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Jay Furor

Post by Jay Furor on Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:18 pm

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CASE FILE: Amestrian Militant
 
The two things in life that are definite are death and taxes. I skip taxes, and cheat death. Therefore, I must be indefinite.

"I'm ready to meet my maker. Whether he is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me, is a much better question."- Winston Churchill

Live for the moment, for the here and now; look to the past, and you won't see the future when it hits you in the face. Look to the future, and you might just forget your past.

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       FULL NAME:
       → Jay Caroline Furor

       AGE:
       → 16 17 18 19

      SEX:
       → Female

       BIRTH PLACE:
       → Kanama

       RACE:
       → Amestrian

      DEPARTMENT:
       → Central Command/Head of the Kanama Militia

       DATE OF BIRTH:
       → 12/31/1993

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       HEIGHT:
       → 5'7"

       WEIGHT:
       → 83 lbs, without automail
       → 238 lbs, with automail

       PICTURE:
       →
Spoiler:

      DESCRIPTION:
       → When Jay walks into a room, her presence is known, at the very moment she walked in. She commands attention with every step, wearing a confident and cool stride, as well as a rather cocky grin. She holds her head up high, and makes sure to stand up straight, practically demanding that people notice her. She has lightly tanned skin, maintaining a rather smooth complexion, and is very conscious of her appearance; no blemishes, only perfection is allowed! This isn’t to say she’s perfect, only that she tries to be. Which isn’t that easy, given some marks that you just can’t repair; her automail limbs, for example. Where the smooth, futuristic-looking, metal touches her skin, one can see dark scars surrounding the bases of her limbs, ruggedly marking where her legs and right arm were torn off in such violent manners. If you look closely, you’ll see smaller, often less noticeable, scars marking her left arm and her body. In fact, even her nose slightly bends to the right a bit much, obviously having been broken multiple times before. But even a broken nose like that, sitting above a boldly charming grin, and under a pair of gunmetal-grey pools of loveable insanity, can still come off as a pleasant face to look at. Not like you can touch her face, though, weirdoes. Said face is, however, framed quite nicely with dirty blonde hair- which is to describe the color’s shade and hue, not her hygiene- kept in a ponytail, which usually hangs down to her waistline. When her hair is down, it reaches to about mid-thigh length, though she really only lets it down in order to sleep comfortably; sleeping with her hair up, are you MAD!?

Below her head, she has… A NECK! Obviously. But below THAT, she has a body! And on that body, she tends to wear clothing. Not much clothing, though. Most of the time, she wears a black tube top and a black miniskirt, occasionally with a garish pimp-purple trench coat and feathered Stetson hat, also garishly purple. She may also wear sunglasses, which are always shaped like stars, because she is a star, unless they are John Lennon style. At times, she may wear jewelry, but usually no more than a necklace and some ear-rings, nothing too extravagant- usually. When she does wear jewelry, however, it is almost always emerald green, so as to match her automail. Said automail is comprised of three limbs; both her legs and her right arm. They are, as mentioned, smooth, metallic, and rather futuristic looking, crafted by a master mechanic, from the highest quality “Xerxian Jade,” most famous for having been invented, in all actuality, in Xing, when a shipment was lost in transit in the Xerxian ruins, and hidden by desert raiders, where she found a cache of it. She actually quite enjoys telling stories of how she got her automail, as well as many others, and many would describe the voice she tells them with as being somewhere in the high mezzo-soprano to low soprano range, coming out as light and easy to listen to, quite cheerful in fact, most of the time. When she isn’t in a cheerful mood, though… One must remember that the bee who makes the sweetest honey, may also have the sharpest sting…



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       PERSONALITY:
       → Jay has many facets of her personality, and indeed, she has a rather complexly layered personality. Like an onion, or a cake, or an ogre. Most commonly, however, as she appears to most people, she is generally cheerful, never seeming to fall into any slumps, never ceases grinning at the world, almost daring the very forces of nature to try and stop her from enjoying her day. “If it rains let it rain, yeah, the wetter the better, they can’t stop us now, we’re stronger now more than ever” No better way of saying it; rain on her parade, she’ll dance in it, snow on her sunny day, she’ll make snow cream. You can’t ruin her day. That said, though, you can make her mad. Which, surprisingly, isn’t that difficult.

Once you’ve done something to make her well and truly mad, you may notice that she’ll do one of two things; if she’s just mad at you, she’ll probably just give you a good beatdown, and laugh about it later, acting friendly and normal again. But if you cross the line too far, if you try to tap dance on the thin ice… Well, it just won’t be your day. A normally cheerful grin bares jagged fangs; her radiant grey eyes seem to be thunder clouds, just ready to strike you down with every ounce of force necessary. And she will, with little to no regard for anything but payback. If you bring her to this level, she won’t even consider mercy; no remorse, no regret, no return. Many who have successfully brought on the wrath of Furor, a name which even means a wrathful rage, have met their ends at her hands, cast to the reaper for whatever transgressions they may have done.

And then sometimes she’s just purely sadistic. She’s trying, honestly, she’s trying really hard to keep her sadism at bay, but a habit hard honed, is a habit hard gone. At times, she relapses, and when she does, she has to find a target to vent her internal urges on; usually a criminal of some sort, some person the world would be better off without. Most of the time, the crime doesn’t fit the punishment, but it does tend to sate her bloodlust, and that’s really the only thing that matters, right? Right! But she isn’t always in a mood for bloodlust.

No, she also has a much sweeter side. Jay is a romantic, through and through, and though she often doesn’t admit it, she gets lonely, and desperately desires love in her life, in order to live. For a while, this need was satisfied when she took on the business of running a brothel; she could have all the sex she wanted, y’know? It wasn’t enough; she realized that it wasn’t really sex she wanted. It was a warm embrace, the mushy-gushy lovey-dovey stuff that vastly differentiates having sex and making love. It was there when she met Lexi, but she hadn’t noticed it, had been younger and not as wise in the ways of the world. With Lili, she made the revolutionary realization, and now, with Alaina, she is trying to build a romantic relationship, a real and long-lasting one, for the first time.

And of course, there’s the final, and rather obvious, trait of Jay’s personality. She is a bouncing ball of pure energy, constantly on the move, constantly in action, doing whatever random and silly thing strikes her fancy. If she wants to start a food fight in McRonalds, there will be a food fight in McRonalds. You can’t tell her not to do something, because then she’ll do it, just to test you or prove you wrong. She seems to just lack common sense like that, or at the very least, she just really doesn’t care what you think she should or shouldn’t do. She does what she does because she can do what she can do, and that’s just the way she does what she does. Like a boss.


       LOVE:
       → Meat, combat, cooking, women, cake, deep-fried pigeon, the color pink, her car, her tank, her sword, her automail, herself, Lexi, Lili, Alaina, sex, drugs, alcohol, black-and-white films, fast food, Spade, Shula, Spotlight, weapons, working out, boxing, Janis-Ilona, looking amazing, bars, strip clubs, night clubs, gambling, five-finger-fillet, Esparian cigars, Csilla, Xan, Reaver, fine wine, free beer, champagne, tequila, scotch, whiskey, gin, rum, vodka, bourbon, cigarettes, money, Kanama, Amestris, Hans, awesomeness, Rule of Cool, the color black, the smell of bacon frying, birds chirping, large and open buildings, a sense of camaraderie, love, romantic comedies, thrillers, hunting, her family, her mentor, her old squad, weddings, murder, rock music, Judas Priest, Metallica, Aerosmith, Eric Clapton, the Rolling Stones, Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Queen, and Dead Kennedys, oldschool rap, Wu-Tang Clan, Run DMC, the Beastie Boys, D12, Elliot, Coolio, Nate Doog, Snoop Dogg, and Warren G.

       HATE:
       → Celery, boredom, perverted men who can’t take a hint, accidentally burning water, the color orange, her middle name, helicopters, documentaries, when fast food isn’t fast, being unarmed, skipping breakfast, having to wear stuffier clothing, bad hair days, making her stupid cellphone stop being stupid, losing a bet, losing at Five-Finger-Fillet, losing in general, MOST Cretans, brandy, things that suck, an overabundance of perfume or cologne, modern rap music, Drake, Nicki Minaj, Soulja Boy, Mac Miller, the deaths of the innocent, bear crap, horrible music, Rebecca Black, Justin Bieber, One Direction, the people who killed her family, funerals, murder, cheesy horror D-movies, enemies of her friends, and being alone.

       DEEPEST SECRET:
       → To the higher ups in the military; she secretly runs much of the criminal underground in Amestris, maintaining most of its organized crime scene under her control.
       → To everyone, for the most part; she is, under her hardened exterior and cocky attitude, absolutely terrified that one day, everything she's ever done will come back for her, and harm those she cares about.


      IDOL:
       → Ilona Szilagyi: her mentor and friend.
       → Spade Aeries: coolest boss ever.
       → Jason Furor I: her father, and the man who taught her how to survive any circumstances, no matter how tough.

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       HISTORY:
       → In the year of ’93, in the dog-eat-dog slums of Amestris, there was still a radiant glimmer of light, shining through the cracks in the broken and faded world of the proud nation’s ugliest face; one Jason Furor paced impatiently outside a hospital room, scratching his mustache now and again as he worried over what was going on. He’d known it, he’d expected it, but he still didn’t like to hear his wife screaming in pain like that. But soon the screaming stopped and things went much quieter for a moment, as a chill crept up his spine, expecting the worst; he knew he should’ve taken her to a better hospital, he just knew i- but as his mind raced, he almost didn’t hear the cries of a newborn baby, and a moment later, a second cry. Twins? He had TWINS!?

Inside the hospital room, Selena Furor didn’t even notice when her husband nearly battered the door down to get in, as she cradled her son and daughter in her arms, smiling warmly at them. When she had first found out she was pregnant, she didn’t know what to think; motherhood was a full-time job, it meant quitting her job, as a rather high-ranking officer, and settling down, and she hadn’t known, then, if she would ever be ready for that. But as she looked into the barely opened eyes of her two crying bundles of joy… as corny and cliché as it may be, she knew that is was the best thing to do. She’d been a Major for long enough; time to be a mother instead.

And thus, Jason Furor II and Jay Furor were brought into this wild green yonder. They were, admittedly, born into a family that wasn’t particularly well-off, especially now that their mother had retired as the Iron Armed Alchemist, to raise her kids. Their father was a subsistence hunter, and kept food on the table, supplemented by bread from the market and produce from the garden. It was a happy life. Jay and Jason grew up playing together and were practically inseparable, though each seemed to take up different hobbies as they grew; by five, Jason spent his days leafing through his mother’s research papers, studying her alchemy and that of others, even attempting it on his own from time to time. Jay, however, took a different direction, and at that same time, she could already wield both a small rifle and a low caliber pistol with a hunter’s precision, accompanying her dad on his hunts. Such was life, and life was good, even in the craptown of Kanama.

But all was not well. As it happened, unbeknownst to the tiny twins, their parents couldn’t pay their bills one month, after a local bank robbery emptied their safe deposit box, and they’d taken out a loan, against their better judgment, with a man called Jisatsu, and his gang. As time went by, however, they never managed to get the money to pay them back, promising monthly that it’d come soon. Soon wasn’t soon enough for the impatient Aerugese man.

It happened in the dead of night; the third of July, 2001, it was. The house was surrounded by men with guns, and there was only enough time for their father to urge his children to take cover, handing them each a pistol, trusting that they’d know when and how to defend themselves. They ran and hid. The men stormed in from all angles; a fierce battle engaged, as a mama bear and a papa wolf were provoked. Shots from a Winchestor Model 94 Trails End Takedown echoed through the halls as the senior Jason mowed down thugs as they entered, Selena shattering skulls like thin ice with alchemically-fueled strikes from her iron arms, for which she was titled. But it was a battle they simply couldn’t win; sometimes sheer numbers can overwhelm the strongest defense, and Jason I was blown down in a bulletstorm that gave him no chance to retaliate, as Selena fell to the leader’s own blade.

Jay and her brother hid, at opposite ends of the house; whatever happened to Jason, that’s between him and God, and is a story none know the end of. So we shan’t spoil the details of such an event. Jay, however, had taken refuge in a cabinet in the kitchen, frightened out of her mind. She heard gunshots all around her, and voices shouting, and her parents screaming, and a scary white-haired man moved through the kitchen with graceful speed and poise, far too elegant for a mere common criminal. His sword was covered in blood. She waited for him to leave, but then three other men came in and started flinging cabinets open, checking them. She didn’t know what she should do, whether to stay or go; adrenaline took over. Adrenaline told her to go. So she went. She flung open the door, catching all three men by surprise, bolting out of the cabinet, cracking off three shots; she hit one man in the left shoulder, smashed a vase across the hall, and caught one unlucky soul in the right lung; she didn’t stay to look at what she’d done, she didn’t stop running until she could slide behind the overturned couch in the now bloodied living room. What she saw was absolutely terrifying; her own father soaked in blood. He still had enough life in him to turn to her, and as he coughed up a bit of blood, he spoke coldly the words no father should ever have to say to his child; “Kill them all, Jay. And run, and never stop running.” As she nodded, taking his dying wish to heart, she took up his rifle and wiped the tears and sweat from her eyes; it was the first time she’d ever had to steel herself against adversity, and it would by no means be the last.

Her father now dead, dead and gone, she peered over the couch as the men entered the room. Crack. Tore straight through his side, sliding between a pair of ribs, she planted a piece of lead deep within his heart; he tripped as he ran and entered the room, hocking up blood as he died moments later. The third man fired off shots at her with an SMG, Jay ducking in fright as the steady thudududududuh of the gun sheared through silence like a knife. She raised the rifle once more, as he had to reload, and cracked off another shot, missing him entirely, and instead hitting the door hinge behind him, the bullet ricocheting off the brass and breaking a window.

The second bullet pierced his right eye, firing off deadly shards of fragmented lead into his brain. A third crashed through his abdomen, embedding into his stomach; a fourth slammed into his left shoulder, and a fifth, his right thigh. She didn’t stop until the gun had been emptied, reloading it, before running out of the front door. Oddly, as she would only notice later, the front door seemed to have been hacked down with an axe, from the inside out. Peculiar… But not of any concern to her at the time.

She raced down the street to her uncle’s house, and he called the police, though they didn’t arrive until it was obviously too late. Both of her parents were confirmed dead, and her brother’s right foot was found, severed from the left of the heel to between his smallest toe and the one adjacent to it, by some form of chopping tool. Perhaps the axe that cut the door down. At any rate, she was eight years old, and had to have somewhere to stay; she was left in the care of her uncle, the same one she’d gone to that fateful night, vengeance on her mind.

For two years, she planned and trained, until she felt she was absolutely and entirely ready to take on the very first step on the long and treacherous road to revenge. It wasn’t a pretty one, and was definitely not a road many ten year olds took, but when in need, she did what she had to do. She was, by ten, fully capable of carrying out her first assassination attempt, targeting a member of that street gang, once she knew had been at her house then. They’d messed the Furor family; she’d show them the fury for which her family was named.

Seven guards and associates, as well as her prize catch; all gunned down with clumsy skill, but gunned down nonetheless. And just to make her mark, she chose then to sever the man’s head, and grimaced down disgust as she painted the name Furor on the wall, in his blood. A lovely message for Jisatsu. And so life went on, a series of killings. Eventually, she branched off from her vengeant mission, taking other mercenary work on the side; something had to keep the bills paid, and she’d moved back into her old house, so that her uncle wouldn’t have to take care of her anymore; free as a bird, she could do as she wished, as she had to do.

Over time, she’d made a name for herself in the underworld, making the unofficially recognized top fifty; the elite of assassins. At the same time, the military had caught on to what she was doing, but instead of arresting her, she happened to be found out at just the perfect time; due to tensions going on at the Amestrian-Cretan border, a team was being recruited, a team of eight specialists at their specific talent. They were led by Colonel Johnson Mustang, the famed Ricochet Revolver Alchemist, and the members varied widely; Tiny, a massive man, was one of the best frontline infantrymen in the military, at the time. Slink was a government-raised chimera, an attempt to create the perfect super-soldier. Isabella was a mechanic, renowned for speed and ability. Jack was perhaps the finest pilot in Amestris, quite skilled with helicopters and planes, but likewise gifted with cars and tanks. Jesse was their martial arts expert, quite adept at close combat, as well as infiltrating enemy territory unseen. Crusher, son of a fireworks maker, was their explosives guy, and he was quite good at what he did. And finally, Jay was recruited as the team’s sniper, lying about her age in order to get in, after being presented with the offer (in actuality, she was fourteen at the time.)

Over time, as she got to know her squadmates, the fighting got ever more brutal in tactics and in the way they fought. It was frightening, but exciting at the same time. Alas, all good things must end; Jesse was killed by a gas grenade, Crusher was shot while setting charges, detonating them as he went down, and the worst of all was yet to come. Jay and Jack were in a helicopter, doing recon, when they were hit by an AA gun, completely passed them by; hit, the copter crashed into the ground, Jack shoving Jay out just before it crumpled like a paper ball on the stone-hard ground; she was quite badly damaged, but she’d live, at least. The same couldn’t be said for Jack…

And not long after, Jay was sent to a fort set up near the Cretan-Amestrian border, where it was believed that Creta was building up weapons of mass destruction, apparently formulating some sort of prototype for a weapon that would eventually be able to shear through tanks with ease. She was to find it and destroy it, alongside the fort itself. But she didn’t make it far, before she tripped a landmine by mistake; it severed both of her legs, mangling them beyond repair, as well as tearing her right arm halfway off, the arm ripping off entirely when she hit the ground again. It was then that she blacked out, remembering nothing but waking up in Slink’s arms, being rushed to a medic, as Johnson, Tiny, and Isabella fought off the onslaught of attacks from Creta’s forces. After she received treatment and was given automail by renowned prodigy, Darkamaru Invidia V, later to become the heir to the throne of Gelemorté, The Eight was disbanded, and she was discharged with a purple heart and a few other medals for valiance in the line of duty and suchforth. Not too long after, Isabella committed suicide, for various familial reasons, as the Colonel returned to active service, at the age of 76. Tiny and Slink retired to do whatever, and Jay took up mercenary work again.


She found this life to be much the same as her old one. It was dull, painful and full of hardship. She came several times to the brink of giving up and in the end, decided to stay on as a poor, unwanted assassin. But that life wasn't good enough. She knew that she would want much better. So, in the end, she also decided that she would strive to gain fame as a killer. Knowing that that would be a very hard goal to accomplish, she set out on a goal to work her way up through the ranks of mercenaries by taking down authorative figures and turning in the corpse, minus the head, to the biggest buyer. This would give her everything she needed. Money, fame, and a good reputation as an above average bounty hunter. But first she would need to find a way to become the best. She would need training and more skills. She knew what to do. She would try to become the most versatile assassin she can.

Jay came to Central, mostly for better jobs and oppurtunities. As she was here, she met Elliot for the first time. Then, she saw her again in Dublith where they became friends. They went shopping together and ate out at a buffet and enjoyed their new-found friendship. She went to a location where a gang was killed by Endavi and his brother, Jacques. She swiped a corpse and several heads. Later, she met someone who reminded her of her worst enemy and attacked him, ultimately being crippled by a combination of his electrical alchemy and a panic attack. She was brought to the hospital but soon left, swearing vengeance. Then she was involved in a hit on a drug dealer, resulting in her swearing vengeance on the other mercenary, leaving a calling card as well as the ear of the bounty.

After those events, Jay went on a quest to go get Xerxian Jadestone for Darkamaru to make automail with. He then upgraded her automail, along with making a katana for her. She also bought a minigun. She went to the train station and went on a vacation. There, she met Spencer, Reila, and a few other people. Along a path of her travels, she met Ilona. After a while, Ilona took Jay in as her protege. Soon after, she went to New Optain to visit Darkamaru. There, she met Lexi. They became friends pretty easily and from there, over the events of the day, fell in love. Jay then met Kana while he was killing a person. She watched and then Cecilia showed up. Jacques came as well. In the end, Jay was sent running from the cops when they came to help Cecilia. She then went to South City and found the Philosopher's Stone. Then she talked with Ilona and ended up attacking an approaching army.

After those events, Jay went to the distant land of Frostdeath for a long vacation. Upon her return, she had made plans to rejoin the military after a few weeks of hacking military files from Frostdeath so that Amestris no longer listed her as a wanted killer. Unfortunately, that also required her to erase her previous military record, much to her annoyance. She met Dr. Ever Goodnight at a routine health physical upon rejoining, and later met several others. She also became a fan of Spade and his Womanizermobile at a random party in East City. Several other important events happened, including her meeting with Lust, and then her drunken role at the Central Festival. Lately, after said festival, she broke an arm and was hospitalized with Spade. She escaped the dreaded hospital (again xD) and jumped onto the Womanizermobile, where she is currently to be found. Also, she had been training her combat skills daily, honing her aim and swordsmanship to deadly levels, granting her a few promotions.

To begin, after being promoted, Jay pretty much swagged around Central, and in a bar one day, met Kaoru Natsume, and Shula Brighton. Pretty much, she got drunk, chatted with Kaoru, and Shula went to investigate after Jay shot a window out. Jay called her hot, and then things just happened after that somehow. Then, sh continued swagging around, and one day met Envy, under a different alias, of course. She saved his stuff from a thief, and when everyone left, even got to kill him, making her day, of course. Then she went to the library and met the homunculus, Ever, AKA Lust. They chatted for a while, but didn't really do much else of interest. The, After all this, Jay did many things, starting with a visit to the Teapot. There, she saw Xan again, and met Reaver for the first time. After that, she met Josef Draper and offered to spar with him, and later found out that he'd died, and mourned as one normally would for a friend. Next, she she did a lot of unimportant things (Stuff I can't recall atm, basically~), and participated in the war with Creta. There, she didn't do much, but did her part and managed to take down a Cretarian artillery, possibly weakening their power a bit. Then she went to Kanama, found her house trashed, and met Murazar again, AKA Jackwad by her nicknaming. After this, she most recently dueled fellow militant, Alex Corde, and quit, in search of booze and drugs, and tricked him into paying her bar tab.

Ah, so where did we leave off on the magical life of Miss Furor? Well, for starters, Alex became her new best friend. He gave her a car for her birthday, after breaking her fear of vehicles. Erm, actually, it was her car already. But he customized it, so either way! She also adopted her friend’s child, and is now the mother of Janis-Ilona Furor. After many adventures with Alex, including a prior event where they officially became pimps and took ownership of an ex-pimp’s hotel, Jay was on the streets of Amestris once more, randomly doing whatever, as she had always done before. She met some people, but none of the encounters were too memorable, and don’t come to mind right away. Next, Jay participated in a mission, wherein she acted on a whim and gathered minutemen in Kanama, for a great storming of Moscow. She gave a speech or two and boarded a chopper, which flew her into Moscow, with fifty minutemen by her side, at her beck and call. This proved successful, and the militia was later developed as a branch of Central’s forces, located at her own headquarters in Kanama. Meanwhile, she recaptured an Amestrian Nighthawk, belonging to Alex, which some Drachmans captured. She did so in midair, and after regaining control of the aircraft, entered a dogfight, took out several planes and an AA cannon, and was gunned down. She parachuted the rest of the way to the ground, and captured a Drachman tank, which she drove to Briggs, feeling her work was done there. Soon after, or before, Jay embarked on a quest with a Mr. Nikolaus Stuka, on a mission of divine conspiracy, wherein they located the bear chimera that crapped on Peterson’s desk, rest his poor soul. Of the most recent events, Jay can currently be located in Esparia, on vacation.

Well. Since our last installment, Jay has done a LOT of STUFF. A LOT. For starters, her and Ayden raided a place together and had an assassin’s contest, to see who could kill the most. She then met up with a chap named Dante, whom she sold weapons to. She then met Spotlight, they became quick friends, they dueled, then they killed a pimp, did some drugs, took over his brothel/inn, and Jay got a car for her birthday. Colonel Johnson died, and they went to the funeral, where Spotlight dueled Darkamaru, for Jay’s amusement or something. A LOT OF STUFF HAPPENED IN THE FIVE MONTHS CONTAINED IN THAT THREAD. NAMELY, FIVE MONTHS OF STUFF. So yes. She also met up with ENDAVI once again! Her bestest friend, and ex-homonculus, who she talked to for a while! Alas, he didn’t remember her at first, which is always laaaaaaame. She went to Shula’s fire of change thingy, and enjoyed booze and other stuff there. At a party, she met Bronze and Bai Zhi, a cellist, and erm… did stuff. Stuffy stuff. I’m covering two years of history updates, dun’t judge meh! Anyways, she then met one Mr. Hochman, Heinrich being his first name. Charming fellow, though he clearly believed women belonged in the kitchen, rather than much farther up in the ranks than he.

She then participated in World War III, and was charged with providing a convoy for the Chancellor. Along the way, she accidentally landed Shokolat, a Gelemortian ambassador, into a coma, before failing to save Hans, due to a jeep running her over. She then BRUTALLY MASSACRED the drivers and the small wave of people who came to ensure that the corpses were really dead or something. With a broken arm and shattered ribs, she was rescued by Csilla Angelis, showing her that not all Cretans are bad. After her bones healed up, she went home, much later, and discovered that Aurel, infamous leader of RIOTE, was d-e-a-d. Or had died, anyways, but then came back to life, though whether SHE knows that or not isn’t clear, because reasons.

Later on, after all that rubbish, she engaged one Nikolaus Stuka in a sparring match, with bokken. Such fun! She met one Kumero, a nice little lesbian lady, at her inn, the lass apparently thinking it was just that. Ha! She seemed to enjoy the hot tub, though. She later met the semi-infamous Wind Thief, Varod, whom she allowed to ride in her tank. Always fun times. And then, some days later, Kit Estenial showed up at her inn, looking for a job- did people REALLY think it was THAT kind of inn!?- and well… Ended up GETTING said job, haha! Now the two are good friends and such, and another one down in her homoncu-scrapbook, so woot-woot! Speaking of which, she met one Iris Tsukino at a grocery store, which ended in Iris thinking of her as a creepy STALKER PERSON, AMG. She toats wasn’t, just recklessly irresponsible and overly flirty. Come Christmas, and Jay woke to find that her tank had been Cullenized- NEXT CHRISTMAS WOULD BE PERFECT! SHE WOULD DO SO MANY GOOD DEEDS. SO MANY.

Jay’s next adventure took place at the coronation of Queen Rachel of Creta. IT TOOK A LOT OF EFFORT. A LOT OF EFFORT. BUT SHE DIDN’T MASSACRE ALL OF THE CRETANS. She was on her best behavior in fact, and quite enjoyed dat crisp champ that waiters were just HANDING OUT FOR FREE. Complimentary booze can endear even Creta, as a nation, to Jay, at least for a day. If Rachel herself wasn’t enough of a riot, tripping on RIOTE’s leader like that. She then attended the Central Festival, got drunk on the roller coaster, and rode it more than she operated it. As was to be expected of course. Thankfully, nobody died, and she got a fine seat, pausing at the top of the coaster, for a good view of the rocket’s takeoff and return. Was quite nice, indeed.

But the nicest thing of all? Well, after her and Lili didn’t work out for whatever reasons or somesuch, she went to welcome a new recruit to Central, and well… Things escalated, and she and Alaina wound up starting a foodfight at McRonald’s on their first date, where they also shared a first kiss of potentially many to come (d’aaaw!) After that, they were rather adorkable together, and have been since then. And to date, that is probably the most recent interesting thing Jay’s done lately. So until next time, adieu~





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     TRIVIA:
     → Was one of the youngest Amestrian militants in history, albeit she lied about her age, and was hired in secret.
       → Has a knack for meeting homonculi.
       → Was the one who found the South City Philosopher's Stone; sold it for 5,000 cenz; repaid Daigoro Ito, whom she sold it to, a cumulative grand sum of 23,546,000 cenz, before his rather untimely demise.
       → Despite a number of claims, she is NOT the ancient Tiberian, nor ancient Xerxian, nor ancient Lokhyn, Goddess of Sexy Awesomeness and Weed.
       → She did not punch out Cthulhu; she did, however, once punch out Superman. At a cosplay convention. Stupid nerds...
       → Her ability to hold her liquor varies based on the principles of the Rule of Funny.
       → Carries spare sunglasses for Spade at all times, as well as spare booze, if he needs it.
       → Is licensed and certified to own an attack jackalope. Never bother to find out what a jackalope was, and doesn't care.
       → Once made the claim that she could do more LSD in a day than John Lennon could in a year; she was promptly pimp-slapped by a large hand from the sky.
       → Was once impossibly punted by Chuck Norris with such strength that her very molecules vibrated, allowing her to pass through a thick brick and steel wall, unharmed, to gain access to Xan's prison cell, long ago; this is the bullcrapped explanation, explaining how she just happened to be there, and there was probably some other reason. Probably.
       → CAN cook well, but usually only cooks food that the FDA has deemed toxic and inedible; AKA, quadruple-deep-fried-beaver.
       → Never went to school; was homeschooled until she was eight, and after her parents died, she never received any other education, besides street-smarts and basic military training.
       → Can fight blindfolded, and in fact, fights a bit better without visual distractions.
       → She's left-handed. No, really, not even an Inigo Montoya reference.
     
→ Jay speaks Rouenian (Gelemortian), Amestrian, Ishvallan, Aerugese, Cretan, and Esparian

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       ALIAS:
       → Darky PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Nobody's called me Darky in AGES. Please, the name's Jay now. >w>

       OTHER CHARACTERS:
       → Darky(V1), and I had Kean on V2, but deleted him...
       → ALL OF THE CHARACTERS. >xD I PLAY THEM ALL!!! Especially those erm... Well, all my other ones! D<

      CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
       → Crackmonkeys amuse me... Also, I am hyper and impatient with my posting. xD

xD Level Two was only ALMOST worth completely redoing the history. lol I may edit it EVENTUALLY though, but for now, let it remain innacurate. xD

Level 4 baby! xD Jay is (un)officially the highest level character of MDA! (Level 4 Civi, Level 4 Mili) Multiclassing FTW! owo

Updates in scarlet. o3o This was so long overdue... xD Like, two-three years overdue...
   
     CUSTOM RANK:
       → Lieutenant Colonel General Pwnage MDA's Mascot
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Post by Guest on Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:36 am

Rolling Rank~

Alright, you rolled a 10, making you a...

Sergeant Major!

I see that you've made your Custom Rank as "Lieutenant Colonel"

That should be written as "Bacunmastar". Just a note. XD


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Re: Jay Furor

Post by Jay Furor on Sat May 21, 2011 10:02 pm

Done~bump~ xD

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Daidara is a big, fat, unsexy, b00b! Fan Club

Darky In A Mini! xD
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Post by Guest on Sun May 22, 2011 8:16 am

REVISE

Jay, I know you don't like it, but you were told that you needed to redo your history. Please do so.

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Post by Aurelius Schwartz on Sun May 22, 2011 7:01 pm

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Good enough <3

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Post by Reila Tsukino on Thu Aug 18, 2011 2:31 am

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<3 Bug Dai to do your rank~

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Post by Jay Furor on Wed Nov 30, 2011 12:51 pm

Updated~ ^^

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Daidara is a big, fat, unsexy, b00b! Fan Club

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Post by Dai on Sun Dec 04, 2011 5:59 pm

A P P R O V E D

Veeery nice. =w=
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Post by Jay Furor on Sun Jun 02, 2013 10:22 pm

REVAMPED~

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Jay speaks Rouenian (Gelemortian), Amestrian, Ishvallan, Aerugese, Cretan, and Esparian

Daidara is a big, fat, unsexy, b00b! Fan Club

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Post by Iris on Thu Jun 06, 2013 11:24 pm

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I suppose it looks good o.o

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