Rosalin, Jialsianna Ashlynne

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Amestrian Militant

...I Am...
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FULL NAME:
→ Jialsianna Ashlynne Rosalin
→ Alias: Jack, Jial, Ash, and Rose.

AGE:
→ 22

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Department 13, Lab 26; New Optain, Amestris

RACE:
→ Unknown

DEPARTMENT:
→ Fort Briggs

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ December 14th, 1990

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HEIGHT:
→ 5'7"

WEIGHT:
→ 128 lbs

PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ To describe Jial would be a work of science fiction horror, and yet one of ingenious marvel. Her face resembles that of a Xingese woman's, fair skinned yet elegantly lined to portray an air of beauty. Her eyes, although an ocular prosthetic, have a cretan aspect to them. Shaped in such a fashion to draw ones eye to the architecture of them rather than the innate beauty. The lips of a Rouenian, small yet full, which possess such a hue of pink it appears to be a rose awaiting the kiss of the sun. Lastly, her nose...well...it could be counted towards any race actually...and for me to say would be highly inaccurate, but it does appear to be of a more Aerugese or perhaps Xingese nature.

Her body. Besides being riddled with scarring, both from training and her several operations, is a complex thing in itself. Internally, her lungs, heart, liver and reproduction system have been replaced by artificial organs to promote a more efficient warrior. Aesthetically, she is a gorgeous young woman taking into account her Cretan blue eyes, and Ishvalan White hair. She is a work of art that can not be duplicated naturally. In training, her eyes do change to a red hue which is an indication of her serious nature and concentration. Her body being tuned to perfection is physically at it's peak, admittedly she is human, but she is above what humans are naturally capable of. Apparel for her is not as fluctuating, she is either in a pinstriped suit, an outfit reminiscent of a maid, or her tactical equipment. Although, she will wear whatever it is she is told to wear.

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PERSONALITY:
→ It can often be said to describe someone's personality is like trying to capture lightning in a bottle. However, Jial can be summarized quite simply within her most positive traits and most negative traits. On the positive side, her compassion is noteworthy. Jial displays a certain level of arrogance and rudeness, but when it comes to most things, she'll let her wall down and show a more sympathetic side. Her Drive. She is a highly motivated woman. She never really seems quite satisfied enough with things, and can sometimes be judged by others as an “over-achiever”. Her energy and appetite, so to say, are partially due to her conditioning, and the pressure to succeed. Scholarism. Generally when Jial isn't training, she can be found with her nose in a book. To better understand the physics and laws of nature behind the world or Alchemic techniques, or even researching possible equipment; she strives to better understand her own history. But her true literary genre is romance, though, much like many other romantically stale individuals. Her Respect. Being conditioned in one of the four military facilities, it is a given that being courteous and well-mannered, especially around elders and high ranking officers, would be drilled into Jial's psyche at a young age. It is on rare occasion that she doesn't utilize proper honorifics when speaking. Although rare, Playfulness is the final trait. Jial is shown to have an almost childish disposition sometimes, especially when she's feeling particularly comfortable around someone. She displays a certain love for competition, and her slightly tense/awkward exterior seems to melt away when she is joking.

On the negative side of things, her Naivety. Jial was sheltered for much of her life- as such, she finds herself foreign to most of even the simplest of daily tasks and life experiences. She has a vast lack of understanding for such things. Spending more time in trouble than completing certain tasks. Her Impulsive Curiosity. A phrase Jial might one day be all too familiar with; 'curiosity killed the cat'. The cat, in this instance, of course would be herself- in almost a literal sense as well as metaphorical. You see, Jial approaches new things with an intense vigor- whilst displaying a certain level of jumpy cautiousness. Upon getting to know her, her naivete concerning things outside the Militaristic life is pretty damn apparent. A great example of this would be her lack of cooking and edible foods knowledge; if Jial was, say, on patrol in the woods, if she spotted a mushroom growing on the side of a tree or on the ground, she would most likely approach it and poke it once or twice... then eat it. Next, her Insecurity. Being recognized as a member of the TUNED facility isn't always a good thing. The blood stained past of her kin has branded Jial as someone to avoid or even fear, among other not-so-flattering things. This has left Jial somewhat resentful to others, so she has become quite introverted to prevent the possibility of being misled into trusting someone with friendship to have it pulled back out from under her. Unfortunately, Jial is also very lonely and insecure because of her label as derelict, thus breeding more sadness and inward troubles in terms of the pressure to marry and produce offspring. Finally, her final negative trait is her Conflicting Emotions. Jial is often conflicted as to how to go about things. While she is naturally easy going and kind, her instincts and history have molded her into acting differently. She has issues trusting people, but almost 100% of the time wants to believe that her pre-conceived notions are wrong.

LOVE:
→ Discovering new things.
→ Romance Novels
→ Combat Manuals
→ Conversation
→ Serving others.
→ Being Useful.
→ Gunsmithing.
→ Weaponsmithing.
→ Historic Texts.
→ Ammunition Crafting.
→ Blade Dancing.
→ Automail Modifications.
→ Food

HATE:
→ Her own emotions
→ Food that is inedible
→ Food Poisoning
→ Deception
→ Weapon Jamming
→ Faulty Automail
→ Poor Judgement
→ Being Useless
→ "Breaking"
→ Being Repossessed
→ Forgetting Herself.
→ Memories.

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Her deepest fear lies in her obsession to succeed. She doesn't want to "Break." Which refers to her mentality breakdown. She's afraid of forgetting things, of forgetting memories, and forgetting who she is. This fear is her driving force in everything.

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HISTORY:
→ Creation
Jial was not conceived, but created. She was an amalgamation of cells processed together to create a single human being. Cultivated and incubated within a tube until she was of proper size and weight to be harvested. You see, she was never treated as a person, but as property. She was HGPSSP (Human Genome Project Super-Soldier Program) Subject Number Zero Zero Four Seven Three. No, she was not the first. She was not perfect, she was not gifted like the others. She was not your typical heroine of truth and justice, but neither she was sadistic villain of the shadows. She was herself, a young girl looking for meaning in her life. It's hard to say that she is always right in her decisions, or if she follows a noble path of virtue, but what can be said is that she only does what she feels is the correct thing to do. From the moment her eyes opened, she took in the world with hopeful eyes. All the while, the cameras logged and watched her grow. Guided by a voice through an intercom within a maze of rooms and exercises. However, being so young she was only open to the beginning stages of the "Programming."

So as to leave the Soldier with a clean-slate, free from any memories or mental traumas sustained from the brutal lives in the past, that led them to being brought in by the Facility, a series of liquid drugs are employed to induce long-term memory loss ranging from tens of months to potentially several years. This encourages unquestioning loyalty, as the newly blank-minded individual views their Commander in the light of a parental figure and the only constant in their new, foreign lifestyle. However, Jial was created within the program thus having no external memories to suppress, however there are remnants of Genetic Memory must be suppressed to override the natural saftey parameters of the body. Doing so, allows them the most optimal performance from the subject. Doing so is not without consequence however.

Repeated applications of the treatment, however, have a dilutive effect on the mind, with the heavier conditioned subjects exhibit blander personalities that almost always lean towards aloofness and chronic depression. Like chemotherapies, frequent or annual administrations of the conditioning drugs destroy the patient's overall composition and robustness, eventually weakening them both mentally and physically, to the point of death. Despite this, the Facility orders the treatments repeatedly with an aim for achieving perfection in their Soldiers, consistently wiping their minds free of accumulated memories and allowing them to concentrate only on obedience, training, and murder. This was what Jial was created for. To please her handlers, to perform as or better than expected, and to survive as long as she could until the day her light extinguished.

Modification
As she aged, her mind became sharper. Taking in combat techniques and learning to fight in any scenario, she stood out among her peers. Not in ability, but in determination. Where she lacked, she trained. Where she could not understand, she studied. What came easily to others, she struggled. But despite all that, she was chosen to advance to the next phase.

Following the selection by the Facility, successful candidates for surgical conditioning undergo an extreme physical transformation, that ultimately sees their original biological limbs (arms and legs) removed, and replaced with artificial replicas, utilizing a combination of Damascus Steel, Eastern Crafting, and advanced synthetic muscle, controlled by a "nerve" network of Toslink glass fibre optics. Where possible, other members of the skeleton, such as the ribcage and skull are replaced or reinforced with carbon-fibre, resulting in a high level of combat resilience and partial bulletproofing to the patient, though not to the soft tissues, whether synthetic or biological, that surround the bones. Most, if not all, vital organs are retained, including in general the cardiovascular, gastric, and reproductive systems, though on some occasions hysterectomies have been performed. However, internal organs are often replaced with synthetic prosthesis to increase functionality of the soldier exponentially.

Under normal conditions, those receiving automail for the first time must have each nerve painfully connected to a permanent housing system on the body, as well as have all the nerves connected simultaneously when the limb is later attached to the housing system. The recovery from surgery, including the period of time necessary to fully master the use of automail limbs, is noted to take roughly three years on average. Although, full recoveries lasting as short as one year have been documented, but the Facility has induced a recovery period as short as six months depending on the psychological condition of the soldier. But even after such time, automail prostheses must be meticulously maintained with regular oiling and frequent overhauls which necessitate that the automotive parts be disconnected from and then painfully reconnected to the nervous system in order to remain in proper working order. To which, the soldiers are trained to work on their own limbs one or two at a time depending on their skill. Detaching, overhauling, and reattaching their own limbs is all part of this next stage of programming. The thought was to make them self-sufficient, an automail mechanic may not always be available in every scenario, and a warrior must be proficient in maintaining their mind, body, and tools. However, the technology behind these Automail Prosthesis involves Deuterium Oxide as a lubricant and coolant keep the arm in optimal performance despite most harsh conditions, however, the deuterium oxide must be filtered out and eventually changed to prevent damage to the prosthesis.

Jial adapted quite well to her prosthesis, and even showing enormous skill in maintaining them. She grew more comfortable with her artificial limbs, moving as if they were always apart of her. They lowered her Conditioning Medication to see if it improved her functionality. As the year continued, she soon found her eyesight failing. Soon she was medically blind, seeing blurs instead of objects. Unable to perform her tasks, she was scheduled to be terminated. A failure. At least, until a Mechanic suggested Cranial Prosthesis. Having nothing to lose, the Facility granted the funding. They proceeded by not only implanting Visual prosthesis, but a Deep Brain Stimulator rooted to a Neural Implant Processor which was based at her brain's cortex. Her vision returned but unlike her Limbs it took her nearly 20 months to master use of them. Not only was she suffering from migraines during short term use, but at times she suffered sensory overload which at times induced seizures. However, once she mastered using them it was discovered that the implants increased her brain's cognitive ability nearly five times that of the normal test subject. She began learning and applying her knowledge at an exponential rate. Picking up languages, tactics, and Martial Arts within months instead of years. However, this was not the beginning of her career, but nearly the end.

The Fear
Upon her complete recovery, she was issued with a tasking. To eliminate a target within a building, the target would be guarded by some of her peers from the Alpha Corps. It took place in ██████, ██████ at █:██ PM.

Jial was dropped from helicopter at 45 feet, and splashed down into the ocean. She swam for a quarter mile until she met the the shore. She set up and checked her equipment before she moved toward the Psuedo Fortress. She scaled the building and looked on as one of her Class was relaxing by the window she was approaching. She leaped into the window, which alerted her prey. As he spun to counter her, she wrapped her legs about his head, squeezed, and then shifted her weight to snap his neck easily. She moved silently through the halls, hearing the commotion that her target had escaped his cell. She peaked around the corner to see him, darting toward her.She began to count his steps, closer. Closer. A little more. She reached out and yanked him around the corner, and the pursuers passed the junction without notice.

She confirmed his name, and with little resistance he confirmed. She released him and ordered him to follow him, but this time protest was found within his voice. She quickly employed Psychological Warfare upon him, barraging him with an insult that if she hadn't pulled him out of the hallway, he'd still be being pursued, or if he wanted he could escape on his own. She led the way, knowing well he was watching her every move. She managed to avoid confrontation with any more of her type...at least until she ordered him to stop. She moved against the wall, and peaked around a corner. She immediately devised a tactic, with her intellect above 500 matters like this were a breeze. She handed him her pistol, and instructed him to use it only in self-defense. She didn't need the gunfire to attract more people. She counted out three Alpha's and four Beta's. She tossed in a smoke grenade, she had created herself. She had a hobby for munition creation. She darted in and began to rip them apart in the confusion. She was a monster...well only in terms of her work. She was a work of art in other areas. The only reason she was better than her fellow Alpha's was her thought process was far more advanced, but this only proved useful in combat instances. He began to question her, but his final question was the only one she really answered. He asked if they were really all dead, and she replied with "It wasn't hard...even if they're armed...the moment you blind them, they're no use at all." She could feel his unease, anyone would be unnerved in this situation. No one would run into a room full of armed men and women willingly, even under the shroud of smoke. "Care for your allies is good and all, but hesitation to shoot makes your gun just another piece of cold metal...the more people there are, the messier it gets."

She stepped forward, but he called out another question. It seemed by his body language that he wasn't going to cooperate without her answering why she chose this way. "...Listen up, pork-chops. There's three ways outta here: The Northern face, the row o' windows, facin' south, or these barracks here on the western. If the Alphas are as smart as they say, they'll be reinforcin' the guard up north, seein' as I in that way...at the very they'll be on their toes." She jabbed a thumb towards the barracks doors. "The barracks, on the other hand, are the farthest away from the max-security sector, and since there ain't no prisoner lackin' enough common sense to plan an escape through here, security's ridiculously loose. Nobody ever thinks to put an extra lock on the back door..." She paused her rational thought for a moment, and searched his face. The twitch in his eye, the subtle swallowing of his saliva, and the tension in the muscles of his neck, cheeks, and shoulders indicated he had not thought of any of what she deduced. So she figured she'd ensure his trust by pushing him a little. "By the way...that southern face you mentioned...If ya' didn't know already, it's the "front" of this facility...There are a total of twenty-six windows on the outer wall, each under the watch of at least two motion detectors. If triggered, the little buggers activated an interesting bit o' equipment...mounted machineguns with infared trackin' and a range of three hundred meters...and just in case you don't get my meaning...A little reminder...machines don't fuck up. So which is it? Ram our way through a buncha guards? Or...test our luck against fifty-two automated machineguns?" She turned her back on him and walked towards the barracks. "Dunno about you, but, gettin' turned into a beehive ain't on my agenda."

And so they fought there way out, she escaped into the woods with him, and began to nurse her wounds. Her automail arm was leaking lubricant, and she quickly sealed the leak, and then replaced the fluid with a portable vial of the heavy water. He began to celebrate before she reached into her small pouch and tossed him a small notebook. She began looking through it, and when he came to his photo and description froze. She watched the look on his face change as he looked up. He began to scream at her, asking why would she help him escape if she was only going to kill him. What was the point. Her only reply was, "I guess I'm like a Cat. I enjoy playing with my food...before I eat it." She rolled away from him, and pressed herself on the backside of the tree, just as an explosion ripped into the man. She quickly received praise from her handler over her communication channel. She asked the question of why she had to kill her own kind, to which they replied. "Because they were useless to begin with" This stuck her deep...she couldn't be allowed to die like this. She didn't want to be thrown to the wolves to train someone else to be better. The people she killed could have been her, easily. But no, she would be better than them. She needed to stay better than them. She had to be useful no matter what the cost.

The Transfer
Jial was transferred to Fort Briggs in order to stretch her abilities, however, as soon as the transfer was approved the project was shutdown due to lack of funding. They began to eradicate their experiments, but stored their notes. When they went to finish off Jial, they found that her placement in Briggs made her difficult to target. Instead, they began distributing the rumors of the TUNED Facility to public media and leaked her affiliation as a rumor. They hoped to get her thrown out of Briggs so they could tie up the last loose end. However, despite the controversy against her she excelled in Briggs and moved to a position that she couldn't be readily dismissed. Her division was small and rather despised, but they would not be abandoned. People began to transfer to other Divisions and departments to escape the crappy life of shit details and scraps. When everything settled down, she was one of the last ones remaining. There she waited, a true soldier of Briggs, neglected but not forgotten. Waiting for someone to take her hand and be her Master.

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TRIVIA:
→ Skilled in Shurikenjutsu and corresponding Martial Arts
→ Automail Limbs
→ Peak Human Strength: Jial's physical strength is enhanced to the very peak of human potential. As a result, she is as physically strong as a human being can be without being classified as superhuman. She had been seen bench pressing 500 kg (1,200 lbs) which is consistent with her strength level, as benching is easier than military press lifting.
→ Peak Human Speed: She can run at speeds of up to approximately 48 kilometers per hour (30 miles per hour), and has on occasion run a mile when under duress mile (1.6 km) in 73 seconds (49 mph/78 kph.)
→ Peak Human Reflexes: Jial's reflexes border on superhuman level. Her reaction speed is 20 kph, which makes it possible for her to dodge gunfire even in point blank range from multiple gunners at the same time. However, this would only be possible for the first volley.
→ Above Human Mental Process: Her mental performance has been greatly enhanced, allowing her mind to operate in the most efficient and rapid manner possible. One manifestation of this is her tactical genius; the ability to quickly process multiple information streams (e.g., threat assessment) and rapidly respond to changing tactical situations. Jial also possesses an eidetic memory, meaning that she never forgets anything and has perfect recall. This enables her to remember any military tactic and apply it to any situation, it also curves her learning curve allowing her to learn things faster by recalling events.
→ Multi-Lingual: Speaks Amestrian, Ishvalan, Aerugese, Xingese, and Cretan

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ALIAS:
→ Yuki

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ So-Sul Kwon Fang, Villetta Nelliel Guinevere

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Trying something different here.

FACE CLAIM:Touhou/Izayoi Sakuya

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Stiletto

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[Iris]

Approved

It.. looks good to me <3