Kint, Jessica
Dec 25, 2010 0:05:02 GMT -8
Post by Jessica Kint on Dec 25, 2010 0:05:02 GMT -8
- Behind the Mask -
Name: Sarah
Age: 18
RP Experience: 7 or 8 years… nearly as long as I could get online.
Activity Level: As often as I can be.- The Character -
Name: Jessica Kint
Species: Human
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Unaffiliated
Member Group: Transfigured Human
Appearance:
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Jessica’s transformation is slower than most. In her case, she’s had repeated exposure to both the Hellmouth and the Heavenly Barrier however not the violent over-exposure of those near the former or the quieter miracle births of those near the latter. Due to her position, she is constantly traveling between the two taking care of ‘business’. This being said the changes, slow as they may be, could be considered quite noticeable now. She stands at approximately five feet ten inches, and weighs about one hundred and eighty pounds. She has a very lean figure as she leads a very active acrobatic life style. To this end her body has slowly adapted means to protect itself from the impacts about the joints, along with carefully reinforcing the spinal column to provide more flexibility. These adaptations are absolutely instrumental as her mutations further manifested itself in the form of a pair of ‘demonic’ bat wings that span approximates about the length of her body. These demonic features are only amplified by her changing complexion to a more blue scale and the pointing of her ears. Her eyes are shifting spectrums from green to yellow at this point in her life. Not to mention the fact that her sense of smell has recently become enhanced to near maddening levels.
Obviously changes such as these, even in an advanced society such as that in Chorazin, are not going to go unnoticed. To avoid detection and the possibility of being recognized while on the job Jess has taken some precautions. The foremost being a porcelain mask that she typically wears during excursions towards either celestial construct. She has gained a name for herself as quite the professional thief while wearing this mask, as the now infamous Keyser Soze. As a result at times just the fact she is there is enough to spook some men. For others, the subtle changes in emotion on the mask (due to nanobots systematically shifting the locations of molecules on the mask in time with her emotions) will achieve the same end. Aside from that it also prevents anyone from identifying her after the fact. After all her methods are not what one would consider ‘legal’. When not on a five finger shopping spree the woman picks more comfortable styles, and pretty much anything she feels is attractive or will serve her purpose.
Personality:
At this point in her life she has little respect for supposed authority figures and will tend to do what she pleases no matter the consequences. Even the almighty god entities mean very little to her as her beliefs are strictly agnostic. She agrees to the possibility to an omnipotent all powerful being, but not to any one interpretation of what that being is. As it stands most major religions state that she’s going to one form of hell or another, so debating over the existence of an afterlife is meaningless. In her mind it is the last thing this city needs. And yes, she does have a sense of duty and or honor however you look at it. She does what she can to help those considered ‘trapped’ in the more violent sectors (understandably closer to the Hellmouth)while attempting to be based in the more lawful sectors. This sense of honor can be considered both a weakness and a strength as it may be easy to manipulate but also makes her a dangerous enemy when crossed. Especially if you cross her with the knowledge of whom you’re fucking over.
After all, you don’t end up queen of one of the city’s most ‘ruthless’ gangs by playing nice.
Likes or Dislikes:
Likes:
Computers
Organization
The perfect heist
Thunderstorms with a good cup of tea
Italian food! You just can’t say no to that stuff. ^^
Dislikes:
Interruptions
Monologues
Holier-than-god mentalities
Unpredictable variables
Strengths and Weaknesses: May be in paragraph form or list form.
Strengths:
Technopathy
Charismatic
Vehicle mastery
Loyal to her word (can also be a weakness)
Weaknesses:
Tends to overanalyze or overcomplicate situations
Prefers to keep people (especially lackeys) at a distance
Will tend to do more dangerous jobs herself
History:
Even before the appearance of the Hellmouth and Heavenly barrier, the city was polarized into factions. Gangs existed and the police forces attempted to deal with them. However their attempts were futile as these rioting zones fell further and further into the grips of insanity. This world lived in delicious ‘sin’ and was just as quick to satisfy its wants as one would their needs. It was in this world that Jessica was born. Her mother was the victim of rape and died during childbirth. Some neighbors took the child in, but it was hard times all around in these sectors. Jessica had to learn to steal to survive. That alone, was hard on the young girl, especially when she had such ‘morally right’ friends as she did. Well, friend.
Suddenly and without warning the city was cut off from the imports that was keeping it alive. Jessica was only twelve. Generally the targets were simple amenities such as food and clothing as they ensured survival, however technology always sold for a high price. As such she started specializing in technological theft. The police forces that had so little effect in the first place began to lose even more footing. Instead the people in her neighborhood began relying more and more on gang protection as the police only proved themselves to be absolutely useless in this time of crisis. Eventually the populace began to calm down and adjust to the fact that not only were they cut off from the rest of the world but the changes of those living near the two celestial constructs had yet to be seen.
By that point they had also adjusted to the rule of the local gang, which admittedly could have been worse. The rioting slowly ended and what is termed as a dangerous ‘gang’ is no more than a militant group of citizens doing what the police wouldn’t do in the beginning of the chaos and radio silence. In essence they were abandoned and thus acted this way. From ages sixteen to twenty Jessica was handling small time jobs. Jewelry stores and places with well established value. Printed money fluctuates in value but no one can deny the worth of gold. Once she had perfected this art her assignments started fluctuating. Weapons, food, technology. It didn’t matter where it was held, and what was between her and the target item, she just got it done. However after age twenty things began to turn around for the small time thief. She was taken under the wing of their leader and apprenticed in the day to day operations of their little world. She worked nearly every job underneath her new-found position, as well as took part in every move their group was taking to expand their reach. After all not all of the zones surrounding their small nook had found the short term peace (if that’s what one could call living on the edge of hell) as they had.
However due to the boss’s policy of working among the ‘lackeys’ he was shot and killed by a rival gang. Jessica, after quickly establishing her position as leader, quickly took the entire operation underground. Sure, out in the open one can easily establish power, but a man can be shot and killed. An idea can’t. That’s precisely what Jessica intended to become. It took seven years to get to this point, just long enough to make a masked brooding thief figure with no conscience of the lives between herself and a goal infamous among the numerous gangs and transfer the main HQ to Sector 8… a daringly dangerous move considering its proximity to the Vakarian Security services and such. However the pros of having such ready access to a constant flow of information, and a more defendable position from the other gangs convinced her. Considering that at this point she had tendrils that stretched into nearly every industry in one form or another, using Vakarian Security as a form of natural defense only made sense.
However, luck cannot always be on the side of the thief. As much as she has tried to keep her allies out of harms way, it only takes a fool to bring the downfall of an organization as secretive as hers. This particular fool went by the name of Axel. He had unintentionally led Vakarian Security Officer Shadow Daviks to a gun deal on the waterfront. Daviks, the inexperienced gumshoe that he was, let himself be seen in his fervor to arrest the Hellion’s leader. The opposing gang assumed that the Hellions were double-crossing them and opened fire. The Hellions returned fire before Soze could order otherwise. Axel’s lucky that he died there. Otherwise Jess would have done much worse to him before he was finally granted eternal sleep.
Just like at the 12th Street Subway Massacre.
Still, this led to Shadow ending up on Soze’s radar yet again.
Over time Jess found her temper becoming increasingly easier to set off; that things that used to not bother her at all would set her teeth on edge. This was soon after her alliance with the Mercenary, Carlos. At the time it was an alliance of convenience. With him, she could eliminate most threats in her path… but it came at a price. They became too entwined to simply end their relationship. Add to this that she had been spending more time near the Hellmouth, unaware of how that unholy place affects the mind of those who visit it. It grew to the point that she rationalized maiming Carlo’s apprentice in order to gain some much-needed supplies for the Hellions. She soon found herself pushing her gang towards war with Carlos, something that would only result in mutual destruction. Her thoughts were becoming more obsessed with seeing the city burn than trying to bring it back from the brink.
Even her normal games with Shadow couldn’t stop the constant chattering of this other voice in her head. One that would destroy everything she and her mentor before her had tried so hard to build.
It was only due to a chance encounter with the Archangel Azrael that she finally got a handle on this feral beast she was turning into. At first, he had her convinced that she had completely lost control to it; that her mind had been shattered to the point as to give her subconscious a form. This was a flaw in Azrael’s plan. He had only intended to cover up his slip, and make sure that she didn’t believe that she had seen an Angel. Her response, at hearing evidence of her insanity, settled on ending her life by diving into the Hellmouth itself.
The Archangel of Death apparently had other plans for her though, rescuing her from her attempted suicide. The Angel of Death rescuing her from death, there might be a case of irony here.
Azrael was forced to come clean with her about his existence after that. The agnostic transfigured woman took some convincing to actually believe Azrael on that point. There’s a God. There’s a Devil. There’s a reason for everything that’s been happening, and it’s their fault. To top it all off though, she’s probably going to go to Hell for everything she’s done up until this moment. It’s more the certainty of it that bothered her than the revelation. At least before she could try to comfort herself with the whole ‘There is no afterlife’ spiel.
Well…. At least there is a reason.
After this event the Tainted cult started to truly spread through Chorazin, threatening everything Jess had worked towards in making this city inhabitable. They were what she was on the verge of turning into; feral. Many of their transfigured disciples were nothing more than hell beasts to be unleashed at their Master’s command. Through her vast network of bugs she caught wind of Vakarian, Monac, and Citadel were going to throw their considerable resources together in an attempt to eliminate the Tainted as a threat. Soze, in her normal dramatic way, offered to give them her own resources as well in exchange for amnesty for her gang members. She hadn’t expected a nearly full pardon in response. Apparently Azrael is an excellent negotiator. What wasn’t covered by the pardon, a quick donation to Vakarian in the name of the Coalition did.
The only thing Soze was certain of was that Shadow’s brains were probably going to boil out his ears when he hears the news.
Roleplay Example:
‘Chorazin… Chorazin…’ a young woman thought, staring over the striking cityscape from one of her penthouse bases. She may have come from more than humble beginnings, but that doesn’t mean she couldn’t develop taste. In silence she raised a cup of tea to her black lips. ‘What a dangerous place you are.’ Indeed it was… in order to become the protector her former mentor had envisioned, she has had to give up essentially her place in any form of heavenly afterlife. She has had to usher other souls along that path… all just to gain a name so that people would stop challenging her and in the end, save lives.
Like that’s supposed to change anything.
She sighed slightly as she set down the mug on a nearby table. Some people say leaders are born. Others, that they are made. The truth, honestly, the young chiroptera humanoid didn’t know. She is a leader, because that’s what’s needed. The city created her… and in turn she’s helping to create a better city. It’s a wicked circle. Her yellowing green eyes flickered to a wall on the far side of the room which let out a harmonic code and then faded out of existence… What better way to hide something from prying eyes than with a harmonic lock to destabilize the solid matter of the wall while only being able to activate with a wifi signal on the perfect frequency and
her code.
Overcomplicated? Perhaps, but if it works don’t knock it, as they say.
A faint smile crossed her lips as she reached for the porcelain mask hanging like a trophy behind the wall. Her fingers gently traced the material as it reflected her slightly endearing look, then just as easily switched to one of amusement. Funny, how it even gives her the creeps… must be effective then. Carefully she lifted it to her face and secured it while turning away from the rematerializing wall. It seems that a certain supply of ammunitions heading for Vakarian Security would meet a slight detour at the hands of one femme fatale thief.
One Keyser Soze. The woman known simply for her effectiveness and her cruelty to her enemies. A woman who did not hesitate in slaughtering her men when it came to nearly compromising the mission. A soulless killer is probably the best definition for the person who would leave corpses in the state they were reportedly in.
But in Chorazin, one can’t exactly say that such things are uncommon. Especially the closer you get to the Hellmouth.
After all… common courtesy flies out the window when survivals on the line.
