ABOUT YOU
Name: Lizzy
Age: 19
Contact Info: PM
How you found us: My cousin plays Luca V

CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Jaxson Saintcrow
Nicknames: Jax or Jennifer Torrington (Well that’s what it says on her fake ID)
Character age: 25
Birthdate:
Gender: Female
Is this character supernaturally inclined? Executioner/ Bounty Hunter
Strengths:
-] Her paranoia
-] Urban fighting
-] She can follow rules
-] Her friends
-] Her instincts
-] She can kill without asking questions
-] She isn’t someone to give into threats easily
Weaknesses
-] Children
-] Emotions
-] Her friends
-] Her smart mouth
-] She’s persistent
Weapons carried on person:
-] Glock 20 {Licensed}
-] A long chained crucifix
-] Silver boot-toe knife (left foot)
-] three throwing daggers
-] A baton, it’s a mix of steel and silver.
-] licensed pump action shotgun,
The only ones she carries normally are the Glock 20, boot knife and crucifix.

Tell me about yourself
Hair color/style:Black brown. The cut barely brushes her shoulders and its stays out of her face.
Eye color:Hazel green.
Portrayal: Sienna Guillory
Picture:


Physical description:

Jaxson stands at exactly 5’10 even when wearing the knee high boots she always seems to wear. Her colors of choice are blue, black, and white. It isn't often that she will be seen in anything other then those. She’s slim, it comes with the job and very athletic. When she wants, she doesn’t stand it in a crowd. It’s just a skill she has. When the need calls for it she can go from the scruffy sexy look to something more, formal. All you have to do is ask her really nice. She can be commonly seen in a blue sleeveless top and black mini skirt/shorts comb with her boots. {Like the picture} Though it’s almost as common for her to wear a leather duster and jeans too. Jax is not big on fashion, makeup or jewelry. The only jewelry she owns is her ever expending collection of silver, broken, crucifixes. Two small sterling sliver studs are always in her lobes. Her makeup…just a tube of cherry flavored lip-gloss, its all a girl needs.

Likes:
-] Chocolate
-] Sleep when she can get it
-] Reading
-] Getting to know new people
-] Cooking
-] Weapons
-] Cats
-] Smoking
-] Final Fantasy
-] Silence when she can get it
Dislikes:
-] People who break the law, yet she isn’t above doing it herself sometimes if it’s called for.
-] Annoying people
-] Lies
-] Vampires that think they own everything
-] Bullies
-] Gambling
-] Playing games
-] Being drawn into conversation
-] Being scared
-] People touching her
-] Alarm clocks
Fears:
-] Dying recklessly
-] Dying alone
-] Heights
-] Spiders
Nervous habits:
-] Whispering when she’s talking
-] Swearing
-] Pacing

Personality description:

Her view on life? She doesn’t have one really, though she holds to the believe that if things are trying to kill her then its safe to blow really big holes in them until she’s either dead or the other is dead.

She’s a hard person to gain trust from if you’re only just meeting her. She can come off as antisocial and that she doesn’t give a damn about what happens to people but inside she really does. She’s seen what people do to each other and in a way she’s cut herself off from those around her so she can’t get hurt in return. It’s just an automatic thing that happens when she meets people so don’t hold it against her. Jaxson is also very loyal to those that have managed to worm their way into her emotions.

She’s the type of person that will back you up when you ask and march all the way to the gates of Hell if need be to get those that she’s got an excruciation order for. While loyal she is also naturally rebellious and also has anger issues. She hates it when people try and order her around and when it comes to things like that she will hold out even if it’s against her own judgment.

She is a good friend though and once you’ve got to know her, you’ve got a friend for life or an enemy. Jaxson holds grudges for a long time; it’s the same with favors that people owe her. When its time to collect then you better make sure that you don’t miss her call. Thinking on it she would have to blame her brother and father for how she turned out but that doesn’t really matter. What does is the fact that when she’s needed she is there. Jaxson will go to any lengths to see a criminal taken down and a hunt finished. She just isn’t the type of person to leave loose ends.

Take me home to meet mom and dad:
Parents:
James Saintcrow, Plastic Surgeon in London. 49
Her mother, Poppy died at child birth.
Siblings:
Casey Saintcrow, older brother. 28.
Children:
n/a
History:

Jax was born into a one sided family. While most children had a mom and dad, she only had a dad and was proud of it. It didn’t matter that sometimes things where a little odd and that she didn’t do girly things that only a mother and daughter can do. Her brother, just a few years older then her acted as her mother while their dad had to work. And if anything ever went wrong they could always count on their aunt that lived on the outskirts of London, England. She lived her whole childhood in London and saw some things children shouldn’t. While at school she was singled out and bullied due to the fact that her mother had died bringing her into the world. While that didn’t sting as much as it should have it was the fact that she would be challenged for such stupid things.“Life goes on, and people die. Simple”Its what she kept reminding herself on things like parents evenings and sports days when her father couldn’t turn up because he was in theater and her brother was doing something else. It’s what motivated her to do something about the ever present bullies in her class. Instead of getting cornered like some stray dog she stood up to them, it didn’t matter if it was two against one or seven against one. She just did what came natural and what her instincts told her to do. One particular incident would be one to remember until she’s old and grey. It had been the night of her college prom, her boyfriend had broken up with her and she’d had no money for a bus ride home let alone a cab. She picked up a ghost that trailed her to the park just down the road from where she lived. The guy that followed her had been in the news days before; armed and dangerous was what had been said. It was a pity that she didn't watch the news she thought afterwards.

The attack was short and brutal and luckily one of her neighbors was around at the time walking their dog. She fought back with everything she had; going with what her daddy had said when she’d been growing up that if she was ever threatened or attacked in the street by yelling ‘fire’ and the like so someone would come. It stands to reason seeing as whenever someone shouted help in London most people looked the other way and got on with their lives.

Writing Sample:

[from another rp but i can do another if you want. I was rushed for time is all]

Brushing a hand across her face the daimon growled tiredly, so much for a new life she mused turning her face up to the bright over head lights. Training humans, it was humiliating, through Madison proved a challenge the girl was a good learner. She had caught on quick during their weeks of practice she only wished that she would show some sense and not show up as the little princess again with her diamonds and attitude towards life. So her father dealt with daimons on a regular basis, which still wouldn’t stop her from having a bonfire right here in the gym. Even stones burned and it had been a long known fact that she didn’t take well to being ordered around; Cody would just burn her stuff out of badness ad sheer desperation to get it across that not even money can protect you from much.

Running her tongue over her fangs she sighed, it wouldn’t be long until she fed again. The last beating she had willing taken from Stryker had put her in a very vulnerable position. The pain she had lived with, it was the fact that he had dragged her hissing and cursing from England. America was just another place she could roam and yet she hated it, it stank of greed and the noise alone was enough to make her head spin the first hour she had got there.

Dressed in a white t-shirt and brown shorts with fingerless leather gloves, she slunk over to the weapons rack and picked up her twin blades. Holding them up to the light she winced, taking in the indentations in the metal. She‘d not had much call to use them since fighting in London….it hadn‘t even been a planned attack but some stupid human had called up the Great Wild Hunt of old as a Samhain trick. “Fucking great. And just where am I going to find someone to fix this? I can barely find my apartment yet alone and smith.” felling eyes on her she shivered, it wouldn’t have surprised her if the Goddess was watching her right then and there.

Shaking off her anger she swung on blade slowly in an arc before bringing the other up behind her as quick as a viper. The moves that followed flowed over her like water, memories of when she had first learnt some surfaced as the speed increased. You would have thought that three thousand years of weapons practice she was a good swords woman but her style was harsh and unforgiving where as it could turn to fluid and graceful at a moments notice. For a second she wondered if she could write a ‘Sword play for Dummies’ book, she could become a millionaire over days she thought with a private snicker.

After Gods knew how long she stopped, it would do nothing for her to wear her self out physically. It would only make her more stressed then she already was and no one deserved her temper thrown at them. Glancing at the clock on the wall she hissed. She was late for meeting Madison, "double damn", replacing the blades on the weapon rack she strode over to the work bench where she'd thrown her duster the other night. Slipping into thigh length leather boots and her jacket she picked up her wallet and keys. Lincoln Park wasn't that far away from her apartment but she was pushing for time and the cold didn't bother her despite the way she was dressed.

Boots clicked down against the curb with each step, despite the looks she got as she passed there was no way in hell that she could fall on her backside, she'd lived in one of the coldest back water islands for years and knew how to avoid black ice. Slipping through the shadows she sighed, if she put a toe out of line it was going to end up with her turning to dust. The only reason she could even be civil most days was because of that and the fact that Madison and she got on quiet well.

They had met in the park a few times, mainly because she was the one to choose where they talked. The same place every time she thought before taking a seat on the damp public bench. There was no way anyone could miss her and yet when late night dog walkers went by they never paused to glance at her. Apollo’s generic vanity be damned, when you hacked your hair and dressed like someone with less money then she had it wasn’t surprising.

After fifteen minuets she was getting annoyed. Madison was never late, if anything she was always there before her so why on Gods green earth hadn’t she thought about it before? Pushing that out of her mind the blonde daimon cursed heavily when the shrill ring tone cut the silence that had descended around her. Patting down her hips she realized that it was coming form her back pocket, with her mind preoccupied as it was she was doing things out of the norm for someone as old as herself. Looking at the screen, her eyebrows arched ever so slightly. Madi knew that she shouldn't phone her unless it was something worth risking a limb. Putting it against her ear she barely had time to say hello before the girl cut her off,

“Hey. I might need your help. I think I may have just walked into some sort of…..”

About to speck she heard someone talking on the other end of the line before it went dead. What the hell was going on in this place? Snapping the little phone closed she snarled as she walked into a dog walker, she hadn't fed in a week and looking at the pulse on the raven haired males neck she suddenly smiled. If the daimons of Chicago where going to war, then she was going to have to feed, orders or no orders be damned.

And the rest:
Anything else? I was thinking of turning her into something later on....a lot later on though.

Did you read the rules? Oui Ma Petite

Jason is the one who approves apps, but may I ask why she has been portrayed as a supernatural (possibly a vampire from the mention of fangs and needing to feed?) in her sample post?


P.S: I agree with Jason, it is a very good sample post.

While I like the sample post it shows that you are more then a capable writer and role player. I tend to like sample post from the applicant character's point of view so we can see the character in action and better get a feel for her. Other then that so far it looks good.