Status:

• Training with Guru on Namek, Bodyguard Job (1/3)
  
• Learn Deflect
• Build Super Weighted Boots (0/2), Gem of Telepathy (0/1)
• 3x Quests (Plant-Eaters,Training Camp, Strange Visitors)

Inventory: Rejuvenation Tank

Used: 2 Tonic

Fundamentals: Bukujutsu, Energy Blast, Deflect

Advanced: None

Power Ups: Power Up

Finisher: None

Special Abilities: Hybrid: Majin, Saiyan Battle Bonuses

Battle Record: 00/00/00

Quests Completed: Strange Visitors, Plant Eaters, Training Camp

Kylar was raised on Vegeta, having undergone the rigorous training to become a First Class Saiyan by the time he was nineteen. With countless missions under his belt, the Saiyan warrior had developed the cocky attitude that people attributed to his warrior race. That, however, was just over a hundred and fifty years ago.

After being assigned a mission to extract some top scientists from one of the Saiyan-controlled worlds, Kylar’s unit was pinned down by the sheer volume of other warriors that were being thrown against them to save the researcher. Ordering the rest of the unit to retreat with the scientist in tow, Kylar fell at the hands of the mob despite his best efforts to escape as well. Dying was not painful, despite what he expected, but what came next was agony.

As he opened his eyes, the Saiyan found himself in an impossible dark room, unable to move. For what seemed like hours he stayed there, unable to move, speak or see, and yet his night vision never kicked in, the room was completely devoid of light and he was at the mercy of the darkness, for all he could tell he was blind. After an undetermined amount of time, light flooded the room, hot, red light like a fire. A form swept over the Saiyan, a hulking ten foot behemoth in jagged armor, glowing red at the edges. A laugh that sounded like a rumbling volcano spilled from the mouth, flames licking up the edges of the teeth of the beast.

“Welcome to my world, my puppet.” The voice said slowly. Kylar opened his mouth, trying to speak only to have the demon wave a hand, “No.” It said, and Kylar’s face exploded in agony as it felt like hot coals were poured into his mouth. “Now is not for you to talk. Now you listen.”

The thing explained what was going on, referring to itself as Aethos, and explaining that Kylar was dead. Not only that, but since he died, almost one hundred years had passed before Aethos managed to liberate his soul, intending to use him as a vessel to live once more in the corporeal universe. Kylar was shocked at the detail of the plan the demon laid forth. Unable to protest without being tortured, Kylar spent years bound as he was, writhing in agony as the demon worked it’s magic to slowly, excruciatingly slowly, binding the demon fiery soul to Kylar’s own, making them one.

Finally it was done, and the bindings were released. Kylar/Aethos rose, the Saiyan could feel the presence of the demon inside him at all times. Give me control and I will return us to the land of the living. The same voice that once came from the demon rumbled inside his head. Kylar relaxed, saddened, and felt the demon take control. It was odd, feeling someone else control his body, while still being able to see and feel everything normally. Kylar fell into the back of his own mind, allowing the Demon to make the escape from Hell.

Kylar gasped and burst to the surface of the water, retching and coughing as he dragged himself to the shore. Everything seemed a bad dream, his hands were shaking as he collapsed onto the shore. As the hybrid looked around he noticed he was on a small island in a chain of islands, though the mainland was in sight. Namek. The Demon inside him rumbled, This is where we start our new life.