Post by Wrylia on Aug 17, 2022 0:42:38 GMT -5
Wrylia, the Saiyan-Dragon Zoanthrope
Wildwoman, Crazy Dragon Lady
Age: 20 // Gender: Female (She/Them) // Dialogue Color: #dcb43b
Original App
Appearance
Hair Color: Light Dusty Blonde w/ Darker Stripes // Eye Color: Vivid Slightly-Pink Red
Skin Tone: Tanned Olive w/ Slightly Paler Stripes // Scale Color: Vivid Gold w/ Bright Yellow Stripes
Height: 7'9'' // Bodytype: Large, Muscular, Built like a Brick Wall
For as strong as Wrylia's saiyan blood is, she doesn't exactly have the look of a Saiyan. Certainly, she is human-like and built strong at her base - but she lacks a lot of the distinctive or defining features that makes a Saiyan a Saiyan at first glance. In its place however, she has a number of bestial features that make her zoanthrope heritage - that of a dragon with tiger-like stripes - much more visible.
To begin, Wrylia is built like an absolute tank. Standing at 7'9'', she towers tall with a wide-set, powerful, and muscular build shaped from years of training and combat. Her hair - kept messily cut a few inches short - is a light dusty blonde with somewhat darker stripes. Her sharp eyes are a vivid slightly-pink red, with human-like pupils that can become reptilian thin slits in conditions such as bright light. Her skin is tanned olive, patterned both with scars as well as somewhat paler tiger-like stripes all across. Though omnivorous, her teeth are sharp like a predator's, and her fangs peek out from behind her lips - the lower set more prominent than the upper, giving the impression of a set of tusks.
For her more obvious draconic features, Wrylia has three pairs of horns along either side of the back of her head. The top pair are almost like an ox's, going backwards with a slight wave, before suddenly curling upwards. Then there are two smaller pairs of horns underneath them - evenly spaced down towards the back of her jaw, straight and short. She also bears a long and dexterous draconic tail, and large powerful wings - her scales being gold with yellow stripes, and the wing membrane a vivid crimson. These scales also cover her clawed hands and feet - reaching up to her elbows and knees - as well as along her spine and jaw. Her claws are often kept groomed short, to avoid catching on things - though remain sharp.
As far as outfits go, she is often seen in her usual mercenary garb - basic armor, painted golden to match her scales - although the armor is worn out, and the paint chipping away. Outside of her armor however, Wrylia favors reds, golds, and blacks to both match and contrast with her scales - something that she does take pride in. She doesn't dress frivolously otherwise, however - believing there are better things to spend one's money on than fashion or accessories.
Personality
Wild // Fight-happy // Fearless // Sailor's Mouth // Prideful // Brutally Honest // Throws her weight around
Fight-happy, tough, and quite the loudmouth, Wrylia has always grown up ascribing to the idea that might makes right. That the ones who are strong make all the rules - and that those who dislike it can suck it up and either toughen up, or leave. She tends to be a bit of a bully, in that she isn't afraid to throw her weight around wherever and however she pleases. She may push around smaller or weaker individuals with her size and strength, she'll tease them, and even prod or make verbal jabs at them.
Wrylia is also quite prideful, and prone to disregarding the commands or requests of those that she deems weaker than herself, unless otherwise interested. She chafes easily when being pushed and ordered around by someone who she believes she could punt into the sun. If she feels slighted, she often treats them as fighting words - being unafraid to respond to insults with either verbal jabs of her own, or anger and violence,
However, that being said, Wrylia nonetheless has some honor and loyalty to her. She dislikes fighting weaker individuals - albeit this is less out of benevolence, and more out of her oftentimes finding it boring. She dislikes using dirty tactics to get the upper hand, either - often looking down on those who rely on dagger-and-cloak type tactics. She is typically true to her word, as well - being honest to a sometimes blunt and brutal degree. Roundabout speed, manipulation, and lying or dishonesty all often frustrate and agitate her - she greatly favors those who say it like it is, or otherwise have simple motivations like her own.
On top of such, Wrylia does have a soft spot for individuals who are like herself - fiery, willful, and desiring to truly prove their strengths and built upon them - especially if the individual in question is weaker. Though she'll still sometimes tease, prod, and push them around, she'll usually show them some respect and acknowledgement - and can often prove to be a reliable sparring buddy or rival if you are able to endear yourself to her in this way. That, and if you're able to endure her brutal fighting style.
Because on the battlefield, one thing is for sure; even if she doesn't look like a Saiyan at first glance, Wrylia is every bit as much of a warrioress as her heritage implies. Loud, tenacious, and brutal - her preferred tactics rarely ever involve keeping her distance from the enemy. She'll throw punches, she'll grapple them, she'll toss them around if the opportunity arises! However, she gets easily bored if she feels that her opponent doesn't challenge her enough - and in such cases, she'll often try to end the fight as quickly as possible just to get it over with (including going as far as just walking away, if she feels like it.)
As far as personal motivations and preferences go, Wrylia desires to be strong. To be top dog, and to become a warrior that people will fear and respect alike, as she stands strong on her own two feet. The idea of taking it slow and easy oftentimes leads to her becoming frustrated and pent up, and the only time she's ever idle is usually because she's already tuckered herself out with a good training session or a good fight. She can grow increasingly agitated if she is unable to let off some steam every once in awhile, and if her frustration gets strong enough, she'll oftentimes take her emotions out on objects, or the nearest person she can goad into a proper fight.
Outside of combat and thrills though, Wrylia enjoys the simple things more often than not. A good bed, good food, good drink - simple comforts are things that she can easily take pleasure in, especially if she feels as though she's earned it. She also enjoys warm climates and basking in the sun, as well as sharing a laugh and company with those she respects and considers to be her allies - sometimes even teasing them in a more good-natured fashion if she is in a humorous mood.
Background
Parentage: Dragon-Zoanthrope Mother, Saiyan Father // Childhood: Saiyan Mercenary Band
Current Occupation: Wandering Lone Mercenary
Wrylia was born to a Saiyan father and a Zoanthrope mother. Although if you asked Wrylia, she wouldn't be able to tell you much about her mother. Even today, she never really knew who her mother was, or where she had gone - not that she really cares. The only immediate relative in her life would be her father, though - and as far as family went, Wrylia's youth was spent amongst a band of independent Saiyans who lived the mercenary life. Wandering from planet to planet, from star to star... If you had the money, they were willing to do just about any job - mundane or questionable, safe or dangerous - without question. They prided themselves upon their strength, however - much like any Saiyan - and thus specialized in combat, intimidation, and bodyguard missions. Certainly not the sort of environment to raise a growing child in.
Wrylia's father made do, however - and often used the less dangerous missions as opportunities to train and test the draconic saiyan as she grew. And much to his satisfaction, she took to it like a fish took to water - proving to be an absolute hellion in combat, once set loose. Wrylia was unafraid to charge in face-first, to grapple and punch and bite and claw as she pleased - and as her strength rapidly grew, she'd even go so far as to use her very opponents as bludgeoning weapons against one another. She was a wild force, and she relished the excitement and adrenaline of combat - her saiyan blood on full display.
It was a shame, then, that some of her peers within the mercenary band did not see her as a fellow Saiyan. The only real features that tied her to them was the fact that she had a more humanlike appearance than her Zoanthrope mother supposedly did - but she did not have the dark hair and eyes, nor did she have a monkey-like tail. She could've just as much been mistaken for a hybrid of another race entirely, and no one would be any the wiser unless they tested her DNA, or saw her in her Oozaru form.
As a result, there were other Saiyans who thought of her as lesser - as an outsider. And they often made her the target of fights, in an attempt to prove themselves superior. Might makes right is often the creed of Saiyans, after all - and these mercenaries were no different. The strong made the rules, and the weak either followed - fought back - or left. This became increasingly apparent to Wrylia as she became a proper adult - and in response, her solution was to often be too aggressive or violent to be worth the trouble. She didn't care whose nose was broken by the end of the resulting fights - she was content to answer any slight with violence, and to goad others as a form of intimidation.
The weaker Saiyans knew what was coming for them, if they made a snide remark within earshot of her. And even the stronger Saiyans couldn't deny that she had spirit and drive like none other - even if she was a wild and uncontrollable beast. Wrylia, meanwhile, simply took satisfaction in being feared, if she couldn't be respected.
But eventually, things would change - and they changed violently. A job gone horribly wrong would result in a number of the mercenary band - including Wrylia's father - perishing in combat after wronging someone of greater power and influence. In the aftermath, the handful of remaining survivors would decide to depart - disbanding the mercenary band, and scattering to the solar winds to find new jobs for themselves. Left without proper direction, Wrylia would end up becoming a wanderer herself - acting as a lone mercenary to get by, going from place to place. Even after this upheaval in her life, however - one thing was for certain.
The desire for combat was still strong in her heart, and she was always looking forward to her next fight. To her next opportunity to become stronger, and something more. Something worthy of proper respect.
Miscellaneous/Trivia
Character Inspirations/Vibes: Kinkakumon from Digimon // Noi from Dorohedoro // Gebura from Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina // Tanya from Library of Ruina // Rajang from Monster Hunter // Broly // Red Queen from Restaurant to Another World
Voiceclaims/Ideas: Black Knight (Japanese) from Granblue Fantasy / Bullet (English) from Blazblue: ChronoPhantasma
Random Themes: Rajang (Intense Symphonic Metal Cover) by FalKKonE / Overdrive from JJBA Part 2 / Find Your One Way from Guilty Gear Strive / Shinryu's Theme from FF14: Stormblood / Floor of Language Battle from Library of Ruina
Wildwoman, Crazy Dragon Lady
Age: 20 // Gender: Female (She/Them) // Dialogue Color: #dcb43b
Original App
Appearance
Hair Color: Light Dusty Blonde w/ Darker Stripes // Eye Color: Vivid Slightly-Pink Red
Skin Tone: Tanned Olive w/ Slightly Paler Stripes // Scale Color: Vivid Gold w/ Bright Yellow Stripes
Height: 7'9'' // Bodytype: Large, Muscular, Built like a Brick Wall
For as strong as Wrylia's saiyan blood is, she doesn't exactly have the look of a Saiyan. Certainly, she is human-like and built strong at her base - but she lacks a lot of the distinctive or defining features that makes a Saiyan a Saiyan at first glance. In its place however, she has a number of bestial features that make her zoanthrope heritage - that of a dragon with tiger-like stripes - much more visible.
To begin, Wrylia is built like an absolute tank. Standing at 7'9'', she towers tall with a wide-set, powerful, and muscular build shaped from years of training and combat. Her hair - kept messily cut a few inches short - is a light dusty blonde with somewhat darker stripes. Her sharp eyes are a vivid slightly-pink red, with human-like pupils that can become reptilian thin slits in conditions such as bright light. Her skin is tanned olive, patterned both with scars as well as somewhat paler tiger-like stripes all across. Though omnivorous, her teeth are sharp like a predator's, and her fangs peek out from behind her lips - the lower set more prominent than the upper, giving the impression of a set of tusks.
For her more obvious draconic features, Wrylia has three pairs of horns along either side of the back of her head. The top pair are almost like an ox's, going backwards with a slight wave, before suddenly curling upwards. Then there are two smaller pairs of horns underneath them - evenly spaced down towards the back of her jaw, straight and short. She also bears a long and dexterous draconic tail, and large powerful wings - her scales being gold with yellow stripes, and the wing membrane a vivid crimson. These scales also cover her clawed hands and feet - reaching up to her elbows and knees - as well as along her spine and jaw. Her claws are often kept groomed short, to avoid catching on things - though remain sharp.
As far as outfits go, she is often seen in her usual mercenary garb - basic armor, painted golden to match her scales - although the armor is worn out, and the paint chipping away. Outside of her armor however, Wrylia favors reds, golds, and blacks to both match and contrast with her scales - something that she does take pride in. She doesn't dress frivolously otherwise, however - believing there are better things to spend one's money on than fashion or accessories.
Personality
Wild // Fight-happy // Fearless // Sailor's Mouth // Prideful // Brutally Honest // Throws her weight around
Fight-happy, tough, and quite the loudmouth, Wrylia has always grown up ascribing to the idea that might makes right. That the ones who are strong make all the rules - and that those who dislike it can suck it up and either toughen up, or leave. She tends to be a bit of a bully, in that she isn't afraid to throw her weight around wherever and however she pleases. She may push around smaller or weaker individuals with her size and strength, she'll tease them, and even prod or make verbal jabs at them.
Wrylia is also quite prideful, and prone to disregarding the commands or requests of those that she deems weaker than herself, unless otherwise interested. She chafes easily when being pushed and ordered around by someone who she believes she could punt into the sun. If she feels slighted, she often treats them as fighting words - being unafraid to respond to insults with either verbal jabs of her own, or anger and violence,
However, that being said, Wrylia nonetheless has some honor and loyalty to her. She dislikes fighting weaker individuals - albeit this is less out of benevolence, and more out of her oftentimes finding it boring. She dislikes using dirty tactics to get the upper hand, either - often looking down on those who rely on dagger-and-cloak type tactics. She is typically true to her word, as well - being honest to a sometimes blunt and brutal degree. Roundabout speed, manipulation, and lying or dishonesty all often frustrate and agitate her - she greatly favors those who say it like it is, or otherwise have simple motivations like her own.
On top of such, Wrylia does have a soft spot for individuals who are like herself - fiery, willful, and desiring to truly prove their strengths and built upon them - especially if the individual in question is weaker. Though she'll still sometimes tease, prod, and push them around, she'll usually show them some respect and acknowledgement - and can often prove to be a reliable sparring buddy or rival if you are able to endear yourself to her in this way. That, and if you're able to endure her brutal fighting style.
Because on the battlefield, one thing is for sure; even if she doesn't look like a Saiyan at first glance, Wrylia is every bit as much of a warrioress as her heritage implies. Loud, tenacious, and brutal - her preferred tactics rarely ever involve keeping her distance from the enemy. She'll throw punches, she'll grapple them, she'll toss them around if the opportunity arises! However, she gets easily bored if she feels that her opponent doesn't challenge her enough - and in such cases, she'll often try to end the fight as quickly as possible just to get it over with (including going as far as just walking away, if she feels like it.)
As far as personal motivations and preferences go, Wrylia desires to be strong. To be top dog, and to become a warrior that people will fear and respect alike, as she stands strong on her own two feet. The idea of taking it slow and easy oftentimes leads to her becoming frustrated and pent up, and the only time she's ever idle is usually because she's already tuckered herself out with a good training session or a good fight. She can grow increasingly agitated if she is unable to let off some steam every once in awhile, and if her frustration gets strong enough, she'll oftentimes take her emotions out on objects, or the nearest person she can goad into a proper fight.
Outside of combat and thrills though, Wrylia enjoys the simple things more often than not. A good bed, good food, good drink - simple comforts are things that she can easily take pleasure in, especially if she feels as though she's earned it. She also enjoys warm climates and basking in the sun, as well as sharing a laugh and company with those she respects and considers to be her allies - sometimes even teasing them in a more good-natured fashion if she is in a humorous mood.
Background
Parentage: Dragon-Zoanthrope Mother, Saiyan Father // Childhood: Saiyan Mercenary Band
Current Occupation: Wandering Lone Mercenary
Wrylia was born to a Saiyan father and a Zoanthrope mother. Although if you asked Wrylia, she wouldn't be able to tell you much about her mother. Even today, she never really knew who her mother was, or where she had gone - not that she really cares. The only immediate relative in her life would be her father, though - and as far as family went, Wrylia's youth was spent amongst a band of independent Saiyans who lived the mercenary life. Wandering from planet to planet, from star to star... If you had the money, they were willing to do just about any job - mundane or questionable, safe or dangerous - without question. They prided themselves upon their strength, however - much like any Saiyan - and thus specialized in combat, intimidation, and bodyguard missions. Certainly not the sort of environment to raise a growing child in.
Wrylia's father made do, however - and often used the less dangerous missions as opportunities to train and test the draconic saiyan as she grew. And much to his satisfaction, she took to it like a fish took to water - proving to be an absolute hellion in combat, once set loose. Wrylia was unafraid to charge in face-first, to grapple and punch and bite and claw as she pleased - and as her strength rapidly grew, she'd even go so far as to use her very opponents as bludgeoning weapons against one another. She was a wild force, and she relished the excitement and adrenaline of combat - her saiyan blood on full display.
It was a shame, then, that some of her peers within the mercenary band did not see her as a fellow Saiyan. The only real features that tied her to them was the fact that she had a more humanlike appearance than her Zoanthrope mother supposedly did - but she did not have the dark hair and eyes, nor did she have a monkey-like tail. She could've just as much been mistaken for a hybrid of another race entirely, and no one would be any the wiser unless they tested her DNA, or saw her in her Oozaru form.
As a result, there were other Saiyans who thought of her as lesser - as an outsider. And they often made her the target of fights, in an attempt to prove themselves superior. Might makes right is often the creed of Saiyans, after all - and these mercenaries were no different. The strong made the rules, and the weak either followed - fought back - or left. This became increasingly apparent to Wrylia as she became a proper adult - and in response, her solution was to often be too aggressive or violent to be worth the trouble. She didn't care whose nose was broken by the end of the resulting fights - she was content to answer any slight with violence, and to goad others as a form of intimidation.
The weaker Saiyans knew what was coming for them, if they made a snide remark within earshot of her. And even the stronger Saiyans couldn't deny that she had spirit and drive like none other - even if she was a wild and uncontrollable beast. Wrylia, meanwhile, simply took satisfaction in being feared, if she couldn't be respected.
But eventually, things would change - and they changed violently. A job gone horribly wrong would result in a number of the mercenary band - including Wrylia's father - perishing in combat after wronging someone of greater power and influence. In the aftermath, the handful of remaining survivors would decide to depart - disbanding the mercenary band, and scattering to the solar winds to find new jobs for themselves. Left without proper direction, Wrylia would end up becoming a wanderer herself - acting as a lone mercenary to get by, going from place to place. Even after this upheaval in her life, however - one thing was for certain.
The desire for combat was still strong in her heart, and she was always looking forward to her next fight. To her next opportunity to become stronger, and something more. Something worthy of proper respect.
Miscellaneous/Trivia
Character Inspirations/Vibes: Kinkakumon from Digimon // Noi from Dorohedoro // Gebura from Lobotomy Corporation/Library of Ruina // Tanya from Library of Ruina // Rajang from Monster Hunter // Broly // Red Queen from Restaurant to Another World
Voiceclaims/Ideas: Black Knight (Japanese) from Granblue Fantasy / Bullet (English) from Blazblue: ChronoPhantasma
Random Themes: Rajang (Intense Symphonic Metal Cover) by FalKKonE / Overdrive from JJBA Part 2 / Find Your One Way from Guilty Gear Strive / Shinryu's Theme from FF14: Stormblood / Floor of Language Battle from Library of Ruina