Nera Rhapsody
"Who the Hell Do You Think I Am!?"
DJ High Tides or High Vibes
Little Miss Drop the Bass
Biographical Information
Age: 20
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Affiliation: Pirate
Primary Occupation: Minstrel
Secondary Occupation: Weapons Master
Biological Information
Physical Appearance: Your basic human. A young woman standing at a total of five feet, nine inches and just peeking at a weight of a hundred and eighty pounds. Body thin and curvacious but lean with tone in places such as the arms, legs and chest. Skin a medium tanned complexion. Hair is a royal blue color with a style that spikes up in the front and progressively get's straighter and more smooth in the back. The length reaches down well beyond the shoulders and a little beyond the waist. Eyes are a unique crimson red hue that often make them a little intense to look into. In different locations across the body a continues flow of tribal based tattoos can be seen. Almost covering every available inch with few exceptional places. Clearly female in every sense of the word though touched upon by masculine influences. There is a clear balance between two in overall presentation.
Outfit Description: General outfit of choice is comfortable and functional. Consisting mainly of a set of pants, cape, shades, and sandals. The pants worn are made of a very loose fitting fabric material. So much so that if they were not held on by a belt they would hit the floor very easily. They are of simple design, red on black with a flair out at the bottom of each leg. The flair being complimented by two red circles. They are held up by a white belt that resembles a traditional karate style addition when tied and worn. A red material cape is the only other proper piece of clothing included. Long in length, it can easily span and cover the entirety of Nera's body. It is decorated with a skull face on center of the backside as well as a flame-like patten that follows along the bottom and adorned with two gold plated chains in the front that hold it closed by the neck. Against strong winds it produces a wild fluttering effect purely due to it's design and thickness. The sandals are a set of traditional wooden style that are shaved down to be a little lighter than normal. This is to allow smooth movement and speed while in use. The shades are completely made from tinted glass with a fairly thin frame on the inside to allow them to stay in place. They are quite an oddity as far as shape and size are concerned, resembling two really pointed triangles stuck together in the centre and the sharpest of points spreading out to either side of the head. Tinted reddish orange color, they take up a majority of the upper face when worn. For anything else that isn't covered by some kind of clothing but requires so. Wrap bandages are used instead. This is seen in distinctly two place such as the cleavage and arms. Each are wrapped around several times and at a tight but safe pressure.
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Color: Royal Blue
Skin Tone: Medium Tan
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 180 lbs
Tattoo: [Example 1] [Example 2] [Example 3]
Tattoos of tribal design and resemblance cover almost every inch of Nera’s body. However the ones from the waist up are generally the only visible ones, during the day that is. Upon closer inspection the vast collection of tattoos are found located on the shoulders, arms, chest, waist, and back. There are a few unseen located on the thighs and legs that are of similar size and shape as the ones on the arms.
Personal Information
Personality: Young, wild, and free. Nera is an overdramatic spirit in some of the truest senses. With an expression for words and an ego to match. She's a hyper active meets hipster type of individual. Considered to be too cool to be phased in her own mind. That is until something truly lights a spark from within whether good or bad. The emotions and reactions that follow soon after are set into full swing with little to no filter or limit. When she's happy, she's ecstatic. When she's mad, she furious. Any emotion is generally carried out to an interesting extreme and there are rarely any in betweens. In general she's a fun loving type of girl who seeks good times and adventures whenever possible. Hates being bored for any reason which often makes work time difficult to tolerate when she is involved. Though even through all the nonsense, when she's tasked with an objective. She strives to get it done with extreme determination as to avoid disappointing her superiors and fellow crewmates. It rare that she's ever lets something get her down for long periods of time. Through all the cockiness and boisterous bravado, Nera has a strong devotion to to supporting and defending those closest to her such as family and friends. Often going out of her way to fearlessly protect them with everything she is capable of. Highly charismatic on and off the battlefield, she can be noted for trying to inspire those around her and more times than not succeeding in doing so. When approached by someone with trust she is able to have a more calm demeanour and reveals a slightly more insightful side. Her insane nature usually keeping hidden this sense of true intelligence. Though known as being one of "unlimited stupidity" she can display some level of common sense. Very much perverted, she attempts to add a sense of "gentlemen's class" when engaging in flirtation with people, especially women. When attempting to tease or make jokes, the use of music based puns are common. A quirk of her personality influenced by her musical background and lifestyle.
Likes:
+ Flirting
+ Attention
+ Almost Everyone
+ Bass Heavy Music
+ Musical Instruments
+ Parties and Social Events
Dislikes:
- Denial
- All Work and No Play
- People Being Self Doubting
- Waiting Long Periods of Times
Motivations:
+ To travel the world
+ To earn a worthy reputation
+ To enjoy life and it’s gifts to the fullest
+ To be a valuable support to both friends and crew
( Bonus: To give the world the sickest bass drops )
Fears:
- Dying Young
- Major Responsibilities
- Disappointing those that are important
Lineage Information
Inner Lineage: Pump Up the Jam
Living by the quote of "my creativity is my true weapon", the effects of Nera's sound based attacks can either be amplified and or debuffed through the influence music being played at any given time. Elements such as baselines and tempo are specific keys to achieving this. The higher the tempo and intensity of the beat the more effective the sound wave becomes. However this is balanced by a decrease in concentration which effects overall accuracy. This works vice-verca in opposition. The slower the tempo and intensity the more concentrated the attack becomes but the power takes a decrease instead. This allows her passion to become her greatest support when needed.
Outer Lineage: Heart of Affliction
Emotions fuel you, emotions are what make you powerful and yet, you become just as dangerous as your empowerment. You may be more unstable, you may experience anger and sadness and all that jazz, but you can truly be a weapon of passion. You care for others normally, or you hate others just as equally. You have the heart of afflictions, for your emotions have turned the tides of your fate and the fate of other's. This gives you the power to bring out the emotions of others, to allow them to express themselves more easily. You influence others to care or hate, it all depends on what you feel on the inside. At the same time, of those too heavily afflicted by emotion, you may drain their emotion into your own mind...at a risk of sanity.
Devil Fruit Information
Fruit Type: Oto Oto no Mi (Sound-Sound Fruit) [Logia Class]
Fruit Function: Functions of the Oto fruit include mastery levels of sound wave manipulation. To the extent of being able to replicate and essentially control elements able to produce varied types of sound waves. This allows the user to naturally create sound waves that cause various effects and even go as far as to become a physical entity of sound itself.
Writing Sample
- Spoiler:
- "Violence. Destruction. The hell do they think this place is? Their personal playground?" To this humble person's disgust. That was no farther from the unfortunate truth. This place, once not only her home but the domain of her rule, had become torn in a matter of moments. Being drained by the tempted touch of corruption which slowly seeped to the core with every second that ticked away before them. Space Paranoids had been taken, seized from her control. By a man who, no less now stood fighting on it's digital grounds. Not that she could blame him. The accountability of her leadership had amounted to nothing more than mediocre attempts to boost her pride and on the very rare occasion a beneficial agreement between other worlds against opposing threats. Regardless, nothing too noteworthy in her reign to mention. Even through all her pride, and all her needs to protect the digital world and it's people. This humble person amount to more than nothing than big talk but with no real action. So in end, when it came time to bow down to the man who wanted nothing more than the world for his own purpose. She was more than 'happy' to oblige him and step down. With knowledge that she couldn't defeat him even if she had given it an honest effort. And it had been on that sourest of notes that she had turned her back and taken leave. Not to be seen by any searching spirit or restless set of eyes. Not even to be heard on the wind as passing news. Just up and gone without a single trace. Failure strong in her mind, and nothing but her own nagging conscience to torture her for the rest of her days. While she lie restless in a lost clouded corner of the server. Drowning in her self caused defeat.
Or at least that had been the plan. For months at a time this wandering soul had harbored no attempts to return to the confines of the main hub. She had given herself no means, no needs, no points to return to the central part of the dedicated system. As far as she was concerned, she was an unimportant, undetected spec on the fluctuations of the system link. Not even worth a second glance at the distance she had placed herself from the rest of the server's programmed community. In all honesty. She hadn't wanted anyone to find her in the state she was in. Both mentally and physically. Her mind had made itself come undone through such abundance of self doubt and hatred. With it her body felt drained of any and all vital energy. As if she would have rather laid down, rolled over, and rot there on the floor of her little piece of the digital world. She more than likely would have. If she hadn't given herself another chance. As she always did. There comes a point, in any version of existence where one merely get's tired of dumping on themselves for so long. Caving themselves away from all signs of what they were once accustomed to. This was no exception by any means. She was growing tired of this never ending cycle of disappointment and self imprisonment, to put it bluntly. Why suffer for something that was long since past. There would be no answer, just a norm she was accustomed to. This was how it always resulted with almost any and all serious failures in her life. But it was time to rise up from that. She was better than this. And she knew it deep within her empty being. It was time to get up off her ass and do something. Even if it meant to leave the comfort of her sanctuary here. Here in a world that she felt more alive in than she could ever ask for. It was time to move on. Even if it meant leaving behind Space Paranoids for awhile. And besides, it was never too far away if she every needed to return for any reason.
Such a decision is why she stood here now. Watching the clashing individuals fight against one another in a bloody brawl to keep the digital realm from being totally corrupted. Her narrowed emerald hues scanning each maddening character in the crowd carefully. Some she recognized instantly. Others she didn't. Some clearly fighting to protect, others for total control, and some who appeared to be there for their own interests or gains. She continued to watch, every swing and every blow. Most missing with precise accuracy. Only some actually making contact. And even though she was no longer the MCP, she could feel the inner workings of the system weeping in agony with every inch of corruption that continued to spread across the land. It set her body on edge, her mind rampant with thoughts of varying degrees, and her 'feelings' as false as they were on a ever strong frenzy between angry, confused, and somewhere in between. Not that she would allow herself to show it. Such a sensitive display would prove pointless at such a moment like this. The more concerning matter right now was how to approach this situation. Regardless though, one thing was for sure. She had heard the digital world's call for help and she wasted little to no time answering it. The Eternal Flame was here and ready to lay down some justice for the system. Axis had finally returned and was just waiting for a reason to start something.
Appearing from around a corner, a steady pace in her stride. Her black leather boots produced a gentle rhythmic tapping against the solid ground. Which in end was nothing more than documented code and pixels. Axis emerged from what felt like seemingly no where. Her fully white outfit accented by the gleam of neon green light not only in the lines which trailed along it but also slightly in her emerald eyes. They too glowed with clear intensity. Almost as if the glow was a flame burning ever brightly. In her case would not be all that surprising. Axis could be passionate when she wanted to be and when she needed to be. And this could qualify as one of those times. This was here home, her sanctuary. And she be damned if she would let any one, man, human, or creature. Didn't matter who or what it was. They would not take this from her. Over her dead body would she let this world fall to corruption. Perhaps she would have to pay a visit to the MCP after this. Ask exactly why the system was becoming a nightmaric playground for a power hungry entity that had more powers than him apparently. Little did Axis realize, Etzolix was no longer the reigning MCP. Although that didn't matter right now. What did, was that there was someone playing manipulation with Space Paranoids. And whoever that was, was going to regret even trying. No matter who they were.
Axis continued towards the madness taking place before her. Her footsteps confident, her spirit determined. A disapproving look on her face. As she did so her right hand took up a pre posed grip. What seemed to be tiny sparks started to flash here and there. Within seconds these sparks gave way to brilliant flames which engulfed the entirety of her hand. After which the flames dispersed immediately and from them emerged a blade made entirely of polished, interwoven metal. Strong, sturdy, nicked in places from experiences. Flames burning brightly from the actual blade itself. Dancing wildly as if to be in sync with Axis' inner most feelings. She had summoned to her hand her Ignited Soul keyblade and proved that she was ready to take on the opposition. Once the blade was steady and firm in her hand Axis made no attempts to hold back on anything. Rushing into the crowd with caution, she darted to the side of the first person she could reach. Which to her surprise was Azmot. Her mind went amuck with more confusion as her eyes met with familiar faces who appeared to be on the defending side. Azmot, Cool, Etzolix, and was that? Yima too? All these people she knew in one way or another. Gathered here in battle. Just what the hell was going on was lost to her entirely. But there was clearly no time to try and figure out. For now she would have to fight first and ask questions later.
"Well, well. Looks like you could use a hand here little Azy." Even though she was furious as to what was taking place here, Axis let slip a smug smirk across her lips as she glanced over at Azmot briefly, saying this to him suddenly. Azmot, a man to whom Axis was well acquainted with but did not entirely appreciate in more ways than one. Although Azmot had never given any true reason for Axis to dislike him as much as she. She just couldn't help it. There was something about him that gave her the vibe that she wanted nothing to do with him. But regardless of that vibe, there had been several times in the past where she had no choice but to bump into him and otherwise have to work with him. Right now, apparently it was happening again. She just couldn't escape him. Hence why it was going to be one hell of a moment once she found out that he is the new MCP. But all in good time. Right now there was a battle to focus on and a world to save. Typical 'day in the life of' kind of stuff. Time to get serious. While Cool and Azmot took to the offensive with the obvious intruder. Axis examined Flux carefully. "Who's this ass clown?" So this was the guy that was messing with Space Paranoids. Seemed like a rotten jerk to be quite honest, someone who was definitely full of themself. But then again what villain didn't appear like this in most similar situations. Raising her blade to a readied position in front of her. Axis continued to watch Flux carefully, waiting for her chance to strike when necessary.