--Statistics--
| Speed | *** |
| Strength | ***** |
| Technique | **** |
| Vitality | ***** |
| Endurance | *** |
Name Pronounced: Jessie
Age: 1 (looks to be 15)
Birthday: June 4
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 121 lb
Nationality: Japanese\American
What?: Fire Sprite
Pocket Monster Representative: Cool Zangoose
Instrument: Drums\Electric-violin
Weapon: Two, long daggers
Favorite Color: Strawberry red
Likes: Volcanoes; traveling the world; her nesan; music
Hates: Water; "Dug Boy" (don't ask; we don't know)
Dreads Above All: Finding she was searching for nothing
Most Valuable: A pendant her nesan gave her
Friends: Musashi, Kojirou, Yukina
General Outlook: "Why? Why am I alone? Where's nesan?"
Dreams: To be just like her nesan
Phobia: Zombies
Favorite Food: Strawberries
Nitpicky Nitpicks:
—Causal Outfit: blue tube shirt; black miniskirt; long gloves; high heels; navy blue hat
—Battle Outfit: formfitting black and blue bodysuit
Appearance: Big blue eyes; long, shiny red hair going back in a long curve or pinned up; hides her sorrow with a happy, peppy look
Important Distinction: The following is the history of the Jessie from “No Named” where she first appeared. In “Unresting” and “Walking Into Ruin,” her half-sister doesn’t know of her existence but Jessie knows of her and wants to find her.
Had Not the Things that Happened Happened: Jessie would be the cold, manipulative head of a rebel group, trying to overthrow her own sister for position of Boss of the Rocket Gang.
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History: No matter how bad things were under Madame Boss, FIRE-924 always had her big sister with her. They did everything together. Well, that is, until Madame Boss sent her away on a mission. She disappeared suddenly one day and no one would give Jessie the details. But through sneaking around and doing things she wasn’t supposed to, she found out that her sister and another sprite had been sent out to swipe the Legendary Dragon Sword for Madame Boss.
She would have gone out after her if she could, but not even her closest friend would tell her where they were. So she waited, until one day, there was a loud uproar brought about and all the sprites were about to be killed off by Madame Boss’ new servants, hideous bio-weapons. Moreover, the Dragon Sword was in her hands, because she had made a deal with a certain group that had obtained it and tricked them for it.
But there was a rather cute fire
sprite guy in that group and he saved them all. Jessie noted that WATER-874
and ICE-347 were with him…so where was nesan?
“So are you REALLY the God of Fire?”
He gave me a friendly smile. “Yes. I am. And I can show you what I can do when we get out of here.” he looked around the room. “Hmm…No exits, but…” He momentarily let go of my hand and put both hands together. A large, black fireball grew and was released on one of the walls. In a large explosion, the wall was obliterated.
“Well, I'm Jessie,” I bit my lip, a little sad, “I suppose you wouldn't know where my sister is, would you? She was sent out on a mission a few months ago and I haven't heard from her since...”
“You mean your sister, Musashi?” He seemed to be hiding something, “I'm not sure. We'll try looking for her when we get out of here. Okay Jessie?”
“okay...” Sensing something I darted forward into the hole Daemon had just created. There was an experiment inside. Eager to show off how good a fighter I was I drew one of my two swords and stabbed it between the eyes. “Good! I was waiting for some ACTION!” I jumped over the dead creature, “C'mon! Finding that control room and blowing this place will be fun!!” I knew that was how my sister would tackle things, so being like her made me feel a bit better.
“Definitely a fire sprite…” he laughed and ran after me.
“So...” I started in a hushed tone, “Any clue where we're supposed to be going...I guess we should be checking all these locked rooms...”
Daemon looked down the hall. “Why? The way out is right over there.” he pointed.
“No. That's not the way out. There is no way out until we cut the power in the barriers and locked doors and everything.”
“Ah. I see. You want me to blast open the locked doors to find the power room?”
“I don't know, isn't there a quieter way to do this. All the guards in the area will hear and come.”
Daemon thought about it, looking into the dark. “Well, then we'll have to fight them.” he smiled. “You did a pretty good job with the one a few minutes ago. Let's see what you can do with some big guards.” He had a challenging look in his eyes.
While always liking a good challenge, I was not fond of this idea at all, “It doesn't feel right...”
Suddenly, we heard a moan. A virus carrier stepped out of the darkness, looking at us with one good eye. The other one was hanging out of the socket, attached to the optic nerve. Its skin hung off of rotting bones and shards of 'clothing'. It started limping towards us, head tilted, arms outstretched, another longing moan escaping its foaming mouth. Daemon took a fireball and struck it through the head. It fell to a heap on the floor and Daemon stared at it, smelling death and festering. Next thing we knew, five more came around the corner.
I stood there, as if frozen with terror. Then after a quick moment of indecision, I did the only reasonably thing there was for me to do: swipe off their heads. My sharp swords cut through the rotting flesh easily. Then, paranoid, I whirled around, looking for anything else, "This is not good. This is SO NOT good!" It was easy to panic in such a situation. I mean, the virus, lose on the whole facility. "We hafta hurry..."
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