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Don't bother asking how old I am... Like I'd share that with you...
I look, however, like I'm in my early twenties....
I suppose you could say that I've had one hell of a life....
I was born, Jadyn Callie Jones, and as I grew up, everyone just called me JJ for short, never wanting to spell my first name... Or remember the rest of it. It was a dull existence... I was a middle class kid, growing up in suburbia number one-oh-three, you know the deal, the single story white house, the picket fence, two point five children... It's not an exciting life... And never would be.
But things changed, at least, for me they did. I was about seventeen, walking home from a night out with friends. We'd gone to see some movie or something, and I was the last to part from the group itself, most of them lived a few streets from my place, in apartments, or the smaller houses around my neighborhood.... Anyway, I was walking home from hanging out with friends, when I started to get more than a little tripped out...
I have an over-active imagination, I gotta tell you, and it's gotten me into trouble more times than I'd like to count for you. But that night, well, maybe I should have actually listened to that niggling little feeling that told me something was wrong that night. If I had listened... Maybe what did happen, wouldn't have....
I don't remember a whole lot about what happened that night, and I only know this, had it not happened, my life would be so different... That would be the last time I would see my friends, my family, or sunlight for that matter... At least, for a long while it would be.
I had been attacked, that night... And when I awoke, I was nowhere I had ever seen. A black satin nightgown was all I was wearing, gone were the clothes I'd been wearing, my shoes, purse and personal items, were nowhere in sight. I was panicked, starving, and had no idea where I was, how I'd come to be there, or any other such thing...
It was a terrifying amount of time before someone finally arrived, telling me that I'd been lucky to survive such an attack. I was confused, attack, what the hell were they talking about, I'd just been heading home, and next thing I knew I was here. The person smiled at me, when I asked such apparently silly questions, and explained.
Creature of the night... Those were the words that were to haunt my thoughts for the next six months of my life. I was horrified, I didn't want to be some creepy vampire, like Lost Boys or Blade... Hell no... I enjoyed sun-tanning, and eating junk food... Oh yeah, and that whole reflection thing... Not cool for applying makeup.
Alot of the standards vampires are held to, are completely fake. While I don't show up in mirrors, I can be photographed, and I don't need makeup anymore, so there's a plus to being forever stuck looking as a young adult. My hair never grows past where it was when I died... Which doesn't say much.... I've tried cutting the long locks before, but no... It doesn't work, next night, poof, they're back down to my butt, and in the same damned cut.
Anyway... So that's how I became a vampire, at just 17 years old... Innocent and naive, I was taken under the wing of a few people who wanted to make me do something useful instead of just killing. They put me to work on an underground task force, putting the supernatural to work for them.
Now, I'm heading to Trinity Castle... Got an invite awhile back, sounded fun, and I'm so far overdue for a vacation....
What I'm like, is of no consequence to you...
But, now you know what I am, so you may as well know what I'm like. I have a fierce sense of loyalty, I don't like people being abused, no matter what race they may be... I guess most people say I'm a softy when it comes to how I like things to be. I'm tough, and rough, and I don't like being screwed with or toyed with by others.
I will however, tease and flirt my way through people if it's possible. I like people in general, and I've always loved talking to others, finding out about who they are, and what makes them tick.... It's fascinating to me, all the diversity in this world, and people are so caught up in their own lives, that they never get to experience it, not even a fraction of what they could....
What can I do? Now there's a fun question...
Vampiric Abilities The standard, strength, speed, great night vision... You know the stuff....
Time Manipulation While I can't go back and forth at will, I can slow it down, or speed it up as I wish.
Psychometry With the touch of a hand, I can tell things about a person, just by touching something of theirs.
Multilocation I can multiply myself, at will.
Pets? Animals don't really like me....
Yeah, seriously, animals... Oh, that kind of pet??? Nah, none of those yet....
Don't bother asking how old I am... Like I'd share that with you...
I look, however, like I'm in my early twenties....
I suppose you could say that I've had one hell of a life....
I was born, Jadyn Callie Jones, and as I grew up, everyone just called me JJ for short, never wanting to spell my first name... Or remember the rest of it. It was a dull existence... I was a middle class kid, growing up in suburbia number one-oh-three, you know the deal, the single story white house, the picket fence, two point five children... It's not an exciting life... And never would be.
But things changed, at least, for me they did. I was about seventeen, walking home from a night out with friends. We'd gone to see some movie or something, and I was the last to part from the group itself, most of them lived a few streets from my place, in apartments, or the smaller houses around my neighborhood.... Anyway, I was walking home from hanging out with friends, when I started to get more than a little tripped out...
I have an over-active imagination, I gotta tell you, and it's gotten me into trouble more times than I'd like to count for you. But that night, well, maybe I should have actually listened to that niggling little feeling that told me something was wrong that night. If I had listened... Maybe what did happen, wouldn't have....
I don't remember a whole lot about what happened that night, and I only know this, had it not happened, my life would be so different... That would be the last time I would see my friends, my family, or sunlight for that matter... At least, for a long while it would be.
I had been attacked, that night... And when I awoke, I was nowhere I had ever seen. A black satin nightgown was all I was wearing, gone were the clothes I'd been wearing, my shoes, purse and personal items, were nowhere in sight. I was panicked, starving, and had no idea where I was, how I'd come to be there, or any other such thing...
It was a terrifying amount of time before someone finally arrived, telling me that I'd been lucky to survive such an attack. I was confused, attack, what the hell were they talking about, I'd just been heading home, and next thing I knew I was here. The person smiled at me, when I asked such apparently silly questions, and explained.
Creature of the night... Those were the words that were to haunt my thoughts for the next six months of my life. I was horrified, I didn't want to be some creepy vampire, like Lost Boys or Blade... Hell no... I enjoyed sun-tanning, and eating junk food... Oh yeah, and that whole reflection thing... Not cool for applying makeup.
Alot of the standards vampires are held to, are completely fake. While I don't show up in mirrors, I can be photographed, and I don't need makeup anymore, so there's a plus to being forever stuck looking as a young adult. My hair never grows past where it was when I died... Which doesn't say much.... I've tried cutting the long locks before, but no... It doesn't work, next night, poof, they're back down to my butt, and in the same damned cut.
Anyway... So that's how I became a vampire, at just 17 years old... Innocent and naive, I was taken under the wing of a few people who wanted to make me do something useful instead of just killing. They put me to work on an underground task force, putting the supernatural to work for them.
Now, I'm heading to Trinity Castle... Got an invite awhile back, sounded fun, and I'm so far overdue for a vacation....
What I'm like, is of no consequence to you...
But, now you know what I am, so you may as well know what I'm like. I have a fierce sense of loyalty, I don't like people being abused, no matter what race they may be... I guess most people say I'm a softy when it comes to how I like things to be. I'm tough, and rough, and I don't like being screwed with or toyed with by others.
I will however, tease and flirt my way through people if it's possible. I like people in general, and I've always loved talking to others, finding out about who they are, and what makes them tick.... It's fascinating to me, all the diversity in this world, and people are so caught up in their own lives, that they never get to experience it, not even a fraction of what they could....
What can I do? Now there's a fun question...
Vampiric Abilities The standard, strength, speed, great night vision... You know the stuff....
Time Manipulation While I can't go back and forth at will, I can slow it down, or speed it up as I wish.
Psychometry With the touch of a hand, I can tell things about a person, just by touching something of theirs.
Multilocation I can multiply myself, at will.
Pets? Animals don't really like me....
Yeah, seriously, animals... Oh, that kind of pet??? Nah, none of those yet....
