Post by Cushaw on Apr 2, 2017 22:30:36 GMT
Name: Cushaw
Alias: n/a [to be earned]
Species: Kabochan
Gender: Female, she/her pronouns
Age: 24
Appearance:
History:
Starting Planet: Shikk
Techniques:
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod
Alias: n/a [to be earned]
Species: Kabochan
Gender: Female, she/her pronouns
Age: 24
Appearance:
History:
Kabochans are muscle. This is a fact that is commonly understood throughout the Northern Quadrant of the Galaxy. Long before the advent of Bardock and the Saiyan Solar Empire, the Kabochans supplied a strong backbone for auxiliary troops under a diverse list of galactic overlords. Seemingly indifferent in regards to the constant changing ownership of their planet, the Kabochans have continued to eke out their lives in this fashion for generation after generation, to the surprise of exactly none of the major players in the grand galactic game of toy soldiers. Everyone knows Kabochans are too complacent to think for themselves.
For the good first chunk of Cushaw's life, there was no reason to believe she might break this long and storied mold. Born to a low-class Kabochan family and maintaining an unremarkable power level throughout her adolescence, she nevertheless was eventually recruited as an auxiliary soldier for the Saiyan Empire. As a career choice, this seemed as natural for most young Kabochans of this era as eating and sleeping. Cushaw had no major long-term plans for the rest of her life. If she was fortunate, and maybe worked hard, she might achieve a promotion higher up in the military hierarchy, and get to enjoy some measure of luxury in her retirement. That was about as far as Cushaw's ambition stretched.
However, unbeknownst to Cushaw, resentment and vengeful fury were pulsing through the underbelly of Kabochan society. There were rumours of a rebel faction, whispered just on the edge of Saiyan hearing. One or two suspected dissenters were arrested and either killed or sentenced to lifelong labour. Hard to tell which was worse. When one of Cushaw's fellow Kabochan fighters approached her with the tentative suggestion that she attend a secret meeting, Cushaw at first tried to ignore it. She didn't rat out the man, but she kept her head down and tried to act as if nothing was happening.
But before long, as the whispers began to build, Cushaw couldn't help listening in, more and more. She didn't like to admit it at first, but the whispered words made sense. They fed something inside her, that long slow wrath that lays sleeping soundly in the heart of every Kabochan, but when kindled, erupts like a great blaze to darken the stars.
"We Kabochans are born with the seed of might within us, and it flourishes all too quickly. If we had to strive to become warriors, maybe we wouldn't be so quick to let others use our strength for their own gains. Our complacency is what makes us weak. Weren't we proud once, too? We were masters of our own destinies. Now, our own kings and queens are little more than puppets wearing borrowed crowns. We're nothing but vassals and breeding stock for the Saiyans. Before the Saiyans, it was the Arcosians, and maybe after the Saiyans it'll be the Arcosians again. And so on, and so forth, if we just carry on letting our planet slip from one hand to another, while we remain content to play soldiers. Unless we say: stop. Unless we take our planet back with our own hands, blood-washed and scarred to the core if need be."
The story of how Cushaw was eventually indoctrinated as a member of the rebel faction, of the clandestine operations she was assigned to perform under the guise of her military duties, of the final outbreak of all-out guerrilla warfare on Kabocha and its eventual, bloody defeat would take several nights to tell in full. Suffice to say, the rebellion ended in deafening defeat, with the Saiyans once again asserting their stranglehold over the planet. Of those who survived, those higher on the hierarchy were incarcerated in Space Prison Knutts. The low-level grunts, like Cushaw, were deemed to pose a low enough threat to be sentenced to lifelong labour in the Coliflo Mines on Planet Shikk.
The mines were a living hell. Cushaw had once pondered it might be better to die than be sent there to eke out a miserable existence in the dirt and the dark, but it was only now that she truly appreciated the weight of the question. It was hatred that helped her survive the pits. Hatred of the wealthy leeches who grew fat on the sweat of her back. Hatred of the other convicts, too weak-willed and subdued to do anything but continue breaking their backs from dawn til dusk. Hatred of the Saiyans, in whose iron grip Kabocha still remained a planet of slaves in all but name. And hatred of her own kind, for it was Kabochans who had spat on the corpses of her comrades and called them traitors.
Alone, Cushaw might have snapped one day, attempted some hair-brained escape, and been gunned down by the android guards. But fortunately, this was not to be the end of her story. Another prisoner, a quick-witted Brenchian by the name of Origan, eventually organized a daring plan, communicating it in secret to a sizeable number of prisoners over a span of several months. Cushaw and the others watched and waited, biding their time, until eventually the night to execute the plan came. No one prisoner knew the full extent of Origan's scheme. As far Cushaw was concerned, there was fighting, and several prisoners perished, but in the chaos more than a few managed to make it out alive and scatter across Shikk. Origan was not one of them.
Alone, Cushaw had to now assess her situation. As long as she remained within the Empire's sphere of influence, she was dead meat. She was doomed, it seemed, to live out the rest of her life under the shadow of the Saiyans as she always had been. But one thing was certain. If Cushaw couldn't win freedom for Kabocha, she'd win it for herself. She'd fight tooth and nail to keep it.
First things first, she had to get off this damn planet.
For the good first chunk of Cushaw's life, there was no reason to believe she might break this long and storied mold. Born to a low-class Kabochan family and maintaining an unremarkable power level throughout her adolescence, she nevertheless was eventually recruited as an auxiliary soldier for the Saiyan Empire. As a career choice, this seemed as natural for most young Kabochans of this era as eating and sleeping. Cushaw had no major long-term plans for the rest of her life. If she was fortunate, and maybe worked hard, she might achieve a promotion higher up in the military hierarchy, and get to enjoy some measure of luxury in her retirement. That was about as far as Cushaw's ambition stretched.
However, unbeknownst to Cushaw, resentment and vengeful fury were pulsing through the underbelly of Kabochan society. There were rumours of a rebel faction, whispered just on the edge of Saiyan hearing. One or two suspected dissenters were arrested and either killed or sentenced to lifelong labour. Hard to tell which was worse. When one of Cushaw's fellow Kabochan fighters approached her with the tentative suggestion that she attend a secret meeting, Cushaw at first tried to ignore it. She didn't rat out the man, but she kept her head down and tried to act as if nothing was happening.
But before long, as the whispers began to build, Cushaw couldn't help listening in, more and more. She didn't like to admit it at first, but the whispered words made sense. They fed something inside her, that long slow wrath that lays sleeping soundly in the heart of every Kabochan, but when kindled, erupts like a great blaze to darken the stars.
"We Kabochans are born with the seed of might within us, and it flourishes all too quickly. If we had to strive to become warriors, maybe we wouldn't be so quick to let others use our strength for their own gains. Our complacency is what makes us weak. Weren't we proud once, too? We were masters of our own destinies. Now, our own kings and queens are little more than puppets wearing borrowed crowns. We're nothing but vassals and breeding stock for the Saiyans. Before the Saiyans, it was the Arcosians, and maybe after the Saiyans it'll be the Arcosians again. And so on, and so forth, if we just carry on letting our planet slip from one hand to another, while we remain content to play soldiers. Unless we say: stop. Unless we take our planet back with our own hands, blood-washed and scarred to the core if need be."
The story of how Cushaw was eventually indoctrinated as a member of the rebel faction, of the clandestine operations she was assigned to perform under the guise of her military duties, of the final outbreak of all-out guerrilla warfare on Kabocha and its eventual, bloody defeat would take several nights to tell in full. Suffice to say, the rebellion ended in deafening defeat, with the Saiyans once again asserting their stranglehold over the planet. Of those who survived, those higher on the hierarchy were incarcerated in Space Prison Knutts. The low-level grunts, like Cushaw, were deemed to pose a low enough threat to be sentenced to lifelong labour in the Coliflo Mines on Planet Shikk.
The mines were a living hell. Cushaw had once pondered it might be better to die than be sent there to eke out a miserable existence in the dirt and the dark, but it was only now that she truly appreciated the weight of the question. It was hatred that helped her survive the pits. Hatred of the wealthy leeches who grew fat on the sweat of her back. Hatred of the other convicts, too weak-willed and subdued to do anything but continue breaking their backs from dawn til dusk. Hatred of the Saiyans, in whose iron grip Kabocha still remained a planet of slaves in all but name. And hatred of her own kind, for it was Kabochans who had spat on the corpses of her comrades and called them traitors.
Alone, Cushaw might have snapped one day, attempted some hair-brained escape, and been gunned down by the android guards. But fortunately, this was not to be the end of her story. Another prisoner, a quick-witted Brenchian by the name of Origan, eventually organized a daring plan, communicating it in secret to a sizeable number of prisoners over a span of several months. Cushaw and the others watched and waited, biding their time, until eventually the night to execute the plan came. No one prisoner knew the full extent of Origan's scheme. As far Cushaw was concerned, there was fighting, and several prisoners perished, but in the chaos more than a few managed to make it out alive and scatter across Shikk. Origan was not one of them.
Alone, Cushaw had to now assess her situation. As long as she remained within the Empire's sphere of influence, she was dead meat. She was doomed, it seemed, to live out the rest of her life under the shadow of the Saiyans as she always had been. But one thing was certain. If Cushaw couldn't win freedom for Kabocha, she'd win it for herself. She'd fight tooth and nail to keep it.
First things first, she had to get off this damn planet.
Starting Planet: Shikk
Techniques:
Offensive
Support
Utility
Flight: Flight by ki control.
Special
Transformations
Unique
[N1] Gourd Cannon: Cushaw's signature ki beam attack, shaded orange. Charges at 33% per turn.
[N1] Pulp Fist: Cushaw's style of melee combat focuses on training the body to exchange blows with the opponent. Cushaw leaves an area exposed on her body for an opponent to attack, in order to take advantage of the opening and hammer away at weak spots on the opponent's body with Ki-infused strikes until they give in. This can be used as a singular attack, or as a series of high speed strikes. (The latter is for the sake of RP flavor. Mechanically, damage only comes from the final strike.)
[N1] Pulp Fist: Cushaw's style of melee combat focuses on training the body to exchange blows with the opponent. Cushaw leaves an area exposed on her body for an opponent to attack, in order to take advantage of the opening and hammer away at weak spots on the opponent's body with Ki-infused strikes until they give in. This can be used as a singular attack, or as a series of high speed strikes. (The latter is for the sake of RP flavor. Mechanically, damage only comes from the final strike.)
Support
Utility
Flight: Flight by ki control.
Special
Transformations
Kabochan Fury [x4]: When enraged, the Kabochan enters a state of intense potency and their power immediately quadruples. [No req]
Unique
Get Serious: Kabochans are not known to take fighting as seriously as others, due to the ease with which it coes to them. However, the moment they begin to get serious, they become deadly. For two KP attacks per fight, they gain a +x2 to their attack's PL.
Items: 500 Zenni
One-Use Pod