Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2015 6:54:44 GMT -5
Name: Shaya
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Starting Planet: Planet Vegeta
Appearance:
Shaya stands at 4’5” or 137.16cm, as a Saiyan, she's usually a head or so under most. Like most of her kind, her natural hair shape is spiky and upright, she treats this using straighteners and other such things bought from the PTO. Her eye color is also green, contrary to the picture above.
History:
Shaya's life began as a low-class Saiyan, sent off to another unremarkable planet with a docile and weakling race controlling it, not even yet worthy to reach to their moon. The small pod would have landed un-remarkably, if not for the planetary rings surrounding the planet. Her pod disrupted the fragile gravity of the country, a brilliant nova of fire, scintillating ice covered rocks, the meteors around her pod and the blue atmosphere of the planet was forever ingrained into her memories.
Unfortunately for the native population, this display was not only pretty, but caused massive forest fires across the temperate rainforests covering the planet. Forcing them to hole up into their cities, despite this, they saw this as a positive omen. Their Goddess had sent them a message, she wished for them to expand into the former forest lands. The epicenter of this nova of burning destruction was Shaya herself. Standing for the first time, she looked upon the sky and the destruction of the earth and felt a longing in her heart, to bring it again and again until all in her sight was filled with this flame.
As night however, gave way to day, Shaya was found by those she had wronged. In the fire filled forests of this no name planet, Shaya was named an avatar of their goddess, perfection in flesh. Only proven further by her immense strength, agility and stamina that her Saiyan blood granted her. However, their rejoicing was for nothing. Shaya was no deity, no legendary figure of prophesy, no chosen one. A simple unremarkable girl, on an unremarkable planet.
Unlike most Saiyans, she decided not to purge the inhabitants of the planet. Instead choosing to rule, at the age of Ten she commanded the loyalty of all of it's nations and peoples in an iron grip. In this time she discovered vanity, surrounding herself with the finest of clothing, learning to straighten her hair and to diet herself properly.
However... she felt unfulfilled. Ruling this planet held no joy for her, seeing it's people happy gave her nothing. Exiling herself temporarily to "Commune with the Goddess", she went hunting in the re-growing forests of the planet. It was here she finally found one of her callings in life, bathing in the blood of beasts and monsters. Battle.
Truly a Saiyan, Shaya reverted to her base instincts as she fought the immense animals that resided upon the planet. In her joy bringing them to extinction, along with many other species as she finally began to learn to control her powers. The first of her techniques was born from her need to eat, using her ki to create a shimmering blade of blue light, using it to deadly effect in both her cooking and in battle.
But her calling soon grew dull, hunting became a chore as no opponent could best, threaten or even harm her in the end. She asked herself "But is this not what victory is? To kill, and reign supreme?" The answer she came to was a simple "No", there was no pleasure in ruling like this. No pleasure in being the one to crush the weak and defenseless. She wished for challenge, for someone worthy, not only to be her opponent either.
Turning first on those that she had ruled before, Shaya proclaimed all, young and old, male and female, must gather for a tournament. All must test their skills in battle. Such a tyrannical order was met with resistance, many believing Shaya had gone mad. They would find they were not wrong, the Queen they knew before was gone. In her place was the Saiyan woman who thirsted for combat and all who stood in her way became ash.
Almost a month passed, Shaya restrained her boredom as she watched the people she had cared for and nurtured tear each other to pieces in the ring in front of her. Each fighter desperate for survival or Shaya's favor. Finally the day came, there was one opponent left standing. A wearied populace watches in the ring, a string of gasps come from their lips as Shaya herself enters the ring upon that fated day.
Her battle was over before she could blink, with a single blow the man in front of her crumpled. Defeated. All of her efforts, all of her waiting, all of it for nothing. Fury raged through her body, was there no one who could sate her lust? No one who could fight her, as equals? In her anger, Shaya deserted the newly created arena, a nova of fire building in her hands, Shaya reduced it, along with everyone in it, to mere embers and ash.
Anger coursing through her system, Shaya rampaged across the planet. In just a few days, the once glorious civilization lying across it's surface was reduced from an almost space-faring golden age of productivity, science and industrialization to an apocalyptic burning wasteland. Only her vanity showed through during this time, as she began to move into her teenage years, she felt it become ever more prevalent.
One night into the chaos, another orb soared through the sky. "If it were like me..." The thoughts echo through Shaya's head, her heart beating hard and fast as she approached the landing sight with the whole of her being. Her eyes beheld a man, two foot taller than her, his imposing figure was almost daunting, a fact that only encouraged Shaya. With shaggy black hair reaching around his shoulders, a muscular build barely hidden by his armor and what she believed to be a little red monocle attached to his eye.
The mysterious man turned, his tail curling around his waist as he comes to stare right at Shaya "Come out girl, I know you're hiding in there." His voice sounded almost like gravel, menace coursing through his tone. Shaya almost froze at the sound of his voice, her eyes going wide. The sight of his tail, his body and his imposing demeanor sent her wild. She was even detected so easily... Heart pounding with excitement, Shaya skipped any talk they may have had.
Her battle started with a lunge, energy pulsing in her hand as a violet blade aimed to take his head in a single strike. A warcry on her luscious red lips turned into a strangled sound of pain. "What's this? Trying to kill your own kin?" His lip curls upwards into a smirk as he speaks. Hand moving like lightning from her stomach to her neck. Throwing her to the ground with a single swing, her body nothing less than a ragdoll to one of his might. Something inside Shaya smoldered as she felt pain coursing through her body, instincts telling her exactly what she was fighting, even if she knew not his name or rank. "It's rare one of you low class whores could fight an Elite class like myself, not that you could fight with a body like that regardless. Lets see how much you've grown." His sadistic smirk dominated his face, not even shifting into a combat pose his arrogance was so.
It came quickly, but like before was entirely and completely outmatched. Each attack was diverted and returned with another of greater strength, but Shaya persisted. Her heart filled with the joy of battle, however one-sided it was. Hours later, he spoke up again, barely out of breath "Haven't you had enough yet? Keep going and you'll die." It's clear he didn't care for her health, casually brushing off his armor, not even looking at her as he spoke
. Adrenaline coursed through Shaya's system, his words didn't mean anything to her, caught up in the heat of battle. Even death was something abstract to her now.
In this euphoria close to death, Shaya's true abilities were reached. Her feet pounded against the charred ground, burnt and scattered leaves flung far and wide, air pressure radiating off of her fist as she slams it into his smug face. Taken aback, a cry of pain resounded through the burning forest. His pain. Shaya's heart leaped at the opportunity for victory. A flutter of leaves and the loud crack of armor against wood echoed around the two fighters "Shi-" His voice filled with panic, arms raising haphazardly up to his face. Unable to contain her joy, Shaya's velvet voice hits his ears for the first time, giddy with the thought of victory "Wrong move~"
A violent flash appears in Shaya's hand as it slams into his gut, his armor cloven in two. Light dissipating, the last of her ki spent, but the force behind her surging thrust still there. Slamming into his stomach, the tree behind him splintered, his armor cracking. "I-I can't die here... Not to some low class Saiyan like you!" The curse of overconfidence filling the man with regret, his ambition crushed by a mere low class Saiyan woman. However... As his eyelids begin to close over those misty brown eyes of his, the sight shocked him.
Shaya stood there, clouds building in the sky above. Her bruised and bloody knuckles not coming down for the finishing blow, nor her legs. Instead, she had leaned down. Gently stroking across his face, revealing his features beneath his brown hair. With the care unusual for a Saiyan, her hands slid across his larger body. Picking him up off of the ground and heading for shelter. The fires of anger and frustration doused by the rain pouring around them, leaving only the smoldering embers of desire and contentment.
When he had awoken, he found himself out of his broken armor. Laid upon a bed overlooking the burning cities of the planet, the view that it's former queen ruled over. The scent of food nearby, Shaya's tail eagerly bouncing back and forth as she prepared his breakfast. Confusion and shock crossed his face, as she presented him with a truly Saiyan meal, a veritable feast for any other race. Apologizing for her outburst before, hoping to mend any ties. Shaya's actions confused the older Saiyan, but he shrugged it off. Calling himself Celeron.
Celeron went on to inform Shaya of her true identity and race, her mission on this planet and the reason for his coming. Despite the joy filling Shaya's heart, Celeron told her she still had to accomplish one thing. The entire destruction of the race upon the planet's surface. Shaya agreed without a moment's thought, telling him she'd be back before his breakfast was done. Once the harbinger of a goddess, now turned into an uncaring destroyer of life, Shaya ended all but the lives of the two Saiyan's upon the planet without hesitation, rooting them out wherever she could find them. Her attraction to Celeron's power and the way of life he presented obscured any other thought from her mind.
Accepted with open arms for her power, brutality and willingness to serve Celeron asked where the pod she had been initially brought to the planet lay. She guided him to the landing spot, untouched by her anger or her former followers. After a quick diagnosis, he found it broken from the entry to the planet. Informing her to pack whatever she owned and that she would have to ride in his pod.
Clothes, cosmetics, shoes and her hair straighteners are the only thing she packed. Quickly boarding the pod with him, his already large bulk made it far more cramped than anyone would like, but Shaya and Celeron quickly found a way to enjoy their forced time together. Returning to Vegeta, it took a long while for Shaya to re-integrate back into society, with the exceptions of fighting. However, she was accepted readily. With Celeron vouching for both her loyalty and strength, Shaya was boosted up beyond most low-class saiyans on her return. Even if she was mocked for her body, being "too curvy to fight", although any who spoke so openly about it soon found themselves with new bruises.
But she herself was filled with a disgust and regret at her actions. Celeron as an Elite class was strong... But it was clear he was nowhere near the strongest. Anger built up inside her, despising the man she had lain with so easily for his power and strength, and yet there were so many others that dwarfed him. Their friendship didn't last as a result but neither did Celeron or Shaya mind. Soon Shaya found herself with child, although she didn't let it slow her down at all. Spending nearly seven months of her pregnancy training vigorously and even after that she pushed herself to make ki exercises.
Her child was of an extraordinary power level, nothing compared to an Adult Elite class saiyan, but clearly a cut above the rest. Seeing her being so praised for such a child, as well as he himself, filled her with pride beyond belief. A longing to see him grow well into a Saiyan to far surpass others filling her... As well as the desire to have another. But this time... She wouldn't stoop for someone like Celeron again. Only the finest, only the strongest and most powerful. But she'd have to seek them out, wherever they might be.
Techniques:
Offensive
[B1] Violet Blade
Simply named, this blade is typically short and doesn't extend much past the hand, although it can be extended at will to be far longer if needed. The Energy blade possesses the ability to slice through most materials, although can be resisted through simple ki. Along with being stopped by simply grasping the wrist beneath the blade itself.
[V1] Meteor Flare.
A single hand is brought upwards to face against the sky, sunlight almost seems to condense around her palm, forming an unstable glowing sphere of
burning energy, size dependable upon the rate of charging. Although only a pale representation of her first sight in this world, this attack simulates the burning nova by sending the entire area ablaze with fire.
Support
[S1] Casual dodge
Unlike others who tend to rely on afterimages, Shaya tends to take an approach which conserves energy. Simply ducking, weaving or side-stepping out of the way of an attack rather than vanishing entirely.
[S1] Flight
Special
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zeni
Species: Saiyan
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Starting Planet: Planet Vegeta
Appearance:
Shaya stands at 4’5” or 137.16cm, as a Saiyan, she's usually a head or so under most. Like most of her kind, her natural hair shape is spiky and upright, she treats this using straighteners and other such things bought from the PTO. Her eye color is also green, contrary to the picture above.
History:
Shaya's life began as a low-class Saiyan, sent off to another unremarkable planet with a docile and weakling race controlling it, not even yet worthy to reach to their moon. The small pod would have landed un-remarkably, if not for the planetary rings surrounding the planet. Her pod disrupted the fragile gravity of the country, a brilliant nova of fire, scintillating ice covered rocks, the meteors around her pod and the blue atmosphere of the planet was forever ingrained into her memories.
Unfortunately for the native population, this display was not only pretty, but caused massive forest fires across the temperate rainforests covering the planet. Forcing them to hole up into their cities, despite this, they saw this as a positive omen. Their Goddess had sent them a message, she wished for them to expand into the former forest lands. The epicenter of this nova of burning destruction was Shaya herself. Standing for the first time, she looked upon the sky and the destruction of the earth and felt a longing in her heart, to bring it again and again until all in her sight was filled with this flame.
As night however, gave way to day, Shaya was found by those she had wronged. In the fire filled forests of this no name planet, Shaya was named an avatar of their goddess, perfection in flesh. Only proven further by her immense strength, agility and stamina that her Saiyan blood granted her. However, their rejoicing was for nothing. Shaya was no deity, no legendary figure of prophesy, no chosen one. A simple unremarkable girl, on an unremarkable planet.
Unlike most Saiyans, she decided not to purge the inhabitants of the planet. Instead choosing to rule, at the age of Ten she commanded the loyalty of all of it's nations and peoples in an iron grip. In this time she discovered vanity, surrounding herself with the finest of clothing, learning to straighten her hair and to diet herself properly.
However... she felt unfulfilled. Ruling this planet held no joy for her, seeing it's people happy gave her nothing. Exiling herself temporarily to "Commune with the Goddess", she went hunting in the re-growing forests of the planet. It was here she finally found one of her callings in life, bathing in the blood of beasts and monsters. Battle.
Truly a Saiyan, Shaya reverted to her base instincts as she fought the immense animals that resided upon the planet. In her joy bringing them to extinction, along with many other species as she finally began to learn to control her powers. The first of her techniques was born from her need to eat, using her ki to create a shimmering blade of blue light, using it to deadly effect in both her cooking and in battle.
But her calling soon grew dull, hunting became a chore as no opponent could best, threaten or even harm her in the end. She asked herself "But is this not what victory is? To kill, and reign supreme?" The answer she came to was a simple "No", there was no pleasure in ruling like this. No pleasure in being the one to crush the weak and defenseless. She wished for challenge, for someone worthy, not only to be her opponent either.
Turning first on those that she had ruled before, Shaya proclaimed all, young and old, male and female, must gather for a tournament. All must test their skills in battle. Such a tyrannical order was met with resistance, many believing Shaya had gone mad. They would find they were not wrong, the Queen they knew before was gone. In her place was the Saiyan woman who thirsted for combat and all who stood in her way became ash.
Almost a month passed, Shaya restrained her boredom as she watched the people she had cared for and nurtured tear each other to pieces in the ring in front of her. Each fighter desperate for survival or Shaya's favor. Finally the day came, there was one opponent left standing. A wearied populace watches in the ring, a string of gasps come from their lips as Shaya herself enters the ring upon that fated day.
Her battle was over before she could blink, with a single blow the man in front of her crumpled. Defeated. All of her efforts, all of her waiting, all of it for nothing. Fury raged through her body, was there no one who could sate her lust? No one who could fight her, as equals? In her anger, Shaya deserted the newly created arena, a nova of fire building in her hands, Shaya reduced it, along with everyone in it, to mere embers and ash.
Anger coursing through her system, Shaya rampaged across the planet. In just a few days, the once glorious civilization lying across it's surface was reduced from an almost space-faring golden age of productivity, science and industrialization to an apocalyptic burning wasteland. Only her vanity showed through during this time, as she began to move into her teenage years, she felt it become ever more prevalent.
One night into the chaos, another orb soared through the sky. "If it were like me..." The thoughts echo through Shaya's head, her heart beating hard and fast as she approached the landing sight with the whole of her being. Her eyes beheld a man, two foot taller than her, his imposing figure was almost daunting, a fact that only encouraged Shaya. With shaggy black hair reaching around his shoulders, a muscular build barely hidden by his armor and what she believed to be a little red monocle attached to his eye.
The mysterious man turned, his tail curling around his waist as he comes to stare right at Shaya "Come out girl, I know you're hiding in there." His voice sounded almost like gravel, menace coursing through his tone. Shaya almost froze at the sound of his voice, her eyes going wide. The sight of his tail, his body and his imposing demeanor sent her wild. She was even detected so easily... Heart pounding with excitement, Shaya skipped any talk they may have had.
Her battle started with a lunge, energy pulsing in her hand as a violet blade aimed to take his head in a single strike. A warcry on her luscious red lips turned into a strangled sound of pain. "What's this? Trying to kill your own kin?" His lip curls upwards into a smirk as he speaks. Hand moving like lightning from her stomach to her neck. Throwing her to the ground with a single swing, her body nothing less than a ragdoll to one of his might. Something inside Shaya smoldered as she felt pain coursing through her body, instincts telling her exactly what she was fighting, even if she knew not his name or rank. "It's rare one of you low class whores could fight an Elite class like myself, not that you could fight with a body like that regardless. Lets see how much you've grown." His sadistic smirk dominated his face, not even shifting into a combat pose his arrogance was so.
It came quickly, but like before was entirely and completely outmatched. Each attack was diverted and returned with another of greater strength, but Shaya persisted. Her heart filled with the joy of battle, however one-sided it was. Hours later, he spoke up again, barely out of breath "Haven't you had enough yet? Keep going and you'll die." It's clear he didn't care for her health, casually brushing off his armor, not even looking at her as he spoke
. Adrenaline coursed through Shaya's system, his words didn't mean anything to her, caught up in the heat of battle. Even death was something abstract to her now.
In this euphoria close to death, Shaya's true abilities were reached. Her feet pounded against the charred ground, burnt and scattered leaves flung far and wide, air pressure radiating off of her fist as she slams it into his smug face. Taken aback, a cry of pain resounded through the burning forest. His pain. Shaya's heart leaped at the opportunity for victory. A flutter of leaves and the loud crack of armor against wood echoed around the two fighters "Shi-" His voice filled with panic, arms raising haphazardly up to his face. Unable to contain her joy, Shaya's velvet voice hits his ears for the first time, giddy with the thought of victory "Wrong move~"
A violent flash appears in Shaya's hand as it slams into his gut, his armor cloven in two. Light dissipating, the last of her ki spent, but the force behind her surging thrust still there. Slamming into his stomach, the tree behind him splintered, his armor cracking. "I-I can't die here... Not to some low class Saiyan like you!" The curse of overconfidence filling the man with regret, his ambition crushed by a mere low class Saiyan woman. However... As his eyelids begin to close over those misty brown eyes of his, the sight shocked him.
Shaya stood there, clouds building in the sky above. Her bruised and bloody knuckles not coming down for the finishing blow, nor her legs. Instead, she had leaned down. Gently stroking across his face, revealing his features beneath his brown hair. With the care unusual for a Saiyan, her hands slid across his larger body. Picking him up off of the ground and heading for shelter. The fires of anger and frustration doused by the rain pouring around them, leaving only the smoldering embers of desire and contentment.
When he had awoken, he found himself out of his broken armor. Laid upon a bed overlooking the burning cities of the planet, the view that it's former queen ruled over. The scent of food nearby, Shaya's tail eagerly bouncing back and forth as she prepared his breakfast. Confusion and shock crossed his face, as she presented him with a truly Saiyan meal, a veritable feast for any other race. Apologizing for her outburst before, hoping to mend any ties. Shaya's actions confused the older Saiyan, but he shrugged it off. Calling himself Celeron.
Celeron went on to inform Shaya of her true identity and race, her mission on this planet and the reason for his coming. Despite the joy filling Shaya's heart, Celeron told her she still had to accomplish one thing. The entire destruction of the race upon the planet's surface. Shaya agreed without a moment's thought, telling him she'd be back before his breakfast was done. Once the harbinger of a goddess, now turned into an uncaring destroyer of life, Shaya ended all but the lives of the two Saiyan's upon the planet without hesitation, rooting them out wherever she could find them. Her attraction to Celeron's power and the way of life he presented obscured any other thought from her mind.
Accepted with open arms for her power, brutality and willingness to serve Celeron asked where the pod she had been initially brought to the planet lay. She guided him to the landing spot, untouched by her anger or her former followers. After a quick diagnosis, he found it broken from the entry to the planet. Informing her to pack whatever she owned and that she would have to ride in his pod.
Clothes, cosmetics, shoes and her hair straighteners are the only thing she packed. Quickly boarding the pod with him, his already large bulk made it far more cramped than anyone would like, but Shaya and Celeron quickly found a way to enjoy their forced time together. Returning to Vegeta, it took a long while for Shaya to re-integrate back into society, with the exceptions of fighting. However, she was accepted readily. With Celeron vouching for both her loyalty and strength, Shaya was boosted up beyond most low-class saiyans on her return. Even if she was mocked for her body, being "too curvy to fight", although any who spoke so openly about it soon found themselves with new bruises.
But she herself was filled with a disgust and regret at her actions. Celeron as an Elite class was strong... But it was clear he was nowhere near the strongest. Anger built up inside her, despising the man she had lain with so easily for his power and strength, and yet there were so many others that dwarfed him. Their friendship didn't last as a result but neither did Celeron or Shaya mind. Soon Shaya found herself with child, although she didn't let it slow her down at all. Spending nearly seven months of her pregnancy training vigorously and even after that she pushed herself to make ki exercises.
Her child was of an extraordinary power level, nothing compared to an Adult Elite class saiyan, but clearly a cut above the rest. Seeing her being so praised for such a child, as well as he himself, filled her with pride beyond belief. A longing to see him grow well into a Saiyan to far surpass others filling her... As well as the desire to have another. But this time... She wouldn't stoop for someone like Celeron again. Only the finest, only the strongest and most powerful. But she'd have to seek them out, wherever they might be.
Techniques:
Offensive
[B1] Violet Blade
Simply named, this blade is typically short and doesn't extend much past the hand, although it can be extended at will to be far longer if needed. The Energy blade possesses the ability to slice through most materials, although can be resisted through simple ki. Along with being stopped by simply grasping the wrist beneath the blade itself.
[V1] Meteor Flare.
A single hand is brought upwards to face against the sky, sunlight almost seems to condense around her palm, forming an unstable glowing sphere of
burning energy, size dependable upon the rate of charging. Although only a pale representation of her first sight in this world, this attack simulates the burning nova by sending the entire area ablaze with fire.
Support
[S1] Casual dodge
Unlike others who tend to rely on afterimages, Shaya tends to take an approach which conserves energy. Simply ducking, weaving or side-stepping out of the way of an attack rather than vanishing entirely.
[S1] Flight
Special
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zeni
Hope everything's in order, it's my first try for roleplaying on a site like this! Usually more used to voice games or text games across the net! If I've done anything wrong, need to edit anything or re-write a segment to include more detail, please say so!