Post by Jessalyn on Aug 13, 2008 10:23:52 GMT -5
Name: Jessalyn Abagail Bennett
Gender: Female
Age: 18 (98 in vampire years)
Appearance: (picture)
Category (vampire, werewolf, human): Vampire
Hometown: London, England
Now Forks, Washington
Family: Lorain Bennett, deceased of old age
Edmond Bennett, deceased, due to murder
Strengths & Weaknesses: Jessalyn's ability to make you believe, anything and independence are her strengths. Having to con, her way out of difficult situations while human, it has enabled her as a vampire to persuade others with, small thoughts entering their minds. In one quick painless talk with her, she could convince you of anything. The only down fall to this is, she has not yet learned to master the power of persuasion, and only seems able to whenever she finds herself in dangerous situations.
Her independence is both a strength and weakness, the upside would be that she thinks that she can do anything by herself, but the downfall is that, she doesn't understand that she can not always rely on herself, and needs help from others. She also does not feel the need to make real connections to people, due to the murder of her father as she feels was her fault.
Personality: Jessalyn relies on, quick wit, sarcasm, and the cold hard truth to show her personality. She comes of as a smart mouth, but actually is very compassionate and caring. Even though people seem to be drawn to her when she lets her true colors show, she still pushes them away.
History: (Should be at least 2 paragraphs long)
On September 29, 1913 Jessalyn and her father quickly made their way in to the black carriage that was to take them to somewhere, anywhere, but where they were. With the passing of her beloved mother, they both felt it most prudent to find a new place to call home. Somewhere that didn't have her sweet scent engraved in the manor that they lived in. With a quick glance at the black horses and coach man, they quickly sat inside the carriage. With a fast lurch, they sat in silence, before the man asked them were they were headed. His voice, she could recall it easily, it seemed to flow out of his mouth with ease, and elegance. "Brighton" her father said easily mumbling to himself.
She seemed to lose track of time, when sleep took her hostage. She felt the slowing speed of the horses, until there was no movement. She glanced at her father who seemed worried. "We have arrived at your destination sir," the man called from the front. The carriage door swung open, to reveal a angelic man, the face of a man no more than the tender age of 20, golden eyes that made her heart skip a beat. But something seemed out of place, though his face angelic, he seemed as though he had not a proper rest in ages. The man took her and gently as he helped her out, "You're cold, Sir" The man only smiled and let his hand swipe a long black hair from her face, letting it trail down to her neck. Her father cleared his throat, not liking the way the strange man looked at her daughter. He had hungry eyes.
"Where are we?" father asked. "Your finial destination, Sir." With quick movements he appeared behind her father, his mouth open ready for the kill. "Unhand me you fool!" Her fathers voice quivered. The man chuckled and looked at Jessalyn, he slowly sunk his teeth into the jugular vein of her father, and began to drink. "RUN JESSALYN!" Her father gasped, as his eyes began to seem to get heavier. She ran, as fast as she could, her long lacy ivory dress ripping as she tripped over tree's and such. But he was there, in front of her. "Please sir, I beg you to see reason, to pity me, I am only 18, please take pity on my soul..." He nodded before appearing behind, her ripping at the necklace that her mother gave her. "If pity is what you desire, pity you shall receive"
The sun, glistened on a small feeble tree. She followed the sun light and looked for a way out. A clearing, she had seen it! She walked quickly, into the light, spinning, but as she looked down at her skin it seemed to sparkle like a million diamonds in the sun.
RP sample:
"I need to pick up a schedule," Her voice light, dripping with a accent that didn't make its way in a small place like this. The women looked at her, for what seemed like a hour, and finally spoke "Whats your name dear?" her voice timid "Jessalyn Bennett" The women scooted her chair across the floor to the schedule file cabinet and scaled through the names making a strange 'clucking' sound. It always amazed her at how lazy humans were. "Here ya go dear!" Jessalyn's pale once a light Carmel toned hand, took the schedule out of her hands, she gave a quick nod then started making her way out. "Have a great first day Ms. Bennett!" Jessalyn chucked a little before replying "I'm sure I won't."
Gender: Female
Age: 18 (98 in vampire years)
Appearance: (picture)
Category (vampire, werewolf, human): Vampire
Hometown: London, England
Now Forks, Washington
Family: Lorain Bennett, deceased of old age
Edmond Bennett, deceased, due to murder
Strengths & Weaknesses: Jessalyn's ability to make you believe, anything and independence are her strengths. Having to con, her way out of difficult situations while human, it has enabled her as a vampire to persuade others with, small thoughts entering their minds. In one quick painless talk with her, she could convince you of anything. The only down fall to this is, she has not yet learned to master the power of persuasion, and only seems able to whenever she finds herself in dangerous situations.
Her independence is both a strength and weakness, the upside would be that she thinks that she can do anything by herself, but the downfall is that, she doesn't understand that she can not always rely on herself, and needs help from others. She also does not feel the need to make real connections to people, due to the murder of her father as she feels was her fault.
Personality: Jessalyn relies on, quick wit, sarcasm, and the cold hard truth to show her personality. She comes of as a smart mouth, but actually is very compassionate and caring. Even though people seem to be drawn to her when she lets her true colors show, she still pushes them away.
History: (Should be at least 2 paragraphs long)
On September 29, 1913 Jessalyn and her father quickly made their way in to the black carriage that was to take them to somewhere, anywhere, but where they were. With the passing of her beloved mother, they both felt it most prudent to find a new place to call home. Somewhere that didn't have her sweet scent engraved in the manor that they lived in. With a quick glance at the black horses and coach man, they quickly sat inside the carriage. With a fast lurch, they sat in silence, before the man asked them were they were headed. His voice, she could recall it easily, it seemed to flow out of his mouth with ease, and elegance. "Brighton" her father said easily mumbling to himself.
She seemed to lose track of time, when sleep took her hostage. She felt the slowing speed of the horses, until there was no movement. She glanced at her father who seemed worried. "We have arrived at your destination sir," the man called from the front. The carriage door swung open, to reveal a angelic man, the face of a man no more than the tender age of 20, golden eyes that made her heart skip a beat. But something seemed out of place, though his face angelic, he seemed as though he had not a proper rest in ages. The man took her and gently as he helped her out, "You're cold, Sir" The man only smiled and let his hand swipe a long black hair from her face, letting it trail down to her neck. Her father cleared his throat, not liking the way the strange man looked at her daughter. He had hungry eyes.
"Where are we?" father asked. "Your finial destination, Sir." With quick movements he appeared behind her father, his mouth open ready for the kill. "Unhand me you fool!" Her fathers voice quivered. The man chuckled and looked at Jessalyn, he slowly sunk his teeth into the jugular vein of her father, and began to drink. "RUN JESSALYN!" Her father gasped, as his eyes began to seem to get heavier. She ran, as fast as she could, her long lacy ivory dress ripping as she tripped over tree's and such. But he was there, in front of her. "Please sir, I beg you to see reason, to pity me, I am only 18, please take pity on my soul..." He nodded before appearing behind, her ripping at the necklace that her mother gave her. "If pity is what you desire, pity you shall receive"
The sun, glistened on a small feeble tree. She followed the sun light and looked for a way out. A clearing, she had seen it! She walked quickly, into the light, spinning, but as she looked down at her skin it seemed to sparkle like a million diamonds in the sun.
RP sample:
"I need to pick up a schedule," Her voice light, dripping with a accent that didn't make its way in a small place like this. The women looked at her, for what seemed like a hour, and finally spoke "Whats your name dear?" her voice timid "Jessalyn Bennett" The women scooted her chair across the floor to the schedule file cabinet and scaled through the names making a strange 'clucking' sound. It always amazed her at how lazy humans were. "Here ya go dear!" Jessalyn's pale once a light Carmel toned hand, took the schedule out of her hands, she gave a quick nod then started making her way out. "Have a great first day Ms. Bennett!" Jessalyn chucked a little before replying "I'm sure I won't."
