Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2020 14:27:00 GMT -8
Name:
Dr. Tangerine (goes by "Tanga")
Species:
Tuffle-Android Hybrid (Cyborg)
Age:
Approx. 300 years (appears 30)
Gender:
Female
Skills & Statistics
Fighting: 10
Energy Control: 10
Reflexes: 0
Resilience: 10
Accuracy: 1d100 + (10) / 1d100 + (10)
Defense: 50 + (-15)
HP: 50 + 10
KI: 100
DR: +3
Class:
Techie
Racial Trait:
Tuffle Ingenuity
Traits:
n/a
Class Traits:
n/a
Inventory:
- Katchin Armor (Equipped)
- Steel Sword (Equipped)
- Buckler (Equipped)
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Total Slots: 3/4
Class Features:
Armory
Mastercraft
Techniques & Technique Slots:
1.) Aura Guard (Rank 1)
2.)
3.)
4.)
5.)
Total Slots: 4/5
Appearance:
She has long, fiery-red hair reaching down to her waist, often twisted into a single French braid. Her eyes are a sharp golden color, she has a small blip of a button nose, and thin mouth always set in a disapproving frown. Her face is angular, ending in a sharp point near her chin. Tanga also bears a pale skin tone complexion.
Years of unrestricted experimentation has warped the once small, slender beauty. She is a mountain of a woman with a thick musculature: broad shoulders, a wide chest area, chiseled abs, and strong thunder thighs giving her a powerful base. Despite her muscled appearance, she still boasts a womanly curvature, demonstrated in her large, shapely bust and curved hips. Her body is adorned in red markings that glow as she accesses her different abilities.
She has long since ditched the white lab coat for a specially tailored set of strong micro-fiber armor. It is maroon colored and gilded in gold, the breastplate adorned with a gem shaped like a shield that is apart of her internal interface. She bears matching maroon pants along with gilded gauntlets and a single pauldron on her right shoulder. Around her hips she wears a black waist-length cape modified from an enemy Saiyan she killed—spoils of war.
Personality:
Tanga is a strange hybrid of scientific genius and physical prowess.
She sees herself as a proud warrior of the Tuffle race, and possessed of great strength and courage, is a fearless leader in their never-ending struggle with the Saiyan race. Sacrificing a great portion of her humanity, she has become the perfect splice of scientific evolution, giving her a sense of hubris that there is very little that can stop her.
It is her aim to hit perfection so despite the great many strides to reach her physical peak, she has never neglected her intellect. She is very intelligent and a visionary, looking forward to a future where the Tuffles can arise as the superior beings over every other race. She desires a future civilization built by Tuffles, for Tuffles, as they lead the charge in 'perfecting' their mortality and deepening their understanding of the universe.
Tanga wishes to rule by great might and forbearance. She likes to be in control, believing that if one of her intellect isn't in charge, everything will fail. She does not underestimate their enemy, knowing how tenacious and stubborn Saiyans can be. If they are to conquer their foe for good, it requires a strong sense of leadership and direction. Due to this, Tanga can be rather domineering among her peers and subordinates, making her rather difficult to get along with. She is often quick to dismiss the ideas of others while praising her own accomplishments.
History:
Dr. Tangerine was once a geneticist employed by the Tuffle Science Executive. Along with a slew of other bright minds, they belonged to a division that experimented on those Saiyans that were captured.
Tanga did not hold the same xenophobic views of her brethren. She did not want to eradicate the Saiyans from existence. Instead Tanga sought to discover the source of their undeniable strength and resilience, believing the key to such power lay dormant in their genes. Tanga was responsible for quite a number of ingenious technologies and experiments conducted upon these enslaved Saiyans.
The fact that they were experimenting on these Saiyans did not bother her. Tanga justified her actions based on her pursuit for the ultimate knowledge of the universe and its deepest workings. If they could delve deep within the Saiyans' genetic code and unlock the secret to their power, the Tuffles could use that information not only to strengthen their own race, but it would provide a platform into various other areas of study as she sought to push the very boundaries none had dared to cross before. Hidden in secret bunkers through the Southern continent on Planet Earth, there was little to fear and nothing but time and resources for their genetic engineering.
All of that changed when the first major breakout happened. Tanga heard rumors of some of the capture Saiyans escaping the bunker and wreaking all sorts of havoc. News traveled fast, and the once broken subjects they held in bondage seemed renewed in their vigor. Rebellions became more common place, and sensing a revolt, Tanga sought to assert control by conducting even more experiments to further subjugate the slaves.
There was a massive revolt in her bunker. She awoke one evening to the sound of uprising only to discover her personal quarters had been broken into. It wasn't fear in her eyes as she noticed the two angry, burly Saiyans who'd gotten into her room. Only a grim acceptance and disappointment that she had not accomplished what she set out to discover.
They left her a broken, bleeding mess in a heap upon the bunker's floor. While many other scientists perished, somehow she clung to life despite lying bleeding on the floor for two days until reinforcements could arrive. By that time, many of the subjects had escaped their bondage and the facility was destroyed beyond repair. The survivors were sent to other bunkers, and Tanga spent quite a bit of time recovering from her injuries in medical bay. While she recovered, she had nothing but time to think.
Some of her peers became worried as she voiced her ideals. She had been broken by those two Saiyans, as easily as if she had been a mere twig. As brilliant a mind as she was, with all of their prized technology, droids, and security measures, she had been helpless before their might. Tanga sought to go further than she ever had before and instead conduct experiments upon her own body.
She never wanted to feel out of control again. She would have nothing to fear if she made herself stronger than those who sought to hurt her. Once she was medically cleared and reported for duty, in addition to her usual work, Tanga spent many sleepless nights conducting her own dangerous experiments. She toiled day and night, almost obsessively as she tried to determine how to make herself stronger and push herself to the very peak of perfection. Genetic modification along with a slew of painful artificial enhancements made her almost unrecognizable.
Once the higher ups learned of her secret tampering, she thought she would be relinquished of her duties. Instead they were impressed by her initiative, and granted their full support in her bid to turn herself into a powerful hybrid super soldier. She was transferred to ISLET, and deployed as a bio-weapon against rogue pockets of Saiyan escapees. Now possessed of greater strength, Tanga plowed through enemy ranks, decimating the survivors and recapturing many whom were lost. It would seem her experimentation was a success.
There was a downside. What remained of her natural body often could not handle all the strain of the experimentation. She had pushed herself too hard, and as a result, what remained biological was beginning to falter. This required a special treatment in order to maintain her Tuffle half's biological viability, yet this special serum required time to make—two to three decades in fact.
This required undergoing safe cryostasis hibernation every twenty years or so, only awakening when her support team successfully created a new batch to sustain her viability. She has recently been awakened from cryostasis, and news of the alarming increase of bunker outbreaks has forced Tanga to once again assume her role as a leader and soldier. She will lead the fearless charge against these newly escaped 'Pickled Saiyans', discover their hideouts, and re-capture them again.
She will continue her pursuit of genetic perfection through modification, seeking a peaceful harmony between bio-tissue and machine, as well as find a more permanent solution to her body's own decreasing viability in order to further extend her life far beyond the normal means of Tuffles.
RP Sample:
Her bare feet slapped the cold metal floor as she ran along the constructed track. Twenty years in cryostasis had a way of stiffening up the muscles, so the moment Cherry, Pit, and the others had awoken her, the Brigadier-General had insisted on a thirty mile run in their state-of-the-art training facility. She ran freely, her nude torso cutting through the air and decimating any wind resistance.
Her arms pumped rapidly at her sides, her legs a veritable blur as she ran at inhuman speeds, nearing the end of her 98th lap around the facility. She felt every muscle coil and release, propelling her forward. Tanga envisioned herself as a mighty tank plowing through the enemies vanguard, a perfect blend of man and machine that could not be equaled.
She ran for the pure thrill, but she also ran for practical reasons. They administered the enhancement serum that helped her flesh and machine parts work in synthetic harmony, so getting the heart pumping aided in that process. Tanga also ran to clear her mind of the clutter fest it had become when she had awoken from sleep, only to find herself bombarded with the terrible news.
So much had changed. Many more bunkers were now destroyed and defunct due to breakouts. Or to be more accurate, break-ins. Some of the escaped Saiyans were rescuing their brethren, and both the TSE and ISLET were stretched to their limits providing resources and manpower to curb these guerilla assaults yet it still wasn't enough to stop it from happening. The Tuffle Underground was losing its considerable influence. Someone needed to step up and take the reigns. Someone fearless, strong, and intelligent.
She was more than happy to do so. As she crossed the beginning line for her 100th lap, Tanga lessened her feline stride until she drew to a complete stop. She sucked deep lungfuls of clean, filtered air. Despite her heart pounding and her limbs aching from exertion, not a single bead of sweat broke out on her brow or along her body—a sign that her physical condition had not deteriorated much. But she felt weaker, somehow, as if most of her strength had been sapped during her icy slumber.
It didn't matter. Soon she would regain her strength, and those Saiyans would return to the cages they belonged in. Tanga admired their tenacity, but it would serve them little in the end. The rise of the Tuffles could not be quelled, and she would not stop until every Saiyan had been harvested for every ounce of prime genetic material that would benefit her in achieving her goals.
Brigadier-General Tangerine could not trust anyone but herself for this task. Maybe this wasn't something the TSE could handle. Maybe once again, much like she had many, many years ago, it was time for Tanga to take matters into her own hands.
Referred by:
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