Post by Jaime Stone on Oct 30, 2012 8:54:05 GMT -5
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JAIME MAY STONE
Jaime Stone | 16 | Straight | Good | Student at Midnight Harbour High | Kristin Kreuk[/color][/font][/CENTER]
STRENGTHS
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- Strong ::: She isn't just strong mentally, but physically. After everything, Jaime still has a slightly strong mind-set. She knows who she is, what she loves and doesn't let anyone get in her way of what makes her happy. She was able to overcome what happened to her in many situations, mainly on the attack of her mother, and is handling it her own way. But as physical strength goes, Jaime trains every night to become stronger, a better fighter and so she herself will not be a victim ever again. Too bad she lives in Midnight Harbor then.
- Independent & Self Reliant ::: Jaime knows one thing; that she can not trust anyone except for herself. So she bottles a lot of things up. Her feelings, her doubts, her pain and her torment stays with her most of the time. Trust is not a small thing with her, so she depends on herself for her to get through things. This self-reliance has manifested to the fact that she does not abide by rules, especially rules set by Cordelia, and does her own thing by her own terms, which isn't how it should go but in her mind, it should.
- Musical Talent ::: Thanks to her old carer in the orphanage and her previous father figure, Jaime has a great voice and the ability to play guitar. She uses it for some cash for gigs at the local club, and loves to sing and perform. Where words can't surfice, music can come to you with meaning. It is her way of how she expresses things, her feelings and emotions and always has a steal string on her back and uses music in a lot of situations where she doesn't know what to say; but she knows what to sing.
- Perceptive ::: Ever since she was a little girl, Jaime had a good judge of character. First impressions are everything, and she can tell if someone can be trusted, is a good person or really 'her kind of person' and if they are shady or dangerous. It is much more developed now, call it her little intuition that she can sometimes do. She is just able to see a person better then some others.
- Facade ::: Pain, torment, dispare, anger, hate, rage, sadness; it is all nestled in Jaime's head, and it won't come out. Jaime keeps a strong facade that she is not conflicted, is not damaged but A Okay. But she isn't, she might never be. But she is able to cast the illusion that she is fine, she is able to pretend to be happy when she is having a bad session. She is strong, but bottling all of this up isn't good. The only thing that would know her true face would be the punching bag that gets all of her baggage unloaded onto it every night.
WEAKNESSES
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- Mental Illness ::: Due to what happened, a severe amount of trauma occured that night on Jaime. She has a few different mental illnesses now that effect her everyday life. She has depression, in which she takes medication but it can give her some bi-pola tendencies where she can go from happy to sad in a second. She has paranoia in situations, always feeling like someone is watching with her and sleeps with a pocket-knife under her pillow. On top of that, bad dreams haunt her life every night of her mother trying to kill her, the deranged look in her eye as she came for her and more.
- Distrusting ::: Being a girl that keeps a lot of her shit to herself, Jaime is not the most open person in the world. Trust to her is delicate and it is a gift, to have trust in someone means a lot to her and to be able to tell someone all about her, the car crash, the murders, the scars. It means a lot, but even to this day Jaime hasn't been able to share anything like this to anyone, except her aunt of course and often walking down the halls of Midnight High couldn't be so lonely for anyone.
- Alone ::: Jaime is the kind of girl that can be in a crowd of people and still feel so alone, so insignificant. She has her friends, well and good but they don't know her, they don't know the real life of Jaime Stone. They don't know about the bruises she has from training at the dojo. They don't know about the knife scars on her body, or the puncture wounds of glass shards on her back. But by not being able to trust anyone, Jaime has isolated herself off from a lot of things. She doesn't have the 'bff' or the 'boyfriend' or anything. She is - alone.
- School ::: She is not a stupid girl, granted. She knows what she needs to know from school, and knows what she wants to know from school such as music class and drama, english and at times sex-ed when she wants a good laugh. But she will often leave it because being around so many people that don't understand it suffocating, so she has to get out. Some days she will stay all day, hold it out until the final bell. But most times, she will just leave.
- Conforming ::: A rebel with a cause! No, she isn't a rebel in general she just rebels against a lot of things. Such as rules, for example no smoking on school property and no truancy, in which she does both weekly, she just doesn't get caught. As far as outfits are, they aren't punk rock deranged emo kind of stuff, but average stuff just with a bit of Jaime swag to them. You will not see her in short shorts and a boob tube, but skinny jeans and a singlet top. Even if scars are shown, she couldn't care less.
LIKES
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- Soft rock
- Boys
- Fighting
- Music
- Singing
- Ayden
- Partying
- Her Aunt
- Her Friends
- Cigarettes
DISLIKES
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- Blood
- Pain
- Jack-asses
- Being judged
- Being looked down upon
- Her Mother
- Cheerleaders
- Conformity
- Knives
- Silence
HISTORY
Jaime doesn't know too much about her parents, apart from the last name 'Stone'. Well, she wished that was all she knew. For a good chunk of her life that is how it was, but there was one event in her life that changed all of that. That changed how Jaime saw her origins, those unanswered questions of who she was, and what she was going to be. But like most kids, her parents found a way to impact one part of her life. When she was fifteen, she learnt that her mother's name was Jackie Stone who was nineteen when she had Jaime, and had spent the past thirteen years in North-Cheshire Santarium; an insane asylum for the mentally derranged. Sick right? You don't know the half of it, but this woman framed the conflicted and messed up girl we know today. Even though until this day she swore she would not turn out like her mother, then maybe being moved to Midnight Harbor wasn't the best option for her. But you will find out about that later.[/BLOCKQUOTE]
On February 5th, 1996, this little girl was born to Jackie Stone and a man who left a blank name on her birth certificate. Her birth certificate; a constant reminder that her parents didn't want her. Jaime does not remember anything about them when she was younger because she was just a baby, all that she knew was from paper work. Sheets of white telling her that she was seven months old when she was put up for adoption after her mother wasn't seen fit to look after her baby, and she was taken from her and Jaime was subjected to living in an orphanage for a large amount of her childhood. She - and a facility full of other kids - grew up under the loving eyes of the people at the orphanage, small but love-filled in the small town of Tara Hills, California which was also the birthplace for this little girl. But as a strong little girl with her own little sarcastic behavior and a cute little knack of sensing the strength of character around people, defining if she would be able to get along with them or not, she was able to not only cooperate with the other kids but with the carers. In ways, it was her home and she never wanted to leave. She was extremely close with one of the carers who she remembers as Maddy, and Maddy was the first person to show Jaime what real music was. She showed her how to play guitar, gave her singing excercises and the whole shabang as there little bonding sessions, even though Maddy had a daughter the same age as Jaime, she still looked to Jaime partially as family too, and Jaime developed her appreciation for music. Jaimee stayed at the orphanage until she was ten years old, which is when the orphanage decided that Jaime should be put into foster care.
In her life, transitioned between five foster families as she grew up. Pretty extravagent right, but she saw a lot of California, her favorite state in the world. Her first home was with Mr and Mrs Braxus in San Francisco, which was interesting enough and a great place to live. But when they divorced, the situation wasn't the kind of thing that a foster kid should have to be involved in, and Jaime left. She had developed friends at this point, but she had no choice but to go. She wouldn't object, nor say a word. She wouldn't have her say or complain or whine. That is how she was then, very different to who she is now. She was able to be moved here and there without a problem, not even a twist or turn in order to make others happy, and she was just a pet they kept for a period of time. Her second home was when she was twelve and living in Chester. It was nice their, nothing to extravagent but she lived with a single mother, Janice who had two other foster kids there, so it wasn't like she was alone. Janice was an amazing person, and she had endured hardship when she was younger and actually agreed to show Jaime some self defense moves. Jaime learnt how to manipulate an attack from another person, through the most effective punches and kicks ever night for a year and a bit. Jaime loved it, and Janice would train her. This thirteen year old was doing pushups, sit-ups, practising against her foster brother and wanted to get involved in a kata dojo, but good things never last. She was happy and nice with them for a little while, but one disaster ruined that home. It involved a stray dog, a rainy night, a slippery road and bad reaction time. Jaime along with the other foster kids and Janice were involved in a car accident. That was Jaime's first broken bone, but not her first broken family and after Janice's funeral, Jaime was transfered to another home. She was nearly fourteen, and found herself in Ford City. Here, she was different. At this point she was finding it hard to open up to anyone, even the family she was living with. She had no friends at school at this point, and all she would do is lock herself in her room and write songs.
It wasn't long before she was transferred because the parents believed that Jaime just wasn't the kid for her, and this hurt her. That they didn't like her because of who she was, and she was peaking the age where she would understand this, and once again without a word she left but this time she went all the way to the City Of Angels to live with the best people. Charles Russo was an awesome father figure and was a music contractor, and once her heard Jaime's voice and found that she loved music, he did his best to appeal to that and win her over. He did, and Jaime was breaking out of her shell and would even watch some of her idols record in the studios. Her foster mother, Gale, was a nice lady who worked as a caterer in town, and would often whip up pateries and cakes for Jaime after school. She could have imaged staying there indefinitely. She had even started freshmen cheerleading at LA High, and loved being involved in the school and gaining friends by the second. After all that she had been through and all that she had to overcome, she was now feeling like she belonged. That was until the orphanage got the news, but it was already too late. Jaime didn't even hear it happen. In her bed listening to music, she couldn't hear the screams or the smashing. She didn't hear the breaking of furniture or the last breaths of her foster parents. This fifteen year old came down for a glass of water, but found bodies instead.
Jackie Stone had broken out of the asylum, and wanted her daughter. To have her daughter to care for in a fit of rage, no. She wanted Jaime dead, but got her foster parents first. Jaime found Charles hanging halfway out of a broken window on fire, blood down his back as she saw him. She saw the walls coated in splatters of blood from the flicks of the blade that stabbed Gale over twenty seven times as the corpse laid on the ground. At that point, Jaime knew everything was going to change. And when her mother attacked her, Jaime thought she was going to die that night. In the giant mansion, it was a game of cat and mouse. Jaime was chased over stairs, finding the dead bodies of the house maid and cook. She was stabbed twice, once in the back of the leg when she knocked her mother down with a vase and another in the side of the stomach when her mother pinned her down. Jaime had bruises from being pushed down the stairs, a cut down her wrist from getting caught by the knife and had the words of her mother being shot into her mind, over and over again. "You're a thing", "You're going to die tonight you little bitch!" and "Demon whore" were spat at her for hours as she tried to get away, but Jaime was left standing. After being pushed through the top of the green house after being chased to roof access, a beaten up Jaime found a pair of pruning sheers. When Jackie came to finish it, Jaime stabbed her mother in the temple and killed her instantly. That was the start of a hard road ahead for Jaime. But was she strong enough to overcome this, or would it haunt her forever.
For six months, Jaime lived at a rehabilitation clinic. She got round-the-house therapy sessions, her wounds healed and she got her stuff straightened out. But every night she would have nightmares, nightmares of her sick and deranged woman jumping from the second story railing and tackling Jaime to the ground. But over time, Jaime's wounds had completely healed and she had even started smiling slightly again. By the word of the foster clinic, Jaime was sent once again to a foster family, so she went for a long drive to Midnight Harbor, a little coastal town with bad fish and a dark atmosphere. It was definitely different, but this time she wasn't living with strangers; but her long lost Aunt Cordelia, and Jaime settled in with her not with a sense of familiarity but a sense of comfort with a family member. But she wasn't a good girl. She started up at LA High, and even though she is a sociable girl who likes to talk to people, she would often be traunt in school. She would leave periods, or when teachers or students would offend her, she would leave. But when you talk to her, she is as sweet as peaches most of the time. That is when she isn't having a bad session of depression. From the attack, Jaime wasn't left unscaved. She has a slight case of an isolate personality, a degree of depression and paranoia and bad dreams of the incident every night. But she keeps up a strong face, a facade of a rebellious girl who smokes, skips school and does what she needs to get through everything in her life. But she has a good circle of friends including Audrey, Macey and even talks to Jayden, Lucas and the new guy, Ayden. To them, she is the rebel who is someone you can talk to if you have a problem and even joined the band 'Midnight By The Red-Water', as lead singer, and loves doing that. Aside from school and the band, this chick has committed herself to training at an underground dojo at the Harbor, and her teacher though a bit shady, is a good, strong and full on teacher. Jaime does not want to be a victim again, and wants to make sure of that.
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Everette Evans; Journalist. Okay, intern. And more like slave but at least it was a start. It was surprising that things were actually starting to turn around a little bit. You know, since the past two weeks of his life had been a living hell he had made the most of it. Now, he was trying to get things straightened out in the City of Angels - which is full of zombies. Past tense present because the Seraphim team had been pretty much wiping them off of the streets, but the biggest worry has come to being; the whole city, and maybe the rest of the world, knows about the zombie epidemic. Ev could almost bring Farra back just for the chance to kill her again, but no. He was searching to fix things, PLAY the modern day Superman. Except in this analogy, he wasn't an alien but a witch with so much magic in him he barely knew what to do with it and instead of Lois Lane he had Jayla Pearson, the cute and bubbly banshee. To be honest, Jayla and Everette's relationship started at a hard time but they had kept it together, and had been each other's shoulders. So yeah, things were okay in that department. Oh, but back to this internship thing. Well since college is still in session, Ev had to write his own interpretation on a real-world epidemic including research and sources. He chose the zombie attack, and even though his father would turn in his grave for him doing it, he did this paper and within a few days, he was offered an internship with LA Angel Times newspaper under the leadership of the cocky and down right rude reporter Paul Reece and being screamed at by the powerful and prostegious editor; Rocky McCain. Sadly he is kinda a role model for Ev to become a reporter, but the dream is obviously better then the reality.
"Reece? Hello?". The reason why Ev was called down into the old FILE room was kind of shifty. Since Ev had spent his days playing assistant by getting coffees and doughnuts, organizing Reece's mass piles of crap and running errands, it was weird that Ev was down here. But down the staircase to th be dusty and abandoned room he went, wearing a pretty nice suit that sadly probably wouldn't stay like that. Hurrying down, Ev couldn't help but cough when he got a mouthful of dust. Oh great, this is just awesome. Now he was going to smell like he had a group hug from the Adam's family. "Reece, you here?". He called out as he moved through the basement, looking around through the dust as he then looked and saw a light. Well there was a light luckily, and at the back of the room. Reece had to be down here now since it looked like no one had been down there for a while. Looking at the light AGAIN, he was feeling kind of worried. His ear-com was still on him, but it wasn't signed in. But he was just being paranoid because he had nearly been killed and the world nearly destroyed, that's all. "Reece! Dude, it's really sick down here". Especially when he got a wiff of a smell. What the hell is that? His hand went to his nose. It smelt - familiar. What the fuck, it smelt like something had died down here. Probably rats or mice or - hell, a friggin dinosaur. All he knew is that he wasn't clearning that up. But as he moved towards the light, he looked to his side and down to the floor. No, it wasn't a rodent - it was a body. A girl wearing office clothes laid on the floor, beaten and he body looked to be rotten away. Of course Ev would find the smell familiar, he has been spending all of his time fighting fucking zombies. But looking over her, he saw a name tag on her shirt. It was identicle to Ev's, and intern to the paper. He was freaked out now, and went to turn to leave, but something stopped him.
Ev yelled as a telekinetic pull caught him and he was flung backwards. Ev shot through the air until his face met the wall. Smashing into dirty brick, he slid down to the ground. Oh god that hurt! Now he knew how it felt for all the demons and vampires he had done that too. Touching his face, he felt the graze and blood on his hand. No friggin way! He finally gets out of Charms N' Bullshit and now he was in danger at his new 'kind of' job. This is not fair. But as he looked up, he couldn't see anyone. A witch? A demon? A Selena? Looking around more, he didn't know what spell to use or what to do. He just had to find whatever was doing this. "Reece?" Bad move. Ev was shot through the air again, this time flipping in the air and smashing down on an old pile of packing crates they must have used decades ago. They broke around him as he rolled off of the pile, only for another pull to come upon him as Ev found himself flying across the floor until his body met a hard filing cabinet, his body curling around it. He grunted in pain, loud. Okay, it must officially be his mentor - Paul. When he looked up, the invisible Paul showed himself as he blurred into vision, smiling down at Ev. "It's Mr Reece to you - witch". Rightio Reece seemed pissed! Ev looked at him as Reece went to wave his hand again, but Ev's eyes washed over a white phase as a rapid of wind shot at Rhys, wrapping him a mini and temporary tornado, hurling the guy through the air and across the room. Out of sight, not out of mind. Putting his finger to his ear-com, a small device sitting in his ear, it scanned his finger-print and signed him in. "Guys, I'm at LA Angel Times in the basement storage room. A telekinetic is trying to kill me. I need backup - now!". He spoke, and then looked up to find Reece, but he couldn't. This was just going to get better and better.
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