs that they felt had virtue and purpose within them.) and his mother: Succoria of Jinpachi. (Quite the opposite. Succoria wasn't a normal Mobian. Succoria was an Apophian, one of the superior spawn of Jinpachi, the origin of the species. Her broodmother being a fair maiden in her former life, Succoria was blessed with haunting beauty and an extraordinary amount of charisma and abundant female graces.) Born before him, was his older brother, Vergil. (Go to Vergil Balthazar's Profile for more information.) Once born, the first thing that was noticeable were his enchanting golden irises, a dim glow shrouding their form. His small frame lined with thin cobalt hued fur as opposed to his head which was forested with cyan quills, all tame and soft to the touch. He, like his brother before him was bestowed upon him two names. Sizz-Lorr Brando (Meaning: Typical unique name), by his father, and Shujaa of Succoria (Meaning: Protection from the Forsaken.), as was Apophian tradition and dictation. In the moments following his birth all seemed well, and Mobius seemed to be a place of lasting peace. However little did anyone realize that the "Wheel of Fate" was turning...

Chapter 2: Brought into a Dark World to become it's Light. (Guiding Lights of Future's Past.)

Sizz was raised along side his brother, Vergil. In Bastion's home, a villa built upon cashed-in favors and payment from his tasks. The weather had changed, the cold of winter, the renewal of spring, the gentle warmth of summer, and now into autumn, as the leaves surrounding their abode had begun to ripen. It drew close to Sizz's first birthday. An entire year of life and a day all dedicated to it's memorial. Everyone was full of hustle and bustle, and assorted commotion. In his first year, Sizz had already learned to walk properly, and could speak several words. He however was a shy child, and remained silent most of the time. Unsure even himself of what was happening, his brother remained silent, a scowl upon his face when he drew close, Instinctively, Sizz kept his distance. Soon the day arrived. His parents, brother, aunt and uncle,(Berial's Parents, FYI they aren't born just yet.) were all in attendance. From his many gifts, one had caught his attention. A handmade doll, curiously dubbed “The Marshmallow Man”. (The doll was fashioned by Succoria, due to her little know how on how to create such things, it turned out misshapen and awkward, adding to it's charm.) In the years following, Sizz refused to let the toy leave his side. It's texture and faint aroma bringing him comfort as he grew more aware of the world around him. It was something that remained constant, something to help him cope with the pace of things. He occasional would glimpse his brother, looking back with envious eyes. Time and again, Vergil would bully his younger brother, taking from him the object of his affections time and time again. Sizz however would remain silent, allowing Vergil to torment and belittle him more and more. Unbeknownst to anyone, a dark taint had begun enveloping and warping Vergil's mind and being. It was a few weeks after Sizz had turned three. The snow had begun to fall as the weather changed. Maybe it was a sign. Things soon would change in a radical way, it was the end of innocence, and the start of something both grand, and terrifying...

Chapter 3: And The House Came Crashing Down... (Guiding Lights of Future's Past.)

At his current age, Sizz was capable of speech, as well as harboring exceptional motor skills. His reflexes, eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell and taste were far above that of a normal Mobian his age. Despite his brother's praddling, life for Sizz-Lorr was simple and his family smothered each of their “precious gifts” with a zealous amount of affection. It was also around this time that Sizz and his brother had gained a new playmate in the form of one Berial Joestar. (Sizz's cousin, learn more about him by checking out Berial's profile.) Berial, though possessing a younger brother of his own, was far from old enough to play with the older children, having just recently been born himself. Though the Brandos were well provided for, the Joestars basked in the lap of luxury. (However this story is about Sizz-Lorr Brando, not the Joestars. Want to learn more about them, then again, visit either Berial or Bizzeh's profiles.) Despite that, things were all calm upon the surface. Though beneath that lie a dark and sinister seed which had routed itself long ago, and just now begun to spring to life. Bastion and Succoria had left their children in the care their aunt and uncle. (The Joestars) after leaving themselves in haste. Sizz sat across from Berial, his prized possession (The Marshmallow Man) cradled beneath his small arm. Beside him, his brother had begun to convolge, and with a sudden mighty burst of air. Sizz was unconscious. The final thing he witnessed before everything had faded into darkness was that of his brother, and what appeared to be “Wings” and “Horns” like that of his mother's. After what seemed like hours, Sizz had slowly peeled his eyelids back. His golden shimmering eyes baring witness to the final stand of his parents. A faded shadow upon the wall silhouetting the entire event as a small yet monstrous being seemingly tore the two apart. Their flickering form upon the wall swiftly falling to the ground, accompanied by an audible thud. Sizz remained perfectly still. His body heavy and his chest heaving. Scattered across the floor were what appeared to be bones, stripped clean of their mortal binding and lined with that of sharpened teethmarks. There was no Berial. No Bizzeh. No Aunt or Uncle. And now, No Mommy and Daddy. Barely managing to stay conscious, his final sight before once again slipping back into the darkness was that of a creature, not unlike a Mobian but more akin to that of a monster in story books. A deafening screech suddenly tore though the air, and with another harsh blast of wind, and a thunderous crash. The monster was gone. The ceiling above had been smashed clean through. The silhouette of the creature growing smaller and smaller in the dim moonlight. Suddenly it felt as if the ground had begun to rumble. The walls giving way as the stone slab above that was once a ceiling had come crumbling down. What was once dimly lit was now cast in darkness as his small body was piled upon by the rubble and debris... He had been laying there for what felt like an eternity. His chest tightly compressed, his limbs pinned, he could feel warmth running from his left eye, despite trying his hardest to open it's opposite, all he could see was darkness... All he could hear was noth- . . . Footsteps... The shifting of stone. And finally light. Air. Freedom. But how... And standing above the battered toddler was a man of intimidating stature. His facial features cascaded by the shadows over his face. His presence overwhelming, but warm. He crouched. His muscular frame softly outlined by the veil of moonlight. His rugged hands now sliding themselves beneath Sizz's torso. Lifting him upwards and pulling him towards his chest. That was all Sizz could now remember from that night. The stones that fell upon his head triggering an amnesiac state. Now all he knows is that he is Sizz-Lorr Brando, and he is traveling with a man simply known as “Trask”.

Chapter 4: Step by Frigid Step... (Guiding Lights of the Future's Past.)

Half of the world was dark... Half of everything was hidden... A medical patch adorned over his eye and his body brandished with bandages. His nearly bare body shivering from the frigid cold that loomed about his frame. But despite all of this, his lips were curled into a small smile as he gazed upon the man whom he believed to be the only living person in the world. It had been several days since Sizz was unearthed from the rubble of his former home and still no recollection of the events prior to being carried in the arms of a male closely resembling himself, but bigger. As they journeyed, Sizz was continually encouraged to push onward by the man he followed. Trask's deep tone only offering simple questions of inquiry as they now crossed the snowy mountain peaks far to the east. Sizz's view of the world was a simple one, as of any child's. However, with his former life now essentially gone, and without him even realizing he had a life before being discovered, that wasn't saying very much. He retained his ability to speak, and his excellent motor skills, and despite the nagging cling of the bandages and medical patch, he felt as if he didn't need them. As they pressed onward, the harsh drop in temperature would be enough to halt any normal Mobian. However, Trask and Sizz were far from it. They continued, blindly through the storm. Sizz's small frame had finally begun to succumb to the frigid weather, he desperately clung to Trask's leg, the patch and frost greatly impairing his vision. He was finally blinded once more. Letting out a shout of irritation as it echoed throughout the snowy peak. Almost immediately after, a booming roar was heard in response. Without a moments hesitation, Trask swept Sizz from his feet once more. A faded rocky outcropping in sight, he made a hasty dash towards it. Placing the child between the stones, he quickly cleared his exposed eye, and gestured for him to stay silent. Sizz buried his head between his knees. As the loud grunts of Trask and an unknown being were heard from afar. Moments later, Trask had returned, as if nothing had happened. He extended his hand towards the child, hoisting him from his hiding place. Trask then buried Sizz's face into his chest, carrying him onward. As Sizz had managed to wriggle his head free, his eye caught a glimpse of a large creature, laying motionlessly in the snow. As the pace of the storm increased, it's body was quickly covered in a thick blanket of snow. Sizz then nestled his head against Trask's shoulder in an attempt to retain some comfort as their combined figure blurred into the falling snow...

Chapter 5: Look The East Is Burning Red... (Guiding Lights of the Future's Past.)

What seemed like an eternity passed in only a few short weeks. Traveling on foot over such a great distance does take its toll on those that are new to the challenge. However, there are benefits that come with the accomplishment of the journey. Over the course of this trail, Young Sizz has begun to build his endurance. Which many would consider quite an accomplishment for a 3 year old. His body growing accustomed to the various places they had marched through, and his young mind taking in the sights of a world he had no idea existed. From the snowcapped mountains to the searing desert to the tall grasslands and now currently through the dense forestlands of the east. Along the way, Sizz was offered various foods from various cultures. Every person he and Trask had come across welcoming them with open arms and extreme hospitality. They never stayed longer than to rest their heads before once again pressing onward. A particular interest arose in young Sizz. At their latest stop, Trask now held a staff like object that he claimed “A friend was holding for him.” It's vibrant colors and decorative golden insignias seemed to shimmer with an ominous light. As well as an endurable set of clothing given to Sizz. A sparse ivory tunic and loose pants, though offered shoes, he refused them. Time passed, and it now grew dark. The soft song of crickets and cicada swirled about Sizz's ears. It's calming tune accompanied by that of a soft balmy breeze. Trask led him onward through the thickly populated trees. The soft soil lingering beneath his feet. For the first time in his life that he could remember, Sizz was at peace. He inhaled deeply into his lungs, taking in the brisk, bracing air that hung about them both. Most curious to that of the child was that his escort too seemed relieved, his lips curled into a confident and accomplished smile. They now traveled up hill. Trask clearing the way for his young charge. They soon reached the top as the sun began to peak over the horizon. Sizz stood beside Trask as he instructed the young boy to watch. In what seemed to appear like magic, the suns rays lighting the embedded forest and revealing that of a towering spire that stood within the valley below. Soon there after, several small homes breeched the shadows to make themselves known. Sizz stood in amazement, his small jaw open as if it were unhinged. Trask stood simply as he turned to Sizz and spoke. “Zenshin, Keiretsu, Tempa Kyouran.” Sizz stood as one of his towering ears soon fell to the side of his cranium curiously. Trask shook his head, kneeling to his knee as he placed his arm around the child's shoulders and spoke once more, pointing onward towards the rising sun. “Pay attention. The sun rises in the east, understand..?” it's rays displaying various hues from crimson and ruby, to scarlet and auburn. This happening only lasting for the next few moments before the ball of light began its climb higher in the sky. “And right now... the East is Burning Red...” Sizz simply nodded in agreement as Trask rose to his feet. They both together began their descent into the valley below. This would become Sizz's new home. The eastern city and province of Ikargua.

-To Be Continued-

Natural Abilities

Apophian Physiology: The Ancient Apophians were known for their nigh-indestructible bodies, powerful immune system, unmatched endurance, fierce fighting prowess and ability to thrive in the harshest of environments. Being a direct descendant of the first Apophian, Jinpachi; Sizz's body is highly durable, allowing him to survive ordeals that would kill that of a normal Mobian. However, this also comes at a price, as Sizz is extremely vulnerable to all forms of magic and arcane abilities. Being stuck with such an attack will force negate Sizz's healing ability reduce it to that of a normal healing time.

Super Mobian Strength: Sizz is endowed with Super Mobian Strength. His maximum lifting compatibility with strenuous effort reaching that of 20 tons.

Indomitable Willpower: Sizz's courageous and selfless personality generates not only zealous hubris but a strong will. By willing himself into doing so, Sizz can at often times, turn the tables on a bleak outcome and achieve victory.

Mastery of Martial Arts / Expert Fighting Prowess: Training from youth, Sizz was brought up and trained in the art of Tohofuhai.Tohofuhai is a style of martial arts. It incorporates various other forms of unarmed combat, constantly evolving and changing about it's own principals as well as harboring some of it's own powerful techniques. With more degree programs and special techniques than any other fighting school on Mobius, Tohofuhai, is uniquely qualified to prepare talented students who can communicate with their fists, and with the ability to place their mind, and spirit at one with their outward frame. Graduates include Sizz's Father, Bastion, and Master, Trask. Tohofuhai is among the elite in both Mobian and Inter-Dimensional recognition, rankings and placement. Named one of "The Universe's Best Schools of Fighting" by common people and deities alike and one of the Mobius's "Most Interesting Fighting Styles" by researchers from all over Mobius, Tohofuhai offers a choice of fighting techniques ranging from the 'Sekiha Tenkyoken' to the 'Master Cloth'. With the School of the Tohofuhai's one and only campus is located in the remote and secluded eastern province of Ikaruga and emergency technique mastery is taught in a flooding underground cave system beneath that of the Ikaruga Region itself!The innovative curriculum at The School of Tohofuhai emphasizes learning through intense training in an inspiring, fist-pounding environment. The individuality of each student is nurtured and cultivated by Master Trask, ensuring the student is able to harness his powers to their fullest.

Time Stop / Za Warudo: During Sizz's youth, He sought a stone mask that was stolen from his master, upon retrieving it, he was tricking into wearing it. The masks magical abilities altered that of Sizz's brain, allowing him an understanding of the concept of time and how it operates. This defining power is the ability to stop time (possibly in a limited area) allowing only himself, and people with a direct genetic duplication to move within it. Given Sizz's current state, however, this ability only works for a maximum of 10 seconds before time resumes flowing.