Jae 0 Posted Wednesday at 05:00 AM #1 Share Posted Wednesday at 05:00 AM (edited) NAME Rika "Jaelynn" Okamiya AGE 17>>19 GENDER Female HEIGHT 5'4 (162.5cm) WEIGHT 52kg BIRTHDAY 20/5 ORIGIN Nagano, Japan Jae "Survival isn’t pretty, and neither am I when it counts." -- Rika "Jaelynn" Okamiya Her skin, pale as winter’s first frost, held an almost luminous quality, as if the moonlight had kissed her and refused to let go. The faintest constellation of scars mapped her body, each one a quiet whisper of battles survived and victories claimed. A single scar bisected her cheek—a pale thread of silver, etched like a poet’s verse into her story. It neither diminished her beauty nor softened the fire in her gaze. Instead, it crowned her features with a fierce elegance, the mark of someone who had walked through the flames and emerged stronger. Her hair, a cascade of silver-white, tumbled like a waterfall of starlight, a striking contrast to her heritage but no less a part of her. It framed her face in wild, untamed strands, defying convention yet complementing the sharp angles of her jaw and the proud set of her cheekbones—a reflection of both her Japanese lineage and her American individuality. But it was her eyes that truly held the world captive. Green as the heart of the forest, flecked with gold like sunlight piercing through leaves, they were sharp and unyielding, almost feline in their intensity. They didn’t just look at you; they seemed to pierce through you, peeling back layers until nothing was hidden. These were eyes that had seen both the beauty and the brutality of the world and had learned to embrace both. Her movements were poetry in motion, a blend of elegance and power. She walked like a whisper on the wind, her steps almost soundless, yet each carried the weight of someone who refused to be bound by circumstance. Even in stillness, she seemed poised to leap—like a predator on the cusp of action, or a storm waiting for the right moment to break. Every fiber of her being radiated defiance, not the loud, chaotic kind, but a quiet, unrelenting resolve. She was the tempest and the calm, a paradox of beauty and danger, bound not by fate but by her unyielding determination to carve her own path through the world. HISTORY: In a world that had never known stillness, Jaelynn "Jae" Okamiya was a flicker in the dark, a shadow slipping through countless towns, the girl with no permanent home, always the outsider. Her parents, bounty hunters and state troopers, moved through life like storms—new cases, new assignments, new faces—and the word "home" was more of a concept than a reality. The horizon stretched endlessly before her, a road that never ended, its black asphalt winding like veins through towns that existed only to vanish. Stability, like a ghost, never lingered long enough to be touched. Her life, a blur of movement and fleeting memories, shaped her in ways her family never intended. Jae became sharp and self-sufficient, like a blade honed by the grindstone of solitude. Bonds—those fragile, fleeting threads of connection—were luxuries she never learned to value. Instead, she found solace in the hum of pixels and light. In digital worlds, there were no shifting addresses, no forced goodbyes, no expectations; only the certainty of the now and the clarity of the next move. In these virtual realms, Jae became the architect of her own story. The flicker of the screen was her only constant companion, the quiet hum of digital landscapes her symphony. Every character, whether ally or enemy, was a puzzle, a step toward mastery. Unlike the shifting rules of the real world, games offered clarity. Objectives were tangible, and the chaos of life faded into the rhythm of her fingers on the keys. Each victory was a rebellion against the impermanence of her upbringing, a quiet defiance against a world that never let her belong. Her parents, despite their restless nature, gave her a rare gift—freedom. Before the release of the NerveGear, they allowed Jae to live alone, a decision born of practicality rather than sentiment. To her, it was a revelation. For the first time, she tasted a version of stability. The roads outside her apartment weren’t endless; they had a beginning, a middle, and a destination that stayed still. Gone were the days of packing bags and uprooting at a moment’s notice. The walls of her apartment became a sanctuary, a haven where she could finally breathe, unburdened by the transient life her parents had imposed. Jae reveled in the stillness. No longer was she a passenger on someone else’s journey. She embraced the simplicity of having a space to call her own, where the world outside could no longer dictate her movements. It wasn’t home in the traditional sense, but it was hers, and for the first time in her life, she found joy in the act of being. When the NerveGear was released, it felt like destiny—a chance to reshape the world on her terms. The news of its potential stirred something deep within her, not excitement or fear but a quiet resolve. The virtual world was not an escape; it was a realm of possibilities. In the digital space, she could carve out an existence unshackled by the constraints of the real one. Jae entered the virtual world not as a wanderer but as a creator. The moment Sword Art Online’s deadly truth was revealed, she felt no panic—only the cold certainty of someone who had long since learned to survive. As others scrambled to form alliances or ascend the ranks of notoriety, Jae remained methodical, her instincts honed from years of navigating the uncertain. She poured herself into preparation, her focus on survival and strategy. The longsword she carried was not just a weapon but a testament to her resilience. It was a symbol of the life she had forged for herself, both in the real world and now in this one. In this new world where death was as real as life, Jae became a wolf among the unsuspecting. Every rustle of grass, every snap of a twig beneath a careless foot, was a language she spoke fluently—a language of caution, of danger, of survival. She thrived in the spaces others overlooked, building, creating, and preparing with the same quiet intensity that had always defined her. Here, in this crucible of pixels and peril, Jae Okamiya found not just refuge but purpose. The virtual world became her canvas, and she painted her story with the strokes of a survivor, each battle a testament to the strength she had always carried within. Where others saw a trap, she saw an opportunity. Where others faltered, she endured. VIRTUES&FLAWS: Self-Reliant | Focused | Strategic | Disciplined Self-Reliant: Jae thrives in solitude, relying on her own skills and instincts to navigate life’s challenges. She sees dependence as a weakness, forging her path without waiting for rescue. This independence is her armor. Focused: When Jae sets her sights on a goal, the rest of the world fades into irrelevance. Her determination is unshakable, driving her to overcome even insurmountable odds. Distraction is a luxury she cannot afford. Strategic: Every move Jae makes is calculated, a chess piece placed with precision. She reads situations like a map, identifying the most efficient path forward. Impulse rarely guides her; strategy always does. Disciplined: Years of self-imposed structure have made Jae a master of control, both in action and thought. She approaches life with a quiet rigor, where chaos is met with calm precision. Discipline is her foundation, keeping her steady when the world tilts. ~~~~ Cynical | Pragmatic | Detached | Blind to Empathy Cynical: Jae sees the world through a lens of skepticism, expecting betrayal or failure at every turn. Optimism feels naïve, a luxury for those who’ve never fought to survive. Her trust is earned with difficulty and lost in an instant. Pragmatic: Her practicality often borders on coldness, valuing results over sentiment. She doesn’t shy away from tough decisions, even if they leave scars. To her, survival outweighs idealism every time. Detached: Jae keeps people at arm’s length, finding solace in distance rather than connection. Emotions are complications she’s learned to suppress or ignore. Her detachment creates a void that others rarely bridge. Blind to Empathy: While Jae excels in reading situations, she struggles to grasp the emotions of others. Empathy feels alien, a puzzle she doesn’t see the value in solving. Her focus on logic often leaves her blind to the pain she unintentionally inflicts. SKILLS: [1/5 Skill Points] Straight Swords (Rank 1) - 4 SP INVENTORY: Rare Longsword - [Accuracy/Paralyze] (3) Starter Healing Potions (Heals 50 HP) 2,500 Col and (10) Materials ROLEPLAY LOG: Foundations of Fate - [Active|Quest] Whispers in the Wood - [Active|Solo] Weight of The Hammer - [Active|Solo|Quest] Project_20241009040520.png.url Edited 2 hours ago by Jae ADDING RP LOG Link to post Share on other sites
Scarlet Firefly 0 Posted Wednesday at 05:24 AM #2 Share Posted Wednesday at 05:24 AM Approved, enjoy the wonderful sights of Aincrad! Link to post Share on other sites
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