Post by Daru on Jun 19, 2023 17:47:26 GMT -5
Name: Daru
Age: 26 (Real Age 90)
Starting Planet: Frost
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Demon
Racial Traits: Interdimensional Transition, Looters, Makyo Power
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): PTO
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: (Height: 5'5")
Personality: Born to kill, live to kill, die to kill. Daru is a cutthroat individual who rarely, if not never shows any mercy to her enemies. She’s ruthless with her methods, deeming her to be clever and calculative in how she plans. Daru is never one to rush anything and provides caution in how she moves. She is confident in her skill set and what she can provide, but humble enough to recognize and even admit that there can be some holes and flaws within her plans, and know when something or someone is out of her league in terms of power. Daru knows better than to let her pride and arrogance lead her to her downfall.
A quiet woman who keeps to herself, Daru is almost always in professional mode, even in casual settings. It comes as a surprise as her mannerisms can be extremely contradictory to her cutthroat and fierce methods. She usually carries herself with grace and speaks softly. She doesn’t overtly display dominance with cruel aggression, but instead her confidence and self trust is easily at show. She rarely ever smiles, and if she does, it’s either half-asses or something of a light smirk.
Because of how she was brought up in the PTO and the unfair treatment she endured from other faction members, Daru kept to herself every time. Perhaps she can open up to the right person(s), but it’s a rare occurrence from how much distrust she has with others. Daru is aware that even her own fellow soldiers would have no problem stabbing her in the back and she’s no stranger to doing the same. At best, she keeps things vague when it comes to talking about herself. She keeps her emotions in check, but is very familiar with losing her cool every now and then. The environment of people constantly trying to one up one another made her develop thick skin with being harsh and critical to those that try and test her patience or dare try to disrespect her. Even so, Daru displays extreme loyalty to the PTO as a faction as being raised to and has high respect for members of high ranking.
Not all the time is Daru always full of bloodlust or plotting the death of someone who betrayed the faction. Deep down in the hard shell and front she has up all the time is someone who’s caring and loving overall. Unfortunately, she keeps it all locked up and doesn’t dare try to become vulnerable to the wrong person.
History: All of Daru’s life she was surrounded by the brutal conditions Frost offered and served under the PTO, bred by her parents who were captured by the organization when their appearance was made. Her parents’ fate was unknown to the young demon as she grew older, since she never met them. Concurrently, the whereabouts of her kin was never questioned nor never sought up. Fortunately for the PTO, Daru never developed any interest in her past or lineage of any kind. The unknown of a potential family legacy remained undiscovered, she was aware of her identity as a demon and recognized the abilities she held as one.
Despite the upbringing of becoming a killer and serving righteously by the PTO, respect was all but given to Daru. To most members, she appeared to them that she didn’t have what it took to be a soldier. She was teased and often mocked, especially when she was nothing more than a child soldier. At best, she was viewed as a mere low class grunt that couldn’t even handle a fly; a statement that Daru was not at all fond of. Friends or even acquaintances were an empty list, yet those were the last things she cared about. It was all about respect. Notably, Daru was mocked for having slave parents. Some soldiers thought she should’ve joined them instead of becoming a part of the PTO. The gossip and whispers pissed off the young demon greatly.
For years, Daru had to prove her worth to people that saw her as lesser with blood and sweat, but never with tears. The more missions she did, the more recognition she received and attention that came her way. Fellow soldiers slowly began to give her the respect that she rightfully deserved, while a few continued to look down on her. Throughout all the jobs and missions she was assigned to, there was one, no matter how, that stuck to her more than she admitted and one that rose whispers among the organization.
Two slaves escaped from their cells and Daru was assigned to bring them back, but she would do the mission better, to kill them. In her mind, they were fools who dared think they were above all else to try and run away, wasting everyone’s time when they should’ve known better than to think they had any sort of rights or even basic freedom. To bring them back was a mere slap on the wrist that may potentially influence other slaves to do the same and disrupt the faction’s usual functionality. To Daru, this was nothing special, just another typical mission to punish troublesome slaves accordingly.
Except these slaves weren’t like any other when she found them. They were spitting images of her, from the similarities of facial features to even more unique traits like her animalistic wolf ears and tail. The slaves who escaped were her own flesh and blood, her own two parents. It was the first time since Daru was born that she actually met, let alone saw her parents. Hope and glee was first found when they saw their daughter, but dread quickly took over their faces when they realized what she was there for.
Her parents tried to talk some sense into Daru and convince her to leave Frost with them, but she was already off the deep end. No matter how much she resembled them, they lived different lifestyles with an obvious gap between their social status. They were slaves and she was a soldier of the PTO. They may be related, but they still had roles, roles that they thought they could remove from their identity. They failed to comply with their role and Daru was there to respond suitably: death.
In the end, that’s all they were: slaved. And as such, they were dealt with for that reason. In addition to just moments before they met their end, there was something in her that made her hesitant, something never done before when it came to her missions. There was a wrenched feeling that wanted her to stop and actually hear her parents out; to sit down, talk to them, and just… be around them. It was unfortunate that Daru was able to get rid of the feeling and carry out her hit; before any of them knew it, in their weak and unstable states, they’ve met their end.
The word Daru murdering her parents (at the time, she claimed it was self defense as they were armed) sooner or later came to light among the faction. A handful of soldiers were flabbergasted at the young demon’s decision to kill her own kin right there. Many of them expected her to show mercy and bring them back as intended, even if they had weapons. To think that Daru would at least try and subdue them was very much expected, but she proved the opposite.
This was a major event that quickly sparked her solidification of being a ruthless, cold blooded soldier who didn’t spare her parents’ a second thought of survival. She has officially gained the proper respect she deserved. She felt… belonged, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted control. She wanted power, more of it, and she’d do whatever it took to get it. Even if it meant taking over not only the PTO, but the entirety of Frost.
Still and all, for some reason, the image of her dead parents became a recurring thought that continued to give Daru an aching and surprisingly regretful feeling, despite trying to convince herself they were nothing more than slaves like the others.
Techniques:
[ST1] Azur Combustion: Rather than using ki, Daru relies more on her ability to manipulate and conjure blue fire. This technique also grants her the ability to control her body heat, emitting it more than usual to help her adapt to hotter environments and warm herself up in colder environments.
[ST1] Ki Sense: Daru can sense ki.
[ST1] Flight: Daru propels a jet of blue flames under her feet as a method to fly.
[ST1] Magic Materialization: Daru uses her demonic magic to create anything. Whether it's food or a car, she can generate any mundane item as she please.
[B1O1] Blaze of Glory: Daru inhales and exhales a powerful stream of fire straight from her mouth!
Roleplay Sample:
It happened again.
A horrified gasp reverberated in Daru’s room. Sweat dripped from her chin after she rushed to sit up in bed, eyelids shot as wide as they could and chest inflating and deflating rapidly from the heavy breathing. Her eyes dashed all over the bedroom consumed in darkness in spite of seeing absolutely but the pitch black. She leaned over to the nightstand, hand out and frantically rubbing down her wall until she came across the light switch and flicked it up to turn on the light. The luminance instantly lit up what looked to be an ornate living area. Daru continued to look around the room in panic, but all she saw was nothing more than thin air.
Daru’s breathing began to settle and eventually came back to its usual calm pattern. A heavy leavy breath was inhaled then exhaled into a troubled sigh, a hand brought up and palm laid flat on her forehead to touch the sweat droplets that formed. Damn it. It. Happened. Again. That damn dream of hers that continued to pop into her head for weeks now, that damn dream of a clip replaying in her head; the clip of her murdering her parents in cold blood. Ever since it happened, she couldn’t stop thinking about it and she didn’t know why.
In nothing but her black undergarments, Daru twisted her body to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes blankly stared at the ground for a couple of seconds, almost in deep thought. In due course, she shook her head and stood up from the bed. Arms were stretched above her head while a couple of joints were head popping a couple of times. Both limbs dropped to her side and Daru began to make way for the quaint kitchen.
On the table were her pack of cigarettes, things that helped calm the young demon down whenever she was stressed. One hand picked up the pack and the other took out a thin cigarette before she threw the pack back down. The butt of the cigarette now in between her lips, she held the thumb of her free thumb up near the end of the cigarette. A small light blue flame sparked on top of their thumb as it lit the cig. One inhale of it and a quick puff of smoke escaped the small hole of her mouth, she placed her hand back down.
Just a few weeks ago, Daru was sent out on a mission to bring back escaped slaves. She had a different approach to the mission, which was to take their lives instead. It was an extreme measure, but she had good reason behind it even though the reason itself was replaced with a lie of self defense as they tried to take her own life. She believed that escaped slaves being brought back to their cells was a simple slap on the wrist, and who knew if they dared tried to do it again, or influence other slaves to do the same? No, whoever escaped had to be dealt with harshly, so others wouldn’t dare to do the same.
The slaves she dealt with weren't ordinary slaves. They were her own parents. For the first time, in that exact moment, was when she met her parents for the very first time. It was a surreal moment, but Daru knew exactly what she had to do. She never saw them prior to the incident or even had the desire to try and meet them. They were both in different lanes, different lifestyles, and Daru had no interest in trying to befriend a bunch of slaves of all types of people. It was the lack of emotional connection she had with her kin that made it somewhat easier for her to get the job done, yet for some reason… she couldn’t shake the feeling off. And she didn’t know what this feeling was.
Was it… guilt? Remorse? Regret? No. There was no reason for Daru to feel this way. They may have been her parents who she never met up until her search for them and killed them in cold blood like they were a bunch of animals, but they were also slaves. Daru was not a slave. She was different. She was a soldier. She wanted respect. She deserved respect. She earned respect. There was no way in hell would she let herself be known as the daughter to a bunch of slaves. How would it look if she were to bring them back? Only to get teased again relentlessly? All the same while, they were her parents. Her only real family on this planet. Was it all worth it? Just for the recognition from low life soldiers who don’t see much value in anything or anyone else but their own?
Damn it, this cigarette wasn’t enough to rid this stress. She needed something heavy to drink.
Age: 26 (Real Age 90)
Starting Planet: Frost
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Demon
Racial Traits: Interdimensional Transition, Looters, Makyo Power
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Balanced
Faction (Optional): PTO
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: (Height: 5'5")
Personality: Born to kill, live to kill, die to kill. Daru is a cutthroat individual who rarely, if not never shows any mercy to her enemies. She’s ruthless with her methods, deeming her to be clever and calculative in how she plans. Daru is never one to rush anything and provides caution in how she moves. She is confident in her skill set and what she can provide, but humble enough to recognize and even admit that there can be some holes and flaws within her plans, and know when something or someone is out of her league in terms of power. Daru knows better than to let her pride and arrogance lead her to her downfall.
A quiet woman who keeps to herself, Daru is almost always in professional mode, even in casual settings. It comes as a surprise as her mannerisms can be extremely contradictory to her cutthroat and fierce methods. She usually carries herself with grace and speaks softly. She doesn’t overtly display dominance with cruel aggression, but instead her confidence and self trust is easily at show. She rarely ever smiles, and if she does, it’s either half-asses or something of a light smirk.
Because of how she was brought up in the PTO and the unfair treatment she endured from other faction members, Daru kept to herself every time. Perhaps she can open up to the right person(s), but it’s a rare occurrence from how much distrust she has with others. Daru is aware that even her own fellow soldiers would have no problem stabbing her in the back and she’s no stranger to doing the same. At best, she keeps things vague when it comes to talking about herself. She keeps her emotions in check, but is very familiar with losing her cool every now and then. The environment of people constantly trying to one up one another made her develop thick skin with being harsh and critical to those that try and test her patience or dare try to disrespect her. Even so, Daru displays extreme loyalty to the PTO as a faction as being raised to and has high respect for members of high ranking.
Not all the time is Daru always full of bloodlust or plotting the death of someone who betrayed the faction. Deep down in the hard shell and front she has up all the time is someone who’s caring and loving overall. Unfortunately, she keeps it all locked up and doesn’t dare try to become vulnerable to the wrong person.
History: All of Daru’s life she was surrounded by the brutal conditions Frost offered and served under the PTO, bred by her parents who were captured by the organization when their appearance was made. Her parents’ fate was unknown to the young demon as she grew older, since she never met them. Concurrently, the whereabouts of her kin was never questioned nor never sought up. Fortunately for the PTO, Daru never developed any interest in her past or lineage of any kind. The unknown of a potential family legacy remained undiscovered, she was aware of her identity as a demon and recognized the abilities she held as one.
Despite the upbringing of becoming a killer and serving righteously by the PTO, respect was all but given to Daru. To most members, she appeared to them that she didn’t have what it took to be a soldier. She was teased and often mocked, especially when she was nothing more than a child soldier. At best, she was viewed as a mere low class grunt that couldn’t even handle a fly; a statement that Daru was not at all fond of. Friends or even acquaintances were an empty list, yet those were the last things she cared about. It was all about respect. Notably, Daru was mocked for having slave parents. Some soldiers thought she should’ve joined them instead of becoming a part of the PTO. The gossip and whispers pissed off the young demon greatly.
For years, Daru had to prove her worth to people that saw her as lesser with blood and sweat, but never with tears. The more missions she did, the more recognition she received and attention that came her way. Fellow soldiers slowly began to give her the respect that she rightfully deserved, while a few continued to look down on her. Throughout all the jobs and missions she was assigned to, there was one, no matter how, that stuck to her more than she admitted and one that rose whispers among the organization.
Two slaves escaped from their cells and Daru was assigned to bring them back, but she would do the mission better, to kill them. In her mind, they were fools who dared think they were above all else to try and run away, wasting everyone’s time when they should’ve known better than to think they had any sort of rights or even basic freedom. To bring them back was a mere slap on the wrist that may potentially influence other slaves to do the same and disrupt the faction’s usual functionality. To Daru, this was nothing special, just another typical mission to punish troublesome slaves accordingly.
Except these slaves weren’t like any other when she found them. They were spitting images of her, from the similarities of facial features to even more unique traits like her animalistic wolf ears and tail. The slaves who escaped were her own flesh and blood, her own two parents. It was the first time since Daru was born that she actually met, let alone saw her parents. Hope and glee was first found when they saw their daughter, but dread quickly took over their faces when they realized what she was there for.
Her parents tried to talk some sense into Daru and convince her to leave Frost with them, but she was already off the deep end. No matter how much she resembled them, they lived different lifestyles with an obvious gap between their social status. They were slaves and she was a soldier of the PTO. They may be related, but they still had roles, roles that they thought they could remove from their identity. They failed to comply with their role and Daru was there to respond suitably: death.
In the end, that’s all they were: slaved. And as such, they were dealt with for that reason. In addition to just moments before they met their end, there was something in her that made her hesitant, something never done before when it came to her missions. There was a wrenched feeling that wanted her to stop and actually hear her parents out; to sit down, talk to them, and just… be around them. It was unfortunate that Daru was able to get rid of the feeling and carry out her hit; before any of them knew it, in their weak and unstable states, they’ve met their end.
The word Daru murdering her parents (at the time, she claimed it was self defense as they were armed) sooner or later came to light among the faction. A handful of soldiers were flabbergasted at the young demon’s decision to kill her own kin right there. Many of them expected her to show mercy and bring them back as intended, even if they had weapons. To think that Daru would at least try and subdue them was very much expected, but she proved the opposite.
This was a major event that quickly sparked her solidification of being a ruthless, cold blooded soldier who didn’t spare her parents’ a second thought of survival. She has officially gained the proper respect she deserved. She felt… belonged, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted control. She wanted power, more of it, and she’d do whatever it took to get it. Even if it meant taking over not only the PTO, but the entirety of Frost.
Still and all, for some reason, the image of her dead parents became a recurring thought that continued to give Daru an aching and surprisingly regretful feeling, despite trying to convince herself they were nothing more than slaves like the others.
Techniques:
[ST1] Azur Combustion: Rather than using ki, Daru relies more on her ability to manipulate and conjure blue fire. This technique also grants her the ability to control her body heat, emitting it more than usual to help her adapt to hotter environments and warm herself up in colder environments.
[ST1] Ki Sense: Daru can sense ki.
[ST1] Flight: Daru propels a jet of blue flames under her feet as a method to fly.
[ST1] Magic Materialization: Daru uses her demonic magic to create anything. Whether it's food or a car, she can generate any mundane item as she please.
[B1O1] Blaze of Glory: Daru inhales and exhales a powerful stream of fire straight from her mouth!
Roleplay Sample:
It happened again.
A horrified gasp reverberated in Daru’s room. Sweat dripped from her chin after she rushed to sit up in bed, eyelids shot as wide as they could and chest inflating and deflating rapidly from the heavy breathing. Her eyes dashed all over the bedroom consumed in darkness in spite of seeing absolutely but the pitch black. She leaned over to the nightstand, hand out and frantically rubbing down her wall until she came across the light switch and flicked it up to turn on the light. The luminance instantly lit up what looked to be an ornate living area. Daru continued to look around the room in panic, but all she saw was nothing more than thin air.
Daru’s breathing began to settle and eventually came back to its usual calm pattern. A heavy leavy breath was inhaled then exhaled into a troubled sigh, a hand brought up and palm laid flat on her forehead to touch the sweat droplets that formed. Damn it. It. Happened. Again. That damn dream of hers that continued to pop into her head for weeks now, that damn dream of a clip replaying in her head; the clip of her murdering her parents in cold blood. Ever since it happened, she couldn’t stop thinking about it and she didn’t know why.
In nothing but her black undergarments, Daru twisted her body to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes blankly stared at the ground for a couple of seconds, almost in deep thought. In due course, she shook her head and stood up from the bed. Arms were stretched above her head while a couple of joints were head popping a couple of times. Both limbs dropped to her side and Daru began to make way for the quaint kitchen.
On the table were her pack of cigarettes, things that helped calm the young demon down whenever she was stressed. One hand picked up the pack and the other took out a thin cigarette before she threw the pack back down. The butt of the cigarette now in between her lips, she held the thumb of her free thumb up near the end of the cigarette. A small light blue flame sparked on top of their thumb as it lit the cig. One inhale of it and a quick puff of smoke escaped the small hole of her mouth, she placed her hand back down.
Just a few weeks ago, Daru was sent out on a mission to bring back escaped slaves. She had a different approach to the mission, which was to take their lives instead. It was an extreme measure, but she had good reason behind it even though the reason itself was replaced with a lie of self defense as they tried to take her own life. She believed that escaped slaves being brought back to their cells was a simple slap on the wrist, and who knew if they dared tried to do it again, or influence other slaves to do the same? No, whoever escaped had to be dealt with harshly, so others wouldn’t dare to do the same.
The slaves she dealt with weren't ordinary slaves. They were her own parents. For the first time, in that exact moment, was when she met her parents for the very first time. It was a surreal moment, but Daru knew exactly what she had to do. She never saw them prior to the incident or even had the desire to try and meet them. They were both in different lanes, different lifestyles, and Daru had no interest in trying to befriend a bunch of slaves of all types of people. It was the lack of emotional connection she had with her kin that made it somewhat easier for her to get the job done, yet for some reason… she couldn’t shake the feeling off. And she didn’t know what this feeling was.
Was it… guilt? Remorse? Regret? No. There was no reason for Daru to feel this way. They may have been her parents who she never met up until her search for them and killed them in cold blood like they were a bunch of animals, but they were also slaves. Daru was not a slave. She was different. She was a soldier. She wanted respect. She deserved respect. She earned respect. There was no way in hell would she let herself be known as the daughter to a bunch of slaves. How would it look if she were to bring them back? Only to get teased again relentlessly? All the same while, they were her parents. Her only real family on this planet. Was it all worth it? Just for the recognition from low life soldiers who don’t see much value in anything or anyone else but their own?
Damn it, this cigarette wasn’t enough to rid this stress. She needed something heavy to drink.
