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Well, if you remember her - http://blackkusanagi.deviantart.com.....r-III-67652564 ...Then well, her update...was pretty funny. Cause I sketched it on a whim at Otakon. Then I decided, Why the fuck not and continue it and run with it, and there you go. Cera now with her brand new scar, her earrings she got off a Kai decendant, a picture of her showing off in her SSJ1 form (Cause shes a biggun then), and a bust shot of her in SSJ 2. Anyhoo, enjoy. Six years older and angrier...kinda. XD
Name : Cera
Alias : Kinniku Shikaku, Ra, 3, Lightning Tank.
Age : 35 years old.
Hair Color : Brunettish.
Eye Color : Orange shade of Hazel.
Race : Saiyajin.
Nationality : None.
Skin Color : A Tannish Caucasian shade.
Height : 6' 3”
Weight : 730 lbs.
Family ( and people she considers so ) : Asparo (Father, deceased) , Braca (Mother, Deceased), Turp (Older Brother, Deceased), Radisa (Younger Sister, Deceased).
Occupation : NSA Black Ops Member.
Fighting Style : A personal style wrapped around speed with frightening raw physical might.
Build : Very muscular for a female.
Personality : Cera's complexity has somewhat evolved with her travels. She wants nothing more but to be the strongest she can be, and is for the most part. pessimistic about most things around her. She follows orders from people she works for down to the letter due to what shes been through, especially due to her time as a mercenary and slave. She can be very confident, and always willing to exhibit her incredible physical prowess if she sees something or someone she feels will be worth her time. With all the soul searching shes done, she is actually a bit more socially pleasant than she was 6 years ago, but there’s still a chance that if she speaks to you, shell hit you. Hard. And you don’t want her pissed. Years of repressed fear, anger, and hatred on your face from behind her fists? Not good.
Likes : Fighting, Bodybuilding, fighting other strong warriors, Traveling, being reminded of how Shegau is pretty freaking dead, progressing in terms of her power, large meals, and fishing... Its a hobby shes recently picked up.
Dislikes : Being afraid, being reminded of her past failures, being reminded of how weak she was when she was younger, and being reminded she lost to Prouts (that’s the fastest way to piss her off) .
Danger Level : Cera's body is a walking tank. She may not be the largest female or fighter around, but she hits like they do. She takes hits like they do. But the difference is, she moves much faster than those types. Her speed is probably the most frightening thing of this she-hulk, and its something she prides herself in. Nira is considered a XXX+ rank fighter due to her very physical style that always seems to work very well for her, with N/A Class 2 rank for physical endurance and focus due to her physiology and the impressive muscle density her body has due to her training. Her mind abilities are considered as SSS+ due to the fact she is somewhat intelligent, but mainly in the sense of fighting, shes not completely stupid but shes a little awkward in other senses. Her physical strength is considered N/A Class 2 rank in for having a high level of physical strength from training, and her unique genetics. Her spiritual energy is registered as XXX+ rank due the amount of ki she wields and has through training. Taking these into account, her overall danger rank is at XX+.
Time and battles were the only thing Cera felt she had after her first ascension to Super Saiyajin. She would offer her powers to whoever paid the best...she would fight...and if anything become stronger, but avoid the planet where she had heard the man she feared, lived. That was something she despised... something that resonated deep within her soul. Fear. Fear that Prouts would one day... finish what he began if she were to ever come to that planet, that was what would happen. She spent the time on other planets, taking jobs from several others benefactors, she didn't care what the job entailed, just as long as she got to fight something that was stronger than she was, she was happy, and completely content.
But in time, no matter how much she fought, how well she built up her body, and no matter how the fight went... deep down inside her own depression was getting the better of her. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could think of, was what she suffered, and how she had lost that one day. The day she had no control over her fate...and only the words of the Demonic Saiyajin that kept her alive...in the ring she had called her own for so long. The one time her confidence had gotten the better of her, and the time she lowered her defense, and she has suffered because of it. TO her, it shouldn’t have happened... every time she awoke, and she looked to her chest, she would see the old markings of before, reminding her of her time as a slave.
It had affected her to the point, that her work was becoming shoddier. She would fight, but she would nearly fail at everything she had done. She stopped getting work, and Cera began resorting to just causing whatever collateral damage she could. She ravaged planet, after planet, until her path brought her to a light purple skinned male, with earrings. Cera didn't think too much of him, and simply felt she could crush him as she did with anything else that had stood before her before. The fight didn't go as she planned, as the two would wage a physical war that lasted for a full day. The battle was raw, for every amount of power she threw behind her fists, he would do his best to reply with an energy blast of greater magnitude. Both were brought to their limits, and for a moment, it was looking like the young woman was going to die, despite ascending to the second level.
At the climax, the young man had attacked her with an energy slashing attack, causing a large gash on Cera's chest. The hatred for herself, was what kept her standing as she launched herself at him, and simply...for a matter of fact, ripped his skull from the rest of his body, taking his earrings off his ears as a trophy of such a victory. Collapsing, and completely exhausted, she laid there, realizing she may die there... and she had somewhat come to peace with that. As she laid there, the cold winds kicking in, as she laid there, she had begun reflecting on why her life had began to spiral out of control. She was free from Shegau. Everything should have worked out fine... but then she had realized, her fear of Prouts, wasn't a fear of him. It was...a fear of no control over her destiny. Her body felt like it was succumbing to her injuries, but she mentally felt, she wouldn’t...she COULDN'T give in...when she was so ready to push harder.
She passed out...only to reawaken in a rejuvenation chamber on the Earth HQ for the NSA. Unsure why she was revived, or why she was kept alive she decided she would wait to see who had found her. Roxanne stood before her, simply feeling that if given the chance, the woman could not only prove to be useful to her...but she could learn ways to better herself. Cera initially thought it as bullshit, and attacked Roxanne...but after being quickly and soundly defeated, she had realized her position. She was at the whims of a woman who could kill her if she felt like it...but chose to keep her alive to give her a chance to live, and possibly better herself. Cera felt she would let the woman suffer for showing her mercy.
Today, three years later, the grizzled veteran of battle's main goal now with the NSA isn't to kill Roxanne, if anything she feels the woman as a bar she must eventually surpass. But she had taken this chance on Earth to better herself, and has actually made progress... in some areas. She knows her personal battle will never end, those dreams and memories will forever haunt her, no matter where she goes. But she feels now, not quite regretting the past as before, she has a chance to not only become as strong as she could be, but to finally be the one behind the reins of her destiny.
Cera, NSA, Roxanne © Me.
Shegau, Prouts © Iris-Uriko-Briefs
Name : Cera
Alias : Kinniku Shikaku, Ra, 3, Lightning Tank.
Age : 35 years old.
Hair Color : Brunettish.
Eye Color : Orange shade of Hazel.
Race : Saiyajin.
Nationality : None.
Skin Color : A Tannish Caucasian shade.
Height : 6' 3”
Weight : 730 lbs.
Family ( and people she considers so ) : Asparo (Father, deceased) , Braca (Mother, Deceased), Turp (Older Brother, Deceased), Radisa (Younger Sister, Deceased).
Occupation : NSA Black Ops Member.
Fighting Style : A personal style wrapped around speed with frightening raw physical might.
Build : Very muscular for a female.
Personality : Cera's complexity has somewhat evolved with her travels. She wants nothing more but to be the strongest she can be, and is for the most part. pessimistic about most things around her. She follows orders from people she works for down to the letter due to what shes been through, especially due to her time as a mercenary and slave. She can be very confident, and always willing to exhibit her incredible physical prowess if she sees something or someone she feels will be worth her time. With all the soul searching shes done, she is actually a bit more socially pleasant than she was 6 years ago, but there’s still a chance that if she speaks to you, shell hit you. Hard. And you don’t want her pissed. Years of repressed fear, anger, and hatred on your face from behind her fists? Not good.
Likes : Fighting, Bodybuilding, fighting other strong warriors, Traveling, being reminded of how Shegau is pretty freaking dead, progressing in terms of her power, large meals, and fishing... Its a hobby shes recently picked up.
Dislikes : Being afraid, being reminded of her past failures, being reminded of how weak she was when she was younger, and being reminded she lost to Prouts (that’s the fastest way to piss her off) .
Danger Level : Cera's body is a walking tank. She may not be the largest female or fighter around, but she hits like they do. She takes hits like they do. But the difference is, she moves much faster than those types. Her speed is probably the most frightening thing of this she-hulk, and its something she prides herself in. Nira is considered a XXX+ rank fighter due to her very physical style that always seems to work very well for her, with N/A Class 2 rank for physical endurance and focus due to her physiology and the impressive muscle density her body has due to her training. Her mind abilities are considered as SSS+ due to the fact she is somewhat intelligent, but mainly in the sense of fighting, shes not completely stupid but shes a little awkward in other senses. Her physical strength is considered N/A Class 2 rank in for having a high level of physical strength from training, and her unique genetics. Her spiritual energy is registered as XXX+ rank due the amount of ki she wields and has through training. Taking these into account, her overall danger rank is at XX+.
Time and battles were the only thing Cera felt she had after her first ascension to Super Saiyajin. She would offer her powers to whoever paid the best...she would fight...and if anything become stronger, but avoid the planet where she had heard the man she feared, lived. That was something she despised... something that resonated deep within her soul. Fear. Fear that Prouts would one day... finish what he began if she were to ever come to that planet, that was what would happen. She spent the time on other planets, taking jobs from several others benefactors, she didn't care what the job entailed, just as long as she got to fight something that was stronger than she was, she was happy, and completely content.
But in time, no matter how much she fought, how well she built up her body, and no matter how the fight went... deep down inside her own depression was getting the better of her. Whenever she closed her eyes, all she could think of, was what she suffered, and how she had lost that one day. The day she had no control over her fate...and only the words of the Demonic Saiyajin that kept her alive...in the ring she had called her own for so long. The one time her confidence had gotten the better of her, and the time she lowered her defense, and she has suffered because of it. TO her, it shouldn’t have happened... every time she awoke, and she looked to her chest, she would see the old markings of before, reminding her of her time as a slave.
It had affected her to the point, that her work was becoming shoddier. She would fight, but she would nearly fail at everything she had done. She stopped getting work, and Cera began resorting to just causing whatever collateral damage she could. She ravaged planet, after planet, until her path brought her to a light purple skinned male, with earrings. Cera didn't think too much of him, and simply felt she could crush him as she did with anything else that had stood before her before. The fight didn't go as she planned, as the two would wage a physical war that lasted for a full day. The battle was raw, for every amount of power she threw behind her fists, he would do his best to reply with an energy blast of greater magnitude. Both were brought to their limits, and for a moment, it was looking like the young woman was going to die, despite ascending to the second level.
At the climax, the young man had attacked her with an energy slashing attack, causing a large gash on Cera's chest. The hatred for herself, was what kept her standing as she launched herself at him, and simply...for a matter of fact, ripped his skull from the rest of his body, taking his earrings off his ears as a trophy of such a victory. Collapsing, and completely exhausted, she laid there, realizing she may die there... and she had somewhat come to peace with that. As she laid there, the cold winds kicking in, as she laid there, she had begun reflecting on why her life had began to spiral out of control. She was free from Shegau. Everything should have worked out fine... but then she had realized, her fear of Prouts, wasn't a fear of him. It was...a fear of no control over her destiny. Her body felt like it was succumbing to her injuries, but she mentally felt, she wouldn’t...she COULDN'T give in...when she was so ready to push harder.
She passed out...only to reawaken in a rejuvenation chamber on the Earth HQ for the NSA. Unsure why she was revived, or why she was kept alive she decided she would wait to see who had found her. Roxanne stood before her, simply feeling that if given the chance, the woman could not only prove to be useful to her...but she could learn ways to better herself. Cera initially thought it as bullshit, and attacked Roxanne...but after being quickly and soundly defeated, she had realized her position. She was at the whims of a woman who could kill her if she felt like it...but chose to keep her alive to give her a chance to live, and possibly better herself. Cera felt she would let the woman suffer for showing her mercy.
Today, three years later, the grizzled veteran of battle's main goal now with the NSA isn't to kill Roxanne, if anything she feels the woman as a bar she must eventually surpass. But she had taken this chance on Earth to better herself, and has actually made progress... in some areas. She knows her personal battle will never end, those dreams and memories will forever haunt her, no matter where she goes. But she feels now, not quite regretting the past as before, she has a chance to not only become as strong as she could be, but to finally be the one behind the reins of her destiny.
Cera, NSA, Roxanne © Me.
Shegau, Prouts © Iris-Uriko-Briefs
Category All / Muscle
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 900 x 513px
File Size 151.4 kB
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