Post by Kabocha on Apr 23, 2018 14:48:36 GMT -5
Kabocha
<Kale>
<Kale>
Name: Kabocha
Age: 25
Race: Saiyan
Gender:
Height: 5’5
Weight: 140lb
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Identifying Markers: None worth taking note of.
Personality: Timid or meek, lacking in self-confidence.
Likes:Quiet, more rural and secluded areas, napping.
Dislikes: Large gatherings, excessive noise (especially of the high pitched variety), bright lights.
Aspirations: To stand and fight as an equal with her father.
Homeworld: Natto
Allegiance: Earth's Special Forces
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Kabocha is a Saiyan female with a slender frame and average height. She is tan-skinned with downcast eyes and grey irises. She has shoulder-length black hair normally worn in a high ponytail secured by a small hair-tie, while a bang hanging over the left side of her face. Her outfit consists of a red shirt exposing her midriff matching her lower outfit; a red skirt with a brown belt attached along with a silver circular buckle and a pair of black shorts underneath. She wears a pair of golden boots, along with golden bracelets that cover her wrists and most of her forearms, and a pair of golden hoop earrings.
Backstory:
Kabocha is the offspring of Cornatto and another unnamed female Saiyan who spent a good time of her life on a distant planet away from the rest of her kind. It might have been the upbringing she had, mostly disconnected from her species that led to the development of her shy personality, but it seemed it had more benefits than being your usual assertive and prideful Saiyan warrior. Though despite her quiet nature, Kabocha could be fairly quick to anger through either injustices or sheer jealousy. It was clear from early points in her life and onwards that she had an issue, one that has gotten easier to control going into her twenties but every now and then it will rear its head. Even if she approaches things passively, she tends to make a competition of nearly everything- Especially when it comes to who’s stronger in comparison to her father.
Everything the girl knows about fighting comes from her father, giving her a fighting style incredibly similar to his with her own defensive touches to reflect her passive personality and cautious approach to most things. Her training with her father became less and less frequent once they reached Earth and her skills continued to progress and Kabocha becoming more independent, only coming to a full halt with the beginning of the Tournament of Power. Now she’ll have to see how far her skillset and aspirations to be as powerful as her father can take her.
Techniques
Technique Tree: Balanced
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1]Kyūtsuyo
[25% PL Damage]
[li][VT-1]Kyūtsuyo: Scatter Shot[/li]
Kabocha’s personal version of her father’s signature move. It’s just like the original, but can be split between multiple targets in a barrage of smaller blasts.
[25% PL Damage, Spit effect]
[li][OT-1] Kamehameha[/li]
Drawing Ki into her palms and cupping her hands, Kabocha pushes her hands forward firing a beam of green energy.
[25% PL Damage]
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Support Tiers
- [PT-1] Flight
[Flight.]
[li][PT-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
By managing the amount of energy she puts out, Kabocha can conceal her presence or make herself seem weaker.
[Ki suppression if no techs are used.]
[li][PT-1] Tail Mastery[/li]
Through grueling training, Kabocha no longer suffers the weakness of the signature fuzzy appendage among her species.
[The user has gone through intense and painful training to overcome this weakness.]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
One might be surprised to know this fact, but Kabocha had a friend. Yes, yes, even she’s surprised by this sometimes, whenever she happens to reflect on it. Maybe less of a friend and more simply somebody she enjoyed watching do their work, and today seemed like a good enough day to be doing just that. The weather was nice, even though it didn’t mean much for somebody working indoors. Kabocha had left her home that morning to get in a bit of training before noon, when she would then head a little further up north until reaching her destination. A large, metal structure with a large door that was incredibly slow to open.. Made slower by it’s sheer size. She stood in the snow for a good moment, rubbing her own arms and stamping her feet in some attempt to keep warm in this uncomfortable weather.
There were sounds of movement and power tools being put to work on the other side, growing louder as the large metal grate of a door slid into the ground, Kabocha wouldn’t bother to call out until the door had opened most of the way, letting her hop over it and into shelter. “Mochiko!” The Saiyan called, looking up to the top of what was the mechanic’s most recent project. A robot nearly four times the size of the last, towering well over a good chunk of the buildings in West City. Mochiko had moved her workshop to the middle of scenic nowhere, what with the planet getting into worser and worser conditions for sustaining life. Neither she nor Kabocha aimed to leave until absolutely necessary, though. This left Kabocha worse off, ‘Absolutely necessary’ was essentially when her father said so, and he was off making sure the universe didn’t get fucked over.
Mochiko lifted her welding mask and shut off her tool, smacking a nearby button with her palm without looking as if she had commited such a motion to memory. The raised platform she stood on to better reach her creations’ arm lowered down to the ground, letting her step over and out of the safety railing to approach and properly greet her Saiyaness friend. The mechanic may have moved locations in response to her planet dying, and changed the appearance of her mech, but this Earthling girl looked no different from the day the two had met. It was as if nothing could make the stoic rich girl look any less graceful or unblemished. Without even being a Saiyan, this was quite the impressive trait to Kabocha. Even was progressively bad as things were starting to get, Kabocha was happy that she had at least Mochiko to hang out and relax with. Made things far less stressful, keeping her head out of all those negative spaces, she was quite thankful.
Reward Requested: PL