[SHINKANSEN] donner, jasmine

ABILITIES

SUBMISSIVE PERSONA Jasmine has easily spun a false persona for herself. The leader of the Shinkansen is perhaps the only one who knows that she is not the bumbling, apologetic fool she appears to be, and instead a cold, calculating killer. Jasmine has gotten so adept with this that others often cannot tell that her stammers are all false and deliberate; it helps, of course, coming from her background.

COMBAT SKILL In which Jasmine knows how to manipulate a body; she can twist someone much larger than her and flip them upon their back. She knows where to hit, how to hit, to disable parts of the body, and she is stronger than she looks. Her body is taut muscle, well-kept, and she can throw down with the best of them if the need comes. However, she prefers to get the jump on someone, pistol whip them, flip them, and bind them before they become much of an issue. With these skills, she can put up a fight if this fails.

ANATOMICAL KNOWLEDGE She knows where to cut, how to cut, to keep you alive for a very long time.

HISTORY

She was born in the middle of a bad time for her family. Her Momma'd off'n died in the middle of birthing her twin sister, and her Daddy got half into the bottle once he'd heard, let alone that the doctors had salvaged the younger twin, Jasmine, from Momma's dyin' womb. 

Born dead, her Daddy said, and he was cruel about it, too, cruel to the two of them. They didn't do anything wrong, Jasmine or Lily, nothin' wrong, but Lily was a nervous wreck and Jasmine was born dead. 


Born dead.

Jasmine was shy as a lil' girl because Daddy was a drunk and his girlfriends weren't much better, he was hurting sure but they hurt her too, and there's a scar that tears down her back from a shattered bottle. She can't remember who scarred her. 

Says it's a good thing. 

Around thirteen years old Jasmine was slowly seduced and drawn in by an older girl; the kid didn't know any better, and Lily was starting to wither away and die. Lost in it, in her fear, Jasmine sank into the clutches of the girl, let her did whatever she wanted, because she didn't say Jasmine was born dead, born from the flesh of a dead woman, like her Daddy did when he lost his temper. 

Yeah. 

Sure, she threw rocks at dogs and cats, sometimes, and sometimes she chased younger kids and beat them real bad, but she did it because she needed to feel strong. Because the girl was messin' her up in the head, and god help Jasmine, Lily died when they were sixteen, and Jasmine clutched her twin's cold arms until Daddy had to pull her away. 

Sixteen. 

She was sixteen when the girl she'd been dating beat her until her eyes were swollen shut and her ribs snapped beneath the blows. She was sixteen when her Daddy screamed at her and threatened to leave her worthless hide in the hospital. Sixteen and Jasmine could only think of the farm the family owned, how she would be stuck there forever, because Daddy was gettin' strange, and sometimes his girls looked at her funny. Jasmine knew that look.

Once she was out of the hospital, Jasmine got into her studying even more. But she was bullied, and pushed, and pushed. And pushed.

When she snapped, it was quiet, a simple shove of a figure forward, and her Daddy's latest girlfriend spilled beer into their pigpen, and twenty hungry pigs swarmed the woman's body. Twenty pigs tore her apart and Jasmine felt scared, at the time.

She looks back on it and feels satisfied.

"You done good, girl."

Jasmine whispered to the mirror, her hand shaking. Covered in blood. She'd taken out his teeth because teeth didn't get digested. Shaved his head because he wasn't bald and hair wasn't digested either.

She fed her Daddy to the pigs the next time he hit her, after using pliers to pull his teeth out, after shaving his head. When the police came she told them he'd up and run, and taken some whore with him. They'd laughed at her and Jasmine had gotten away nice'n safe.

That was where the killings started. Each one gave her satisfaction as she peeled skin away, made people suffer; she made them scream before she cut their teeth-and-tongues out and threw them to her pigs. More and more and more of them, and after a while, Jasmine couldn't even say she was killing the bad people, because she didn't know anymore. The demons still haunted her nights, the girl and her father and the women who hurt her, the men who hurt her, all of them...

Her final break came when they invaded her house. Three men with masks. Jasmine came out of that one with some cuts and scratches, and additional mental trauma. They were cut to bits, slow, taken apart limb from limb and fed to her pigs, and the one who'd raped her was last, had to watch his friends go. He begged, after a while. Begged for it to stop. Begged for mercy. She cut out his tongue and told him he had to run for his freedom.

Didn't know she had a gun, though. A gut shot happens to take a while to kill the victim, especially if the wound is delivered to someone who is running--made to run, rather. He didn't make it far at all.

Hikaru...

Well.

Eventually someone had to catch on. Jasmine was shoved in the back of a car and there she met Hikaru, the offer was put forward rather easily; she'd be protected if she agreed to serve in the Shinkansen. Jasmine was cunning, smart, she was tricky and a killer, but she was one thing, loyal: she drew a scalpel and slit her own palm, let her blood drip to the floor.

"Ah'm sane enough, y'know. I know ah ain't got a chance otherwise. Anyone touches y'eh, and Ah'll feed 'em to my pigs."

Pigs and woman alike were flown to Shibuya, where Jasmine has lived for the past two years. She's proved her loyalty time and again, proven that she may be twisted, broken, torn up inside, she may be a murderer, but she'll do whatever she has to--and she'll do anythin' for Hikaru.

Anything.

Hell, Jasmine's even stabilized quite a bit--though that doesn't mean she's not a stone-cold killer. Just means she's not as shattered as she once was, though she'll never be whole again.


ANYTHING ELSE?

Chained Hearts

Jasmine is prone to horrific nightmares. She's had them since she was a little girl. 

Jasmine has undiagnosed obsessive compulsive disorder. Unfortunately this has manifested in her teeth-pulling. The woman pulls out teeth in a certain order, and if the victim is missing teeth, they are subjected to a vicious beating. 

She also has undiagnosed schizoid personality disorder, which makes it hard to identify with people. The only people she finds any ease at all (and even then it's hard) identifying with are Shinkansen.