Post by Kay-El on Feb 21, 2016 20:42:19 GMT
Name: Ban.
Species: Saiyan.
Gender: Female.
Age: 65.
Appearance: Her build is that of a warrior who, with the softer job of being a nanny to a five year old, could do with losing a few pounds now. Warm brown hair and eyes sit in face with more lines than is natural for a Sayian of her age, a side effect of chasing around a feisty hybrid over the last five years and having little sleep to show for it. Ban walks with the aid of a cane due to an old war injury that severed her tail and shattered her right leg. Everyone told her she’d never be able to use it again but she’d proven them wrong, she just couldn’t go back to the war afterwards.
History: As hard as it would be for Kay-El to believe, Ban was a child, once, herself. Born to lower class Saiyans, she worked hard for everything she got in life. Be it a new outfit or even a meal, once she was able to contribute to the family’s income, she did. It wasn’t an easy lifestyle and although she didn’t necessarily agree with the war, she enlisted not just for the money, but for a secure place to live and call ‘home.’ With her off fighting, her parents wouldn’t have to devote any of their incomes to her, and she could travel on the government’s dime now, too.
Although poor, her parents had always been proud of their race, heritage and country. When she told them she wanted to join the war efforts, they couldn’t have been happier for her, genuinely believed she would go off and ‘fight the good fight.’ Still, Ban fought the ‘morally ambiguous’ fight, because she’d signed up for it and she needed to in order to survive. In the three decades she spent in the army, she climbed ranks, and counted down each year until she could retire and live out a normal life. At the time, the Saiyan believed she’d give anything to get out without disgrace, but when the attack came, she realized the cost was too high - but not until it was already too late.
The attack came at night. Survivors of the recent Saiyan destruction of a village snuck into their camp. How they managed that remained a mystery to this day, but that’s not the focus of this story. Nan and some other warriors huddled by their fires. Some slept. Those who couldn’t sleep patrolled or drank. The air had a chill to it none liked, so their fires shone brighter, raged higher than normal. Good spirits and revelry abounded at their recent conquests. And then the fires began to spread.
The children attacked by the dozens, spread out to do the most damage and willing to die for their cause. The eldest couldn’t be older than twelve, the youngest a mere four. Old enough to walk, talk and hold a weapon, but not trained well enough in its arts. They went down quickly, but not before doing enough damage to the camp. Someone told her later that if they were old enough to fight, they were old enough to die, but as she felt the bite of blade and crush of tons of materials she couldn’t name to save her life, the memory of her sword biting through the child’s mostly unprotected flesh would always feel like murder.
After an honorable discharge due to disability, Nan spent two years in rehab. Although she’d lost her tail, she was determined to prove she didn’t lose her leg completely to that night. In the meantime, she learned to fly, never telling another soul about the ability. The last thing she needed was for the army to ask her back.
The next year she spent traveling and eventually wound up on Shikk in the service of the ruling Coliflo family.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Energy Shot - wiki
Support
[UT] Flight
[UT] Ki Sense
PL: 5000
Eventually I will upgrade her to a minion (when I am not so new and Zenniless ^_^ ).
Species: Saiyan.
Gender: Female.
Age: 65.
Appearance: Her build is that of a warrior who, with the softer job of being a nanny to a five year old, could do with losing a few pounds now. Warm brown hair and eyes sit in face with more lines than is natural for a Sayian of her age, a side effect of chasing around a feisty hybrid over the last five years and having little sleep to show for it. Ban walks with the aid of a cane due to an old war injury that severed her tail and shattered her right leg. Everyone told her she’d never be able to use it again but she’d proven them wrong, she just couldn’t go back to the war afterwards.
History: As hard as it would be for Kay-El to believe, Ban was a child, once, herself. Born to lower class Saiyans, she worked hard for everything she got in life. Be it a new outfit or even a meal, once she was able to contribute to the family’s income, she did. It wasn’t an easy lifestyle and although she didn’t necessarily agree with the war, she enlisted not just for the money, but for a secure place to live and call ‘home.’ With her off fighting, her parents wouldn’t have to devote any of their incomes to her, and she could travel on the government’s dime now, too.
Although poor, her parents had always been proud of their race, heritage and country. When she told them she wanted to join the war efforts, they couldn’t have been happier for her, genuinely believed she would go off and ‘fight the good fight.’ Still, Ban fought the ‘morally ambiguous’ fight, because she’d signed up for it and she needed to in order to survive. In the three decades she spent in the army, she climbed ranks, and counted down each year until she could retire and live out a normal life. At the time, the Saiyan believed she’d give anything to get out without disgrace, but when the attack came, she realized the cost was too high - but not until it was already too late.
The attack came at night. Survivors of the recent Saiyan destruction of a village snuck into their camp. How they managed that remained a mystery to this day, but that’s not the focus of this story. Nan and some other warriors huddled by their fires. Some slept. Those who couldn’t sleep patrolled or drank. The air had a chill to it none liked, so their fires shone brighter, raged higher than normal. Good spirits and revelry abounded at their recent conquests. And then the fires began to spread.
The children attacked by the dozens, spread out to do the most damage and willing to die for their cause. The eldest couldn’t be older than twelve, the youngest a mere four. Old enough to walk, talk and hold a weapon, but not trained well enough in its arts. They went down quickly, but not before doing enough damage to the camp. Someone told her later that if they were old enough to fight, they were old enough to die, but as she felt the bite of blade and crush of tons of materials she couldn’t name to save her life, the memory of her sword biting through the child’s mostly unprotected flesh would always feel like murder.
After an honorable discharge due to disability, Nan spent two years in rehab. Although she’d lost her tail, she was determined to prove she didn’t lose her leg completely to that night. In the meantime, she learned to fly, never telling another soul about the ability. The last thing she needed was for the army to ask her back.
The next year she spent traveling and eventually wound up on Shikk in the service of the ruling Coliflo family.
Techniques:
Offensive
[N1] Energy Shot - wiki
Support
[UT] Flight
[UT] Ki Sense
PL: 5000
Eventually I will upgrade her to a minion (when I am not so new and Zenniless ^_^ ).