Post by Alex-065 on Jul 8, 2011 17:15:05 GMT -5
Name: Rai Kaneko a.k.a. "Capacita"
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Power Level: 7
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: Lithe and athletic, raven-haired Rai considers herself blessed to be a classic example of asian beauty, possessing exotic almond-shaped eyes and a "barely there" swoop of a nose presiding over plush pink lips that hide a smile nearly as white and immaculate as her porcelain skin tone. Still, Rai is a bit on the short side standing all of five-foot-nothing, and until her "lucky accident" her chest was as typically flat as one might expect of a Tokyo lass. But ever since then Rai's bust has been more than able make up for her short stature with curvatures that nearly defy her considerable grasp of geometry.
Personality: Perky and upbeat, there's little that can simmer Rai's electric personality or stump her keen intellect. Save for, perhaps, bugs. She's never been able to stand them and even the sight of a house fly is enough for her to shriek at. A spider will have her sprinting across four lanes of traffic.
Creepy-crawlies aside, Rai loves people. The girl has never met a stranger, although she can become over-enthusiastic and clingy enough to get on the nerves of even her most patient friends. She's far from the jealous type, but she can't help that she hates to be alone.
History: Rai was born into the urban sprawl of Tokyo. The daughter of married school teachers, it didn't take long for Rai's parents to realize their girl was a prodigy and did all that they could to encourage her scholastic growth. As she matured into a gregarious teen, however, the challenge became getting Rai to focus her gifted mind on school and not speeding all her time hanging out with her friends.
In high school Rai joined the track team, ostensibly to show collage entry boards she had extracurriculars, but really only because several of her friends had joined. Soon enough, though, Rai became so enamored with the team-dynamic and with her own fleet-footedness that she began to take part in the "lame" sport for it's own sake. Likewise her grades improved dramatically to ensure her place on the team.
Both her brains and her feet carried her to one of Japan's premier universities with a full scholarship. By this point, running had become a near religious obsession fueled by Rai's boundless energy. Everyone in school anticipated that it would only be a matter of time before she was approached by the Olympic comity. But no one could have foreseen the disaster that would strike first.
One fateful evening, Rai was horrified to discover she had lost her cellphone. After several minutes of hyperventilating, she realized she had to have left it in her desk in the university's materials research lab. Unable to bear the thought of waiting until the next morning Rai donned her running shoes and track suit and took off like the wind. Upon arriving near midnight, she searched desperately for a security guard or janitor to beg or bribe into letting her inside. Imagine her surprise when she found the entrance to the engineering wing was open.
She swiftly snuck inside and recovered her phone. As she gratefully slipped it into her pocket and turned to exfiltrate the campus, the story of her life seemed to turn to a blank page...
On the page after that, Rai was painfully awake in a hospital bed being attended to by her tearful parents and learning that the university lab had somehow exploded the night she had snuck in. She had been found by rescue workers under four feet of rumble, unconscious but miraculously alive for the most part. Her only injuries were a few minor burns and many, many tiny lacerations across her chest that the doctors described as shrapnel wounds. Yet they had found no shrapnel to remove. X-rays showed a virtual galaxy of errant, possibly metallic objects. The largest was the size of a grain of rice. Most others no larger than a grain of sand. Another x-ray taken only ten minutes later showed nearly nothing. The next just showed nothing. Whatever fragments had been embedded in Rai's modest bust seeded to disappear or dissolve away. Hearing this, Rai was confused but grateful for an otherwise clean bill of heath and was allowed to return home after a remarkably short recovery.
It wasn't long before Rai was on the track again, doing laps past the fenced off crater that used to be the science lab and chatting on the cellphone that had almost cost the eager girl her life. It had managed to survive the still mysterious blast in better shape than Rai had. Funny thing was, she noticed it's battery could barely hold a charge anymore. She could leave it plugged in all night and whether she talked on it or not, it would be dead in her pocket by dinner. Then lunch. Then breakfast. Then…
Rai wasn't stupid. A little naïve, maybe, but when she finally realized what was going on, she wondered why she hadn't figured it out sooner. The problem with Rai's phone wasn't the battery. It was Rai.
She learned this the first morning she tried to pick up a call and her still plugged in phone exploded into an arch of lightning that lept to her finger tips. Once done screaming, Rai realized she was fine. She hadn't been hurt, just merely surprised by a violent and inexplicable burst of voltage that had left her hand, and for some reason her breasts, with a pleasant tingling sensation. In fact, this more pronounced sensation made her realize that her chest had been tingling for as long as she'd been out of the hospital, and that this was not the first time she had ever felt it. This wasn't just the itch of knitting wounds. This had been part of what puberty had felt like for her, lasting until the growth of her modest B-cups had subsided in her mid teens. So what did all this weirdness mean?
Rai decided to experiment to find out. Doing so involved disregarding everything her mother had never told her about not playing with electricity. First, she touched the sparking hunk of slag that used to be her phone, still connected to the wall outlet and was pleasantly confused by what she felt. She wasn't being electrocuted. She was drawing current. She was being charged little by little. And little by little, the tingling in her chest was increasing. If felt good. But it was too slow.
So, Rai went to the next logical step. She drew a nice hot bath for herself, and stood in it with a running hair blower in her hand. She did pause a minute to think that what she was doing was crazy, but also that she would be crazy not to try. With a frightened little grin, she dropped the blower and rode the lighting. The shock that was applied to her was brief but seemed to last forever before a fuse blew and the lights went out. Rai felt alive.
She cheered in the dark, splashing as she did a little dance, thinking for sure that she had gained the superhuman ability to survive electrocution. As she blindly dried off, she realized she was only half right. She stood there, stunned, holding on to a plump and virtually vibrating bust that felt much, much too large to be her's. She didn't just survive. She thrived And bigger boobs, as she would soon learn, were the least of her newfound blessings.
As it would turn out, the blast at Rai's university had been caused by a highly volatile superconductor that had been underdevelopment there. Fragments of it had struck Rai and then fused into the surrounding soft tissue of her breasts, essentially turning them into organic batteries capable of storing profound voltages. The greater their charge, the larger they grew. Likewise, they shrank when electricity was drawn from them to enable superhuman abilities that Rai was quick to discover and exploit for more fun than she'd ever had.
She was living a dream. She now had a chest to make other girls jealous, although it did take a little work to keep her size just right. More importantly, and most profoundly, she had a new repertoire of superpowers to live out every sentai or magical girl fantasy she had ever had. She wasted no time in making an outfit that transfixed her when Rai stared at her reflection while wearing the complete ensemble for the first time. A black mini-skirt, a likewise colored pair of fingerless gloves, bugler-style eye mask, and scrunchies for an adorable pair of ponytails; plus the best running shoes money could buy and a very stretchy sports bra emblazoned with the English letter "C" to initial her new name. Capacita!
Powers: By virtue of the reserves of energy stored up in her bosom, Capacita is able to outrun Tokyo's bullet train, throw punches that threaten the sound barrier, and cast lightning attacks that could trump Zeus on his best day. With enough focus, she can even fly with enough electricity charged up, but not for long. It uses up too much of her stored power. Easy come, easy go. But the reverse is just as true.
Equipment: None but her outfit and precious new cellphone. One of several replacements she's been careful not to destroy again.
Weakness: Capacita's greatest strength, her boobs, are also is her greatest weakness. They can only hold finite charge, and great as that may be, they drain quickly if discharged too rapidly or for too long. Her cleavage can swallow any manner of energy attack but this makes it possible for Capacita to become overloaded. Ether her breasts will swell up so much that she can so longer move. Or like a fuse blowing, they will suddenly lose all charge and shrink to nothing, leaving Capacita completely drained, flat-chested, and as helpless as any normal girl.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Alignment: Neutral Good
Power Level: 7
Timeline: Modern
Appearance: Lithe and athletic, raven-haired Rai considers herself blessed to be a classic example of asian beauty, possessing exotic almond-shaped eyes and a "barely there" swoop of a nose presiding over plush pink lips that hide a smile nearly as white and immaculate as her porcelain skin tone. Still, Rai is a bit on the short side standing all of five-foot-nothing, and until her "lucky accident" her chest was as typically flat as one might expect of a Tokyo lass. But ever since then Rai's bust has been more than able make up for her short stature with curvatures that nearly defy her considerable grasp of geometry.
Personality: Perky and upbeat, there's little that can simmer Rai's electric personality or stump her keen intellect. Save for, perhaps, bugs. She's never been able to stand them and even the sight of a house fly is enough for her to shriek at. A spider will have her sprinting across four lanes of traffic.
Creepy-crawlies aside, Rai loves people. The girl has never met a stranger, although she can become over-enthusiastic and clingy enough to get on the nerves of even her most patient friends. She's far from the jealous type, but she can't help that she hates to be alone.
History: Rai was born into the urban sprawl of Tokyo. The daughter of married school teachers, it didn't take long for Rai's parents to realize their girl was a prodigy and did all that they could to encourage her scholastic growth. As she matured into a gregarious teen, however, the challenge became getting Rai to focus her gifted mind on school and not speeding all her time hanging out with her friends.
In high school Rai joined the track team, ostensibly to show collage entry boards she had extracurriculars, but really only because several of her friends had joined. Soon enough, though, Rai became so enamored with the team-dynamic and with her own fleet-footedness that she began to take part in the "lame" sport for it's own sake. Likewise her grades improved dramatically to ensure her place on the team.
Both her brains and her feet carried her to one of Japan's premier universities with a full scholarship. By this point, running had become a near religious obsession fueled by Rai's boundless energy. Everyone in school anticipated that it would only be a matter of time before she was approached by the Olympic comity. But no one could have foreseen the disaster that would strike first.
One fateful evening, Rai was horrified to discover she had lost her cellphone. After several minutes of hyperventilating, she realized she had to have left it in her desk in the university's materials research lab. Unable to bear the thought of waiting until the next morning Rai donned her running shoes and track suit and took off like the wind. Upon arriving near midnight, she searched desperately for a security guard or janitor to beg or bribe into letting her inside. Imagine her surprise when she found the entrance to the engineering wing was open.
She swiftly snuck inside and recovered her phone. As she gratefully slipped it into her pocket and turned to exfiltrate the campus, the story of her life seemed to turn to a blank page...
On the page after that, Rai was painfully awake in a hospital bed being attended to by her tearful parents and learning that the university lab had somehow exploded the night she had snuck in. She had been found by rescue workers under four feet of rumble, unconscious but miraculously alive for the most part. Her only injuries were a few minor burns and many, many tiny lacerations across her chest that the doctors described as shrapnel wounds. Yet they had found no shrapnel to remove. X-rays showed a virtual galaxy of errant, possibly metallic objects. The largest was the size of a grain of rice. Most others no larger than a grain of sand. Another x-ray taken only ten minutes later showed nearly nothing. The next just showed nothing. Whatever fragments had been embedded in Rai's modest bust seeded to disappear or dissolve away. Hearing this, Rai was confused but grateful for an otherwise clean bill of heath and was allowed to return home after a remarkably short recovery.
It wasn't long before Rai was on the track again, doing laps past the fenced off crater that used to be the science lab and chatting on the cellphone that had almost cost the eager girl her life. It had managed to survive the still mysterious blast in better shape than Rai had. Funny thing was, she noticed it's battery could barely hold a charge anymore. She could leave it plugged in all night and whether she talked on it or not, it would be dead in her pocket by dinner. Then lunch. Then breakfast. Then…
Rai wasn't stupid. A little naïve, maybe, but when she finally realized what was going on, she wondered why she hadn't figured it out sooner. The problem with Rai's phone wasn't the battery. It was Rai.
She learned this the first morning she tried to pick up a call and her still plugged in phone exploded into an arch of lightning that lept to her finger tips. Once done screaming, Rai realized she was fine. She hadn't been hurt, just merely surprised by a violent and inexplicable burst of voltage that had left her hand, and for some reason her breasts, with a pleasant tingling sensation. In fact, this more pronounced sensation made her realize that her chest had been tingling for as long as she'd been out of the hospital, and that this was not the first time she had ever felt it. This wasn't just the itch of knitting wounds. This had been part of what puberty had felt like for her, lasting until the growth of her modest B-cups had subsided in her mid teens. So what did all this weirdness mean?
Rai decided to experiment to find out. Doing so involved disregarding everything her mother had never told her about not playing with electricity. First, she touched the sparking hunk of slag that used to be her phone, still connected to the wall outlet and was pleasantly confused by what she felt. She wasn't being electrocuted. She was drawing current. She was being charged little by little. And little by little, the tingling in her chest was increasing. If felt good. But it was too slow.
So, Rai went to the next logical step. She drew a nice hot bath for herself, and stood in it with a running hair blower in her hand. She did pause a minute to think that what she was doing was crazy, but also that she would be crazy not to try. With a frightened little grin, she dropped the blower and rode the lighting. The shock that was applied to her was brief but seemed to last forever before a fuse blew and the lights went out. Rai felt alive.
She cheered in the dark, splashing as she did a little dance, thinking for sure that she had gained the superhuman ability to survive electrocution. As she blindly dried off, she realized she was only half right. She stood there, stunned, holding on to a plump and virtually vibrating bust that felt much, much too large to be her's. She didn't just survive. She thrived And bigger boobs, as she would soon learn, were the least of her newfound blessings.
As it would turn out, the blast at Rai's university had been caused by a highly volatile superconductor that had been underdevelopment there. Fragments of it had struck Rai and then fused into the surrounding soft tissue of her breasts, essentially turning them into organic batteries capable of storing profound voltages. The greater their charge, the larger they grew. Likewise, they shrank when electricity was drawn from them to enable superhuman abilities that Rai was quick to discover and exploit for more fun than she'd ever had.
She was living a dream. She now had a chest to make other girls jealous, although it did take a little work to keep her size just right. More importantly, and most profoundly, she had a new repertoire of superpowers to live out every sentai or magical girl fantasy she had ever had. She wasted no time in making an outfit that transfixed her when Rai stared at her reflection while wearing the complete ensemble for the first time. A black mini-skirt, a likewise colored pair of fingerless gloves, bugler-style eye mask, and scrunchies for an adorable pair of ponytails; plus the best running shoes money could buy and a very stretchy sports bra emblazoned with the English letter "C" to initial her new name. Capacita!
Powers: By virtue of the reserves of energy stored up in her bosom, Capacita is able to outrun Tokyo's bullet train, throw punches that threaten the sound barrier, and cast lightning attacks that could trump Zeus on his best day. With enough focus, she can even fly with enough electricity charged up, but not for long. It uses up too much of her stored power. Easy come, easy go. But the reverse is just as true.
Equipment: None but her outfit and precious new cellphone. One of several replacements she's been careful not to destroy again.
Weakness: Capacita's greatest strength, her boobs, are also is her greatest weakness. They can only hold finite charge, and great as that may be, they drain quickly if discharged too rapidly or for too long. Her cleavage can swallow any manner of energy attack but this makes it possible for Capacita to become overloaded. Ether her breasts will swell up so much that she can so longer move. Or like a fuse blowing, they will suddenly lose all charge and shrink to nothing, leaving Capacita completely drained, flat-chested, and as helpless as any normal girl.
