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[a_kindred_cub]

OUT of CHARACTER

Name: Nicky

Other characters: Chris Redfieldbig_badass_hero  

IN CHARACTER

Name: Ashley Yavie

Fandom: Original Character

Canon point/AU: Just after being forced to return to her grandfather in order to save a friend of hers.

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 Ashley is from a world that is close to the modern world, with the exception a lot of the high tech is steam powered, which has been the big thing since the 1910’s.  It’s now 2012 in her world, and cities have central boilers to help heat homes and run the turbines that create electricity.

The governing bodies are a parliament styled body; governors tend to smaller details while the main ruler is a crown.  Anyone who goes to school, unless they are extremely lucky are usually the children of politicians, these people make up all of the upper class including engineers, doctors, politicians, and the police force Higher ranking military.

Most military (Foot soldiers) come from the civilian class that live pretty much in slums, these people are made up of what would be considered middle class in first world countries today.  The slums of most city states aren’t that bad, think more along the lines of high rise apartments, they have local markets where you’re able to buy food and other goods.  Clothing is usually handmade and one of a kind, not mass-produced.  You can tell a lot about a person with what they wear since clothing style differs from town to town.

The lower class, tend to live more in the wilds outside the cities.  They don’t get the protection of the military, though these people tend to have a little more freedom than those living in cities.  These are the farmers; they get a little money (Barely enough to survive on) from the city state they live near in order to keep the city stocked with food and the supplies needed to make other goods.  Many abuse this privilege, keeping enough food to last them until the next harvest while selling the rest to the cities.  Since hardly anyone goes out to the farms they’re able to hide it.  Some families even risk the wilds of the forests to gather herbs making a little more cash on the side selling these to doctors, or to the middle class whom have some experience in healing or even alchemy.

Then there’s the ‘free states’ where there’s two kinds.  First being nicknamed ‘flesh states’ where if you’re not careful you’ll end up on the auction block as a slave, slaves are bought and sent all over the world, they’re popular ‘pets’ to the first class, and some of the lower class feel it’s the only way they’ll ever be able to have anything ‘good’ in life.  Once you’re sold into slavery though the only escape is death, you’re lives are pretty much whatever the person who bought you wants you to be.  Sometimes a slave may be lucky enough to have a master who will set them free, though this is not truly a common thing.

Then there’s Sanctuaries; Sanctuaries are true safe havens; many, even though they’re ruled by someone in the upper first class, have aides from all classes, working in a more diplomatic way and the ruler is more of a figure head.  The largest of these city-states have blood ties to the largest and most powerful of the city-states on continental Europe.

Most of the city states are filled with humans as the citizens, though with the lack of the wireless age, mysticism is still strong in this world.  There are also other beings, Faerie folk and their type that have taken to governing the forests and ‘wild’ lands that the humans don’t dare go into. 

These other races sometimes mate with humans, these half breeds aren’t well liked in society because they aren’t pure human.   These children take on most of the traits of the human parent, though they may show some traits of their Other-kin parent, some of these traits appear as faster healing, some as an odd hair color, maybe abilities that aren’t possible without the aid of magic such as mind reading, or even seeing into the future.  While most children with abilities are scorned mind readers, seers, and some healers are usually, treated as national treasures.  Healers are the most rare out of the hybrid abilities, and usually the shortest living since they’re sent as soon as they’re old enough to the front lines in wars in order to keep the soldiers alive.  That’s why many parents who find out their half breed is a healer try to make sure their child never uses the ability on anyone else, in hopes to keep them alive.

If they can be they’re sent to the nearest Sanctuary as an orphan, in hopes that they’ll give the child a life that would be better than the battle fields, even if it’s just working the earth.

Ashley’s parents were a forbidden love, they met when he was visiting on business with his father. Michirou Tawakawa had been sent to assassinate the young diplomat in order to stop a deal that would prevent a powerful drug trade between her father and a Scottish drug lord, who wanted to introduce a new drug into Europe.  This drug, while it didn’t do anything to normal people, boosted the abilities of magical beings, sometimes making them unstable and dangerous.  But it would make finding half breeds a lot easier.  Michirou’s father wanted the drugs distributed so that it would make things easier when it came to purchasing hybrid slaves, if they were considered dangerous most city-state leaders would pay slavers to get them out of their cities.  

Michirou purposely allowed herself to get caught feeling something was different about the father and son pair.  She knew what her father was planning and knew how to make the antidote to the drug.  She hoped by going to the Druids she could help save thousands of lives she knew would be destroyed by her father’s greed.

While Ewan Yavie may have been the younger in the family to be in Japan, he was actually the diplomat, his father acted the role because the order of Druids the two were a part of felt that it was more important to protect the younger, who’s gift of promoting peace was almost saintly.  

Ewan had been the one that had questioned Michirou, managing to hide the incident of the attempted murder from the police. After the three hours that it took to talk to her he convinced his father to pull strings to have her taken back to Scotland with them.

The two married in the fall. A full year after their meeting Ashley Reiko Yavie-Tawakawa was born. Both parents doted over their only child. Michirou was unable to carry another despite them trying a few times.  

Despite their wishes the family was moved from the small cottage they had just outside Glasgow, back to the clan estates, a small island just off the northern coast, the Druids fearing that allowing the daughter of their peacekeeper to live among others would ruin her ability to follow in her father’s footsteps.  They knew Michirou’s past, and didn’t want to risk having their daughter tainted by that violence.

Her childhood on the island wasn’t solitary, there were other children on the island, not all of them human. Her best friends ended up being a Seklie, a pair of wood elementals, and a temporally displaced saber toothed tiger (Do to a Hybrid’s ability to tear a whole through time, unfortunately the Hybrid was unable to return the cub back home before she was killed by the crown of her city-state for being too dangerous).  These companions were closer to her than any siblings and she would do anything she could to keep them safe.  They in turn taught her basics of magic, how to read the wind and water, even the land, but she lacks the ability to harness them in order to actually work magic (Picture this as someone who’s book read, but lacks field experience), despite the Elders’ attempts to draw the ability out in her.   Instead of magic she’s gained the ability to keep the peace if needed, managing to calm most people down with a light touch, or calming words to keep them from being violent.

Ashley didn’t realize that they were preparing her to take her father’s place when she was older, the lack of a magic ability with her, made Ashley a perfect candidate, since she would be more willing to listen to both sides of a problem.  Being around hybrids and magic would allow her to see their side of a situation as well. 

Meanwhile her grandfather on her mother’s side spent years trying to figure out the best way to get back at his willful daughter for failing her mission.  Hearing about his granddaughter he debated his options… Either kill her, or turn her against her parents.  He opted turning her into a killer, which would be against everything the child’s father stood for.  If things failed he could always sell her to a flesh state.

When she was eight she was taken from her nanny while they were on mainland visiting a carnival. Ashley actually watched the woman who took care of her for the most part get killed before her eyes, which came with a warning for her to behave.  

Ashley went with them only because she didn’t want anyone else to die in her place.  She didn’t know that as long as the man had her, her parents wouldn’t move against him and the drugs were able to be distributed, starting in Scotland and slowly taking over Europe within three years Hybrid slave trade had boomed to outlandish numbers.  Anyone suspected of being Hybrid was now sold into slavery without even a check.  Many of these people died in battlefields without even really understanding what had happened.

Ashley spent the next nine years not only training to be a cold-hearted killer, but also thinking her parents were dead and that’s why no one came to get her.  Ashley did what she was ordered to do in order to stay alive; all the while praying that someone would find where she had been taken and rescue her.  Every night she was told by her grandfather that he was getting tired of her and thinking of selling her to get someone who didn’t remind him of the backstabber his daughter had been.  

Because he wanted her close she wasn’t allowed off the property unless it was with a handler or himself.  Her grandfather took it upon himself to have her tutored in skills he thought she needed, keeping her from going to school.  

In his fits he’d punish her if she spoke anything but Japanese, sometimes this would include being locked in her room for days at a time, others he’d force her to have extra training with some of his guards, usually one on one.  These training sessions were anything that the guard wanted.  Usually Ashley was stuck with one that only wanted a sparring partner, her grandfather not wanting her damaged if he ever were to sell her after all.  She’d use the skills she had learned on the island and later being trained to fight by most of the men she was sent to, in order to protect herself, either talking them out of certain favors, or even going as far as using herbs to knock them out by suggesting she cook for them before anything else happened.  

Her handler was one exception, he was a younger man, who unlike the others, would try to remind Ashley that she was still a child, usually time with him she was taken to clubs, or even festivals where she would be allowed to act her age.  He was the one that kept pushing her to find a moment to escape, telling her that she shouldn’t worry about him, she needed to get home where she could do some good.

She finally escaped when her handler was killed in an op, despite him being her only friend she knew that she had to run.  Heading to Hokkaido hoping to figure a way out of Japan from there, Ashley stayed one step ahead of the other men her grandfather employed.  She had almost made it to freedom when her Grandfather acquired a rare tiger and leaked it to the media in order to bring her back into the fold.  Ashley had been staying with a Hybrid family that had tried to help her mother before when she heard the news.  As much as she tried to act like she was okay with the way things were going she wanted to stop everything, remembering vaguely her friends back on the island.

The tiger was the same one that years ago she used to play with back on the island.  Ashley knew it would mean she’d give up her freedom for it, but if she could save someone it would be someone that she knew couldn’t defend themselves.  Knowing her handler wouldn’t like it, she headed back to Tokyo.

Only Ashley never made it from the train station in Shinjuku to her Grandfather’s estate, she woke up in Panem instead, in the training center.

Presentation:

Ashley prefers loose clothing that fully covers her if possible.  Part of that is because of the scars on her arms and back from her grandfather’s teachings.  She’s skittish around adults and anyone who looks like they could be a threat, though this doesn’t always mean someone armed.  She knows all too well that you don’t have to carry a weapon to be dangerous.

While she’s always keeping an eye out for danger, she tries her best to make herself look weak and timid, this is her safety net most of the time, making herself look like she’d be too easy a target usually has thugs looking elsewhere for better game; or if she’s on a job it draws her targets closer, kicking in the urge to protect her, getting her close enough that she can attempt to stab them in the back.

She’s loyal to those she trusts, though she doesn’t trust blindly.  Ashley keeps people who try to befriend her at arm’s reach, far enough away that they can’t stab her in the back, until they’ve earned the trust.  When it comes to adults that usually takes longer, since for the last twelve years the only adults she’s known have hurt her, physically or mentally. 

 Everything about her screams that she’s a victim or easy target, though she’s good at hiding in plain sight, being able to blend in with crowds or to hide in the shadows biding time, watching and waiting for a moment to strike.

Motivations: 

Ashley’s been broken for a while, she knows that she’s damaged and accepts it, keeping others at arm’s length because she doesn’t want to risk them getting hurt because of her.  Despite everything she’s lived through and the people she’s killed, she still puts others above herself.  Ashley’s self-esteem’s completely shattered, and she’s pretty sure there’s no way that it’ll ever be repaired.

She’s also determined not to make it easy for anyone to kill her, even though she hides behind a defenseless persona, there’s an inner fire about her that makes her fight.  Ashley won’t just blindly follow orders, back home this was the reason for most of her beatings, her grandfather trying to make her more pliable so he could form her into the perfect killing machine.  She managed to keep her inner strength, even though she would let herself get punished, drawing on the pain to make it through whatever he had planned for her.

She also has a strange sense of honor because of her childhood.  Ashley will not kill anyone who’s wounded before she faces them.  To her it’s cheating and while she may like to stab others in the back, she wants to give them a fighting chance.  Her honor will have her patch up an enemy, trying to give them a fighting chance if she can so that she will not break her personal code for someone else’s entertainment. 

If they take advantage of it she’ll fight back, because she doesn’t want to die, but doesn’t mean that she’ll count it as an honorable kill.  She also knows that not everyone she’ll face is honorable, which brings her back to the trust issues she has.  If dishonored in the arena she’ll keep the grudge outside the arena.  While she won’t attack anyone unless provoked, she won’t befriend someone who’s crossed her.  Last thing she wants is to give someone who she knows will kill her the opportunity to slip a knife between her ribs.  

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[She’s usually silent, partly because she’s scared how others would react to her accent, but the screen shows Ashley standing on the roof of the training center a rare smile on her lips as she turns the camera to show the sight she’s seeing. It’s sunrise, and with how she’s bundled up she’s probably been out there a while.  Her gloved hand points to some birds taking flight in the early morning hours.]

Ka… [She pauses, not everyone can probably understand the language she has been forced to speak so long.  She starts again, this time more slowly, as if choosing each word so as to not screw up.] So pretty, reminds me of sunrise in the gardens in Hokkaido, all that is missing is hot spring. 

[This is probably the most that Ashley’s said at once since she’s been here. The teen walks over to the rail, placing the camera on it allowing it to tape the scene for a few more minutes.] 

Never thought I would miss Nippon. [She moves to turn off the camera.] Trade one cage for other… Still no room to fly, still no way to wash blood from hands. Maybe Grandfather right, I born under bad stars.

[With that the feed cuts off, she hadn’t meant to say that much, more to give her enemies about her, something they might be able to use in the arena and she let them have it… She’d berate herself later, it’s cold she needs to get inside.]

((Bonus thread here))

Prose:

She looked at the assorted weapons as she entered the room.  She knew they were watching her, even though she hated being watched she always had someone watching her here.  It was worse than her grandfather’s place.

The false ‘protection’ they gave she had seen through in a heartbeat.  Ashley was even more caged here than she had been in Tokyo.

Soft footsteps drew her first to the bow, her hand hovering over it a moment before she pulled it back.  It wasn’t her Yumi, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to shoot it properly, the knives, again she paused, it was an easy weapon to hold, something she knew she’d be able to show skill with at any time so she left them alone, instead she picked up the coil of wire on the table.  Crossing to the other circle of light her fingers worked with the wire.

First few knots she stretched out didn’t look like much, though they weren’t supposed to.  Ashley kept working, leaving about ten loops scattered in the circle.  Walking back to the table she snatched up two of the blades, throwing them at the knotted rings after looping wire around the blade hilts, tugging the wire in her hand she set off the chain reaction… the twin knives now suspended in midair by the wire that connected them, the traps she had set now hovering in the air tightened enough that the only way to retrieve the blades would be to cut the wire. 

The whole action had taken her about fifteen minutes.  Leaving the snares and blades she turned walking back to the doors she had been escorted through.  Ashley didn’t care what she scored, she was there to survive, not to entertain others.

What is your character scored:

Ash's strength is physically slightly better than average, this is due to the martial arts training and physical abuse she's been through most her life.  Though it's only slightly better, think an athlete just before they hit their prime, endurance is slightly higher if only sheer determination that keeps her on her feet.

The abuse she’s been through is also a weakness, her physical endurance is lowered only because she’s just physically unable to keep to top performance levels too long before she starts to give out.  This is why she turns to hiding and waiting for an advantage she feels she can take advantage of.

Despite her quiet nature her skittish nature would gain her some sympathy with a crowd.  She’s also stubborn which could be seen either as a good or bad quality.

With the criteria… I can see with what she shows to the public she’d fall with a 6 for her score only because she tries her best to seem normal.