01-19-2011, 06:13 AM
Name: Kayne
Age: Unknown
Race: (saiyan, namek, changeling, android, or generic*) Half Saiyan/ Quarter Human/ Quarter Changeling. When she eventually gets a power up, it’ll most likely shift towards her Saiyan side.
Sex: Female (and yes, please.)
Starting Planet: Outer Space. See below.
Profession: (default is “Unemployed”) Leader of Crimson Shadow, a space piracy group.
Fighting Style: (cunning, courageous, aggressive, etcetera) She’s cunning, aggressive, and all out vicious. What she can’t do with her bare hands, she leaves to her assortment of whatever weaponry she has on hand.
Short Bio: (a brief, brief summary of your character’s past) Kayne is the product of an experiment of combining DNA of different races that otherwise would not have been able to happen naturally. At first, her creator had tried a human and changeling hybrid, but seen that the humanity would have diluted the specimen, and added a hefty dose of Saiyan to the slurry. The end result forged an unstable warrior who, although dedicated to her creator, whom she affectionately refers to as “Daddy”, pledges allegiance with nobody but herself. Over the years, she had accumulated a ragtag bunch of minions, whom she refers to as the Crimson Shadow. Together, they roam the galaxy taking what they want and leaving no survivors. She is a master manipulator, using everything in her repertoire to acquire what she wants.
General Description: (your character’s physical features) Kayne comes in at six feet tall, 165lbs. Her hair was cut short during a prison stint a few years back, as a means of physically showing her as an outcast, one to be shamed. She wears it with pride in spite of this stigma. Its color is usually black with various highlights. Her eyes are taken from her changeling genes, very light grey with a ring of charcoal around the outer edges. Her body is overly humanoid, and very similar to that of her human side. She usually wears revealing clothing, as it allows her a greater freedom of movement when she fights, although it does little to protect her from the brunt of most attacks.
Starting Abilities: (you only get two) Immaterial and Combat Teleportation
Trait: (Tenacious, Efficient, Compassionate, Defiant, Bully, Lone Wolf, or Pack Mentality) Tenacious
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
* Strength - 35%
* Focus - 15%
* Endurance - 30%
* Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Her boots barely made a sound as she walked softly down the corridor of the massive cargo ship. It was one of those beauties that had only seen a few voyages, with hyper-powered everything, from the cockpit to the reactor to the floors. Everything was shiny and new, with LCD screens scattered throughout the fuselage like cheap, glittering ornaments. Her insides swelled with excitement as she imagined herself owning this new toy. Soon…very soon it would be more than just a fantasy.
Fingers wrapping around the butt of her berretta, she unhinged it from its holster and waited for the exact moment when the footsteps came around the corner. A flash of cobalt, and her gun was poised, and firing. The humanoid had barely stepped into view before three bullets put a skylight in his face. She was thankful for the silencer made especially for this piece, or the other guy that was right behind him would have noticed seconds ago that his buddy was nothing more than a bloodied meat sack on the riveted stainless steel floor ahead. Or maybe he was just stupid, because all it took was two more shots, and he fell, slumping over the corpse of his co-worker with a meaty thud.
Kayne giggled softly to herself, twirling the gun around in her hand as she stepped around her havoc and continued her trek to the front of the ship. Four bodies and a hostage later, and the female was there. She stood staring at the steel door, her reflection looking back at her in its shiny surface. Her face gazed back at her with icy grey eyes, the corners of her lips tugged upwards in a half-smile. The prospect of what was to come made her body tighten in her lower regions. It was a euphoria not unlike that of sexual arousal; in fact, it was damn near foreplay.
“Little pig, little pig, won’t you please let me in?” Her sultry voice sang as she tapped the edge of her weapon against the solid door. A few moments passed, and no response. Her smile grew wider; if there was one thing in life she treasured above killing, it was the chase that preceded it. “Little pig, Little pig?” she tried again. If the hybrid was anything for certain, it was that she was patient, when she wanted to be.
Her patience was rewarded when a voice on the other side replied, “Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin.” Her smile turn into an outright toothy grin as the door swooshed open, and she was suddenly face to face with a shadowy jawed Saiyan. His skull was bald, save for a row of hair sectioned with beads made of colored bone that ran from his high widow’s peak all the way back to the base of his spine. Eyes of the blackest black glared back at her, the tenacity burning within their depths. He wouldn’t back down. Not now, not ever. “Enough of the nursery rhymes, Kayne. You come aboard my ship and kill six of my men. You expect some kind of fucking hospitality after that?”
Her face softened as her pose relaxed; she knew exactly how her body looked in the barely-there armor, and she had hoped to use it to her advantage against the virile Saiyan. “From you, Rue, I’d expect nothing less;” she purred, leaning into him until the tips of her breasts brushed against the swell of his chest, her height making her just tall enough to be able to bring those ripe, glistening orbs of flesh into his peripheral vision.
The captain cleared his throat, and tried hard to maintain his position. He wouldn’t let this one woman deter him from defending his ship. Unlike his brethren, the older alien knew how to focus himself on his job rather than on the pair of tits dangling themselves like fresh meat in front of him. Rue’s gaze never moved from her face, but damn it, it was so hard. “Maybe you should lower your expectations, woman.”
“Psh, never;” Kayne pressed herself harder against him, letting him get the full effect of her body, but was quietly disappointed that he had so far managed to resist her temptation. It was time for harder tactics. “I’m going to take this ship, one way or another.”
“Over my dead body,” the burly captain growled, and pulled away from her, leaving the front of her body cold, so cold, and so aroused. What was it about the threat of physical violence, and impending death that made her react so? It was a question that fleeted through her mind every now and again, and every time, the answer escaped her.
She pulled the berretta into view, clasping it firmly in her hand. His face fell just a little as his gaze darted from the weapon to the deadly beauty in front of him. His stance was admirable, but all it would do was delay the inevitable. Three shots, and it was all over.
His body slumped to the ground as blood flowed in spurts from the ragged holes in his chest. Slowly, he fell, until he was nothing more than a crumpled corpse at her feet. She gazed down at him, shaking her head. “Happy endings are for fairy tales, anyway.”
Kicking his bloody hand away from her boot, she strolled into the cockpit and flopped down into the overstuffed captain’s chair. Pressing the little green button on the microphone, she spoke softly, a rapturous lilt lacing her voice, “Greetings, crew. This is a hostile takeover, those who wish to live may do so by pledging their allegiance to your new captain, or, you have the option of joining your old captain in the frosty void of space. I’ll give you fifteen minutes to decide before I decide for you. Have a nice day.”
Age: Unknown
Race: (saiyan, namek, changeling, android, or generic*) Half Saiyan/ Quarter Human/ Quarter Changeling. When she eventually gets a power up, it’ll most likely shift towards her Saiyan side.
Sex: Female (and yes, please.)
Starting Planet: Outer Space. See below.
Profession: (default is “Unemployed”) Leader of Crimson Shadow, a space piracy group.
Fighting Style: (cunning, courageous, aggressive, etcetera) She’s cunning, aggressive, and all out vicious. What she can’t do with her bare hands, she leaves to her assortment of whatever weaponry she has on hand.
Short Bio: (a brief, brief summary of your character’s past) Kayne is the product of an experiment of combining DNA of different races that otherwise would not have been able to happen naturally. At first, her creator had tried a human and changeling hybrid, but seen that the humanity would have diluted the specimen, and added a hefty dose of Saiyan to the slurry. The end result forged an unstable warrior who, although dedicated to her creator, whom she affectionately refers to as “Daddy”, pledges allegiance with nobody but herself. Over the years, she had accumulated a ragtag bunch of minions, whom she refers to as the Crimson Shadow. Together, they roam the galaxy taking what they want and leaving no survivors. She is a master manipulator, using everything in her repertoire to acquire what she wants.
General Description: (your character’s physical features) Kayne comes in at six feet tall, 165lbs. Her hair was cut short during a prison stint a few years back, as a means of physically showing her as an outcast, one to be shamed. She wears it with pride in spite of this stigma. Its color is usually black with various highlights. Her eyes are taken from her changeling genes, very light grey with a ring of charcoal around the outer edges. Her body is overly humanoid, and very similar to that of her human side. She usually wears revealing clothing, as it allows her a greater freedom of movement when she fights, although it does little to protect her from the brunt of most attacks.
Starting Abilities: (you only get two) Immaterial and Combat Teleportation
Trait: (Tenacious, Efficient, Compassionate, Defiant, Bully, Lone Wolf, or Pack Mentality) Tenacious
Stats: (all must be a combined total of 100%, with the exception of choosing Inner Strengh as an Ability, which gives you an extra 15%)
* Strength - 35%
* Focus - 15%
* Endurance - 30%
* Agility - 20%
Role-play Sample: (minimum 300 words)
Her boots barely made a sound as she walked softly down the corridor of the massive cargo ship. It was one of those beauties that had only seen a few voyages, with hyper-powered everything, from the cockpit to the reactor to the floors. Everything was shiny and new, with LCD screens scattered throughout the fuselage like cheap, glittering ornaments. Her insides swelled with excitement as she imagined herself owning this new toy. Soon…very soon it would be more than just a fantasy.
Fingers wrapping around the butt of her berretta, she unhinged it from its holster and waited for the exact moment when the footsteps came around the corner. A flash of cobalt, and her gun was poised, and firing. The humanoid had barely stepped into view before three bullets put a skylight in his face. She was thankful for the silencer made especially for this piece, or the other guy that was right behind him would have noticed seconds ago that his buddy was nothing more than a bloodied meat sack on the riveted stainless steel floor ahead. Or maybe he was just stupid, because all it took was two more shots, and he fell, slumping over the corpse of his co-worker with a meaty thud.
Kayne giggled softly to herself, twirling the gun around in her hand as she stepped around her havoc and continued her trek to the front of the ship. Four bodies and a hostage later, and the female was there. She stood staring at the steel door, her reflection looking back at her in its shiny surface. Her face gazed back at her with icy grey eyes, the corners of her lips tugged upwards in a half-smile. The prospect of what was to come made her body tighten in her lower regions. It was a euphoria not unlike that of sexual arousal; in fact, it was damn near foreplay.
“Little pig, little pig, won’t you please let me in?” Her sultry voice sang as she tapped the edge of her weapon against the solid door. A few moments passed, and no response. Her smile grew wider; if there was one thing in life she treasured above killing, it was the chase that preceded it. “Little pig, Little pig?” she tried again. If the hybrid was anything for certain, it was that she was patient, when she wanted to be.
Her patience was rewarded when a voice on the other side replied, “Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin.” Her smile turn into an outright toothy grin as the door swooshed open, and she was suddenly face to face with a shadowy jawed Saiyan. His skull was bald, save for a row of hair sectioned with beads made of colored bone that ran from his high widow’s peak all the way back to the base of his spine. Eyes of the blackest black glared back at her, the tenacity burning within their depths. He wouldn’t back down. Not now, not ever. “Enough of the nursery rhymes, Kayne. You come aboard my ship and kill six of my men. You expect some kind of fucking hospitality after that?”
Her face softened as her pose relaxed; she knew exactly how her body looked in the barely-there armor, and she had hoped to use it to her advantage against the virile Saiyan. “From you, Rue, I’d expect nothing less;” she purred, leaning into him until the tips of her breasts brushed against the swell of his chest, her height making her just tall enough to be able to bring those ripe, glistening orbs of flesh into his peripheral vision.
The captain cleared his throat, and tried hard to maintain his position. He wouldn’t let this one woman deter him from defending his ship. Unlike his brethren, the older alien knew how to focus himself on his job rather than on the pair of tits dangling themselves like fresh meat in front of him. Rue’s gaze never moved from her face, but damn it, it was so hard. “Maybe you should lower your expectations, woman.”
“Psh, never;” Kayne pressed herself harder against him, letting him get the full effect of her body, but was quietly disappointed that he had so far managed to resist her temptation. It was time for harder tactics. “I’m going to take this ship, one way or another.”
“Over my dead body,” the burly captain growled, and pulled away from her, leaving the front of her body cold, so cold, and so aroused. What was it about the threat of physical violence, and impending death that made her react so? It was a question that fleeted through her mind every now and again, and every time, the answer escaped her.
She pulled the berretta into view, clasping it firmly in her hand. His face fell just a little as his gaze darted from the weapon to the deadly beauty in front of him. His stance was admirable, but all it would do was delay the inevitable. Three shots, and it was all over.
His body slumped to the ground as blood flowed in spurts from the ragged holes in his chest. Slowly, he fell, until he was nothing more than a crumpled corpse at her feet. She gazed down at him, shaking her head. “Happy endings are for fairy tales, anyway.”
Kicking his bloody hand away from her boot, she strolled into the cockpit and flopped down into the overstuffed captain’s chair. Pressing the little green button on the microphone, she spoke softly, a rapturous lilt lacing her voice, “Greetings, crew. This is a hostile takeover, those who wish to live may do so by pledging their allegiance to your new captain, or, you have the option of joining your old captain in the frosty void of space. I’ll give you fifteen minutes to decide before I decide for you. Have a nice day.”
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