Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 15:27:07 GMT -6
SUKHUMISHVILI, DAYABATA
jester / bufón
jester / bufón
AGE: 16
GENDER: Strong and Independent Woman
TEAM: Teen Titans
SIDE: Hero-ish
OCCUPATION: Hero
NATIONALITY: Azeri, then American
ETHNICITY: Half Kalmyk, half Georgian
HISTORY: Baku, Azerbaijan. Her family had just moved there after Nikoloz decided to move on from ferrying passengers around the Black Sea with his own company. He decided to now ferry passengers around the Caspian Sea, Volga River, Don River, and Black Sea. The day before that baby of a company was to begin service with its maiden voyage from Baku to Aktau, a little girl was born to his wife. A girl they named 'Dayabata'. Tough beauty, in Kalmyk.
Her life in Azerbaijan was rather smooth, her family being slightly richer than average, with her father allocating 15000 Manat a month for his own salary. The entire family lived in a former Soviet Khrushchyovka apartment just outside Baku, went to suburban schools, mingled with the normal Azeri, took vacations at destinations of her dad's company's routes along with Irkutsk and Sukhumi, things were overall fine. She also had quite an influence from the local Azeri populace although nowhere close to being Azeri.
After graduating from high school in Baku at 15 years old, her dad decided to settle down, pass 'Caucasuseas' and its fleet to his vice, and move to Jump City, Cali, USA under the DV Visa Program. Her family's residence there was rather separated, having bought an entire triplex unit. Dayabata got the middle one, while her parents took the left one and her brother took the right. She was to do whatever she wanted, after her dad gave her a debit card, with a thousand five hundred US Dollars in it topped up monthly for three years.
Two months later, she took off to Madrid for holiday, just for fun. There, she randomly took another flight to Equatorial Guinea after one day. Travelled around, went to markets, all that for three days. There she bought what seemed to be a very, very whimsical, antique, but creepy set of armor, which she brought back home after taking a stopover at Frankfurt.
Back in the middle of two houses, she tried the armor on, taking about 15 minutes to put on every individual piece, finishing off with the mask-helmet. Things only began to feel warm once everything was in place, and in no time she was in hellfire. Things felt a bit uncomfortable at first, the armor being made for a male body, but then everything began to feel like she was in a gigantic blowtorch, with her skin feeling like it was both melting and burning. It then stopped. Heaps of info went into her brain. How to use some sorts of powers of the armor, what the armor actually was, how to speak an Equatorial Guinean creole of Spanish for some reason, and a few more things.
When everything stopped, her armor was not on her nor was it in sight. And then she made it reappear on her body. Then gone. Then on. She then began laughing hysterically for no good reason, then stopping to realise that the armor had also given her the gift of absolute insanity. Oh, and she laughed once more for two minutes, testing out what she could do. She then stopped when she heard her parents' car backing up onto their porch, them and her brother in it. She got the armor off with a single blink, and went downstairs to help with groceries.
She had a small dilemma for three weeks. Go onwards to becoming a stereotypical insane villain one might find in any given movie, or become a rare jewel, an insane and highly capable one on the side of light. She picked the latter, only because it was still the time before it was cool. She started simple, going after measly convenience store robbers one day. Then at night, she expanded her 'business' Trans-NoCal, from Medford to Reno to Sacramento (she still doesn't realize that Medford is in Oregon and Reno is in Nevada). The following day, she stopped a heist on a small bank in Carson City (once again, that's in Nevada!). She legitimately, literally became an established hero overnight.
That feat was recognised by a small group of teenage superheroes people called the 'Teen Titans'. Well, they too called themselves that. They offered her a placing in their team, she declined, they said she could get in anytime she wanted. Then, her family kinda kicked her out for two months after they immediately found a stash of weed under her doormat instead of a key, so she went off to the Titan Tower two hours after she herself declined their offer. It was awesome, and she still stayed in the team after the two months. There's another person from a CIS nation with whom she has a love-hate relationship and a rivalry of some sort, but the entire thing is overall great.
FAMILY: Dad is Nikoloz Sukhumishvili, originally from Sukhumi, Abkhazia, and is currently 52, and still an entrepreneur. Mom is Adyanbayr Oyradski, from Irkutsk, Russia, and is 49. She also has a brother, Dzhavtavn, 20, born back when the family was still living in Simferopol, Crimea, and is now a just-graduated lawyer.
PERSONALITY: Her mind is an interesting one, one unlike many others. For one thing, she is batshit insane. So much so that even if she were to ever go to a doctor, she wouldn't be able to get anything on an index. Don't let her appearance fool you. She is impulsive, somewhat destructive, reactive, speaks to herself a lot, and she is a whole lot more. Her speech is fast, incredibly bombastic, filled with whatever she has in her mind without any restriction, and she's always sounding cheery, but she has zero sympathy or mercy in anything she does, if the other is a baddie.
In the modern world, one word that could describe a lot of her would be 'Dank'. In a way, potent. She just loves to joke about, in a way of the modern world. How much she likes to joke? Well, I'd rather say the entirety of a certain website with an amount of gags being 9, compressed into one person. She is an almost-constant joke, and whatever she does with her power is usually most unexpected.
Maturity would be a little thing that Georgians all have. She doesn't have it because she's only half Georgian. Hah! Just kidding, she's just immature due to.. uh.. look at the paragraph before the one above this. Her immaturity is somewhat linked to her Dank-ness. She is sometimes whiny, and sometimes her way of speech is incredibly immature and annoying to some who don't exactly know her. Oh, she also swears often, and makes inappropriate conversation and/or gestures sometimes.
A mind is usually halved. For her, well, she means well. On the outside, it may not seem so but she is still really, really on the bright side. She just made up the excuse of 'being an insane hero because it is still the time before it is cool' just for herself to believe. She is absolutely reluctant to do anything bad to people innocent or doing good, although she displays her reluctance in her usual, incredibly immature way.
If she wants, just if she wants, she knows how to force herself sane, back to herself before returning from Africa. "It's just acting," she usually says about it, though she may sometimes be sane when calm, which is a bit of a rare status for her, considering her hyperactiveness. In sanity, she is a lot more presentable, in terms of personality. Sure, she may still have her bit of spice, but she would actually present herself, be nice, be kind, not talk about 'Pene Africano' every half hour, and so on. Her usual traits are mostly gone too.
Quick thinker, and a great one, I'd say. Dayabata, when faced with on-the-spot choices, is rather efficient at going with it, and the choices would be great 90% of the time. She also knows how to do things as such, quickly, as demonstrated with her overnight rising in ranks as a hero. Well, alright, she also does know how to do normal things quickly. Like how that one time, she made three whole pizza pies in under half an hour.
DISLIKES: Feminazis, Justin Bieber, Harambe. KPop, Chinese Drama, Commercial breaks. Onions, Celery, Chicken Breast. Strong drugs, Pisswater American Beer, Cigarettes. Boredom, Prudes, That weird sign near Reno that says something like 'Navada' or something like that.
DREAMS:
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HIT THE ROAD JACK
and don't you come back
and don't you come back
BODY STRUCTURE: About 5'9, weighing 140lbs. Incredibly skinny. Absolutely smooth, pale skin, incredibly Asian face from her mother, blonde hair from her father.
STYLE: Incredibly typical modern Irkutsk wardrobe. Skinny black jeans and a monotone Tee on top. And then, three or four inch heels.
PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS: North America
COSTUME: A picture of it. A whimsical, yet intimidating and creepy set of armor. Covers Dayabata absolutely in a labyrinth of purple, black, white, and a few other colors. The helmet-mask features a horrifying, eerie grin, long nose, and a sort of design that appears to be akin to a jester's hat on the top. The entire thing is double-layers in steel then leather except for the mask which is a sort of ceramic.
ODDITIES: Blonde hair on an Asian-looking girl. The distinction between her appearance and actual personality. Her armor as a whole.
ABILITIES: First and foremost, her power. She could make things appear and disappear at a whim. However, she has to first snap herself into her armor which is actually the easiest thing to come up with. At the base, she can come up with individual raw materials, and have a specific amount of them. This means she could 'conjure' two pounds of chili, or an ounce of iron, or a milligram of salt. In order to create more advanced things, she has to first spawn a few raw materials, then she could basically fuse them all together using her mind and whatever she thought of is there. If she wants, she can either leave it in this world or make it all disappear. That includes her armour, which she could take off and put in a room, though anyone who wants to put it on to try out her powers is out of luck, as it all stems from a sort of fuse of her with it. The armor will also fix from any damage when respawned.
Now, things she could do without the armor. Well, she could speak 11 languages in total. Following the CEFR, C2 has Azeri and Georgian, C1 has English, Kalmyk, some sort of Spanish creole, and Turkish, B2 has Russian and Turkmen, B1 has Khalkha Mongolian, Spanish and Kazakh. She is spectacular at jokes, whether controversial or not. Cooking, well, she is quite great at that, though she mostly just makes pizza out of things she 'conjures'.
CONTROL: 10
SIDE-AFFECTS: So, there is her bit of insanity, and also her knowledge of a Spanish creole found only in Equatorial Guinea.
WEAKNESSES: She doesn't know about the existence of Nevada, Arizona and Oregon. She usually has to smoke a bit of weed just to keep herself calm and sane. Other than when she is in her sane mode, she is absolutely unable to be professional in any way.
Alright, onto some flaws about her armor. It's lenses are tinted yellow so seeing is not so clear. It is also rather uncomfortable, for reasons I shall tell. It completely flattens her mammeries, which are already small. It's incredibly warm in it, actually, with the thickness. Anything hotter than 75°F will have her sweating quite a lot, and there is not much ventilation. Ah, and speaking of ventilation, the smell. It's always a mix of leather and sweat, nothing much else.
HERE COME
dat boi
dat boi
INTRODUCTION:
Ah, hey! Welcome to this day's edition of BALÓN BUFÓN! As of now, zero idea why that name even exists in the first place, deary me, I'm confused and confusing. Anyway, people, this is the show where I usually do news stuff about things which happened yesterday, might as well be called yesterday's edition of it.
Okay, so let's begin. San Diego, California. Great city, great food, great wall-jumpers, great Chinatown. Back from there literally ten minutes ago. I was supposed to be back around 11pm yesterday, but here's news. Big boomboom by little big wannabe Mr. DOOM at the airport. Then there was a snowstorm, somehow right next to the wall which Mexico paid for. So, slightly-above-Mexico news!
*batman intermission tune*
Alrightie then, so I've been strolling to my homeboy Pico to get some green... bell pepper! Ah, kids, don't you dare do drugs and shit, stay in school. Shit, I just said shit in front of possible kids. Let me just rewind.
*VHS rewind sound*
Alrightie then, so I've been strolling to my homeboy Pico to get some green... bell pepper! Ah, kids, don't you dare do drugs and sparkles, stay in school. Sparkles. Ah, there! Well, that's fun, right? So anyway, I was on the way to Walmart to buy green bell pepper to make pizza for Shift today when there was a small mob of strong and independent women in front. One of them shoved me and told me to check my privileges, so I flashed them... uh.. my torchlight! So that happened. I'd like to now give a shoutout to Pico at the cash register at Walmart Frontiera, San Diego, and to the TSA, I'd like my six pounds of bell pepper back. They're 40 Dollars altogether. Anyway, people. Stay tuned to Balón Bufón! Next week, only on Vimeo, the website nobody watches!
YOUR NAME OR ALIAS: Jali
CONTACT INFO: PM
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