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LAUGHS I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD OF FINALS AND CONS

did her a about a month and a half ago but im still proud of her so im not gonna redraw her app u gotta deal laughs

i love my bb girl lots i hope you do too yess

TW: FOR MATURE THEMES I GUESS

Name: Parisa

Pokemon: Rayquaza

Birthday: November, 22nd

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Mafia affiliation (Works directly under Anuj independently.)

Stats

Ability: Air Lock

Moves:

• Dragon Ascent

• Dragon Pulse

• Overheat

• Extremspeed

Battle Stats:

Attack:

Defense:

Speed:

Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

Occupation: Weapons Dealer

Town of Residence: Black Market District

Height: 4’10”

Personals

Personality: Loyal | Frank | Kind | Aware | Self-reliant | Fearless ||| Bold | Dour | Insecure | Intolerant| Impatient | Aimless | Sarcastic

"Trust", in her world, is all that she has and is valued to her. It is one of the only things that she can call her own and will be loyal if it’s gained. Not once to mince words as she’s on a schedule, she is quite to the point with speaking. It can leave a bad impression on others but she doesn’t mean ill of you. As much as she’s outwardly cold, kindness often comes from her actions rather than her words. She is sympathetic to others in poor situations and will help in a way that she can. Due to her living situation she grew to become well informed in the activities of others as they often visit her place of business anyways. Dealing with customers as well has led to her to notice the subtle changes in others and can read them fairly well. It’s not wise to deceive her. Living on her own for most of her life now she was forced to become self-reliant and grow up faster than what is good for a child. It has caused her to be quite crafty. Being done with people’s bullshit has led her to be quite fearless with dealing with meddlesome people. Although it goes gain her a few scars more often than not.

With nothing really to lose in her life she has become quite bold and often taking risks. It often leaves her bloodied and bruised but often she is without regrets. Hardened by harsh conditions she was became stern and unfriendly. You could only trust yourself after all. It was better to push people away than be stabbed in the back. Often she puts on a front of confidence to fool herself into not caring of what she does. She is often doubtful of herself and the choices she makes. Parisa is often intolerant of bullshit. She hasn’t time for what you need of her unless you make an impression on her; she won’t listen to your scams or smooth-talking. As she’s often on a schedule she is often impatient to get the job over with. She speaks and moves fast and if you waste her time she will have no qualms speaking her mind towards you and she won’t be kind about it. Losing her purpose in life she has found her existence to be ungratifying and pointless. She is only devoted towards surviving as it’s the only thing she knows. As she became more cynical she often mocks others especially others of higher position than her. She has no problems being cruel to you if you’re an asshole.
History
An only child of two Iranian parents the girl grew up pleasantly in her early years. Her family wasn’t wealthy in any means and was actually on the poor side only living by being financed by the ‘locals’ for providing weapons--although her parent’s main focus slowly came to prosthetics when their child was born without legs. They did everything to make sure she was comfortable and loved. Parisa always wished to walk but the prosthetics in the city were too expensive so they had to develop their own crude designs. They were far too unstable for the child, but after years of toiling on the design the child began to walk at age seven.
Although the family had their little piece of happiness in their workshop, they lived in the Black Market area, as many of the poor did: having no choice but to get involved with crime to survive. It was a vicious cycle that many couldn’t escape that Parisa soon became aware of. Watching as many people came and went asking for weapons to protect their families and to commit crimes, come back eventually mauled and brutalized begging for prosthetics to help them live normally again. It was a sad fate that only ended in death.
Parisa grew aware of the toil it put on her parents always afraid their weapons would be turned on them, or their child eventually. They were always exhausted, one or the other leaving for long hours to talk business they told her. Curiously the girl always asked why they couldn’t leave if they were hurting but they curtly explained it would be bad to leave or else their boss would get mad. The girl would argue but never get anywhere with her pestering as they said they worked hard now for her sake. Frustrated the girl watched her parents work and slowly learned the trade of working with mechanics. It was something she enjoyed tinkering away prosthetics as working on the weapons were forbidden by her parents. It was fine by the child, they were scary anyway.

In her teens conditions in the Black Market became dire as gang and mafia activity grew and crimes rose. Her parents were seen less and less on business. Annoyed but sworn to keep her mouth shut she managed the shop in her parents place as they worked feverishly. They often talked in private about the prospects of leaving. The girl by no means disagreed but they did speak of their boss in hushed whispers. Without getting the chance to ask about her suspicions they left and didn’t return.
Woken up with a start after waiting for her parents at the door the previous night the girl found a crowd outside her home. Her parents hung above the square brutalized and beaten. It was a familiar thing she grew up with as a child, a sign that reminded the district that the mafia was in control. Devastated the teen sunk into a depression as she arranged their funeral. A private funeral was arranged days after, but was rudely interrupted. A familiar sight of goons armed to the teeth surrounded her. Mafia. The head announced to her coldly about the previous contract with her parents and how they made a blood contract to survive, now it would be passed on to her and she would be forced to provide services to them. Angrily the girl lashed out that they had the gall but they told her curtly she would have to obey or be killed. Parisa vowed to hate the mafia for the rest of her life and make them pay for her suffering.
The teen pondered letting herself be killed but if another took her place in making weapons they could be defective and cause more deaths. It was the last thing she wanted. Death was sickening, yet if she worked for them she would be contributing to the communities’ inevitable demise. Weapons was nothing she worked on before but she had observed her parents for many years and studied their blueprint schematics. It was hard at first, leaving her scarred and burned from defective weapon making on her part. Many years and wounds later the girl grew into an adult mastering her trade of weaponry and prosthetics. The mafia was under new control under a man named Anuj, a man she had grown accustomed to over the years reluctantly. Getting his favor was unintentional but something she enjoyed exploiting to her advantage. Anything was collateral to get to the former head and make him suffer even if she had to use others for it.

Relationships:

Rahim: “Fucking asshole.”

Anuj: “THE BIGGER FUCKING ASSHOLE. And my boss…kinda.”

Extras:

• Started smoking cigars to look cool but now is practically addicted.

• Adores sweet things and the like. Give her anything and she’d adore you.

• From having little to no help around the shop she is actually extremely strong as she has to move machinery. Can lift three times her weight.

• Don’t pick a fight with her. Unless you hate yourself lmao.

• Wearing shades automatically makes you cool in her eyes. She loves them.

• Best way to get on her good side is to just show manners. If you give her respect she will too. If not she would dish it right back at you.

• Brushing her hair is a pain and normally gives up taming it. Help is appreciated but usually they just end up playing with it.

• Curses like a sailor out of habit and to not be looked down upon by the folks of the black street, however if it offends she will try her hardest to tone it down unless she doesn’t take kindly to you.

• If tired she will opt not to walk and go by wheelchair instead.

• Her robotic legs will overheat occasionally and cause her clothes to sear. Often doesn’t wear clothes over her prosthetics because of this.

Parisa (c)

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Description

LAUGHS I HAVE RISEN FROM THE DEAD OF FINALS AND CONS

did her a about a month and a half ago but im still proud of her so im not gonna redraw her app u gotta deal laughs

i love my bb girl lots i hope you do too yess

TW: FOR MATURE THEMES I GUESS

Name: Parisa

Pokemon: Rayquaza

Birthday: November, 22nd

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Faction: Mafia affiliation (Works directly under Anuj independently.)

Stats

Ability: Air Lock

Moves:

• Dragon Ascent

• Dragon Pulse

• Overheat

• Extremspeed

Battle Stats:

Attack:

Defense:

Speed:

Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

Occupation: Weapons Dealer

Town of Residence: Black Market District

Height: 4’10”

Personals

Personality: Loyal | Frank | Kind | Aware | Self-reliant | Fearless ||| Bold | Dour | Insecure | Intolerant| Impatient | Aimless | Sarcastic

"Trust", in her world, is all that she has and is valued to her. It is one of the only things that she can call her own and will be loyal if it’s gained. Not once to mince words as she’s on a schedule, she is quite to the point with speaking. It can leave a bad impression on others but she doesn’t mean ill of you. As much as she’s outwardly cold, kindness often comes from her actions rather than her words. She is sympathetic to others in poor situations and will help in a way that she can. Due to her living situation she grew to become well informed in the activities of others as they often visit her place of business anyways. Dealing with customers as well has led to her to notice the subtle changes in others and can read them fairly well. It’s not wise to deceive her. Living on her own for most of her life now she was forced to become self-reliant and grow up faster than what is good for a child. It has caused her to be quite crafty. Being done with people’s bullshit has led her to be quite fearless with dealing with meddlesome people. Although it goes gain her a few scars more often than not.

With nothing really to lose in her life she has become quite bold and often taking risks. It often leaves her bloodied and bruised but often she is without regrets. Hardened by harsh conditions she was became stern and unfriendly. You could only trust yourself after all. It was better to push people away than be stabbed in the back. Often she puts on a front of confidence to fool herself into not caring of what she does. She is often doubtful of herself and the choices she makes. Parisa is often intolerant of bullshit. She hasn’t time for what you need of her unless you make an impression on her; she won’t listen to your scams or smooth-talking. As she’s often on a schedule she is often impatient to get the job over with. She speaks and moves fast and if you waste her time she will have no qualms speaking her mind towards you and she won’t be kind about it. Losing her purpose in life she has found her existence to be ungratifying and pointless. She is only devoted towards surviving as it’s the only thing she knows. As she became more cynical she often mocks others especially others of higher position than her. She has no problems being cruel to you if you’re an asshole.
History
An only child of two Iranian parents the girl grew up pleasantly in her early years. Her family wasn’t wealthy in any means and was actually on the poor side only living by being financed by the ‘locals’ for providing weapons--although her parent’s main focus slowly came to prosthetics when their child was born without legs. They did everything to make sure she was comfortable and loved. Parisa always wished to walk but the prosthetics in the city were too expensive so they had to develop their own crude designs. They were far too unstable for the child, but after years of toiling on the design the child began to walk at age seven.
Although the family had their little piece of happiness in their workshop, they lived in the Black Market area, as many of the poor did: having no choice but to get involved with crime to survive. It was a vicious cycle that many couldn’t escape that Parisa soon became aware of. Watching as many people came and went asking for weapons to protect their families and to commit crimes, come back eventually mauled and brutalized begging for prosthetics to help them live normally again. It was a sad fate that only ended in death.
Parisa grew aware of the toil it put on her parents always afraid their weapons would be turned on them, or their child eventually. They were always exhausted, one or the other leaving for long hours to talk business they told her. Curiously the girl always asked why they couldn’t leave if they were hurting but they curtly explained it would be bad to leave or else their boss would get mad. The girl would argue but never get anywhere with her pestering as they said they worked hard now for her sake. Frustrated the girl watched her parents work and slowly learned the trade of working with mechanics. It was something she enjoyed tinkering away prosthetics as working on the weapons were forbidden by her parents. It was fine by the child, they were scary anyway.

In her teens conditions in the Black Market became dire as gang and mafia activity grew and crimes rose. Her parents were seen less and less on business. Annoyed but sworn to keep her mouth shut she managed the shop in her parents place as they worked feverishly. They often talked in private about the prospects of leaving. The girl by no means disagreed but they did speak of their boss in hushed whispers. Without getting the chance to ask about her suspicions they left and didn’t return.
Woken up with a start after waiting for her parents at the door the previous night the girl found a crowd outside her home. Her parents hung above the square brutalized and beaten. It was a familiar thing she grew up with as a child, a sign that reminded the district that the mafia was in control. Devastated the teen sunk into a depression as she arranged their funeral. A private funeral was arranged days after, but was rudely interrupted. A familiar sight of goons armed to the teeth surrounded her. Mafia. The head announced to her coldly about the previous contract with her parents and how they made a blood contract to survive, now it would be passed on to her and she would be forced to provide services to them. Angrily the girl lashed out that they had the gall but they told her curtly she would have to obey or be killed. Parisa vowed to hate the mafia for the rest of her life and make them pay for her suffering.
The teen pondered letting herself be killed but if another took her place in making weapons they could be defective and cause more deaths. It was the last thing she wanted. Death was sickening, yet if she worked for them she would be contributing to the communities’ inevitable demise. Weapons was nothing she worked on before but she had observed her parents for many years and studied their blueprint schematics. It was hard at first, leaving her scarred and burned from defective weapon making on her part. Many years and wounds later the girl grew into an adult mastering her trade of weaponry and prosthetics. The mafia was under new control under a man named Anuj, a man she had grown accustomed to over the years reluctantly. Getting his favor was unintentional but something she enjoyed exploiting to her advantage. Anything was collateral to get to the former head and make him suffer even if she had to use others for it.

Relationships:

Rahim: “Fucking asshole.”

Anuj: “THE BIGGER FUCKING ASSHOLE. And my boss…kinda.”

Extras:

• Started smoking cigars to look cool but now is practically addicted.

• Adores sweet things and the like. Give her anything and she’d adore you.

• From having little to no help around the shop she is actually extremely strong as she has to move machinery. Can lift three times her weight.

• Don’t pick a fight with her. Unless you hate yourself lmao.

• Wearing shades automatically makes you cool in her eyes. She loves them.

• Best way to get on her good side is to just show manners. If you give her respect she will too. If not she would dish it right back at you.

• Brushing her hair is a pain and normally gives up taming it. Help is appreciated but usually they just end up playing with it.

• Curses like a sailor out of habit and to not be looked down upon by the folks of the black street, however if it offends she will try her hardest to tone it down unless she doesn’t take kindly to you.

• If tired she will opt not to walk and go by wheelchair instead.

• Her robotic legs will overheat occasionally and cause her clothes to sear. Often doesn’t wear clothes over her prosthetics because of this.

Parisa (c)

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