Post by Chelsea Jackson on Apr 23, 2009 0:13:06 GMT 1
The Basics;;
Name: Chelsea Anabella Jackson
Nicknames: Chels, Elsie, C-Dawg *attempts a gangster move*
Age: 19... two years til legal for drinking!
Birth of Date: November 5th
Sex: Female... see! *opens shirt*
Sexuality: Straight when sober.
Species Slayer, yeah baby!
Power Enhanced strength and reflexes, normal Slayer stuff.
Alignment: Well my chiropractor sai... oh... wait... I'm a good girl with a rebellious streak! And a baaad girl between the sheets *winks*
The Looks;;
Image:
Celeb Claim: Kimberley Walsh
Code word(can be found in the rules) Chosen oh yesh I am!
Hair: Haha I am so indecisive that my hair is one of two things. Either a dirty blonde with lots of highlights or a dark, rich brunette. Depends on whether I'm feeling fun and flirty or sophisticated.
Eyes: Hazel Green
Build: Slender yet toned, one perk of the Slayer training!
Tattoos or piercing: Ears numerous times, belly button and somewhere else that I can't really say *points to chest*
Dig deeper;
Likes: Oooh okay! As Julie Andrews once said, these are a few of my favourite things!
- Films - mainly horror, especially the vampire and werewolf ones to see where they get it sooo wrong! I also like the comic/graphic novel remakes, X-Men ftw!
- Cheesecake - seriously, toffee cheesecake blurs the line between food and sex.
- Cars - I may look girly at times but I love tinkering around with engines and stuff, and a growling car gets my attention more than anything else!
- Peter Kaye - the man is a comical genius *mimics* Cheeeesecaaake? Am I hearin you riiiight?
- Working out - especially swimming, there is something so calming about gliding through the water.
- Baths/showers - prefer hot baths after a strenuous fight, soak the old muscles and all, but on a really hot day, there's nothing better than jumping in a cool shower.
- Music - I like all sorts of music but rock is my baby. If it has a soaring falsetto or a face melting guitar solo, it will likely turn my knees to jelly.
Dislikes:
- Hangovers - they just make you forget or regret what was more than likely an awesome night!
- Getting hurt - yeah, because I'm not a pain equals pleasure kinda gal... well, maybe a little teensy bit.
- Myyyy Parents - so most people would be worried about their daughter's safety when they discover she's a slayer... my 'preachy' parents worried what their congregation would think... cheers for that one.
- Westwood - GRRR! He's this British DJ, thinks he's the mutt's nuts and he is the most egotistical, annoying person on the planet... this also leads me onto...
- Chavs - I'm going to write to the British government and recommend a mass cull, you know, like they do with foxes when they get too much. It's cruel, in my opinion, to the foxes, but the Chavs deserve it.
- People waking me up from outside - yeah, like doing roadworks at some god awful hour of the morning right outside my window or little Bobby Jr's mum screaming at him to get in the car... I do not need to hear this stuff!! PLEASE!
Fears:
- I'll die - pretty much the biggest fear for any Slayer there, bud!
- Vampires - I know, I kill them for a living... but they actually scare the life out of me. Nightmares and all, but you tell anyone that and I will kick your butt.
- Apocalypse - I know, Slayers have fought the end of the world and won before... but what about the time we don't??
Strengths:
- Slayer Skills - I can kick people through walls!
- My Head - I may act all ditsy and stuff, but I can think logically when the time calls for it.
- Technology - I love technology and tinkering around with it, from car engines to hard drives to building my own system... it relaxes me.
- My Loyalty - I am a really good friend to have because I am loyal as a stray mutt taken into a good home!
- My Face - I know I'm not God's gift, Aphrodite in the flesh, but I'm no hag either and I will use that to my advantage.
Weaknesses:
- Loyalty - 'A strength and a weakness?' you ask? Yes, I am loyal because I wasn't shown any loyalty by my parents... problem is, you ever heard of the saying 'She's like a tile, lay her right the first time and you can walk all over her'? Yeah, that's kinda me, just you don't necessarily have to 'lay' me... just be nice.
- Family - I act like my parents were jerks, because they were, but it really does affect me that they treated me so badly.
- My Facade - I tell people I'm fine all the time, act happy and la de da but, unless I take it out on the punchbag in the gym (which means the gym buying a new one!), sometimes it builds up inside and makes me... similar to PMSing.
- Hot Men - I may be a super fast, super strong girl but I am a girl none the less! You show me a cute face, well muscled body, tight backside and a mischievous smile and I'm pretty much on the floor!
- My Phone - It's my lifeline! Emergencies, texting, phoning, IMing... even just for playing games when I'm bored... if anything happened to it I would scream!!
Personality: Well, if you haven't already guessed, I am pretty bubbly, but that's a little bit fake. I do like to go out, have fun, be a dunce at times but the whole bubbly thing is sort of a defense mechanism. If people hurt the bubbly me, it's not really me... understand? Still hurts though. It's also pretty good because people, and by people I mean vampires, demons, the forces of darkness, don't really expect me to be a Slayer... and if I could take a picture of their faces when they realise, it would keep me amused for hours!! What else... I'm loyal to my friends, even if they're using me... I guess that's my biggest downfall... I can't see when I'm being taken for a ride. However, cross me... and... who am I kidding? I'll just avoid you like the plague. I do have my down moments, but who doesn't? When I'm feeling that way it's best to either leave me alone or, if you're mentally strong enough, try and get me to talk... but expect me to bite. Oh... and I can be incredibly sarcastic and my witty one liners should win me Oscars... *nods*
Story of my life;;
Family:
Father: Father William Jackson - alive
Mother: Helen Jackson - alive
History:
Ah the fun bit, sticking me in the spotlight for a while. Okay so I guess I should start at the very beginning, it's a very good place to start... oh look, another Julie Andrews song! I was born Chelsea Annabella Jackson, in St. Mary's Hospital, Portsmouth one vibrant night when the skies were filled with fireworks and the thick smog left by the countless bonfires being held around the city... how modern day Dickensian does that sound! I should be a writer! I digress... yeah so I was born to William Jackson, the Father of the local church in the area I was born, and grew up in. My mum was your typical wife of a British priest, dowdy, boring... everything I didn't want to be. They were stupidly strict on me, no dating until I was eighteen, no sleepovers etc. I had it hammered into my head how this was a sin, that was a sin, eating ice cream was a sin... stupid stuff. So that was pretty much how my childhood and early teens went. I was bullied for it throughout my school age, I was seen as the weirdo with weirdo parents. When I was thirteen, this one kid was really laying into me about why I wore long skirts to school, why my hair was plaited etc... and I asked him to stop... and he didn't... so, in the end, I punched him.... I punched him really hard... then kicked him in a place I was later told should only be treated nicely.
Weell, my parents hated that! I was punished something chronic! But that was the beginning of my rebellious streak. From then on I started living my own life. I would sneak a shorter skirt, fitted shirt, make up and hair stuff into my bag and change on the way to school, my popularity went up, I started making friends etc, sneaking out to hang out with them, I started dating guys... life was good! Then... then I discovered something. I had always been good at sports and dance. I had more stamina than most of the other girls, I ran faster, could throw the javelin further... I even competed in some national competitions for schools. I still hold the record for my javelin throw in one I hear. I just thought it was genetic, that I would be gifted like this... but then someone showed up on my walk home from school, telling me he was a Watcher and I was a Slayer. I kinda blew him off, told him to go stalk some other school girl, called him a pervert... the usual stuff. It took him quite a bit of time to convince me he was telling the truth. It wasn't until the sister of one of the girls at school showed up dead, her neck ripped open, did I even consider he could be telling the truth.
So I started training, told my parents it was for the school competitions but the midnight training sessions soon arose suspicion. So, coming from a religious family, what was I to do when they confronted me? Lie and tell them I was seeing one of the guys from school or be honest and tell them what I was. You'd think, when my Watcher told them I was an instrument, crucial in the fight against the apocalypse, my parents would have freaked out about my safety, considered me a gift from God, fighting the forces of darkness, been proud of me for ONCE... but no... they accused me of bringing death and sin to their doorstep. For people who lived by a commandment that read "Love thy neighbour" they were pretty hypocritical when they disowned me, told me to leave and never come back. That could be why I have issues with religion anymore... apart from holy water... gotta love the holy water.
Had it not been for my Watcher, I would have been homeless. He took me in, trained me and we eventually moved to be nearer the Slayer's headquarters. Now, don't get me wrong, I didn't take to this whole Slayer thing like a duck to water. I sugar coated the screaming matches we've had, me cursing his name for all eternity for bringing this on me, oh and the mini mental breakdown I had shortly after realising he wasn't just some perv with a penchant for sci-fi kink. That would make me seem weak... and I am anything but! I think of my Watcher like my dad now, he has showed me more care and attention than my real parents ever did... though he still doesn't approve of my partying ways.
Sample Role Play;;
Taken from AAC
Faith couldn't see into the apartment, so she had no idea the speed at which JB had leapt across the room to answer her buzz. Down where she was, those few seconds that had sped by for him, had dragged on for what seemed like minutes for her. What if he wasn't in? What would she do then? She had stared at the box, her hand rising to her mouth where her teeth chomped at the skin on the tip of her thumb. She was edgy to say the least, her feet tapping against the concrete steps, her eyes darting around at the bricks and door... maybe she could kick it in and just go wait for him in his apartment. It was as the breaking and entering charge entered her mind that the box sprung to life,::Yo!::
Faith let out an audible sigh of relief when his gruff voice resonated from the metal box on the wall. Thank God he was home... she didn't actually know who she would turn to if he hadn't been there, driven around for a bit? Got drunk? Gone to Delilah? Shown the demon how weak she could be? Yeah... no. Curling her body closer to the box, like it was JB himself, Faith felt her emotions begin to get the better of her and struggled to force them back in check before she let her voice out, fearing it would betray her,
"Hey... it's me, Faith. Lemme in, would ya?" Faith tugged her jacket around her body, letting her arms move further round until they hugged her stomach. It wasn't even that cold, Faith's actions were more of a security thing, some sort of comfort for her.