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"Jaga Toska: Void Walker" Character Sheet Ref V2.0!
It took so long for literally no reason omg. And I also wanted to shade it but... NAAAAHHHH. I hope the quality isn't too awful, but just in case there are some close ups under the cut. Enjoy the ram lady!!
Lore (warning: it's quite rambly) • Profile • Related: The Scongiurate I, II
"Maskcrafter Toska, Jaga Toska, a former Mourning Actor whose whole existence is held between the thin boundary of absolute meaninglessness and ironic absurdity. Despite being a Self-Annihiliator and possessing an undefined sense of self, Goody, the Fleeting Aurora, Baba, Jaga perseveres forward on, guided neither by destiny nor ambition, but simply because she realized that she still can. Before officially joining the Astral Express as a Nameless and becoming its "Keeper", she already moved through the cosmos largely unnoticed by following the masses."
— ABILITIES:
Basic ATK - “Resentful Dejavu"
Skill - “Lamb to the Slaughter”
Ultimate - “And eventually, so will you”
Talent - “A Different Kind of Impact”
Technique - “Dance until your feet bleed”
— EIDOLONS:
E1: A lass who walked in the woodland
E2: An error of Fate
E3: An aurora that once danced
E4: A pretentious and prideful beast
E5: A wicked witch of the wilderness
E6: I can be everything at once, so in the end I am nothing at all
— CHARACTER LINES:
First Meeting: Greetings, bright soul. I am Jaga Toska and… that’s it. This is all you need to know and this is all you will get from me. But worry not, something tells me that within time you’ll get more of me, until eventually there will be nothing left.
Greeting: Oh, hello Starlight. To what do I owe such a delightful encounter once again?
Parting: It is time for the curtain call. Let’s call it a day and see what the next reopening of the stage will bring.
About Self - Self-Annihilation: I can still remember the look on the faces of some of the Mourning Actors when they discovered my condition as a Self-Annihilator. I was used to seeing their sorrowful expressions, but I can tell that something else emerged from their eyes that time. Something… more genuine.
About Self - Trinkets: Some time ago, I gave away that empty husk of a trinket to the Herta’s Space Station. I don’t even remember what it was exactly, all I know is that I’ve always had it with me, almost like with my dagger: before I’ve fused it into my current obsidian pocket mirror, that is. In my nonsensical imagination, that trinket was the physical manifestation of my past will and drive, my purpose, maybe even my fate. As for what was once my dagger, it was the catalyst to bring those manifestations into a reality. I don’t know why I gave them such important roles in my mind, but in the end, I suppose I don’t mind them. It’s just nonsense, ineffable nonsense. But what is existence, if not that?
Chat - Playwriting: Everything has a specific role on the stage, no matter who you are and what role you have to play, it’s all for the sake of telling a story. More often than not, it’s about tragedies so grand that make the rest of the universe’s nonsense turn into something more digestible in comparison, to both honour what once was and possibly provide a prompt to recognise the new symptoms of incoming doom. Unfortunately, most of the time, those in the crowd often don’t take in the real message. All they care about is for a temporary escape and empty entertainment… I can’t really say I blame them for doing so. However, by doing that, it all brings it back to point zero. *snort* Ah, existence really is nonsensical.
Chat - The “Scongiurate”: Please don’t take what they say too seriously, they’re just as confused as I am about what is going on, therefore they can be a bit more biting with their words as a way to maintain an illusion of control and safety for themselves. I honestly don’t remember well what went through my mind when I created those three masks, except maybe… a lot of pain. A lot of pain that sublimated into hysterical laughter. Actually, I don’t recall feeling any pain since then, possibly due to the numbness taking over. Mh, maybe that’s why they’re so upset with me.
Hobbies - Handcrafts : I like to keep myself busy whenever I’m on the Express. As you may have noticed, I’m always on chores, but I don’t mind at all, it keeps my mind busy while I keep moving. Mh, maybe now I understand why Conductor Pom-Pom nominated me as “Keeper” of the Astral Express. But regardless, whenever it’s nighttime and everyone is resting, I like to keep my hands busy still with something crafty: whether it’s knitting, sewing a doily, weaving, crocheting, making some embroidery… you get the idea.
Annoyances: I find myself in a bit of an awkward situation whenever I meet new people. When they ask me questions about myself, I never know what to say, since whatever I’ll say will never land right with their perception of me. To some I am Jaga, to some I am a hybrid product of bestiality, to others I am a friend, to some more I am an obstacle in their way. So in the end, I prefer to let others have their own impression of me… and whatever they’ll say, I won't bother myself with proving them right or wrong. I'll just be. I mean, who can say that what I think I am isn’t just another illusion of wishful thinking? We’re all the good guys in our own story after all.
Something to Share: Hope is but a dull small golden pearl visible only when everything else is already cloaked in darkness. Before you can find that pearl however, it doesn’t exist… but neither does despair. How can you lose something that doesn’t exist?
Knowledge: I’ve heard quite a few people wonder about how beings like me are even possible to exist… I personally think that the answer to that it’s rather obvious. But, I recognise that saying this is possible for me to do so only because I myself am the answer.
About Natasha: I owe a lot to Doctor Natasha, if it wasn’t for her kindness, who knows what would have been of me by now. Not that it would really matter but, because of this awareness, I can’t help but feel a bit bothered about the fact that… When we said our goodbyes, I didn’t feel anything at the prospect of leaving her. I should have instead felt a bit emotional, at least.
About Himeko: Miss Navigator truly shines as the stars she so dearly loves and admires. Usually, I don’t really care about having a direction, per se, but like many other creatures created in this dark universe, once we see a light, we can not deny following it. Even if unconsciously. Even if my skin perception is numb, deep down, I can’t deny that I still long for something that might be “warmth”.
About Dan Heng: In a sense, Young Mister Dan Heng and I are actually more alike than I could have ever anticipated. Not for nothing, he too had joined the Gondola once upon a time, even if only briefly. Though, I don’t recall seeing him around. As of now, although he has seemingly found his role for the “cast” he has decided to join in, his essence remains that of an ever-shifting torrent: shifting spaces, shifting goals, shifting identities. It’s a heavy burden to be aware of, especially whenever existence makes it clear that although he's everchanging, the trail he has carved with his waters is still right behind him.
About March 7th: Darling March is just as pristine crystal: radiant, pure and has an affinity for immortalizing otherwise fleeting images of existence. Though her spirit is endearing and her wide-eyed wonder for new experiences is mildly inspiring, I can’t help but feel… dread, when I'm reminded of her character. No matter how much determination she possesses or how much passion she puts in what she does, none of it is guaranteed to last as she would hope for. Such awareness of her will and that of existence potentially clashing against each other feels like a blade to the neck. One can’t do anything but observe how the scene will unfold.
About Welt Yang: Mister Yang is a fascinating individual, sometimes even… nonconformative among those who would otherwise share his character-type. But one thing will always be consistent, such as his indisputable grip on reason while keeping himself humble with his knowledge and capabilities, offering it to those in need at the right time and space. Something I too try to inspire my act to, but we ultimately are two different characters within this cast. That being said, if you need to get closer to the answers you seek, you’d have a better chance with his wisdom rather than come for mine.
About Pom-Pom: As much as the Conductor and I had a few awkward first steps at the beginning, they now know that they can count on me whenever chores are left behind on our daily tasks. They also appreciate that I have stepped up to take care of the cooking for the crew, as well as joining the Conductor themselves in the preparation of breakfast. That much is enough for me to feel grateful for their acceptance of me among the cast of the Astral Express… and I suppose that I too have left a similar feeling to them, regardless of my condition.
About Sunday: I have heard of his “sins” of the past. In fact, whether willingly or unconsciously, Young Mister Sunday actually comes often to me and just… pours his worries and sorrows to me. Sometimes even asking me for advice or feedback on something he has done or if he could ever truly “redeem” himself. I am not too sure on why he does so. Perhaps because I took no part in the Penacony affair: someone neutral to confront himself against. However, I am not one to find or give answers, but I try to guide him close enough to one that he can find within himself. Whether that’s correct or not, I will never know.
Eidolon Activation: The interlude has ended, now comes a new act.
Character Ascension: As we keep sinking deeper down, we’re closer to reaching the light of peace for the selves.
Max Level Reached: What has been, it has been. An experience that I will recognize within the taste of bittersweet fondness.
Trace Activation: Sure, I can play this role for your amusement.
Added to Team With [Trailblazer]: I don’t want to spoil your fun, but just remember Starlight: Be mindful of yourself.
Added to Team With Natasha: Oh, Doctor Natasha. What a lovely surprise to be back at your side once again.
Added to Team With Himeko: All is set, miss Himeko, you ought not worry of anything else if not the objective at hand.
Added to Team With March 7th: Do your best, dear March, no need to think of what “once upon a time” was for now.
Added to Team With Welt: Whatever happens, I’ll be sure to follow your advice, mister Yang. You’d definitely know better than I do.
— COMBAT LINES:
(the version after the "//" is the adaptation for the x2 speed)
Battle Begins - Weakness Break: Don’t look too close.
Battle Begins - Danger Alert: A sinister shift in the flow…
Turn Begins I: I don’t like the familiarity I have with this. // Too familiar for me.
Turn Begins II: Another test for my integrity, is it? // Yet another trial.
Turn Idling: Don’t be fooled, this scene is not over yet.
Basic ATK: May you forgive me.
Enhanced Basic ATK I: An eye for an eye. *faint giggle*
Enhanced Basic ATK II: For your sins.
Enhanced Basic ATK III: Just a small bite back. // Let me have a bite.
Skill I: Why don’t you look at me instead?
Skill II: This way. Please, give your all. // Give me your all.
Hit by Light Attack: Mh?
Hit by Heavy Attack: Oh- I guess it’s bad.
Ultimate - Activate: At last, you leave me no choice…
Ultimate - Unleash: Who you are, it matters not. Eventually, so will your spotlight shut off and, to the backstage, back you’ll go. (// Who you are, it matters not. Eventually, you too, will go)
Talent: A gentle kiss from the frost, an invitation for an end. // A gentle kiss from the frost.
Downed: You keep going! Don’t look back…
Return to Battle: A new role, you said?
Health Recovery: I trust your judgment.
Technique: Don’t ever stop moving. // Join in the mania of many.
Battle Won: What a pity to have come to this… but, oh well.
Treasure Opening I: Oh, an unexpected occurrence.
Treasure Opening II: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to bring it back to the Express.
Precious Treasure Opening: Oh dear… are you sure this isn’t a trap?
Successful Puzzle-Solving I: And with so, we shall continue on.
Successful Puzzle-Solving II: Done... although I have no idea how we just did that.
Enemy Target Found: Maybe we should try to walk around it… // A familiar feeling, an unwanted one.
Returning to Town: Is there anything you wish to attend to? Very well, off you go.
This is just something I needed to get out of my system so sorry for the OC (Jaga Toska) indulgence in this line-up, but still, enjoy the personal headcanons/style adaptation ^^
Aight, that's all. Some close ups under the cut because unfortunately quality got lost in the exportation rip </3
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