Post by cayenne on Jul 20, 2022 21:30:07 GMT -5
CAYENNE
Age: Twenty-Two
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Race: Earthling
Transformation Path: I only get one
Racial Traits: Good Bargains (20% Shop Discount!), Wealthy (+1000ƶ to start, +10% ƶ gain), Intelligent (Gain TP every 5,000 PL)
Items: One-Time Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction (Optional): Elite Saiyan Army
Sexuality: ITS ABOUT DRIVE ITS ABOUT POWER
Appearance: Much to her disappointment, Cayenne doesn't look like a Saiyan. The Earthling sports a spiky, loosely groomed mop of scissor-cut fiery red hair (bangs included) down to her neckline. Scarlet eyes compliment her hair, a deeper and darker shade. Faded scars and lacerations are patchworked across Cayenne's body, though her face is primarily unblemished aside from a prominent chin injury. And, of course, she lacks a tail.
The soldier wears typical battle armor: a chest piece with shoulder pads, side guards, and a crotch guard alongside a pair of white studded striking gloves and alloy-tipped boots. It takes a divergence in the form of an optional battle-armor helm complete with a darkened visor and a bluish-black sweatshirt with baggy combat pants as opposed to the standard issue bodysuit. The gear comes together to make Cayenne look highly masculine, something the irritable warrior doesn't mind one bit.
Personality: An adult Cayenne sports an abrasive surface like most Saiyan soldiers, coming off as crude, arrogant, and xenophobic. This aggressive personality was forged over the last two decades in the crucible of Vegeta, shaped and reinforced by the harsh guiding hand of the Saiyan Military. Like most soldiers, she has an ingrained, fierce loyalty to the Saiyan race and the crown, positioning themselves first and foremost of any concern and ambition.
Despite this, the redhead is relatively amicable by Saiyan standards. This doesn't necessarily mean she is liable to act nice - or politely for that matter - but Cayenne sees little point in aggressively antagonizing others or attacking them for fun. She enjoys battle and destructive forces, but only during genuine conflicts.
Of course, she holds an intense pride and sense of brotherhood with any Vegeta citizens, forming easy and friendly bonds with them in a tribalistic mindset. This sense of honor and loyalty can expose some genuinely admirable streaks in Cayenne's behavior, though she is far from a selfless Hero.
History: Shortly after her birth to an unknown pair of parents, a nameless full-blooded Earthling baby found herself on Vegeta. The world was harsh, the gravity alone almost crushing the child if it wasn't for her slightly higher battle power - dismal by Saiyan standards, but enough to preserve life. A foreign orphan had little prospects in a society dominated by tribalism and strength, and it took two years until the wayward child was taken in as a ward by the Zucchero royal branch. Wards on Vegeta were typically taken in from orphanages and raised as not-quite children of influential families to serve Vegeta. Most wards would forge close bonds with one another out of a sense of familiarity and kinship, shouldering tasks and burdens placed upon them by their caretakers.
An Earthling with radically different looks to the average Saiyan was hard-pressed to make and keep friends, even as a young child. Her closest confidants were Luffa and Tercres. The two would rib Cayenne about her heritage and species, but compared to the caustic dismissiveness of other Saiyans, it was nearly nothing. She found a friend in another Saiyan outside the ward program, Calot. At the time, he was a soft-spoken and reserved child, though it came to light that the boy was a half-blood. While not quite as taboo as having NO Saiyan blood, it wasn't easy for Calot or his parents to bear the brunt of xenophobia. In this, she found kinship with him, sharing her blossoming cooking skills and distant dream of becoming a strong, mighty warrior like her Saiyan caretakers.
At the time, this dream had almost been snuffed out by the harsh words of those around her. With the support of Luffa, Tercres, and the surprisingly strong-willed motivation of Calot, she stuck to it. Against all odds, Cayenne managed to claw her way out of her destiny as a food preparation worker, enlisting in the basic Saiyan Milita for a number of years. While lacking the raw power of an Oozaru, Cayenne's ability to utilize a weaker form at any time and tactical ingenuity eventually saw her join the ranks of the Elite Army very recently. Her goal is to continue growing stronger, prove herself worthy of the Saiyan name, and reclaim Vegeta's independence from the USD once more.
Techniques -
[OT1] Lucora Gun: A slight offshoot of a continuous energy bullet technique with arcing shots that briefly leave tracers behind. [NRG]
[OT1] Accel Driver: Cayenne attacks with a few swift strikes, typically making use of her studded gloves and powerful elbows. [PHYS]
[DT1] Hyper Guard: Yellow sparks temporarily cloak Cayenne's body as they steel their concentration, transforming their outward battle aura into a shield.
[ST1] Flight: Manipulating her Ki, Cayenne can fly.
[ST1] Energy Sensing: Cayenne can sense the rough location and battle power of living beings in a short area.
Roleplay Sample: "Try and eat somethin' would you, Cay? You'll need the energy." Tercres, ebon-haired, strong and cheerful, gestured towards the redhead's barely touched plate of slop, smiling widely at her. The girl made a half-hearted attempt to return the gesture, but it was a dismal failure. She picked at the feast piled high with her favorite foods, the assortment only half of what most cadets were digging into. Tonight, her stomach was twisted with tension, throat dry and coarse, making it hard to even swallow a bite. Tomorrow would be a big day, she knew. She knew ALL too well, in fact. It would be the biggest day in her life; Tomorrow was Saiyan Sorting Day, and it'd be responsible for how she'd likely spend the rest of her life.
"Nerves, I imagine," said Luffa, setting down a piled-high plate and judiciously straightening her cadet armor straps. She was an odd specimen: thin and wiry, with a pair of crude vision goggles that seemed to be glued to her face. Brushing aside stray locks of dark, bluish-black hair, the girl spoke again: "Not hard to imagine why. All that hard work might not be enough to overcome Cayenne's personal hurdle." Face twisting into a soured expression, the redhead quickly replied: "I'm not nervous." It was a weak defense at best. While she didn't have the natural appetite and stomach space of a true Saiyan, Cayenne was never one to skimp out on a meal like this.
"There's nothing wrong with it." Luffa rebuffed the denial, taking a moment to shove a large forkful of some mystery meat into her mouth and swallowing it whole before continuing. "A small amount can heighten your perception, you know. Being wholly relaxed isn't a good state of mind for a warrior, either. Essentially, being worried isn't something you should worry about, so to speak." Cayenne's head shook miserably, but she couldn't keep a faint smile from forming at Luffa's attempt to console her. The smartest of them, she'd no doubt make a great addition to the science division many Saiyans often neglected. Advanced ships and Blutz Wave generators had become key to military efforts, after all.
Perhaps that was at the heart of the matter, after all. Cadets like Luffa - essentially everyone sans the one outsider among them - had nothing to fear come the morning. They already knew what profession they'd settle into with ease. "She ought to be nervous!" Boomed a boisterous voice belonging to Marrow, who had been silent up until that point. "I can't imagine the SAIYAN Elite Army will want anything to do with a soldier who can't transform into an Oozaru." Cayenne stayed silent, angrily shoving a sweet ball of honeyed pudding into her mouth. Tercres and Marrow were shining examples of what it meant to be soldiers, both boys with an already secure future in the army. Luffa would fall back to the science wing.
And Cayenne? Expectations for HER role had been loudly vocalized. A non-Saiyan woman with already functional cooking skills. Where else would people assume for her to end up besides food preparation? A dainty cook preparing meals for the REAL warriors and kings of Vegeta. Marrow, dull as he was, could sense her distaste - catching the Earthling's eye. "Still planning on trying your luck with the army, right Cayenne?" he'd ask through a mouthful of slop. "Better eat something then. You'll need to build yourself up." It was sarcastic advice; Marrow barely concealed his ugly snorts of laughter as the redhead glowered at him. "You need power, Cayenne. Real power. The type that only comes from having muscles like mine and a tail like... well, all of us. Except YOU." It wasn't an uncommon opinion of her. Quite the opposite, given her lineage as a full-blooded Earthling.
"Typically takes muscles behind the ears, too, Marrow." Tercres chimed in cheerily, the warrior clapping Cayenne on the back. "Little hard to comprehend, I know. High command is all about fighting smarter and not harder nowadays. Especially because of... you know what." If there was one way to defuse the tension between the fiery cadets, mentioning Vegeta's current state of half-submission to a foreign entity would be a good pick. Marrow abandoned his bullying in favor of slamming the table pointlessly. "Bastards is what they are." He waved his knife around threateningly as if he was expecting their oppressors to show themselves right then and there. "Can't believe some Saiyans can be content with that shit and claim they still have pride. If it were up to me, we'd go n' kick their asses out right now!"
Cayenne couldn't imagine that the general populace would be content with being under another's thumb for very long, but the decision and ultimate chunk of Vegeta's authority both rested in the hands of the elite. The barely double-digit cadets would have to crawl through the standard militia and invasion forces, somehow gain massive amounts of power, and THEN also stand out among the sea of potential recruits to ascend to the Elite Army. "I'd watch what I say, if I were you," Luffa lowly cautioned them, peering around at the mess hall. "We aren't exactly in private." Cadets were formed from orphans taken in as wards by wealthy and generous royal families, often trained to enter the workforce as highly skilled individuals when they came of age. That also meant most of their training spaces and dining areas were shared with regular rank-and-file soldiers, some among their number traitorously loyal to the USD.
"We'll get them," Cayenne angrily murmured, squeezing her fork hard enough for the utensil to bend. "I don't care what it takes." Marrow's gaze returned to her again, lips turning into a dismissive sneer. "You're smart enough to see the enemy; why can't you see that you're not cut out for the military? We need support teams to keep the soldiers stocked, and wasting time by trying to play Hero and prove yourself in a field you can't is just dumb." The worst part was that Cayenne partially BELIEVED that to be true herself. If it hadn't been for the constant support of Tercres and her old friend, Calot, she might've dropped her dreams of becoming a soldier altogether. "Let the meek and mild cook the food," She spat decisively. "I for one refuse to sit back and not get my hands dirty, even if I can't compete for power."
