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Rukia Date
Iori Minase (The Idolm@ster)
Iori Minase (The Idolm@ster)
Name: Rukia Date
Age: 16
Race: Brenchian
Gender: Female
Universe: 6
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Some people were destined for greatness.
Or at the very least, led themselves into believing that they did. Nothing but braggarts who only had something to prove, but nothing to show for it. But her, she was different. No claim of hers would be made, both without reason, and confidence that she could prove something wrong. Failure was the result of overestimating one's own capabilities, and she'd rather pass on the opportunity to try what she knew she couldn't prove was false, no matter her spite.
A basic restraint that others seemed to lack, and rudely had her being compared to the Tuffles. But what they thought didn't matter to her. Only the facts. Ones which ranged from basic things like behavior another Brenchian might take on, or the more puzzling on whether or not their kind could truly even be faster than they were right now.
To not have some sort of outlet of inspiration, was indicative of lacking a realistic goal. Speed meant a lot to her, and while she had no qualms with leaving her lab for a run around with someone she knew she stood a chance against, let it be known she wasn't one to waste time with taunting, or aggravating where she didn't deem it necessary.
Likes/Dislikes: To find her away from her lab, indicated there must have been training.
Rather the type to shut herself indoors and left to her work on the potential that speed had, she wasn't much of a fighter, nor considered herself to be. Those she won matches against, had some kind of flaw in their stances, or wasn't as fast as she was. There was nothing more to strive in these matches, other than proving facts.
If there was anything she disliked most in the world, it was the display of power where it wasn't necessary. Society might not have been perfect, and battles were a necessity to keep from boredom, though there was an extent that the body could take. To push past one's limits was progressing what the body was yet to be able to take on.
Growth could be gained through other means such as observations, and mimicking movements. Or perhaps putting things into practice, which could be gained over time. Things that many of those out there failed to understand.
Aspirations: A speed chemical.
That was perhaps what was needed the most of her kin. The kind that could not only improve their speed, but add some power behind it, with minimal drawbacks on the body. To push their potential when it came to speed, otherwise, was one asking for some unforeseen consequence. One which could also make a mockery of the natural abilities they possessed.
It would be temporary and marketable, where over time, the body could get used to this boost in speed long enough to adapt naturally. Injuries resulting from pushing limits, wasn't necessary and just a consequence of an action.
Homeworld: Brench
Allegiance: PTO
Starting Planet: Brench
Appearance:
She doesn't look all too different from the average Brenchian. Their bodies which have adjusted to gravity that was well beyond other planets were relatively fit and in shape. Both the color of their hair, and the color of their skin, had also came in a variety of colors. Her own hair was a rather light brown, almost to the point of green.
While her skin was a light purple. While residing in her lab, which also apart of her home, she typically wore a lab coat and dress shirt underneath it. Outside and on the field of her planet however, was blue spandex underneath armor. Rather heavy gear, but it was one which was a necessity. To not have some kind of protection was simply foolish.
Backstory:
Individuality.
On a planet where many of those around had a natural affinity for speed, what separated one from the rest, wasn't just their differences in speed, but the thing that made them who they were. A conclusion she had came up for herself, after failing, though having established beforehand, that she wasn't fast enough to outrun a fellow Brenchian.
The difference between she and her friend, was a certain drive that the blonde had, which wasn't like her own. Something that became more and more apparent, as she noticed this theory of hers, and how often she was persuaded to go outside, while at her leisure. Time in which before embracing the potential of individuality, that she spent watching bouts of speed between other Brenchians, based on captured footage by some kind of entertainer or passerby.
To accept that she was lacking in certain areas, wasn't one that was easy. With what they've been taught on how to maneuver and survive on this planet, paved way in desiring the idea of proving claims, no matter if they were false or easily proven such. Temptation was a difficult thing which could easily manipulate the mind and one's own actions.
But when it came to being aware of something, like one's own faults, it was also just as easily to notice the faults of others. She wasn't the only one who had issues when it came to temper, and her speed was certainly not below average. Some Brenchians even had form which wasn't quite proper, that could have aid in both speed and fighting.
The fact of the matter was however, is that these weren't pointers that anyone you weren't familiar with, or who wasn't an instructor, would make clear to you. An opponent having weaknesses in their defenses, was usually meant to be a good thing. Winning such a match was an accomplishment of the knowledge others lacked, and one which she began to develop a liking to. There wasn't necessarily anything she had to prove, nor was there anyone she wanted to best.
It was just that self-satisfaction that kept her going at a pace which she took personal interest in. The thing that made it easy to turn away or back down, knowing anyone who disagreed with her mindset, likely had some flaw that could be their downfall, or use as exploitation. All that really needed to kick it off, was the right events.
What that had meant for her own growth however, was that it wouldn't be through the usual way of strength training, or bouts of speed. She knew what her limit in speed was, and to push her body over that, was what she deemed unnecessary.
There were other ways of improving speed, just not ones she felt weren't developed yet. Or at least on this planet. It would not need to be permanent, as what she envisioned, would be like a workout, without doing all the work.
Something which the body could eventually adjust to having within its system, but not to the point where it would be dependent on it to live. To create such a thing required research and exploration away from this planet.
As well as business prospects and shared findings. Resources which wasn't easy to gather, especially being as young as she was, but it wasn't a path which she minded pursuing. Going at her leisure until opportunities arise, was fine.
Without reason, there was only failure and wasted efforts.
Techniques: Defensive Tree
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Bladed Bane
25% of PL.
[li][OT-1] Piercing Wave[/li]
Concentrating ki into a hand, Rukia brings it forward, and releases a concentrated energy wave at a single opponent.
25% of PL.
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Ki Suppression
Allows hiding energy on a regional scale.
[li][PT-1] Ki Sense[/li]
Concentrating on the energy around her, she looks for a specific one.
Allows sensing energy on a regional scale.
[li][PT-1] Ki Flight[/li]
Concentrating on her energy to be underneath her, she can fly.
Allows flying using ki.
[li][ST-1] Barrier[/li]
Concentrating energy around her hands, she can put up an energy barrier.
Creates a 40% barrier which can protect up to two people.
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Her lab.
Although it might have seemed like it would be inevitable, when it came to keeping such a place looking somewhat decent, it actually came down to two factors. The first was organization, which as a Brenchian, she had no trouble with doing, when going at the right speed. While the second had been the amount of space that was around.
Those with larger rooms would have enough to put away their things, but it would eventually bring them to a point where they were either running out of space, or had a room just full of things, making it a memory game.
Being as young as she was, she didn't have something as luxurious as space. The housing she currently had, was only obtainable through her parents, and was barely a step above an apartment. A single floor home, that while she wouldn't exactly call tight, could have been better. But her time, when not in training, was one that was spent in this lab.
There wasn't much space around, and she thought of the room being the size of a flower shop, just cut in half for whatever reason, but work could get done. There was never such a thing as running out of space, if recordings and old findings were thrown out, after personally making the time to properly go through and update what was necessary.
The main issue that came with running a lab, beyond the fact that she was working alone, was the realization of where her progress was in her research. Most of what she kept filed and recorded, had to do with the growth of other Brenchians. Had those she knew or seen suddenly taken a jump in power? Or perhaps suddenly outrun another?
Being familiar with these subjects and the movements they took, however different or similar they were, could pave the way to her own growth. Whatever they put into practice, was one which she could personally try to refine to her own tastes. To make comfortable, and possibly even see a way to use what they had, in a completely different way.
But progress was slow. She had understood that. It was part of the reason why she had chosen to walk this path. Though that didn't stop knowing how the data she gathered had the same measurements of a Brenchian's speed and strength.
Days upon days of the same recordings, with perhaps a day where someone had done worst. Though what she hoped would lead to some kind of growth after an injury was taken, had instead turned to have no impact on any big boosts.
They still grew at the same rate, no matter what kind of drive they had. The body could only take so much pain past its natural limits, that any further training was practically asking to be bedridden for a couple days or so.
With no remarkable changes occurring, and no opportunities arising to explore beyond this planet, there wasn't much else to do in her leisure but review her findings, or hone her own skills. Light work like the concentration of ki, and while not a particularly strict recording, a look at her own performance. How much she had improved herself.
It was still upsetting to know that there were people she knew who outclassed her. But where there should have been a drive to change that, only came to mind in thinking about areas that they lacked in, which she was at least decent in.
Nothing that was meant to comfort her, but certainly did aid in picking apart what she usually wouldn't have time for. Between training and other parts of her life, what she knew about a fellow Brenchian, was information in her head which had been built up over time. It wasn't enough to win against them, but it was knowledge still useful.
That was as much as she could ask deciding to work on growth through alternative means, rather than what was expected. That she wasn't just wasting her time here, and could actually put this knowledge to use at some point in her life.
Significance didn't matter, only its use.
Reward Requested: (PL)