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An exceptionally beautiful woman, grown cold and harsh by the tutelage of Lord Arctic. Long white hair and bluish-white skin mark her as one of the Demon Clan, while her naturally muscular body and pupil-less eyes denote her Saiyan heritage. Really, she wears her genetics on her sleeves and anybody in the know will easily be able to guess her heritage off the bat.

If she doesn’t tell them outright, that is, it’s not exactly a secret.

Her outfit is pretty standard, with a spiked collar and leather jacket, usually accompanied by a halter top and jeans, though any number of clothing can accentuate this. The one standard is always the leather jacket; it belonged to her mother, the only remaining thing of theirs, wrapped around her shoulders just prior to their headlong flight into the night. It is a dear, dear relic, and the most surefire way to ensure she is taking a fight seriously is by removing the jacket; she wouldn’t want it to get hurt.

The only marks across her blue-white skin are the many tattoos across its surface, marking - quite literally - the many accomplishments in her short life. The most recent is a curious series of lines on her collarbone that combine to form a convoluted triangle, marking her recent ascension to a Commander in the New Frost Army. Not all the markings on her body are the result of a tattoo gun, though; she has a habit of drawing on herself, usually nonsensical symbols and letters, sometimes more coherent things.

It helps free her thoughts.

Her aura is a violet one, tinged with red around the edges, even when she isn’t transformed.

Demonic Pride [x6] [15,000 PL required, emotional trigger]
The first transformation any Demon gains, the ability to tap into their inner emotions and pull it out, greatly enhancing their ability. An aura of power surrounds her, a violet aurora that colors all her Ki the same. While in this form, her brutality increases, determined to crush all those beneath her.

Super Saiyan [x17] [115,000 PL required]
Like all of those descended from the mighty Saiyan, Lilith is capable of achieving a more powerful form, transforming her into a being significantly more mighty than before. For all intents and purposes a typical Super Saiyan transformation, albeit a tad stronger a transformation than full-blooded Saiyans due to the Demonic ki she possesses (and, she likes to think, natural talent.) The aesthetic changes are more immediately obvious; though she doesn’t gain much muscle mass, her aura immediately intensifies, becoming overwhelming and terrifying. Her eyes turn violet and her hair turns pitch black.

While in this form, she becomes much more reserved with her actions, despite her power; only a truly strong opponent can pull her full strength out of her.

Super Saiyan 2 [x25] [200,000 PL required]
A more powerful transformation than before, immediately obvious from the physical and aesthetic changes. Ki blazes in her eyes like a purple flame, and the aura around her becomes like a physical thing, tendrils reaching out and grasping objects and people; the ground begins to break up at this point from the oppressive weight of her aura and body. Her hair lengthens and nearly touches the floor, constantly moving despite the lack of wind due to the flow of her ki. Her strength and power are immense, planet-breaking.

In this form, Lilith's arrogance knows no bounds; despite knowing she entered this form for a reason, she still limits her strength, only unleashing full-powered attacks against those she deems worthy.

Super Saiyan 3 [x38] [325,000 PL required]
A truly devastating transformation, one that few hope to be able to see and live to tell the tale. Her aura is even more oppressive, inciting feelings of submission, dread, and hopelessness to everyone who feels it. The flames in her eyes have grown larger now, violet bonfires that eclipse her natural eyes. The intensity of her ki is enough to tear off any light, loose clothing, leaving her only in skin-tight clothes and the leather armor that is an eternal part of her attire (plus, any armor she may acquire).

Her arrogance is at an all-time high here, even letting powerful foes heal themselves or call allies just so they can fight at their best. While this is certainly a risky strategy, her pride demands it.

Super Saiyan Tyrannus [x55] [450,000 PL required]
Lilith is incapable of progressing on the path of Super Saiyan beyond Super Saiyan 3; perhaps due to her genetics, or lack of training, or simply some kind of mental block, that is the pinnacle of what her Saiyan genetics can grant her. And, indeed, some of the power of her Saiyan transformations come from her Demon blood, hinted at by the unique appearances they have. It is here where her demon blood and Saiyan blood mix perfectly, combining to form the Super Saiyan Tyrannus, the Terrible, master and destroyer of all things.

This isn’t an easy, or accidental, process; tons of time, training, blood, sweat, and tears must go into learning this form, and even more into mastering it. But once it does, Lilith is capable of transforming into her most powerful mortal form. Her aura is a heavy weight, damn near impossible to even come near, like swimming against heavy current. Just seeing it is enough to instill a sense of hopelessness and inferiority, as if the aura itself was mocking. The fire in her eyes is gone, replaced by a crown of flame and smoke, framing her head for the ruler she is. The muscles from Super Saiyan 3 are gone, replaced by her usual slim form.

This is a cold, cruel, demanding form; nothing exists except her superiority, and nothing is more important than that. Contrary to the Super Saiyan forms that stoke the anger and heat of battle, this form is efficient, immediately ending any battle as soon as possible; after all, they just aren’t worth her time.

Super Saiyan Violet [x93] [800,000 PL required, god ki, red aura]

With godly ki comes a godly transformation, and Super Saiyan Violet is one of Liliths own. A perfect melding of Saiyan, Demon, and God Ki, Super Saiyan Violet is the absolute epitome of pride and power. Unlike previous forms, there isn’t much change, similar to the highest levels of transformation of the Saiyan elite. Her eyes are turned purple, as is her hair, and the crown of flame and smoke indicative of Super Saiyan Tyrannus remains. Otherwise, physically, she seems exactly the same as her non-transformed self.

Until someone takes a peek at her aura.

Almost a living thing, a physical force of fear and oppression, its sheer power weighs on people; just thinking about attacking her is a monumental task, let alone raising a fist, every action to oppose or avoid her requires more and more energy. The violet aura that had surrounded her is now tinged red, creating a magenta cocoon that radiates evil and strength.

Unlike previous forms, she is completely in control of herself, no severe emotional or genetic transformation influencing her decisions.

Pride is, perhaps, the single trait under which Lilith can be categorized.

Everything she does is about pride.

Too proud to give up, too proud to ask for help, she pursued a life of violence and carnage as proof. Proof she is better, stronger, faster than anyone else. Proof that she can support her family by herself, without handouts or charity from those who would dare to think to offer her help. She needs no help; she, the daughter of a Saiyan Prince and Demon Clan Queen. The sheer audacity others must have to think she struggles!

Though the source of her strength, her proud ways have gotten her in trouble more than once; it’s only considered stubbornness when someone else has a problem with it. She’d be the first to admit she has a problem following orders (from anyone other than Lord Arctic, that is), that she is stubborn and set in her ways. Hell, someone telling her to do something is a surefire way to get her to do the opposite out of sheer spite. Even gentle suggestions by friends or close confidantes are met with stubborn rebellion.

She knows she does it; she’s quite intelligent, her wits and cleverness allowing her to climb the ranks of the New Frost Army and serve as a Commander under Lord Arctic, despite her lack of power. It’s reflex, an inborn part of her personality she just can’t help. Through sheer force of will she can temper it, tamp it down until its just embers, but it always rears its ugly head, ready to poison her and everyone she interacts with. Those who like her describe her as “sassy”; but to everyone else, she’s rude, arrogant, and cruel.

And she’d be the first to admit it.

She’s not this way with everyone; only to those she deems beneath her, which is only almost everyone. There are a few individuals who she treats as equals, or at least without the disdain and disgust she treats everyone else, namely her brother, her parents, and Lord Arctic. Everyone else is scum beneath her feet, someone whose only purpose is to serve those better than them.

This attitude has pretty much colored every aspect of her life, this pride tainting her opinions and relationships with everyone around her. She has no friends, has never had a serious relationship due to how she treats people and expects to be treated. Even her relationship with her family is strained; her little cousins don’t appreciate being called “scum.” The only significant relationship she’s had in her life is her brother, the sole motivating force for her current position in life.

He is sick. Very sick, only kept alive by the medicine and will of Arctic. Not an hour goes by that she doesn’t think of him, worry about him, nor does she ever let an opportunity pass to dote on him. All her evil deeds, the ones that keep her up at night, are worth it so Lucifer can get the very best care. And she would do so much more; for him, for her little brother, she would taer apart this universe and dance on the ashes.

She’d feel bad about it, of course.

She isn’t entirely irredeemable; like any sentient being, Lilith is capable of romance, and love, and joy. It is simply not something of importance to her; her brother keeps telling her to find someone who cares about her the way Lilith cares about him, but she always laughed it off. A person like that simply can’t exist, as her love for her brother burns like a galaxy on fire. She’s always willing to give it a chance, though; were someone to be worthy of her, as doubtful as that may seem, she would give them a fair chance and expect to be disappointed.

She can clean up nice when she needs to.

In combat, against her enemies, she is brutal and efficient, one of the things that endeared her to Lord Frost. A command to kneel before their master, submit to those better to her will is all they are given; just one chance before she unleashes hell upon them. If they deny the will and might of her and Lord Frost, they are not worth saving, as they are intellectually damaged; she will destroy them, their family, salt their friends, kill anyone who so much as sold them a sandwich. It is objectively awful, and yet Lilith takes a sadistic pleasure in it. After all, if the common folk refuse to bow to her, they deserve nothing more and nothing less than total annihilation.

Every story starts somewhere, and Liliths starts with a battle.

To say it was a glorious battle would be doing it a disservice; multiverses shook at every impact, planets shattered just from the shockwaves as fist and ki blast rocketed amongst the stars. A Saiyan Warrior and a Demon, fighting for their life … and eventually, for love. This is the story Lilith and her twin brother, Lucifer were told as they were growing up in a secluded region of the Demon Realm, far from the squabbles and troubles of the vast majority of their kind.

Her mother was a stern woman by the name of Sataimo, a disciplinarian through and through, as her Saiyan heritage taught her. From the moment she could walk, she was taught the ways and combat of her mother’s people, training her ki, harnessing her powers, and raising her strength to disproportionate levels. Though, Lilith was always a bit of a disappointment; Saitamo couldn’t help but be reminded she wasn’t a true Saiyan, lacking their power, every time she saw her due to her lack of tail.

Her father, on the other hand, was a Demon magician who went by Valmath. His magic was powerful, amplified by the staff he always carried, and the fact that neither of his children carried the potential for magic saddened him bitterly. Oh, he tried, of course; though a kind and gentle father, he was desperate for someone to pass his magical secrets onto, forcing Lilith into ludicrous and extreme situations in a hope to bring out an inner power she didn’t possess.

Lucifer was immune to this, of course; he was sick, always sick. If he didn’t have a lung infection, he had a skin rash, or shingles, or some illness that derived from his genetic disorder. The Demon doctors suggested, with much disdain, that it’s a result of his mixed blood, two races fighting for superiority, and he simply wasn’t strong enough to handle it. It was unlikely he’d ever get better.

The news forced Lucifer into the role of eternal patient and Lilith into the unwilling guinea pig for her parents' attempts to pass on their legacy. She barely had time to be herself, let alone develop any interests or hobbies outside of fighting the endless drones of conjured and hired mercenaries her parents procured. Her resentment grew in direct correlation to the anger and resentment towards Lucifer and her parents. Why couldn’t she be who she wanted to be? No, she was “destined”, had “great blood”; she hated it all.

Until one day it all went up in ash.

She never did find the culprits; all she knows is she was woken one day and told by her mother to take Lucifer and run. Explosions sounded about, her fathers tell-tale voice ringing out, challenging an unknown threat. Her mother was panicked, blood splattered on her armor- somebody else's blood, Lilith realized with a cold realization. Her questions were met with further steering towards the door and her brother's hand thrust into hers and told to run.

That was the last she ever saw of her mother.

Lilith ran; with nothing but the clothes on her back and lacking the barest necessities, she ran deep, deep into the demon world. She ran until her legs burned and her bare feet were sore and bloody, and then she pushed on, until she or Lucifer couldn’t go anymore. Surprisingly, Lilith collapsed first, the fear and adrenaline pumping through her, combined with the exertion of running ‘till the sun rose, was simply way too much to handle, and she collapsed, her last action of consciousness damning Lucifer for slowing her down.

She was only thirteen years old.

When she woke, Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. Dismissing the immediate thought that congratulated the fact, she called for him, panic rising in her voice until, faintly, she heard him call back. Following the voice, she stepped into a clearing, cut cleanly through by a river, flowing towards a waterfall in the distance. It was idyllic, beautiful, and nothing like the Demon Realm. Lilith had visited (and subsequently been stranded in) the mortal realm before, and this looked like it.

They had come to Earth for the first time.

Life was hard for the twins, as much as can be suspected. Lucifer never quite recovered from the nights running, and without the medical knowledge to mitigate the damage, he soon fell ill again, his breath coming in raspy breaths. The last crumbs of their food fell to Lucifer, but Lilith soon found she didn’t mind; caring for him had brought out a nurturing part of her she had never thought possible. He occupied her thoughts and every worry, her path forward paved by what would be best for her brother.

She even leveraged a prayer or two for a god she refused to believe in.

Inevitably, Lilith was forced to seek the help of others. Hoisting her brother on her shoulder, she set off for the trek in town; her feet, scabbed over from their flight, burst open, her stubborn path marked by vivid red. She refused to give up; no, she couldn’t give up. Not just for Lucifer, no, for her. It was proof to herself that she could do it, that she had worth; that despite being a disappointment to both of her parents, she was worth something.

Finally, her feet hit hard ground, but still she pushed on, searching for someone, anyone, who could help her. Her brother was dying! She was desperate, her little voice pled out, but none of the strange monkeys had time for the little girl with bloodstained feet or the little boy with raspy breaths. Frustration built up inside her, and it grew, and it grew, until it burst out in a voice laced with ki, reverberating like a steel drum.

”Help!!!”

For a moment, all the people stared at her, shadowed eyes throwing accusatory glares. A cacophony of voices, staring and accusing and yelling, so much yelling. She couldn’t handle it, a feral scream, and blasts of energy and … red, sticky, covering her fists, splattered on her face, only Lucifer was spared the shower of blood. And a shadow fell over her; instinct and training kicked in, her fist met a solid rock wall, and she looked up at a being of such indescribable power, it changed the entire meaning of the word.

A being she could only describe as God.

She refused to cry. She couldn’t. No, she held his cold gaze, despite the overwhelming fear, the terror filling her, she held it as long as she could. It was pure stubborn pride and protectiveness, a necessity to protect her brother, arms held out and shielding him from this stranger who could so easily kill anyone; she could feel, an aura so powerful it dwarfed the entire Demon Realm.

But eventually, exhaustion and pain won out, and for the second time in as many days, she collapsed.

Her next memory was waking in the cold, sterile environment of a foreign hospital. Her sudden wakefulness was as surprising to the nurses as it was to her, and as she tore the medical equipment off, she screamed for her brother. Thoughts of abduction and experimentation ran panicked through her mind, but when she found Lucifer, he was fine. More than fine, sitting up and talking to a strange pink woman. The fight leaving her system, she sat and listened to Lucifer’s explanation.

Apparently, when she collapsed, this … Lord Arctic saved them, something about an interesting ability. She couldn’t believe it; in her world, in the real world, people didn’t just do things like that. Despite Lucifer’s objections, she went to go find this Lord Arctic and get some answers. So off she marched, all the audaciousness in the world, to find Lord Arctic.

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She grew up with him, and now, many years later, she serves as a Commander in his army; Lord Arctic is everything she hopes to be. His word is law, and he is the only person equivalent to her brother in her heart. Of course she would return to Earth and do his bidding. It was only natural …

[ST1] Flight
Like most individuals who fight in this world, Lilith has found a way to propel herself with Ki, keeping her aloft when she requires it and allowing her to traverse the world at great speeds. This ability sheaths Lilith in a violet aura, which leaves a trail behind her several meters long. Though useful for long-range travel, it’s also commonly used for aerial maneuvers and battles in the clear blue sky.

[ST1] Ki Sense
A necessity for her line of work, Lilith has mastered the ability to sense the energy of living beings, otherwise known as “ki” or “kili”. By accessing this inner sight, she can see the aura and potency of the individuals ki, allowing her to deduce their strength and heritage (the latter requiring her to have met and known the race beforehand).

[A1OT1] Bow To Me
A powerful physical technique, used for asserting her dominance on all those below her … which is everybody. With a smirk, she grabs the opponent's chin, tilting their head up to look in her eyes for a moment; then her other hand jams into their stomach with ki-enhanced force, bringing most people to their knees. The close-range and unexpected combo of this ability makes it hard to dodge. It is a strangely intimate ability.

[OT1] Know Your Place
An incredibly fast physical technique, this technique slams a ki-enhanced backhand into the target, preferably in their face, with enough force to send them flying. It’s an incredibly quick, and humiliating, technique, used on those who disappoint or disgust her.

[DT1] You’re Weak
A defensive technique equally humiliating as effective. A ki-enhanced palm first stops, then deflects an attack, whether physical or ki. This is usually followed by a derisive laugh or sneer.

A line appeared in midair, a gap between dimensions, a thin sliver of opaque glass. Infinitely sharp, it cut a clear divide between one dimension and the next. Within moments it expanded, fracturing outward like ripples in a pond, but wrong, violent turbulence shaking the very structure of reality; it only stopped when it was fully formed, a perfectly circular glass mirror reflecting not its surroundings, but some other world.

And through it came a person.

She was beautiful, almost terrifyingly so; there was something about her that screamed “danger”. Perhaps it was the leather jacket, or the spiked collar digging into the bluish-white skin, but this woman was no good. No good at all. The air vibrated around her, almost with a physical weight, as she stepped just on the other side of the portal, mottled lights dancing around her as she waited. Her presence was announced, ki swelling around her like a beacon. Like moths to a flame, they would be here soon.

Those who dare to fight against her goals.

The first challenger’s came quickly; weak, pathetic beings. Lambs to the slaughter, dragged before the stake to test her mettle. It would be amusing, were it not so insulting. They paused some distance from her, flowing their ki to hold them aloft (at least they knew that much) and spouted some gibberish at her, every third word captured by the wind and whisked away. Not that it mattered much; it was only Lilith’s pride that prevented her from ending them here and now. After all she couldn’t have them claiming in the Other World that she took them by surprise.

As soon as the jaws on the spiky-haired one clicked shut, she was forward like a viper, closed fist impacting against his chin, ki-enhanced strength detonating with the strength of a bomb. Blood and teeth went flying as the body of the dark-haired upstart fell to the ground, unconscious. In the same instant, Lilith spun in a semi-circle, swinging her foot down in a powerful axe kick on the shoulder of the remaining individual. Bones broke, blood surged from between clenched teeth, and he soon crashed to the ground like a fleshy comet - a meaty-or, if you will - and joined his kin there.

Pathetic.

They weren’t worth the air they breathed!

Energy flared and in the next second, a massive attack surged out, turning what had once been an idyllic field to glass.