Post by Parslee on Jun 14, 2019 6:02:34 GMT
Parslee
Nicknames/Titles
The Relentless One
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.
Age
22
Gender
Female
Personality
Believing that Saiyans were meant to be the strongest, she trains as often as she could, embracing the feeling of her fists or feet pressing into the skin of an opponent. That backlash of pain and the slow drive to her own exhaustion, was what she fought for, seeing it as a measure of her own stamina. But wanting to win was what separated her from the other Saiyans, besides her own power. Losing was small humiliation, and what she would return double the amount of, when she felt as if she had worked hard enough to challenge the ones who defeated her beforehand.
She didn't care about how exhausted others could be. It was always her own exhaustion that came first, and no matter how beat up someone could be in a fight, stopping would be far from her intentions. She'd keep them alive, because there was no use in winning against someone dead, but nothing was over until she was done with them.
If they gave up, or others had gotten in the way, it proved how soft they were. Death of someone weaker, was something to laugh at or disregard, with the only thing to honor any quality of them, being a piece of headband soaked in their blood. She'd fight those who got in the way too, not backing down from a challenge because of her pride.
Seeing through the end of a challenge was how things were meant to be. As much as she did fight though, it wasn't enough to always go looking for one. Other Saiyans she was fond of and could tolerate, she liked to teach how they should react, and where their beliefs should have lied in. Independent enough to handle her own while she worked on rising up the ranks, killing someone happened because they couldn't survive against her stamina.
In her Evil Saiyan Form, there's no longer a need to care about who she was facing. All this pent up energy overtook her more than it normally would, and she planned on exhausting it. Her senses told her what was useless to beat on, and what wasn't, but whether or not she finds anyone else alive, her ki will still be exhausted through her own rage.
Appearance
She stands at a height of 5'7", with a built physique that focused more on her legs than arms. Unlike a lot of other Saiyans, whose hair were noticeably spiky along the back somewhere, her own had always been flat, with the only signs of spiky hair coming from her bangs. There, her hair is noticeably longer on one side than the other, a red hairband holding it in place, and unknowingly being a reminder of one part of her past.
While she had originally wore a more ancient garb, she was eventually given armor to wear. This piece of armor was stretchy enough to slip over a leotard or whatever she felt like, and provided moderate protection. Combat gloves and boots to go along with it, it quickly became her standard attire when going out, with her tail naturally being wrapped around her waist. Off duty and at leisure, she wore a navy tanktop and shorts, which color became washed up from how often she used it. Though not her only pair, it's something she continues to wear out of convenience.
History
Considered to be a middle-class Saiyan back in her time, the rank was something she always saw as average, for someone like her with a thirst for battle. But growing strong wasn't something as easy as constantly fighting. With what resources were available to her, she became stuck fighting against others who held a lower power level than her.
The efforts to move higher up didn't come quickly because of it. Trying to challenge for a higher place, only brought her own humiliation from being outclassed, as they knew many more techniques, among other things. But she wasn't one to just give up because of failure. Her energy was something that could be said was relentless, wanting to keep going until she had truly felt like her body was exhausted. No matter the effort though, other things came first.
The people within her lives or even around them, she had certain beliefs of how things should be. Tried to pass on the mentality of continuing to fight past what apparent limits seemed to be, along with the respect that was meant to be shown to others. Those who droned on about things she didn't understand were mostly disregarded and seen as soft, but still tolerable to an extent. She got along more with Saiyans willing to clash and compare, allowing her to find people to measure up to. Becoming an Elite herself had never been something she was able to achieve, before being frozen, but the time a bit before had been full of remarks angry at where their choices seemed to be going with the rituals.
The idea of having to give up any way of life for others, stuck on her mind so much, that when she had been freed from the ice, she attacked who she had seen. There had been a lot of that energy she always held, and she wasn't willing to listen until she was matched enough to be exhausted. All of the talk that came after about there being others like her, she disregarded, seeing for herself how things were. Treating the planet like it wasn't full of beings she had to learn of, she was disgusted when people left the planet beyond just missions, and spent the time living like she unknowingly used to.
The weak were disregarded, and the idea of retrieving her own memories relied more on gathering what Saiyans she could to the planet, having explained to her that they could have been triggers. Joining the forces of the planet had been easy, being put together with people who could see her mentality, but the idea that there was a rank to it all, was something she disregarded. She took what missions she got, and often complained when it was too easy, unaware and unwilling to understand of the differences that came from holding positions.
Techniques
Example Solo
There was something familiar about the power she had. Something that went beyond just the appearance. It had to do with her memories, she knew it did. But what it was, she couldn't spare enough time to figure out.
Even back when she had first woke up, there was a built up of energy inside of her. Something that just didn't go away until she had fought, and kept on fighting. The movements she didn't have to think of. It felt more like what mattered was that she was able to beat what was in front of her, even if there was some kind of difference between them.
The first strike of pain was always memorable. Her fists pressing deep into their skin, or having their own into hers. It brought out of her that pent up energy, that made her want to just keep on going. She had her limits, and they might have even been weaker than it had been before. But even that didn't matter to her. Only that she was satisfied.
The people of this planet, and how different they were from her, she saw how much it wasn't needed to worry about what they could handle. Punching at one, then kicking another, that pain lashing out of her, it was like she could find some kind of answer that could tell her why things were familiar. She didn't like listening to their words.
It made her angry, easily bringing heat to her face. Nothing she did took away that it already felt like she knew that she wasn't going to like something. But there was no pain in her head, like she was told she was supposed to get, and no voices speaking out to her. Just all of this energy, and everything that it seemed to take to quiet it.
The ground shook beneath her as she brought out her power, kicking dirt across the air. A black and waving energy surrounded her, arm extending out, and more of this power condensing into a ball that she quickly threw.
There was something there too, watching it hit one of them. Something more that should have happened. She wasn't afraid to keep moving, her forearms clashing to block an arm or their longer tails. They wanted her to stop.
She could feel it in their blows. But what they gave her in their attacks, she worked to give more of, hitting them again and again. The smell of blood that liked to hit the air, theirs or her own, so much of it mixed in, there was nothing but continuing to move to get rid of it. That too, kept them from getting close to her. Rid her of this other feeling.
There were a lot of things she couldn't remember, but she knew every time this had happened, how things could be. They could keep going like they were supposed to. Fight until there was nothing more than the smell of blood and ruined ground. Or they could get closer to her, and before everything went black, they took away what she had felt.
No more heat in her face. No more blackness surrounding her body. Nothing but herself feeling tired. Done. Exhausted. Which was it going to be? Even that was something she wanted to see for herself. Who would get what they wanted first?
Nicknames/Titles
The Relentless One
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.
Age
22
Gender
Female
Personality
Believing that Saiyans were meant to be the strongest, she trains as often as she could, embracing the feeling of her fists or feet pressing into the skin of an opponent. That backlash of pain and the slow drive to her own exhaustion, was what she fought for, seeing it as a measure of her own stamina. But wanting to win was what separated her from the other Saiyans, besides her own power. Losing was small humiliation, and what she would return double the amount of, when she felt as if she had worked hard enough to challenge the ones who defeated her beforehand.
She didn't care about how exhausted others could be. It was always her own exhaustion that came first, and no matter how beat up someone could be in a fight, stopping would be far from her intentions. She'd keep them alive, because there was no use in winning against someone dead, but nothing was over until she was done with them.
If they gave up, or others had gotten in the way, it proved how soft they were. Death of someone weaker, was something to laugh at or disregard, with the only thing to honor any quality of them, being a piece of headband soaked in their blood. She'd fight those who got in the way too, not backing down from a challenge because of her pride.
Seeing through the end of a challenge was how things were meant to be. As much as she did fight though, it wasn't enough to always go looking for one. Other Saiyans she was fond of and could tolerate, she liked to teach how they should react, and where their beliefs should have lied in. Independent enough to handle her own while she worked on rising up the ranks, killing someone happened because they couldn't survive against her stamina.
In her Evil Saiyan Form, there's no longer a need to care about who she was facing. All this pent up energy overtook her more than it normally would, and she planned on exhausting it. Her senses told her what was useless to beat on, and what wasn't, but whether or not she finds anyone else alive, her ki will still be exhausted through her own rage.
Appearance
She stands at a height of 5'7", with a built physique that focused more on her legs than arms. Unlike a lot of other Saiyans, whose hair were noticeably spiky along the back somewhere, her own had always been flat, with the only signs of spiky hair coming from her bangs. There, her hair is noticeably longer on one side than the other, a red hairband holding it in place, and unknowingly being a reminder of one part of her past.
While she had originally wore a more ancient garb, she was eventually given armor to wear. This piece of armor was stretchy enough to slip over a leotard or whatever she felt like, and provided moderate protection. Combat gloves and boots to go along with it, it quickly became her standard attire when going out, with her tail naturally being wrapped around her waist. Off duty and at leisure, she wore a navy tanktop and shorts, which color became washed up from how often she used it. Though not her only pair, it's something she continues to wear out of convenience.
History
Considered to be a middle-class Saiyan back in her time, the rank was something she always saw as average, for someone like her with a thirst for battle. But growing strong wasn't something as easy as constantly fighting. With what resources were available to her, she became stuck fighting against others who held a lower power level than her.
The efforts to move higher up didn't come quickly because of it. Trying to challenge for a higher place, only brought her own humiliation from being outclassed, as they knew many more techniques, among other things. But she wasn't one to just give up because of failure. Her energy was something that could be said was relentless, wanting to keep going until she had truly felt like her body was exhausted. No matter the effort though, other things came first.
The people within her lives or even around them, she had certain beliefs of how things should be. Tried to pass on the mentality of continuing to fight past what apparent limits seemed to be, along with the respect that was meant to be shown to others. Those who droned on about things she didn't understand were mostly disregarded and seen as soft, but still tolerable to an extent. She got along more with Saiyans willing to clash and compare, allowing her to find people to measure up to. Becoming an Elite herself had never been something she was able to achieve, before being frozen, but the time a bit before had been full of remarks angry at where their choices seemed to be going with the rituals.
The idea of having to give up any way of life for others, stuck on her mind so much, that when she had been freed from the ice, she attacked who she had seen. There had been a lot of that energy she always held, and she wasn't willing to listen until she was matched enough to be exhausted. All of the talk that came after about there being others like her, she disregarded, seeing for herself how things were. Treating the planet like it wasn't full of beings she had to learn of, she was disgusted when people left the planet beyond just missions, and spent the time living like she unknowingly used to.
The weak were disregarded, and the idea of retrieving her own memories relied more on gathering what Saiyans she could to the planet, having explained to her that they could have been triggers. Joining the forces of the planet had been easy, being put together with people who could see her mentality, but the idea that there was a rank to it all, was something she disregarded. She took what missions she got, and often complained when it was too easy, unaware and unwilling to understand of the differences that came from holding positions.
Techniques
- [SP] Flight -
Take flight to soar through any atmosphere you wish. Any realistic speeds (for your power level range) can be reached. - [SP] Ki Sense (T1 - T3) -
T1 = Cannot sense powers below 2,000 PL, cannot tell Ki signatures apart from each other, planetary range - [SP] Afterimage/Zanzoken (T1 - T3) -
T1 = Allows an afterimage to be created that remains still, permits one dodge at a cost of 1:1.5 to Stamina or Ki. (Can dodge 1 point of damage for every 1.5 points of Ki or Stamina) - [SP] Ki Mastery (T1 - T3) -
T1 = 10% to completely fail to use a Tier 2 technique (this is determined with a 1d100 roll on the dice roller, if the result is 10 or less the backlash is considered), only allows up to T2 techniques - [KI-1] Lie Down -
Gathering malicious energy into a single hand, she charges up a sphere before throwing it at a target, putting what power she could into it.
[1-33% DMG] - [ST-1] Mach Kick-
Moving towards the target, she rapidly kicks them one way, before hurriedly moving after to hit them back the other way. Each kick is heavy and meant to linger on the body.
[1-33% DMG] - [ST-1] Speedy Delivery-
- Technique 8, saving for later.
Example Solo
There was something familiar about the power she had. Something that went beyond just the appearance. It had to do with her memories, she knew it did. But what it was, she couldn't spare enough time to figure out.
Even back when she had first woke up, there was a built up of energy inside of her. Something that just didn't go away until she had fought, and kept on fighting. The movements she didn't have to think of. It felt more like what mattered was that she was able to beat what was in front of her, even if there was some kind of difference between them.
The first strike of pain was always memorable. Her fists pressing deep into their skin, or having their own into hers. It brought out of her that pent up energy, that made her want to just keep on going. She had her limits, and they might have even been weaker than it had been before. But even that didn't matter to her. Only that she was satisfied.
The people of this planet, and how different they were from her, she saw how much it wasn't needed to worry about what they could handle. Punching at one, then kicking another, that pain lashing out of her, it was like she could find some kind of answer that could tell her why things were familiar. She didn't like listening to their words.
It made her angry, easily bringing heat to her face. Nothing she did took away that it already felt like she knew that she wasn't going to like something. But there was no pain in her head, like she was told she was supposed to get, and no voices speaking out to her. Just all of this energy, and everything that it seemed to take to quiet it.
The ground shook beneath her as she brought out her power, kicking dirt across the air. A black and waving energy surrounded her, arm extending out, and more of this power condensing into a ball that she quickly threw.
There was something there too, watching it hit one of them. Something more that should have happened. She wasn't afraid to keep moving, her forearms clashing to block an arm or their longer tails. They wanted her to stop.
She could feel it in their blows. But what they gave her in their attacks, she worked to give more of, hitting them again and again. The smell of blood that liked to hit the air, theirs or her own, so much of it mixed in, there was nothing but continuing to move to get rid of it. That too, kept them from getting close to her. Rid her of this other feeling.
There were a lot of things she couldn't remember, but she knew every time this had happened, how things could be. They could keep going like they were supposed to. Fight until there was nothing more than the smell of blood and ruined ground. Or they could get closer to her, and before everything went black, they took away what she had felt.
No more heat in her face. No more blackness surrounding her body. Nothing but herself feeling tired. Done. Exhausted. Which was it going to be? Even that was something she wanted to see for herself. Who would get what they wanted first?
