Krysta

Krysta
Player: @alincial00
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"Coconuts?"
Biographical Data
Real Name:	Christine Krueger
Known Aliases:	N/A
Gender:	Female
Species:	Human
Ethnicity:	Caucasian
Place of Birth:	San Francisco
Base of Operations:	Comicbook Store
Relatives:	Deceased
Characteristics
Age:	22
Height:	5'6
Weight:	140lbs
Eyes:	Blue
Hair:	Blonde
Complexion:	Pale
Physical Build:	Lithe
Physical Features:	Multiple piercings
Status
Fame:	██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ ██ Local
Alignment:	LG LN LE NG TN NE CG CN CE
Identity:	N/A
Years Active:	N/A
Citizenship:	America
Occupation:	Unemployed
Education:	College
Marital Status:	Complicated
Known Powers and Abilities
Minor Telekinesis Minor Telepathy Self Mindreading (ish) Invisible in the dark
Equipment and Paraphernalia
Phone Ladyshooter

Physical Attributes
	Strength			Weapon
	Durability			Armor
	Speed			Reflexes
	Resistance			Stamina
	Dexterity			Agility
	Combat			Regen

Non-Physical Attributes
	Energy			Psionics
	Telepathy			Willpower
	Sorcery			Tech.
	Intel.			Knowledge
	Charisma			Bravery
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History

San Francisco

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A long time ago, a wise man spoke of the future. He told the gathered masses of the three events that would take place under the same sun, the same day, that would foretell the birth of a great evil. They spoke firstly of a day as black as night, great fire in the sky, the blood of many in the sand and finally shall come the sounds of the Devil himself.

Back in the summer of 1991, July the 11th, numerous events shook the world. First came the solar eclipse that bathed South America in choking darkness. Second, Nigerian Airways flight 2120 tragically caught fire and came down over the Saudi Arabia Desert, killing 261 passengers. Thirdly, and worst of all, The Wiggles released their first album.

Then Christine Kruegar was born. God help us all.

Krysta - as she was affectionatly dubbed by her mother - was born to an aging goat flowerchild on that same day. The girl was raised in a household void of a father, curiosity plagued her at an early age yet with time came apathy fore she had her mother and that was more than enough. The hippy kindly woman instilled a particular wisdom into her daughter, one that left the young woman with a kind nature, one of acceptance and optimism. Christine was raised in a house of acceptance and expression, of colours and music, on a steady diet of love, peace and flowerpower. (Read: tofu and rice cakes.)

Her years were uneventful, blissfully content to cruise through her childhood and teenage years in comfortable mediocrity with her mother for company. Krysta was the sterotypical young woman; blonde and airheaded, happy and without a care in the world. Perfectly average grades, a reasonable career in cheerleading, a bogstandard love life, statistically inevitable health problems.

Soon, much against her wishes, she was shipped off away from highschool to college up state at her mothers insistence. Her mothers teachings served her well during her college years where the social norm was to reject authority and question the establishment. Those few years saw countless hours of protest marches, ralleys, charity work and self discovery. What else was an art major supposed to do to pass the time?

After college, Krysta could only return to an empty house; the old wooden walls of colour and song, now dark and silent. What was once a welcoming home was now little more than a cold house, no better than a dusty box of memories.

"Krysta, depression is just another form of narcissism. If you're ever sad, do something about it. I won't always be there to make you smile, you must find your own reasons."

With her mothers final words in her mind and a smile on her face, she set off to find a fresh start.

Millenium City

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From the moment her boot touched the bottom step, she knew exactly where she wanted to go. The city that she'd heard so much about, the epicentre for modern life, the place to be for excitment, where everyone is someone.

Vegas, baby!

As the young woman settled into the seat of the cab, luggae in tow, she could do little but dream ahead. She saw the bright lights against the night sky like a sea of earthly stars, she saw the tumbling dice, the pyrotechnics and the beautiful people. She saw herself, on a stage, as a Vegas showgirl, living the high life of showbiz.

Unfortunatly, what she didn't see was that she booked the wrong flight and wound up in Millenium City.</div.>

Still, this didn't deter the happy-go-lucky blonde one bit. Instead of her sin city, she instead found one inhabited by gangsters, superheroes, mutants, freaks, cyborgs and so much more. It wasn't Vegas, but it was just as good, even if it didn't come with her dreams of being the showgirl she imagined. One of her earliest memories of Millenium City, still chasing the dream of showbiz, saw her working as a candy girl in a sleazy underground gambling ring. This certainly wasn't the highlife she'd envisioned, there was no star on her dressing room door, no adoring crowds, no bouquet of roses after each performance. Instead, she'd prowl up and down the isles serving drinks while being subjected to uncomfortable stares and the occasional unwanted grope.

That was, until, a local Cape caught wind of the illegal ring and thought it the proper thing to do to fly in and kill everything that looked even slightly sinister. As they do. The bosses dead, the hideout exposed, the job gone and the costume now hers, Krysta was delighted. Oh, and she was now without a home. That's a problem.

"Hey! That was my dressing room, I needed that! I lived there!"

"Oh, snap. Shit, my bad, darlin'. Tell you what, I need someone to watch my place while I'm on the job anyways. May as well be someone as smart, pretty and talented as you. The couch is yours forever and ever and ever, you can be my new bestie."

-and just like that, Krysta found a home. There's probably alot more to it than that, doubtful that's even what the Cape said, but Krysta never was good at telling stories. Either way, it was something, new home, a fresh start, a crappy basement under a comic book store with a woman who has apparantly never heard of hygiene. Maybe she was just European.

Krysta came to know the woman as Alin. A roughneck cowgirl type from the deep south, decades old with blue skin, horns and a really nice coat. Like, a seriously nice coat made of leather and everything. True to her word, she was away from the basement alot. Sometimes she'd be gone for a few days chasing down a criminal on bounty work, others she'd be gone for weeks on end across seas. Despite their differences, the two became quickly became close friends. For a woman who'd seen bloodshed and warfare all her life, she took a shine to Krystas flower-power charm. Perhaps she saw sense in their talks, or just naive hope in her words of peace.

A short time after her 'redundancy' from the gambling ring, Krysta found work in the far less glamerous sector of accounting. She found a post at the UNTIL building, serving as a secretary for a short while before being moved on and trusted with further responsibility. Up and up she climbed her corporate ladder; admin assitant, personal assistant, human resources. From one desk to another, she quickly began to learn the ins and outs of the business to the point where when people reference doing something "by the book," she had the book comitted to memory. Literally.

Nothing lasts, however, as she was fired for a small clerical error a few years later. Did you ever hear of a small country in the middle east called Talcasistan? No? That's because Krysta accidentally had it reduced to ash and rubble. Whoops.

Never one to stay down, Krysta got right back on the horse and - smartly decided not to list the act of accidental genocide on her résumé - and found work as the PA to a shady club owner in downtown Millenium. Never one to fully understand the extent of Ms Garrena Birschoffs operation, Krysta fell in love with her new job. She delighted that Ms Birschoff had such horrendous bookkeeping skills, it gave the blonde a chance to stretch her mental muscles. Single handedly, she was able to sort out, budget and document every drink sold, lapdance given, assassin hired, every drug smuggling operation, money laundered and act of prostituion, all without ever fully realising that her reformed ex-KGB boss was the boss of a criminal empire. After all, those things are just the name of drinks, right? Right?

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For no real reason, Krysta was never one for making lasting relationships. Although the heartbreak she suffered in her past was nothing out of the ordinary, a few messy breakups and the sour end of a summer romance, she rarely felt the need to get too close to any one person. Despite having never had any explicit problem with intimacy, it was as if such things didn't properly exist to her, that she was "outside" it all. Always the first to be a friends confidant in sensitive issues and deep personal trouble, but never one to speak of her own matters; Krysta is a selfless social crutch. She knows and enjoys this.

It was around her time under Ms Birschoffs employment that she met one of, if not the, most important person her in life; Bria Crawford. Immediatly Krysta could tell there was something different about Bria, something which was later clarified. From the get go, Krysta was afraid of the woman. Tall, dark, thuggish. Tough and intimidating. Krysta knew that if she were to put one foot out of place, this woman could crush her like a bug. Krysta also knew that that was something Bria wouldn't do.

Hard on the exterior, soft on the interior; Bria was a thug with a heart of gold. This is what drew Krysta to her in the first place. This is something Bria has proved to be true over and over again in their many conversations about love, life and everything. Krysta could only feel closer, safer with Bria with the passage of time. Again, her belief of safety was confirmed the night the blonde fell victim to a mugging but found herself miraculously saved by her friend.

Something Krysta doesn't fully understand is the relationship she shares with Bria. She knows exactly how she sees her friend, but what implication that has on the nature of their relationship or the perception Bria has of such things is a mystery to her. "Rod," is what she'd been dubbed. "Ride or Die." Ride it out or die trying. That, however, was something she understood. That was something she had no problem with doing. In truth, now she had a person so close to her heart, she couldn't imagine life without it, without her. The words her mother once said sounded clearer than ever.

Friends

"Alin was my first real friend when I came to Millenium City. She kinda sorta saved me from my crappy shop and let me sleep on her couch! She tries to be scary, but she's far too nice, we were once mugged while walking home, she beat the guy up then bought his gun for $50. When we got home, she broke it and threw it away. She has a long military career, maybe it taught her to pick her battles. I think she'd be such a great Super, but I know she wouldn't do it. She'd complain about the outfits and the image when I know she's too cynical. It's sad.

Something happened to her. Maybe it was one big thing, maybe it was lots of little things. I know she's a good person, but she's just so... down on herself, down on everything, like she gave up. Sometimes when I looked at her, she just looked so sad, even before what happened. When it got too much for her, she packed her bags and rejoined the army. I think she's in the middle east now. I hope she's alright."

"Oh, Briaboo... Brianna Crawford, she means everything to me. I don't like being alone, I don't like being by myself, but it's much easier when I know she's out there somewhere, that she'll come see me most nights. She's even saved my life more than once too! I don't know what I'd do without her.

Bria reminds me of Alin, but maybe not as far gone. Bria acts like a real tough thug, but I know inside she's squishy. Squishysquishysquishy. She's... my best friend, what more can I really say? It's simpler that way. Right?"

"I met Chupe through Bria! I think he likes her, but shhh, that's a secret!"

Telekinesis

It's no secret that Krysta is in possession of some form of telekinetic ability. She herself would be the first so shrug and admit that there's no story behind it, not to her knowledge anyway. The young woman is able to manifest a number of etheral hands at will, out of utter nothingness. This ability doesn't seem to have any draining effect on her, nor does it seem to effect her in anyway despite having total control of these aparations. Appearing in a misty purple form, the hands are infact solid and warm to the touch. Using these ghostly limbs, she's able to lift, push, pull and manipulate things in her environment. From her understanding, this ability is classed somewhere alongside telekinesis. When asked about the nature and origin of these hands, the story she tells is always different.

Trivia

• Krysta comes from a German heritage. Her great-grandparents fought in World War 2. (Not on the side you'd hope.)
• -With that in mind, Alins strange dating history implies that she once dated Krystas great-grandmother.
• Despite the name, Princess Fluffybutt is actually a male.
• Krysta has been banned from attending any Chippendales show due to excessive giggling.
• Krysta is tremendously fond of Halloween yet her choice of costume is often ill advised. This has resulted from her being expelled from every Halloween party she's ever been to.
• Krysta is an avid fan of videogames. A subscriber of a popular MMO, she's played an elven hunter for over two years and is still perfectly happy to run around the starter area, hunt bunnies and explore the woods.
• Krysta once failed a survey.

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