PERSONAL

Gender: Female

Kit: Alien

Location: New York City

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy

VITAL STATS

Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )

RECORD

Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 23

Personal Losses: 34

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0

STATUS

Status: Disabled

He who fights monsters

My name is unpronounceable to your human tongue. Just call me "Jasmine Smith" for any reference. I was born (according to your human calendar) on November 7, 1990, but ignore my own past. I will tell you how I got to Earth.

When my people made contact with your governments, we figured that your species seemed to be friendly. I am of the planet Zycloptikalill, which is light-years from your blue planet. My father was an ambassador to your blue planet and I tagged along. The reason why we had contact with your species: We discovered you humans and thought we can practice commerce with all of you. We are a benevolent warrior race who swore an oath to watch all over the races. However, some need another source of revenue. My people were not interested in killing your species off and taking over at all. However, some of your species (specifically those men with green uniforms) thought I was up to no good and I became interned.

"Hey, that seems to be a ploy lulling us into fake security! Arrest them!" Their leader said.

My father was killed and I was captured.

I sat in the dark cell for an eternity. No windows, just darkness and a gleam of light from the door slot. Day in and day out they shovel in mashed food through that slot like they were feeding an animal. Every day I pick up the container and toss it against the door at them. I may die of starvation, but I won't be treated this way.

It was night I thought. I am so weak--I can only sleep and occasionally stare at the ceiling of my cell. The door opens and light pours in; I turn my head to the side feebly to see the man approaching me.

"Ms. Jaz- Ms. Jazxa?"

"Don't bother trying to pronounce it. Your species lacks the vocabulary."

"I see. What can I call you then?"

"Whatever you like I suppose. Just don't expect me to gratefully accept it."

I see him pulling a file from his shoulder.

"Ms. Jasmine, I apologize for what has happened. My name is Andrew. I m here to let you out."

Andrew was a...what do you call those breeds of workers, socialists? Anyway, it was awkward, but I befriended the man, Andrew Simmons. He had a soft spot for me and decided to help just because he can. After my release, I delved into vigilante action on your planet as the Angels of Mercy invited me in.

Being a lady, I expect to be treated as one. Get on my good side and I am friendly, compassionate, social and even romantic. The young man who helped me, Andrew Simmons, is my good friend and he and I have on and off romantic episodes. I ignore those who see it as off color due to prejudices. Back where I'm from, you greet a lady and bow down to show that you are not a threat. You also bend over backwards as you withdraw, showing your flexibility. Rigid males are LOOKED DOWN on. Also, we often see other races as ruder due to lack of meaningful rituals. I've seen some human rituals. Some were similar to ours.

Rub off on my bad side, I can be a real bitch. Just because my father is an ambassador does not mean I'm a daddy's girl or whatever you humans say. I'm rugged, vicious, and not to be trifled with. Besides, I deserve better. If you help me, I will help you. Hurt me, and I will hurt you. However, if you speak to me in a dirty, naughty way, I'm not stupid enough to kill you. I just simply scoff and ignore due to your inferior insults, especially from pathetic, shaved apes. When push comes to...ah whatever. Just think that I'm not disproportionate.

For those who gave kindness (even kind words to me) will have my utter gratitude and by my honor, I will be mutual. For those who are mean or evil, I will surely smite. Make your human mind comprehend it and you will realize it all.

Natural healing

     Regeneration: standard (rank 1)

Although this would seem odd to you humans, it is but a natural ability for my race. Let me demonstrate.

(She then takes a razor)

Now watch carefully!

(Jasmine cuts herself, leaving a thin, bleeding laceration)

(Her wound heals within two minutes, with the bleeding stopping within seconds.)

Our healing factor is 40 times faster than that of a humans. I've seen that a minor wound for a human would take your earth days to heal. For me, it only takes your earth minutes. Our species evolved to heal quickly due to the environment being filled with hazards. Still, I think I should move onto what I have with me right--AH!

(She is cut by throwing knife from an assailant. Jasmine pulls it out)

Wait a moment...

(Male screams can be heard)

I used what I will describe soon in a little bit.

KAR-95

     Concussive Weapon: superior (rank 2)

• Ranged Attack
• Multi-Attack

This weapon is called the KAR-95 (I would not bother to tell you the full acronym), which is similar to your assault guns with burning projectiles. Our weapons are similar to your weaponry anyhow. It launches tiny grenades that pack a lot of punch, but it is designed to take down armored troops, so its radius is about less than a meter, so it lacks the ability to kill multiple opponents at a time. I named mine, "Little Joey." Joey, like all his brothers, is a very naughty boy. He is selective fire, has a rate of 750 rounds per second when in full auto, and has 75 tiny grenades that go into the body and explode. Still, I have to watch myself. Ten seconds later, I have to reload. Good thing my species is naturally quick, so reloading is less of a nuisance.

(A tank comes in to blow her to bits)

(She readies her weapon, aims, and fires on full auto, subduing the tank and people)

That was an unexpected interruption. Anyhow...

Knowing the weaponry

     Marksman: standard (rank 1)

Of course I know how to use Little Joey. My marksman (Is that what you humans call it?) is rather suitable. It isn't bad nor good, but just right. I can hit a target well during target practice and small fights, but during these high adrenaline situations, I would usually hit the targets half the time. It does not help that Joey has some amount to recoil, but I'm sure to overcome most of it. And no, I have not shot my allies because when I shoot, I shoot to kill, knowing my enemy is in front of me. The tank is a good demonstration as I have shown you.

(She points to the remains, showing that the middle was the most hit area)

I aim for central mass. More likely for hits and is much more lethal for my boy over here.

Follow me immediately for something more---wait, there is a fly in the...lotion.

(A tank comes again)

(She guns down the tank, hitting it for a good portion of the time)

"Ugh...I'm dying yet you are lucky, alien! You can't hit the broadside of a barn."

(The soldier dies ingloriously)

Why would I hit the broadside of a barn anyway?

Unarmed combat

     Martial Arts: standard (rank 1)

Even if Joey is separated from me, I'm still a threat. I was taught a system of unarmed combat of your planet, utilizing my superior speed. It was from the Angels of Mercy, which their system did match your military styles. I even disarm weapons and kill with their own weaponry. Those contemptible shaved primates would not stand a chance against a practitioner with my reflexes I'll show you right now.

(A man wielding a knife charges. Her move: a swift bare-knuckle punch which would rupture the larynx and crush the trachea)

(The attacker suffocates, cannot breathe, wheezes, all while dying of suffocation and blunt force trauma His larynx is flattened due to the speed of the punch and how humans are sensitive)

That force is because I use the sharp end of my knuckle, not the blunt areas. I also use some leg for the job.

(Another man attacks, meeting a swift kick to the diaphragm, making him collapse with the wind knocked out)

Time to follow up.

(She then gives an unrestrained beat-down to the man, seeing him dying and bruised brutally)

(Jasmine disarms a gunman and then shoot him in the face with his own handgun, using her faster speed, being faster than any human)