Post by "Taka" Sar on Oct 19, 2016 0:22:33 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Guts's Jawline
Password 2: Get Rekt
Type: Lunatic
Affiliation: None
Rank: Mercenary Rank 1
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-Basic Information-
Name: Sar Zaluu, "Taka"
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 4,104/18 when in Gigai
Birthday (Month/Day): 7/12
Blood Type: B Negative
RP Sample (Optional): Buttered Toast
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 6'3" Gigai (1'3" Plushie)/ 154 pounds Gigai (3 pounds Plushie)
Physical Description:
Sar's true form is....unimpressive. Miniscule. The epitome of nothing spectacular that any would find in an individual, specifically because of the fact that her true form is that of a simple...pill. A small sphere, no more than a few centimeters in diameter with a pure black color to her. While not unable to sense her environment she is featureless, markless, flawless, a perfect uninteresting sphere constructed to be as inconspicuous as possible. And indeed, in this most purest of forms, she is uninteresting.
Of course, when she finds herself in her Plushie she is quite the different story. A body won in a carnival game, one of the larger prizes at that, she stands at One foot three inches tall. She is avian in appearance and somewhat anthropomorphic. With a red belly of feathers and a cape-like set of wings that are jet black. She has a mask-like skull purple as the inside of her wings, a radiant violet that melds well with her dark color scheme. Piercing yellow eyes and a green tuft on her skull complete the look. Looking somewhat like a Mexican Wrestler, she actually loves this form, as it is very exciting and fits her personality, as such it is often in excellent condition as a result of the care for the toy she partakes in.
Upon the acquisition of her Gigai, Sar Zaluu's appearance takes on a similarly, if not equally, stunning appearance. Starting at the top, what is most immediately apparent is her set of piercing violet eyes , with irises that are both fierce and vertically slitted, they are incredibly unique and stand out spectacularly. Framed by a slightly dark shade of pink, that looks very slightly purple, these two features more than play off one another, making her visage exceptionally striking.
As for her face itself she has a sharp chin and rather fair skin, despite the stuff she puts her body through. Along with a bit of a small, sharp nose and slightly large ears, she has a very distinguishable face, often going so far as to intimidate or even charm those around her with her intense stare, a look she has on only sparsely so many find it to be a rare treat. Most of the time, that face is, in fact, quite relaxed in her everyday life. It is only when fighting that she gives a more fierce and stern look.
{Visage}
As for her physical form, Sar's body is relatively fit. In her pursuit of being a hero, she has managed to accrue quite a bit of muscle in her form. Fit, athletic, but thankfully not too herculean, Zaluu Sar has culminated a look of self-reliance and strength, without sacrificing agility by being too monstrous in her musculature. Even more, she has managed also to retain a considerably amount of curvature to her form thanks to the general bone structure she has formed. Although her body isn't quite exactly as her old body used to be, she does pride herself on coming close to it. {Form}
Generally speaking, Sar Zaluu has an INTENSE Aura. While she is a very nice person, she does tend to have something of a menacing aura about her. every inch of her form just exudes a confidence that many find intimidating, the way those piercing violet eyes can stare into your very soul. Not only that, but even despite her considerable bust (A whopping DD), her body is HARDLY voluptuous. From a mere glance, even despite her slight curves, she is a weapon. From the sharp bony edges of her elbows and wrists, to the firm muscle that accentuates her more softer features like defining highlights. Even if she isn't a normal cup of tea, most can't help but be, at the very least, drawn to look at her. What is perhaps most striking is that she is very tall, even among men she is on the taller side, striking a solid 6'3" in height, and with her somewhat broad shoulders (for a woman) she can cut quite an imposing figure, especially in competitions or other such events that she finds herself taking part in. She often tries to lessen this effect she has on people by shrugging her shoulders or leaning so that she is not at her full height, ensuring that she doesn't look QUITE as enormous as she might otherwise seem, as it has a tendency to make people uncomfortable around her.
Her usual outfit consists of a red track suit, although as of late she has gotten into wearing more formal attire. A Well-fitted suit or even a DRESS of all things have, shockingly, come to find their way onto the rather brutish and rugged woman. Somehow she does have a sort of awkwardness when wearing them. She doesn't quite seem as attractive wearing something cut and spiffy as she does just in her comfortable clothing, as such she greatly avoids wearing them, but from time to time as necessary, it comes to pass that she wears them.
However, her most FANTASTIC outfit is the secondary form she has for her... more unusual occupation: As a Hero. She will always keep her old Doll Form and uses it as a sort of disguise when she is fighting crime. Of course there will always bee a time when.... potentially, she comes to become a Giga. At that time, she has made a special costume. A Cape and hood, as well as a uniform underneath that is almost identical to her toy form.
Outside of her more heroic duties, she also has a much more... punkish attire. When operating under the name Taka, Sar typically will wear a much more intimidating outfit. While she retains the track pants she usually wears, she will also make a habit of wearing tight-fitting leather jackets and even give herself piercings from time to time, though mostly in her ears.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Country Music:
Honestly it seems so meloncholy and boring. While there ARE one or two songs that she has a penchant for listening to, most of country just leaves a bad taste in her mouth.
Overconfidence in Men:
Something about it just sours for her. While she has a bit of respect for men who have earned the respect that they tend to garner, some of them can lay it on way too thick, and plenty of experience with guys who overhype themselves has made it a bit of a hard task for most guys to impress her.
Poisoners:
A really sneaky way to go about things, she is actually a little paranoid of being poisoned someday.
Shinigami:
Not to say she won't be civil around them, but she has a very nasty idea of what shinigami are, especially because of what they did to her creator. That being said, it IS hard to hate them, especially given how nice the first one she met was. If only more of them were like him...
Large Breasts:
Yes she is aware that she has large breasts. But that doesn't mean that she has to like them. She had them when she had her old body, and while she did consider a reduction, it simply did not feel.... right. That said, she is far more fond of a more streamline physique, and will often envy women who have them.
True Mod Souls:
She is a little afraid of other Mod Souls. She feels... different. She is technically the same thing, but simply made by another, and as such she feels somehow as though they might not accept her. Thus, se does her best to avoid them.
Super Villains:
As a hero, she doesn't approve of villains that take on the task of wreaking havoc upon the world. One day, she dreams of forming a band of Superheros in order to ensure that the world is kept safe. But until then, powerful and evil beings will always be on her shit list.
The Police:
In addition to her duties as a hero, she also has some... less than legal obligations. As such she doesn't much like police, or those who have family as police. It presents too much of a risk to her and her charge, and if given the chance, she will often completely avoid these people.
Bounts:
Honestly the most problematic members of her little gang, often needing constant supervision, especially around the opposite sex. After an incident with her charge Oji, she has come to distrust this race, and even hates them. Though she is, at heart, a good person, she woudl not be opposed to letting a bount or six die if it meant saving others.
Cheaters:
Specifically in the races, after taking on the name Taka, she has had to deal with a large number of racers who thought themselves above the rules. And of course it became her duty to... discourage this behavior. Wether it was burning them on the grill of a hot engine, removing a fingernail or two, or just getting rid of them, she really hates having to deal with them.
Likes:
American Muscle Cars:
Sure she has an eye for overall performance, but something about the raw power behind some of these vehicles definitely appeals to Sar's inner daredevil. While it technically belongs to her gang, there is a Mustang that she frequently takes for a spin on many occasions.
Women:
Specifically women who remind her of her creator. Ever since the loss, she has never really gotten over losing her creator, and as such she has come to be rather attracted to women who share qualities with her original creator. Tall, dark hair, slim figures, fair skin. She feels safer around them and as such she has a number of members in her gang that have them.
Racing:
While she is primarily an organizer, she is not above participating in some of the races, and in fact she is rather good at racing in general. She herself, despite her skill, does not often wind up taking first place as she does prefer to use muscle cars as opposed to those with higher performance. The only exception to this is when she participates in drag races.
Mountain Dew:
the flavor mixes well with the carbonation. While sprite is a close second, she enjoys the kick she gets out of mountain dew just a bit more.
Humans:
She has a great affinity for humans and what they do. Since the one she cares about the most is a human, obviously the rest of the race does get some special treatment. That is... assuming they don't do too much to upset her or her operations.
Helium:
Having access to a large amount of it, Sar has developed somewhat of a habit of inhaling the stuff. Is it unhealthy? Probably. But who gives a shit? She's a stuffed animal, she can enjoy herself, go fuck yourself, don't you judge me.
The Spanish Inquisition:
She will never admit it, but she enjoys the meme to the extreme. She has quite a few versions of it on her phone and has always wanted to bust into a fight and take someone out, then deliver that time-honored line: "Nobody Expects the Spanish Inquisition!"
Flaws:
Being a Hero? Not Really: Anyone who brings up wether or not she is ACTUALLY a good person can easily get under her skin. Ironically this is rare because most who get on her bad side don't see her try to be a hero. But those who know her and happen to care about what she does with her life enough to see what she gets herself into can pretty easily hold it against her. She worries constantly that she isn't a hero, she's a villain. And it's hard to live with.
Never gonna see her Again: She wants to meet her creator someday. She wants to find out who wove her into existence, who gave her her purpose, and who was betrayed by the shinigami. Whats worst is that she KNOWS they died. She saw them. But she still wants to find that big red moon. She wants to find them, and at the very least... she wants to pay her respects. She'd do almost anything if it meant getting to see where she wound up...
A Lust for Violence: Despite being a self-proclaimed hero, she loves violence. Even it it's not her doing it, she does like to see 'justice' dolled out. Outright torture she just can't enjoy, but when it comes to a good beating? A nice bruising of the knuckles? A Solid smackdown? She loves it, and sometimes that effects her decision making skills when it comes to possibly avoiding a fight. Sometimes she'd rather just duke it out. Often she resorts to watching violent television when she has to try and be more diplomatic.
Stupid Love: She is incredibly dumb and foolhardy around people she really finds attractive, and is even WORSE around people she is infatuated with. Normally she is quite a competent thinker, and is even a strategist. But when she's around someone she really likes she just turns really dumb and brutish. She becomes a show-off, a big flexer. She doesn't think her brains are very sexy, so she tends to push them aside when she wants to win someone over. She is also a horrible flirt for people who like intelligence over brawn.
Habits:
An Absolute Slob: A little messy when it comes to her living quarters, she tends to just throw stuff on the floor. She doesn't have this habit as much when she is at work or doing something serious, but it can be a little obvious when she ignores a trash can and throws her garbage on the floor instead. It's kinda gross sometimes.
Fighting Crime.... just not her Own: A number of her gang's rivals have come to be visited by a mysterious caped crusader. Sar takes it upon herself fairly often to shut down operations that she learns about through her position as a gang leader and the orchestrator of street races. Of course, she does tend to make sure it doesn't hurt her business.
Smack the Butt: She's like a goddamn lockerroom goofball. Whether its congratulating a job well done, admiring someone else's work, or if she just fuckin feels like it. You can expect a nice little swat on your ass.
It was Funny, right Guys?: She makes jokes all the goddamn time. even when it's not super appropriate, she just snaps in a little jab. She is absolutely horrible and notorious for her one liners. One of her biggest goals is to die with a joke on her lips.
Fears:
Not being Funny: She is very concerned about not actually being funny. Not to others, she doesn't care about that. But she fears that one day she won't even be able to make HERSELF laugh. Comedy is her biggest comfort, and robbing her of that is the best way to make her afraid. In the face of everything she will always try to make herself laugh, no matter how dire a situation. It's honestly one of her only big coping mechanisms.
Getting Married: She hates the idea of committing to a single person. She has never understood the need to latch onto someone and keep them away from the rest of the world. It seems selfish and dumb to her. So the very idea of herself being similarly bound by tradition is actually rather scary for her. She can handle torture, but being forced to marry someone is horrifying to her sense of modesty as well as her self security.
Being Laughed At: She doesn't like it, and even though she can power through it, it can be pretty pathetic. Even in the middle of a fight, if someone were to laugh directly at her then she can easily be brought to the verge of tears, so she takes a lot of precautions in order to be taken seriously.
Goals:
Keep Oji Safe: Her greatest goal is to ensure that Oji is safe... not only from the world, but from herself. She knows that she is going down a bit of a dark path, especially what with the races and the gang activity. She doesn't fear the first one so much as the second, she feels like at some point all of this is going to lead to Oji's demise, if she can keep him alive until the natural end of his life, she'll be satisfied.
Find the Corpse of her Creator: Should be easy right? Seeing as she turned into a giant blood-red moon. But it's still quite an undertaking, figuring out where it is she went, and GETTING there. She just.... she just wants to find her Creator's grave and pay her final respects.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Overall Personality:
A very enthusiastic woman, at first look she might seem a little violent. She seems to relish in her own physical fitness, her own ability to take on others around her. But what is most stunning about her personality is her absolute self-indulgence. She can almost always be seen enjoying herself. Be it making jokes, having fun, partying, running races, starting bets. Even if these cost her money, time, and a lot of energy, she is always down for a good time. Well, almost always.
She can most oten be found smiling, or at least with an idle smirk to herself. It's not too often you find her losing her smile, and even when she has to do some unpleasant things to a person she usually keeps on smiling, even if she isn't smiling on the inside. It's important to her, it seems, that she always keep an upeat attitude. Even in the face of dire personal tradgedy, she can be found with a joke on her lips in order to, at the very least, cheer HERSELF up. As such it can often be a bit depersonalizing and jarring to those who do not know her very well.
Most times she has an air of casualness about her. She doesn't usually tense up and even if she catches someone doing something she doesn't like she rarely looks anything but pleased about it. She is slow to anger, but very quick to retaliate. With a strong sense of justice it can be a little hard to be comfortable around her if you don't have a very clean record. Ironic considering she often indulges in illegal activities, or at the very least orchestrates the breaking of the law in others. Especially when it comes to stealing or taking what isn't hers with... questionable permissions.
She is, lastly but not leastly, an enormous flirt. even if she isn't all that into the other person, if there are some pleasant aspects to an individual's personality or appearence then she will shamelessly and incessantly hit on them, jokingly or otherwise. The absolute WORST of these attitudes is in the fact that on rare occasions she will try to recite poetry, but in the end it usually devolves into very bad rap. She has however, on occasion, managed a decent verse or two, but these aren't very common. That said she can become very bold if someone laughs with her in her attempts. but she can become VERY shy and worried if someone were to laugh AT her. Laughter is very important to her in general, not only how it is done, but when it is done.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style:
Zaluu Sar is an absolute coward. Perhaps in not the usual way. She doesn't fear injury or really death. But she understands that there is an aspect of herself that she can't quite control. When in battle, she fights erratically, boisterously, without her technique being in play, she generally takes a considerable amount of time to boast and goad at her opponent, cracking jokes and even flirting a little here and there. This is her natural state of general fear. Fear for her own manic tendencies as she does her best to keep her own urges in check. she is very liable to be reckless, but will also be afraid of taking hits, often going through incredible lengths to try and avoid a fatal hit, and often possibly even crippling herself in the process.
While she is capable of a wide array of martial arts, she doesn't actually have any discipline or focus in many of them. So much in fact that despite her dabbling in so many, she has no real style of her own, but because of this dabbling she honestly couldn't consider herself a streetfighter. At one point she resolved to try and consolidate her knowledge into her own martial art, but has never been successful in these ventures. What has resulted is a very spastic, sporadic, and very unwieldy fighting style that relies a lot on luck and snap decisions as opposed to most types of foresight or planning beyond frantic adaptation.
This however tends to change if she feels she is in dire straights, or if something important to her is threatened. At this point she will often use her power. Through the use of this power, she tends to employ diversionary, and even destructive tactics, destrying as much of the environment as possible, making the battlefield as messy and irregular as she possibly can, mainly in order to allow her to utilize her ability. Stealth. If at any time she can manage to have her opponent lose sight of her, she immediately intends to capitalize on it. Using her ability to remain hidden, she makes it a point to inflict an incredible amount of damage to her target in as little a time as possible.
In this sort of situation is is very common for her to spend lengthy periods of time observing her target in an attempt to look for a proper opening. Of course for some opponents it doesn't take her very long, but when the chips are down she is an incredibly patient person, and her abilities not being reliant too much on a sort of hard time limit make it possible for her to wait out her opponent and strike when it is, hopefully most opportune. Her primary weapon in this manner is usually to use Kigen in order to misdirect a target before launching her proper attack, and this tactic combined with the incredible difficulty one usually has when trying to sense her makes it incredibly effective despite it being such a simple tactic.
Technique:
Shine Sar (New Moon)
Iris, Zaluu's creator, named her with care. Zaluu Sar (or Young Moon) was given as a name given to her as a promise, that the sky would be given a new moon. Whenever Zaluu is engaged in combat, her eyes glow slightly and she goes into a state in which she is empty, dark, and shrouded. The moon is gone from the light and cannot be seen easily. In this state, Sar's Light Aura is considered 0 and her dark Aura is considered 100 (but this does not give her the benefits she would normally get from having it, as it is purely aesthetic).
This technique revolves around the power of a New Moon, one almost invisible in the night sky, yet still subtly influences those around them. Specifically, in keeping herself hidden. Despite it's name, her technique actually works similarly to a black hole as it keeps various aspects of her presence hidden by compressing it along the silhouette of her body, in a sort of Spiritual Event Horizon. Regardless of the level being used, all of her abilities are mitigated and controlled by her stealth stat and her opponent's anti-stealth stat. Her ability eliminates the effectiveness of Senses and ES in being able to find her. When she reaches new thresholds necessary to sense her, these requirements apply retroactively to lower levels.
Levels:
Level 1:
At the first level, this ability allows Sar to, at base level, keep her personal presence hidden. Passively, this level reduces the sound she makes to zero when active, and keeps her own body and personal effects from making noise, making her effectively incapable of being heard. This occurs as the 'gravity' of her soul causes sound to warp and mold around her body. As such the sound that would normally be given off, simply travels along her skin. This gives her a tremendous leg-up when it comes to remaining hidden as it eliminates the enemy's ability to use senses to detect her. However, while high senses cannot detect her (as there is no sound for them to pick up on), those with a high mental processing power CAN notice the distinct LACK of sound. As such, individuals with high Instinct can notice this 'sound void' and understand what it is. At least 300 Instinct will allow an individual to notice her general direction and 350 will allow them to pinpoint her exact location.
This level has no limit to duration when it is activated and has no reiatsu cost. During this state she is effectively mute. She herself cannot contribute to the sound burst that is inflicted upon targets, but rather this consists of any ambient noise that occurs around her (explosions and the like).
Level 2:
At the second level, Sar's technique effects not only the sound she makes, but the light that bounces off her. Her soul's 'Gravity' increases it's effectiveness and in addition to keeping sound from escaping her, light also ceases to escape her form, but is simply redirected a round it. This does not actually make her invisible, but simply causes her to become dark, and thus very hard to spot in shadowy areas. The light becomes trapped around her form, and similar to her first level, if she touches something it is suddenly subjected to the trapped light and sound. Unlike level 1, this requires a reiatsu cost to activate. The ability costs 25 reiatsu per post.
Level 3:
At the third level, Sar's technique extends to physical material. By activating this level, Sar can not only mold light and sound around her body, but physical material as well. Any material she comes into contact with and that she has at least a 25% stat superiority to can be drawn to the space along her skin, allowing her, with sufficient superioriority, to walk through physical materials without leaving a trace. If she attempts this on a target that has too much os, she'll simply walk into it like it was a solid object. Cost 200 reiatsu to activate this ability, last for 6 posts. Parts of a release may not be effected by this level. The material she is shifting through also cannot be alive.
Level 4:
At the fourth level, Sar's Level 3 increases in efficiency but doesn't expand on it's stealth capabilities. This level lasts for eight posts and still only costs 300 reiatsu. The material she is shifting through cannot be alive. Instinct requirement to sense her increases from 350 to 400.
Level 5:
At the fifth level, Sar finally manages to add another level of this ability to remain hidden. At this level, not only is she capable of concealing her sound, her light, and traces of her passing, but she can also suppress the release of her reiatsu. By trapping the traces of her reiatsu and keeping them from escaping her body, she can spiritually silence the use of techniques so long as they do not involve expelling reiatsu from her body, allowing her to be physically and spiritually undetectable except in spiritually expulsive circumstances(Firing a cero-type tech will still be noticed, but not stepping techs). This level costs 250 reiatsu to activate and lasts for eight posts.
The Instinct necessary to sense Zaluu increases to 450. However, it does not allow them to sense expendature of Reiatsu, as there is no ambient reiatsu to notice a void of.
Level 6:
At the Sixth level, this stealth ability finally expands significantly. Any technique, even if it ejects reiatsu from her body will carry the Phasing effect of her Mod Soul Tech,allowing it to move through materials without damaging it if she has spiritual superiority (If it phases, it does no damage to the object). The exception to this is that it cannot slip through part of a release. This level costs 400 reiatsu to activate and lasts for 6 posts. She cannot use her technique to pass through incoming reiatsu attack without 75% offensive superiority. This requirement drops by 25% for every class of inferiority the incoming attack has.
At this level, the necessary instinct needed to detect Zaluu sar or her projectile techniques despite her stealth increases to 500.
Level 7:
At the Seventh and final level, Sar perfects her ability to become a walking shadow. With this level she only requires a 75% superiority in offensive stat for her projectile-reiatsu techniques to slip through a target, and her own body can shift through material with simple offensive superiority. In addition she can now slip through living creatures without injuring or otherwise effecting them. This does however require a 50% offensive stat superiority if the target is non-consenting. When it comes to incoming attacks, she requires a 25% superiority to allow the attack to phase through her. This requirement drops by 25% for every class of superiority she has over the incoming attack.
This level costs 600 reiatsu to perform, and lasts for 6 posts until refresh is required, or cessation.
At this level, the necessary instinct needed to detect Zaluu sar or her projectile techniques despite her stealth remains Increases to 550.
Mod Giga Technique: Giga is lame.
Levels:
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-History-
Birthplace: Soul Society
Current Residence: World of the Living
Memorable Figures:
The Storm: Susanoo. The man who had forged a weapon from her original body. While Sar does not exactly know him, she has met him, and he played a fairly big part in her life.
The Mother: Her creator, slain by shinigami and sealed within some desolate wasteland she did not recognize, taking the form of a red, bloody moon.
Zan Taylow: The young boy to whom she was given. For whom she was given a body. A young Fullbringer who she is sworn to protect.
History: [Place below.]
Sar never once considered herself special. Through the many ages gone by, through all of strife that had come and gone, through thick and thin, she always found that in the end, nobody is really all that special. Individuality is merely a fixation on the singular, with an ignorance of the big picture.
There is always another monster.
Always another God.
These were the words that her creator imparted to her deep in the depths of the earth. A woman whose beauty to this day, Sar envies. A woman whose hair shone like the starriest of nights. Whose eyes shone like the brightest of diamonds. Whose skin was like smooth ice along the surface of a pond. And so very long ago, she looked so very different. A Soul not unlike ones found in the world of the living. Her creator told her that she was made with a purpose, that there was something she had to prevent, some horrible dream she had to unmake. And that a man she knew was going to try and destroy what she cherished most.
It was with these words that Sar was allowed to grow. Not like a calf or a young babe, but like a flower. she was kept far away from everything else, given warmth and love by her creator. For many years Sar knew nothing but happiness. She was often allowed to wander up to the surface now and then, and would visit the human children in their dreams, for her creator told her that it was their dreams that were the sweetest and most precious. Night after night, Sar would visit the human children, she would learn o f the many things that they wished for as they grew, the people they wanted to hold close, and the world they hoped to create when it was their time.
It was in this way that she was taught to love humans.
After a while however, they no longer visited the dreams of the young and hopeful. But instead they visited the nightmares of men and women. In these hellish scapes, and twisted worlds, Sar saw the horrors of what it was that humans feared, what it was that made them bend and break. Night after night, her maker made her witness how man could be unmade by his own fears, and in the rarest of cases, reforged by them. Sar was saddened even then. Many times she begged her maker to let her go back to the children, to the happy dreams and loving days. But out of kindness, and sadness, her master refused. She insisted that this was necessary.
It was in this way that she was taught to pity humans.
As the years went on, Zaluu learned many things about humans, and with every lesson she came to understand more and more about her Creator. So one fateful day, when her creator came to her with a task, she was only too willing to answer her call. Through the light of a doorway, her creator brought Zaluu to a strange place with a strange energy. And she was introduced to a man. A man who called himself Susanoo. She was told that he would come to be of great importance, that he needed a weapon to call his own, and that for that weapon, he needed a body with which to craft it. Her body.
Of course at first Zaluu protested. Give up her body to forge a weapon for this man? It was preposterous. Calling out to her creator, she begged to know why she was being cast aside. But with patience and grace, her creator explained. While her body was going to be given up for the sake of the man's weapon, her spirit would not be forsaken. He did not need a soul, just the body. She would be freed from her physical form and would live in the care of her creator until a suitable form could be made for her. One far superior to her old body, as a reward for her sacrifice. And while she did not feel certain about this promise, she did so love her creator, and thus gave her body to the man so that he might have a weapon.
He thanked her, and while he himself did not know the purpose that her creator had in store for him, he promised that one day he would repay her. And so she lost her physical form, and her spirit was given to her creator and kept in a jar. And while the man left with his new weapon, her Creator smiled to her and thanked her for her sacrifice. And, as she promised, the woman began to wander this strange spiritual world, in search of a newer body for her creation. But for all of her power and wisdom, for all of her beauty and grace, she was not strong. And before long, a great many men appeared before her and her creator, barring their passage.
"Move Aside" her creator had said, and with her words she sowed warmth through those presence. "I am here to seek a body for my little light. I do not want trouble." And even in her spiritual form, she could feel how compelling her creator was. Her very voice made the air swoon, and the clouds above seemed to shake with the beauty of her words alone. Surely, thought she, the men would let them pass without pause. But the men before them would not be swayed. They were men of greed and lack of passion or empathy. The men before them were reapers, the carriers of souls. But more importantly, they were nobles. And their hearts were closed to reason or charity beyond their own gain.
In a long and bloody battle, the men took down Zaluu's creator. Before her very mind she sensed the end of her creator, and without a second thought, the men took Zaluu. And as the men carried her away, she saw the air rip apart around her creator. And in the darkness of the void, she saw a vast wasteland. and as the body of her creator faded, she saw a moon appear in those desolate skies. A moon bleeding red with pain and sorrow. The last she would ever see of her beloved creator.
For many long years, the dark men locked her away. They did not seem to have a use for her, she was just a fake spirit. A spirit created not by the union of souls, but by a singular soul, crafting her body. They studied her for many long years, but could not find a way to make anything like her. So they considered her useless, and kept her sealed away. Sealed until one day, one woman DID find a way to make beings like Sar. One day, there came to be beings that, like her, had been crafted by pure artifice, by the sweat of the dark men's brows. And it was at that time that they came upon her and sought to give her a choice.
She no longer had a place to exist. She was but a small soul, and she had no purpose with her creator gone, and their work replicated, improved. Originally, the decision had been to destroy her, like they had her maker. But not all of the reapers thought similarly. They argued that while they had created beings similar, Zaluu was still unique. As it turned out, the man to whom she had given her body had become a legend. In the hundreds of years of imprisonment, he had come to be well known, and though he had vanished, she was an artifact, proof of the man's existence. She was a piece of history they very much did not want to forget.
So she could be destroyed. Or she could be preserved. In a tiny sphere. A pill. They even promised her a body. they promised her a life. They promised her freedom. She would need only to accept this transition, and consent to be... torn. While they had managed to seal her, she was still a bit too powerful for them to be letting loose. So they would come to a comrpomise. They would drain her of her strength, her power, and using that piece of her soul, create a monument to the man to whom she had given her body. And in exchange, the rest of her would be sealed in a pill, and like any artificial soul, she would be released.
She accepted. And contrary to what she had been told. For every intent and purpose, she was intended to be destroyed. DESPITE the greatness of their discovery, certain...morality issues had arisen with the artificial souls. She, along with every artificial soul that had ever been created, would be destroyed. But of course... this was not to be. The reapers failed to destroy their own creations. And in much the same way, they failed to destroy Zaluu Sar. Amongst all of the havoc zurrounding the incident of the mod souls, she, and so many others like her, were lost. And of all places, she found herself on earth once more.
In a sleepy little town, her pill fell like a star. And of all people, she was found by a little boy. Excited, the little boy took her pill and showed it to his mother. He was excited that he had found a little meteor. Of course, his mother, had been making a special doll for her son. She had been crafting a little warrior to protect her dearest child, and saw opportunity. Retrieving the doll, she opened it's chest, and as the young boy watched, she planted Zaluu's pill within it's body, and sewed it back up. And then she chanted, using her own power to (she thought) make the doll come to life. The woman was a fullbringer, and believing in her own power, sought to make but a simple companion for her son. But Zaluu was already at work. In the span of a moment, she reached out with her soul, and possessed the little warrior.
For the first time in a long time Zaluu Sar had a purpose. With her creator long gone, she was with.... nothing. She was just a little soul that had failed to be destroyed. But now... she was a guardian. And puffing out her little chest, she declared to both mother and child her name, she declared to them both that on her life, she would protect the young man. She would be his hero. She would be his guardian. She would be his angel.
And for a long time she was. She protected him, watched him grow, and before her very eyes, this tiny human became a handsome young man. But he did not always stay out of trouble. He often got into fights with the other children, children who obviously she couldn't protect him from. Things only got worse as he grew up, and when he was in highschool he started to get desperate. In an attempt to gain popularity, the young man attempted to get into illegal streetracing. However, soon after hs involvement, the police department shut down one of the major hosts of the races. Without funding, the races slowed to a crawl. There were rare races now and then, but it was slowly fading into the background. She watched Oji (not the boy's name, but the one he called himself when he was racing, a name he would eventually legally change his name to in time) struggle to retain himself. And so.... she decided to intervene.
Once a superhero, she realized that she would have to stray a little from the path of good. She started to.... partake in less than legal actions. But she couldn't do everything herself. She was just a stuffed animal after all. So she took up an alias. "Taka" or Hawk. Using this alias, she orchestrated a few... less than legal robberies. A few... investment decisions later, and she had enough money to begin funding the races again. Though to her surprise, once things got going, making money off the races was actually fairly easy. Refusing to pocket even a cent of the money that came from the races, all of the profits went right back into the project. And as a result she began making quite a lot of money. Her Ohi was back on the scene. And through some of her new underlings, she convinced Oji to let her sponsor him. Before long he had a better car, the best. And with a lot of coaching, he was one of the best racers she had.
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Ironically, her doll form has come in handy a number of times when she has attempted to evade the cops. Thanks to her mod soul form, she has evaded capture and built enough of an infrastructure to keep herself, as well as Oji, well protected. She even began spreading to other areas outside of her initial place of operation. Nara, Tokyo, ect. However she soon grew to have an appreciation for locations with very few police. While it was out of the way and required a bit more gas for her racers, her competition always fell flat, and in the end, everyone came to The Hawk's races. With the increase in money coming in, it didn't take long for her group to begin picking up spiritual members. In fact, it wasn't long before she began recognizing that Oji was exhibiting the signs of being a fullbringer.
Through her underlings, namely a very trusted Quincy by the name of Tsusaji, she ensured that Oji controlled these new powers properly. The first time that she ever interfered with a spiritual being's growth. And it turned out rather... nicely. She found that having the spiritually aware around her actually helped, and before she knew it... she found herself exposing her new form to her followers. And despite her nervousness, they more than accepted her. The little streetracing gang she had started was growing, flourishing. The fact that she was a doll didn't matter. They were making money. They were growing in strength, and nobody was going to stop them.
Not if the Hawk has anything to say about it.
