Jordan Veracity

Name: Jordan Veracity

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Cougar Faunis

Height: 5’3

Weight: 180

Hair: Straw yellow, with a burnt umber streak that flows down her back from each of the tufted ears.

Eyes: Yellow, and feline.

Appearance
Jordan is at first glance, wild and raw. Claws for nails, tufted ears, and a piercing yellow gaze make her intimidating, her grim determination echoing in her face and every action she makes. Every muscle toned, every body part sculpted, she looks like she’s been fighting her whole life, with calloused hands and bare feet that desperately need a pedi. She’s got almond colored skin, not by race, but from long hours under the sun, and isn’t the most attractive woman you’ve ever met, though there is an undeniable physical presence she brings to any room she’s in. If you were ever to catch her shirtless, you would notice a dark brown, almost henna-shaded tattoo over most of her shoulder and left arm, the dust infused ink glowing when she is under stress, or in combat.

The clothing she wears is that of a monk. A large necklace of orange sized clay beads rests around her neck, the necklace easily weighing thirty pounds or more, her simple yellow ki and robe emblazoned with the red ceremonial glyphs and inscriptions of protection. Heavy stone bracers cover her forearms, while a simple red sash keeps her clothing tied tightly to her. Her knuckles and shins are wrapped in boxers tape, and she wears wooden sandals, if she wears shoes at all. The clothing is simple and sturdy, despite the ornate embroidery in the fabrics.

 

Personality
On the front, Jordan gives off a blunt, and uncaring facade. She seems to spare no time for fools or imbeciles, and is used to things getting done at a certain time, a certain way, in a certain place. She follows schedule, she does her chores, and she expects everyone to do the same. She’s from a very wrote background. A history as a monk training in martial arts leads one to live one’s life in a particular way, and more than that, to expect others to do the same. She becomes uncharacteristically angry when people don’t do what’s expected of them. She’s normally very neutral, kind and peaceful at the right times. You’d need to get past the rigorous social boundaries she uses to get to know her really and truly, however.

Jordan deals with a lot of pain and anguish, but has spent years training to deal with it. She has an iron will, an unbreakable spirit that lets her deal with many situations without emotion, where others would break down crying. She’s dealt with death, pain, exhaustion and anguish enough that her indomitable willpower no longer lets her feel much sympathy. She simply does not understand why people feel grief, pain, or fear, because she’s trained not to. “Your dog died? Crying won’t fix it. You broke your arm? Rub some dirt on it. You’re afraid of the Grim? Make them fear you.” And it is to be stressed that a lack of sympathy does not mean a lack of compassion. She’ll still hold a friend who’s grieving, or try to comfort someone in pain. She recognises these emotions, just doesn’t feel them herself.

That said, her personality isn’t cruel, and her teachings prevent her from being unkind. Her mantra is to help those in need, protect those lesser than herself, and to practice loyalty above all else, staying true to one’s self and to one’s friends.

Weapons and Abilities
Perhaps her personality fits into her abilities, which stem mostly from willpower and the indomitable spirit that she seems to carry with her. Her Semblance is that of momentum. Her aura is incredibly potent, though it’s through the grueling mental and physical training she goes through each day, rather than her own natural talent. Other monks of her monastery share this ability of being incredibly resilient, it’s nothing special. What is special is how her vast pool of aura contributes to her semblance of momentum, giving her staggering strength when she needs it. By increasing the momentum or inertia of her body and weapon, she creates strikes that will smash through brick walls without slowing, make her own defense seemingly impervious, and centers her mass with the stability to stop a moving truck. She has had 16 years to master various forms of martial arts, from krav maga to kung fu, to tae kwon do and everything in between. Her own martial art is restricted, controlled, and measured, with every strike placed at the right spot at the right time for maximum efficiency. She is not flashy, she does not waste energy, she is sturdy, and she does not waver. Her weapon reflects this.

Mantra Celerity: The name she picked, this weapon gives her flexibility in combat. A double ended shaolin spade, the twin shovel shaped blades on the end of this staff are forged with Siderite, a form of earthen dust infused metal credited for its hardness and strength, and its ability to take an edge well. The sturdy ironwood oak trees of her monastery's meditation grove contributed to the haft of this weapon, which has interlocking portions, allowing her to shift the staff into two single handed weapons, with axe-like blades. On top of Mantra’s more traditional abilities, her gauntlets have dust reservoirs, as well as concealed rope darts that she uses for grappling and mobility purposes. Flexible like the reed, yet sturdy like a pillar, her combat style is about the balance between force and movement, redirecting and blocking attacks used against her, though not without weaknesses. She is entirely without ranged attacks of anything beyond the 30 feet length of her rope darts. Anything flying, anything too far away or too fast for her to keep up with, will eventually wear her down and beat her. The argument could be made of throwing heavy objects with her momentum semblance, but the point stands… she’s meant to be a close range powerhouse.

Backstory
To be honest, Jordan’s backstory isn’t very unique or special. In a world where grimm exist, and people’s attitudes towards the Faunus aren’t exactly friendly, orphaned Faunus aren’t uncommon. When a pack of beowolves tore apart the Veracity family farm, only poor Jordan was left among the wreckage of her home, her parents hiding her in the cellar while they tried and failed to fight off the monsters. Stumbling out, crying and hungry, the toddler was taken to the Mistral monastery. The monks there were kind, they were wise, and ultimately, they took in the child to be raised as one of their own. In an environment where her gender, her race, even her species were unjudged, she grew to be open minded, a curious and strong willed individual. Her mentors trained her in the ways of combat, in the dangers of the forests and mountains, and in the strength and power of her own body. Mistral’s monastery is not the only one in Remnant, but it is the largest, and by far the most successful small dwelling to exist outside the kingdoms, and there she grew strong. Her day was divided into chores, and training. Everyone was expected to work together. Everybody did their parts, and everyone worked, lived, and trained together. The life of a monk is not a private one, and it’s not one where you can expect to slack off. Much of her childhood was dictated by the high monk Laetificat. Laetificat acted as a father figure when her own father died, and he feels much the same way about his ‘daughter’ Jordan. The monks focused on the enhancement of one’s own self. The only true superiority was not superiority over another, but over one’s previous self in their teachings, and thus she’s not too competitive. At the age of 15, she went through the Write of Will, a ceromony where her body was tattooed with Dust of the earth element, strengthening her body and her mind. Her childhood and upbringing were as effective as any of the advanced combat schools Mistral had to offer, but her life was not destined to end as an elder in the monastery. Her natural curiosity led her to the decision to leave her home, and her family, in search of the greater world around her.

Her initial travels, though filled with wonder and awe, were also very taxing when it came to modern society. Coming to a world of advanced technology and modern ideals and ideas, she was unprepared to deal with the future shock, and sudden knowledge that Faunus weren’t as accepted as she was led to believe at the monastery. Donning a hood for most of her journey, her travels have led to a quest for acceptance, and a space where she could prove that she was better than her stereotype. Her resolution? Apply to Signal accademy. Passing the entry test with flying colors, her uncommon upbringing and lack of transcript give her a unique background at the school, but she is surrounded by new people, ideas, and information, and it was always her quest to learn about all she can. Excited to bring herself beyond her upbringing, she’s eagerly awaiting assignment to a team, and that’s where the story stops… for now.