Bolt's real name is Carrot, the name given to him by Cabbage Patch his Mama. Because he thinks the name is stupid, he nicknamed himself "Bolt" after the lightning tattoos on his arms. Nobody knows his true name for it's a closely-guarded secret. Only his family is allowed to call him "Carrot." He is often nicknamed: Carrot Top, Farm Boy, or Bumpkin.

None

18

Human

None

Male

Construction Worker

5'11"

210 lbs

Orange

Blue

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Bolt’s most iconic trait is his hair. He has thick long hair that he keeps tied behind his head in a hair tie. Not only is his hair wild, it is orange, which is why he was named Carrot as a child by Mama Patch and why he is often nicknamed Carrot Top. On top of his head is Carrot’s lucky cap to include the symbol of a Carrot on the front. He always wears it except when he decides to get serious. He wears a blue denim jacket over a white tank top, and he wears faded-black denim jeans. A pair of black and silver suspenders hold up his pants even though his pants still pool over his Timberland-style work boots. Down his left and right arms are the black lightning tattoos that he has coined the name “Bolt” from. Beneath his layer of clothes, Carrot’s solid build is well-hidden. His always smiling and boyish mannerisms make him an easily underestimated character. However, when Bolt decides to remove his hat and jacket and throw-down. His enemies are often surprised to see his buff working man’s build. Bolt's aura when he's charged up is Orange.

Bolt is your typical Southern boy. He is quite the bumpkin, but as much as he seems simple, he’s actually smart. His personality is somewhat deceptive. It is easy to treat Bolt like a simpleton or a joke, but the boy’s actually as smart as a whip. He can always be expected to crack a joke in an unsettling situation or brighten anyone’s day with laughter. While he rarely seems serious, Bolt does know when to put all jokes and antics aside. He is a gentleman—always saying “Please” and “Thank you.” He doesn’t like when others are picked on or when women are assaulted in his presence.

Bolt doesn’t like being called “Carrot” by anyone but his family members. They’re the only ones allowed to call him that and so if someone insists on using it, they’re going to get a fight. As nice as Bolt is, he isn’t afraid to punch someone deserving in the face. He loves his family with all of his heart and especially Mama Patch’s southern cooking.

As a fighter…well…Bolt can be rather special. He might run away from battle and frustrate his opponents. It’s difficult to say if he’s really a coward or has some sort of a plan. However, when the boy is serious, he can be pretty frightening. A good sign that Bolt is serious is when he throws off his hat and jacket.

Carrot was born to Bean and Cabbage Patch on a farm in the grassland west of East Capital. Because of the distance and the amount of hands needed to run the farm, Carrot was home schooled by his father Bean...like the rest of his siblings who were born after him: Potato, Tomato, Lettuce, Bean Jr., Cauliflour—Carrot has lost count. He has a very productive family. Regardless, Daddy Patch preferred to raise his children himself. For you see, Daddy Patch was once upon a time a soldier in a certain army, and has since retired but that’s a story for another day.

Carrot’s relationship with his father is one mostly of pure respect and a dash of love. While Cabbage was the one to coddle her children, Bean was not. When Carrot wasn’t studying, his father was putting him through rigorous training. Carrot had to run—a lot. He felt that he ran more than any all-star athlete has ever had to. Sometimes he even had to run from Bean. Bean’s paranoia was having him prepare his children for whatever would one day come their way. Carrot never quite learned what that was, but his father’s training has since paid off. Carrot grew up to be a strong and disciplined boy. At ten-years-old, he was able to lift the family cow with one hand and hand-pull a cart overloaded with staples to East Capital.

With the Patch family becoming more and more productive, the Patch home was running out of space and Carrot was getting too old. Once he turned eighteen-years-old, Bean kicked Carrot out of the house and told him to find a job so that he can help him and his mother out. Carrot was free, and he wanted to get outside his father’s cross-hairs. He got an apartment in Central Capital and a job as a construction worker.

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Taeto (テート).

None.

16

Saiyan.

Half-Saiyan/Half-Human.

Male.

High-School Student.

5'9", Five-Foot Nine.

130lbs, One-Hundred Thirty Pounds.

Black.

Black with Gold.

There are many facets of Taeto Flower to look at. The most common being the agitated, rebellious youth. In his black eyes, accented by odd gold dots, lurks confusion and frustration. This angle of him carries a ever-present scowl that makes him near unapproachable. His spiky and disheveled hair does little for his drab fashion sense, which expresses itself in hues of black, brown, and gray. Most notably being his gray hoodie, black loafers, and his brown jacket and trousers. All of this is topped off by a long furry appendage that sprouts from his back-end. When he charges up his Ki, his aura shines a pale blue.

Taeto drowns in his own confusion everyday. He awakens to the looming threat that he might be snatched from his mother and placed in some prison cell next to his father. Which, to be honest, has created a moody teen. He knows he must stay in control but its maddening to think sympathy and empathy is lost on him. Understanding his Saiyan culture doesn't make it easy to control his aggressive nature, in fact, it only makes the notion absurd. He obsesses with his Saiyan-half, who embraces the fight that his human heritage seemingly shies from. Aside from this, he has found great joy in fighting. The thrill of the battle more than excites, it damn-near incites true glee from him. Which is why he is so enamored with the martial arts world. His mother, though he loves her dearly, insists he stays away and practices the piano, "The soothing, peaceful, piano" she coos. But he's made up his mind, he'll find a master, even if it sets the White Coats upon him.

Parslee was a charismatic low-class Saiyan warrior who was dispatched to the planet Earth on a scouting mission. He believed it to be inhabited by weaklings and after receiving orders to eradicate, traveled to the nearest city and begun its cleansing. However, that all went astray at the first signs of resistance. He had made a fatal mistake; the Earthlings weren't nearly as weak as he had thought. They had robed warriors capable of flight, strong in spirit and mind. Others could blast fire, lightning, and even unknown energy waves at him. A select few controlled the very stars themselves. They were beings who possessed mystical abilities, spells that bound and befuddled him. For weeks after his arrival he had been tortured by their Magi whose spells had deadened his warrior's spirit, made him cooperative.

He remembered her eyes, how gold and liquid they were. How unique and scary, as if he was caught in cross-hairs when she stared at him. She warned him about how he would no longer be himself. That she had gotten permission to observe him intimately but only under the conditions that she stripped him of his aggression. His rage shook his confines but were quelled easily by a wave of her hand. After that, his life had passed like so many pages in a book.



Taeto Flower was Parslee's legitimate child. The sedated Saiyan was reduced to your typical prisoner, allowed only three visits a month, and only from Taeto. The Saiyan would often tell stories of Planet Vegeta, of the warrior race that scoured the galaxy and conquered all that resisted them. Parslee believed his kind would find Earth one day. He spoke openly of the beacon he had activated when he landed all those years ago but those words were ignored by the Magi.

Taeto was raised like a human but he hardly acted the part. He was often angry for no reason, aggressive, and combative. His mother, Sun Flower, would warn him of the White Coats. How they would take him away if he couldn't at least pretend to be normal. She would have to settle for rebellious. He went through school never really fitting in, often fighting without a cause, and getting into trouble on the constant. It was inevitable, he would tell himself, cause one day he'd be whisked away to his true home. To Planet Vegeta.

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[Saiyan Heart] - Taeto showcases his ferocity or excitement as he endures through his pain for a light duration. (1 turn)

Just turned 21 years old

Human Martial Artist

Female

Martial Arts Instructor

5'4"

137 lbs

Dark brown with a light tint of red when in direct sunlight.

Her eyes are dark brown in the center and gradually lighten up as they reach the outer of her iris. The edge of her iris is a deep brown, highly contrasting with the lighter brown in the center.

Ally is well-built, standing at 5'4" weighing about 137 pounds on a good day. She's one of those people who don't look too strong until they flex or exercise. Her skin is slightly gold and easily tans during the summer when she's out and about. The only piercings she has are earrings and she doesn't plan on getting more. She has dark brown, wavy hair which she usually leaves down. When training or fighting, she's sure to tie her hair up in either a ponytail or a bun as she never wants it to put her at any kind of disadvantage. Most of her clothes are functional, especially since she never knows when the time for action will arise. It's easy to find her wearing a figure-fitted T-shirt and jeans with some tennis shoes. If the heat is above 75 degrees F, she'll definitely exchange the T-shirt for a tank-top.

Overall Personality: Ally is a pretty friendly person. She's not afraid to start a conversation with a stranger. She really enjoys talking to people and making new friends. Overall, she's the kind of person who would give you the last of her money if you're hungry, even if she's hungry too. She has a lot of confidence in herself, but doesn't like to show off, unless being silly. She's also very stubborn and doesn't usually compromise easily. If you know which buttons to push she can get angry very easily, but usually tries not to get violent quickly.

Likes: As for her likes, she genuinely does enjoy training, as do many other martial artists. When she isn't training she likes to relax by writing or going out with friends and catching up. She's a pretty social person and enjoys being with others. She also likes a challenge when one is presented, and usually won't turn them down.

Dislikes: Bullies are a big problem for her. She can't stand anyone who is mean just to be mean. Sure, everyone has their days, but when someone is mean for no reason, they're on Ally's bad side. She also doesn't like being late for anything. Because of this, she's usually early to any kind of meeting, whether it be meeting with a friend or a boss.

Combat Behavior: Ally tries to keep a good balance of offense and defense, as does any good fighter, but typically leans on the more aggressive side due to the Dragon Fist Style. She isn't afraid to take hits, but if an opponent begins to throw heavy barrages, she's more likely to turn to heavy defense, looking for any opening to counter. This can be a problem, because it might take her time to actually hit back while going through a barrage, possibly making the barrage of an opponent last longer and harder.

Goals: Currently her goal is to become a Grandmaster in the Dragon Fist fighting style. Until then, however, she plans on continuing to focus on teaching others and improving her skills day-by-day. She also has a smaller goal of becoming a better fighter than Tiberius, though it isn't in bad intentions.

For most of Ally's life, she lived in West Capitol with her father and younger brother. At around the age of five, her mother and father went through a somewhat nasty divorce. This left her father to deal with everything, whether it be cooking, cleaning, or working. This left him with little time and energy to spend one-on-one time with his children. Due to his single income, they went through trouble paying for groceries and rent, but somehow always made it through. Even though all of this left her father struggling to take care of two young children, Ally was always thankful for the experience. She has always felt through the hardships faced at a young age she grew stronger and more independent.

In young adolescence, like many other young children, she faced bullies. For the most part, she tried to ignore them and keep on going. When she saw another fellow student being bullied, however, she was able to summon strength she didn't know she had and use her confidence to protect them. When it came back to herself, she struggled to find this confidence to protect herself. Eventually the bullying became physical. So, she needed to find a way to defend herself and summon her courage. One day, after being a victim of bullying once again, she was recommended to a martial arts gym from someone who had seen her injuries. He showed her to his gym and she stuck to it. She stuck to it so much, in fact, that Ally was entered in a kid's tournament fairly early on. The tournament was split by gender, so after her fights she was able to see some boy matches. One boy interested her in particular. This was Tiberius Walker. His agressive style shot out a flurry of attacks before an oppent had any time to react. This style amazing her much more than the dojo she attended, which didn't spend much time on its fighters as individuals and simply shoved them into tournaments. So, Ally spoke with Ulysses, the owner of the Dragon Fist dojo and the father of Tiberius. He invited her to his Parsley City dojo.

They explained the gym was in Parsley City, not too far from West Capitol, but not exactly walking distance either. Ally realized this would be her chance to become something more than a brawler, it would make her a fighter. So, the girl begged her father to let her move with her grandmother who lived much closer to the small city. He granted her wish, and she moved to Parsley City.

Here she went to the Dragon Fist style gym and began her training as a true martial artist. From the moment she began training, her attitude changed completely. She was able to hold her head up higher walking down the street and defend herself from bullies. Every chance she had to train she took it, taking every single word and movement taught at the dojo to heart. Because she took her training so seriously, she was able to catch up to some of the other students, including Tiberius. Although outside of the gym the two are good friends, their sparring is no joke. Their friendship didn't come so easily at first.

Originally they were rivals. Ally set her goal to become as good as Tiberius, to have attacks as quick and fierce as his. This passion allowed her to catch up, but somehow she was always a step behind. She didn't understand this. How could he always be one step away? She couldn't understand why her training wasn't enough until she realized Tiberius was the son of Ulysses. She found out how hard Ulysses pushed Tiberius to become better each day, even giving him additional training. This caused her to become jealous. She didn't understand why Ulysses couldn't treat all of them as hard as he treated Tiberius. This caused her to train much harder in order to catch up with Tiberius.

Currently, although still training and improving on her skills, Ally is now an instructor at the dojo. She gains a feeling of fulfillment in teaching the next generations of students how to keep themselves and others safe. She uses her money to take care of her grandmother as well as to take care of herself.

Ally mainly uses her fists and legs, but because many traditional martial arts teach weapons, she does know how to wield nunchucks and spears. Her training in these weapons, however, is mainly for demonstration tournaments, not actual combat. Don't expect her to pull any of these weapons out in a fight.

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Ki Kick- Using this technique, Ally can put most of her energy into her kicks, allowing for devastating blows to the opponent. While this move generates high amount of damage, it leaves her upper body almost completely vulnerable to counters. For example, if Ally is throwing a front snap kick at the same time an opponent is and they both hit at the same time, even though her arm might be up blocking her head, her block will have little-to-no effectiveness in absorbing any damage. Because this move is pretty risky, she uses it sparingly.

Colette Penning

Prototype 0011 “Severa”

24

Human

Cyborg

Female

N/A

5'1”

115 lbs

White, though closer to gray than pure white

Black

Slender, practically albino in complexion, and dressed in tight black accompanied by flowing white, Severa gives off a stark impression. Her face is most often one of pain and paranoia, very seldom shifting, and not at all personable.

Though her highly reserved, quiet bearing might make her seem unremarkable at first, Severa exhibits an exceptionally violent personality. She displays no hesitation at all to attack when she deems it necessary; neither does she give any sort of disinclination toward things others might consider horrible or disgusting. More vitally, perhaps, she's completely desensitized toward violence. She is fearless in a more technical than literary sense; she does not feel fear, but she will act in a manner that would best unsure her own survival in a fearful situation. In fact, her own survival is her modus operendii. Severa is pragmatic, intelligent, and selfish. Though quick to commit acts of violence if provoked, she prefers to avoid confrontation. Her preferred fighting style is assassination--keeping out of sight until an opportune moment arises to make a decisive strike.

All this is, of course, conditioning based on her experience in VR Training. The real Colette is judgmental, haughty, and sometimes rash, but a deeply empathetic and caring person. All of this has, however, been buried very deep. Because of her near-total lack of real world experience and socialization she is extremely awkward around other people, and while paranoid, somewhat curious and quite naive. Somewhat like a child, she takes things at face value, and has seen enough abnormality to believe almost anything in a literal sense

Born into money, Colette and her brothers Alistair and Vernon lived a carefree life of luxury for their whole childhoods. As kids of stars often do, they exhibited a few odd quirks -the most noticeable being egocentricity- but for the most part they lived ordinary if spoiled lives. That began to change, however, when their parents' careers in the acting business tanked. They knew theirs was a cutthroat industry, but neither could have imagined how far they would fall. When the money began to dry up, the difficulties began. With no small amount of self-absorption themselves, Colette's mother and farther turned their frustration and despair on one another and their children, and the kids' early teens saw them develop into problems at school. Putting their natural talents to use, the three siblings spent their free time putting others down in order to feel better about themselves, unable to put anything in the void their parents left. It came to be that when the three and a handful of 'friends' were arrested for breaking into, vandalizing, and stealing from South Capital's Movie Headquarters, nobody was surprised.

However, instead of spending time in juvenile detention, doing some community service, and returning to their lives, the three siblings were left to rot. Not a peep was heard from their parents who, having fallen out of the limelight, were no longer subject to the public's scrutiny. After a week behind bars, an ordinary-looking bus appeared with the words 'Child Services' emblazoned on the side. The detention center's current crop of fourteen undesirables shuffled aboard, and that was that. They did not, however, arrive at their intended destination. The bus descended into a private parking garage, where the confused kids were herded into a strange facility. After all were crowded into a small white room, the door locked behind them, and through vents in the ceiling a yellow gas poured in. Colette's head span, she hit the ground, and the world went dark.

Kept unconscious by IV drip, every child was inducted into the experiments of Dr. Naru Long, a disgraced scientist gone into hiding to work as an experimental arms manufacturer. The surgeries commenced one-by-one, each unwilling volunteer outfitted with cybernetic enhancements before being plugged into the VR Training system—a virtual world of nightmares. There, alongside the others, Colette was forced to survive a literal hell of horror for ten years. She learned how to use her new powers quickly, but it took far longer for her personality to change. Faced with gruesome imagery and the necessity to sneak and slaughter or die every single day, she became number and number as her instinct grew sharper and sharper. Eventually, she lost all memory of her past self, and truly became Severa. On occasion she crossed paths with a fellow test subject, unaware that the brief spots of hope and company were often false, for those that died were replaced by artificial intelligences made using their minds at their last 'save point' before their expiration. In the real world, Severa and her surviving allies had grown from childhood to adulthood and gone through several sets of augmentations, perfect soldiers lying in waiting. The procedure remains ongoing, the cyborgs kept in stasis while their consciousnesses continue to suffer, under the watchful eye of Dr. Long.

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Accelerotation – Severa's onboard weapons system is a highly advanced, prototype remote particle acceleration system using state-of-the-art electromagnets and spinning energy meant to emulate the ki-based destructo disk technique. In each of Severa's palms is an “Accelerotation Engine” which, after starting to spin, accelerates the particles in front of the palm in a vortex to create a high-speed sawblade with exceptional cutting power. Depending on the particles available in front of her palms, she can create sawblades with different compositions. These spinning blades can be slung through the air, and thanks to the rapid and precise activation/deactivation of her electromagnets, orbit around her, return to her if slung, and generally fly in circular patterns. The end result is an elegant and deadly close-to-midrange weapon, best at blitzing through the defenses of slower targets