Post by Jessica Mitchell on Jan 1, 2008 1:37:04 GMT -5
Jessica Mitchell
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I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
All colors seem to fade away
I can’t reach my soul
I would stop running, If knew there was a chance
It tears me apart to sacrifice it all but I’m forced to let go
Tell me I’m frozen but what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons I did it for you
When lies turn into truth I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen but what can I do?
I can feel your sorrow
You won’t forgive me,
but I know you’ll be all right
It tears me apart that you will never know but I have to let go
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I can’t feel my senses
I just feel the cold
All colors seem to fade away
I can’t reach my soul
I would stop running, If knew there was a chance
It tears me apart to sacrifice it all but I’m forced to let go
Tell me I’m frozen but what can I do?
Can’t tell the reasons I did it for you
When lies turn into truth I sacrificed for you
You say that I’m frozen but what can I do?
I can feel your sorrow
You won’t forgive me,
but I know you’ll be all right
It tears me apart that you will never know but I have to let go
{ A Witch is born
Name: Jessica Mitchell
Nickname: Jess, Jesse(alternate spelling with Jessie and Jessi)
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Good or Evil: Good
Race: Part whitelighter, part witch, part human(grandmother was half witch, half whitelighter, her grandfather was human)
Canon or original: Canon
Face Claim: Eliza Dushku
{ Who you are
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown/Light gold
Skin: Slightly tanned
Height: 5' 6" (1.68 m)
Weight: 130
Scars: There is one on her wrist and a few on her back
Birthmarks: A crescent moon shaped birthmark on her neck
Piercings: None
Tattoos: None
Other: None
{ Who you have become
Likes: Animals
Going to the park and relaxing
Vanilla ice cream
The colors blue and green
Reading
Writing
Hanging with friends
Horror movies
Drawing
Being alone when upset
Blades
Winter season
Dislikes: Spiders
Clowns
Fake people
Abusers
Bullies
Homework
Worms
Summer season
Liars
Being told shes worthless
Goals: -To be able to tell her closet family what happened to her as a child
-To be able to get over her fear of clowns and new males
-To finish school
Fears: -Losing family
-Clowns(she is mortified of them)
-Her family won't believe what happened to her
Personality: Kind, caring and loving: Jess is extremely kind to those she cares for. If someone she cares for is hurt, Jess will see what is wrong, talking to them and seeing if she can help in anyway. Her loving, kind and caring nature sometimes makes people think they can lure her into a trap. She may be kind, caring and loving to those she cares for, but she is far from stupid.
Cold, destructive, and violent, Another side to her is the cold, destructive and violent side. She gets to the point where she will snap, hurting those that deserve it and relishing in the violence she has caused. Cold to those that have hurt her and she doesn't forgive much. Jess holds a grudge, and if she gets the chance, she won't hesitate to hurt you. When she gets like this, she undergoes a personality shift. If she gets too angered, Jess will become slight different to her usual self. This includes her eyes going gray, and she called herself Solaris. This is basically an alter ego, most times it happens under very extreme emotions.
Smart: Jess is smart. She uses her surroundings to her advantages, and will think of many ways to take down enemies. She looks for escapes in case the battle overwhelms her, using anything she can as weapons to help turn the battle her way.
Paranoid; Jess can be slightly paranoid and is terrified of meeting new males.
Her emotions also change very quickly, depending on how she is feeling. Jess is also very strong willed, and will refused to give up. She is someone that you can rely on. Also, she will not judge you unless you are evil. You can be doing drugs, or running away from home and Jess would still try and help. Determined and can be completely serious. Tough, loyal, and will never back down. Jess is also very lost, and very broken, scared that her family will disown her if they find out the truth.
{ How you came to be
Parents: Henry Mitchell Jr. & Molly Evans
Siblings: --- Mitchell (17 x Male)
Other:
Pets: A Alaskan husky dog named Shadow
History: Jess was born to Henry Mitchel Junior and Molly Evans and the younger sister to her brother. She was a happy child, always giggling and wanting to learn. She could not wait for school and had many friends including Amy. Amy and Jess were best friends, always hanging out together and never being apart. Unfortunately, Amy's father sexually abused Jessica. It happened for four years, from the age of six to the age of ten when Jess never went back. She thought it was normal because thats what he said. He had cut her wrist, telling her he would kill her if she ever spoke about it. So, she stayed quiet, but her fear of new males grew. She never told anyone, not her brother, parents or friends. This made her self harm, hiding the scars.
Jess grew apart from her friends, doing her school work and trying to grow as a person, but she couldn't. She was weakening, wanting to speak about what happened, but the fear was too great. Isolating herself, Jess wouldn't speak to anyone until her 13th birthday when she figured, why not be nice to people? She began to be nice, helping out others until one night she was attacked. It was her abuser, and as he attacked and raped her, Jess began to take on an alternate personality dubbed Solaris. Solaris was tougher and stronger than Jess, and ultimately killed her abuser, telling him. "No one hurts Jess when I'm on watch." Jess doesn't remember, all she knows is that she woke up bleeding from wounds on her back and arms and near an alleyway.
At the age of 14, Jess found out about Solaris, and found out how she takes on the evil persona. So, Jess meditated and relaxed, keeping calm and happy. She didn't want a repeat experience. She still self harmed, and was offered drugs but turned them down. Teachers suspected something but she always managed to keep them away from the truth by lying, even though she hates liars. Her schooling slipped, but she managed to get good grades despite the slip ups. And she managed to still keep everything hidden.
Now, at the age of 15, Jess is still shy and terrified of new males, a lost and broken child who wishes she could tell the truth. She ran away from home a few months ago but was brought back by the police. People began to wonder what she was doing running away when she never did that before. But Jess wanted to escape from all the pain and memories. She has a bag packed, ready in case she needs to run again, but doesn't want to. All her focus and energy is being stored for her to tell her family what happened. All she now wants is peace and be free of the burden her secrets have on her.
{ Behind the Magic
Name: I am known as Zyoria or Rain
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Experience: Is this rpg experience? If so, five years
Ways to contact you: shinzosangel@yahoo.com.au If I'm not active, just give me an email. Sometimes I get busy and forget but if you send an email alone, I'll be back
How you found us: From the site Past is Past
the admin loves: big rock candy mountain
Character Title: The Broken One
Rp Sample: From another site:
It was day time, around 7am, and the sun was shining in the sky. Rachel had woken to the sunlight streaming in her bedroom, her eyes fluttering open and rubbing them with her hands. With a wide yawn, Rachel pulled back the covers, got up and stumbled over to her draws where she grabbed out a pair of jeans, a shirt and her shoes. Holding them tightly in her hands, Rachel walked out of her room and down the hall, entering her bathroom before shutting the door behind her. Turning on the shower, Rachel put her clean clothes down, stripping out of her night clothes and walking straight into the water without waiting, and without hesitation.
The cold water shocked her bones, making her gasp and eyes open more. With eyes wide open, allowing the water to stream along her body, running down and into the sink hole, Rachel bit her lip and waited for the water to warm up before moving. When it was warm enough, Rachel grabbed some soap and washed her body, getting into every place to make sure she was clean. The water cleaned the soap off, and Rachel put some shampoo into her hands, lathered it up and ran it through her hair. Washing that out, she repeated it with the conditioner and washed that out as well. Standing in there for a few more minutes, Rachel couldn't take it much longer and she stepped out, turning the water off.
With the absence of water running, Rachel grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, grabbing another one and wrapping her hair in it. Walking over to the sink, Rachel took her toothbrush and toothpaste, before brushing her teeth. Normally she would eat breakfast first but not today. Today was the day of the case against her foster father, and she was terrified. She had no idea what was going to happen, but she knew she would have to see him. That alone invoked fear into the 17 year old, making her wish that she didn't have to go. Putting her toothbrush down, Rachel dried off her body, pulled on her jeans, her shirt and shoes before drying off her hair and dumping the dirty clothes in the hamper.
Dressed and not able to sit around, Rachel headed into the kitchen where she left a note to Aden, explaining she was going to head to the court house and that she couldn't hang around without becoming too nervous and scared of blowing the condo up. Grabbing a jacket, Rachel carefully opened the door and stepped out, walking over to the elevator and pressing the 'down' button. As the elevator began to move, Rachel sighed softly to herself, tapping her foot onto the ground. When it finally stopped, Rachel headed out, waving to the guard and stepping out into the bright world.
Gazing around, Rachel headed to the court house, no other thought on her mind. Nerves attacked her stomach, and if she had eaten she would've lost it. As she got closer, the court house loomed in front of her, people walking in and out. Inside seemed dark, like a dragons mouth and the people were just food, feeding the beast. Shaking her head, Rachel gathered her wits and headed on inside.
The heat outside was bad, but when she walked inside, she was cooler. Her hair left wet patches on her shirt, making her shoulders and neck freeze a little but she ignored it. Fingers running along the wall, Rachel froze as she heard a voice that haunted her for over 10 years.
"That little bitch. Squealing on us, she has to pay. We fed her, clothed her, got her education. And this is how she repays us?" Her foster father was a big and burly man, with stubble on his face, short, dirty brown hair and cold eyes. His wife was shorter than him, always dressed in bright colors, her red hair always tied up. Her eyes were not as cold as her husbands, but they never held love when looking at Rachel.
"I know honey. She will get what she deserves. Maybe who ever she ran too will realize what a mistake they made."
Shaking, Rachel's eyes got colder, her tattoo beating and she struggled to get a hold onto her emotions. Ducking into a closet, Rachel rested herself against the cold wall, breathing deeply. As she reigned her emotions back, Rachel carefully opened the door and headed into the waiting area. She wasn't going anywhere, not without Aden. It was too big of a risk. It was stupid coming here without her in the first place, she could've lost control. And that would of been very bad.