Post by Lord Cooler on Dec 19, 2019 8:00:45 GMT
Character Name: Mista
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: Seija Kijin
Character Race: Demon
Character Racial Traits:
Demonic Power: Choose one Form (Double-edge Form) that you don't normally have access to. You can access that form for a cost of 5% Fatigue per turn.
Tainted Touch: Once per battle, can apply any status effect to any chosen attack.
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 38
Character Alignment: Immoral -50
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items:
Sour Ensenji Extract: Some sorta' juice? It's got a rancid smell, be careful (Fully restores HP in battle | Consumable)
Cursed Amulet: An ancient amulet imbued with evil energy that almost seems to repel energy… almost (Slot: Accessory | Reduces damage from Ki attacks by 5%)
Starting Technique:
Demon’s Eye Blast 8% 11% Ki A discharge of electricity designed to paralyze the opponent. Reduce's target's agility by 10% for 2 turns.
Stats:
Strength: 100
Ki: 100
Agility: 200
Durability: 100
Personality:
Cunning, manipulative, and deceitful. Mista is a girl who’s used to having to going behind someone’s back to get something she wants. It’s basically second nature to her now, she’ll rarely ask for permission for anything, she’ll just make a plan to take it. If she’s not offering something in return, why would anyone agree to help her anyways? There’s no point wasting time, and besides, if she approached them about it anyways, they’d just get suspicious, it’d be harder to trick them, harder to steal what she wanted.
Power is everything in this world, and those without power have to scrabble for any advantage they can get. It’s the strong’s right to rule the weak, but so too is it the weak’s right to dupe the strong. It’s a toxic mentality that only further feeds into her manipulative nature. What is a friend? Someone who thinks you like them and you goad along until they’re no longer useful. Also, a potential scapegoat if things ever go tits up. One might wonder how lonely it is, living believing that everyone around her is going to try and use her if she doesn’t use them first. Well, it’s not that lonely at all. After all, she’s constantly interacting with people, a constant game of using them and tossing them aside before they can do the same to her. At least...that’s what she says.
History:
Demons, at least as most people understand them, are a rather ruthless bunch. People think Saiyans have a cruel society, the strong rule absolutely, but demons? It’s more like the strong and the cruel rule absolutely. If you’re weak you’re not just beneath the strong, you’re downright inferior, a slave by any other name. Well...that’s at least how it worked in the society Mista was born into. The Demon Realm is practically a reflection of the primary universe, and a massive civilization can have vast differences in regions and cultures. Maybe there’s a part of the Demon Realm that doesn’t have such a bleak outlook, where the weak have only two options, become strong, or bow down and lick the boots of their superiors. Mista wouldn’t know, because that society was the only one she ever knew.
Mista is not a strong demon, she never was. Born weak, from weak stock, her life has always been one where she was raised with the full understanding that she would serve those with actual power, and in such a culture, cruelty ran rampant. Mista was less a servant and more a punching bag, test dummy, a glorified slave only called something else because all around her insisted this was just what she was supposed to do. It was no wonder, being so relentlessly mistreated and treated with as little care as a table chair that she found herself clutching to any slight straw of influence. She wouldn’t submit, but she didn’t have the means to grow stronger. It was a rigged system, the duties heaped upon her, the punishments weighing down on her, they both ensured that she never had the time to improve herself, to even try to become stronger, to earn a better place in her society. It was a game that was rigged from the start, and once she was old enough to understand that, she began looking for ways to break the rules.
She wasn’t very strong, but what she was was clever, there was a simple cunning in her mind, the seeds of a greater intellect gone untended, but she started to tend to it how she could. Scraps of learning, reading over the shoulders of her ‘betters’ listening in on classes, paying close attention to what her betters spoke of at tables or among company. She started putting the pieces together, puzzling through how politics worked, the intricate manipulations and tangled webs of betrayals, alliances and arrangements. More importantly, she started to experiment with what little power she had. It didn’t go well, and many times she was caught and made an...example of. She grew a reputation as a notorious troublemaker, but she was such a good scapegoat, such a wonderful subject as an example of what would befall the other servants if they disobeyed that she was kept around. It was like a part of the family that she served saw her as a pet project, an example of what would happen, someone they intended to see made into a ‘proper’ servant.
It made things hellish, but it meant she could keep going, slowly growing, developing. Mista developed small little tricks, ways of deceiving the strong, learning what she could most easily slip away with without attention, what was going to be noticed, when it would, how they kept track of things. She grew better at hiding, lying, and stealing. Ultimately though, it didn’t change much. Her life had a few small extra comforts that she managed to steal, and a host of hellish punishments and lessons to try and straighten her out. She had to do something bigger, grander if she was ever going to try and really change her situation, to reverse her fate, and that opportunity came one day, when a member of the family was going to go on their first sojourn out of the demon realm and into the mortal realm. Summoned as part of a contract.
Mista used every trick she’d developed and honed, tricks that no one knew she’d ever developed until she managed to slip into the chambers where the ritual was taking place and then...with her final, most magnificent trick, she switched places with the one who was supposed to be summoned at the very last minue, laughing at them all as she vanished, and was whisked to Earth to answer the call of her summoner.
Sample RP: It’s Nian Gao/Chard!
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