Sept 29, 2020 8:43:13 GMT -6
 Jessica Blane tell me reality is better than a dream. general info
appearance Jessica’s face doesn’t reveal the past that haunted her. A bright smile lights up a pair of green eyes on her eternally youthful face. When she was younger she kept her green hair no longer than a short bob, but it’s grown much longer since she arrived in Canada, falling to her mid back. At 5’6” she is relatively short compared to the rest of her family. Her form used to be packed with carefully maintained muscles, but in recent years she’s softened up a bit. She still keeps in shape, but she doesn’t need the same strength she used to use to fight. She’ll never truly feel comfortable out of some sort of uniform, but since she doesn’t have any need to wear a soldier’s garb she settles for loose tops and stretchy pants. Finding her in a skirt or anything meaninglessly fancy is incredibly rare. personality
Empathy and trust for others aren’t traits Jess was raised with. She was raised like a machine, taking orders and following through no matter what the consequences were. It was fairly recently that she started seeing the value of caring what others thought. She’s always been a warrior, but she doesn’t fight on the front lines anymore. Instead, she fights for her family. For the people she cares about. She is closed off from strangers so it can be hard to get close to her and even harder to earn her loyalty. She likes doing things on her own and the last thing she’d ask of anyone else is their support. When she has something to get done she has a single minded mixture of dedication, cunning, and patience that makes her a dangerous force to reckon with. When she doesn’t get what she wants, she tries to find another way to fight for it and doesn’t give up until she’s well and truly defeated. When problem solving in situations like this she still thinks light a soldier rather than a human, attacking the issue from every angle until something relents and not noticing the damage done in her war path until it’s too late. Jessica tries to keep herself calm. Lashing out in anger never gets a job done and she wasn’t raised to handle such emotions so when she snaps she often releases her electrical power along with sharp words. abilities Electricity Manipulation ~ Expert (Pending Emotions) Controlling electricity is almost second nature to Jessica. She almost always hits within a few centimeters of her mark and she can usually control the intensity of her electricity. She’s recently picked up on how to use her ability to charge her phone, but she doesn’t do it too often for fear of blowing up her cell. It is easier for her to summon electricity from the devices around her than actual storm clouds, and summoning her own electricity takes more energy than using electricity that’s already there. The calmer she is, the more control she has. When she gets angry she has little to no control. If she’s around someone she cares about she can usually hold back, but when she’s not thinking of someone else she’ll sometimes burst out electricity with no particular target. Mud weakens her ability to reach the electricity. Storm Manipulation ~ Moderate Storm manipulation has always been a weak point with Jess. When she was younger all she could do was pull together a few clouds. Now she can make it lightly drizzle with enough concentration. If there is already a storm she has a much easier time manipulating it. She can change it’s direction and temporarily slow down a downpour, but it takes a lot out of her and the larger a storm the higher chance there is she’ll accidentally make it worse rather than better. When she’s angry she’ll sometimes summon a few clouds without trying. Animal Shifting ~ Advanced Jessica can shift into a 65 cm leopard with pale blue fur. It takes her 30 seconds to shift during which she is vulnerable to attacks. If she’s heavily injured in this form she will be forced to shift back into a human. She is faster and has more stamina in this form than her human form, making it ideal for fighting her way out of a corner. She also maintains more warmth in this form due to her pelt. It’s easy for her to underestimate how dangerous she is when shifted, so she tries to avoid shifting around anyone she cared about. [Image 1] [Image 2] [Image 3] Enhanced Speed ~ Advanced Jessica can run much faster than the average human but her stamina for this in human form is very low. This ability really shines through allowing her to dodge attacks and strike faster. In animal form she is faster but her precision is a bit more limited and she struggles to come to an instant stop if something comes into her path out of nowhere. Natural Abilities ~ Enhanced Endurance, Enhanced Senses, and Electricity Immunity backstory Even before Jessica was born, the world knew what she’d be when she grew up. Like her 9 older siblings, she’d be forged into a weapon for the War of Traitors long before she had the chance to learn what it took to be human. It was a fate her siblings had had no choice but to accept and one she’d become accustomed to at a very young age. While other children were playing and learning such useless qualities as empathy, she’d be taught to fight and suppress any extravagant emotions. By the time she was old enough to hold a sword, many of her older siblings were already on their war forged paths. Her achievements had been matched by them time and time before as she followed the same training regiments that had shaped them into the cold tools they were. That was all she saw. It was all she was allowed to see. Her siblings were made into her competition in a twisted dance where she could never get anything right because at least one of them had already taken the crown at a younger age or in a better way. She was pushed to be the best then told that she never would be. Her parents were masters at twisting children into monsters, and she would be their final masterpiece. In the raging war that had shaped the world she was born into, there were many roles to play. A spy. A tactician. A healer. Jessica was a capable child, but her parents saw her as slower. They didn’t see the front lines as her place so they tried to teach her to gather information on their enemies and how to strike in a way that would cause those weak with emotions to crumble. She didn’t want to play the scout, though. Of her siblings, the eldest, Adonai, had managed to win much of the praise from their parents and she wanted to be like him. She’d been told about the gore and suffering war brought, but she believed herself numb to it and the most honorable role would be on the lines doing the fighting. When she was 8, she doubled down on her combat training. She didn’t have much say in her future, but at the very least she would show her parents that she could learn to fight. She spent her time training and when she was as exhausted from that as she could manage she read up on different techniques, always hoping to be better, to be something her parents could look at and be hopeful for. At 17 she was sent to a training camp to test her skills against actual soldier and a year later she officially joined the army. She was a force to be reckoned with, but her siblings still outshined her in every right that mattered. When they tried to reach out to her she saw it as mocking. She genuinely didn’t believe she was something worth caring about, and people pretending they could just distracted her from what really mattered. As such, she kept her distance. Unless she happened across them in the line of work, she didn’t bother interacting. She was still relatively young when she rose through the ranks, taking more responsibility and guiding the actions of more soldiers. She’d never let herself be taken off the front, but as an officer she got to use the extra training her father had given her. In one particular battle she led a legion of soldiers that had been sent to a dead end front where there was little hope for progress much less holding their line. She’d been set up for a bloodbath and no one seemed to care. It was on this front that she lost what little compassion she had left. She led her soldiers and there were many unavoidable losses on both sides but it ended in an unexpected victory. It took her a long time to realize that even her victories felt like losses. She’d always been different than other soldiers. She was made for this and by the time she’d been sent to fight she’d long since grown up. The soldiers fighting by her side were still children. They volunteered to die because they didn’t know any better. And for what? Unlike her, they had homes. They had people to return to when this was all over. She had her parents and her siblings, but they felt more like distant memories weighing on her actions than anything else. She couldn’t imagine what life with them would be like if there was no war. Even if she wanted to talk to someone about her troubles, there wouldn’t be anyone who’d understand. It was decades into her time as a soldier that she met Elijah. Like her, he was more of a soldier than a person. He was assigned as an officer working on a mission very close to hers so they were forced to spend a lot of time together. She found herself bonding with him in a way she hadn’t bonded with anyone else. She admired him, not only for his fighting but for his determination and his seemingly endless ambition to get what he wanted. Their relationship started before she really knew what was happening. Jessica had never been taught much about relationships. She hadn’t taught that they were supposed to be better than being on her own and she wasn’t taught that they were a game of give and take. At his side she reached new highs, blocking out petty grievances like losing the lives of the soldiers beneath her. She was a better fighter and she thought that made her a better person, but she wasn’t happy with him and he wasn’t happy with her. They never would be as long as they cared about improving themselves more than each other. During their time together, he showed that he was willing to stab her in the back as much as it took to get his way. One day she returned home from the front with him by her side. Her parents didn’t approve, of course, but she didn’t really care. They got in a particularly bad argument about tactics for the next battle she was supposed to lead, an argument that ended with her battered and bruised. Although she didn’t appreciate it at the time, Adonai stepped in and put a stop to their relationship. The war continued in it’s constant drag and she moved on, returning to her well-played role as a cog in the machine of Akari’s army. After the War of Traitors ended, her life changed. She’d always been a tool for her parents, but fighting on the battlefield she’d had some autonomy. When she was more directly under their control once again, she remembered why she’d been so dedicated into being better. Her need for their approval had blinded her to who they were. They made their children into weapons. To them they were nothing more than strong cards to play when they had a particularly weak hand. They’d never see her accomplishments for what they were and they’d never be the parents they were supposed to be. Thus far she’d tried to follow in her brother’s path, but this time when he went off to fight at their parents' command she didn’t join him. She still fought, it was all she knew, but she fought her own battles for causes she believed in, whether her parents supported them or not. She saw the patterns carved out by centuries of conflict and she began to understood that war really changed nothing, but she couldn’t live a peaceful life. Even if she could avoid the guilt of her sins, it would be too boring. She’d rather survive from war to war. Eventually it became more a matter of having a battlefield to paint red than fighting for any particular cause. There was a period of time in the mid 1450s when Jessica didn’t have a uniform or a clear path forward. In London she ran into a colleague from a few wars back who told her about a new cause he was fighting for: The Assembly of Phantoms. It was an organization her parents would have told her to take out at the roots while it was still developing, but she’d lost track of her family long ago and she was numb to their old whims. When she joined the Assembly her loyalty had been worn thin and she merely regarded it as another place to fight. She worked as diligently for the AP as she would have for any army with a cold dedication they seemed to love. A few decades in she met the love of her life, Lawrence. Of course, at the time she didn’t know it. He was a wide eyed dreamer in a world that didn’t support his kind. His parents were bigshots in the AP, but somehow he still possessed the innocence that had been stripped from her before she got a chance to explore it. Her job turned into babysitting him, making sure he didn’t act on any of his childish fantasies. Over a few years her dislike for him shifted. She became inclined to protect him rather than fighting the urge to stab him every time he opened his mouth to speak. He may have dreamed of a better world, but his world was centered around the AP just like hers had once been centered around war and bloodshed. There was no easy way out, but for a long time that was ok. It was centuries into their courtship that Jess found herself pregnant. They both agreed that they didn’t want a child to be raised in the same world they’d been tortured by time and time again. One cool December night Jessica and Lawrence eloped before disappearing into the streets of London. His family name drew attention, so he broke tradition and took hers instead. It was a tactical move more than anything sentimental. Their life was theirs and they had their whole future ahead of them. Little things like the organization potentially hunting them down didn’t seem to matter half as much as it should. Lawrence rubbed off on her and she learned to open up and feel more. After a few years they had another son together. Jessica didn’t consider herself to be a good mother, but she loved her kids and her husband. It was a while before she agreed to have another and, when she did get pregnant, she ended up with triplets instead of the one, final child they’d planned on. Lawrence was happy with it and she couldn’t help but feel the same. Her children represented a life she’d never gotten to have and she only wanted the best for them. Jessica thought her happily ever after would go on forever. She blames herself for not realizing that such things are childish and unrealistic. She came home from grocery shopping one day to find Lawrence missing, taken by the AP. It was a week later that he turned up dead, leaving her 5 children without a father. She’d grown to rely on Lawrence’s support and it had weakened her stone heart. Disgusted as she was by the thought, she needed help. Adonai had settled down in a Canadian town called Lorsette and she knew a few of their other siblings lived nearby too. She reached out to him in a letter asking for forgiveness of some sort. She’d never been close to any of her siblings and she knew they didn’t owe her anything, but Lawrence had always said it should be easier to find friendship among your own blood than strangers. Upon moving to Lorsette, she opened a Bed and Breakfast. For the first time she felt truly worn out by the thought of fighting. She knew it wasn’t what Lawrence would have wanted for her, and she’d always been intrigued by the idea of home. Running a small business in a true community seemed like the best first step she could take towards fitting in. She still has a long way to go before she can consider herself a good person, but she’s determined to make an effort. misc Likes: Her Chosen Family, Coffee, Following Orders, Books, Travelling, PUPPIES Dislikes: Mud, Getting Angry, Rainy Days, Needing Others, Extraneous Emotions, Cooking Soulmate: Lawrence Blane (Deceased) Family Tree | roleplayer info  ☆ NAME Leesee ☆ RP EXPERIENCE About 5 years? ☆ TIMEZONE CET ☆ GENDER Female ☆ AGE Teen-aged ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Lexie Abbot @elizabeth @crimson Mikaela Lye Anele Coetzee Ilona Visse Ziyanda Blane Haley Hayes Penny Grey ☆ FACE CLAIM WHEN THEY CRY, Shion Sonozaki ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO LEESEE. DO NOT STEAL. |
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