Post by sailorjupiter on May 25, 2007 20:07:24 GMT -5
Name: Acacia Thrush
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Planet of Residence: Earth
Opinion of the Moon: Princess Usagi Lady Serenity is the rightful heir to the throne. Acacia is not too concerned with the argument and thinks it is a worthless argument that has easy solutions. The only reason she sided with Princess Usagi Lady Serenity was because of the knowledge that all rulers of the Moon had the name "Serenity."
Decedent of: Makoto (Sailor Jupiter)
Senshi name: Sailor Jupiter
Powers: Electricity and flora
Senshi Fuku: Acacia's fuku is typical of first season Sailor Moon. The skirt is a forest green with a bow on her chest in matching color, while the back bow is brown. Her round brooch and her fabric necklace on her front bow has the (astrological) symbol of Jupiter in the center bordered by brown. Her golden tiara follows the same pattern of the Sailor Moon series with a centered forest green stone. The white gloves, seldom worn due to her preference, also has a forest green band close to her elbows. Acacia's earrings are the (astrological) symbol of Jupiter made of a golden looking metal. The brown boots Acacia wears look more like slim, female combat boots with a high heel.
Attacks: Jupiter Oak Evolution- The same as from the series. With this attack Sailor Jupiter sends electrically charged oak leaves at her target. Sailor Jupiter has control over most of the leaves in this attack.
Pressure Beam: One of Sailor Jupiter’s hands forms a fist that begins to crackle with electricity. She extends one finger and the electricity gathers at the tip of the extended finger. This highly concentrated little ball than is sent with flying force at an opponent. This attack works great for hitting pressure points or cracking/exploding rock and splitting some metals and other such grunt work.
Jupiter Briar Explosion: Sailor Jupiter smashes her hands into the ground, forcing thorny flowers to burst out of the ground. A whirlwind sends in the flowers above her head and shreds the thorns off the flowers. Sailor Jupiter flicks her hand in the air and the thorns, powered by the whirlwind, are impaled into the enemy. A single flower falls into her outstretched hand for show. Great for pinning the ones who try to run away!
Also there is her martial arts skills and archery, which will not be explained here, but as the story progresses, etc. One possible crucial project Acacia is working on is developing a way to use her Senshi powers outside of Senshi uniform/transformation. It has not shown many results, but she is quite determined.
Background story: Acacia was not born a princess. After Queen of Jupiter, Makoto, had passed away, and Acacia's mother took the throne, there was a huge revolution. Acacia's father and mother, the Queen and King of Jupiter, were forced to flee the thrones before Acacia was even conceived.
Her mother birthed her alone in a cave while the father was out hunting for game and a site to build a sturdy home. The mother was not able to bear the pain of childbirth and died shortly after the father returned home with supper.
Acacia was raised alone by her father, a gruff man altered by his wife’s death. Her father had always wanted a boy, not a daughter who could one day grow to look like his departed wife, so he treated Acacia like the son he believed that she was. He was strict with her and abused her (or what would be considered abuse by society) in order to ensure she would grow up to be a ‘manly man’, something he believed his departed wife would have been proud of. Thus Acacia grew up a little confused. She knew she was a girl, not a boy, but she was unaware that girls were treated differently from boys. Visitors were not common in their neck of the woods, so Acacia was not too exposed to the society of Jupiter.
Due to the revolution, Acacia's father kept quite about their true heritage. Acacia never knew that she had the powers of Sailor Jupiter vested deep in her, nor that her mother had once held such a mantle of power. Besides, a "boy" could not be a Senshi.
Acacia’s father told her the stories of honor and manly heroics when it came time for bed every night. He felt that he could not be a good enough example for his ‘son’, so he told her the best examples that literary professionals had brought to mankind. Acacia was forced to memorize the best stories, which was quite a good deal of stories, according to her father. This instilled a sense of honor and heroics into Acacia and these stories caused her to rebel very little against her father. She did not question her father’s treatment of her, because that would have meant doubt of an authority figure, which was easily a stain on one’s honor and character.
In her spare time Acacia spent most of her time in the trees of their forest or swimming in the rivers and lakes. She loved to try and catch fish with her bare hands, she even succeeded sometimes once her martial arts was up to par. She practiced her martial arts with determined vigor and actually spent little time at play. Her father had not raised her to know what play time was, he raised her to work and practice. She got a certain thrill out of martial arts, so she did not mind the time and effort her father thought was required to put into it.
Acacia was taught to defend herself outside in the wilderness that was their home. From her father she learned martial arts, how to climb trees, how to persuade the black bear to leave fresh meat to her (tricky indeed), all the skills needed to survive because he had never wanted to stay with her for longer than necessary. She was taught to be fleet of foot, strength of will, hard of heart, and most of all to have a disciplined body. Flaws in her martial arts were not acceptable and would be removed from her by endless drills. Her father was the first one to give her a bow and an arrow. Acacia loved the thrill when an arrow slid out of her fingers and the forceful thump she heard when she hit her target.
The plague had reached Jupiter, via a plague corrupted ship from the moon. The infected passengers on the ship were taken out to be buried by an ignorant farmer. The farmer was from the town closest to where Acacia and her father were now stationed. The plague slowly spread. One of the few acts of kindness between father and daughter, Acacia's father sent Acacia to Earth. It was a parting of teacher and student, not that of father and daughter. Acacia did feel pain and sadness, but she chose to ignore it, so that it would not make her weak in the long run. None of Acacia's relatives lived on Earth, most having been killed during the revolution or were still in hiding, so she was forced to take care of herself.
The plague did not spread quickly on Jupiter and it was quickly contained by alerted officials, knowledgable of what had happened on the moon. The bodies were burned and the immediate areas were evacuated and quarantined.
Acacia made her way into the city and went door to door demanding for work. Most refused her work because of her gruff and demanding attitude and unclean appearance and young age.
Then one day, Acacia was in a martial arts tournament hoping to win the monetary prize. A few of the Sailor Scouts were present as honorary guests for the championships. Acacia demonstrated her ability with grace, passion, and the pure fiery determination that the presiding Senshi knew something about Acacia was familiar. Acacia’s opponent was down before he had a chance to gloat about how easy it would be to defeat a scrawny underdeveloped girl.
Her second opponent, during the finals, had hidden weapons, sharp hidden weapons. As it was a non-weapons contest, Acacia had been unprepared for a sharp pointy weapon, a mace. She tried vainly to expose the weapon to the audience and the judges. Eventually, since all other attempts had failed, Acacia tried to critically injure her second opponent. Enraged, the second opponent threw the weapon at Acacia. Acacia jumped out of the way, realizing too late what she had just done.
The mace flew into the audience, killing an innocent bystander in brutal manners that will not be discussed. Before the officials could take care of Acacia's opponent, the sigil of Jupiter flared brightly on Acacia's forehead. With a deafening scream of rage, Acacia charged at the man, beating him within minutes of death. Four officials had to pull the young girl off the man. She knocked one official unconscious. Unable to hold her any longer, the officials were overpowered by Acacia and she fled from the tournament.
The Sailor Senshi present at that tournament spent a few months tracking Acacia down. They eventually found her on the shoreline of Japan, ready to swim to China. They explained to her what had happened at the tournament and who she was. Acacia refused to believe anything at first, but once offered a home, she readily accepted their offer.
Appearance: Acacia's black hair always seems to have won a brutal battle with a hair brush. Due to such battles taking up most of the morning, Acacia ignores her hair most of the time by putting it up into a ponytail with a brown hairtie. When her hair is let down, it resembles a spikey porcupine that has morning quill hair. (Or if you are familiar with the Dragon Ball series, just try to imagine what a female Sayian’s hair would look like.) Despite the aggravation her hair causes, she refuses to get it cut. Her black straight, well as straight as her spikey hair can look, reaches mid-back when let down from its ponytail. Her icy blue eyes clash with her black hair, but tends to cause a some what exotic look compared to the normal black hair and brown eyes of the people of Jupiter. Her eyes are always looking at something with critical judgment as she tries to frighten her prey with a cold glare. She uses her eyes in such a manner, because Acacia believes a person reveals his or her true nature when he is ill at ease or frightened. These eyes are always on guard for any possible threat, even if the rest of her body posture does not convey this alertness.
Acacia spends endless hours outside in the sun light, giving her skin a bronzed tan. Her body is that of a martial artist, a fighter, lean with a visible muscle tone that does not look unacceptable on a girl, even of her small stature. Acacia’s active nature keeps her down to a slim 120 pounds, build of mostly muscle. Her feet are not as supple as more ladies-in-court or even some of the other Sailors, despite their rougher life due to training, for she hates to wear shoes. Because of propriety, she will wear shoes indoors and when attending social functions.
Her skin is hardened by the scars created by scuffles and sparring. Her cheek has a pink fading scar of three scratch marks, maybe from a feline of some sort, but no other markings, such as freckles or acne. (Not a moon cat, of course.) Her arms and legs are scuffed with old battle wounds. These wounds have faded remarkably well for it has been a long time since she was last injured enough in a fight to get a scar, but that is mostly due to her not actively searching for a challenge. She bruises easily enough, despite the rough handling she has experienced, so a few bruises will be found. Acacia takes her fighting more seriously than her looks, hence a disheveled and hasty made appearance. She does realize that her position requires her to set an example, so she does put in effort to keep clean. She’s good with day-to-day hygiene, but not with appearances.
Acacia is not very tall for her age. She is a meager five foot three, but this does not keep her attitude in check around taller and bigger people. When she does wear shoes, she will put in a big effort to look taller with high heels. Acacia had been taught by her father to always stand with best posture that can be managed. Her father was thinking along the lines of how an animal, such as prey, will try to puff itself up and stand tall in order to intimidate its enemy. When she first enters a room she looks for any possible exit and throughout her stay in that room she checks those exits/entrances with her eyes for intruders.
Acacia loves to wear soft flowing dresses that gently graze against her skin when she believes no one is watching. Around people, she is often found in slender green gi, a martial arts outfit, or flowy and green pants that create the illusion of a skirt coupled with a brown loose blouse of simple design. While this outfit is not ideal for a fight, she has a very bad habit of not caring what she is wearing before she jumps to defend her honor. Acacia is not one for frills or luxuries or additives. Her clothing must be simple, appropriate, and allow easy maneuverability in case of a fight. Acacia sticks to earthy tones of brown and green when she wears anything else, say for social functions or a day spent in the city.
Role playing example: Acacia scampered up the tree with all of the delight of a young child who had not felt the piercing scrap of an offended tree limb. She sat perched high up in her branch and looked out across her kingdom, her playground, her forest home. Everything the light touched was hers… well, and her father’s she supposed, if he fought her for it. Besides, nobody was around to take her forest; only her father and her lived in the forest. She pulled a peach out from her pocket and bite into the succulent flesh of a ripe tasty morsel. She licked her lips in order to catch any last trace of peach juice that dared to attempt to run away from her tongue. When she was finished, she stayed up in the tree and looked towards the familiar lake where her familiar house stood in all its familiarity. Her father was down there, chopping up wood for her to split with her hand later in the day, if he found her that was.
The resounding crack of metal against wood caused a smile to appear on her face. She’d show father that she was the best! She had been trying out a new move today and it was awesome and perfect and would knock him flat on his butt and she’d be great!
Her thoughts flew so fast ahead of her that she clamored down to the ground and raced home as fast as she could. Once she was within a hundred or so yards away from her father, Acacia caught a tree within her vision. Sure, there were plenty of trees around, but this one was perfect. In order to catch her father off guard she had to climb up that tree and swing from branch to branch or climb her way across each tree until she was over the house.
Each branch felt like home to her. She must have climbed each tree in this forest at least once, she knew it. This made the flight all the easier and soon she was right where she needed to be. Her father had almost finished chopping the last thump of wood. She waited for the familiar crack and for her father to place down the axe. Her father stepped away from his work and wiped the sweat off his forehead. With a thump he was flat on his stomach with his own arm pinned against his chest and a small foot placed firmly on his head, covering his nose. The scent was horrendous! Another thump later and he found his daughter head over heels in a bush. Her attack had been a surprise, but it had left her too unbalanced to hold the position for long against a stronger opponent
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“Awww! How’d you get out of that one? That ain’t fair!” Acacia whined and threw a stick at the axe with a satisfying clang.
“You must remember that my strength and age is a disadvantage for you. You shouldn’t use my strength against yourself on purpose.”
Acacia pouted and thumped the ground with her foot. She looked away from her father with a snort.
“Now get up, boy. I want this wood chopped into pieces small enough for the fire by sundown. The axe is in need of repair, so use your hands.”
The axe was perfectly fine and they both knew it. Acacia continued to look away from her father. She was going through her mind how to adapt her new technique to be used effectively against stronger opponents. Her father growled, picked up one of the split logs and threw it at her.
“Lazy boy! Get to it or we won’t have any fire for supper!”
The wood collided into Acacia’s chest with a gasp of surprise and a wince. Acacia was left to whimper over an already sore chest from puberty that now had the added problem of a few small splinters stuck in her clothing and one or two in her skin. Those logs were not looking so inviting and fatherly anymore.
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