Jul 7, 2024 15:23:36 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 7, 2024 15:23:36 GMT
Salada, Saiyan Warrior
Planet: Vegeta
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Race(s): Saiyan
Transformation Path: SSJ4
Racial Traits: Warrior's Pride, Zenkai, Tail of a Saiyan
Items: One Time Use Space Pod
Fighting Style: Brawler
Faction: Saiyan Empire
Sexuality: Bi
APPEARANCE
Standing at 5'6'' and weighing a solid 140 lbs, Salada is a prime example of a Saiyan warrior at her best. She is well known for her youthful beauty as well as strength with long, almost unkempt black hair, soft features and fair skin, her body extremely well-toned and muscular, displaying her dedication to her warrior nature. Salada wears a skin-tight blue suit with white armor and yellow shoulder/stomach padding resembling the elite armors of old. She dons a green scouter and can often be seen with a cocky smirk upon her face. She knows exactly how good she is and isn't afraid to show it.
PERSONALITY
Salada is a prime example of what Saiyans are meant to be: Cocky, sure of herself, and headstrong, Salada believes that herself (and her race, by extension) are the peak of strength in the universe and is NOT afraid to to meet any challenge to the contrary. Her connection to her Saiyan blood is strong, picking fights with any she deems worthy of her time or simply to enjoy herself. Battle is the heart of what makes a Saiyan... almost as much so as her pride.
Salada is very prideful. It is inconceivable to her that a lesser being could possibly rise to her level and, to her, it is merely a statement of fact to express such a point. Humans, changelings, they're all merely toys to be played with until their inevitable breaking point, something Salada is hardly fearful of approaching. A loss to Salada is less of a contradiction to her beliefs she should analyze and more of a direct blow to her pride. She doesn't take such insults lightly and will dedicate herself to not only evening the score, but completely dominating her quarry and asserting her superiority once again.
To Salada, strength and class are everything. Strength is determined by one's race. Class is determined by one's strength. Ergo, everything not a Saiyan is weak. And everything not an elite is low-class. ...But even Salada knows that the goalposts of power are an ever-shifting one and that some uppity runt may one day rise to challenge her. Salada seeks new methods to increase her power so that, without a doubt, she would, disputably, stand at the top of all that is. She is a Saiyan, the most powerful race of warriors in the universe.
Salada is very prideful. It is inconceivable to her that a lesser being could possibly rise to her level and, to her, it is merely a statement of fact to express such a point. Humans, changelings, they're all merely toys to be played with until their inevitable breaking point, something Salada is hardly fearful of approaching. A loss to Salada is less of a contradiction to her beliefs she should analyze and more of a direct blow to her pride. She doesn't take such insults lightly and will dedicate herself to not only evening the score, but completely dominating her quarry and asserting her superiority once again.
To Salada, strength and class are everything. Strength is determined by one's race. Class is determined by one's strength. Ergo, everything not a Saiyan is weak. And everything not an elite is low-class. ...But even Salada knows that the goalposts of power are an ever-shifting one and that some uppity runt may one day rise to challenge her. Salada seeks new methods to increase her power so that, without a doubt, she would, disputably, stand at the top of all that is. She is a Saiyan, the most powerful race of warriors in the universe.
HISTORY
Salada was born on planet Vegeta into the upper crusts of Saiyan society. Her mother, an Elite Warrior and her father, a general in the Saiyan military, Salada had known nothing but the comforts and dogma of those that surrounded her. She was special, she was told. Her power level made her what she was. Indeed, Salada was born with a remarkably high power level, sealing her position, by right, as what a Saiyan should be. Salada's early life centered around but two things: How to behave as the elite warrior she was, and how to hone her power to demonstrate just that.
...and Salada was a natural.
In the years leading to her adulthood, Salada had already taken many lives. Some in missions she went on voluntarily, others in duels against runts who thought themselves powerful. Salada was a noble, her right by blood and might. Any who contested her burned in her power and she was quick to demonstrate it. By the time she reached full adulthood, Salada had distanced herself from her parents and forged her own legacy out of her mettle, her name well known among the upper-crust of Saiyan society, written in the blood of those that would stand in way.
In current years, Salada had grown... comfortable in her lot. Secure, one might say. Her strength was proven, her might was absolute... she didn't have to prove anything to anyone... but herself. See, Salada had moved on from merely establishing herself and now she wanted more. More strength, more status, her Saiyan blood craved it! Salada looked to the stars for battles, stepping away from her noble status and going on missions as freely as mere middle/lower class warriors might! She reveled in the violence, felt her power swell...
...And now she may turn her gaze elsewhere, seeking to extend her reach ever further.
...and Salada was a natural.
In the years leading to her adulthood, Salada had already taken many lives. Some in missions she went on voluntarily, others in duels against runts who thought themselves powerful. Salada was a noble, her right by blood and might. Any who contested her burned in her power and she was quick to demonstrate it. By the time she reached full adulthood, Salada had distanced herself from her parents and forged her own legacy out of her mettle, her name well known among the upper-crust of Saiyan society, written in the blood of those that would stand in way.
In current years, Salada had grown... comfortable in her lot. Secure, one might say. Her strength was proven, her might was absolute... she didn't have to prove anything to anyone... but herself. See, Salada had moved on from merely establishing herself and now she wanted more. More strength, more status, her Saiyan blood craved it! Salada looked to the stars for battles, stepping away from her noble status and going on missions as freely as mere middle/lower class warriors might! She reveled in the violence, felt her power swell...
...And now she may turn her gaze elsewhere, seeking to extend her reach ever further.
TECHNIQUES
[OT1] Noble Cannon: Salada cups bother her hands in the direction of the opponent and fires a quick, powerful red beam at the opponent!a
[OT1] Vicious Rushdown: Salada lunges at the opponent, swinging her foot around to swipe across their jaw before delivering an uppercut to stomach, a headbutt to their nose, then kneeing them under the jaw, sending them flying!
[POT1] Noble Edge: Salada erects her fingers into a blade-like shape and generates a red blade-like energy structure around her hand! She then STABS it into the opponent, aiming to impale them!
[ST1] Flight: With her Ki, Salada can fly!
[ST1] Tail Mastery: Salada's mastery of her tail overcomes the inherent weakness of it being grabbed and squeezed! She also has mastery of her great-ape transformation!
[OT1] Vicious Rushdown: Salada lunges at the opponent, swinging her foot around to swipe across their jaw before delivering an uppercut to stomach, a headbutt to their nose, then kneeing them under the jaw, sending them flying!
[POT1] Noble Edge: Salada erects her fingers into a blade-like shape and generates a red blade-like energy structure around her hand! She then STABS it into the opponent, aiming to impale them!
[ST1] Flight: With her Ki, Salada can fly!
[ST1] Tail Mastery: Salada's mastery of her tail overcomes the inherent weakness of it being grabbed and squeezed! She also has mastery of her great-ape transformation!
RP SAMPLE
"Come now. You must be stronger than this." Salada huffed. She stood over the broken body of one of her challengers, a young Saiyan woman who had been so bold as to challenge the noble to a duel. This one, at least, had shown some promise! Basic research showed her battle record, her power level at time of last recording, she LOOKED like she would be a challenge, something for Salada to cut her teeth on!
Now here she knelt, exhausted, desperate, her pride in herself broken because her arrogance. Salada shrugged her shoulders and began to approach, cracking her gloved knuckles in the opposite hand. Desperate, the other Saiyan lunged for Salada, throwing a desperate punch in her direction! Salada simply ducked and swung an UGLY uppercut deep into the other woman's stomach, the sound of which like an explosion going off in the center of the arena. The gutteral wheeze she made brought satisfaction to Salada as she then headbutted the woman sharply, causing her to stumble back before a boot SWIFTLY rose and connected with the underside of her chin.
"Don't bother getting up." Salada grunted as the woman once more attempted to rise. Salada lowered her hand to her face and smirked, smirked at her shamed, enraged expression... before blowing it all away.
"Don't bother getting up." Salada grunted as the woman once more attempted to rise. Salada lowered her hand to her face and smirked, smirked at her shamed, enraged expression... before blowing it all away.
