Joyce Ivy was a very unlucky person. That's why she died so young.
But perhaps it was the rare bit of luck in her life that brought her back to life. Sure, she was bound to a System and brought to an unfamiliar world, but at least she was alive, right?
But she let herself relax too soon.
Although the System initially acted like an idiot, explaining nothing and giving her vague things to figure out on her own, Joyce was sharp enough to see at a glance what it really was: a gacha system with no guarantee of a good draw.
Was this a golden finger? No, it was one of a thousand ways to torment an unlucky person.
Joyce looked at the few traits she had drawn in her beginner's ten-pull, and felt her heart sink.
Trait 1: [Eldest Child]. You are the eldest child in your family.
Trait 2: [Metal]. You have an insanely cool exoskeletal power suit.
Trait 3: [Madness]. Your mental state is just a little bit abnormal.
She looked up at the task given by the System: Please use randomly drawn traits to create a persona, then use that persona to obtain a [normalcy rating] in the eyes of others.
Leaving aside what kind of normal this "normalcy rating" is supposed to mean, of these three traits, which two besides eldest child are even remotely normal?
Joyce broke down. Then she pulled herself together and started throwing caution to the wind as she created personas. At the time, she had no idea of the bloody chaos her personas would soon face
The young man was shrouded in a cold, brooding aura, and deeply suppressed madness lurked in his blue eyes. The pain of broken bones clung to him like a parasite, never leaving. Beneath his clothes, his body was covered in scars. All of it made him look like a cornered beast with nowhere left to run.
Cold rain fell in the dead of night, running down his hair. He lowered his head and did not look at Nightwing, who had followed him outside.
Dick looked at the young man, disheveled but still standing straight-backed, and found the feelings in his heart too complicated to put into words.
He had once been the eldest brother of "us."
[Persona One unlocked: The Beast in the Cage]
[Create a new persona. Host, please draw traits as soon as possible.]
If she had known things would end up like this, Joyce would never have put together a persona so casually. After all, who could have guessed that every trait, normal or not, would be an SSR? The [Madness] trait came from the Joker kind.
Joyce looked at the bizarre new traits in her hand. With the System constantly urging her on and a group of wary superheroes watching, she could only press on with creating personas, close to tears.
As new traits and personas were pushed into existence through Joyce, she realized that things might not be as simple as they seemed.
[Main Persona unlocked: Lucky One]
[Lucky One: Guess, is this bad luck or good luck, little Joyce?]
The blurb may be revised again. This is an early concept. Note from 7/24, screenshot saved.
Theme: You can't rely on luck to take control of your life