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Senshi: Kua'kua of Hellebore

Uniform Color:

Main Color: See link
Secondary Color: See link

Uniform:



Tiara -- See link
Choker -- See link
Collar -- See link
Bodice -- See link
Chest Bow -- See link
Brooch -- See link
Sleeves -- See link
Gloves -- See link
Buttbow -- See link
Bottoms -- See link (learned they're called pumpkin pants which led to a wild google search lol)
Shoes -- See link

Accessories -- See link

Attacks:

Sailor Scout Attack: Petal Perfume
Sailor Kua'kua calls her attack and blows on her palm, causing illusory petals of the hellebore plant to shoot out within 10 feet. Enemies who inhale their fragrance will experience delirium and nausea. Targets may feel disoriented, have difficulties concentrating, or feel forgetful. This attack lasts for 30 seconds, and may be used three times. Players can choose to take lasting damage or have effects linger.

Super Sailor Scout Attack: Petal Punch
Sailor Kua'kua calls her attack and blows on her palm, causing illusory petals from the hellebore flower to whirl around enemies within 15 feet. Enemies who inhale their fragrance or come into contact with the petals will experience delirium and nauseua. Targets may feel disoriented, have difficulties concentrating, feel forgetful, have extreme abdominal pain, or feel the urge to vomit. This attack will last 35 seconds, and may be used twice. Players can choose to take lasting damage or have effects linger.

Eternal Sailor Attack: Kuanian Kiss
Eternal Senshi Kua'kua calls her attack and casts a hand out, causing illusory hellebore plants to spring up around enemies for 45 seconds. Enemies in the field of flowers experiences delirium (confusion, disorientation, memory problems, difficulty concentrating, hallucinations/delusions, lethargy), mild bradycardia (slowing of the heartrate), and abdominal pain (with nausea and possibly the urge to vomit). Though movement may be difficult, it is not impossible, so a target could potentially move out of the field of illusory flowers, which would cause the symptoms to fade. This attack may be used one time. Players can choose to take lasting damage or have effects linger.

Deep Space Senshi:

Physical Features: See link. As she grows in stage and becomes healthier & more in tune with her Kuanian metabolism here on Earth, I would love to accentuate any butterfly-adjacent aspects I can get away with (such as antennae, tiny scales along fingertips/cheekbones/other accent places bc did you know some butterfly wings are covered in SCALES?).

Backstory/History:

Kalani was born and raised among the rest of her community, unaware that there was anything unique about her at all. When it came time for the cocooning ritual, when she was the Earth-equivalent of about 14 years old, still, no one knew there was anything unique about her. It wasn't until she emerged from the cocoon, her round ears replaced with faintly winged tips, and was greeted by a Mauvian did she - and the rest of Kua'kua - learn that once again, the planet had a Senshi to represent it. Out of the cocoon came Kalani, and Sailor Kua'kua, once again.

There had been a lot of previous Sailors Hellebore, because Kalani’s people didn’t live that long when compared to other species, and the memories came to her in bits and pieces, like she was aging in echoes, teaching herself what she somehow already knew. It isolated her from the rest of her community, putting her in a category all her own, but she got used to the loneliness after a while, and she tried to use the wisdom of the previous Sailors Hellebore to the betterment of everyone around her. As she got older, she accepted a position of administration, mostly concerned with, unsurprisingly, her community’s main subject of trade: hellebore (or, at least, that's what it would've been called on Earth).

The plant grew on Kua’kua like dandelions on Earth: everywhere. The people who grew up around it, were cocooned in its leaves, were immune to its poison, but that wasn’t the case for the rest of the galaxy. It was a valuable commodity in all of its forms, and Kalani was able to help guide her people to a respectable place in the universal trading routes.

Maybe that was what opened the door to chaos. If they had just kept themselves to themselves…maybe they would’ve been spared. Kalani didn’t rightly know, and there was no way to know for sure. She’d almost forgotten the loneliness of her youth, now that she knew her place, had grown into it - until.

Until the first time she saw someone covered in black hellebore pollen, or at least what looked like black hellebore pollen, and was in fact a parasite, working in symbiosis with chaos to spread both the parasite and the darkness throughout the entire planet.

And they didn’t seem - upset, or confused, as Kalani was the first time she saw it happen. They seemed perfectly happy. Kalani had ordered the person quarantined for study, but the study didn’t help her understand what she saw.

The pollen faded. Or seemed to fade. In its place, over days, grew little seedlings, little flowers that looked almost identical to the hellebore flowers her people spent their lives caring for. But hellebore didn't do that - hellebore couldn't growi out of living people.

Where were the roots? That ridiculous question was what haunted Kalani. If this plant could grow out of people, where were the roots?

The quarantine was overrun in days. Their species lived quickly, and it appeared they would die quickly too; after the flowers came, the minds departed, leaving just a vacant, dazed shell behind. They did not become zombies, they just became…empty. Beautiful, empty flower-people, crested and covered in the very thing they all relied on.

When the first person died, Kalani insisted on being there for the autopsy, even though it was dangerous. The spores, the doctors said. You, of all of us, cannot get infected!

But she was Sailor Kua’kua, and no one would tell her on her own planet where she could or could not go, so she went to the autopsy. She watched the careful incision give way to…

Nothing. Nothing but miles and miles of roots, twisted branches that seemed to have sucked their host dry from the inside out.

A parasite. A parasite that grew along with, or gave spread to, the darkness, the chaos, that Kalani had begun to suspect was nibbling at the edges of their planet. It was so much worse than she feared.

Kalani did not go to any more autopsies, but not out of concerns for her own safety: the doctors who had warned her away were more right than they knew. It appeared she literally could not get sick, at least not in the way her people were. So she spent her time among the living, trying to devise ways to help them, to save them. They did not want to be saved; by the time the pollen was covering them, by the time that first symptom appeared, it was already too late. There was nothing to be done.

And so the loneliness returned, darker and more full than any loneliness she had ever experienced before in her life. She buried her people, and then she buried everyone else: there was no corner of her world that wasn’t touched by this evil, and there was nothing she could do for anyone she met. Nothing except sit with them, hold their hand, and sing them a song to ease their passing. Even the plantlife, what had once been the cornerstone of their society, wilted and died, replaced with this mockery of their devotion.

At least they didn’t seem to feel much pain. In fact, it was the opposite - getting ‘seeded’, as they took to calling it, led to cults, all of them chasing the high that evidently came with getting infected. No pain, no sadness. Just a glazed sort of carelessness, that nothing really mattered, and then - nothing really did matter, not to the dead.

Kalani wished the doctors had been wrong. She wished that she had gotten sick, that she had died with her people, that her soul would be reborn into the next Sailor Kua’kua, who would know how save them. Who would know what to do.

But no such luck. No matter what she did, she persevered. First she was in denial about her own apparent immunity; then angry. Then she began offering up all kinds of deals to the disease, to the universe at large: what could she offer that would release her from this isolation? She would do anything to be free of it, free of the guilt, free of the suffering, free of the emptiness that was now her constant - and only - companion.

No deal came through. No matter what she offered, no matter what she tried, she couldn’t seem to join her people.

She couldn’t seem to die.

And that meant all she could do was live.

It took her a long time to accept that. She didn’t know how many years; more years than any member of her species had ever lived, she was sure of that; as their lives were cut short, hers seemed to become elastic, stretchy, slowed down. Like the universe wanted her to suffer for as long as possible.

But if she was going to live, then she would live. If it wasn’t the next Sailor Kua’kua’s job to find a way to save her people, it must be her own. Upon this acceptance came a tug, an idea - something that felt a little like hope. She’d almost forgotten it, over all the years, like she’d forgotten so many other things.

She didn’t have to stay here on this mass grave of a planet. If she left - maybe she could find out what had gone so wrong, and find a way to bring her planet, if not her people, back. Surely somewhere in the widest reaches of the universe were people or tools that could fix this.

With grim determination, she set about preparing herself for a journey to…somewhere. Anywhere else. Anywhere that wasn’t dead and haunting her every breath.

If she would live, then she would live.