[center][img]https://preview.redd.it/c2i3andsa7p61.jpg?width=640&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=1bb505781ab5e491730b0bfc49f82764b548bb4b[/img] [hr] [/center] Name - Jiřinka "Jiri" Zima Alias - Gravitas Age - 21 Mentor – Cyborg Status – Full-time Personality - Cocky - Protective - Insecure Experience - 4 months Powers - Gravity Manipulation Jiri has only relatively recently discovered her powers and with no formal training she has yet to gain anything resembling mastery of them. At the moment she is almost entirely restricted to affecting the gravity of herself and those in proximity to her. She is able to lift, manipulate and throw small objects, but anything including and heavier than a half full trash can would require concentration and effort. She primarily uses her power to enhance her own abilities and alters her own personal gravity field to give herself enhanced strength, speed, and durability. Outside of her powers, Jiri was trained from a young age by an authoritarian and disciplinarian father in various forms of Mixed Martial Arts from a young age and is an extremely talented hand-to-hand fighter. She has dabbled in countless fighting styles, but primarily draws from Muay Thai, Peek=A-Boo boxing, and Dutch Kickboxing in a striking sense. Her grappling style primarily consists of a focus on Brazilian Jiu-jitsu. She is proficient in Dagestani wrestling and Judo and is more than capable of getting her opponent to the ground and beating him to a pulp, but prefers the quick, less violent route of going for a choke or joint snap. Weaknesses - Jiri's enhanced durability does not extend to any non-impact based damage at the moment. Currently it softens the blows of blunt force trauma, but knives and the like will still cut her. Another less obvious weakness is her insecurity. Years of living under her fathers instruction has given Jiri certain triggers that shake her confidence when activated. Being told that she isn't good enough or harsh criticism regarding something she has put effort into can upset her, among other things. Appearance - Jiri stands at about 5 foot 5 and still isn't used to being teased for being so short. She has a slim, fit physique and a bit of muscle is visible on her arms. Her hair is platinum blonde/white, but her undyed brunette eyebrows give away her true hair colour. Ask her if it's dyed though and depending on how cute you are she might tell you the truth or not. She is rarely seen without her mother's red hair ribbon on her head, and even when she isn't wearing it she usually has it on her person. Her eyes are light blue, and a scar traces from just above her left eye down passed her cheekbone. BRIEF Bio - [hider="tl;dr"]Jiri is a Czech gravity manipulating martial artists who was brought up for the majority of her life by an extremely strict and eccentric father. She was constantly training for and fighting in competitions, and despite doing very well in most of them was never able to get her fathers approval, leaving her insecure about how others think of her, especially if they become someone close to her. She moved from Czechia to Midway City around the time she was 19 and worked as a waitress to support herself. She swore of martial arts after moving, but after an encounter with a mugger she began to train again. During this encounter latent powers awakened within her, which she tried to hone herself but has only recently been able to use them effectively.[/hider] Jiri was born in Brno, Czechia and did not have a say in how most of her life so far has gone. Her parents couldn't have been more different, her mother loved Jiri with all of her heart and had she been around for the majority of her life it would have gone very differently. She unfortunately died after being hit by a drunk driver when Jiri was about 5. From this point on her father took over. He was already a bit of a strange person before this point. He was obsessed with Martial Arts, and his obsession only grew after he tore his ACL in his late 20s and was unable to compete anymore. The death of his wife eliminated what little semblance of normalcy he had in him. Jiri's life from that point became martial arts and she was constantly in training for her next competition, never being allowed to properly socialise outside of her friends at training. While most parents would shout at their children for avoiding their school work to do anything else, Jiri's father was the opposite. He'd regularly talk about how useless school was and how Jiri should forget about education and focus on her fighting. For years Jiri was under his spell, doing as he said and sneaking school books and meetings with friends whenever she could. As she got older though the veil began to lift. No matter what she did he was never happy. She'd consistently win high level competitions and he'd never even given her a "Well done." He'd just talk about what she could have done better and the next competiton they'd be entering. She grew tired of this, everyone else around her would congratulate her but her own father wouldn't. When it came time for her 19th birthday she moved out. It was a horrific process and her father did not make it easy, keeping all of her prize money for himself, but in the end she managed to get away. And get away she did. A friend she'd met at an international tournament lived in Midway City and offered his spare room after she had explained the situation to him. They made the necessary arrangements and she moved halfway across the world and began a new life. She worked as a waitress to pay rent, avoiding martial arts like the plague for fear of reminding herself of her father. Life had other plans though. While walking home one night she stumbled upon a mugging that was about to get violent. She was about to walk by and call the police, but something spurred her into action. Before she knew it she'd flattened the guy and the police were on scene to arrest. Something had felt strange when she was fighting he mugger though. It was like everything had felt lighter and heavier at the same time. She decided that martial arts didn't have to be just something she did for her father, and decided to do it for herself. As she began training though she noticed that feeling more and more. She couldn't quite pin down what it was until one day she accidentally lowered the gravity on a plate of spaghetti at the restaurant she worked at and sent meatballs and noodles flying all over the window. After this Jiri began to realise she had powers and started trying to train herself on how to use them. After a while she became confident enough to go out into the world and become a vigilante herself. Her exploits caught the eye of a certain Justice Leaguer and the rest of history. Notes - [list] [*] Has only lived in the US for about 2 years now so still has quite a strong Czech accent. Although her English is very good and it's only every now and then that she struggles to think of a word. [*] Wants to try more "traditionally feminine" activities since moving to the US since she wasn't able to previous and has felt embarassed asking anyone to teach her. She desperately wants to learn how to bake. [*] Her favourite movie is The Princess Bride [*] Has only ever been in one relationship and it was a highschool fling [/list] SAMPLE POST - Jiri sat on the blood and sweat stained stool panting as she stared at the white mat beneath her feet. She couldn't hear anything except the blood pounding in her ears, she'd felt this feeling a few times before. She'd been rocked by the last punch for sure. "Are you even listening to me, girl?!" Her head snapped up to face the large, imposing, bearded Czech man standing in front of her. He had a scowl on his face and spoke again in Czech - a little trick to stop the other fighter's corner from hearing his advice. "You let her hit you, why?" Jiri looked up at him and opened her mouth to speak. "I just-" "Shut up" She did. Her father began talking quickly to the two other men in Jiri's corner and they all began barking orders and instructions at her. She felt like she could cry. She was winning this fight why were they so mad with her? It was like she couldn't do anything right. She breathed in deeply, she hadn't even listened to anything they were saying to her by the time the bell had rung. She didn't care. She tried to make herself care about winning but she just wanted to go home and listen to music. Wiping her eye quickly she stood up from the stool, raising her fists to her face and moving towards the centre of the octagon. Her opponent was no joke but Jiri was better. She felt shaken though, she was hesitating. A kick flew at her stomach which she took on the side, winding her slightly as more strikes began to push her up against the cage. She was defending herself but it was like she couldn't bring herself to hit back. The crowd were roaring, it was deafening. Jiri looked around the body in front of her, catching a glimpse of her father's uniform frown as he shook his head at her. She sunk lower. Why was she here? Getting punched in the face for him? Why is she letting this happen? Something began to well up inside her. An anger she'd only felt in her quiet moments. Anger at her father and anger at herself. Her sadness turned to rage, JIri's eyes were like a jaguar as she started bobbing and weaving around the strikes pushing her against the cage. Seeing her opening, she ducked right under a left hook so that she could drill the fighters liver with a jab and a cross before sliding out away from the cage and back to the centre. The crowd cheered and the energy of the room ran through her. Jiri opened her arms out wide, taunting her opponent who rushed her. She saw it coming, ducking under a head kick and in one fluid motion grabbing her opponent by the stomach and slipping behind her. She tightened her grip and bent her knees before extending and bending her back, suplexing the fighter onto the mat and sliding over into a rear naked choke. It was over. Her hand was raised. The crowd erupted. The car ride was silent. Despite what she had done her father had barely said a word to her since leaving. Jiri rested her head on the cold window staring at the scenery passing by. Talking to her father was 10x as nerve wracking as being in that fight. "So, dad, what did you think of the fight?" The silence was deafening. It was like he hadn't heard her he just kept staring down the road with his foot on the pedal. It was that way for a minute or two. "I can't believe you let it get to the third round." The weight of what her father had just said made the words drop to the ground like bricks. She should have expected this but she never did. Jiri opened and closed her mouth. She was about to argue but what was the point. She turned and faced the window again, gripping her mothers hairband in her hand as she did.