Post by Nebotaki on Apr 18, 2018 2:01:10 GMT -5
Nebotaki
<Toyosatomimi no Miko>
<Toyosatomimi no Miko>
Name: Nebotaki
Age: 85,000
Race: Anubian
Gender: Female
Height: 4’11”
Weight: 130lb
Hair Color: Dark Purple
Eye Color: Amber
Identifying Markers: Piercing in left ear.
Personality: Unpredictable, Prim, Selfish, God Complex.
Likes: Craftsmanship, Architecture, Meditation (Sleeping)
Dislikes: Rebellion against higher authority, Disorder, Snow
Aspirations: Initially, to hopefully return to planet Rah. Ultimately, to rule and maintain order.
Homeworld: Rah (Freespace)
Allegiance:
Starting Planet: Namek
Appearance:
It’s rare enough for one to see an Anubian in their lifetime, even rarer to see one like Nebotaki whom has been alive and about much longer than the other currently living members of her species, allowing her to reach a sort of ‘rebellious phase’ in her life that never quite ended from the last time she was active. While she still maintains her Egyptian theming, there are plenty of Taoist elements to her clothes, her abilities, and her mannerisms. She wears purple headgear, best described as earmuffs or headphones in their appearance when they are simply an accessory. Additionally, she wears a large collared cape of a light purple and dark red color respectively on the outer and backsides. A yellow line travels along the end of the outer surface.
Backstory:
Nebotaki was around during a time the full roster of her kind was filled, which was also a time they collaborated a little more closely. Especially when the youngest of the bunch, who at the time was yours truly was in need of teaching and guiding. With so few numbers, it was important to at least culture the young one with what it meant to maintain the balance between creation and destruction within the universe. Seven has and always will be her home, though even her memory is foggy on the subject of whether or not she ever truly had a divine role in maintaining this balance. Regardless, she wouldn’t have filled such a role very well. At least not in a way those with an assured divine purpose were very pleased with. The Anubian saw more beneficial uses for the powers she had, and of the powers she had trained into in her own free time through decades of practice. For a planet killer, Nebo was extremely charismatic and knew exactly how to get things done through her words alone, one day leading to a sudden surge in power and influence over the planet Rah.
She led a militaristic dictatorship, enjoying all the benefits that came with being it’s Empress, including having a chokehold on the planet’s other opposing forces and all the lovely treats an Anubian could ever hope to ask for. In itself, it was all its own brand of destruction that none could argue with, but as years turned into decades, and decades to centuries, a change had to be made and balance had to be restored. With how invincible her Empire had become, there was only one thing that could stop Nebotaki’s rule over planet Rah. Nebotaki was softened by years of lazing about and relying on others with no training to keep herself in shape for the event that she would be overthrown. Frankly, even she knew of her own power, she just didn’t expect that the Kais she knew to be more pacifists and closer to quiet observers to go out of their way to drag her down and forcefully bring about balance. The Kai’s had already disapproved of Nebotaki’s methods, as the Anubian brought about more creation than she did destruction by the end of her rule. The potential an unstoppable empire led by an entity of destruction was something the gods could not simply sit and let continue to grow.
Still though, while Nebo had an entire planet at her back, she still didn’t have a power that would warrant the direct interference of an actual god. Instead, they sent the Guardian of the Kai that had authority over the section of the universe in which planet Rah was located. The Kais were not malicious beings, but from the perspective of one soon to have everything they have ever worked towards wrenched away from them, Nebotaki saw them sending a Guardian to bring down her empire as ‘sending a mortal to deal with mortal issues’, ‘let a mortal do the dirty work’, and other things among those lines. Whether she liked the costs or not, Nebotaki had the means and resources to upset a very important balance, and that needed addressing. Her not fulfilling her intended purpose as an Anubian was just reason to be a little less than peaceful about bringing it all down.
In the end, Nebotaki was the loser, captured and sealed away and put on a planet far far away from the one she had worked so hard to make a home out of. She would not be freed again until tens of thousands of years later, when Kai’s that had sealed her no longer held authority and the universe she called home faced the threat of complete and utter erasure.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Balanced
Offense Tiers
[OT-1] Golden Sword
A hiltless blade manifests itself in Nebotaki’s grip, not unlike a sword she might create with her Mundane Creation. Despite it’s similarness, this weapon serves a different purpose, best described as a ‘conductor’ of sorts. Nebotaki is able to fire it in a great rain of duplicates. As long as she is aware of her opponent, she can manifest these duplicates and attack them.
[25% PL Damage]
[OT-2] Shining Golden Sword
A massive golden broadsword as large as herself is manifested, Nebotaki can use this weapon in the same way as her original Golden Sword: creating an endless assault of duplicates to rain fury down upon her foes.
[50% PL]
[1 unused]
Support Tiers
[PT-1] Golden Rule (Flavored Multiform)
Despite being bent on destruction, Nebotaki is able to transfer her energy into an object and turn it into a minion that will temporarily help her either in battle or in overwhelming an opposing force with numbers. Objects given life by this technique are aglow with a golden Ki, not unlike a sun’s radiance. This technique reanimates a corpse (though it’s more like possessing it), animate a suit of armor, or make something as simple as a candlestick hellbent on ramming itself into an opponent’s most uncomfortable orifices.
[Flavored multiform, 50% PL split to one target.]
[PT-1] Shikaisen: Flight (Flavored Flight)
Nebotaki possesses a small set of gifts earned through meditation and study over long years lived. One of the two most notable is her ability fly and to move short distances in rapid bursts.
[Flying.]
[ST-1] Mundane Construction (Flavored Barrier)
Nebotaki is capable of creating mundane objects from thin air, most notably blades. These blades of light surround the Anubian or another, creating a thick layer of defense.
[Flavored barrier, 40% Protection for self and up to 2 allies.]
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
For a long time, Nebotaki saw and felt nothing but a black emptiness. Left alone to her own hazy thoughts- almost as if something were trying to constantly block them. Which honestly, some part of her wished it had been successful, being left to her own thoughts for tens of thousands of years should have driven her mad. But then what was the point of being driven insane? Such a question contradicted the definition of insane, but it just might have been what kept the Anubian from becoming a mindless, planet destroying machine. She’s certain the Kais would not have complained over such a development, though. The idea of it made her blood boil, but.. Did she even have blood? Did she have a real physical form in this limitless and yet non-existent space that she had been imprisoned in? The only things that she could know for sure were that she was still alive, still existing, though it was an existence fueled by questions and undiluted spite. A very sad existence, if one worth leading at all. It seemed the only solace she was able to find in her own personal Hell was her own memories. The brightly shining sun that hovered over the lush and green jungle planet that Nebotaki knew the planet Rah to be, the feeling of its warmth against the skin underneath her purple and how the patches of light that slipped their way in through the windows of her old throne room, with one in particular showing itself in when the sun was at its highest point, casting itself right over the Anubian’s throne.
She shivered at the memory, or at least she would have if she had a corporeal form to truly and physically do so. Sometimes the Anubian even wondered if she had a physical form to return to, if she were to ever be freed from her prison at all. At times she felt abandoned by the other members of her species, wondering why they would leave her to lose her mind in this cruel prison she thought herself undeserving of. But that was just her seeking somebody to blame other than herself for her own losses, which was immature for sure and she might not have done such a thing if she had company of some kind, but with nobody around who would be able to scold her for for this childishness?
Her perspective of time was distorted by being in her prison for so long, for when she was finally able to see something other than endless black and feel solid ground underneath her rather than sheer nothingness she couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but her first guess would have been majorly far off from the true answer: 65,000. Dark clouds swirled above her head, vastly different from the clear cloudless skies of Rah she had grown accustomed too and she couldn't feel a single source of power for miles and miles around.. Say for one. The Anubian saw no point in laying about in this unknown place. It was easy enough to guess that it wasn’t the planet she called home, seeing as last time she checked Rah was not a dying world nor was it this.. Barren. She didn’t care to know the name of this place nor what put it in such a depressing condition, so ignoring the ache in her long unused limbs she sprang to her feet to look down and around the area which she had been lying in. Whatever structure had been holding the object acting like her prison was destroyed, most of it pulverized into dust judging by the lack of rubble, leaving nothing but it’s base foundation and a staircase. It was then that she noticed other carved, flat stones jutting out of the barren landscape around her and came to the conclusion that she had been hidden in a graveyard of some kind. Perhaps the object she was trapped in had been passed around like some kind of decoration or ornament, and left as an ornament to someone long dead? She couldn’t imagine who would treasure a locked box with no key or magic to force it open.
This couldn’t have been the first place her miniscule prison was placed. She could imagine it being the most recent, if anything, seeing as not all people held due respect for the deceased and would easily have stolen it to sell off and make some quick.. Whatever currency this planet used, or once used. Zeni was pretty universal, so that was easy to assume. Not easy enough for her to want to whip out the wrong cash in front of a merchant or trader of some kind should she ever happen to come across one while there. Questions kept bringing themselves up and some part of the Anubian wished to stop and celebrate, but this didn’t seem like neither the time nor the place to stop and act on such things, and there was still the matter of the singular significant power she could feel with her likely still-dulled senses. Nebo hovered some feet off the ground and then after a brief moment’s concentration she vanished, reappearing closer to the energy she could feel, though she was unable to pinpoint an exact mark and ended up appearing in just the general
