Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2016 0:04:13 GMT -5
Rukia Date
Name: Rukia Date
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Homeworld: Earth
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Standing at the height of 5'6", Rukia might not be the kind of girl you think she is. Although she does care enough about her appearance to have no qualms with spending money on clothing, or other beauty treatments, it is only because she enjoys feeling superior. Which, as a vampire, is quite easy to do amongst humans. But since they're a necessary source for her to feed off of, there is a more curious side she shows, when hearing something of interest.
It's unlike her usual triumphant smile, as it reflects the human side of her, that had been purposely abandoned, in order to receive the power that came with being a vampire. One which as a secret society, she takes out amongst other members of this kin of hers, showing that she isn't just a girl who plays with her food. It is perhaps also the only time when she gets to let go of all the frustrations that comes with living a double life as a vampire.
Backstory:
Being a vampire was perhaps the greatest thing to ever happen to her.
Originally just a bookworm living in West City, her life was as normal as it could be, with the numerous races that lived on earth. She had only a few that she could truly called friends, and her cousin, who attended the same school, was known to be the better half. One who despite being a complete contrast to her, still believed in the idea that family was something that was important, and like her two best friends, encouraged her to do more with her life.
Apparently, studying and fixing other people's rather simple issues, wasn't enough of a life to live by. Although she still kept their words on her mind, it was an issue that she didn't really understand exactly what they had meant. She was happy, so what exactly was she missing, that her cousin apparently had?
The answer had came to her after a classmate, who was rather enamored with the other species living on earth, became unusually happy. This was a girl who had her head in the clouds, drawing pictures of beings humans considered to be monsters, despite being forced to live amongst them to avoid extinction. Her curious side took over, and upon questioning the girl, who had her go through a series of security measures that visibly annoyed her, she was led to meet these 'new friends' that she was told of. This was after hours, and in a secluded area that most students wouldn't even think to check.
What she learned of, was a coven of vampires, who were rather deformed and hideous. Like they did with her classmate, an invitation was given to her into becoming a vampire, since people needed to be willing to return. It was only through their reasoning of what one usually expected, like how it wasn't an everyday opportunity, as well as a reminder of what her cousin had said to her, did she accept. Only to find that things weren't as bad as she thought.
The bite had hurt, and the feeling of her blood being drained was an odd one, but the power that came with it, brought a feeling of accomplishment that just wasn't normal. It was quite clear that nothing in life that she could ever achieve, would ever come close. And thinking back to what her cousin had meant, she realized that it likely had involved taking risks, which even being around beings like vampires, was. From there, she began to live a double life of sorts, where the feeling that she had done wrong, brought excitement for a good while. One that only continued to develop when the feeling ran out.
It had been two years since then, and she had long adjusted to finding a niche that satisfied her.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT-2] Slam
50% of PL in damage.
[li][OT-1] Bite[/li]
Shapeshifting or not, biting is one thing that has become a staple.
25% of PL in damage.
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Support Tiers
- [ST-1] Bat - Flight
[li][ST-1] Sense
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The smell of blood as a bat or wolf, brings out what she can't normally sense.
Allows her to detect someone's presence through their blood.
[li][ST-1] Ki Suppression[/li]
She lowers her ki until it's around that of an untrained human.
Allows her to hide her ki.
[li][ST-1] Flight or Fight[/li]
Since becoming a vampire, dodging has become a staple of her life.
Dodges up to 100% of her PL.
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Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Power.
It was something that she had craved, ever since becoming a vampire, and was quite different from the feeling she got when she had turned. This one yearned for something more, and lately, that desire couldn't be filled with just a few sips of blood, nor any bouts against the coven who took her in.
She felt like she could drain a full town of their blood, but that would bring attention that they didn't need. It would also be a decision she would feel shameful of after, knowing just how much she had established around here, that they needed to bring reasoning with the decisions they made.
Not knowing the issue, being one to solve them herself, agitated her in ways she just couldn't keep subtle. And it was clear to those around her, who noticed the intensity in her eyes. The sun hadn't even gone down all that long, and they were still waiting on a few others to come and show up.
So a bout against the others wasn't out of the question. It just felt like it wouldn't help with whatever she was dealing with. As a human, this would be dealt with by solving other people's issues, and ignoring her own. But her fellow kin led private lives, which was understandable, yet despicable.
With no real choice however, she sat at their hideout, which lied underground. It was dark, and the entire room was lit with only lamps, but it was enough to see and do what they wanted. A few snaps of her fingers, had signaled the lesser members of the coven, who were either new, or just unwilling to embrace the life they had chosen. A life that they couldn't leave, unless they wanted their family dead, and themselves as well.
A warning that she was unphased by, and made known through showing what she was capable of doing. Most of the members here weren't even too far off from her own age, though the hierarchy had enough of those experienced, for this whole thing to keep itself running in the first place.
Some refreshments that came in the form of blood in a vial, was given to her, before those two had scattered off. She uncapped the lid, and carefully took a sip, as a feeling of euphoria hit her. What was once just something that tasted like iron, become sustenance that she enjoyed to the brim.
Each vial was drained of its blood, even if she had to turn into a bat and get the rest. For a moment, drinking this had seemed to wipe away the feeling of aggression, only for it to come back again, and caused her to stare in disappointment. The vials were set aside, and a strand of her hair was brushed away and to the back of her hair, as she adjusted herself. A look in her pocket mirror was given too, making sure there wasn't any she missed.
Satisfied it had been a clean drink as it usually was, she adjusted her position in the seat, just as the brethren they were waiting for had arrived. There were no announcements to be had in this coven. Just bloodshed. Couldn't have too many vampires around after all, or things would go wrong.
Bodies moved, and clothing was torn to shreds, as she watched from her throne with a smirk.
Reward Requested: (PL)
It was something that she had craved, ever since becoming a vampire, and was quite different from the feeling she got when she had turned. This one yearned for something more, and lately, that desire couldn't be filled with just a few sips of blood, nor any bouts against the coven who took her in.
She felt like she could drain a full town of their blood, but that would bring attention that they didn't need. It would also be a decision she would feel shameful of after, knowing just how much she had established around here, that they needed to bring reasoning with the decisions they made.
Not knowing the issue, being one to solve them herself, agitated her in ways she just couldn't keep subtle. And it was clear to those around her, who noticed the intensity in her eyes. The sun hadn't even gone down all that long, and they were still waiting on a few others to come and show up.
So a bout against the others wasn't out of the question. It just felt like it wouldn't help with whatever she was dealing with. As a human, this would be dealt with by solving other people's issues, and ignoring her own. But her fellow kin led private lives, which was understandable, yet despicable.
With no real choice however, she sat at their hideout, which lied underground. It was dark, and the entire room was lit with only lamps, but it was enough to see and do what they wanted. A few snaps of her fingers, had signaled the lesser members of the coven, who were either new, or just unwilling to embrace the life they had chosen. A life that they couldn't leave, unless they wanted their family dead, and themselves as well.
A warning that she was unphased by, and made known through showing what she was capable of doing. Most of the members here weren't even too far off from her own age, though the hierarchy had enough of those experienced, for this whole thing to keep itself running in the first place.
Some refreshments that came in the form of blood in a vial, was given to her, before those two had scattered off. She uncapped the lid, and carefully took a sip, as a feeling of euphoria hit her. What was once just something that tasted like iron, become sustenance that she enjoyed to the brim.
Each vial was drained of its blood, even if she had to turn into a bat and get the rest. For a moment, drinking this had seemed to wipe away the feeling of aggression, only for it to come back again, and caused her to stare in disappointment. The vials were set aside, and a strand of her hair was brushed away and to the back of her hair, as she adjusted herself. A look in her pocket mirror was given too, making sure there wasn't any she missed.
Satisfied it had been a clean drink as it usually was, she adjusted her position in the seat, just as the brethren they were waiting for had arrived. There were no announcements to be had in this coven. Just bloodshed. Couldn't have too many vampires around after all, or things would go wrong.
Bodies moved, and clothing was torn to shreds, as she watched from her throne with a smirk.
Reward Requested: (PL)