Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 12, 2009 9:33:40 GMT -5
"Everything I touch, I break"
Name: Jocelyn Whaley Hunt
Age: 22
True Age: 120
Sex: Female
Location: Nomadic, Currently travel through the Pacific Northwest
"I scratch and tear until it bleeds."
Appearance:
Jocelyn stands at an extremely petite 5'6. Her body is near runway ready. She looks practically breakable, but there is strength in her posture. She is rather french looking in her features with shiny dark brown hair, wispy bangs and a natural wave. Her eyes are of course deep crimson red and are narrow, intense and piercing. She has high pronounced cheekbones and a thin delicate nose.
"I cant wait to break you"
Personality:
Jos might be a nomad, but she is no savage being. She is quiet, polite, delicate and charming. Jos has the ability to act very normal when she finds herself among humans. She is never seen without her black leather gloves. She has a strong compulsion to have things in control. When a situation is out of her control she gets very tense and feels the need to reign things back in or run. This is why she travels from country to country, running as soon as she has fed.
Growing up in a very patriarchal family with 5 brothers and no expectations for her own future besides marriage, she tends to be untrustworthy of men. She she was changed and after she gained control over her hunger she found herself in a place of power. Her ability to attract male attention and her natural strength was something she had never felt before and for many years she exploited these abilities and took pleasure in luring men to their death. On occasion she indulges again just remind her of her own strength and independence.
She has a fetish for clothes and shoes. She often chooses victims based on the amount of cash they have on hand or on occasion if they have something she wants. It might not be the smartest or most conventional way to select your victim, but she can't help herself.
Power/Ability:
Nothing out of the ordinary for a vampire.
Likes:
- Clothes and Shoes
- Traveling
- Power
- The hunt
- Manners
Dislikes:
- Running
- Vulgar Men
- Messy Kills
- Running
History:
Jocelyn was born the first time in New York in the 1870's. Her family was comfortable in status and wealth as part of the upper middle class. She was the second to youngest of six children and the only girl. The family settled in New Rochelle, New York. In the summer of 1899, her last brother left for college. She had pushed off choosing a husband and her parents had allowed it to go this long since she had been an awkward teenager anyway and was now growing into her features. That summer was the summer a wave of murders swept through New Rochelle. The murders were violent, usually involving young women or girls. Jocelyn's father arranged for her to go to the city to stay with her eldest brother and his wife but the night before she was due to leave she was awoken by a commotion outside her bedroom door. When she opened the door she saw the figure of a man crouched over the body of her dressing maid. She fainted at the sight.
When she awoke she was alone in the forest. She had been carried miles away from town and she was oblivious to what had happened to her. Jos spent her early years as an infant alone. She wandered the New England wilderness feeding her unsatisfiable hunger by killing nearly anyone who crossed her path. Without another vampire to show her the ways it was nearly 50 years before she was able to take control of her instincts and learn to survive in a more civilized way.
"My Life, My Pain, I hate my darkest days"
Role Play Sample:
The cobblestone street glistened under the gas lamps. This part of Paris had yet to modernize, unlike most of the city. She had only arrived in town a week ago and the need to feed had started to settle in. She pulled the new black wool coat around her tiny frame more tightly before heading down the street. She moved gracefully in and out of each pool of golden light from the lamps. Knowing what tonight entailed she had purchased a new outfit, a black dress made of silk crepe with a black silk chiffon ruffled collar and flutter sleeves. Her legs were daringly exposed down to her black and red Christian Louboutin pumps she had treated herself to. Despite the hard cobble street, she walked in near silence.
Jocelyn had selected this particular bar earlier that day. She saw it was quiet and attracted a more upscale clientele of visiting businessmen. Perfect. She slinked in and removed her coat smoothly and placed it lightly on the coat check counter. She made her way over to the bar, a couple of heads turned. But it was easy to select her prey. He was sitting at the end of the bar. He was older, maybe in his late 40's and well dressed. Clearly his suit was italian. But he looked like he had a chip on his shoulder, American most likely. He didn't even look her way when she sat 3 seats away from him at the bar. "For you, mademoiselle?" the bartender asked. "Wine, please. A red from Bordeaux if you have it." He nodded and returned quickly with a glass of deep wine. She thanked him and took a sip from the glass for show. The bartender started to converse with her, asking her what she was doing in Paris, where she was from, etc. She made up a story and alias on the spot and slipped in a few intriguing details to catch the ear of her prey a few seats down. Like a duck to water his ears perked up at the mention of her being a "model in town for a shoot". She could feel his eyes graze over her body and she looked his way over her glass. "Could I buy you a drink?" He asked casually. Obviously picking up young women in bars while on business trips was nothing new to him. She nodded and smiled wryly.
After an hour or so of casual but flirtatious conversation and a few glasses of wine on her part and scotch on his he started to get fresh with her. The wine had repulsed her, but of course been ineffective since she was not subject to such human weaknesses like drunkenness. She was thirsty for something else. The man asked if he could walk her back to her hotel when the bar was closing. "Of course." she whispered running her hand of his thigh. He paid the tab and she walked to the coat check. Their coats were waiting for them and he attempted to help Jocelyn put hers on despite his intoxication. As they made their way on to the empty street he asked her which way her hotel was. "This way" she said making her way down an alley behind a vacant bookshop and put on her black leather gloves. "I'd have thought you'd be staying in a nicer part of town than this." he said as he followed her foolishly, drunk on the scotch as well as her charm. Little did he know these would be his last words. A mere 10 feet in front of him was the ultimate predator and he had walked directly into her trap.
