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There's a couple "TBD" spots that I don't know how to fill, or what information is supposed to go there.
"Always be the smartest person in the room."
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There's a couple "TBD" spots that I don't know how to fill, or what information is supposed to go there.
O R I G A M I
O R I G A M I
O R I G A M I
"Always be the smartest person in the room."
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T  _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y Kijani Ryane _________________________________________________________ August 8, 2003 | 18 | Metahuman/African American _________________________________________________________ Single | ♀ | Heterosexual _________________________________________________________ Full-Time | 1 Year | Cyborg _________________________________________________________ Long Island | New York | United States of America C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ - P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S P O W E R S & W E A K N E S S E S - P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ 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. ◼ POLYGLOT Kijani has a gift for languages, and currently speaks English, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, Mandarin and Japanese with fluency. She is working on Russian. She also boasts of having an eidetic memory, but this remains to be proven. L I M I T A T I O N S & W E A K N E S S E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ 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. - | B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y B R I E F B I O G R A P H Y Arrogant - Elegant - Bitch 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. S A M P L E P O S T S A M P L E P O S T In a hidden pocket of Chicago’s underground tunnels, a young woman consulted a computer screen. On it was the face of a disheveled businessman, looking desperately into his webcam. “Please, Origami. Those files can’t leak, it would end me.” Kijani spoke into her microphone. It would digitally alter her voice, leaving a distorted masculine tone to hit this man’s ears. “I’m sorry, Mister Ross. But that is not my problem. My client paid me excellently for these files, and they will be public by tomorrow. Unless…” “Unless?” There was a note of hope in Ross’s voice. “Unless you can outbid my current client. Are you willing to pay the price?” She typed rapidly into her computer, knowing a hefty sum would now be blinking on Ross’s screen. It had better be; she had placed the hacking module in person. His face fell. “That’s… a lot of money.” “It is. How does it go, again? Ah, yes. ‘Your money, or your life.’” She chuckled, dryly. “You have 24 hours.” And she cut the connection. She waited 5 seconds before exhaling and removing her headset. Her golden eyes were almost glowing with happiness. Shady businessmen were Origami’s bread and butter, and she was about to make a 10 million dollar sum. He’d pay to keep that secret. Most of them would rather sacrifice their cash than their ‘sterling’ reputations. Kijani Ryane stretched, popped her back, and got up to make herself a latte. |
