"Do you feel like getting put on a Buddhist Shock Collar today? I took down twenty 'bots in the last ten hours, and I can take you down too."
Whaddya lookin' at? Rakka Sukai is a survivor and proud of it. Even if she will never acknowledge that her clothes and religion lower her life expectancy rate! She's a no-nonsense, practical, tougher-than-diamonds kind of girl. (Despite the fact that she must weighâŠ97 lbs and look even less.) She has a round count of exactly one thousand steam bots blown up, through one fashion or another. (She did cheat and blow up at least a 120 through a revenge mission at one point, mind you. Don't start thinking that she's all-powerful or something, that kind of mentality would get you killed) When she can afford to be nice, she is nice. When she can't, she can literally rip you to pieces. Look at the abilities down below.
Simple version: She's mean if you catch her in a fight, and you better not expect anything because she'll just knock you flat while you're thinking about what you're expecting.
Hard version: Her ten-thousand bone bead rosary is her most prominent weapon of power, and her brain is her most concealed one. Outwardly speaking; she'll waste no time tearing after you with her sharp wit. She employs the use of sutras, prayer books, books of the dead, her own powers (Purification), powers NOT her own, (powers of the dead and living, supernatural and otherwise) anything even remotely useful at hand, ghosts, more ghosts, spirits, spirits of nature, her shoes (kicking you in the precious bits) And if we really spent all day trying to describe how many ways she could screw you over, we'd be here for about a week.
For a Flawed, her early history is fairly typical. She was born to parents she doesn't remember (Something to do with being left in a particularly smelly dumpster) so grew up without them, living on the streets and scrounging to survive. (Watch your pockets, you guys--If you've got them.) But at about two, she found one of the last remaining temples in Isallia.
Why was it still standing, you ask? Well, it's simple: They literally couldn't tear it down. (They tried, you guys. Really did. Except all of their plans to actually move it sort of blew up one way or another and fire was out of the question at the time-- It was a bit more trouble than it was worth, so they left it.) But here was this little urchin, years later after the planning, looking up at this gigantic ass church that looked pretty uninhabited. She wasn't smart enough to stay the heck away (Being two and all) so she decided to march up the steps, and go live there as long as she was able.
So she did.
(And somewhere, all of her victims wept at this turn of events.) Yes, in those walls she learned a great deal many things-- How to fight, how to live, how to pray. She learned of demons and gods, of purification and tainted power. She learned how to speak to the spirits in the wind, the trees.... Shown the layers between life and death, and taught the mysteries of life. She took care of the spirits living in the temple, talked to them and knew their stories. When she couldn't go out, they would go out for her.
When she read prayers and rituals until she dropped, they took care of her.
When the temple finally burned down, they forgave her.
On the day that her home perished before her, she swore vengeance on those who had destroyed the only home she knew. With blessings of those who had it to give away, day and night she carved ten thousand beads out of the bones of who lived there with her for nigh on half a decade, and infused it with all of the temple's innate power, giving it a new home. Since then, she returned to her life on the streets, alternately surviving and destroying those responsible.