Post by Jessy Jackson on May 6, 2004 13:46:02 GMT -5
Jessica Jackson. That's my name, don't wear it out. Unless of course, my name really would go with those new black shoes and you haven't got anything else good to wear and you're going out on a date- but, I'm getting off track.
I was born on the 21st of April, 1988. I'm seventeen and I'm a shapeshifter. In someways, you could say I'm part demon, just because of those facts. Pure shifters are from another dimension. Many fled to this and other dimensions after a beast plagued theirs. However, shifters don't live forever, unlike most demons.
What am I like? I have to face up to things about myself. I'm insecure and I'm easily distressed. I get jealous and I suppose I hacve replacement isues. I'm a workaholic and withdrawn. That's the negative bit. Most of the time I'm happy, some say bubbly, and I love learning. I'm intelligent and kind, and I care a lot about people. I've got the slayerettes protective gene in spades, though not as much as Doc.
My life wasn't as rosy as it is now. Far from it indeed. In the begining we were a normal family, my father, my mum and me. My best friend, Rory, lived next door. This was when I was about three. Then my father lost his job. Mum had to go to work and while she was out, my father would drink. He would drink until he could barely see, but by the time Mum returned he could see enough to beat her unconcious most nights. And that's how we lived, as a nice, normal family.
My mum died when I was five. She'd been pregnant and two lives were lost when she died. She couldn't protect me from my father anymore. I replaced her as his stress ball, his punching bag, his dartboard. I was only five and didn't have the words to explain what was happening to those at school. By the time I had the words, I wouldn't use them, I couldn't use them. Other words replaced them, 'cut myself,' 'fell down the stairs,' and 'was clumsy'. By the time I was sixteen I'd broken every bone in my body twice, some bones many times more and all because 'I was clumsy'.
Sixteen. The year I ran away. It isn't the most important year though.
Thirteen was. It was the year I got awakened. The year the shifter in me began to act. I could change form. I had dreams about it and the first time I did it I thought I was dreaming. In a game, I changed my best friend into one too, by accident, but I didn't realise it was me until later.
I never used my powers properly until I was sixteen. Rory knew, because I could trust him not to box me up and send me to some freak show. However, when I was sixteen I shifted, right in front of my father. He tried to shoot me, but missed. That night I ran, ran for my life. I shifted and flew, adrenaline pumping through me, giving me the strength to go on. Eventually, I had to stop. I'd made it all the way to LA. I collapsed throughthe door of a bar, begging for help. I got it and I got much more.
I'd met the Slayerettes, a group of which I was soon to become a member. There weren't so many people then. They took me in and it seemed only days later that I was fighting for my life. In that one battle I time travelled, I fought, I did so many things I'd never done before, including nearly dying and having a crush. A very unsucessful crush, yes, but I had one.
I met up with Rory again in LA, in my body, the cheeky monkey. We became best of friends again, and soon more than friends. During this time I grew closer to everyone, especially Doc who I looked upon as a Dad. I'd never called my father Dad and Doc seemed to be Dad.
Disaster struck though. Rory got turned by Grace, one of the most powerful and horrific enemies I've ever come across. He vamped on me, tried to kill me, bit me. I've still got the scar. I'd never realised what I was fighting before. People, with real lives, families, connections, destroyed by demons, their likenesses cruelly imitated.
Rory got his soul back though, something which I can never stop thanking Doc and Maya for. He got a soul sabre, just like Doc's. I thought everything could continue, with some adjustments.
Then, the most marvellous thing happened. Maya became pregnant through some soul adjoinment with Joshua, one of the best fighters in the group. It was mystical though, and everything happened so fast. Aila was born, the most beautiful child I'd ever seen, and my cousin.
Nothing lasts forever in LA. Demons took Aila, controlling Charlie, Doc's then girlfriend. She threw herself off a building.
After that things went from incredibly bad to worse. Rory left me, something neither he, nor Doc has forgiven him for fully. I curled up inside myself, something I'd perfected in the earlier years of my life.
Things gradually got better. I found such a close friend we were practically sisters in Pepper who later became my ruler, Queen of shifters. Doc really became my Dad, I found a brother and a gaurdien. An angel.
Happiness spread and the group mended itself. Aila returned to us, as a teenager! Meanwhile, my world changed a little. I had a new crush. On a girl. I was rejected and got hit by a car which was nothing major.
Then Charlie came back, which scared the crap out of us because we thought she was dead. She came with dire news about a battle but otherwise was a completely cold and callous bitch.
Rogue, a vampire slayer vampire, was in town and soon got together with Doc. It was nice to see people together and happy
History repeats itself and Charlie turned up again during Maya's party. What was worse was she turned up beaten and pregnant and unpleasant memories flooded back. The child was Doc's.
Zoe was born soon afterwards. My sister. Charlie seemed to retreat into the shadows and I didn't see her much afterwards.
The group expanded quickly, growing rapidly. I got a coffee shop and a penthouse because Doc spoilt me stupid. Amy visited Rogue and then I knew something. Some people were perfect. Amy was one of them. She had to leave, but she visited and we became engaged.
Fate likes to play Silly buggers with the Slayerettes and soon a new threat had arrived. Audra. A vampire and a soceress as she called herself. Pure egotism. She stabbed me and tried to seduce Doc, much like Karen before her, but ot nowhere. She attacked closer to home the next time, bringing the evil side of Rogue into play. Not only that, but Dru paid us a visit, trapping me and then losing me to Rogue who kidnapped me form her. I was a seer, like Dru. I was Baby.
Rogue was captured but refused to drink her gaurdien angel's blood, which would bring her slayer side to the surface. Only wwhen her childe were in danger did she accept, disecting Lauranna, who had captured them.
Among these children was Duckie, Rogue and Doc's eight year old girl who wasn't going to be born for three years. She spoke of a disturbing occurance but what seemed scary to myself was that she had never heard of me. Never. That meant that in the next three years I would do something that would get me irradicated from anything. What? I do not know and only the future will tell.
So that's my past. Here's what's happening now:
Doc's training Ashley, a talented fighhter, to Forge. I've never even been down to the Forge. I don't know what's happening, but I don't like it. Doc's always doing stuff with Ashley and I can't help being jealous. Amy's acting strange around me, like something's up. I have an awful premonition something's going to happen, something bad.
Strengths.
Protective
Powerful Shifter
Intelligent
Weaknesses.
Insanely jealous
Mentally delicate
Terrified of her father and of being physically hurt by those she trusts
Completely screwed up and occaisionally suicidal.
I was born on the 21st of April, 1988. I'm seventeen and I'm a shapeshifter. In someways, you could say I'm part demon, just because of those facts. Pure shifters are from another dimension. Many fled to this and other dimensions after a beast plagued theirs. However, shifters don't live forever, unlike most demons.
What am I like? I have to face up to things about myself. I'm insecure and I'm easily distressed. I get jealous and I suppose I hacve replacement isues. I'm a workaholic and withdrawn. That's the negative bit. Most of the time I'm happy, some say bubbly, and I love learning. I'm intelligent and kind, and I care a lot about people. I've got the slayerettes protective gene in spades, though not as much as Doc.
My life wasn't as rosy as it is now. Far from it indeed. In the begining we were a normal family, my father, my mum and me. My best friend, Rory, lived next door. This was when I was about three. Then my father lost his job. Mum had to go to work and while she was out, my father would drink. He would drink until he could barely see, but by the time Mum returned he could see enough to beat her unconcious most nights. And that's how we lived, as a nice, normal family.
My mum died when I was five. She'd been pregnant and two lives were lost when she died. She couldn't protect me from my father anymore. I replaced her as his stress ball, his punching bag, his dartboard. I was only five and didn't have the words to explain what was happening to those at school. By the time I had the words, I wouldn't use them, I couldn't use them. Other words replaced them, 'cut myself,' 'fell down the stairs,' and 'was clumsy'. By the time I was sixteen I'd broken every bone in my body twice, some bones many times more and all because 'I was clumsy'.
Sixteen. The year I ran away. It isn't the most important year though.
Thirteen was. It was the year I got awakened. The year the shifter in me began to act. I could change form. I had dreams about it and the first time I did it I thought I was dreaming. In a game, I changed my best friend into one too, by accident, but I didn't realise it was me until later.
I never used my powers properly until I was sixteen. Rory knew, because I could trust him not to box me up and send me to some freak show. However, when I was sixteen I shifted, right in front of my father. He tried to shoot me, but missed. That night I ran, ran for my life. I shifted and flew, adrenaline pumping through me, giving me the strength to go on. Eventually, I had to stop. I'd made it all the way to LA. I collapsed throughthe door of a bar, begging for help. I got it and I got much more.
I'd met the Slayerettes, a group of which I was soon to become a member. There weren't so many people then. They took me in and it seemed only days later that I was fighting for my life. In that one battle I time travelled, I fought, I did so many things I'd never done before, including nearly dying and having a crush. A very unsucessful crush, yes, but I had one.
I met up with Rory again in LA, in my body, the cheeky monkey. We became best of friends again, and soon more than friends. During this time I grew closer to everyone, especially Doc who I looked upon as a Dad. I'd never called my father Dad and Doc seemed to be Dad.
Disaster struck though. Rory got turned by Grace, one of the most powerful and horrific enemies I've ever come across. He vamped on me, tried to kill me, bit me. I've still got the scar. I'd never realised what I was fighting before. People, with real lives, families, connections, destroyed by demons, their likenesses cruelly imitated.
Rory got his soul back though, something which I can never stop thanking Doc and Maya for. He got a soul sabre, just like Doc's. I thought everything could continue, with some adjustments.
Then, the most marvellous thing happened. Maya became pregnant through some soul adjoinment with Joshua, one of the best fighters in the group. It was mystical though, and everything happened so fast. Aila was born, the most beautiful child I'd ever seen, and my cousin.
Nothing lasts forever in LA. Demons took Aila, controlling Charlie, Doc's then girlfriend. She threw herself off a building.
After that things went from incredibly bad to worse. Rory left me, something neither he, nor Doc has forgiven him for fully. I curled up inside myself, something I'd perfected in the earlier years of my life.
Things gradually got better. I found such a close friend we were practically sisters in Pepper who later became my ruler, Queen of shifters. Doc really became my Dad, I found a brother and a gaurdien. An angel.
Happiness spread and the group mended itself. Aila returned to us, as a teenager! Meanwhile, my world changed a little. I had a new crush. On a girl. I was rejected and got hit by a car which was nothing major.
Then Charlie came back, which scared the crap out of us because we thought she was dead. She came with dire news about a battle but otherwise was a completely cold and callous bitch.
Rogue, a vampire slayer vampire, was in town and soon got together with Doc. It was nice to see people together and happy
History repeats itself and Charlie turned up again during Maya's party. What was worse was she turned up beaten and pregnant and unpleasant memories flooded back. The child was Doc's.
Zoe was born soon afterwards. My sister. Charlie seemed to retreat into the shadows and I didn't see her much afterwards.
The group expanded quickly, growing rapidly. I got a coffee shop and a penthouse because Doc spoilt me stupid. Amy visited Rogue and then I knew something. Some people were perfect. Amy was one of them. She had to leave, but she visited and we became engaged.
Fate likes to play Silly buggers with the Slayerettes and soon a new threat had arrived. Audra. A vampire and a soceress as she called herself. Pure egotism. She stabbed me and tried to seduce Doc, much like Karen before her, but ot nowhere. She attacked closer to home the next time, bringing the evil side of Rogue into play. Not only that, but Dru paid us a visit, trapping me and then losing me to Rogue who kidnapped me form her. I was a seer, like Dru. I was Baby.
Rogue was captured but refused to drink her gaurdien angel's blood, which would bring her slayer side to the surface. Only wwhen her childe were in danger did she accept, disecting Lauranna, who had captured them.
Among these children was Duckie, Rogue and Doc's eight year old girl who wasn't going to be born for three years. She spoke of a disturbing occurance but what seemed scary to myself was that she had never heard of me. Never. That meant that in the next three years I would do something that would get me irradicated from anything. What? I do not know and only the future will tell.
So that's my past. Here's what's happening now:
Doc's training Ashley, a talented fighhter, to Forge. I've never even been down to the Forge. I don't know what's happening, but I don't like it. Doc's always doing stuff with Ashley and I can't help being jealous. Amy's acting strange around me, like something's up. I have an awful premonition something's going to happen, something bad.
Strengths.
Protective
Powerful Shifter
Intelligent
Weaknesses.
Insanely jealous
Mentally delicate
Terrified of her father and of being physically hurt by those she trusts
Completely screwed up and occaisionally suicidal.
