Post by Qiongqi on Jan 25, 2019 3:00:04 GMT
Character Name: Cighiri (Pronounced Chi-gi-ree)
Canon or original character: OC
Face Claim: Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower
Character Race: Human
Character Racial Traits:
Determination: +25% Fatigue threshold .
Learn fast or die young: -20% TP requirement for techs.
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 33
Character Alignment: Neutral
Starting Planet: Hera
Starting Items:
Old Coupon - An old coupon clipped from a magazine. Can be exchanged for a one-off training session with a master of opposing alignment (one use | other requirements must first be met).
Dirty Baseball Cap - A dirty, but perfectly fitting cap with your favorite team's logo embroidered on it (Slot: Head | +10% Durability)
Starting Technique:
Rapid Sword Slash 12% Fatigue 11% Str Physical. The user slashes at their opponent multiple times over and over before delivering one final mighty slash. Very hard to dodge. Cuts.
Replacing Javelin kick (Akateko's original starting technique)
Distribute 500 SP (skill points) between your four stats
Distritubing 13,400 (previous Akateko stats)
Strength: 5,360
Ki: 1,340
Agility: 4,020
Durability: 2,680
Personality: Years of fighting in the arena have left Cighiri with her emotional capacity somewhat...limited, and her ability to interact with others stunted. At times this can cause Cighiri to come off as cold or uncaring. It’s hard to care about seeing someone get hurt when she’s seen far worse far too many times, sometimes inflicted upon herself. It can even seem like she doesn’t care about anything, but in truth, Cighiri has simply learned to guard and tightly constrict her emotions after years of conflict and battle, after countless mistakes where a hot head or a fearful heart led to her taking injuries that could have been avoided. It’s almost like she’s forgotten how one politely speaks to people, instead speaking in short, brusque and at times even cruel words to get her point across.
By the same stroke she’s both fiercely independent but has almost forgotten how to manage her life on her own. So long as a slave has left her with gaps in how one has to function in an actual society, the obligations and expectations and requirements. Yet she viciously tries to make her own choices regardless, in the arena it was always up to her own initiative and thoughts to come out victorious, and thus in any matters not relating to basic lifestyle she tries to make her own choices, and would have a tremendously difficult time following orders or working with another in combat.
As a result of this, she almost seems to have no idea what to do in normal circumstances, in day to day life. She’ll spend her time training, nursing her wounds, or just...sitting, waiting for the next event. If she’s hungry she’ll find food, and perhaps even be surprised that no one is bringing her any, and then remember why.
History: Long ago, when Cighiri was but Seventeen, she was hailed as a prodigy, a young genius, one of the best and brightest of her hometown, destined for great things. She was a bloody savant when it came to engineering, a girl with bright ideas and bright eyes. At the same time as she moved into the world, so young and yet already so qualified, a few corporations were putting together an expedition, preparing for a grand event that would cement themselves as the leads in human development, and perhaps even outshine capsule corporation! They were going to send a group of people into space, explore the stars, contact new alien species and set the stage for future colonization!
This was before the saiyans attacked, before any contact with extraterrestial beings was at all well known about. There was still a great deal of naysaying, a lot of criticisms of the project. For Cighiri though, it was practically a dream, getting pulled into this, having her age overlooked. Really she should have realized that the fact that such a massive enterprise was willing to hire someone not even eighteen yet, no matter how smart and qualified, was a warning sign, but ultimately, it didn’t really matter. When the expedition went wrong, it didn’t go wrong because of something wrong with the ship they built, or a lack of supplies. Maybe something would have gone wrong sooner or later, but they didn’t get a chance to find out.
They’d only been a week out of the solar system when they found extraterrestrials. Specifically? They found space pirates, and they weren’t interested in diplomacy. The ship was ransacked and destroyed, many of the crew were killed, and the rest? Taken away as spoils. Now, Cighiri was both attractive, but also a very fit, athletic girl. Being an astronaut can be quite physically demanding, and one could only imagine that going out of the solar system would only add to the burden! This however, made her and her remaining crew members...valuable, for a very specific venue that would become their living nightmare. The fight pits.
At the start it was torture, rough talking pirates whipped them into shape, beating them down hard. Some seemed to actually be trying to work them so hard that they’d die, so that they could try and guarantee a won bet. Others were simply sadists masquerading as trainers. Every week or so, they were shoved into pit fights against other slaves, aliens, wild animals and vicious beasts. Those days are a blur to Cighiri now. Somehow, she survived, pushed to the limits of physical ability and even sanity as she struggled every day for the right to keep breathing. Over time though, this had a gradual effect on body and mind. She got tougher, stronger. Wild beasts became easier to take down, she had to be matched up against stronger slaves and more dangerous fighters. Her mind grew used to it, growing numb to the carnage and violence. It became a never ending game of survival, and eventually? Many eyes drew to her, enough for her to gain an ‘investor.’ Nothing more than a polite name for an owner, purchasing her as his personal pit fighter, a slave to battle for amusement. He gave her fancy clothes, well made weapons, top notch training...and the fights only got harder, more vicious, more savage.
The perks grew as she fought day after day without relent, the only pauses being for increasingly rare training, and sometimes an extended stay in her ‘home’ nothing more than a well guarded cell when the match gave her more serious injuries. Eventually, her investor made a decision to ‘reward’ his prized fighter. Clearly she must be broken right? Her expression almost never changed, not when given delicious food, not when faced with insane odds, not when tossed an easy fight thanks to political machinations. She was almost like a machine, fighting when told without care or passion. Surely she was broken. The idea that she’d try to break out or free herself after this long after all this? It was ridiculous. Surely this amount of time would have left her unable to cope, unable to handle or even process the idea of freedom. So...he upgraded her quarters. It was almost a house. Near his own property, so he could show her off to guests or friends. It was little better than a servant’s room, but compared to the cell it would seem like a luxury, she’d be grateful, so why escape?
Well...there was one problem. Cighiri had, after the first four years of this endless conflict, made a silent resolution to herself. To never show emotion again for as long as she was in the fighting pits. To never show any surprise, fear, anger or happiness. Keep it all bottled up where it couldn’t interfere, to leave them unable to gain anything on her, to read her, to let them come to their own conclusions based on her actions and obedience. That way, one day, one day, when they were content, when they had ascribed her passive, unchanging expression to simple acceptance of her place, they’d let down their guard. They’d believe she was finally broken and give her a chance. A dangerous game, a game made all too often by the enslaved or captured that more often than not backfired, and they truly did give in and accept it, but something...something in Cighiri hadn’t given in. Something in her hadn’t accepted it. Perhaps it was the last tiny fragment of the girl who had once believed she was destined for the stars.
Either way, the result was the same. She was moved in, and that exact night she broke out, destroying her home, leveling half of her ‘investor’s’ compound and killing every single guard that got in her way, leaving a path of bloody carnage as she made her way into the winding streets of Hera.
Sample RP: dragonballsummit.proboards.com/thread/385/snipers-alley
Referred By: I’m Scalpe bitch!
