Minea
Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2020 1:27 am
M I N E A - J O K I N E N
Details
Full Name: Minea Riikka Jokinen
Race: Jastai
Sex: Female
Age: 22
Height: 9 ft 3
Weight: 225 lbs
Birthdate: Frost 34
Birthplace: Cathena
Profession: Bounty Hunter
Housing: Migrant
Partners: None
Titles: None
Factions: None
Fluencies: Common, Elathee
Conversationals: None
Ineptitudes: None
Appearance
An always smiling face — a smile that reveals a charming gap-tooth — is encompassed by blonde hair that is styled to be just on the side of messy. Like a breeze has blown it out of the neatness it had once had. It comes down to about the middle of her back, though some strands in the front have been cropped to be about chest length. Mostly because she didn't much like the way the strands tend to get...tangled in her the little clothing she has covering her. The little bit of clothing Minea does wear tends to be more form-fitting, showing off ample curves.
Aside from her size, the most commonly noted feature would be her eyes (if she stoops down and people can see them properly). They're a fairly light grey in color, but the more remarkable part of them is that they seem to hold the very breeze that her element tends to cause. A constant wind blows in her eyes, varying in strength based on her mood. It remains, for the most part, a gentle breeze.
Personality
Minea dreams. She dreams of anything and everything, wild fantasies that propel her through life like a cloud pushed aimlessly through the sky. She dreams, most often, of the day that her world will explode in bright color. Maybe quite literally as her skin pulls from her flesh and she is sent on to be with the Ancestor Spirits. There's something romantic in a horridly painful death that Minea chases constantly. The first thought in her mind each time the sun peaks over the horizon and her eyes open is a simple one. What a glorious day to die. At her core, that's what she is. A romantic constantly in the storm of intensity. Her connections to others run deep, but can be as ephemeral as the very breeze she is tied to if one is not careful.
As much as she dreams, she also doesn't take things too seriously. While Jastai might be notorious for not always taking the proper precautions where it concerns themselves, Minea's sort of devil may care might border on arrogance. A sense that despite being mortal, it would take great feats to truly put her down. To her, it is endless positivity. To others, it is recklessness. She rushes in too fast and ends up hurt. This could be said not of just the battlefield, but also of the rest of her life. Countless evenings have been spent drowning her sorrows and nursing a broken heart soon to mend. (The mend can be anywhere to a week or the next time she sees a pretty girl; it's a variable feat of resilience).
Minea is just a little sensitive. Just a little. Most often her source of displeasure is a remark on how much smaller she might be in comparison to her peers. But her emotions are fleeting; it's more likely that you'll see her with her head in the clouds, thinking about whoever she might have just the tiniest bit of adoration for or her next big plan to go out in a blaze of glory.
History
As far as upbringings go, Minea would think that hers was just right. Born of two overly eager Jastai women, she was brought up in a moderately well-off community of her kind. Her parents, though passionate, would move on to other lovers after her birth. Half-siblings were not an uncommon thing, and while some did not share the same elements as she, they were friendly enough as it were. While raised among her Jastai peers, her growth was fairly slower than the rest. Those that cared for her assured her that if she worked for it, there was no doubt that she would be a formidable size like all the rest. Perhaps even better.
It became clear, however, as she hit her formative years that Minea would not be the biggest of her peers. It didn't stop her from trying to keep up or best them, however. Rivalries were abundant within her tribe and its youth, and she was no stranger to it. It was through one such rivalry that she had the exhilarating rush of her first love and first heartbreak -- that also lead to her discovering yet another love. Loves might be more appropriate. But she took a keen interest in dancing, and soon in meditation as she was left in the throes of a quite weepy breakup. Not yet interested in finding her solace in the bottom of a cup, she took to the silent focus of elsewhere. Her daydreams would hold more ferocity thereafter.
She found that her daydreams were sometimes more preferable to the reality of rejections she faced, usually on account of a potential power difference to be avoided. The serenity that came with her meditation transferred to her dancing, oft paired with the war hammer she would take up not long after. Therapeutic? Most definitely. Entirely constructive? It created a form of art and who is one to discredit her for it? Her gracious style of combat was soon beginning to form and she found that she had some solace.
As the years passed, Minea began to note something that had always been common to her community: her peers dying. Some would pass on in less than fabulous ways, and others in just the right way that would end their cycle. But she remained alive, and trapped in the invisible tether of rebirth. Her sparring partners within her age range became fewer. By the time she reached full maturity, only a fraction of her peers were still living. It had come to her attention, that while both her parents had passed on to their attempts to leave the cycle, she had not yet participated in the Trial.
Minea would, swear up and down, that there was no fear of the Trial. None at all. And that would be the truth. But the entirety of it. Part of her wished, even as she watched all the others climb their way to the appointed place, that her parents would be there to see it. But then they would be too old and the time for them to meet a glorious end would have passed. And while their deaths don't really hold her back, she was faced yearly with the apprehension of being a survivor that returned to the tribe.
At twenty, her need for a spectacular end amplified. It would also be the age in which she began her traveling. At first, it was meant as little more than a means of her finding her way into a perfect death, before it morphed into something else. She still isn't sure what that is, but she has enjoyed taking on a new life as a bounty hunter, for however long it will last.
