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Jenny "Jinx" Li
Played By: Nowhere Girl

Jenny "Jinx" Li by Nowhere Girl

TEAM: Solo Hero


KIT CLASS: Everyman

The Duchess of LOWTOWN

Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 16 wins!

Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 9
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 7
Out of League Losses: 6
Total Wins: 16
Total Losses: 9
Player One - Loss 11-15
Tier - Win 15-12
The Wanderer - Win 14-13
Sarah "Doll" Sheol - Loss 15-17
Wither - Win 17-12
Maximus Crimaeus - Win 21-7
Vance - Win 19-8
Sand in the Scales, the Famine - Win 20-11
Silus Saitorie: Bounty Hunter - Win 15-13
Return of the Noobs - Win 18-13
Zoot Suit Riot - Win 3-2
Arick Huebris - Win 22-18
Bunny - Win 28-23
Lords of Mojo - Win 10-9
Fastest Pussycat - Win 19-14
Orange Juice - Win 16-15
Ghiest - Loss 14-17
Vegas - Win 13-7
Hell's Bookie - Loss 6-10
Baby - Loss 8-14
Armageddon Arms Dealer - Loss 5-9
Dangerman: Jack of All Rescues - Loss 7-10
The Ancient Beast - Loss 6-11
Crow is of Death, Crow is of Doom - Loss 3-11
Nathaniel Jarvis - Win 8-5

It all started with a sword.

Or, more accurately, it all started at the EZ Pawnz pawn shop, where Jenny Li worked as a clerk, and where, on that fateful day, someone came in to sell a seemingly innocent sword. It was a very attractive sword -- in fact, a gorgeous, flexible tai chi blade with red tassels hanging from the pommel -- but for all that, still just a sword.

Of course, at the time, Jenny thought nothing of it. Nor did she think anything of it on the way home from work, or when she walked into her apartment and breathed a small sigh of relief after a hard day's work, or while she cooked a late dinner, or even while she sat quietly and ate it while checking her e-mail.

When she was about to get into bed and found the sword there, waiting for her, she finally thought something of it.

A few things, in fact. Surprise gave way to disbelief, which ushered in denial. She blinked, but the sword was still there. She tried blinking again, but the sword stubbornly continued to exist and not oblige her by peacefully vacating the premises.

Hesitantly, she picked it up. It was feather-light and wonderfully balanced, which surprised her -- not so much that the weapon was well-balanced, but rather that she could tell the difference to begin with.

Putting it back down, Jenny sat down on the bed and tried to remember when she had accidentally picked the sword up and taken it with her, but the memory of doing so eluded her. More, she found it extremely difficult to work out how she could accidentally take a sword along and somehow not notice, then hide it from herself in her own bed, again without noticing. The only thing she managed to recall was that a customer had come in that day to sell a sword that looked exactly like it.

Was someone playing a prank on her?


Personality: Of course, that was probably it.

Tomorrow, she'd take the sword with her to work and sort it out. It probably wasn't even the same one that customer had brought in. In fact, she reflected, this was *exactly* the kind of joke Lisa, or possibly Glenn, would pull on her. All they'd need is a confederate, someone she wouldn't recognize, to sell her the sword at work. And after all, they both had keys to her apartment!

Lying down and closing her eyes, she couldn't help giggling a little. It *was* a pretty clever prank.




Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).


Standard Normal human agility.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Standard Normal human mental resources.

Qiong Tong

  • Power: Slicing Attack
  • Level:Supreme
  • Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Easy to Loseitem
The next day, she took the sword with her on her way to work, just in case, although she strongly suspected it was a duplicate of the one the customer had sold. Odd, though, that her friends would spend so much money on a simple prank.

Maybe the shop owner was in on it, too, and had provided the swords? Or could a reality TV program be involved somehow?

Still pondering the possibilities, she parked her car in the lot of the EZ Pawnz, got out, and almost walked right into the tall, dark man in the long, black coat, whom she noticed was brandishing a katana.

Wait, a what?

"My name is Julian De Rossa," he told her coldly, his tone harsh and menacing. "I have long searched for the legendary sword Qiong Tong. Give it to me or die."

Overloaded beyond hope of recovery, Jenny's brain took a time-out to reboot. "Huh?"

"Give it to me or die," he repeated.


"The sword!"

She blinked. "The sword?" Then, seeing the strange man's impatience growing, and noticing how sharp and well-suited for carving up store clerks that katana looked, Jenny's brain got back to work. "Oh! The sword."

She swallowed nervously, suddenly very aware of her precarious situation, and abruptly decided on the proper course of action.

"Here! Take it!" she cried, quickly flinging her sword at the surprised man hilt-first and then running full-tilt toward the store while he fumbled with it.

Flinging the door open, she scrambled inside, slammed it shut behind her, and only then chanced a look back into the parking lot.

The strange man was gone.

The rest of the day was more than a little surreal for Jenny. As it happened, the sword the customer had sold the day before was *not* in the store as it should have been, and there was no record of it having been sold to anyone else. She tried calling her friends, but no matter how hard she pressed, none of them admitted to having played any kind of prank on her.

At the end of her shift, with a sigh of resignation, Jenny rang the sword up and paid for it herself. Better that than risk being accused of stealing from the store. Then she went home.

When she found the sword waiting for her in her bed again, her poor, overtaxed brain drew the curtains shut and flipped off the lights for a little while.

Instant Mastery

  • Power: Sword Master
  • Level:Supreme
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Easy to Loseitem
When she came to, Jenny gingerly picked up the sword, again marveling, in spite of herself, at the fine balance. She tried a few experimental strikes and poses with it, and only after a few moments did it occur to her to wonder *where*, exactly, she had learned how to use a sword.

In fact, she was sure she hadn't!

Jenny sparred expertly against an invisible opponent for a few more moments, as if to reassure herself that she wasn't, in fact, dreaming, then set the weapon aside, shaking her head.

Maybe this would all make more sense in the morning, somehow.

Julian De Rossa, Master Swordsman

Julian was waiting for Jenny when she arrived at work. The look on his face suggested that perhaps he wasn't there for a friendly chat.

"You!" he growled, taking a menacing step toward her.

Frantically, Jenny began looking for a likely escape route. Her car? No, she probably couldn't get back in and start it in time.

"You can have the sword!" she said quickly, trying to offer it to him hilt-first. "I don't want it!"

"I won't fall for that twice!" he snarled, lunging at her.

Jenny barely managed to bring her sword up in time to avoid being decapitated. The unfamiliar impact rattled her, and she backpeddled -- desperately, frantically, and only just barely parrying the swordman's attacks. Even with her unexpected, newfound skill with the blade, she quickly realized it would only be a matter of time before Julian broke through her defenses and cut her to ribbons.

Or would it?

As Jenny began to relax and settle into her rhythm, she noticed a strange thing happening: Julian's masterful attacks were becoming clumsy and awkward. Amateurish, even. The look of bewildered frustration plainly written on his face told her this development was as unexpected to him as it was to her.

"Problems?" she asked curiously, casually ducking a painfully telegraphed swing.

"Shut up!" he snarled, flailing at her with another wild slash. She effortlessly captured his blade with her own, then snapped it down along the length of the katana to clip his hand. With a cry of pain, he dropped the weapon, holding his injured hand.

And then, feeling the tip of her sword under his chin, he froze.

"I think it's time for you to go," Jenny told him, hoping he couldn't hear the terrified tightness in her stomach. "And don't come back. Ever."

He didn't.

Gremlins in the Machine

After work, Jenny went straight home and, microwaving a frozen dinner for herself, immediately began researching "Qiong Tong" and "sword" together online, looking for any mention of the strange weapon. Most of the hits had nothing to do with it, but after about an hour of digging, she managed to find a reference to a legend surrounding a sword of the same name.

According to the passage, the origin of the sword was shrouded in mystery, but its name referred to "fortune and misfortune" (which, despite being part Chinese herself, Jenny hadn't known, as she never learned the language). It was believed that the sword bestowed great fortune on its owner and great misfortune on everyone who opposed its owner.

She would have to visit the local Magick & More tomorrow to try to learn more, she decided. Luckily, she had the day off, so she could take the time. Sword still in hand, she went to bed.

She would never even know about the hacker whose computer had unexpectedly fried its CPU that very night while he tried to invade her machine.

No Psychic Friends, Thanks

Anxious to learn more about her mysterious sword, Jenny hit the door of the Magick & More the moment it opened that morning. Khazan being a nexus of all manner of supernatural things, the highly successful chain of magic shops had long ago spread all over the city.

Making a beeline for the customer service counter, she addressed the clerk, a pimply faced teenager whose nametag identified him as "Mike."

"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me more about this sword? I'm pretty sure it's magical."

The clerk took it and looked it over carefully for several moments.

"Um, I'm still, y'know, new. I'm, um, I haven't, um, been trained on, like, on, um, like on item ID yet," he managed to stammer out after a few moments of pointlessly staring at the sword.

Jenny sighed. This could end up taking a while.

"Could you get me someone who has been?"

Faced with this incredible intellectual challenge, Mike spent several long moments thinking. Jenny fancied she could see the gears slowly grinding together.

"Oh yeah, like, um, I think, um, what's her name, um, the swords department supervisor, can like, um, can help you," he said finally.

Jenny waited, looking at Mike. Mike looked at Jenny. Several more moments passed.

"Could you please call her?" she asked finally.

"Oh yeah! Um, like, hold on a sec."

Another few moments.

"Hey, um, Lisa, what's, um, the number to, um, the swords department?"

Finally, the supervisor of the swords department, a middle-aged woman whose name turned out to be Patrice, appeared to rescue Jenny from Mike.

"Ahhh, yes," she said after Jenny told her her story and explained her experiences with the sword, as well as what she'd learned from last night's research. "It seems you've already learned most of what I can tell you. There are three more things you should know, however."

"First," she said, "Qiong Tong is intelligent and self-aware. When it feels the time is right, it can speak with you."

"Second, it chooses and bonds with its owner, and once it does, it will always seek the person out. As you've already found, you can temporarily lose Qiong Tong, but as long as you live, it will always find you again."

"Third, Qiong Tong, by its very nature, attracts trouble."

"Trouble?" Jenny echoed.

"Trouble," Patrice confirmed. "Like the swordsman who attacked you."

"How do I get rid of it?"

The woman chuckled. "As far as I know, my dear? You don't."

Nearby, a man who had been listening to the conversation looked hard at Jenny, sending a mental command to her to follow him.

She never even noticed.


Sitting outside in her car, Jenny sighed softly. "So I guess I'm stuck with you for now, sword."

"Qiong Tong," the sword corrected.


"Qiong Tong." Jenny realized she was hearing the voice in her head. It sounded like an ancient Chinese nobleman, or perhaps just what she imagined an ancient Chinese nobleman might sound like. "My name is not 'sword.' It is Qiong Tong."

"Oh." Jenny sat in silence for a moment, then decided that maybe she should try asking some questions.

"Why haven't you spoken to me before now?" she asked.

"You never spoke to me before now," the sword pointed out.

"That's n -- okay, that's true, but it's a silly answer!" Jenny imagined she heard the sword chuckling at her.

"Okay, then why me? Is it because I'm part Chinese?"


"Oh, then let me guess: you're about to tell me I'm some warrior of destiny, like I'm the next in a long line of people who are born to wield you, like to fight vampires or something crazy like that. Is that it?"

"I think, perhaps, you have been watching too much television."

Jenny let her head hit the steering wheel. "Then why?"

"I just felt like it."

Jenny looked at the sword incredulously. "You just felt like it?"


"And you're just going to keep following me around, aren't you?"


"And I can't get rid of you, can I?"

"Not a chance."

"Shit," Jenny said, with feeling. The sword just chuckled again.

Starting up her car, she drove off, leaving the sorceress who had followed her out of the store to try to puzzle out why, exactly, her spell had failed.

Systems ... failing ...

The next few weeks were a surreal blur for Jenny, as she found her comfortably mundane world turned upside down. Suddenly, it seemed as though every vampire lord, evil wizard, villainous mastermind and marauding ninja clan was showing up on her doorstep. They had any of a dozen and more reasons why, of course, but Jenny was beginning to realize that the real reason was always the same.

Hacking apart an evil artificially intelligent robot whose heavily armored shell somehow completely failed to protect it from her attacks, Jenny reflected that in a strange, crazy kind of way, she was beginning to enjoy the strange turn her life had taken. After all, had her mundane, routine existence before *really* been better?

Warming Up to It?

Later, as she easily dismantled a would-be supervillain called Perfect Zero whose cold- and ice-based powers had suddenly abandoned him, she reflected that, in fact, she really did like the feeling of purpose and importance she had discovered.

She even had a name now! Before beginning to spectacularly fail to hurt her, Perfect Zero had referred to her as "that Jinx bitch." Jinx. Jenny "Jinx" Li. She wasn't just some random store clerk anymore! Why, some might even say --

"If you don't hurry, you'll be late for work," Qiong Tong reminded her.


Facing Her Demons

As her name began to spread, however, Jenny finally attracted enough attention to get a few minor endorsements. Nothing serious, but it was enough to let her quit her dead-end job, which, after all, had barely paid enough to keep her alive anyway. She became, to her own surprise, a full-time superheroine.

But wasn't she really still just Jenny, the random nobody who until recently worked as a clerk at the EZ Pawnz?



"Yes," the boy repeated, looking up at her. On the surface, he looked as though he couldn't be more than 10. His manner and the strange look in his eyes told a different tale. "You're still just Jenny, the random nobody."

Where had he come from, anyway? And how did he know what she was thinking?

"Your sword is disrupting some of my powers," he admitted, "but that isn't one of them." His eyes were glowing now, twin pools of liquid flame.

Jenny looked around. The street was empty. They were alone.

"Who are you?" she asked, taking a step back and drawing Qiong Tong. Now she faced not a small boy but a full-grown man with blazing red eyes, brandishing a black-bladed scimitar. A demon, Jenny realized.

"My name isn't important," he replied, "but you may take this with you into death: Nergal sends his regards."

Heightened Reflexes

  • Power: Super Speed
  • Level:Superior
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Easy to Loseitem
His attack came almost too quickly for her to respond at all, and she stumbled backward and fell, driven to the ground as the powerful blow drove partway through her awkward parry, grazing her shoulder.

Apparently, his skill with a sword was another thing Qiong Tong wasn't impeding.

He was on her then, never giving her even a moment to regain her feet. Calling on reflexes she didn't realize she had -- and perhaps never did have, before -- she just managed to avoid being cut in half a dozen separate times, parrying and rolling away as he rained blows down on her.

Still, she knew she was only delaying the inevitable. Finally knocking her sword out of the way, he drove in with a hard slash she had no way of stopping ...

Dimensional Sidestepping

  • Power: Teleportation
  • Level:Standard
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Easy to Loseitem
... and struck through a Jenny-shaped afterimage that lingered for a moment more before fading. His scimitar hit the ground where she had been only an instant before, carving a deep gouge in the pavement and throwing sparks. To her surprise, Jenny realized she was still alive and standing about 30 feet away.

"H-h ... how??"

"You know how," Qiong Tong told her.

"Did I just teleport?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"DIE!" roared the demon.

"Better see to that," Qiong Tong advised helpfully.

"No kidding."

The Sword of Fortune and Misfortune

  • Power: Lucky
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Easy to Loseitem
Parry. Parry again. Duck. Dive. Teleport.

Jenny found herself spending so much time just trying to avoid being cut in half that she could barely even begin to mount an offense of her own. Even when she did manage to get in a glancing blow, her attacks just bounced off of the demon's apparently armored skin.

"I can't beat him! I can't even fight him!"

"No, you can't," the demon sneered.

"Yes, you can," Qiong Tong said in her head.


The demon paused and looked at her oddly. "How what?"

"Just keep trying," Qiong Tong said mysteriously.

"Great," Jenny spat sourly. "I feel sooo inspired."

"Enough of this!" the demon roared, charging again. But his foot caught unexpectedly on the curb, spoiling his attack. Jenny took the opportunity to lunge and almost managed to strike him squarely for the first time before he recovered and parried the attack.

Despite the successful parry, Jenny felt a subtle change in the flow of the battle. On the surface, her opponent was still the superior combatant, even given her newfound abilities. Yet somehow, everything seemed to find a way to go against him.

He was briefly blinded by a car's headlights. He tripped over a cat. Bird droppings plummeted from the sky for the sole purpose of striking him in the eye.

And when, despite all of that, he managed to knock her weapon to the ground, he slipped on a patch of ice at the same time and fell flat on his back, giving Jenny just the time she needed to dive for Qiong Tong and then suddenly teleport back to skewer the demon ... right through his unprotected other eye. To her surprise, the attack was instantly fatal.

"Well struck," Qiong Tong commented. "That was the only unarmored part of his body."

"I was aiming for his chest," Jenny murmered.

"I know."

"You did this, didn't you?"

"Of course."

"Why didn't you help me like this before?"

"I just didn't feel like it."

"I hate you, Qiong Tong."