The Adventurer's Battle (Round One: Room 1-0A)

Name: Jammroll Rockenzie (actual name Janice Alderson)
Color: #0077FF
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Adventure of origin: Meander
Weapons/Abilities: Jammroll carries about her Thunderbolt Bass, known as Steve. Musically Steve is just a regular bass guitar, but it is custom made and unique. Its shape has been built in a way that only Jammroll can play it comfortably, its wood has been strengthened with a highly tensile alloy of steel, and it's a adequate bludgeon should it come to that, a quality not often found in bass guitars. Another quality of Steve is its unique compatibility with Jammroll's Backpack Nuclear Amplifier, otherwise known as her Nuclear Amp (Atomic Amp?). An ICLFTR (implausibly compact liquid fluoride thorium reactor) inside the amp generates nuclear energy, which naturally brings the amp's power to insane proportions, though she does have to refuel it and drain off the nuclear waste (protactinium-231, yay!) every so often. She also has a machete hidden in her ponytail. Somehow.
Description:

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Jammroll wears clothes suited to whatever genre she feels like, which is usually anything that needs a bitchin' bass. In this case though, she is wearing a somewhat torn white T-shirt and grey cargo pants from which any distinguishing features (and pockets) were bleached long ago. Her hair is dyed electric blue and tied up into a ponytail with its bottom edge dyed gunmetal grey. Steve, the Thunderbolt Bass, is an electric bass in the same electric blue color, with a lightning bolt emblazoned across the body. Jammroll's nuclear amp is a flattish black box, about the size of a regular backpack, with an array of speakers built into the back. A small screen on the side gives status reports on the ICLFTR's status.
Biography: Jammroll Rockenzie stood on the witness stand of a courtroom in Enmity City. She'd been called in again on a case she was only marginally involved in, and only because of her close association with Redria¦Emcorp; her late father had been a Redria executive and the mantle of his clout was naturally hers to inherit. As a result she was legally bound to testify on matters she knew barely anything about, usually pertaining to issues occurring under her father's posthumous jurisdiction...and by fuck she was sick of it.

"Raise your right hand."

She did so in a practiced motion, and held her breath tight for a second, hoping-

"Do you, Janice Alderson-"

Shit. The courts still hadn't got the message then, about the name. She would have to talk to Peter again tonight - ask him why he hadn't pressed harder -

"-do swear to tell the truth-"

Jammroll hated the oath. It reminded her that legally, the truth could get you killed. Especially if you were testifying for Redria¦Emcorp.

"-the whole truth-"

She hated the way it gave no loophole, no way of backing out if things went south. Not that things went south for the largest corporation in Enmity City. Redria¦Emcorp could be sitting on the North Pole, sending everything else south, for all the trouble they got.

"-and nothing but the truth?"

The assembled members of the court saw Jammroll Rockenzie look up with a glare that could move mountains, open her mouth, and vanish in a flash of fire and smoke. Of course, they might have embroidered the story a bit.