Post by Nero on Jul 27, 2012 0:04:20 GMT -5
Name: Nero Alias: Thief, Assassin, hired blade
Race: Saiyan
Age: Twenty- One
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:
Nero is a fit woman, who stands at about five feet and seven inches, when it comes to the height. She is a warrior, so her stomach is carved muscles, not to mention her arms and legs are well muscular also. She is an olive toned woman, with great purple eyes that seemed to always shin with curiosity, her lips match the color of her eyes- and it is rare to not find her normal smirk displayed proudly across her face. Her hair is wild, and is pulled into two pig tails at the side of her head- her hair is a dark brown
She is dressed rather oddly- some could say her outfit is jester-esque, but either way she can't really blend into a crowd. Not like she would even care too. She wears brown shorts, that are extremely short, along with a rather showy shirt, that is the same tone of brown, however it is barely hidden by another layer of clothing- a red one piece that covers both her arms, her torso and her legs. It is fashioned so on the torso it is cut to two arms that strap together to the bottom part of her outfit. A brown collar tight around her neck, with feathers that decorate underneath it. A brown belt thrown over her outfit, gripping her hips loosely.
Golden gauntlets grip her wrist and forearm, that are sharpened down to a sharp point at the finger nails, with brown knee high boots that grip at her legs.
Personality:Nero is a very different type of woman, she’s manipulative and very good at mocking people. The two key traits that seem to run her life. She seems to only care about herself. However, she does have morals, skewed but still there, she knows right from wrongs. She just has a bit different view. She doesn’t see anything wrong with taking from the rich when opportunities have it, however she does see senseless killing as a waste of blood and ammo.
Nero is good at what she does, when she’s fighting she is more so a predator if anything. Her mind is on the kill at all times, but she has managed to fight the impulses. She’s cold and precise, always calculating, a brilliant mind, with a sharp tongue to add to it. Nero doesn’t really get the point of chain in command, and even if she can’t openly insult some one higher then herself, she sure will be one passive aggressive jerk.
Nero maybe a bit cocky but she isn’t stupid, she weighs up her options before she goes into something, and rarely acts on impulse, few things seem to even bother Nero actually. She can take the beating of her life time with pride, but if some one threatens her friends in any way, Nero is one dangerous girl, if she doesn’t strike her revenge personally- which is her preferred way, she will eventually, which leads us to the next topic.
She has an excellent memory, she can remember almost every event in her life, it’s more so a curse to her. Something that tends to keep her up night by night- however it is something she’ll never admit to. If one would ask she would gloat about sleeping like a rock. Nero’s one thing is not to show fear, she hardly does- it has been something she trained herself to do, even when she is scared she can keep a mask of calmness to her- this can also be a downfall for herself.
She has demanding voice, and when she speaks she demands to be listened too. If she should waste time explaining, that person should show the courtesy to listen, but over all Nero can be explained as lot of things, the main traits, mysterious, proud, and mainly she can’t seem to trust anyone, only herself- she doesn’t need anyone else, right?
History:
Nero had been born an orphan, and for the majority of her life- she didn’t even know that she had been a Saiyan. She has no memory of her parents, or how she became- her life simply started out as a five year old orphan on a planet that she has long forgotten, or maybe she never really cared for it. You see the five year old orphan had no idea what she was, but the king of the planet had known- and the child only knew imprisonment,and pure hate. The child had no idea what power slept peacefully with in her.
She made Saiyans look like a joke, the confused child who simply was a prisoner, to say her life was happy would be a rather large under statement. She spent five years in captivativity, and quiet frankly the solitude- some would say brought the child to insanity, when she was ten a bloody civil war had broke out in the planet- the king had been cruel, and quiet frankly could probably pass as a saiyan... attitude wise, he was far weaker. The child had been the strongest power level on the planet, in a last attempt to claim his own planet back to him, the king had released the child- telling her if she would kill those who oppress him, she will have her freedom. Nero had known nothing of killing, even though it is most likely a Saiyan instinct, and the king pushed the five year old girl into the battle.
It didn't take long for the Saiyan tendacies to break out, the first splatter of blood that touched her face would awaken the instinct, to say that anyone had a chance against the blood hungry, child saiyan- who had no idea what she had been- would be an understatement. The civil war was brought to an end that day- however she didn't stop there. The very people that had isolated her, treated her as if nothing but a caged beast had praised her- the praise wasn't something that she cared for, but she went back to the king- more so a war machine then a child, and the king made the mistake in going back on his promise, before the guards could even grab the girl to take her back to the cell, the king was dead.
The entire world had been destroyed before a full day in that world. Completely alone in the world, with no idea what she was. Lucky for her, actually a rogue Saiyan had come pass the world, and had seen the blood shed and the loneliness the world had harbored now his name had been Nyakya- or at least that's how he introduced himself to the small child, instantly knowing she had been a saiyan, but showed surprise when the child had no recollection of anything- the only thing she had known was life on the now dead planet- and the life she spoke of only angered Nyakya, unable to leave the child- for she had reminded him of her own he took her away from the planet- but not before destroying it in front of her.
The rogue had lived in a small space ship, that hardly would be designed for a child. He however explained to the child, once she had became familiar enough to the man, what she was What they were, he explained their mighty race too her, and Nero- living a life of a slave, was fascinated that she came from such a powerful race, she wanted to become a powerful Saiyan to kill anyone to look down to her, this only made Nyakya proud- as Nero aged older and older- Nyakya would train with her- and become her mentor. He taught her everything he knew, and she learned it at an overwhelming rate- even for a saiyan, he would notice.
However happiness with Nero is a fleeting emotion, as Nyakya would find his own child again. A strong saiyan who had worked for the changelings- Nero didn't know much about them, just that Nyakya despised them, and in an attempt to convince his son to come with the two, too travel around the universe- he killed him. Nero was in shock- the only person she knew, the only person who ever cared for her- killed by his own son. Nero would quickly attack the man, who had been much more powerful then the girl- to say the least. The battle between the two, well it wasn't really a battle- due to the fact that a battle implied that both sides had an equal chance of winning, it was really that Nero became a punching bag- but he didn't kill her.
The girl had actually escaped from his son, but only because the son allowed it. Weakened she made it to New Namek, at the age of fifteen, beaten but not near death- just in extreme pain and she passed out. She spent two years on Namek, the Namekians that had taken her in, had showed the girl a way to control her hate and anger- which wasn't an easy feat for her, but she grew to respect the people, they were kind to her, and even taught her fighting techniques that she learned, but she couldn't stay there, she didn't exactly blend in with the race, she didn't feel as if she belonged there, but before she left the Namekians had given her a gift and a new technique that would help the Saiyan, a blade fashioned into a circle, it was sharper then what she had ever seen. She would find herself through the years being hired by different people, doing various sorts of jobs, most involved killing- which she found easy to do- being a saiyan by blood and all. She wanted to get stronger- she wanted to avenge the only father figure she had. She was going to avenge him.
Years would pass and she would find herself drawn to a small planet- that seemed to be mostly covered by a liquid substance- and had noticed that it was called Earth, this would be her temporary home until she could find the murderer of Nyakya, his own son.
Powers and Techniques:
Swordsman ship She is an incredibly swords man- erm woman. She doesn’t use the normal blade though, her blade is circular, and is often slung around her bodice.
Levitation/ Flight- Every saiyan can do this.
Acrobatics Every since she was a young girl it was something her mother wanted her to do. Now as an adult she puts a use to it. She is extremely quick and flexible which allows her to be some sort of assistance in almost any situation.
CapoeiraThis fight style is known by quick and complex moves, using mainly power, speed, and leverage for leg sweeps. She prefers this style because it is something that aids her in the offensive and defensive styles.
Basic Energy Blast A purple blast that can vary in size and shape, that comes out from the palm of her hands, finger tips, and even mouth.
Lunar Blade A technique she taught herself, throwing her blade into the air and hitting it with her basic energy blast, she can trick her mind into thinking it is a full moon, this is what she does as a last resort sort of issue.
Scattered Lunar Blast Throwing her blade to the oppenant she is able to shoot it with her energy blast, the blade becomes a spinning circular energy orb, sending waves of blasts out until the blade meets her again, at the beginning of the technique the blasts will become very hard to spot before it's too late to dodge them, but progressively slows down.
Roleplay Sample:
Race: Saiyan
Age: Twenty- One
Gender: Female
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance:
Nero is a fit woman, who stands at about five feet and seven inches, when it comes to the height. She is a warrior, so her stomach is carved muscles, not to mention her arms and legs are well muscular also. She is an olive toned woman, with great purple eyes that seemed to always shin with curiosity, her lips match the color of her eyes- and it is rare to not find her normal smirk displayed proudly across her face. Her hair is wild, and is pulled into two pig tails at the side of her head- her hair is a dark brown
She is dressed rather oddly- some could say her outfit is jester-esque, but either way she can't really blend into a crowd. Not like she would even care too. She wears brown shorts, that are extremely short, along with a rather showy shirt, that is the same tone of brown, however it is barely hidden by another layer of clothing- a red one piece that covers both her arms, her torso and her legs. It is fashioned so on the torso it is cut to two arms that strap together to the bottom part of her outfit. A brown collar tight around her neck, with feathers that decorate underneath it. A brown belt thrown over her outfit, gripping her hips loosely.
Golden gauntlets grip her wrist and forearm, that are sharpened down to a sharp point at the finger nails, with brown knee high boots that grip at her legs.
Personality:Nero is a very different type of woman, she’s manipulative and very good at mocking people. The two key traits that seem to run her life. She seems to only care about herself. However, she does have morals, skewed but still there, she knows right from wrongs. She just has a bit different view. She doesn’t see anything wrong with taking from the rich when opportunities have it, however she does see senseless killing as a waste of blood and ammo.
Nero is good at what she does, when she’s fighting she is more so a predator if anything. Her mind is on the kill at all times, but she has managed to fight the impulses. She’s cold and precise, always calculating, a brilliant mind, with a sharp tongue to add to it. Nero doesn’t really get the point of chain in command, and even if she can’t openly insult some one higher then herself, she sure will be one passive aggressive jerk.
Nero maybe a bit cocky but she isn’t stupid, she weighs up her options before she goes into something, and rarely acts on impulse, few things seem to even bother Nero actually. She can take the beating of her life time with pride, but if some one threatens her friends in any way, Nero is one dangerous girl, if she doesn’t strike her revenge personally- which is her preferred way, she will eventually, which leads us to the next topic.
She has an excellent memory, she can remember almost every event in her life, it’s more so a curse to her. Something that tends to keep her up night by night- however it is something she’ll never admit to. If one would ask she would gloat about sleeping like a rock. Nero’s one thing is not to show fear, she hardly does- it has been something she trained herself to do, even when she is scared she can keep a mask of calmness to her- this can also be a downfall for herself.
She has demanding voice, and when she speaks she demands to be listened too. If she should waste time explaining, that person should show the courtesy to listen, but over all Nero can be explained as lot of things, the main traits, mysterious, proud, and mainly she can’t seem to trust anyone, only herself- she doesn’t need anyone else, right?
History:
Nero had been born an orphan, and for the majority of her life- she didn’t even know that she had been a Saiyan. She has no memory of her parents, or how she became- her life simply started out as a five year old orphan on a planet that she has long forgotten, or maybe she never really cared for it. You see the five year old orphan had no idea what she was, but the king of the planet had known- and the child only knew imprisonment,and pure hate. The child had no idea what power slept peacefully with in her.
She made Saiyans look like a joke, the confused child who simply was a prisoner, to say her life was happy would be a rather large under statement. She spent five years in captivativity, and quiet frankly the solitude- some would say brought the child to insanity, when she was ten a bloody civil war had broke out in the planet- the king had been cruel, and quiet frankly could probably pass as a saiyan... attitude wise, he was far weaker. The child had been the strongest power level on the planet, in a last attempt to claim his own planet back to him, the king had released the child- telling her if she would kill those who oppress him, she will have her freedom. Nero had known nothing of killing, even though it is most likely a Saiyan instinct, and the king pushed the five year old girl into the battle.
It didn't take long for the Saiyan tendacies to break out, the first splatter of blood that touched her face would awaken the instinct, to say that anyone had a chance against the blood hungry, child saiyan- who had no idea what she had been- would be an understatement. The civil war was brought to an end that day- however she didn't stop there. The very people that had isolated her, treated her as if nothing but a caged beast had praised her- the praise wasn't something that she cared for, but she went back to the king- more so a war machine then a child, and the king made the mistake in going back on his promise, before the guards could even grab the girl to take her back to the cell, the king was dead.
The entire world had been destroyed before a full day in that world. Completely alone in the world, with no idea what she was. Lucky for her, actually a rogue Saiyan had come pass the world, and had seen the blood shed and the loneliness the world had harbored now his name had been Nyakya- or at least that's how he introduced himself to the small child, instantly knowing she had been a saiyan, but showed surprise when the child had no recollection of anything- the only thing she had known was life on the now dead planet- and the life she spoke of only angered Nyakya, unable to leave the child- for she had reminded him of her own he took her away from the planet- but not before destroying it in front of her.
The rogue had lived in a small space ship, that hardly would be designed for a child. He however explained to the child, once she had became familiar enough to the man, what she was What they were, he explained their mighty race too her, and Nero- living a life of a slave, was fascinated that she came from such a powerful race, she wanted to become a powerful Saiyan to kill anyone to look down to her, this only made Nyakya proud- as Nero aged older and older- Nyakya would train with her- and become her mentor. He taught her everything he knew, and she learned it at an overwhelming rate- even for a saiyan, he would notice.
However happiness with Nero is a fleeting emotion, as Nyakya would find his own child again. A strong saiyan who had worked for the changelings- Nero didn't know much about them, just that Nyakya despised them, and in an attempt to convince his son to come with the two, too travel around the universe- he killed him. Nero was in shock- the only person she knew, the only person who ever cared for her- killed by his own son. Nero would quickly attack the man, who had been much more powerful then the girl- to say the least. The battle between the two, well it wasn't really a battle- due to the fact that a battle implied that both sides had an equal chance of winning, it was really that Nero became a punching bag- but he didn't kill her.
The girl had actually escaped from his son, but only because the son allowed it. Weakened she made it to New Namek, at the age of fifteen, beaten but not near death- just in extreme pain and she passed out. She spent two years on Namek, the Namekians that had taken her in, had showed the girl a way to control her hate and anger- which wasn't an easy feat for her, but she grew to respect the people, they were kind to her, and even taught her fighting techniques that she learned, but she couldn't stay there, she didn't exactly blend in with the race, she didn't feel as if she belonged there, but before she left the Namekians had given her a gift and a new technique that would help the Saiyan, a blade fashioned into a circle, it was sharper then what she had ever seen. She would find herself through the years being hired by different people, doing various sorts of jobs, most involved killing- which she found easy to do- being a saiyan by blood and all. She wanted to get stronger- she wanted to avenge the only father figure she had. She was going to avenge him.
Years would pass and she would find herself drawn to a small planet- that seemed to be mostly covered by a liquid substance- and had noticed that it was called Earth, this would be her temporary home until she could find the murderer of Nyakya, his own son.
Powers and Techniques:
Swordsman ship She is an incredibly swords man- erm woman. She doesn’t use the normal blade though, her blade is circular, and is often slung around her bodice.
Levitation/ Flight- Every saiyan can do this.
Acrobatics Every since she was a young girl it was something her mother wanted her to do. Now as an adult she puts a use to it. She is extremely quick and flexible which allows her to be some sort of assistance in almost any situation.
CapoeiraThis fight style is known by quick and complex moves, using mainly power, speed, and leverage for leg sweeps. She prefers this style because it is something that aids her in the offensive and defensive styles.
Basic Energy Blast A purple blast that can vary in size and shape, that comes out from the palm of her hands, finger tips, and even mouth.
Lunar Blade A technique she taught herself, throwing her blade into the air and hitting it with her basic energy blast, she can trick her mind into thinking it is a full moon, this is what she does as a last resort sort of issue.
Scattered Lunar Blast Throwing her blade to the oppenant she is able to shoot it with her energy blast, the blade becomes a spinning circular energy orb, sending waves of blasts out until the blade meets her again, at the beginning of the technique the blasts will become very hard to spot before it's too late to dodge them, but progressively slows down.
Roleplay Sample:
Violet eyes cast a glance to the small planet, it was adorable- nothing large. It held one moon and one sun, it had a small population of humanoid creatures- just like herself- of course she doubted that any of them would be as strong as herself. She glanced down, it seemed like a boring planet to say the least- she took a look around the small space pod- nothing had changed. Systems were all in check, and training had been getting repeatitive- even though it was something she would need to do. She pushed a few strands of brown locks out of her face and looked to her space pod, putting in components to the darkside of the humans moon. She grabbed her rather large blade, swinging it over her shoulder, and resting it against her shoulders.
She smirked and opened the pod’s doors before jumping down. She had levitated to the ground, in the middle of an over populated section of the world. A city, and when she landed people stared to her, and screamed at her large blade. She blinked a bit in confusion as she rubbed the back of her head nervously. They all had rather weak power levels, purple eyes glanced around as she walked slowly down the side walk- the woman walked calmly- of course she wouldn’t be able to fit in, they wore what looked like such tight clothing- she doubted that any of them could fight. Those who fail to plan, plan to fail. She only shook her head and laughed a bit, as she walked down the side walk.
Her eyes scanned over the area and she could hear loud wailing noises, she had done her home work on the planet, and had known that had been a sign of the authorities of the planet coming. She turned her back and looked towards the police cars coming straight towards her. She knew of what was acceptable and what wasn't in this planet- but this wasn't her planet.. she was above the law here- she respected it.. but barely. She turned her back to the cars as they stopped.
Miss, put down the weapon. she heard some one call, had humans really been that threatening looking? Her eyebrows rose, and she turned towards them, she didn't even care much to grab her blades- she didn't need to use it. She jumped in the air, the blade swinging around her. She giggled, “Do not fret” she announced softly. "I mean no harm.." her violet eyes falling to the men's guns, she smirked and then looked up before levitating up. She didn't have time to deal with the locals.
But to say the least she expected some sort of interesting thing to happen with this small planet.
