Post by kaz on Aug 27, 2008 0:21:59 GMT -5
Jae Blackburn;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind
is now entering it's all in yer mind
About You;;
behind the RPer
behind the RPer
Name: Kazi
Age: Seventeen years and counting.
Years of Rping: Seven or eight years.
Contact: kazidoll@hotmail.com [MSN//Email]
ID Tag;;
Alias: Jae Ilisa Blackburn
Name: Jacqueline Isabel Babineaux
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Real Age: 39 years old
Physical Age: Early Twenties
Species: Werewolf
Sire: She's a Were by birth-right.
Religious Affiliation: None.
Wealth: How ever many heads she collects.
Job: Assassin for Hire or otherwise known as a "hitman".Dear Diary;;
Specialties:
1. The never ending ability to put a cap on her emotions.
2. She's really good in hand to hand combat?
3. Weapons is another one of her specialties?
Summary:
She can easily retain emotions if need be, anything from anger to sadness; it'll be washed away and floating towards another ocean full of her capsized emotion boat. Jae's a skilled hitman-woman-assassin so hand to hand combat is naturally needed to survive even the toughest of the underworld life. Weapons, well she can pretty much tell which weapon is going to be compatible for which mission, but since she isn't allowed to do missions at the moment she's trying to keep her sharp eye off of weapons for the time being. Only because that would totally through off anyone seeking her and she'd be better covered in her security blanket.
Weakness:
1. Her only deep weakness mentally, would have to be family matters.
2. Minor weakness is wasting of paper.
3. Another minor weakness would be people fighting when it isn't appropriate.
Summary:
If anyone dares to touch on the subject of family; Jae isn't reliable for any missing persons. Ok, so she would be, but that would only be because they provoked her to do something terribly wrong to them even if her actions weren't justified. She hates families and hates it even more when people bring up anything relating to families; which could be another reason why she's a little twisted and isolated even if her blending skills has become a bit smoother. Jae's got many other weaknesses like the next person to her left or right, but she doesn't have anything that really would spark her fuse other than the family issue; now wasting paper and fighting in inappropriate places, those just get on her nerves and like said before; she has a rather stiff hand on her emotions so it'd be rather hard to stir up any type of emotion. Unless you like a big fat cup of acting served up with a side of whoop-ass then you're more sadistic than I personally thought. Jae chooses to be alone for many cautious reasons; not because she actually cares about strangers around her, she just doesn't want to screw up her cover. Isn't that how every good old fashioned assassin is like? An ass to society.Human Appearance;;
Hair: Soft Caramel Brown
Eyes: Dark Charcoal
Height: Five feet and five inches.
Marks: Plenty of scars. Her whole back and upper arms are littered with tribal tattoos of ancient times.
Race: Korean
Skin Tone: Creamy Tan
Body Type: Slender and toned.
Clothing Style: Void of colors and rather simple.
Footwear: Anything comfortable and accessible for long distance run-a-thons.
Summary:
She's of Korean decent so obviously she harbors the slightly slanted almond shaped eyes, high cheek bones, slightly full "DSL" lips, ears that are not too large nor small; and eyebrows naturally brown to match her "Goddess" bronze nearly fake tan. She's short but not too short, and since she's been through training most of her life she's lean for agility and muscular for the strength she needs. One cannot always rely on just their Specie's strength alone; training and discipline is needed no matter what Specie one may be. She trains her body and mind, there isn't a day when she won't spend even her resting hours just training; either for the worst or the better in life. That's another thing why she won't allow visitors; her place is just nothing but a mini gym itself, only a kitchen, a bathroom and a couch that is even near homely. What can one say, the girl loves her exercising.Wolf Appearance;;
Eye Color: Dark Charcoal with golden flecks.
Fur Color: Hues of gray, white, pale tan, and black.
Fur Length: Not long, nor too shaggy, about average of a normal wolf.
Fur Texture: Coarse and rigid like the Earth's multi-surface. But beneath the exterior, it is soft and smooth like unsettled waters.
Size: Above average of a normal wolf and a little on the lean side.
Marks: Nothing really significant.Personality;;
Likes:
1. Knitting, to pass time, boredom, and stress.
2. Collecting books and fish eyeballs.
3. Enjoys the splendor of reading new literature.
Dislikes:
1. Cats, absolutely loathes those house rodents.
2. Large bodies of water like the ocean or sea.
3. Wasting paper.
Flaws:
1. She's a bit of a nature freak.
2. Hates company, even if her animal heritage nags her to be social.
3. Detests unexpected visitors, especially if they're out for a cheap shot on her head.
Summary:
Jae's not some spectacular piece of specimen, she's nothing really, considered dead at the tender age of ten or so; Jae doesn't exist. She's like a ghost that wanders this world only to indulge herself in taking out the weak and challenging the strong. She never really thinks on why she's still breathing, still choosing to live when there is nothing to live for; all she does is kill, all she ever had known was to survive. Why would she want to keep on stealing the very air around innocents? She still has no clue and with each day she's loosing who she originally was, not that she was anything either; Jacqueline Isabel Babineaux was never alive. She only was a vessel patiently waiting for something to fill that vessel, patiently knowing her day would come if she'd leave that forsaken house. Jae's rather complex but never looks too deeply at the still fresh wounds of her past, nor of her current state; that is probably why she can't cope with being around people or maybe it's just another excuse to pretend even further as if life was just a silly game.Background Check;;
Family Members:
parents;]} Lydia Stone [mother] | Brice Babineaux [father]
siblings;]} Charles Babineaux [older brother] | Edgar Babineaux [older brother] | Guillaume Babineaux [younger brother]
Birth Place: Bordeaux, France
Childhood: Memories come and go, only the good ones stay and the bad ones become your shadow. She could careless on trying to remember anything good from her childhood.
Transformation: She was born into the art of wolves, it really wasn't a choice she could very well choose.
Prey: Naturally other animals, the weak mostly.
Moon Tidings: Both and when it is useful and not harmful.
Other Transformation: Countless ways to transform annoying prey, but why transform them when it's oh so much more tantalizing to devour them completely? Where's the fun if the chase ends?
History:
So you're wondering why she became a hit-woman or also known as an assassin for hire.
You've got the questions just lingering on the tip of your tongue and your fingers are eager to type down whatever Jae would like to answer.
So...Here's the question...Is it safe for you to be asking the questions in the first place?
Jae was born into a family that knew no bounds, a family that had no morals, a family that really didn't care for one another. Her mother and father didn't marry because they didn't believe in marriage and as a result the so called relationship flopped. The two split and her mother left all her children with her father; which for a man so young with so many children it was sort of tough on him and he began abusing alcohol as his only escape. The family is a bunch of wolves but deep down they're just as human as any other and Jae hated how her father used the excuse of his natural birth-right too often to count. So at the age of sixteen she said hell with this place and left; sure the world outside the family circle was harsh and cruel and things were needed from her that she never expected. But living in that outside world for most of her life she understood why adults became the way they did.
And it also helped to explain a lot of her issues and why she choose a path that lead to killing people just for a scrap of money. She is of Korean decent but since most of her family was born in France there was no reason to separate herself and connect with her human counterpart's heritage; instead she just lingered among those in France, learning the trades and understanding what was of value and what wasn't. Her perspective on the world changed a lot while she was running around under the wings of mob bosses and understanding their tricks of the trade and being introduced into the underworld. Jae never really gained emotion...It sort of just drained from her when she stepped out that oak door many years ago, but later she met a man during one of her "hunts" and in the pit of her stomach and from the knowledge she knew, she already acknowledged that she was falling in love. Even if she unwilling to admit it and had always vowed she wouldn't.
Years went by like the wind in July and Jae never really had confessed her feelings for the man in question, instead she just locked them away and saved them for another day. The man had died after almost near a year when she had last met him, this was when she had turned twenty and her whole life seemed to become a repeating cycle of chaos and death. With his death she treated it as if it were an assigned mission. She treated the dead man and those emotions she once had for him, like any other. She recovered quicker than possible and moved on, life was too short to dwell in the past and her work must be done. While she grew up she started to get the feeling that she really didn't belong in society and thus she started to pretend, her acting was terrible at first but after much needed practice she found her flow and started to look like an everyday citizen which threw off those who were "hunting" her.
The hunting for her head all started when she had killed a person she was told to through her many bosses and it ended up starting a gang war in France. The war was underground of course, so that everyday normal citizens wouldn't be troubled and the government wouldn't have a hand in it either. They had continued to hunt Jae even when she had made the move from France to Spain. It seemed no matter where she ran to cool off and replenish whatever she needed they were just around the corner.
Everyday was like an exercise for survival and Jae found it a bit too exhausting at times fending off psychotic bounty hunters and their need to chop off her head like the rest. After much needed thought she made her big leap to America; but at that moment she had to learn and fast, her speech needed correcting and to be rid of her French accent. It took many years for her to be finally rid of her past so she took another step and that was to change her name, she took her nickname and changed it to Jae Ilisa Blackburn, almost like a mock image of her original name.
After all that turmoil she had finally shaken off her hunters, well for now...And for now, all she can do is to lay low for a while. She's currently working at a library. No one would really expect a hit-woman working at a library now would they? Well at least she hopes they won't, not until she finds connections here in America with weapons and new targets to build up "Jae Blackburn"'s reputation so that she can get enough start-up "back-up" to take on the thugs of France. It smells like a full-proof plan...Or at least that's what she believes, because that's her last option.
Code Word:poof the magic fairy babyMad Skills;;
((OOC: Jae Blackburn is my character from another site, the RP sample for her is going to be the same one I had created for her profile a while ago. >.> I still like it, so nyaa!))
'Why...Why did you have to kill my husband?' A sobbing voice echoed in the darkness and Jae found herself following the sound, she had no reply, her words were stuck in her throat while her heart hummed in her ears. 'Why?' Asked the sobbing voice, Jae could almost see the dark figure in the abyss and was confused. The figure had worn an old fashioned bed dress, the one that people in the medieval time would have worn and Jae could feel her confusion rise against the unsettling fear that rested in the pit of her stomach.
She continued to close in more space between her and the sobbing woman, "I'm not sure what you're saying." As if those very words were lashing out at the woman she turned her head from her palms and between layers of auburn hair Jae caught a glimpse of evil, something in the way the woman looked at her gave her the chills. Before Jae could even blink or catch her breath the woman lurched out at her and grabbed her by the throat, instinct set in and Jae grabbed at the woman's throat.
But in that moment she hadn't realized, the person she was looking at was herself...The auburn hair was now a light caramel brunette and the medieval night gown was a white tank top and some pajama shorts. Jae didn't notice that her mirror image was tightening her grip, and when she couldn't feel air pass through that was when Jae squeezed so hard on the other woman she thought her head would explode.
Instead of exploding into a mass of flesh and blood, she smirked, an evil smirk that said she knew something much more than Jae herself. Suddenly she was getting dizzy, and the darkness was creeping in on her vision, she tried---she knew she tried so damned hard to keep the vision to keep what she knew was important and with that everything turned to darkness and she was engulfed in it.
"Holy shit." Jae gasped as she woke in a cold sweat, touching her face with one palm and the other roaming over her body checking to see if she was still in one piece. After confirming that she was, Jae slowly scooted herself up to a sitting position and ran shaking fingers through her brunette hair. She didn't want to think, didn't want to say anything, instead she instinctively grabbed her digital clock and glimpsed at the red numbers as they read off four in the morning and thirty minutes to five. Jae sighed, clutching the sheets and then throwing them off of her as she stood up from her bed and headed for the bathroom; nightmares might take a toll on her but when mother nature calls there is no denying anything but the bladder.
Jae looked at herself in the mirror as she listened to the toilet do it's last swirl of water; the noise just echoed in the bathroom and Jae had splashed chilled water over her features, watching as the water formed into beads and run down her face.
She still didn't feel like speaking or thinking, there was no need to, people who dwell on nightmares never live a normal life and as she barely had thought that sentence she smirked and then laughed, "Wow..." The only word she could manage as Jae moved to turn off the light and close the bathroom door, she moved back into her bedroom only to stop as a shivering sensation ran down her spine and right back up it. The sound of sobbing caught her attention and her eyes widened, "No this is not going to repeat itself!" She shouted and went straight for her pistol that had rested on the dresser counter along with it's twin.
Jae pointed the gun at the sobbing figure and snorted lightly, "Ok bitch, listen to me, I'm not going to have this damned reoccurring nightmare happen again, alright? I'm sick of your games just vanish already!" The sobbing stopped and Jae had the pistol pointed directly at the figure's head---or what she thought looked like a head.
She didn't step away from the dresser fear striking her and making her immobile, so instead her best bet was to just point the pistol and pray that the figure wouldn't come any closer otherwise she'd have no choice but to shoot the bastard. The figure rose and Jae almost groaned, 'God damn it, why can't they just do as you wish them to?' She thought as she raised the gun and then bam---her door flew open and Jae jumped with a start and had looked over her shoulder into the hallway of her apartment where the door flew open.
"Hey, Jae? You there?" The voice called out and shut the door with his or her foot, obviously carrying something in both hands she guessed. "I bought some Chinese, figured it'd remind you of home. Ha, ha." The voice sounded like Jeremy, with a sigh of relief Jae let her guard down and forgot completely about that figure still in her room.
"Damn..." She whispered as she slowly looked back and the figure was gone. Ok, for being a werewolf I should probably be used to seeing some unnatural shit---but ghosts just creep me out.' Jae didn't bother looking modest as she put her pistol in the front of her pajama shorts and wrapped up her long caramel hair into a messy loose pony tail. "Hey Jeremy, and Chinese was just what I was thinking." Jeremy would have to be about the only person she had made friends with while she had taken her escape here in America, too bad the man was gay, it probably would have been fun---as the Brits would say---"shagging" the poor man.
Jae was more or less taught how to speak with an American accent, nothing new there---but it did take some time getting used to it seeing as she sometimes forgot to concentrate on her accent and her French one would slip out here and there. Jeremy was placing out paper plates and already pouring mu shu onto a plate and licking his finger tips after dumping some more mu shu onto another. Jae just smiled and then scooped up the fried rice and started sloping it on both plates, "So, why are you here so early?"
Jeremy had this look of pure anxiety and then it turned into a guilty puppy-dog look. "Well..." He started off as he took some shrimp and popped it in his mouth, taking his pretty darn time savoring the morsel and then looking at her with a look that said "just love me like a pup". "Oliver and I-----" And before he could say another word Jae rudely interrupted.
"CRUSTY?! You went back out with Crusty!? What the hell is wrong with you!?" Jeremy looked hurt for a moment and then regained his masculine strength, as if he really had any left.
"Hey, see here missy, his name is Oliver not Crusty and why do you hate him so much?" As if the look on Jae's face had answered his question, Jeremy waved the question away and continued, "Anyway, I just came here to see my pretty gal. Plus, you've got work early today, right?" Jae just nodded as she started scooping up some mu shu. Jeremy went on one of his rants and Jae had already foreseen how her day was going to go...And if there was a world for pure hell then that's how she had seen it. A pure hell.
