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|| Full Name ||
Jennifer Jocelyn King

|| Age ||
16

|| Gender ||
Female

|| Sexuality ||
Homosexual

|| Face Claim ||
Kisaragi Chihaya (The Idolmaster)

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|| Hair ||
Dark blue

|| Eye Color ||
Brown

|| Skin Tone ||
Fair

|| Height ||
5'3

|| Weight ||
119 lbs.

|| Appearance ||
Jennifer has a rather average looking body that lacks, other than certain oddities, anything that would really attract attention to her. Her body is small, slim, and lacks anything but the slightest of curves around her bust and hips and she has the forgettable face of someone who would really prefer that you stop looking at them. She has her parents' brown eyes, her mother's little nose and thin lips, and her father's thin eyebrows. When her powers are in effect though, the average, unassuming face bears a pained expression as her right eye opens as wide as it possibly can while its left counterpart instinctively and forcefully shuts itself. In addition to just contortion of the facial features, the veins surrounding her right eye begin to bulge slightly as the eye turns bloodshot and her face becomes flushed.

Outside of the sometimes ordinary is that of her blue hair. The strands reach, at their longest point, the small of her back and her bangs have reached about half way past her eyes, though the left sided part in her hair usually means that only the right eye ever really gets covered. Now that she is both relieved of a great deal of her stress and motivated to actually look presentable, she makes sure, or at least attempts to make sure, that her hair falls where it's supposed to and no stray strands stick out, but she isn't always successful. Another oddity is her birthmark which embarrassingly can be found on the inner thigh of her left leg. While a bit small and the shade of it isn't too distinct from that of her normal skin, it can be seen as the front view of a goat's head, horns and all.

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|| Personality ||
Jennifer has come a long way since the days of her isolating herself from everyone else in her dark room. While she is still certainly prone to bouts of self-doubt and has retreated away from people on multiple occasions after they had somehow made her feel awkward or anxious, she's spent a lot more of her time in a relatively happy and content mood. No longer feeling anxious or stressed by the drastic change or all the new faces that were now very interested in interacting with her, she's managed to come out of her gloomy shell, at least when around people not in her age group. She no longer needs to be coaxed into spending time with the school staff or engaging in some activity, she practically jumps at most of the opportunities presented to her, because she seems to be excited by a lot of these things she never got to experience.

Still, some things have stubbornly prevailed against the change in environment and mood. The first of these is that of her passivity and almost meekness towards others. This stems from her entrenched feelings of self-loathing that she has accrued over the entirety of her life from the stares and the whispers and the occasional abuse, and the waning feelings of apathy she has gained since the death of her parents. They've been getting better, and someone who doesn't spend too much time around her is unlikely to notice either of these as she has become more active and enthusiastic about her life since coming to the school.

The second of these, slowly dissolving traits that have continued despite counseling and all the child psychology in the world, is her bitter jealousy towards others. While it is very subdued due to her quiet nature, propensity towards making sure she is far from the center of attention, and more recent bursts of cheer, she still holds a grudge against most other people her age who haven't had to go through what she did. Those who had friends, or parents, or some amazing ability that she didn't. Again, this is very likely due to her low opinion of herself and hasn't ever shown itself to result in any more than an inaudible mumble or a narrowing of the eyes.

|| Likes ||
Dogs
Photography
Puzzles
Sour food
Her hair
Stockings and other legwear
Doctors and Nurses
Going barefoot
Adults

|| Dislikes ||
Pills
Fish
Red meat
Her hair
Mornings
Teenagers
Overly sweet food
Coffee
Reading

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|| God ||
Balor of the Evil Eye was a king of the Fomorians, a race of Irish giants who ruled over the island and its people. He possessed an eye in the center of his forehead and one opposite it on the back, which prevented anyone from ever sneaking up on him. His namesake comes from one of his eyes that, when it looked upon someone, it destroyed them and everything around them. Because of this it was always kept shut and required four men operating a pulley to open it. During his reign, Balor met the Tuatha Dé Danann in battle after they rose up against the Fomorians and killed their king with his eye, only to be struck down and his eye used against his own army by his grandson, the future High King Lugh.

|| God's Blessing ||
The Evil Eye of the Fomorian King

|| Skills ||
Evil Eye: Jennifer possesses the eye that tore apart armies and the land they walked upon. When the power Balor has given her activates, and her right eye opens, all that she looks upon is torn apart and crumbles before her while a strong, continuous force scatters everything about. While the former aspect of her power has so far only worked on inanimate objects--tearing down buildings, shredding clothing, ripping holes in the earth--it is expected that it will come to include that of the living in time. At the moment though, she is only able to sustain it for a brief few seconds, more than enough time to cause buildings to collapse, and, during those seconds, as well as several hours following, her entire body aches and she experiences intense migraines.

Intelligence: Stunted though it may be by the someone lonely upbringing her enhanced intelligence places her, despite her lack of pretty much any actual education beyond elementary school, well above average. Since she has attended the school and been given a proper education, her testing scores have improved dramatically and they're expected to continue improving.

Puzzles: She needed something to do while undergoing isolation, both self-inflicted at home and institutionalized at the school, so she took up a cheap hobby like puzzles. Whether it be jigsaw puzzles made of thousands of pieces, crosswords, or Rubik's cubes, she has a knack for solving them, though ones requiring knowledge beyond just the ability to logically solve a puzzle tend to be problematic for her.

|| Weakness ||
Jennifer, when compared to other girls her age, ranks below average in almost everything related to the physical. She can't run for any extended period of time, can barely do a few pushups, and has only her abdomen and the above average amount of sit-ups it's capable of doing to thank for her not being seen as completely inept. As such, she is absolutely horrible at fighting. Not that she would know, considering the only thing she's ever been involved in that could be considered a fight involved other people pulling her hair or pushing her.

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Jennifer was the firstborn to a middle class family of a teacher and an office manager who had spent the last few months preparing for their daughter's arrival. The first few months were supposedly very normal, but, after her hair started coming in more fully, they started noticing the distinct color it had. They took her to the hospital and, after an assortment of tests done by the curious and confused staff, it was determined that there wasn't anything wrong with her. The answer to her blue hair was pretty much a mystery with multiple doctors visiting and forming theories about it, most of which could be summed up with "genetic mutation." Even so, other than the odd case of researchers and doctors showing up to examine her (at a price) or interview her parents, her days as a newborn weren't significant.

When Jennifer started preschool though, the stairs and the subtle, and occasionally not so subtle abuse started. Most of the parents and teachers could be swayed by explaining that it was a harmless genetic mutation with her hair color, but some were still a bit leery of her and the children that didn't avoid her called her names or pulled on it. It all eventually settled down as people got used to it and other children stopped avoiding her because of it, but she had become quite shy and introverted after that. It wasn't helped by the sudden (to her at least) change from preschool, where everyone was okay with her hair, to kindergarten and elementary school, where there was a slew of new people to gawk and question and ostracize. Even so, like with preschool, they eventually stopped being overt about it, but, this time, people never really seemed to get used to it and approach her afterwards. Her and her parents tried to remedy this by dying her hair brown, but the sudden change just surprised everyone and most of the damage had already been done. Still, it kept random strangers from staring at her and that was an improvement.

Having gotten used to playing alone and being ignored and avoided by her peers, Jennifer went through elementary school without developing much social skills or athleticism, though her grades remained at the top of the class, which certainly didn't help with social interactions. When she got to middle school, most people at the new school had at least some notion of her so she didn't have to go through another phase of being the center of attention again. It was while she was attending this school, a little over a month after she'd turned 12, that her powers awakened.

When visiting a mall one day to shop for new cloths, she experienced a painful headache and when she had finished flinching and opened her eyes, the walls, ceiling, windows, and pillars of the building began to crumble. Jennifer never wanted to know just how many people died or were injured in the building's collapse (and was she in a caring mood since two particular victims were occupying her conscience) but she had heard it had numbered over a hundred. Whether that was the number of the dead, wounded, or the total she doesn't know; all she knows is that one hundred people are worse off because of her. So, when she had moved in with her grandparents, and became incredibly wealthy by way of life insurance and suing the mall, the city, the construction company, and the state, her introversion didn't get much better.

When a similar event happened a year later, only this time she luckily only destroyed a jungle gym a few telephone poles, she became incredibly anxious--worried about when the next headache would come and what she'd destroy when it did. To avoid endangering everyone around her, she stopped going to school, despite her grandparent's complaints, and began trying to contact people who she thought could help her. She tried calling some of the doctors that used to take care of her, she called the local hospital, the police, her congressman, the CDC, and everyone she could find that seemed like they might be able to help. This accomplished nothing as no one really took it seriously, so she just isolated herself in her room for a time, letting her hair grow and the dye slowly grow out of her hair. Her grandparents brought her food, drinks, clean laundry, and always tried to convince her to go to school or talk to her.

This continued without major incident until she was a little over fourteen, when her grandparents received a visit from a group of men claiming to be from a government-sponsored school hoping to talk to Jennifer. After some convincing, they managed to convince her to talk to them in private and they told her about what they were there for and that they came from a place that could help her and give her a good education. They gave her a plane ticket, instructions on where to go and who to talk to, and a list of contacts that she could call if something went wrong. It took her less than a day to start packing up some of the things she had some attachment to and waited anxiously for the day the plane would come to take her there--she had tried calling them to get a sooner flight but that apparently wasn't possible.

When she did finally arrive, they showed her around all of the facilities: where they would work to figure out a way to help her control her power better, where she would be tutored by someone specially trained for girls her age, and where she would be staying, a dorm set apart from the others with multiple fail-safes to prevent it from collapsing. She loved every last bit of it and, even with the exhaustive experiments and tests being performed, the interaction and the counseling she received by the staff eased a great deal of her stress and helped her stop being so debilitatingly shy around others. Since arriving at the school, she has even grown slightly more comfortable with her hair and has actually let it return to its original color.

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