Post by vajra on Apr 2, 2012 18:16:36 GMT -5
:Name:
Vajra ; Formerly Kiyumi
:Race:
Majin demon
:Gender:
Female
:Age:
9.
:Aura color:
Fuschia
:Appearance:
bearing smooth, Dark purple skin and the long prehensile tentacle that mark her as one of the majin she otherwise looks like a young humanoid female, of around 20 years of age albeit one with black sclera and hot pink irises. she noticeably has less of the porous preforations than most other majins and wears the battleworn fatigues though she finds they're still a bit baggy on her they fit much better.
:Techniques:
:Starting Planet:
Earth
:History:
The majin now known as Vajra's amazingly short life has been one filled with a great multitude of experiences, brought into being by a freak accident and given sentience by the consumption of her creator's ki she'd learned (somewhat poorly) the basics of human culture with her various run ins with it. She'd found another like herself in the midst of all the confusion, she'd seen him turn a city to rubble and a man turn into a giant ape and a raging torrent of purple ki burning through every atom of her existence. it was that last one that had shocked her body into dormancy amongst the ruins of what was once the site of the proud central city and so there She lay for four months, Inert. Slowy she began to recover.
After an unknowable amount of time she awoke again, a fraction of her former might had evaporated but her body had seemingly changed, someone with the perspective would prehapse have used the words "matured." but having been barely a few years old both in body and mind she knew only that she was different. taller, slender and somewhat rounder than she had remembered being....or at least how she thought she should have been. this, unbeknown to her was due to the fact she had once again consumed a dead human in part. a young woman, crushed to powder beneath a fallen hunk of concrete. whos blood had been taken in by her adaptive biology constituting the information of the DNA into its own construction.
her former life now little more than a hazy, confusing impulse in the back of her head she discarded its vestiges, including the sound she'd often responded too as her name. no longer "dunno." or "demon" she would venture forth unto the world once more and take from her experiences (and choices) a new more suitable name for herself.
:Items:
(starting off with nothing due to story reasons. assuming they were destroyed/rotted when she got knocked out of the battle for central city/during dormancy.)
Vajra ; Formerly Kiyumi
:Race:
Majin demon
:Gender:
Female
:Age:
9.
:Aura color:
Fuschia
:Appearance:
bearing smooth, Dark purple skin and the long prehensile tentacle that mark her as one of the majin she otherwise looks like a young humanoid female, of around 20 years of age albeit one with black sclera and hot pink irises. she noticeably has less of the porous preforations than most other majins and wears the battleworn fatigues though she finds they're still a bit baggy on her they fit much better.
:Techniques:
- Barrier
- Daichiretsuzan
- Bakurikimaha
:Starting Planet:
Earth
:History:
The majin now known as Vajra's amazingly short life has been one filled with a great multitude of experiences, brought into being by a freak accident and given sentience by the consumption of her creator's ki she'd learned (somewhat poorly) the basics of human culture with her various run ins with it. She'd found another like herself in the midst of all the confusion, she'd seen him turn a city to rubble and a man turn into a giant ape and a raging torrent of purple ki burning through every atom of her existence. it was that last one that had shocked her body into dormancy amongst the ruins of what was once the site of the proud central city and so there She lay for four months, Inert. Slowy she began to recover.
After an unknowable amount of time she awoke again, a fraction of her former might had evaporated but her body had seemingly changed, someone with the perspective would prehapse have used the words "matured." but having been barely a few years old both in body and mind she knew only that she was different. taller, slender and somewhat rounder than she had remembered being....or at least how she thought she should have been. this, unbeknown to her was due to the fact she had once again consumed a dead human in part. a young woman, crushed to powder beneath a fallen hunk of concrete. whos blood had been taken in by her adaptive biology constituting the information of the DNA into its own construction.
her former life now little more than a hazy, confusing impulse in the back of her head she discarded its vestiges, including the sound she'd often responded too as her name. no longer "dunno." or "demon" she would venture forth unto the world once more and take from her experiences (and choices) a new more suitable name for herself.
:Items:
(starting off with nothing due to story reasons. assuming they were destroyed/rotted when she got knocked out of the battle for central city/during dormancy.)
