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Jul. 20th, 2018 10:28 am⌈ PLAYER SECTION ⌉
Player: Hina
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⌈ CHARACTER SECTION ⌉
Character: Mai
Age: Physically/mentally ~30*, although she possesses memories spanning back an additional ~50 years**
*turned into an infant via dragon balls Age 767, canon point takes place during Age 796
**give or take; her precise "original" age is never explicitly stated, though she is said to be between 12 to 15 years older than Bulma, who was born in age 733 and thus would have been ~63 in 796
*turned into an infant via dragon balls Age 767, canon point takes place during Age 796
**give or take; her precise "original" age is never explicitly stated, though she is said to be between 12 to 15 years older than Bulma, who was born in age 733 and thus would have been ~63 in 796
Canon: Dragon Ball Super
Canon Point: Episode 67, the moment when she realized that Zamasu, after reigning ki blasts from the skies, had succeeded in killing nearly everyone left on planet earth.
Background: (Future) Mai on the DB Wiki
Personality: At first, Mai appears to be a simple, cheerful young woman. Pleasant in nature. Perhaps even a bit reserved at times.
However, as is often the case, the aura of innocence around her is far from the whole truth, and the smile she regularly wears is but a mask. One that hides a large, complicated secret. Not one she purposely keeps, of course. It's just not easy to insert the subject of one's true age into conversation, particularly when one's apparent age is the product of a magic wish made to a dragon emerged from a collection of alien balls.
(Really, how does one even begin to approach such a subject, let alone adequately explain it?)
Because of this, Mai is in many ways paradoxical in nature. Simultaneously old and young. Carrying wisdom but often acting foolish. Experienced in so many factors of life, yet innocent in others. And...as those who come to know here well enough will attest to...surprisingly bold beneath the reserve.
To understand, one must travel back 29 years in her personal timeline (an important distinction). In Age 767, she was a woman approaching middle age serving as the sole female member of a 3 person team. The leader was a man who went by Emperor Pilaf. She'd worked for him for many years, having responded one fateful day to some newspaper ad looking for a proper henchman, and by that point, the trio were as close as family. Bumbling and only partially competent in their decades of endeavors, everything they'd worked for came to a climax when Pilaf finally managed to get his hands on the famed dragon balls. He made a wish, one meant to equally benefit the three of them: return them all to their youth.
Shenron (the magic dragon contained within the balls) took him a bit too literally, reverting them back to the age of infancy. It would be the last wish he ever granted, as seconds later, the namekian Piccolo was killed in battle. His death also resulted in the death of the being known as Kami, guardian of Earth and creator of the dragon balls. The balls returned to stone, their magic lost for good.
Little is known about the immediate years that followed. The world was thrown into chaos. Androids terrorized the planet. Pilaf and Shu were lost. Presumed dead. And Mai was left to fend for herself, a young girl both blessed and cursed with the memories of her former self. Able to recall times of peace while growing up in a world of horror, loss, and pain. It should have left her jaded and bitter, and yet...somehow...Mai ironically thrived. Changed. No longer relegated to Pilaf's shadow, her own leadership skills and tactical knowledge were put to the test. Knowledge of science and technology beyond her apparent years, combined with expert shooting skills, and bravery in the face of certain death elevated her to the position of Leader of Earth's Resistance Force against a genocidal maniac named Goku Black.
But that wasn't all about her that changed. Her personality softened. She became less selfish. Survival was no longer about fighting her way out of danger, but of throwing herself head-first into it. To protect those around her. Gentleness in speech and kindness in manner made up the very core of her being outside the battlefield. She was loved and respected by all, even the young children survivors. They looked to her like family. An older sister or maternal figure. One who cherished their true innocent smiles more than anything else.
None of the bonds she would form in this time--perhaps no bond she had ever formed in the entirety of her life--would compare to the one she, in time, came to share with a certain half-human, half-Saiyan man named Trunks Brief. Once upon a lifetime ago, she had been an enemy of his mother. Now, she fought by his side as a dear friend and trusted ally. Drawn together through tragedy, they worked to protect the remaining survivors by day...and by evening, would console one another in rare moments of quiet. Looking out for one another, whether it be to provide first aid or ensure the other ate, even if all they had between them was half a can's worth of rations.
In fact, there would be many who claimed--despite mutual attempts at insisting otherwise--that, in the midst of it all, they fell in love.
But Love was an emotion that Mai struggled with the most. Continues to struggle with. The romantic kind, in particular, with even the most seeming innocent (if blatantly public) displays of affection leaving her flushed with embarrassment. In her "past" life, Mai's devotion to Pilaf had only ever known one limitation: a refusal to ever use her feminine wiles. There would be no attempted seductions or flirtations on her part. Such an aversion would be one of the few qualities of character that carried over to her "current" life, leaving her to still shy away from the subject or avert her gaze whenever someone brings it up.
Then there was Scratch, surrogate "pet" of Mai and Trunks. A stray who seemed to have adopted them as much as they'd adopted him, always returning to the safehouse flat they shared no matter how bad the fighting outside got. Mai would be sure to have a can of catfood waiting for him, offering pets and gentle affection...and yet, was adamant about the fact that cats would supposedly forget their owners' face within three days' time of not seeing them.
Whether or not this was true, or even if Mai believed her own words, isn't the point. It's the fact that Mai spoke the words to Trunks with a smile. Attempting to distance herself from a being she might not survive to see again the next time they went out. Consoling Trunks and herself at the thought that Scratch wouldn't be sad for very long if one or both of them never returned.
In fact, Mai had long resigned herself to the thought she could die at any time. Realistic in her approach, not pessimistic. Though it never helped that she would take more risks than those around her, content with her possible fate if it meant the others would survive in her stead. Several times, she demonstrated this lack of self-preservation, going on high-risk missions and willingly forgoing the safety of escaping to the past in lieu of staying behind.
The last one was a particularly painful choice for her to make. Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku were severely wounded. She placed them in the Time Machine, programmed the necessary commands, and jumped out just before the dome closed on them. Trunks regained consciousness in time to realize what she was doing and began pounding on the glass, desperately calling out her name. Frantic at the thought of losing her a second time.
As always, she faced the heartbreak with a smile. Reassuring him without words that it was alright. It was a choice that needed to be made, and she would be the one to make it. He needed to return to the past. He needed time to recoup and grow even stronger. She needed to stay and protect the others.
The decision nearly cost her her life; the next time Trunks' saw her, she was so close to death that only a senzu bean could revive her.
(One delivered, unbeknownst to her, with a kiss.)
And in the end...when all those sacrifices seem to be for nothing...when the reality hits her that Zamasu just may have won...when the horror of learning every last one of her precious people were gone, save for Trunks and their allies from the past...only then did Mai's rational facade finally break. She would lash out, tears streaming down her face, shooting at the sky over and over again until long after her ammo ran out.
Because, for all she keeps inside...no matter how hardened an expression or warm a smile she may present to the rest of the world...Mai is ultimately a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve at any given moment.
However, as is often the case, the aura of innocence around her is far from the whole truth, and the smile she regularly wears is but a mask. One that hides a large, complicated secret. Not one she purposely keeps, of course. It's just not easy to insert the subject of one's true age into conversation, particularly when one's apparent age is the product of a magic wish made to a dragon emerged from a collection of alien balls.
(Really, how does one even begin to approach such a subject, let alone adequately explain it?)
Because of this, Mai is in many ways paradoxical in nature. Simultaneously old and young. Carrying wisdom but often acting foolish. Experienced in so many factors of life, yet innocent in others. And...as those who come to know here well enough will attest to...surprisingly bold beneath the reserve.
To understand, one must travel back 29 years in her personal timeline (an important distinction). In Age 767, she was a woman approaching middle age serving as the sole female member of a 3 person team. The leader was a man who went by Emperor Pilaf. She'd worked for him for many years, having responded one fateful day to some newspaper ad looking for a proper henchman, and by that point, the trio were as close as family. Bumbling and only partially competent in their decades of endeavors, everything they'd worked for came to a climax when Pilaf finally managed to get his hands on the famed dragon balls. He made a wish, one meant to equally benefit the three of them: return them all to their youth.
Shenron (the magic dragon contained within the balls) took him a bit too literally, reverting them back to the age of infancy. It would be the last wish he ever granted, as seconds later, the namekian Piccolo was killed in battle. His death also resulted in the death of the being known as Kami, guardian of Earth and creator of the dragon balls. The balls returned to stone, their magic lost for good.
Little is known about the immediate years that followed. The world was thrown into chaos. Androids terrorized the planet. Pilaf and Shu were lost. Presumed dead. And Mai was left to fend for herself, a young girl both blessed and cursed with the memories of her former self. Able to recall times of peace while growing up in a world of horror, loss, and pain. It should have left her jaded and bitter, and yet...somehow...Mai ironically thrived. Changed. No longer relegated to Pilaf's shadow, her own leadership skills and tactical knowledge were put to the test. Knowledge of science and technology beyond her apparent years, combined with expert shooting skills, and bravery in the face of certain death elevated her to the position of Leader of Earth's Resistance Force against a genocidal maniac named Goku Black.
But that wasn't all about her that changed. Her personality softened. She became less selfish. Survival was no longer about fighting her way out of danger, but of throwing herself head-first into it. To protect those around her. Gentleness in speech and kindness in manner made up the very core of her being outside the battlefield. She was loved and respected by all, even the young children survivors. They looked to her like family. An older sister or maternal figure. One who cherished their true innocent smiles more than anything else.
None of the bonds she would form in this time--perhaps no bond she had ever formed in the entirety of her life--would compare to the one she, in time, came to share with a certain half-human, half-Saiyan man named Trunks Brief. Once upon a lifetime ago, she had been an enemy of his mother. Now, she fought by his side as a dear friend and trusted ally. Drawn together through tragedy, they worked to protect the remaining survivors by day...and by evening, would console one another in rare moments of quiet. Looking out for one another, whether it be to provide first aid or ensure the other ate, even if all they had between them was half a can's worth of rations.
In fact, there would be many who claimed--despite mutual attempts at insisting otherwise--that, in the midst of it all, they fell in love.
But Love was an emotion that Mai struggled with the most. Continues to struggle with. The romantic kind, in particular, with even the most seeming innocent (if blatantly public) displays of affection leaving her flushed with embarrassment. In her "past" life, Mai's devotion to Pilaf had only ever known one limitation: a refusal to ever use her feminine wiles. There would be no attempted seductions or flirtations on her part. Such an aversion would be one of the few qualities of character that carried over to her "current" life, leaving her to still shy away from the subject or avert her gaze whenever someone brings it up.
Then there was Scratch, surrogate "pet" of Mai and Trunks. A stray who seemed to have adopted them as much as they'd adopted him, always returning to the safehouse flat they shared no matter how bad the fighting outside got. Mai would be sure to have a can of catfood waiting for him, offering pets and gentle affection...and yet, was adamant about the fact that cats would supposedly forget their owners' face within three days' time of not seeing them.
Whether or not this was true, or even if Mai believed her own words, isn't the point. It's the fact that Mai spoke the words to Trunks with a smile. Attempting to distance herself from a being she might not survive to see again the next time they went out. Consoling Trunks and herself at the thought that Scratch wouldn't be sad for very long if one or both of them never returned.
In fact, Mai had long resigned herself to the thought she could die at any time. Realistic in her approach, not pessimistic. Though it never helped that she would take more risks than those around her, content with her possible fate if it meant the others would survive in her stead. Several times, she demonstrated this lack of self-preservation, going on high-risk missions and willingly forgoing the safety of escaping to the past in lieu of staying behind.
The last one was a particularly painful choice for her to make. Trunks, Vegeta, and Goku were severely wounded. She placed them in the Time Machine, programmed the necessary commands, and jumped out just before the dome closed on them. Trunks regained consciousness in time to realize what she was doing and began pounding on the glass, desperately calling out her name. Frantic at the thought of losing her a second time.
As always, she faced the heartbreak with a smile. Reassuring him without words that it was alright. It was a choice that needed to be made, and she would be the one to make it. He needed to return to the past. He needed time to recoup and grow even stronger. She needed to stay and protect the others.
The decision nearly cost her her life; the next time Trunks' saw her, she was so close to death that only a senzu bean could revive her.
(One delivered, unbeknownst to her, with a kiss.)
And in the end...when all those sacrifices seem to be for nothing...when the reality hits her that Zamasu just may have won...when the horror of learning every last one of her precious people were gone, save for Trunks and their allies from the past...only then did Mai's rational facade finally break. She would lash out, tears streaming down her face, shooting at the sky over and over again until long after her ammo ran out.
Because, for all she keeps inside...no matter how hardened an expression or warm a smile she may present to the rest of the world...Mai is ultimately a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve at any given moment.
Abilities: As a human waging war with an immortal god--in fact, the only human survivor of her timeline--Mai possesses a few significant baseline traits and skills:
Combat Survival
Combat Survival
- As a seasoned soldier with many years experience, Mai is well-versed in Military-esque combat. Professional and undeterred by the thought of danger, she relies on a combination of instincts and tactical knowledge to lead and enact missions, provide backup in the heat of battle, perform stealth surveillance, administer (very basic) first aid to those wounded, scavenge for necessary supplies, and--perhaps most important--maintain composure in the face of great danger.
Artillery
- Her knowledge and skill in long-range weaponry is unrivaled in her world. Hand pistols, shotguns, or sniper rifles. On top of that, she knew to load her weapons with special ki-charged bullets (although it is unknown if she or Bulma were the ones to develop them, or how they were created exactly). While she has been known to miss, it's never by much, and can be a deadly force in her own right. So long as her target can't simply dodge a bullet.
Brains
- Mai is smart. Very smart. Perhaps not on the level of genius attributed to Pilaf or Bulma, but the knowledge gained from her past life with regards to science and technological engineering were retained after the Wish. She could easily find her way around a laboratory, recognizes parts and pieces for their individual and unique purposes, and managed to enter the required activation input for the Time Machine without help from either Trunks or Bulma.
Comfort
- Though perhaps not as impressive as her other talents, Mai's calm outward demeanor and gentle wisdom can be quite useful in situations where one is in need of consolation. She could keep the spirits of her troops up, even after the disappearance of their Protector, and she could bring a certain grumpy half-Saiyan out of his self-depreciation funk with only a few words of encouragement. These skills would make her an ideal candidate for situation requiring a touch of diplomacy or a voice of reason in otherwise emotionally-charged situations.
Alignment: Peromei: despair and hope (creamy white)
Hope was a prevailing theme for the majority of Mai's character arc. It was the word written on the side of the time machine. It was the word she attributed to Trunks himself, more than once, referring to him as humanity's last hope. Hope was what kept Mai smiling even though the toughest of times, if not because she felt like it, than because she knew it was what those around her needed to see.
In contrast, Despair was the feeling most strong at the moment of her canon point. When, perhaps for the first time, she felt such great loss that her sense of rationality and reason gave way to an irrational urge to shoot at the sky. Even though the actions would do less than nothing.
Hope was a prevailing theme for the majority of Mai's character arc. It was the word written on the side of the time machine. It was the word she attributed to Trunks himself, more than once, referring to him as humanity's last hope. Hope was what kept Mai smiling even though the toughest of times, if not because she felt like it, than because she knew it was what those around her needed to see.
In contrast, Despair was the feeling most strong at the moment of her canon point. When, perhaps for the first time, she felt such great loss that her sense of rationality and reason gave way to an irrational urge to shoot at the sky. Even though the actions would do less than nothing.
Other: At the moment I'm pulling her from, Mai would be in possession of a special weapon: a shotgun that can fire ki-charged ammunition. The barrels would be empty after her freak-out, but it will be in otherwise perfect working condition. There is also presumed at least one hand pistol on her person as well.
⌈ SAMPLE SECTION ⌉
General Sample: July Test Drive Meme
Emotion Sample:
[Mai waited until she was out of the public eye.]
[Smiles and pleasantries. It was almost too easy to put on the facade. One convincing enough that it would be hard for those who didn't know her well to see through it. Even some who did might struggle to discern just how deep her thoughts ran, or if she were simply trying to convince herself that things were okay. Would be okay.]
[She needed bother convincing anyone now.]
[Her feet took her to a quiet, grassy area. There was a tree nearby. Leaves blowing in a slight breeze. It was here, Mai allowed herself to finally rest, practically collapsing at the base of the trunk, back scraping against the rough bark. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was ragged. The exhale was slow and difficult, and she wasted no more time in pulling her knees up to her chin and burying her face in them. Even now, in the privacy of isolation, she hid her tears from the world. Tears she shed for the friends she'd lost.]
[The Despair seemed to radiate from her. Spreading over every blade of grass within a five meter radius. Slowly, it began to shrivel up, until there was nothing left besides dead straw.]
[A crunch beneath her feet as her weight shifted. Gasping softly, Mai lifted her head in surprise...and could only stare in horror at the sight.]
...did I...?
[Smiles and pleasantries. It was almost too easy to put on the facade. One convincing enough that it would be hard for those who didn't know her well to see through it. Even some who did might struggle to discern just how deep her thoughts ran, or if she were simply trying to convince herself that things were okay. Would be okay.]
[She needed bother convincing anyone now.]
[Her feet took her to a quiet, grassy area. There was a tree nearby. Leaves blowing in a slight breeze. It was here, Mai allowed herself to finally rest, practically collapsing at the base of the trunk, back scraping against the rough bark. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was ragged. The exhale was slow and difficult, and she wasted no more time in pulling her knees up to her chin and burying her face in them. Even now, in the privacy of isolation, she hid her tears from the world. Tears she shed for the friends she'd lost.]
[The Despair seemed to radiate from her. Spreading over every blade of grass within a five meter radius. Slowly, it began to shrivel up, until there was nothing left besides dead straw.]
[A crunch beneath her feet as her weight shifted. Gasping softly, Mai lifted her head in surprise...and could only stare in horror at the sight.]
...did I...?
Questions: N/A