BREAKDOWN
Name: Fennia
Age: 27
Alignment: Evil
Race: Saiyan | Noble | Zenkai | Saiyan Tail
APPEARANCE
Fennia is compact in build and dense with the implicit readiness of someone who has never needed height to be dangerous. Dark skin, dark eyes that sit somewhere between assessing and amused, and black hair cropped short on the sides with the rest pulled into a loose upward spike that gravity seems to have given up arguing with. A Saiyan tail, dark brown and restless, rarely stays still.
She wears standard-issue Saiyan battle armor — gold shoulder guards over a white chestplate, black training pants tucked into white boots capped in gold — with a familiarity that suggests she didn't choose the look so much as grow into it. The gloves are white, the stance is wide, and the smirk is the particular kind that belongs to someone who already knows how the next thirty seconds are going to go.
The warmth she projects reads as genuine, because it is. She finds everything in front of her amusing and makes no effort to conceal it. The unsettling part is that this does not appear to change based on what she's about to do to you.
HISTORY
Name: Fennia
Age: 27
Alignment: Evil
Race: Saiyan | Noble | Zenkai | Saiyan Tail
APPEARANCE
Fennia is compact in build and dense with the implicit readiness of someone who has never needed height to be dangerous. Dark skin, dark eyes that sit somewhere between assessing and amused, and black hair cropped short on the sides with the rest pulled into a loose upward spike that gravity seems to have given up arguing with. A Saiyan tail, dark brown and restless, rarely stays still.
She wears standard-issue Saiyan battle armor — gold shoulder guards over a white chestplate, black training pants tucked into white boots capped in gold — with a familiarity that suggests she didn't choose the look so much as grow into it. The gloves are white, the stance is wide, and the smirk is the particular kind that belongs to someone who already knows how the next thirty seconds are going to go.
The warmth she projects reads as genuine, because it is. She finds everything in front of her amusing and makes no effort to conceal it. The unsettling part is that this does not appear to change based on what she's about to do to you.
HISTORY
Age 873 — Born on Planet Vegeta
Second child and eldest daughter of King Kohl, ruler of the Saiyan race. Her older brother Kailan, then four years old, had already been designated the crown's military heir. Fennia's birth drew little political attention. That would not last.
Age 878 — Early Training Begins
Enrolled in the royal combat program alongside children of the noble houses. Her instructors noted within months that she was operating on a level set for students years older, without apparent effort. What stood out as much as her talent was her demeanor: she treated every drill, every spar, every lesson like a game she was delighted to be playing.
Age 882 — The Exhibition
At nine years old, Fennia was entered into an exhibition tournament held for the children of Vegeta's noble families. She won every match without being struck once. King Kohl, watching from the royal balcony, is said to have spoken only two words afterward. The court still argues over whether they were praise or warning.
Age 884 — Cress Departs the Combat Program
Her younger brother Cress, then eleven, formally withdrew from the royal combat track. Gifted by every measurable standard, he had nonetheless made it clear through years of growing disinterest that the path being laid for him was not one he intended to walk. He continued his education in other disciplines, but the withdrawal was seen as a public embarrassment to the royal house. Fennia didn't understand the decision then. She understands it no better now.
Age 886 — Appointed to the War Council
At thirteen, Fennia was granted an observational seat on the King's War Council, a body that coordinated Saiyan military deployments under the terms of the Changeling alliance. She attended every session. She learned the structure of the alliance, the economics of interstellar mercenary contracts, the political dynamics between the two powers. She also learned, quietly and with growing conviction, that she despised the arrangement.
Her brother Kailan, seventeen and freshly commissioned as a junior officer in the Saiyan military, was absent from most sessions. He was building his career where it mattered to him: in the field, among soldiers, earning loyalty the old-fashioned way.
Age 888 — First Deployment
Fennia accompanied a Saiyan strike force on a contracted operation in Changeling space, officially as a royal observer. Unofficially, she fought. The mission was routine. Fennia was not. Reports from the field commander described her as the most naturally gifted fighter he had seen in twenty years of service. She was fifteen.
Age 891 — First Contact with Glacius
Through a web of contacts cultivated during her years attending War Council sessions and military deployments, Fennia made contact with a Changeling named Glacius. Low-ranking within his own hierarchy but threaded into the intelligence networks that connected Changeling operations across their empire, Glacius offered information in exchange for compensation and protection. Fennia accepted.
What she received was genuine. Changeling troop movements, political maneuvering within the Cold Clan hierarchy, advance warning of contract renegotiations before they reached the War Council. Glacius was useful, disarmingly clever, and one of the few people Fennia found genuinely engaging to talk to.
What she didn't know, and still doesn't, is that Glacius reports everything he learns about her back to interested parties within the Changeling empire. Every conversation, every ambition she's voiced aloud, every detail of her growing disdain for the alliance. He is not a traitor to either side. He is an investment in himself, positioned between two rising powers, selling access in both directions.
Age 894 — Cress Leaves Vegeta
Cress, now twenty-one, departed the planet entirely. No formal announcement. No explanation beyond a brief message to the King. He took a ship and left for the wider universe. Three years later, Fennia does not know where he is. She rarely speaks about it. When she does, her tone is light and dismissive, which is how those closest to her know it bothers her.
Age 897 — The Rift with Kailan
A disagreement between Fennia and Kailan over the handling of a failed military contract escalated into a public confrontation before the War Council. Kailan argued that the failure was a logistics problem and that the soldiers involved had performed admirably under impossible conditions. Fennia argued that the failure was a competence problem and that excusing it set a standard she would not tolerate. The King sided with neither child and dissolved the session.
The confrontation didn't create the rift between the siblings. It just made it visible. Kailan commands genuine loyalty from the Saiyan military. He has bled with them, trained with them, earned their respect through shared hardship. Fennia commands awe. The soldiers admire her. They do not love her the way they love Kailan, and she has never noticed the difference.
Age 900 — Present Day
Fennia is twenty-seven years old. She is the most gifted Saiyan of her generation. Faster, sharper, and more powerful than anyone in the palace save the King himself, and she is closing that gap.
She has spent the last several years preparing. Not with grim focus, but with the bright, restless energy of someone who can see exactly what she wants and is enjoying every step of the walk toward it. She trains because the thrill of pushing her body has never gotten old. She studies because the universe is vast and fascinating and she intends to own a great deal of it. She cultivates contacts, reviews intelligence, and refines her understanding of the political landscape because empire is not built by fists alone, even if fists are the part she enjoys most.
Her intention is to challenge King Kohl for the throne. It is the most Saiyan thing a Saiyan can do, and she does not view it as rebellion. She views it as inevitability. Her father built something worth inheriting. She will take it, improve it, and turn the Saiyan race into something the universe has never seen before.
Her youngest sister Parsa, now seventeen, is still in training at the palace. Fennia watches her progress with the detached fondness of someone who has already moved past that stage of life. Whether Parsa will become relevant to her plans remains to be seen.
The Changeling alliance will end. Not through negotiation. Through the simple, undeniable reality of Saiyan supremacy under a Queen who refuses to kneel. That is the future Fennia sees when she looks at the stars. She has been smiling about it for years.
Second child and eldest daughter of King Kohl, ruler of the Saiyan race. Her older brother Kailan, then four years old, had already been designated the crown's military heir. Fennia's birth drew little political attention. That would not last.
Age 878 — Early Training Begins
Enrolled in the royal combat program alongside children of the noble houses. Her instructors noted within months that she was operating on a level set for students years older, without apparent effort. What stood out as much as her talent was her demeanor: she treated every drill, every spar, every lesson like a game she was delighted to be playing.
Age 882 — The Exhibition
At nine years old, Fennia was entered into an exhibition tournament held for the children of Vegeta's noble families. She won every match without being struck once. King Kohl, watching from the royal balcony, is said to have spoken only two words afterward. The court still argues over whether they were praise or warning.
Age 884 — Cress Departs the Combat Program
Her younger brother Cress, then eleven, formally withdrew from the royal combat track. Gifted by every measurable standard, he had nonetheless made it clear through years of growing disinterest that the path being laid for him was not one he intended to walk. He continued his education in other disciplines, but the withdrawal was seen as a public embarrassment to the royal house. Fennia didn't understand the decision then. She understands it no better now.
Age 886 — Appointed to the War Council
At thirteen, Fennia was granted an observational seat on the King's War Council, a body that coordinated Saiyan military deployments under the terms of the Changeling alliance. She attended every session. She learned the structure of the alliance, the economics of interstellar mercenary contracts, the political dynamics between the two powers. She also learned, quietly and with growing conviction, that she despised the arrangement.
Her brother Kailan, seventeen and freshly commissioned as a junior officer in the Saiyan military, was absent from most sessions. He was building his career where it mattered to him: in the field, among soldiers, earning loyalty the old-fashioned way.
Age 888 — First Deployment
Fennia accompanied a Saiyan strike force on a contracted operation in Changeling space, officially as a royal observer. Unofficially, she fought. The mission was routine. Fennia was not. Reports from the field commander described her as the most naturally gifted fighter he had seen in twenty years of service. She was fifteen.
Age 891 — First Contact with Glacius
Through a web of contacts cultivated during her years attending War Council sessions and military deployments, Fennia made contact with a Changeling named Glacius. Low-ranking within his own hierarchy but threaded into the intelligence networks that connected Changeling operations across their empire, Glacius offered information in exchange for compensation and protection. Fennia accepted.
What she received was genuine. Changeling troop movements, political maneuvering within the Cold Clan hierarchy, advance warning of contract renegotiations before they reached the War Council. Glacius was useful, disarmingly clever, and one of the few people Fennia found genuinely engaging to talk to.
What she didn't know, and still doesn't, is that Glacius reports everything he learns about her back to interested parties within the Changeling empire. Every conversation, every ambition she's voiced aloud, every detail of her growing disdain for the alliance. He is not a traitor to either side. He is an investment in himself, positioned between two rising powers, selling access in both directions.
Age 894 — Cress Leaves Vegeta
Cress, now twenty-one, departed the planet entirely. No formal announcement. No explanation beyond a brief message to the King. He took a ship and left for the wider universe. Three years later, Fennia does not know where he is. She rarely speaks about it. When she does, her tone is light and dismissive, which is how those closest to her know it bothers her.
Age 897 — The Rift with Kailan
A disagreement between Fennia and Kailan over the handling of a failed military contract escalated into a public confrontation before the War Council. Kailan argued that the failure was a logistics problem and that the soldiers involved had performed admirably under impossible conditions. Fennia argued that the failure was a competence problem and that excusing it set a standard she would not tolerate. The King sided with neither child and dissolved the session.
The confrontation didn't create the rift between the siblings. It just made it visible. Kailan commands genuine loyalty from the Saiyan military. He has bled with them, trained with them, earned their respect through shared hardship. Fennia commands awe. The soldiers admire her. They do not love her the way they love Kailan, and she has never noticed the difference.
Age 900 — Present Day
Fennia is twenty-seven years old. She is the most gifted Saiyan of her generation. Faster, sharper, and more powerful than anyone in the palace save the King himself, and she is closing that gap.
She has spent the last several years preparing. Not with grim focus, but with the bright, restless energy of someone who can see exactly what she wants and is enjoying every step of the walk toward it. She trains because the thrill of pushing her body has never gotten old. She studies because the universe is vast and fascinating and she intends to own a great deal of it. She cultivates contacts, reviews intelligence, and refines her understanding of the political landscape because empire is not built by fists alone, even if fists are the part she enjoys most.
Her intention is to challenge King Kohl for the throne. It is the most Saiyan thing a Saiyan can do, and she does not view it as rebellion. She views it as inevitability. Her father built something worth inheriting. She will take it, improve it, and turn the Saiyan race into something the universe has never seen before.
Her youngest sister Parsa, now seventeen, is still in training at the palace. Fennia watches her progress with the detached fondness of someone who has already moved past that stage of life. Whether Parsa will become relevant to her plans remains to be seen.
The Changeling alliance will end. Not through negotiation. Through the simple, undeniable reality of Saiyan supremacy under a Queen who refuses to kneel. That is the future Fennia sees when she looks at the stars. She has been smiling about it for years.
