Kaleidoscope: Perri

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Name: Perri Dajani
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Height|Weight: 5’8”(173 cm) | 135 lbs (61 kg)
Gang: Yellow Jackets
Color: Yellow-Green

Rank: Tiny
Skills:

Precision: Perri is incredibly careful with her aim and has a high accuracy rate in pinpointing and penetrating her target’s weak spots. However, her attention to detail requires a great deal of concentration and this will typically slow her down and lengthen the time between hits.

Composure: Even in chaotic or melancholic situations, Perri is still able to think rationally and will rarely falter due to a case of nerves. Not always the best team player, though, as she has a tendency to isolate herself to heighten her focus.

Tankity Tank Tank: Perri possesses a lot of bulk from her high health and decent defense, so this enables her to last for a long time on the battlefield. While she’s slow and unlucky, her stamina helps keep her up and going for a comfortable amount of time.

Stats:
Attack: 2
Defense: 2
Intelligence: 2
Health: 4
Speed: 0
Luck: 0

Weapon: Carpati Pistol
A basic self-defense handgun. A little outdated, but Perri likes it for its reliability. Its main usage is self explanatory, but it can also be used as a makeshift blunt weapon in a pinch. Perri has no preference for long or close-ranged combat, though she's more likely to inflict more damage over a certain period of time at a distance due to her low speed.

Personality:
- Cold | -Withdrawn | -Pessimistic | -Snide | +Calm | +Loyal | +Brave | +Poised

At first glance, Perri is a total buzzkill - a loner with little to say, and none of it nice. In some ways, she acts like she’s still a bona-fide soldier rather than a gang member, and always has the Kaleidoscope’s state of affairs on her mind, perhaps enough to even rival her higher-ups, whom she’s incredibly respectful and loyal to. The concerning yet dreary, emotionally vexing world of business and politics is always turning her hairs grey, and those who dare distract her will be met with one of her favorite forms of weaponry: Snark.

While she seems to be all work and no play, though, her cool head does have its perks. When it comes to serious matters of business, Perri is reliable and keen to help out a fellow gang member. Those that know her well will find that there's an emotionally tender side of her that is typically walled off in fear of getting hurt from betrayed trusts or friendships. In return, she does not possess many of either.

Likes/Dislikes:
+ Cement
+ Neatness and order
+ Selflessness
+ Sensible clothing
+ Bland food
+ Clocks

- TOMATOES
- Whiners
- Overly enthusiastic people
- Speaking
- Feeling alone

Background Information:

"Silence is golden. So are Yellow Jackets."

Abusing the indulgent life the Grey Order provided its citizens, Perri's parents were gambling addicts who spent many days and nights away from home, either hitting up casinos or squeezing in odd jobs in weak attempt to compensate for their habits monetarily. Thus, Perri's childhood was spent in a low-income neighborhood where similarly-fated families resided. Violence and other seedy behavior wasn't uncommon, so most days were spent behind locked doors, playing alone. She wished she was big or strong enough to do something about it all, but as a child she remained powerless and oh-so-vulnerable.

Once she was old enough, school became an escape for Perri. While she wasn't a prodigy student or very popular, being in a safe place was more than enough to satisfy her. Because of her rough appearance and silence, few people found incentive to befriend her, and she found few reasons to befriend them. She only needed herself; the others were bothersome, crybaby children who she assumed would only ultimately disappoint her in the end.

Nothing changed through grade school, but one day while walking home from middle school, she bumped into a younger boy and dismissed him in her characteristically douchenozzle way. Perri soon found out, however, that the two actually lived nearby, and she began to see bits of herself in him, which had probably been what led to her lashing out at him. They chatted more, and eventually became friends. She was happy to feel like she was no longer alone, and together the two disadvantaged kids brought up their spirits together, polishing the rough edges. In a sense, the boy, Peter, was the only family she really had.

At the age of 18, after graduating high school, Perri took no hesitation in enlisting for boot camp. All her life, she'd wanted to be stronger in order to protect herself and others, to compensate for the safety that the Grey Order hadn't provided. She loved the military - the order and stability - and made for a decent soldier in the two years she served.

Her career was cut short by a chance encounter, however. One day, in a poor area close to where she used to live, assistance was requested by the area's police to deal with a robbery. Baffled by the odd nature of the request, the lieutenant still sent a group of soldiers to help, Perri being one of them.

It had turned out that the robbery had taken place at a house, and it was unknown if hostages were being kept inside or not. Still, this was a job for a police officer, not a soldier. The officer was shaking in fear, though, mumbling something about a color disease and how he had a family to provide for at home. Perri and the others went inside, cautious of where the culprit could be. So when she heard a rustling behind her, she whipped her head around, pointed her gun, and found herself face to face with an orange-eyed young man. Was she to shoot? Or to arrest? She hesitated a moment too long, and the diseased man did the worst thing he possibly could.

He kissed her: a transmission of fluids. Out of shock, she shot her gun and hit the man in the hip, her aim shaky. At the sound of the gun, the others came running and finished the job with their own firearm, shouting profanities, calling him scum. Because of his eyes. Was the same to happen her now? Only time could tell.

After a few hours, her own eyes and lips began to change color. Horrified and heartbroken, she immediately packed up and left the military, her first real love, in fear of being treated  like how that man had been. Planning to just hide in her house again like old times, on her way home she spotted a yellow-haired man in military styled clothes who seemed to have dropped something heavy. Could he help her? Perri took a deep breath, ran up and picked up the brick for the man, asking if he also used to be in the military and where he intended to go now. Thus, their similar military backgrounds led to Perri's spot in the gang.
(WEEPS IM SORRY IF THAT SOUNDS OOC)


Trivia:
- Very easily pleased
- Basically a cranky old lady
- A clean-cut girl from the military. However, growing up in a poor neighborhood has taught her a fair amount of slang, especially words referring to explicit or illegal content
- Color disease is located on her lips, eyes, mask, and headpiece


Relationships:
Peter: A childhood friend whom she has no idea is in a gang or caught Color-Syndrome disease.