Post by Jessica-Olivia Blue on Jul 27, 2008 8:18:38 GMT -6
there's those eyes again
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Oh when she knows, what she wants, with her time;
Oh when she knows, what she wants, she's so fine
one hundred bodies fill this
[/i][/color] room[/b][/color][/font][/center]name « Christianna
age «[/color] 18
experience «[/color] about 2-3 years
other characters «[/color] Rupert Giles
contact «[/color] christina_punkprincess@yahoo.com
how'd you find us? «[/color] support.proboards[/color]
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you won't even know i'm
[/i][/color] gone[/b][/color][/font][/center]character's full name «[/color] Jessica-Olivia Mackenzie Blue
Shorts «[/color] Jess, Jessie, Kenzie
Age «[/color] 7
Birthday «[/color] 3rd August 2001
Sexuality «[/color] Straight...but thinks boys are icky XP
Alliance «[/color] good
Position «[/color] witch
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[/b][/color][/font][/center]Eyes «[/color] Large, grey
Hair «[/color] Short, blond
Height «[/color] easy.
Weight «[/color] 20 kilograms
Tattoos/Piercings/Distinguishing Features «[/color] a seven year old tattooed girl...that'll make my day
Play-By «[/color] Anna Sophie Robb
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[/i][/color] again[/b][/color][/font][/center]Likes «[/color] reading, drawing, practicing spells with Willow, everyone at the Academy, her new 'dad', playing with balls, her teddy bear(Mr Snuffles), making new friends, exploring the academy, trying out new spells, challenging herself, chewing gum, gummy bears, marbles, being in the center of attention.
Dislikes «[/color] blood, heights, her mother's death, being ignored, failing, disappointing people, loud noises, getting told off, getting caught, clowns, tall people.
Strengths «[/color] Friendly, sweet, great listener, eager student, sure of herself, extraordinary powers for her age.
Weaknesses «[/color] Easily frightened, cries easily, too curious, easily excited, over-dependent.
Fears «[/color] Being left alone, blood, heights, clowns, meeting mum's killer.
Habits «[/color] Twirl her hair, bite her thumb, hug you with choking strength, always hold you(like, hold your hand and hates letting go), cries when shouted at.
Goals «[/color] Being a witch, actually study at the academy, creating her own spells.
Lock Box «[/color] That she secretly read her mother's journal, and so knew about what lead up to her mum's death; Her fear of heights; her ability to tell the future/past.
Overall Personality «[/color] Everyone in the academy absolutely adores Jessie, and with good reason. She is never in a bad mood, always smiling cheerfully at everyone, almost as if she hadn''t a care in the world, which of course, couldn't be more wrong. You could have sworn that the tiny girl was made of energy, the way she moved around so. Jess is always in a state of excitement, be it because a would-be-Slayer agreed to play with her after her training session or she just found a new place to explore in the Academy. One thing for sure is that Jessica seemed hell bent on making Gile's new term of parenthood as hard as it could possibly get. Kenzie is always up to some mischief or another, but everytime you want to punnish her, her smile will always melt your heart. She is friends with just about everyone on campus, and can often be found chatting someone up. It annoys Giles halfway to death, as when Jessie sneaks out at night to talk to someone, he'd never be able to find her, having to look in all the dormrooms. She can be a tad irrsponsible, often leaving without writing a note like he had ordered, and often forgetting things that could be potentially dangerous, seeing the situation she is in.
Despite her grand age of seven, Jessica pretty much looks and acts like a five year old. She is absolutely tiny for her age, more often than not making people do the mistake of under estimating her. With good friends, she really does act like a bit of a limpet, whining and asking for hugs, and above all never letting you go. It could be her problems as a child, or the negative amount of kids in the academy, but thats just the way it is. She gets frightened really easily, a most annoying fact as if she was, she tended to scream at the top of her lungs. This, of course, in a building full of slayers and watchers often leads to about 50 people charging in with stakes and guns, just to rescue her...from a spider. Jessica can be described as a bit of a crybaby, and at the slightest harsh word her big, grey eyes fill up with tears will alarming speed. She never holds grudges, however, and her mood can literally be improved within seconds. She hates it when people scream or argue, and often tries to break them up. She dislikes loud noises, easily frightened by them, especially at night.
Jessica really does have an amazing store of power at her young age, unusually so. The little girl can actually look back in time, or forwards into the future, without wanting to. This occurs in sharp flashback scenes, often leaving her with a trembling lower lip and eyes full of tears. For it was not scenes of teddy bears and rainbows she saw, not even great big fat spiders. No, the girl somehow has a connection that enables her to see with gruesome detail, muders and going ons of the outside world. She is highly secretive over this, not telling anyone other than Willow, her mentor, and her adopted dad, Giles. Despite this, she can be described as strong willed. The girl will never back down, no matter how much you try and make her. There is just a quality about her that often makes you pour your heart out to her, telling her all your secrets but Jessica will never reveal to anyone. Because of her carelessness, she is known to accidently slip things out, but so far it is a no-harm-done situation.
Of course, there are times, because of her dreams, when she just isn't herself. At times, Jessica acted like she was possessed, but there was no explanation for it. All Giles cared to say on this subject was that the experiences she gone through affected her, as it would the best of us. So just in those times, Jess acted like few had ever seen her. During the out of mind times, Jess often threw things, destroyed them as if they had done her a personal affront. Sometimes, almost as if she was mad, Jess would just sing to herself, her voice no louder than a whisper, her eyes vacant. At others she often just jumped up and started screaming. It was all just two much for her to handle. She had tried to kill herself five times during this periods. Twice she was rescued by her mum, twice by nameless, faceless friends of her mother and once by Giles. the strangest things about these periods were that she never remembered them afterwards.
Jessica-Olivia Blue is no ordinary girl, make no doubt about that. There are more to her than meets the eye, and secrets lay untouched beneath the surface. Will you help her uncover them?
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[/i][/color] with shoelace[/b][/color][/font][/center]Father «[/color] unknown
Mother «[/color] Kaylee Aurelia Blue; deceased; ex-slayer
Siblings «[/color] none
Hometown «[/color] Los Angeles
Heritage «[/color] mother: American, French
Other «[/color] no
Best Memory «[/color] Being adopted by Giles;;Learning that she was a witch
Worst Memory «[/color] Learning about her mother's death
Overall History «[/color] Dear Diary,
Before I read in you might thoughts, I must tell you my history, so you can first understand it. Perhaps, so maybe I can understand it. I don't, you see, not really. All the pictures keep emerging in my head, some of them fuzzy, some of them completely unitelligible, all thought over with pain. What I've been through isn't fair for a girl...isn't fair for anyone, really. Everything frightens me, and I just hate being alone because of it. Why? Because when I'm alone, the same picture keeps coming to me, saying the same words. "I will come for you, and when I do..." You probably don't understand what I'm saying. You might even think I'm making it up. But it would impossible to make that up, the hatred in those eyes every time it spoke to me. I'll start over, right back to the beginning. This is an untold story, but written in the hopes that it might not be that way in the future. So here we go:
My mum didn't really plan on having me. She didn't say so, but I could tell. For one, I overheard her telling her friend that she was raped, and that I was the result. I asked Willow what the word meant, for I was but five at the time but she didn't want to tell me. Willow looked really shocked though, and gave me a long lecture on why I shouldn't think about things like that. I told her I can't think of something I didn't know about. But whatever rape was, my mother had it done when she was only sixteen. When mum was eighteen, we joined the academy together, although not without some struggle. I don't have a dad, and I don't know why. Mum said he got lost. Everytime I ask why he didn't get a map to find us, she'd start crying and her friends would tell me to talk about something else. I truly don't understand, and I doubt I ever will. Mum didn't give me a dad, but I'm sure she did her very best. She worked hard with the academy every day, and at night she'd work as well to pay a baby sitter to watch over me while she was studying. I love her, and thats the simple truth. A part of her, I can tell, is missing, but she gave everything else to me. She was kind and sweet, and absolutely no one can replace her.
But at five, the flashbacks began. I kept seeing things that weren't there, people I've never seen before pleading me for help. It nearly drove me mad. The people got hurt, their bodies almost torn apart by forces I couldn't see. At first my mum and I thought it was just nightmares, but it kept hapenning again over and over in the day as well. Mum finally asked thre others about my case, and some people my mum introduced to me as witches started questioning me day and night. Finally I just asked what was going on, and they just said that I had been over tired, played too much. All I needed was some medicine to make me sleep better. For strangely, the 'nightmares' never some to me when I'm asleep. They kept repeating it was nothing, but everytime I had this dreams, my mum gets really excited, calling lots of people over who start asking me things like what I saw, whom was there and here it was. The dreams always leaves me shaking, but I thought it was just a game, a punishment for being naughty. Finally, one day, a kind Slayer asked me about one of my dreams, than left saying she would handle it. Two hours later, I had the same dream, but it was the girl that talked to me later, and she was bleeding. I never saw her again. I was six than, but I knew. It wasn't a dream, it was really hapenning to me. I was frightened, but I never told anyone. For some strange reason, I thought that mum would cry even more if I do.
It kept hapening over and over again when I turned seven, but than the pain stung less, as I knew what was hapening. Because sometimes, if I was fast enough, I could tell the others if a person was getting hurt, and at times they were rescued. It was like a dulled ache, but it helped me to know that good came out of my nightmares. A couple of weeks before my seventh birthday, my mum introduced me to Willow, and even though I already knew the pretty red haired woman, mummy said this time it was a formal meeting. Mummy wanted me to be with Willow, to have her teach me. Mummy said I had the makings of a great witch. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but judging by the tears on mummy's face, it was good. Because they were happy tears.
In one of my worse dreams, I saw my own mum lying on a floor somewhere with four others, bleeding and clutching her stomach. Beside her was a kneeling thing of such awful features that I can't describe, nor will ever try to. It had horns, with large, shiny teeth dripping with blood and eyes so...It was the eyes that frightened me the most. They were so filled with hatred that I wondered what could possibly have happened to him that made him so. No one else had ever seen me before when I was in my dreams, but he did. He smiled at me, showing his blood red lips and endless rows of teeth. He reached out a hand, asking me to come over, to come help poor, darling mummy. I refused, remembering what the others thought me and he snarled furiously, his features mutilating into something even worse. "I will come for you, and when I do..." I woke up and told everyone about this, but when they rushed over, it was too late.
I swear, a part of me died with her that night. I still, at times hear him calling for me, that silky tone of his voice, the hatred in his eyes. He promises to come for me, I just hope I'll never figure out what he'll actually do when he does. A huge fight shook over whom was to take care of me. Some said the local orphanage. In a way, Rupert Giles was my savior. He insisted on having me, and when others protested, he was angry like I've never seen before. So a week after my mother's death, I moved in his room. It was nice there, he comforted me, never letting me suffer in any way. I started calling him 'dad', for I don't have one, and he'll do till mine finally thinks of getting a map to find me.
Thats all I can remember, thats all I can say for now.
Bye, Diary,
Jessica-Olivia Mackenzie Blue
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oh yeah, you can't blame him for trying
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They had better catch up with the paperwork before it leaves them even further behind, Giles had warned them darkly, and of course they had compiled. Things had to be recorded, for their own benefit. With a faculty so large, many things could be ignored, or unknown. It was an aggravating, tiring job, sorting everyone out so they were at least on the same page with everything. But the staff Angel had set to it impressed even him. They were quick and thorough, and finally it seemed that they could finally put an end to the general confusion going around. Buffy had complained to him that some Watchers had three Slayers, others one from the lack of organization before. Now everything was just about sorted out, and thank heavens for that. Everything was recorded: What the crisis was, what time did it occur, whom were sent out to handle it, and whether they all returned safely. It even said what state the gang sent out returned, and whether there were any side effects.
"Daddy," a voice called out excitedly, and he turned in exasperation to see little Jessica trailing after him. The seven year old girl he had 'adopted' after the death of her mother, a Slayer working there, was utterly adorable. But she acted like a complete limpet at times, hardly daring to let go of him whenever she saw him. And that annoying habit of calling him her father...all these thoughts vanished as she ran forwards and hugged his knees tightly, and with a smile he scooped up Jess and carried her to the lobby. For as old as the seven year old was, she looked more like a five year old with the size and weight to match. She pulled at his neck as he walked, causing him slight difficulties in breathing but Giles made no effort to pull her off. Yes, he was a bit of a softie at times, as difficult as you may find that to believe.
He smiled at the man behind the counter as he got there, grunting as Jessica scrambled off to hug him tightly. For heaven's sakes, act rationally, child. Jessica was wildly received in the Academy, becoming quick friends with just about everyone for her friendly nature. Giles watched in silent amusement as Jessica went and sat on the man's lap now. Connor. Giles didn't know him too well, just the odd conversation, but apparently Jessica did. Hardly surprising, considering. "Do you have the files Angel gave you?" he asked him.
I can make it of Jessica if you'd like
