Nov 18, 2023 16:22:45 GMT -5
Post by Salada on Nov 18, 2023 16:22:45 GMT -5
Name: Salada
Age: 26
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan 4 Path
Racial Traits:
-Warrior's Pride
-Zenkai
-The Tail of a Saiyan
Items:
-Scouter
-Old Saiyan Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): Saiyan Empire
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Standing at 5'6'' and weighing 120 lbs, Salada has a slim, but toned physique for a Saiyan. She wears a deep blue undersuit with white gloves, boots and battle armor with light tan-pads. She wears a green scouter on her right ear that allows her to scan and read power levels. Salada has long, shaggy black hair and a thin brown tail typical of Saiyans wrapped around her waist. Her aura is light red.
Personality: One might consider Salada as a traditionalist when it comes to Saiyan culture and personality. Hotheaded, arrogant and prideful, she embodies all the things Saiyan culture had been at it's prime hundreds of years ago. She looks down on other races of beings as inferior to the Saiyan race, proclaiming proudly that hers is the strongest by far and that their warrior heritage is what truly makes them great. She cares little for other races or their nuances, only for her own strength and that of her people's.
Salada doesn't necessarily consider half-bloods as TRUE Saiyans, seeing them as mere irrelevant offshoots to be treated as any other alien species. She views other planets as things to be conquered (despite recent reforms by Queen Zaks), that a Saiyan's true purpose is to fight, kill and control the other races as vassals of their empire.
Ultimately, Salada wants nothing more than to prove her superiority over others and that she is a TRUE Saiyan. She admires the Saiyans of old and, while she doesn't necessarily seek to bring them back, she does seek to emulate them and their strength.
History: Even under the previous king, Salada grew up in times of change and weakness. Born with a true Saiyan's aggression, lust for power, and need to prove one's self, Salada was disgusted with the state of the empire. Though they dubbed themselves conquerors, stagnation and posturing was all that embodies their people. For several decades, no new planets were conquered, no new races defeated, only the unearned pride of a race long-since forgotten and dubbed irrelevant. Although this was all she knew, Salada knew something was wrong. There had to be something more for her people, something that wasn't being a race of has-beens!
...Then she found it. In her early studies as a warrior, Salada became enraptured with the history of ancient Saiyans: Brutal space-pirates feared and respected across the universe. She wanted that, the respect and acknowledgement, the fear and the strength. When she looked back on those records, she saw potential for greatness... and she grasped it. In her training as a warrior, Salada was particularly brutal and harsh, taking down her opponents with little mercy or restraint. Although her initial power level was limited, her risk-taking nature and fierce determination granted her more than one Zenkai-boost that propelled her to the top of Low-Class, even going as far as to be granted more professional Saiyan armor. Salada came to command her own squad of two other Saiyans, followers that shared her philosophy and looked to her for guidance!
Of late, Salada was put under orders to visit a once-backwater planet known as Earth for the purposes of "establishing a Saiyan presence." Still a garbage-heap in terms of technology, time after-time it survived both native and foreign cataclysms, growing the strongest warriors the universe had ever seen, and converting others still to its cause. Salada left her squad on Planet Vegeta and made her way to Earth... with reservations of what she might find. No matter what, Earth was still a world for weaklings... What could she POSSIBLY find there?
Techniques:
OT1: Rahish Cannon: Salada raises her hands over her head, and charges her ki into a red sphere. She then levels her hands at her opponent and fires a red energy-beam from her palms.
OT2: Orga Sphere: Salada extends a hand, extending her energy into a small, but extremely dense red sphere at the edge of her palm. She then fires it at the opponent where it suddenly expanding to a massive energy-ball the instant before connecting with the opponent.
OT1: Victory Smasher: Salada slams her knee into the opponent's stomach before slamming her hands down on the back of their neck in a sledgehammer attack!
ST1: Ki Control: Salada's control over her ki is precise enough she can raise or lower her power level as necessary!
ST1: Flight: Using her innate understanding of ki, Salada can fly.
Roleplay Sample: "You've got to be kidding me." Salada scoffed, throwing her orders down. "You're sending me to EARTH!? That back-water piece of trash!? Who do you think I AM?"
"I think you're a soldier. Soldiers follow orders." Her superior deadpanned, staring her dead in the eye. "...These orders come down from Queen Zaks herself. You are to go to Earth and help establish a Saiyan presence on the planet."
"Oh, so 'Queen' Zaks..." Salada annunciated, resisting the urge to make quotations with her fingers. "...needs a true Saiyan warrior to... what? Walk around as her liaison to these weaklings? What, do we negotiate with our inferiors now? Is that who we are?"
"You are what the Queen says you are!" The superior barked! "...And what I say you are. And as of now, you are a representative to the Saiyan Empire to Earth! Get your low-class grunt-butt down to the hanger and find your requisitioned pod immediately!" Salada snorted dismissively, turned, and made for the door.
"Sadala!" The man called. She looked back. "...You'll find Earth isn't a complete waste of space anymore. You might even find this to be a particularly... interesting assignment on your part."
"HA. Whatever." Sadala grunted before leaving once more. Why HER, the Saiyan wondered, expressing her frustration through a stiff, measured pace. Out of all of the useless Saiyans here, WHY would SHE be sent to a place like EARTH? AND WHY AS A REPRESENTATIVE!? It didn't make any sense! ...Unless they wanted her gone. Sadala narrowed her eyes as she stepped into the hanger, scanning each pod for the correct number. ...Maybe she had been making too much of a stink here on Vegeta, being too much of a Saiyan for these... whatever their race had become. Maybe they wanted her on Earth because it was somewhere FAR enough away from the empire, they would never hear from her again! ...Maybe, Maybe, Maybe......
"It doesn't matter." Sadala smirked, opening her pod and sitting herself inside. "...I'll find some way to have some fun on that planet..."
Age: 26
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Saiyan
Transformation Path: Super Saiyan 4 Path
Racial Traits:
-Warrior's Pride
-Zenkai
-The Tail of a Saiyan
Items:
-Scouter
-Old Saiyan Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): Saiyan Empire
Sexuality: Bi
Appearance: Standing at 5'6'' and weighing 120 lbs, Salada has a slim, but toned physique for a Saiyan. She wears a deep blue undersuit with white gloves, boots and battle armor with light tan-pads. She wears a green scouter on her right ear that allows her to scan and read power levels. Salada has long, shaggy black hair and a thin brown tail typical of Saiyans wrapped around her waist. Her aura is light red.
Personality: One might consider Salada as a traditionalist when it comes to Saiyan culture and personality. Hotheaded, arrogant and prideful, she embodies all the things Saiyan culture had been at it's prime hundreds of years ago. She looks down on other races of beings as inferior to the Saiyan race, proclaiming proudly that hers is the strongest by far and that their warrior heritage is what truly makes them great. She cares little for other races or their nuances, only for her own strength and that of her people's.
Salada doesn't necessarily consider half-bloods as TRUE Saiyans, seeing them as mere irrelevant offshoots to be treated as any other alien species. She views other planets as things to be conquered (despite recent reforms by Queen Zaks), that a Saiyan's true purpose is to fight, kill and control the other races as vassals of their empire.
Ultimately, Salada wants nothing more than to prove her superiority over others and that she is a TRUE Saiyan. She admires the Saiyans of old and, while she doesn't necessarily seek to bring them back, she does seek to emulate them and their strength.
History: Even under the previous king, Salada grew up in times of change and weakness. Born with a true Saiyan's aggression, lust for power, and need to prove one's self, Salada was disgusted with the state of the empire. Though they dubbed themselves conquerors, stagnation and posturing was all that embodies their people. For several decades, no new planets were conquered, no new races defeated, only the unearned pride of a race long-since forgotten and dubbed irrelevant. Although this was all she knew, Salada knew something was wrong. There had to be something more for her people, something that wasn't being a race of has-beens!
...Then she found it. In her early studies as a warrior, Salada became enraptured with the history of ancient Saiyans: Brutal space-pirates feared and respected across the universe. She wanted that, the respect and acknowledgement, the fear and the strength. When she looked back on those records, she saw potential for greatness... and she grasped it. In her training as a warrior, Salada was particularly brutal and harsh, taking down her opponents with little mercy or restraint. Although her initial power level was limited, her risk-taking nature and fierce determination granted her more than one Zenkai-boost that propelled her to the top of Low-Class, even going as far as to be granted more professional Saiyan armor. Salada came to command her own squad of two other Saiyans, followers that shared her philosophy and looked to her for guidance!
Of late, Salada was put under orders to visit a once-backwater planet known as Earth for the purposes of "establishing a Saiyan presence." Still a garbage-heap in terms of technology, time after-time it survived both native and foreign cataclysms, growing the strongest warriors the universe had ever seen, and converting others still to its cause. Salada left her squad on Planet Vegeta and made her way to Earth... with reservations of what she might find. No matter what, Earth was still a world for weaklings... What could she POSSIBLY find there?
Techniques:
OT1: Rahish Cannon: Salada raises her hands over her head, and charges her ki into a red sphere. She then levels her hands at her opponent and fires a red energy-beam from her palms.
OT2: Orga Sphere: Salada extends a hand, extending her energy into a small, but extremely dense red sphere at the edge of her palm. She then fires it at the opponent where it suddenly expanding to a massive energy-ball the instant before connecting with the opponent.
OT1: Victory Smasher: Salada slams her knee into the opponent's stomach before slamming her hands down on the back of their neck in a sledgehammer attack!
ST1: Ki Control: Salada's control over her ki is precise enough she can raise or lower her power level as necessary!
ST1: Flight: Using her innate understanding of ki, Salada can fly.
Roleplay Sample: "You've got to be kidding me." Salada scoffed, throwing her orders down. "You're sending me to EARTH!? That back-water piece of trash!? Who do you think I AM?"
"I think you're a soldier. Soldiers follow orders." Her superior deadpanned, staring her dead in the eye. "...These orders come down from Queen Zaks herself. You are to go to Earth and help establish a Saiyan presence on the planet."
"Oh, so 'Queen' Zaks..." Salada annunciated, resisting the urge to make quotations with her fingers. "...needs a true Saiyan warrior to... what? Walk around as her liaison to these weaklings? What, do we negotiate with our inferiors now? Is that who we are?"
"You are what the Queen says you are!" The superior barked! "...And what I say you are. And as of now, you are a representative to the Saiyan Empire to Earth! Get your low-class grunt-butt down to the hanger and find your requisitioned pod immediately!" Salada snorted dismissively, turned, and made for the door.
"Sadala!" The man called. She looked back. "...You'll find Earth isn't a complete waste of space anymore. You might even find this to be a particularly... interesting assignment on your part."
"HA. Whatever." Sadala grunted before leaving once more. Why HER, the Saiyan wondered, expressing her frustration through a stiff, measured pace. Out of all of the useless Saiyans here, WHY would SHE be sent to a place like EARTH? AND WHY AS A REPRESENTATIVE!? It didn't make any sense! ...Unless they wanted her gone. Sadala narrowed her eyes as she stepped into the hanger, scanning each pod for the correct number. ...Maybe she had been making too much of a stink here on Vegeta, being too much of a Saiyan for these... whatever their race had become. Maybe they wanted her on Earth because it was somewhere FAR enough away from the empire, they would never hear from her again! ...Maybe, Maybe, Maybe......
"It doesn't matter." Sadala smirked, opening her pod and sitting herself inside. "...I'll find some way to have some fun on that planet..."
