Ah okay. Then I'm going to post the extended history as well. I'm also going to edit her description.
Stats
25% to each stat.
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Appearance
Rikkua wears an creme short sleeve gi that hugs her body, as well as a pair of pants made from the same thick spandex material, although they are light blue jean material in appearence. She has long blond hair that is quite wild at times and is held back by a makeshift black headband made from regular clothe. She wears black biker gloves and a pair of pale yellow Capsule Corp boots adorns each foot.
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History
Rikkua leaned against the local bar, she was picking her teeth with a small toothpick. The sun was setting and the moon was in the dusky sky. Behind her, the bar was just now opening up. Signs were being flicked own. She heard them hum behind her, she spit the toothpick from her mouth and looked down the street. It was clearing up fast, people had things to do, people to see. Diners started to fill up with couples, and whole family as they smiled and sat down to eat. Rikkua frowned. She never understood the whole reason you would want to travel in groups like that.
A streetlight in front of her, flicked on and shone a dim yellow circle of light on the sidewalk. She glanced down the right side of the sidewalk, just as the sunset. The bar's doors were flung open, letting a melodic drinking song play into the streets. Rikkua picked the toothpick from her lips and spit it aside. She had a job to do and nothing, and no one, was going to stop her. When she was on a mission, she could easily be compared to a charging bull. Nothing stood between Rikkua and her target.
She slipped into the bar quickly and the bartender pounded a glass mug down onto the counter. He sized her up quickly, and picked a bottle of alcohol from behind him. It had a large strawberry on it. He twisted the cap off and held it over the large mug. "Let me guess.... strawberry vodka?" He asked politely. He swished the contents, so to mix the alcohol as evenly as possible.
Rikkua raised her nose. She turned away quickly and left the bartender hanging with the vodka in his hand. He muttered but screwed the lid back onto glass bottle. He pulled the mug from the counter and set it below it. He leaned over the counter towards Rikkua. "If your not here for a drink... that what ARE you here for?" He asked as he pulled his mustache lightly.
Rikkua looked up coldly. "A meeting. I have something to do here." She said kurtly. She barely had to look at him, before he started feeling uncomfortable and uninvited into her personal affairs.
The bartender was obviously taken back by her tone, but quickly rolled with it. After all, that is his job. "I see... A man most likely? I see your a very attractive women." He winked.
Rikkua glared at him, and he laid off. His first group of guys walked in and routinely ordered a few beers for each of them. They casually drank them, every once in a while looking back at Rikkua and pointing, smiling, or winking, and every time Rikkua would pass them off with a hard stare. Soon the group gave up and decided to mess with other female patrons of the bar. Then, she saw her target. The burly man sat with two of his other buddies, all dressed in construction apparel, bright orange vests strewn on the empty chair beside them, they walked around care free, with a mug of beer in each hand. The stumbled around for the most part, so Rikkua would make very quick work of this one. She stood slowly and walked over to the man. She hooked him by the collar and ran her finger on his chin. He smiled dumbly.
"H-hey!" He shouted unintentionally. "Your... your c-cute!" He mumbled, the scent of beer floating lazily on his breath, he had already spilled half his beer on his pant leg, and was ready to drop the other any moment. Rikkua walked around and turned around and winked at him. The worker staggered behind her. She led him into the bathroom, and again he followed. She opened a stall, and he merrily walked in, and turned. His mug dropped to the tiled floor and sent sprays of beer at Rikkua's feet. She pulled a short knife from inside her sweater and brandished it professionally. She wanted this guy dead, quickly. "Mmm... k-kinky!" He laughed still in stupor. Rikkua sneered and slashed at the man's throat.
Almost in slow motion, he raised his drunken hands to his throat and gagged and gasped for air. He curled over the toilet seat and bled silently. He choked out his final gasp and fell with a thud onto the toilet. Rikkua dropped the knife into the toilet and kicked the lever down. She stepped out and walked over to the sink and turned the dial to its maximum and rinsed the blood off her hands. She watched as the blood mixed with the water and all ran into the pipe below. She briskly stepped out of the bathroom and back into the nightlife. By now, his two buddies each had girls sitting drunkenly on their laps, giggling and kissing the men. They got up to leave, but Rikkua was already ahead of them. She cut through the dancers and bouncers and to the door. She stepped out into the cool night air, the wind blew breezily and the streetlight flickered on and off. For some reason, this made Rikkua uneasy so she decided to lean against the wall until her two other targets decided it was time to head home with their catch of the night. Then, a few minutes later, the two drunken men hunkered out, gripping their girls by the wrist and nearly dragging them to their truck.
Rikkua quickly made her move, she slipped in between two cars and as the men walked by, she would lay them out flat, and hopped the two girls were too drunk to remember anything, but just for good fitting, Rikkua would make sure they didn't anyway. She lay in the shadow of the bar's side balcony and waited for the two drunken couples to approach, unaware death was in the shadows waiting....
Rikkua waited patiently, giggles were heard, approaching meaning the ditsy girls and their gorillas of a man, were nearing their final resting place. It was almost sad to think about... dieing in a bar parking lot. She snickered she herself sinisterly and started to kick her toes into the pavement impatiently. A large splatter was heard and a few more laughs. One of the girls must have puked, and for some reason, thought it was funny. "Humans disgust me..." Rikkua spat. "Being so weak and insolent."
The group appeared, Rikkua didn't hesitate a second and was quickly on top of the first man, and quickly and slammed a blade into his gut. He doubled over and grasped at the knife vainly. The girls squealed and ran away, but ending up tripping in their skirts and high heels. The other worker look at Rikkua and also turned tail and ran. Rikkua looked down at her latest victim and kicked him across the face, sending him reeling into the rear bumper of a craft. He fell to the pavement, and his head smashed the hard ground with a horrifying crack and blood seeped from the back of his skull. Rikkua quickly chased after the other worker. She was much more nimble then a drunk brute, and quickly caught up to him. She dove on his back and he crashed into the parking lot.
He moaned in agony as Rikkua grabbed him by the collar, and lifted his head just above the pavement. She jabbed him quickly a few times, making his lips bust and his nose crack a few times, but nothing to serious. Rikkua smirked as the man tried to push Rikkua off with his weak drunk arms, but to no avail. Rikkua wasn't letting the man off this easy. He lay limp as he realized there was nothing he could do to save himself at this point. Rikkua frowned angrily. It was no fun to kill unless they were fighting for their life. She punched him a few more times and left him out cold in the parking lot. For some reason, she had felt a strange emotion for the helpless man. Something had never felt before. Later, the humans would describe this as.... sympathy.
Rikkua quickly sprinted back into the peacefulness of the black alleyway. She stomped her foot, how could she let such a weak human live? Had she broken through the final stage from human to android. No.... she couldn't have. That feeling wasn't coming back, there was no more mercy.
She ran into the street, confused on her next destination, but ended up at Dr. Juhn's, her clients office. She jiggled the door, and in a few seconds, Dr. Juhn opened the door, book in hand, and pipe in mouth. He smiled cruelly, and opened the door wider, inviting Rikkua in.
"Well, just who I wanted to see." He smiled maliciously. "So... how are my incompetent workers?"
Rikkua looked for a seat in his den, where he had been before. She sat down in her plush armchair, and before she answered he had sat down also. He set down his book and leaned his body towards Rikkua, smoking his pipe in beat with Rikkua's words.
"Check the bar's parking lot. One's in the bathroom, also." She said blandly. She didn't expect much from Dr. Juhn, he didn't have much to give anyway. His home was gifted to him by his rich grandfather, and his father had wasted his share of the the Juhn Fortune. "I made sure they wont be getting up for a while."
Dr. Juhn puffed a ring of smoke out of his mouth and returned the pipe to his lips. "It seems I have no other choice. I must keep my part of the deal now." He admitted.
Rikkua sat back in the chair, arms folded. "I am waiting... I did this for your answer to my question. Do you know of anyone with information about Red Ribbon?" Her cold stare turned into a glare of stone as nothing came to the mind of Dr. Juhn. Then and idea burst into his head.
"Actually, talk to Carlos, the mechanic, at Capsule Corp. I believe he was once invovled in Red Ribbon. He might be able to help. That is... if he isn't dead." Dr Juhn said contemplating Carlos' life, or if he had died in the battle a few weeks ago. "I think he is still up there."
Rikkua groaned she was getting tired of this wild goose chase, just for a few answers. She got up from the chair and quickly stepped back into the night. She wanted to arrive at Capsule Corp as soon as possible, to make sure Carlos didn't happen to sneak by her. She looked back and waved at the house itself of Dr. Juhn's. She started down the sidewalk into the downtown district. She had to get to Capsule Corp before sunrise. Otherwise, Carlos may be lost inside the huge warehouse.
Rikkua arrived at Capsule Corp somewhere before 6 am and sat down on the bench outside. She clasped her hands together and bent over. Her synthetic hair hung around her face loosely, she flicked her neck and the hair returned to it's rightful place. Behind her, the Capsule Corp building loomed ominously. The two large C's placed perfectly on the front, and the windows perfectly symmetrical, it almost looked like it had been drawn, with the mistakes erased. Rikkua sighed heavily as she tried to pass time as quickly as possible. She yawned and stretched out her arms until they stopped cramping and the system responded properly. She stood up and walked over to the Capsule Corp Card booth system and explored the working mechanics. It seemed you needed a Capsule Corp Membership card to be granted access. Rikkua groaned and returned to the stout stone bench to wait for Carlos.
Then the first wave of workers arrived. They carried their breakfasts in brown paper bags, from all around the city, some from quick breakfast bars, others from well known eateries. The next wave of workers arrived and Carlos was hanging back, away from the group, holding his egg wrap in his hand, and his briefcase in the other. Rikkua stood quickly and jogged over to him. She smiled smugly. "Carlos, right?"
Carlos nodded, he couldn't speak as he had a large chunk of egg burrito in his mouth. He gulped down the piece of his wrap and smiled, pieces of egg still clinging to his teeth. "Yeah, its me!" he chuckled. "Was there something you needed?"
Rikkua grabbed him by the shoulder. "Dr. Juhn sent me, I have a few questions that need to be answered by someone with... experience." Rikkua said.
At first, Carlos looked a little uneasy, but Rikkua convinced him and he decided it would be in his best interest to invite Rikkua in. He ushered Rikkua to the Card Slide booth, and slid his card in. Rikkua and Carlos stepped into the super cooled building. Carlos grabbed a large newspaper from the stack and headed briskly for the elevator, disposing of his wrap on the way there. Rikkua had to jog to keep up, but once they arrived at the elevator, Carlos relaxed. He stepped out and pulled Rikkua along by the arm. "Okay, come to my office. I'll answer everything to the best of my ability." he said reassuringly.
Carlos sat at his desk, and pulled a chair up for Rikkua. Rikkua sat on the new chair and leaned back into a more relaxing position. "My only REAL question is, is there hope that the Resistance will be recruiting Androids?" Rikkua asked. "If there is, we could have somewhat of a problem."
Carlos nodded in agreement. "Then in that case, we have a problem. The Resistance has the blue prints as of now. Oh, and Dr. Juhn told me about your assassinations last night."
Rikkua smiled coldly. "Yeah, what about them?" Rikkua liked to brag about her accomplishments. Of course, anyone would.
Carlos frowned. "Is there a reason not to like that you killed a few Resistance soldiers... down the drain?"
Rikkua shook her head quickly. "Of course not. Oh... and Carlos, one more thing..." Rikkua said trying to obviously avoid the topic.
Carlos placed his elbows on his desk, "Ask away. After all you have done for Dr. Juhn's, I'll give you one free answering session." Carlos joked.
"What do you think of goals? I see you have some high goals here at Capsule Corp... I might need some future help... I need help completing my goals." Rikua said.
Carlos was confused by the question. "Well, I think if you persue something long enough, you will conquer it." He said. "I prefer the more fable way of telling you."
Rikkua frowned , although it didn't make sense to follow something to learn about it, Rikkua felt living it, knowing it, and seeing it, means your believing something, and that is all that matters: is proving something is there, a goal of something, a goal to stop all production of Resistance Androids, a goal to stop the Resistance.
Rikkua gazed absently off to the water dispenser on the other side of the office. Then quickly she snapped back into reality. She looked back at Carlos, he was already busy typing up his new report, for some important new product. Rikkua bit her lip and stood quickly, nearly knocking the chair over. She clapped her hands loudly, to make sure she got Carlos' attention. He looked up and smiled.
"Sorry." he apologized. "I am just swamped in work, and I need to get a head start on this project. It's pretty interesting."
Rikkua leaned over the metal desk and looked at the computer's screen. It had a large title that said; Rotating Gear Rod [for use with the A53-87u.] She stepped back. "Yeah... looks like it." She said sarcastically. Carlos didn't catch her sarcasm and smiled. "Well, I have some... unfinished business to attend to." Rikkua said stepping out of his small cubicle. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Carlos nodded and returned to his project quickly. "Wait, take a card. That way you know exactly where I am." He said not looking up from the computer's screen. Rikkua sighed, but took a card from the small tray on his desk and walked out. She threw the card into a artificial potted plant by the elevator. She wasn't coming to see Carlos in the near future. She pressed the down button, and stepped aboard the elevator, pressed the letter B and in a few seconds, ended up at the Base Floor.
She quickly walked out of Capsule Corp and into the morning sun. The dew was just clearing off the grass, and the breeze smelled of fried foods and city smog. Rikkua ran her hand through her hair, wondering what to do with her newly obtained information. Should she go after more Resistance members to take a more offensive stance, or... never mind. Of course she was going after the Resistance.
She walked out of the long pathway to Capsule Corp and back on to the sidewalk. The crowd started to taper off as school started, and most people were at work, but there was still some mid-morning traffic bustling around. Rikkua decided to head to where there was sure to be some sort of Resistance activities, the slums. Almost every man, women, and child int he slums supported the Resistance, and Rikkua wasn't going to let up on any of them. Besides, they were between her and her goal.
She stopped at a bus stop corner, and as the large transporter craft turned the corner, people piled on, tossing their zenni into a coin slot before the doors opened. Rikkua had no zenni to pay for the fair, she groaned.
"No zenni?" A middle aged man asked as he jingled his pocket. "I've got plenty, here let me pay." He smiled. If he wasn't being so damn nice, Rikkua would have beat the snot out of him. His stomach was hanging out from beneath his skimpy tank top, and he smelled of sweat. Rikkua was utterly disgusted.
The man stepped in front of her, and paid the fair for him and her. The driver cracked the door and the two stepped in.
"Welcome aboard!" The driver called happily. The fat man nodded with a jolly grin on his face. Then he stopped in the middle of the aisle and pointed to seat.
"Look, just enough room for you and me!" He suggested. "We can sit...together."
Rikkua snorted and pushed him out of the way. "Silence. I would never sit with a piece of filth like you." She said matter of factually.
The man stumbled backwards and ended up sitting on his ass in the middle of the aisle. He got up, embarrassed and sat behind Rikkua with his hands dug into his camouflage shorts. He pretended to sob, hopefully to get some sympathy from Rikkua, but the only thing that came was a rude, "Shut up." and he closed his mouth.
Rikkua sat in her seat with her arms crossed, and propped her feet on the seat next to her. In a few minutes, she arrive at Grapevine Street. This was her stop, and ironically, the fat man's also. He followed her off, and once clear of the buses vision, quickly grabbed hold of her. "Your going to pay for embarrassing me!" He howled as he grabbed Rikkua by the throat.
Rikkua snarled and grabbing his hands in hers, and clenched her hands. The mans knuckles popped, and the bones in his wrist splintered. He yelped in pain and staggered backwards. Rikkua glared at him and kicked an empty can at him. "Get out of my sight."
The man quickly scrambled off, and Rikkua wasn't going to be bothered by him anytime soon. "Well... where should I begin?" Rikkua asked herself sheepishly. She calculated her plan, of tearing down the Resistance on Grapevine, no matter what it took.
Rikkua walked down the broken and cracked sidewalk, an explosion roared in the sky, a few shouts, gunfire and screams of terror ensued. Rikkua perked up, and quickly reacted. She followed the noise, through yards and over a few fences until she arrived at the fight. Galactic Guard members were opening fire on a few houses, and the Resistance members flooded from nearly every other house to defend the other Resistance members. It seemed like Rikkua wasn't the only one with such a great idea. She smirked and put her hands on her hips, she wanted to see how this all played out. The Resistance fired their weapons, and both sides were taking causalities rather evenly.
Rikkua decided to tip the scales. She rounded a house and waited on the corner of the house for the Resistance to come through. She crouched behind a large bush to remain hidden. Two men snuck past, the leader holding his finger to his mouth, the other, nodded and giggled. Rikkua made her move, she leaped from the bushes and kicked the second man aside, and punched he leader in the back. The leader bent over, and Rikkua punched him another time, as for the second man he was clenching his ribs and wheezing. He reached for his pistol, but Rikkua stomped the life out of his hand, and picked up the pistol herself. She fired two bullets into both rebels, and tossed the pistol on the body of the follower.
The back screen door of the house opened and there was an older lady shaking violently, a shotgun in her hand. "Get-get outta here! Or I'll shoot!" She warned. Rikkua acted as if she was going to leave, but charged at the old woman, and punched through the screen to hit her in the face, not even having enough time to pull the trigger. The old woman fell to the floor, dazed and confused. Rikkua picked up the shotgun and kicked the screen door of it's hinges. She continued into the house, and arrived at the front door, which she kicked through also. The fight had ended by the time she had came through the house. It was over nearly as soon as it started. By now cops were arriving and emergency vehicles were wailing in the distance. Rikkua dropped the shotgun disappointingly. She was really looking forward to killing some Resistance members. Bodies were laying all around on the street, at least 15 men from each faction lay dead in the streets.
Rikkua quickly took to the sky, and noticed the Guards running down the sidewalk, obviously trying to escape the police. She followed them to a rundown building, off of a side street, and followed softly after them. She slipped in through a self made window near the top of the building and stood. The room was dark, light only being emitted from the now broken wall. The sun was setting so she would be left in complete darkness... if she was human that is. Her robotic eyes adjusted to the light, and everything was as clear as if the room was illuminated by the sun itself.
She looked in the corner and noticed two elevator doors, that looked like they had been wrenched apart. She walked closer, carefully avoiding broken down desks and chairs, used for scrap most likely... Rikkua inferred this was an office of sorts, and hadn't been used in many years. Rats scurried away from Rikkua's heavy footsteps as she made her way closer to the elevator shaft. She peered down the never ending pit, and noticed a few stops on the way down, and about 70 feet below here, was a lit area, most likely where the Guard was. Fearlessly, she dove down the elevator, and before landing, caught herself with her Haiku. She smiled as she had defied death, yet again.
She opened the replacement door and suddenly, the small talk heard before ended, and everyone stood-at-the-ready, guns pointed, and heads turned. "Who are you?" A muscular man demanded. He had a tee-shirt with the symbol of the Galactic Guard on it. He quickly approached Rikkua, trying to intimidate her with his burly voice.
"I am Rikkua, Android 34, rather. I am obvoiusly a Gaurd." She said, not intimidating by the multiple guns, and the large man standing before her. "I helped you guys fight back there. I wasn't right in there on the action like you were, I was behind the scenes, you could say." She said smugly.
The man nodded, the guns lowered. "Well, I am Chuck. I run the cities Galactic Guard Federation. Good to know we have some outside help. Especially from an Android." He said smiling a little. His voice returned to what it should have sounded like, and the other soldiers returned to their chat before the interruption.
Rikkua nodded in agreement. "I set out to get vengeance for the Resistance stealing blueprints from Red Ribbon."
Chuck eyeballed her. "You don't look like much of a fighter android... don't take that personally. You have emotions... which is strange enough, and you obviously weren't programmed to come here, of all places." Chuck said confused.
"I agree. Although, I am not a machine, compare me to a metal piece of scrap again, and I don't care what side your on. Your dead to me." Rikkua said harshly. Chuck held his hands up innocently. "Originally, I wasn't a fighter. I was a supply delivery Android.... I think. Next thing I know, I'm delivering supplies, and somehow my internal components gets scrambled... and I set out to destroy the Resistance." Rikkua laughed, now showing her lighter side. This was strange... Rikkua never showed her lighter side to anyone. She considered it a weakness. She quickly reverted to her Android state and left what she learned from humans out of her emotions.
Chuck nodded. "Aye, that happens to a lot of Androids... they get their memory compartment messed up and... ya know. Your... living it right now." He said, brushing sweat off his forehead. "Well... since your here, you should sign up. We have tee shirts!" He said. "It's real easy."
Rikkua liked the idea of organizing the destruction of the Resistance. "Sure." She said happily. "I do want one of those tee-shirts. Those are cool."
"Oh, of course!" Chuck said. "Follow me, we can get you signed up pretty fast." Chuck lead Rikkua to a room below the service staircase and inside was a little desk and a computer. "Just sign-in on the clipboard, and answer a few questions."
Rikkua nodded. She sat on the chair, and picked up the clipboard. She picked up her pen and began to check boxes, write short answers, and then finally signed it. "This looks good."
Chuck took the clipboard and walked behind the desk. He picked up a pair of glasses and began to type her answers into the computer, then after about 5 minutes, he hit enter. "There you go, all done!" He said. "Here is your tee-shirt, by the way." He said as he turned in his chair, and bent over. "Small, right?"
"Yeah." Rikkua replied. Chuck pulled a small tee-shirt from the box and hung it in front of Rikkua. Rikkua smiled and Chucked tossed it at her. "Thanks, Chuck."
"Hey, no problem. If your ever in the neighborhood again, feel free to stop by. Oh, and one more thing." Chuck added as he pulled open a side drawer. "Here is your key card to get in. DO NOT loose this." He said as he waved the card around. he slid it a crossed the table and pushed the drawer back in. "Now, all you have to do, is keep kicking Resistance ass, just like we did today."
Rikkua liked the idea of kicking ass for a group she was with. Not just the Galactic Guard, but a group of fighters, just like Rikkua. She admired the human's bravery, they couldn't take bullets like Rikkua, but still, they fought for what they knew was right. She shook Chuck's hand firmly, tucked the tee-shirt in her pants line and stepped out. By now, many of the people had moved upstairs to the living quarters.
"Well... I see you... when I see you, I guess." Chuck said waving Rikkua away. "Good luck, and keep standing for the Guard!"
Rikkua nodded, determined to make sure Chuck knew she wasn't kidding when she signed the contract. Rikkua wanted to stop the expansion of the Resistance and she had found the perfect way to do so.
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Finally, the professor leaned back from his chair, his eyes were bloodshot, his hair was a mess, and coffee stains lined his lab coat. "Finally... done." He said with a grunt as he typed the finishing words. He saved the file labeling "Rikkua's Programmed History" and saving it to Program folder. His grin grew as he dragged the whole folder to a hard drive called Rikkua onto his desktop. He dropped the folder in and a bar of progress shown across the screen, it filled quickly and his creation, Rikkua, Android 34, was complete.
In his otherwise dark cubicle, the middle aged professor pushed away from his desk, threw his arms to the side and dropped to his knees. "She is.... COMPLETE!"
With that, Rikkua woke up from inside the stasis chamber and easily shattered the metal door that held her back. The scientist fell to his rear and tried to scoot away from the android, surprised that her power generators had turned on. Rikkua glared at the man as he struggled to find words. She shook her head softly and charged a bright yellow ki ball in her hand. Silently, she threw it at her creator, killing him instantly.
The android stepped back and looked skyward. Without another hesitation, she ripped through the roof and into the world.
[That was her false history she doesn't know anything about her real history. It will be revealed.]
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RP Example
http://z8.invisionfree.com/dbzerpg/index...wtopic=102
(It's a spar. I obviously play Rikkua.)
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