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Character's Name, Age Kijani Ryane. 20


[indent][indent]Story: Kijani was born to two wealthy, brilliant people who happened to dislike each other. Her conception was essentially an accident, and her parents married out of propriety rather than love. She grew up cared for by a nanny while her parents worked and ignored her, except when they wanted to dress her up and trot her out for parties like a little trophy.

Her school days were strained. While her grades were always top class, whenever there came an event or show for her parents to come to, they were always “busy” and failed to attend. The most painful of these was a ballet recital when she was 10.

Kijani's abilities come from an old genetic kinesis quirk in her mother's bloodline that skips every few generations. Where before the women with power were labeled as "witches" and "weirdoes", today they are "metahumans". When her powers manifested, her parents were quite pleased. One more thing to make their daughter “special” on paper. However, this alienated her classmates, most of which did not have powers or chose to openly show them.

Her nanny was fired in Kijani's early adolescence, leaving the girl without a friend entirely. She spent her time alone, dancing, devouring knowledge, and developing her power to greater strength. When she was eleven, she was kidnapped off the streets and held for ransom by an organization known as the Alpha Continuum.

After about a month, she escaped and made it home to her parents. From that day on she was never quite the same. She promised herself she’d never let that happen to her again, no matter what it took. Kijani pretty much raised herself after that, while her parents worked. She became an emancipated minor at the age of fifteen, took her inheritance from her parents, and used it to start living life on her own terms.

For the first few years she traveled the world. She spent several months touring Europe, learning languages and absorbing culture. She spent a year in China, training extensively, and banishing the softness of a rich life from her spirit and body. Once she returned to America, she started work on becoming who she truly wanted to become. Having taken 'knowledge is power' as an almost-literal mantra, she began to make a name for herself, stealing secrets and gaining information for the highest bidder. Currently, she works as an informant, and no one knows that the pretty girl working in the local library is actually a wealthy, highly trained genius.

Appearance: Kijani is about 6 feet tall with dark skin, black hair in dreadlocks and has golden yellow eyes. She usually wears tailored business suits and bespoke shoes, and usually wears makeup. On casual days, it’s designer jeans and expensive sneakers. She does wear jewelry, favoring gold over silver. She also hides dime romance novels in her designer purses.

Sexuality:Straight.

Relationship Status Single, open to dating

Likes (optional):Books (especially fantasy novels), dancing, music, wine (she has a very good fake ID)

Dislikes (optional):Rain and cold weather, “stupid” people, the color white in excess (like completely blank walls), the smell of bleach.

Powers/Abilities: Describe your character's powers. Don't forget to describe the limitations of these powers as well.>list]
[*] Paperkinesis: Kijani has the ability to manipulate paper, and control it’s density. She can turn an index card into a razor sharp blade, a book into a brick, and newspaper into armor. She is limited only by her imagination, and distance. Every bit of paper within 50 feet is her plaything, from pages to paper towels.
[*] Specialized Fighting style She also has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi and Capoeria- moving with the flow of the fight, never stopping. Kijani’s self-invented style flows from move to move, never breaking stride even when she falls or is hit, it simply becomes another move in the dance. Aside from her power and training, Kijani is pretty much human. Cut her, she bleeds. Shoot her, she dies.
[*] PolyglotWhile it’s not necessarily a superpower, Kijani has a gift for languages, and currently speaks English, Spanish, French, Italian, Russian, and Mandarin Chinese. She is working on Japanese and sign language.
[*] Information programming Kijani has a specialized computer program that she created herself, that builds information profiles on all sorts of subjects. If it can be known, she is determined to find it.

Recruiting: Black Widow found Kijani through a slip up she made with her computer programming. Some research led her to the area Kijani lived in, and she confronted the young woman directly. Natasha came bearing advice, an offering, and a warning. The advice was how to fix the programming mistake. The offering was to join the team. The warning was that if she didn't, she'd likely be in prison within 5 - 10 years.

Subplots: -Kijani has been a solo act for some time, and isolated longer than that. She might need some help learning to "play with others".

-She wants to take down the group who kidnapped her, but first the team will have to drag that trauma into the light.
I will need help with the faceclaim thing.
Yooo! HI Edd~!
THWACK!

From the back of the grand castle of Astalia, on the knights’ target range, came the sturdy sound of an arrow hitting a target.

Princess Jinayah, fourth and final in the line of succession, lowered her recurve bow and smiled. That arrow had hit dead center. Despite today being the end of her life as she knew it, her aim was as true as ever. That, at least, was comforting. With the smooth motion of a practiced archer, she nocked another arrow and let fly. The sea breeze hit it and it arced to the left, landing just to the side of her first shot.

With a faint sigh, Jinayah lowered her weapon. She shut her eyes against the breeze and let it cool her. She’d been out since before the sun rose, and it was going to be a nice and warm day. Good weather for visitors.

Visitors…

It still made her stomach hurt to think of it.

Slowly, she pulled the thick leather archery gloves from her hands, and sat herself against the cobblestone wall. She unclasped her rich plum purple cloak and folded it nearly across her arm. Perhaps if she started into the woods now, she’d be long gone before the foreign princes arrived. Even though the thought was extremely tempting, she would not abandon her sisters. They all had to stay strong. Even if they were going to lose what they valued most.

Jinayah, for one, was going to miss these mornings. Nothing but the bow, the wind, and targets. Her father had been kind once, kind enough to have the crown tailors fashion her several sets of male clothes throughout her years. There had always been mutterings about her strange proclivities. When she had asked for a bow and to learn to use it, there had been complaints from various nobles. Luckily, her father heard none of them.

The first day she showed up at the pages’ practice area, confusion reigned. Jin had been seven then, just the same age as all the young boys hoping to make it to knighthood. However, there was one sympathizer – Knight Captain Theodore Arnold. He was the first person to treat Jin’s wish seriously, and not as a passing fancy. He trained her day and night, helping to catch her up to the boys who had sword and bow as soon as they could walk. When she stumbled in last after a footrace, there had been laughter all around. When she smacked her face with the bowstring, there had been jeers. When she lost a swordfight, she was told to go back to her knitting.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

Jin put everything into her training. While her sisters learned needlepoint and singing and other “feminine arts”, she practiced with the bow and blade. Soon, she could hit a target at 100 paces, dead center. Soon, she could win the footraces. Soon, no one could find a more graceful fighter.

Soon enough, they all took the princess quite seriously.

And now, all those years building up the respect and friendship of most of the young knights in the castle were all for naught. She would be leaving sooner or later, with her new husband. When the news reached the knights, they had thrown her a small party. She had cried, like a girl, to her own embarrassment.

At the end of it, Sir Theodore gave her a custom set of armor. It fit her like a glove, and left her wondering just how much he’d had to bribe the royal tailors for her measurements. That was safely hidden in a secret groove in the stones behind her wardrobe. Hopefully she would get use of it before she had to leave for good.

The sun was starting to peek over the trees now, and Jin knew her time was up. She headed back inside the palace slowly, taking several hidden routes that Sulhana had found ages ago. Still, her ladies in waiting were all… well, waiting for her when she entered her room. Also waiting was a steaming hot bath and the perfumed soaps she hated.

Still, she was dunked in the bath and scrubbed clean. They clucked and fussed over her calluses and muscles, implying that her future husband would not find her soft enough for the night. She wasn’t fully sure she cared.

All too soon, she was headed downstairs to her father and sisters, in a gown the dusky pink of a rose, and about as soft. She smelled faintly of roses too, and the scent wrinkled her nose.

She smoothed out her expression, and dipped into a low curtsy in front of her father and older sisters that had arrived.

“Good morning.”
Loving all this extra writing. I think this RP is going to be awesome.

@SereneDoge ... I love her. Like, genuinely.

So we have the noble, obeying eldest, the masculine charming youngest, and a middle who says f--- your rules I do what I want.

They should have tea and discuss.
@LostDestiny I'm fine with that.
I'm also interested.
@WindsOfFate You could always have an arrangement with my pants-wearing archery sniper princess who'd rather be a prince?

That is if they get chosen to pair together.

Location: Haly's Circus
Interaction: The Team via text


Kassandra, trying to wipe off stage makeup in her dressing room, texted Zach back after Daphne’s response.

Mirage here! Thank you for the compliment, Zach. I am surfing the seas, I feel so giddy! I checked the Contortionist’s room after speaking with her. She seems off, but not in a Kobra evil kind of way. More of an everyday evil kind of way. Also her room is very messy. I found ropes and… lacy underthings on the floor. Maybe she had some kind of fun night?

The screaming reached her ears then, and she rushed out to meet it. Chaos reigned inside the tent, as people and animals ran around. The first pony nearly ran straight into her, and she fell over while dodging. These kelpies had 4 metal feet, which made them very dangerous. They were also a lot wilder than she'd ever seen a kelpie be. As if they were terrified by something.

“Land kelpies, fantastic…” Kassy muttered, quickly getting to her feet. Maybe she could trick the crazy kelpies away from the fleeing crowd. With a burst of will, she created a massive illusory wall between them and the humans. If only she had her staff! She could have made it a real one. The other problem was while this was in place, due to how large it was and how many beings she had to deal with, she could barely hold onto any other illusions. Even now she could feel her fake face flickering under the magical strain. It was working, but wouldn't last forever.

"Where are the others?!"
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