Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 12:19:01 GMT -5
Sarai Naftali
Name: Sarai Naftali
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Angelean (Human)
Homeworld: Earth
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
A woman of about average height, Sarai stands at 5'6" and has a definitive muscular body. The woman works hard and near nonstop to make sure that she portrays a definitive mass of muscle and strength. She's mostly fair skinned, though compared to those who don't spend time in the outdoors, she may be referred to as tanned. She's a healthy color and a healthy bodied girl. She keeps her very blonde hair short, straight, and neatly kept. The blonde locks are gentle and feminine, but allowed to fly free even as she finds battle to do with any number of 'foes.' With thin eyebrows a darker shade than her blonde hair, beneath would be the feminine and blue eyes of Sarai. Always competitive and waiting for the next brawl, what can be peculiar about her shades of blue is that they can turn less navy and more piercing and icy blue when she gets particularly excited. A small nose, thing lips, and rounded features bring out the feminine appearance of the young woman. Sarai's femininity is not hidden by her musculature. She has obvious curves, a rounded chest and strong hips, even with her toned abdomen. Overall, Sarai balances a hard working body with that of a female perspective.
As for attire, she likes to move freely. Her hair has already been stated to be free of constriction or knot, that which covers her breasts is typically a sports bra of black-ish color. Though public often calls for a little more covering, the woman goes for a dark red, necked shirt. Sleeveless, it bares her arms and cuts off just below her breasts and is secured tightly to her form. In reality, it's not much more covering than that of a bra, but she'll fight anyone fist to fist if they wish to challenge that. Her hands sport fingerless gloves, protecting her knuckles from those ever flying punches she so desires. Beneath that open abdomen and bellybutton, the female has dark blue pants that hang loosely around her legs. Secured by a black belt to never fall, another belt of brown hangs around her hips for little more reason than remembrance and decoration. Upon these dark blue pants are stars, one large one on each side and within a circle, all holding a golden color. Last but not least, over her feet would be dark brown boots. Near militaristic and work style, they're somewhat heavy and have her plod along, but deal a fierce kick when she makes contact.
As for attire, she likes to move freely. Her hair has already been stated to be free of constriction or knot, that which covers her breasts is typically a sports bra of black-ish color. Though public often calls for a little more covering, the woman goes for a dark red, necked shirt. Sleeveless, it bares her arms and cuts off just below her breasts and is secured tightly to her form. In reality, it's not much more covering than that of a bra, but she'll fight anyone fist to fist if they wish to challenge that. Her hands sport fingerless gloves, protecting her knuckles from those ever flying punches she so desires. Beneath that open abdomen and bellybutton, the female has dark blue pants that hang loosely around her legs. Secured by a black belt to never fall, another belt of brown hangs around her hips for little more reason than remembrance and decoration. Upon these dark blue pants are stars, one large one on each side and within a circle, all holding a golden color. Last but not least, over her feet would be dark brown boots. Near militaristic and work style, they're somewhat heavy and have her plod along, but deal a fierce kick when she makes contact.
Backstory:
Many an Earthling are born of love and desire, one to continue into a family or merely make a couple stronger. This was not so for Sarai. Her mother was a natural born Angelean, one of the few that survived upon the Earth over these many long years. She had no desire to show any of their abilities or even let anyone know of her grace and race. Unfortunately, for those who have ever sensed the ancient powers of the Angeleans and their ki, they are greatly distinguishable to those with appropriate senses. One of another planet had their attention caught by Sarai's mother. A Heran. Visiting Earth on a brief mission. His brief mission took a turn of pleasure and Sarai was conceived. Being born into a world where her father certainly didn't stick around and her mother only felt the need to care for that which came from her.
That need would quickly dwindle. Even though the child would host the bright eyes of the ancient race, her mother could not stand to look upon her. As years passed, the pain and bitterness would merely grow. At the age of four, Sarai would find herself standing upon the stoop of an orphanage. A small blonde girl, holding her bag, waving goodbye to the only one she had ever loved or known. And to top off the cliche, it was pouring. Soaking the child to the bone as she tried to understand why her mother was weeping as she walked away.
Sarai was a good kid, for the most part. She listened to her mother, so the fact that she watched her mother walk away so easily was merely her obedience. Needless to say, when she figured out she was abandoned, was to live among children she didn't know, and would have to adjust to entering a school soon, the child would have a slight shift. Sarai wasn't necessarily bad, but tha nature of her father would begin to surface. A more aggressive and competitive nature. Even as she reached the small age of five, she'd take on the older kids at the orphanage. Rarely would she win, youngsters such as her weren't really fighters, but it didn't kill her competitive desire. Joining school, she was more aggressive with her other classmates than most would expect. She wasn't completely hurtful and angry, Sarai was still a 'good' kid. She just... had more of an inclination to react physically. The child wasn't disliked, but she certainly had gotten herself talked to by many an adult.
As she would grow, the pattern would remain the same. Sarai would get herself into fights with others her age and often times those older than her. This seemed less and less odd as Sarai grew, her Angelean blood making her quickly larger than those of her same numerical age. While those around her had the youth of a thirteen year old, Sarai had already matured into that of the woman she is today. Less bulked and muscled, but her height and feminine qualities were that of an adult of her race. Sarai was different, that was clear to her and to most around her. But she didn't often let it bother her, it was embraced by the Angelean for she was proud of who she was.
Through all years of her schooling, she made average marks, but ended up in discipline more often than not. A bruise here. A scratch there. It wasn't rare for the blonde to be bringing home 'rewards' from her skirmishes. It was concerning to her 'mother' at the orphanage, but no one could sway the stubborn headed girl. While Sarai was not fully aware of her Heran blood, she very much was aware of her mother's blood. Hide that of the Angelean. If she ever found out she could manipulate the powers of light or darkness to bring her power, she must hide it. It was how destruction befell their people. The stubborn child had long ago erased those warnings. Sarai was Angelean! Strong and proud.
In her teenage years this would further grow. Sarai was put into more... competitive groups. Sports were one thing, but wrestling and boxing clubs were another. She got direct contact with those she was fighting with. She got to look them in the eye whether giving or taking a punch. It made her blood pump with excitement. She was Angelean. And she would prove they were strong and STILL AROUND. One can only imagine the renewed vigor from a day of celestial alignment. A solar eclipse, something that marked power to her kind, but only when circumstances aligned. Rage. And that's what she felt. Kicked in the stomach, on the ground, a group of kids had ganged up on her. But that wasn't the concerning part. Their focus was her race, her mother, and her abandonment. Sarai was an orphan. An Angelean that brought her mother so much disgrace that she was dumped and thrown away. Her mother was as much trash as any Angelean. Energy flared through the teenager. The blue eyes of the girl glowed golden, her body radiating with light. Those attacking her were beaten to a pulp. One being escorted directly to the hospital. It was the first time Sarai had acted out of such anger and such obvious need for pain to be inflicted.
She was sent home for the remainder of the year. The orphanage. She did her work there and she would continue exercising. She didn't have her clubs to go to and everyone at the orphanage made sure to give her plenty of space. Sarai regretted what had happened, and she didn't. People needed to see that the Angeleans held power. She wasn't going to be pushed around! With renewed vigor, she strengthened her body more and farther. Truly coming into her strength in her young years.
She would go back to school for her last year. People were wary of her, but things would slowly return to normal. Her scores had dipped down a bit, but she still passed. She took part in competitive fighting whereever she could. She trained and fought however possible. Sarai would embrace her heritage and show the world. Free to live her life now, no more school. She's on a path to find herself and her own. While also showing everyone she can that she's not to be put down. She's Angelean and she's damn special!
That need would quickly dwindle. Even though the child would host the bright eyes of the ancient race, her mother could not stand to look upon her. As years passed, the pain and bitterness would merely grow. At the age of four, Sarai would find herself standing upon the stoop of an orphanage. A small blonde girl, holding her bag, waving goodbye to the only one she had ever loved or known. And to top off the cliche, it was pouring. Soaking the child to the bone as she tried to understand why her mother was weeping as she walked away.
Sarai was a good kid, for the most part. She listened to her mother, so the fact that she watched her mother walk away so easily was merely her obedience. Needless to say, when she figured out she was abandoned, was to live among children she didn't know, and would have to adjust to entering a school soon, the child would have a slight shift. Sarai wasn't necessarily bad, but tha nature of her father would begin to surface. A more aggressive and competitive nature. Even as she reached the small age of five, she'd take on the older kids at the orphanage. Rarely would she win, youngsters such as her weren't really fighters, but it didn't kill her competitive desire. Joining school, she was more aggressive with her other classmates than most would expect. She wasn't completely hurtful and angry, Sarai was still a 'good' kid. She just... had more of an inclination to react physically. The child wasn't disliked, but she certainly had gotten herself talked to by many an adult.
As she would grow, the pattern would remain the same. Sarai would get herself into fights with others her age and often times those older than her. This seemed less and less odd as Sarai grew, her Angelean blood making her quickly larger than those of her same numerical age. While those around her had the youth of a thirteen year old, Sarai had already matured into that of the woman she is today. Less bulked and muscled, but her height and feminine qualities were that of an adult of her race. Sarai was different, that was clear to her and to most around her. But she didn't often let it bother her, it was embraced by the Angelean for she was proud of who she was.
Through all years of her schooling, she made average marks, but ended up in discipline more often than not. A bruise here. A scratch there. It wasn't rare for the blonde to be bringing home 'rewards' from her skirmishes. It was concerning to her 'mother' at the orphanage, but no one could sway the stubborn headed girl. While Sarai was not fully aware of her Heran blood, she very much was aware of her mother's blood. Hide that of the Angelean. If she ever found out she could manipulate the powers of light or darkness to bring her power, she must hide it. It was how destruction befell their people. The stubborn child had long ago erased those warnings. Sarai was Angelean! Strong and proud.
In her teenage years this would further grow. Sarai was put into more... competitive groups. Sports were one thing, but wrestling and boxing clubs were another. She got direct contact with those she was fighting with. She got to look them in the eye whether giving or taking a punch. It made her blood pump with excitement. She was Angelean. And she would prove they were strong and STILL AROUND. One can only imagine the renewed vigor from a day of celestial alignment. A solar eclipse, something that marked power to her kind, but only when circumstances aligned. Rage. And that's what she felt. Kicked in the stomach, on the ground, a group of kids had ganged up on her. But that wasn't the concerning part. Their focus was her race, her mother, and her abandonment. Sarai was an orphan. An Angelean that brought her mother so much disgrace that she was dumped and thrown away. Her mother was as much trash as any Angelean. Energy flared through the teenager. The blue eyes of the girl glowed golden, her body radiating with light. Those attacking her were beaten to a pulp. One being escorted directly to the hospital. It was the first time Sarai had acted out of such anger and such obvious need for pain to be inflicted.
She was sent home for the remainder of the year. The orphanage. She did her work there and she would continue exercising. She didn't have her clubs to go to and everyone at the orphanage made sure to give her plenty of space. Sarai regretted what had happened, and she didn't. People needed to see that the Angeleans held power. She wasn't going to be pushed around! With renewed vigor, she strengthened her body more and farther. Truly coming into her strength in her young years.
She would go back to school for her last year. People were wary of her, but things would slowly return to normal. Her scores had dipped down a bit, but she still passed. She took part in competitive fighting whereever she could. She trained and fought however possible. Sarai would embrace her heritage and show the world. Free to live her life now, no more school. She's on a path to find herself and her own. While also showing everyone she can that she's not to be put down. She's Angelean and she's damn special!
Techniques
Offense Tiers
The sun and moon at her beck and call, Sarai can call upon the energies of light to strengthen her physical attacks. By either charging these lights into her body or using it in one specific burst, she is able to back a little more into her offensive barrage.
[25% of Sarai's PL in Damage/Able to Charge]
The sun and moon shall never let her down. Sarai can call upon the energies of the light to further strengthen her attack at the cost of some of her stamina. She can either charge these lights into something more powerful or use it one simple attack.
[50% of Sarai's PL in Damage/Able to Charge]
[li style="text-align:left;"][VT-1] Truth is Binding[/li]The rays of the sun or the reflection of such in the moon would be placed into the woman's attacks. By calling upon their assistance, the light of her people shines through even her energized attacks, causing the power of the Angelean to shock those she attacked into a moment of submission.
[25% of Sarai's PL in Damage/Stun Effect]
Sarai directly calls upon the celestial lights for help. Instead of needing a direct attack from herself, she points a finger at the enemy. A rage of burning light will fall from the sky to where she points and envelop the target.
[25% of Sarai's PL in Damage]
[/ul]Support Tiers
By use of the eyes of her people, Sarai can start a brilliant flash of light by willing her irises to gather her ki and make her eyes a golden color. Then bursting the ki forth from her body, the light is blinding to all those who are in her vicinity to witness.
[One turn stun non harming. Must get above 50% of the user's PL to dodge.]
By utilizing her senses to predict her opponent's movements and focusing her ancient ki, she can momentarily energize her body to either avoid attacks in a moment or utilize her quick burst of speed to gain an element of surprise.
[Allows Dodging up to 100% of Sarai's PL]
By absorbing the light and energies around her, Sarai is able to near instantly heal wounds, cuts, bruises, and injuries on either her or her comrades.
[Able to Heal Small to Medium Wounds/25% of a warrior's PL]
Having gotten herself into many skirmishes in the past, Sarai has found the need to focus her energies from the sun and moon to heal the body. Not only has she gotten injured, but she's sent others for medical care as well. To better assist those who need not find themselves crippled at her or their expense, she has gained the ability to heal major injuries as well as minor.
[Able to Heal Severe Injuries and Severed Limbs/50% of a warrior's PL]
[/ul]Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
750 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Racial Characteristics:
Mystical Bodies: Angelean's bodies are rather unstable, causing them to be unable to age once they reach maturity, however during their child hood they age faster, reaching maturity (18 years) in a mere 12 years. (Flavor)
Primal Energies: Part-Human: Gain techniques 1 extra offensive technique and 1 extra support technique, +250 extra starter Zeni and +5% on every zeni thread.
Celestial Outburst: On Nights and Days of a celestial event (Full Moon, Mayako Star, Solar Eclipse) an Angelean can add 10% extra damage to an attack (Gain an extra stack able use every 80k PL)(Only usable on days and nights of a celestial event.)
Starting Transformations:
Celestial Embrace:
Any Angelean of either path, whether it be light or darkness, can absorb the embrace of the Ki energy generated by the sun and moon upon the skies of a solar eclipse, their body's veins becoming vibrant with energy to make them glow in colors related to their celestial path. Their eyes either changing to a pure golden glow, or a coal black color, lacking of light.
[x10, x20 at 200k PL, x30 at 300k, x40 at 400k PL Only available on Solar Eclipse with a moment of Rage]
Celestial Boost:
Angeleans' bodies naturally generate a rather neutral form of energy to boost their strength by a rather small amount. However it is noted the user will be extremely exhausted after a long period of use.
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Racial Characteristics:
Mystical Bodies: Angelean's bodies are rather unstable, causing them to be unable to age once they reach maturity, however during their child hood they age faster, reaching maturity (18 years) in a mere 12 years. (Flavor)
Primal Energies: Part-Human: Gain techniques 1 extra offensive technique and 1 extra support technique, +250 extra starter Zeni and +5% on every zeni thread.
Celestial Outburst: On Nights and Days of a celestial event (Full Moon, Mayako Star, Solar Eclipse) an Angelean can add 10% extra damage to an attack (Gain an extra stack able use every 80k PL)(Only usable on days and nights of a celestial event.)
Starting Transformations:
Celestial Embrace:
Any Angelean of either path, whether it be light or darkness, can absorb the embrace of the Ki energy generated by the sun and moon upon the skies of a solar eclipse, their body's veins becoming vibrant with energy to make them glow in colors related to their celestial path. Their eyes either changing to a pure golden glow, or a coal black color, lacking of light.
[x10, x20 at 200k PL, x30 at 300k, x40 at 400k PL Only available on Solar Eclipse with a moment of Rage]
Celestial Boost:
Angeleans' bodies naturally generate a rather neutral form of energy to boost their strength by a rather small amount. However it is noted the user will be extremely exhausted after a long period of use.
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Roleplay Example:
Angeleans are nothing but trash!
Your mother hated her race so much she couldn’t even stand to look at you!
Shouldn’t your kind have been wiped out by now?
Taunt after taunt. Kick after kick. The youth could feel each swift means of pressure hit her body. The searing and burning pain that came with it. She had her arms folded over her abdomen to try to protect her organs at the very least. But her skull was getting beaten, her head dizzied every time a shoe met its target. Her arms would be bruised from every kick they wished to beat on her. Sarai tried to roll. She had tried to stand up against them. But everything was in vain. There were too many. It was an onslaught of physical and emotional attacks. Sarai loved who she was. Even if her mother left her. Even if she was surrounded by people who weren’t her blood. She was Angelean and she’d be proud of it!
Finish her off.
She’s just another number to add to their death count.
And each word angered her. Infuriated her. These were her people and blood! Her. Her mother. Her mothers before her. How could these disgusting people just say these things? How could they just continue? Why did they want to kill? A shoe would connect with the side of her cheek and send her rolling in a spiral across the ground. Her body would hit into another person’s shins. Only for the beating to begin again. But this anger... it was springing up. Darkness was overcoming the world around them. The celestial bodies were aligning. The sun, moon, earth. All in perfect order. And that one added need to make it all come together for an Angelean.
Rage.
For a moment, Sarai felt hatred for these people. Pained blue eyes that had been closed from her never ending torment would snap open. Golden hues would near glow from where her blue irises had been. One could see the veins within the young woman spring forth with life. Light. There was light everywhere. Like it was the blood pumping through her veins, her whole body was lit up in an extraordinary display of power. A spiderweb of glorious fury colored her skin. The group was shocked at the change, and in a mere instant Sarai was on her feet. The rage was obvious to all those that saw her. The smart ones began to flee, but no one would be escaping the Angel’s wrath. One after another she attacked. Blind fury and near blinding light would urge her forward. A gloved fist sinking into the jaw of one attacker and in the next moment, a knee straight into the gut of another. She moved about with liquidity and precision. Every attack landings its mark and delving into the bodies and souls of those who dared threaten and attack her. One by one, they would fall by her might. And they did.
After each one fell, every one there and that had fled, Sarai stood above them all. She looked no more pleased and no more satisfied. The light would flicker in her eyes and slowly dull. The lifeblood that was light would diminish from her body and she would lose that added power and speed that her ancestors had loaned her. Stumbling to the side, the female tried to regain herself. A hand went to her own head, treading through the last bit of locks of her hairs and half covering her face. Her hand over one eye, she’d begin to take in the scene before her. Blood. Groaning bodies. One kid had his head smashed up against the stairs to the school. Her heart was beating surprisingly slowly. Like she was calm still even in this ruckus. What... had happened?
Standing tall, bringing her hand from her face and holding them out in front of her and looking open them with her navy eyes. She heard things. Labored breathing. Shouts. Maybe even sirens, or was it the school bell? It was all muffled in her ears and it was like time was moving at a slowed pace. She felt her shoulders get grabbed. Someone was speaking to her. What were they saying? Even as she turned her head, all the colors were a blur. It was a teacher. They were screaming. What... was he saying? Dragged away from the scene, her legs were like chunks of steel. In that moment, she didn’t regret. In that moment, Sarai didn’t feel sad for that. Right then was when Sarai realized she was as important as she thought she was.
Reward Requested: Zeni with five percent human bonus? Yes/no? idk.
