Post by Nisha Dovickssen on Jan 18, 2014 1:33:13 GMT -5
Name: Nisha Dovickssen
Age: 20
Date of Birth: December 12th
Birthplace: Small town in Norway. For the largest portion of her life, she lived there. Didn't move to Mosaic until literally about a week before the city was closed off.
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual; Nisha isn't entirely sure if it's safe for another person to like her like that; in retrospect, while she wouldn't mind having a relationship, she's also afraid of judgment regarding her strength
Face Claim: Oogami Sakura (pre-muscles) – Dangan Ronpa
Appearance:
Height: 6'6; yes, six feet and six inches
Distinguishing Features: She has a number of scars along her arms from various antics in the past. You're better off not asking.
Class: Persona-user
Arcana: Strength
Occupation: Works for a construction company
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Nisha wields a handy-dandy crowbar. Normally, you'd expect this to deal strike damage, but, thanks to her ridiculous strength and the force behind her swings, the top hook tends to get stuck in her targets, making it a Pierce-based weapon.
Personality:
Nisha is a fairly withdrawn person. After being singled out as a child, then only spoken to when others desired protection, it goes without saying that she has issues opening up to people. She believes, through experience, that people automatically assume she has interest in more masculine things, or at least things regulated to violence or exercise. Because her true interests were so harshly ridiculed, she keeps them hidden as a form of self-defense, neglecting her own desires if she happens to be in the public eye or making excuses for the sake maintaining the image pressed on her.
Of course, Nisha is also a fairly disciplined individual. Outside of her hiding her interests, she's honest to a fault. She knows when to back down from conflicts, if only for the sake of the other party. She understands how both the victim and oppressor can feel in a situation. While she doesn't have too much confidence in her abilities in negotiation, she does try to stabilize and breakdown conflict as best she can. She's just one human, but, with rules there to set up a path, she believes, one day, acceptance will find her.
Likes:
+Cute things, including children, small animals, and plush toys
+Sweets
+Romance novels and romantic comedies
+Sculpting
Dislikes:
-Being singled out for her size or strength
-Society's expectations for her interests due to her strength
-Anarchy
-Her strength
History:
Nisha was the singular child of an African female and a Norwegian male. How her parents met was something she never questioned. Especially considering the fact that her mother died in childbirth. Despite that, the father never remarried. More than that, he never took out his depression and sadness on their daughter. No, he was a proper father, and he raised his girl with love.
It was actually a dangerous issue.
See, Nisha was special. No, not in the head. She was strong. Absurdly strong. As a kid, she was capable of putting out two to three times the normal power of other kids her age. Anytime the girl got bullied, the bullies were sent home crying. Sometimes to the hospital, if she punched in the right spot. She quickly learned she was different. Gradually, the girl began to keep to herself.
She was desired in PE, simply for the fact that she was absurdly powerful. A few people, typically those afraid of bullies, associated with her. She learned the hard way that the weak flocked to the strong. Those half-hearted feelings wore down on her, gradually causing her to enter a state of depression. The powerless looked to the one with power for protection. She could understand the logic, but it didn't make the circumstances any less sad.
Having separated herself from the majority of her peers, the girl often wandered about in the wilderness. That led to some interesting adventures. One of which included her acquisition and befriending of Yippa, her red fox pet and. . . probably sole friend to date. Her trips out also led to danger and pain. That's one of the sources for her scars, right there.
For the greatest part of her life, she just lived with her father. They were happy, even if they could never quite ignore the elephant in the room. Accidents, typically through a small jerk or a bit too much pressure were pretty often. Eventually, they turned to the net to find some information- some means of taking care of the issue. That was when an interested few doctors from Mosaic asked them to come by for observation. The doctors were curious in the girl's superhuman strength. The girl and her father were interested in fixing that. The two parties had something to gain, so why not?
The time of the lockdown coincided with the day of one of the tests. The hospital was overrun with Shadows. Chaos ensued. Corpses littered the ground, while the living either fought against the monsters or attempted to run for their lives. It was in the middle of that chaos that the girl found herself facing down the otherworldly beasts. Her father was nowhere to be seen- either dead or evacuated by the security staff. In those moments before the fight, she found herself surprisingly at peace, all things considered. Her father might have been dead. She might have been about to die. Yet, she was calm.
The lesser Shadows gave her the first real difficulty in her life for a physical confrontation. By the end of three-on-one fight, the young woman was out of breath. With reinforcements pressing down from either end of the hall, her choices were limited. So she smashed through a wall using the waiting chairs. Her reckless and destructive path to escape brought her from one room to the next. Her arms hurt. The bones were creaking from the constant stress of each impact. She went through her fourth chair before breaking through to the emergency stairwell.
And then she discovered that humans could fly with adequate wind shot at their back. Fly downwards, of course. As gravity pulled the young woman down, she stared at the quickly-approaching floor at the bottom of the stairwell. She could not reach the railing to get a grip. Even if she put her hands forward to stop the fall, even with her strength, she would no doubt suffer from broken bones.
But a voice ripped through her mind. Terms she didn't know exploded into existence, filling her mind. She reached out and called a name.
Shango.
Tall like her, and dark, an entity materialized, gripped her hand, and swung her to the safety of the stairs. By the time she realized the Shadow from before leaped after her, Shango crafted a bolt of lightning that ripped through it, removing it from existence. She survived, thanks to her Persona. The following escape was filled with its own perils, but the girl managed. She eventually made it to the terminal and popped into the safety of Mosaic once more.
So, her father was gone. The funds she had to get by were limited. And she had to support both herself and Yippa. The following weeks included her coming to terms with the situation, accepting her new responsibilities, and getting a job. Her brute strength snagged her a job at a construction company pretty quickly.
Normalcy would have to wait, it seemed.
OOC Name: Eri
Persona: Shango
Appearance: Shango is an exceedingly tall entity, actually more so than Nisha. Standing at seven feet, it's certainly an intimidating figure. Other than that, it's noteworthy for being dark-skinned and cloaked in tribal garbs matching those of anicent African societies.
Persona Lore: Shango is one of the more popular Orisha in the Yoruba religion. An Orisha is one of the facet-forms of the religion's supreme god, Olorun. As Shango, he is known as the god of fire, lightning, and thunder.
Skills:
Assault Dive
Zio
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists Lightning; Weak to Wind
Age: 20
Date of Birth: December 12th
Birthplace: Small town in Norway. For the largest portion of her life, she lived there. Didn't move to Mosaic until literally about a week before the city was closed off.
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual; Nisha isn't entirely sure if it's safe for another person to like her like that; in retrospect, while she wouldn't mind having a relationship, she's also afraid of judgment regarding her strength
Face Claim: Oogami Sakura (pre-muscles) – Dangan Ronpa
Appearance:
Height: 6'6; yes, six feet and six inches
Distinguishing Features: She has a number of scars along her arms from various antics in the past. You're better off not asking.
Class: Persona-user
Arcana: Strength
Occupation: Works for a construction company
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Nisha wields a handy-dandy crowbar. Normally, you'd expect this to deal strike damage, but, thanks to her ridiculous strength and the force behind her swings, the top hook tends to get stuck in her targets, making it a Pierce-based weapon.
Personality:
Nisha is a fairly withdrawn person. After being singled out as a child, then only spoken to when others desired protection, it goes without saying that she has issues opening up to people. She believes, through experience, that people automatically assume she has interest in more masculine things, or at least things regulated to violence or exercise. Because her true interests were so harshly ridiculed, she keeps them hidden as a form of self-defense, neglecting her own desires if she happens to be in the public eye or making excuses for the sake maintaining the image pressed on her.
Of course, Nisha is also a fairly disciplined individual. Outside of her hiding her interests, she's honest to a fault. She knows when to back down from conflicts, if only for the sake of the other party. She understands how both the victim and oppressor can feel in a situation. While she doesn't have too much confidence in her abilities in negotiation, she does try to stabilize and breakdown conflict as best she can. She's just one human, but, with rules there to set up a path, she believes, one day, acceptance will find her.
Likes:
+Cute things, including children, small animals, and plush toys
+Sweets
+Romance novels and romantic comedies
+Sculpting
Dislikes:
-Being singled out for her size or strength
-Society's expectations for her interests due to her strength
-Anarchy
-Her strength
History:
Nisha was the singular child of an African female and a Norwegian male. How her parents met was something she never questioned. Especially considering the fact that her mother died in childbirth. Despite that, the father never remarried. More than that, he never took out his depression and sadness on their daughter. No, he was a proper father, and he raised his girl with love.
It was actually a dangerous issue.
See, Nisha was special. No, not in the head. She was strong. Absurdly strong. As a kid, she was capable of putting out two to three times the normal power of other kids her age. Anytime the girl got bullied, the bullies were sent home crying. Sometimes to the hospital, if she punched in the right spot. She quickly learned she was different. Gradually, the girl began to keep to herself.
She was desired in PE, simply for the fact that she was absurdly powerful. A few people, typically those afraid of bullies, associated with her. She learned the hard way that the weak flocked to the strong. Those half-hearted feelings wore down on her, gradually causing her to enter a state of depression. The powerless looked to the one with power for protection. She could understand the logic, but it didn't make the circumstances any less sad.
Having separated herself from the majority of her peers, the girl often wandered about in the wilderness. That led to some interesting adventures. One of which included her acquisition and befriending of Yippa, her red fox pet and. . . probably sole friend to date. Her trips out also led to danger and pain. That's one of the sources for her scars, right there.
For the greatest part of her life, she just lived with her father. They were happy, even if they could never quite ignore the elephant in the room. Accidents, typically through a small jerk or a bit too much pressure were pretty often. Eventually, they turned to the net to find some information- some means of taking care of the issue. That was when an interested few doctors from Mosaic asked them to come by for observation. The doctors were curious in the girl's superhuman strength. The girl and her father were interested in fixing that. The two parties had something to gain, so why not?
The time of the lockdown coincided with the day of one of the tests. The hospital was overrun with Shadows. Chaos ensued. Corpses littered the ground, while the living either fought against the monsters or attempted to run for their lives. It was in the middle of that chaos that the girl found herself facing down the otherworldly beasts. Her father was nowhere to be seen- either dead or evacuated by the security staff. In those moments before the fight, she found herself surprisingly at peace, all things considered. Her father might have been dead. She might have been about to die. Yet, she was calm.
The lesser Shadows gave her the first real difficulty in her life for a physical confrontation. By the end of three-on-one fight, the young woman was out of breath. With reinforcements pressing down from either end of the hall, her choices were limited. So she smashed through a wall using the waiting chairs. Her reckless and destructive path to escape brought her from one room to the next. Her arms hurt. The bones were creaking from the constant stress of each impact. She went through her fourth chair before breaking through to the emergency stairwell.
And then she discovered that humans could fly with adequate wind shot at their back. Fly downwards, of course. As gravity pulled the young woman down, she stared at the quickly-approaching floor at the bottom of the stairwell. She could not reach the railing to get a grip. Even if she put her hands forward to stop the fall, even with her strength, she would no doubt suffer from broken bones.
But a voice ripped through her mind. Terms she didn't know exploded into existence, filling her mind. She reached out and called a name.
Shango.
Tall like her, and dark, an entity materialized, gripped her hand, and swung her to the safety of the stairs. By the time she realized the Shadow from before leaped after her, Shango crafted a bolt of lightning that ripped through it, removing it from existence. She survived, thanks to her Persona. The following escape was filled with its own perils, but the girl managed. She eventually made it to the terminal and popped into the safety of Mosaic once more.
So, her father was gone. The funds she had to get by were limited. And she had to support both herself and Yippa. The following weeks included her coming to terms with the situation, accepting her new responsibilities, and getting a job. Her brute strength snagged her a job at a construction company pretty quickly.
Normalcy would have to wait, it seemed.
OOC Name: Eri
Persona: Shango
Appearance: Shango is an exceedingly tall entity, actually more so than Nisha. Standing at seven feet, it's certainly an intimidating figure. Other than that, it's noteworthy for being dark-skinned and cloaked in tribal garbs matching those of anicent African societies.
Persona Lore: Shango is one of the more popular Orisha in the Yoruba religion. An Orisha is one of the facet-forms of the religion's supreme god, Olorun. As Shango, he is known as the god of fire, lightning, and thunder.
Skills:
Assault Dive
Zio
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists Lightning; Weak to Wind
