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| Full Name |
Yisa Taimiev
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| Arcana |
XII - The Emperor (REVERSE)
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| Nature |
Persona-User
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| Gender |
Female
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| Date of Birth |
October 8, 1991
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| Age |
19
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| Faction |
Darkside
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| Occupation |
University Student / Crusader
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| Persona |
The White Queen
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| Weapon |
Flamberge
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| Eyes |
Green
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| Hair |
Brunette
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| Height |
5'6"
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| Actress |
Nazanin Boniadi
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| Social Stats
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- Expression: 4 - Sin of Wrath
- Knowledge: 3 - Well-educated
- Courage: 5 - SPARTAAAAA
- Understanding: 2 - Her Way Only
- Diligence: 5 - The World Will Be Healed
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| Equipment
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- Weapon: Flamberge short-sword
- Body: Parisian fashion
- Feet: Heeled boots
- Accessory: Wire-frame glasses
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| Trivia
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- Yisa is currently enrolled as a student at Sumaru University.
- Her current major is pre-law, with a specialization in political science.
- She's lived abroad for most of her life, spending time in France, Italy, and Japan. Her home, however, is in the Chechen Republic.
- Consequently, she is fluent in an array of languages: French, Chechen, Russian, and Japanese. She has a nominal understanding of English and Italian.
- But Yisa only ever swears in French.
- Along with most Chechens, she was raised under the Hanafi school of Sunni Islam.
- Yisa is presently the oldest of her siblings. Her elder brother is dead. She has two younger sisters and an infant brother.
- Despite her sizable family, Yisa is said to live alone, with most of her family located in Chechnya and France. She occupies an estate on the outskirts of Sumaru on a decent parcel of land.
- She owns a Persian cat. His name is Napoleon. He has a habit of jumping into boxes and not being able to get back out.
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| Quote
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"I'll stop when I'm dead."
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| Profile And Skills
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Even at her young age, Miss Taimiev has already demonstrated herself as a formidable player on the international political theatre. A daughter of one of Chechnya's remaining few noble families and de facto heiress to her family's wealth, Yisa comes from old money and an older pedigree, bred from a proud bloodline of princely dignitaries and soldiers. She is especially famous for having survived a political ransom during her war-torn country's insurgency, only to escape and subsequently parry her captors, seeing an entire Russian forces platoon convicted for evidence of war crimes. Any further progress into her short political career, for the moment, has been curtailed by her sudden move to continue post-secondary studies in Japan as a foreign resident. Some say the decision was made for her -- on the behest of her family -- purely to keep the hot-headed, inexhaustible young woman out of trouble.
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| Personality
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| I - IV
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- WOMAN OF ACTION
- In Yisa's eyes, the inability to act is just as evil as possessing malicious intent. She has seen her share of diplomacy, and has also seen how it inevitably falters and falls corrupt. She's lost her faith in its process. The only way to see results, fix wrongs, and protect innocence is to take the first step, throw the first punch, or draw the first sword. Good intentions cannot help others without direct action, and if the world needs that first sharp blade and willing hand to hold at the throat of the enemy, then she will become both.
- HONOURABLE
- Yisa is a proud young woman. She knows exactly what she came from and who she is, and her greatest strength and most precious treasure is her dignity, something she wears proudly and protects with every inch of her strength. She believes in the virtue of honesty and even subscribes to a specific decorum when dealing with all people -- from trusted allies to detested enemies. Even her most reprehensible opponents will be treated with the same respect offered to all human beings.
- HAIR TRIGGER TEMPER
- It does not take much to anger Yisa Taimiev. An rude interjection or ill-advised phrase, most days, may be more than enough to strike the flint of her anger. Sometimes even one wrong look has been said to set her off. Now and then, on her particularly more volatile days, sometimes "good morning" or "how are you" is enough to make Yisa's temper burn the heavens down. She's more than aware of this. She holds no delusions against the quickdraw nature of her anger, and how it is a perpetual impediment on her life.
- NUCLEAR FALLOUT
- The most passionate sorts of people are usually the most unstable, and Yisa is no exception. She's full of passion, which means she's also packed full of anger. Literally burning with it more often than not, she is the sin of wrath sculpted into human form, and even she's aware of its reach and impact, and thus has promised to herself to only ever wield it in the defence of others. Even then, if engaged past even her own sense of self-control, not even Yisa is sure she can handle her own temper. Friend or foe or even family, if incited, no one is completely spared from her balefire if she's crossed or even brushed the wrong way, and Yisa is not beneath savage, snarling lectures or even a sharp backhand to the face to make her piece known.
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| V - VIII
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- VOW OF PACIFISM
- Yisa has had a brush with her own fury. She's seen what it's capable of, and she knows what it can do. She knows all the emotions that are baying in her heart, and her own capacity for brutality and bloodshed frightens her. She is pretty sure that, by her very nature, she is not much more than a tamed animal that, given one taste of fresh meat, will remember all of its primal instincts. By that fear, she has sworn an oath to herself that, despite her path, she will never take a human life. She knows that oath may be the only thing that will ever hold her own principles in check and allow her to continue her fight. She believes, wholly and completely, that there is a darkness in her, a potential monster that, if allowed to murder just once, may never be controlled again...
- ALPHA FEMALE
- Hand in hand with that damnable temper is Yisa's iron will. She is a dominant and authoritarian personality, one unused and unwilling to accept orders. What makes it worse is that she believes infinitely in her principles and cannot concede or compromise them by an inch. Yisa also beholds herself something of a latent leader, and since the discovery of her Persona, is obsessed with the idea that she is destined for great things. In the way of a self-fulfilling prophecy, her persona has surprised and intrigued her deeply, forcing her to re-evaluate herself and wonder if she has the makings for a powerful and legendary leadership. In the meantime, she refuses to let herself down.
- GUTSY
- Reticence, caution, and prudence are not part of Yisa's vocabulary. While she has some capacity to be calculating, generally her heart overrides her head, and if angry enough, passionate enough, she'll blow all caution to the wind and act without thinking. Muggers, Soviet troops, demons, monsters -- Yisa will take them all on, frequently without a second thought. Even when she knows she's headed in over her head, she'll still plunge ahead if her principles are driving her. Threats to her safety are frequently ignored in favor of the need to act on her curiosity or her ideals.
- MOUTHY
- Hand-in-hand with her gutsy nature is a wry sense of humour and, to put it bluntly, a smart mouth. Yisa tends to meet adversity with sarcasm and quips indiscriminately at friend and foe alike. Lacking anyone else around, she'll even mouth off at herself.
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| IX - XII
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- DRIVEN
- Yisa isn't just bold, she's also about as tenacious as a pit bull. Once something has piqued her curiosity or pricked her ideals, she won't quit until she sees the whole thing ended and buried, and the ground it's laid in sown with salt. If it means arguing, prying, threatening, fighting, and generally leaving no stone unturned and making a complete nuisance of herself, too bad. If it means going without sleep for forty hours on a mild concussion, so be it.
- PRIVILEGED
- As much as Yisa would like to think herself the idealistic everyman, so many of her hard-burned "ideals" are the side-effects of privilege. When one has money, family, and comfort, it becomes so very simple to think in ideals and absolutes; when one has never wanted for a single meal, it is simple to think that good deeds and courage will cure all ails. Despite seeing her share of hurt in the world, Yisa has really yet to experience it first hand, and a lot of her crusading personality can easily be undermined by her own ignorance and naivete. She still has a lot to learn.
- ALL ARE EQUAL
- Thanks largely in part to her own privilege, Yisa rarely gives much consideration to class, gender, culture, or race. As far as she's concerned, people are people. After some time spent in Japan, it may become a matter of course for her to extend that consideration to non-humans as well -- if it speaks and acts intelligently and with reason, it's a person and should be treated as such, no matter whether it's a human being, an errant Shadow, or an artificial intelligence housed in a robot body. The fact that Yisa tends naturally to personify (and often talk to) animals and inanimate objects may have something to do with how naturally such a lack of prejudice comes to her; she honestly hardly thinks about it any more.
- TENACIOUS
- Yisa is tough, both physically and mentally. She has to be, to keep functioning in this world, to live up to the designs of her own principles. Knock her down, she'll just get back up; attack what she considers her territory and people, and she'll track you down and stop you again. And again. And again. There are times when she may get tired and bitter, but her dedication won't let her quit. She's come to see every little success as a victory, as much as a defense mechanism as anything else -- she has to believe she's actually accomplishing something even though a lot of her efforts may be mostly fruitless in the long run.
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| XIII - XVI
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- QUIRKY
- Partly as a result of going from a family of five to a solitary apartment, and partly just because of a natural tendency to think out loud, Yisa talks to herself when she's alone. She's also prone to talking to animals and inanimate objects. It's a quirk.
- COLOURS OUTSIDE THE LINES
- Yisa has an obligation to crusade and protect, but she's not above playing fast and loose with the letter of the law (even those in foreign countries) to preserve the spirit, especially in a world where the letter of the law is frequently used to create loopholes for wrongdoers. Despite not being an official, or even a citizen of Japan, she'll pursue her own investigations as she sees fit, and use the authority of her family name to help ease the way. If she thinks she can get away with it, and if she sees an opening, she'll take it, and worry about the petty details later.
- LATENT BLOODTHIRST
- There is a darkness in Yisa. It does not balk at the sight of blood and horror. It does not turn away in sympathy against the sound of pain. It possesses all of a wicked human being's capacity for dark imaginings. One would call it a purely unmitigated sense of atavistic aggression, and it feeds purely off her anger. She's always lived with this darkness, felt it gestate and grow as she turned older, and saw it unleashed only once in its terrible magnificence against the world. And it frightened her to death. Instead of embracing, or even tolerating this unwanted side of herself, one that seems to crave violence and thirst for the sight of blood, Yisa has rejected it totally, going as far as to swear a solemn oath as never to oblige or feed that darkness once in her life. Should she ever decide she just wants to give in...
- ALONE
- Above all, Yisa is well-aware that the path of a crusader is a solitary one. While it is within her duties to enlist allies and create an army, when it comes down to executing her principles, she is allowed only one life to sacrifice to the cause. She realizes that to be the person she wants to be, to truly want to elicit change in the world, she has to walk her own path separate from others. She must bear her own burdens and not have to rely on others to maintain her forward momentum. This oath also maintains that when it comes to people in her life, friends and family, or her principles, she must always choose the latter.
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| Persona and Resonance
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"THOU art thee.
I am ME.
You have been the White Queen.
So shall I be.
Can we hear when SHE is near?
When yesterday shall arrive, you will already know. Once you remember tomorrow, then we both must go."
Perhaps one of Lewis Carroll's more mysterious characters, she is the total embodiment of chaos and instability, regarded even by the eccentric characters of Wonderland as someone who is "truly mad." The opposing foil of the Red Queen, the White Queen remains in a constant chessboard battle with her foe, even if her own piece makes moves that are deemed strange and foolish, if not completely illogical. But there is a method underlying the White Queen's madness, something few ever realize; even the astute Alice could only partially unravel the Queen's mysterious manner, learning that time crawled backward for the woman, and for whom the effect would always precede the cause.
In subsequent retellings of Lewis Carroll's Alice series, the White Queen has evolved somewhat from her befuddling role into the archetype of a warrior queen, albeit one who remains somewhat unstable and unsure of herself. Whether mad or not, she always opposes the fury of the Red Queen, assuming the duty for a host of reasons: she knows the role she must play in the conquests of Kings, she knows that is how the chessboard is played, and she knows that the Red Queen must be opposed since she both understands and shares the woman's darkness.
The White Queen has developed into a construct who, while appearing destined to be the heroine, strangely may not possess the talent or capacity for the role. She's neither truly virtuous nor truly noble, with the saving grace of her principles the only thing keeping her from becoming a Red Queen, herself.
- SENSE: The sensation of standing in the eye of a storm. All around is a tempest of calamity and chaos, but here are the precious moments of safety and sanity. However, the eye is moving, and the madness must draw near...
- SMELL: The many enticing smells of some basking royal's indulgent breakfast, such as tarts and buttered pastries, and most exquisite of all... raspberry jam.
- SOUND: The slow, measured ticking of an ornate grandfather clock. The sound of clocks being wound and spun.
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| Notable Social Links
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- I - THE MAGICIAN
- II - THE HIGH PRIESTESS
- XV - THE DEVIL
- XVI - THE TOWER
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| Soundtrack
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- Jazz Suite Waltz No. 2 - Shostakovich
- Cinderella Suite No. 1 - Cinderella's Waltz - Prokovfiev
- Sabotage - Beastie Boys
- So, while you sit back and wonder why / I got this fucking thorn in my side / Oh my God, it's a mirage / I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage
- Stiff Upper Lip - AC/DC
- Like a dog in a howl, I bite everything / And I'm big and I know, and I'll ball your thing
- Helter Skelter - The Beatles
- Well do you, don't you want me to make you / I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you / Tell me, tell me, tell me your answer / You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer
- Can't Change Me - Chris Cornell
- But wait just one minute more / I can see that she's trying to free me / Suddenly I know
- The Times They Are A-Changin' - Bob Dylan
- As the present now / Will later be past / The order is / Rapidly fadin' / And the first one now / Will later be last
- Sunburn - Muse
- She burns like the sun, and I can't look away / She'll burn our horizons, make no mistakes
- No Light, No Light - Florence + the Machine
- But would you leave me / If I told you what I've done / And would you leave me / If I told you what I've become
- All These Things - The Killers
- And my affection, well it comes and goes / I need direction to perfection, no no no no / Help me out
- Long Road To Ruin - Foo Fighters
- Maybe the season / The colours change in the valley skies / Dear God I've sealed my fate / Running through hell, heaven can wait
- Goodbye Daughters of the Revolution - The Black Crowes
- Keep on runnin' through the gates of the city / To give up now would be such a pity / Don't you wanna see the ship go down with me?
- The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel
- "Fools", said I, "You do not know / Silence like a cancer grows / Hear my words that I might teach you / Take my arms that I might reach you"
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