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| Sujin | Oct 14 2011, 01:12 AM Post #1 |
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Hyakuji 2.0 Template Character Name: Robyn Firarro Gender: Female Age: 20 Height: 5’6” Weight: Healthy. Description or Image of Character Appearance: ![]() Robyn sports long, dark blue hair that she usually keeps tied in a high ponytail, and a pair of ice blue eyes. Her expression is typically one of nonchalance, though she may crack the occasional grin and it does not necessarily make her look unapproachable. Her build could be described as somewhere between slender and athletic due to years of training and her genetics in general. Contrary to pictorial belief, she doesn't walk around half-clothed when not on a job. She’ll wear normal-yet-fashionable clothes for a girl her age minus the super-feminine bows, ribbons, and frills, but with high-heeled boots one of her favorite modes of transport. Her gun holsters are always worn, one on each leg, no exceptions. Thus she is most often seen wearing shorts or jeans (with tall boots pulled over) for the easiest access. If the sun is out (as she finds it to be pretentious otherwise) she may be seen outdoors in a pair of aviator shades to complete her look. It's safe to say she puts almost as much stock into her image as she does her training. Typically one that hangs with the guys due to her more aggressive nature, she ensures to keep the term "tomboy" at bay by dressing appropriately. Long, flowing robes and dresses don’t do well in a fight (for her, at least), so she opts for the opposite of such attire while still maintaining her femininity. Dark shades of durable leather and soft, stretchy kevlar fabrics are often donned, and in regards to her fighting style and abilities, less is more when it comes to being able to move. One of her favorite go-to styles is tall boots, even taller stockings, and shorts paired with some sort of fitted, sleeveless top. She has a coat that she may wear over this ensemble if the temperatures drop, but it tends to get left at home or dropped during a fight as it can get in the way. She by no means considers any of her attire “showing off,” as that is the absolute least of her concerns; she instead finds it practical. Her clothing selection can be a bit distracting to male counterparts in the middle of a fight, but what doesn’t kill you during distraction only makes you stronger, yeah? Example of Robyn's Weaponry Occupation: Senior Member of the Hyakuji chapter of the Bracer Guild, Rank F Grade Level: Should be in college, but… Powers/ Abilities:
Weapon Types [*] Kickboxing – This is Robyn’s other major ability, more of a back-up if she is unable to use her energy pistols. Although not her primary means of jumping into a fight, one should not think her skills are sub-par in this area as she has actually been working on them longer than her marksmanship. She has been training since the age of five, her interest starting from a friend of hers who was taking lessons at the time. As Robyn did not attend the classes herself, she was eventually resorting to coming up with her own moves based on the basics she had learned. A combination of punches, jabs and kicks, she uses years of experience to anticipate which direction her opponent will move in order to connect hits. She has not lost a fight in a while, but she does not let her training slip to give someone the chance to let that happen. A favorite high impact move of hers is a jumping roundhouse kick which, when connected, has been known to crack a bone or two or cause severe brain trauma. What her body lacks in strength and size she makes up for in speed and endurance, but don’t be fooled; this girl packs a punch whether or not she looks like it. [*] Agility – This almost goes without saying, but Robyn’s heightened abilities to run, jump, and flip, come in extremely handy in a fight or tasks like infiltration. She took to improving this skill during her kickboxing training, starting with jumping from the floor onto tables and eventually advancing to her current state of jumping the height of a two-story building. This skill is most effective if she has something she’s able to climb up, such as a tree, or a building with things on the outside she can grab or reach. While her attacks are quick compared to a regular kickboxer, she by no means has super blinding speed. Nimble on her feet, she’s agile when it comes to quick evasions and sprints over short distances. [/list] Equipment You Have: Residency Request: Something with a roof, heat, AC, and a bed, please. (i.e. an apartment) Schedule: Whatever she damn well pleases. Personality Description: Robyn is not your typical girl. Neither “girly” nor extremely stoic, she falls somewhere in between. She is capable of emotions, but does not wear her heart on her sleeve or let herself lose control. Upon first glance she looks like someone who probably does not have a flock of friends following her, but if you actually take the time to talk to her, it’s apparent that she can be quite personable…when she wants to be. She keeps herself mostly reserved when it comes to conversations with strangers, but the more she knows an individual, the more extroverted she becomes. She won’t feign interest in conversations or topics, and she’ll tell it like it is; why bother dragging things out when you can just come out and tell the truth? She doesn’t go out of her way to make a bunch of friends, however; more friends mean more connections to others, and those people could be related to someone she may have to kill one day. Degrees of separation are a vicious cycle, but it's one she always kept in mind. That being said, she doesn’t go as far as alienating herself completely. She finds this method of living quite tiresome and tedious. It can be a real chore to be the “silent, mysterious girl.” What few friends she does have are very close to her, and she will fight tooth and nail to defend them if necessary. Once she establishes a solid friendship she enjoys opening up and joking around. She prides herself on being trustworthy, especially in a world she feels is nearing extinction for this trait, though she ironically has difficulty trusting others. Her go-to tone of voice is typically calm and laced with some sort of sarcasm, but she’s smart enough to know there’s a time and place for everything. Sometimes that time and place happens to also be the battle field. The only time she tends to lose her temper is when she’s fighting alongside someone else and they make a stupid move, either endangering themselves or her; otherwise her tendency is to keep her cool. She has difficulty fighting with a group as she worked as a lone mercenary for about four years, but she is trying to improve this about herself. She’s been known to be a bit sassy from time to time especially when dealing with someone who thinks he or she knows everything. She is keen to win a battle of wits, especially if it’s against a chauvinistic male who thinks he knows better when it comes to fighting. Focusing on honing her fighting techniques and skills consumes much of her time, and it shows. She will often practice her kickboxing in a gym or go to a secluded area to practice her aim, but she does not go out searching for fights. She prefers to practice on her own, or use the occasional opportune opponent. Robyn typically rolls with the boys but is not opposed to working with or befriending other girls; she just finds she can have a difficult time making friends with girls as she does not share their same stereotypical interests in shopping and gossip. Therefore, she knows how to handle the opposite gender and is keen to let them know when they’re getting a little too friendly whether it be through a comment or a bash over the head. She loves, however, giving the male population a run for their money; not necessarily stringing them along, but letting them know this girl is not a floozy. Her favorite means of doing this is through witty, thought-provoking one-liners that she’ll use as an exit. Robyn moves with an air of confidence, though more in the self-assured sense than the over-inflated sense. Her walk alone gives off the vibe that she’s a big girl and can take care of herself, and she does so with style. She does not feel the need to announce herself to everyone, but she also won’t back down when approached. She is capable of a softer side, especially when it comes to dealing with children, but she often shows little mercy to older individuals who should know better. She has also recently taken on an interest in motorcycles, since people have been getting on her about not having a hobby. So after procuring one and using her international license to get around, she may find herself in a shop somewhere tinkering with tune-ups when she's got nothing better to do. Personal History: Robyn Leandon was originally born in the United States by her parents, Mia and Lucas Leandon, as an only child. She only lived there for a few years before her parents’ company, Cerebrea, transferred their international headquarters to a large city in England. The Leandon family packed up their belongings to get transferred to the new location, and there Robyn stayed for the remainder of her childhood. Due to the nature of her father’s status as a CEO of the company and her mother another high-ranking member, Robyn often found herself alone at home, but a precocious child, she seemed to get along alright. Despite the income the family had rolling in, her parents made sure Robyn lead as average of a life as possible, refraining from spoiling her and turning her into a typical “rich-family snob.” One of the first and only friends Robyn made at her new location was a boy named Tyler Firarro. They met through their parents, of which Tyler’s father also worked for Cerebrea, his mother staying at home to take care of him and the household. Tyler was a few years older than Robyn, she approximately five years old at the time of meeting, but they still got along well. They confided in each other as Robyn rarely had anyone to turn to, her parents putting in long hours at the office and the people hired to care for the house being not very personable. Robyn spent many afternoons over at the Firarro residence, Tyler’s mother fixing them meals and treats while the children played together until the sun went down. Being that Tyler was a bit older he had discovered and taken an interest in kickboxing, and this intrigued Robyn. He would bring his lessons home with him and teach the eager girl, the two developing each others’ skills by sparring on a daily basis. Now for a background on the company. Robyn’s father Lucas was the CEO of a major organization, Cerebrea, which prided itself on its advancement of “human technology.” Billions of dollars went into their programs of developing futuristic weaponry, trying to create a way to fuse the weapons with its user, hoping to solve the problem of ammunition shortages on the battle field. Robyn’s mother Mia was the overseer of the Genetic Utility eNergy Siphon (or GUNS) Project, the most ambitious project the company had seen yet. Within months of its inception, research was well underway and making leaps and bounds in discoveries. They found a way to focus the energy of the subject, or “host” as they called it, and channel it through an assigned weapon that could be conjured at will. The energy could be concentrated into single or multiple blasts, using the weapon—which was typically a gun of some sort—as a means of aiming the energy toward a desired target. These weapons were coded with the host’s DNA and thus only able to be used by him or her, and the effectiveness of the weapon depended on the total energy of the host at any given time. A special injection of an extra chromosome was needed in order for the channeling of the energy to take place, and unfortunately none of test subjects took well to this injection, all resulting in death. So while the theory worked on paper and in their computer simulations, they were unable to find someone actually able to survive the additional chromosome injection. With failure looming over them, the president of Cerebrea threatened to shut down the project and cut off all funding if they were unable to find a plausible solution to their chromosome host problem. Desperate to keep the GUNS Project afloat, Mia searched through the files of possible hosts, flipping through crossed-out pictures of failed attempts. Only one remained, and it was one she had been hoping she wouldn’t have to use. Putting what she considered the “greater good” ahead of her own wishes, she came to a resolution and stuck with her decision. Seven-year-old Robyn was over at Tyler’s house once again, the two cheerily sitting on the Firarro front porch eating some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch. They were taking a break from another training session, but would probably finish off the day playing something else. It was then that a sedan pulled into the driveway, one she noticed as belonging to her parents’ work based on the license plates, and she wondered what they were here for. Two people in suits stepped out and approached the children, telling Robyn that her parents wanted to see her at work. Suspecting nothing out of the ordinary, Mrs. Firarro nodded in approval to let the girl go, after all, her husband worked there as well so she had no reason to feel uneasy. Thrilled to actually get to visit the company she had never been to before, Robyn shoved the rest of the sandwich in her mouth, bid Tyler and his mother farewell, and climbed into the car. She sat next to a third person in a suit in the backseat, who smiled coldly at her and placed a cloth over her nose and mouth, causing her to instantly pass out without a fuss. The next thing Robyn remembered was waking up under some bright lights, her vision blurry and the surface she was laying on cold. Once her focus regained, she noticed her mother standing next to her and smiling down at her kindly. If the child had known any better, she would have recognized the sigh of relief from the woman. She helped Robyn sit up, the girl now dressed in a small cotton hospital gown, and slowly directed her to another room. It looked like an indoor firing range with a silhouette hanging from a wire about 25 meters from a line on the floor. Mia pointed to the gun holster sitting on the reload table in front of the firing line, directing the girl to touch the holster and pick up the gun. Slightly confused, Robyn moved forward and cautiously placed a hand on the holster, causing the holster, gun, and her hands to glow in unison. She had never seen a real weapon before, and couldn’t understand why she was being introduced to one now. Mia nodded in reassurance, and Robyn grasped the gun’s pistol grip and pulled it out of the holster. It was surprisingly lightweight and seemed to hum to life, a complex code of some sort activating on the side of the gun in a blue light, then fading from sight. Holding this weapon felt strange, almost like it was a part of her. Mia redirected Robyn to the silhouette and told her to try pointing the gun and firing it, briefly showing her how to hold it. Unsure of herself, the girl lifted the gun and failed to notice that her right eye was beginning to glow. Wherever she pointed the gun a small dot followed, and when she dragged it over certain areas, the silhouette was momentarily highlighted as a whole. She could feel something building up inside her, and instinct told her when to squeeze the trigger, sending a blast down the firing range. Once the smoke cleared, Mia flipped a switch and brought the target forward; its head was completely blown off. Beaming at the success, Mia instructed Robyn to place the gun back in its holster so she wouldn’t accidentally shoot someone, and as soon as she did, it disappeared from sight. Mia gave Robyn a hug, the child thoroughly confused and somewhat uneasy about the whole thing. Suddenly the girl’s body felt very weak as she fell forward against her mother, slipping back into unconsciousness. Weeks then months passed with Robyn going to the company now more than ever, finding only the occasional day to spend with Tyler. With the injection the boy noticed her kickboxing skills had increased as if she was fueled by something. Robyn had told Tyler about the whole thing, and she enthusiastically described everything that was going on at the company. Tyler listened to the girl, but couldn’t help getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. The last thing he wanted was something terrible happening to his best friend. One day while Robyn was off at Cerebrea, Tyler told his mother about the whole thing. This knowledge unsettled her; Robyn was only a child, why was she involved in one of Cerebrea’s experiments? Growing concerned, Mrs. Firarro told her husband about what was going on out of genuine concern for Robyn’s life. Little did Robyn know, the day the woman made that phone call would be the last time she would see the Firarro family. The Firarros disappeared without a sound, almost as if they were wiped from the face of the earth. None of their possessions were out of place and if they moved, they left everything behind. Robyn was later told the family had been in a car crash, and attending the funeral of her best friend at the age of eight left a lasting scar on the girl’s mind. Time went on and years passed as Robyn continued honing her weaponry skills at the company while also taking up improving her kickboxing on her own. Once Robyn was older, about fourteen, she went to a local library to do some research. Setting up on one of the computers, she typed in the name Firarro and the date they disappeared into a search engine of printed and electronic sources, seeing what came out. There were dozens of articles about a car crash that happened, tragically killing all three family members, but she remembered the family never traveled anywhere together—at least Tyler had not mentioned a group trip anywhere. There was only one article from an obscure magazine, something she did not recognize. She skimmed through it, picking out phrases like “Cerebrea,” “GUNS Project,” “…experimenting on a child…” “…tried to expose the company…” “…keep from being shut down…” Slowly the whole thing fell together. This was an explanation that made sense to her. Then one name stood out in the article: Lucas Leandon. Was it her father that ordered them to be “removed” so silently? Had he fabricated a story about a car crash to throw off inquisitive minds? Her parents seemed so upset over the whole incident, they even attended a funeral that she now was unsure of whether it was really them or not, and if it was, how they actually died. Now that she thought about it, her parents were rather uncharacteristically sympathetic to her sadness over the loss of her only friend. From day one it was about the survival of Cerebrea and the GUNS Project, and she was just a pawn in it all. Infuriated over the deception from her parents, she stormed back to Cerebrea Headquarters and went to town destroying computers, instruments, anything she could unload her energy guns on in the GUNS Project facility. All this time, she thought her parents were trying to help her turn into something great. She now saw them for who they really were—self-serving bastards who only cared about their jobs. There would be no more GUNS Project, and the only surviving experiment had had enough. Guards rushed in to neutralize the girl, but she blasted them away without batting an eyelash. Robyn grabbed what cash she had and a backpack with a change of clothes and fled the country, hopping on the first available plane: an international flight to Italy. There she lived for the next four or so years of her life, enrolling herself in a school under the alias Robyn Firarro in honor and remembrance of her lost friend, and a constant reminder of what she stood against. Her training continued, constantly working to improve her fighting abilities. She temporarily resided in an apartment, forcing herself to get creative when her cash reserves got low. She went underground and advertised herself as a mercenary to keep the flow of cash constant, and as a teenager with killer instincts, many people were drawn to her for her element of surprise. Few targets would expect a high schooler to come knocking on their door and put a gun to their head. This lifestyle and prior events morphed her take on life from childlike innocence to partial cynicism, distaste for the corrupt, and a sarcastic sense of humor. She lived by herself, stood up for herself, and took on those who foolishly underestimated her power. While somewhat hypocritical, she defended those who defended what was right, and as far as she was concerned, the ends justified the means. Once her rapport amongst the paid assassin world grew, she took on bigger clients, disposing of corrupt company executives, drug lords, and human traffickers; basically anyone who would contribute to her income and partook in seedy business practices. But she worried that she would draw skepticism on the surface level in regards to how she was paying for basic necessities, so she knew she needed some kind of cover. Acting also as a source of additional income, Robyn opted to join the local Italian chapter of the Bracer Guild, a group meant to serve the community and keep evil at bay. Joining the organization also gave her a means to maintaining some form of humanity, taking on tasks as menial as item delivery but ranging up to destruction of monstrous threats to the population. She did just enough to pass for making a living, but not so much that she drew attention to herself from outsiders. Keeping herself at a low profile did not stop her from rising through the ranks in the three years she was part of the organization, crossing the threshold into the senior level despite her age. Although knowledge of her existence was known only to those requiring such services and the small group belonging to the Guild, the day an unmarked vehicle with suited men pulled in front of her apartment, she knew it was time to go. It was a good run—she even got her high school diploma—but someone was catching onto her and it looked like an old “friend.” She once again packed up the essentials and eventually found herself in Japan. While a huge city like the capital might be easier to blend into, she was concerned the government and law enforcement would get too nosey, so she chose a smaller district. Robyn searched the ads for available apartments and went to the first one she saw—Hyakuji. Stepping off the train into the new city she looked around, trying to get a feel for it. It seemed to have its nice aspects, but there was also something dark lurking beneath the surface. It appeared she might be useful here, after all. Robyn set up shop in a small, inconspicuous apartment under a false alias to deter the episode in Italy from happening again. She brought little more than a dufflebag full of necessities and the clothes on her back, but she didn’t need much to survive. Pulling out an old, worn photograph, she looked at it with a new resolve. She would push herself to reach an unstoppable level of fighting ability, and one day she would topple the Cerebrea empire and everything it stood for, whether or not her parents were at the top. Mashed Potatoes? The proof is dependent on the time zone! EDITS October 14, 2011: Images added for weapon manipulation ability. January 16, 2014: Streamlined items list, updated occupation. January 24, 2014: Updated history and occupation Edited by Sujin, Jan 24 2014, 10:16 PM.
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| Fin | Oct 14 2011, 01:14 AM Post #2 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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MINE Triple thumbs up for the win~ (b' ')bb Edited by Fin, Oct 14 2011, 03:00 PM.
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| Sujin | Jan 16 2014, 01:40 PM Post #3 |
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Dangerously Cheesy.
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Streamlined equipment list, updated occupation (or lack thereof). No ability changes due to timing and inactivity. SAVE HER FROM THE ARCHIVES OBI-WAN KENOBI, YOU'RE HER ONLY HOPE. |
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| Fin | Jan 16 2014, 06:57 PM Post #4 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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APPROVED yeyyyy |
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