Post by Jessie Winchester on Aug 13, 2010 21:29:51 GMT -5
JESSIEAUSTINWINCHESTER
"Sweet, charming, smart”
• • ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION,
general information
FULL NAME: Jessie Austin Winchester
NICKNAME: Jess
AGE: 18
YEAR: 2033
SPECIES: Mortal
GENDER: Male
ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Hunter
• • TOSSED ABOUT I’M LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN,
physical narrative
FACE CLAIM: Johnny Simmons
SKIN: Fair
EYES: Hazel
HAIR: Brown
HEIGHT: 6"3"
BODY TYPE: Average, tall, and toned
• • I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE,
character behavior
LIKES:
- Chocolate
- Hanging with friends
- Giving his cousin Matt a hard time
- Christmas (the smells)
- Reading
- Writing
- Surfing the net
- Girls (a lot)
DISLIKES:
- Nightmares
- The dark
- Dark Supernatural
- Drugs
- Disgusting food
- Being picked on back
- Being berated
- Being alone
STRENGTHS:
- Compassion
- Trust
- Love
- Understanding
- Inner strength
WEAKNESSES:
- Under confidence
- Inner fears
- Over seeing things sometimes
- Family
- His powers
FEARS:
- Hurting someone
- Being alone
- Being in the dark
- Dolls and clowns (both scare him)
- Dying
POWERS & ABILITIES: telekinesis and visions
• • BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAY,
personal record
FAMILY: Sam Winchester (Father/Lucifer Vessel), Serena Caster Winchester (Mother/Hunter)
HISTORY: Jessie was born to two hunters one more famed than the other. However, what the mother didn't know was that her hubbie was a vessel for Lucifer. Hence the torment cause. Jessie was born of a curse line. Leaving him cursed and taking a part of Lucifer with him. He grew up under Dean, his uncles care. There he lived with his cousin Matt like the way brothers would. him and Matt were very close. Jess treated Matt like he was a brother. That was just the way things were.
Times were rough, but that was okay, they had each other. Sure they couldn't roam the streets like things used to be, but that was alright, it didn't matter. Again they still had each other. Hunters ran ramped now. Anyone who could get a gun had one to keep themselves safe from the hell on earth. Eventually the boys learned to hunt themselves.
First the simple beings. Then the bigger ones like demons and yes, even angels. However, what was right anymore. In some cases they were taught that it didn't really matter as long as one was alive still. There wasn't much left, but what they had they used. There was only one safe haven called by many names, but could keep demons out and angels and anything else, but the real world was a battleground. Those that didn't live were consumed by the virus. Those that weren't consumed by the virus became what him and his cousins where. That was the cycle.
• • CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON,
the face behind the mask
ALIAS: Shay
OTHER ACCOUNTS: Sam Winchester, Ezekiel
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ROLE PLAYING: 5+
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: been here
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE: (sample from bleeding rose)
By instinct Jessie jumped up and back away from the angel. He knew he should have been more used to strange things, but that just hit a over ten on the weird shit o meter. Jessie felt like he was about ready to swallow an entire horse pill to himself. From that moment on, any fighting him and Matt had been doing, it was now gone as fast as a Pasadena wind in June. It was almost like any words he wanted to say were taken away from him. He just looked from Matt to the angel, back to Matt and then to the angel again. There was just nothing he could come back with.
Finally he felt like he was about to pass out from all that was transpiring. In his mind he was going oh my god. That's was all that he was thinking, the crazy part was that he wasn't to far off. He grabbed his head as it began to migraine out. Jessie's thoughts were beginning to make him want to almost hyper ventilate. He had to finally re sit back down. This was going to take time to process. An angel, talking to them, that was one for the supernatural history books. He never had gotten to know much about Sam and Dean, their pasts, or the fact that angels had played a big role in the Winchester lives.
"Great..." he said winded and then looked up at the angel. "But why? Why are you, an angel coming to us now out of any time? I don't get it. Were not that grand or important."
Honestly he didn't feel like he was that important. Granted that probably would mean low self esteem for himself, but a part of him felt he couldn't help it. After the amount of hunting that he had to do with Matt, he felt that they were just simple nobodies doing a job that gets no fame what so ever. Yet then again if the angel was correct about Azrael, then both him and Matt were both messed up proverbial pouches. He was beginning to wonder if leaving Vegas wouldn't be such a bad idea.
