Viktara, the Boundless Bounty Hunter [FIN]
May 24, 2016 17:40:09 GMT
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Post by Viktara on May 24, 2016 17:40:09 GMT
Name: Viktara
Species: Hera
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Viktara towers over most at a staggering height of 6â4, with a chiseled body-builder physique. Her aqua blue skin is adorned with many small scars and scrapes sheâd sustained throughout her rough and tumble lifestyle. Her massively messy orange mane of hair swings down just above her knees, while her deep brown eyes remain the only muted color on her body.
Personality:
Despite her chiseled exterior, Viktara is not your typical fighter. At least, not in the conventional sense. While she enjoys fighting, she uses her natural strength and talents as a means to an end, rather than the focus for her entire lifestyle like some Saiyans and Herans adapt. Instead, Viktaraâs interests mostly lie in gaining wealth. Coming from humble beginnings, she was always more than a little envious of the wealthy aristocrats and off-worlders that would visit her humble little rock. The events that later landed her in prison only made her that much more determined to obtain a piece of that wealth.
On top of her brute strength, confidence is also something that Viktara has in spades. After routinely being the most powerful being in the room, sheâs rightfully developed a bit of a cocky attitude in her demeanor. Sheâs not blind, and she knows when sheâs outclassed, but under normal circumstances sheâs not at all afraid to flaunt her supposed superiority.
Of course, with that cockiness breeds hubris. She loves to talk, even in the midst of battle. She can easily find the humor most situations. This is also where her more sardonic side shines. She loves making sarcastic quips at her opponents expense. Partially for her own benefit, and partially because it makes for a good distraction to trip them up. Beyond her body, her mouth is probably her second best tool⊠Just, yâknow, not in a sexual way.
She speaks with a very slight southern sounding twang that, after joining the larger galactic civilization, sheâs become quite self conscious and embarrassed of. Sheâll often revert back to her roots and throw around queer southernisms or references, and then feels flustered once she realizes that no one else seems to understand what sheâs saying.
History:
Smoke. Fire. Panicked Screams. The creaking of metal, and the hammer of guns. These are Viktaraâs earliest memories. She was no more than a toddler when she witnessed the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of space pirates. As they saw their lives ending, they imparted one last gift unto their child. They used their remaining strength to form a ki-barrier around the little one, as their ship burned and crash landed onto an alien planet below.
It only took a few hours before the crash site was discovered by the planetâs natives. The Shamoians werenât used to visitors on their distant little rock, so watching the shipâs burning entry into the planetâs orbit was a spectacle observed by many.
A few of the more courageous natives followed the shipâs trail, and located the wreckage in the midst of its crater. After peeling away the twisted frame of the wreckage, the Shamoians then discovered the young child. Lightly burned, crying, and still cradled in her parents arms. Taking pity on her, a humble young farmer named Beran took the child, giving her the name Viktara, and raised her as his own alongside his wife Gika.
Raising the child was no small task. Beran and Gika quickly discovered that even the simple act of feeding it was almost impossible, because even as a toddler, Viktara ate more in one meal than an adult Shamoian could eat in a day. The Heranâs incredible size soon also became an issue, as by age 7, the young girl had already outgrown both her parents. Then by 9 she outgrew her room. Once she turned 12, the family had already began construction on a bigger house.
If you asked her, Viktara would tell you that she had a great childhood growing up on New Shamo. Running through the open fields, climbing trees, diving into the deep lakes, helping her parents work on the farm. It was more than ideal, it was picturesque. At home and in her village, she was always the center of attention due to her rambunctious antics. Despite being adopted from another world, and appearing vastly different to the tiny Shamoian people, In her 19 years of living on that planet, not once did the Shamoians make her feel like an outcast. New Shamo was her home.
Unfortunately, her peaceful way of life soon met its end.
The arrival of the Arcosian Empire came as a shock to the natives. Their planet was apparently rich in rare minerals and ore, which made it very valuable to the powers that be. The Shamoians were offered an ultimatum; Either surrender themselves peacefully and work for the AE in their new mines, or be wiped off the face of the planet.
The Shamoians choice was obvious. They werenât fighters or warriors. Hell, they could barely defend themselves as individuals. All things considered, the offer almost seemed somewhat generous, given the incredible power behind the AE. The Shamoians were just thankful that they could stay on their planet, albeit in peaceful subjugation.
But for Viktara, it was different. She didnât have the blood of these peaceful people running through her veins. In her chest beat the heart of a Heran, and as a Heran, the mere thought of being forcefully subjugated by strangers made her blood boil. She watched with clenched fists and gritted teeth as the aliens invaded her planet and ravaged it of its essence. The forests plowed, the lakes drained, and her familyâs farm burned to the ground to make way for the new mining equipment.
On that day, something snapped deep within her that sheâd never felt before. A power completely unknown to her, but essential to the Hera way of life. It was rage. Pure, unbridled, furious rage.
The following several hours that passed were but a hazy memory. All Viktara knew was that when she came back to her senses, five mining machines were destroyed, several AE soldiers were incapacitated, and she found herself lying in shackles on a ship, being transported to the detainment facility where she was told she was going to spend the rest of her life.
____________________
Prison 42, Or what is more affectionately known as The Cube, was a semi-mobile security penitentiary located on a large satellite in the midst of space. Over 350 pirates, thieves, insurrectors and deserters called this place their home, and soon, Viktara did as well.
The comfortable farm life she left behind on New Shamo didnât prepare Viktara at all for the new challenges she was about to face. Cold, sterile, and dangerous. The Cube was a sharp contrast to everything sheâd ever known. As she suddenly found herself in the midst of a veritable army of grizzled alien criminals and fighters, her fear and anxiety swept over her like a tidal wave. For the first time in her life, she felt truly afraid, and alone.
Viktara never forgot the feelings she had in the first moments she stepped into the mess hall, and was completely overwhelmed by the number of creatures that towered over her. Her massive size, what she once proudly considered to be her biggest strength, suddenly became fairly inconsequential in the grand scheme of the universe. Coupled with the fact that female population was quite small in both stature and number, her one 'strength' quickly made her feel like a giant blue target.
As the days went on and she attempted to adjust to her new life, there was a blessing occurring around her that she didnât yet realize. Completely unknown to Viktara, the other inmates were not only leaving her alone, but they were actively avoiding her. When she first noticed this she was obviously confused, but the reason soon made itself very clear when she finally had an encounter with ZetsubÅ, the Heran Pirate.
ZetsubÅ was practically a mountain of flesh and muscle. He was over seven feet tall, and wore a chest-length beard that was more orange than a blazing fire. He had the respect, fear, and adoration of the entire prison, and he also had the scars to show how he proved it. The legacy of the Herans proceeded Viktara, and ZetsubÅâs massive visage confirmed it.
ZetsubÅ quickly took an interest in Viktara. She was the only other Heran in the prison, yet she had no recollection of their glorious culture or heritage. She was just a humble farmgirl from some bumpkin planet who couldnât even fight her way out of a paper bag. She was a disgrace to their legacy, and he couldnât let that stand. He spent the last 5 years of his life proving to inmates of The Cube that Herans were the strongest warrior race in the galaxy (â@#$% Saiyans!â), and he wasnât about to let some scrawny little girl change that.
He took it upon himself to train her. To beef her up, and shape her into a powerful specimen of Heran pride. He taught her the most basic fundamentals of Ki Control possible with their suppression collars, and he taught her how to brawl like a pirate king. By the time the other inmates had gathered the courage to challenge her, she was able to easily knock them out cold.
The years ticked by as she continued to train and fight. The thrill of combat and the taste of blood filled a void in the Heranâs soul that she had no idea existed. After six long years, she had already made a name for herself as one of the strongest fighters in the prison. She was still outclassed by certain heavyweights like ZetsubÅ, but she finally hit the point where she could box with the best of them, and walk away with only moderate bruising. The biggest surprise was what happened towards the end of her sixth year.
The Arcosian Empress named Wyntir arose to power, and in her desire for peace, signed for the release of 'criminals' that were wrongfully given life imprisonment for what could be considered 'minor' offenses. According to these new precedents, the relatively small amount of damage Viktara caused was no longer considered grounds for a lifetime felony, and so she was among the lucky few that were released early from their bonds.
Unfortunately for Viktara, she found herself with nowhere left to go. Returning to her planet and seeing it in its pillaged state was out of the question, but she had no other means of traveling or making money. Before she was released, as a parting gift, ZetsubÅ gave her some information on contacts he still had in the bounty hunting industry. For someone who was skilled at fighting, loose in morals, and had a desire to travel, the profession was a perfect fit for her.
Thus Viktara set off into space to become a bounty hunter, spending the next two years of her life hunting down the scum of the universe, while amassing a delicious profit from her exploits.
Yet despite discovered her warriorâs soul, her heart still remains in that tiny little farm village on New Shamo. One day, sheâll return to her home planet and liberate the Shamoian people their captors. Until then, she will continue fighting, training, and growing stronger.
She will be victorious.
Starting Planet:
The Raiti-Zacro Asteroid
Techniques:
Offensive
Technique Name: Grieve Grenade [N1]
> Wiki dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Milky_Cannon (Xenoverse Varient)
Description: The user is able to fire a small, relatively slow-moving projectile from the palm of their hand. At a glance, the ball appears to be somewhat harmless. Yet as it nears its target or impacts with an object, it automatically detonates into a massive explosion.
Technique Name: Dynamite Impact[N1]
> Wiki dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Arm_Break (Sorta? Similar idea at least.)
Description: The user charges a single appendage of their body (Arms, knees, feet) with an exorbitant amount of ki. Upon the next impact with any object, the ki is then discharged as an incredible searing explosion.
Support
Utility
Flight [UT]: By taking control of her inner Ki, Viktara is easily able to fly.
Special
Unique Characteristics:
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Species: Hera
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Viktara towers over most at a staggering height of 6â4, with a chiseled body-builder physique. Her aqua blue skin is adorned with many small scars and scrapes sheâd sustained throughout her rough and tumble lifestyle. Her massively messy orange mane of hair swings down just above her knees, while her deep brown eyes remain the only muted color on her body.
Personality:
Despite her chiseled exterior, Viktara is not your typical fighter. At least, not in the conventional sense. While she enjoys fighting, she uses her natural strength and talents as a means to an end, rather than the focus for her entire lifestyle like some Saiyans and Herans adapt. Instead, Viktaraâs interests mostly lie in gaining wealth. Coming from humble beginnings, she was always more than a little envious of the wealthy aristocrats and off-worlders that would visit her humble little rock. The events that later landed her in prison only made her that much more determined to obtain a piece of that wealth.
On top of her brute strength, confidence is also something that Viktara has in spades. After routinely being the most powerful being in the room, sheâs rightfully developed a bit of a cocky attitude in her demeanor. Sheâs not blind, and she knows when sheâs outclassed, but under normal circumstances sheâs not at all afraid to flaunt her supposed superiority.
Of course, with that cockiness breeds hubris. She loves to talk, even in the midst of battle. She can easily find the humor most situations. This is also where her more sardonic side shines. She loves making sarcastic quips at her opponents expense. Partially for her own benefit, and partially because it makes for a good distraction to trip them up. Beyond her body, her mouth is probably her second best tool⊠Just, yâknow, not in a sexual way.
She speaks with a very slight southern sounding twang that, after joining the larger galactic civilization, sheâs become quite self conscious and embarrassed of. Sheâll often revert back to her roots and throw around queer southernisms or references, and then feels flustered once she realizes that no one else seems to understand what sheâs saying.
Fighting Style - Viktara is an aggressive fighter whoâs all substance, and very little flash. To the seasoned fighter, her techniques could mostly be described as boring, or even sloppy. Having never any received formal training from a master, or studied martial arts herself, she instead brawls on pure instinct and experience alone. Flashy spins or acrobatic techniques are foreign to her, as the cramped prison environment she learned to fight in didn't allow for many theatrics.
Dirty Boxing was the primary form of combat there, and so thatâs exactly what she excels at. By relying on her impressive bulk and brute strength, she often gets the job done simply by throwing her weight into each punch, and knocking her opponent out cold. Haymakers, uppercuts, knees and elbows are what make up her arsenal, and as the combat name implies, she isnât above cheating, or getting her hands dirty to receive the upper hand in a fight.
For ki-based attacks, most of her abilities emanate from her fists. Even for the basic ki-blasts, she feels more comfortable âpunchingâ the energy out of her fists, than she would stiffly holding her arms out and releasing it from her palms.
Dirty Boxing was the primary form of combat there, and so thatâs exactly what she excels at. By relying on her impressive bulk and brute strength, she often gets the job done simply by throwing her weight into each punch, and knocking her opponent out cold. Haymakers, uppercuts, knees and elbows are what make up her arsenal, and as the combat name implies, she isnât above cheating, or getting her hands dirty to receive the upper hand in a fight.
For ki-based attacks, most of her abilities emanate from her fists. Even for the basic ki-blasts, she feels more comfortable âpunchingâ the energy out of her fists, than she would stiffly holding her arms out and releasing it from her palms.
Smoke. Fire. Panicked Screams. The creaking of metal, and the hammer of guns. These are Viktaraâs earliest memories. She was no more than a toddler when she witnessed the brutal murder of her parents at the hands of space pirates. As they saw their lives ending, they imparted one last gift unto their child. They used their remaining strength to form a ki-barrier around the little one, as their ship burned and crash landed onto an alien planet below.
It only took a few hours before the crash site was discovered by the planetâs natives. The Shamoians werenât used to visitors on their distant little rock, so watching the shipâs burning entry into the planetâs orbit was a spectacle observed by many.
A few of the more courageous natives followed the shipâs trail, and located the wreckage in the midst of its crater. After peeling away the twisted frame of the wreckage, the Shamoians then discovered the young child. Lightly burned, crying, and still cradled in her parents arms. Taking pity on her, a humble young farmer named Beran took the child, giving her the name Viktara, and raised her as his own alongside his wife Gika.
Raising the child was no small task. Beran and Gika quickly discovered that even the simple act of feeding it was almost impossible, because even as a toddler, Viktara ate more in one meal than an adult Shamoian could eat in a day. The Heranâs incredible size soon also became an issue, as by age 7, the young girl had already outgrown both her parents. Then by 9 she outgrew her room. Once she turned 12, the family had already began construction on a bigger house.
If you asked her, Viktara would tell you that she had a great childhood growing up on New Shamo. Running through the open fields, climbing trees, diving into the deep lakes, helping her parents work on the farm. It was more than ideal, it was picturesque. At home and in her village, she was always the center of attention due to her rambunctious antics. Despite being adopted from another world, and appearing vastly different to the tiny Shamoian people, In her 19 years of living on that planet, not once did the Shamoians make her feel like an outcast. New Shamo was her home.
Unfortunately, her peaceful way of life soon met its end.
The arrival of the Arcosian Empire came as a shock to the natives. Their planet was apparently rich in rare minerals and ore, which made it very valuable to the powers that be. The Shamoians were offered an ultimatum; Either surrender themselves peacefully and work for the AE in their new mines, or be wiped off the face of the planet.
The Shamoians choice was obvious. They werenât fighters or warriors. Hell, they could barely defend themselves as individuals. All things considered, the offer almost seemed somewhat generous, given the incredible power behind the AE. The Shamoians were just thankful that they could stay on their planet, albeit in peaceful subjugation.
But for Viktara, it was different. She didnât have the blood of these peaceful people running through her veins. In her chest beat the heart of a Heran, and as a Heran, the mere thought of being forcefully subjugated by strangers made her blood boil. She watched with clenched fists and gritted teeth as the aliens invaded her planet and ravaged it of its essence. The forests plowed, the lakes drained, and her familyâs farm burned to the ground to make way for the new mining equipment.
On that day, something snapped deep within her that sheâd never felt before. A power completely unknown to her, but essential to the Hera way of life. It was rage. Pure, unbridled, furious rage.
The following several hours that passed were but a hazy memory. All Viktara knew was that when she came back to her senses, five mining machines were destroyed, several AE soldiers were incapacitated, and she found herself lying in shackles on a ship, being transported to the detainment facility where she was told she was going to spend the rest of her life.
____________________
Prison 42, Or what is more affectionately known as The Cube, was a semi-mobile security penitentiary located on a large satellite in the midst of space. Over 350 pirates, thieves, insurrectors and deserters called this place their home, and soon, Viktara did as well.
The comfortable farm life she left behind on New Shamo didnât prepare Viktara at all for the new challenges she was about to face. Cold, sterile, and dangerous. The Cube was a sharp contrast to everything sheâd ever known. As she suddenly found herself in the midst of a veritable army of grizzled alien criminals and fighters, her fear and anxiety swept over her like a tidal wave. For the first time in her life, she felt truly afraid, and alone.
Viktara never forgot the feelings she had in the first moments she stepped into the mess hall, and was completely overwhelmed by the number of creatures that towered over her. Her massive size, what she once proudly considered to be her biggest strength, suddenly became fairly inconsequential in the grand scheme of the universe. Coupled with the fact that female population was quite small in both stature and number, her one 'strength' quickly made her feel like a giant blue target.
As the days went on and she attempted to adjust to her new life, there was a blessing occurring around her that she didnât yet realize. Completely unknown to Viktara, the other inmates were not only leaving her alone, but they were actively avoiding her. When she first noticed this she was obviously confused, but the reason soon made itself very clear when she finally had an encounter with ZetsubÅ, the Heran Pirate.
ZetsubÅ was practically a mountain of flesh and muscle. He was over seven feet tall, and wore a chest-length beard that was more orange than a blazing fire. He had the respect, fear, and adoration of the entire prison, and he also had the scars to show how he proved it. The legacy of the Herans proceeded Viktara, and ZetsubÅâs massive visage confirmed it.
ZetsubÅ quickly took an interest in Viktara. She was the only other Heran in the prison, yet she had no recollection of their glorious culture or heritage. She was just a humble farmgirl from some bumpkin planet who couldnât even fight her way out of a paper bag. She was a disgrace to their legacy, and he couldnât let that stand. He spent the last 5 years of his life proving to inmates of The Cube that Herans were the strongest warrior race in the galaxy (â@#$% Saiyans!â), and he wasnât about to let some scrawny little girl change that.
He took it upon himself to train her. To beef her up, and shape her into a powerful specimen of Heran pride. He taught her the most basic fundamentals of Ki Control possible with their suppression collars, and he taught her how to brawl like a pirate king. By the time the other inmates had gathered the courage to challenge her, she was able to easily knock them out cold.
The years ticked by as she continued to train and fight. The thrill of combat and the taste of blood filled a void in the Heranâs soul that she had no idea existed. After six long years, she had already made a name for herself as one of the strongest fighters in the prison. She was still outclassed by certain heavyweights like ZetsubÅ, but she finally hit the point where she could box with the best of them, and walk away with only moderate bruising. The biggest surprise was what happened towards the end of her sixth year.
The Arcosian Empress named Wyntir arose to power, and in her desire for peace, signed for the release of 'criminals' that were wrongfully given life imprisonment for what could be considered 'minor' offenses. According to these new precedents, the relatively small amount of damage Viktara caused was no longer considered grounds for a lifetime felony, and so she was among the lucky few that were released early from their bonds.
Unfortunately for Viktara, she found herself with nowhere left to go. Returning to her planet and seeing it in its pillaged state was out of the question, but she had no other means of traveling or making money. Before she was released, as a parting gift, ZetsubÅ gave her some information on contacts he still had in the bounty hunting industry. For someone who was skilled at fighting, loose in morals, and had a desire to travel, the profession was a perfect fit for her.
Thus Viktara set off into space to become a bounty hunter, spending the next two years of her life hunting down the scum of the universe, while amassing a delicious profit from her exploits.
Yet despite discovered her warriorâs soul, her heart still remains in that tiny little farm village on New Shamo. One day, sheâll return to her home planet and liberate the Shamoian people their captors. Until then, she will continue fighting, training, and growing stronger.
She will be victorious.
Starting Planet:
The Raiti-Zacro Asteroid
Techniques:
Offensive
Technique Name: Grieve Grenade [N1]
> Wiki dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Milky_Cannon (Xenoverse Varient)
Description: The user is able to fire a small, relatively slow-moving projectile from the palm of their hand. At a glance, the ball appears to be somewhat harmless. Yet as it nears its target or impacts with an object, it automatically detonates into a massive explosion.
Technique Name: Dynamite Impact[N1]
> Wiki dragonball.wikia.com/wiki/Arm_Break (Sorta? Similar idea at least.)
Description: The user charges a single appendage of their body (Arms, knees, feet) with an exorbitant amount of ki. Upon the next impact with any object, the ki is then discharged as an incredible searing explosion.
Support
Utility
Flight [UT]: By taking control of her inner Ki, Viktara is easily able to fly.
Special
Unique Characteristics:
Mercenary Heart: Due to the mercenary nature of the race and the fame they have as ruthless killers, the Herans gain a 10% boost on all their Zeni threads.
Thirst for Battle: Herans crave for battle and destruction, thatâs a urge they have on their very core, meaning that they will most of the times fight to the death. Whenever a Heran is at a Death Enabled Thread, they gain an x2 offensive boost to their transformation. However, if they run away from the fight, the shame will embarrass them greatly, giving them a â 50% penalty to their gains for that thread.
Thirst for Battle: Herans crave for battle and destruction, thatâs a urge they have on their very core, meaning that they will most of the times fight to the death. Whenever a Heran is at a Death Enabled Thread, they gain an x2 offensive boost to their transformation. However, if they run away from the fight, the shame will embarrass them greatly, giving them a â 50% penalty to their gains for that thread.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod