Name: O’Cella Piarte (pronounced Oh-Sell-Ah Pee-Art-Ay)
Gender: Male
Age: Nineteen (almost twenty)
Nationality: Trillstani
Zoid: RZ-062 Saberlion
AIM: YakashiKaji

Personality: For the majority of time O’Cella is a friendly person who prefers talking about things to throwing a fist, or in the case of his Zoid a claw, and despite the prejudice he receives as a Trillstani he harbors no ill will against anyone; including the Guylos Empire and the Helic Republic.

O’Cella, ever the optimist, is quiet happy to strike up a conversation with anyone around him, or if he’s feeling particularly bored an inanimate object. He loves to feel the wind against his face and going faster and reacting quicker than everyone else is the goal that he sets his sights on, even in a Zoid battle.

Despite this favorable behavior, O’Cella, like all people, has a snapping point. He hates to see people being used as stepping stones to further someone else’s career or social status and despises bullies. Although he would still try to talk someone out of doing either of these things he doesn’t mind teaching them a lesson either with fists or in a Zoid battle. It does take a long time for O’Cella to reach the point where he would rather react with fists than with words, though he will not let anyone push him around.

Background: Born in NC 72, O’Cella’s birth was frowned upon by some of the leaders of the village he grew up in for one reason and one reason only; his father. Although the war had long since ended, two leaders of the village he grew up in, Almara, believed that the union between a Republican soldier and one of their own was wrong.

However they did not have to worry too much about how O’Cella would be brought up by the soldier as, a year and a half after O’Cella’s birth, the soldier left and never looked back. The baby he left behind grew well however thanks to the same village leaders that hated his father, deciding that they would better sculpt the child’s life if they had direct access to him.

As the village was situated deep inside the jungles of Cronus, the villagers had little interaction with the people of the big city. Once a month if lucky a merchant, one of the few Trillstani that had been able to drag himself from poverty and into a somewhat respectable job, would come by the town and deliver news. News that the village leaders, fearing that the villagers would forsake their homes and the vital work they did to support the community for the somewhat peaceful world, hated to hear. Despite the virtual news blackout several of the villagers left when they heard that Zoid battles had been reinstated at Athens.

Again, during NC 78, news came to the small village that Zoid battles had been resumed by the Guylos Empire and, once again, villagers left. Former soldiers and Zoid pilots by profession, a lot of them thought that they would have an easier life it they could just get a Zoid and win some battles.

Because of this the remaining villagers had to work extra hard and, consequently, O’Cella began to work on one of the small farms dotted around. The majority of his work was carrying water or helping with the harvest but such work developed his muscles at a young age, the more work he put into the everyday farming then the more food their was throughout the year.

Despite working for at least a couple of hours every day of the week O’Cella was taught to read, write, math & basic geography by the village leaders. In spite of all the work he did, or maybe because of it, he developed an almost constantly optimistic view on the world. This helped when, rarely, people came across the village on their way to another city.

At ten years old, O’Cella was granted permission by the village leaders to travel with the merchant that had so often carried news to his home. They were only traveled together for four month but in that time O’Cella believed he learned a lot more about the outside world than from the words of his teachers. It was also then that he developed his fearless thirst for speed.

During the time he spent with the merchant, O’Cella traveled in a Gustav that, although far from fast, was quicker than anything he had ever ridden in before. When he saw a Shield Liger easily outrun it he decided, then and there, that he would one day pilot the fastest ever land Zoid.

In one of the big cities they visited, O’Cella, while exploring on his own, found an arcade with several Zoid simulators set up. He was quickly entranced by the possibility of piloting a Zoid, even a fake one, and got his chance. True to his nature, O’Cella chose a Konig Wolf to battle in and was quickly dispatched by his opponent who piloted a sturdier Dibison. Using this as a learning opportunity, O’Cella spent the majority of three days learning to better control the virtual Konig Wolf in battles and, by the third day, was able to win three battles out of five against his opponent; a kid only a year older than him.

When he returned to the village that had been his home for ten years, O’Cella felt an uneasy longing for the open road and the cockpit of a Zoid (especially after he found out that a simulator was different from piloting a real Zoid in many ways). Seeing this, and almost selfishly giving him more reasons to stay in his home, the village leaders partnered him with a pair of ex-soldiers that were now one of several groups of hunters that mainly kept the livestock on the farms from harm.

Although it was obvious that the village leaders thought that this would distract O’Cella, the young boy merely questioned the former soldiers, both ex pilots, about the operation of Zoids. His thirst to own a Zoid himself simply grew with each moment. A year and a half later, working as both farmer and hunter and having as much fun as he could during the times he wasn’t needed, O’Cella was guarding a small herd when a group of scavengers attacked.

He was able to scare the most of them off with fire but one attacked him, burying its teeth into O’Cella’s left arm. In response, with almost primal fury, O’Cella plunged his knife into its throat several times. The technology that most took for common was a rarity in the small village where the most technology was used to farm easier and more supplies to better feed the village and to trade with the outside world.

When word reached the village, by means of merchants, that a new Royal Cup Tournament was to be held O’Cella found that he had to go. His careful planning ended fruitlessly though as his mother, after an argument with the village leaders, gave him permission to go with the same merchant that had took him around the country a year and a few months prior.

After watching the Royal Cup Tournament, O’Cella dreamed, like many children, about being able to pilot a Zoid as well as those that had made it to the finals. He stayed with the merchant for another month, traveling back slowly home, and in that time he found and played with several Zoid simulators. His passion was constantly growing.

Returning to his home village, everyone noticed the change in O’Cella. Although he did everything required with him to the best of his ability he never did it with a smile on his face, he was bored.

Three years after the Royal Cup Tournament, O’Cella was brought in front of the village leaders and his mother and they argued for almost two hours. Finally he was given the blessing of everyone in the room, and the majority of the villagers outside, to leave in search of his dream. He joined up, once again, with the merchant that had practically introduced him to Zoids one time after another, and worked with him until he was sixteen and legally old enough to pilot a Zoid himself.

He found a battered Guntiger and bought it with money that he had saved over the years, a small donation from his village and the haggling skills of the merchant he was working with at the time. They continued to work together, selling and buying, but O’Cella longed for the arena. His wish was soon granted, although not in the way he expected.

Shortly before his eighteenth birthday O’Cella and the merchant were attacked by a pair of Stealth Viper and a single Godos. They fought back, not wanting to give the bandits their goods, and although they managed to destroy one of the Stealth Vipers and damage the Godos they lost the battle. A battle which cost the merchant his life and O’Cella his Guntiger and best friend, although O’Cella broke his left arm and received cuts to his front from shattered glass that consequently turned into scars.

Having money in a bank at Guygalos city, O’Cella made his way there as quickly as he could (which wasn’t very quickly considering he had lost his Zoid and most of his belongings) and withdrew most of it. What he hadn’t known was that his employer had also been paying money into the account which now totaled a little under fifty thousand. It seemed like years of repetitive labor with minimal expenses had a good side to it.

With the money he bought an electric blue Saberlion, slower than the Guntiger he had once piloted but the melee capabilities had pulled him to it quickly. At eighteen he was now able to register the ZBC as an official Zoids pilot and began to seek out a team to join, an ongoing quest, while at the same time pushing the limits of the Saberlion’s speed and agility.

Seeking out battles, although not stupidly, that he sometimes won but sometimes lost, O’Cella kept a smile on his face no matter what and left behind a trail of people that could not hate him, even if they lost.

Appearance: O’Cella is tall, even for his age, standing at about six feet and nine inches with naturally dark hair dyed various colors depending on his mood. He wears his hair long enough to reach his shoulders, pushed away from his face and tucked behind his ears, although if he’s going into battle and has time to prepare he will always pull it into a ponytail to keep it out of his eyes.

His eyes are dark and narrowed slightly, giving him an almost sinister appearance, and finely lined eyebrows only make him seem more so. He has no birthmarks of any kind but scars, mostly pale discolorations against his naturally tanned skin, on his body in various places shows that he has had a hard life.

Normally wearing clothes that will blend in to the area he is currently in, although he prefers dark to light, in loose or baggy styles; O’Cella will very rarely be dressed in anything that even appears formal. Sleeveless t-shirts make up his ‘wardrobe’ with dark metal bracers and greaves strapped to his forearms and lower legs respectively. He likes to wear fingerless gloves and lightweight boots with a cloak or duster, both reversible in black and the color of the foliage around his home village.

With his height comes broad shoulders but O’Cella is not very muscular, he does however maintain the build of a former hunter; his arms and legs showing well defined muscle and his stomach flat although not with the same defined muscle appearance. A leather belt with a simple metal buckle in the form of an infinity sign (∞), a single leather sheath hanging at his left hip big enough for a long knife, thirteen inches in length, that is always by his side (unless of course someone takes it from him).

The ‘exotic’ appearance of his heritage is slightly less visible in O’Cella because of his father, his features more solid and defined, yet many people notice the looks of the Trillstani in him and, consequently, judge him by it.



Ooc note: The name is letters taken from the latin words storm and speed and mixed around to form something mildly exotic, they are not japanese or taken from any anime. Just a heads up.

When we rag on people for taking stuff out of an anime, we're generally talking to twerps that want a character named "Sith Lord Bit Kenshin" or something like that :P you're fine, dude.

Overall, the bio seems solid. Kid grows up in the boondocks, dreams about fighting in the big leagues, makes some money and buys himself a zoid. Pretty solid stuff, as far as overall structure, plot and background go. Just keep in mind that it's not all that easy to actually make money in the organized battles, which is why most if not all characters have at least some steady income to fall back on. Just like professional gamblers, though, it is possible to make a living at this, if you're good, so don't get discouraged.

Sol's the expert on Trillstani, and naturally he'll be the one giving you the final verdict. He'll also be looking a lot more closely at the "fiddly bits" like references to places and events and such in our timeline and world.

Still, I think it's pretty solid. Good luck ter ya.

The character's name doesn't even look Jap. You're good. 'Sides, it's just from anime that I've heard of that I don't like, and I've not heard of many anime.
I don't like the large amount of bandit activity here, but I can live with that. Some people just have the worst luck. Bear in mind that times aren't nearly so anarchic here as they are on most zoids sites and you're good.
. . . You're now playing the tallest character on the site. Welcome aboard. You have 88k to work with.