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Switch: Erin Cho -> Iris - Katelyn Ross - 01-02-2011
Name — Iris Swanning (display name is just ‘Iris,’ please)
Age — 22
Race — Generic
Sex — Female
Starting Planet — Earth
Profession — Jewelry Broker
Fighting Style — Focused, charged with emotion.
Short Bio — Iris’s parents have been dead for as long as she can remember. She had been able to etch out a normal existence with the help of Stephanie, a girl about ten years her elder, and has successfully graduated from university and is now interviewing for a job. Conditions in her life are growing more sour than ever, but she is currently paying no attention to them, aside from the fact that she finds herself consistently unsettled by the normalcy of her current life.
General Description — Iris is considered very classically beautiful, but as she continues to deepen her relationship with the darker sides of herself, it takes its toll on her appearance. She has brown hair, and increasingly pale skin, and wears clothes that continue to grow less and less appropriate. At the moment, she is the fashion of wearing a tank top, short shorts, and a long, flowing blue sash that forms a sort of half-skirt.
Starting Abilities — Psychokinesis; Ki Specialization
Trait — Tenacious
Stats —
Strength - 20%
Focus - 40%
Endurance - 10%
Agility - 30%
Role-play Sample —
“Iris — like the eye.”
“No, no,” Stephanie protested, “say ‘like the flower.’ It sounds more attractive, and less scientific. Nobody likes a scientific sales rep unless you’re selling, like, medical equipment or some other shit like that.”
Iris smiled timidly. She was thankful that she had a person like Stephanie; a person that could always be there with her, showing her the ropes. The older girl — less pretty than Iris, but no doubt smarter — had been a constant figure in the younger woman’s life, serving as a big sister, or a mother, even. Iris could never really decide which one she meant to be; one minute, she was offering advice on boys, and the next, she was helping her prepare for a job interview.
It drained her, though. All of this… preparation, and for what? To sell jewelry, or something equally material? It didn’t feel like a purpose that was worthy of being prepared for, or talked about after it had commenced. In the long run, Iris could see it feeling tedious and distant. Yet, in this moment, it felt necessary.
Everything seemed to be falling right into place; she’d graduated college just a few months ago, she was living with Stephanie in a nice two-bedroom apartment in West City, and now she had an interview lined up at one of the most highly reputed jewelry dealers in the North Quadrant. It felt right, like it needed to happen, like this was what her purpose was for the moment, even if it didn’t seem all that… purposeful.
It felt decidedly normal, and try as she might, Iris couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It fit nicely into routine, into the schedule for her life that she had pounded into her head every day at the university. She’d been told that graduating from college was a stepping stone onto bigger, greater things, and she supposed that this job was meant to be that: that greater thing that she’d been promised. There was just one problem — a small problem, but a problem, nonetheless. It didn’t feel great. It didn’t feel special.
A few months ago, that wouldn’t have mattered. She would’ve killed for the chance to interview at a place like this, now that she’d finished her long walk across that staged and clutched a marketing degree in her fingers. It wouldn’t have mattered if it had felt special — the fact of the matter would have been, it was something. And something was better than nothing.
Switch: Erin Cho -> Iris - Vad - 01-03-2011
Got it.