Post by Carriaxa on Jul 10, 2024 0:33:16 GMT
Name: Carriaxa
Age: Unknown, but a few centuries old
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Default
Racial Traits: Looters, Interdimensional Transition, Makyo Power
Items:
Fighting Style: Distanced
Faction (Optional): N/A (For now)
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance:
Personality: A cold-blooded demon who moves in the shadows and navigates the mortal world with a dagger stashed underneath her dress, Carriaxa thrives off of chaos and malevolency. Typical as a demon, she has shameless satisfaction in the misery she has caused others and stripping all forms of hope and confidence. It highlights her deriving pleasure from other's pain and suffering, always receiving joy when it comes to snatching their aspirations and ambitions. On the other side of the coin, Carriaxa embraces whatever comes her way. She expels a sick, twisted kick from abuse and maltreatment. It pulses both excitement from the rush of putting someone in their place as a get back, fueling her bloodlust nature. In addition, it also encourages her demented pleasure. A woman that loves to share anguish is also someone that greatly welcomes pain itself.
Carriaxa has an eerily calm demeanor despite her craving for chaos and blood. Her outward behavior is of a prey slowly circling around and playing with its prey, awaiting a perfect and satisfying moment to pounce and sink her teeth in. Deception and her ability to camouflage in the dark comes naturally from centuries of living through different personas via her illusions. This marks her calculative trait, always being able to be quick on her feet and think ten steps ahead. She's mainly levelheaded and demonstrates the capacity of leadership and confidence. The demon proved herself to be intelligence and has a conscience, almost philosophical. While it may appear she does everything on a whim, every action is carefully thought out.
Albeit the concept of Carriaxa's calamity, what is fun in life without a little danger? She sometimes like to throw caution to the wind and live life to the fullest, somewhat delving into her more natural instincts as a primal demon. She sees almost every situation as a mere game, something to keep her delighted and her spirits up. This is also demonstrated by having almost little to no regard for other people. She never has a filter on her. She says whatever is on her mind if the scenario grants it, even if it may be seen as offensive or vulgar. This also extends to jokes and banter, always finding newer ways to say even the most obscene phrases and thoughts. In return, and as expected, she welcomes this behavior. She sees no problem in it, but knows that it may make others uncomfortable, though she doesn't care much to tone it down or understand that certain things should not be said at certain times.
With the idea of almost every scenario being just a game, Carriaxa can be very theatrical. With chaos, she lives for the drama. She's expressive, complementing her love for chaos. She enjoys instigating and being the cause of chaos. She often uses hand gestures as a way to tell a story of how she feels. This also assists in her charisma, being able to capture people's attention and persuade them with ease. This also add on nicely to Carriaxa's playful nature and in connection to not being seriously (or overtly serious) most of the time. Her brutal honesty, on the other hand, can heighten up her character or could be the downfall of it, depending on how one would want to describe it.
Carriaxa can have great respect for those that subjectively deserve it. To many people's surprise, she's capable of feeling guilt and can always admit that she messed up. The difference is that she knows how to mask it. Because of how chaotic Carriaxa's behavior is, it's easy to overlook the idea that she can have a heart and show great concern for others, even if it may seem unorthodox or eccentric. When she isn't bloodthirsty or energetic, she can be empathetic or even motherly. However, such a side is very rare.
History: The underworld was too small for Carriaxa and her older brother, Samnu. Both brought into the demon realm from a noble family that worked closely with the demon king, the clan of Amon was feared across Hell. Their infamy came to light when they were responsible for the disposal of the previous demon ruler in favor for the current political head to take control. There's been rumors of Samnu and especially Carriaxa's involvement in carrying out the assassination. While Carriaxa herself plays up to the rumors and doubles down at every mention of the incident, it has never been officially confirmed.
Carriaxa and Samnu were notorious for their unnatural thirst for power and dominance, making themselves known to those that will feel their wrath with a bang. Their personalities, especially, were similar to an extent in a sense of how they carried themselves. Samnu was viewed to be mysterious, almost always quiet. The demon was considered to be the coldblooded, ruthless killer that always covered his tracks and kept things at a professional level. Carriaxa, was similar, though there were major differences that were clear as day: she was more charismatic, calm, whilst having an eccentric twinge and throwing caution to the wind whenever she feels like it. These differences caused numerous back and forths with each other, but both siblings have their respect for each other.
The siblings had taken their time to observe what goes on in the mortal world between the planets. From galactic tournaments to the revival of the Saiyan race that went on to spread chaos amongst the cosmos, they took note of the disorder that continued. It gave Carriaxa an idea; an idea to help "save" the mortals whilst furthering to pit them against each other. Namek, Cereal, and Frost were already conquered by the Saiyans, whereas Earth became their next target. There were a few alien species that resided on the blue marble, yet the majority of the population was still human. It made her think, what if she could convince humans to cleanse their planet from the Namekians, Cerealians, etc, to protect their homeworld?
Yes, in her mind, it was the perfect plan. It was an easy way to gain control over a plan and become the new authority. Take over Earth, help liberate other plans, then force them to serve under not just Carriaxa and her brother, but to also serve under the Demon Realm. When she presented the plan to Samnu, he was initially hesitant with such a global scale of an idea. Eventually, Carriaxa was able to convince Samnu that this was for the greater good for the Demon Realm. Carriaxa had bigger plans to follow through, but for now she had to take it one step at a time.
Since her arrival on Earth, Carriaxa and her brother have explored the planet for years on end and soon began to start their plan of dominating Earth before the other planets...
Techniques:
{ST1} Sensorial Perception: As a demon, Carriaxa has heightened senses that surpass the majority of other races. Her five senses are able to detect other people's presence. She can hear the faintest heartbeat, see perfectly within the dark, being able to tell from various tastes, and sense a disturbance in the air that can help her pinpoint exactly where someone is! This also extends to being able to detect different races by their unique scent that they carry.
{ST1} Ki Supression: Carriaxa has the ability to suppress her true power level.
{ST1} Flight: Carriaxa uses her ki to fly in the air!
{ST1} Illusionary Disguise: Carriaxa uses her demonic powers to cast illusions, specifically to alter her appearance to fit whatever scenario she's in. She can appear to be Namekian, Saiyan, Human, etc.
{P1OT1} Death Beam: Carriaxa releases a powerful condensed beam that can pierce through enemies!
Roleplay Sample: The sky fell into dusk, so the entire town was covered in darkness. Heavy rain knocked on the rooftop with occasional thunder that exploded from above. For the demoness, it was no issue to stalk around in the dark. Her nyctoception made her an apex predator when it came to bounties. She enjoyed the hunt. Carriaxa loves when her prey runs and especially when they fight back. It got her blood pumping and gave her more motivation to make sure death was a slow and painful process. Regardless of Carriaxa's effort to attract minimal attention to herself, she called out in the evidently empty building with an eerily cheerful hum to make her presence known.
The demoness’ humming was soft, almost delicate. In a deserted house located in a town forsaken by its own citizens due to a militia war that brought its demise into crumbles, even the most obscure sounds were picked up. A crooked smile crept onto the demoness's lips during her stalking around the broken down home, her panting leveling down heavily compared
to an impatient wolf ready to leap onto its prey and skin them alive. The sound of her footsteps reflected across the hollow hallways. Her breathing was heavy, but controlled. Her colored pupils slid across room to room for her prey, cautious to not raise any suspicion on herself.
"I know exactly where you are, where you're cowering, boy... I will wait out here for as long as you hide until you show yourself. The longer you keep me waiting, the more unfortunate your fate will be if you continue to be disobedient." The tone she cooed in was calm, if not challenging her target to continue out of the demoness' sight. The question then was, will he show himself?
After what felt like an eternity of silence, that’s what was all was given as a reply. Silence. She was met with the heavy quietness and the pounding sound of heavy rain that overtook the town.
"...I see... a shame for you, but more joy for me when I see you." She whispered the taunt to herself. Her tone shifted to a more desperate, eager vibration as she licked her lips in anticipation.
All the while just a room across from her, supposedly what looked to be the living room, was a demoralized man who looked to be broken down. His clothing was born apart with blood painted all over his bright blue shirt and pants pained in dirt. He was drenched from the rain. He ran as far as his body could take him, for escape and survival. One shoe was missing from his foot that exposed his black sock whereas the other one had its laces completely untied. In his hand was a small combat knife, ready to spring and pounce to attack if the demoness ever discovered his location. He tried to manage his heavy breathing from the adrenaline for survival, but every few seconds was a sputter as resulted from his failed attempts.
Pitch black, the man had nothing to go by, visually. He couldn't even see what was in front of him. All he knew was he hid behind a large couch. To begin with the tiny spark in the man that still shined bright, the footsteps sounded to be faint and lower. That meant the demoness most likely passed the living room area and to another area of the house. Could this be his opportunity to leave? To finally escape and get the upper hand on Carriaxa? The disadvantage was he didn't know where he'd go with how dark the house was. He could bump into something and give attention to himself.
"No... I gotta go..." He whispered an ounce of confidence to convince himself into escaping. He had to escape or else he'd be discovered eventually. He just had to be careful, take his time... yes, that's what he had to do if he wanted to live.
The man straightened out his legs to stand up and began to blindly tip toe around the living room. "Careful... careful..." The man comforted himself to settle his nerves. His hands out and gently bumping into objects so he avoided impatience, the man took his time in physically scoping out where he was. Sooner than later, he found himself in the hallways.
"Alright... I just need an exit... fast..."
His head swiftly turned in almost all directions for the closest exit. It was either the door or the window across from him that seemed to be what he assumed to be the kitchen.
"Quiet..." He continued to comfort himself to control the fear that leaped all around his stomach while he approached the window. Now in front of it, the man began to lift it open. When the window was slowly and painfully slid up, harsh wind blew right in his face. His composure remained as freedom was right in front of him.
When he began to fit himself through the window, he felt a forceful wrap around his neck. The sensation of his throat being crushed sent the man into panic. The sound of choked air screeched throughout the house, the man frantically wove both arms around as he tried to slip from the grip on his neck. His eyes shot wide open in panic, body jerked about to get away as quickly as possible.
"Hmm... quite disappointing..."
The uncanny familiar voice softly whispered in the man's ear in contrast to his alarmed state. "I almost felt bad for you. The way you wandered hopelessly... the way your heart beats in distraught when you try not to bring any attention to yourself." While she talked quietly, she slid out a pistol from her holster and held it right at the man's temple, the barrel contacting his skin. "You were close, I'll admit that. You were just about to make your escape... but alas... as imagination tried to free you, reality has trapped you back in." She hissed delightfully in his ear.
In spite of the man's current condition and waving his knife around, luck struck him as he managed to stab Carriaxa right on the side of her stomach! Distracted and taken back from the stab, Carriaxa growled a low grunt as her grip weakened.
"Shit!"
When the man felt her grip loosen, he shoved the demoness back as hard as he could to throw her down to the ground. He launched himself back to the window and slid it wide open. The man squatted a little before he then jumped through the window with a rough THUD! that was then met with a pained grunt of his own. Despite the throbbing pain that circulated, the man pushed through the uncomfortable sensation and dragged himself up to his feet to run away, though in a more "limping" motion.
"GO! GO! GO! GO! GOOOOOOO!" The man gasped hysterically to himself.
All the demoness did was watch the man make his "grand" escape. Anger, disappointment, frustration, nor even pain was expressed. Instead, Carriaxa sat on the ground with the same crooked smile that widened in thrill. She was in no fraught. She was the opposite. Excitement. She slowly stood up and casually pulled the knife out from her side. The blade was covered in her own black blood as the wound from the stab began to leak, but Carriaxa did nothing but stare at the knife before her attention was brought back to the window, the man now at a farther distance but still in sight.
"I will be given my reward... my satisfaction of watching you squirm until your last breath." Maxara spoke with oozing but silent confidence.
Age: Unknown, but a few centuries old
Starting Planet: Earth
Race: Demon
Transformation Path: Default
Racial Traits: Looters, Interdimensional Transition, Makyo Power
Items:
Fighting Style: Distanced
Faction (Optional): N/A (For now)
Sexuality: Demisexual
Appearance:
Personality: A cold-blooded demon who moves in the shadows and navigates the mortal world with a dagger stashed underneath her dress, Carriaxa thrives off of chaos and malevolency. Typical as a demon, she has shameless satisfaction in the misery she has caused others and stripping all forms of hope and confidence. It highlights her deriving pleasure from other's pain and suffering, always receiving joy when it comes to snatching their aspirations and ambitions. On the other side of the coin, Carriaxa embraces whatever comes her way. She expels a sick, twisted kick from abuse and maltreatment. It pulses both excitement from the rush of putting someone in their place as a get back, fueling her bloodlust nature. In addition, it also encourages her demented pleasure. A woman that loves to share anguish is also someone that greatly welcomes pain itself.
Carriaxa has an eerily calm demeanor despite her craving for chaos and blood. Her outward behavior is of a prey slowly circling around and playing with its prey, awaiting a perfect and satisfying moment to pounce and sink her teeth in. Deception and her ability to camouflage in the dark comes naturally from centuries of living through different personas via her illusions. This marks her calculative trait, always being able to be quick on her feet and think ten steps ahead. She's mainly levelheaded and demonstrates the capacity of leadership and confidence. The demon proved herself to be intelligence and has a conscience, almost philosophical. While it may appear she does everything on a whim, every action is carefully thought out.
Albeit the concept of Carriaxa's calamity, what is fun in life without a little danger? She sometimes like to throw caution to the wind and live life to the fullest, somewhat delving into her more natural instincts as a primal demon. She sees almost every situation as a mere game, something to keep her delighted and her spirits up. This is also demonstrated by having almost little to no regard for other people. She never has a filter on her. She says whatever is on her mind if the scenario grants it, even if it may be seen as offensive or vulgar. This also extends to jokes and banter, always finding newer ways to say even the most obscene phrases and thoughts. In return, and as expected, she welcomes this behavior. She sees no problem in it, but knows that it may make others uncomfortable, though she doesn't care much to tone it down or understand that certain things should not be said at certain times.
With the idea of almost every scenario being just a game, Carriaxa can be very theatrical. With chaos, she lives for the drama. She's expressive, complementing her love for chaos. She enjoys instigating and being the cause of chaos. She often uses hand gestures as a way to tell a story of how she feels. This also assists in her charisma, being able to capture people's attention and persuade them with ease. This also add on nicely to Carriaxa's playful nature and in connection to not being seriously (or overtly serious) most of the time. Her brutal honesty, on the other hand, can heighten up her character or could be the downfall of it, depending on how one would want to describe it.
Carriaxa can have great respect for those that subjectively deserve it. To many people's surprise, she's capable of feeling guilt and can always admit that she messed up. The difference is that she knows how to mask it. Because of how chaotic Carriaxa's behavior is, it's easy to overlook the idea that she can have a heart and show great concern for others, even if it may seem unorthodox or eccentric. When she isn't bloodthirsty or energetic, she can be empathetic or even motherly. However, such a side is very rare.
History: The underworld was too small for Carriaxa and her older brother, Samnu. Both brought into the demon realm from a noble family that worked closely with the demon king, the clan of Amon was feared across Hell. Their infamy came to light when they were responsible for the disposal of the previous demon ruler in favor for the current political head to take control. There's been rumors of Samnu and especially Carriaxa's involvement in carrying out the assassination. While Carriaxa herself plays up to the rumors and doubles down at every mention of the incident, it has never been officially confirmed.
Carriaxa and Samnu were notorious for their unnatural thirst for power and dominance, making themselves known to those that will feel their wrath with a bang. Their personalities, especially, were similar to an extent in a sense of how they carried themselves. Samnu was viewed to be mysterious, almost always quiet. The demon was considered to be the coldblooded, ruthless killer that always covered his tracks and kept things at a professional level. Carriaxa, was similar, though there were major differences that were clear as day: she was more charismatic, calm, whilst having an eccentric twinge and throwing caution to the wind whenever she feels like it. These differences caused numerous back and forths with each other, but both siblings have their respect for each other.
The siblings had taken their time to observe what goes on in the mortal world between the planets. From galactic tournaments to the revival of the Saiyan race that went on to spread chaos amongst the cosmos, they took note of the disorder that continued. It gave Carriaxa an idea; an idea to help "save" the mortals whilst furthering to pit them against each other. Namek, Cereal, and Frost were already conquered by the Saiyans, whereas Earth became their next target. There were a few alien species that resided on the blue marble, yet the majority of the population was still human. It made her think, what if she could convince humans to cleanse their planet from the Namekians, Cerealians, etc, to protect their homeworld?
Yes, in her mind, it was the perfect plan. It was an easy way to gain control over a plan and become the new authority. Take over Earth, help liberate other plans, then force them to serve under not just Carriaxa and her brother, but to also serve under the Demon Realm. When she presented the plan to Samnu, he was initially hesitant with such a global scale of an idea. Eventually, Carriaxa was able to convince Samnu that this was for the greater good for the Demon Realm. Carriaxa had bigger plans to follow through, but for now she had to take it one step at a time.
Since her arrival on Earth, Carriaxa and her brother have explored the planet for years on end and soon began to start their plan of dominating Earth before the other planets...
Techniques:
{ST1} Sensorial Perception: As a demon, Carriaxa has heightened senses that surpass the majority of other races. Her five senses are able to detect other people's presence. She can hear the faintest heartbeat, see perfectly within the dark, being able to tell from various tastes, and sense a disturbance in the air that can help her pinpoint exactly where someone is! This also extends to being able to detect different races by their unique scent that they carry.
{ST1} Ki Supression: Carriaxa has the ability to suppress her true power level.
{ST1} Flight: Carriaxa uses her ki to fly in the air!
{ST1} Illusionary Disguise: Carriaxa uses her demonic powers to cast illusions, specifically to alter her appearance to fit whatever scenario she's in. She can appear to be Namekian, Saiyan, Human, etc.
{P1OT1} Death Beam: Carriaxa releases a powerful condensed beam that can pierce through enemies!
Roleplay Sample: The sky fell into dusk, so the entire town was covered in darkness. Heavy rain knocked on the rooftop with occasional thunder that exploded from above. For the demoness, it was no issue to stalk around in the dark. Her nyctoception made her an apex predator when it came to bounties. She enjoyed the hunt. Carriaxa loves when her prey runs and especially when they fight back. It got her blood pumping and gave her more motivation to make sure death was a slow and painful process. Regardless of Carriaxa's effort to attract minimal attention to herself, she called out in the evidently empty building with an eerily cheerful hum to make her presence known.
The demoness’ humming was soft, almost delicate. In a deserted house located in a town forsaken by its own citizens due to a militia war that brought its demise into crumbles, even the most obscure sounds were picked up. A crooked smile crept onto the demoness's lips during her stalking around the broken down home, her panting leveling down heavily compared
to an impatient wolf ready to leap onto its prey and skin them alive. The sound of her footsteps reflected across the hollow hallways. Her breathing was heavy, but controlled. Her colored pupils slid across room to room for her prey, cautious to not raise any suspicion on herself.
"I know exactly where you are, where you're cowering, boy... I will wait out here for as long as you hide until you show yourself. The longer you keep me waiting, the more unfortunate your fate will be if you continue to be disobedient." The tone she cooed in was calm, if not challenging her target to continue out of the demoness' sight. The question then was, will he show himself?
After what felt like an eternity of silence, that’s what was all was given as a reply. Silence. She was met with the heavy quietness and the pounding sound of heavy rain that overtook the town.
"...I see... a shame for you, but more joy for me when I see you." She whispered the taunt to herself. Her tone shifted to a more desperate, eager vibration as she licked her lips in anticipation.
All the while just a room across from her, supposedly what looked to be the living room, was a demoralized man who looked to be broken down. His clothing was born apart with blood painted all over his bright blue shirt and pants pained in dirt. He was drenched from the rain. He ran as far as his body could take him, for escape and survival. One shoe was missing from his foot that exposed his black sock whereas the other one had its laces completely untied. In his hand was a small combat knife, ready to spring and pounce to attack if the demoness ever discovered his location. He tried to manage his heavy breathing from the adrenaline for survival, but every few seconds was a sputter as resulted from his failed attempts.
Pitch black, the man had nothing to go by, visually. He couldn't even see what was in front of him. All he knew was he hid behind a large couch. To begin with the tiny spark in the man that still shined bright, the footsteps sounded to be faint and lower. That meant the demoness most likely passed the living room area and to another area of the house. Could this be his opportunity to leave? To finally escape and get the upper hand on Carriaxa? The disadvantage was he didn't know where he'd go with how dark the house was. He could bump into something and give attention to himself.
"No... I gotta go..." He whispered an ounce of confidence to convince himself into escaping. He had to escape or else he'd be discovered eventually. He just had to be careful, take his time... yes, that's what he had to do if he wanted to live.
The man straightened out his legs to stand up and began to blindly tip toe around the living room. "Careful... careful..." The man comforted himself to settle his nerves. His hands out and gently bumping into objects so he avoided impatience, the man took his time in physically scoping out where he was. Sooner than later, he found himself in the hallways.
"Alright... I just need an exit... fast..."
His head swiftly turned in almost all directions for the closest exit. It was either the door or the window across from him that seemed to be what he assumed to be the kitchen.
"Quiet..." He continued to comfort himself to control the fear that leaped all around his stomach while he approached the window. Now in front of it, the man began to lift it open. When the window was slowly and painfully slid up, harsh wind blew right in his face. His composure remained as freedom was right in front of him.
When he began to fit himself through the window, he felt a forceful wrap around his neck. The sensation of his throat being crushed sent the man into panic. The sound of choked air screeched throughout the house, the man frantically wove both arms around as he tried to slip from the grip on his neck. His eyes shot wide open in panic, body jerked about to get away as quickly as possible.
"Hmm... quite disappointing..."
The uncanny familiar voice softly whispered in the man's ear in contrast to his alarmed state. "I almost felt bad for you. The way you wandered hopelessly... the way your heart beats in distraught when you try not to bring any attention to yourself." While she talked quietly, she slid out a pistol from her holster and held it right at the man's temple, the barrel contacting his skin. "You were close, I'll admit that. You were just about to make your escape... but alas... as imagination tried to free you, reality has trapped you back in." She hissed delightfully in his ear.
In spite of the man's current condition and waving his knife around, luck struck him as he managed to stab Carriaxa right on the side of her stomach! Distracted and taken back from the stab, Carriaxa growled a low grunt as her grip weakened.
"Shit!"
When the man felt her grip loosen, he shoved the demoness back as hard as he could to throw her down to the ground. He launched himself back to the window and slid it wide open. The man squatted a little before he then jumped through the window with a rough THUD! that was then met with a pained grunt of his own. Despite the throbbing pain that circulated, the man pushed through the uncomfortable sensation and dragged himself up to his feet to run away, though in a more "limping" motion.
"GO! GO! GO! GO! GOOOOOOO!" The man gasped hysterically to himself.
All the demoness did was watch the man make his "grand" escape. Anger, disappointment, frustration, nor even pain was expressed. Instead, Carriaxa sat on the ground with the same crooked smile that widened in thrill. She was in no fraught. She was the opposite. Excitement. She slowly stood up and casually pulled the knife out from her side. The blade was covered in her own black blood as the wound from the stab began to leak, but Carriaxa did nothing but stare at the knife before her attention was brought back to the window, the man now at a farther distance but still in sight.
"I will be given my reward... my satisfaction of watching you squirm until your last breath." Maxara spoke with oozing but silent confidence.
