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| Griever | Oct 18 2016, 07:55 PM Post #1 |
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Republic Saiyans Conformist The Republic cities have been a home to all races and all species on the planet. Your parents or grandparents brought you here long ago, perhaps when you were a baby or even before you were born. Sadly you could not grow to be as proud in your race as you were in your parents, or anyone else. Connected to such a bloody legacy, you eventually rejected the idea of 'saiyan pride.' With the historical examples being a warmongering empire, and the modern example being the race gang thugs in the streets, you eventually chose to distance yourself from your race's dark legacy. Whether it be something as simple as contacts, or something as extreme as cutting off your own tail, you have hidden your existance as a saiyan from the people. The only clues to your race left being your family, your home, and government files. You could live in the republic as more or less a normal person. And yet you didn't, you find yourself on a train or a boat or a caravan to the DMZ. Perhaps this was because the evidence of your damnable heretage popped up and the people turned against you, perhaps you decided to stop hiding your regrettable race and move to the DMZ, where people can't afford to be so aware of your race, perhaps you felt constrained in the republic, where so much is recorded and kept up for everyone to see, either by the governement or by the news networks, or perhaps you simply want adventure. Rebel The Republic cities have long been a home to every species on the planet, perhaps your parents, or the ones before them thought that this would be the same for the saiyan race. One way or another you were born into a nation unsure of what to do regarding sayians. It's a confusing mess of civil rights movements, ghettos with walls higher than great apes, hatred towards you, and arguments for and against the saiyan race. Many of your bretheren have chosen to hide their heretage, eye surgery, tail ampuations, and try to blend in with the humans. Regardless of how you dealt with the racism, it was a constant fact in your life, unable to turn away from it, looks of suspicion outside, speeches on both sides of the walls. Unwilling to hide your saiyan pride from those who would judge you, you fully embraced the honor of being a saiyan. You wore your tail with pride and inbedded yourself within the rights movements of various kinds. Fighting against the injustice against your people, one way or another. Gradually and eventually, as you continued to protest, to fight, to declare your saiyan heritage, the others of course turned against you, seeing you as dangerous and a ticking time bomb. Home eventually felt like a prison, thankfully unlike the prisons, you could leave the Republic, and as such your gaze shifted towards the DMZ. A land of danger, but fighting has always been in your blood, and with that danger, came opportunity... Sorceress Protege It all started when your parents brought you to a woman's house three decades ago, by all accounts, she was nothing like what your parents described her as. Old, depressed, and ready to die. She looked youthful, spry, and anything but near kicking the bucket. And up until she passed on her powers to you, she remained that way. Although it was hard, taking the power that was keeping a near three century old person alive. It was ultimately what she wanted, wanting to follow in her footsteps, you acquire the means necessary to become an adventurer and head for your local bounty board. Although the pursuit of power is a hardship, it is a burden some must bear to ensure others don't have to endure it themselves. And that reason alone is enough to convince you it is a worthy cause. Path of Redemption There was once a time in your life where empty darkness was all you could see, the only assurance you hadn't fallen into the void of death being the ringling of your cell's metal shaking as you would stumble into it. From what you were told, you spent several decades in Balamb's dungeon for the homocide of some piece of trash. You were at one point, a rather fiercesome Sorceress, but your abilities atrophied with the passing years of being in an environment that actively dampened your abilities. When you were released, you made head for The Republic. Someone of your talents would not be allowed to protect a garbage can, let alone anything important. The Republic symbolized a place of freedom, a fresh start. You began running security for small retailers and eventually moved onto protecting museums, but none of this matched the thrill you once had as an adventurer so long ago. You pull out your old certificate for braving the wildlands and crush it with your hand as you take your new one from the hands of the site instructor. A smile forms on your face as you head towards the bounty list, ready to once more put your abilities to the test against what this world calls its monstrosities and demons. Queendom Saiyan Commoner The sound of heavy machinery and the incessant blaring of car horns is what you've known all your life. Between working 9-5 Monday through Friday, you find the time to attend the concerts of your favorite anti-establishment band, Kamehameha. It is your only connection to a culture that has seemingly vanished into thin air. Not that you would've even the slightest clue of what it was. Your family has been within Queendom lands for more generations than you have fingers, minus the two thumbs. The daily sludge through what is a pathetic existence has grown weary on your bones, and you seek the thrill of the adventurer's life. Your family's first generation in The Queendom had an adventurer, not particularly well-known, but successful enough to retire and live the rest of their life comfortably. You figure it's not the worst life, and it's certainly better than what you do now... Perhaps Kamehameha might even make a song about you? " Yeah... yeah that sounds good..." You think to yourself as you look out the entrance of Dollet and see the vast expanse of seemingly never-ending plains. The call of the adventurer beckons your first step forward. Elite You're told by the scholars you've run across that there was once a place known as the Saiyan Kingdom, an empire once run by a King Vegeta that spanned what seemed to be the entirety of the lands east of The Queendom. That is where your care for it simply stops and your recalling of the specialized education system you went through begins to cloud your mind, and how it lead to you acquiring your current high-status job. Those that would use racial slurs against you are of no concern, since you could easily have them fired and kicked out onto the street, something you've taken great pleasure in doing before. There's something in your blood that cries out to you, a longing for adventure. And while you look out towards the night-time sky, it is not at the moon, but towards the DMZ and the direction where the Warp denizens live, the stories of unbound glory to be had rings in your head, and drives you ever closer to just abandoning your life of virtue for a life of hard-work and grit. Sorceress Patron of the Night As far back as when you were of legal age, the full colour pallete brought about by the strobing and pulsating lights in the cramped warehouses, the hypnotizing trailblaze made by the glowsticks as they were danced by some twenty-something you can't quite make out, and the intoxicated rhythmic movements of like-minded individuals to a constant and sometimes hectic beat has been your life. It is unlike any drug out there, or any effect you could conjure with your spells. You can recall at one point, a time in which you weren't a night-owl. But that was back during The War, a time many of your peers that grew up alongside you would rather forget. For now your only worries involve what you will bring with you as you head out with a new group of friends towards the DMZ. You plan on camping out far, the reports of odd phenomena are likely overblown as it seems most things are when it comes to the Queendom's government and how the people react to it. What you don't know, likely won't hurt you... but you've never been one to be put in a fortunate situation now have you? Kelevra Saiyan Expatriate Through most of Eternity, your status as a Saiyan would be a point of derision and distrust, something that would hang over your head like an executioner's axe all your life. But Kelevra is not like most places. In these wooded areas, you have lived most of your life in relative peace and without the racism others through the world of your race have known. Working, living and fighting among the only only faction not to hold Saiyans at arm's length beyond other Saiyans, you have felt like unlike many Saiyans that you have had a good life, if not an easy one. But even still, you are ill at ease and the reason stumped you for some time.......until you heard so many Kelevra stories of their independence that it became obvious. You seeked freedom. Not for yourself but for your people as a whole. In many places, Saiyans are ground into the dirt and put upon yokes. You aren't neccessarily like the Rebellion sympathisers who wish to punish the oppressors.....you just want them to stop and to let your people go. And so you often see your eyes land upon DMZ lands from the shades of Kelevra and wonder... Sorceress DD There was once a point you looked at the interior of New Deling's Mountain as a home, they used to make you feel safe. Now, looking at the very direction of The Queendom stakes fear in your heart like none other, you half expect a regiment of Queendom Officers to cut through the brush into your new home just to round you up and send you into the dungeons like they did so many others you knew, Your Mother, Brother, Aunt, and atleast three of your friends. Last you had heard, Mom received twenty years and your Aunt fifteen. You could only imagine what the rest of your friends and family got, seeing as how they had the harsher crime they were convicted of. You left at night, it was so dark outside of those mountain walls that you could barely see. And unfortunately, that lead to you falling off of the side of a cliff, blacking out like you had many times before. When you awoke, you were being tended to by these... beasts, yet they spoke your tongue. You had ran to them, deep in the wildlands, surprising even them as to how you managed to get to the village with a head wound as bad as you had. They offered you a place to call home, you had made it to a Kelevran village, of the clan Black Fang. Honored as a member, you've worked hard and tirelessly to support your new kin... but good things cannot last forever, and wherever you go, it seems trouble is soon to follow. (Special Character Preset: Your character tends to blackout, and although it could happen at random intervals, it tends to happen during the night. During this period, you are unable to control your character and will awake at your home location.) Badlands Saiyans Scavenger Quite simply, your life SUCKS. You have spent all your time in the Badlands, what was once known as the Saiyan Empire. Once upon a time it was lush and vibrant. These days? You are lucky to find a half-starved lizard to eat. And these days have been your entire life. But one thing even you had to admit: a tough life breeds a tough person. Your upbringing was generaly brutal and pragmatic: he or she who could not aid the group was a useless waste of resources. Among other things you will be called in your life, "Survivor" is always among them. Even those who would normally deride your status as a Saiyan are not so quick to raise their hand against you. But all the days and nights you spent on too little food and not enough rest, of all the times your survival instincts kept you standing, you knew something more awaited you. This life was not meant to be your only path. But you know few places your innate talents could be put to use. Few places......except the DMZ. Tribal Saiyan Forager Located west of the Badlands, your tribe is situated in a land practically devoid of any edible wildlife, and so, have turned to more juice based alternatives. The numerous cacti surrounding your area provide most of the sustenance you and your village need. Unfortunately, other tribes eye your resource with hungry eyes, and your childhood is filled with memories of nothing but war. Losing both of your parents to the resource battles. This has tainted your view on what it means to be a Saiyan and if it is a life worth living in this area. You look to the mountains and see what is perhaps a way out, a way to escape. The only remaining question, is if you are willing to leave behind your kin... Hunter You begin your journey as a part of a small tribe near the southern floor of the reservations' space given to the Saiyans by the Queendom. One of the better off ones, although that doesn't say much as many of your kin go hungry often, you grind your teeth as a hunter of whatever might be near the village. In your earlier years, this consisted of insects, snakes, and armadillo. In the past few years, The Queendom's agriculture division has undergone a project to terraform the barren dry desert into something of a grassland, beginning with creating an artificial lake that seems to bring some larger animals to the drink. The Queendom's military still holds a big presence decades after the war, making sure to enforce the peace as well as investigate any potential leads into someone named Vegeta, a name only spoken by the eldest in your community. Your past experience with The Queendom has painted your perception of them, good or bad. Edited by Griever, Oct 18 2016, 08:44 PM.
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