Mistress Dizzy

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Plot twist, lol

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Jin was tense. She missed her bow. All it would take was one clean shot through the eye and this horrible person trying to start up a war would be dealt with. Of course, she had never killed anyone before. She had killed animals before, much to the distaste of Bella. But she was certain in her heart that she could kill in defense of her beloved family.

"What should we do, Father? I mean, Anna and I. We can't just stand here." At least Jin couldn't just stand there.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Strength - Jin Ifriti

Humanity

Name: Jin Ifriti

Age: 21

Arcana: Strength

Appearance: Jin is very petite at 5 foot nothing and about 120 pounds. They are biracial; half African American and half Japanese. They have black, wavy hair worn in a short, easily maintained cut, and have warm brown skin and dark brown eyes. While usually seen around campus in a maintenance jumpsuit, they also wear thrift store clothing on their days off.

Hider

Personality: Sharp minded and sharp tongued, Jin seems to have a major chip on their shoulder. Their life experiences so far have colored every interaction toward the negative. They tend to carry themselves with a sense of aggression and defensiveness, ready to fight at any time. There is a hatred of those who “have it all”, which in Jin’s book are the big three: Family, Finances and Freedom. Usually those who have the finances are the hardest for Jin to deal with.

There is a banked fire within their spirit, and a stubbornness to continue despite the odds. Despite having rough language and appearance, Jin is highly intelligent and can think circles around most people. Beneath all the anger and audacity lies the brain of a mechanical and engineering genius. The university’s employees know that Jin can fix just about anything. Computers, cars, all manner of electronics and appliances. High level math is fun and games. There is a deep thirst within them for more knowledge. Sometimes Jin can be found sneaking to the edges of classrooms, recording lessons on their phone that they will never be able to afford.

In their deepest heart of hearts, Jin wants to be normal. They long for this fun looking and “easy” life that people their age seem to have been handed. They despise those that throw this away the most.

Bio: The only child of a police detective and a mayoral assistant, Jin was born into a relatively normal life. They lost their parents at a young age due to a criminal seeking revenge on their father. Homelessness followed, and after that they were placed in foster home after home. The constant shifting and lack of foundation made it very hard for Jin to trust or make connections with anyone. Friendless in school, reticent at home, and with poor grades due to slipping through the cracks of the American school system, Jin was released from foster care at 18 with nothing to show for their life besides a jaded attitude and a few dollars in their pocket.

After bouncing from job to job, Jin finally found a maintenance position at Barclay Waterfront University and has been working there for about a year. In their mind, it is only a matter of time before they are let go and have to move onto the next failure. They have long wondered what the point of life is if this is all there is to it.

Scars:
-Orphan
-Homeless
-Did not graduate
-Undiagnosed ADHD and PTSD likely

Shadow

Appearance: An androgynous humanoid figure with what looks like bloodied bite marks all over their body. They wear rags and are barefoot. Underneath a worn hood, a pair of piercing red eyes shine through.

Personality: Morose, and yet full of rage and hatred, the Shadow is a reflection of Jin’s lack of control over their life. The Shadow is a literal manifestation of the “dog eat dog” world that Jin has learned to navigate.

Territory: The Shadow’s territory is grimy, dim, and looks like a large prison cell. There are what looks like fallen bodies all around; upon closer inspection these are faceless and will crumble to dust at a touch. The longer people spend here, the more isolated, angry, and desperate they will become.

Metaverse

A warrior of life and legend with a fiery spirit, more than strength is hidden with this individual. This Persona has Projectile Mastery.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

*rolls around* I want to post but I also want the ballroom scene to move forward.

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani was surprised that he had come all this way for something that could have been said from a distance. Maybe he wanted to prove his seriousness in the matter. All she could do was respond with the truth.

“It is worse than they say, Prince Eskel. The small things don’t make the vids. The constant loss of life and livelihood of the smaller rim planets, the subtle propaganda takeover of the common channels. The Empire is everywhere, and more insidious by the day. If – ”

She shut her eyes, centering herself. “If you really want this, if you’re truly ready to wage war, you have to know that this will come first for me, always. Once my training is complete, I fully plan to head back to the seat of the Rebellion and bring the Empire down with everything we have. It has to be soon, otherwise…” There was the usual twist in her stomach. “There will be more Alderaans, and worse.”

She stared him dead in the eyes, subtly reading him. What Yoda had discovered was that she could glean surface thoughts and intentions from people if she focused on them, and had been doing that the majority of her life without training. He admitted that this was not something he could fully train her in, but gave her as much guidance has he could.

“I will ask you to search your heart and soul. If you truly mean for this union to work, you will also have to wage war. It’s not about resources, it’s not about being a figurehead. I will be asking you to do battle, in person. I will ask you to fight. I will ask you to kill.”

“Prince Eskel, please take the evening to determine what you truly are capable of, and do not give me an answer until you have.”

Hopefully Sanctuary

Mara pouted very slightly as the server vanished. “Kids these days. Never want to hear about the philosophy of food shortage.”

“Mom, I don’t think anyone wants to hear about that.” Devika slid into the booth. “Especially not someone working minimum wage.”

“You see, Mara? That’s the human factor.” Tim cut in, grinning.

Mara started up again, eyes bright. “But the facts clearly indicate-”

“Guys.” Devika shook her head, but she was smiling. “Please, cut it out. I’d like to eat without a debate. We’re in public and we have a guest.” It looked like she was trying not to laugh, despite her words.

“Roxy, if you ever wonder where I get my stubborn side from, it’s from both of them.” She started in on a little more food.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

@Lugubrious

That helped me a lot, thank you. PM incoming with Persona details to look over.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Cool, I'll take Strength then. Here's what I've got so far.

Jin WIP

Humanity

Name: Jin Ifriti

Age: 21

Arcana: Strength

Appearance:

Jin pic

Jin is very petite at 5 foot nothing and about 120 pounds. They are biracial; half African American and half Japanese. They have black, wavy hair worn in a short, easily maintained cut, and have warm brown skin and dark brown eyes. While usually seen around campus in a maintenance jumpsuit, they also wear thrift store clothing on their days off.

Personality: Sharp minded and sharp tongued, Jin seems to have a major chip on their shoulder. Their life experiences so far have colored every interaction toward the negative. They tend to carry themselves with a sense of aggression and defensiveness, ready to fight at any time. There is a hatred of those who “have it all”, which in Jin’s book are the big three: Family, Finances and Freedom. Usually those who have the finances are the hardest for Jin to deal with.

There is a banked fire within their spirit, and a stubbornness to continue despite the odds. Despite having rough language and appearance, Jin is highly intelligent and can think circles around most people. Beneath all the anger and audacity lies the brain of a mechanical and engineering genius. The university’s employees know that Jin can fix just about anything. Computers, cars, all manner of electronics and appliances. High level math is fun and games. There is a deep thirst within them for more knowledge. Sometimes Jin can be found sneaking to the edges of classrooms, recording lessons on their phone that they will never be able to afford.

In their deepest heart of hearts, Jin wants to be normal. They long for this fun looking and “easy” life that people their age seem to have been handed. They despise those that throw this away the most.

Bio: The only child of a police detective and a mayoral assistant, Jin was born into a relatively normal life. They lost their parents at a young age due to a criminal seeking revenge on their father. Homelessness followed, and after that they were placed in foster home after home. The constant shifting and lack of foundation made it very hard for Jin to trust or make connections with anyone. Friendless in school, reticent at home, and with poor grades due to slipping through the cracks of the American school system, Jin was released from foster care at 18 with nothing to show for their life besides a jaded attitude and a few dollars in their pocket.

After bouncing from job to job, Jin finally found a maintenance position at Barclay Waterfront University and has been working there for about a year. In their mind, it is only a matter of time before they are let go and have to move onto the next failure. They have long wondered what the point of life is if this is all there is to it.

Scars:
-Orphan
-Homeless
-Did not graduate
-Undiagnosed ADHD and PTSD likely

Shadow

Appearance: An androgynous humanoid figure with what looks like bloodied bite marks all over their body. They wear rags and are barefoot. Underneath a worn hood, a pair of piercing red eyes shine through.

Personality: Morose, and yet full of rage and hatred, the Shadow is a reflection of Jin’s lack of control over their life. The Shadow is a literal manifestation of the “dog eat dog” world that Jin has learned to navigate.

Territory: The Shadow’s territory is grimy, dim, and looks like a large prison cell. There are what looks like fallen bodies all around; upon closer inspection these are faceless and will crumble to dust at a touch. The longer people spend here, the more isolated, angry, and desperate they will become.

Metaverse

A warrior of life and legend, more than strength is hidden with this individual.

@lugubrious Please let me know what I should expand on or adjust. I will PM you the details of the Persona when I have them worked out.

Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

LOL, looks like Chariot was already snapped up, which suited my character perfectly. Is Strength already taken?

Young Justice

Interaction: Team A, Talon @Courtaud
Location: Inside the Kobra factory; La Hoya

As Cybergirl pulled off the grate, Mirage muffled the sound of the metal tearing. It wasn’t a perfect illusion. As she’d never heard that kind of noise before, she could only dampen it instead of fully erasing it. She waited a tense few moments, waiting for a guard to notice. When there was silence, she made herself invisible and slipped into the grate to start sliding in. It was a bit of a squeeze.

Once she made it through the vent, the corridor ahead was long and metallic. There were four doors, all of them closed. Carefully, she went to each and tried the handles. Three were locked up tight, with no key in sight. She didn’t dare try to break in. Her raw strength could do the trick, most likely, but the noise would cause all sorts of trouble.

The last door, surprisingly, was unlocked. She tried the handle slowly, and froze in fear as two Kobra agents stared right at her invisible form.

“What’s that?”

Mirage didn’t move or breathe, as one of the agents approached the open door.

“Huh. Must be the hinges. I told maintenance about these freakin’ doors weeks ago. But do they get fixed? No.”

“Tell me about it. The toilet in my bunk has been backed up for days.”

“That’s nasty, man.”

The agent began to close the door, and Mirage let her gaze dart around to see everything she could in those few seconds. They had all trained in memorization techniques within the last two weeks. Maps, papers, computers with some kind of reports on them. She read as much as she could before the door shut, then exhaled silently.

Treading slowly back to the group, she approached Talon. “Team Leader, I think I may have hit the jackpot. There’s an open door about 50 feet ahead, two guards and lots of information. At least one of the computers said progress report, and there are world and country maps pasted all over. The guards seem very relaxed; I opened the door and they really didn’t even investigate, just closed it. I didn’t want to attack them without your go-ahead. What would you like me to do?”