Post by Mizuri on Jul 30, 2018 21:20:38 GMT -5
CHARACTER BIO
NAME:
Imoya
RACE:
Saiyan
AGE:
26
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT/WEIGHT:
6'2" / 163lbs
APPEARANCE:
MOTIVATIONS:
Imoya's saiyan blood drives her on with single-minded determination, focused on but one goal- to fight. She is neither a peacekeeper nor a tyrant, bound only to her own whims. If defeated in battle, she might become a little obsessive about returning the favor.
QUIRKS:
Imoya loves meat dishes, even those that are so... 'exotic' that most would grow ill simply from the scent alone. At some point she managed to develop an iron stomach as a result of her eating habits, to the point where she is able to eat almost anything without negative effects. Like most Saiyans, pulling on her tail will in fact weaken her significantly- which is why she keeps it wrapped around her waist. For safety!
BONDS:
None! Imoya has no family or friends to speak of- she killed her father and the memories of her late mother are long forgotten. Given her nature, it's just as easy to form an alliance with her as it is for her to attack out of the blue, though most 'friendships' are transitory.
BACKSTORY:
Imoya's parents were a pair of pure blooded Saiyans- both mercenaries. Once she was born, her mother took a temporary retirement in order to care for her child. Once Imoya was about three years old, her mother figured she would be self-sufficent enough to handle herself and rejoined her partner. But, Imoya's mother had grown weaker over the years she was out of action. Her instincts lost their sharpness, her skills were rusty, and her power waned. The woman overestimated her own abilities, and ultimately she was killed on the first mission she returned to. Her father was furious- not that he had lost his mate, but that he had bred with someone so weak as to die on such a simple job. After the loss he turned his attention towards his daughter.
He regularly beat Imoya half to death during their 'training' sessions, leaving her behind to heal before he returned and dragged her into another spar. Each time she recovered, her power grew exponentially, until sometime around her twelfth birthday. Her father returned from yet another frustratingly easy mission and decided to take it out on his daughter. But this time was different. She had gained enough power to match him blow for blow, and then, she drove her fist through his chest. The man clung to his daughter as the life ebbed from his body, listening to the final words that were forced from his collapsed lungs: "I'm so proud."
Perhaps a normal being would have felt remorse after killing their kin, but it only served to arouse her Saiyan blood. This had been her first victory, the first after a countless string of losses. She wanted more, more battles, more power. So, she left the place that she had once known as home for good. Money was of no object, so she chose to leave her late father's contracts unfulfilled. Her destiny was her own.
Shortly after she left home, a rival mercenary had managed to track Imoya down in search of her father. The man wanted revenge, but when she explained that her old man had bit the dust, he challenged her instead. A mistake. She had just finished beating him into the ground just in time for a small group of Galactic Patrolmen to arrive, attracted by the battle. Imoya thought it would be fun to 'play' with the newcomers... but as the only person she'd ever known up to that point was her father, a seasoned warrior himself, she overestimated how strong others must be. Before she knew it, she'd already killed the lot of them. With a shrug she simply flew off and left their bodies to rot, completely oblivious to the fact that she was now a wanted criminal.
The Galactic Patrol chased after her relentlessly from that point on. Without regard for who they were or what their purpose was, she slaughtered all who dared oppose her. Over, and over... but even a ferocious beast could not fight forever. On one fateful day she was beset upon by the heroic hoards, wearing her down bit by bit until they finally managed to claim the life of the Saiyan pirate Imoya.
CALL TO ACTION:
For three long, long years Imoya remained trapped in hell. Both in the literal and figurative sense. In her mind, she was tortured ceaselessly by cute little animal critters that force fed her veterinarian meals all day long. No fighting, no meat- just affection and kale smoothies. She could only take so much before her sanity broke. The Saiyan warrior went utterly berserk, power surging as she tore through her bindings and shattered the illusion. But even once she found herself in hell, her rage only grew as she went on a rampage, destroying everything and anyone that crossed her path. So she wanders, lost in a half-dazed state and lashing out at anything that moves.
CHARACTER BUILD
LINK TO V1 CHARACTER SHEET:
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1U150xX9c8exgZS4YkA0KwaTDYdLKKIZjtu5nsFZ5NN4/edit#gid=2119114505
FIGHTING STYLE:
Brutal
V1 - MP REFUNDED:
32
V2 BUY MASTERIES:
Potential:
6
Ability:
2
Technique:
0
DISTRIBUTE SKILL POINTS:
Fighting:
35 + 5
Energy Control:
25 + 5
Reflexes:
20
Resilience:
0
PICK TRAITS:
IMPACT
BLITZ
INFUSE
PICK TRANSFORMATION PERKS:
N/A
CREATE SUPER ATTACKS:
N/A
PICK TECHNIQUES:
DRUNKEN FIST
CLASH
EIGHT ARMS
RANK SUPER ATTACKS/TECHNIQUES:
[Rank 1]
Drunken Fist
Clash
Eight Arms
V1 - ZENI GAINED:
New Character Bonus - 20,000Z
Rare Item x3 - 60,000Z
Common Item x1 - 10,000Z
Freighter - 40,000Z
Dojo - 40,000Z
Shard x4 - 10,000Z
BASES/FACILITIES RETAINED:
NONE
DRAGONBALLS RETAINED:
NONE
ARTIFACT RETAINED:
NONE
BUY AND EQUIP:
WEIGHTED CLOTHING - 30,000Z
KAI WEIGHTS - 20,000Z
WAR CRUISER - 60,000Z
PORTAL - 35,000Z
V2 - MP REMAINING:
1
V2 - ZENI REMAINING:
35,000Z
NAME:
Imoya
RACE:
Saiyan
AGE:
26
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT/WEIGHT:
6'2" / 163lbs
APPEARANCE:
MOTIVATIONS:
Imoya's saiyan blood drives her on with single-minded determination, focused on but one goal- to fight. She is neither a peacekeeper nor a tyrant, bound only to her own whims. If defeated in battle, she might become a little obsessive about returning the favor.
QUIRKS:
Imoya loves meat dishes, even those that are so... 'exotic' that most would grow ill simply from the scent alone. At some point she managed to develop an iron stomach as a result of her eating habits, to the point where she is able to eat almost anything without negative effects. Like most Saiyans, pulling on her tail will in fact weaken her significantly- which is why she keeps it wrapped around her waist. For safety!
BONDS:
None! Imoya has no family or friends to speak of- she killed her father and the memories of her late mother are long forgotten. Given her nature, it's just as easy to form an alliance with her as it is for her to attack out of the blue, though most 'friendships' are transitory.
BACKSTORY:
Imoya's parents were a pair of pure blooded Saiyans- both mercenaries. Once she was born, her mother took a temporary retirement in order to care for her child. Once Imoya was about three years old, her mother figured she would be self-sufficent enough to handle herself and rejoined her partner. But, Imoya's mother had grown weaker over the years she was out of action. Her instincts lost their sharpness, her skills were rusty, and her power waned. The woman overestimated her own abilities, and ultimately she was killed on the first mission she returned to. Her father was furious- not that he had lost his mate, but that he had bred with someone so weak as to die on such a simple job. After the loss he turned his attention towards his daughter.
He regularly beat Imoya half to death during their 'training' sessions, leaving her behind to heal before he returned and dragged her into another spar. Each time she recovered, her power grew exponentially, until sometime around her twelfth birthday. Her father returned from yet another frustratingly easy mission and decided to take it out on his daughter. But this time was different. She had gained enough power to match him blow for blow, and then, she drove her fist through his chest. The man clung to his daughter as the life ebbed from his body, listening to the final words that were forced from his collapsed lungs: "I'm so proud."
Perhaps a normal being would have felt remorse after killing their kin, but it only served to arouse her Saiyan blood. This had been her first victory, the first after a countless string of losses. She wanted more, more battles, more power. So, she left the place that she had once known as home for good. Money was of no object, so she chose to leave her late father's contracts unfulfilled. Her destiny was her own.
Shortly after she left home, a rival mercenary had managed to track Imoya down in search of her father. The man wanted revenge, but when she explained that her old man had bit the dust, he challenged her instead. A mistake. She had just finished beating him into the ground just in time for a small group of Galactic Patrolmen to arrive, attracted by the battle. Imoya thought it would be fun to 'play' with the newcomers... but as the only person she'd ever known up to that point was her father, a seasoned warrior himself, she overestimated how strong others must be. Before she knew it, she'd already killed the lot of them. With a shrug she simply flew off and left their bodies to rot, completely oblivious to the fact that she was now a wanted criminal.
The Galactic Patrol chased after her relentlessly from that point on. Without regard for who they were or what their purpose was, she slaughtered all who dared oppose her. Over, and over... but even a ferocious beast could not fight forever. On one fateful day she was beset upon by the heroic hoards, wearing her down bit by bit until they finally managed to claim the life of the Saiyan pirate Imoya.
CALL TO ACTION:
For three long, long years Imoya remained trapped in hell. Both in the literal and figurative sense. In her mind, she was tortured ceaselessly by cute little animal critters that force fed her veterinarian meals all day long. No fighting, no meat- just affection and kale smoothies. She could only take so much before her sanity broke. The Saiyan warrior went utterly berserk, power surging as she tore through her bindings and shattered the illusion. But even once she found herself in hell, her rage only grew as she went on a rampage, destroying everything and anyone that crossed her path. So she wanders, lost in a half-dazed state and lashing out at anything that moves.
CHARACTER BUILD
LINK TO V1 CHARACTER SHEET:
docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1U150xX9c8exgZS4YkA0KwaTDYdLKKIZjtu5nsFZ5NN4/edit#gid=2119114505
FIGHTING STYLE:
Brutal
V1 - MP REFUNDED:
32
V2 BUY MASTERIES:
Potential:
6
Ability:
2
Technique:
0
DISTRIBUTE SKILL POINTS:
Fighting:
35 + 5
Energy Control:
25 + 5
Reflexes:
20
Resilience:
0
PICK TRAITS:
IMPACT
BLITZ
INFUSE
PICK TRANSFORMATION PERKS:
N/A
CREATE SUPER ATTACKS:
N/A
PICK TECHNIQUES:
DRUNKEN FIST
CLASH
EIGHT ARMS
RANK SUPER ATTACKS/TECHNIQUES:
[Rank 1]
Drunken Fist
Clash
Eight Arms
V1 - ZENI GAINED:
New Character Bonus - 20,000Z
Rare Item x3 - 60,000Z
Common Item x1 - 10,000Z
Freighter - 40,000Z
Dojo - 40,000Z
Shard x4 - 10,000Z
BASES/FACILITIES RETAINED:
NONE
DRAGONBALLS RETAINED:
NONE
ARTIFACT RETAINED:
NONE
BUY AND EQUIP:
WEIGHTED CLOTHING - 30,000Z
KAI WEIGHTS - 20,000Z
WAR CRUISER - 60,000Z
PORTAL - 35,000Z
V2 - MP REMAINING:
1
V2 - ZENI REMAINING:
35,000Z
