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XX｡｡｡[FULL NAME]
XXXXXCREME
XX｡｡｡[NICKNAME]
XXXXXNone
XX｡｡｡[TITLE]
XXXXXEXPERIMENT-C137
XX｡｡｡[VISUAL AGE]
XXXXXEarly-20s
XX｡｡｡[AGE]
XXXXX22 in human years
XX｡｡｡[BIRTH DATE]
XXXXX09.23
XX｡｡｡[BIRTH PLACE]
XXXXXA laboratory in the crevices of outer space
XX｡｡｡[GENDER]
XXXXXFemale
XX｡｡｡[SEXUALITY]
XXXXXBisexual
XX｡｡｡[RACE]
XXXXXBio-Android
XX｡｡｡[STATUS]
XXXXXActive
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XX｡｡｡[HEIGHT]
XXXXX5'4"
XX｡｡｡[WEIGHT]
XXXXX125 lbs.
XX｡｡｡[BODY]
XXXXXCurvaceous, yet toned
XX｡｡｡[EYE COLOR]
XXXXXSapphire
XX｡｡｡[HAIR COLOR]
XXXXXIvory
XX｡｡｡[GLASSES/CONTACTS]
XXXXXNone
XX｡｡｡[TATTOO/PIERCINGS]
XXXXXPermanent facial tattoos
XX｡｡｡[SCARS]
XXXXXNone, surprisingly
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XX｡｡｡[PERSONALITY]
XXXXX The nature of her "rebirth" was dehumanizing and traumatizing, something she could never forgive her creator for. She was ripped of a peaceful respite from a monster who treats her like an abominable creature, a creature he created. Despite her strong hatred towards her creator, she has no choice but to maintain her devotion towards him in fear of isolation. As far as her personal beliefs go, she prefers to fight for sport and camaraderie, not dominance. However, Fridge frequently reminds her that her opinion means nothing, because she is "just a tool for social and political leverage." She begrudgingly keeps her mouth shut and takes whatever disparaging and dehumanizing comment her cohorts use against her. The only benefit she has gained from her imprisonment, is that she's grown a thick skin against petty insults. It's not necessarily caused by confidence, but apathy. She's heard far worse than what a meager mortal may spit at her. Her disposition is amicable enough, she prefers to start relationships on the right foot in order to prevent confrontation. She's not fearful of a fight; like stated, she would prefer to fight for the "art" of it, but the "heart" of it. However, that can quickly change from a poor first-impression. If she feels threatened in any way, she will attack with the intent to subdue, not slaughter. The only exception to this virtue, is if the safety of a defenseless person is at stake.
XX｡｡｡[LIKES]
.../1... Oyster ice cream.
.../2... Fighting for sport.
.../3... Scalding-hot baths.
.../4... Things that make her feel "human."
.../5... Mental and physical stimulation.
XX｡｡｡[DISLIKES]
.../1... Prolonged periods of isolation.
.../2... Being related to an inanimate object.
.../3... Hospital paraphernalia, doctors.
.../4... An innate prejudice against Frost Demons.
.../5... Fridge, and everything he represents.
XX｡｡｡[FEARS/PHOBIAS]
XXXXX.../1... Permanent isolation, and becoming useless.
XXXXX.../2... Medical procedures of any kind.
XX｡｡｡[GOALS]
XXXXXShe wishes to one day fight for the love of the sport, not for oppressing others.
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XX｡｡｡[AFFILIATION]
XXXXXThe Fridge Force
XX｡｡｡[TEAM]
XXXXXFridge's Forces
XX｡｡｡[STRENGTHS]
.../1... Well-rounded combatant.
.../2... Very hard to kill.
.../3... A "biological cut above the rest."
XX｡｡｡[WEAKNESSES]
.../1... Her intelligence is limited to her own physiology.
.../2... Is practically mind-controlled.
.../3... Poor reflexes, near-pitiful.
XX｡｡｡[STATS]
⇰ Physical-Based Offense :: 29
⇰ Energy-Based Offense :: 20
⇰ Defense :: 18
⇰ Speed :: 20
⇰ Intelligence :: 2
⇰ Stamina :: U N L I M I T E D
⇰ Reflexes :: 20-1=19
⇰ Ki :: 20
◆ Androids : 19 BS
◆ Androids : 85 BP
◆ Female Warriors: 30 BP
◆ Evil Warriors: 55 BP
◆ (Alternate World) Warriors: 25 BP
◆ 0-2 Transformations: 45 BP
◆ Total BP: 240 BP
XX｡｡｡[FIGHTING STYLE]
XXXXXIt depends on the particular opponent she's facing.
XX｡｡｡[FIGHTING TYPE]
XXXXXAn even mix of energy and physical attacks.
XX｡｡｡[UNIQUE RACE TRAIT]
XXXXXPower Supply - Machines do not need to eat, sleep or even breathe to survive. Their stamina is essentially limitless, and as a result it will never decrease. However, this lack of biology means they lack instinct, and as a result, their reflexes suffer for it. [Stamina is maxed, and will never decrease // - 1 Reflexes]
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XX｡｡｡[ENERGY SKILLS]
✧ Death Storm
While easily avoidable, Death Storm causes large scale planetary destruction and a very large tsunami that travels in a large radius in all directions.
✧ Absorption
Using the opening in the palms of her hand, Creme has the ability to absorb other beings into her body. Creme will gain all of the strength of the person she has absorbed, even if such strength cannot be sensed via the Ki Sensing technique.
✧ Ki Sense
The ability to sense others' power levels.
✧ Telekenesis
From the cells of Ziber, Creme can lift objects of large proportionate sizes into the air with her mind and controlling the use of her hand(s).
✧ Death Beam
From the cells of Ziber, Creme can fire a laser-like projectile which travels very quickly.
XX｡｡｡[MARITAL (PHYSICAL) SKILLS]
✧ Dynamic Mess Em Up Punch
Creme starts the attack by stepping far back, then rushing to her opponent as fast as she can, directly punching the opponent many times (which does no damage) and finishes with the powerful punch right in between the opponent's eyes, resulting in a large-scale explosion.
✧ Namekian Regenerative Ability:
From the cells of the old Namekian elder, Creme has the ability to perform body distorting abilities, such as extending her limbs to great lengths or growing her entire body to massive proportions.
✧ Zenkai
From the cells of the Sadalan King, Creme has the ability to become more powerful after recovering from severe injuries. She also takes on many personality traits that are true to Saiyans, like the desire to fight and test her power. Even though Creme is not categorized as a Super Saiyan, her aura perfectly mimics that of a Super Saiyan; this is connected to her Saiyan heritage. This ability, combined with her regeneration power, makes her near invincible, and can only be defeated if her entire body (right down to the cell) is completely destroyed, otherwise she will just come back, stronger than ever.
XX｡｡｡[SPEED & MOVEMENT SKILLS]
✧ Flight
Creme has the innate ability of flight.
✧ After-Image Strike
The ability to move extremely fast over short distances, leaving an image behind.
XX｡｡｡[ULTIMATE SKILLS]
✧ -
XX｡｡｡[AURA COLOR]
XXXXXYellow
XX｡｡｡[MAIN WEAPON]
XXXXXHer fists
XX｡｡｡[TRANSFORMATION(S)]
XXXXXNone currently
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XX｡｡｡[OCCUPATION]
XXXXXWeapon
XX｡｡｡[BIOGRAPHY]
XXXXX"Do not make this harder than it has to be."
I cannot remember anything prior to my "second-birth," as Fridge disturbingly calls it. My first memory was painful and traumatic. I woke up in the middle of a surgery, my own. Tubes, wires, and needles had been injected into my body, and I could have sworn I felt someone poking at my brain. I tried to break free, but the sound of an off-putting voice warned me against my actions, "Do no make this harder than it has to be, C-137." Everything turned black with speckles of red, and I woke up on the same operating table I was mutilated on. I remember the strain in my neck as I tried to look through the observation glass. I couldn't see anything, it was probably one of those one-sided windows. I could hear whispering though, damn it, was it loud.
"And you are certain it will not retaliate?"
"Of course, the chip would override the bio-android's neurotransmitters before they could have the chance to attack."
"I'm holding you to that, Doctor..."
"Give me some credit, do you know how many test-subjects died before the procedure even began? I was particularly careful this time."
"Oh? What is your motive?"
"I got tired of the smell of rotting corpses."
"Aha, you are so cruel..."
"Besides, with the slue of cell-tissue samples we had in our disposal, we didn't have a choice to slip up and ultimately, put them to waste."
"... How many more can you make?"
"Depends, how many prisoners of war have you captured?"
"So, do you think the bio-android is awake?"
"Of course, and i'm certain they heard our conversation."
I was immediately put to work after that. Under the cold observation of the doctor, I was instructed through my new body: how to absorb different energies, endurance, enhancing my strength, and utilizing my ki reserves. All my attempts at escape or retaliation were, as the doctor pointed out every time, "futile." Within a year, I was ready to conquest planets in the name of Fridge- as if I had a choice.
He was a monster: calculating, conceited, cynical, and corrupt. He never called me by my name, Creme, nor did he refer to me as a "she or they," I was an "It" to him. The doctor on the other hand, she was an unsettling character with a voice that always made me feel uncomfortable. I never saw the woman smile, her eyes were always adorned with dark circles- I don't think she ever slept, just worked. Had she not been one of my oppressors, I would have pitied her. She vanished before I could ask her, "Why?" Fridge told me that she succumbed to her exhaustion, and died. I'm pretty sure he killed her, he was that sort of person.
A few months of "peace" would pass before Fridge ordered me to be shipped to planet earth, where I would lay conquest over it. I never heard of such a homely planet before, which made me feel guilty: I didn't want to kill people who would barely defend themselves. It's not like I had a choice. As Fridge says, "You are a tool for greater things, you aren't worth an opinion."
According to the doctor's old notes, I am the by-product of: the old Namekian elder, Raz, Sabi, the blob girl's dad, a bit of the Sadalan king, Ziber, and a Tuffle... How ironic considering... Nevermind.
XX｡｡｡[RELATIONSHIPS]
.../1... Fridge: Master | Active
.../2... Doctor: Creator | Inactive
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XX｡｡｡[THEME SONG]
XXXXXFOB: Young Volcanoes
