Post by Vepar on Jul 15, 2017 0:54:29 GMT -5
Vepar
Name: Vepar
Age: 18
Race: Demon/Tuffle Hybrid (Demon Dominant)
Gender: Female
Universe: 6
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Apple Red
Identifying Markers: Beady red eyes, extremely tall for a Tuffle. Several cutting scars across her body, noticeably on her hands and back.
Personality:
Vepar is an active youth. Unlike a lot of her peers around her the demon is peppy and full of energy 24/7. A natural chatterbox to most people's annoyance. When she isn't hyperactive she's usually down and dreary. Perhaps even just tired from a long day. That's just the typical side of Vepar that comes out every day, the demon has her roots deep inside those viler of beasts that live among the tuffle people.
She takes a disturbingly high amount of joy and pleasure from inflicting and receiving pain. Not to mention her lenience towards allowing suffering and participating in torturous acts just to get off from time to time. A natural born delinquent. If Vepar can get away with it she'll usually do it. Even friends aren't safe from a slip of her punching hand or the likes. Because of the above reasons the girl has a public disdain for authority and other public figures, so bold as to mock them and call them out on any wrongdoings because they'd always be against what she thought as fun.
Vepar doesn't particularly like the way she looks. Too tall for a Tuffle, too short for a human-sized demon. She detests her own bodily features and keeps things particularly natural out of neglect. She'll cut her hair short just to make it look anywhere near how she'd want it. She likes to keep most of her body hidden, even going as far as to wear gloves constantly and sometimes don masks and sunglasses.
Likes/Dislikes: +Fun; +Misery; +Anarchy; +Adventure; +Fights; +Pain; +Graffiti; +Spicy Foods; +Vidya Games; +Music; -Goody Two-shoes; -Authority; -Xenophobes and Racists; -Puritans; -Debby Downers; -Absolute Nerds; -
Aspirations: "Enjoy life and get rid of those who don't want me to enjoy it."
Homeworld: Plant
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Plant
Appearance:
Vepar is a tall and lithe tuffle demon hybrid, just a couple inches short of five feet. Light complexion, weasel-faced. You'd see her and instantly recognize her a as a punk. The apple red eyes don't help conceal anything underneath a part time cheery smile, part time sadistic smile. Overall, overly tomboyish. Has to do mainly with her not really liking herself as a body.
The demon covers up with some tight black spandex, covered up further by a black and red jacket, rolled up sleeves and a stuck up collar to boot. Most of her forearms are covered with heavy duty work gloves, cut off to be finger-less at the second knuckles. She usually packs around cans of paint and other accessories to tag and spray around wherever she saw fit. You can always expect some handheld device on her as well, something she'd always pull out when bored.
Backstory:
The girl would rather forget the times before now, but this was her story she had to tell. It's assumed Vepar was raised up to at least the age she could properly walk and feed herself because for most of her early childhood she was left to the streets. Living a rat's life as her single mother knew exactly what her offspring was; A demon in disguise. Guilt eventually convinced the woman to get rid of the child. The younger Vepar had to learn to make use of the city itself pretty early on. Beggaring was a start for such a younger kid but it brought a lot of attention. And she wasn't exactly normal. Eventually a group of streetwise thugs came in and swept the girl from under her feet to be raised like one of them. They were all street rats after all. They made their home out of the sight of society.
Vepar was raised to know the police force on her precious planet was an authoritarian state, just keeping out the lower, dumber of the tuffles that have been unable to make anything of themselves. This lower caste included herself, she It was common her gang would commit individual muggings and other malicious small-scale crime. While it was all nice and it got them all by it was the young blood of the group to eventually come up with going bigger. She was barely into her teens and she looked like a full grown Tuffle, so she passed off as part of the gang in intimidation. Eventually robing a few poor sods blind and holding up shops. Their smaller group grew a good bit as an addition and the younger Vepar to be one of the more influential of them.
For the most part these infractions they have gotten away with as a group. It was just a couple years back that the teenage Vepar lead the group into a bank heist. It'd be their biggest pull yet and they could live their life off it if they played their cards right. Before they could attempt it at all however a mole within the group came clean to the Tuffle Forces, who sent a few squads out to arrest the upcoming offenders. Apparently the mole had been in there for a while and waited for something huge to report the infraction on. Vepar was well over the size of any her peers now, so she was originally charged both as a foreigner and adult; The fact her defense lawyer was able to prove the youth's age and nationality saved her ass from serving. Instead, seeing as she had been called out as a Demon, she was put on close watch and given rehab as she'd need to clean up her act.
After about a year of that the demon was forced then to wear a tracking device and told she wasn't allowed off planet or into most populated districts. Vepar had no plans on reintegrating into society anyways. Despite getting a lowlife job and holding a small apartment of her own now for a year the demon has shown vocal and demonstrative disdain towards neighbors, the force, and society as a whole. Under the scene she still had a 'sidejob', anyways. It wasn't entirely that Vepar took up the gang life because she needed it. No.
She enjoyed it all.
Techniques: Balanced Tree
Offense
[OT-1] Explosive Spray Can - When worse comes to worse, Vepar can utilize her artisan tools. With a bit of force the pressurized can smacks into the target and explodes in a fury of fire.
[25% PL Damage, requires no stamina. Can only be used once a thread as per the Tuffle Racial.]
[OT-1] Delinquent Shot - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip.
[25% PL Damage.]
[OT-2] Delinquent Bang - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index and middle finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip.
[50% PL Damage.]
[VT-1] Precise Delinquent - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip. She has thoughtful control over the trajectory, making it hard to navigate around.
[25% PL Damage, undodgeable.]
[VT-1] Dual Delinquents - Vepar will make gun fingers with her index finger extended on both hands, aiming them like a gun. Typically shouting 'pow!' several times as she fires in rapid succession.
[25% PL Damage, splitting effect.]
Support
[ST-1] Demon Shift - In a instant Vepar can disappear and reappear in a location she can see within a few feet of herself, leaving a small trail of red mist behind her wake.
[100% PL dodge.]
[ST-2] Demon Blink - In a instant Vepar can disappear and reappear in a location she can see within a few feet of herself, leaving a small trail of red mist behind her wake.
[175% PL dodge.]
[PT-1] No pain, No gain - Vepar lives for it. The adrenaline, the rush. It's one of the better feelings in her life. In a twist of things she can harm herself in order to get that extra kick put to use.
[Vepar can cause anywhere up to 30% PL of damage to herself in order to empower an attack by the same amount of PL dealt. Cannot be charged on its own but can be added to charged attacks.]
[ST-1] Kiss of Death - Vepar blows a smarmy kiss, manifesting energy into the suggestion as forming a light pink lip shape meant to follow towards a target. Upon impact the dazzling lip shape explodes in a bright light.
[50% PL non-damaging stun.]
[ST-1] Kiss of Life - Vepar kisses somewhere on the target's body, something within the demon causing the contact to regenerate scrapes and cuts on the individual.
[Heals minor to moderate wounds.]
Unique
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Basic Scouter
Roleplay Example:
"Say, I don't remember this place looking so ugly. Overdue for a bit of a makeover I'd say."
The young demon found herself against the side of a less than modern building. While overall the Tuffle's cities had been entirely industrialized with sleek and technological designs some were left forsaken. A shame, some of the more expensive houses could use some color too. It spelled bad news for the owners of this shack by comparison that she stood near; the young demon was allowed around these parts.
"Maybe it's the color. So bland, mono. Dull. Good thing I got some neon colors in here, really pop out the rivets!"
Vepar was murmuring to herself a little more than at whisper volumes, rummaging in a bag she usually took to work. There is where she's going to pluck out a wide variety of aerosol cans sprays, carving tools, and small cans of paint. Good old fashioned physical decor, a lot of people would rather let machines apply decals but there's no fun in that. Nobody was around to see her pop open her spray cans and start with spraying a background canvas of solid, glowing white.
"Now, design? I think a big ugly face to match the house would work!"
She was now just loudly talking to herself,grabbing another spray can and covering some of the background with an almost identically solid color of tan. She had to shake the can a bit mid way to get the last bit of life out of it before it went empty, getting tossed to the side haphazardly soon after. Then she'd grab another can and shake it in anticipation.
"Details... Details! Whoosh, shoo, shoo! Pew pew pew! Hyaaah!"
She started getting a little too into her work, putting fine waves and gestures into her arms and feetwork while she moved with the flow. Painting the once barren wall to her hearts content. Laughing obnoxiously to the sound and beat of her work. As if in some trance she didn't even realize she was done with her artwork so quickly. She tossed another can to the side to be picked up later, leaning up against her beautiful wall that she suddenly endeared.
"Hahah, yes! It's just missing one thing!"
She pulled back to grab a can of paint and just grab a glob of it into her gloved hand, smearing this brown mess of paint over the canvas before stepping back and admiring the work from a distance now. What was it she was so proud of?
It was a crude drawing of a face with a mustache, looking ridiculously stupid and childish yet.. well made. It bore some havy resemblance to a current politician.
"Hey, what the hell- Huh?"
A passerby had run the round corner to see the vandalizing artist vanish with all her equipment, laughing at the top of her lungs as she seamlessly made her escape.
Reward Requested: Zeni
Name: Vepar
Age: 18
Race: Demon/Tuffle Hybrid (Demon Dominant)
Gender: Female
Universe: 6
Height: 4'10"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Apple Red
Identifying Markers: Beady red eyes, extremely tall for a Tuffle. Several cutting scars across her body, noticeably on her hands and back.
Personality:
Vepar is an active youth. Unlike a lot of her peers around her the demon is peppy and full of energy 24/7. A natural chatterbox to most people's annoyance. When she isn't hyperactive she's usually down and dreary. Perhaps even just tired from a long day. That's just the typical side of Vepar that comes out every day, the demon has her roots deep inside those viler of beasts that live among the tuffle people.
She takes a disturbingly high amount of joy and pleasure from inflicting and receiving pain. Not to mention her lenience towards allowing suffering and participating in torturous acts just to get off from time to time. A natural born delinquent. If Vepar can get away with it she'll usually do it. Even friends aren't safe from a slip of her punching hand or the likes. Because of the above reasons the girl has a public disdain for authority and other public figures, so bold as to mock them and call them out on any wrongdoings because they'd always be against what she thought as fun.
Vepar doesn't particularly like the way she looks. Too tall for a Tuffle, too short for a human-sized demon. She detests her own bodily features and keeps things particularly natural out of neglect. She'll cut her hair short just to make it look anywhere near how she'd want it. She likes to keep most of her body hidden, even going as far as to wear gloves constantly and sometimes don masks and sunglasses.
Likes/Dislikes: +Fun; +Misery; +Anarchy; +Adventure; +Fights; +Pain; +Graffiti; +Spicy Foods; +Vidya Games; +Music; -Goody Two-shoes; -Authority; -Xenophobes and Racists; -Puritans; -Debby Downers; -Absolute Nerds; -
Aspirations: "Enjoy life and get rid of those who don't want me to enjoy it."
Homeworld: Plant
Allegiance: N/A
Starting Planet: Plant
Appearance:
Vepar is a tall and lithe tuffle demon hybrid, just a couple inches short of five feet. Light complexion, weasel-faced. You'd see her and instantly recognize her a as a punk. The apple red eyes don't help conceal anything underneath a part time cheery smile, part time sadistic smile. Overall, overly tomboyish. Has to do mainly with her not really liking herself as a body.
The demon covers up with some tight black spandex, covered up further by a black and red jacket, rolled up sleeves and a stuck up collar to boot. Most of her forearms are covered with heavy duty work gloves, cut off to be finger-less at the second knuckles. She usually packs around cans of paint and other accessories to tag and spray around wherever she saw fit. You can always expect some handheld device on her as well, something she'd always pull out when bored.
Backstory:
The girl would rather forget the times before now, but this was her story she had to tell. It's assumed Vepar was raised up to at least the age she could properly walk and feed herself because for most of her early childhood she was left to the streets. Living a rat's life as her single mother knew exactly what her offspring was; A demon in disguise. Guilt eventually convinced the woman to get rid of the child. The younger Vepar had to learn to make use of the city itself pretty early on. Beggaring was a start for such a younger kid but it brought a lot of attention. And she wasn't exactly normal. Eventually a group of streetwise thugs came in and swept the girl from under her feet to be raised like one of them. They were all street rats after all. They made their home out of the sight of society.
Vepar was raised to know the police force on her precious planet was an authoritarian state, just keeping out the lower, dumber of the tuffles that have been unable to make anything of themselves. This lower caste included herself, she It was common her gang would commit individual muggings and other malicious small-scale crime. While it was all nice and it got them all by it was the young blood of the group to eventually come up with going bigger. She was barely into her teens and she looked like a full grown Tuffle, so she passed off as part of the gang in intimidation. Eventually robing a few poor sods blind and holding up shops. Their smaller group grew a good bit as an addition and the younger Vepar to be one of the more influential of them.
For the most part these infractions they have gotten away with as a group. It was just a couple years back that the teenage Vepar lead the group into a bank heist. It'd be their biggest pull yet and they could live their life off it if they played their cards right. Before they could attempt it at all however a mole within the group came clean to the Tuffle Forces, who sent a few squads out to arrest the upcoming offenders. Apparently the mole had been in there for a while and waited for something huge to report the infraction on. Vepar was well over the size of any her peers now, so she was originally charged both as a foreigner and adult; The fact her defense lawyer was able to prove the youth's age and nationality saved her ass from serving. Instead, seeing as she had been called out as a Demon, she was put on close watch and given rehab as she'd need to clean up her act.
After about a year of that the demon was forced then to wear a tracking device and told she wasn't allowed off planet or into most populated districts. Vepar had no plans on reintegrating into society anyways. Despite getting a lowlife job and holding a small apartment of her own now for a year the demon has shown vocal and demonstrative disdain towards neighbors, the force, and society as a whole. Under the scene she still had a 'sidejob', anyways. It wasn't entirely that Vepar took up the gang life because she needed it. No.
She enjoyed it all.
"Pay with the money or blood, hun. I do enjoy a good crimson show!""
Techniques: Balanced Tree
Offense
[OT-1] Explosive Spray Can - When worse comes to worse, Vepar can utilize her artisan tools. With a bit of force the pressurized can smacks into the target and explodes in a fury of fire.
[25% PL Damage, requires no stamina. Can only be used once a thread as per the Tuffle Racial.]
[OT-1] Delinquent Shot - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip.
[25% PL Damage.]
[OT-2] Delinquent Bang - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index and middle finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip.
[50% PL Damage.]
[VT-1] Precise Delinquent - Vepar will make a gun finger with her index finger extended and aim like a gun, usually shouting 'pow!' as she lets off a condensed shot of red energy from her fingertip. She has thoughtful control over the trajectory, making it hard to navigate around.
[25% PL Damage, undodgeable.]
[VT-1] Dual Delinquents - Vepar will make gun fingers with her index finger extended on both hands, aiming them like a gun. Typically shouting 'pow!' several times as she fires in rapid succession.
[25% PL Damage, splitting effect.]
Support
[ST-1] Demon Shift - In a instant Vepar can disappear and reappear in a location she can see within a few feet of herself, leaving a small trail of red mist behind her wake.
[100% PL dodge.]
[ST-2] Demon Blink - In a instant Vepar can disappear and reappear in a location she can see within a few feet of herself, leaving a small trail of red mist behind her wake.
[175% PL dodge.]
[PT-1] No pain, No gain - Vepar lives for it. The adrenaline, the rush. It's one of the better feelings in her life. In a twist of things she can harm herself in order to get that extra kick put to use.
[Vepar can cause anywhere up to 30% PL of damage to herself in order to empower an attack by the same amount of PL dealt. Cannot be charged on its own but can be added to charged attacks.]
[ST-1] Kiss of Death - Vepar blows a smarmy kiss, manifesting energy into the suggestion as forming a light pink lip shape meant to follow towards a target. Upon impact the dazzling lip shape explodes in a bright light.
[50% PL non-damaging stun.]
[ST-1] Kiss of Life - Vepar kisses somewhere on the target's body, something within the demon causing the contact to regenerate scrapes and cuts on the individual.
[Heals minor to moderate wounds.]
Unique
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Basic Scouter
Roleplay Example:
"Say, I don't remember this place looking so ugly. Overdue for a bit of a makeover I'd say."
The young demon found herself against the side of a less than modern building. While overall the Tuffle's cities had been entirely industrialized with sleek and technological designs some were left forsaken. A shame, some of the more expensive houses could use some color too. It spelled bad news for the owners of this shack by comparison that she stood near; the young demon was allowed around these parts.
"Maybe it's the color. So bland, mono. Dull. Good thing I got some neon colors in here, really pop out the rivets!"
Vepar was murmuring to herself a little more than at whisper volumes, rummaging in a bag she usually took to work. There is where she's going to pluck out a wide variety of aerosol cans sprays, carving tools, and small cans of paint. Good old fashioned physical decor, a lot of people would rather let machines apply decals but there's no fun in that. Nobody was around to see her pop open her spray cans and start with spraying a background canvas of solid, glowing white.
"Now, design? I think a big ugly face to match the house would work!"
She was now just loudly talking to herself,grabbing another spray can and covering some of the background with an almost identically solid color of tan. She had to shake the can a bit mid way to get the last bit of life out of it before it went empty, getting tossed to the side haphazardly soon after. Then she'd grab another can and shake it in anticipation.
"Details... Details! Whoosh, shoo, shoo! Pew pew pew! Hyaaah!"
She started getting a little too into her work, putting fine waves and gestures into her arms and feetwork while she moved with the flow. Painting the once barren wall to her hearts content. Laughing obnoxiously to the sound and beat of her work. As if in some trance she didn't even realize she was done with her artwork so quickly. She tossed another can to the side to be picked up later, leaning up against her beautiful wall that she suddenly endeared.
"Hahah, yes! It's just missing one thing!"
She pulled back to grab a can of paint and just grab a glob of it into her gloved hand, smearing this brown mess of paint over the canvas before stepping back and admiring the work from a distance now. What was it she was so proud of?
It was a crude drawing of a face with a mustache, looking ridiculously stupid and childish yet.. well made. It bore some havy resemblance to a current politician.
"Hey, what the hell- Huh?"
A passerby had run the round corner to see the vandalizing artist vanish with all her equipment, laughing at the top of her lungs as she seamlessly made her escape.
Reward Requested: Zeni
