Post by jamie belle___" on Sept 20, 2008 8:47:55 GMT -5
OUT OF CHARACTER
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Your Characters :: Aimee
Your Age :: 14 years, soon to be 15
CHARACTER PROFILE
[/font][/center]Full Name :: Jamison Elizabeth Belle
Nickname(s) :: Jamie
Age :: 14 when turned
Celebrity Model :: Audrey Kitching
Brief Description of Looks :: She stands 5' 4" tall. She had deathly pale skin even before she turned. She has bright pink full lips. In life, she died her hair bright pink with white streaks. In the afterlife, her hair looks no different. She often wears a silver nose ring, and has both of her ears pierced. She has two moles on her right cheek. She has dramatically arched black eyebrows and shimmering blue eyes, which are often encased by black eyeliner and mascara. She has a bony physique, but don't let that fool you. Underneath her black, skull print clothes lie a hidden strength.
FRIENDS
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She has no friends, all of them deserted her in her time of need.
ENEMIES
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All Watchers, and their Slayers.
RELATION TO DEMONOLOGY
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She's a vampire who was once a Slayer.
BRIEF HISTORY
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Jamie was born a year after the vampyric take over. She was the third child born to her parents over the course of a year, as was regulation. Just after her birth, her parents were sent through the hell portal to be feasted on by vampires. Jamie herself was shipped off to a prison house, which were dorms for children of a specific gender and age. Over the years, Jamie grew up with other children. They toiled during the night in slaughterhouses, killing game and often cutting themselves to provide the vampires with blood. Then, on the dawn of Jamie's 14 birthday, she felt different. She received nightmarish dreams, and kept tossing and turning in the utter darkness of her house. When she woke up the following evening, just as darkness fell, she found that her dorm mate Elly was lying on the floor in a crumpled heap, groaning with pain. Jamie found out that she'd kicked Elly out of the bed and into the wall with inhuman force.
That evening, while Jamie was butchering a pig, a tall man with a British accent who called himself Cale came up to her and asked her if she was Jamie Belle. Jamie nodded, and the man sneaked her out of the slaughterhouse. He told her that he was a Watcher, and had been dispatched from an underground safehouse in London to watch over her. He also told her that she was a Slayer, one of the girls who was given powers and supernatural abilities with which she could easily fight the vampires. Jamie decided to play along, because she couldn't get the image of Elly lying there in pain out of her head. From then on, every day when the sun came up in the sky, Cale would come and sneak her out of the prison house. They would go to the abandoned and spacious streets Sunnydale's suburbs, and Cale would train her. Jamie prided herself on her skills. Cale told her countless times that he had visited a fellow watcher back in the days before the take over. His slayer was supposed to be one of the best, but Jamie was doing so much better than her.
Then one night in February of the following year, Cale wasn't so careful sneaking into the prison house. The housemaid caught him and recognized his British accent. She knew he was a watcher. She called the authorities. A witch got a cloud spell over the sky, and vampire guards swarmed through the hell portal. They reached the house within minutes. All the girls in the house had to line up. Cale was instructed to point out his Slayer. If he did, they would spare his life. Jamie breathed an inward sigh of relief. Cale wouldn't rat her out, he knew how important her mission was. And she was right. He pointed to Elly. In full view of the other girls, three guards grabbed hold of Elly and chomped into her throat. They drained her dry, then reported that her blood tasted ordinary. They threatened Cale, and told him that if he lied again, he would die. Jamie still had faith in Cale. She knew as well as he that her duty was more important to the world than his.
Much to her horror, Cale pointed at her. The guards were on her in seconds. They grabbed each of her limbs. Jamie fought them tooth and nail. She managed to send three sprawling, and stake another five. But it was because of this that guards knew her for who she was. They swarmed her and held her down. One bit into her throat, then everything went black. Jamie was vaguely aware of a cold, metallic liquid slithering down her throat. At first, she winced in disgust. Then more came, and she felt a new hunger rise up inside. A lust for this liquid, for blood. When she came to, she was no longer in her prison house. She was in a throne room. Emilio, the king of vampires, sat before her. Jamie was not afraid of him. She knew she could easily best him. With her Slayer strength and her new vampyric strength, even a swarm of guards could not hold her. Yet she remembered. She remembered who's fault it was that she was there, and her Slayer spirit no longer fought the demon inside. It let the demon spirit take over. Because her Watcher had betrayed her.
Emilio briefed Jamie on her mission. She was to locate and kill all the Watchers, and turn their Slayers. If she failed, they would stake her. Jamie's grin was one of pure malice. She would not fail. And even if she did, there was nothing Emilio and his guards could do to her. They knew it. Jamie was dispatched the next nightfall. She lurked about, finding her way to a crumbling apartment complex. As she suspected, she found catacombs deep beneath the earth. The first room she stumbled upon was filled with weapons. Weapons she recognized from her own training. Slayers trained her. And since it was underground, she could hide out here as long as she wished. When the Slayers came, she would kill the watcher and turn them. And she would not be merciful.
