Post by Curbita on Jun 1, 2019 2:23:14 GMT
Curbita
Nicknames/Titles
The Saiyan Lost To Time, Pakhan.
Race
Ancient Saiyan
Race Traits
Zenkai: When a Saiyan almost dies their power potential increases exponentially. When you almost die in a DE/SAGA and survive with less than 5% HP, you feel yourself closer to your next transformation removing 10% of the required PL for your next form. This does not negate mastery or other requirements on that form and only works 3 times per transformation.
Shadow Limbs: Due to the concentrated malicious Ki that has been festering inside of the Ancient Saiyan's body, they possess an interesting ability unseen and untapped by their modern brethren. Upon losing a limb in a thread, the Ancient Saiyan in question may activate this ability and replace the limb with an intangible, untouchable shadow limb that functions identically to the original (including Saiyan tails). While this normally takes one turn to activate, if an Ancient Saiyan is in the Evil Saiyan transformation it is instantaneous. This works once per thread.
Tail Weakness: A Saiyan’s tail is their true weak point and often a highly guarded part of the Saiyan’s body. The Saiyan tail allows them to absorb blutz waves and transform into the Oozaru form, if this tail is removed they are incapable of accessing these forms until it grows back (which requires an advanced healing chamber or stimulant.) If this tail is grabbed, the Saiyan will be forced into a state of shock that stuns then for a moment and drops their guard substantially (50% PL Drop), Saiyans require 10% less stamina to dodge a grab attempt at their tail compared to other body parts.
Preferred Transformation Path
Ancient Saiyan Path
Age
22
Gender
Female
Personality
Like many of her species, Curbita's personality is rather brash and assertive compared to the other races out there. Being from a warrior race, and having grown up fighting her entire life (even if she does not remember it), she sees everything around her as a potential end. Something to constantly be on guard against, with every fiber of her being. When she is friendly, she is sassy and oftentimes joking about sensitive topics or insulting people in the process, even though her intentions are good for the most part. When she decides to enjoy her day, she is the type to decide to get horridly drunk, pass out in some random forest after eating the local wildlife. If she isn't outdrinking a Bota-Seijin, she's too busy fighting for entertainment, or watching others fight in a sick amusement, cheering loudly and violently from the stands if doing so.
When it comes to combat herself, outside of her Evil Saiyan form, she's the type to taunt her opponents with whatever she can. She'll pick at your insecurities as you fight to try and force you into your strongest form possible, hoping to dominate the opposition quickly and justly. However, should she snap into her Evil Saiyan form, she's very much so different. Her talking is slowed to a near stop, being silent most of the fight, while becoming calculated and damning in every strike. She becomes deadly and vicious, using everything to her advantage, and is not one to shy away from a simple battle to the death.
Appearance
Typical Look: The typical appearance of a young, Saiyan woman, Curbita is small built for her race, though tall for humanoids in general, at a typical five feet and six inches in height (167 cm). Her body is slim, muscular, and scarred in various areas here or there from previous battles she can hardly remember, every inch seemingly sliced, burned, or struck one way or another sometime in her life. Her figure is enamored by the stereotypical hair her family has always had, with a puffier and spikier head of hair, average among the Saiyan lower class. However, as a way to counteract being called lower class, she has adopted using a red ribbon to tie back her hair into a spiky, difficult ponytail. This has proven effective, and even shows more of her oddly undamaged face. Her clothing usually consists of a small suit of unarmored battle clothing, a red Frost-Seijin suit of clothing that looks nigh identical to their armor, though less protective and more for simple decency and covering, that extends into a skirt that allows for free flow of her tail without being forced through a hole in her pants. Under the skirt is a simple set of leggings, made easy for the tail to go through, and it is all topped off with a pair of Frost-Seijin combat boots and armbands. She does, however, enjoy reverting back to her original appearance from when she first left the ice, which was a simple loincloth that covered the essentials without impeding on combat.
Evil Saiyan: While in her Evil Saiyan form, she appears as she normally does, however her hair puffs out slightly more, undoing her ponytail, and covers her entire body is thick, miasma red, purple, and black aura. This is added on top of her eyes whitening entirely, showing the berserkers rage taking over, and her muscles bulking to odd levels, showing the true might of an Ancient Saiyan of her class.
Oozaru: Unlike the Oozaru of the typical modern Saiyan, Curbita and the other Ancient Saiyans possess an older, much more raw form of the Oozaru. This figure is a deep orange-brown color, slightly larger than the typical Oozaru, and possesses much more hair, appearing as if though the user has extended, longer hair while in Oozaru. Their eyes are also entirely whitened, and the teeth inside are layered with hundreds of thin layers of extremely sharp teeth. Compared to a typical Oozaru, the Ancient Oozaru is about ten percent larger than average, giving a clear difference. Curbita's Oozaru also possesses thousands of scars around its body, identical to her normal form, but much more noticeable.
History
Born roughly three thousand years ago on the planet known by most as Sadala, this Saiyan is not what one would typically consider a Saiyan by the modern standards. Curbita was born to two lower class Saiyan warriors under the leadership of their King. However, not all ways good for this young Saiyan girl. While there are many issues with her memory, what she does remember is the most recent of her vague memories. The final view she saw through her stolen pod's camera into the capsule a few hundred miles from her in deep space, a soft, red haired figure smiling at her and waving to her, desperately begging for her mother and father. Something that scarred the woman severely. Severely enough to have stayed through everything, including every year she was frozen underneath that lake, and be burned into the surface of her mind.
Once Curbita had awakened from underneath the ice, released by Meteor Klass with the rest of her frozen race members, she was one of the first to awaken, and one of the luckiest, having stayed conscious enough to watch the first of the Frost-Seijin examining her allies, wondering where everyone was... Who was everyone? All of this going through her head before she would black out from the cryogenic awakening.
When she awoke once more, she was inside of a hospital wing that was quarantined with thick blankets, quarantine systems to prevent airborne pathogens from escaping, and tubes everywhere. She didn't understand any of it, and upon trying to leave, she found herself bound to the bed. The doctors nearby freaking out as she gained consciousness, only to hear through what was some sort of translator machine, that she was one of the first to wake up since their comatose state under the ice, and that she was lucky to be alive. This all was terrifying to her. Everything she didn't understand, they described to her to the best of their abilities, and when she learned of her species, the captors did not know of any war. Simply assuming it to have been won finally, Curbita relaxed as they did research on her tail, the Frost-Seijin keeping it a secret from her that she had much more primordial genetic coding compared to the modern members of her species, but decided to tell her would cause more confusion and a death sentence.
When they allowed her passage to leave, after confirming every disease her people housed and creating cures and vaccinations for every single one, even though most of her allies were still in comas or dying in the hospital beds, she took the offer of the scientists and found herself being interrogated by the Frost-Seijin once more in the presence of their King it seemed, over what she remembered and knew, how she arrived on the planet, and other such issues. This was all until the Emperor of their people decided to equip Curbita with a special set of clothing for her and her people, branded with the emblem and words found on their crude, ancient loincloths. With this, the Emperor promised Curbita her safety if her people leaved the planet, or demanded service should she or anyone else stay.
Curbita decided it was best to stay on Frost and learn more about her people what had happened, spending the next few years researching the Frost-Seijin and common tongues of the universe, as well as learning more about everything she needed to catch up on. This magic known as 'science' being the most terrifying of powers she had witnessed.
Now working under her supposed original rank with the Frost-Force as a squad captain, as translated from her clothing and what was borne into her armor, she presents herself now as a symbol of everything she wants to push past, and is still intent on discovering exactly what went wrong, and what happened. Unbeknownst to her, due to the effects of the cryogenic stasis, her body aged slower than typically. An odd feeling, having only aged physically by two years in the span of what seemed like twenty outside of the lake, after further review later after her escape, the doctors on Frost claimed it would leave her soon, and to enjoy the extra eighteen years she has been given by nature.
Techniques
You start with eight techniques to begin with. Go wild, but make sure to stay within the realms of reality for your character. A newbie at Ki wouldn't know an ability to destroy planets, etc.
[/i][/b]Nicknames/Titles
The Saiyan Lost To Time, Pakhan.
Race
Ancient Saiyan
Race Traits
Zenkai: When a Saiyan almost dies their power potential increases exponentially. When you almost die in a DE/SAGA and survive with less than 5% HP, you feel yourself closer to your next transformation removing 10% of the required PL for your next form. This does not negate mastery or other requirements on that form and only works 3 times per transformation.
Shadow Limbs: Due to the concentrated malicious Ki that has been festering inside of the Ancient Saiyan's body, they possess an interesting ability unseen and untapped by their modern brethren. Upon losing a limb in a thread, the Ancient Saiyan in question may activate this ability and replace the limb with an intangible, untouchable shadow limb that functions identically to the original (including Saiyan tails). While this normally takes one turn to activate, if an Ancient Saiyan is in the Evil Saiyan transformation it is instantaneous. This works once per thread.
Tail Weakness: A Saiyan’s tail is their true weak point and often a highly guarded part of the Saiyan’s body. The Saiyan tail allows them to absorb blutz waves and transform into the Oozaru form, if this tail is removed they are incapable of accessing these forms until it grows back (which requires an advanced healing chamber or stimulant.) If this tail is grabbed, the Saiyan will be forced into a state of shock that stuns then for a moment and drops their guard substantially (50% PL Drop), Saiyans require 10% less stamina to dodge a grab attempt at their tail compared to other body parts.
Preferred Transformation Path
Ancient Saiyan Path
Age
22
Gender
Female
Personality
Like many of her species, Curbita's personality is rather brash and assertive compared to the other races out there. Being from a warrior race, and having grown up fighting her entire life (even if she does not remember it), she sees everything around her as a potential end. Something to constantly be on guard against, with every fiber of her being. When she is friendly, she is sassy and oftentimes joking about sensitive topics or insulting people in the process, even though her intentions are good for the most part. When she decides to enjoy her day, she is the type to decide to get horridly drunk, pass out in some random forest after eating the local wildlife. If she isn't outdrinking a Bota-Seijin, she's too busy fighting for entertainment, or watching others fight in a sick amusement, cheering loudly and violently from the stands if doing so.
When it comes to combat herself, outside of her Evil Saiyan form, she's the type to taunt her opponents with whatever she can. She'll pick at your insecurities as you fight to try and force you into your strongest form possible, hoping to dominate the opposition quickly and justly. However, should she snap into her Evil Saiyan form, she's very much so different. Her talking is slowed to a near stop, being silent most of the fight, while becoming calculated and damning in every strike. She becomes deadly and vicious, using everything to her advantage, and is not one to shy away from a simple battle to the death.
Appearance
Typical Look: The typical appearance of a young, Saiyan woman, Curbita is small built for her race, though tall for humanoids in general, at a typical five feet and six inches in height (167 cm). Her body is slim, muscular, and scarred in various areas here or there from previous battles she can hardly remember, every inch seemingly sliced, burned, or struck one way or another sometime in her life. Her figure is enamored by the stereotypical hair her family has always had, with a puffier and spikier head of hair, average among the Saiyan lower class. However, as a way to counteract being called lower class, she has adopted using a red ribbon to tie back her hair into a spiky, difficult ponytail. This has proven effective, and even shows more of her oddly undamaged face. Her clothing usually consists of a small suit of unarmored battle clothing, a red Frost-Seijin suit of clothing that looks nigh identical to their armor, though less protective and more for simple decency and covering, that extends into a skirt that allows for free flow of her tail without being forced through a hole in her pants. Under the skirt is a simple set of leggings, made easy for the tail to go through, and it is all topped off with a pair of Frost-Seijin combat boots and armbands. She does, however, enjoy reverting back to her original appearance from when she first left the ice, which was a simple loincloth that covered the essentials without impeding on combat.
Evil Saiyan: While in her Evil Saiyan form, she appears as she normally does, however her hair puffs out slightly more, undoing her ponytail, and covers her entire body is thick, miasma red, purple, and black aura. This is added on top of her eyes whitening entirely, showing the berserkers rage taking over, and her muscles bulking to odd levels, showing the true might of an Ancient Saiyan of her class.
Oozaru: Unlike the Oozaru of the typical modern Saiyan, Curbita and the other Ancient Saiyans possess an older, much more raw form of the Oozaru. This figure is a deep orange-brown color, slightly larger than the typical Oozaru, and possesses much more hair, appearing as if though the user has extended, longer hair while in Oozaru. Their eyes are also entirely whitened, and the teeth inside are layered with hundreds of thin layers of extremely sharp teeth. Compared to a typical Oozaru, the Ancient Oozaru is about ten percent larger than average, giving a clear difference. Curbita's Oozaru also possesses thousands of scars around its body, identical to her normal form, but much more noticeable.
History
Born roughly three thousand years ago on the planet known by most as Sadala, this Saiyan is not what one would typically consider a Saiyan by the modern standards. Curbita was born to two lower class Saiyan warriors under the leadership of their King. However, not all ways good for this young Saiyan girl. While there are many issues with her memory, what she does remember is the most recent of her vague memories. The final view she saw through her stolen pod's camera into the capsule a few hundred miles from her in deep space, a soft, red haired figure smiling at her and waving to her, desperately begging for her mother and father. Something that scarred the woman severely. Severely enough to have stayed through everything, including every year she was frozen underneath that lake, and be burned into the surface of her mind.
Once Curbita had awakened from underneath the ice, released by Meteor Klass with the rest of her frozen race members, she was one of the first to awaken, and one of the luckiest, having stayed conscious enough to watch the first of the Frost-Seijin examining her allies, wondering where everyone was... Who was everyone? All of this going through her head before she would black out from the cryogenic awakening.
When she awoke once more, she was inside of a hospital wing that was quarantined with thick blankets, quarantine systems to prevent airborne pathogens from escaping, and tubes everywhere. She didn't understand any of it, and upon trying to leave, she found herself bound to the bed. The doctors nearby freaking out as she gained consciousness, only to hear through what was some sort of translator machine, that she was one of the first to wake up since their comatose state under the ice, and that she was lucky to be alive. This all was terrifying to her. Everything she didn't understand, they described to her to the best of their abilities, and when she learned of her species, the captors did not know of any war. Simply assuming it to have been won finally, Curbita relaxed as they did research on her tail, the Frost-Seijin keeping it a secret from her that she had much more primordial genetic coding compared to the modern members of her species, but decided to tell her would cause more confusion and a death sentence.
When they allowed her passage to leave, after confirming every disease her people housed and creating cures and vaccinations for every single one, even though most of her allies were still in comas or dying in the hospital beds, she took the offer of the scientists and found herself being interrogated by the Frost-Seijin once more in the presence of their King it seemed, over what she remembered and knew, how she arrived on the planet, and other such issues. This was all until the Emperor of their people decided to equip Curbita with a special set of clothing for her and her people, branded with the emblem and words found on their crude, ancient loincloths. With this, the Emperor promised Curbita her safety if her people leaved the planet, or demanded service should she or anyone else stay.
Curbita decided it was best to stay on Frost and learn more about her people what had happened, spending the next few years researching the Frost-Seijin and common tongues of the universe, as well as learning more about everything she needed to catch up on. This magic known as 'science' being the most terrifying of powers she had witnessed.
Now working under her supposed original rank with the Frost-Force as a squad captain, as translated from her clothing and what was borne into her armor, she presents herself now as a symbol of everything she wants to push past, and is still intent on discovering exactly what went wrong, and what happened. Unbeknownst to her, due to the effects of the cryogenic stasis, her body aged slower than typically. An odd feeling, having only aged physically by two years in the span of what seemed like twenty outside of the lake, after further review later after her escape, the doctors on Frost claimed it would leave her soon, and to enjoy the extra eighteen years she has been given by nature.
Techniques
You start with eight techniques to begin with. Go wild, but make sure to stay within the realms of reality for your character. A newbie at Ki wouldn't know an ability to destroy planets, etc.
- [KI-1] Dark Seismic Blast
[li][ST-1] Black Solar Strike[/li]Inticing the evil ki inside of her body, Curbita throws herself at her opponent, right arm pulled back and strengthening itself with all of her might, before thrusting the punch into whatever open area on her opponent exists. [1-33% DMG]
[li][ST-1] Half-Powered Darkness Strike[/li]Channeling her strength into her strikes, Curbita attacks viciously at the opponent with two punches towards their upper torso, one in the gut, before ending the barrage with a strike into their side with her leg, intending to throw away the opponent. [1-33% DMG]
[li][SP] Evil Queen's Respite[/li]A personal technique devised by Curbita, this technique allows Curbita to cover her front entirely with an opaque, thick, black and purple shield of malicious Ki, allowing her to hinder or outright stop attacks against her. This technique can protect from techniques that are less power than this shield, and can negate damage equal to the power level of this shield until shattering. [1-33% PRT]
[li][SP-1] Ki Sense[/li]A basic form of Ki Sense Curbita learned on the battlefield, she can detect the basic average of another person's power level in vague ranges. This does not yet allow her to detect species, purity of their ki, or see any further than within basic region-based detection.
[li][SP-1] Double Jump[/li]Despite not fully knowing how to fly yet, Curbita is able to do a form of flight through 'double-jumping', where she can project Ki below her foot and launch herself higher, or just outright stop herself in midair by channeling a plane of Ki below her to walk on.
[li][N/A] SAVED[/li]Saving this technique slot for later.
[li][N/A] SAVED[/li]Saving this technique slot for later.[/ul]
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Example Solo
"Commander! It appears that the envoy we sent to forward station Arctic was taken under fire by enemy lasers and was tragically killed in the crossfire. What do you say we should do?"
The young man stood before the awkward, different looking Saiyan woman. This man was a soldier under her command, a Frost Force grunt soldier, and he had seen many things. Saiyans, Earthlings, Namekians... Everything that he could hope to see flying under the solar waves of space. However, he had never seen a Saiyan quite like her. Her body was a striking difference, covered in countless memories of battle in the form of scars. Her tail, a thick black color, something a normal Saiyan doesn't even have! Just what type of person was she? He would ponder this until the woman rose her head from the papers below her, his eyes tracking into the awkward, yellow-golden eyes peering up at him. Her tied back hair covered slightly by the red ribbon knotted into the thick mane.
"Of course he did. Weaklings tend to find themselves in dire positions. Don't bother sending another, I'll go."
"Ma'am, with all due resp-"
"Finish that sentence and I will have you lashed, nailed to a cross, and feeding the local birds with whatever intestinal structure is mounting the inside of your hide. Hear me whelp?"
"Y-Yes Ma'am!"
"Call me Curbita. Not Ma'am. I'm not that old."
"Understood Ma- I mean Curbita."
And with that, Curbita rose to her feet from the station she had been sitting at. Her desk covered in news reports from Planet Frost, demands for resupply or support, and small carvings. Toys given to her by the local children upon her landing on this god forsaken rock. She was hired here on the sole purpose of killing any and all of the tyrant king's supporters. Supposedly, this land was once ruled by a mythical emperor who ruled the planet. A hero rose and and sacrificed his life to save the people of the world. Curbita found it admirable, but apparently many on the planet still supported the long-since dead king of the land and planned to revive his corpse to life using a spell they had figured out from what they claimed to have been 'god'. This sickened the Saiyan. Deities were myths, meant to keep the weaker class weak and the stronger class strong. As long as people trifled in the footing of false gods and myths, they were no longer themselves, and no longer capable of truly bringing to light their potential
She was going to kill every last god damn one of them.
As the young soldier would make his way away from the tent, back out into the scorching heat of the desert planet of Karbnassa, Curbita found herself once more in front of her packed military mirror, removing the loose-fitting heat-resisting clothing supplied by her commanding officer's chain of supply, and sliding on the tight battle armor she received the first time she left that hospital bed so long ago. The red coloring still just as dark and moody as the day she got it, and the skirt just as nicely fitting. Tightening her ribbon in her hair, and letting her body slowly envelope in her aura, the mist-like sense of the black and purple energy taking over everything outside of her, she would wish this energy away and deny her instinct.
This was no longer just a raging titan. It was a craving. Something she would feed in only a few days. Once she was left alone with the fortress of her foes, she would show them the might of a true Saiyan elite!
The might of the Evil Saiyan form.[/div]
