Name: Yukari
Race: Lesser Saiyan
Home Planet: Earth
Sex: Female
Age: Seventeen
Aura color: White
Referred: Nobody; found this place by looking through RPG-Directory.
Description:
Yukari is a vibrant young lady with long turquoise colored hair that pools over her exposed shoulders down her slender back, stopping short of her shapely hips.
Yukari isn't exceptionally tall for her age, standing in at the average height for girls her age; five foot five. Yukari's attire consists of a red PVC tube top, a pair of red bridal gauntlets consisting of the same fabric that her top is constructed from. She also sports a short skirt made from the same material and a pair of thigh-high boots, also red.
Being of a slender, but curvaceous build, Yukari has adopted a fighting style that revolves around swift, compensating for the lack of bulk that is seen in a lot of martial artists.
Personality: Yukari is a very fun-oriented girl, often losing herself in moments of uninhibited affection for others, the joy of a challenging fight and various other forms of what she considers fun.
Raised within a protective bubble by loving parents, Yukari has yet to experience the world outside of her parents' loving embrace and as a result is naive, forming instant friendships with those she meets.
Techniques:
• Full Energy Wave - The user gathers ki into the nest of their palm and fires it off as a large wave of destructive energy.
• Shōgekiha - A technique in which a burst of ki is released from the entire body, often to fend off an attacker, creating an invisible sphere around the user from which attackers are knocked back from.
• Flight - The ability of flight. The user manipulates their ki to allow them to become airborne and fly through the air.
Bio: Yukari's birth was the light at the end of a very dark tunnel for a middle-aged woman. The events that lead up to Yukari's introduction into the world were anything but pleasant for the human mother to recall.
It was a day much like any other - the sun was present in the sky, accompanied by white fluffy clouds that told the farmers who took residency up in a near by village that that day was going to be a good day to get work done.
For the women, it was a lovely day to hang out the washing and have it dry by the evening. Peace and tranquility were what reigned over the land. That was, until today.
A space pod came shooting down from space, burning up as it entered into the Earth's gravitational field and soon enough, it's atmosphere. It's trajectory path set on a collision course for the pavement of road just outside of the village.
As misfortune would have it, a pick-up truck carrying food and other assortments of food to the village met with the space pod, the end result being that the former was completely obliterated and a smoking crater created around the space pod.
With a loud hiss, the mechanisms to the door of the pod kicked in, bringing the door down, a hand gripping the side of the small pod, what appeared to be a man pulling himself from the pod, clad in the standard dress for Saiyans; a suit of purple armor over the chest with the standard double shoulder pads and a pair of armored gauntlets.
The objective?
To collect the mystical seven balls scattered through out the galaxy. The village had one in their possession, so that was his destination. Naturally, the Saiyan's arrival was met with opposition and refusal to cooperate with his will, "We will not hand over the dragon ball!" the village leader opposed the idea of handing the dragon ball over to a man practically bursting at the seams with malicious intent.
Angered, the scruffy-haired man quickly sent the village leader on his way to the next world, concluding that the village would have to pay the price for their leader's arrogance. One house after the next, he burned the village to the ground, save for one house.
The Saiyan had already made it this far with destroying the village and to boot, he'd obtained one of the seven mystical orange balls and the woman before him, immobilized by fear piked a certain interest in him. Her will was of no consequence to him; her beauty had captivated him and he wanted her for his own.
A violating act to be sure, but that was how that particular race of humanoids interacted with their chosen mates. The act was done and he thought himself a proud sentient for it, leaving the woman to her devices while he made for his space pod.
"I will return in seven years for the brat," the Saiyan had left her with a promise - that he would be returning, not for the woman, but for his brat. If it wasn't a powerful fighter by that time, he would make certain of it.
Many years since then had passed and the woman had given birth to Yukari, raised the girl under sheltered conditions, hoping that she would never have to learn of her link to the man who had violated her, but fate is often a cruel and whimsical mistress, leaving the woman very sickly and frail by Yukari's fifteenth birthday.
It was on her death bed in a hospital in West City that the woman confessed everything to Yukari about that nightmare of a day. There were no regrets, Yukari had blossomed into a lovely young lady. The now old woman considered herself blessed to have been able to raise Yukari successfully.
Since then, two years have passed and Yukari has settled into her own apartment in West City, away from the house of her mother - to distance herself from the bad memories, blissfully living out her life of martial arts balanced with an addiction to shopping and doing things that normal seventeen year old girls do!
Alignment: Lawful Good
Zenni: 5,000
Starting with Hidden Potential or Oozaru: Hidden Potential
Power Level: 750
RP Sample:
{ This is from an old DBZ RPG I was part of where I was Bra Briefs. }
The turquoise-haired princess recognized this dry feeling inside of her heart, nothing she did seemed to successfully combat the dull sensation she was having right now. She would have reached into the pocket of her red leather mini skirt for her cell phone but that'd been confiscated, hadn't it? Yep, being grounded sure was a drag. Even her fashion magazines weren't able to captivate her attention span for very long before she flung them across the room in a huff.
This was boredom.
With nothing do because she was confined to the prison of her own room, just because her father was having one of his 'moments'. She'd teased him again about his fashion code while mashing buttons on her phone, sending text messages back and forth with the current man she was leading around on a leash.
A life of luxury was the one that Bra Briefs lead. She had the beauty and brains from her mother and from her father, she had inherited Saiyan blood that occasionally nagged at her for a good fight, but she wasn't as interested in fighting, not because she was against violence but because she was lazy. She had a strong papa and those that surrounded her papa - you couldn't really call them friends, but they had their uses.
That was her problem - far too good looking and on top of that she knew her way around men; to her, they were simple and it was part of the reason for why she dressed like she did. It made things interesting and lively for the Demi-Saiyan Princess to have them looking her way, their eyes heavy with carnal desire - but the majority of them were commoners with nothing special to offer the aqua-haired vixen, so she either turned them down when they mustered up the courage to ask her out on a date, or she kept them around for how ever long they continued to entertain her.
Her current boy-toy had a cute face, but he wasn't very bright - Bra estimated he had at least two months to last with her. This was part of the reason her cellphone had been confiscated from her. Lately, Bra had been constantly come under nagging demands from her father to train, not that she listened much to his complaints; he was old and it was beginning to show, which meant that she would need to look elsewhere for a chauffeur to drive her back and forth to the mall.
The blatant disrespect of her father had earned her a 'time out' in her room, giving room for boredom to firmly set in. She could still hear her father ranting about the great warrior race's blood that she had inherited from the other side of the door, but she wasn't taking any of it in. Her father might have been one to cling onto an almost extinct race, but Bra's priorities lay elsewhere - they lay in killing boredom whenever it popped up and now was such a time where she felt it necessary to do something about being confined to her room.
She'd learned from one of the Son boys how to do that flying trick recently, so being 'grounded' was no longer plausible any more. "I'll be back before dinner and they won't even notice," Bra mused to herself, picking herself up off her fluffy queen-sized mattress, making her way to the window, pushing it up before she carefully climbed out it, pushing herself against the house, using her ki to propel herself into the clear skies, the hair blowing through her hair.
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