Jade Stephens

Jade came to Morioh to visit her cousins after graduating from community college. She wasn't exactly a delinquent in school, she had great grades and a wide circle of friends, but a change of scenery was very much needed. After about two weeks in Morioh, while she was writing a postcard back to her family in the United States, an arrow burst through her window and lodged itself in her back.

She died that night. At least... she thought she did.

Jade came to in the middle of the night, at her desk. She gasped for air and sat straight up, grabbing the desk to steady herself.

A few days later she was on her way to the store when she was confronted by a hostage situation. Rolling her eyes she watched the fight until it got weird. People began appearing from thin air, and a high schooler, with the help of the weirdest-looking pink guy she had ever seen, shoved a gun inside someone.

But no one seemed to acknowledge the new weird people that were appearing. So she began following this high schooler. Wondering what he was up to, but not without meeting someone else along the way.

The dark green figure that appeared next to her one day as she watched the school nearly sent her flying. It didn't speak. But it wasn't a threat, clearly. Eastwood was its name, and it was something called a stand. After some experimentation, Jade figured out that it could fight. Sort of.

It fought with its mind. Or her mind. Or something. It let her look at the world through its own eyes. It could fly, move away from her up to 100 meters, hide itself, and she could see through its eyes. Leaving her to learn to fight, and figure out just what was happening. And why she could now see these high schoolers' fellow stands.