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Name of Ally: Tanariul
Physical Appearance:
Dark rocky flesh cover her from head to toe, with broad shoulders resembling the shape of armor, similar to the physiology of Kold Demons, had the flesh of the aliens be purely just bio-armor. Her head has jutted horns sticking out from the side, and face resembles a cross between a centipede and dragon, being a mix of features as a spawn of her parents. This appearance often brings attention to her maws, which normally hides away the large fangs underneath.
Being a demon who is not only bipedal, but also humanoid in nature, she has the uncommon ability to shapeshift into a human appearance entirely, should she choose to do so. However, outside of being ordered to, she considers any semblance of human skin to be distasteful, and taking away her worth.
The hierarchy of her kind is to be respected however, with what human appearance she's told to take, extending to only her head. Blonde hair and yellow eyes that glow, are present in this form, although the bottom of her face is covered in a mask made out of her own rocky flesh, and her normally jutted horns form a partially opened crown. Whether she's in her normal demon form, or taking on the guise of a human, neither show much beyond a scowl.
Level: 70%
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Makai
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers: Rocky flesh, jutted horns.
Personality: The purpose of a demon isn’t too surprising. Whether four-legged in nature, and being either the most violent of their kin, or bipedal and humanoid, with a mixture of aggression and intelligence, they were meant to fight and extinguish life. Tanariul is no different, and would gladly show why humans so often called her creature, knowing they could never reach the kind of power that she had in her possession.
As much as she likes killing however, she is far from being as mindless as some of her brethren. Anything that wasn’t a demon might have been pitiful in her eyes, but there’s a reason why she and other demons served the Makosian Confederate, even while being given a chance to go to the mortal realm in the first place, and carrying out their own wills. They all inherently recognize beings of power, and just when exactly to draw back. The amount of rage that could come from doing so, along with what blow to pride she carries, doesn’t compare to what kind of punishments that could come from not following orders that was supposed to be rather simple to finish. She knows her place, though it would be a mistake to think she wouldn’t freely kill if she could.
Likes/Dislikes: Firm grips are to be expected, if she manages to get a hand on someone. The feeling of the blow that comes with fighting, she greatly enjoys, possibly even more so than asserting what power she has, over another. While capable of acquiring better housing conditions, during her back and forth trips through the mortal realm, she also prefers to stay out in places like caves and the forest, wishing to continue keeping separate from mortals.
It's pretty expected for a lower demon to submit to those who are higher-ranked. Some get lucky however, managing to sweet talk their way into having the better demons, consider them to be under their protection. If there's anything she hates more than having to lower her head in respect to someone better, it's the wrong demons living the life that could have easily been hers. She doesn't like having to wait, but being under a hierarchy had its restraints.
Allegiance: Makosian Confederate
Starting Planet: Earth
History: There was never any trouble with finding demons.
Their existence had been unknown to Rukia before her fledgling days, although after coming across a horde pillaging small towns, or hiding out in the darkest of caves, she wasn't quite surprised that they existed. As much as she had wished to study one she would consider to be notable, during her days of research, they were mostly weaker demons. The closest to one she would consider to be impressive, had been a hybrid who was mixed with a Saiyan.
It was a disappointment for sure, but she could easily allude to the idea that there was a reason behind it. Perhaps because whoever in charge of the creatures, saved the best for other purposes, seeing as how those her group had met, were ones that hardly gave any of them a difficult time.
That belief was similar to her coven's hierarchy, and a suspicion that was proven upon the confidence of one demon, who went on about how there were those more powerful than she was. These beings, it was just so natural wanting to end their lives. She had yet to come across one that hadn't simply been typical, and running into such a thing would continue to be amiss, as she grew away from a Fledgling, and into more of a seasoned Vampire that could be feared.
For Tanariul wasn't a demon that had started out particularly different from the others, that the Makosian Confederate had, when it came to power. An average power level of 1,000, and it was only through going to the mortal realm from Makai, then back again, that allowed her to grow in power.
All of the events requiring the demons apart of the confederate, she had never been able to particularly stand out from most. There were so many of them, and by the time she had gained one transformation that could have made her ranking better, there were hordes of others that have done the same, or the event that she had to be a participant of required too much focus. The kind where her own self-worth would hardly be important to those who should see it.
But the thing about demons, was that they were susceptible to death because of their natures. The ones she knew to have grown in power like her, would inevitably die given the time, and they wouldn't be coming back to Makai when they did. All she had to do was grow at a pace that was strong enough to defend herself if the need for it had arise, but not to the point where she could be a target by someone else who had even more power to end her.
Running into Rukia, shortly after the Matriarch had investigated the beacon of power that was Caesar, had been unintentional. She was cautious when it came to leaving the surroundings she had called home, whenever she traveled, but the two beings of power had been too tempting not to take a peek of.
The Matriarch had no interest in her however, beyond some comments about the kin she killed, and a warning to stay away from the potentially unfriendly. Scoffing, she marked off the Vampire as a confident mortal, despite their difference in power, though it wouldn't be the last they would meet.
With how both the Southern and East cities were in ruin, and abandoned, there weren't many options she had to gather food and supplies from. Her trip here to the mortal realm would last an entire month without the assistance of another demon, which she was never willing to do, as some with pride.
Coming to West City, which she had already planned to do, had gathered the Matriarch's attention. Drawing attention was hardly something of her interest, preferring to attack those who couldn't have possibly defended themselves, in areas the people of this city wouldn't care for. Even so, gaining the Vampire's attention had meant they would be properly introduced, and with the difference in their power, there was no choice but to obliged.
The girl tried to show her what she could have had, but she had only showed the Vampire disgust, with the idea of abiding by the laws they had went by. There was some leisure, as the girl had noted she was in a position of power, but being under the Matriarch's protection, she saw to be distasteful.
She would be pissed having to do so, though wouldn't oppose following the orders of the Vampire, if told to do such a thing, due to their difference in power. So long as it remained that way, or her own kin wasn't around, it was far easier than being forced to leave a city with accessible resources.
Techniques: Balanced, 15 Off 15 Def
Name of Ally: Lithi
Physical Appearance:
Her raven-hair is in pigtails, reaching down to the sides of her face, longer than the two strands that go past her shoulders. Silver streaks are tinted within the sides, bringing the slightest bit of attention to the gentle expression, she normally carries. The slightest bit of contact with the Elemi's skin, has proven to be rather sensitive to the touch, forcing the girl to often shut her eyes from the feeling the contact produces.
In a normal state of mind, it isn't unusual to see her hair form little silvery wisps that quickly die out, and relit. When exposed to water however, or made upset, the silvery wisps seem to ignite and turn black, forming little explosions that don't fail to capture the Elemi's current mood.
Although no matter what kind of mental state the girl is in, the tendency to shut her eyes and move back, is rather common, but not the fault of any who interact with her. The physiology that the Elemi is composed of, is simply what one might consider to be a bad mix of the genetic pool.
Level: 50%
Race: Elemi
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Free Space
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Orange
Identifying Markers: Silver streaks in hair.
Personality: The inherent will to fight is something present in Elemi, although something she doesn't quite show herself, unless pushed to. More content in using her abilities to treat manic episodes and blood disorders, through the use of therapy and personal contact of her hands, there's a lot of patience required around her. To be forceful would cause her to slink away and keep her distance, wishing to suppress the emotions that would boil up.
In this state of mind, her abilities can lash out, lacking control of how potent it really should be. She's aware of what's going on, both during and outside of this rage, but doesn't believe there's a way to overcome it, and is merely a hardship to put up with. A belief encouraged by Rukia, who she views as a sort of caretaker, ever since the two were introduced. It's not a personal attachment, but could easily be one, if given the time.
Likes/Dislikes: Therapy and treatment of injuries is a past time of hers, possessing the abilities necessary for it. She actually enjoys the talks and slower contact both involve, being one of the healers around with a disability of sorts, where patience with her is required for healing.
Fighting and a sense of urgency, she finds is likely to work her emotions up, putting her on edge enough to power up more than it should be necessary. It's taken the interest of those living within the mansion looking for a fight that they know the Elemi is likely to give, even if it's dangerously uncontrolled.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: The Elemi Restoration Project.
Started by an Elemi with ice properties, who visited the Capsule Corp building right off the bat, upon her arrival to earth, a contract was formed. The details consisted of the corporation providing resources, on the condition that trade would be established, upon the project's completion.
As consideration, an Elemi was offered in the case of failure, although the search for what the corporation head was looking for, was a slow process. Their kind was scattered across the galaxy since leaving what was once their home, and those involved with this agreement, should have thought it was generous this wasn't a process that was being rushed. The Vampire was already forming an army of her own as she gained power, and her interests tended to differ.
Lithi, whose real name seemed to be a broken dialect that sounded like Lithium, was originally found on a small planet, that was just surrounded in forestry. It was here that she lived a rather simple life revolved around plantation, and doing work in exchange for commodities needed for survival.
Fair and untouched by technology, which she had knowledge of, from remnants of the pod she had first came here with, things were calming. There might have been injuries here and there that she had to heal, but nothing that was a concern. Even what wild life that was around, new to stay away from their civilization. Though the possibility was present on her mind, she hadn't expected the arrival of a space pod, to actually show up and desire escorting her off the planet. The power the Supidoan had, was greater than she and everyone else who lived here. He could have easily had them do his will.
But instead, he gave her an assortment of questions, that made it rather obvious it was specifically written to gauge her own thinking. Things like a force of power taking over the planet, and whether or not she would choose to fight, before revealing the outcome of going with such a decision.
Her answer in choosing to go along with the majority, where the people here would willingly accept whatever situation they wind up in, proved to be a satisfying one that led to other questions. In the end, she had left this simple life of hers behind willingly, in the hopes of providing her skills for those who need it. Being told of the Elemi Restoration Projection had taken a bit of her interest, if only because she wasn't the only one involved.
Techniques: Defensive, 8 Off 16 Support
Name of Ally: Subject Amalga
Physical Appearance:
Bio-Androids, according to the data of past records found at Capsule Corp, were usually green or blue. Further reports found across the different cities, witnessing sights of these creatures, have also reported that they had a bug-like appearance, and stood at a rather imposing height. Neither of the two are anything Amalga contrasts, which Rukia takes as a positive sign of success. However, recalling the certain pink-haired Bio-Android she knew, who was capable of shapeshifting, it didn't come as a surprise to learn her own creation had that ability available, not long after the blood magic settled into it.
In her true form, Amalga resembles a sort of mantis, with the outershell and wings resembling a dress, with bio-armor resembling as a headpiece. The bug's human form varies depending on the situation at hand, usually consisting of a girl with raven-hair. Though whether the creature is in her real form, or under a guise, one particular notable aspect is the glowing red eyes. It's because of that has she gained the right to be called a fellow Vampire.
Level: 25%
Race: Vampire (Genes of Supidoan, Human, and Kold Demon)
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Crimson
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Being composed of three different species, and data on Bio-Androids having shown the creatures tend to either act like what they're composed of, or one species entirely, Rukia wasn't particularly surprised to see the traits surface in Amalga. The gene of the Supidoan was meant to instill alertness, Human to have rationale, and Kold Demon for politeness.
All things that she had seen from the creation, however the most notable of them all, had to be her own influence as the bug's sire. Constantly referring to her as mother, Amalga seems to possess an innate desire of concern for her, to the point where she has needed to be personally disciplined, after being stopped by her own creation one time too many. Such an attachment in her eyes, isn't healthy, knowing the crisis that will likely unfold upon her death, should such behavior go untreated and remain.
Having only known the Bio-Android for only a month, it is too early to say whether the creature can be considered a fitting heir. Had it not been for her choosing to sire the Bio-Android in the first place, she would have shown such disinterest in the creation, now that anything that wasn't a Vampire or involving showing others humility, didn't capture even a remote interest of hers.
Likes/Dislikes: Being composed of the genes of three different species, like most Bio-Androids, she shares the same tastes. Speed, and wishing to surpass her current, is nearly something always on her mind. Having interest is preserving the area she lives, is another. Reminding in showing manners, and being occasionally quite brutal in her fighting, captures the Kold Demon aspect. Most of all however, is Amalga's interest in protecting her, even if it's too invasive for her liking.
In regards to dislikes, the creation seems to find a distaste for being stopped by her sire, when it comes to the concern the Bio-Android shows, as well as the vague answers that the Matriarch and the rest of their allies gives. The Bio-Android just as well dislikes the discipline shown by Rukia herself, and the lack of concern shown by the others when they witness it.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Amalga.
Short for amalgamation, or the mix and combination of different things, was a side project by Rukia, watched over by her business partner. The interest and idea of creating a Bio-Android, had began not long after Duvainel's signature seemed to disappear. Only possessing Refined Control at the time, her interest in the project was constantly put aside while she traveled the world, and only being able to do periodic checkups on the embryo growth was.
Amalga had obtained the dna of a Human and Supidoan first, which was sufficient enough to sustain the life, and often resulted in slow deterioration, and having to start anew again. Nothing which was truly a concern, as experiments were hardly a focus at the time, and she had yet to be sure of what to fully mix the Bio-Android with. After coming across the Kold Demon, Wintera, who remained as a Prisoner of War for a short period of time, she had decided to use the alien's dna as the mix which would stabilize the awaiting creation. The growth was unexpected.
Perhaps it was because of the incubation chamber Amalga resided in for nearly an entire year, and the crude supplement of the first two's dna for the first half of its life, but it had been rather sudden, for the large embryo to grow into the shell of a body. Interestingly enough, its inner flesh had seemed reveal itself as it did change, before closing over like a Majin's body folding over its injuries. The creation had fully grown, but remained comatose in the incubation chamber, by the time Rukia had checked up on it as a Matriarch, where it was brought out and bitten. Amalga was willed by her voice to accept the change into a Vampire, not being able to fully accept the creature as something she had created, without promoting such a change to happen within it.
For another three days, it had remained comatose, only without being within the incubation chamber. The gasp of air it had taken upon awakening, and its thoughts being concerned for its sire, had been a welcome observation as it was introduced to the rest.
Techniques: Balanced, 9 Off 9 Def
Name of Ally: Android 364 or Android EMI
Physical Appearance:
Her appearance is based entirely off of the human whose likeness she resembles, and is one of many planned to be in production, on the chance that Rukia fails to save their lives. Programmed to act nearly identical, with the exception of some differences in personality, the Android also shares the laxed expressions the Matriarch's friend is known for showing. To avoid confusing the two, the machine's braided pigtails are lightly tied a bit back.
The clothing she wears, as a product of a creation, is strictly military based, giving a bit of insight to her beliefs of what Androids should be. The weapons that are kept within the different pockets, some including knives, are temporarily taken away when the Android is in a work environment.
Level: 25%
Race: Android
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs. if she had been a human from the start.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Sharing a majority of the personality belonging to the one whose likeness she took, it's expected for the Android to be rather lax about most situations, and curious enough to invade the privacy of others. The willingness to fight is also apparent, being something true to the original.
However, the difference between the copy and original, comes from a part of the programming, ensuring that survival should be a priority. Only able to exist because of money, the machine has shown to be rather cautious about how it fights, to the point where it makes out its opponent to being the odd one.
Also having been introduced to the original, it recognizes and accepts that it's a different being, who is meant to be around for her creator, long after the original is gone. Being exposed to so many difficult cultures and power, Rukia expects to see its A.I. adapt and continue making it different.
Likes/Dislikes: With the original being a high school student, and one unable to really participate in the danger the earth is threatened with, she shares the fascinations and worries of what she only knows from her programming, though is able to actually live out what the original wished she could do.
The Android has a tendency in forgetting that she isn't as limited to such restraints, as her only 'parent' would be Rukia, who lives a much active life compared to those normally her age, and encourages getting into danger. Although not programmed to have done so, she shares the interest of talking to the original, as if they were merely just twins. If not for how thrilling battles can be, she would have shared the sentiment of swapping lives.
Her own safety, and the possibility of it being threatened, is the only thing she really dislikes, imposing her own fear of being destroyed when under such stress. Close contact is more cautious compared to the original, because of this, and reading power levels doesn't help all too much.
From her own observations and readings about her creator, she can guess that it's her own programming that's the cause of her fear, knowing she's actually just a machine replicating the life of someone else. There's a certain distaste at that fact, but knows it's a similar burden to a human dying.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Project Android.
The idea had surfaced in her mind plenty of times during her travels as a fledgling, though wasn't one that was able to be put into action, until gaining a solid standing within Capsule Corp, as their CEO. What income she makes, is far higher than any job she could have normally gained as a human.
Having already settled most of her desires, by the time she had become a Matriarch, paying attention to her other dreams became possible. The project's intention was to make replicants of those she knew and personally cared for, knowing they weren't the sort to really live extensively like her.
There was the side benefit of making Androids more of a normal sight, but she truly cared more about her own surroundings, than what she could offer others. Starting the project hadn't been an easy goal. It had taken months of gathering old files regarding the data of Androids, which her business partner running their hauling company, refused to share his own research. Learning how to build the Android herself, had been an even slower process.
She had help here and there from her employees, regarding the mechanical issues and the like, but the behavior was up to her own perfection, being the one who knew or could theorize the original's beliefs the best. There was plenty of collaboration throughout the Android's construction process, with the first signs of success beginning with the machine being capable of repeating lines, but unable to truly hold a conversation without some kind of cue.
The solution hadn't been easy to find on her own either. She had discussions with minds that were like her own, along with simpletons, gathering the feedback of groups, in order to figure out just what was keeping the machine from learning on its own. For it to be something as simple as putting its sense of danger at the max, had been astounding, and prompted her into promising a fake wish to get these months of questioning added back to her life.
She had succeeded in giving the machine the emotion she was hoping it to have, and the rest of what she was looking for, naturally corrected itself, as she taught the Android the behavior she expected from it. With how often the scientists before her, fell at the hands of their creations, she had done what she could in testing this identity crisis, through having the copy meet the original. Testing had shown rather positive results according to others.
The machine seemed to hold no ill will for being a copy, and continued to display the personality expected of it. Going so far as to break its routine, as its A.I. adapted and learn to display what it felt was right. The change made it difficult to say whether or not betrayal was a possibility.
She only knew, it served to act as another chain binding her to the humanity she kept hidden.
Techniques: Defensive, 6 Off 12 Def
Name of Ally: Android 798 or Android RYU
Physical Appearance:
Possessing the likeness of possibly the only boy she found herself interested in, the Android shares nearly identical expressions with the original, who normally holds an expression she was never able to truly read. What she assumed might have been disappointment or anger, never truly had been one or the other. It's a puzzling thing to see even now, although is a personality she wouldn't have ever bothered programming, if she hadn't want it around.
Despite her insistence of having the machine wear military style clothing, it is persistent in continuing to wear the traditional clothes the original was known for, coming from a family with certain expectations of upholding old ways. The opposite of what the original would have preferred.
Level: 25%
Race: Android
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 171 lbs.
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers:
Personality: With the original having been raised in a traditional household, where the family has a long history of owning shrines and temples, its expected for the machine to display a rather direct, but still polite manner of speaking when under the public eye. Though he’s really just like any other guy their age, only with more awareness when it comes to realizing why someone might be upset at things others wouldn’t.
What sets the copy apart from the original, is that he’s more expressive with this hidden side, having the freedom to act as he wishes in the public eye, since he gets to live out the desires the original cannot. One thing he shares in common with his fellow Android, is an interest in talking with his likeness on his own whim, rather than having been programmed to do so in the first place. The idea of swapping he wouldn’t oppose of.
Likes/Dislikes: With the original being only a high school student, and future head overseeing the family shrine and temples, there's a certain freedom the Android has over his likeness. Being surrounded in the drama of school, rather than the affairs of culture, is one thing remaining true.
Meditation would be another company he enjoys and shares with the original. There's a sense of being undisturbed in doing so, with an impact more than knowing he's not restricted by the limits of the original. Fighting is a practice he's able to fulfill, and enjoys learning how to fix the flaws.
While the original was never one to be the direct type in the public eye, he differs greatly, not hesitating to share an annoyance or two. What he considers to be such involves the hustle and bustle that could come from fights, and the blows able to be suffered from getting into one. It's a sort of conflict, knowing he wishes to be stronger, yet like his fellow kin, the fear of being destroyed continues to keep him more cautious than he wishes to be.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Successes tended to differ in most cases.
The kind of difference where the person is unable to replicate, the successes of their first case. But that issue wasn't present with her. Now knowing what it took to make more of her Androids, the problem came with ensuring accuracy with the personalities she programmed, even if she had the chance to make them better than the originals. Among those she had planned in mind to create, the next best one would have had to be the only boy who had her interest.
His mannerisms was what the place needed, reminding her of what she normally didn't keep close to her. An issue that she wished to fix with every step of power she gained, as her interest in humanity, only continued to slip away, since she had become a Matriarch. The voices around her that weren't of her own kin, was so dulling these days, that the only exceptions had become her own creations. There were small, simple reminders that she wouldn't go mad.
The creation of this next Android, was perhaps the most difficult in forming a personality of. There was only so much she had knew about the original on his own, and could estimate his feelings on one matter, that wouldn't result in the Android just repeating an attitude it couldn't move on from.
The idea of visiting the original in the first place, and having him work on the behavior, had always been present on her mind. Though there was some embarrassment in wanting to do so, knowing that she was using his likeness on her own whims. He had always been unreadable to her, and thinking about back when she cared so much about the restraints of school, it did bring back old feelings that felt lost to her. Brought back some humanity.
Her decision in actually asking for the original's help, had came only after running into a dead-end, and when the subject of Android Emi surfaced. There was no reason to deny or hide what she was planning to do in the long run, though the process that came into working on it was difficult.
He didn't shy away from the idea like she had figured, though didn't necessarily approve of it either. She was only told she could do what she wished, and that whatever information she needed would be provided. There was so much more she was expecting, but supposed her own projections couldn't be helped.
He just had the sense of awareness she knew not many guys had, and so many times had his direct answers made her nervous in the past. Even after having become a Fledgling back then, she still couldn't read him well. It had never really been often that they were able to even be alone with each other.
There were plenty of reasons as to why, but what mattered with this project of hers, is that they were able to do so now. He could be much more expressive than she could ever hope to realize, and past commentary by his sister, had made more sense. Though it also put into question the kind of comfort and trust he really had for her, if most of what she had knew, was the personality expected of him to have. There was no condolences from this realization.
The past couldn't be easily changed exactly, nor really should have. They might not have ever been as close as she had used to hope, but there was always time to change, and the important thing was, he believed in her enough to know she was aware of what she was doing. That how she chose to use her strength, really did mean well in the end. Working alongside him, she realized there truly was no attachment to him, beyond what nostalgia she had.
Becoming a Matriarch was to blame for that, but not a regret. She had chosen the path into gaining power, and even if the consequences for it meant having to surround herself by her own creations, it was a decision she was willing to uphold. The likeness of his Android managed to behave to their expectations.
What differences there were, just like the last, she was more than willing to accept as the machine working to be its own person.
Techniques: Balanced 9 Off and 9 Def
Name of Ally: Saeko
Physical Appearance:
Her appearance is like most Majins, in that her tone is pink in color, she has red eyes with a black sclera, and a long tentacle on the top of her head. The thing that sets all Majins apart in looks however, are the features of the face and hair style, which like many other species, are a combination from her genetic pool. Because Majins are created rather than born, her looks are a direct mix from her parents, and stays that way, unless she wills it otherwise.
The clothing she normally wears outside of school, consist of a black tee and skirt with gold outlines. Although since coming to work at Capsule Corp, where she is one of the few paid interns that isn't human, she can also be seen wearing formal business attire expected from the environment.
Her expression is as innocent as it had been, back when she had only been a Sophomore in high school, despite all the bad things that had occurred, threatening the survival of earth, and everyone who lives on the planet. Rarely does she frown for more than just a few seconds, preferring to smile instead, whenever she isn't confused or puzzled by a task that she was given. It's caused several to comment how she's a prime example of a docile Majin.
Level: 5
Race: Majin
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: Black sclera
Personality: One of the many Majins on earth that don't seem to have strived to increase their power level, she's a rather kind soul, despite all the hardships that earth finds itself in. With a tendency to also refer to herself in third person, she considers fighting to be bad in her eyes, and something to personally avoid, much like an ordinary citizen would. However, she understands when it can be necessary, and when she has no choice but to fight.
For people with power like Rukia and her forces, she has great respect and awe for, even though their morals contrast against her own, and she's aware they do things she wouldn't agree with. But she likes to see the best side of a situation, and reasons how much help it would give someone else.
Likes/Dislikes: Being a high school student, and one who enjoys the environment a lot, school is always nearly on her mind. The kind of things people her age worry about, she cares for just like anyone else, even if the news has shown that planning for a club, should be the least of her worries.
Theater is one of the things in school that has a solid place in her heart, due to being able to dress up and act as the creations people pictured themselves. For them to be happy, is what matters to her. Despite also being capable of forming her body into different clothes, she feels it's right to properly buy the materials instead of shapeshifting, feeling that it's unfair to the people who saved up for certain things, if she didn't.
Violence, death, and all the horrible parts of the world, are the type of things she doesn't like to hear about. Knowing they exist and wanting to accept it, part of her knows doesn't have to be an option, with how different the cities can be, and previously not having exposure to these events.
Asking people to do things that she's aware she could do herself, if given the time, is also something she dislikes, not wishing to burden them. People have the right to make their own decisions in her eyes, even if it's not always agreeable, and shouldn't be forced to feel like they have to oblige to something.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Capsule Corp.
It was the first place of refuge that her parents had told her to head towards, when the northern and southern parts of earth had been attacked, fearing that her hometown of East City would be next. The CEO there, according to data they gathered asking around, was family of a girl who once borrowed quite a sum of money from them, and had said the favor could be repaid. Although worried about going somewhere so far away, she had braced herself for the journey.
Friends were left behind as she headed west on her own, a single card in hand with the address of where the Capsule Corp building was, along with an I.O.U. with a signature belonging to a Rukia Date, that detailed specifics of several thousand zeni that had been borrowed from her family for certain goods.
She didn't understand at all why someone would borrow so much, but was happy to hear that this girl's family was doing okay for themselves. It was the only thing comforting her into doing what her parents had asked in the first place, and having the brunette repay the favor that she had owed them.
If not for it being a request from her parents, and their family being owed a favor, she would have found some other way to stay safe, in the case that they were attacked. Arriving at the city a few hours after taking off, there hadn't been much issue in getting directions towards the Capsule Corp building.
It was surprising, since she had rarely went outside of East City beyond field trips, and the place had been so large. She could feel her chest beating with excitement and curiosity of a place she didn't know of, but remember hearing about in school, and just how important this place actually was to the world.
Walking up to the front desk, and showing the slip of paper containing the signature her parents had, the woman behind the desk had suddenly looked nervous. Was it something she had said? The question had both echoed in her mind and out loud, her face scrunching up in worry, as the woman apologized.
It wasn't her fault at all, though rather than explain what was going on, she was only buzzed up to see the CEO. Confused, but following along anyway, the first sight that greeted her had been a mean looking red-head, who walked into the room that she was supposed to go in. For a moment, she had wondered if that had been the woman who owed them a favor, but her hair had just been dyed red. Though after walking in, who she saw couldn't have been mistaken.
The kind of power that came from the brunette, who looked to be the same age she was, must have been part of the excitement she had been feeling. It felt nice being around this girl, in a way that she just couldn't explain, beyond this part of her heart, that longed to have the same kind of strength.
Like the woman at the front desk, she had showed the girl her slip of paper, and watched the glint of recognition she saw in those brown eyes. Paying back the debt that went over fifteen thousand zeni wasn't an issue, which she had thanked the brunette for, with the slightest of a bow. Her family had been managing fine, even before sending her here, but it was always good to have what people owed them, be given back like it should have.
She hadn't even need to ask about her seeking refuge, as she was told that could also be accommodated. Though rather than put her in a bunker, and have her transfer schools, which she didn't think would have happened, she was offered a place at the woman's mansion instead. Doing so would give her the refuge she was seeking for, and transportation would be provided to ensure the girl would continue attending her current school all the way back in East City.
It was an offer that she was willing to accept, under the condition she could somehow pay back the burden of giving her transportation, which came in the form of having her work at the Capsule Corp building as a paid intern. Excitement was an understatement of how she felt about the offer, and meeting those she would be associating with, for the indefinite future. Her life had changed just a bit, but the changes were better than she could have ever thought.
Techniques 6 Offensive, 3 Support
Name of Ally: Dr. Ishida
Physical Appearance:
His appearance isn't unlike many other scientists, guilty of surrounding themselves in work. Possessing black hair that is almost grayish, and stubble rather than a clean shave, he often wears a labcoat, and holds a scowl on his face. Some would say he's a great depiction of someone unapproachable.
On the occasion that he needs to leave the factory where his lab is, the gray collar shirt he wears underneath his lab coat, is sufficient enough to make the short trip, although there's not much reason he couldn't just wear the lab coat either. A choice that shows he cares enough about the opinion of others.
Level: 4
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 146 lbs.
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: A scientist first and foremost, he has seen enough during his years working among society, to know it can be far easier being alone, than dealing with people. Something which might be one reason he had chosen to surround himself with Androids instead, who don't talk more than necessary.
With this kind of depreciating outlook, it shouldn't be a surprise to learn that he's stubborn as well, to the point where he was unwilling to talk to Rukia when they had first met, and simply gave her instructions on how their relationship was supposed to work. Though underneath all of this anger that comes from the things he's seen over the years, there's a side willing to put up with people, so long as it can be an efficient transaction.
Likes/Dislikes: The solace that can come from peace and quiet, is perhaps the one thing he likes the most. Working in this solitude would be another thing, knowing from experience that he has gotten enough work done alone, than he ever had alongside others. Robotics and the mechanization that comes with it, he has no issues figuring out what goes where, with his prior experience, and continues to adapt to the technology presented as time moves on.
People are perhaps the one thing he dislikes being around the most, finding that there's too many differing thoughts, which could interfere in getting a situation done. He's unwilling to change just as well, from this mindset, having spent enough time on earth, to defend against any threats it could receive.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Her business partner.
That easily summed up what he meant to her, compared to everyone else she knew. And it was his fault just as well. He was a private man who ignored any attempts she made at conversation, simply handing her right off the bat, instructions that detailed what their relationship was supposed to be like.
For quite awhile, she had complied, knowing she was getting paid just to do some heavy lifting on her own. Though curiosity eventually set in about all of the Androids, and just what a house of horrors the factory she had bought out, really was. It was an interesting enough accusation to have it to speak more about his work, and share his thoughts about life. The idea that the purpose humans had, was simply something for them to go and shape for themselves.
She couldn't buy into that idea at all, and he couldn't have cared less. But it did answer just why he surrounded himself with Androids. Go on and explained how different he was from most humans she had met, who would normally fear what power she had. The man had seen enough in his years, to likely know what to do in the worst case scenarios. Or perhaps she just wanted to believe he did. It was still hard to tell if she was just making up what his life actually was, even now. Though she supposed if he wasn't willing to share beyond how she was an annoyance, that it wasn't important to hear his life story either.
To her, he was nothing more than another human who would disappear from her life.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
Name of Ally: Kiyomi Inoue
Physical Appearance:
Other than the pale skin she shares with other Vampires, there's nothing special that stands out about her. Her black hair freely reaches down a little past her shoulders, and outside of special occasions, isn't tied back. Like many other Vampires associated with Rukia, she's also a high school student.
Her uniform is sleeveless and black, with a red tie in the middle, which she is often seen wearing, rather than more casual clothes. As someone who has yet to leave her coven to start her own, she continues to uphold their attire of wearing a cloak over her normal clothes, when told to go out for a meeting.
Level: 4
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: The people who have chosen to turn into Vampires, usually winded up changing something about themselves, knowing full well its a whole other world to be into. For her, it had been discipline. Education wasn't something she saw as important, having done an above average job, without trying that hard for it. She had wanted to be one of those on the news, who had actively used ki in order to go and protect the earth from any threats.
Though after becoming a Vampire to learn doing so, and also ensure she wouldn't be someone easy to take down, it became obvious how much will it took to be what she wanted. People suffered injuries badly, fighting against each other, and the blows came at a rate that was too fast for her mind to read.
She wouldn't say becoming a Vampire had been a mistake, but rather a chance to see the life she had chosen, and the kind of work it would take to do what she dreamed of. It's because of this, has she not yet chosen to leave the coven who had recruited her in the first place, and mentors those coming through.
Likes/Dislikes: Since coming into the world of Vampires, the amount of girls her age that have chosen to do the same, has been a lot higher than she figured it would be. Although it's a welcome in her eyes nonetheless, so long as they're really confident they won't regret being one later.
She knows what it's like to have doubts about the world, or wishing for an easier life, which could be granted from turning. But seeing as how they become ageless beings, and knowing the weaker Vampires wind up being culled, she wants to do all she can with helping the potential ones either turn away, or survive. Training has been pretty common for her, where she so often takes the role of being hit, rather than dealing it herself, unless necessary.
It's not a process that can be rushed, and many times those her age, wish to just enjoy their newfound abilities. These moments are quite possibly when she really has to hurt them, showing what might happen, if they don't improve by the time they're a month old. She dislikes going with this method, but knows its a must, if they wish not to be culled by the month's end. Death is something she sees so often here in the coven, and she wishes to prevent it.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Her life wasn't that much different from other teenage girls.
The desire to become a Vampire happened one day from watching the news, or hearing rumors about them being in the area, and tracking the group down to see if it was true. Upon finding them and being turned, was where things started to differ. The ones with stronger wills, merely fought it off to be akin to stomach pains, headaches, or being a little sore. Though people like her, winded up being comatose for about several days, and woke up in a hideout.
There's a certain fear of not knowing where she was, and only slowly remembering the decision she had chosen for herself. One that became apparent, since the feeling of becoming a Vampire, was unlike that of a human. She had so many goals in her head, and wished to learn how to do it, like many other people her age, who had chosen the same path as her. But doing so, hadn't turn out to be as easy as she had figured it would have been for her.
The first week they had taught her some fighting, but the speed they had gone at, resulted in her taking a few blows, or her body being sent back. She wasn't one of the quick learners, although those who were, it was hard not to have notice them. Rukia had been one of these esteemed fledglings, and while they weren't able to interact much, she found the brunette to be inspiring, ignoring the directness that the girl spoke with. It wasn't a surprise to see the girl leave. Meeting people like the brunette, it was just pretty obvious that they were meant for better things, than to just be a number.
But she couldn't say the same for herself. The process of figuring things out for herself was slow, but not enough to be one of the Vampires that were culled, when they had turned a month old. If there was any regrets or doubts she had, they left, seeing what had happened, and wishing not to be one of the victims. Other than survival, nothing big was really expected from them, beyond attending the occasional meetings and discussing their progress.
News of Rukia always tended to reach the coven's ears, and how the girl managed to ascend, gaining refined control over her abilities, among creating her own coven. One that wasn't traditional, but she was allowed to what she had wished. And things had only gone up from there, compared to her remaining in this group, wondering when she would be strong enough to leave. The cullings were something she eventually got pretty used to, and she started wondering if she really did want to leave, seeing and hearing the kind of numbers that had seemed to increase. And this was only within their own coven.
She heard more about Rukia again, rumors surfacing about the girl being made the head of Capsule Corp, and the using the face of her mother as a puppet. The brunette had also became a Countess, granting her more power over who she wished. It made her wonder if things would change around here, since the girl had visited occasionally, though she had always missed her when it happened. Her answer was given in the form of different training methods than the usual.
Rather than the veterans striking at them, it was the fledglings who were supposed to do the best they could. Improvement was seen within their ranks, though the issue arose on the desires of those who survived, and where they wished to take them. Some of them decided to follow other Vampires who left, and were either heard from again, or not. She continued to stay and help recruit those they had lost, while trying to go and improve herself.
By the time Rukia had become a Matriarch, was when she had decided to visit the woman who would technically be their mother, where she gushed over the brunette. It was difficult not to be a fan of her work, knowing they had came from the same coven, though had yet to both achieve the same results.
Though she hardly mind, finding a role of her own to take, through guiding new recruits based on the girl's methods.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
Name of Ally: Yuki Tanabe
Physical Appearance:
Looking upon her, the most noticeable thing about her, is that she's well out of high school, her looks remaining youthful as a Vampire. There's a certain amount of attention drawn to her, perhaps because of it, even though the white ribbon tying a few locks of her hair, and her red rimmed glasses, are the only things causing her to stand out from a crowd. Knowing just how inconspicuous she is, her attire follows suit, and doesn't break from the norm.
Preferring dresses, which draws some modest attention to her cleavage, it's nothing unexpected from a woman her age. Being one of the top leaders within her coven, she's allowed to have this kind of freedom, compared to those beneath her. The one thing she does share, is wearing a cloak for meetings.
Level: 4
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124 lbs.
Hair Color: Purple
Eye Color: Purple
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Being both older and a seasoned Vampire, there's confidence in how she approaches things. What sets her apart from the kind gained after turning, has to be the way she refers to the less experienced as fresh meat, often prompting rumors of how she does more than drink the blood of others.
This attitude can be rather invasive for someone not even a Countess, but it's one she isn't unaware of. Taking comfort in the ways of offering guidance and mentoring, instead of pursuing power, it is her knowledge that keeps Vampires like her from being so easily attacked. She knows they need her, with how many often leave to start their own covens, or simply don't survive in the territorial bouts that can occur. A pity in her eyes, but not a loss.
Likes/Dislikes: As one of the leaders of her coven, her position is one she holds, because enjoys the opportunity it brings to mentor. Nothing has ever stopped from leaving all of these years, and being apart of this group, isn't something she sees having to change anytime soon either.
There's a sort of comfort being in this position, and asserting what she wishes, knowing that she can get away with it. Perhaps its the idea of knowing she's irreplaceable within this coven, that causes her to enjoy what she does so much, even when hearing news about what their old members are up to.
Whenever a member within the coven decides to leave, they're free to do so, but are vulnerable to not being protected, until they find another one. It's a game of chase going after these people, where she wishes to show them the consequences of their actions, not liking the idea of losing anyone under her, even though such a mentality impedes progress for their kind. To her, those underneath her power will always be the playthings she doesn't wish to lose.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: She wasn't like most of the Vampires she called her playthings.
So often, they seemed to be teenagers, who were given the abilities of the supernatural, on just a whim. Out of desperation, even. It was infuriating to see, but not much that could be done about it, other than thwarting off the ones who were clearly fledglings. Doing so had never been an issue for her, her family having a history in the military alongside the Majins, who for quite some time, were the main forces that earth had to defend itself.
It had always simply been putting her skills to use, and moving on with her life after things were good and done. Though the thought of knowing she could have done so much better, had always been something which was present on her mind. As time had went on, there had been plenty of opportunities given to her, about joining their kind, giving up the idea of age that humanity had. But she was a college student then, working on a degree in pharmaceuticals.
It would have been a lie however, to say she wasn't interested. The time for it just simply wasn't there as of yet, and she continued living her life normally, seeing now and again the things that she was missing out on, from traveling out late at night to what places opened for 24 hours.
It was always an intriguing sight to see a Vampire being injured, and the blood they had fed on, spilling out from their bodies. The cries of help that had came, she so often ignored, continuing to stay away from the world she didn't know. Four years into working on her degree, she had stepped into the bathroom to wash her face, feeling exhausted, and found herself looking into the mirror at those tired eyes. There had always been talk about how age was inevitable.
An idea that so often made her laugh, knowing those people had never ran into the Vampire she so often did. Never received the opportunities to become one, which she had always rejected. It made her think about just when she had figured the right time for it would have been, to jump into that sort of life.
Though even with this moment of clarity, it wasn't an immediate decision to accept it. She spent time thinking about it for a few more days, not in the spur of the moment like those much younger than her. Before she had knew it, she found herself searching at the usual spots in the time of night, and being turned. Her life from that moment truly did feel as if it had gone by in the blur. She was apart of her own coven and got the gist that most failed at.
By the time she had met Rukia, and also was one of the leaders who chased the brunette down, after the girl decided to leave, she already had a few more years of experience under her belt. The degree she studied for was completed, and used like most Vampires, who had a more personal life they kept hidden.
There was no hard feelings on anyone who chose to leave the coven, as infuriating as it could be at the time, and welled within her the power most of them chose to keep hidden. The kind of growth the brunette achieved was impressive, and she would have gifted the girl her own reward, had the Matriarch not already found ones of her own. It's an interesting development to know someone under her, had gotten so far away from her grasp, that they were in a position of power that could influence even her into changing. There was nothing but defeat there, and distance to keep, to have her sanity remain.
But even with all the troubles she saw that came with losing someone of her coven, it was always a pleasure to see them once more.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
Name of Ally: Kyoko
Physical Appearance:
Like many other Driders, she has extra set of eyes and legs, which make her stick out greatly from a crowd. Each limbs are as equally strong as the last, being naturally toned from all of the jumping done to travel across long distances. It's difficult not to have eyes drawn to her, where upon looking, one is able to tell just where her normal legs would have been, if she was a human. Her entire back appendage, is possibly even more noticeable than her legs.
Covered in the kind of colors and patterns typical of a spider, who wishes camouflage for its surroundings, its much wider than her body. Being accustomed to her people, the clothing she wears is tailor made for her, with the standard attire she wears consisting of something sleeveless, and leggings.
The gloves she wears, which reaches up and past her elbows, completes the kind of camouflage look she could hope for, and brings attention to the color of her clothing and front part of her body, instead. It certainty takes some time to dress up everyday, but it's nothing she doesn't have patience for.
Level: 4
Race: Drider
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 134 lbs.
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: Extra appendages.
Personality: The type to piece things together on her own, she silently observes her surroundings, in the hopes of forming some kind of solution that others might not have thought of. Its all to help those who have captured her interest, which being from a village of Driders, isn't too difficult.
With how her appendages require quite some leg room, and naturally drawing attention, the one thing she perhaps desires the most, is having people pay attention to the kind of person she actually is. What stares she gets, is one she's likely to mildly fume at, but nothing she takes offense to.
Getting people to pay attention to what matters, is pretty expected of her because of it, doing what it takes to get things back on track. The hard work that can be required from doing so, can be pretty exhausting, but she's not the type that is willing to easily give up either, wishing to finish the task at hand. It doesn't matter if its something she wishes to do, or something that someone else needs to finish. Its the completion that captures her interest.
Likes/Dislikes: Helping others is a big goal of hers, knowing the kind of energy she has, needs to be put to use outside of her established nest in the forest. Humans and the like tend to require such, although not everyone is willing to let her do so, not being used to seeing her kind.
If her culture weren't the type to dominate and control others in a sort of hivemind, she would be much more offended. Though it's also because of this, that she doesn't mind being persistent with her efforts in helping, even if it means taking things into her own hands, without their permission.
She dislikes not finishing something in one goal, though realizes that with things like buildings, the infrastructure requires more time time to do, than what her people are used to. In instances like these, its merely just a compromise of something like reaching a certain height to solve.
Violence isn't an issue to her either, but rather the idea of there being people not joining in and putting their effort, like those who are already on the field. If it means getting them to help out, she has no problem with attacking, with only a higher power than her own stopping her from doing so.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Coming to this planet hadn't been her own decision.
With how shaky her people's hierarchy was, it wasn't unusual at all for her to be forced to leave her planet, and onto a next one, if she wished not to be killed by the hivemind of those who had took over. Earth was possibly the best place to be, although she was certainly not the only Drider with the idea.
Exploring the planet, she had found enough of her kind around to know she wasn't a rare sight, but still an uncommon one in cities, rather than villages. It was different from their homeworld, since they seemed to rely more on the humans, and not many around were really even capable of being broodmothers.
Making the planet her nest one, hadn't been an issue as she had learned about the planet and its culture, approaching those who were willing to teach outside the village, which wasn't many. Her coming across Rukia, back when the girl had yet to become a Countess Of The Night, was something that happened by chance. The brunette was within her territory, but not really gaining power, and having adapted to the culture, the girl was hardly a bother.
Rather, she had been the one who had helped fed the girl's blood lust, taking down the local wildlife in order to calm the girl down. The difference in their power was pretty noticeable, so it wasn't as if she had much of a choice but to respect the Vampire, rather than manipulate the girl.
She had heard of the brunette's exploits since then, but hadn't had a reason to really leave her nest in the forest, until the idea of East City being attacked like the others, had came into question. Choosing to find the girl and seek resources she was worried of not being able to get, figuring the brunette owed her a favor, there has been more contact between them, than there ever had been for an entire year. Something she's quite pleased by.
As someone less inferior however, but recognizing when people need help, she often questions and offers her own assistance.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
Physical Appearance:
Dark rocky flesh cover her from head to toe, with broad shoulders resembling the shape of armor, similar to the physiology of Kold Demons, had the flesh of the aliens be purely just bio-armor. Her head has jutted horns sticking out from the side, and face resembles a cross between a centipede and dragon, being a mix of features as a spawn of her parents. This appearance often brings attention to her maws, which normally hides away the large fangs underneath.
Being a demon who is not only bipedal, but also humanoid in nature, she has the uncommon ability to shapeshift into a human appearance entirely, should she choose to do so. However, outside of being ordered to, she considers any semblance of human skin to be distasteful, and taking away her worth.
The hierarchy of her kind is to be respected however, with what human appearance she's told to take, extending to only her head. Blonde hair and yellow eyes that glow, are present in this form, although the bottom of her face is covered in a mask made out of her own rocky flesh, and her normally jutted horns form a partially opened crown. Whether she's in her normal demon form, or taking on the guise of a human, neither show much beyond a scowl.
Level: 70%
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Makai
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers: Rocky flesh, jutted horns.
Personality: The purpose of a demon isn’t too surprising. Whether four-legged in nature, and being either the most violent of their kin, or bipedal and humanoid, with a mixture of aggression and intelligence, they were meant to fight and extinguish life. Tanariul is no different, and would gladly show why humans so often called her creature, knowing they could never reach the kind of power that she had in her possession.
As much as she likes killing however, she is far from being as mindless as some of her brethren. Anything that wasn’t a demon might have been pitiful in her eyes, but there’s a reason why she and other demons served the Makosian Confederate, even while being given a chance to go to the mortal realm in the first place, and carrying out their own wills. They all inherently recognize beings of power, and just when exactly to draw back. The amount of rage that could come from doing so, along with what blow to pride she carries, doesn’t compare to what kind of punishments that could come from not following orders that was supposed to be rather simple to finish. She knows her place, though it would be a mistake to think she wouldn’t freely kill if she could.
Likes/Dislikes: Firm grips are to be expected, if she manages to get a hand on someone. The feeling of the blow that comes with fighting, she greatly enjoys, possibly even more so than asserting what power she has, over another. While capable of acquiring better housing conditions, during her back and forth trips through the mortal realm, she also prefers to stay out in places like caves and the forest, wishing to continue keeping separate from mortals.
It's pretty expected for a lower demon to submit to those who are higher-ranked. Some get lucky however, managing to sweet talk their way into having the better demons, consider them to be under their protection. If there's anything she hates more than having to lower her head in respect to someone better, it's the wrong demons living the life that could have easily been hers. She doesn't like having to wait, but being under a hierarchy had its restraints.
Allegiance: Makosian Confederate
Starting Planet: Earth
History: There was never any trouble with finding demons.
Their existence had been unknown to Rukia before her fledgling days, although after coming across a horde pillaging small towns, or hiding out in the darkest of caves, she wasn't quite surprised that they existed. As much as she had wished to study one she would consider to be notable, during her days of research, they were mostly weaker demons. The closest to one she would consider to be impressive, had been a hybrid who was mixed with a Saiyan.
It was a disappointment for sure, but she could easily allude to the idea that there was a reason behind it. Perhaps because whoever in charge of the creatures, saved the best for other purposes, seeing as how those her group had met, were ones that hardly gave any of them a difficult time.
That belief was similar to her coven's hierarchy, and a suspicion that was proven upon the confidence of one demon, who went on about how there were those more powerful than she was. These beings, it was just so natural wanting to end their lives. She had yet to come across one that hadn't simply been typical, and running into such a thing would continue to be amiss, as she grew away from a Fledgling, and into more of a seasoned Vampire that could be feared.
For Tanariul wasn't a demon that had started out particularly different from the others, that the Makosian Confederate had, when it came to power. An average power level of 1,000, and it was only through going to the mortal realm from Makai, then back again, that allowed her to grow in power.
All of the events requiring the demons apart of the confederate, she had never been able to particularly stand out from most. There were so many of them, and by the time she had gained one transformation that could have made her ranking better, there were hordes of others that have done the same, or the event that she had to be a participant of required too much focus. The kind where her own self-worth would hardly be important to those who should see it.
But the thing about demons, was that they were susceptible to death because of their natures. The ones she knew to have grown in power like her, would inevitably die given the time, and they wouldn't be coming back to Makai when they did. All she had to do was grow at a pace that was strong enough to defend herself if the need for it had arise, but not to the point where she could be a target by someone else who had even more power to end her.
Running into Rukia, shortly after the Matriarch had investigated the beacon of power that was Caesar, had been unintentional. She was cautious when it came to leaving the surroundings she had called home, whenever she traveled, but the two beings of power had been too tempting not to take a peek of.
The Matriarch had no interest in her however, beyond some comments about the kin she killed, and a warning to stay away from the potentially unfriendly. Scoffing, she marked off the Vampire as a confident mortal, despite their difference in power, though it wouldn't be the last they would meet.
With how both the Southern and East cities were in ruin, and abandoned, there weren't many options she had to gather food and supplies from. Her trip here to the mortal realm would last an entire month without the assistance of another demon, which she was never willing to do, as some with pride.
Coming to West City, which she had already planned to do, had gathered the Matriarch's attention. Drawing attention was hardly something of her interest, preferring to attack those who couldn't have possibly defended themselves, in areas the people of this city wouldn't care for. Even so, gaining the Vampire's attention had meant they would be properly introduced, and with the difference in their power, there was no choice but to obliged.
The girl tried to show her what she could have had, but she had only showed the Vampire disgust, with the idea of abiding by the laws they had went by. There was some leisure, as the girl had noted she was in a position of power, but being under the Matriarch's protection, she saw to be distasteful.
She would be pissed having to do so, though wouldn't oppose following the orders of the Vampire, if told to do such a thing, due to their difference in power. So long as it remained that way, or her own kin wasn't around, it was far easier than being forced to leave a city with accessible resources.
Techniques: Balanced, 15 Off 15 Def
- [OT-1] Severance's Call -
- [OT-2] Severance's Heed -
- [OT-3] Severance's Destruction -
- [VT-1] Severance's Resilience -
- [OT-1] Waver's Beckon -
- [OT-2] Waver's Impact -
- [OT-3] Waver's Release -
- [VT-1] Waver's Demand -
- [OT-1] Explosive Wave -
- [OT-2] Super Explosive Wave -
- [OT-3] Final Explosive Wave -
- [VT-1] Stunning Wave -
- [VT-2] Super Stunning Wave -
- [OT-1] Inner Will -
- [ULTIMATE] Calamity Quake -
- [PT-1] Ki Suppression -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [PT-2] Ki Sense -
- [PT-3] Ki Sense -
- [PT-1] Telepathy -
- [PT-2] Telepathy -
- [PT-3] Telepathy -
- [PT-1] Mind Reading -
- [PT-2] Mind Manipulation -
- [PT-1] Mind Resistance -
- [PT-1] Demonic Gateway -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-1] Barrier -
Name of Ally: Lithi
Physical Appearance:
Her raven-hair is in pigtails, reaching down to the sides of her face, longer than the two strands that go past her shoulders. Silver streaks are tinted within the sides, bringing the slightest bit of attention to the gentle expression, she normally carries. The slightest bit of contact with the Elemi's skin, has proven to be rather sensitive to the touch, forcing the girl to often shut her eyes from the feeling the contact produces.
In a normal state of mind, it isn't unusual to see her hair form little silvery wisps that quickly die out, and relit. When exposed to water however, or made upset, the silvery wisps seem to ignite and turn black, forming little explosions that don't fail to capture the Elemi's current mood.
Although no matter what kind of mental state the girl is in, the tendency to shut her eyes and move back, is rather common, but not the fault of any who interact with her. The physiology that the Elemi is composed of, is simply what one might consider to be a bad mix of the genetic pool.
Level: 50%
Race: Elemi
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Free Space
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Orange
Identifying Markers: Silver streaks in hair.
Personality: The inherent will to fight is something present in Elemi, although something she doesn't quite show herself, unless pushed to. More content in using her abilities to treat manic episodes and blood disorders, through the use of therapy and personal contact of her hands, there's a lot of patience required around her. To be forceful would cause her to slink away and keep her distance, wishing to suppress the emotions that would boil up.
In this state of mind, her abilities can lash out, lacking control of how potent it really should be. She's aware of what's going on, both during and outside of this rage, but doesn't believe there's a way to overcome it, and is merely a hardship to put up with. A belief encouraged by Rukia, who she views as a sort of caretaker, ever since the two were introduced. It's not a personal attachment, but could easily be one, if given the time.
Likes/Dislikes: Therapy and treatment of injuries is a past time of hers, possessing the abilities necessary for it. She actually enjoys the talks and slower contact both involve, being one of the healers around with a disability of sorts, where patience with her is required for healing.
Fighting and a sense of urgency, she finds is likely to work her emotions up, putting her on edge enough to power up more than it should be necessary. It's taken the interest of those living within the mansion looking for a fight that they know the Elemi is likely to give, even if it's dangerously uncontrolled.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: The Elemi Restoration Project.
Started by an Elemi with ice properties, who visited the Capsule Corp building right off the bat, upon her arrival to earth, a contract was formed. The details consisted of the corporation providing resources, on the condition that trade would be established, upon the project's completion.
As consideration, an Elemi was offered in the case of failure, although the search for what the corporation head was looking for, was a slow process. Their kind was scattered across the galaxy since leaving what was once their home, and those involved with this agreement, should have thought it was generous this wasn't a process that was being rushed. The Vampire was already forming an army of her own as she gained power, and her interests tended to differ.
Lithi, whose real name seemed to be a broken dialect that sounded like Lithium, was originally found on a small planet, that was just surrounded in forestry. It was here that she lived a rather simple life revolved around plantation, and doing work in exchange for commodities needed for survival.
Fair and untouched by technology, which she had knowledge of, from remnants of the pod she had first came here with, things were calming. There might have been injuries here and there that she had to heal, but nothing that was a concern. Even what wild life that was around, new to stay away from their civilization. Though the possibility was present on her mind, she hadn't expected the arrival of a space pod, to actually show up and desire escorting her off the planet. The power the Supidoan had, was greater than she and everyone else who lived here. He could have easily had them do his will.
But instead, he gave her an assortment of questions, that made it rather obvious it was specifically written to gauge her own thinking. Things like a force of power taking over the planet, and whether or not she would choose to fight, before revealing the outcome of going with such a decision.
Her answer in choosing to go along with the majority, where the people here would willingly accept whatever situation they wind up in, proved to be a satisfying one that led to other questions. In the end, she had left this simple life of hers behind willingly, in the hopes of providing her skills for those who need it. Being told of the Elemi Restoration Projection had taken a bit of her interest, if only because she wasn't the only one involved.
Techniques: Defensive, 8 Off 16 Support
- [OT-1] Burn Easy -
- [OT-2] Burn Harder -
- [OT-2] Burn Into Nothing -
- [VT-1] Feel The Burn -
- [VT-2] Feel The Burn -
- [OT-1] Just Stop -
- [OT-1] Leave -
- [OT-1] Quit It -
- [PT-1] Ki Suppression -
- [PT-2] Ki Suppression -
- [PT-3] Ki Suppression -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [PT-2] Ki Sense -
- [PT-3] Ki Sense -
- [PT-1] Flight -
- [ST-1] Solar Flare -
- [ST-2] Solar Flare -
- [ST-3] Solar Flare -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-1] Healing -
- [ST-2] Healing -
- [ST-3] Healing -
Name of Ally: Subject Amalga
Physical Appearance:
Bio-Androids, according to the data of past records found at Capsule Corp, were usually green or blue. Further reports found across the different cities, witnessing sights of these creatures, have also reported that they had a bug-like appearance, and stood at a rather imposing height. Neither of the two are anything Amalga contrasts, which Rukia takes as a positive sign of success. However, recalling the certain pink-haired Bio-Android she knew, who was capable of shapeshifting, it didn't come as a surprise to learn her own creation had that ability available, not long after the blood magic settled into it.
In her true form, Amalga resembles a sort of mantis, with the outershell and wings resembling a dress, with bio-armor resembling as a headpiece. The bug's human form varies depending on the situation at hand, usually consisting of a girl with raven-hair. Though whether the creature is in her real form, or under a guise, one particular notable aspect is the glowing red eyes. It's because of that has she gained the right to be called a fellow Vampire.
Level: 25%
Race: Vampire (Genes of Supidoan, Human, and Kold Demon)
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 167 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Crimson
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Being composed of three different species, and data on Bio-Androids having shown the creatures tend to either act like what they're composed of, or one species entirely, Rukia wasn't particularly surprised to see the traits surface in Amalga. The gene of the Supidoan was meant to instill alertness, Human to have rationale, and Kold Demon for politeness.
All things that she had seen from the creation, however the most notable of them all, had to be her own influence as the bug's sire. Constantly referring to her as mother, Amalga seems to possess an innate desire of concern for her, to the point where she has needed to be personally disciplined, after being stopped by her own creation one time too many. Such an attachment in her eyes, isn't healthy, knowing the crisis that will likely unfold upon her death, should such behavior go untreated and remain.
Having only known the Bio-Android for only a month, it is too early to say whether the creature can be considered a fitting heir. Had it not been for her choosing to sire the Bio-Android in the first place, she would have shown such disinterest in the creation, now that anything that wasn't a Vampire or involving showing others humility, didn't capture even a remote interest of hers.
Likes/Dislikes: Being composed of the genes of three different species, like most Bio-Androids, she shares the same tastes. Speed, and wishing to surpass her current, is nearly something always on her mind. Having interest is preserving the area she lives, is another. Reminding in showing manners, and being occasionally quite brutal in her fighting, captures the Kold Demon aspect. Most of all however, is Amalga's interest in protecting her, even if it's too invasive for her liking.
In regards to dislikes, the creation seems to find a distaste for being stopped by her sire, when it comes to the concern the Bio-Android shows, as well as the vague answers that the Matriarch and the rest of their allies gives. The Bio-Android just as well dislikes the discipline shown by Rukia herself, and the lack of concern shown by the others when they witness it.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Amalga.
Short for amalgamation, or the mix and combination of different things, was a side project by Rukia, watched over by her business partner. The interest and idea of creating a Bio-Android, had began not long after Duvainel's signature seemed to disappear. Only possessing Refined Control at the time, her interest in the project was constantly put aside while she traveled the world, and only being able to do periodic checkups on the embryo growth was.
Amalga had obtained the dna of a Human and Supidoan first, which was sufficient enough to sustain the life, and often resulted in slow deterioration, and having to start anew again. Nothing which was truly a concern, as experiments were hardly a focus at the time, and she had yet to be sure of what to fully mix the Bio-Android with. After coming across the Kold Demon, Wintera, who remained as a Prisoner of War for a short period of time, she had decided to use the alien's dna as the mix which would stabilize the awaiting creation. The growth was unexpected.
Perhaps it was because of the incubation chamber Amalga resided in for nearly an entire year, and the crude supplement of the first two's dna for the first half of its life, but it had been rather sudden, for the large embryo to grow into the shell of a body. Interestingly enough, its inner flesh had seemed reveal itself as it did change, before closing over like a Majin's body folding over its injuries. The creation had fully grown, but remained comatose in the incubation chamber, by the time Rukia had checked up on it as a Matriarch, where it was brought out and bitten. Amalga was willed by her voice to accept the change into a Vampire, not being able to fully accept the creature as something she had created, without promoting such a change to happen within it.
For another three days, it had remained comatose, only without being within the incubation chamber. The gasp of air it had taken upon awakening, and its thoughts being concerned for its sire, had been a welcome observation as it was introduced to the rest.
Techniques: Balanced, 9 Off 9 Def
- [OT-1] Speed Demon -
- [OT-2] Speed Demon -
- [OT-3] Speed Demon -
- [VT-1] Obvious Rage -
- [VT-2] Obvious Rage -
- [OT-1] Break Through -
- [VT-1] Break Through -
- [OT-1] Keep Quiet -
- [VT-1] Keep Quiet -
- [ST-1] Healing -
- [ST-2] Healing -
- [ST-1] Barrier -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [PT-2] Ki Sense -
- [PT-3] Ki Sense -
Name of Ally: Android 364 or Android EMI
Physical Appearance:
Her appearance is based entirely off of the human whose likeness she resembles, and is one of many planned to be in production, on the chance that Rukia fails to save their lives. Programmed to act nearly identical, with the exception of some differences in personality, the Android also shares the laxed expressions the Matriarch's friend is known for showing. To avoid confusing the two, the machine's braided pigtails are lightly tied a bit back.
The clothing she wears, as a product of a creation, is strictly military based, giving a bit of insight to her beliefs of what Androids should be. The weapons that are kept within the different pockets, some including knives, are temporarily taken away when the Android is in a work environment.
Level: 25%
Race: Android
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs. if she had been a human from the start.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Sharing a majority of the personality belonging to the one whose likeness she took, it's expected for the Android to be rather lax about most situations, and curious enough to invade the privacy of others. The willingness to fight is also apparent, being something true to the original.
However, the difference between the copy and original, comes from a part of the programming, ensuring that survival should be a priority. Only able to exist because of money, the machine has shown to be rather cautious about how it fights, to the point where it makes out its opponent to being the odd one.
Also having been introduced to the original, it recognizes and accepts that it's a different being, who is meant to be around for her creator, long after the original is gone. Being exposed to so many difficult cultures and power, Rukia expects to see its A.I. adapt and continue making it different.
Likes/Dislikes: With the original being a high school student, and one unable to really participate in the danger the earth is threatened with, she shares the fascinations and worries of what she only knows from her programming, though is able to actually live out what the original wished she could do.
The Android has a tendency in forgetting that she isn't as limited to such restraints, as her only 'parent' would be Rukia, who lives a much active life compared to those normally her age, and encourages getting into danger. Although not programmed to have done so, she shares the interest of talking to the original, as if they were merely just twins. If not for how thrilling battles can be, she would have shared the sentiment of swapping lives.
Her own safety, and the possibility of it being threatened, is the only thing she really dislikes, imposing her own fear of being destroyed when under such stress. Close contact is more cautious compared to the original, because of this, and reading power levels doesn't help all too much.
From her own observations and readings about her creator, she can guess that it's her own programming that's the cause of her fear, knowing she's actually just a machine replicating the life of someone else. There's a certain distaste at that fact, but knows it's a similar burden to a human dying.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Project Android.
The idea had surfaced in her mind plenty of times during her travels as a fledgling, though wasn't one that was able to be put into action, until gaining a solid standing within Capsule Corp, as their CEO. What income she makes, is far higher than any job she could have normally gained as a human.
Having already settled most of her desires, by the time she had become a Matriarch, paying attention to her other dreams became possible. The project's intention was to make replicants of those she knew and personally cared for, knowing they weren't the sort to really live extensively like her.
There was the side benefit of making Androids more of a normal sight, but she truly cared more about her own surroundings, than what she could offer others. Starting the project hadn't been an easy goal. It had taken months of gathering old files regarding the data of Androids, which her business partner running their hauling company, refused to share his own research. Learning how to build the Android herself, had been an even slower process.
She had help here and there from her employees, regarding the mechanical issues and the like, but the behavior was up to her own perfection, being the one who knew or could theorize the original's beliefs the best. There was plenty of collaboration throughout the Android's construction process, with the first signs of success beginning with the machine being capable of repeating lines, but unable to truly hold a conversation without some kind of cue.
The solution hadn't been easy to find on her own either. She had discussions with minds that were like her own, along with simpletons, gathering the feedback of groups, in order to figure out just what was keeping the machine from learning on its own. For it to be something as simple as putting its sense of danger at the max, had been astounding, and prompted her into promising a fake wish to get these months of questioning added back to her life.
She had succeeded in giving the machine the emotion she was hoping it to have, and the rest of what she was looking for, naturally corrected itself, as she taught the Android the behavior she expected from it. With how often the scientists before her, fell at the hands of their creations, she had done what she could in testing this identity crisis, through having the copy meet the original. Testing had shown rather positive results according to others.
The machine seemed to hold no ill will for being a copy, and continued to display the personality expected of it. Going so far as to break its routine, as its A.I. adapted and learn to display what it felt was right. The change made it difficult to say whether or not betrayal was a possibility.
She only knew, it served to act as another chain binding her to the humanity she kept hidden.
Techniques: Defensive, 6 Off 12 Def
- [OT-1] Over Here -
- [VT-1] Catch This -
- [OT-1] That's Great -
- [VT-1] Keep Going -
- [OT-1] You Tired? -
- [VT-1] This Is It -
- [PT=1] Ki Sense -
- [PT-2] Ki Sense -
- [PT-1] Bulking -
- [PT-1] Speed Bulking -
- [ST-1] Barrier -
- [ST-2] Barrier -
- [ST-3] Barrier -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-1] Redirect -
- [ST-2] Redirect -
Name of Ally: Android 798 or Android RYU
Physical Appearance:
Possessing the likeness of possibly the only boy she found herself interested in, the Android shares nearly identical expressions with the original, who normally holds an expression she was never able to truly read. What she assumed might have been disappointment or anger, never truly had been one or the other. It's a puzzling thing to see even now, although is a personality she wouldn't have ever bothered programming, if she hadn't want it around.
Despite her insistence of having the machine wear military style clothing, it is persistent in continuing to wear the traditional clothes the original was known for, coming from a family with certain expectations of upholding old ways. The opposite of what the original would have preferred.
Level: 25%
Race: Android
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 171 lbs.
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Yellow
Identifying Markers:
Personality: With the original having been raised in a traditional household, where the family has a long history of owning shrines and temples, its expected for the machine to display a rather direct, but still polite manner of speaking when under the public eye. Though he’s really just like any other guy their age, only with more awareness when it comes to realizing why someone might be upset at things others wouldn’t.
What sets the copy apart from the original, is that he’s more expressive with this hidden side, having the freedom to act as he wishes in the public eye, since he gets to live out the desires the original cannot. One thing he shares in common with his fellow Android, is an interest in talking with his likeness on his own whim, rather than having been programmed to do so in the first place. The idea of swapping he wouldn’t oppose of.
Likes/Dislikes: With the original being only a high school student, and future head overseeing the family shrine and temples, there's a certain freedom the Android has over his likeness. Being surrounded in the drama of school, rather than the affairs of culture, is one thing remaining true.
Meditation would be another company he enjoys and shares with the original. There's a sense of being undisturbed in doing so, with an impact more than knowing he's not restricted by the limits of the original. Fighting is a practice he's able to fulfill, and enjoys learning how to fix the flaws.
While the original was never one to be the direct type in the public eye, he differs greatly, not hesitating to share an annoyance or two. What he considers to be such involves the hustle and bustle that could come from fights, and the blows able to be suffered from getting into one. It's a sort of conflict, knowing he wishes to be stronger, yet like his fellow kin, the fear of being destroyed continues to keep him more cautious than he wishes to be.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Successes tended to differ in most cases.
The kind of difference where the person is unable to replicate, the successes of their first case. But that issue wasn't present with her. Now knowing what it took to make more of her Androids, the problem came with ensuring accuracy with the personalities she programmed, even if she had the chance to make them better than the originals. Among those she had planned in mind to create, the next best one would have had to be the only boy who had her interest.
His mannerisms was what the place needed, reminding her of what she normally didn't keep close to her. An issue that she wished to fix with every step of power she gained, as her interest in humanity, only continued to slip away, since she had become a Matriarch. The voices around her that weren't of her own kin, was so dulling these days, that the only exceptions had become her own creations. There were small, simple reminders that she wouldn't go mad.
The creation of this next Android, was perhaps the most difficult in forming a personality of. There was only so much she had knew about the original on his own, and could estimate his feelings on one matter, that wouldn't result in the Android just repeating an attitude it couldn't move on from.
The idea of visiting the original in the first place, and having him work on the behavior, had always been present on her mind. Though there was some embarrassment in wanting to do so, knowing that she was using his likeness on her own whims. He had always been unreadable to her, and thinking about back when she cared so much about the restraints of school, it did bring back old feelings that felt lost to her. Brought back some humanity.
Her decision in actually asking for the original's help, had came only after running into a dead-end, and when the subject of Android Emi surfaced. There was no reason to deny or hide what she was planning to do in the long run, though the process that came into working on it was difficult.
He didn't shy away from the idea like she had figured, though didn't necessarily approve of it either. She was only told she could do what she wished, and that whatever information she needed would be provided. There was so much more she was expecting, but supposed her own projections couldn't be helped.
He just had the sense of awareness she knew not many guys had, and so many times had his direct answers made her nervous in the past. Even after having become a Fledgling back then, she still couldn't read him well. It had never really been often that they were able to even be alone with each other.
There were plenty of reasons as to why, but what mattered with this project of hers, is that they were able to do so now. He could be much more expressive than she could ever hope to realize, and past commentary by his sister, had made more sense. Though it also put into question the kind of comfort and trust he really had for her, if most of what she had knew, was the personality expected of him to have. There was no condolences from this realization.
The past couldn't be easily changed exactly, nor really should have. They might not have ever been as close as she had used to hope, but there was always time to change, and the important thing was, he believed in her enough to know she was aware of what she was doing. That how she chose to use her strength, really did mean well in the end. Working alongside him, she realized there truly was no attachment to him, beyond what nostalgia she had.
Becoming a Matriarch was to blame for that, but not a regret. She had chosen the path into gaining power, and even if the consequences for it meant having to surround herself by her own creations, it was a decision she was willing to uphold. The likeness of his Android managed to behave to their expectations.
What differences there were, just like the last, she was more than willing to accept as the machine working to be its own person.
Techniques: Balanced 9 Off and 9 Def
- [OT-1] Another's Pain -
- [OT-2] Call For Justice -
- [OT-3] Humanity's Might -
- [VT-1] Relentless Chase -
- [VT-2] Final Volley -
- [OT-1] Rapid Fire -
- [VT-1] Burning Rage -
- [OT-1] Total Lockdown -
- [VT-1] Final Cry -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [PT-2] Ki Sense -
- [PT-1] Ki Suppression -
- [PT-1] Bulking -
- [PT-1] Flight -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-1] Barrier -
Name of Ally: Saeko
Physical Appearance:
Her appearance is like most Majins, in that her tone is pink in color, she has red eyes with a black sclera, and a long tentacle on the top of her head. The thing that sets all Majins apart in looks however, are the features of the face and hair style, which like many other species, are a combination from her genetic pool. Because Majins are created rather than born, her looks are a direct mix from her parents, and stays that way, unless she wills it otherwise.
The clothing she normally wears outside of school, consist of a black tee and skirt with gold outlines. Although since coming to work at Capsule Corp, where she is one of the few paid interns that isn't human, she can also be seen wearing formal business attire expected from the environment.
Her expression is as innocent as it had been, back when she had only been a Sophomore in high school, despite all the bad things that had occurred, threatening the survival of earth, and everyone who lives on the planet. Rarely does she frown for more than just a few seconds, preferring to smile instead, whenever she isn't confused or puzzled by a task that she was given. It's caused several to comment how she's a prime example of a docile Majin.
Level: 5
Race: Majin
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: Black sclera
Personality: One of the many Majins on earth that don't seem to have strived to increase their power level, she's a rather kind soul, despite all the hardships that earth finds itself in. With a tendency to also refer to herself in third person, she considers fighting to be bad in her eyes, and something to personally avoid, much like an ordinary citizen would. However, she understands when it can be necessary, and when she has no choice but to fight.
For people with power like Rukia and her forces, she has great respect and awe for, even though their morals contrast against her own, and she's aware they do things she wouldn't agree with. But she likes to see the best side of a situation, and reasons how much help it would give someone else.
Likes/Dislikes: Being a high school student, and one who enjoys the environment a lot, school is always nearly on her mind. The kind of things people her age worry about, she cares for just like anyone else, even if the news has shown that planning for a club, should be the least of her worries.
Theater is one of the things in school that has a solid place in her heart, due to being able to dress up and act as the creations people pictured themselves. For them to be happy, is what matters to her. Despite also being capable of forming her body into different clothes, she feels it's right to properly buy the materials instead of shapeshifting, feeling that it's unfair to the people who saved up for certain things, if she didn't.
Violence, death, and all the horrible parts of the world, are the type of things she doesn't like to hear about. Knowing they exist and wanting to accept it, part of her knows doesn't have to be an option, with how different the cities can be, and previously not having exposure to these events.
Asking people to do things that she's aware she could do herself, if given the time, is also something she dislikes, not wishing to burden them. People have the right to make their own decisions in her eyes, even if it's not always agreeable, and shouldn't be forced to feel like they have to oblige to something.
Allegiance: Rukia
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Capsule Corp.
It was the first place of refuge that her parents had told her to head towards, when the northern and southern parts of earth had been attacked, fearing that her hometown of East City would be next. The CEO there, according to data they gathered asking around, was family of a girl who once borrowed quite a sum of money from them, and had said the favor could be repaid. Although worried about going somewhere so far away, she had braced herself for the journey.
Friends were left behind as she headed west on her own, a single card in hand with the address of where the Capsule Corp building was, along with an I.O.U. with a signature belonging to a Rukia Date, that detailed specifics of several thousand zeni that had been borrowed from her family for certain goods.
She didn't understand at all why someone would borrow so much, but was happy to hear that this girl's family was doing okay for themselves. It was the only thing comforting her into doing what her parents had asked in the first place, and having the brunette repay the favor that she had owed them.
If not for it being a request from her parents, and their family being owed a favor, she would have found some other way to stay safe, in the case that they were attacked. Arriving at the city a few hours after taking off, there hadn't been much issue in getting directions towards the Capsule Corp building.
It was surprising, since she had rarely went outside of East City beyond field trips, and the place had been so large. She could feel her chest beating with excitement and curiosity of a place she didn't know of, but remember hearing about in school, and just how important this place actually was to the world.
Walking up to the front desk, and showing the slip of paper containing the signature her parents had, the woman behind the desk had suddenly looked nervous. Was it something she had said? The question had both echoed in her mind and out loud, her face scrunching up in worry, as the woman apologized.
It wasn't her fault at all, though rather than explain what was going on, she was only buzzed up to see the CEO. Confused, but following along anyway, the first sight that greeted her had been a mean looking red-head, who walked into the room that she was supposed to go in. For a moment, she had wondered if that had been the woman who owed them a favor, but her hair had just been dyed red. Though after walking in, who she saw couldn't have been mistaken.
The kind of power that came from the brunette, who looked to be the same age she was, must have been part of the excitement she had been feeling. It felt nice being around this girl, in a way that she just couldn't explain, beyond this part of her heart, that longed to have the same kind of strength.
Like the woman at the front desk, she had showed the girl her slip of paper, and watched the glint of recognition she saw in those brown eyes. Paying back the debt that went over fifteen thousand zeni wasn't an issue, which she had thanked the brunette for, with the slightest of a bow. Her family had been managing fine, even before sending her here, but it was always good to have what people owed them, be given back like it should have.
She hadn't even need to ask about her seeking refuge, as she was told that could also be accommodated. Though rather than put her in a bunker, and have her transfer schools, which she didn't think would have happened, she was offered a place at the woman's mansion instead. Doing so would give her the refuge she was seeking for, and transportation would be provided to ensure the girl would continue attending her current school all the way back in East City.
It was an offer that she was willing to accept, under the condition she could somehow pay back the burden of giving her transportation, which came in the form of having her work at the Capsule Corp building as a paid intern. Excitement was an understatement of how she felt about the offer, and meeting those she would be associating with, for the indefinite future. Her life had changed just a bit, but the changes were better than she could have ever thought.
Techniques 6 Offensive, 3 Support
- [OT-1] Surprise -
- [OT-1] Pull Here -
- [OT-1] Too Late -
- [OT-1] Uwa -
- [OT-1] Hyah -
- [OT-1] Hah-
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
Name of Ally: Dr. Ishida
Physical Appearance:
His appearance isn't unlike many other scientists, guilty of surrounding themselves in work. Possessing black hair that is almost grayish, and stubble rather than a clean shave, he often wears a labcoat, and holds a scowl on his face. Some would say he's a great depiction of someone unapproachable.
On the occasion that he needs to leave the factory where his lab is, the gray collar shirt he wears underneath his lab coat, is sufficient enough to make the short trip, although there's not much reason he couldn't just wear the lab coat either. A choice that shows he cares enough about the opinion of others.
Level: 4
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 146 lbs.
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: A scientist first and foremost, he has seen enough during his years working among society, to know it can be far easier being alone, than dealing with people. Something which might be one reason he had chosen to surround himself with Androids instead, who don't talk more than necessary.
With this kind of depreciating outlook, it shouldn't be a surprise to learn that he's stubborn as well, to the point where he was unwilling to talk to Rukia when they had first met, and simply gave her instructions on how their relationship was supposed to work. Though underneath all of this anger that comes from the things he's seen over the years, there's a side willing to put up with people, so long as it can be an efficient transaction.
Likes/Dislikes: The solace that can come from peace and quiet, is perhaps the one thing he likes the most. Working in this solitude would be another thing, knowing from experience that he has gotten enough work done alone, than he ever had alongside others. Robotics and the mechanization that comes with it, he has no issues figuring out what goes where, with his prior experience, and continues to adapt to the technology presented as time moves on.
People are perhaps the one thing he dislikes being around the most, finding that there's too many differing thoughts, which could interfere in getting a situation done. He's unwilling to change just as well, from this mindset, having spent enough time on earth, to defend against any threats it could receive.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Her business partner.
That easily summed up what he meant to her, compared to everyone else she knew. And it was his fault just as well. He was a private man who ignored any attempts she made at conversation, simply handing her right off the bat, instructions that detailed what their relationship was supposed to be like.
For quite awhile, she had complied, knowing she was getting paid just to do some heavy lifting on her own. Though curiosity eventually set in about all of the Androids, and just what a house of horrors the factory she had bought out, really was. It was an interesting enough accusation to have it to speak more about his work, and share his thoughts about life. The idea that the purpose humans had, was simply something for them to go and shape for themselves.
She couldn't buy into that idea at all, and he couldn't have cared less. But it did answer just why he surrounded himself with Androids. Go on and explained how different he was from most humans she had met, who would normally fear what power she had. The man had seen enough in his years, to likely know what to do in the worst case scenarios. Or perhaps she just wanted to believe he did. It was still hard to tell if she was just making up what his life actually was, even now. Though she supposed if he wasn't willing to share beyond how she was an annoyance, that it wasn't important to hear his life story either.
To her, he was nothing more than another human who would disappear from her life.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
- [OT-1] Fire -
- [OT-2] Shoot -
- [OT-3] Bang -
- [VT-1] Go Home -
- [VT-2] You Were Warned -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-3] Rapid Movement -
Name of Ally: Kiyomi Inoue
Physical Appearance:
Other than the pale skin she shares with other Vampires, there's nothing special that stands out about her. Her black hair freely reaches down a little past her shoulders, and outside of special occasions, isn't tied back. Like many other Vampires associated with Rukia, she's also a high school student.
Her uniform is sleeveless and black, with a red tie in the middle, which she is often seen wearing, rather than more casual clothes. As someone who has yet to leave her coven to start her own, she continues to uphold their attire of wearing a cloak over her normal clothes, when told to go out for a meeting.
Level: 4
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 126 lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: The people who have chosen to turn into Vampires, usually winded up changing something about themselves, knowing full well its a whole other world to be into. For her, it had been discipline. Education wasn't something she saw as important, having done an above average job, without trying that hard for it. She had wanted to be one of those on the news, who had actively used ki in order to go and protect the earth from any threats.
Though after becoming a Vampire to learn doing so, and also ensure she wouldn't be someone easy to take down, it became obvious how much will it took to be what she wanted. People suffered injuries badly, fighting against each other, and the blows came at a rate that was too fast for her mind to read.
She wouldn't say becoming a Vampire had been a mistake, but rather a chance to see the life she had chosen, and the kind of work it would take to do what she dreamed of. It's because of this, has she not yet chosen to leave the coven who had recruited her in the first place, and mentors those coming through.
Likes/Dislikes: Since coming into the world of Vampires, the amount of girls her age that have chosen to do the same, has been a lot higher than she figured it would be. Although it's a welcome in her eyes nonetheless, so long as they're really confident they won't regret being one later.
She knows what it's like to have doubts about the world, or wishing for an easier life, which could be granted from turning. But seeing as how they become ageless beings, and knowing the weaker Vampires wind up being culled, she wants to do all she can with helping the potential ones either turn away, or survive. Training has been pretty common for her, where she so often takes the role of being hit, rather than dealing it herself, unless necessary.
It's not a process that can be rushed, and many times those her age, wish to just enjoy their newfound abilities. These moments are quite possibly when she really has to hurt them, showing what might happen, if they don't improve by the time they're a month old. She dislikes going with this method, but knows its a must, if they wish not to be culled by the month's end. Death is something she sees so often here in the coven, and she wishes to prevent it.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Her life wasn't that much different from other teenage girls.
The desire to become a Vampire happened one day from watching the news, or hearing rumors about them being in the area, and tracking the group down to see if it was true. Upon finding them and being turned, was where things started to differ. The ones with stronger wills, merely fought it off to be akin to stomach pains, headaches, or being a little sore. Though people like her, winded up being comatose for about several days, and woke up in a hideout.
There's a certain fear of not knowing where she was, and only slowly remembering the decision she had chosen for herself. One that became apparent, since the feeling of becoming a Vampire, was unlike that of a human. She had so many goals in her head, and wished to learn how to do it, like many other people her age, who had chosen the same path as her. But doing so, hadn't turn out to be as easy as she had figured it would have been for her.
The first week they had taught her some fighting, but the speed they had gone at, resulted in her taking a few blows, or her body being sent back. She wasn't one of the quick learners, although those who were, it was hard not to have notice them. Rukia had been one of these esteemed fledglings, and while they weren't able to interact much, she found the brunette to be inspiring, ignoring the directness that the girl spoke with. It wasn't a surprise to see the girl leave. Meeting people like the brunette, it was just pretty obvious that they were meant for better things, than to just be a number.
But she couldn't say the same for herself. The process of figuring things out for herself was slow, but not enough to be one of the Vampires that were culled, when they had turned a month old. If there was any regrets or doubts she had, they left, seeing what had happened, and wishing not to be one of the victims. Other than survival, nothing big was really expected from them, beyond attending the occasional meetings and discussing their progress.
News of Rukia always tended to reach the coven's ears, and how the girl managed to ascend, gaining refined control over her abilities, among creating her own coven. One that wasn't traditional, but she was allowed to what she had wished. And things had only gone up from there, compared to her remaining in this group, wondering when she would be strong enough to leave. The cullings were something she eventually got pretty used to, and she started wondering if she really did want to leave, seeing and hearing the kind of numbers that had seemed to increase. And this was only within their own coven.
She heard more about Rukia again, rumors surfacing about the girl being made the head of Capsule Corp, and the using the face of her mother as a puppet. The brunette had also became a Countess, granting her more power over who she wished. It made her wonder if things would change around here, since the girl had visited occasionally, though she had always missed her when it happened. Her answer was given in the form of different training methods than the usual.
Rather than the veterans striking at them, it was the fledglings who were supposed to do the best they could. Improvement was seen within their ranks, though the issue arose on the desires of those who survived, and where they wished to take them. Some of them decided to follow other Vampires who left, and were either heard from again, or not. She continued to stay and help recruit those they had lost, while trying to go and improve herself.
By the time Rukia had become a Matriarch, was when she had decided to visit the woman who would technically be their mother, where she gushed over the brunette. It was difficult not to be a fan of her work, knowing they had came from the same coven, though had yet to both achieve the same results.
Though she hardly mind, finding a role of her own to take, through guiding new recruits based on the girl's methods.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
- [OT-1] Running Wild -
- [VT-1] Chasing Sun -
- [OT-1] First Blow -
- [VT-1] Taste Of Blood -
- [VT-2] Warmth Of Blood -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
Name of Ally: Yuki Tanabe
Physical Appearance:
Looking upon her, the most noticeable thing about her, is that she's well out of high school, her looks remaining youthful as a Vampire. There's a certain amount of attention drawn to her, perhaps because of it, even though the white ribbon tying a few locks of her hair, and her red rimmed glasses, are the only things causing her to stand out from a crowd. Knowing just how inconspicuous she is, her attire follows suit, and doesn't break from the norm.
Preferring dresses, which draws some modest attention to her cleavage, it's nothing unexpected from a woman her age. Being one of the top leaders within her coven, she's allowed to have this kind of freedom, compared to those beneath her. The one thing she does share, is wearing a cloak for meetings.
Level: 4
Race: Vampire
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124 lbs.
Hair Color: Purple
Eye Color: Purple
Identifying Markers: N/A
Personality: Being both older and a seasoned Vampire, there's confidence in how she approaches things. What sets her apart from the kind gained after turning, has to be the way she refers to the less experienced as fresh meat, often prompting rumors of how she does more than drink the blood of others.
This attitude can be rather invasive for someone not even a Countess, but it's one she isn't unaware of. Taking comfort in the ways of offering guidance and mentoring, instead of pursuing power, it is her knowledge that keeps Vampires like her from being so easily attacked. She knows they need her, with how many often leave to start their own covens, or simply don't survive in the territorial bouts that can occur. A pity in her eyes, but not a loss.
Likes/Dislikes: As one of the leaders of her coven, her position is one she holds, because enjoys the opportunity it brings to mentor. Nothing has ever stopped from leaving all of these years, and being apart of this group, isn't something she sees having to change anytime soon either.
There's a sort of comfort being in this position, and asserting what she wishes, knowing that she can get away with it. Perhaps its the idea of knowing she's irreplaceable within this coven, that causes her to enjoy what she does so much, even when hearing news about what their old members are up to.
Whenever a member within the coven decides to leave, they're free to do so, but are vulnerable to not being protected, until they find another one. It's a game of chase going after these people, where she wishes to show them the consequences of their actions, not liking the idea of losing anyone under her, even though such a mentality impedes progress for their kind. To her, those underneath her power will always be the playthings she doesn't wish to lose.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: She wasn't like most of the Vampires she called her playthings.
So often, they seemed to be teenagers, who were given the abilities of the supernatural, on just a whim. Out of desperation, even. It was infuriating to see, but not much that could be done about it, other than thwarting off the ones who were clearly fledglings. Doing so had never been an issue for her, her family having a history in the military alongside the Majins, who for quite some time, were the main forces that earth had to defend itself.
It had always simply been putting her skills to use, and moving on with her life after things were good and done. Though the thought of knowing she could have done so much better, had always been something which was present on her mind. As time had went on, there had been plenty of opportunities given to her, about joining their kind, giving up the idea of age that humanity had. But she was a college student then, working on a degree in pharmaceuticals.
It would have been a lie however, to say she wasn't interested. The time for it just simply wasn't there as of yet, and she continued living her life normally, seeing now and again the things that she was missing out on, from traveling out late at night to what places opened for 24 hours.
It was always an intriguing sight to see a Vampire being injured, and the blood they had fed on, spilling out from their bodies. The cries of help that had came, she so often ignored, continuing to stay away from the world she didn't know. Four years into working on her degree, she had stepped into the bathroom to wash her face, feeling exhausted, and found herself looking into the mirror at those tired eyes. There had always been talk about how age was inevitable.
An idea that so often made her laugh, knowing those people had never ran into the Vampire she so often did. Never received the opportunities to become one, which she had always rejected. It made her think about just when she had figured the right time for it would have been, to jump into that sort of life.
Though even with this moment of clarity, it wasn't an immediate decision to accept it. She spent time thinking about it for a few more days, not in the spur of the moment like those much younger than her. Before she had knew it, she found herself searching at the usual spots in the time of night, and being turned. Her life from that moment truly did feel as if it had gone by in the blur. She was apart of her own coven and got the gist that most failed at.
By the time she had met Rukia, and also was one of the leaders who chased the brunette down, after the girl decided to leave, she already had a few more years of experience under her belt. The degree she studied for was completed, and used like most Vampires, who had a more personal life they kept hidden.
There was no hard feelings on anyone who chose to leave the coven, as infuriating as it could be at the time, and welled within her the power most of them chose to keep hidden. The kind of growth the brunette achieved was impressive, and she would have gifted the girl her own reward, had the Matriarch not already found ones of her own. It's an interesting development to know someone under her, had gotten so far away from her grasp, that they were in a position of power that could influence even her into changing. There was nothing but defeat there, and distance to keep, to have her sanity remain.
But even with all the troubles she saw that came with losing someone of her coven, it was always a pleasure to see them once more.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
- [OT-1] Back And Forth -
- [OT-2] Stuck In The Middle -
- [OT-3] Going Nowhere -
- [VT-1] A Beast's Excitement -
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
Name of Ally: Kyoko
Physical Appearance:
Like many other Driders, she has extra set of eyes and legs, which make her stick out greatly from a crowd. Each limbs are as equally strong as the last, being naturally toned from all of the jumping done to travel across long distances. It's difficult not to have eyes drawn to her, where upon looking, one is able to tell just where her normal legs would have been, if she was a human. Her entire back appendage, is possibly even more noticeable than her legs.
Covered in the kind of colors and patterns typical of a spider, who wishes camouflage for its surroundings, its much wider than her body. Being accustomed to her people, the clothing she wears is tailor made for her, with the standard attire she wears consisting of something sleeveless, and leggings.
The gloves she wears, which reaches up and past her elbows, completes the kind of camouflage look she could hope for, and brings attention to the color of her clothing and front part of her body, instead. It certainty takes some time to dress up everyday, but it's nothing she doesn't have patience for.
Level: 4
Race: Drider
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 134 lbs.
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: Extra appendages.
Personality: The type to piece things together on her own, she silently observes her surroundings, in the hopes of forming some kind of solution that others might not have thought of. Its all to help those who have captured her interest, which being from a village of Driders, isn't too difficult.
With how her appendages require quite some leg room, and naturally drawing attention, the one thing she perhaps desires the most, is having people pay attention to the kind of person she actually is. What stares she gets, is one she's likely to mildly fume at, but nothing she takes offense to.
Getting people to pay attention to what matters, is pretty expected of her because of it, doing what it takes to get things back on track. The hard work that can be required from doing so, can be pretty exhausting, but she's not the type that is willing to easily give up either, wishing to finish the task at hand. It doesn't matter if its something she wishes to do, or something that someone else needs to finish. Its the completion that captures her interest.
Likes/Dislikes: Helping others is a big goal of hers, knowing the kind of energy she has, needs to be put to use outside of her established nest in the forest. Humans and the like tend to require such, although not everyone is willing to let her do so, not being used to seeing her kind.
If her culture weren't the type to dominate and control others in a sort of hivemind, she would be much more offended. Though it's also because of this, that she doesn't mind being persistent with her efforts in helping, even if it means taking things into her own hands, without their permission.
She dislikes not finishing something in one goal, though realizes that with things like buildings, the infrastructure requires more time time to do, than what her people are used to. In instances like these, its merely just a compromise of something like reaching a certain height to solve.
Violence isn't an issue to her either, but rather the idea of there being people not joining in and putting their effort, like those who are already on the field. If it means getting them to help out, she has no problem with attacking, with only a higher power than her own stopping her from doing so.
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Earth
History: Coming to this planet hadn't been her own decision.
With how shaky her people's hierarchy was, it wasn't unusual at all for her to be forced to leave her planet, and onto a next one, if she wished not to be killed by the hivemind of those who had took over. Earth was possibly the best place to be, although she was certainly not the only Drider with the idea.
Exploring the planet, she had found enough of her kind around to know she wasn't a rare sight, but still an uncommon one in cities, rather than villages. It was different from their homeworld, since they seemed to rely more on the humans, and not many around were really even capable of being broodmothers.
Making the planet her nest one, hadn't been an issue as she had learned about the planet and its culture, approaching those who were willing to teach outside the village, which wasn't many. Her coming across Rukia, back when the girl had yet to become a Countess Of The Night, was something that happened by chance. The brunette was within her territory, but not really gaining power, and having adapted to the culture, the girl was hardly a bother.
Rather, she had been the one who had helped fed the girl's blood lust, taking down the local wildlife in order to calm the girl down. The difference in their power was pretty noticeable, so it wasn't as if she had much of a choice but to respect the Vampire, rather than manipulate the girl.
She had heard of the brunette's exploits since then, but hadn't had a reason to really leave her nest in the forest, until the idea of East City being attacked like the others, had came into question. Choosing to find the girl and seek resources she was worried of not being able to get, figuring the brunette owed her a favor, there has been more contact between them, than there ever had been for an entire year. Something she's quite pleased by.
As someone less inferior however, but recognizing when people need help, she often questions and offers her own assistance.
Techniques: 5 Offensive, 3 Support
- [OT-1] Web Shot -
- [OT-2] Web Release -
- [OT-3] Web Grenade -
- [OT-1] All Or Nothing -
- [OT-1] Try To Catch Me
- [PT-1] Ki Sense -
- [ST-1] Rapid Movement -
- [ST-2] Rapid Movement -
