Post by Deleted on May 13, 2016 14:23:37 GMT -5
Name: Melonia
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Saiyan (Pure-Blood)
Homeworld: Natto
Starting Planet: Natto
Appearance:
Melonia is a typical pure blooded Saiyan through and through. Standing at slightly above average height for a woman she's just over five foot eight, though close to six and a half foot to the top of her tall spiky hair. Said hair is an impressively deep shade of red, so much so it appears black unless under proper lighting where it can properly reflect it's true colors. Worn both tall & long, Melonia's hair is tied in a great ponytail in the back, over three feet long in and of itself it extends down her back and reaches down to mid thigh. Two sets of adjustable training weights grace the length of the hairstyle, giving her another avenue of resistance training. Melonia has sharp features and a heart shaped face with a widow's peak hairline. She has has a lithe and athletic build, with a generously large bust and wide feminine hips that support a large round rear. Her waist is trimmed and thin, her stomach toned and flat, giving her a significant hourglass figure in her appearance.
Melonia is typically seen wearing her Battle Armor, styled in violet on the main undergarment uniform, the breastplate and under trimming is pearl white, with the full battle model's armored plating in vibrant hot pink. Her personality matches the bright popping colors of her attire. Lighthearted and compassionate, Melonia finds friends easy and makes foes slowly. At least among her own kind. The truth is beneath her sweet exterior beats a black heart full of ruthless cruelty. Mixing sinister and sweet in battle she frequently chastises and toys with opponents who are clearly outmatched or well past the point of hoping for survival, much less victory. Like a kitten toying with her food, right up until the moment she grows bored of it and obliterates her foe utterly.
Backstory:
Born to her father Coli and mother Letas in 1563 on the planet Natto, Melonia came into the world as any true Saiyan should, kicking and screaming. Born at the respectable Power Level of 4, Melonia had a bright future ahead of her as a Saiyan warrior. She enjoyed the simple upbringing of two loving parents and a healthy appetite for power. Always striving to be fiercer, stronger, faster, better. Her father's strength and her mother's speed rolled into a sum greater than the whole of its parts. When she was old enough to enlist, Melonia joined the Saiyan Alliance military, only further proving her military acumen and martial prowess. She holds no penultimate goals, only wishing to ascend through the Alliance hierarchy and achieve more glory, both personal and planetary, on behalf of the Saiyan Alliance that she pledges fealty.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-1] Galexia Gun
[Damage: 25% Power Level]
[li][OT-2] Twin-Linked Galexia Gun[/li]
Much like the standard Galexia Gun in combat, albeit deadlier. Melonia draws err fingers on both hands into the shape of faux firearms, pinky and ring fingers curled against her palms. Middle and pointer fingers pressed rigid forward and her thumbs cocked like the hammer of a pistol as a sphere of black-violet swirling ki energy builds just in front of her two outstretched fingers on either hand. At her command the energy fires in sinister fashion, with the ball of ki rocketing outward like a bullet at tremendous speed. A thin beam of violet ki projects from the attack like a spider's thread as it arcs through the air toward its opponent. Using this version of the technique she is able to fire from both hands simultaneously, effectively doubling her damage output.
[Damage: 50% Power Level]
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Black Barrier
[Dodge: 100% Power Level]
[li][ST-1] Flight[/li]
Melonia focuses her ki and manipulates it for the purposes of propulsion, using to fly at incredible speeds with considerable agility.
[Effect: The ability to manipulate one's ki so that they can levitate from the ground and even fly.]
[li][ST-1] Ki Sense[/li]
Melonia can sense the general levels of another warrior's Ki without the need for external techs such as a scouter.
[Effect: Allows user to have a general notion of people's Power Level as long as they are in the same region.]
[li][ST-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
Melonia can greatly suppress her own body's Ki to mask her strength externally for her opponents if they lack Ki scouting devices.
[Effect: Allows the user to hide ki signature if no techs are used. ]
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
A thin beam of sunlight trickled through a slit in the window to Melonia's officer suite, naturally guided millions of light years through the cosmos itself seemingly just to land perfectly across her eyes. She blinked rapidly, groaning in annoyance as the sunbeam roused her from her slumber, eyelids fluttering as if to shoo away the inconvenience. When that failed the Saiyan beauty rolled over in her bed, sighing to herself as she attempted to fall back asleep. A lingering sense of dread filled her head as if she'd forgotten something, and Melonia could only let out a long sigh as she reluctantly opened her eyes to stare coldly at her alarm. Just minutes from going off itself, she resigned herself to the fact that all the universe had seemingly conspired together just to make her wake up on time.
A delicate feminine hand reached out to shut off the alarm early, sparring her from the cacophony of sound should it be awakened. Melonia pulled herself upright and gave a long stretch, thrusting her arms skyward and arching her back. "Another day in paradise..." She joked to herself, standing upright and stepping out of the large oval shaped bed. The woman stood there clad in a long white t-shirt that was far too long for her frame, hanging down to mid thigh like a makeshift nightgown. A pair of bright pink panties lie beneath, not that anyone would ever seem them like this. Her tail slipped out from under the backside of her top, swishing lazily as Melonia gave another full body stretch, hand running through her long spiky hair as she finished. "Yup, paradise."
Melonia gave herself a smirk, going through a brief gauntlet of full body stretches. Moving her svelte frame and curvaceous form through a battery of difficult, and rather compromising positions. She enjoyed keeping herself limber, flexibility and agility counted just as much as raw strength after all. And the Saiyan woman had accepted that she'd never be quite as physically strong as her male counterparts, but she could sure as hell be nimbler and faster. But that would come later, as she finished her quick warm up stretches the woman began to move towards her suite's restroom in quick graceful steps. Once inside she pressed a button and the door slid shut behind her, sealing to trap in heat for when she would shower. Moving to the mirror she gave her tangled mess of hair a look over, it protruded down past her back in a great wave of a mane, spiking up and outward in a disheveled state above as well. "Uuuuuuugggghhhhhhhh..." Melonia moaned, despising any moment she did not look as beautiful as she was deadly. Her hands moving to tentatively such the unkempt mass of bedhead like a medic probing a dying soldier.
The Saiyan beauty quickly stripped off her clothes, shirt lifted over her arms and cast to a laundry bin, panties soon to follow. She stood there bare clad admiring herself in the mirror. Hand on her hip, gliding its way up over the silky smooth skin of her glorious curves. Small feminine feet gave way to long toned legs with athletic calves and plump muscular thighs. Her hips were wide and well suited for child baring, and her rear considerably large, soft, smooth, and round. It gave her a distinctly fertile appeal about her femininity. Melonia gave her stomach a tender pat, it was flat and soft, betraying the well toned musculature beneath. Her waist was tantalizingly thin and lithe, and her torso narrow and svelte. This stood in stark contrast to the nature of her chest, as Melonia commanded an impressively large bosom. Great fleshy round breasts, supple and perky despite their considerable endowment. They bounced lightly with each step when unsupported by her armor or more modest choice in attire. Either way, Melonia had a significantly hourglass figure, one she adored and frequently flaunted before superiors and inferiors alike. It made for a useful tool of persuasion and coercion, among other things.
Melonia gave herself a kiss in the mirror, blowing the gesture to her reflection with the flick of a hand. "Love ya beautiful, don't ever change." She said with a wink, turning to step into her showering unit. A press of a button and water came out hot and scalding from jets on all sides, spraying her figure utterly with the cleansing solution. Melonia grabbed for a block of soap, running it over her body and scrubbing herself clean of the filth of a long night's sleep. When she finished the woman retrieved a bottle of shampoo, pouring out a thick dollop and scrubbing it vigorously into her great length of hair. Working it into a thick white lather as she began to gain ground in the one woman war Melonia raged daily against her tremendous head of hair. Coalescing it into the makings of her signature ponytail and shaping her hair into its familiar spiked pattern until she was satisfied that once more she had emerged victorious over the foe known as bed-head. A quick rinse had white streams of suds and bubbles trailing down Melonia's body into the drain below, followed immediately by a blast of heated hair like a full body blow dryer. A finger reached out to turn off the showering apparatus and the Saiyan stepped out feeling cleansed and refreshed for the day ahead. A quick brushing of her pearl white teeth followed, and a quick speed drying of the damp hair of her long monkey tail. Melonia also scented it with perfume so it lacked some of the more... animalistic musk Saiyan tails tended to emit when their owners worked up a good sweat.
Returning to her bedchamber Melonia moved to the small closet along the wall, sliding open the door to reveal several identical sets of her Battle Armor, as well as matching sets of lighter armor, civilian clothes, and a significant collection of skirts, dresses, and gowns. Naturally she grabbed her favorite set of armor, the one she had been granted by superiors for reaching her current military rank. It was standard in design for full battle armor, featuring the familiar shoulder, crotch, and waist guards that made lesser races tremble in fear as the sun glinted off the polished mail. Melonia's featured a violet shaded undergarment, the skintight one piece that shielded her body from the general nuisances of a planet and provided a soft breathable fabric that had unmatched elasticity. The main breastplate was a silvery white, polished like the face of a pearl and forged from composite materials that could withstand extreme conventional ordinance, and survive all but the toughest ki based attacks with relative ease. The additional carapace plating was Melonia's favored personal touch, the adorning plates a bright and vibrant shade of hot pink. It gave her armor a distinctly feminine sense about it, and stood in stark contrast to what she saw as the more boring standard issue tans and browns.
Smiling to herself Melonia quickly slipped on the Battle Armor, feeling it glide seamlessly over her womanly curves like a full body glove. A bit of adjustment and the neckline was just the way she liked it, high and modest, protecting her favorite assets beneath the hardest part of her armor. A set of matching white boots and a pair of similarly colored gloves came next, with Melonia clenching and unclenching her fists to test the fit before she was content in her apparel. Last but not least, Melonia stepped up to her bedside nightstand to retrieve a pair of large bracelets designed to help maintain the shape of her hair. She had many sets, each in her signature pink and of varying levels of weight. The Saiyan beauty deftly worked her hair into a long ponytail, one that stretched down to mid thigh before she wove the hairstyle through the two sets of hair tie bracelets. They maintained the shape of her otherwise unruly locks and added an additional source of resistance weight training. Melonia gave her head a shake as she finished, feeling the artificially dense accessories swinging her ponytail with the weight of a wrecking ball. They were getting lighter, she'd need purchase a heavier set soon. "Good." Melonia thought to herself, adoring how much stronger she was now than when she had first joined the Saiyan Alliance military.
Giving herself one final examination in a floor to ceiling mirror the Saiyan beauty finally decided she was dressed and ready to greet the day, though not before adjusting one last stray wisp of hair to fall perfectly into place. Another long day of training, patrols, lunch, and more training would follow. She'd wasted enough time on appearances so far, opening the door to her suite and stepping out into the brightly lit hallway beyond. As the door sealed behind her Melonia listened for the faint click of the autolocks engaging behind her as she turned to depart. "I'm hungry..." The woman muttered allowed, heading right down the corridor to join in the throngs of other Saiyans that were en route for the mess hall, where she would happily gorge herself on succulent food before heading out to the drill yard to begin her morning sparring exercises with the other members of her platoon.
Reward Requested: (Power Level!)
