Rama Lama (Bang Bang) | Monster | Lion | Frozen | Crazy in Love | Human
[font]" People always say to learn from your past. I can't even face mine..."
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Gia Weston
West, Gee Gee (Secret nickname)
17
Female
Weapon # 5
Feburary 22nd, Pieces
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{N A T I O N A L I T Y}
Born and raised in a costal city in Oregon. Asian-American
{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual
West, Gee Gee (Secret nickname)
17
Female
Weapon # 5
Feburary 22nd, Pieces
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{N A T I O N A L I T Y}
Born and raised in a costal city in Oregon. Asian-American
{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual
"Was I just a puppet? If that's true what does a puppet do once it's strings are cut?"
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{H E I G H T}
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{E Y E C O L O R}
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{H A I R C O L O R}
Black
{A P P E A R A N C E}
With fair skin and striking black hair it can be a bit difficult for this young woman to blend in. Which is what she would like nothing better. Her hair is regularly tied back with red ribbon in a high ponytail, or if she feeling particularly sentimental in a high bun. On the rare occasions it's set free from it's constraints it reaches just above her hips. Her frame is surprisingly sturdy as her body has become lean with muscle, although it wouldn't be much good against a stronger opponent. Although if there ever a chance of being able to glare daggers at someone, her eyes would become deadly weapons as their violet coloring is an oddity in itself. Aside from eye coloring there is nothing too abnormal about her facial structure.
While her body has a wiry strength to it, has suffered a few scratches and bruises along the way. Thin scars, only a few centimeters wide dart across each individual rib in precise ordering, clearly not done by a blade. There a few scars along her palms, stomach and lower legs that are jagged enough to reveal at least it was a blade-like weapon that did the deed. Despite all the negative remains of her past, there is one marking on her body that she is hesitant how to feel about, of a ink-black cobra curled up on her hip bone, it's hood flared out ready to strike so it seems. One of the few momentos from her past, that just can't find the courage to get rid of.
With all these 'imperfections' in mind, she can be quite self-conscious about the scarring, especially along her ribs given the fleshy color that remains. Those are some of the newest ones on her body, ones that will result in her completely clamming up. Her general attire is surprising formal for a girl of her age, preferring long sleeves paired with black skirts and a set of small high heels. Nothing too flashy to attract attention, but the outfit seems to alert others of her serious nature.
{O D D I T I E S}
Has a very naive, but eager mindset when she comes across a fun activity (hopscotch, trips to the zoo etc) that traditionally would be the first few memories of a child's life. Her childhood didn't allow that luxury so it seems. It's best to indulge her enthusiasm when a moment occurs.
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{E Y E C O L O R}
Violet
{H A I R C O L O R}
Black
{A P P E A R A N C E}
With fair skin and striking black hair it can be a bit difficult for this young woman to blend in. Which is what she would like nothing better. Her hair is regularly tied back with red ribbon in a high ponytail, or if she feeling particularly sentimental in a high bun. On the rare occasions it's set free from it's constraints it reaches just above her hips. Her frame is surprisingly sturdy as her body has become lean with muscle, although it wouldn't be much good against a stronger opponent. Although if there ever a chance of being able to glare daggers at someone, her eyes would become deadly weapons as their violet coloring is an oddity in itself. Aside from eye coloring there is nothing too abnormal about her facial structure.
While her body has a wiry strength to it, has suffered a few scratches and bruises along the way. Thin scars, only a few centimeters wide dart across each individual rib in precise ordering, clearly not done by a blade. There a few scars along her palms, stomach and lower legs that are jagged enough to reveal at least it was a blade-like weapon that did the deed. Despite all the negative remains of her past, there is one marking on her body that she is hesitant how to feel about, of a ink-black cobra curled up on her hip bone, it's hood flared out ready to strike so it seems. One of the few momentos from her past, that just can't find the courage to get rid of.
With all these 'imperfections' in mind, she can be quite self-conscious about the scarring, especially along her ribs given the fleshy color that remains. Those are some of the newest ones on her body, ones that will result in her completely clamming up. Her general attire is surprising formal for a girl of her age, preferring long sleeves paired with black skirts and a set of small high heels. Nothing too flashy to attract attention, but the outfit seems to alert others of her serious nature.
{O D D I T I E S}
Has a very naive, but eager mindset when she comes across a fun activity (hopscotch, trips to the zoo etc) that traditionally would be the first few memories of a child's life. Her childhood didn't allow that luxury so it seems. It's best to indulge her enthusiasm when a moment occurs.
"I don't want to be alone again..but I don't want to forget."
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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
Quiet | Polite | Reserved | Implusive
First impression have a tendency to stick with this young woman, so its best to make your only chance a good one. When first meeting people, she can be polite like any average person, but this pleasantry will gradually fade if strangers start asking about her own life or probe about her day. The facade will fade into genuine disinterest and she can try to make as leave the conversation as possible. Those who do wish for friendship will learn to view her as a skittish stray cat, enjoying your company in silence and on the occasion responding, but fleeing at any sign of affection/curiosity on their behalf. Although it is possible to bait her with stories of childhood or pastimes as her curiosity will override her needs to get away from the situation.
In combat, this polite mask will remain as she finds it amusing for more hot-blooded people to get frustrated at her blank expression in response to insults and jeers. Although she will occasionally slip the mask off for a moment to throw back a polite smile of her own..all to wind them up just for fun. When the actual fight begins, her impulses can get the best of her as she will go for low blows and dishonesty.It's a mere effort to trap her opponent in a calculating manner in an effort to end the fight as quickly as possible. Although, there does seem to be a sadistic fancy in her when she feels the target needs to be batted around a little bit..this may need to be reined in by the Meister.
Her demeanor isn't that she is shy, it's that she feels more comfortable listening to the rambling of the others. Will chime in when needed or feels its appropriate. Although one way to get her to loosen up is to suggest a fun activity that both people can do regardless of the maturity level of some of the antics. An actual smile can appear along with girlish laughter. This is one of the signs that she is gradually stepping out of her comfort zone. Another notable change is she will begin to quip responses with sarcasm instead a merely polite answer..which can infuriating if said quip is below the belt and accompanied by a faint smile. With her Meister she can become, or least will attempt to be bit more physically affectionate and open about her feelings. Although this opening of feelings may be followed by tears of anguish and regret..followed by the return of the emotionless mask. So is better to let sleeping cats lie?
Quiet | Polite | Reserved | Implusive
First impression have a tendency to stick with this young woman, so its best to make your only chance a good one. When first meeting people, she can be polite like any average person, but this pleasantry will gradually fade if strangers start asking about her own life or probe about her day. The facade will fade into genuine disinterest and she can try to make as leave the conversation as possible. Those who do wish for friendship will learn to view her as a skittish stray cat, enjoying your company in silence and on the occasion responding, but fleeing at any sign of affection/curiosity on their behalf. Although it is possible to bait her with stories of childhood or pastimes as her curiosity will override her needs to get away from the situation.
In combat, this polite mask will remain as she finds it amusing for more hot-blooded people to get frustrated at her blank expression in response to insults and jeers. Although she will occasionally slip the mask off for a moment to throw back a polite smile of her own..all to wind them up just for fun. When the actual fight begins, her impulses can get the best of her as she will go for low blows and dishonesty.It's a mere effort to trap her opponent in a calculating manner in an effort to end the fight as quickly as possible. Although, there does seem to be a sadistic fancy in her when she feels the target needs to be batted around a little bit..this may need to be reined in by the Meister.
Her demeanor isn't that she is shy, it's that she feels more comfortable listening to the rambling of the others. Will chime in when needed or feels its appropriate. Although one way to get her to loosen up is to suggest a fun activity that both people can do regardless of the maturity level of some of the antics. An actual smile can appear along with girlish laughter. This is one of the signs that she is gradually stepping out of her comfort zone. Another notable change is she will begin to quip responses with sarcasm instead a merely polite answer..which can infuriating if said quip is below the belt and accompanied by a faint smile. With her Meister she can become, or least will attempt to be bit more physically affectionate and open about her feelings. Although this opening of feelings may be followed by tears of anguish and regret..followed by the return of the emotionless mask. So is better to let sleeping cats lie?
"I am a living Weapon, this all I have ever known..."
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{W E A P O N F O R M}
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Her Weapon is a hardened leather glove..at least it's what it look like at first glance. Once put on this glove, will become skin-tight around the Meister's hand as Gia's own soul attempts to mingle that of the Meister, some describe this mingling as fleeting strikes of lightning jolting down their veins. It can be a bit painful, if either of the two parties are stressed about the interaction. Once successfully adjusted, small slits will appear on the tips of the glove and if willed by the Meister, small metal garrote wires can extend out. Now what makes these wires special is the soul energy flowing through them, allowing Gia is give them more mobility and to dance around the Meister in an almost snake-like manner. It's up to the Meister to direct the wires at the target and set the speed..while Gia just needs to keep up with each move.
These wires can multiply up to five strings each sharp enough to cut into stone and easily rake across bare skin. These wounds across the skin can be as deep as a normal blade, but at the cost of being small in size. This effort takes plenty of energy and isn't suitable for long-term combat as it is draining on both souls. The preferred operation of this Weapon to wear the target down through inflicting numerous shallow cuts, just enough to cause adequate blood loss from the wounds. Once the target is subdued enough, wires can easily strangle the life out of it with ease. To actually wrap around someone and have a sturdy grip takes energy and can easily render the Meister immobile..but allows the target limited movement as well and the chance of being dragged toward for closer combat..all while bleeding from the wires trying to make a puppet.
{S T R E N G T H S}
- Flexibility- Given her Weapon Form is literally that of a glove able to send out garrote wires that can be manipulated like a skillful puppeteer in the right hands, it has forced her to flex her body into sometimes uncomfortable shapes to extend her string's reach.
- Focus- In combat, if given a goal, her mind is relatively blank until that goal is accomplished. She can set aside thoughts of fear, worry, and even the screams of a fellow combatant.
- Mask- While some call this emotionless mask unnatural, it helps her prepare for combat or rally people up to make mistakes out of annoyance their target isn't provoked by aggressive comments.
- Quiet- Her quiet nature seems to make people feel at ease and she has heard more than a few life stories despite her young age. While can also be quiet in the physical sense as her footsteps can be silent if she focuses hard enough making her quite the spy if she puts her mind to it.
- Endurance- Her Weapon form is meant to inflict wounds in quick succession or to restrain a target..not to bring down a raging beast within one blow. The wounds inflicted will slow the target down as blood flows freely down their body...once properly slowly it's time for the grand finale. Endurance is needed for her to properly manipulate the length and speed of her wire's flow sometimes sending out multiple strings..this takes plenty of energy that needs to find somewhere.
{W E A K N E S S E S}
- Cannot Lie- Honesty was a trait instilled within her since birth as her role as Weapon made it key that she and her partner had to be honest with one another. This had lead to a few brutal question sessions..
- Emotional Instability- Has a nasty habit of bottling up her emotions and those can overflow in time. When that bottle bursts it is usually anger or sadness that are first to appear on her face. Said breakdowns of either anger or tears can last for hours..unless comfort or a welcome brawl appears.
- Skittish about her past-Trust is the key to any relationship and even more so between a Weapon and Meister. It can be unfair for the Weapon to hide information about the past given much of it is the reason behind her current emotional problems..regardless she will attempt to sidestep any conversations pertaining to her past.
- Stress- Cannot handle too much stress without shutting down emotionally/in a physical sense. This stress can be in a literal sense as in using her Weapon form to block a gigantic hammer for an extended period of time can become quite painful to her body. Or in an emotional sense, if she is emotional in combat, her Weapon form may not even send out her wires or even worse attempt to cocoon about the Meister in a misguided attempt to protect them. Those wires can shred through skin if pulled tight enough..what do you think regular clothes if held in the same embrace?
- Over-protective- While this streak could be beneficial in a long run, it is not the best trait to have given her Weapon form is meant for speed and to inflict damage over time. Has willingly taken a few bullets and knives for her Meister without a single flinch..not exactly the best option to have when your sole means of fighting back is bleeding heavily from her own body after taking a hit for you.
"I want to become stronger to stand on my own. Please don't get in my way.."
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{H O B B I E S}
Being alone Thunderstorms Mistakes from the past repeating themselves in the present.
- People-Watching: Can easily pass the time by sitting outside on her apartment balcony and watching the flow of the city around her.
- -Ice Skating. It helps clear her mind as well as gives her the needed mobility to direct her Weapon form wires with more flexibility
- -Has started looking into finding a classical dance class or two...
- Will involuntarily start flexing her her hands out of nervousness or anticipation.
- Before a fight will put her hair into a tight bun, to prevent it from getting in her face. It's become a habit given it was a reminder given to her often.
- Compulsively shuts down emotionally and will become blank faced if something/someone pushes her too far. Be it positive or negative, she will make an effort to leave the scene as quickly as possible. This is a self-defense mechanism
- Music
- Dancing
- Ice-Skating
- Cats
- Incense/scented candles
- Spicy food
- Milk Chocolate
- Rain/ Bad Weather
- Nosy people
- Waking up too early
- Develop her self-esteem as an individual without having to latch onto another person.
- Confront her past and try to finally accept it. Blood, lies and regret included.
- Revisit her childhood and experience moments that should have happened when she was a kid. Has started compiling a list.
" Goodbye is such a final notion. I wish it wasn't something that happens often."
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{H I S T O R Y}
There isn't much to say about her childhood given that there was a distinct lack of one. Her mother died when was a mere toddler leaving her in the care of an emotionally distant father. The emotional distance wasn't out of cruelty, but out of love as her father's occupation was that of an enforcer for a local Yakuzia just starting out in a small in which her father had become an enforcer for. His enforcer role is part of a partnership given his gift as Weapon made him an excellent ally in combat or in an individual role as he was able to bring out his garrote strings in his human form..this talent was lost to his daughter. Her own Weapon form hadn't been developed until the age of eight after a mishap at an ice skating practice when she changed to break her fall. Instead of bare skin hitting the unforgiving ice, it was soft leather skipping across it..it was a shock to the young girl.
Her training as a Weapon began after that fateful day under the supervision of the careful eyes of her father and a few souls brave enough to try wielding the volatile Weapon who's skittish nature sometimes turned the wires on the host out of pure panic. This instinct was carefully curbed by the reassuring words of her father who would be equipped in the other hand, creating an equally deadly united front against any practice targets in their way. Her first mission as the trio was at the tender age of eleven as the situation was getting relatively dire..and the two nearly lost their lives after accidentally being separated as a their Meister had the misfortune of getting both hands broken by falling rubble. Not knowing if changing back to normal would shift the rubble further and lead to another death, her father took a chance and changed back, becoming pinned beneath rock quickly, not before stretching out his hand to get Gia out of range. The saying out of the frying pan and into the fire would apply directly to the situation as enemy gunmen surrounded the helpless girl, as fear paralyzed her into fleeing into her Weapon form without a second thought. Only the quick-thinking of a young enforcer just a few years older than her, halted her pending execution with a singular bullet blowing the brains out one enemy, before diving in to slip the Weapon onto his left hand.
The clear bonding of Souls was immediate as a surge of power and bloodlust jolted through Gia's veins as the remaining enemy stood immobilized as the razor sharp wire curled around throats, legs and hands tightening with each passing minute all facing their grim reaper who had a smirk on his lips. The arrogant attitude of the Meister was astounding to the timid girl who merely muttered a quick thank you after the battle passed, as a stoic father merely watched the interaction as he was carted away for treatment. The result of the rubble paralyzed him from the waist down rendering him useless in combat and only suitable to coach his daughter from the sidelines. So the timid girl and arrogant teenage would end up forming one of the youngest enforcer partnerships in the entire history of the young gang. The boy's name was Rene, a feminine name one could say if it not for the threat of becoming victim to the youth's knife-nut tendencies if people even looked at him wrong. Then again all Gia saw was Rene as her partner and a mild crush on his roguish smile and devil-may-care attitude.
Young love cannot last so it seems, as the missions became harder and more dangerous despite her tender age of only sixteen, and Rene's legal eighteen.Their body count of on the job murders was increasing with each passing year. The violence had made the girl's timid attitude into a quiet, but self-assured young woman, although much of the reassurance came from the boisterous Rene. Their relationship was one built deeply on trust for one another..and fleeting flirtations on Rene's part just to provoke a scarlet face from Gia with her rapid protests. Still, it was hard for the elder to deny the rushes of affection the young woman washed over him in combat as their souls danced with one another. However, in the criminal underworld of gangs, nothing can truly be considered sacred.
The one fact would forever tear their partnership apart..and that was the declining health of her father. Weakness in the Yakuza even from a former high-ranking member was something that could end being a liability to the entire organization. So under the impression of a simple dinner taking place, Rene shot her father point-blank with a pistol without a second thought. The flood gates opened as the life blood of her only loved one flowed onto once pristine white carpet..as Rene pointed out the reasoning behind the assassination..which made logical sense in his mind. What he did not expect next was having a steak knife slammed into his as tears blinded his partner who hurled insult after insult, beating blows onto his chest as grief racked the girl's fragile body.
An intimate moment was shared that night as feelings of grief and need to be comfort overtook Gia's normally rational mindset. The next morning, Rene woke up alone with a farewell note next to him. The girl vanished without a trace despite all his attempt to track her down..after all Death City isn't exactly on a single map now is it? Her heart was shattered by the man she had come to love for betraying her trust..yet still she longs for the comfort of his embrace. With her fresh start in Death City, this former assassin may have a chance to truly see the light from the eyes of an innocent human once again after all hunting keshin could be a way to atone for her numerous sins..or so she hopes.
There isn't much to say about her childhood given that there was a distinct lack of one. Her mother died when was a mere toddler leaving her in the care of an emotionally distant father. The emotional distance wasn't out of cruelty, but out of love as her father's occupation was that of an enforcer for a local Yakuzia just starting out in a small in which her father had become an enforcer for. His enforcer role is part of a partnership given his gift as Weapon made him an excellent ally in combat or in an individual role as he was able to bring out his garrote strings in his human form..this talent was lost to his daughter. Her own Weapon form hadn't been developed until the age of eight after a mishap at an ice skating practice when she changed to break her fall. Instead of bare skin hitting the unforgiving ice, it was soft leather skipping across it..it was a shock to the young girl.
Her training as a Weapon began after that fateful day under the supervision of the careful eyes of her father and a few souls brave enough to try wielding the volatile Weapon who's skittish nature sometimes turned the wires on the host out of pure panic. This instinct was carefully curbed by the reassuring words of her father who would be equipped in the other hand, creating an equally deadly united front against any practice targets in their way. Her first mission as the trio was at the tender age of eleven as the situation was getting relatively dire..and the two nearly lost their lives after accidentally being separated as a their Meister had the misfortune of getting both hands broken by falling rubble. Not knowing if changing back to normal would shift the rubble further and lead to another death, her father took a chance and changed back, becoming pinned beneath rock quickly, not before stretching out his hand to get Gia out of range. The saying out of the frying pan and into the fire would apply directly to the situation as enemy gunmen surrounded the helpless girl, as fear paralyzed her into fleeing into her Weapon form without a second thought. Only the quick-thinking of a young enforcer just a few years older than her, halted her pending execution with a singular bullet blowing the brains out one enemy, before diving in to slip the Weapon onto his left hand.
The clear bonding of Souls was immediate as a surge of power and bloodlust jolted through Gia's veins as the remaining enemy stood immobilized as the razor sharp wire curled around throats, legs and hands tightening with each passing minute all facing their grim reaper who had a smirk on his lips. The arrogant attitude of the Meister was astounding to the timid girl who merely muttered a quick thank you after the battle passed, as a stoic father merely watched the interaction as he was carted away for treatment. The result of the rubble paralyzed him from the waist down rendering him useless in combat and only suitable to coach his daughter from the sidelines. So the timid girl and arrogant teenage would end up forming one of the youngest enforcer partnerships in the entire history of the young gang. The boy's name was Rene, a feminine name one could say if it not for the threat of becoming victim to the youth's knife-nut tendencies if people even looked at him wrong. Then again all Gia saw was Rene as her partner and a mild crush on his roguish smile and devil-may-care attitude.
Young love cannot last so it seems, as the missions became harder and more dangerous despite her tender age of only sixteen, and Rene's legal eighteen.Their body count of on the job murders was increasing with each passing year. The violence had made the girl's timid attitude into a quiet, but self-assured young woman, although much of the reassurance came from the boisterous Rene. Their relationship was one built deeply on trust for one another..and fleeting flirtations on Rene's part just to provoke a scarlet face from Gia with her rapid protests. Still, it was hard for the elder to deny the rushes of affection the young woman washed over him in combat as their souls danced with one another. However, in the criminal underworld of gangs, nothing can truly be considered sacred.
The one fact would forever tear their partnership apart..and that was the declining health of her father. Weakness in the Yakuza even from a former high-ranking member was something that could end being a liability to the entire organization. So under the impression of a simple dinner taking place, Rene shot her father point-blank with a pistol without a second thought. The flood gates opened as the life blood of her only loved one flowed onto once pristine white carpet..as Rene pointed out the reasoning behind the assassination..which made logical sense in his mind. What he did not expect next was having a steak knife slammed into his as tears blinded his partner who hurled insult after insult, beating blows onto his chest as grief racked the girl's fragile body.
An intimate moment was shared that night as feelings of grief and need to be comfort overtook Gia's normally rational mindset. The next morning, Rene woke up alone with a farewell note next to him. The girl vanished without a trace despite all his attempt to track her down..after all Death City isn't exactly on a single map now is it? Her heart was shattered by the man she had come to love for betraying her trust..yet still she longs for the comfort of his embrace. With her fresh start in Death City, this former assassin may have a chance to truly see the light from the eyes of an innocent human once again after all hunting keshin could be a way to atone for her numerous sins..or so she hopes.
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