Mistress Dizzy

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Hmm... Kijani usually has a sword but I want to try something different. What weapon would work for a dancer?

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@DClassified Hi DC!

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@Crimson Flame lol hi Crim. We have to stop meeting like this.

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@Lord Wraith LOL, sorry to disappoint.

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Throwing my hat in the ring, I'll come back for this.

Origami WIP

Name – Kijani Ryane
Alias - Origami
Age - 18
Mentor – Cyborg
Status – Full time
Personality – arrogant, elegant bitch
Experience – 1 year
Powers -* 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: She has a lot of grace on the battlefield, her primary talent being evasion and misdirection. Her fighting style is a blend of Tai Chi, Capoeria, and ballet dialed up to 11- 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.



* Enhanced Speed: While she isn’t a full speedster, Kijani can move fast as hell when it is necessary. What separates her from the rest of the speed freaks is that she’s still visible to those with a quick eye, and she can only keep this up for about 5 minutes max before she becomes drained.

Weaknesses – Kijani does not have the superhuman durability that many heroes possess. She can and will be injured, and will die if shot. Also, if her paper is compromised, she has little choice but to run.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - 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. 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. 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.
Notes - [this can be how you met your mentor, just don't get too long winded]
SAMPLE POST - (2 paragraph minimum w/dialogue)

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@Lord Wraith *chinrub*

Well that's not far from her usual clothing, soo...

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What sounds better?

Tech telekinetic OR paper pushing dance fighter?

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Curious about it. Would an emancipated minor be considered full or part time?

ᵀʰᵉ Last Avatar & ᵀʰᵉ Red Lotus.

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Location · Date & Time · MentionsLocation · Date & Time · Mentions _ “Mmm…” A soft moan echoed to the rafters of the old building. The scent of perfume and sweat permeated the air. “Oh, Li… That’s – ooh, right there! Aah, not so rough!” A woman’s giggle followed, along with a satisfied sigh. “I think… I’m done…” “Aw, tapping out already?” “Yeah. You’re the best, Li.” The massuese gave her satisfied client a smile, and deftly placed their socks back on their feet. “Oh, you’re such a flatterer, Jin.” Jin grinned, wiggling their toes. “Nah, seriously. After a hard night, all I want’s some ramen and a really good footrub.” Message running in the Lower Ring was hard on their cheap boots. Jin was one of the few clients who utilized the actual ‘massage’ part of the Drunken Honeybee Massage Parlor on a regular basis. No one else had Li’s strong but soft hands. Jin stood up, running a hand through their thick, black cropped hair. “You know,” Li smiled, batting her lashes. “There’s plenty of better ways to relax. Not just the feet, but all of you.” She sauntered up to Jin, lifting the short youth’s chin with slender fingers. “You do know you get a discount, right?” She leaned in slowly, fixing Jin in place with an amber eyed gaze. Jin’s brown skinned face rapidly started to turn the same shade of crimson as a fresh bowl of Fire Flake curry. “Aha, ha – yeah, I know, I just… I never have time, and you ladies are all so busy, and -” They backed up hastily, bumping the wall behind them. The candle table nearly toppled over. “Whoops!” Li chuckled heartily, stopping her teasing before poor Jin had a coronary. “Gosh, you’re so adorable. You’re gonna break someone’s heart someday, you know?” “Ehehe.” Jin rubbed the back of their neck, green eyes half shut as they giggled. “I sure hope not. Sounds like too much trouble, to me.” Li shrugged her slim, pale shoulders, starting to clean up the massage table. “Well, if you change your mind, you find me. I’ll show you a very good time. Or maybe you hit up the Zen Stallions instead? Whichever you like.” She smirked. “Us and the boys have a bet going on who’s going to give you your first.” Jin’s jaw dropped as they looked askance. “Wha- Who says I ain’t gotten my first?! I thought I was a heartbreaker!” They folded their arms as Li simply began to laugh. “If you could stop getting all blushy whenever someone cute hits on you, maybe I’d believe y-” The next thing Jin knew, they were waking up to the sounds of screaming and the scent of smoke. “N-ngh…” They tasted blood, and staggered to their feet, leaning heavily against the wall. “What the fu- oh no, Li!” As their mind started to clear, they noticed Li on the ground under the window. She was very still, her body half buried beneath a twisted heap of concrete and window glass. It seemed as if she had hit the window as if thrown off her feet, hard enough to shatter it. Jin rushed unsteadily to their friend, pushing aside her bloodied brown hair to check her neck for a pulse. Li didn’t move or make a sound. Jin couldn’t tell if she was even breathing. “Li! Come on, please…” Either Jin was pressing the wrong spot, or... “Shit.” Jin wobbled as they stood, exhaling in a shudder as they fought back tears. As much as they wanted to mourn, they had to get out first. Yanking their shirt up over their nose and mouth, they pushed their way through the crumbling doorway and headed for the main room. Chaos reigned. Terrified screams and moans of anguish disoriented their senses just as much as the smoke. Jin moved toward the stairs on autopilot as they looked around. From what they could tell, the whole building had been rocked. The lights were out, and the girls’ work rooms, usually lit by aromatic candles, had sparked several small fires that were growing by the second. Their building was far too old and cheap for overhead sprinklers, and flames began to lick the walls. “Lady Cho! Where are you?!” Jin cried out. Half-dressed girls and their clients were running out the door. It was getting harder and harder to see through the thickening smoke. They were shoved from behind by a few people rushing down the stairs, and it was luck that kept them on their feet. “Lady – cough-” It was getting harder to breathe. The smart thing would have been to leave, but Jin refused to leave Lady Cho behind. That woman had all but raised them – this place was her home and business, and Jin knew she probably might still be here. Their green eyes swept the room, finally landing on a familiar shape in a brilliant kimono. They rushed over immediately, but stopped short as Lady Cho held a hand out. “Don’t come any closer, Jin!” Jin was about to ask why, but the reason became very suddenly obvious. They hadn’t noticed it due to the environment, but - “Run! Please go!” With every word, fresh flames poured from Lady Cho’s lips. Her voice sounded hoarse, as if she had been inhaling smoke. Lady Cho was bending fire. Jin was stunned. They hadn’t even had an inkling of suspicion about it. They knew the consequences, of course, but this was Lady Cho, one of the richest women in the Ring. Certainly she could work something out with the law. They offered out a trembling hand. “C-come on. We gotta get out of here, the whole place is going up!” “No!” The tall woman balked, staggering backward as more fire poured from her mouth with each exhale. “Jin, go! Take care of the girls! And-” The inevitable happened in a flash. A stray spark from her mouth caught Lady Cho’s silk sleeve. It lit, and in her haste to pat it out, the fire simply seemed to stick to Lady Cho’s hands and spread. The woman screamed, and more fire poured from her throat, further catching her body and furthering the blaze. The more she tried to put it out, the worse it got, until the woman was covered, engulfed under red flames. Jin froze, unable to do anything else but look on in horror. The scent of smoke and too much perfume was engulfed by the stifling, overwhelming smell of burning silk and charred flesh. Her screaming rung in Jin’s ears in a way that they knew they would never be able to forget. And yet, Jin couldn’t tear their gaze away as they watched the flames consume the only mother they could remember. The thing that finally tore them away was a worryingly loud groan from overhead. The fire had reached one of the support beams. The wood was roasting quick. Jin’s body moved before their brain gave the command, and then they were running full tilt for the exit. They were barely out the door before a crash rang in their ears. The building was coming down, as the Lower Ring could do little but watch. Jin coughed out smoke, their lungs aching and throat sore. They stumbled forward and kept moving, not sure where they could go or what to do. All around, the chaos that had been in the building continued outside on a grand scale. People were attacking each other. Benders – benders! - were on full display, terrifyingly displaying their ‘gifts’ for all to see. What the hell was going on?

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny grinned wide at Gizmo. It was less a cheery expression, and more a baring of teeth. “If you’re going to keep secrets, you should get a quieter roommate.” She was about to respond to Bee when she noticed the sudden quiet. It wasn’t hard to know the reason.

Even though she knew she’d seen him in far worse moods and lived, it was still incredibly scary. She had to fight the urge to stop breathing. It was a primal instinct from the base of her brain, and together they’d been working on getting her to overwrite it. She raised her chin in defiance, staring him down even though she knew he wasn’t looking. Just as she had been taught. But her stomach still twisted into knots doing it. She was quite glad when the bell rang.

Silently, she listened to the rules laid out, her eyes already darting between the tables of weapons. What to pick? She’d already decided to save the daggers for their private lessons – no sense in showing her hand before she knew what everyone else could do. That still left her with plenty of options. As she listened to Gizmo complain more, she smiled in a predatory way.

“You might as well go now. I mean, I could take you out blindfolded. Or maybe you stay and learn something other than how to bitch.” She smirked and left him behind, striding confidently over to one of the tables. There was a weapon calling her name. Quietly, she ran her fingers over a basic short sword on the table, a gladius, if she remembered correctly.

Lifting it, she tested it’s weight carefully. It was one handed, probably made for use with a shield. It was longer than the wakazashi she’d been training with as well. Heavier than the daggers by far, but not so heavy that she couldn’t handle it. It would do.

Once she’d decided on her weapon, she pulled her braid up and out of the way. Then she started stretching, dropping down and doing push-ups with the sword strapped to her back.