Post by Demalia on Mar 21, 2017 18:44:40 GMT -5
Demalia
<Shirabe Tsukuyomi>
<Shirabe Tsukuyomi>
Name:Demalia
Age:19
Race:Tuffle/Demon Hybrid (Tuffle Dominant)
Gender:Female
Universe: Universe 6
Height:4'7
Weight:110 lbs
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color: Pink
Identifying Markers:Hair Ribbons
Personality: At her core, Demalia is a altruistic individual who wishes to help others. She's a very levelheaded individual. Although those she really gets to know will attest that she is a curious individual who loves technology. She'll help other members of her race with the development of technology, even if she doesn't have to. So is fairly easy going with people she trusts, and is an open book around those people.She is also very passionate about her beliefs.
Being half demon though, she knows how cruel the world can be. As such, she acts very formal and detached to people who she doesn't know. Her calm demeanor has led her to being called a robot by people who don't know her very well on more then one occasion. Even in this state though she is very straightforward. While she hides what she's feeling from people she doesn't know, she doesn't lie about what she is feeling.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes:
Technology: Did I mention that Demalia loves technology? She loves developing and studying all kinds of technology. Demalia sometimes gets so excited about a certain subject on technology that she can talk on and on about it, even going to the trouble of explaining it to someone who isn't as technologically knowledgeable as she is.
The Tuffle Race and Planet Plant: Demalia is proud of who she is, and of the majority of her face. They are all very technologically knowledgeable, allowing her to have engaging conversations with most people on the planet that are not one sided.
Sweets and Caffeine: Demalia loves anything that has a sweet taste, although prefers more natural food such as strawberries. Caffeine is something Demalia relies on from time to time, especially when pulling all nighters for a project or experiment.
Helping Others: While being very cautious of those she doesn't know, she will go out of her way to help those less fortunate then her. The main reason she develops technology in the first place is to improve the standard of living for others.
Dislikes
Hypocrisy in any form: Demalia is very straightforward about how she feels and has her own code of ethics she abides by. She stick by them, even in her darkest moments. She considers it abhorrent when someone betrays beliefs that they claim to follow. Demalia hates those who lie about what they believe in, or toss aside what they believe in for personal gain.
Misuse of Technology: There are times when it is tempting for a scientist to use questionable methods to obtain the results they want. Which is why Demalia considers it essential that a scientist have a good moral compass to live by. Those without a moral compass will end up performing horrible atrocities with their experimentations.. There are lines that Demalia will never cross. Demalia loathes anyone who crosses those lines as scientist, and anyone who uses technology that was meant to do good for malicious purposes.
Being mocked for Being a Half-Breed/Xenophobia: While this hasn't come up often in her life, it is something Demalia is very sensitive about. She will absolutely not tolerate any kind of bigotry aimed towards her heritage. It is one of the few reliable ways to quickly piss her off.
Anything Bitter, Sour, and Yellow: On a less serious note, she hates anything bitter tasting or sour. She doesn't like putting her tastebuds through that, as those tastes are just unpleasant to her. She also hates the color yellow.
Aspirations: Demalia wishes to make the universe as peaceful to live in as possible, and to raise the standard of living of everyone in it. Unlike the majority of her race, she doesn't believe in remaining uninvolved in the affairs of the rest of the Galaxy. Her unusual level of ambition most likely comes from the demonic blood running through her veins.
Homeworld: Planet Plant
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet:Planet Planet
Appearance: Demalia stands at 4'7. This unusual height for a Tuffle can be attributed to being a half demon. She has light-pink eyes and long black hair that she typically ties into two pig-tails. She holds them together with two ribbons, which also conceal the two horns growing out from her head. When she's in her lab doing research, she typically wears a white lab coat. Otherwise she just dons casual attire, although takes great care to make sure she's as presentable as possible as much as she can. She is very fond of dresses, and prefers wearing boots over any other form of footwear, since they can take more punishment then other types of shoes. Although she isn't against wearing other kind of footware. She also has a pair of glasses that she uses to help look at smaller text and objects closer. She sometimes puts them on when she doesn't need them to help her concentrate.
Backstory: Demalia has lived a very good life so far. She was born as the only child as the only child in her family. Her mother Appa being a Tuffle while her father Solon was a demon. He had decided to settle on Planet Plant, and start a family. Demalia had a happy childhood, and grew up under her two loving parents. They were fairly poor, but they had enough to sustain each other. It became clear very on that Demalia was smart, even for a Tuffle. She built her own toys from scratch with what she had, saving her parents money in the process. After much trial and Error, she managed to make fully functional robotic limbs at age 15. Her inventions only got progressively better and better as she grew up.
One day, Demalia asked her father about her demonic heritage. He told her the story of how their race lost their homeland and were forced to leave their race behind. Her father had told her before of places and races beyond Planet Plant. And was this and other tales of misfortune that befell others that decided the path that Demalia would go down. She would make the universe a place where everyone could live in peacefully, and would do all she could to help others in need. With that goal in hand, Demalia set her sights on a very ambitious goal: to make her race pay a more active role in the affairs of the Galaxy.
Techniques
Balanced Tree
Offense Tiers (0/3)
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Support Tiers (1/4)
- Shield of Aegis
[ST-1] 40% Charge Barrier: Can protect up to two people.
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Unique Tiers
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Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
5 Years Ago:
It was the end of another day on Planet Plant. The red sky was now glowing a soft orange, signaling the coming of night on the Tuffle home world. Most of them were heading home from work. They didn't want to be out on the road at night if they could help it. Cycles of their moons were fairly slow on Planet Plant, and right now they were in the earliest phase of the lunar cycle. This meant that the night sky would only be illuminated by the stars, which weren't nearly as bright as moonlight. Not that you could tell if you lived in one of the major cities. Still, for people who commuted into one of the cities to go to work, it made driving a little more risky.
This was the routine that Solon had to go through during the weekdays. He had recently got off the hover tram system and was currently driving his way home. He had one of the windows down, letting the cool evening breeze blow inside. Solon was rather short for a demon, but was a giant by Tuffle standards. He stood at 5'2, with greasy black hair that he kept neatly combed. He wore black bower hat, and a suit and tie when he went to work. The bowler hat was mostly to cover the demon horns that were under his hat. Not that he was going to hide that he wasn't a Tuffle though. He had light pink skin, so it was impossible for him to blend in completely. Demons weren't unheard of in Tuffle society at this point in time. It had been a tough struggle at first, but they had managed to integrate into the culture successfully. In the sense that they were able to live peacefully with the inhabitants of Planet Plant.
Solon let out a sigh, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him. Whenever he had time to think, often his mind would shift to one particular vocal point. And that was he felt useless next to the brilliant minds around him. Solon was by no means a stupid individual. He just didn't have the technical prowess that the Tuffles were known for. So that made his job prospects rather limited. He did manage to secure a position at a well renowned technology company that developed everything from personal computers to military hardware. He handled paperwork, presented designs to the higher ups. And sometimes he was called in to personally test some products once they had been determined safe enough for field tests. Solon was still on the fence as fo which part of his job he hated more: the nerve wracking field tests or the dull paperwork. Still, a job was a job, and it helped pay the bills.
Fortunately the traffic was surprisingly light tonight. Solon was happy about that: that meant he could go home and relax all the sooner. It was still light outside when he pulled into the driveway of his two story townhouse. He unlocked the front door and went inside, closing and locking it behind him. He hung his hat and coat on the rack they kept near the entrance, calling out to announce his presence.
"Floria, I'm home!" Solon walked into the living room, only to a vein twitch in his forehead when he saw that the door was wide open and light was spilling out of it. He knew even before the conversation start that wasn't going to have a relaxing evening. His wife was very schedule oriented, and cleaned the bathrooms early in the morning on weekends. Whenever she got out of schedule to this degree, it was because she was stressed about something. Her voice called back to him from the bathroom. Her weary voice only proved his assumptions right.
"Oh, hey. You're back home early. Did you have a productive workday?" It seemed like a normal conversation between a husband and wife at first glance. If you didn't know Floria like Solon did. Floria never talked to him with generic questions or statements. She always was very specific with people she knew well. She would directly ask him about his work, and kept up with what he was doing. Floria would ask how a presentation went or his opinion on a piece of equipment that he tested. It was just more evidence that she something was up. Solon let out a sigh, nearly dragging his feet as he walked over to the bathroom. This evening wasn't going to be very relaxing.
"My presentation on MK-500 prototype suit was undercut by the failed exhibition. Someone made an error in its software, which made it think that everyone in the room was an enemy combatant. Fortunately no one got hurt: it had no ammunition to fire and we were all protected by a shield. Still, this means I'm going to have to fill out more paperwork as a result of this incident. I'm paying for a programmers mistake, even though I have no liability in what happened. I'll manage through it though. How about you? How was your day?"
Solon peeked around the corner to find his wife on her knees, scrubbing the inside of the toilet furiously. She turned her head to look at her husband. Floria was a short sprite pf a woman who stood at 3'7 feet. She had long, straight blonde hair that she had tied with a a bun, and dark blue eyes. And she was visibly annoyed by something.
"My day was good, up until I got a call from the principal's office at Demalia's school."
Solon felt a sinking feeling down in his stomach. Unfortunately he knew what kind of thing this was likely about.
"Today's the science fair, isn't it? What could have possibles set her off? Our daughter is the most reasonable kid I've ever known."
Floria grunted, turning around and scrubbing the toilet again. Her voice rose so that she could be heard, even over that.
"She got first place, which is what started the incident. The guy who got first place last year didn't take kindly to that. This is Demalia's first day at this new school after skipping a few grades, and I guess this kid hated being upstaged by her. So he went and called her a....."
Solon growled, his face turning red with anger. There was only one phrase that could set his daughter off that badly. And it was a major derogatory term. He felt like strangling whoever had called her by that term.
"That little brat, I ought to....." Floria cut him off though, glaring back at him.
"I don't need you getting set off too. Besides, that kid has been through enough as it is. Demalia.... she's smarter then me by a considerable margins, and I have multiple science and engineering degrees. The problem is that when she gets set off, the result is a nuclear explosion of emotion. And now she's gotten a week suspension because of it."
Solon sighed, rubbing the top of his hair with his hand. Today was turning out to be quite a mess.
"A week long suspension.... Where is she right now, in her room?"
"Yes. I've grounded her and took away her tools. She's locked herself up in her room and hasn't been down since we got home. Maybe she'll talk to you though. She's too mad at me right now."
Solon nodded, turning around and heading back to the foyer. He climbed the stairs, and soon was at the top of the landing. He went down the hall and over to his daughters bedroom. He took a deep breath, raising his hand and tapping his knuckle on the door.
Demalia sighed, resting her elbow on the desk and leaning her head against her hand. She reached over and turned over her latest creation, turning it over and examining it. It was something that wasn’t quite as elaborate as her last project. That didn’t mean she didn’t put any effort into it. She had created a small figurine of a mechanized suit, and had placed it inside a black wheel. It was a model that was of significant value to her, more so than her latest science project. Her science project. Demalia could feel the anger swelling up again as her returned to the events that had transpired earlier that day.
How can someone that smart be that ignorant at the same time? It’s not my fault that he got second place. Well, it’s my fault that my project was better than his I suppose. I did nothing wrong though. Until I went and did that…. But he deserved it! He shouldn’t have called me what he did!
Demallia then heard a light knocking at her door. She turned her gaze over towards her door. She had made it perfectly clear to her mother that she wasn’t in the mood to talk to her right now. While she loved her mom very dearly, it was very hard to have a heart to heart conversation with her sometimes. She was always so stern when talking to her about these kind of things. She didn’t understand why her daughter could react so emotionally sometimes. That meant that it was obvious as to who was knocking on her door.
"My doors unlocked dad."
The door opened, and Solon walked in. After closing the door, her walked over to where she stood. She looked over to see him staring at her sternly. This surprised her, since she thought for sure that he would be angrier with what she did. Her father did have quite the temper. Solon walked over, standing next to the desk and looking down at her.
"Hey there Belaph. How are you feeling?"
Demalia rolled her eyes at the nickname her father had given her. Belaph was a notable demon inventor, so it seemed apt for Demalia to be put in the same light as him. She certainly had the level of intelligence and creativity that the demon was known for having. Demalia really didn't like being called that now of all times. Although she didn't hate that name. Why else would she use it as her username online?
"I got suspended from school Dad, how do you think I'm feeling?!"
Solon narrowed his eyes at her, causing Demalia to roll her chair away from him and rethink her current attitude. Her dad could be really scary when he was mad. At least he was keeping his ki levels down this time around. Demalia planned to keep things like that if she could help it.
"Don't take that tone with me young lady. Now tell me exactly what happened, now
Demalia nodded, deciding to just go along with things for the time being. She hated having to go other what happened again, but she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter.
"My graviton accelerator got first place. I was able to control the flow of gravity inside that small space. It's similar to the effects of artificial gravity that training chambers use. Although no one else has made something like that when they were my age. Naturally it defeated the guy who got second place. After the awards were presented, he cornered me in the hallway during a break period. I was carrying my graviton accelerator with me at the time, so there wasn't much I could do. He exclaimed "A half-breed piece of trash doesn't deserve to win!" He threw it onto the ground and stomped on it until it broke."
Demalia clenched her fist tightly, her ki aura rising quickly. Although she didn't have that much power, the fact that Solon could feel it at all was a clear indication of how mad his daughter was over what had happened. A frown spread across his face as he came to a realization.
"You told me that you accidentally dropped your textbooks on it and broke it. This happened two days ago. You planned to get back at him all this time."
Solon was really hoping that it was a spur of the moment situation. It would have been more understandable if she had just lashed out in rage right there and then. But she deliberately planned her revenge over a period of time. Even in anger, his daughter took a methodical approach to things. Demalia sighed, leaning forward in her chair and resting her elbows on the desk.
"I tried to move on from it, but the anger just wouldn't go away. It just kept simmering inside of me. So I concocted a plan to get back at him. I unlocked his locker and put in a stink bomb in it. I set it to trigger the moment he opened the locker. I made sure to leave no trace behind, but they immediately suspected me since I had a motive for doing that to him."
Demalia hung her head low, her eyes looking down at the ground. Solon just looked down at his daughter with shock, a vein throbbing on his forehead. He was mad at her for going that far. While it wasn't lethal, she had put together a chemical bomb and had carried it inside of the school. Still, he couldn't be too angry with her this time. What that kid did to her was pretty cruel, all things considered. Solon felt the anger recede away. While it was her fault for giving into her emotions, it was understandable why she did what she did. He reached down, patting her head gently.
"Demalia, you know better then to stoop to his level. What he did was horrible, but he probably received disciplinary action for it anyway." Demalia stood up, stomping away from her father and slamming down her hands against her mattress.
"He only got detention for a couple of days! How is that a just punishment for doing that to me?! I worked so hard on that Graviton Accelerator, and he breaks it! He breaks it, and insults me in the worst way possible. All because his magnetic polarizer couldn't stand up to my project! What was I supposed to do, ignore what he did?! 2 days detention wasn't a sufficient punishment! And I get suspended for my stunt! IT ISN'T FAIR!"
Demalia flopped down onto the bed, letting out a muffed sob as her body shocked constantly. She may have been a smart girl, but she was still only 14 years old. Solon walked over to her, reaching down and ruffling his daughter's hair. She had been through enough already, so he wasn't going to be too harsh on her.
"Yes, you should have done nothing. Sometimes the best option is to simply accept things. Yes, what he did to you was horrible, but he did get punished for it. So you just needed to move on from it. Remember when you asked me about your demonic heritage? About where my race came from?"
Demalia looked up from the pillow, nodding her head slowly. That was a tale that she was never going to forget. It was one of the most interesting stories her father had ever told her. And unlike fairy tails, it was actually true.
"It would have been better if the demon race had simply stayed to their own realm. The king got greedy and tried to take as much as she could. I understand that. But that was his own pride that led to his defeat, and he didn't have to do that. I was wronged though. It's completely different."
Solon shook his head, raising an eyebrow at his daughters declaration. He was surprised that she had missed the obvious. Although this wasn't anything like an equation that you could just solve. For most people, it was something that they had to experience before they could understand it.
"Is it really all that different? You felt angered over what he had done to you. Your pride was wounded. So you swung back at him even though you could have just done nothing. Had you had chosen to let it go, you wouldn't have that 10 day long suspension, now would you?"
Demalia blinked, suddenly coming to the realization that he was right on this matter. In the end it did come down to how she felt he should be punished. He had insulted her in a way that had hurt so much. And she had lashed out at him without considering the consequences of her actions. It wasn't nearly as foolhardy an action as the demon king's war on the Kais, but she could see the parallels.
"I.... never thought about it like that before. You're right: I shouldn't have let my anger get the better of me. I'm usually much more composed then this. I shouldn't have let him get to me like that."
"It's alright to feel mad at him for that. I felt made when I realized what he called you. But you've got to learn how to endure things. Sometimes it really is the best option. You're normally such a nice person too. Don't let this stop you from using your gifts for the benefit of everyone."
Solon pat her shoulder, then turned and walked towards the door. He put his hand on the doorknob, and stopped. He turned around, giving his daughter a smile.
"I'll go and fix you your favorite meal tonight. You might be grounded from building things, but you aren't grounded from everything. I'll just tell your mother that I'm in the mood to cook some soft tacos. I'll call you down when dinner is ready."
Demalia simply nodded as her father closed the door behind him. Once he was gone, a small smile graced the Tuffle hybrid's lips. Her father could be pretty cool sometimes.
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