Name: Rochelle Francois
Had very little interaction with her parents and therefore was left to her own devices. Most of this time was spent pondering and reading and collecting knowledge or off running around somewhere being obnoxious with friends. She never really had close friends, but she was somewhat of a social butterfly none the less.
She is very intelligent but does not like to show it a lot. She also has a very strong sense of justice, mostly gathered from the tales of heroines she reads of and watches. Her family was fairly well to do so she managed to get her hands on some ‘classic’ literature and a form of animation that was drawn in a book that was called ‘manga’.
However I digress, she prefers to keep that side of her personality to herself. She observes that all the happiest people seem to be blissfully unaware and dumb. However, her intelligence does not make up for a lack of rational and logical thinking. Being book smart is one thing, but self-preservation is something entirely different.
She is known to let her emotions get the better of her, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, but she is always sticking her neck out for people and trying to act cool. Like the heroine of her own manga. Which is why it came as a shock to her when one day while walking down the street she saw down a dark alley a young girl being cornered by a group of large men.
Instantaneously she jumped in between them throwing her arms out wide and putting on her most defiant face. The large men looked confused at first but after a moment started grinning wider than ever. They grabbed both young girls by the arms and began to carry them off while fondling them and discussing all the things they would do to them.
Just then Rochelle saw the image of a phoenix burning brighter than the sun itself and heard a voice say into her head “Would you like the power to save people, to be a protector of the weak, a beacon of hope for those in need?” Rochelle gathered up all the air she could muster and screamed “YES!” at the top of her lungs.
Just then a bright light flashed all around her. She was enveloped in warmth, in a feeling of power. She had never felt so great before in her life. When the light had died she stood there, completely transformed. She was in some kind of light weight, sleeked back looking armor. It seemed sturdy enough though it was light enough that it could have been made of feathers for all she knew. Her hair had been pulled back into an elaborate bun on the back of her head. The most noticeable feature of her ensemble though was her glasses. They had become…a part of her, in every sense of the phrase. Her vision was so sharp she could see for miles in out of the alleyway. She felt power there, unbridled power.
She tried to bend it a bit, focus it. It seemed spread, like if you took a gas and put it in a large container. She tried to compress it but it pushed back at her. She tried again with equal results. However just then movement caught her eye, she looked up into the eyes of the thugs. They were terrified, terrified of her.
They began to scamper away, but Rochelle felt a sudden fire burning in her. She was angry, angry that they would be able to get away from such an act. Why couldn’t they be delivered to justice? Just then all resistance she felt before vanished and the power focused. Using her glasses as a sort of conduit she fired a highly focused beam of energy from her eyes. A beam born from all the injustices in the world. All the wrongs that should have been righted. She was atoning for them. She was becoming the personification of true justice she had always dreamed of, and right now her job was to protect this girl.
The blast from her eyes had blown away a huge chunk of the pavement, completely missing the fleeing criminals. However the chunks from that blast were very swiftly flying towards the cowering girl. She screamed and threw her arms out in front of her to protect her. Rochelle yelled and threw out her hand as though to ward off the impending danger, and almost as if she knew it was going to happen a bright shield formed itself around the girl protecting her from all of the flying debris.
Rochelle was amazed and the girl looked stunned. The girl recovered for a second and then quickly said “Thank you…” while scrambling to her feet and out of the alleyway. Rochelle stood for a few minutes dumbfounded. She couldn’t wrap her head around what had just happened.
A few minutes later sirens snapped her out of her trance and her outfit disappeared, replaced once again by her street clothes. She quickly walked out of the alley and down the street towards her house. When she got home she was hit by a wave of tiredness. She decided a long nap was in order, and she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She was alone. It was so dark she could barely see her hand in front of her face. She tried to walk forward and feel for anything in around her, but there didn’t seem to be anything at all.
Then, all at once she was blinded. She shut her eyes as fast as she could but even with them closed the light was burning her eyes. It faded slowly. First enough to where it didn’t hurt. Then finally to where she could actually open her eyes.
When she did she saw a magnificent phoenix hovering in front of her. She couldn’t tell how big it was nor how far away it was since there wasn’t anything to base it off of, but it was a beautiful sight to behold.
Wings flapping gracefully and accompanied every stroke by the sound of rippling flames, eyes like 2 great suns yet with the look of great intelligence and wisdom, and marvelous down the color of pure gold, yet rippling, constantly morphing in outline.
It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
“You have been bestowed a great responsibility young Rochelle,” it said with a deep, booming voice. “Your journey has begun. Your powers are to be used in the pursuit of your ideals and your goals. The pursuit of justice and protection for the weak. You will encounter many trials and tribulations along your quest, but many allies also await you. They are all connected through the Scape, the world beyond. The Scape is a gateway to everywhere on Earth. You can use its power to follow injustice wherever it may arise. You have the ultimate power to achieve your goal. It comes at a price though. One day I will become a twisted shadow, evil and malevolent. On that day you must bring me to justice, or else I will tear apart this world and the justice you seek. That day will not come for a while, but never forget. It must be done, and with that I leave you. I give you my best wishes on your adventures. Goodbye,” he said, and with that he turned his back and began to grow smaller and smaller.
“Wait!” Rochelle yelled, to no avail. “I need your help!” Rochelle woke in a cold sweat. She wasn’t sure how real what she had just seen was, but either way she was excited, overjoyed, and most of all, terrified.
Weapon: A sword forged in the burning, passionate fires of Justice!
Magical Element: Justice!
Rochelle is the living personification of Justice! She values the protection of those in need and the bringing of justice and righteousness to those who deserve it.
Burning Aura: Buff to all allies.
Buffs one attribute of choice for all allies by a 1d6 roll. Lasts for turns equal to a 1d6+1 roll.
Rochelle values the protection of her allies and the innocent above all else.
~MY RIGHTEOUSNESS BE OUR SHIELD~
SHIELD OF JUSTICE!:
Allows Rochelle, once per encounter, to nullify any attack or effect on a single ally. Can also be used as an interrupt.
Finisher: JUSTICE BEAMU~!
Binding Attack: Fires a continuous beam of concentrated Justice at the enemy, dealing a normal attack as initial damage, then half damage every time the enemy fails their support roll. The damage is reduced by 2 every subsequent time damage is dealt this way.