ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Desi would best be described as a small, nimble thing, short in stature (5'1") and noticeably thin for her age. Her narrow shoulders and slim waist possess very little fat tissue or muscle mass, and indeed she looks light enough to be swept away by a faint breeze. While her frame might be easily overlooked, she makes up for it with her eye-catching appearance and fashionable attire. The tips of her vivid scarlet hair barely brush her shoulders, often tied into mini buns at the sides of her head with arching bangs that curtain around her heart-shaped face. Her sapphire eyes sparkle with hints of purple, like jewels inlaid into the ivory canvas of her skin.
An avid accessorizer, one will often find her wearing hair clips, bracelets, and garters, along with her signature pair of gradient, round-framed glasses that she sometimes wears. Perhaps her biggest identifying feature is the red flower tattoo inked into her left arm, a symbol of a clan long forgotten.
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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Lively - A warm, vivacious persona that draws people in, she is the embodiment of optimism and cheer.
Deceptive - As a rogue, she has a penchant for telling lies and manipulating others for her benefit, though she tends to reserve this side of herself for those who deserve to be swindled.
Overconfident - Desi's overconfidence lends itself to arrogant, boastful one-liners at the best of times — and a tendency to recklessly endanger herself and others to prove a point at the worst.
ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Born Princess Desinya Devintyre on the planet Citania, she was once a young royal among her matriarchal tribe, set to inherit the title of Queen of her people. She was trained in the blade from a young age, but unlike most warmaidens she came to prefer the speed and dexterity of daggers as opposed to a big, lumbering sword. Through her upbringing, she learned diplomacy and trade, developing a specialty for forging alliances and bartering for goods. At the age of sixteen, she was given her tattoo of the family crest, only to lose her arm a year later in a battle for her homeland. Her home was razed to the ground, and she alone rose from the ashes like a phoenix of war.
She wandered for a time, mourning the loss of her loved ones, a restless spirit unable to move on. Eventually, she took on a new name - "Desi" - and reinvented herself as a traveling merchant. Upon commissioning a perfect replica of her left arm, tattoo and all, she was fit to work and fight once again. After making something of a name for herself, she joins the crew of the the RSS Charon in hopes of expanding both her wares and customer base to other planets, yet all does not go as planned.
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ʙᴏɴᴅs N/A.
ɢᴇɴᴇs/ᴘʀᴏsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs Her left arm is completely artificial, though it looks no different from a normal limb. She used to be right-handed, but now she is more skilled with her left hand thanks to its increased capabilities, such as enhanced strength and dexterity. However, strong electrical shocks can cause it to short-circuit, leaving her arm limp and useless until repaired.
To help her communicate and trade with all kinds of people and species, she also has a cochlear implant in her ear that translates other languages spoken in real time. It works for just about any tongue, but certain high frequencies can damage the device and her ear, causing it to bleed at times.
sᴄᴀʀs/ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs Desinya has something of a fear of blood, able to handle it in small amounts, but growing weak and nauseated when exposed to an excess of the stuff.
sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛᴇᴍ A slender yet elegant hand pipe that she inherited from her mother. It has the unique ability to charm and pacify those who inhale its smoke (to a degree) something that comes in handy for her when negotiating and setting the mood, as she tends to use it to calm her own nerves as well.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ Jin boasts a fairly tall, broad stature, (~5'11) his figure honed with lean musculature from years of manual labor. For an engineer, he's a lot less grizzled and gruff-looking than most would expect, coming across as more of a pretty boy that likes to dress in dark clothing and wear chokers. His two-toned hair is coal black at the top with a sky blue layer dyed underneath, having sharp, spiky ends that reach his neck. Beneath his thin, dark brows, he has striking magenta eyes and handsome, boyish features.
He's often found wearing headphones, as he likes to listen to music to help him focus. His casual attire tends to be lightweight and shows off some skin, a tank top and black cargo pants with a loose jacket his go-to. When he's working, he'll wear protective gear such as gloves and a pair of goggles.
Apparently he has a great skincare routine, as his complexion is clear and he never seems to have bags under his eyes no matter how little sleep he gets.
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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Steadfast - It's hard to fluster or distract him when he's focused on something. Other than his fears, not many things can faze him, and he tends to work hard and remain firm in his beliefs.
Resourceful - Few things go unnoticed by his keen eyes. No matter where he is, Jin seems to be able to find and make use of what's in his environment, from scavenged machinery parts to animal carcasses.
Insomniac - Jin's insomniac tendencies cause him to lose out on sleep, leading to him having less energy without substances and even falling asleep on the job at times. When he does sleep, it is hardly restful, often short-lived and plagued by nightmares.
ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Tartarus XIII is his home planet, and he's never once left it. He grew up in a small village in the mountains, where the people were poor and food was scarce. Even as a child he was forced to work long hours in the mines just to help his parents and brothers and sisters afford to eat, but his passions lied in creating and constructing things. It started out with small wooden toys for his siblings and tiny engines powered by the fragments of charged ore he managed to scavenge from his shifts, but he had grander ambitions.
At fifteen, he left the village in search of a better life, abandoning his family and joining the Iron Spade Collective. With access to the tools he needed to bring his visions to fruition, he became an architect and engineer for the settlers. He had a great mind for invention, always thinking up new ways to make something more efficient and accessible. However, his sleeping habits had suffered since childhood, where the total darkness of the mines kept him awake and paranoid for hours on end. It was a fear he couldn't shake even in his adulthood, leading to him designing his own pair of contact implants to rectify the issue.
Before meeting up with the crew of the RSS Charon, Jin was kicked out of the Collective for creating a powerful robot that was supposed to be his highest achievement, one that could help him defend the settlement. Unexpectedly, it ended up going on a rampage, killing a few other members and destroying all in its wake. It escaped into the wilds before he had the chance to contain it, and to this day he continues to search for it, determined to put an end to his greatest failure and clear his name.
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ʙᴏɴᴅs N/A.
ɢᴇɴᴇs/ᴘʀᴏsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs Cat Eye Implants - Both eyes have been modified to have something of a feline look, granting him superior darkvision. As a passive effect, his irises also glow faintly in the dark.
Fangs - He'll claim it's simply for aesthetic purposes, but his canine teeth have been shaped into sharper points.
sᴄᴀʀs/ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs Fear of the dark - Jin got his cat eye implants specifically so that he could always see at night and never have to worry about his fears. However, in the event that he's blindfolded or has his vision taken away by other means, he could be sent into a panic.
A number of scars from mining and tinkering - mostly small cuts and burns on his hands and arms.
sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛᴇᴍ A toolkit - it comes with the usual assortment, from hammers, wrenches, screws, saws, nails and the like, to more specialized implements for fine, detailed work on prosthetics and robotics.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ A lover of fashion, Yui's tastes trend towards the flashy, brightly-colored staples of the gyaru subculture. Her long hair has been split dyed blonde and pink, often accessorized with cute hairclips and tied into a mini bun with a scrunchie on one side. Her eyes are a sort of periwinkle color, speckled with blue and purple flecks like a galaxy. She often wears makeup, but depending on the day it might be anywhere from a more 'natural' look to a full face with bright eyeshadow and lipstick. The one thing she never slacks on are her nails, which are always manicured and painted a glittery pink. She stands at about 5'4" (162.6cm), but since she usually wears platform shoes she appears 5'7" (170.2cm) most of the time.
While her style varies from day-to-day, she is almost never seen without her signature black and pink-striped jacket and a pair of headphones around her neck, usually blasting j-pop or j-rock. Thanks to being enrolled at an artsy college, she's usually able to get away with her outlandish fashion choices—even the more risqué pieces like crop tops and short skirts.
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ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ Yui absolutely loves makeup and cute clothes, but not for the shallow, vapid reasons that most assume. She has a genuine passion for cosmetology and fashion design as a form of artistic expression, which is why her dream is to one day open up her own boutique. A far cry from the timid, mousy girl who used to play dress-up with her dolls, she's grown into an energetic and sociable young woman with a rebellious streak. Both her looks and her personality are bold, but she isn't ashamed to be who she is, no matter how many judgmental looks are sent her way. And despite what her appearance might suggest, she's actually quite intelligent and always excelled in school.
As casual and easygoing as she seems, however, the insults and the rumors still affect her more than she'd like to admit. She frequently has mental breakdowns in the bathrooms or on the rooftop where nobody can see her because she's desperate for an outlet but too afraid to ask for help. Extroverted nature aside, she often feels the most alone when she's surrounded by people who she knows are only using her for her money or her looks, but she never makes any effort to cut them out of her life. Like a pushover, she continues to let people take advantage of her time and again, always smiling and laughing along even when she's the one being ridiculed.
As a way to cope with the stress, she's developed something of an addictive personality, often spending money on clothes and beauty products in an attempt to fill the hole. Because she gets so little sleep, she also has to subsist off of coffee and energy drinks, leading to an overreliance on sugar and caffeine just to make it through the day.
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ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ As a child, Yui was raised less by her single, wealthy father, and more by the nannies he hired to look after her in his absence. Her mother left when she was still a baby and was promptly replaced by a new woman every few years, each one younger and more empty-headed than the last. In time, a few half-siblings even came about from Satou Takahashi's numerous flings, but none were ever integrated into the family. Being a successful businessman, her father owned a large company that manufactured dolls, and he'd bring her home one or two after being away for weeks or months at work. Eventually, Yui had a large collection of them, but she resented them because they could not bring her happiness in place of a real emotional bond with her dad.
She grew up going to private schools, stuffy institutions full of snobby, spoiled brats who, like her, more often than not had dysfunctional families. For years she kept her head down and tried to be a good daughter, thinking that her father would pay more attention to her if she did well in school and made him proud. He did not. Every perfect report card was carelessly discarded, every graduation and after-school event unattended. It wasn't until she started breaking the rules that he finally started to see her, even if it was in a negative light.
In high school, Yui discovered gyaru fashion online after seeing a pair of girls at the mall with blonde hair and tanned skin. She was enamored with their style, and she quickly set to work planning her own spin on it, using her allowance to change the things about herself that were plain and unnoticeable. She dyed her hair and began wearing makeup, much to the teachers' chagrin. In class, she became loud and boisterous, sharing in gossip with the other girls and trying out cigarettes, alcohol, whatever she had to do to make herself seem cool. She even dated a few boys, though she never had feelings for any of them. Whenever she was sent to the office for breaking another rule she got to hear her dad's voice reprimanding her over the phone, one of her few chances to actually talk to him one-on-one.
In spite of everything, she wanted to make sure that she got into the college she was aiming for on her own merits, and not because of her father's connections. Her grades were more than enough to get her accepted to Shusei University, and she moved into the dorms as soon as the new year began.
However, Yui learned quickly enough that things wouldn't magically change just because they were all adults now. Her popularity was a farce, her so-called "friends" constantly going behind her back to talk badly about her and spread all sorts of rumors about her character. She became known as a dumb bimbo who only made it to college thanks to daddy's money, completely diminishing all of her hard work and studying to get to where she was. The same girls who sat with her at lunch went on to claim that she was a slut who would sleep with anyone for a quick buck, and some boys began harassing her over it, calling her "used goods" and throwing crumpled-up bills at her feet. It was a vicious cycle with no end in sight, resulting in many sleepless nights and an eating disorder she still can't quite escape. On top of it all, she would go on compensated dates to make enough money to fuel her spending habits, a secret that would only add fuel to the fire if anyone ever found out.
With so many two-faced people around her, she didn't know who to trust—and the bullying was only bound to get worse once she met the loner kid who had been stuffed into her locker as a means to harass her. What she didn't expect, however, was to find a kindred spirit in someone who may as well have been her polar opposite.
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