Post by demongrrly on Mar 20, 2006 0:46:54 GMT -5
Celeb persona: Josie Maran
Name: Jessica Jane Beauregaurd James
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: brunette
Relatives: Parents (deceased) ..inlaws..that crap
Demeanor: Once bright, lively....now jaded, sarcastic, broken..empty..woot
Profession: Animator at Ward, Rayne and Pyre.
Specieces: Human Necromancer
Level: Moderate
Powers:
Raise Zombies: 4 in one night, 2 at a time if need be.
Resist Vampires: Has a small resistance to vampire tricks, usually tell when they are pulling something etc
See Spirits : Can see the remaining souls of the dead until they disapaite
Sense : Is sensitive to pretenatural energies and magic
( and if you can think of anymore mod level ones..let me know )
History: Little Jess..or Beau as her loving father deemed her was a bright blonde little beauty. Everyones favorite little thing. Cheerful, loving, sensitive..and a devote catholic. Atleast until the day the grade 4 class hamster at MMCS ((mother mary catholic school..)) was found long dead in his pile of shavings..recess rang outside the sunstreaked classroom windows, the perfect framing for the sobbing blonde girl that craddled a lifeless furball in her hands, rocking on knees to an empty wall. It was then that her natural abilities flared, bell ringing to spill hyper active school kids back within the stone walls. Screams followed as she turned to hold out the squeaking zombie of a rodent to the class. What? you'd think they would be happy to have their pet back. Angry calls rang in the ears of the headmaster..her parents..hell anyone that would listen. And soon she found herself an out cast. High school was not different. Her parents switched her from school to school and she gave up her blonde locks for a deep brown..gave into her seemingly god given talents..and curse. Death became her preoccupation..even to the point where she lay pale and bleeding into the steaming heat of pinked bathwater. Pity she survived that and stumbled through the rest of her life doing the only thing that seemed to be constant..being an animator. School was all about studying and once she hit college she wasn't that dark haired outcast deemed Gabriel ..bringer of death..ok so the dark hair stayed but she did manage some normalicy..friends and hell even a devoted boyfriend. ...And then her parents died. She was grief stricken..to the point of isolation..depression..she shut out the world. Flunked out of her senior year of a degree in preternatural lore and biology. ....Beau did the one thing someone should never do...she brought them back..in the stillness of night she wakened her rotting parents, watched them piece themselves back together..tear into her bloodied wrist..vacant gaze empty save for the feral impulse to feed. The two of them at once proved too much and though they listened it took everything last ounce of will to place them back beneath the ground. It was a year before she returned to school..finished up..but somethings would never be right again...until she was hired on at Ward, Rayne and Pyre..it was the only animation firm in Seattle at the time and it wasn't long before she became a power house..a bit of a legend at the firm. She could raise a whooping 2 more zombies a night that anyone else on staff...ok ok so no one was calling guiness but it still brought the big clients her way. She had found her niche and her power was peaking at an almost frightening pace. ..being emersed in her career was all fine and dandy..life was great..and then boom ..Matt Dawson joins the firm. Ill skip the gag worthy part..and well they fell in love. Candy was sweet..flowers smelled pretty..and Beau was happy for the first time in well..forever. Ahh young love..bliss..an apartment full of cardboard boxes labelled kitchen..bedroom..various other things. A note of furniture delivery times was pinned to the fridge, a pair of entangle limbs rolling around the only actual piece already moved in. The soft field of sheet gave way as hips pressed upwards, back bowing and spilling silky mahongany tresses against the mattress. "Matthew Ryan Dawson....STOP TICKLING ME!" A frantic giggle spilled from her lips..and then it happened..in the middle of a August day the sun spotted out..a deep inky black encasing the room. They both froze, wild eyes searching out his as he pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. Her chest tightened as she looked into those scared yet protective blues...heroic..that was the only word. He was about to be stupid and lips parted in a soundless scream as everthing went black. Tortured..sarcrificed..for days that spilled into nights..into timeless voids that ate away at her slowly...nothingness..numbness..chanting and then more of the same. Until that fateful night. Call it black magic, call it a cult but Matt lay dead, split from adams apple to pelvis..flesh pulled wide to expose every innerd..a smorgusboard..the flaps of opened flesh melted back in on themselves..in on his sides. Once life filled orbs dead to the world..empty. She'd spent a month in the hospital..how she faired with only being carved up in palms...feet..temporarily blinded..was a miracle..there was that word again. Now..back out in the world again she was a broken spirit..on leave of absence of work..holed up in the box littered apartment in Kansas City Kansas...welcome to my life.
Name: Jessica Jane Beauregaurd James
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Eye Color: hazel
Hair Color: brunette
Relatives: Parents (deceased) ..inlaws..that crap
Demeanor: Once bright, lively....now jaded, sarcastic, broken..empty..woot
Profession: Animator at Ward, Rayne and Pyre.
Specieces: Human Necromancer
Level: Moderate
Powers:
Raise Zombies: 4 in one night, 2 at a time if need be.
Resist Vampires: Has a small resistance to vampire tricks, usually tell when they are pulling something etc
See Spirits : Can see the remaining souls of the dead until they disapaite
Sense : Is sensitive to pretenatural energies and magic
( and if you can think of anymore mod level ones..let me know )
History: Little Jess..or Beau as her loving father deemed her was a bright blonde little beauty. Everyones favorite little thing. Cheerful, loving, sensitive..and a devote catholic. Atleast until the day the grade 4 class hamster at MMCS ((mother mary catholic school..)) was found long dead in his pile of shavings..recess rang outside the sunstreaked classroom windows, the perfect framing for the sobbing blonde girl that craddled a lifeless furball in her hands, rocking on knees to an empty wall. It was then that her natural abilities flared, bell ringing to spill hyper active school kids back within the stone walls. Screams followed as she turned to hold out the squeaking zombie of a rodent to the class. What? you'd think they would be happy to have their pet back. Angry calls rang in the ears of the headmaster..her parents..hell anyone that would listen. And soon she found herself an out cast. High school was not different. Her parents switched her from school to school and she gave up her blonde locks for a deep brown..gave into her seemingly god given talents..and curse. Death became her preoccupation..even to the point where she lay pale and bleeding into the steaming heat of pinked bathwater. Pity she survived that and stumbled through the rest of her life doing the only thing that seemed to be constant..being an animator. School was all about studying and once she hit college she wasn't that dark haired outcast deemed Gabriel ..bringer of death..ok so the dark hair stayed but she did manage some normalicy..friends and hell even a devoted boyfriend. ...And then her parents died. She was grief stricken..to the point of isolation..depression..she shut out the world. Flunked out of her senior year of a degree in preternatural lore and biology. ....Beau did the one thing someone should never do...she brought them back..in the stillness of night she wakened her rotting parents, watched them piece themselves back together..tear into her bloodied wrist..vacant gaze empty save for the feral impulse to feed. The two of them at once proved too much and though they listened it took everything last ounce of will to place them back beneath the ground. It was a year before she returned to school..finished up..but somethings would never be right again...until she was hired on at Ward, Rayne and Pyre..it was the only animation firm in Seattle at the time and it wasn't long before she became a power house..a bit of a legend at the firm. She could raise a whooping 2 more zombies a night that anyone else on staff...ok ok so no one was calling guiness but it still brought the big clients her way. She had found her niche and her power was peaking at an almost frightening pace. ..being emersed in her career was all fine and dandy..life was great..and then boom ..Matt Dawson joins the firm. Ill skip the gag worthy part..and well they fell in love. Candy was sweet..flowers smelled pretty..and Beau was happy for the first time in well..forever. Ahh young love..bliss..an apartment full of cardboard boxes labelled kitchen..bedroom..various other things. A note of furniture delivery times was pinned to the fridge, a pair of entangle limbs rolling around the only actual piece already moved in. The soft field of sheet gave way as hips pressed upwards, back bowing and spilling silky mahongany tresses against the mattress. "Matthew Ryan Dawson....STOP TICKLING ME!" A frantic giggle spilled from her lips..and then it happened..in the middle of a August day the sun spotted out..a deep inky black encasing the room. They both froze, wild eyes searching out his as he pressed a finger to her lips and shook his head. Her chest tightened as she looked into those scared yet protective blues...heroic..that was the only word. He was about to be stupid and lips parted in a soundless scream as everthing went black. Tortured..sarcrificed..for days that spilled into nights..into timeless voids that ate away at her slowly...nothingness..numbness..chanting and then more of the same. Until that fateful night. Call it black magic, call it a cult but Matt lay dead, split from adams apple to pelvis..flesh pulled wide to expose every innerd..a smorgusboard..the flaps of opened flesh melted back in on themselves..in on his sides. Once life filled orbs dead to the world..empty. She'd spent a month in the hospital..how she faired with only being carved up in palms...feet..temporarily blinded..was a miracle..there was that word again. Now..back out in the world again she was a broken spirit..on leave of absence of work..holed up in the box littered apartment in Kansas City Kansas...welcome to my life.
and there ya go