Jan 25, 2024 23:46:44 GMT -5
Post by Ryoko on Jan 25, 2024 23:46:44 GMT -5
Name: Ryoko
Age: 26
Starting Planet: Frost
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan Ikari Path
Racial Traits: Warrior's Pride, Zenkai, The Tail of a Saiyan
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): Planet Trade Organization
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Her height is 5'9".
Personality: Ryoko, on the surface level, is a very serious woman. When it comes to her work, she makes sure there's nothing that can distract her from completing her goals. She holds a lot of pride towards her hacking skills and ability to gather intel. She has no mind getting her hands dirty if it comes to a battle and doesn't like to hold back. She can have a sassy and explosive temper if pushed over the edge and has a strong sense of being a wise ass, intentionally or not.
Ryoko would do whatever she could to get her own needs, from lying to straight up betrayal. She can be as heartless as she can get depending on the situation given to her. If she's doing her job, she doesn't mind getting cruel. Ryoko does enjoy the idea of torture and even better if she's the one doing it. It's a perfect tool for her to get information for the sake of her mission or for her own gains.
Not all the time is Ryoko ready to slice someone open or get right into business. She has a delicate side to her and she isn't afraid to show it. She can be extremely nurturing to her closest allies, making sure they're all okay and at their best state. The woman freely shows off her more carefree side while still being able to maintain some maturity in her. With giving affection and sympathy when needed, some may see her as a motherly figure. She doesn't, on the contrary to her sweet traits, reveal any sort of vulnerability. That's saved for a further level and reserved to those that actually deserve it.
History: Born as an orphan, Ryoko's early years were marked by the harsh training and brutal environment characteristic of her warrior race. Foreseeing the cataclysmic fate awaiting her planet when Arctic arrived to destroy her home, she took the courageous decision to flee in a Saiyan pod, just before the Changeling's annihilation of Vegeta.
Destined for Earth, Ryoko's journey took an unforeseen turn due to a malfunction in her pod's navigation system. Instead of finding refuge on the intended blue planet, she crash-landed on the icy terrain of Frost, a desolate world caught in the grip of the Planet Trade Organization's tyrannical rule.
From the moment she arrived, Ryoko faced discrimination and prejudice as a Saiyan. The Frost inhabitants viewed her with suspicion, labeling her as an outsider and a potential threat. The Planet Trade Organization, always on the lookout for powerful warriors, quickly identified Ryoko's Saiyan heritage and coerced her into servitude.
Her hardships were compounded by the organization's discriminatory treatment of Saiyans. Ryoko was subjected to demeaning tasks, given the most perilous missions, and endured constant scrutiny from her superiors. The Saiyan's strength and combat prowess, instead of earning her respect, only intensified the fear and prejudice directed at her.
The chilling conditions of Frost became an additional challenge for Ryoko to overcome. She battled not only the Organization's cruelty but also the unforgiving environment that tested her resilience on a daily basis. Yet, through it all, Ryoko clung to her Saiyan pride, determined to rise above the discrimination and prove her worth.
As time passed, Ryoko's desire for revenge and liberation morphed into a more ambitious goal – to take control of the very organization that had enslaved her. The discrimination she faced fueled her burning ambition to reshape the power dynamics within the Planet Trade Organization. Her dream was not just to escape but to wield authority and, in turn, exact retribution on those who had subjected her to prejudice and maltreatment.
Ryoko's journey became a struggle not only for survival but for the right to be recognized and respected as a Saiyan warrior. With each battle, she grew stronger, both physically and strategically, laying the groundwork for a rebellion that would challenge the Organization's oppressive rule. Ryoko's ultimate goal was not just personal freedom but to flip the tables and establish herself as a force capable of reshaping the destiny of Frost and the very organization that sought to marginalize her kind.
Techniques:
(ST1) Flight: Ryoko manipulates her ki to fly in the air.
(ST1) Ki Sense: Ryoko can sense ki in a maximum area of a small town.
(OT1) Release Succession: Ryoko releases a rapid barrage of red ki scattered all about to increase of hitting whomever is within the area of the barrage.
(OT1) Head Hunter: Ryoko throws a kick straight at the opponents head hard enough to make them lose their balance.
(OT1) Eroding Energy: Ryoko holds out a hand to charge and launch an energy wave of red ki towards her opponent.
(ST1) Tail Mastery: Ryoko can no longer be paralyzed or inconvenienced when her tail is grabbed.
Roleplay Sample: "Hmm... all of the prisoners seem to be in check. Usual behavior of aggressiveness from the excessive amounts of captivity, restlessness from the lack of reasonable conditions provided in said cells, and hostility from being shielded away from the real world, be it from on this planet or another one... but this is all but a normal pattern to observe." Ryoko whispered to herself in a monotone voice. With one final clicked of her pen, she scribbled some notes down near the bottom area of her clipboard before she clicked her pen again.
Ryoko walked down the hall that was filled with jail cells on almost every corner. She did nothing except keeping her eyes on where she was going. She kept a straight face without even giving out the slightest sense of sympathy as she passed by rabid prisoners, prisoners that cried and pleaded to be freed, and some that looked like they were on the brink of dying from the lack of nourishments they've been receiving. It was... painful to look at, but she couldn't let her emotions get in the way... not while she was on the job. She wanted to help them at least live, but if she were to do such a thing, she would end up like them or even lose her own life.
"Ryoko? Ryoko! Ryokoooo!"
The woman stopped dead in her tracks as she felt her heart thump harshly for a moment when her name was called. The voice was trembly and hoarse, but loud enough to get her attention. Still keeping a straight face, she looked over to the cell on her right. There, revealed a middle aged couple that were in terrible conditions; messy hair, dirty skin, bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and even bruises marked all over.
Ryoko took a few steps closer to the cell, her deadpan expression remaining. "Cell mates number one hundred and ninety two and one hundred and eight two." She greeted by stating their prisoner numbers. "Are you two in any need of-"
"Ryoko! Honey! I-Is... is that really you?!" The woman cried in a hushed tone.
She didn't react to the interrupted, but she was momentarily taken back. "Hmm... I see the large lack of nourishments have taken an impressive toll on your mental system. Perhaps-"
"Stop talking all of that nonsense, child! Do you not remember us? Do you not know our faces?!" The man, this time, interrupted with a loud yell and banged a hand onto the bars. "It's us, dear. It's us! We're your parents damn it!" He screamed while his hand banged against the cell bars once again.
Ryoko only blinked at the man before exhaling a deep sigh. "Perhaps this is a cry for food. I will see if I can get you something edible to slow down the effects of hallucination." She promised.
The older woman crawled to the bars, both hands feebly gripping onto this as she was on the brink of tears."Forgot the food! Ryoko, please! I know you were only so young when we were abducted into this strange yet cruel planet! I know you were only so young when we held you in our arms... But please, you must believe us! You don't belong here. WE don't belong here!" She pleaded.
"...Hmm..." Ryoko only hummed as a response to the sudden conversation she was dragged into. With a firm nod, she took a step back and turned her body around. "I will see what kind of snacks will be provided for you. If you do not like what is given to you, I'm afraid that's out of my power." And just like that, she walked away.
"R-Ryoko! No! Ryoko! Please, come back! RYOKO!!!"
Age: 26
Starting Planet: Frost
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan Ikari Path
Racial Traits: Warrior's Pride, Zenkai, The Tail of a Saiyan
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): Planet Trade Organization
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Her height is 5'9".
Personality: Ryoko, on the surface level, is a very serious woman. When it comes to her work, she makes sure there's nothing that can distract her from completing her goals. She holds a lot of pride towards her hacking skills and ability to gather intel. She has no mind getting her hands dirty if it comes to a battle and doesn't like to hold back. She can have a sassy and explosive temper if pushed over the edge and has a strong sense of being a wise ass, intentionally or not.
Ryoko would do whatever she could to get her own needs, from lying to straight up betrayal. She can be as heartless as she can get depending on the situation given to her. If she's doing her job, she doesn't mind getting cruel. Ryoko does enjoy the idea of torture and even better if she's the one doing it. It's a perfect tool for her to get information for the sake of her mission or for her own gains.
Not all the time is Ryoko ready to slice someone open or get right into business. She has a delicate side to her and she isn't afraid to show it. She can be extremely nurturing to her closest allies, making sure they're all okay and at their best state. The woman freely shows off her more carefree side while still being able to maintain some maturity in her. With giving affection and sympathy when needed, some may see her as a motherly figure. She doesn't, on the contrary to her sweet traits, reveal any sort of vulnerability. That's saved for a further level and reserved to those that actually deserve it.
History: Born as an orphan, Ryoko's early years were marked by the harsh training and brutal environment characteristic of her warrior race. Foreseeing the cataclysmic fate awaiting her planet when Arctic arrived to destroy her home, she took the courageous decision to flee in a Saiyan pod, just before the Changeling's annihilation of Vegeta.
Destined for Earth, Ryoko's journey took an unforeseen turn due to a malfunction in her pod's navigation system. Instead of finding refuge on the intended blue planet, she crash-landed on the icy terrain of Frost, a desolate world caught in the grip of the Planet Trade Organization's tyrannical rule.
From the moment she arrived, Ryoko faced discrimination and prejudice as a Saiyan. The Frost inhabitants viewed her with suspicion, labeling her as an outsider and a potential threat. The Planet Trade Organization, always on the lookout for powerful warriors, quickly identified Ryoko's Saiyan heritage and coerced her into servitude.
Her hardships were compounded by the organization's discriminatory treatment of Saiyans. Ryoko was subjected to demeaning tasks, given the most perilous missions, and endured constant scrutiny from her superiors. The Saiyan's strength and combat prowess, instead of earning her respect, only intensified the fear and prejudice directed at her.
The chilling conditions of Frost became an additional challenge for Ryoko to overcome. She battled not only the Organization's cruelty but also the unforgiving environment that tested her resilience on a daily basis. Yet, through it all, Ryoko clung to her Saiyan pride, determined to rise above the discrimination and prove her worth.
As time passed, Ryoko's desire for revenge and liberation morphed into a more ambitious goal – to take control of the very organization that had enslaved her. The discrimination she faced fueled her burning ambition to reshape the power dynamics within the Planet Trade Organization. Her dream was not just to escape but to wield authority and, in turn, exact retribution on those who had subjected her to prejudice and maltreatment.
Ryoko's journey became a struggle not only for survival but for the right to be recognized and respected as a Saiyan warrior. With each battle, she grew stronger, both physically and strategically, laying the groundwork for a rebellion that would challenge the Organization's oppressive rule. Ryoko's ultimate goal was not just personal freedom but to flip the tables and establish herself as a force capable of reshaping the destiny of Frost and the very organization that sought to marginalize her kind.
Techniques:
(ST1) Flight: Ryoko manipulates her ki to fly in the air.
(ST1) Ki Sense: Ryoko can sense ki in a maximum area of a small town.
(OT1) Release Succession: Ryoko releases a rapid barrage of red ki scattered all about to increase of hitting whomever is within the area of the barrage.
(OT1) Head Hunter: Ryoko throws a kick straight at the opponents head hard enough to make them lose their balance.
(OT1) Eroding Energy: Ryoko holds out a hand to charge and launch an energy wave of red ki towards her opponent.
(ST1) Tail Mastery: Ryoko can no longer be paralyzed or inconvenienced when her tail is grabbed.
Roleplay Sample: "Hmm... all of the prisoners seem to be in check. Usual behavior of aggressiveness from the excessive amounts of captivity, restlessness from the lack of reasonable conditions provided in said cells, and hostility from being shielded away from the real world, be it from on this planet or another one... but this is all but a normal pattern to observe." Ryoko whispered to herself in a monotone voice. With one final clicked of her pen, she scribbled some notes down near the bottom area of her clipboard before she clicked her pen again.
Ryoko walked down the hall that was filled with jail cells on almost every corner. She did nothing except keeping her eyes on where she was going. She kept a straight face without even giving out the slightest sense of sympathy as she passed by rabid prisoners, prisoners that cried and pleaded to be freed, and some that looked like they were on the brink of dying from the lack of nourishments they've been receiving. It was... painful to look at, but she couldn't let her emotions get in the way... not while she was on the job. She wanted to help them at least live, but if she were to do such a thing, she would end up like them or even lose her own life.
"Ryoko? Ryoko! Ryokoooo!"
The woman stopped dead in her tracks as she felt her heart thump harshly for a moment when her name was called. The voice was trembly and hoarse, but loud enough to get her attention. Still keeping a straight face, she looked over to the cell on her right. There, revealed a middle aged couple that were in terrible conditions; messy hair, dirty skin, bloodshot eyes, raggedy clothes, and even bruises marked all over.
Ryoko took a few steps closer to the cell, her deadpan expression remaining. "Cell mates number one hundred and ninety two and one hundred and eight two." She greeted by stating their prisoner numbers. "Are you two in any need of-"
"Ryoko! Honey! I-Is... is that really you?!" The woman cried in a hushed tone.
She didn't react to the interrupted, but she was momentarily taken back. "Hmm... I see the large lack of nourishments have taken an impressive toll on your mental system. Perhaps-"
"Stop talking all of that nonsense, child! Do you not remember us? Do you not know our faces?!" The man, this time, interrupted with a loud yell and banged a hand onto the bars. "It's us, dear. It's us! We're your parents damn it!" He screamed while his hand banged against the cell bars once again.
Ryoko only blinked at the man before exhaling a deep sigh. "Perhaps this is a cry for food. I will see if I can get you something edible to slow down the effects of hallucination." She promised.
The older woman crawled to the bars, both hands feebly gripping onto this as she was on the brink of tears."Forgot the food! Ryoko, please! I know you were only so young when we were abducted into this strange yet cruel planet! I know you were only so young when we held you in our arms... But please, you must believe us! You don't belong here. WE don't belong here!" She pleaded.
"...Hmm..." Ryoko only hummed as a response to the sudden conversation she was dragged into. With a firm nod, she took a step back and turned her body around. "I will see what kind of snacks will be provided for you. If you do not like what is given to you, I'm afraid that's out of my power." And just like that, she walked away.
"R-Ryoko! No! Ryoko! Please, come back! RYOKO!!!"