Jazzy J

The Eye of the Blizzard

Quote :

I always punch first, and if I need something from you, I’ll ask after I’ve hit you enough times to feel better

Name: Jasmine Jeanne Seiker
Nickname: Jazzy J, The Chronicler, The Last Ascendant
Age: 14
Gender: Futanari
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Cell Number: 105-948-9212
Nationality:  Norwegian
Year: Freshman
Class: Berserker
Chi: Green

Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: A slender yet well built young woman. Jasmine inherits the nice warm tan of her Ranzu ancestry and mixes it with the Freljordian in her that had ascended to a status of true dominance by becoming an Iceborn with her shock white hair. A rather young but curvaceous body showing off the growing lumps of maidenhood. Her rich mocha skin often times gleams in the sun even showing off the soft blush that she’ll sometimes have on her face. She wears a comfortable get up of skin tight training shorts under a white skirt with a white tank top underneath a black zip up hoodie. She often forgoes wearing undergarments due to her special quirks and as such as no tells in her clothing where they would be. Around her neck is a large puffy cuff, locked in place by a pair of clasps and on her feet sit a comfortable pair of sneakers. When aggravated a golden flame sprouts from her left eye signalling her impending unleash.

Special Characteristic:

• Frozen Soul | To even the most hardy and proficient of Ice-chi users and those of temperature tolerance, it is noted that the body of Jasmine is colder than that of the average human. While most humans have a core body temperature of 98.6°F (37°C), Jasmine’s body is at the obscene temperature of 32°F (0°C). For an ordinary human, the body cannot sustain homeostasis and/or enough kinetic energy to keep itself running to survive at this temperature, but Jasmine finds this temperature to be the right one
  
• Stripping Fetish | An unexplained habit, but Jasmine will often begin to remove her clothing mid topic for no real reason other than to flaunt her sexiness. This has the added effect of entrapping anyone who witnesses it within her charm.
  

Personality: A rather calm young woman who just so happens to also be a hot head, Jasmine inherits just a few bad traits from her ancestor and teacher. She enjoys playing with people, using their emotions, thoughts and goals as tools to further her own agendas that no one can quite gleam from any real conversation with her. She seems to have a rather playful and loving sense of humor, teasing and acting soft and girly when appropriate for her to do so to tease friends and family into awkward situations. She seemed to have also gained her ancestor’s unnecessary mental dilemma of having multiple personalities, giving her traits like schizophrenia. This however only acts up sporadically in bursts, usually during combat or whenever she can manage to be extremely excited about things. This brings out a darker side of her that revels in the pain and misery of those she takes interest in however due to her own light nature it never goes beyond innate torture unless her brain proceeds to create a logical reasoning for that person to no longer exist among the living.

As a person she is extremely happy, and observant, usually content to smile and watch people, a trait she picked up from her teacher as well which often gives her the nickname, The Chronicler, as it seems as if she’s mentally writing down the movements and exploits of those she observes and stores them in her head somewhere. This isn’t actually that far from the truth with her eidetic and photographic memory she’s able to recall vividly anything that she has seen with her bright carmine eyes and usually replicate it to the tee if it’s within her physical ability.

As a fighter she tends to enjoy martial arts movies and events, having at one point begged her teacher to install television on the Mountain outpost in which they stayed so that she could watch the UFC, a fighting competition that utilized no chi, only the blood sweat and tears of the men and women who called themselves martial artists. She often practices the moves she’s seen, copying well over one thousand moves but only having the proper knowledge and body structure to perform well under a tenth of those. Every day that she grows stronger she can literally feel herself being able to use more and more of her library of skills. As she has finally been unleashed into the world after being indoctrinated by the old magus, many in the Seiker household wonder how the young woman will fare mentally and physically as she tackles the newest challenge, the Rising Wolf Academy.

Likes:

• Martial Arts | Loves the sport to death, if she could practice all day without rest, food or drink she would, but alas not only does she need basic resources to survive but also quality down time to let her body recuperate from the beating she puts it through. She will often times request spars with mages, confusing them as they ready the wands and hands as she settles into a simple martial arts stance.
  
• Food | As a martial artist she is an avid consumer of food, often devouring food like many of her male cousins after Guardian training for the day. She will often even take the time to learn cooking as to prepare her own curious meals and desires, some absolutely delicious according to her cousins, and others absolutely deadly according to some of her now missing ‘friends’.
  
• Living | While Jasmine is a very complex young woman she follows the saying, enjoy the little things, and will often stop in her day to just accept the fact that she is still breathing and enjoying all that life has. Being a martial artist and a mage she understands that at any time her life can and will go in a flash and ensures that she lives it out as best she can.
  

Dislike:

• The Weak | Likely a byproduct of the Ranzu in her as the Avarosan in her tells her to love all things, she despises those who are either born weak or live weak, even going out of her way to ridicule and torment them severely for their weakness and lack of spine. It is noted that calling her weak will generally enact a violent response and it is not advised unless proper precaution is taken.
  
• Indecisive people | A result of her indoctrination, Jasmine dislikes those who can’t come to a concluding decision which oftentimes leads to her being held up in some way or fashion causing her more irritable side to pop out more and more. Taking a great deal of time to do anything around her will often times cause her to react violently as well, assaulting or verbally abusing the person in question.
  
• Noncombatants | Not to be confused with the weak, she has a general dislike for people with the power to do things but also lack the will to use that power, something she holds against her teacher greatly but continues to hold him in rather high esteem. She often time will gripe at non combatants, urging them to reconsider their lives so that they could become what she considers useful.
  

Hobbies:

• Training | Being an avid fighter Jasmine enjoys a good training session, often pushing herself for hours and hours on end just to see if she can complete her next move or trick. She often takes a great deal of enjoyment out of sparring with others, especially if they can keep up, should they fall behind... well there’s less painful ways to lose a limb.
  
• Exploring | Coming from the far north as she had, Jasmine was always surrounded by nature, instilling in a fresh sense of wanderlust in the young woman. New locations always brought in new friends, or challenges, or sometimes both in varying degrees. She enjoys going to new places almost as much as traveling and will eventually grow bored with a location after being there for far too long unless that location stimulates her in other ways.
  

Fears:

• Becoming weak | Being an avid martial artist she. prides herself on being strong and tough, however like all martial artists she fears the day that one day she won’t be strong enough and would instead become weak.
  
• Losing an important fight | Nothing is more embarrassing and heart breaking than training for a fight, putting your biggest all into it, and then losing. But what makes this fear worse as she fears losing in front of her family, when they need her the most.
  
• Being raped | An irrational fear considering who she is, but saving her chastity for her chosen soulmate is a big thing for Jasmine and to lose it in a way that isn’t of her own volition would devastate her emotionally in a way that would be irreparable.
  

Motivations:

• Becoming the next Female Seiker head: While everyone at some point dreams of leading their branch, Jasmine wants the big seat instead, after meeting and learning from the man who had sat on that seat and continues to do so for the past two hundred years, she’s come to terms with the level she needs to be at to accomplish this goal.
  
• Become a World Champion | To win a championship is any fighters goal, but to become world champion? Well that’s Jasmine’s goal. She wants to dominate every weight class, every fighting set, every rule, and every person. The urge to win and to dominate burns passionately within her.
  
• To find a strong person to settle with | At the end of it all she wishes to find someone who would be able to keep up at her pace, lag behind and you get left behind as she always says. If that ends with her being alone then that’s fine too at the end of the day.
  

Background/History: Born Jasmine Jeanne Seiker along with her twin sister Aiyana, on January 30th, 2025, the very year that it was prophesied that the King’s Heir would be born. She was born among cheers and celebration, a young child without a single clue of what her destiny was nor where she was going to go in life. In the beginning she was practically treated like royalty, while also being drilled into the ground until the age of five when she was finally released from the care of the family and sent on her own to search out the King himself. She was given a very vague sense of direction, the small girl having to navigate using her cuteness and rather helpless demeanor to her advantage as she was lead on a rather magical journey through the massive world itself before finally being dropped off at the foot of a massive mountain, one whose name evaded her even as she began to climb the rather imposing behemoth. She climbed for days, catching colds and frostbites, but after awhile she began to grow numb to it all, it was as if the cold itself were easing away the pain, helping her, guiding her along to a path of safety. Finally she would come upon a citadel, no where near the top, but high enough for her to take shelter for the night. Raising her hand to the door for entry, she was greeted with slowly opening doors that swung open themselves. She would rest there for the night, for once sleeping in a warm bed rather out on the cold snow and hard rocks.

The very next day she would resume the climb, once again braving terrible feats that would even give pause to knowledgeable ice climbers, and through it all she did not hesitate to follow the call of the cold, for it had not lead her astray yet as she traveled higher and higher up the winding peak. It took her seven days and seven nights to climb Mt. Elbrus in all, and upon the eighth morning, she would pull herself up over the ridge with finality, no longer needing to climb as she had reached the peak. And there, as she caught her breath, she would find that the cold had reached its most intense, focused and swirling around a single sitting form, the aged king himself resting upon his throne. She couldn’t believe her eyes, he was here, he was actually here! Rushing to her feet, she moved towards him only to be moved into a bowing position by the cold winds, the raging storm all around them finally catching her eye as glowing blue eyes leveled their gaze upon her bowing form. There was but a single nod before she was allowed to rise once again, the initial test had been passed, she was free to learn.


Having learned from the man for many many years, she was sent on missions due to him not only being the head of the family, but the head of the most secret organization that she had heard of in her whole rather short life, though now all of the frozen citadels on the way down made sense. She was treated to a different world after her training, having been instructed in the art of Martial Arts and Chi, her knowledge and skill with each weapon and stanza growing with every training session as he worked not only her body but her mind, instructing her, drilling her, guiding her along a path of enlightenment that would not touch one subject, nor two, she would be knowledgeable in all, capable of knowing and understanding all things, so that even if he could not pass on his skills to her, she would have the tools to create her own.

Upon reaching a sufficient level she was allowed to travel, not once stepping towards her home which while she missed dearly, had sent her out on her own to find a man who was thought to be a myth in hopes that she would learn from him. Let’s just say bad blood was the least of the concerns in that moment. Seeing a great deal of lands, she even ran into a group of religious folk from Japan who had all practiced a single faith, Shinigamism. The art of death and resurrection. So fascinated was she that she became a rather small time follower herself, though as she left with a religious tome in tow, vowed to increase her faith upon return. She would come back home a far more traveled woman, now capable of what Taiho would consider the basics she would be given one final present, Ascension.


Stepping from her Ice Prism, the young woman could feel her body naturally acclimating to the cold as she laid eyes upon her master. While her eyes had not gone the same as his, she had gained the signature shock white hair of an Ascended Seiker. Sighing, she turned to the east where she knew she would now have to travel. Infiltration was the ask, and a school of martial artist would be easy enough to enter into without receiving too much scrutiny. She would have to go in with a bit of her powers restrained however but that was fine. She enjoyed a challenge.

Face Claim: Strength | Black Rock Shooter
RP Sample: N/A

Don’t Freeze on me now~