Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Jan 23, 2016 20:39:41 GMT
Name:
mica! owo, Hebrew for who is like the Lord; a diminutive of Michaela. Mica is also a type of mineral known for its ability to be separated into thin, even transparent, leaves.
Species:
Ryashi
Gender:
Femine
Age:
31
Appearance:
History:
You know, With a mother that had grown up around the concept of something akin to a service lady, somebody to fill the cups of men that visited the nearby springs and consistently asked for a private conversation with her, i could still remember her business face when trying to treat me nicely.
It was not something akin to alienation, instead it was her constant overworking, trying to keep up with supply and demand as from the moment she had given birth from me she was instantly required back in the business.
Yet from what Mica knew she simply accepted myself for who she truely is, not telling Mica who her father was as she simply kept saying that it would be an answer she could never be right in, while she slowly spends her time as a little rascal going around the house.
Actively chasing after the smallest moving objects, sneaking up on them and even trying to jump onto them while letting out powerful roars like a predator, Mica was seen as somebody growing up to be a adventurous type of Ryashi.
Somebody who always brought herself in the most stupid sorts of situations, chasing after fellow friends and comrades and jumping at them from large heights, it became rather quickly known around the neighbourhood.
People starting to talk about how Mica was up to no good, how she was having trouble in the neighbourhood of this small "service house".
But apart from her adventures, apart from the hunting that she went through within her youth, Mica was often a stubborn learner.
Known for the lowest grades of her class and for a lack of thinking in the social means of life, often making large issues with certain kinds of customers that she had to do a test against, to see how far her studies had been going.
Every single time Mica had brought herself to simply slap them in their face, choke them out or even shout at them when they pushed too far, her eyes seething with a burning rage that she had not known before in her life.
Tourism comes in many forms and sizes, Mica know this, Mica has fully accepted this, yet she is unable to truly accept the form of tourism our proud species has lowered itself too in this little place outside of the larger areas.
Outside of the castle like decorative pieces of towns, outside of those massive walls that clustered together our pride and buried it, others simply shoved me away knowing that the current income brought by some of these rich fucks was simply too massive.
Rather quickly abuse came her way, She knew that every single fact that she had implanted within that thick skull of hers was a curse that was written on her body for the others, where they constantly refused to even get near her, the friends she had close starting to separate themselves from them.
Even rumours started going around about what she could have possibly been useful for, with one such fate striking her upon a dark day.
Chains slammed around her neck and arms, her massive tail tied down towards the ground as a massive group of thugs found their way into her living quarters as a few Ryashi simply moved away from the entrance with small bags on the hips of these men, her blood red eyes glaring at the people that simply looked out of their windows as she silently and without a single bit of struggling was carried away by these men.
Sold by her own friends, sold by her very own comrades.
She was brought down to the slave markets of many planets, just... Because she was somebody who had to pride to stand up to what they didn't deserve... What they should have obtained, something called freedom...
Techniques:
Offensive
Nirvana's Winds [n1] - While most warriors start with knowledge behind real weapons, the Ryashi from her village have learned to use their fans for more than just aesthetics, slashing the fan sideways towards the enemy they project a wave of air, like a razor sharp blade.
Deals 33% PL damage.
Support
Ki sense - Having to learn under the pressure from the slave drivers, she had found herself starting to pick up on the ability to track their locations on the ship, keeping a eye on powerlevels and making certain to not fuck up most of the time.
Transformations: One is known, others still inprogress to be asked of tania.
mica! owo, Hebrew for who is like the Lord; a diminutive of Michaela. Mica is also a type of mineral known for its ability to be separated into thin, even transparent, leaves.
Species:
Ryashi
Gender:
Femine
Age:
31
Appearance:
History:
You know, With a mother that had grown up around the concept of something akin to a service lady, somebody to fill the cups of men that visited the nearby springs and consistently asked for a private conversation with her, i could still remember her business face when trying to treat me nicely.
It was not something akin to alienation, instead it was her constant overworking, trying to keep up with supply and demand as from the moment she had given birth from me she was instantly required back in the business.
Yet from what Mica knew she simply accepted myself for who she truely is, not telling Mica who her father was as she simply kept saying that it would be an answer she could never be right in, while she slowly spends her time as a little rascal going around the house.
Actively chasing after the smallest moving objects, sneaking up on them and even trying to jump onto them while letting out powerful roars like a predator, Mica was seen as somebody growing up to be a adventurous type of Ryashi.
Somebody who always brought herself in the most stupid sorts of situations, chasing after fellow friends and comrades and jumping at them from large heights, it became rather quickly known around the neighbourhood.
People starting to talk about how Mica was up to no good, how she was having trouble in the neighbourhood of this small "service house".
But apart from her adventures, apart from the hunting that she went through within her youth, Mica was often a stubborn learner.
Known for the lowest grades of her class and for a lack of thinking in the social means of life, often making large issues with certain kinds of customers that she had to do a test against, to see how far her studies had been going.
Every single time Mica had brought herself to simply slap them in their face, choke them out or even shout at them when they pushed too far, her eyes seething with a burning rage that she had not known before in her life.
Tourism comes in many forms and sizes, Mica know this, Mica has fully accepted this, yet she is unable to truly accept the form of tourism our proud species has lowered itself too in this little place outside of the larger areas.
Outside of the castle like decorative pieces of towns, outside of those massive walls that clustered together our pride and buried it, others simply shoved me away knowing that the current income brought by some of these rich fucks was simply too massive.
Rather quickly abuse came her way, She knew that every single fact that she had implanted within that thick skull of hers was a curse that was written on her body for the others, where they constantly refused to even get near her, the friends she had close starting to separate themselves from them.
Even rumours started going around about what she could have possibly been useful for, with one such fate striking her upon a dark day.
Chains slammed around her neck and arms, her massive tail tied down towards the ground as a massive group of thugs found their way into her living quarters as a few Ryashi simply moved away from the entrance with small bags on the hips of these men, her blood red eyes glaring at the people that simply looked out of their windows as she silently and without a single bit of struggling was carried away by these men.
Sold by her own friends, sold by her very own comrades.
She was brought down to the slave markets of many planets, just... Because she was somebody who had to pride to stand up to what they didn't deserve... What they should have obtained, something called freedom...
Techniques:
Offensive
Nirvana's Winds [n1] - While most warriors start with knowledge behind real weapons, the Ryashi from her village have learned to use their fans for more than just aesthetics, slashing the fan sideways towards the enemy they project a wave of air, like a razor sharp blade.
Deals 33% PL damage.
Support
Ki sense - Having to learn under the pressure from the slave drivers, she had found herself starting to pick up on the ability to track their locations on the ship, keeping a eye on powerlevels and making certain to not fuck up most of the time.
Transformations: One is known, others still inprogress to be asked of tania.
