Joselyn Workmann - NOT Meister Jun 10, 2014 23:49:32 GMT -5
Post by Jo Workmann on Jun 10, 2014 23:49:32 GMT -5
Workmann; Joselyn; Meister
Name: Joselyn Workmann
Nickname: Jo, Jose
A Strong Body
Appearance: Slightly over the average height for a female, she weighs a little over average for her height as well. Most of this is due to the muscle mass. Having built quite a bit of muscle over the years, her strength could probably easily be guessed if she didn’t keep most of her body covered on a normal basis. Starting from her head, Jo has blonde hair chopped into short and shaggy strands. Mostly found in a mess, these strands often hang down every which way, including over her face. Dull blue eyes often hold a spark of playfulness, while pale lips generally hold a smirk upon them. Her skin is fair, where faint scars are not found she has smooth and pale features.
A strong body lies below her head. If left without her style of clothing, she obviously could be associated with the female gender. However, Jo’s slightly less than average chest is often covered with layers of fabric. The same is found with her toned arms, abdomen, and legs. General style consists of a leather jacket composed of white as the main color, while black and red split the ¾ length sleeves. To match the jacket, her hands will be covered with red and black gloves when it is worn. Beneath the jacket is almost always some sort of black shirt. Habit makes her choose a black shirt that is thick and is secured by multiple belts up the front. Seeming to be a favorite of hers, belts seem to adorn her appearance often. Denim is always found on her body, somewhere, though usually upon her legs in the form of jeans. Held up by a belt, it is not unusual for the woman to have a belt or two wrapped around her thighs. To sum up her odd style, boots are a common on her feet. Not oddly, these often incorporate some sort of belt as well.
Weight: 157 lbs
Fighting Style: Much of Jo’s fighting style is up close and personal. Her own experiences and ‘teachings’ are a result of fighting human opponents. Her abilities lie in strength and quick, short movements. She utilizes her ability to quickly add a jab or shift out of the way of an attack to her full advantage. In the moments where small movements are not enough to avoid damage, she simply takes the hit and attempts to utilize the openings from that strike. Her style is much more reactionary than thought out and planned. Her focus remains on the target as she thinks through one moment as it occurs rather than planning an elaborate scheme to take them down. The girl has a slightly different persona when she actually straps down and focuses on the competition of fighting. While she still views it as a fun sort of game, she also has a drive to prove herself worthy. The girl never backs down once she starts, meaning that she’ll remain close until no longer physically able, regardless of the disadvantage.
Personality: Jo is an energetic character all her own. While maybe happy-go-lucky might not fit her correctly, she certainly has a style of joy that fits her. Easily pleased and not easily insulted, Jo tends to let things slide away into nothing. People get angry and worked up over such trivial things. They just need to learn how to get through life while enjoying what they’re doing. In her view, things always change. It’s stupid to get hung up on the inevitable.
The girl holds a toughness about her. Often, her interaction can seem violent to others. While she does not intentionally mean to harm anyone, it has been something she has grown up with. A punch to the arm a little too hard, a tackle to the ground, anything of the sort could come from the young Workmann. Her nature often support her competitiveness. Having been raised with three boys, she does not like to be one upped. If someone challenges her, she will accept it. No questions asked. She enjoys being tested, even if it is beyond her abilities.
However, even during a competition, it is not unlikely that she won’t take it seriously. It’s not quite as fun if one closes themselves off from the pure enjoyment of what is happening. So, laughter in the midst of a fight is not uncommon, total joy instead of a malice sort of laughter. Jo simply enjoys things and it won’t be easily taken.
She does not seem to get angry or sad often. There are obviously a few ways to get into her head and bring out more negative emotions, but for the most part she is stable in her enjoyment of life and having a good time.
This being so, she believes she gets along with people. All in all, everyone will have their own reaction to her rough exterior, but in her own little world she believes she gets along with the majority of people and those who don’t get along with her don’t matter. Getting through the day with it being totally civil is directly important to her. Conflict isn’t a negative thing, it is a necessity in today’s world.
Inside the Soul
Abilities: Soul Purge - The ability for one to self resonate and channel their wavelength through a part of the body and generally into a target. Jo has absolutely no control over this ability. The ranges of the strength of this attack go from slightly increased pain to mediocre amounts of internal damage. Jo also has no way of telling where her soul may be focused. It isn’t always timed with a hit, the wavelength may be focused anywhere from her big toe to her ear. No control over the activation, no control over the strength, and no control over the source exit.
Soul Perception - Practice Posts 0/2
Appearance: No real distinguishable difference is made between Jo using Soul Perception or being her normal self. Other than a slight personality shift to being excited which may cause more laughter or grins, Jo will most likely be punching someone or something. At this low level of beginning perception, nothing further can be observed from her.
Description: While a talented user of Soul Perception may be able to simply look at a soul to find significant and specific information about a being’s wavelength, personality, characteristics, etc., Jo Workmann is not that talented. Jo’s perception of the soul is very dependent upon two factors. 1. She must be excited. Whether energized for a fight or for trying new things, she can’t simply be calm. 2. Jo must make physical contact with the target. She gains a view of the soul at its strongest when the strike hits and the vision of the soul slowly fades unless hit again.
When only one of these two standards are met, she may be able to can catch “glimpses” of the soul. These glimpses come as colors of the soul. While this ‘glimpse’ could be deemed helpful, in reality they may not necessarily be accurate. If not meeting her two standards to reach her ability, there is most likely interference either from her own soul, ideas, or thoughts. What she “glimpses” of the soul may be predetermined and not an actual reflection of the one she is focused on.
Helps distinguish the difference between corrupted and innocent souls.
Begins another step into the world of meister abilities.
Provides her with a reason to punch someone.
Must make physical contact with target.
Does not always give correct information.
Is new and confusing to the meister.
Out of your Mind
Fast Reaction Speed - her speed is hard to match, at least in short bursts. These movements are often a quick offensive attack (punch/kick) or a dodge of some sort. The movements are often small and efficient, allowing her to focus her energy purely for what is needed for.
Solid Physical Strength - Much stronger than an average female and ranking in the top percentage of male strength as well. Jo found it amusing to train her body to be able to be as strong or stronger than anyone around her. Packing a solid punch, her strength should not be underestimated.
Good Endurance - Along with her strength, she seems to hold a high pain tolerance. Growing up with the males in her family and having to hide any bumps and bruises from the ‘fight club,’ she is able to endure greater pain than an average individual and push herself further despite the inconvenience.
Slow General Speed - when it doesn’t come to the movements of attacking or dodging, Jo is actually decently slow. Her running speed is nothing to be impressed by and anything that isn’t a split second move seems to suffer comparison. Therefore, when trying to wind up for a better attack or stronger attack, she needs extra time or an opening. *the quick bursts listed above are obviously weaker than an attack that she would place full power behind. this power requires a wind up instead of simply a quick jab*
Low Stamina - Her short and quick movements are favored for their efficiency, any semi-larger movements proves very taxing on her. A short fight generally proves best for Jo, the longer it drags on puts her at a higher and higher disadvantage. Though her endurance is greater than most, obviously taking a hit will greatly lower what stamina she has.
Non-Strategic - With her style being purely reactionary, Jo doesn’t take into consideration all of the factors that would help to create a successful plan. There is an attack, she decides how to deal with it. Another factor changes, she deals with it too. Her end goal doesn’t always have a clear path to get to it, she just sort of muddles as she goes through.
Hobbies: “Fight Club”, biking, outside sports
Likes: Motorcycles, boys, fighting, games, sports, family, fresh air, trees, denim
Dislikes: Deception, abandonment, cities, girly things, stillness, housecats
Aspirations: Much with her fighting style, Jo has no real ‘plan.’ She just sort of goes along enjoying life and dealing with things as they come. She has no real desire to make a Death Scythe, though it could prove amusing.
History: Think back to one of the old fairy tales where a common man meets a high class lady. Joselyn’s parents were much the same. Her father, Rick, was a mechanic in Normal, Illinois. Not the owner of a shop, not part of a big chain, but that sort of small shop that only people in the neighborhood went to. Her mother, Joanna, was daughter of the mayor to the city and had influence in political parties to further his career. How did these two meet? A series of events that had her car broken down, with nowhere else to go but the shop he worked at. As their short story would unfold, Joanna held this side relationship with Rick for a few years. She stood by her father’s side, but would take ‘vacation’ on a whim or when her pregnancies would become visibly noticeable.
Four children were born to the couple, the eldest (Joshua), the middle twins (Richard and Brett), and the youngest being Joselyn. Having Joanna not completely being a constant influence in their lives, the boys were brought up by Rick. He took this as a sacrifice of the only way to be with his love. She would be there if he needed her, but she would mostly stand by her father. This soon came to an end with Joselyn. The third pregnancy was it, Joanna’s father had had quite enough of his daughter’s antics. Having never had interest in his grandchildren or Rick, he gave Joanna a choice. The end result being… Joanna disappeared from the Workmann family’s life after giving birth to Joselyn. Left with three boys and a daughter, completely without his love, Rick continued on as he only knew how.
Rick loved his children, they were his family. Even with the majority of her life being surrounded by males, Joselyn never felt out of place. She never knew her mother but also felt no malice towards her, as none of the others in her family did. The kids were brought up tough but full of love and understanding for family. Taught that they had to earn their own, but also fight for one another. They took care of each other as a family unit, this love of family instilled in them each.
The children were only a year apart, which made them closer as they grew up. Each understood what the other was going through, all of them fought to help the other, and they made one another stronger. Ever since they were small, the four of them were rough housers. Their father did nothing to encourage or discourage this behavior. They were who they were, as long as they loved one another and tried their best he would let them develop as their own minds decided. So, the little ‘battles’ the children would have continued on. From young children to teen years, they ‘fought.’
One by two by one they entered the high school environment. All part of the public school system, they quickly made a name for themselves in this environment. The kids were troublemakers. Each had their own level and type of antics, but none of them could be described as a ‘goody two shoes.’ Joselyn was not an exception to this rule of the Workmann children. Her own type of antics being centered on pranks, neglected school work, and a fight here and there. One oddity about the fights… they were never focused on anger or hatred. These fights were always between her and other individuals who both consented to it, generally for their own amusement.
Work prevented Rick from spending as much time with his children as he wished, but he made what time he had count. The family spent time together. Each of them brought their findings and talents, sharing with one another. Joshua had turned to the school’s boxing program (by influence of the school counselor) to curve his aggressiveness, the twins had taken after their father’s love for mechanics, and Joselyn was free spirited enough to try anything. The joy and natural flow she brought to the mix always lifted the spirits of her brothers and father. Even if the family was somewhat broken,it was strong.
They each took advantage of one another’s talents as well. Joselyn often fought her brother Joshua to learn more about his skills. This often ending in her losing, but learning just the same. It was all a game, fun, and bonding for them all. Starting at 15, her and Joshua started an unofficial fighting competition. Most of those who entered were kids from school, but a few from other districts trickled in as well. Their own little fight club, Joshua dragged in another student from the boxing club and things went underway. Certain nights they were one on one fights, other times it was team battles at once, or sometimes even tag teams. The fun was that they all could win some money doing it as well. Or lose. Bets could be won and winners of the night’s games could win a share.
At the age of 17, Joselyn had won plenty of competitions during the past years. Two things had been discovered during this time. Jo had a great like for motorcycles. While she had known this for a great length of time, she had no money to buy herself such a vehicle. With earning winnings from her fights, she saved up for this. Her brothers had gotten actual jobs and bought cars for themselves by this time. But Jo… much more carefree, she waited until enough money had been saved up from the fights to buy herself a shining, red, sport bike. And this was one of her most cherished possessions. Second… The girl discovered an oddity in her...body. Every now and then, she noticed an odd sensations coming from various parts of her. It never occurred to her what this could mean, so she generally dismissed it. A strength seemed to resonate from herself, different parts of her body almost feeling numb but not weak. Once, she even cracked her knee into someone’s thigh and later found his muscle had been simply slashed. This whole something that struck her as odd, but she ignored for the sake of worrying her brothers and father. And not being able to fight! Duh!
Obviously… this fight club was less than legal. The location for the competition constantly moved and for two years they were lucky. This would be the end. Though a graduated Joshua was still involved in setting up the venues and organizing the event, word had let out about the club and action had been taken against them. It didn’t take long for the club to be hunted down and disbanded by authorities. While many got away, a select few did not. Including Joselyn Workmann.
Punishment for unregulated prize fighting, disturbing the peace, and assault was turning more negative by the moment. One would think that a minor may get off with community service hours. Given Jo’s school record of multiple fights on the grounds, minimum cases of severe injury from possibly ‘harmless’ hits, and the fact that a certain official was pushing against her freedom, the girl was looking forward to jail time. That is… until an official of Shibusen offered another suggestion. With certain cases like the ones where a tattered muscle in the thigh resulted from her fight, it seemed unlikely they were linked. This official suggested that Jo could possibly have abilities stronger than mere trouble-making. Abilities of a meister. After speaking to her father, Rick did reveal that Jo’s mother was from a line of meisters, Joanna even being graduate of the school.
So, an offer was eventually made. Attend the school and curb her powers for a better outlet.
Having taken this as a compliment, she hastily agreed to this suggestion. It sounded interesting. A lot more interesting than jail time. Packing her few things, the girl was going to leave the only family she knew and start on a new adventure.
Extra Notes: Jo owns a never sloppy red motorcycle that she would sincerely make out with if it were more promising a partner.
Behind the strings
Other characters: Irene Dixon, Kaylin McOlster, Niina Rivera
Face Claim: Leo Kliesen from Tekken
RP Sample:New to the city. Not something Jo was used to. She knew people from her old school that had been to many places. Traveled the world or had at least gone to other places… Jo never really had. She didn’t take this as a negative thing. Having enjoyed her life and everyone in it, she would not take back anything from her past if given the chance. It was just darn awesome. But still, that didn’t make this city any less new to her. And that was pretty cool as well.
So many new people. So many different people. And all these places! Places to eat, shop, run around. New and interesting, she had taken a short amount of time looking around when she had arrived, not a few days earlier. By then, she had become accustomed to the dorms that she was living in and even had a vague sense of understanding for the layout of the school. And… by vague sense… that actually meant she still had no idea where anything was besides the two important things. The cafeteria and the exit.
Keeping that information aside, today was the first day of a break. Not a week day full of classes with things that she didn’t really understand, but a day she could go about her own antics with no chance of providing her father any sense of shame. A grin on her lips, Jo was out and about around the town. She woke up late in the day, no alarm to wake her. Enjoying her extra hours of unconsciousness, she woke up refreshed and energized. Slipping into her normal apparel, complete with jeans and belted shirt, boots and gloves. Her comfort in clothing wouldn’t simply change because she was in a different place. Even if it was a hot, dry air…
Jo took the time to get a better look at the city. Hand in her pockets and playful smirk on her face, her eyes darted around the scenes and people, letting her mind remain open for any sort of idea that might occur. Sadly… the first thought that came to mind was brought by a quiet rumbling. She was hungry. Having had nothing to eat when she had gotten up for the day and it was nearing lunch time. A quiet chuckle coming from the girl, she looked around again with a different focus in mind.
What caught her eyes was a place’s name that amused her. ‘Dough re mi.’ Even if she wasn’t a big musical person, it was still funny. Entering the place, the diversity of it only intrigued her more. Not that she had been in too many restaurants or cafes or the like… but having so many different places to sit. It was odd, like a fairytale or a child’s playhouse. Between choosing food and where to sit, the girl couldn’t quite make up her mind right away. Eventually, she had ordered and plopped herself down in a booth.
Hands having made their way out of her pockets by now, Jo was leaned back in the booth and had brought her left leg up onto the seat as well. Foot on the seat with her knee just clearing the table in front of her, she rested her right elbow on the leg. Her head leaned back against the booth, gaze up towards the ceiling in an almost bored expression. Really… she was bored. But she was also hungry. How could anyone have the strength to move without food? Which would explain the more subdued nature of the female.
Fingers of her right hand tapping incessantly against the table, she never quite returned her attention to the area surrounding her. Lack of food was sapping her energy. A light growl coming from her stomach again, the time moved soooo slowly.