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sonoshee
female | thirty-eight | UNIVERSE 7 | hybrid | earthling-saiyaness
HISTORY
A felonious disgrace, a darkened animus; abominable, was it, to tarnish thou's sanctuary without one's consent. But such was inevitable, such had to be executed; and thus, the tellurian was a foredoomed martyr of the defiled, inferior to he who was of sovereign blood, of Saiyan blood. It was unknown as to why it had been she to be the swain's abettor in thy act of propagation, of hybridization; nought but a supine dame, deficient and meek, and devoid of any prowess, it belied the progeny's puissant lineage. But it was she who had been predestined to be the forebearer of the crossbred offspring, and thus, that was what she had become.
Osiris, an imperious bloke of the Saiyan race, and Anemone Kinmokousei, an incapacitated mortal of Earth; a paradoxical two, bloods of thy sun and moon. A peculiar entanglement it was, for it had a disquieting prelude the moment Osiris had landed amongst the Earthen terrain; and despite thou's barbarous act, this earthling discovered charisma there in the forbidden, in the taboo. It was not seldom to rear earthlings and Saiyans, but to Osiris, a traditional low-class mercenary who perceived his extraterrestrial kindred as a race of supremacy, it imperceptibly disheartened the Saiyan swain to think that he had debilitated one's own offspring from the authentic prowess of a pure Saiyan; as a warrior to his kind, a Saiyan mustn't shame one's kinship, for it not only reflected thyself, but those of relation, too—so, would the birth of this kin provoke such shame? No, of course it wouldn't; his saiyan genealogy would prevail, he had not the need to worry. Hybrids were common, anyhow. He was certain. And thus, in thy midst of earthen summerttide, the nascency of Sonoshee had been fulfilled.
Osiris, an imperious bloke of the Saiyan race, and Anemone Kinmokousei, an incapacitated mortal of Earth; a paradoxical two, bloods of thy sun and moon. A peculiar entanglement it was, for it had a disquieting prelude the moment Osiris had landed amongst the Earthen terrain; and despite thou's barbarous act, this earthling discovered charisma there in the forbidden, in the taboo. It was not seldom to rear earthlings and Saiyans, but to Osiris, a traditional low-class mercenary who perceived his extraterrestrial kindred as a race of supremacy, it imperceptibly disheartened the Saiyan swain to think that he had debilitated one's own offspring from the authentic prowess of a pure Saiyan; as a warrior to his kind, a Saiyan mustn't shame one's kinship, for it not only reflected thyself, but those of relation, too—so, would the birth of this kin provoke such shame? No, of course it wouldn't; his saiyan genealogy would prevail, he had not the need to worry. Hybrids were common, anyhow. He was certain. And thus, in thy midst of earthen summerttide, the nascency of Sonoshee had been fulfilled.
Parturition; a beautiful bequeathment, an honor oft' ceremonial to the begetters of thy newly birthed kin. But for those of mortal grounds, it could be quite the opposite; because where life bloomed, death weathered. It was an incalculable fiend, an unforeseeable force; bereft of life, Anemone succumbed to the asphyxiation bred by a pulmonary embolism in the midst of contractions, enforcing Osiris to operate in solitude. The impulsive bereavement impaired the male of Saiyan blood, aghast by the immense vulnerability of earthlings and thus, too immobile to flee; but the infant, there in the palm of calloused hands, was and infant not only earthling, but Saiyan, too—the illegitimate kin had a chance.
It was a predecessor's devoir to bestow thou's kin a fine chance at life; but as a being of war, the male humanoid concealed one's trifling emotions that could render a man weak. To exude endearment towards thy only offspring of Osiris would certainly result in a blasphemous poltroon; as a bairn of Saiyan pedigree, no kin of Osiris would be pitiful, regardless of its hybridized blood. And so, a conflicted begetter of ascetic lineage loved his kin, tenderly and shyly, but from abaft a subconscious wall of impassive features; and what a strenuous and apathetic pupilage, it was. Awfully awkward, too; ofttimes Osiris would ripen into a man of anguish because despite the Saiyan's imperturbable and dismissive persona towards the dainty kin, the tellurian-dominant child would bizarrely provoke in her begetter an immense sentiment of infectious warmth; a warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground. That callous man could set aflame his child's most valued possessions, and thou's ambrosial soul would still revere he who reared her. And not once had thy cruel tongue of Osiris produce the tender vocals of Sonoshee's mother; but the young kin ne'er dared to question such. Indubitably, thy crux of a mother's humanity was dominant. Thy crux of a Saiyan warrioress...recessive.
But in time, such amorous behavior diminished as Osiris's kin grew into an acquiescent pubescent, utmost servility replacing thy residence of childish adoration. Having remained on Earth, the draconian father condoned the arduous conditioning of warefare that most Saiyan offspring endured, despite Sonoshee's humanitarian impediment; but it was not an encumbrance to bewail upon; for it was a blessing that bred this matriarch's unfaltering aspiration to prevail, to persevere despite lacking the superb skills of a thoroughbred. Impelled to be of equal strength by he who nurtured her, the tellurian-dominant kin oft' endured the calamitous trials of barbarous combat, gradually realizing just how strenuous it was if thou's heart was not of a warrior's. Amid thou's adversities, learning to manifest one's latent energy was awfully arduous beneath the merciless Osiris; an exhausting process that consisted of experimenting with various methods, until success was hers to possess. It was toilsome, irrevocably; but to make thou's begetter proud, a hybridized dame could not rest, for then she'd rust.
And perchance, it was not so dismaying, the suffering, that is; for she had, in due course, effloresced into a fine warrioress, over the years obtaining Osiris's combative methods through perilous training. The sole begetter of Saiyan blood had sculpted Sonoshee into a dexterous adolescent, the cruel, herculean training rearing thou's kin the equal prowess of an average Saiyan. Not superb, but sufficient. Osiris solely believed that, despite humanity's dominance upon she, Sonoshee was befitting for battle. And thus, she was a kin thrust into war, a young maiden holding on to the belief that she'd one day return home to her begetter.
In thy age of 1560, the kin of Osiris left him behind on Earth, as she had been recruited by the Saiyan Alliance with the aid of her father, a veteran of Saiyan war himself. As a young yet versed adolescent, the Half-Earthling, half-Saiyan dame greatly revered a male colleague, a commendable figure amongst all due to his charismatic altruism, combative approach, and superior eminence: Cornatto. A male figure who this dame discreetly admired from a distance, he—a thoroughbred Saiyan much like one's glacial father—was bizarrely benevolent, deviating from the barbarous Saiyan she was so accustomed to; and it was his altruistic demeanor that galvanized the half-Saiyaness to grow in combat with not a crux of war, but thy crux of justice.
It was absolute; a gift worth giving. To be affiliated with the Alliance, to defend abreast thy flanks of paramount extraterrestrials was monumental; an ineffable honor. It was a strenuous experience, oft' involving the voyaging to claim a new cosmos, to protect those in need, or to conquer those of wrong. But it had been an honor. Thou's respective comrades had been influential; infinitely their own individual, each Saiyan was sui generis, from one's external prowess to internal persona—they were all destructively unique. Unfortunately, the honor to be of service to all was not bestowed upon, but regardless, the duteous dame admired all militant souls; she could never comprehend why one would ever detach thyself from the Saiyan Alliance.
As a soldier, it was expected of one to birth unity amongst all; and it was only one's duty to cease thy wrath of war before war itself could end thee. For Saiyans, it was just that. Fortunately, the compilation of enduring Saiyans prevailed over thy malevolence of the Saiyan Empire; an allegorical war, this armed conflict would become. They had been like Gods at the dawning of the world, triumphant and full of joy; but damaged, too. Mostly it was loss which educated beings about thy worth of things; for Sonoshee—an earthling Saiyaness who was made of those who built and broke her—it was not only loss which had damaged her, but war. She had been raised a maiden armored for war, but no armor could protect one from the ghastly breath of fear and loss; and thus, she detached thyself from honorable blood.
It had been dubbed The Freedom War, as it bestowed salvation amongst those of the enslaved; but it had not freed Sonoshee, no. Adept was this maiden's body, and enduring was her mind. But a crux of earthling woe could not manage such. The war had been over, yes, this she knew; a quiet victory. But the struggle was not; the trauma was much too real and soon, the exposure of war would soon become an armor this maiden could not unequip, no matter how many times she was told the war was over. A shame it was, truly, to be a relative of warrior blood, but lack thy heart of a war.
Despite one's ejection from the honorable Alliance, the maiden swore to always be loyal to thee, sorrowfully removing thyself a few years post The Freedom War. Dismissing oneself from Planet Natto and the Saiyan Alliance was no easy conclusion; but thy weight of war was too lumbering for she who wielded an earthling's heart, and thus the female hybrid decided to voyage onward to one's very origin: Earth. Upon the arrival, though, it was discovered that Osiris, Sonoshee's callous father of Saiyan blood, had vanished; not a trace of his draconian essence, as if he had dematerialized into the air itself. Betrayal would have been felt, as well as the ache of negligence physical in one's crux. But having been the misbegotten daughter of Osiris, one knew his absence was purposeful and thus, he had not the need to exclaim; his silence replicated the very reason why people touched—sometimes words could not be enough. Be it guilt, guilt-ridden for his authoritarian views, or for nevermore providing his offspring's the knowledge of thy mother. Whatever the reason, Sonoshee understood, nor did she question him.
Uncertain of one's purpose now that she no longer persevered a life of Saiyan warefare, the dame could not discover a need to remain upon Earth; indeed, an earthling life she could have pursued, settling with an unfated paramour, prospering an essence of mediocrity—but such a life was unappealing to the hybrid. Unbeknown to all, the ambition to acquire knowledge had always teemed with existence amid thy innards of this resigned warrioress. At once had she been an awkward youngling in the combative cosmos of the Saiyan universe, a woman who was once at a physical disadvantage for being earthling dominant—but internally, she was well adept; a perspicacious mindset had she also owned. With no relevant matter upon Earth to restrain her, Sonoshee utilized this opportunity to voyage amongst the various worlds in hopes of expounding her intelligence; the maiden had not known much about her Earthen origin, and it became the determinant to educate oneself with the dynamic cultures and dialect of neighboring planets. It kept a warm occupancy there, far in the depths of a post-traumatic mind; suppressing strenuous memories of the Alliance and war. And thus, Sonoshee traveled for years before returning to Earth, where she now tranquilly resides.
It was a predecessor's devoir to bestow thou's kin a fine chance at life; but as a being of war, the male humanoid concealed one's trifling emotions that could render a man weak. To exude endearment towards thy only offspring of Osiris would certainly result in a blasphemous poltroon; as a bairn of Saiyan pedigree, no kin of Osiris would be pitiful, regardless of its hybridized blood. And so, a conflicted begetter of ascetic lineage loved his kin, tenderly and shyly, but from abaft a subconscious wall of impassive features; and what a strenuous and apathetic pupilage, it was. Awfully awkward, too; ofttimes Osiris would ripen into a man of anguish because despite the Saiyan's imperturbable and dismissive persona towards the dainty kin, the tellurian-dominant child would bizarrely provoke in her begetter an immense sentiment of infectious warmth; a warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground. That callous man could set aflame his child's most valued possessions, and thou's ambrosial soul would still revere he who reared her. And not once had thy cruel tongue of Osiris produce the tender vocals of Sonoshee's mother; but the young kin ne'er dared to question such. Indubitably, thy crux of a mother's humanity was dominant. Thy crux of a Saiyan warrioress...recessive.
But in time, such amorous behavior diminished as Osiris's kin grew into an acquiescent pubescent, utmost servility replacing thy residence of childish adoration. Having remained on Earth, the draconian father condoned the arduous conditioning of warefare that most Saiyan offspring endured, despite Sonoshee's humanitarian impediment; but it was not an encumbrance to bewail upon; for it was a blessing that bred this matriarch's unfaltering aspiration to prevail, to persevere despite lacking the superb skills of a thoroughbred. Impelled to be of equal strength by he who nurtured her, the tellurian-dominant kin oft' endured the calamitous trials of barbarous combat, gradually realizing just how strenuous it was if thou's heart was not of a warrior's. Amid thou's adversities, learning to manifest one's latent energy was awfully arduous beneath the merciless Osiris; an exhausting process that consisted of experimenting with various methods, until success was hers to possess. It was toilsome, irrevocably; but to make thou's begetter proud, a hybridized dame could not rest, for then she'd rust.
And perchance, it was not so dismaying, the suffering, that is; for she had, in due course, effloresced into a fine warrioress, over the years obtaining Osiris's combative methods through perilous training. The sole begetter of Saiyan blood had sculpted Sonoshee into a dexterous adolescent, the cruel, herculean training rearing thou's kin the equal prowess of an average Saiyan. Not superb, but sufficient. Osiris solely believed that, despite humanity's dominance upon she, Sonoshee was befitting for battle. And thus, she was a kin thrust into war, a young maiden holding on to the belief that she'd one day return home to her begetter.
In thy age of 1560, the kin of Osiris left him behind on Earth, as she had been recruited by the Saiyan Alliance with the aid of her father, a veteran of Saiyan war himself. As a young yet versed adolescent, the Half-Earthling, half-Saiyan dame greatly revered a male colleague, a commendable figure amongst all due to his charismatic altruism, combative approach, and superior eminence: Cornatto. A male figure who this dame discreetly admired from a distance, he—a thoroughbred Saiyan much like one's glacial father—was bizarrely benevolent, deviating from the barbarous Saiyan she was so accustomed to; and it was his altruistic demeanor that galvanized the half-Saiyaness to grow in combat with not a crux of war, but thy crux of justice.
It was absolute; a gift worth giving. To be affiliated with the Alliance, to defend abreast thy flanks of paramount extraterrestrials was monumental; an ineffable honor. It was a strenuous experience, oft' involving the voyaging to claim a new cosmos, to protect those in need, or to conquer those of wrong. But it had been an honor. Thou's respective comrades had been influential; infinitely their own individual, each Saiyan was sui generis, from one's external prowess to internal persona—they were all destructively unique. Unfortunately, the honor to be of service to all was not bestowed upon, but regardless, the duteous dame admired all militant souls; she could never comprehend why one would ever detach thyself from the Saiyan Alliance.
But soon would she know of detachment; for the first casualty of war was innocence.
As a soldier, it was expected of one to birth unity amongst all; and it was only one's duty to cease thy wrath of war before war itself could end thee. For Saiyans, it was just that. Fortunately, the compilation of enduring Saiyans prevailed over thy malevolence of the Saiyan Empire; an allegorical war, this armed conflict would become. They had been like Gods at the dawning of the world, triumphant and full of joy; but damaged, too. Mostly it was loss which educated beings about thy worth of things; for Sonoshee—an earthling Saiyaness who was made of those who built and broke her—it was not only loss which had damaged her, but war. She had been raised a maiden armored for war, but no armor could protect one from the ghastly breath of fear and loss; and thus, she detached thyself from honorable blood.
It had been dubbed The Freedom War, as it bestowed salvation amongst those of the enslaved; but it had not freed Sonoshee, no. Adept was this maiden's body, and enduring was her mind. But a crux of earthling woe could not manage such. The war had been over, yes, this she knew; a quiet victory. But the struggle was not; the trauma was much too real and soon, the exposure of war would soon become an armor this maiden could not unequip, no matter how many times she was told the war was over. A shame it was, truly, to be a relative of warrior blood, but lack thy heart of a war.
Despite one's ejection from the honorable Alliance, the maiden swore to always be loyal to thee, sorrowfully removing thyself a few years post The Freedom War. Dismissing oneself from Planet Natto and the Saiyan Alliance was no easy conclusion; but thy weight of war was too lumbering for she who wielded an earthling's heart, and thus the female hybrid decided to voyage onward to one's very origin: Earth. Upon the arrival, though, it was discovered that Osiris, Sonoshee's callous father of Saiyan blood, had vanished; not a trace of his draconian essence, as if he had dematerialized into the air itself. Betrayal would have been felt, as well as the ache of negligence physical in one's crux. But having been the misbegotten daughter of Osiris, one knew his absence was purposeful and thus, he had not the need to exclaim; his silence replicated the very reason why people touched—sometimes words could not be enough. Be it guilt, guilt-ridden for his authoritarian views, or for nevermore providing his offspring's the knowledge of thy mother. Whatever the reason, Sonoshee understood, nor did she question him.
Uncertain of one's purpose now that she no longer persevered a life of Saiyan warefare, the dame could not discover a need to remain upon Earth; indeed, an earthling life she could have pursued, settling with an unfated paramour, prospering an essence of mediocrity—but such a life was unappealing to the hybrid. Unbeknown to all, the ambition to acquire knowledge had always teemed with existence amid thy innards of this resigned warrioress. At once had she been an awkward youngling in the combative cosmos of the Saiyan universe, a woman who was once at a physical disadvantage for being earthling dominant—but internally, she was well adept; a perspicacious mindset had she also owned. With no relevant matter upon Earth to restrain her, Sonoshee utilized this opportunity to voyage amongst the various worlds in hopes of expounding her intelligence; the maiden had not known much about her Earthen origin, and it became the determinant to educate oneself with the dynamic cultures and dialect of neighboring planets. It kept a warm occupancy there, far in the depths of a post-traumatic mind; suppressing strenuous memories of the Alliance and war. And thus, Sonoshee traveled for years before returning to Earth, where she now tranquilly resides.
ALLIES
"If the drive behind one's actions is the thought for another, then it is never meaningless." Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc vulputate, odio in aliquet cursus, orci turpis dictum felis, sit amet blandit dui nibh at nunc. Phasellus ipsum risus, posuere nec congue interdum, dignissim sit amet sapien. Pellentesque rutrum libero eget urna egestas pharetra. Nullam vitae nunc blandit, vulputate erat at, viverra nisl. Donec et tellus convallis eros volutpat tristique. Nam pulvinar eu velit vitae vehicula. Aliquam non facilisis est. Praesent tincidunt dolor vel placerat eleifend. Ut sagittis iaculis diam ut volutpat. Quisque quis tortor ex. Aenean lacinia dui quis turpis suscipit sodales. Morbi cursus metus ut elementum eleifend. Phasellus nec consectetur orci, eu pharetra lectus. Aliquam vitae arcu consequat, pharetra lorem vitae, accumsan lorem. Curabitur ut nunc odio. Quisque eget euismod purus, in tempus mauris.
FOES
"I pity those whom find pleasure in one's suffering." Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc vulputate, odio in aliquet cursus, orci turpis dictum felis, sit amet blandit dui nibh at nunc. Phasellus ipsum risus, posuere nec congue interdum, dignissim sit amet sapien. Pellentesque rutrum libero eget urna egestas pharetra. Nullam vitae nunc blandit, vulputate erat at, viverra nisl. Donec et tellus convallis eros volutpat tristique. Nam pulvinar eu velit vitae vehicula. Aliquam non facilisis est. Praesent tincidunt dolor vel placerat eleifend. Ut sagittis iaculis diam ut volutpat. Quisque quis tortor ex. Aenean lacinia dui quis turpis suscipit sodales. Morbi cursus metus ut elementum eleifend. Phasellus nec consectetur orci, eu pharetra lectus. Aliquam vitae arcu consequat, pharetra lorem vitae, accumsan lorem. Curabitur ut nunc odio. Quisque eget euismod purus, in tempus mauris.
PARAMOUR
"It's you; it's always been you." Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Nunc vulputate, odio in aliquet cursus, orci turpis dictum felis, sit amet blandit dui nibh at nunc. Phasellus ipsum risus, posuere nec congue interdum, dignissim sit amet sapien. Pellentesque rutrum libero eget urna egestas pharetra. Nullam vitae nunc blandit, vulputate erat at, viverra nisl. Donec et tellus convallis eros volutpat tristique. Nam pulvinar eu velit vitae vehicula. Aliquam non facilisis est. Praesent tincidunt dolor vel placerat eleifend. Ut sagittis iaculis diam ut volutpat. Quisque quis tortor ex. Aenean lacinia dui quis turpis suscipit sodales. Morbi cursus metus ut elementum eleifend. Phasellus nec consectetur orci, eu pharetra lectus. Aliquam vitae arcu consequat, pharetra lorem vitae, accumsan lorem. Curabitur ut nunc odio. Quisque eget euismod purus, in tempus mauris.
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