Post by Tomana-Mana on Apr 14, 2011 1:11:46 GMT -5
WEST CITY DATABASE B a s i c ... I n f o r m a t i o n Name: Tomana Puffe Alternate Names: Banana, Tomato, Mana Known Aliases: Tomana-Mana, Bannie, To-To, Mana, Mannie Age: 22 Date of Birth: April 1st, Age 763 Gender: Female Race: 1/2 Tuffle, 1/2 Saiyajin Blood Type: N/A Practices: Insanity Fighting Classification: Engineer Ki Potential: Yes Known Disabilities: So spastic she's narcoleptic Hometown: Yahhoi Current Status: Alive Tournaments Participated:
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| P h y s i c a l ... I n f o r m a t i o n Height: 4'9" Weight: 73 lbs Bosom: Almost non-existent. 30-A Hair: Blond; four mini plaited braids below her hair, each only about 1-2 inches long. Eyes: Brown (Black when angered) Identifying Traits: Tail Body: Skinny-ass punk with almost no muscle structure Known Clothing Style:
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| P e r s o n a l i t y Spaz. Spastic. Freakin' crazy. All of these things describe Tomana to the quick. A hyperactive young woman, her physically appearance, as well as her mannerisms, have many convinced that she's actually about twelve years old and not twenty-two. She loves tinkering with mechanics, and has an almost deadly fascination with 'things that go boom-boom!' It's not uncommon for Tomana to drive Razburi nuts, as she utterly hates dresses, and utterly hates looking like a 'lady'. Tomana likes to be moving, moving, moving, and never stopping. Which makes her disorder even more hilarious. Tomana has been diagnosed with narcolepsy, which causes to suddenly fall into a deep sleep for short periods of time, sometimes accompanied by paralysis and hallucinations. Because of this, it really isn't uncommon to see Tomana launch into an acrobatic movement of insanity, only to flub the landing and land on the ground, completely passed out. Tomana likes anything sweet. Specifically, she loves chestnuts, pudding, and chou a la creme. She loves just about any candy, though she can't stand anything cherry, grape, or rootbeer, and hates anything minty. She has a natural love for tomatoes and bananas, especially in the form of salsa or banana cream pies/banana splits. She also loves cooking desserts and will cheerfully dive into a bag of flour to make crepes, cakes, donuts, cupcakes, and any other dessert imaginable. While she's never really thought about it, Tomana isn't afraid to fight, though she's more interested in making things go 'boom-boom' then actually fighting. If driven to anger, she will attack with full saiyajin fury, including a rather dramatic change of her eyes turning to black. Because of her saiyajin blood, she has the capability to become a rather powerful warrior, if someone decided to train her. As it is, she already posesses a higher level of strength then most humans or (deceased) tuffles. Though she knows she's a nuisance, Tomana loves Razburi, and always tries to do things that could 'help' her. She's very likely to whip up some desert just to see if she can make her smile, and often grabs her in a hug. |
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| B i o g r a p h y Terror was introduced to the world on, ironically enough, April 1st, in the Age of 763, just on the outskirts of Yahhoi. As a child, Tomana was prone to running off and climbing over anything she could. From a young age, she was already clamboring up cliffs with ease, and giving poor Razburi a heart attack. In a rather comical state, Tomana began to use her tail in climbing, resulting in her having freak-outs from the sensitivity of her tail every time she used it. And yet, she kept using it, every time, despite knowing how it would 'hurt'. The first episode of her narcolepsy occured while climbing on top of the roof of Razburi's home. Tomana doesn't even remember falling asleep, and just remembers waking up with Razburi slapping her face. From then on, she found herself having random 'sleepy' spells that caused her no end of fustration. And yet she still found herself laughing over it. An excursion into Yahhoi proper introduced her to two things: Technology and desserts. At first, she was more fascinated with the latter and stole a cake to try. Falling in love with sweets, she became obsessed and began baking. Some of her first 'experiments' were utterly horrible, until she finally got her hands on a book with recipes, giving her some kind of guideline for her atrocities, so she would never again make a cake out of bacon and chocolate. After her initial rampant fascination of dessert, she recalled something else she had seen: A widespread use of technology. Gathering up spare mechanical bits, Tomana began to play. While other people on the planet were watching the World Tournaments or saving the world or shopping, Tomana was getting horribly dirty with grease, and covering the kitchen in flour. She doesn't have any who her father is, and honestly doesn't care too much. She would love to meet him, of course, but her attention span is so limitted sometimes that she- SHINY! |
| R o l e p l a y i n g ... S a m p l e "AAAAH!" Poof. What appeared to be a little girl of about twelve or thirteen stood in the middle of the kitchen, her brown eyes wide as she held a bag in her hands, a bag that was now empty. Clouds of white floated through the air, and almost the entire kitchen was coated in a thin white film. The girl herself looked like a very odd ghost, as her entire front was coated in flour, whereas her backside was perfectly cleaned, including a shadow behind her where the flour had missed the ground and counter in the explosion due to her body being in the way. Those big brown eyes quivered as she bit her lip, trying not to cry. In a fit of cute rage, she threw the bag down and began jumping up and down on it. Her tail, half-white, half-brown, snapped behind her. "Stupid.. stupid.. STUPID BAG! You're a bad bag! A very, very, very bad bag!" She shouted at the offending piece before kicking it away. Storming through the piles of flower, she looked down at the bowl of creme she had prepa- Thud. Whenever the older of the two Tuffles looked into the kitchen, she would see the blonde monkey completely passed out, her face in the creme bowl. |
