ABOUT YOU
Name: Jess
Age: 17
Contact Info:jessie_ corbin@hotmail.co.uk
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CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Jayden Faith Marshal
Nicknames: Jay. Faith
Character age: 23
Birthdate: March 7th 1987
Gender: Female
Lycan Species: Were Lion
Level: Sub

Strengths:
•She can say no when others can’t
•She can follow rules and get things done fast.
•She doesn’t mind being on the end of a joke as long as it isn’t mean
•She isn’t afraid to try something new out

Weaknesses
•Crying children
•Chocolate
•Her flare for drama
•Her knack for getting into trouble

Weapons carried on person: Nothing that would get her arrested if she was caught by police.

Tell me about yourself
Hair colour/style: Shoulder length brown, straight-ish as her hair is naturally curly.
Eye colour: Chocolate Brown
Portrayal: Eliza Dushku
Picture:



Physical description:

At the base of her neck she has a small tribal tattoo. Her right ear is pierced once at the lobe, the earring that she always wears is a small platinum dream catcher. At the small off her back is a small J shaped birthmark about the size of her thumb nail. Her style of clothing can range form the down to earth tee-shirt and jeans to dresses and high heels. However depending on her moods even her dress sense can change, so she’s stuck with the emo / Goth look for the moment. She isn’t very tall for her age, she stands at around 5’8’ and it’s doubtful that she’ll grow much taller. Jayden is lean, but she hides her figure with her clothes. She just doesn’t like the attention thrown her way if she wears eye catching things.


Likes:
•Making people laugh
•Movies
•Sleeping in
•Meeting new people
• Reading
•Cookies
•Cooking

Dislikes:
•Early mornings
•Annoying neighbors
•Dogs that bark at all hours of the night
•People that pick on weaker people then themselves.

Fears:
•Silver
•Her nightmares
•Her self sometimes

Nervous habits:
•She runs a hand through her hair when she’s nervous.

Personality description:

Jayden is an adventurer. She is the type of person that doesn’t sit still long if she hasn’t got anything to do. She isn’t the type of person to look for trouble but most of the time it seems to be drawn to her; it never matters to her however. She’s quick on her feet and has an even quicker tongue when she needs to talk her way out of something…then again; it is maybe her smart mouth that gets her into so much trouble. Normally if you catch her on a bad day she’s the quiet one, it’s a change to how she normally is and it seems to scare people. She’s alive, that is the perfect way to explain her really.

On first meetings however she’s quiet, a watcher. She likes to get a basic idea of what people are like before she even decides to show people what she’s like. Violence is something she is used to and though she doesn’t like hurting people she will do it if told to, surviving being the only thing she thinks of. Her views on life are the same as they have always been, if it’s living and breathing, is sentient it should be allowed to live. Her opinions though can differ when she sees what ‘Others’ can do to humans just because they have powers. Maybe it’s just the way she is with her once being human herself.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:
•Rowan Marshal, alive and well. 37 Years old.
•Jamiel Marshal, dead and buried.

Siblings:
•Jake Marshal, 11 years old.

Children:
Nope.

History:

Jayden was born in London, England. She was also born a human being with a regular family, a loving mum and dad, though at the time no siblings. She even had a pet dog that went around with her everywhere, while other young children had imaginary friends she had her dog Max. Now growing up was a lone child fun, she got to visit the zoo every Saturday with her dad and see all the different types of animals. All the kinds of things children did so did she, oblivious to the darker side of the world.

By the time she hit six years old everything changed. She’d been in school for one year, just a local one that was close enough for her to walk to on her own even with the neighbors eyes on her. It was the same with many of the children on the council estate she lived on; everyone looked out for each other. Kind of like a big family, the grown ups managed to put aside their difficulties for the sake of their children especially if they happened to be friends. On her sixth birthday her mum announced she was going to have a baby brother or sister, her parents where so happy and for awhile so was she. Until nine months later when she couldn’t bare the thought of moving into a new house and leaving everything she knew behind because of her new brother. It seemed like she wasn’t the only one either, her father changed during the months to come. Going form the dad she knew and loved to a man that didn’t even notice her anymore. It was the same with her mother only on a smaller scale. She hated it. It confused her because no one bothered to explain things and when the baby actually came home her world that had been hanging together by its threads shattered completely.

The rest of her childhood was uneventful to say the least. Her dog died and she didn’t get another one. Her old friends lost touch with her as she finished primary school, she didn’t make many friends at school after Jake was born, and she withdrew from everyone taking the brunt of the bullying if she caught someone’s attention for more then five minuets. Starting secondary school turned out to be fun, she met some new friends and they where as think as thieves always playing tricks on each other and so on, just normal teenager things. They hung out on the weekends, listened to the newest bands, and compared boys. It was a blast fun; she even grew to like her pipsqueak of a brother. Then her dad died in a car accident and her world froze. Her mother slid into depression leaving her children to cope with everything. Jayden took it on herself to look after them both, no older then sixteen at the time everything was hard but she learned how to deal with everything. Remarkably she managed her to juggle her life so she could still see her friends, get good grades at school and look after her family. Eventually her mom with everything that was happening at the time decided that they all needed a holiday and while Jayden was glad to hand over the reigns she didn’t.

A holiday required a lot of planning; helping plan it out with her mum they decided that they would need all kinds of things. Well, being a depressive and hardly ever leaving her room her mother found it hard to go outside. So lucky Jayden took up the challenge of booking everything with the travel agent, hotel, and so on. It was on the way home; she’d missed her connecting train home and had planned on calling a cab even if it used up the remaining money she had when she met her first lion up close and very personal. The fear that had sung through her mind had turned the fight or flight response up as far as the knob could go. She ran which had been a good idea at the time but not later on. The Shifter played with her, like a game of overlarge cat and mouse. It almost tore her apart but lucky for her the local Rex had been on the younger lion's tail, he'd only just come upon them to late. Well, it was a kick in the teeth. She'd known about the 'Others' most of her life but hadn't planned on being one. She was taken to hospital, the Rex stayed close as well. Not understanding at the time she put everything out of her mind except for healing so they could still go on their holiday. It was a Childs dream really; the tests the hospital conducted deduced that she had contracted lycanthropy from the attack. That only gave her the choice of dying painfully if she just gave up or turning furry on the full moon. She chose to stick around no matter the consequences.


Eighteen and the victim of a vicious attack left her views on the world different. At first she went through denial even though she accepted what was happening. Then fear, hate, and so on. The Pride tried to help they really did but she believed that if she behaved like a human, she could still be one. The cold hard truth slapped her into shape with her first change. Accepting it afterwards was easy, it was a different matter with her family. Her brother, no older then eight at the time feared her but her mom accepted it with the numb detachment that she’d adopted long ago with her dads death. Well, eighteen was old enough for her to move out and set up a life of her own. She moved out promising to write every week and send some money on for Jake’s birthday. Jay became a member of the Pride and learnt about what it was like to be a Were lion, and for the next four years she came to love them like family as well.

Her life had never been better, and when she’d saved up enough money she still went on holiday. To Miami in fact, having never left England before it looks like its going to be one big adventure. Who knows, maybe she’ll even stay a little while.


Writing Sample:

(This was after her dad’s death and before she was attacked.)

She never hated anything without a reason but to hell with it. It was six in the morning and she was cold, tired and hungry. Let alone she had a headache that could knock out an elephant for a week. Clawing her way up through the desire to sleep she yawned and stood up. So maybe watching movies until the crack of dawn wasn’t such a good thing after all when she had school in less then two hours.

Blinking sleep out of her eyes she staggered down the hall she stopped at her mum’s door and could hear the older Marshal tossing and turning. The nightmares where back and she made a mental note to go see the doctor again to ask if he could give her some more sleeping pills. Sighing she ran a hand through her hair and rested her forehead against the cool wood, it had been hell over the last few months. With dad gone she’d had to pick up a lot more work with mum’s breakdown…

“You ok Sish?”

She blinked and turned her head a little as she looked at her little brother peeking out at her from his room’s door. He was still in his Simpson’s pajamas and she grinned at him through a fall of her hair “Sure I am Sprout, why wouldn’t I be?” She straightened up and padded down the hall to his door before crouching down. He was so young; he didn’t understand that dad had died. She hated lying to him but she wasn’t sure how to explain that the man that tucked him up at night and read bed time stories to him wasn’t going to come back no matter how much he asked.

“You look sad? Is mummy crying again?”

She paused and sighed heavily “No, she’s not crying again. Now come on, you can help me pack for school and I’ll let you play my play station.” She beamed as he launched himself at her with the energy only a little child had. She laughed and wrapped her arms around him with the passing thought that everything might just be ok.

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Anything else? I can't think of anything.

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