Post by Mal Asada on Feb 6, 2018 12:35:00 GMT -6
NAME: Malaka Asada.
ALIASES: Mal, Hellfire, Hella.
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 23.
GENDER: Female.
STARTING PLANET: Earth.
APPEARANCE: 5' even with blue eyes and dark blue/hot pink hair hair. There's a small section toward the bottom that's green she typically puts in a braid. Short but deadly, she's trained both mind and body into honed weapons over time. Typically, Mal wears her hair down, or up and out of the way when on a job. She has a scar on the left side of her face that goes through her upper lip. Malaka also has a tattoo of a biohazard symbol on her left shoulder to remind her not to get too close to anyone.
BACKGROUND: Not only was Malaka Asada not born first into the prestigious family of Asada, she was also born, well, a girl. Although she never had a problem with this, her parents always wanted boys for whatever their strange reasons were. As life had a habit of throwing lemons into unexpected places, Mal and her four older sisters grew up well loved and cared for. Her family did get that little boy, Mal’s younger twin brother, and his death sixteen years later rocked the very foundations of the Asadas despite Carne’s lack of any ‘manly’ attributes. He died in the same tragic accident that took their niece, too. While her sisters aimed to please their cantankerous father and quiet but serious mother, Mal and Carne much preferred the beautiful bounty of books.
To the twins, the words read of in books and heard in songs felt so much wider and more interesting than anything going on at home. They wanted so much more than the promised life of pamper and boredom.
Why in the vast universe did anyone need all that money? Or power, prestige, or whatever? So much responsibility. Besides, watching her sisters squabble as they grew older, cringing at the the disagreements over the simplest things due to jealousy and spite - it was enough to drive her away. When Mal left for college, superlitorian of her glass and graduating at an early sixteen, she never looked back. Since her parents blamed her for their precious Carne’s death, it wasn’t like they really wanted her around as a lasting reminder of the one and only son they never really had. It wasn’t like they knew anything about him, but he was the male heir, their pride and joy.
They didn’t completely cut her off and oh, sure, she called or wrote and occasionally had a lunch or coffee if she and a family member hit the same town on the same day. But even those obligatory meetings became less and less frequent. Mal felt worlds away from all of it, and she might as well be. She spent as much time in college as she could, debating how to forge her own path and not go back home.
With degrees in forensic science, psychology and minors in alien biology and preternatural biology, Mal set out to see what sort of jobs her newfound pieces of paper could get her.
As it turned out, not many people were looking to hire. She considered joining the police, but the life of red tape and bureaucracy wasn't a match. One day, her father asked her to come work for the family business of construction and she almost accepted - almost - a girl’s gotta pay the bills, you know? But it didn't work out, she headed to meet with her father and discuss the job when the news of his empire falling hit every television and stand for miles. Once again, Mal instead turned her back once more and ventured out to become a big city girl.
Of course, that all went just fine until it didn’t - her father’s company got taken down as a front for some mob or other, Mal stopped following the news. Crooked got as crooked was, and she’d already found a life of petty crime for herself by then. As time went by, she became more and more fascinated by people and just how despicable most of them could be. And while her life of crime wasn’t exactly the path her parents believed she’d go down, it did sort of find her.
It started out with a small job here or there, stealing something in order to make some money for food. As it was, after the fall of the Asada family, Mal had to squat in buildings she didn’t like to talk about - places where she got to shower because of a busted pipe or much needed rain. Eventually she started grabbing for this local recluse that ran a smuggling operation and despite all odds, kept coming out clean and on top. It paid to have a secondary false identity, but when petty theft got too easy she moved on to grand larceny and bounty hunting, on and off the books.
One of her grabs was this big book and, well, always a sucker for a book, Mal took a look and realized it was a book of magic. The dive into magic was natural as breathing for the street rat, and through it she learned to control her Ki, her power. Around the same time as she discovered what she could do, she began taking on higher paying jobs, and her niece’s ghost appeared, confused and lost. And although her quest to find the Dragon Balls and bring her brother back to life felt like her sole purpose in the universe, helping Brie get a real body back felt more important - Carne would have agreed.
Assassin, bounty hunter, Mal’s cool with whichever version you called her ‘long as you kept your damn mouth shut. She even went to other planets for jobs, and that of all perks convinced her this was the right gig for her. It was like all her books from childhood came to life, and she had her ghostly niece as a partner in crime. Life, as they said, was pretty good, and naturally that meant the other shoe was gonna drop hard and fast.
At the moment, they’re still waiting for that to happen. But when it does, the fallout’s gonna be something to see.
TECHNIQUES:
OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES: Bad Day [N1] - Mal carries a blast gun that stuns, but when she focuses her Ki through it she hits her target with a burst of purple lightning. She doesn't actually need the gun for this, but for now she feels like she does because Mal is insecure.
Started Bad [UP2] - This is a more powerful version of her N1.
Stayed That Way [MP3] - This is a more powerful version of her UP2.
All Bad Enough [SIG1] - Having finally mastered her Ki, Mal channels it through her hand and blasts it in the form of purple lightning at her opponent.
SUPPORT TECHNIQUES: Can't Touch This [SU1] - With a surge of Ki, a bolt of purple lightning brings Mal far from where the damage would strike. (Flavored Afterimage)
UTILITY TECHNIQUES: Sleight of Hand [UT1] - As a thief, Mal's particularly stealthy and can pick a pocket/nick some food (or leave something to be found later) without someone knowing. She can also easily hide things in plain sight or her many pockets. This is mostly fluff and if a person really wants to catch her and thinks their character would notice, that's fine.
ALIASES: Mal, Hellfire, Hella.
SPECIES: Human.
AGE: 23.
GENDER: Female.
STARTING PLANET: Earth.
APPEARANCE: 5' even with blue eyes and dark blue/hot pink hair hair. There's a small section toward the bottom that's green she typically puts in a braid. Short but deadly, she's trained both mind and body into honed weapons over time. Typically, Mal wears her hair down, or up and out of the way when on a job. She has a scar on the left side of her face that goes through her upper lip. Malaka also has a tattoo of a biohazard symbol on her left shoulder to remind her not to get too close to anyone.
BACKGROUND: Not only was Malaka Asada not born first into the prestigious family of Asada, she was also born, well, a girl. Although she never had a problem with this, her parents always wanted boys for whatever their strange reasons were. As life had a habit of throwing lemons into unexpected places, Mal and her four older sisters grew up well loved and cared for. Her family did get that little boy, Mal’s younger twin brother, and his death sixteen years later rocked the very foundations of the Asadas despite Carne’s lack of any ‘manly’ attributes. He died in the same tragic accident that took their niece, too. While her sisters aimed to please their cantankerous father and quiet but serious mother, Mal and Carne much preferred the beautiful bounty of books.
To the twins, the words read of in books and heard in songs felt so much wider and more interesting than anything going on at home. They wanted so much more than the promised life of pamper and boredom.
Why in the vast universe did anyone need all that money? Or power, prestige, or whatever? So much responsibility. Besides, watching her sisters squabble as they grew older, cringing at the the disagreements over the simplest things due to jealousy and spite - it was enough to drive her away. When Mal left for college, superlitorian of her glass and graduating at an early sixteen, she never looked back. Since her parents blamed her for their precious Carne’s death, it wasn’t like they really wanted her around as a lasting reminder of the one and only son they never really had. It wasn’t like they knew anything about him, but he was the male heir, their pride and joy.
They didn’t completely cut her off and oh, sure, she called or wrote and occasionally had a lunch or coffee if she and a family member hit the same town on the same day. But even those obligatory meetings became less and less frequent. Mal felt worlds away from all of it, and she might as well be. She spent as much time in college as she could, debating how to forge her own path and not go back home.
With degrees in forensic science, psychology and minors in alien biology and preternatural biology, Mal set out to see what sort of jobs her newfound pieces of paper could get her.
As it turned out, not many people were looking to hire. She considered joining the police, but the life of red tape and bureaucracy wasn't a match. One day, her father asked her to come work for the family business of construction and she almost accepted - almost - a girl’s gotta pay the bills, you know? But it didn't work out, she headed to meet with her father and discuss the job when the news of his empire falling hit every television and stand for miles. Once again, Mal instead turned her back once more and ventured out to become a big city girl.
Of course, that all went just fine until it didn’t - her father’s company got taken down as a front for some mob or other, Mal stopped following the news. Crooked got as crooked was, and she’d already found a life of petty crime for herself by then. As time went by, she became more and more fascinated by people and just how despicable most of them could be. And while her life of crime wasn’t exactly the path her parents believed she’d go down, it did sort of find her.
It started out with a small job here or there, stealing something in order to make some money for food. As it was, after the fall of the Asada family, Mal had to squat in buildings she didn’t like to talk about - places where she got to shower because of a busted pipe or much needed rain. Eventually she started grabbing for this local recluse that ran a smuggling operation and despite all odds, kept coming out clean and on top. It paid to have a secondary false identity, but when petty theft got too easy she moved on to grand larceny and bounty hunting, on and off the books.
One of her grabs was this big book and, well, always a sucker for a book, Mal took a look and realized it was a book of magic. The dive into magic was natural as breathing for the street rat, and through it she learned to control her Ki, her power. Around the same time as she discovered what she could do, she began taking on higher paying jobs, and her niece’s ghost appeared, confused and lost. And although her quest to find the Dragon Balls and bring her brother back to life felt like her sole purpose in the universe, helping Brie get a real body back felt more important - Carne would have agreed.
Assassin, bounty hunter, Mal’s cool with whichever version you called her ‘long as you kept your damn mouth shut. She even went to other planets for jobs, and that of all perks convinced her this was the right gig for her. It was like all her books from childhood came to life, and she had her ghostly niece as a partner in crime. Life, as they said, was pretty good, and naturally that meant the other shoe was gonna drop hard and fast.
At the moment, they’re still waiting for that to happen. But when it does, the fallout’s gonna be something to see.
TECHNIQUES:
OFFENSIVE TECHNIQUES: Bad Day [N1] - Mal carries a blast gun that stuns, but when she focuses her Ki through it she hits her target with a burst of purple lightning. She doesn't actually need the gun for this, but for now she feels like she does because Mal is insecure.
Started Bad [UP2] - This is a more powerful version of her N1.
Stayed That Way [MP3] - This is a more powerful version of her UP2.
All Bad Enough [SIG1] - Having finally mastered her Ki, Mal channels it through her hand and blasts it in the form of purple lightning at her opponent.
SUPPORT TECHNIQUES: Can't Touch This [SU1] - With a surge of Ki, a bolt of purple lightning brings Mal far from where the damage would strike. (Flavored Afterimage)
UTILITY TECHNIQUES: Sleight of Hand [UT1] - As a thief, Mal's particularly stealthy and can pick a pocket/nick some food (or leave something to be found later) without someone knowing. She can also easily hide things in plain sight or her many pockets. This is mostly fluff and if a person really wants to catch her and thinks their character would notice, that's fine.
