Satchi's motorbike bounded and sped over sand dunes as she made her way to a little known city entrenched in sand, far away from any of the bigger and more well known cities like East or West City. Her jacket, tied around her waist, flapped in the wind as she made her way onto the city. Her knuckles clenched as she held onto the handlebars tightly. Her right arm had a small amount of sand on it around the elbow, matching her knees. She had fallen off her bike a few miles back and was happy to discover that no one had seen the fall. One of the many downsides to wearing a sleeveless top and shorts was that you were much more exposed to the elements, and sand was no exception. Satchi hated the stuff, it was, and still is, the most annoying of all rocks.
She stood up on the foot pegs, gripping the handlebars so she didn't fall off. The city was in sight now and she revved her bikes engine in order to move faster. It was at this point, she got a sick feeling in her stomach, like something wasn't right with the universe. A blinding light flashed before her eyes and suddenly she was standing in front of some purple haired guy. Of course, the radical change from standing on a bike to standing on solid ground was quite the shock, and the sudden change made Satchi fall straight over, only stopping herself just before she fell face first by extending her arms out in front of her.
A scowl grew on her face, she had lost her motorbike and she was in some unknown location. She rose to her feet, dusting off her knees and elbows before crossing her arms and speaking. "Hold on, lavender boy" She spoke, obviously referencing Trunks' rather unorthodox hair colour. "Three questions; Where's my bike, where am I and why in hell should I blindly follow you?" It was quite easy to spot how peeved Satchi was about the loss of her bike. Not only was it an expensive vehicle itself, but it also had the rest of her money and supplies on it too.
Name: Satchi Gender: Female Age: 20 Race: Human Appearance: Satchi is a human woman, standing at a rather small 5 foot 4. Her skin is a healthy peach color, obviously from eating healthily and exercise, and her build, despite being slim and womanly, showcases that she is not to be trifled with lightly. Her face is heart-shaped and considered pretty amongst other humans her own age, and very youthful, still looking within the cusps of adulthood. Minor freckles dot over the bridge of her nose, complimenting her deep blue, bright aqua eyes. Her hair is a bright blonde, and rather long, going down to her waist in silky locks, with bangs criss-crossing over her forehead and slightly in her eyes. Her travelling attire are a pair of yellow shorts, hard-soled travelling sneakers, and a form-fitting white t-shirt, sleeveless. Over this, unzipped, is a jacket that stops right below her chest, a burnt red in color. On the back of the jacket is the capsule corp logo, complete with the brand name beneath it. She also wears a pair of dust coloured fingerless gloves. Moves: -Flurry of Rage: Satchi unleashes a barrage of punches and kicks far quicker than that of her normal speed. This is only ever really unleashed during a fit of rage and as such cannot be done on purpose. -Insane Laser: Satchi raises her hand to her head, with her fingers pointing upwards in a gun-like pose. Her eyes close before she quickly opens them and drops her hand, gripping her wrist and pointing it to her enemy. A bright blue beam fires from her fingers and obliterates anything in her path. -Super Hero: Satchi honours her father by doing some of his signature moves in one gruesome attack. She first suplexes her enemy, before rolling back over and powerbombing them. She then positions herself so that her legs are locked around her opponents arm and they are unable to escape. She then at least attempts to break their arm or at least pull it from its socket. Personality: Satchi is a very headstrong young woman who is still at the end of her 'rebellious' phase. She has been known to disregard most authority and go her own way. That being said, if the authority is someone she liked or respected, she would follow the order, albeit with a bit of banter. She is rather sensitive about her height and is quick to send a punch to the jaw of anyone 'rude' enough to comment on it. She is rather loud mouthed and could practically talk about anything for hours without a stop if you let her. During battle she can be equally as loud, insulting and taunting her enemies while sending hit after hit their way. She is an adept learner and her parents often said that if she had stuck in at school she could have been a scholar rather than a fighter. The one thing you must remember with Satchi is to not get between her and her food. She loves food almost as much as she loves life and is willing to defend it like a bear would defend its cub.
History: Satchi was born in West City to a baker and a famous wrestler who went under the alias of "Super Hero". A rather uninspired name, but one nonetheless. She had two older brothers growing up, with whom Satchi would often get into fights. A psychiatrist would probably pin her tomboyish attitude down to this, but none could have probably gotten close enough to her without her attempting to suplex them, even at her young age. While her mother wanted Satchi to go into baking like she had done, Satchi was much more interested in the wrestling that her father did. She was signed up for martial arts lessons at the age of 7 and had achieved mastery of at least 2 by the age of 9. To say she was an adept learner would be an understatement.
That being said, she didn't do exceptionally well at school. She would often sneak out in order to go watch wrestling or kung fu or even to get into fights herself. Her teachers did not approve to put it bluntly. She bothered and badgered her parents to allow her to enter the World Martial Arts tournament every time the sign ups started. Of course, they did not allow her, fearing that she would be utterly destroyed by the much stronger and bigger contestants. Satchi was devastated each time, throwing practically the exact same tantrum each time she was denied. She was happy to see her father enter one year, something which he ultimately regretted.
He was doing rather well in the tournament, progressing rapidly through the ranks until he had reached the semi-finals. When he met his final opponent. The man was a behemoth, towering over anyone who stood in his way. He humiliated Satchi's father, doing an array of embarrassing moves which ultimately left her father's reputation in tatters. He came home broken, and took his own life a few months after the event happened. Satchi was devastated, she was in her mid teens at this time and made the rather stupid decision to run away from home. She stole her neighbours motorcycle and rode off in the direction of East City.
Satchi made a living through various impromptu races and fighting tournaments. Her small stature and size put her at a slight advantage to her opponents as they often underestimated her which in turn led to her being able to get the upperhand early on in the fight. Her 'fun' stopped when she challenged a rather old martial arts master to a fight. The master thrashed her, beating her before she could get more than one hit in. That one hit was enough though, the master hadn't been hit in years unless he had allowed it. He saw great potential within Satchi and instead of taking her money, offered her training in exchange for it. Satchi was rather raw about the fight at first, stating that she didn't need his help and that he had just gotten lucky. She hopped on her bike and threw the money at him, driving off into the night wounded and bruised.
She returned the next day with tears in her eyes and an apology on her lips. She explained to the master about her father and his death and how she had been living since then. He understood completely and gave her a place to stay within his house while he trained her, day and night. For the entire time she stayed with the master she only ever saw about 30 people other than him. He was in the middle of a desert so not many other apprentices came looking for him, and those who did quickly changed their mind after seeing Satchi being forced to lift a rock the size of a house. Other than that, it was mainly people from a local village that her master often got Satchi to deliver products to from his farm that made up the vast majority of other people.
She finished her training around the time she turned 18. Her master had taught her a great deal about respect and discipline but not enough it seemed for her to refrain from playfully calling him 'old man' once more before she left. It was clear in her mind what she had to do after her training was complete. She travelled to Papaya island to sign up for the World Martial Arts Tournament. She tore through everyone up until the finals. Where she met the very man that caused her fathers death. She obliterated him, not letting him get a hit in before she sent him flying out of the ring. She was deemed the champion and sent swaggering happily into the sunset with her prize money. She returned back to her master, only to find it empty. The majority of his belongings were still there, but some various objects had gone missing. Fearing the worst, Satchi went out in search of her master.
She travelled all over the world, honing her fighting skills under various fighting schools and tournaments while she searched for the man who made her the fighter she was today. To her slight annoyance and bountiful joy, she received a postcard while staying in a hotel. As it turned out, her master had gone in search of 'Love' and found a young girl with whom he was staying with on some island resort. While Satchi could have spotted a gold digger like that from a mile off, it seems the old men wasn't as adept in that art.
Just before her transfer by Trunks, Satchi was attempting to use what was left of her prize money after the purchase of a new motorcycle in the pursuit of buying a restaurant and running it as her own. It seems that this hope of settling down will have to wait.
Feminism is still incredibly illogical at times and uses science as only a way to prove their viewpoints. They're no different than any other extreme group, anyone who doesn't agree with you is your enemy and must be converted or silenced.
Patriarch, what you don't understand is that silencing others viewpoints or just looking down upon them as worse than your own doesn't convince anyone that you're right. While I agree that feminism is largely spoiled as an equal rights movement, I do not agree with the methods you are going about this. Your "converted or silenced" comment reminds me a lot of this picture.
I'm considering having Satchi being unable to fly at the start of the RP, seeing as she wont have met anyone who would have been able to teach her how to in her life.
Name: Satchi Gender: Female Age: 20 Race: Human Appearance: Satchi is a human woman, standing at a rather small 5 foot 4. Her skin is a healthy peach color, obviously from eating healthily and exercise, and her build, despite being slim and womanly, showcases that she is not to be trifled with lightly. Her face is heart-shaped and considered pretty amongst other humans her own age, and very youthful, still looking within the cusps of adulthood. Minor freckles dot over the bridge of her nose, complimenting her deep blue, bright aqua eyes. Her hair is a bright blonde, and rather long, going down to her waist in silky locks, with bangs criss-crossing over her forehead and slightly in her eyes. Her travelling attire are a pair of yellow shorts, hard-soled travelling sneakers, and a form-fitting white t-shirt, sleeveless. Over this, unzipped, is a jacket that stops right below her chest, a burnt red in color. On the back of the jacket is the capsule corp logo, complete with the brand name beneath it. She also wears a pair of dust coloured fingerless gloves. Moves: -Flurry of Rage: Satchi unleashes a barrage of punches and kicks far quicker than that of her normal speed. This is only ever really unleashed during a fit of rage and as such cannot be done on purpose. -Insane Laser: Satchi raises her hand to her head, with her fingers pointing upwards in a gun-like pose. Her eyes close before she quickly opens them and drops her hand, gripping her wrist and pointing it to her enemy. A bright blue beam fires from her fingers and obliterates anything in her path. -Super Hero: Satchi honours her father by doing some of his signature moves in one gruesome attack. She first suplexes her enemy, before rolling back over and powerbombing them. She then positions herself so that her legs are locked around her opponents arm and they are unable to escape. She then at least attempts to break their arm or at least pull it from its socket. Personality: Satchi is a very headstrong young woman who is still at the end of her 'rebellious' phase. She has been known to disregard most authority and go her own way. That being said, if the authority is someone she liked or respected, she would follow the order, albeit with a bit of banter. She is rather sensitive about her height and is quick to send a punch to the jaw of anyone 'rude' enough to comment on it. She is rather loud mouthed and could practically talk about anything for hours without a stop if you let her. During battle she can be equally as loud, insulting and taunting her enemies while sending hit after hit their way. She is an adept learner and her parents often said that if she had stuck in at school she could have been a scholar rather than a fighter. The one thing you must remember with Satchi is to not get between her and her food. She loves food almost as much as she loves life and is willing to defend it like a bear would defend its cub.
History: Satchi was born in West City to a baker and a famous wrestler who went under the alias of "Super Hero". A rather uninspired name, but one nonetheless. She had two older brothers growing up, with whom Satchi would often get into fights. A psychiatrist would probably pin her tomboyish attitude down to this, but none could have probably gotten close enough to her without her attempting to suplex them, even at her young age. While her mother wanted Satchi to go into baking like she had done, Satchi was much more interested in the wrestling that her father did. She was signed up for martial arts lessons at the age of 7 and had achieved mastery of at least 2 by the age of 9. To say she was an adept learner would be an understatement.
That being said, she didn't do exceptionally well at school. She would often sneak out in order to go watch wrestling or kung fu or even to get into fights herself. Her teachers did not approve to put it bluntly. She bothered and badgered her parents to allow her to enter the World Martial Arts tournament every time the sign ups started. Of course, they did not allow her, fearing that she would be utterly destroyed by the much stronger and bigger contestants. Satchi was devastated each time, throwing practically the exact same tantrum each time she was denied. She was happy to see her father enter one year, something which he ultimately regretted.
He was doing rather well in the tournament, progressing rapidly through the ranks until he had reached the semi-finals. When he met his final opponent. The man was a behemoth, towering over anyone who stood in his way. He humiliated Satchi's father, doing an array of embarrassing moves which ultimately left her father's reputation in tatters. He came home broken, and took his own life a few months after the event happened. Satchi was devastated, she was in her mid teens at this time and made the rather stupid decision to run away from home. She stole her neighbours motorcycle and rode off in the direction of East City.
Satchi made a living through various impromptu races and fighting tournaments. Her small stature and size put her at a slight advantage to her opponents as they often underestimated her which in turn led to her being able to get the upperhand early on in the fight. Her 'fun' stopped when she challenged a rather old martial arts master to a fight. The master thrashed her, beating her before she could get more than one hit in. That one hit was enough though, the master hadn't been hit in years unless he had allowed it. He saw great potential within Satchi and instead of taking her money, offered her training in exchange for it. Satchi was rather raw about the fight at first, stating that she didn't need his help and that he had just gotten lucky. She hopped on her bike and threw the money at him, driving off into the night wounded and bruised.
She returned the next day with tears in her eyes and an apology on her lips. She explained to the master about her father and his death and how she had been living since then. He understood completely and gave her a place to stay within his house while he trained her, day and night. For the entire time she stayed with the master she only ever saw about 30 people other than him. He was in the middle of a desert so not many other apprentices came looking for him, and those who did quickly changed their mind after seeing Satchi being forced to lift a rock the size of a house. Other than that, it was mainly people from a local village that her master often got Satchi to deliver products to from his farm that made up the vast majority of other people.
She finished her training around the time she turned 18. Her master had taught her a great deal about respect and discipline but not enough it seemed for her to refrain from playfully calling him 'old man' once more before she left. It was clear in her mind what she had to do after her training was complete. She travelled to Papaya island to sign up for the World Martial Arts Tournament. She tore through everyone up until the finals. Where she met the very man that caused her fathers death. She obliterated him, not letting him get a hit in before she sent him flying out of the ring. She was deemed the champion and sent swaggering happily into the sunset with her prize money. She returned back to her master, only to find it empty. The majority of his belongings were still there, but some various objects had gone missing. Fearing the worst, Satchi went out in search of her master.
She travelled all over the world, honing her fighting skills under various fighting schools and tournaments while she searched for the man who made her the fighter she was today. To her slight annoyance and bountiful joy, she received a postcard while staying in a hotel. As it turned out, her master had gone in search of 'Love' and found a young girl with whom he was staying with on some island resort. While Satchi could have spotted a gold digger like that from a mile off, it seems the old men wasn't as adept in that art.
Just before her transfer by Trunks, Satchi was attempting to use what was left of her prize money after the purchase of a new motorcycle in the pursuit of buying a restaurant and running it as her own. It seems that this hope of settling down will have to wait.
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