MAYCAIR (WAATER MALONE)

Name: Maycair


Age: 40


Race: Hybrid 


Tier: D


Gender: Female


Orientation: Bisexual











Summary:  Maycair has a rather contrasting appearance by being rather small in frame and build, appearing only 4’5” or 134cm. From the top of her head she has raven black hair that goes down to her shoulders with part of her bangs covering her right eye to hide a vertical scar. She has baby blue skin with pointed ears and glaring orange almond-shaped eyes. This look along with her sharp smile makes the small woman seem like an angry beast.



When it comes to how she carries herself she tends to walk with a strong posture, generally looking up towards those taller than her with angry, yet inviting grin. With each step Maycair takes she tends to skip. Despite this playful way of carrying herself she tends to dress in a signature black tracksuit loosely worn and open with shorts. Other days she wears jean or leather jackets. She rarely wears armor almost as if in defiance of the cultures she was raised with. Ironically, accessories are something she enjoys even if she hides it. May often chooses different earrings or bracelets to coordinate with her clothes. Though, she always seems to be wearing the same pair of ankle high yellow converse sneakers.


Face Claim: Custom Art


Hair Color: Violet



Eye Color: Orange



Height:  4’5” or 134cm


Weight: 115 pounds or 52 kg






Summary:  When it comes to Maycair she is pretty devil may care. From the life she was forced to live when she was younger she developed an intense focus on one pattern, the present. The past and future only clouded ones mind. A strict morality was never something the hybrid truely believed in but doing the right thing was important to her, The right things wasn’t some strict code, but a decision based on the sum of any situation. To her the emotion, the context, and the will of those involved more than anything.



With that, she does desire to make new friends, to get close to others. Unfortunately for those she wishes to befriend there are strong contrasting natures to how she approaches people. May often speaks in a loud brackish tone filled with angry but the words that often come out could be considered “sweet”. With almost no volume control most conversations involved her moving along at high energy to try and get along. Often returned signs of affection cause May to act shy or standoffish unable to accept most forms of kindness. She’ll even vehemently swear she doesn’t care tat much despite pestering people as to what their favorite color or hobby is. Still, with a strong desire for love and friendship she does not wish to be weaker. Never again, in any relationship of any kind for Cair would she weak and controlled. That is what she fought for.



Fighting was potentially her favorite thing, along with pastel drawings and soda pop making, it was a language in its own right. A passion that allowed people to put their all in it, much better than weak contact sports. A new dialogue could be opened up in sharing the passion of combat. With that Maycair desired to be a well-spoken orator in the dialect of ass kicking. Though, that passion can be directed to other things if those she interacts with find a way to get her to tag along.




Likes: Fighting- She enjoys it despite her conflicting history with training and martial arts. To her it is the only way to express the emotions that are pent up, even if she's still learning how.

Street Food- One of the few comforts from her youth, often they were the only place she felt safe when in the human world.


Dislikes: Crowded Places- While she wants to make friends, certain locations or groups can feel to overwhelming making it difficult for her to make connections or even feel as if she belongs.

Relationships- It's not that she is against forming relationships but it's not something she feels comfortable forming at the moment for she is afraid of giving up that power to an individual when she already feels like she has none in her life.






Biography: 40 years ago a coupling for power was made, in that pairing only came dissapointment from the two parents. A Saiyan stuck on earth by the name of Hunni Dew Malone and the a Demoness called Advokate. Together they just wanted a spawn to potentially raise great desctruction. Still, after nine months they saw how weak she was when born. Even before she had the chance to fend for herself. Still, they thought they had some duty into making her a half decent warrior. So between the two of them she would go between the underworld and the earthly realm. For 6 months she stayed with her father, for the other half with her mother. There was no time for her to be a child, to them she was a weapon.



For the first 8 years of her life, that’s how it went. It was an endless cycle in which she felt she had no control, she had no memories of even playing. It was at that age she was expected to start hunting, to find prey wether they be a weak person, or animal. They simply told her it would build discipline, to build strength. For the first four weeks it was rough, then she met another demon. He looked like a bear with goat legs, his name was Spycee. Spycee and Maycair would hunt together, he taught her friendship as he failed to take him down. Still he saw that rage, he saw the strength they she failed to harness and thought it could help him. So he taught her emotions, but would take half her food, half of everything she hunted.



It was hard to stay hidden, May was still expected to train with her parents. With their regiment she had to spend a month alone in each realm for part of it, so for only one month of a few years could she see her one friend. The months turned into years, into a decade. As time passed Spy would take more from her, eventually he would catch her eating her own food with out sharing. While he had more than acquired enough to sustain himself, he wanted more and the young May owed him. He would try to instill it in her. At first it was during sparring, he would accidentally strike too hard, kick too high, or get something in her eye. She couldn’t understand it, she didn’t like, still May couldn’t tell if her luck was good or bad when it ended.



Finally one day, her mother and father both wished to check upon her in hell. The training of the young May was stagnating. There were bruises she shouldn’t have had. They couldn’t even agree between the names Maycair and Waater Malone, but they did agree that something foul was afoot, Low and behold they saw Spycee striking Maycair, screaming that she was worthless. That was their child, their tool, their toy, and they didn’t take kindly to sharing. In a few short seconds her mother speared him and Hunni Due decided to give Maycair a gift as well. He struck down his daughter, swiping across her right eye. If anyone would be leaving reminders for Waater’s place it would be him. The days after that began to blur, but Maycair was left with more than a scar. She was left with rebellion in her heart.



They could only force her to be in one spot if they knew were she was. When training got back up again Maycair would find any chance, seeing any out. It wouldn’t be till 4 years of planning, four years in submission that she would get the strength to escape. It would be upon a full moon, with he fathers tail gone she would take advantage of that moment. When the day finally came, it was a blur, she had no idea what happened, but she did see her father smeared so clearly she had won. Now, she just had to live on the run. It would be hard, a difficult 10 years but now she believes in the path she’s taking, even if there are a lot of missed steps and broken paths.





Homeland: Earth/Demon Realm


Starting Planet: Earth






Selected Standard Traits: Custom Trait Trait Name: Beast of Dual Blood
Type: Mechanical
Tier: Standard
Effect: Maycair has found conflict and strength within her two blood lines, this has caused her to developd two distinct fighting styles around the power that resides in her, gaining a style around her demonic heritage and it's magic, and the raw unnatural rage of her saiyan blood that invigorates her strength.


Racial Traits:

Trait Name: Oozaru Tail

Type: Racial | Stat Booster

Tier: Deluxe



Effect: If the user is exposed to a full moon, then the user may undergo their Oozaru form, ranging from 30-40m tall. It will double their Strength points for the rest of the thread, but the user will lose the ability to distinguish ally from enemy. In order to reverse the form, the Oozaru Tail must be cut. Otherwise, the user must be knocked unconscious to return them to their base form. If an Oozaru Tail is cut, their Recessive Racial will become "Wrathful".



Trait Name: S-Cells

Type: Racial | Mechanical

Tier: Standard

Effect: If the user is enraged or under great emotional distress, they may unlock a form a single Tier earlier. However, the form will only last for 4 posts. It does not cost E-SP to sustain this form for the 4 posts. It may only be during a Death Enabled thread.

Trait Name: Interdimensional Rift

Type: Racial | Mechanical

Tier: Standard

Effect: If the user desires, they may open a portal to the Demon Realm to travel from and to the living world and their homeland. Per tier of the user, the user may bring an extra willing character with them to the Demon Realm. It may only be used out of combat.




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HP: 60
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Strength: 7


Stamina: 7
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Ki: 7


Ki Pot: 8


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Agility: 6