Post by Kress on Jan 8, 2021 7:23:37 GMT
Character Name: Kress
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: My own Xenoverse 2 character and some found images that I'm saving for transformations.
Character Race: Saiyan
Character Racial Traits:
Saiyan Tail: Intact
- Zenkai: Boost to death battle gains depending on HP remaining after fight:
Health Remaining Bonus <100% +10% <80% +20% <60% +30% <40% +40% <20% +50% 0% (Dead) +25% - Oozaru: (20% to Strength, Ki & Durability | MUST have tail | must have a Full Moon or Power Ball active | 2 fatigue per turn) Oozaru cannot be shut down and ends only if user runs out of fatigue at any point, the Power Ball or Moon are destroyed, or if the user loses their tail (see the break system in “systems and rules”). Can stack with “Power Up”. Cannot be combined with “Muscular Form” or Transformation - can only be combined with Transformations (boosts are added, not multiplied) once special missions are completed, learning to control and tame the beastly form (1 mission per transformation unlocked). If combined with a transformation, fatigue costs are also added together.
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: Early 20s
Character Alignment: Indecisive
Starting Planet: Sadala
Starting Items:
- Battleworn Saiyan Army Scouter: An old scouter that has definitely seen better days (Slot: Head | +5% Durability | Allows use of Sense technique | Activation brings +5% ki in combat for 5 turns)
- Relic Space Pod: An extremely old spacecraft (Holds 1 person | No add-on slots | Light travel speed)
Starting Technique: Galick Gun
Stats:
Strength: 100
Ki: 150
Agility: 150
Durability: 100
Personality:
Kress isn't all that different from any low-class Saiyan, at least not on the surface. She's taken lives, conquered worlds, fought blindly for the glory of the Saiyan race and her Saiyan pride for virtually her entire life. She's got all the bluster she can muster and a Saiyan's fighting spirit, no doubt about that! But, as is true of many, the real Kress is not the person she allows her world to see.
Saiyan pride? She has none. If anything, she's started to feel the inklings of Saiyan shame. Not necessarily for the new Saiyan Empire under General Mikan, at least not yet, but the young Saiyan won't soon forget the foul taste of serving Frieza. The hollow reality that thousands have died at Saiyan hands, at her hands, for the enrichment of a tyrant. And she'll never forget how that tyrant showed them his gratitude.
Saiyan glory? Now that is beginning to feel more real. Sadala is harsh, but it feels more like home than Vegeta ever did, and the Saiyans who call it home have fought to protect their piece with a ferocity that might have turned the tide thirty years ago. Her people are still warmongers, but at least they've begun to fight for themselves and their prosperity instead of someone else's profit. Kress has even dared to dream of a galaxy where the Saiyans' warrior skill is esteemed instead of feared, but that feels quite a ways off.
And low-class? As much as she might wish otherwise, no, there isn't any disputing that point. Yet.
At her meaty, delicious core, Kress is a dreamer. She dreams of being more than she is, of her race becoming more than they are, of a life well-lived and a home worthy of the name.
History:
Kress was never an elite. Born in the waning days of Age 717, the child was designated a low-class warrior from the moment she was first cradled and tested, like her parents before her and their parents before them. As was the tradition for designated-combatants, she was loaded into an Attack Ball while barely past toddling age and fired through the void of space at a backwater world as an infiltration baby, destined to conquer a world for the PTO or die in the attempt.
In Kress's case, that planet was called Brub, and Planet Brub could best be described as... Well, lucky certainly isn't the right word for a lonely planet at the edge of the galaxy. Certainly not the right word for a planet targeted by the PTO. In fact, "lucky" is perhaps the most incorrect adjective available for a planet boasting an average power level of 100, two moons on a 12-day lunar cycle, and a Saiyan pod fast approaching.
One might call it low-difficulty.
Kress landed in the far outskirts of civilization, left to forage and fend for herself while learning to use her body in a new, low-gravity environment. Given time, she began sneaking into the nearest city on occasion, stealing food or impressing the locals with her speed and flight. Her forested home became terra incognita as well, owing to the giant monkey rampages that began weekly -- the Brub were not clever people, and none thought to connect Kress and the monster.
The conquering side of her infiltration didn't come naturally to Kress. There was a long period where she wondered if she could pull it off at all. She might never have tried at all, had a far-flying smuggler who used Brub as a waystation not recognized her spiky hair, furred tail, and battle armor. Already a fugitive from the armies of King Cold, the smuggler roused a furor in the local populace that culminated in a fire-and-pitchfork approach to their alien visitor.
Being hunted is a good motivator to kick people in the face.
And smash them with her mighty monkey fists.
It took the better part of five years but, eventually, judicious application of the Mighty Oozaru won out and the fractured nations of Planet Brub surrendered to Kress and the PTO writ-large. The hail call was sent back through her pod, and she kicked back to relax and wait for retrieval. She waited... Waited... Waited... Waited... Four long and lonely years, Kress looked to the sky and wondered when she would finally get to go home.
Unbeknownst to the low-class Saiyan, she was so far out in the sticks and Brub such a minimally valuable world -- its resources were slim, its people gentle, and its terrain unpleasant -- that her return to Planet Vegeta was one of the least important things on anyone's to-do list, her own family included. She was left there to live among the people she had so viciously oppressed, to see the far-reaching effects of putting a literal and metaphorical fist through their global infrastructure. Although her upbringing told her to look down on these people, to think of them as her inferiors, to withhold all compassion... Well, not every Saiyan is made equal. It planted seeds of doubt in her breast, the unspoken question, "Why did I do this?" rang in her mind more and more with every passing month.
That question had not faded, but likewise had not broken her when fortune struck: A PTO cargo vessel swinging near Brub detected the signature of her aging pod and checked the registry, discovering that the combatant below as still Pending Recovery. They took her back into the practical reaches of PTO space, and Kress found passage back to Vegeta from there. There wasn't fanfare for her return, nor even a sense of pride -- her parents were glad to hear she had succeeded, but they heard that years ago. It hadn't occurred to either of them that their child hadn't been picked up and redeployed wherever the Saiyan Army needed her.
But she hadn't. She'd been forgotten, and absolutely no one cared. Brub was marked Asset Recovered, Kress was given one of the new standard-issue scouters and up-to-date gear, then promptly kicked back into space as part of a low-class team to conquer new worlds. All there was in life was doing her duty, conquering worlds, and eventually dying -- maybe to overwhelming odds, maybe to bad luck.
And die she did.
Kress was among the innumerable Saiyans called back to Planet Vegeta for Frieza's genocide, and she was one of the many who realized, too little and too late, what was going to happen. She died a freedom fighter, one energy wave among hundreds firing fruitlessly into the sky as doom descended on the Saiyan race. She was disintegrated in an instant, gasping for breath as heat consumed the world.
And then, decades later, she finally breathed in.
Reborn with the rest of Vegeta, Kress was thoroughly lost in the implications for quite a long time. She numbly retreated from military service, one of many low-level warriors demoted into the infrastructure that the Saiyans direly needed without the PTO. Kress quietly did her part to keep her fellows fed and watered under King Vegeta, silently craving an escape. When it came, she was again unprepared: Queen Vegeta and General Mikan divided the Saiyans, somehow magically restored their ancestral homeworld of Sadala, and instantaneously transported every willing Saiyan to its surface in the blink of an eye.
And suddenly... Things didn't seem so bleak. Mikan didn't seem like any less of a warmonger than Vegeta, but starting from scratch on a forgotten world had a familiar charm to it. It wasn't long before the quiet, domestic work that had occupied Kress since the resurrection began to feel lacking, and she felt the call of adventure towards the stars.
Sample RP:
Am I... Alive?
Kress felt paralyzed, falling planetside with a rictus of shock on her face. The last moment she was aware of was the moment. The death sphere tore through atmosphere, scattered clouds, turned men and mountains to ash in seconds. Bardock had been above them all, fighting the hardest and dying first for his trouble. Kress remembered the feeling of her death. It wasn't just pain. No, it went quite a bit beyond something as banal as pain. The Saiyan had been dimly aware of her skin being blown away like so much paper. Of her muscle flash-burning until it fell as ash from her disintegrating bones. The experience defied a nervous system's capacity to process what was happening, and yet she remembered it so vividly: The light, the emptiness in her lungs as the blast knocked the wind from her body, the complete helplessness of being crushed like a pest beneath a boot.
But she wasn't dead. She was falling. The wind whipped past her ears, ruffling her black hair, and she could hear it. The sun shone on her face, and she could feel it. A breath filled her lungs, and she could taste it. Such small, precious pleasures inherent to life itself and, at long last, Kress had them again!
And that's when she went through the roof of someone's house like an Acme anvil.
Now this, this was pain. Normal, survivable, unpleasant pain, the likes of which she never imagined she would experience again. It was, in its own, shitty way, a goddamn delight.
Kress turned her head to the woman whose roof she had just used as a door, standing in the ruins of her tiny home. It appeared she had been shaken from a reverie of her own by the falling warrior's dynamic entrance.
"Are we...?" The stranger asked quietly.
The silence hung between them for a long moment.
"...Yeah." Kress finally answered, blinking dust from her eyes. "We're alive."
Referred By: No one! I put "Dragon Ball Roleplaying Forum" into Google and DBS was the very first result. I checked a few others, but this was by far my favorite.
