Mistress Dizzy

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

As the Stormtroopers did her bidding, and as her false fiance and father fell into step, Kijani walked in the midst of this strange group as if she owned the palace and the planet under it.

It was laughable, but there was no smile on her face. No joy in her heart. No triumph.

Nothing.

How many had died because of her actions?

Alderaan - it's people, history, and future- was so much dust, because she had taken a public stand against the Empire. Her father, doomed to outlive his queen, his throne, and no doubt, his heir. Prince Eskel, drawn into the conflict by no wish of his own.

Adam ...

If Master Yoda wished for her to remove attachments, then so be it. She would save those who loved her most. Even if they hated her, even if they cursed her from the moment their eyes opened in the morning to the next time they fell asleep at night.

If this was the crown's demand, then she would bear the weight.

The Emperor's dark, frozen soul washed over her. She stared into the eyes of a creature who had slaughtered generations and galaxies...

And felt nothing.

"Emperor Palpatine. I have something you want. In exchange for the lives of all in Prince Eskel's kingdom, the lives of the rebel contingent under my command, my father Bail Organa, and Adam Skywalker. If you ensure me that you will allow them to live, unharmed and unimpeded, for the rest of their natural lives..."

The uncanny gold of her eyes was dull, like a tarnished medal

"Then I will pledge myself and my power to you."

Star Wars: A Legend Reborn (Nobodyman123 and Mistress Dizzy)

Kijani felt as if everything was slowing, and yet happening too fast for her to control. Adam was going to die, Eskel was going to die... for what? For what? Power? Status?

For nothing.

Nothing at all.

Something deep in Kijani's spirit closed. Like a flower without the touch of the sun. She stood up, straight and tall.

As Eskel tried to shield her, she lifted a hand and deflected the blaster bolts into the solid wall. "I have something the Emperor wants. You will not hurt me or kill them, until I have my audience with him." There was authority in her voice, not of a princess, but a queen. That, and the Force behind it. Her words were law, her will was the correct path.

"Bring us to the Emperor, unharmed." It was as if she was possessed, somehow. None of the fear, none of the anguish was visible in her anymore.

She knew exactly what to do.

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

At Gizmo's quiet reveal of the truth, Jinny was silent. She simply raised her eyebrows at him, not confirming or denying what he said out loud. In truth, she was a bit surprised. She thought he'd already worked out the connection between her and Deathstroke, and just not bothered to mention it. Maybe he was just one kind of smart, instead of all kinds. It made her feel a little bit better about not being at his level.

When Jinny heard that they would have to keep track of more things, she huffed faintly in irritation. More to think about meant more to forget... annoying. But she quickly went to work, disarming and removing the ammunition from each gun. Cleaning could come later; she wanted to take them apart and get to know them from the inside out.

Unfortunately, she'd had so much happen in this class that she'd forgotten about the hand to hand exam mentioned at the beginning. From the looks on her classmates faces, she wasn't the only one. At Gizmo's question, she shook her head. "Don't be such a baby. He'll make it worse if you don't fight at all. At least try."

It did beg the question of what she was going to do about this fight. No way in hell could she beat him. She knew that he only moved at a pace she could keep up with, because he wanted to teach her properly. Aside from the first morning after she'd 'hired' him, he'd never done anything to overwhelm her.

And he'd been really weird after that one time, come to think of it. She'd never quite figured out why either - it reminded her of how quiet he'd get at certain times of the year. No matter how many times she asked, he wouldn't tell her why. Their hunting trip had been the first glimpse of the truth. That's why she'd cheerfully suggested that he get a girlfriend. That way he would have someone to talk to.

She watched as the first two brave victims stepped up to battle her father. The first went down quick; she could tell how scared the tall girl was from looking at her stance. More curious was Slade's. He could have taken the first student out in ten seconds... but he was holding back. The second lasted not much longer, but her father was moving faster. She watched carefully at the third fight, before working it out for herself. And then, before she could overthink it -

She raised her hand. "I'm next."

Looking for partner(s) for a character driven story, for which I have characters in mind(and not much else).

@Gisk The idea has merit! Never played her with a sibling before, so it's new ground to explore.

Looking for partner(s) for a character driven story, for which I have characters in mind(and not much else).

@GiskThat's just up my alley!

Looking for partner(s) for a character driven story, for which I have characters in mind(and not much else).

@Gisk
Hello, sorry for the delay. Life inhaled by holiday. Character 1 would be Kijani - in fantasy-type universes, she's always some sort of noble. One who would know the ins and outs of the court. A flawless bearing, but far more hidden behind a practiced smile than anyone realizes. Sheet is from a superhero game, but the personality doesn't change.

Kijani Ryane

Origami

Full Name: Kijani Ryane
Age: 18
DOB: August 4th
POB: Long Island, NY
Height: 6’0
Weight: 150 pounds
Eyes: Gold
Hair: Black, dreadlocked

Talents & Skills

*Polyglot: While it’s not necessarily a superpower, Kijani has a gift for languages, and currently speaks English, Spanish, French, Italian, Portuguese, and Mandarin Chinese. She is working on Japanese and sign language.

* Dancer: Kijani is lithe and flexible, having done ballet for the majority of her life. She holds herself with a dancer’s poise, and moves with a dancer’s fluid grace.

*Information programming: Kijani has a specialized computer program that she stole from her father and built upon, that builds information profiles on all sorts of subjects. If it can be known, she is determined to find it.

Powers & Abilities

* 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.

Weapons & Gear

*Chinese Jian: Kijani earned her blade through sweat, blood and tears. She always carries it on her, even if it’s hidden. NO one touches the sword but her.



*Paper: Yep, just regular paper. She keeps two reams (500 sheets) of paper in a sturdy backpack. One is plain printer paper, the other thick cardstock. They are both a pastel shade of gold.

Biography

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. She grew up cared for by a nanny while her parents worked and ignored her, except when they wanted to dress her up and trot her out for parties like a little trophy.

Her school days were strained. While her grades were always top class, whenever there came an event or show for her parents to come to, they were always “busy” and failed to attend. The most painful of these was a ballet recital when she was 10.

Kijani's abilities come from an old genetic kinesis quirk in her mother's bloodline that skips every few generations. Where before the women with power were labeled as "witches" and "weirdoes", today they are "metahumans". When her powers manifested, her parents were quite pleased. One more thing to make their daughter “special” on paper. However, this alienated her classmates, most of which did not have powers or chose to openly show them.

Her nanny was fired in Kijani's early adolescence, leaving the girl without a friend entirely. She spent her time alone, dancing, devouring knowledge, and developing her power to greater strength. 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. Kijani pretty much raised herself after that, while her parents worked. 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.

For the first few years she traveled the world. She spent several months touring Europe, learning languages and absorbing culture. She spent a year in China, and another in Brazil, training extensively, and banishing the softness of a rich life from her spirit and body. Once she returned to America, she started work on becoming who she truly wanted to become. Having taken 'knowledge is power' as an almost-literal mantra, she began to make a name for herself, stealing secrets and gaining information for the highest bidder. Currently, she works as an informant, and no one knows that the pretty girl working in the Chicago local library is actually a wealthy, highly trained genius.

Looking for partner(s) for a character driven story, for which I have characters in mind(and not much else).

I'm trying to get back into RP. Your orcs sound awesome. I am also bad at plotting heavy duty story, but people have said my characters are fun. So that's something.

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Looks like I'm finally going back to work. Maybe next time! Have fun yall!

The New Marvels: An Avengers Academy RP

Do we have a tech guy?

Edit: Nevermind, you do. Heya Blizz!

...I got an Empath?

Tiny and the Terminator [Mistress Dizzy & Shifter_Master]

Jinny did not jump when her father appeared. She was used to the sensation that someone was sneaking up. That, and she had just enough awareness that the shadows in the room were wrong before he scared the hair off of Gizmo.

"Hello, sensei." was her very polite response before she stepped out of the way to let Gizmo test. Instead of watching Gizmo's test, she let her eyes slip closed. It was too loud to meditate, but she could at least try to relax. Inhale, hold, exhale. How weird: the exercise Slade had taught her to calm her hyperactive tendencies was now being used to steady her hands to shoot.

She opened her eyes the moment that Slade addressed her, anchoring the rifle and making some minor adjustments to the sight. Then she got to work. While she hadn't addressed it with him beforehand, he'd know right away that she was pulling her shots. The shots with the Glock were average. Some of them were pulled just slightly to the right, off target. The rifle course was worse, but not terrible. It was odd to know exactly where to shoot - and force her hands to move wrong. If he hadn't caught that she was hiding her full skill, it would be quite obvious now. To the untrained eye, she was good, but not great.

The last targets rapidly set into place, as she cleared the rifle and picked up the darts. One last deep breath, and she took up a handful. The second that the timer started, she let loose. Guns were one thing, but this...

This was important. She wanted to show him how much stronger she had become, how much his teaching meant to her. Determination sharpened her brown eyes, and she let the darts fly. One after another hit their targets, dead center. All this without touching them with her ability, just practice, physics, and math.

It was quite an impressive display. Once she was finished, she stood back. Her body was calm, but her eyes were lit with triumph.

She looked over Gizmo's shoulder at his grade. While she did sympathize, she understood the reason behind it. "Well, no one's gonna get an A+ in this class. I know that already. That would mean you're perfect, and you don't need to learn anything. Besides - the rig may help you, but it also holds you back. Like, what if you were in a fight, and it got broken? Then your shots would be fucked, or the recoil would break your arm." A half shrug. "Guess you gotta build a lighter gun. Or work out."