C O R S E T T A
SAIYAN-HUMAN
PRODIGY ✦ RAGE ✦ SAIYAN TAIL ✦ ZENKAI
NEUTRAL ✦ 20y/o
Appearance: "Rough around the edges" would be an apt description of Corsetta. She has the rugged build of someone who has been training endlessly for years on end. Toned and tight muscles give her arms and legs noticeable bulk, while her stomach is tight and flat. That said, her chest is anything but flat. Despite the norms of other fighters, she lacks the typical sun-kissed tone. In fact, there's hardly a blush of color on her porcelain skin.
She has an unruly mane of red hair that's held back in a low ponytail. Though, tuffs of her thick locks cannot be contained by such puny measures, so ample hair still frames her face and sticks out -- just like a Saiyan's hair might behave. She, too, has the traditional all-black eyes of that side of her lineage, often resting as a slight scowl or harsh indifference. If any doubt about her Saiyan nature remained, the brown monkey tail that hangs loosely behind her would quash that.
In terms of attire, she sticks to a simple, black fighting gi with a red sash. Wrapped around her neck is a thick, basic cloak. All of her clothes show significant signs of wear. Sewing patches, holes that hadn't been mended yet, frayed ends, and a wash of dirt and grime that seems to be embedded in the very fabric.
Backstory:
Corsetta lived a simple life in a simple town in the simple planet of Earth. Her mother was a Human and her father a tailless Saiyan -- though she would never learn of his heritage from either parents. Similarly, she wasn't told about the power that came from her tail. It was a "quirk" that showed up rarely on her father's side. She never thought to question it. Why would she?
Of course, there was no real hiding her strength, though her parents never cultivated it. She was just the best at sports, the strongest among her peers, the most arrogant and feisty. Her parents guided her toward modest pursuits, avoiding anything that would further draw attention to her abnormalities.
Lay low and don't make a scene. That was the motto of her parents, though it was only apparent in hindsight. The fact that her father was clearly in hiding -- likely from his fellow Saiyans -- was obvious only when looking back.
A lot of things made sense only after it was much too late.
Of course, there was no real hiding her strength, though her parents never cultivated it. She was just the best at sports, the strongest among her peers, the most arrogant and feisty. Her parents guided her toward modest pursuits, avoiding anything that would further draw attention to her abnormalities.
Lay low and don't make a scene. That was the motto of her parents, though it was only apparent in hindsight. The fact that her father was clearly in hiding -- likely from his fellow Saiyans -- was obvious only when looking back.
A lot of things made sense only after it was much too late.
She was 16 when the Changelings arrived.
What their purpose was and who sent them, she didn't and would never know.
Just two of them, alien and red-toned creatures that were only mentioned in textbooks on Earth. Held in one of their arms, the mangled body of Corsetta's mother.
Her father fought with strength she didn't think possible for a man as meek as he. Power that surpassed her own and then some. He, alongside her, might have been the most powerful duo on that side of Earth -- maybe all of Earth.
Yet they couldn't even scratch the Changelings. Her father was killed unceremoniously. A beam was aimed at Corsetta's chest, mere seconds from ending her just as quickly. It was only a comment from the other Changeling that saved her life. She was different, unique, a great candidate for the "cyborg" program. The other Changeling grinned at the suggestion, bringing up the pay, while the other joined in the growing excitement.
As if they hadn't just slaughtered nearly all of an innocent and weak family.
The Changelings took Corsetta, bound her in metal and gagged her for the long flight to Cold #1.
There, she was passed off to a different group of Changelings who were slightly different in tone. Darker in hue and with leaner bodies. Corsetta didn't know the differences between the Clans, but had certainly never heard of this one. They came across as more methodical and curious compared to the much more brutish red ones; both equally terrifying for completely different reasons.
They took her to some sort of science facility that she would later learn was the major hub of that "Cyborg" program, ran by an organization that specialized "enhancing" various species. These Cyborgs were trained and conditioned to then serve the Changelings -- or be killed if they proved to be too unruly. It was there that Corsetta was told of her heritage and it was explained that her unique hybridization was exactly why she was chosen.
She was then placed under the "care" of another oddly-colored Changeling by the name of Fridgt. A scientist of significant rank as Corsetta would come to understand. He was well spoken and deceptively kind. Those under his care were treated decently well, with the mindset that they needed to be in the best condition as possible to make it through their training. Which would then make them strong enough to survive the conversion.
For one reason or another, Fridgt took a liking to Corsetta -- feelings that never were mutual -- and would spend evenings talking at her. He spoke of the stars and the worlds she had yet to see. He spoke of alien beings, wars, political scandals, anything that caught his fancy on that day.
But what he spoke of the most was his excitement to see what she would become. That she would thank him once it was all over. He wasn't blind to her hatred of him and the situation she was in, but he insisted that this was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. She just didn't realize it yet.
What their purpose was and who sent them, she didn't and would never know.
Just two of them, alien and red-toned creatures that were only mentioned in textbooks on Earth. Held in one of their arms, the mangled body of Corsetta's mother.
Her father fought with strength she didn't think possible for a man as meek as he. Power that surpassed her own and then some. He, alongside her, might have been the most powerful duo on that side of Earth -- maybe all of Earth.
Yet they couldn't even scratch the Changelings. Her father was killed unceremoniously. A beam was aimed at Corsetta's chest, mere seconds from ending her just as quickly. It was only a comment from the other Changeling that saved her life. She was different, unique, a great candidate for the "cyborg" program. The other Changeling grinned at the suggestion, bringing up the pay, while the other joined in the growing excitement.
As if they hadn't just slaughtered nearly all of an innocent and weak family.
The Changelings took Corsetta, bound her in metal and gagged her for the long flight to Cold #1.
There, she was passed off to a different group of Changelings who were slightly different in tone. Darker in hue and with leaner bodies. Corsetta didn't know the differences between the Clans, but had certainly never heard of this one. They came across as more methodical and curious compared to the much more brutish red ones; both equally terrifying for completely different reasons.
They took her to some sort of science facility that she would later learn was the major hub of that "Cyborg" program, ran by an organization that specialized "enhancing" various species. These Cyborgs were trained and conditioned to then serve the Changelings -- or be killed if they proved to be too unruly. It was there that Corsetta was told of her heritage and it was explained that her unique hybridization was exactly why she was chosen.
She was then placed under the "care" of another oddly-colored Changeling by the name of Fridgt. A scientist of significant rank as Corsetta would come to understand. He was well spoken and deceptively kind. Those under his care were treated decently well, with the mindset that they needed to be in the best condition as possible to make it through their training. Which would then make them strong enough to survive the conversion.
For one reason or another, Fridgt took a liking to Corsetta -- feelings that never were mutual -- and would spend evenings talking at her. He spoke of the stars and the worlds she had yet to see. He spoke of alien beings, wars, political scandals, anything that caught his fancy on that day.
But what he spoke of the most was his excitement to see what she would become. That she would thank him once it was all over. He wasn't blind to her hatred of him and the situation she was in, but he insisted that this was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. She just didn't realize it yet.
After a year at Cold #1, Corsetta and a group of other prisoners were selected for the next phase of their training. They were sent off to Zoon. The only place that could truly push the limits of what their bodies could handle, hardening them into the perfect candidates for enhancement.
Fridgt would join her, of course, alongside a number of dark-colored Changelings and the red ones. Guards and scientists.
It was there, on Zoon, that Corsetta would spend four grueling years of training under the suffocating weight of gravity 100 times that of Earth's. Twice the already stagging weight of Cold #1. Her days would be a cycle of near-death experiences, large meals, and then sufficient rest, all interspliced with Fridgt's absurd ramblings and attempts to build rapport.
More than once, she found herself coaxed in by his manipulation.
It was only through a series of sheer happenstance that Corsetta's story didn't end with her being twisted into an amalgamation of metal and flesh. The ship that was prepared to take them all back to Cold #1 had a mechanical failure, delaying their departure. This kept them long enough to catch wind of some disturbance elsewhere on the planet, and so a number of the red Changelings left to investigate. With less guards, more mistakes happened. Doors forgotten to be locked, check-ins missed. It was only when Fridgt came to check on Corsetta that the alarm was rang.
She was missing.
Security cameras guided the Changelings to Corsetta, fussing with a locked door with the hope of remaining stealthy. When they descended upon her, there was only one option: Violence.
She fought viciously, like an animal. A desperation fueled by years of anger empowered attacks that had been rapidly strengthening during her time on Zoon -- at scale that they hadn't realized. After all, Corsetta made sure they never truly saw the sheer scale of her growth. But even that wasn't enough. Outnumbered, cornered, and knowing that this act would mean her death, Corsetta panicked. The rage grew more and more, blinding her.
She remembered letting out a roar that was too deep, too guttural to be her own, and the sounds of metal and flesh being ripped apart.
When she came to, much of the facility had been destroyed. Ripped apart as if some giant beast had stormed through. Corpses lay about, agonal breathing came from bodies half crushed or pinned beneath the debris.
Her body ached, an arm was twisted in the wrong direction and something in her stomach felt wrong. But panic was already setting in again -- she knew there were more Changelings and that they would return soon. She knew, too, that not everyone in this mess was dead. Corsetta tucked her Ki in as close as possible, suppressing it from outside senses, and then hurried to the only minimally damaged dockyard. She grabbed the first space pod that seemed to be in working order and then shot off into the sky, to leave Zoon behind.
...Or she would have, if the pod didn't blare warnings directly in her face: Insufficient Fuel.
Instead, she took the pod as far as it could go across the planet and found what would be her home for nearly a year: a small cave. It was there that she did all that she could. She sent out a single, encoded distress signal -- a literal shot in the dark -- and then trained. Preparing for the day that she would be found and captured. Or the day she felt confident enough to finish what she started at the facility.
Fridgt would join her, of course, alongside a number of dark-colored Changelings and the red ones. Guards and scientists.
It was there, on Zoon, that Corsetta would spend four grueling years of training under the suffocating weight of gravity 100 times that of Earth's. Twice the already stagging weight of Cold #1. Her days would be a cycle of near-death experiences, large meals, and then sufficient rest, all interspliced with Fridgt's absurd ramblings and attempts to build rapport.
More than once, she found herself coaxed in by his manipulation.
It was only through a series of sheer happenstance that Corsetta's story didn't end with her being twisted into an amalgamation of metal and flesh. The ship that was prepared to take them all back to Cold #1 had a mechanical failure, delaying their departure. This kept them long enough to catch wind of some disturbance elsewhere on the planet, and so a number of the red Changelings left to investigate. With less guards, more mistakes happened. Doors forgotten to be locked, check-ins missed. It was only when Fridgt came to check on Corsetta that the alarm was rang.
She was missing.
Security cameras guided the Changelings to Corsetta, fussing with a locked door with the hope of remaining stealthy. When they descended upon her, there was only one option: Violence.
She fought viciously, like an animal. A desperation fueled by years of anger empowered attacks that had been rapidly strengthening during her time on Zoon -- at scale that they hadn't realized. After all, Corsetta made sure they never truly saw the sheer scale of her growth. But even that wasn't enough. Outnumbered, cornered, and knowing that this act would mean her death, Corsetta panicked. The rage grew more and more, blinding her.
She remembered letting out a roar that was too deep, too guttural to be her own, and the sounds of metal and flesh being ripped apart.
When she came to, much of the facility had been destroyed. Ripped apart as if some giant beast had stormed through. Corpses lay about, agonal breathing came from bodies half crushed or pinned beneath the debris.
Her body ached, an arm was twisted in the wrong direction and something in her stomach felt wrong. But panic was already setting in again -- she knew there were more Changelings and that they would return soon. She knew, too, that not everyone in this mess was dead. Corsetta tucked her Ki in as close as possible, suppressing it from outside senses, and then hurried to the only minimally damaged dockyard. She grabbed the first space pod that seemed to be in working order and then shot off into the sky, to leave Zoon behind.
...Or she would have, if the pod didn't blare warnings directly in her face: Insufficient Fuel.
Instead, she took the pod as far as it could go across the planet and found what would be her home for nearly a year: a small cave. It was there that she did all that she could. She sent out a single, encoded distress signal -- a literal shot in the dark -- and then trained. Preparing for the day that she would be found and captured. Or the day she felt confident enough to finish what she started at the facility.
