Post by Mirage Sanakonaka on Nov 5, 2008 0:15:24 GMT -5
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Name:[/u] Sinnamyn Styx
Race: [/u]Saiyan
Alias: [/u] “Sin” or “Myn” she goes by both
Base PL: [/u]62,810
Physical Description: [/u]Standing at a whopping 5 feet 11 inches, Sinnamyn is considered a very tall young woman who’s got a lot of leg. She is thin but lean, having some muscle tone on her well shaped feminine body. Some might say that Sinnamyn has quite the shape, a thin waist, very nice dancing like hips that sway when she walks. Her legs, yes they are long, and she isn’t afraid to let other see them by wearing short skirts or short pants. She had a large bust size and despite her appearance she is a bit younger then she actually is. Her beautiful face says she’s 21 but is often mistaken for being older because of her sophistication. She has beautiful tropical ocean blue eyes that sparkle when you look at them, though sometimes their hard to focus on over her not so saiyan black hair. Her hair looks like a much lighter color then most saiyans, it almost tints a saturated blue color in the light even though it is black, and is insanely long, reaching nearly the backs of her knees in length. It might be long and straight along the bottom but her hair around her face and bangs tend to spike outwards because of how she layer cut it. It’s thick but light at the same time, and every facet shimmers with brilliance and s almost lit from within. It catches pretty much any form of light so it always looks clean and shiny, which is a rather healthy look. Her skin is not pale but not tanned either, it is more of a medium color that glows in healthy radiance.
One of Sinnamyn’s favorite outfits to wear is a skin tight female saiyan leotard like top but is modified to be open more in the chest area to allow the underside of her bosom to be see while the remainder of the leotard covered the more important areas of her chest, and it fits her light a glove, showing off all her curves. This leotard’s majority colors very with her mood, and with the color of her over armor. Her over armor is high necked like a halter top having a thicker more tough fabric under the armor part which was usually black and she nearly always wore it under her armor were it was visibly seen. Over top that she wears armor that ranges in different colors depending on what color she feels like wearing. Someone would say it hardly looks like it is much protection and in truth it’s very true. She only uses it to complete her look, covering along her collarbone and along her shoulders and down her arms over the under black fabric that goes down her arms and becomes fingerless gloves.
She often wears a pleated skirt that rides low on her hips a style that many of the younger saiyan females preferred giving them maneuverability in combat but as well in day to day life. This skirt is nearly always the same color as her leotard but has been seen to wear it in black when she wants to fully match to her black over fabric. She has a furry saiyan’s tail coming out from under her skirt. Like Mirage she also doesn’t wear her tail around her waist because it would lift the back of her skirt and she didn’t need the whole world looking at her rear. Sinnamyn also wares knee high black boots that fight tightly to her calves and are buckled on along the side instead of being tied or they could get caught on something. He boots have a slight heal but nothing to much only a half inch which hardly adds to her height.
Sinnamyn has been occasionally known to go about without her armor or her over black armor wearing a standard tight fitting Leotard and a pleated skirt, like a lot of the saiyan women are. Normally she always wears her not so black hair down, but on occasion is seen having it pulled back in a low ridding pony tail or has a bandana ties around her forehead and into the back of her hair. She has naturally light rosy cheeks, that deepen in shade when she blushes though that hardly ever happens. Her plump lush lips are a light pink in color, which almost looks like she might be wearing a shimmer pink lip gloss but it’s completely all natural. She has healthy long nails that she keeps manicured and panted in a color to match whichever color she’s wearing on her outfit or goes completely basic natural.
Personality: [/u]Sin is your average hard working, over the top saiyan woman. She is well known for speaking up, speaking out, and when she does they listen. She knows how to give a good encouraging speech, mostly to her team of fellow saiyans. For every action there is a reaction, and speaking out and speaking up often times gets her in trouble, and sometimes a good smack. She feels aggravated that as a low class saiyan, she is treated badly by her own people and all because she is low class. She doesn’t like to be stepped on but often just takes the crap she’s given because she has to. She is arrogant and sometimes selfish, and the word share isn’t in her vocabulary. She is pro-same race marriage and breeding, not a fan of the idea of half breeds regardless of the situation.
Sin does have a kinder, more gentle side but no one could honestly say they’ve seen it. She isn’t much of a romantic, her ideal date would be considered a fight and then a pre-packaged meal that most likely would taste like dirt. She’s never really been given a chance to show much else to anyone. She takes orders, and doesn’t usually complain about them until she’s completely alone. She’s sarcastic and witty, and her jokes are sometimes on the mean side. She’s a spitfire when it comes to men talking down to her, having a passion about being just as good as the boys, and is not afraid to play dirty. She has a hard time not reacting or saying something if she’s being picked on because she’s a girl. She’s been known to have a temper and a medium to short fuse.
Sin is the sort of girl who’s never been given a chance to show many sides of her personality. Locked up inside is a very sad and lonely little girl, and her confidence and wit is her mask to hide behind. She didn’t have the most stable relationship with her father, and she has a lot of things she holds deep inside her that she’d like to say to him, but in a way forgotten. She claims she’s got no problems with him or others but refuses to openly admit it. She tries not to talk about her mother, the issue hits a sore spot with her, and if pressed can make her very angry very quick. She’s stubborn as hell, pig headed, occasionally disobedient, like a teen going through a rainbow of emotions but channeling them into only a select few.
Fighting Styles: [/u]Jujutsu, Ki, Kick Boxing, basic hand to hand
History: [/u]Sinnamyn could have been a lucky saiyan girl born into privilege and honor like the saiyan daughters of the high class, but there was no such luck for this little saiyan who came into a world of spite and anger. She was born on the battle field, the battle field of saiyans against the tuffles. Her mother Clova, a strong warrior woman who never took no for an answer, went into labor right there on the field only hours before the full moon. Her so called husband, Orenage, was near by keeping the area clear while his team aided his woman give birth to his child. Orenage had been cursed with terrible luck, his first 2 children ended in miscarriage. Clova had always pushed herself to hard while pregnant in the past but their team doctor assured him, his son would be born healthy this time. Orenage had insured it by forcing Clova to do less, which caused serious issues between them. The sound of his infant crying brought a smile to his face, he had something to fight harder for, to impress his son at this time of his birth.
When he had a moment he rushed back to Clova who was holding her naked wet child against her filthy armor, Orenage kneeled at her side and smirked, “a fine job Clova” he said to her. “you’ve given me the son I have desired. Now retreat back and get him in a face place, the moon will be up soon and we will take this planet in the name of the Saiyans” he said to her. “Orenage!” she gasped as the team yanked her to her feet whether she wanted to stand or not. “What?” he asked her. “If it’s about his name we will decide it later” he said. “It’s not that Orenage… it’s… it’s not exactly…” he growled at her, “I’ve no time for this woman, take my son back and insure he is safe, then return to me before the moon is full” he demanded of her. “Alright” she said to him.
Clova was taken back to where the small cluster of ships had been moved underground, to protect them from the rampage they planned to unleash on the planet that night. Clova secured her infant inside before weak from giving birth returned to her husband on the field. That night the infant listened to the groan of the soil above the ships, the high screech of raging Oorazu’s destroying everything and everyone. Alone until morning after the planet had been diminished to waste, Clova had to be carried back by Orenage’s small team of men. He hardly recalled the night before, but was thankful to have slept off most of it. He was in a hurry to return his woman to his infant who had now been without food for an entire night and most of a morning. He could hear his child wailing loudly, their empty stomach had caused his child severe discomfort. “I’m coming boy, I’ve brought you food” he muttered lifting the infant chamber hatch to look down at his child.
Confusion, surprise and anger all washed over his face at once, his eyes gazing down at his infant son to see he was not a son at all, but a daughter instead. He turned and pointed down at his little girl glaring at Clova and the saiyan who had informed him that his child would be a boy. “What is this!” he demanded of him. “A girl!? For months you assured me that my child was a boy and here I’ve got a girl?! You have failed me for the last time Cottaa’” he said lifting his hand and in a split second charged a ki blast that slammed into the face of the saiyan holding up his woman, killing him instantly. Clova was dropped as his body fell and she collapsed over top of him. “Orenage…” she gasped weakly feeling his harsh unhappy eyes looking down at her, “Clova you failed to carry to term our first two sons… and this is how you repay me for everything I’ve ever given you?! A daughter!? You’re lucky I like you Clova, you’re lucky she needs to eat but she’s your damn problem now not mine” He growled turning away from them needing time to cool down. Clova managed to get to her feet, looking down at her daughter who was sobbing, her stomach pains felt horrible. “There there” Clova muttered pulling her child close to feed her.
Clova was disappointed in herself, not giving Orenage the son he had so badly wanted, but this child, this little girl was of his flesh and blood, if he liked it or not. “What will I call you…” Clova muttered watching her child finally get a meal, “…my mother’s name was Sinna… Sinna… Sinnamyn… yes that’s lovely” She said to her baby stroking back her black hair. She carried Sinnamyn up and out to the above ground. The planet had been demolished over the course of a single night, all the saiyans transformed at the same time left the planet barren and wasteland looking. The wind blew by Clova as she held her naked child against her, seeing other saiyans far off in the distance. Their war was pretty much over, the planet was theirs, though it wasn’t much to look at anymore. “This is your future…” she said to her daughter. “it’s not much but our leader Vegeta says it will be an amazing empire.”
Sinnamyn was growing up in a household were yelling and violence was common. Her parents were a weaker group of saiyans, and traveled often with their team, and Sinnamyn was brought along. It wasn’t anything knew to see her father talk down to her mother, even hit her when she would fail on a mission, just something she had grown accustom to seeing and hearing. Their arguments sometimes go so heated, Clova would end up bleeding in the end, Sinnamyn usually always around to see it for herself. The beginning years of her life Oreange refused to even hold Sinnamyn, when she crying, he let her just cry and ignored her need to be held. When she hurt herself he’d tell her to get up, and suck it up. This caused all sorts of issues with Clova that just made Sinnamyn’s parents relationship even more complicated. Sinnamyn was used to Orenage looking down at her, always getting the feeling that he saw her as a disappointment. Orenage was trying again and again with Clova to have another child, the son he originally wanted, but there had been no luck.
When Sinnamyn was a bit older, about 7 or 8 she had gotten used to off planet missions being her life, but the aggression between her parents had excelled to the point Clova was fighting back when Orenage would strike her. Sinnamyn was woken by the sound of their arguing, moving around the side of the space pods and looked over at Orenage stroke Clove across the face and send her to the ground. Sinnamyn was quiet as he stood over her, “You dishonor me… you disobey me on missions and now your with child and your telling me it’s not mine!?” he growled so angry that Clova would do that to him. He put his hand down as she gasped, his ki blasting her into the next dimension. He turned looking over at his team sleeping in their space pods. He charged another ball of ki and fired it, singling out one in particular and blew it to hell with his team member inside. “That is for touching my woman you bastard!” he growled, his sound alerting his other team members from their sleep.
He looked over to his space pod and saw his daughter peeking out at him, her mother’s corpse as his feet. “Come out of there” he demanded of her, her legs shaking slightly as she walked towards him glancing down at Clova, “Don’t look at her child look at me” he barked at her. She lifted her eyes to him as she stopped in front of him. “You will obey me from this point in child is that clear?” he asked her, “…yes sir…” she replied as he had never let her call him father to his face, it was always sir. “Look at her” he demanded as she hesitated, “I said look at her!” He demanded as she slowly looked down at Clova’s scorched lifeless body. “Get a good look daughter. This is what happens when you disobey, when you dishonor a man, this is your fate if you don’t learn” He said harshly to her. She looked back up at him as he crossed his arms over his chest curling his tail around his waist, “return to your pod and sleep, your pulling double training tomorrow” he said sternly. “….Yes sir” she said backing away having learned to not turn her back to him.
The first year without Clova was hard, and Orenage was not punished because of Clova’s crimes were punishable with her death. Sinnamyn didn’t have a mother to slip her dinner when Orenage was punishing Sinnamyn for something, no one to encourage her, there was only fear and sadness. Orenage pushed her harder, sometimes standing back to let her complete a mission on her own, even if it nearly got her killed. He didn’t praise her for doing well, but scolded when he thought she could have done better. Sometimes she’d go hungry for days, and had occasionally gotten a good back hand to the face when she had spoken out of place, out of turn or when she said something she shouldn’t have. Orenage wanted her to be worthy of his name, of his pride, his only child a daughter, not a son but as good as a son.
She grew into a young woman, hard as nails, sharp like a knife. She learned her father’s cold nature from watching him, becoming his best on his team next to him, and he was always expecting better of her regardless of the job she had done. As a teenager Orenage kept the boys down off of his child, intimidating his team members to keep their hands off of her. “Daughter” he called for her as she came up behind him and stood behind him, “Yes Sir” she replied respectfully and firmly to him. “This mission is complete, we are going home now” he said turning to face her. “You’ve done an average job this mission I expect a more exceptional job next time” He said as she bowed slightly putting her arm against her chest, “Of course sir” he said as he nodded, “that’s all… don’t just stand around get ready to return to Vegeta” he barked at her.
Upon arrival Sinnamyn was no longer bothered by the fact her father didn’t even remember her birthdays, or even how old she was anymore. They were low class, and their quarters on Vegeta were so small she shared a bedroom with her Father, though she slept on a sofa while he slept in bed. She was woken by a strange feeling of power, it felt intense. She moved over to the window glancing out noticing this sky was brighter then normal. There as a loud sound as the wave from Frieza’s destructive Ki rushed towards the building. It was like a Nuke just went off, her body tensed and there was a bright flash in her eyes, and then there was nothing. Her death had come so quickly it didn’t even feel like death at all. She suddenly found herself standing by the window, staring out at the darkness of night, the feeling of confusion consuming her. What had just happened? Everything soon came to an understanding, their planet listened to hear that they had been dead for well over 20 years, and had strangely been brought back from the afterlife.
Over the 2 years of her life been restored, brought the same sort life she knew before only now she was getting it from everyone. She found she was restricted even in areas of the planet, places she couldn’t go because she was low class. Medical care was no based on if you were high enough class to be treated first. She was forced to stay in the areas of low class, and now missions seemed to be slowed to a halt. Frieza was somehow no more, and it agitated her Father that King Vegeta had restricted access to area’s of the planet, even resources, so food was slim pickings and usually pretty disgusting. Sinnamyn was sick of eating what tasted like it had been eaten, thrown up and then canned like that. Her sofa had been sold to afford to stock up on supplies and Orenage had her sleeping on the floor. Life was seemingly going downhill for this low class saiyan woman who had been pushed around and emotionally stepped on since childhood, the future didn’t seem very bright.
Techniques: [/u]
Brave Cannon: [/u]Bring both hands to 6 inches from your right shoulder. Fingers out as you charge your ki into a ball above and behind you. Throw your hands forward at desired power to send it at an opponent.
Grand Smasher: [/u]hold your arm extened in front of you with your fingers spread and curled at the middle knuckle. Charge up a ki ball then lift the blast above your head before throwing it at the opponent; ball grows as it flies forward.
Scatter Shot: [/u]Throwing several energy shots towards an enemy with a machine gun attack
Sugar and Spice:[/u] Sinnamyn raising her right hand into the sky with an open palm she charges vicious amounts of energy causing energy to almost appear like a ball of electricity in her hand twisting around in a fancy dance like maneuver she turns her hand down around her waist pushing the energy ball out its crackling energy shoots in many different directions making it a very dangerous move.
Finisher: [/u]
Sinn City: [/u]Raising her hand she summons KI from herself and the surrounding area when doing this blood red beams of energy blast upwards from the ground each the size of a large tall tower destroying everything in their path. To do this she must be on the ground and it can effect a distant area or surround her. Most effective on people who are on the ground.
Boosts: [/u]
They are able to sense power level just by focusing on the person.
They heal faster than normal races.
Oozaru: [/u]A Saiyan's tail also grants them special transformations. Though a painful weak-spot for Saiyans untrained to handle the pain associated with tension on it, the tail allows a saiyan to transform into an Oozaru (giant ape) at the sight of a full moon. The saiyan grows incredibly in size and tenfold in power while drastically changing in appearance. If the tail is removed, this ability is lost. (Uncontrollable PLx10)
Super Saiyan: [/u]The legendary warrior of the saiyan race, this advanced state of saiyan warrior has drastically augmented speed, strength and energy by transforming their body, thus becoming a Super Saiyan. This ability is rare and normally difficult to achieve. Highly evolved Saiyans can train their bodies to reach several levels of Super Saiyan, each level's power greatly enhanced from the last.[/s] (Admins must approve of gaining transformations and must reach power levels)
Items: [/u]
Composite Armor: [/u]a light eight easy to move in armor which only covers important areas (most commonly known as Saiyan armor)
Scouter: [/u]an eye piece that is worn over an eye to correctly dermin a power level and information of an individual scanned
18,500 Zenny
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Ship Name: Legion
Ship Classification: Earth Experimental Cruiser
Ship Type: Cruiser Ship
Ship History: Sin and Radditz Purchased this ship on Earth from Capsul corp, failed experimntal cruiser made for space exploration but no country wished to fork out the money for this ship so it sits in Capsul corps garage gathering dust
Ship Appearance:
This ship is built for 20 people and has living quarters, 6 bathrooms, 3 kitchens, a slightly larger room than the Large for relaxation, a Game room, and Library.
Ship Systems:
Training Room: a room that has the ability to control the gravity for training purposes
Rejuvenation Tank- This tank is a upgrade to the ships. It is made of indestructible metal that curves just enough to show the person sitting in it form mid abs up. Then there is a simple indestructible see through crystallized cover that comes down. Then the inside feels with gallons of green healing liquid. This liquid helps the body heal rapidly. While the person is in the tank they are hooked up to monitoring wires and scanners to make sure they dont die.
Hyper Drive: it allows the ship to Hyper Jump to locations that are logged in the computer’s systems.
Advanced Scanners: Allows you to see cloaked ships. This includes infra red scanners and ground-imprint scanners, and sound location scanners which will detect tracks and heat traces from any thing hidden.
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Yahoo: [/u]Cute_Anthro_Kitsune
Email: [/u]Curlupandie666@aim.com
Referred by: [/u] myself
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Name:[/u] Sinnamyn Styx
Race: [/u]Saiyan
Alias: [/u] “Sin” or “Myn” she goes by both
Base PL: [/u]62,810
Physical Description: [/u]Standing at a whopping 5 feet 11 inches, Sinnamyn is considered a very tall young woman who’s got a lot of leg. She is thin but lean, having some muscle tone on her well shaped feminine body. Some might say that Sinnamyn has quite the shape, a thin waist, very nice dancing like hips that sway when she walks. Her legs, yes they are long, and she isn’t afraid to let other see them by wearing short skirts or short pants. She had a large bust size and despite her appearance she is a bit younger then she actually is. Her beautiful face says she’s 21 but is often mistaken for being older because of her sophistication. She has beautiful tropical ocean blue eyes that sparkle when you look at them, though sometimes their hard to focus on over her not so saiyan black hair. Her hair looks like a much lighter color then most saiyans, it almost tints a saturated blue color in the light even though it is black, and is insanely long, reaching nearly the backs of her knees in length. It might be long and straight along the bottom but her hair around her face and bangs tend to spike outwards because of how she layer cut it. It’s thick but light at the same time, and every facet shimmers with brilliance and s almost lit from within. It catches pretty much any form of light so it always looks clean and shiny, which is a rather healthy look. Her skin is not pale but not tanned either, it is more of a medium color that glows in healthy radiance.
One of Sinnamyn’s favorite outfits to wear is a skin tight female saiyan leotard like top but is modified to be open more in the chest area to allow the underside of her bosom to be see while the remainder of the leotard covered the more important areas of her chest, and it fits her light a glove, showing off all her curves. This leotard’s majority colors very with her mood, and with the color of her over armor. Her over armor is high necked like a halter top having a thicker more tough fabric under the armor part which was usually black and she nearly always wore it under her armor were it was visibly seen. Over top that she wears armor that ranges in different colors depending on what color she feels like wearing. Someone would say it hardly looks like it is much protection and in truth it’s very true. She only uses it to complete her look, covering along her collarbone and along her shoulders and down her arms over the under black fabric that goes down her arms and becomes fingerless gloves.
She often wears a pleated skirt that rides low on her hips a style that many of the younger saiyan females preferred giving them maneuverability in combat but as well in day to day life. This skirt is nearly always the same color as her leotard but has been seen to wear it in black when she wants to fully match to her black over fabric. She has a furry saiyan’s tail coming out from under her skirt. Like Mirage she also doesn’t wear her tail around her waist because it would lift the back of her skirt and she didn’t need the whole world looking at her rear. Sinnamyn also wares knee high black boots that fight tightly to her calves and are buckled on along the side instead of being tied or they could get caught on something. He boots have a slight heal but nothing to much only a half inch which hardly adds to her height.
Sinnamyn has been occasionally known to go about without her armor or her over black armor wearing a standard tight fitting Leotard and a pleated skirt, like a lot of the saiyan women are. Normally she always wears her not so black hair down, but on occasion is seen having it pulled back in a low ridding pony tail or has a bandana ties around her forehead and into the back of her hair. She has naturally light rosy cheeks, that deepen in shade when she blushes though that hardly ever happens. Her plump lush lips are a light pink in color, which almost looks like she might be wearing a shimmer pink lip gloss but it’s completely all natural. She has healthy long nails that she keeps manicured and panted in a color to match whichever color she’s wearing on her outfit or goes completely basic natural.
Personality: [/u]Sin is your average hard working, over the top saiyan woman. She is well known for speaking up, speaking out, and when she does they listen. She knows how to give a good encouraging speech, mostly to her team of fellow saiyans. For every action there is a reaction, and speaking out and speaking up often times gets her in trouble, and sometimes a good smack. She feels aggravated that as a low class saiyan, she is treated badly by her own people and all because she is low class. She doesn’t like to be stepped on but often just takes the crap she’s given because she has to. She is arrogant and sometimes selfish, and the word share isn’t in her vocabulary. She is pro-same race marriage and breeding, not a fan of the idea of half breeds regardless of the situation.
Sin does have a kinder, more gentle side but no one could honestly say they’ve seen it. She isn’t much of a romantic, her ideal date would be considered a fight and then a pre-packaged meal that most likely would taste like dirt. She’s never really been given a chance to show much else to anyone. She takes orders, and doesn’t usually complain about them until she’s completely alone. She’s sarcastic and witty, and her jokes are sometimes on the mean side. She’s a spitfire when it comes to men talking down to her, having a passion about being just as good as the boys, and is not afraid to play dirty. She has a hard time not reacting or saying something if she’s being picked on because she’s a girl. She’s been known to have a temper and a medium to short fuse.
Sin is the sort of girl who’s never been given a chance to show many sides of her personality. Locked up inside is a very sad and lonely little girl, and her confidence and wit is her mask to hide behind. She didn’t have the most stable relationship with her father, and she has a lot of things she holds deep inside her that she’d like to say to him, but in a way forgotten. She claims she’s got no problems with him or others but refuses to openly admit it. She tries not to talk about her mother, the issue hits a sore spot with her, and if pressed can make her very angry very quick. She’s stubborn as hell, pig headed, occasionally disobedient, like a teen going through a rainbow of emotions but channeling them into only a select few.
Fighting Styles: [/u]Jujutsu, Ki, Kick Boxing, basic hand to hand
History: [/u]Sinnamyn could have been a lucky saiyan girl born into privilege and honor like the saiyan daughters of the high class, but there was no such luck for this little saiyan who came into a world of spite and anger. She was born on the battle field, the battle field of saiyans against the tuffles. Her mother Clova, a strong warrior woman who never took no for an answer, went into labor right there on the field only hours before the full moon. Her so called husband, Orenage, was near by keeping the area clear while his team aided his woman give birth to his child. Orenage had been cursed with terrible luck, his first 2 children ended in miscarriage. Clova had always pushed herself to hard while pregnant in the past but their team doctor assured him, his son would be born healthy this time. Orenage had insured it by forcing Clova to do less, which caused serious issues between them. The sound of his infant crying brought a smile to his face, he had something to fight harder for, to impress his son at this time of his birth.
When he had a moment he rushed back to Clova who was holding her naked wet child against her filthy armor, Orenage kneeled at her side and smirked, “a fine job Clova” he said to her. “you’ve given me the son I have desired. Now retreat back and get him in a face place, the moon will be up soon and we will take this planet in the name of the Saiyans” he said to her. “Orenage!” she gasped as the team yanked her to her feet whether she wanted to stand or not. “What?” he asked her. “If it’s about his name we will decide it later” he said. “It’s not that Orenage… it’s… it’s not exactly…” he growled at her, “I’ve no time for this woman, take my son back and insure he is safe, then return to me before the moon is full” he demanded of her. “Alright” she said to him.
Clova was taken back to where the small cluster of ships had been moved underground, to protect them from the rampage they planned to unleash on the planet that night. Clova secured her infant inside before weak from giving birth returned to her husband on the field. That night the infant listened to the groan of the soil above the ships, the high screech of raging Oorazu’s destroying everything and everyone. Alone until morning after the planet had been diminished to waste, Clova had to be carried back by Orenage’s small team of men. He hardly recalled the night before, but was thankful to have slept off most of it. He was in a hurry to return his woman to his infant who had now been without food for an entire night and most of a morning. He could hear his child wailing loudly, their empty stomach had caused his child severe discomfort. “I’m coming boy, I’ve brought you food” he muttered lifting the infant chamber hatch to look down at his child.
Confusion, surprise and anger all washed over his face at once, his eyes gazing down at his infant son to see he was not a son at all, but a daughter instead. He turned and pointed down at his little girl glaring at Clova and the saiyan who had informed him that his child would be a boy. “What is this!” he demanded of him. “A girl!? For months you assured me that my child was a boy and here I’ve got a girl?! You have failed me for the last time Cottaa’” he said lifting his hand and in a split second charged a ki blast that slammed into the face of the saiyan holding up his woman, killing him instantly. Clova was dropped as his body fell and she collapsed over top of him. “Orenage…” she gasped weakly feeling his harsh unhappy eyes looking down at her, “Clova you failed to carry to term our first two sons… and this is how you repay me for everything I’ve ever given you?! A daughter!? You’re lucky I like you Clova, you’re lucky she needs to eat but she’s your damn problem now not mine” He growled turning away from them needing time to cool down. Clova managed to get to her feet, looking down at her daughter who was sobbing, her stomach pains felt horrible. “There there” Clova muttered pulling her child close to feed her.
Clova was disappointed in herself, not giving Orenage the son he had so badly wanted, but this child, this little girl was of his flesh and blood, if he liked it or not. “What will I call you…” Clova muttered watching her child finally get a meal, “…my mother’s name was Sinna… Sinna… Sinnamyn… yes that’s lovely” She said to her baby stroking back her black hair. She carried Sinnamyn up and out to the above ground. The planet had been demolished over the course of a single night, all the saiyans transformed at the same time left the planet barren and wasteland looking. The wind blew by Clova as she held her naked child against her, seeing other saiyans far off in the distance. Their war was pretty much over, the planet was theirs, though it wasn’t much to look at anymore. “This is your future…” she said to her daughter. “it’s not much but our leader Vegeta says it will be an amazing empire.”
Sinnamyn was growing up in a household were yelling and violence was common. Her parents were a weaker group of saiyans, and traveled often with their team, and Sinnamyn was brought along. It wasn’t anything knew to see her father talk down to her mother, even hit her when she would fail on a mission, just something she had grown accustom to seeing and hearing. Their arguments sometimes go so heated, Clova would end up bleeding in the end, Sinnamyn usually always around to see it for herself. The beginning years of her life Oreange refused to even hold Sinnamyn, when she crying, he let her just cry and ignored her need to be held. When she hurt herself he’d tell her to get up, and suck it up. This caused all sorts of issues with Clova that just made Sinnamyn’s parents relationship even more complicated. Sinnamyn was used to Orenage looking down at her, always getting the feeling that he saw her as a disappointment. Orenage was trying again and again with Clova to have another child, the son he originally wanted, but there had been no luck.
When Sinnamyn was a bit older, about 7 or 8 she had gotten used to off planet missions being her life, but the aggression between her parents had excelled to the point Clova was fighting back when Orenage would strike her. Sinnamyn was woken by the sound of their arguing, moving around the side of the space pods and looked over at Orenage stroke Clove across the face and send her to the ground. Sinnamyn was quiet as he stood over her, “You dishonor me… you disobey me on missions and now your with child and your telling me it’s not mine!?” he growled so angry that Clova would do that to him. He put his hand down as she gasped, his ki blasting her into the next dimension. He turned looking over at his team sleeping in their space pods. He charged another ball of ki and fired it, singling out one in particular and blew it to hell with his team member inside. “That is for touching my woman you bastard!” he growled, his sound alerting his other team members from their sleep.
He looked over to his space pod and saw his daughter peeking out at him, her mother’s corpse as his feet. “Come out of there” he demanded of her, her legs shaking slightly as she walked towards him glancing down at Clova, “Don’t look at her child look at me” he barked at her. She lifted her eyes to him as she stopped in front of him. “You will obey me from this point in child is that clear?” he asked her, “…yes sir…” she replied as he had never let her call him father to his face, it was always sir. “Look at her” he demanded as she hesitated, “I said look at her!” He demanded as she slowly looked down at Clova’s scorched lifeless body. “Get a good look daughter. This is what happens when you disobey, when you dishonor a man, this is your fate if you don’t learn” He said harshly to her. She looked back up at him as he crossed his arms over his chest curling his tail around his waist, “return to your pod and sleep, your pulling double training tomorrow” he said sternly. “….Yes sir” she said backing away having learned to not turn her back to him.
The first year without Clova was hard, and Orenage was not punished because of Clova’s crimes were punishable with her death. Sinnamyn didn’t have a mother to slip her dinner when Orenage was punishing Sinnamyn for something, no one to encourage her, there was only fear and sadness. Orenage pushed her harder, sometimes standing back to let her complete a mission on her own, even if it nearly got her killed. He didn’t praise her for doing well, but scolded when he thought she could have done better. Sometimes she’d go hungry for days, and had occasionally gotten a good back hand to the face when she had spoken out of place, out of turn or when she said something she shouldn’t have. Orenage wanted her to be worthy of his name, of his pride, his only child a daughter, not a son but as good as a son.
She grew into a young woman, hard as nails, sharp like a knife. She learned her father’s cold nature from watching him, becoming his best on his team next to him, and he was always expecting better of her regardless of the job she had done. As a teenager Orenage kept the boys down off of his child, intimidating his team members to keep their hands off of her. “Daughter” he called for her as she came up behind him and stood behind him, “Yes Sir” she replied respectfully and firmly to him. “This mission is complete, we are going home now” he said turning to face her. “You’ve done an average job this mission I expect a more exceptional job next time” He said as she bowed slightly putting her arm against her chest, “Of course sir” he said as he nodded, “that’s all… don’t just stand around get ready to return to Vegeta” he barked at her.
Upon arrival Sinnamyn was no longer bothered by the fact her father didn’t even remember her birthdays, or even how old she was anymore. They were low class, and their quarters on Vegeta were so small she shared a bedroom with her Father, though she slept on a sofa while he slept in bed. She was woken by a strange feeling of power, it felt intense. She moved over to the window glancing out noticing this sky was brighter then normal. There as a loud sound as the wave from Frieza’s destructive Ki rushed towards the building. It was like a Nuke just went off, her body tensed and there was a bright flash in her eyes, and then there was nothing. Her death had come so quickly it didn’t even feel like death at all. She suddenly found herself standing by the window, staring out at the darkness of night, the feeling of confusion consuming her. What had just happened? Everything soon came to an understanding, their planet listened to hear that they had been dead for well over 20 years, and had strangely been brought back from the afterlife.
Over the 2 years of her life been restored, brought the same sort life she knew before only now she was getting it from everyone. She found she was restricted even in areas of the planet, places she couldn’t go because she was low class. Medical care was no based on if you were high enough class to be treated first. She was forced to stay in the areas of low class, and now missions seemed to be slowed to a halt. Frieza was somehow no more, and it agitated her Father that King Vegeta had restricted access to area’s of the planet, even resources, so food was slim pickings and usually pretty disgusting. Sinnamyn was sick of eating what tasted like it had been eaten, thrown up and then canned like that. Her sofa had been sold to afford to stock up on supplies and Orenage had her sleeping on the floor. Life was seemingly going downhill for this low class saiyan woman who had been pushed around and emotionally stepped on since childhood, the future didn’t seem very bright.
Techniques: [/u]
Brave Cannon: [/u]Bring both hands to 6 inches from your right shoulder. Fingers out as you charge your ki into a ball above and behind you. Throw your hands forward at desired power to send it at an opponent.
Grand Smasher: [/u]hold your arm extened in front of you with your fingers spread and curled at the middle knuckle. Charge up a ki ball then lift the blast above your head before throwing it at the opponent; ball grows as it flies forward.
Scatter Shot: [/u]Throwing several energy shots towards an enemy with a machine gun attack
Sugar and Spice:[/u] Sinnamyn raising her right hand into the sky with an open palm she charges vicious amounts of energy causing energy to almost appear like a ball of electricity in her hand twisting around in a fancy dance like maneuver she turns her hand down around her waist pushing the energy ball out its crackling energy shoots in many different directions making it a very dangerous move.
Finisher: [/u]
Sinn City: [/u]Raising her hand she summons KI from herself and the surrounding area when doing this blood red beams of energy blast upwards from the ground each the size of a large tall tower destroying everything in their path. To do this she must be on the ground and it can effect a distant area or surround her. Most effective on people who are on the ground.
Boosts: [/u]
They are able to sense power level just by focusing on the person.
They heal faster than normal races.
Oozaru: [/u]A Saiyan's tail also grants them special transformations. Though a painful weak-spot for Saiyans untrained to handle the pain associated with tension on it, the tail allows a saiyan to transform into an Oozaru (giant ape) at the sight of a full moon. The saiyan grows incredibly in size and tenfold in power while drastically changing in appearance. If the tail is removed, this ability is lost. (Uncontrollable PLx10)
Items: [/u]
Composite Armor: [/u]a light eight easy to move in armor which only covers important areas (most commonly known as Saiyan armor)
Scouter: [/u]an eye piece that is worn over an eye to correctly dermin a power level and information of an individual scanned
18,500 Zenny
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Ship Name: Legion
Ship Classification: Earth Experimental Cruiser
Ship Type: Cruiser Ship
Ship History: Sin and Radditz Purchased this ship on Earth from Capsul corp, failed experimntal cruiser made for space exploration but no country wished to fork out the money for this ship so it sits in Capsul corps garage gathering dust
Ship Appearance:
This ship is built for 20 people and has living quarters, 6 bathrooms, 3 kitchens, a slightly larger room than the Large for relaxation, a Game room, and Library.
Ship Systems:
Training Room: a room that has the ability to control the gravity for training purposes
Rejuvenation Tank- This tank is a upgrade to the ships. It is made of indestructible metal that curves just enough to show the person sitting in it form mid abs up. Then there is a simple indestructible see through crystallized cover that comes down. Then the inside feels with gallons of green healing liquid. This liquid helps the body heal rapidly. While the person is in the tank they are hooked up to monitoring wires and scanners to make sure they dont die.
Hyper Drive: it allows the ship to Hyper Jump to locations that are logged in the computer’s systems.
Advanced Scanners: Allows you to see cloaked ships. This includes infra red scanners and ground-imprint scanners, and sound location scanners which will detect tracks and heat traces from any thing hidden.
