Veska, Jocelyn

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CASE FILE: Alchemist/Amestrian Militant

Solid. Solid as a rock.
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FULL NAME:
→ Jocelyn Gregorevna Veska

AGE:
→ 23

SEX:
→ Female

BIRTH PLACE:
→ Rush Valley, Amestris

RACE:
→ 50% Drachman/25% Amestrian/25% Cretan

DATE OF BIRTH:
→ December 1, 1990

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HEIGHT:
→ 6' 1"

WEIGHT:
→ 149 lbs.

PICTURE:
→

Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
→ A phrase often used to describe Jocelyn is "a perfectly painted rock", which is apt upon inspection of her. She's abnormally tall for a woman, mainly because of her long, supple legs that lead down to her small, petite feet. Her frame is slightly slender, with a complementing flat stomach, though her curves are well enough seen. Her breasts aren't dominantly large, but they're certainly in the high Cs, and her hips are average in terms of width. She's has arms that carry the same adjectives of her legs: supple, long, and dainty in addition. Her face is a teardrop shape with aqua-marine eyes, a small nose, and soft, slightly bronzed lips. She has hair long and sleek that reaches down to the bottom of her back with a color comparable to gold. Her skin is soft, smooth, full of youth and a sort of soft amber color to it.

She often wears very white dresses with plenty of lace and thigh high boots and stockings. Her cuffs are usually pinned together with sterling silver and ruby cuff-links and a small red neck cloth held together with a pendant of the same materials. She wears, at all times, white finger-less gloves with red trim. She has a penchant for skirts and dresses, but it isn't uncommon to see her in just a tank top and jeans, especially when she'd work back home.

Now, to the "stone" part of that phrase mentioned earlier. Even with her feminine curves and seemingly harmless appearance, Jocelyn has muscles on par with that of stone, in a comparative sense. Jocelyn has strength not normal for someone of her looks and she won't hesitate to use it either. She's a Veska, by damn, it's to be expected.

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PERSONALITY:
→ Jocelyn, first and foremost, has spunk. She has a determination and tenacity that she will put into whatever she needs to do, whether it be work or the pleasantries of life. Never does she want anything to stop her from what she's set to do as if anything COULD if it tried. With this determination comes a sense of self-reliance; she doesn't often take help for things she sees as "her business". She doesn't really live by gender roles, either; like it's been said, she relies mostly on herself.

She has a penchant for intellectual stimulation, mostly due to her heavy reading materials. She has quite a few textbooks on automail repair and composition alone and her alchemical reading material is twice as vast. She can often be seen with her legs crossed with a book in her hands with perhaps a glass of brandy or scotch; then again, you could find her doing one handed push-ups and reading as well. During study, she can often be found doing hands on work with her transmutation circles or spare bits of automail before shuffling it into her desk to get back to her work.

Even with all these factors, Jocelyn still manages to get out for recreation. When that uniform comes off, who knows what she'll do. Perhaps going to a jazz club or a bar or to the lake and feel the cool water on her feet; she has a certain sense of wonder for the world and likes experience, though it's always clouded from a painful experience. Experience, while a sense of wonder, is one of life's ultimate learning tools and she tends to find it quite enjoyable. Jocelyn tends to do this on her own as he social life is not particularly well developed by the way she just sort of goes where she wants and does what she's set her mind to, she's a hard one to follow, but if you can keep up she one hell of a person.

LOVE:
→ Working out, ice skating, reading, long night-time strolls, a peaceful place to work

HATE:
→ A particular sister of hers, strawberries, cigarette smoke, people disturbing her peace, the Twilight series ("She pussified my vampires...feh...")

DEEPEST SECRET:
→ Since she was a little girl, she always wanted to become a figure skater. Still does. Her ice skates are in her filing cabinet, locked up tight and hidden underneath mounds of paper. She takes care of those things better than she takes care of herself, but the question "Why?" will be answered at a later time.

IDOL:
→ Her father (for his lessons and caring demeanor), Shula Brighton (for her standing in the military and her actions), and Mrs. Winry Elric (for her fantastic work in the automechanical field)

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HISTORY:
→ The story of Jocelyn Veska can not begin without a small synopsis of her father, Gregor Veska. Gregor was a large, black haired, grey eyed man of then twenty and talented automail engineer that was born and raised in a small, frozen town of Anatevka: a place where diversity against his religion constantly set back his work as it was destroyed many times. Though it was his home, he had no choice when he was pushed out. Accompanied by the rest of his people, they were excommunicated from Anatevka and scattered to the wind. Most traveled to Creta, though only a few walked along the road with Gregor to the land of Amestris, which was said to be a place where one could make a simple living. Many stopped along the way to settle in the towns and cities of the North and the East. Gregor, by the time the group was to arrive in South, was the only one left. Alone, Gregor traveled for several weeks until a rumor of a Boomtown had reached his ear. A Boomtown of Automail was heard and in his small hometown he had heard of no such thing. He followed the words of strangers and travelers and found himself leaving a taxi the last of his money as he stepped out into Rush Valley: Gregor's own Eden.

But with not a penny to his name, he took to salvaging broken parts and tried his hardest to sell his then shoddy prosthetics. Gregor was like many emagrents: hungry, homeless, alone. Gregor, despite his hate of working under someone, finally found work at a small automail shop. He was adjusting his clothes as he walked into the shop and when he looked up from his tool-belt, he saw the most beautiful woman he'd ever remembered seeing. Blonde hair, creme like skin, slender build, and covered in overalls and a tank-top stained with oil. From then, Gregor had worked his name into Rush Valley's memory with his ingenuity in automail: always reliable, always new, and always made on time and with no problems. Not only had he worked his way into the public eye, but his kindness and devotion caught the eye of his boss, Eliza Frendel: a woman seemingly created from tenacity and After 3 years of work and charm, Gregor and Eliza were married and over the course of many years, were parents to five wonderful daughters. At the end of this line, Jocelyn Gregorevna Veska lies, and her story begins with her earliest memories.

Not matter how many years have passed, Jocelyn can not forget her earliest years with her father. She would sit on his lap, the colossus he was, and he'd bounce her up and down on his knee and she'd giggle and laugh. No matter what, Jocelyn would always laugh when he'd let Jocelyn sit on his lap. The man was always kind looking even with his large, graying beard and those silver eyes that would always sparkle when she was happy. As she grew, her father raised her like many good fathers would, but with a few...changes. Gregor had always treated his daughters like sons and taught them to be brave and self-reliant like their mother. He'd always be challenged by the little troupe when they were smaller and he much younger to wrestle and he'd laugh and roll as his daughters would jump from chairs and tables at him and pile over him until he'd surrender in a fit of laughter. He was the kindest, greatest man those children had ever known. He would always say, "We are Veskas, we stay together, but at any time we must be able to stand on our own. Girls, you'll be able to someday. Just like me. And your mother." Jocelyn remembered when he'd said that, she couldn't have been more than four at the time. She climbed into his lap and tugged his beard slightly. "But you'll be there, right Papa?" He smiled underneath his beard. "Of course, Jocelyn. Of course."

At age 7, Gregor began to teach Jocelyn, like the other girls, the trade of automail. From construction to blueprints, he made sure to give her a full prosthetics education as she went through primary school. She'd always help out her Papa when she'd get home, from wiring to measurements. Jocelyn, as long as she was with her father, was happy no matter if she was covered in oil or had a few cuts on her hands by the time she had to go to bed. Many days, Gregor would teach her new, more complex techniques to use with automail and new additions that could be made. When the winter came, she'd take her every day to the frozen over lake to teach her to skate and she always tried to skate whenever she could through the years.

During her middle school years, Gregor was intensely focused on teaching his youngest how to really defend herself, now that all her older sisters had moved out. He had his wife, Elena, instruct and spar with Jocelyn in boxing. After 2 or 3 years, she could hold her own against any guy her size or even bigger, as one phone call home from school proved as Jocelyn sat in the office, the large neanderthal-type boy, who thought he could take lil' Jocelyn's lunch away, was in the nurse's office trying to make his nose stop bleeding. She was sent home for three days and when Gregor had picked her up from school, his face was expressionless until the two made it outside. Then, his big, bearded face lit up in a wide smile and the sparkle in his pale, grey eyes was brighter than ever. He wasn't mad. He wasn't happy.

He was proud.

Jocelyn's schooling, when she made it into high school, was easy enough for her. Studying was like second nature because of all the time she'd clocked with father and automail textbooks. She'd never disappointed her parents with poor grades, a few Bs every once in a while, but never anything reaching a 79. Her social life was much more to be desired, though. She didn't really talk much to others, she was often off during lunch period reading than socializing. She was in the library all the time when she could get there, but it wasn't always JUST for books. There was this boy, y'see, tall, slender kid. He had dark, ebony hair and sun-baked skin. He had these brilliant amber eyes that would always be behind a pair of copper framed glasses. His name was Domonic, and he was...perhaps 51% of the reason she stayed in the library.

He volunteered at the library setting shelves and checking out books. Yet, for a boy who should've been working, he tried awful hard not to be caught staring at Jocelyn. He would just idly stare and one day, Jocelyn had caught him, connecting her eyes to his. Jocelyn's lips formed a small smile and she whispered from her seat. "If you're going to stare at me, Domonic, you could at least start a conversation as well" The boy was visibly sweating bullets and Jocelyn didn't understand why. He looked like his face would explode seeing how red it was. He pulled on his shirt collar and simply said, "Maybe we could...over coffee sometime?" From there, Jocelyn had many encounters with Domonic after school and slowly spent less and less time at home. Gregor would always sit waiting for her, his little girl that he wanted to work on their first piece of custom automail together. But she'd always come home when he was asleep on the couch and she'd take the blanket off the back of the couch and wrap it on his shoulders.

There was a very special night during her sophomore she had with Domonic. He'd saved up enough to get a dinner at the best restaurant in Rush Valley, he even hired a man to play Jocelyn's favorite Bach pieces on violin. They sat, smiling at each other, eating steak. Barely a word passed between them, but subtle movements spoke volumes. Jocelyn had never felt her heart pound harder than it did that night.

But not because of the date. Domonic had left to go to the bathroom before they left. Jocelyn, as she peered out the window which was slightly sweating from the cold air outside, saw an ambulance and police cruiser sweep down the street. The street to her home. Jocelyn, curious as she was, left immediately and started with a swift pace. Then she kicked her feet out the heels she was wearing and broke out into a sprint. She caught site of them again, speeding down her street and stopping on quite literally a dime in front of her family's tiny automail shop. Jocelyn pounded her feet to the ground, yelling for her parents. All she needed was a response. Just...anything to know they were okay. A clean cut police officer stood beside a stark contrast of her mother. At first, Jocelyn smiled weakly, her eyes welling with joyful tears. Then she caught sight of her Mama's face. Bruised, a cut across her forehead, grimy dirt washing away with cascades of tears and the sobbing sounds she made could be heard for yards. Jocelyn couldn't feel her body anymore when she factored all of it together. Her legs kept moving, but moved like jelly as she ran into her straight into her. She flung her arms around her Mama's shoulders, Jocelyn's face had turned from tearful optimism to stark concern. She said only one thing to her mother.

"Where's Papa?"

He came out only a few seconds after she asked. Jocelyn's mind went to every possibility. Beaten and bruised or legs broken or critical condition. No. No, he was Gregor, he was Papa, no way was he hurt. Then she heard the voice. It was no mistake, it was Papa, though he sounded so sad. So cut. So...official. "Comin' though. She turned her head from her mother towards the settling sound and her eyes went wide. It was a paramedic coming out with her father. He was stretched on a rolling stretcher, a white, blood stained sheet swallowing his large form. No....NonononoNONONONONONONO! Jocelyn screamed and punched the paramedic away and stumbled on top of her father's body. She flung the sheet off and took his shoulders firmly, shaking him to the point of banging his head against the stretcher. "Papa, get up! You've got customers tomorrow! We have to get the store ready! We don't have time to sleep, pleeeeeeease Papa!" She slumped down onto the ground below the stretcher, sobbing. Her body shook with rage and sadness. Her coat and skirt were stained from the stab wounds in his stomach and his chest. No less than 20. She was positive.

She slowly stood, the stones on the road starting to slice into her feet. She heard more people coming from the store. Two officers accompanied by an unbroken, unbeaten, untouched man in handcuffs. His hands were a matador's cape, coated in red. Jocelyn was the bull. A spark lit in her brain and it fired her legs into flinging herself at the man. She didn't care to know what his name was, what he looked like, or even his reasoning. He'd taken away Papa and for that, he wasn't leaving alive. She flung punch after punch after punch after punch into his fucking face, she'd crush his skull. She wouldn't be satisfied until his fucking brains were all over the fucking sidewalk! The paramedic grabbed her and stabbed a syringe into her neck and she slowly slipped into darkness. She dreamed of her father. It was the last time she'd see him.

After that, Jocelyn wasn't the same. She stopped all communication with everyone, even her mother. She had taken her father's place now, keeping the house afloat while her mother tried to recover from the mental breakdown she had after his passing. The funeral was short, Jocelyn had to attend to customers that day. She never smiled after that. She quit highschool in senior year to stay at home and deal with things. Papa had taught her responsibility and she would respect that. It's all she knew now. Happiness had left her. Two of her sisters, Alexa and Ammy, had stayed as well. But once they came, Jocelyn left. Papa had found his calling away from home. She'd try it. There was one option that was prime for the high school dropout she was: the military. She tried every other job she could, but...nothing lasted and nothing paid well. She went to the nearest recruitment office she could find.

From there, she went at Basic with all the tenacity Mama had taught her and all the strength Papa gave her. With it, she made it by the skin of her teeth. It was hell, but a short hell. She saw very little combat besides border skirmishes between Amestris and Drachma and had seen the immense power alchemists had displayed in combat. She'd bring that to the field. She wouldn't let anyone else die. Never again. She looked towards the one thing that was always on the battlefield: earth. She did months and months and months of intense study that lasted for days on end with no sleep. Once she displayed it in combat, the walls of protection she brought up for soldiers' covers, rocks she'd launch to kill any opposition. After those battles, she was transferred to South. She was recognized for strategic placement and strategy on the battlefield. She knew just where things needed to be. For that, she was promoted to Head of Defense to be ready to keep her home safe. Even then, she still didn't smile.

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TRIVIA:
→ Has an intense knowledge of her alchemical field and automail
→ Always practices her figure skating when she can, but always in private
→ Fully skilled in her own style of boxing
→ If you don't knock, she won't acknowledge you if you come into her office
→ Rarely will she look up from a book
→ Uses her right hand, punches harder with her left

→ Fluent in Amestrian (ruby), Drachman (yellow), and Aerugese (silver)

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ALIAS:
→ Kume

OTHER CHARACTERS:
→ Nevski Petrenko, Kit Estenial, Jean Markathis

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
→ Well, maybe THIS female will be cooperative with posting....

FACE CLAIM:

Code:

[b]Tekken[/b]/[i]Emilie[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
→ Terris Panic

OFFICIAL TITLE:
→ Terra Brawler

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[Iris]

Archive date is December 22

[Reila Tsukino]

10th is your archive date~

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SHIT YA! SHE'S DONE! Now, you can review, y'know, if ya want.

[Reila Tsukino]

REVISE

1. Birth Date: 1990*
2. Weight: NO WAY. I weigh like 118 and I'm 5'2", a whole foot SHORTER. Bones are heavy, man, fix that! And if she has muscles like stone, she'd be even heavier.

GOOD WORK. I can see the effort you put into this!! Wow, I'm impressed; look how much your writing has improved!!

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