Post by Jihl Nabaat on Apr 4, 2011 14:19:24 GMT -5
♥IT'S MY LIFE♥
[/color]for every task, there's a perfect tool
♥It's Now Or Never♥[/size]
Name: Jihl Nabaat
Age: Twenty-three
Which game are you from: Final Fantasy XIII
Weapons/Abilities: pimpstick
Canon or OC: canon
♥I Ain't Gonna Live Forever♥[/size]
Personality: What Jihl exceeds in pertaining to looks, she lacks in emotion. Jihl is a heartless woman, a sadistic and manipulative strategist intent on fulfilling a dream to secure the safety of Cocoon. Nearly overrun by her own ego, she enjoys watching others pain especially if she's the one causing it. She riles people up only to knock them back down into their place and setting off the masses to believe some filly idea she's implanted in their heads. She believes that for every task, there is a suitable tool she can acquire to complete it, leaving her own hands clean. Because of her upbringing, Jihl has an unnatural fear of things she does not understand. She fears what she does not know and hates what she finds out.
Despite all her negative attributes, Jihl is highly intelligent. She loves learning about new worlds, even if most of it is just to know the most crushing way to destroy it to protect herself and her homeland. She's a smooth talker and she always holds through in her goals and her promises. A strong fighter and driven by her own twisted determination, Jihl doesn't believe she is capable of failure and that's perhaps the reason why she rarely does. Her ability to judge retaliations before they happen makes her intelligence as a strategist very high. She can make her opponents rethink their stands and even their allies because she weaves the seed of doubt so masterfully it's nearly a sin. Unfortunately for everyone with good hearts, she's not at all interested in helping out the side of light. Not after how violently she was betrayed.
History: Jihl Nabaat was born and raised on the sheltered planet of Cocoon. From an early age, she was influenced by the Cocoon army. Her father was a military man, a fine one at that, and he lost his life in the duties to his people. Jihl's mother on the other hand, was quite against the harsh treatment of those deemed 'infected.' This was were her hatred for her mother began. During her childhood, Jihl had learned how evil those that need the purge were. Brainwashed by the collective fear, Jihl fell into line, hating and fearing those that could get her exiled to Pulse. She found l'Cie to be subhuman, not worthy of her time, and because her mother often argued in the privacy of their own home with the TV about them, Jihl's loathing for her escalated.
Against her mother's wishes, Jihl attended a militarist school. Driven by the need to serve and being nearly a genius, Jihl easily surpassed her classmates. She graduated top of her class and was quickly drafted into PSICOM. From there, it was smooth sailing. She was excelled through the rank on skill and genius. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Colonel of PSICOM was as far as she would get.
The purges became worse, more frequent. And Jihl, a nationalist to the core, drove ever single suspected person away. She felt no remorse. Her duty was to Cocoon, it's people, and the Primarch. Luck smiled upon her. She and her troops came across a young boy, Dajh, son of Sazh Katzroy. The boy had been branded a l'Cie and Jihl, taking advantage of father and son, took Dajh from his father to determine his Focus. Manipulating Sazh, she was able to keep him mostly away from Dajh so her men could run tests on his son. When it was discovered his Focus was to sense Pulse sentient, she knew she had the perfect tool. Thrilled, Jihl exploited the child's ability, finding both a fal'Cie and the l'Cie Serah Farron. Ignoring Sazh's protest, Dajh was to be kept under PSICOM supervision for an unmentioned amount of time to protect the citizens of Cocoon.
After the Purge train was destroyed, PSICOM was sent into overdrive. Dispatching her right-hand man, Yaag Rosch, to Palompolum, Jihl proceeded in her own plans. Eventually, some of the running l'Cie fell into her lap. She managed to secure the location of Sazh and Vanille. She mocked Sazh and tried to drive a stake between the two l'Cie. She claimed she would erect the crystallized Dajh as a monument which enraged Sazh. Knocking Sazh out and leaving Vanille no choice, she herded the two of them onto the Palamecia, where they were locked up.
However, Jihl's luck began to run out. Aboard the ship, with the Primarch present, she lost control. The ship was invaded by the remaining l'Cie who easily destroyed the troops on board. When the group arrived at the main deck, Sazh called her out and Jihl, not one to disappoint, leaped down to their level to confront them. Drawing her baton, she told the Primarch to escape: she would take care of the threat. But, there were secrets that ran deep in Cocoon.
Why don’t you leave, Jihl.
Or rather, take your leave.
Humans have no business here.
It was the last thing she heard.
But Jihl was not as weak as the Primarch had dubbed her, even as only a lowly human. She survived, if only for a few moments longer. As the Primarch challenged the l'Cie, revealing his true nature as a fal'Cie, Jihl struggled to cling to life. Choking on her own blood, freezing in her numbness, and drowning in pain, Jihl tried so very hard. The betrayal hurt her worse than anything. After everything she'd done --
And Jihl gave into the anger, the pain, the frustration and the darkness.
And she was granted life anew.
Likes: loyalty, militarily affairs, strategy, authority, triumph, manipulation, using others, setting traps, getting revenge, proving her worth
Dislikes: l'cie & fal'cie, Lightning and Co., Galenth Dysley, how easily she's frustrated, when things don't go her way, being spoken down to, stupidity and ignorance
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