With the new event, I keep getting annoyed that Jhaoda is acting in a way that doesn't fit her backstory at all. I like her to be clear, but I really really wanted her backstory to be a part of how she acts in the game as well...
For those who didn't read her backstory, firstly you should because it's excellent and here is the important one for this discussion (Companion story 3) (It is attached below for those who want to read it.
Jahoda basically went on a revenge quest, stalked and murdered a bunch of guys and the killed her target while she herself was sick, starving and injured. She also lost her arm as a result.
Now explain to me how this character inner thoughts show her to be scared, when in most likelihood she could and would kick the ass of anyone stupid enough to cross her? This feels so wildly inconsistent and I am not sure why the writers went in that direction.
What do you think?
Also here is the story I was talking about:
By the time Jahoda's childhood came to an end, her enemies were the ones losing sleep.
In the past, Ratfan had always trusted in the power of money. It could hire members of the Seahook Gang to take out their own boss, throwing the troublesome gang into disarray. It could buy barrels of oil to burn away all the evidence and scare off the faint-hearted. And most importantly, it could be used to buy valuable intelligence from that mysterious businesswoman.
The hidden powers that once controlled Nasha Town were gone, leaving only money as the path to power.
But the hunter who had set his sights on him didn't need it.
"Enough! Show yourself! What do you want from me!?"
The burly man bellowed into the silent forest. His camp had just been raided again. Somehow, the small, wiry assassin had slipped inside, effortlessly taking down one guard after another. She had pierced three warning drums with her arrows and even reached the very center of the camp. If she hadn't stumbled from the roof in her weakened state, Ratfan's head would already have been separated from his body. Yet even after taking two arrows and a hammer blow, she had still dashed back into the forest, disappearing without a trace. And just like countless nights before, she would return the next night, always managing to track Ratfan no matter where he fled.
Exhaustion and fear had everyone on edge. Some said the girl had long since died, and that what kept returning was merely her spirit, driven by obsession. Others said she had devolved into a member of the Wild Hunt, and that only the Ratniki could stop her now.
But Ratfan knew the truth: she was just a little girl. He had seen Jahoda when he scouted the Seahook Gang before, and even the gang's boss had praised her highly.
Back then, Jahoda was a slight and ingenuous kid. When she stood below with the others, she would secretly tug at her companion's hand, swaying back and forth, only calming down after a gentle tap on the head. She had looked nothing like a thief. By any measure, she still had a long way to grow, or perhaps, she didn't even know what form she wanted to shape herself into.
Now Ratfan knew he had been wrong. Jahoda didn't need time to grow — she just needed a reason.
And he had given her that reason with his own hands.
—So be it, then. They would settle this in the way thieves knew best.
Another night, Ratfan had torches planted all around the camp, and he stood alone in the center, weapon in hand.
He couldn't even remember the last time he had held a weapon himself. The sword felt impossibly heavy, heavier than a bag stuffed full of Mora.
As expected, his opponent appeared, calmly stepping into the obvious trap.
The torches lit up Jahoda's face, gaunt from hunger. A lingering fever had drained all color from her skin, and her hair clung to her cheeks like withered grass. Her lips were cracked like parched earth, yet her eyes still shone, bright, sharp, and unyielding. It was as if she had struck a bargain with death itself, her soul burning with a fierce vitality that would last until her vengeance was complete.
Jahoda was a lone gambler, and her life was her final chip.
Since she had nothing to lose, why not go all in?
"Kid... let's talk, alright? Whatever you want, I can give it to you, just name it."
Ratfan swallowed hard, the bravery he'd scraped together already slipping away.
He knew those eyes too well. They belonged to a desperate soul.
"I—I know you're a good person, Jahoda..."
Jahoda had nothing. But he had so much — money, jewels, gold, wealth, luxury, all waiting for him.
"L—Listen to me, don't do anything reckless... we can..."
But Jahoda didn't need any of it.
She had already sunk her teeth into her prey.