Post by sarusa on Jan 19, 2017 23:41:44 GMT
Name:
Sarusa Abokado
Alias:
Sar, Ser, Aboka, Yūki
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Female
Age:
25
Appearance:
Sar Aboka stands at roughly five feet seven inches. Her general attire is dark purple and black training garb, with matching black socks, and typically dark grey shoes. She looks young, with medium-brown hair falling in waves to the middle of her back. While training she wears it in a pony tail. Her eyes are purple, matching her clothes, though due to lighting often appear to be black. She has a single mole under her right eye, and a scar on her left cheek. When not training, she wears a combination of tan, brown, and green.
History:
Sarusa was born into a low-class family. With barely enough money to feed themselves, they were constantly fending off hunger, fighting over scraps, and sleeping with pain in their bellies. Many of Sarusa's siblings perished in their sleep, found half-eaten by rats the next day. Being the weakest and youngest of her family, Ser quite often found herself with no food at all. This lead to a quick downfall of her health, and inevitably to abandonment.
In this way, Sarusa was found, barely able to move, beside an abandoned theatre. Had she been left anywhere else, she may well have died. Instead, during one of his many raids to this particular theatre, Yuusutasu happened upon the still body of the Saiyaness. Aggravated at any other living thing being in his favorite alone spot, he pulled back his right leg, ready to let loose.
"Stupid dog!" His eyesight was not what it used to be, and only at the last minute did he realise the bundle of mange wasn't a mongrel, but instead a baby. He twisted on the foot that was still grounded, hit a rock with his other foot, and lost his balance, smacking his head against the wall.
"Ow, damnit, shit!"
Grumbling, he sat up, squinting hard at the bundle. Pale-skinned from malnutrition, Sarusa's eyes were glazed over, unable to focus on anything. Yuusutasu looked hard at the abandoned building, internally struggling with the right thing to do, or being able to add another theatre mask to his collection. He finally conceded to his conscience, and still mumbling curses under his breath, roughly grabbed the bundle of girl, and began trotting home.
Upon arriving to the delapidated wooden shack, Yuusutasu kicked open the screen door. It hit the wall with a clatter, informing his wife of his arrival.
"Oh, hello there Yuusutasu. You're back early."
Murieru did not turn around from the sink, where she was cleaning dishes, hands donned in white rubber gloves with a flower motif.
"Lucky so, I was about to start dinner."
Yuusutasu hadn't said a word up to this point besides occasional griping under his breath. He looked around the room trying to find a place to set his bundle. It was sparcely populated with furniture, in fact outside of the kitchen there was only Murieru's rocking chair and his own cloth throne. He grumbled again, gnashing his teeth as he chose to just sit in his own chair, keeping the baby on his lap. Murieru would know what to do.
"Yuusutasu, dear, what *are* you going on about in there?" Murieru called over the sound of running water and clinking.
Grumble grumble grumble.
She turned off the faucet, gave a few squeaky wipes to one last plate, and turned around. Yuusutasu was sitting in his chair, small bundle on his lap, staring pointedly at the TV, which was not on. Murieru decided to walk over to talk to him.
"Yuusutasu, what have you got there?"
The old man mumbled some more, the words 'found' 'lost' and 'baby' the only ones discernable. Murieru frowned.
"Now Yuusutasu, you know you shouldn't joke about things like that." Murieru said sternly. The couple knew that children were a delicate subject in this home. They'd known each other since their teens, married early in their twenties, but both were barren. They had decided not to adopt anyway; Saiyan children could be very volatile, and when they'd stopped trying on their own at 40, had decided maybe just a life of rest was better.
Yuusutasu grumbled some more to himself, thrusting the bundle under Murieru's nose. In a gravelly voice, he said "here." Murieru took the worn sack and, true to his words, the warmth, shape, and weight did seem to indicate a child. With a gasp, Murieru peeled back the cloth to see a near skeletal child in her arms. Almost immediately her eyes began to well up.
"Oh, Yuusutasu, oh...She's just a pup."
The man folded his arms and sat back in his chair, countenance blank. Murieru was not surprised that this baby had made no noise. In fact, it looked like if she tried to do anything she'd expend all her energy and perish.
"Oh, oh dear. Let's get you fed up, and cleaned. Oh, you're so courageus to have lasted so long, without a peep, but we will take care of you, oh yes..."
She continued to fawn over the child, while Yuusutasu adjusted his glasses. Loud clinks and crashes could be heard from the kitchen. Half baby talk, half making plans, Murieru seemed to have four arms as she rearranged the kitchen. Yuusutasu stood up walking over to the door frame. He leaned against it, and watched.
"Oh yes, so courageous we'll have to strengthen you up, maybe you could be a famous soldier. Oh, we have lots of ways to train here on the farm, you'll be so big and strong. Unless you want to be a librarian, or a cook, but it really doesn't matter what matters is we've got you, and we're going to take care of you, you, you..." Her voice trailed off. With a pensieve look, Murieru thought for a moment. "You need a name." She said bluntly. "How about-".
She was cut off by Yuusutasu, who had stood up straight.
"Her name is Sarusa."
Murieru cocked her head to the side.
"Ooh, I like that. But I was thinking...Yūki, because of how coura-"
Once again, the old man interrupted her.
"You can call her what you like. I don't care. I'm just sayin', she looks like a Sarusa."
"Hmm...Sarusa...Sarusa..." Murieru looked at her husband. He had a steeled look in his eyes, a man standing firm, yet soft in a regard. She'd never seen him look this way about another human being before. "Sarusa Abokado...The more I say it, the more it fits." Yuusutasu grunted, and Murieru turned back to the baby. "You're name is Sarusa Abokado, and I'll call you Yūki for your nickname." Turning to her husband, she said "how about that?"
Yuusutasu grunted, but Murieru would swear forever that the corners of his lips turned up.
Yuusutasu sat back down in his chair, while Murieru continued to prepare food for Sarusa. She'd gathered the most nutritious and soft foods she had in the cupboard, hoping it would blend down to mush. All the while Sarusa stared at Yuusutasu, who ignored her.
After she'd been fed, her colour had returned. Warmed and full, Sarusa let out a big yawn, and stretched her arms. Murieru carefully picked her back up, gently carrying the child to Yuusutasu.
"Yuusutasu, I need you to hold her while I make dinner. It shouldn't be too hard a job, she's near asleep."
Yuusutasu grunted, but held out his arms to receive the near asleep baby. He held her at arm's length, scrutinizing with squinted eyes.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." She waddled back to the other room. Yuusutasu made sure her back was turned to him.
Bringing the child in close, he spoke in a voice softer than a whisper. "You grow up being and strong, okay? You grow up, become a military woman. Rise in the ranks, bring high honor to the Abokado name. It's just us three, right? It'll be just you. We will never abandon you, but one day we will have to leave. Just you, Sarusa." Bringing her in close, he pressed his lips against her forehead in a soft kiss, saying "just you, Yūki." A single tear ran down his cheek, and into Sarusa's hair.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
Support
Utility
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Sarusa Abokado
Alias:
Sar, Ser, Aboka, Yūki
Species:
Saiyan
Gender:
Female
Age:
25
Appearance:
Sar Aboka stands at roughly five feet seven inches. Her general attire is dark purple and black training garb, with matching black socks, and typically dark grey shoes. She looks young, with medium-brown hair falling in waves to the middle of her back. While training she wears it in a pony tail. Her eyes are purple, matching her clothes, though due to lighting often appear to be black. She has a single mole under her right eye, and a scar on her left cheek. When not training, she wears a combination of tan, brown, and green.
History:
Sarusa was born into a low-class family. With barely enough money to feed themselves, they were constantly fending off hunger, fighting over scraps, and sleeping with pain in their bellies. Many of Sarusa's siblings perished in their sleep, found half-eaten by rats the next day. Being the weakest and youngest of her family, Ser quite often found herself with no food at all. This lead to a quick downfall of her health, and inevitably to abandonment.
In this way, Sarusa was found, barely able to move, beside an abandoned theatre. Had she been left anywhere else, she may well have died. Instead, during one of his many raids to this particular theatre, Yuusutasu happened upon the still body of the Saiyaness. Aggravated at any other living thing being in his favorite alone spot, he pulled back his right leg, ready to let loose.
"Stupid dog!" His eyesight was not what it used to be, and only at the last minute did he realise the bundle of mange wasn't a mongrel, but instead a baby. He twisted on the foot that was still grounded, hit a rock with his other foot, and lost his balance, smacking his head against the wall.
"Ow, damnit, shit!"
Grumbling, he sat up, squinting hard at the bundle. Pale-skinned from malnutrition, Sarusa's eyes were glazed over, unable to focus on anything. Yuusutasu looked hard at the abandoned building, internally struggling with the right thing to do, or being able to add another theatre mask to his collection. He finally conceded to his conscience, and still mumbling curses under his breath, roughly grabbed the bundle of girl, and began trotting home.
Upon arriving to the delapidated wooden shack, Yuusutasu kicked open the screen door. It hit the wall with a clatter, informing his wife of his arrival.
"Oh, hello there Yuusutasu. You're back early."
Murieru did not turn around from the sink, where she was cleaning dishes, hands donned in white rubber gloves with a flower motif.
"Lucky so, I was about to start dinner."
Yuusutasu hadn't said a word up to this point besides occasional griping under his breath. He looked around the room trying to find a place to set his bundle. It was sparcely populated with furniture, in fact outside of the kitchen there was only Murieru's rocking chair and his own cloth throne. He grumbled again, gnashing his teeth as he chose to just sit in his own chair, keeping the baby on his lap. Murieru would know what to do.
"Yuusutasu, dear, what *are* you going on about in there?" Murieru called over the sound of running water and clinking.
Grumble grumble grumble.
She turned off the faucet, gave a few squeaky wipes to one last plate, and turned around. Yuusutasu was sitting in his chair, small bundle on his lap, staring pointedly at the TV, which was not on. Murieru decided to walk over to talk to him.
"Yuusutasu, what have you got there?"
The old man mumbled some more, the words 'found' 'lost' and 'baby' the only ones discernable. Murieru frowned.
"Now Yuusutasu, you know you shouldn't joke about things like that." Murieru said sternly. The couple knew that children were a delicate subject in this home. They'd known each other since their teens, married early in their twenties, but both were barren. They had decided not to adopt anyway; Saiyan children could be very volatile, and when they'd stopped trying on their own at 40, had decided maybe just a life of rest was better.
Yuusutasu grumbled some more to himself, thrusting the bundle under Murieru's nose. In a gravelly voice, he said "here." Murieru took the worn sack and, true to his words, the warmth, shape, and weight did seem to indicate a child. With a gasp, Murieru peeled back the cloth to see a near skeletal child in her arms. Almost immediately her eyes began to well up.
"Oh, Yuusutasu, oh...She's just a pup."
The man folded his arms and sat back in his chair, countenance blank. Murieru was not surprised that this baby had made no noise. In fact, it looked like if she tried to do anything she'd expend all her energy and perish.
"Oh, oh dear. Let's get you fed up, and cleaned. Oh, you're so courageus to have lasted so long, without a peep, but we will take care of you, oh yes..."
She continued to fawn over the child, while Yuusutasu adjusted his glasses. Loud clinks and crashes could be heard from the kitchen. Half baby talk, half making plans, Murieru seemed to have four arms as she rearranged the kitchen. Yuusutasu stood up walking over to the door frame. He leaned against it, and watched.
"Oh yes, so courageous we'll have to strengthen you up, maybe you could be a famous soldier. Oh, we have lots of ways to train here on the farm, you'll be so big and strong. Unless you want to be a librarian, or a cook, but it really doesn't matter what matters is we've got you, and we're going to take care of you, you, you..." Her voice trailed off. With a pensieve look, Murieru thought for a moment. "You need a name." She said bluntly. "How about-".
She was cut off by Yuusutasu, who had stood up straight.
"Her name is Sarusa."
Murieru cocked her head to the side.
"Ooh, I like that. But I was thinking...Yūki, because of how coura-"
Once again, the old man interrupted her.
"You can call her what you like. I don't care. I'm just sayin', she looks like a Sarusa."
"Hmm...Sarusa...Sarusa..." Murieru looked at her husband. He had a steeled look in his eyes, a man standing firm, yet soft in a regard. She'd never seen him look this way about another human being before. "Sarusa Abokado...The more I say it, the more it fits." Yuusutasu grunted, and Murieru turned back to the baby. "You're name is Sarusa Abokado, and I'll call you Yūki for your nickname." Turning to her husband, she said "how about that?"
Yuusutasu grunted, but Murieru would swear forever that the corners of his lips turned up.
Yuusutasu sat back down in his chair, while Murieru continued to prepare food for Sarusa. She'd gathered the most nutritious and soft foods she had in the cupboard, hoping it would blend down to mush. All the while Sarusa stared at Yuusutasu, who ignored her.
After she'd been fed, her colour had returned. Warmed and full, Sarusa let out a big yawn, and stretched her arms. Murieru carefully picked her back up, gently carrying the child to Yuusutasu.
"Yuusutasu, I need you to hold her while I make dinner. It shouldn't be too hard a job, she's near asleep."
Yuusutasu grunted, but held out his arms to receive the near asleep baby. He held her at arm's length, scrutinizing with squinted eyes.
"I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything." She waddled back to the other room. Yuusutasu made sure her back was turned to him.
Bringing the child in close, he spoke in a voice softer than a whisper. "You grow up being and strong, okay? You grow up, become a military woman. Rise in the ranks, bring high honor to the Abokado name. It's just us three, right? It'll be just you. We will never abandon you, but one day we will have to leave. Just you, Sarusa." Bringing her in close, he pressed his lips against her forehead in a soft kiss, saying "just you, Yūki." A single tear ran down his cheek, and into Sarusa's hair.
Starting Planet: Vegeta
Techniques:
Offensive
Support
Utility
Special
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod