Jossalyn Wright-Packard

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The personality that has made Jossalyn who she is as a person has gotten her into all kinds of trouble, gotten her out of trouble, and managed to get her into situations so awesome that other people probably can’t even dream of them. As an individual, Jossalyn is somewhat of an eccentric who has made sure that her life will not be meaningless should it be lost, and who wishes to leave a legacy behind just as her mother did. She loves her mother despite her having been gone since Jossalyn was 12, and made a promise to her to be the best person that she could be, whether that means trying to do good despite not really having a capacity for it, being a grand scientist, or fighting past internal issues so that she can handle everything thrown out her. Jossalyn is peculiar; to some this is obvious, but to others she is only a little bit different from others.

Jossalyn has both villainous and heroic tendencies, outlining a neutrality that acts as a slate for development in the future, but as time goes on she gets darker. Killing has likely always been an act she was capable of committing. Her borderline sociopathic tendencies mean that it is easier for Jossalyn to commit villainous acts, to be drawn to power, and, with the right event, she could even develop delusions of grandeur. Jossalyn’s morality, however, has been defined by her life experiences, and there limits to her actions. Massacring children? It’s viewed as a completely unnecessary act by Jossalyn in most circumstances. Killing a witness to something she doesn’t want word to spread about? Absolutely necessary most of the time, even if that person is considered a friend, though the exact circumstances and relationship could determine what occurs. If children are the witnesses? Jossalyn isn’t opposed to killing children. Still, she would try to avoid it. In fact, she’s likely to be extremely careful because of that possibility.

Jossalyn has a certain air of confidence about her. An assurance that she worked hard to acquire, that borders on arrogance at times. An amusing contradiction is that she knows she is a skilled individual who views her work as a kind of art, but like all artists is highly critical, and might never appreciate her artwork or skill as much as others could. The opinions of other people don’t necessarily get to her like they would for some others. She wants to look nice, seeing it as a requirement to keep up the way she looks for her job, to maintain some amount of professionalism while keeping the personal flair of her clothing style. Jossalyn knows that some people consider her strange, or different, and she hates that people have this opinion, but she isn’t going to try to change herself. Besides, the therapist she has said that “trying to change parts of yourself that can’t be changed can break you, or at the very least lower your opinion of yourself. You’re the way that you are for a reason, and, though there are going to be issues that can be worked on, there are always some things that don’t need changing”.

People aren’t necessarily incorrect when they say that Jossalyn is strange. Jossalyn’s past has led her to be guarded, and a bit out of sorts when it comes to people; she has difficulty feeling sympathy, so she feigns it, needing to feel close to a person, and/or identify with what happened, though she won’t feel sympathy everything sad or disappointing that happens to those close to her - would you feel sympathy for all of the little things? Everyone can become desensitized to some things. She also has difficulty forming close relationships, but it isn’t always exclusively her fault, and then there are times when she has nothing to do with it because some people shun those that they see as different.

Jossalyn isn’t without her positive traits, however, even if she is a highly flawed individual with a past that has played a part in making her the way she is. A highly devoted and industrious woman, she has worked hard to get to her position in life, fighting past personal issues to overcome obstacles, and get closer to achieving the internal goal of being the best that she very can for her mother. Her position in the science community at such a young age highlights this, and it is her dream to live her days out as a scientist making change, making the new, perhaps becoming a recognized pioneer one day so that people can be aware that she has made a change, that she has done something, not for the fame, but because of deeper reasons, of fears of being forgotten, of worry about never contributing something to the universe - one day, at least, this could be possible, there have been some reports on the less classified parts of it. Jossalyn is loyal to those people or groups that have earned it, and respects those who have earned that as well; how you can earn this varies, though if you earn both loyalty and respect you still may not have earned trust, because trust is an entirely different ballgame; she is loyal to those close to her as well, though family matters can always cause a fight, and friendships can always be broken, because circumstance is a cruel thing. She can even be thoughtful if she cares about you… or wants something, which brings us to another point about her personality.

Capable of being as manipulative and devious as any of the old families of the planet, she can talk her way out of difficult positions, lie to get close to her enemy as a new ‘ally’ only to stab them in the back, or be stubborn enough to cheat her way to victory in combat. Hateful judgment of superhumans for what they are is something that Jossalyn despises, but she can be quite judgmental herself. When it comes to humor, Jossalyn isn’t absent of it. It just isn’t always clear whether or not she is using her sometimes sarcastic, sometimes odd, sometimes dark sense of humor, if her filter is broken, or both, though she knows when to hold her tongue.

An inquisitive and curious mind has helped make Jossalyn who she is, driving her to try to become more of a people person, to question things that play a part in her political beliefs. Without that inquisitive and curious mind, Jossalyn might not be able to be lively at any time, she might not even ever feel comfortable around people except for her closest family members, but she does have it, and that makes her happy. Though it doesn’t negate her flaws, Jossalyn is able to be more friendly and social than not; some might consider her okay, but far from perfect social skills to be a result of either her manipulative tendencies or self-esteem guiding her to develop them so that she’d be disliked less.

Respect and loyalty were talked about earlier. Jossalyn has no qualms about killing people, though her opinion on torture changes based on the situation. Out of respect and loyalty, Jossalyn might hold herself back for some people; even ‘might’ is subjective, however. Severe enough circumstances, a sense of necessity, and/or the possibility of no one ever finding out when it would benefit her somehow could drive her to do either. Despite having a sense of logic to her capability for killing, Jossalyn understands that there are times when the example should be ‘they need to die. No one should ever be able to do this, and no other punishment is acceptable’, or ‘you need to protect people. The only way to do this is to eliminate the issue. Permanently’. Of course, things could easily change, and so could her direction in life. Heroes don’t always have to be perfect. Some heroes even kill the bad guys. Not that Jossalyn will be a hero, or anything. She adores excitement, and sometimes even combat, the thought of excitement having driven her to join a certain research team, but she certainly knows how to pick her battles. She can be cautious, too, and daring in others. She usually won’t fight someone stronger if she can avoid it; she won’t needlessly put her life at risk, either; she can be daring in her choices, though, and it could certainly make her decide differently in some areas.

Personality Strengths:

• Creative
• Dutiful
• Wary
• Eccentric
• Industrious
• Confident

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Personality Weaknesses:

• Insensitive
• Requires attachment to stay somewhere
• Judgmental
• Borderline sociopathic tendencies
  
• Secretive
• Often closed off
• Lonely
• Difficulty forming close relationships
• Mental stability comes with difficulty

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Other Strengths:

• Probably brilliant - Jossalyn’s eugenically selected genes have come into play. Achieving doctorate-level knowledge thanks to her days at college, Jossalyn’s mind is a true piece of art. She might think herself more intelligent than anyone in a room most of the time, but the problem with her ego is that she might be right. Though she can turn into a preening egotist with delusions about her greatness, Jossalyn is a scientist with a skill level often only seen in more experienced scientists. Technically a polymath, Jossalyn’s knowledge in STEM is widespread. . The downside is that it feeds her delusions, and is why she has this concept of ‘Starlight Children’. Before everything else, including Jossalyn’s slipping martial arts skills, Jossalyn Packard is a highly educated scientist. Her skill set revolves around a focus on power theory, understanding superhuman, supernatural, and other beyond human abilities, as well as Pokemon, and often working on projects attempting to mimic them, through either power armor, serums, or something else entirely (these are likely entirely theoretical, however). Technically, she is a geneticist with much more understanding in physics and other STEM fields than a layman. Jossalyn is an excellent scientist, with a skill level and knowledge far exceeding her two Master’s degrees. Brilliant and highly devoted, she could develop some pretty sophisticated technology or beings, especially if she had a development team.
• Martial Arts - Though unrelated, the base for Jossalyn’s idiosyncratic fighting style is made up of tessenjutsu, the Southern Praying Mantis, and the Northern Praying Mantis. Making up the rest of her combat style are attributes borrowed from the Fujian White Crane, Southern Dragon Kung Fu, and Monkey Kung Fu. Attached to her battle fans (which are made out of a titanium-tungsten alloy reinforced by carbon nanotubes in a metal matrix composite) are retractable cable-like things linking them to Jossalyn’s wrists, allowing her to extend and retract them as needed, giving her some range. Note that Jossalyn does not know all of the Fujian White Crane, Southern Dragon Kung Fu, or Monkey Kung Fu; they are merely supplemental to her primary skill base, not anything she has expertise in. If she relied on, say, Fujian White Crane exclusively, Jossalyn would likely get her butt kicked.

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Other Weaknesses:

• Probably paranoid - Jossalyn lives in a condominium, rather than an estate with servants. She has a few assistants, but they work professionally and aren’t linked to her father or her clan. Why? She says it’s independence, and a part of it is, but honestly it’s more paranoia than anything. If Jossalyn’s father wasn’t watching her through her servants, then someone else was. He has problems, too, though, being a little bit more protective than he should be with a 27 year old daughter. NOTE: She still has access to a palatial estate, among other pieces of real estate, but it’s really only used for social gatherings nowadays.
• Prone to delusions - Jossalyn can develop delusions quite easily. She believes that she is destined to achieve greatness as one of the ‘Starlight Children’, a term she coined that refers to those meant to achieve their dreams, entirely and without leaving anything out.
• Mental Illness and developmental issues - While the things above can be considered part of her mental illness and development issues, the problems don’t end there. As a child, Jossalyn couldn’t even bare to be around other children. She only tolerated one or two. Those two kids were her only friends for most of her childhood, and at first they weren’t even really friends. She still has issues with that. It’s part of her judgmental attitude, insensitivity, and the layers of companionship she has. She has borderline sociopathic traits, is on the Spectrum (she has Asperger’s), suffers from PTSD, and has the potential to “fall off the wagon” at any moment, with a higher predisposition to developing addictions.

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Note: My posts will be in third person, but I wrote the background this way to connect to my character.

I’ve had an interesting 27 years, but having an interesting life isn’t always a good thing, especially in a world like the one that we live in today. That’s why a certain culture says “may you have an interesting life”, or “may you meet interesting people” to those who have left a bad taste in their mouth, or when they’re the really grouchy manager of a certain fast food restaurant. My story has been a bit of a troublesome one, if you really think about it, but I still live for the excitement that it offers me - and sometimes I regret that. To tell you my story, I guess that I would really have to start with my parents. Maybe I’m only mentioning them because I miss her… and remember the day that she died.

Before I opened the green eyes that would come to see so much, my mother met the man that she would come to fall in love with. The sky was a crystal blue, quite the uncharacteristic hue for a usually gray winter day, on the day that they came in Alola. My mother, Iris Wright, was in a cafe sipping on the fancy, rare, and clearly imported tea that had just been served to her, when a man approached, and commented on her hair, her eyes, the milky flesh that merged with every other feature to create a woman who was remarkably beautiful. Many men had lusted after her - women, too - but Parker Packard was a different kind of man, and she didn’t sense any lust in his eyes. He walked away, giving a charming grin, and taking a seat at a different table.

The air was filled with the smell of coffee, fine teas, spice, and a hint of citrus - the combination could have only created the best of atmospheres. Was that atmosphere the reason that a spark ignited in the air, or was it the total lack of judgment, the sheer sincerity of their actions that sparked it? Both had experienced hatred, shock, and every other kind of judgment for who they were, what they were, or even what they did. Both had been through things that had given them a kind of mutual understandings, and the first spark of love had linked them, made them curious, given them something extra that day. Over the course of the next several weeks, they would bond in that cafe where they first met.

Three years of dating followed, they learned everything about each other, then they decided that marriage was the greatest idea that they had ever shared, and Parker Packard slipped a ring onto the finger of his new bride. Mother knew that father wasn’t in the most legal work as a hired gun. Father knew that mother was an exceptionally powerful individual with beyond human capabilities, but was willing to learn how to simply be human if it meant growing old with her lover. She was possibly the most powerful Psionic EVO - or psychic, if you prefer - ever to be born into the Wrights, perhaps the entire clan at large. They lived together for a few years, and then the couple decided that they wanted to raise a child together. They had an epic romance, always loved to dance, went out to eat on dates, and when they had me things did change, but the epic romance only strengthened, they danced as happily as before, and they brought me out on dates. My mother and father were in love, and they loved me. It was… happiness. Normalcy, for the most part.

I was twelve years old when it happened, when the disaster that would reshape my life would change. I wouldn’t be able to do anything despite the training that my father had been giving me, and that helplessness would haunt me forever. My father was outside of our home on a mission and my mother and I were back in Alola, doing something that he had carefully avoided mentioning to my mother and I. Behind the scenes of that year, outside of the public eye, a force of terrorists prepared to snatch my mother’s DNA and her exceptionally rare collection of Pokemon.

Into that same Alolan cafe, the enemy went. My mother was there when the screams started in the shopping market, just walking, minding her business. The rogues saw us as targets, and they were about to strike at us when she stepped in front of me, eyes igniting a cerulean blue. She told me to run with my little brother, and hide. She was strong enough to find us anywhere. There was no hiding from the mighty Warp. The mighty wrath of Iris Packard, tore them apart, but fear had gotten to her, worry, shame for humanity, panic when she realized that there was more than what she had taken out. Warp died protecting her daughter and son. Oh, did I forget to mention my brother? His name is Bastion. He doesn’t need much of a mention, though. Anyway, Iris shined no longer, and all but Asteria’s mother - an Alolan Vulpix from a line of well-bred foxes - was taken.

I remember letting out a fearful, surprised scream, the smell of burnt flesh, obliterated concrete, and molten metal filling my senses, my eyes watering from the tears, and from the toxic smoke filling the air, and then it went black. I woke up to someone picking me up, and panicked, only to be calmed by their words. It was horrible. He hid my eyes, the man I knew as my kin. The next thing he did was make sure that nothing could be discovered about me. That’s the only reason I hid. His ability set was well suited to the task.

Apparently, I had become unconscious again. When I woke, the first face I saw was that of a kind man’s. Nurses and doctors walked outside the curtain, and then I noticed that my father was there, and I teared up, in pain, afraid, missing my mother, but he calmed me before I did. His eyes were red. Had father been crying? Father never cried. Mother really had died, then. I asked where my brother was, panicking at his absence, ashamed that I didn't stay awake to watch over him. He was in another hospital room. They explained that to me. He was in better shape than I was. He avoided the lacerations, but a panic attack had messed with his vitals, and caused him to hyperventilate into unconsciousness, so he was being watched. Little boys younger than their older, but still young sisters simply aren’t made for things that their siblings can barely handle.

Father could barely look at me. I was too reminiscent of mother, I think. So, he was talking to my kin about my… education. The le D’Aboville Estate provided certain kinds of teaching. Though my abilities hadn’t manifested - and haven’t, still - they taught me something.

My time at the estate was another part of the interesting life that I was talking about. Therapy was part of it, but I would often have nightmares that wouldn’t be conquered for a few years. Sometimes I still have nightmares of losing her. They fed me, clothed me, took care of me, and they helped me become the woman that I am today. Things were always difficult for me, and I wasn’t sure if I would make it. I often ventured out to a nearby, picturesque lake. One time a boy joined me, and we bonded over it, and would one day discover that we were more alike than we once thought. That makes me smile. He was cute, too. Of course, I wasn’t good with people then, but I had made a friend, and I still actually talk to that man. At that time, I was able to start making friends again, but I still wasn’t the greatest child in the world. My father came to visit me all the time, too. He had finally gotten over not being able to be reminded of my mother. He even saved everything that mom owned, and gave me the boxes.

I was always a smart child, and an overachiever. I graduated at age 15 with a perfect score thanks to my focus on education, accepting entry into a Kadabra League school. My education would stress me out to no end, but I had graduated high school young young, and wasn’t going to let this opportunity escape me. I loved art, but I also liked the idea of business, and my art could be practiced without a degree in it. The plan for college was to attend Alolan University to double major for two master’s of science, my skill set eventually developing to have a focus on power theory, understanding superhuman abilities (and often working on projects attempting to mimic them, through either power armor, serums, or something else entirely, though my skills alone can’t handle that), though technically I’m a geneticist with much more understanding of physics than a layman. I got good grades, but they weren’t the best. I was a little disappointed in myself, since my mother got better grades than I did. I’m supposed to be the best for her. I promised.

College was a stressful experience. What little free time I did have attending a Kadabra League, I used to interact with people. I wanted to get myself out there so that I didn’t linger, and end up dying on the inside. College helped shape my personality a bit more. The combat style from my time at the estate was full of my personality, and it found a home when I joined a martial arts club to put my training from father into some sort of social sport; he had always wanted me to put to work what I learned, but not to become like him. The survival training hasn’t seen much use until now, and the education on the human anatomy failed to escalate into the education on enhanced interrogation that I would have to figure out myself. He was still protective, after all. Some would call him boring.

Anyway, after college, I had the chance for an amazing job. That job was with Epique, a corporation founded by members of my clan.

To work with Epique as a scientist was one of the most exciting experiences that I had. I worked well for a time, doing my job, but then things started to change for me. I was still living under someone’s shadow, though, and this time it was not my mother’s alone. So, I decided to leave Alola, and reach for something different in Stellara. There, Clan le D’Aboville reached, but did not have any prominent members. It was there that I could become powerful, influential, and accomplished without constantly being under the shadow of my clansmen.

Here in Stellara, I will shine as bright as mother did.


NAME — Asteria
NICKNAME — The Starlight Fox
LEVEL — 5
SPECIES — Alolan Vulpix
TYPE — Ice
EGG GROUP — Field
ABILITY — Snow Cloak
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Female
HEIGHT — 2’11”
WEIGHT — 28 lbs
MOVE LIST —

+ Tail Whip
+ Powder Snow
+ Moon Blast

PERSONALITY — Asteria has been by Jossalyn’s side for years. Though the fox hasn’t seen much battling, her breeding shows, albeit not necessarily through her personality. In terms of her personality, Asteria isn’t exactly what most would want from a line of Vulpixes that has been around for decades. Restless and incredibly stubborn, Asteria is a hyperactive fox with a vicious streak that you would only expect from a fox Pokemon.

Her deviousness is likely on par with Jossalyn’s, perhaps surpassing it. As devious as she is, Asteria is also equally caring and courageous. Her protective attitude fits hand in hand with her possessiveness and loyalty. All in all, the combination makes for a fox that is perfect for close bonding, but Asteria is not without difficulty. She is adventurous, large for her size, and empowered with the capabilities of her ancestors. Though relatively weak at the moment, Asteria isn’t without her own ambitions.[/div]