Post by Mars on Feb 9, 2021 0:35:11 GMT
Mars Vermillion
Scarlet Dragon
Profile:
Character Name: Mars Vermillion
Nicknames: Scarlet Dragon, M
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Hybrid (Salamander/Elfen) [Elfen Dominant]
Age: 23 on Earth, 19 on Hegemon
Birthdate: February 14th, 272
Personality:
Likes: Swordplay, Strong Opponents, Winning
Dislikes: Losing, "No", Morons
Strengths: Brave, Determined, Dependable
Weaknesses: Reckless, Stubborn, Socially Predictable
Vices: Pyromania, Megalomania
Mars, at her core, is an antagonistic individual. That's not to say she's a mean person by any stretch, at least when not incentivized, but Mars' behavior stems from her curiosity if anything. She's the kind of person who will purposely tease a person or aggravate them to see what would happen afterward. When she was younger she would probably be mad at the results, but at this age, she has come to take it as natural and dependent on the person. One of the biggest things about this is that Mars doesn't really care about other people and what they think about her. Mars does not need people to feed her ego, as she can do that all by herself, however more people who know about how great she is would be a welcome addition to her growing "fanbase". This sort of confidence is good for her, to a point. It often leads Mars into fights she is almost certain she can win and end up losing in the end for underestimating her opponent. Her pride tends to be the cause of a lot of problems but she refuses to swallow it and humble herself. This is why she refuses to turn down any fights thrown her way, seeing it as not only a learning experience but a chance to flaunt her greatness.
On the other hand, Mars is the kind of person who can appreciate the little things in life and loves people who can share this with her. While she can appreciate the major things in life and the big achievements one can have, she prefers paying attention to the minor accomplishments as well. This is what makes Mars probably one of the best candidates for a friend if you can get past her insufferable nature and ego as she cares for those that depend on her. Having been the older sister to five younger siblings, Mars had to take care of others and learn to be a role model. This is why in some situations she might shift into a completely different person because she's become great and not being herself, especially when others are watching.
Appearance:
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Hair Color: Vermillion Red
Eye Color: Magenta
Face Claim Name: Surtr
Face Claim Origin: Arknights
At a glance, Mars is clearly alien. From the large horns sticking out of her head to the old color pallet that her entire being abides by, it's fair to say that besides her measurements nothing about her is normal. The first and most glaring thing about her would be her hair, so vivid that it would require only a glance to spot her in any crowd. Long, soft, and bright red, and her namesake, it's clear that even at a glance that Mars' hair is incredibly important to her and is one of the most memorable traits that she has in terms of her looks. Second to her hair would be her horns, coming out of the top of her head and curling slightly inward. These horns are black in color, and though they are bone, are as tough as steel making them hard to break. If one were to look closely they would find a bunch of scratch marks along the sides of them as they tend to be large targets for enemies to go for. Once you get past everything going on in her headspace, one would come to notice Mars' body. It's not like she flaunts it around, but it becomes hard to hide the fact that she's pretty well endowed and slender. Sporting measurements of 36-23-34 in inches, she has an hourglass figure that tends to get lost in the clothes that she wears.
Speaking of clothing, despite thinking highly of herself Mars prefers to dress modestly, often opting for knee-length or longer dresses or pants, along with a blouse and/or jacket depending if she is planning on fighting or not. Colors tend to stay mute and on the darker side, not wanting her clothing to make her the most obnoxious thing in the room.
There are also scars all over her arms and torso, marks from when she would do sword combat during the festivals, along with a tattoo of a large circle surrounded by nine rings located on her right shoulder facing forward.
History:
Family: Sol (Father), Luna (Mother), Mercury (Brother), Venus (Sister), Ea (Sister), Jupiter (Brother), Satu (Sister), Ura (Sister), Neptune (Brother), Pluto (Sibling)
Home World: Hegemon
Starting Planet: Earth
Home Town: Enberr
Mars was born as the 4th of 9 children in her misfit family, the lot of them calling the planet of Hegemon home. Her father was a former Salamander adventure and her mother was a humble smith, the two of them meeting on what would be Sol's last trip before they would settle down. In fact, she was named after an exotic red planet that her father had been to many years ago, though it was mainly given to her for the fact that she had hair that matched the sands. As a baby, for some odd reason, Mars was her father's favorite child, with this bias going well into her teenage years. Due to this, both of them were very close and he had a strong influence on her personality. Living in Enberr as part of the Nuska tribe was definitely an interesting experience for Mars as they had a much more warrior-skewed culture, so where her brothers were training to become great warriors, Mars and her sisters were often helping out her mother with work, being a blacksmith and all.
Early on, Mars was not a fan of being a smith. While the process of making swords was interesting and all, Mars had her eyes more on how to wield her creations rather than just make them and sell them. This put her on the path down to becoming a fighter, with her teacher being her older brother and her father, with her brother teaching her secretly when he got the chance. Eventually, Mars had started to show some actual process in her field, making the bar for every Festival of the Hearth since she was 13, though, in the beginning, she didn't really make it far in the competition. In the last few years, however, Mars had started to make it pretty high in the competition, ending in 3rd or 4th place. This opened her eyes to her own ability, and lack thereof.
There was only so much she could learn at home, a limit to her sword knowledge. Even if she were to take lessons from the greatest swordsmen on her planet, there would still be those who are stronger than her. If she learned the fighting style of even the greatest Elfen masters, there was still so much more left in the galaxy. Mars came to the conclusion that she would have to venture past her hometown and eventually her homeworld to become the strongest that she wished to be. How strong?
Just the strongest. And close to nothing will stop her from her goal. Unless she was dead, every fiber in her being would push Mars towards becoming the strongest being to ever live, to surpass even the gods.
Race Bonuses:
Element Infusion:
Natural born prodigies with the elements of existence, Elfen are capable of infusing their birth element into any Technique they've trained themselves to use effectively. Any Technique that has been mastered can have the "Elemental" tag applied to it for free, allowing an Elfen to visually and mechanically apply their element to all manner of techniques.
[Cannot be applied to "Special" Techniques such as Spirit Bomb, Mystic Form, etc.]
Academic Application:
Salamanders are naturally well-versed in the fields of science and academia. With this in mind, it's a natural consequence that they can use those book smarts of theirs to research the best ways to further advance their training. Whenever those with this racial earn 5 points of EXP in an ability or transformation, they will automatically be granted 3 points in that ability or transformation for free.
Roleplay Example:
It seemed that with every passing day, this island was getting worse and worse. But then again, Seras doesn't know what she expected. One things for sure though, it wasn't going into a good direction.
For someone like Seras, the South Blue was a prime hunting ground. With there being to islands that the government had control over, if she ever wanted to start on her quest all she had to do was sail in their direction. The government probably knew this, or maybe they didn't and were just acting as usual, but in any case their influence somehow ended up on the island of Baterilla. In classic marine fashion, the first ship to arrive on the island was probably the largest and most obnoxious thing to exist. And the like the ship, the crew were the hardest thing to ignore on the entire island, and the local law enforcement ingores the high amounts of criminal activity happing right under it's nose daily. Wherever they went, you would know. Often drunk, loud, and harassing the locals was what they did best. As the days went on, this behavior continued, and it made some people really wonder why they were there at all.
Seras was one of those people, wondering the same thing as she watched something that brought her sick to her stomach.
"Hey, I said watch where you're going!" A tall, broad marine with dark hair let his fist fly and connect with the temple of an elderely woman. Him an two of his buddies were walking side by side down a narrow street known by the locals as "Flavor Town" due to the various restaurants that littered the sides of the street. In fact, Seras was watching the entire thing happen from a balcony, hoping that she was going to enjoy her meal. She no longer had an appetite.
From where Seras was sitting, she could obviously tell that the group of them were drunk, as one of them was laughing while the other watched with worry. If Seras had to take a wild guess, this guy was more worried about his job than the woman. Marines were nothing if not predictable, so when the bigger lad started beating down, Seras couldn't say she was surprised. What she was, however, was pissed. It wasn't like, flip tables and screaming pissed, but more of a calm and collected anger in which would fuel her actions.
A sigh would escape her lips as Seras put down her utensils and stood up from her seat. She moved closer to the edge of the balcony and started yelling at the oafs down below. "So what are you trying to prove here, huh? Big man in uniform is strong enough to beat up a feeble, old, probably deaf lady because she couldn't hear him? I would call you a disgrace to the uniform, but those two aren't much better. Maybe you guys are just all bottom of the barrel pieces of shit, huh?"
For someone like Seras, the South Blue was a prime hunting ground. With there being to islands that the government had control over, if she ever wanted to start on her quest all she had to do was sail in their direction. The government probably knew this, or maybe they didn't and were just acting as usual, but in any case their influence somehow ended up on the island of Baterilla. In classic marine fashion, the first ship to arrive on the island was probably the largest and most obnoxious thing to exist. And the like the ship, the crew were the hardest thing to ignore on the entire island, and the local law enforcement ingores the high amounts of criminal activity happing right under it's nose daily. Wherever they went, you would know. Often drunk, loud, and harassing the locals was what they did best. As the days went on, this behavior continued, and it made some people really wonder why they were there at all.
Seras was one of those people, wondering the same thing as she watched something that brought her sick to her stomach.
"Hey, I said watch where you're going!" A tall, broad marine with dark hair let his fist fly and connect with the temple of an elderely woman. Him an two of his buddies were walking side by side down a narrow street known by the locals as "Flavor Town" due to the various restaurants that littered the sides of the street. In fact, Seras was watching the entire thing happen from a balcony, hoping that she was going to enjoy her meal. She no longer had an appetite.
From where Seras was sitting, she could obviously tell that the group of them were drunk, as one of them was laughing while the other watched with worry. If Seras had to take a wild guess, this guy was more worried about his job than the woman. Marines were nothing if not predictable, so when the bigger lad started beating down, Seras couldn't say she was surprised. What she was, however, was pissed. It wasn't like, flip tables and screaming pissed, but more of a calm and collected anger in which would fuel her actions.
A sigh would escape her lips as Seras put down her utensils and stood up from her seat. She moved closer to the edge of the balcony and started yelling at the oafs down below. "So what are you trying to prove here, huh? Big man in uniform is strong enough to beat up a feeble, old, probably deaf lady because she couldn't hear him? I would call you a disgrace to the uniform, but those two aren't much better. Maybe you guys are just all bottom of the barrel pieces of shit, huh?"
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