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Juliette Abel

Juliette Abel

"Every time I dance, I turn into a better version of me."

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Name;

Juliette Emilia Abel

Nickname;

Jet

Birth Date;

8 August

Age;

18

Zodiac Sign;

Leo

Gender;

Female

Sexuality;

Bisexual

Rich or Poor;

Poor

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship

Major;

Dance

Minor;

Music

Occupation;

Jet works as a waitress in a cafe called Ghost Roasters, located just across campus. It's a popular hangout for university students, and she likes to build up her network while she's there.

She gets dance gigs every so often, though not enough to quit her part time job, and when money gets tight, she'll perform for tips where she can.

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In Depth Appearance;

Jet is only 5'4, but she appears taller because of the poised way she carries herself—back straight, head held high, with a self-possessed grace that can intimidate the more insecure. Her passion requires her to be at peak physical condition, and she maintains her trim and lithe figure through proper diet and religious adherence to her workouts, on top of all the practicing she does. She has golden brown hair that falls to her lower back in soft waves, often messily tied up in a bun or ponytail so it's out of the way. If she weren't so horrible at it, she would style her hair differently every day, but as it is, she struggles enough with a simple ponytail. Her eyes are a soft blue, with the slightest hint of gray ringing them. They never shine as brightly as when she's lost in the music, her body instinctively moving in synch with the melody. She has a small tattoo of the infinity symbol on her left wrist—her constant reminder that nothing is impossible.

Clothing Style;

Sporty with a bit of an edge. Jet likes bright and bold colors, and is usually never in just black. It just seems so dull. Rompers and casual dresses are her favorite because they take the least amount of effort to get right—no need to worry about matching tops and bottoms!—and she pairs them off with high tops or booties. She's on the shorter side, but has long legs, and so looks best in clothing that accentuate them. At least once a day, she'll be in sportswear, either shorts or jogging pants with loose tanks and sport bras, for her daily practice. Wherever she is, a small, teal duffel bag with spare workout and regular clothes and shower supplies is somewhere in the vicinity.

Jet could care less about brands, but she doesn't just get what's cheap either. She goes to off-price retail stores and looks for the best steals.

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Likes;

∞ Rain and thunderstorms
∞ Music
∞ Video games
∞ Musicals she can dance along to
∞ People who are hardworking and passionate
∞ Jumping into any body of water, fully clothed or not at all, when she gets too hot

Disikes;

∞ Anything that disturbs her sleep
∞ Overly uptight people
∞ Being hungry
∞ Anyone who mocks others' passions
∞ Super hot days

Habits;

∞ Has trouble keeping still; often bounces her feet or drums her fingers when idle
∞ Sings when doing any task
∞ Bites down on her lower lip when she feels herself grinning too widely

Hobbies;

∞ Binge watching shows to unwind
∞ Capoeira
∞ Collecting tiny music boxes
∞ Remixing songs with killer dance beats

Fears;

∞ Getting heartbroken. It's already in pieces, she's afraid of what would happen after it shatters one more time.
∞ Catching feelings and exposing her true self
∞ Tight, enclosed spaces
∞ Getting an injury that will render her incapable of dancing

Personality;

Ah, the sass is strong in this one. Jet struts across campus like she hasn't a care in the world, a quip ever-present at the tip of her tongue, mischief permanently etched on her face. Cracking snarky little jokes during inappropriate moments is a skill Jet has long since mastered, and she is very much fluent in sarcasm. It's really like a second language. She is blasé about everything and takes things in stride (is that a buck naked homeless man smoking pot and talking to himself? Hope he doesn't get too cold), almost as though she is physically incapable of taking things seriously. This general jauntiness combined with some slight devil-may-care tendencies is the perfect recipe for trouble, and it's safe to say one is always brewing when she's around. If she hasn't lost her touch, her professors would associate her name with a headache before the first week is up. And just to piss them off even more, she does well in her classes.

Jet's almost got the world convinced that nothing fazes her, but sometimes, the gleam in her eyes give her away. Catch her in a rare off day and you'll know that the opposite is true; it's not that she doesn't care, it's that she cares too much. Jet keeps people within arm's reach and doesn't let herself get attached because she's been burned enough times to know to stay away from the fire. She's built walls surrounded by bigger walls surrounded by bigger ones to protect herself—she's already broken enough as it is, thank you very much.

It's only when she's dancing that everything—every pretense, every barrier, every issue deflected with snark—is stripped down, revealing the Juliette she keeps under lock and key. Passionate and genuine, afraid to hope because she'll only get disappointed. She'd rather be lonely than hurt any time.

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Income;

$11/hour, plus tips (both from the cafe and her occasional street performances), so less than $20000 annually. She nearly triples her cafe paycheck when she manages to land a gig.

Finances;

Upper Lower Class, the working poor.

Spending Habits;

Growing up with little money has primed and disciplined her, and Jet has learned to keep herself alive without spending too mcuh. She saves whatever she can and treats herself to something nice once a month.

Transportation;

Cars are over-rated, says someone who can't afford one.

House;

She stays at the dorm.

Place of Origin;

Reykjavik, Iceland

Background;

Jet's a victim of the usual sob story: deadbeat dad and barely there, half a mom. They used to be a happy family, once upon a time, but it was hard maintaining a smile when they were knee-deep in debt. She was eight when their parents hightailed it out of the country in the middle of the night, dragging her half-asleep self into a cab and to the airport. That year had been particularly tough on her, and it would have marked the first (of many, so, so many) big loss that would chip away at her rose-tinted glasses. Jet didn't get to say goodbye, to her friends, to her home, to her old life. It was as though her world was turned upside down. In a matter of hours, they were in a new country, in shabby apartment, surrounded by strangers in every sense of the word.

Her dad lasted all of a year before he gave up. There were no dramatic displays or any other traumatizing crap; he just left for work one day and never came back. His disappearance set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events. With her dad's income, they barely made enough to scrape by. With just her mom, making ends meet was nearly impossible. The two of them moved into an even shabbier apartment and ate meager meals; her mom even juggled multiple jobs in order to pay the bills.

Through it all, Jet had but a single means of coping. Dancing was her escape, the last thread that held her sanity together. She danced to forget the present, to remember happier times, to envision a better a future. Back in Reykjavik, she was enrolled in ballet school, and she loved every second of it. She was a natural, and her instructors had said many times over that she had a bright future ahead of her. Of course, because life seemed to hate her, it was the first to go when their financial problems arose.

Jet never stopped dancing, though. Perhaps one of the best things that came from moving to America was broadening her horizons and deepening her love for the art. Los Angeles was home to many street performers she could emulate and learn from, free of charge, and in a rare stroke of luck, her mom happened to befriend a dance instructor in her second job. Jet would stay with him during evenings when her mom was out working, and in return for helping him with chores, he would teach her, help her hone her skills. Elementary, middle, and high school passed by in a haze. Friends came and go, many of them promising to keep in touch although no one ever did, and the only constant in her life was her unofficial dance lessons every 7pm. For nearly a decade, it was the only thing she looked forward to.

But because she was Juliette and nothing good ever lasts for her, even that had come to an end. Physically and emotionally drained, her mom had taken her first vacation in years and chose to go back to Iceland. It was supposed to be for a week, but it turned into months. She was left under the care of her dance instructor, but as compassionate as he was, he couldn't take her in forever. He had reluctantly sent her away after the third week, and whether it was due to his guilt or because she was troublesome, he never contacted her again.

Her scholarship to Hollywood University was a godsend—she'd been couch surfing all summer, so receiving free living quarters, even for a couple of months, was incredibly helpful. Funnily enough, she had enrolled to the university on a whim, with no actual intentions of going into higher education. They held auditions for the dance program and she thought it would be a fun challenge, and that's it; she didn't once entertain the thought of getting selected.

Extra;

Game design class!

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Closed.

Hello there! :)

EDIT: Still a wip, but hoping to get it done later today. Done!

Juliette

Juliette Abel

"Every time I dance, I turn into a better version of me."

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Name;

Juliette Emilia Abel

Nickname;

Jet

Birth Date;

8 August

Age;

18

Zodiac Sign;

Leo

Gender;

Female

Sexuality;

Bisexual

Rich or Poor;

Poor

Trust Fund or Scholarship;

Scholarship

Major;

Dance

Minor;

Music

Occupation;

Jet works as a waitress in a cafe called Ghost Roasters, located just across campus. It's a popular hangout for university students, and she likes to build up her network while she's there.

She gets dance gigs every so often, though not enough to quit her part time job, and when money gets tight, she'll perform for tips where she can.

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In Depth Appearance;

Jet is only 5'4, but she appears taller because of the poised way she carries herself—back straight, head held high, with a self-possessed grace that can intimidate the more insecure. Her passion requires her to be at peak physical condition, and she maintains her trim and lithe figure through proper diet and religious adherence to her workouts, on top of all the practicing she does. She has golden brown hair that falls to her lower back in soft waves, often messily tied up in a bun or ponytail so it's out of the way. If she weren't so horrible at it, she would style her hair differently every day, but as it is, she struggles enough with a simple ponytail. Her eyes are a soft blue, with the slightest hint of gray ringing them. They never shine as brightly as when she's lost in the music, her body instinctively moving in synch with the melody. She has a small tattoo of the infinity symbol on her left wrist—her constant reminder that nothing is impossible.

Clothing Style;

Sporty with a bit of an edge. Jet likes bright and bold colors, and is usually never in just black. It just seems so dull. Rompers and casual dresses are her favorite because they take the least amount of effort to get right—no need to worry about matching tops and bottoms!—and she pairs them off with high tops or booties. She's on the shorter side, but has long legs, and so looks best in clothing that accentuate them. At least once a day, she'll be in sportswear, either shorts or jogging pants with loose tanks and sport bras, for her daily practice. Wherever she is, a small, teal duffel bag with spare workout and regular clothes and shower supplies is somewhere in the vicinity.

Jet could care less about brands, but she doesn't just get what's cheap either. She goes to off-price retail stores and looks for the best steals.

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Likes;

∞ Rain and thunderstorms
∞ Music
∞ Video games
∞ Musicals she can dance along to
∞ People who are hardworking and passionate
∞ Jumping into any body of water, fully clothed or not at all, when she gets too hot

Disikes;

∞ Anything that disturbs her sleep
∞ Overly uptight people
∞ Being hungry
∞ Anyone who mocks others' passions
∞ Super hot days

Habits;

∞ Has trouble keeping still; often bounces her feet or drums her fingers when idle
∞ Sings when doing any task
∞ Bites down on her lower lip when she feels herself grinning too widely

Hobbies;

∞ Binge watching shows to unwind
∞ Capoeira
∞ Collecting tiny music boxes
∞ Remixing songs with killer dance beats

Fears;

∞ Getting heartbroken. It's already in pieces, she's afraid of what would happen after it shatters one more time.
∞ Catching feelings and exposing her true self
∞ Tight, enclosed spaces
∞ Getting an injury that will render her incapable of dancing

Personality;

Ah, the sass is strong in this one. Jet struts across campus like she hasn't a care in the world, a quip ever-present at the tip of her tongue, mischief permanently etched on her face. Cracking snarky little jokes during inappropriate moments is a skill Jet has long since mastered, and she is very much fluent in sarcasm. It's really like a second language. She is blasé about everything and takes things in stride (is that a buck naked homeless man smoking pot and talking to himself? Hope he doesn't get too cold), almost as though she is physically incapable of taking things seriously. This general jauntiness combined with some slight devil-may-care tendencies is the perfect recipe for trouble, and it's safe to say one is always brewing when she's around. If she hasn't lost her touch, her professors would associate her name with a headache before the first week is up. And just to piss them off even more, she does well in her classes.

Jet's almost got the world convinced that nothing fazes her, but sometimes, the gleam in her eyes give her away. Catch her in a rare off day and you'll know that the opposite is true; it's not that she doesn't care, it's that she cares too much. Jet keeps people within arm's reach and doesn't let herself get attached because she's been burned enough times to know to stay away from the fire. She's built walls surrounded by bigger walls surrounded by bigger ones to protect herself—she's already broken enough as it is, thank you very much.

It's only when she's dancing that everything—every pretense, every barrier, every issue deflected with snark—is stripped down, revealing the Juliette she keeps under lock and key. Passionate and genuine, afraid to hope because she'll only get disappointed. She'd rather be lonely than hurt any time.

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Income;

$11/hour, plus tips (both from the cafe and her occasional street performances). She nearly triples her cafe paycheck when she manages to land a gig.

Finances;

Upper Lower Class. The working poor.

Spending Habits;

Growing up with little money has primed and disciplined her, and Jet has learned to keep herself alive without spending too mcuh. She saves whatever she can and treats herself to something nice once a month.

Transportation;

Cars are over-rated, says someone who can't afford one.

House;

She stays at the dorm.

Place of Origin;

Reykjavik, Iceland

Background;

Jet's a victim of the usual sob story: deadbeat dad and barely there, half a mom. They used to be a happy family, once upon a time, but it was hard maintaining a smile when they were knee-deep in debt. She was eight when their parents hightailed it out of the country in the middle of the night, dragging her half-asleep self into a cab and to the airport. That year had been particularly tough on her, and it would have marked the first (of many, so, so many) big loss that would chip away at her rose-tinted glasses. Jet didn't get to say goodbye, to her friends, to her home, to her old life. It was as though her world was turned upside down. In a matter of hours, they were in a new country, in shabby apartment, surrounded by strangers in every sense of the word.

Her dad lasted all of a year before he gave up. There were no dramatic displays or any other traumatizing crap; he just left for work one day and never came back. His disappearance set off a chain reaction of unfortunate events. With her dad's income, they barely made enough to scrape by. With just her mom, making ends meet was nearly impossible. The two of them moved into an even shabbier apartment and ate meager meals; her mom even juggled multiple jobs in order to pay the bills.

Through it all, Jet had but a single means of coping. Dancing was her escape, the last thread that held her sanity together. She danced to forget the present, to remember happier times, to envision a better a future. Back in Reykjavik, she was enrolled in ballet school, and she loved every second of it. She was a natural, and her instructors had said many times over that she had a bright future ahead of her. Of course, because life seemed to hate her, it was the first to go when their financial problems arose.

Jet never stopped dancing, though. Perhaps one of the best things that came from moving to America was broadening her horizons and deepening her love for the art. Los Angeles was home to many street performers she could emulate and learn from, free of charge, and in a rare stroke of luck, her mom happened to befriend a dance instructor in her second job. Jet would stay with him during evenings when her mom was out working, and in return for helping him with chores, he would teach her, help her hone her skills. Elementary, middle, and high school passed by in a haze. Friends came and go, many of them promising to keep in touch although no one ever did, and the only constant in her life was her unofficial dance lessons every 7pm. For nearly a decade, it was the only thing she looked forward to.

But because she was Juliette and nothing good ever lasts for her, even that had come to an end. Physically and emotionally drained, her mom had taken her first vacation in years and chose to go back to Iceland. It was supposed to be for a week, but it turned into months. She was left under the care of her dance instructor, but as compassionate as he was, he couldn't take her in forever. He had reluctantly sent her away after the third week, and whether it was due to his guilt or because she was troublesome, he never contacted her again.

Her scholarship to Hollywood University was a godsend—she'd been couch surfing all summer, and so the free dorm room that was included was immensely helpful. Funnily enough, she had enrolled on a whim, with no actual intentions of going into higher education. They held auditions for the dance program and she thought it would be a fun challenge; she didn't once entertain the thought of getting selected.

Extra;

Game design class!

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Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Open to Applications!)

Yo. I'm at D23 right now and they just announced Big Hero 6 is in KH3!
And Baymax was there! :3

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Open to Applications!)

Yay~ looking forward to seeing your character, King!

Loved the write-up for Knowledge, too! :D

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Open to Applications!)

Kaz

Name:

Karissa "Kaz" Lockwood

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Species:

Human

Appearance:

Fun-sized and totally not short, Kaz is five feet nothing (and a half!) of trouble. There are days when she forgoes sleep and food, and she's on the skinny side because of that. She likes to put her red hair up in a braided ponytail to keep it out of her face when she's working, which is most of the time, but when it's down, it cascades past her shoulders in messy waves. Her eyes are expressive, windows to her soul and all that, and one can easily glean her mood from them. They're usually twinkling with unbridled excitement and curiosity, but they darken considerably once she enters her more manic state.

Not the most fashion-conscious, Kaz likes to dress in whatever's comfortable. She's rarely seen without her loose yellow jacket, however. It's something of a security blanket for her.

Personality:

In her small village, jaunty and good-humored Kaz has risen from the ranks of lowbrow infamy and has become an official public menace, and rightly so. According to the villagers, she's something of a mad genius (okay, so she tacked on the 'genius' part), and she has been tinkering with and inventing things for as long as she can remember. Her innovations aren't always 100% infallible, and they are usually of the kaboom variety (that's where the public menace part comes in), but there's no denying her mechanical prowess. Kaz is completely enamored with the lost technology of her ancestors' world, and has spent most of her life learning about and trying to replicate them.

Being so passionate about her craft isn't always a good thing, however, and her ingenuity is definitely a double-edged sword. On one hand, she is particularly brilliant. Her out-of-the-box way of thinking allows for unconventional but effective solutions to problems that may otherwise seem impossible. She looks at a situation with an open mind and adapts to it, relying on quick thinking and improvisation to get by. Kaz may be distressingly clueless in all other areas (societal norms, politics, things that normal people consider common sense), but when it comes to machinery, nothing can beat her.

On the other hand, her single-minded fascination with technology oftentimes come to the detriment of everything else, especially her health. Kaz likes picking things apart to find out how they work and can pore over a book from cover to cover in one sitting. She is prone to obsessing over new things and will relentlessly pursue her current obsession until it is appropriately satiated. Once her curiosity is properly piqued and her switch is turned on, she can go for days on end without eating or sleeping, too absorbed in her work to worry about anything or anyone else. In the same light, she is willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish a goal she is set on. It's usually best to stay clear of her way when she gets like this.

Disregarding her crazy, obsessive side, Kaz can almost pass for a regular teenager (though not really). She's excitable and goofy, amused by even the simplest things. There's very little that offends or perturbs her, and she is literally up for whatever shenanigans anyone is cooking up. She takes insults against her person very lightly, and although she fires back with snark, it's usually done with affection. Kaz is also not very conscious of danger; she dives headlong into any circumstance, especially even ones that are potentially life-threatening, just because she thinks it could be fun and interesting.

Long story short: for someone who's supposed to be smart, she actually does a lot of idiotic things.

Capabilities:

Nimble and surefooted, Kaz is capable of fast maneuvers that allow her to run across from place to place with utmost haste. She's not as physically strong as the others (look at those skinny arms and legs!), and therefore relies on magic and erratic but strategic movements instead.

But before all that, she's a mechanic. Tinkering and thinking her way out of things is her strongest suit. More often than not, she'll narrowly escape a predicament thanks to an unorthodox idea, coupled with some cheap tricks.

Weaknesses:

Kaz's incredibly unimposing stature doesn't just make her look feeble. She doesn't pack as strong a punch, and against a formidable Heartless, her strikes might as well be a tap on the shoulder. Her energy is akin to fireworks—explosive but ultimately fleeting. Lika a sprinter, she has to move in bursts and take rests in between because that's all her stamina can handle.

Her penchant to obsess over things can make things difficult for others. She can be stubborn and hard to dissuade; even if you tell her about the dangers lurking, she'll ignore them all if she gets to see something fascinating.

And does curiosity count as a weakness? Because Kaz would definitely be the metaphorical cat in most scenarios.

History:

In the heart of the Dark Forest is a small village rooted in the past, its inhabitants resolutely clinging onto the last vestiges of their ancestors' world. The village has since dwindled in population, losing many to the allure of the bustling Haven, and only the dedicated have remained to preserve the stories and knowledge of their ancestors' lost world. None are more so intrinsically tied to this history than the Lockwoods, who have long been designated as Knowledge's keeper of records.

Little Kaz grew up surrounded by relics and books, all within a step-ladder's reach, and there was nothing she left untouched. She was born a tinkerer, blessed with an unquenchable curiosity and deft fingers that constantly itch to take things apart and put back together. The inner workings of these lost technology was nothing short of fascinating, boggling her with its self-sustaining attributes. Technology in Sanctuary was vastly different, with magic was at its core, but these relics had only wirings and mechanisms that existed nowhere else.

She spent her childhood making things (and inadvertently destroying some, mainly parts of their village), trying to recreate machinery that were recorded in the books--like this amazing vehicle that used electromagnetically-suspended wheels--or using the lost world's concepts to enhance Sanctuary technology. Mostly, she made things that have a tendency to explode and the people of her small village did not take to that at all.

Even though she is an only child, and thus de facto future record keeper, the village as a whole schemed to send her away after yet another incident. The village has kept to itself most of the time, and they reasoned that it was time they started to branch out engage with the rest of the plane. They elected her as their 'ambassador'; as a Lockwood, they said it was her duty to gather knowledge of the outside world and bring it back to them. Of course, Kaz knows they're really just kicking her out—far, far away so she wouldn't accidentally ruin their precious relics, but she was curious about the inner rings anyway.

Still, Kaz, for all the genius she claimed to possess, would never have known that an entirely different path awaited her beyond the woods of the Dark Forest.

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Name:

Circuit Breaker

Description:

It glows! The entire blade is a sleek obsidian, about a meter in length and slightly shorter than average (story of her life), and has a rounded base and hilt with a solid grip in the middle. Although its default glow accent is a neon blue, Circuit Breaker changes color to correspond with her current mood. There's a faint electrical hum that emanates from the blade, soothing and familiar.

Strength:

Light and wieldy, easy enough for her to carry around. It augments magical abilities by focusing energy and releasing it with pinpoint accuracy.

Weakness:

Doesn't offer much defense, and because it is lightweight, its striking power is considerably less effective.

Other:

Works best with Kaz using it to fire projectiles, using her magical energy as ammunition.

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Open to Applications!)

Sorry for the delay, but I finally finished! :)

Kingdom Hearts: Shattered Planes (Open to Applications!)

Hello! I'd like to throw in a WIP, if that's alright. I'll have it done tonight. :)

Kaz

Name:

Karissa "Kaz" Lockwood

Age:

16

Gender:

Female

Species:

Human

Appearance:

Fun-sized and totally not short, Kaz is five feet nothing (and a half!) of trouble. There are days when she forgoes sleep and food, and she's on the skinny side because of that. She likes to put her red hair up in a braided ponytail to keep it out of her face when she's working, which is most of the time, but when it's down, it cascades past her shoulders in waves. Her eyes are expressive, windows to her soul and all that, and one can easily glean her mood from them. They're usually twinkling with unbridled excitement and curiosity, but they darken considerably once she enters her more manic state.

Not the most fashion-conscious, Kaz likes to dress in whatever's comfortable. She's rarely seen without her loose yellow jacket, however. It's something of a security blanket for her.

Personality:

In her small village, jaunty and good-humored Kaz has risen from the ranks of lowbrow infamy and has become an official public menace, and rightly so. According to the villagers, she's something of a mad genius (okay, so she tacked on the 'genius' part), and she has been tinkering with and inventing things for as long as she can remember. Her innovations aren't always 100% infallible, and they are usually of the kaboom variety (that's where the public menace part comes in), but there's no denying her mechanical prowess. Kaz is completely enamored with the lost technology of her ancestors' world, and has spent most of her life learning about and trying to replicate them.

Being so passionate about her craft isn't always a good thing, however, and her ingenuity is definitely a double-edged sword. On one hand, she is particularly brilliant. Her out-of-the-box way of thinking allows for unconventional but effective solutions to problems that may otherwise seem impossible. She looks at a situation with an open mind and adapts to it, relying on quick thinking and improvisation to get by. Kaz may be distressingly clueless in all other areas (societal norms, politics, things that normal people consider common sense), but when it comes to machinery, nothing can beat her.

On the other hand, her single-minded fascination with technology oftentimes come to the detriment of everything else, especially her health. Kaz likes picking things apart to find out how they work and can pore over a book from cover to cover in one sitting. She is prone to obsessing over new things and will relentlessly pursue her current obsession until it is appropriately satiated. Once her curiosity is properly piqued and her switch is turned on, she can go for days on end without eating or sleeping, too absorbed in her work to worry about anything or anyone else. In the same light, she is willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish a goal she is set on. it's usually best to stay clear of her way when she gets like this.

Disregarding her crazy, obsessive side, Kaz can almost pass for a regular teenager (though not really). She's excitable and goofy, amused by even the simplest things. There's very little that offends or perturbs her, and she is literally up for whatever shenanigans anyone is cooking up. She takes insults against her person very lightly, and although she fires back with snark, it's usually done with affection. Kaz is also not very conscious of danger; she dives headlong into any circumstance, especially even ones that are potentially life-threatening, just because she thinks it could be fun and interesting.

Long story short: for someone who's supposed to be smart, she actually does a lot of idiotic things.

Capabilities:

Nimble and surefooted, Kaz is capable of fast maneuvers that allow her to run across from place to place with utmost haste. She's not as physically strong as the others (look at those skinny arms and legs!), and therefore relies on magic and erratic but strategic movements instead.

But before all that, she's a mechanic. Tinkering and thinking her way out of things is her strongest suit. More often than not, she'll narrowly escape a predicament thanks to an unorthodox idea, coupled with some cheap tricks.

Weaknesses:

Kaz's incredibly unimposing stature doesn't just make her look feeble. She doesn't pack as strong a punch, and against a formidable Heartless, her strikes might as well be a tap on the shoulder. Her energy is akin to fireworks—explosive but ultimately fleeting. Essentially a sprinter, she has to move in bursts and take rests in between because that's all her stamina can handle.

Her penchant to obsess over things can make things difficult for others. She can be stubborn and hard to dissuade; even if you tell her about the dangers lurking, she'll ignore them all if she gets to see something fascinating.

And does curiosity count as a weakness? Because Kaz would definitely be the metaphorical cat in most scenarios.

History:

In the heart of the Dark Forest is a small village rooted in the past, its inhabitants resolutely clinging onto the last vestiges of their ancestors' world. The village has since dwindled in population, losing many to the allure of the bustling Haven, and only the dedicated have remained to preserve the stories and knowledge of their ancestors' lost world. None are more so intrinsically tied to this history than the Lockwoods, who have long been designated as Knowledge's keeper of records.

Little Kaz grew up surrounded by relics and books, all within a step ladder's reach, and there was nothing she left untouched. She was born a tinkerer, blessed with an unquenchable curiosity and deft fingers that constantly itch to take things apart and put back together. The inner workings of these lost technology was nothing short of fascinating, boggling her with its self-sustaining attributes. Technology in Sanctuary was vastly different, with magic was at its core, but these relics had only wirings and mechanisms that existed nowhere else.

She spent her childhood making things (and inadvertently destroying some, mainly parts of their village), trying to recreate machinery that were recorded in the books--like this amazing bicycle that uses electromagnetically-suspended wheels--or using the lost world's concepts to enhance Sanctuary technology. Mostly, she made things that have a tendency to explode and the people of her small village did not take to that at all.

Even though she is an only child, and thus de facto future record keeper, the village as a whole schemed and elected her as their 'ambassador' after yet another incident. The village has kept to itself most of the time, and they reasoned that it was time they started to branch out engage with the rest of the plane. As a Lockwood, it was her supposed duty to gather knowledge of the outside world and bring it back to them. Of course, Kaz knows they're really just kicking her out—far, far away so she wouldn't accidentally ruin their precious relics.

Still, Kaz, for all the genius she claimed to possess, would never have known that an entirely different path awaited her beyond the woods of the Dark Forest.

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Circuit Breaker

Name:

Circuit Breaker

Description:

It glows! Although its default accent is a neon blue, Circuit Breaker changes color to correspond with her current mood. The entire blade is a sleek obsidian, about a meter in length and slightly shorter than average (story of her life), and has a rounded base and hilt with a solid grip in the middle. There's a faint electrical hum that emanates from the blade, soothing and familiar.

Strength:

Light and wieldy, it augments magical abilities by focusing energy and releasing it with pinpoint accuracy.

Weakness:

Doesn't offer much defense, and because it is lightweight, its striking power is considerably less effective.

Other:

Works best with Kaz using it to fire projectiles, using her magical energy as ammunition.

As for the world, I'll fill in the sheet later, but I was thinking the Plane of Knowledge could be a Big Hero 6-inspired world? Essentially, a more technologically-advanced version of present Earth. It seems like it could work well.

Free Winds [Reboot]

Super quick post to catch up!

Free Winds [Reboot]

An ex-officer! How lucky were they? The trepidation that overwhelmed Emery just moments before had instantly been replaced with relief. Varren was not at all what she feared, and in fact had turned out to be their silver lining. He was armed and experienced and that meant they could rely on him. Already he had guaranteed them protection and a way out of the island; that was more than she could have hoped for. Even Aubrey had no qualms about following him, and that had been the definitive sign for her that they could trust this person. There was also something about the Free Winds that rang a bell, and for someone reason her sister's face came to mind, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. She'll just have to ask about it when they weren't in immediate danger.

"Nice… to… meet you… Mr. Varren," Emery said in between breaths as she tried to match his and Aubrey's pace. Her shorter legs had to move twice as much just to keep up, and she was already getting winded. If she hadn't been exerting so much focus and energy into keeping herself upright, perhaps she could have been a bit speedier. "I'm… Emery." Still, despite being extra cautious, she nearly stumbled a couple of times, tripping over her own feet yet again. Each time she'd managed to find a way to steady herself—that is to say, she had to yank at Aubrey's arm twice and Varren's once—and she was just lucky she didn't accidentally drag them down with her.

Their path to the forest had been mostly uneventful, thank goodness. She tried to steer them through rarely trodden roads or ones that had the most cover; focusing on directions had been the only effective distraction from the worries starting to catch up with her. Emery tried not to think of the others left behind, of the mayor and the dangers he may be facing, of Auntie Mel, and diverted her attention to doing what she can to keep them out of trouble. It worked for the most past. The closest to trouble they had gotten was an almost encounter with two soldiers, but thankfully her goggles alerted them just in time. The three of them managed to avoid engaging in any sort of combat, and soon they would find themselves surrounded by thickets of green.

They had made it to the forest, and now all they had to do was reach the airship. If her calculation were right, and they always were, that should be no more than a ten minutes' walk away. What's the worst that could happen then?

Free Winds [Reboot]

Sorry about the inactivity! It's finals week so I'm currently dying from information overload. I'll post as soon as I can!