Jacqueline 'Jax' Kurai (wip)

[jax]

Jacqueline ‘Jax’ Kurai

....the mask

Your Name: Call me ash ^^, I hate my first name
Where did you find us?: I was lurking on the RPG Directory, I think you leapt out and mugged me of my sanity xD
How long have you been roleplaying?:hopefully long enough ^^
Password: Bamf!

...basic character information

Birth Name: Jacqueline Spencer-Kurai (double barrel surname - isn’t feminism great xD)
Nickname: Jax, and only ever Jax if you have a will to live
Gender: Female, when she last checked
Age: Fifteen
Grade: Ten
Birth date: 11 December
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Studio Art
Major Explanation: Because that little bundle of fluff is a work of art. No, I’m not serious. But I have found a fairly tenuous connection between mammal and major. Red Panda’s despite their small fuzziness are very territorial creatures and like most territorial creatures they take great pleasure in marking their territories. Jax got into art in the most delinquent like way possible, through graffiti, and like all graffiti artist she started out by simply prettily tagging public property. In a sense claiming it as hers, by the time she was twelve her small attempts at graf art were scattered all around the city – her territory. And since graffiti artists and most neurotic artists are most active at night that kind of fits in with the red panda being sort of nocturnal. Since she didn’t show much interest in anything else her parents suggested that she use her talent constructively and so, now she is studying it and hopes to incorporate her style of urban art into student art. Yeah, its not great but I’m trying here -_-
Animal Identity: Red Panda

...personality

Likes:

• Really big headphones
  
• Cold weather
  
• Having the last word
  
• Spray paint, talented graffiti
  
• Sticking forks in toasters
  
• Bamboo furniture
  
• Raves
  
• Music with a heavy base line
  
• Joy riding
  
• Fire dancing
  
• Looking down at people from a great height
  

Dislikes:

• Being at sea level
  
• Heat, anything above 25 degree celsius is her own personal hell.
  
• Having to crane her neck to look people in the eye
  
• Tagging
  
• Unbreakable rules and boundaries
  
• Politics and religion
  
• Being tied down
  
• Age limits on certain substances
  
• Having her considerable ego bashed
  
• Having only one cigarette left
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Being robbed of her freedom or taken away to become some kind of nobel prize winning science expiriment
  
• Becoming some posh woman's new fur coat
  
• Small enclosed spaces
  
• Not growing, she puts all her energy into gaining a few inches
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Free spirited
  
• Talented smuggler of frowned upon contraband into school dormitories
  
• Give her a can of spray paint and she will give you a true work of art
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Suffers from severe short man syndrome
  
• Ruled by vices
  
• Hedonist through and through
  

Overall:

Jax is the epitome of a hedonist and an experience Junkie; her life revolves around the pursuit of pleasure and thrills as well as sating her undying curiosity. She is ruled by her vices, of which there are many, but basically if it’s illegal, frowned upon or has some kind of mind altering effect she’ll have a personal hilarious anecdote about it. She sets herself no limits or boundaries and makes a point of being oblivious to the rules and limits others set for her. Jax never quite seems to come down from her natural high even when hung-over she seems to take some kind of enjoyment out of the brutal pain. She may come across as almost enviably care free – seriously, very little seems to stress this kid out – Jax takes most things life throws at her in her stride without stumbling or falling.

The severely impulsive, or rather, idiotic side of her character allows Jax to be easily led into dangerous situations and she will go happily so long as there is the promise of some kind of thrill involved. In a sense Jax is an open minded individual, she will try most things at least once out of sheer curiosity and because she is simply an experience whore. She doesn’t believe in sticking to what you know you like just because it’s the safe option. Although to be honest, she has a tendency to never learn from her own mistakes so she has no true idea what it is she likes exactly.

Her studies inevitably fall sacrifice to her wild lifestyle, whims and random bouts of laziness. Basically if it doesn’t bring some kind of instantaneous pleasure or satisfaction (i.e: studying) then she couldn’t care less. This is partly why she is so drawn to the arts. In her mind there is no greater satisfaction than expressing herself on canvass or on the brick wall of a derelict building or subway. Art is one of the few things she will toil away on and show any signs of determination or ambition. Having said that he does tend to surprise people with unexpected spurts of sage advice, intuitive thinking and wit but these tend to be rather rare.

However, once you get to know Jax the laid back side of her personality starts to fray around the edges and you see a bitterly rebellious and vivacious side to her character, a side that is as fiery as her hair. Jax is your typical modern day Napoleon. It has nothing to do with the fact that her mind is set on world domination, though it is on her to do list, but rather because of a severe infliction of Short man syndrome. The word ‘cute’ is the bane of her existence and if you happen to make an idle remark about her height, be it a complement, insult or simple speculation – you are bound to lose a few fingers. That is not to say that Jax isn’t aware of the benefits of her innocent brown eyes, they’ve got her out of many tight spots and she definitely knows how to uses them to her advantage.

She will readily admit that she has a problem with respecting authority and her avid individuality and rebellious streak makes it hard for her to be led or controlled for that matter. Though Jax isn’t particularly vengeful she won’t let any insult, however small, slip by unchallenged. It’s true that she would rather walk away from a fight, or use humour to alleviate the conflict, but once backed into an emotional or physical corner – she will ninja you with her claws..

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Aya Kamiki (Kamiki Aya)
Appearance:

For as long as Jax can remember she has always felt like some part of her was missing. When she realised it was a vibrant red fur coat and a huge tail that weighs a ton; feeling incomplete no longer felt like such a bad thing.

It is highly unlikely that you will ever catch Jax without a pair of giant head phones on or at least hanging cocked and ready around her neck. And if not then the odds are there’s a pair of ear phones secreted in her shirt collar or somewhere on her person. She would sooner forget to leave the house without her head than without any music. You even less likely to catch her without the dried remnants of spray paint caking her hands or a smudge of oil paint across her cheek and her paint splattered clothes stand as a silent testament to her love of painting.

At first glance she doesn’t cut a very intimidating figure and by the seventh glance not much has changed. She stands at a whopping 4’9 but what she lacks in size and sheer bad-assery she makes up for with an excellent sense of balance and surprisingly fast reflexes. Even when she’s simply walking Jax seems almost as if she’s dancing to a beat no one can hear but herself. But at the same time she is a walking contradiction, half the time she moves with the suppressed energy of a toddler on a strict diet of cocaine frosted cornflakes and the other half she seems almost lethargic a – she doesn’t seem to have much of a middle speed.

Something about her lazy grin that almost always reaches her laughing earthy brown eyes tends to put people at ease, she likes to think that she gives off a good vibe but really it’s more down to the fact that it’s hard to find such a short arse threatening, even if she was swinging around a chainsaw and screaming a bible passage at the top of her lungs. Jax has a very bad habit of laughing either at inappropriate moments, in the middle of a sentence, completely out of the blue or a few beats later than everyone else. This kid can find something amusing in even the worst situations. On the other hand if a conversation is boring her you will definitely know about.

Once you get over the shock of her size the most noticeable aspect of Jax’s appearance is her flame red hai, which is about as natural as Ashley Simpson’s new nose. It’s the kind of bright red that is very hard to ignore, the shade changes every time she dyes it but for darker or for lighter it usually resembles the fur of her animal shift. She has experimented with its style fearlessly over the years, from Mohawks to dreadlocks but lately she has settled on a more sedate style When it behaves it falls in jagged layers to her shoulders and in her ice blue eyes… you don’t really want to know what it looks like when it doesn’t behave.

Fate as always had a sense of humour when dealing with Jax but luckily she has a sense of humour herself. She was just getting used to being called half-pint when she discovered her shift. Her small fluffy shift. She sees it as a slap in the face that her shift shares its name and a distant ancestor with large bear. And to add insult to injury that large bear happens to be called a giant bloody panda. It makes her feel like the inadequate ginger cousin of a track-star-honor-roll-favourite-of-the-family. As a red panda she is slightly larger than a house cat with a thick red coat complete with chic black and white markings. Its cuteness should be enough to convince the hardiest atheist that there is a god but this innocent looking little bundle of fluffy loveliness is really a bastard of the animal world with wicked claws that may very well do more than leave an angry red mark on your unsuspecting face. God knows, they may actually draw blood. Shock horror. But sarcasm aside, you do not want to get on the wrong side of those sharp claws and evil teeth. Patronise her at your own risk [/size]

...history

Parents:
Siblings:
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...connecting human to animal

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Red Panda’s are thought to be mostly nocturnal but in truth they are most active during Dusk and Dawn. Similarly, Jax finds the best time for her art ‘muse’ is during the hour or so of Dusk and also Dawn. Other than those three hours or so she can be painfully lazy and unmotivated. Red Pandas are not actually bears but they share a distant relative with the giant panda, as such they are relatively...tiny but when threatened they can be little bundles of aggression. Jax, has short man syndrome for a reason – she is rather tiny herself and though, like the red panda, she would rather mediate or walk away from conflict if you back her into an emotional corner (or in the literal sense) she will fight for all that she is worth. Jax doesn’t mind having an audience but in her mind there is no better company than her own and she is happy to be completely by herself for days on end so long as she has some kind of paint in reach – Red Pandas are mostly solitary animals. Do not, under any circumstances, touch her stuff without her permission or you will feel her wrath –Red Pandas are territorial creatures.

...literacy

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Jax loved flying. It was her personal drug of choice. She would happily brave the hours of virtually sitting in a foetal position with a toddler kicking the back of her seat, the plastic taste of airline food and the sound of strangers snoring, just to be up in the air. She would fight tooth and claw to ensure that she had a window seat and she was not above downright bribery to get it. And you can be assured that for the length of the flight her eyes would be glued to that window, even if it was pitch black outside. She simply loved staring down at the world; she could just imagine the tops of millions of people’s heads down below her.

After all, it didn’t matter if you were as short as a leprechaun when you were thousands of feet in the air. There were no ‘you have to be this tall to ride’ signs in airports. All you needed was a passport and then you could be the tallest person in the world. Of course, there was also the constant terror clawing at her throat for the entire flight. Red Pandas liked heights but soaring above the clouds was just damn unnatural and her instincts wouldn’t let her forget about it. But then, the fear was just another thrilling part of the whole experience and like everything else, Jax took it in her stride. And yet, Jax wasn’t completely thrilled as she sat in that uncomfortable seat and gazed out of the tiny window. There wasn’t a brilliant holiday waiting for her at the end of this voyage, oh no, there was a school for freaky furry students.

School was entirely overrated in Jax’s opinion, she valued raw talent and street smarts over anything an over educated adult or bland book could teach her. She didn’t see why her ‘furry little problem’ had forced her to leave her home and fairly tolerable school behind her. Or indeed, why she was being sent to a completely different country. No, not a country. A bloody island. She was trying hard to stay positive, and usually it was something she was fairly good at, but there was something rather off putting about going to a school with students who could potentially shift into creatures that would more than happily eat her. Still, it was better than being shoved in a padded cell with a pretty straight jacket to match.

But she didn’t want to think about that just yet, she still had a few blissful hours before the plane landed. A few blissful hours before the jet lag would set in, before she would have to collect her luggage and meet the school official holding a sign, probably upside down, with her name scrawled on it. A few blissful hours before she found herself playing the new kid in a school that took the saying ‘dog eat dog’ to a whole new level.

Part of her, the part which needed to be critically examined by a doctor, couldn’t quite wait for those hours to end and for her new life to begin.[/size]
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