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Name: Miyaka Jin
Date of Birth: January 13
Height/Weight: 5'8 118lbs
Nationality: Half Chinese, Half Japanese

Wrestling Skills/Info
Skills: Wrestling, Submission Mastery, Precision Striking, Psychological Warfare
Fighting style : Technical + Striker + Control-Based
Title/Wrestling name : Scarlet Executor
Alignment: Heel
Entrance Music : None (But there is one she likes for it is Death x Kai theme music)



Strength: High technical precision, excellent control and positioning, mentally overwhelms opponents, creative and adaptive offense
Weakness: Not built for raw power exchanges, relies heavily on control and timing, can be disrupted by chaotic or aggressive fighters
Movesets:
Signature move:

Scarlet Veil Cut
Sidesteps an attack → slips behind → delivers a precise spinning strike or takedown into control

Silk Reversal
Counter grapple → rotate behind → drag into submission

Crimson Thread Lock
Arm trap → twist → force opponent down into control

Finisher Move
Execution Protocol
Rear Choke with Body Lock

Crimson Sever
DDT / Neck Drop Variation

Final Silence
Submission (Arm + Neck Lock)

Personality:

A cold, sadistic, and artistically cruel. Sees matches as a form of “art” and takes pleasure in methodically breaking opponents down. Rarely shows emotion—only a faint smile when in control. Highly intelligent and observant. Treats pain as a tool, not an outcome She doesn’t rush victory—She designs it.

Backstory:

Before she was known as Miyaka Jin…She had no name that mattered. She was just another orphan surviving in the streets—moving between alleys, markets, and abandoned spaces where no one cared to look. No records, no protection, no one searching for her. Life wasn’t kind—it was constant survival. She learned early how to move quietly to avoid attention Stole food when she had to, fought when she couldn’t run Slept lightly, always ready to wake at the slightest sound, trusted no one. At first, she avoided conflict. But the streets don’t allow that for long. Other children, gangs, and opportunists saw her as easy prey—someone small, alone, and unprotected. The first few times, she ran.
Then one day… she didn’t.....Something changed, instead of fleeing, she stayed. Watched. Waited.
And when the moment came—she struck.
Not wildly. Not desperately. Precisely. She didn’t overpower her opponent—she outmaneuvered them. Targeted weak points. Used timing instead of strength. Ended the fight before it could fully begin.
From that moment on, survival became something else.
It became… control.....Until one night, in a dim alley behind a crowded district, a fight broke out. Not unusual. But this one was different. By the time it ended, several older street fighters were down—and one girl stood in the middle of it. Uninjured. Calm. Watching.
She didn’t run when others approached. Didn’t beg. Didn’t speak. She simply looked at them… as if deciding something. That was the moment she was discovered by members connected to the Ching family. They didn’t see a victim as they saw: control without training, precision without teaching. A mind that already understood combat beyond instinct for they offered her something she had never had. Structure. Purpose. A place. She accepted. Not out of gratitude but because she understood something even then. If she could become this dangerous alone… What would she become with proper training? Years later, everything changed. Xiao Ching left the family. To the Ching family, it was more than rebellion—it was disgrace. A betrayal of tradition and honor. Disgusted by Xiao’s decision, they turned to Miyaka. Not as a student. Not as family. But as a solution. She was given a single task: Find Xiao Ching. And bring her back…—or make sure she never returns.