Post by The Paladog on Sept 17, 2013 2:54:00 GMT
JESSIE SWINK
I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but it's looking just like every other morning before.
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean when it's gone.
I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world,
but it's looking just like every other morning before.
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean when it's gone.
Name: Jessica Swink
Nickname: Jessie, Jess, Jay
Birthdate: 06/28/92
Age: 21
Species: Human, daemian
Gender/Pronouns: Lady / “she”
Name: Zephyr
Nickname: Zeph
Forms: Dingo, dhole, pikachu, northern mockingbird, goldfish, lion
Gender/Pronouns: Gentleman / “he”
The cars are moving at like half a mile an hour and I
started staring at the passengers waving goodbye.
Can you tell me what was really special about me all this time?
THE WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE BITstarted staring at the passengers waving goodbye.
Can you tell me what was really special about me all this time?
Standing at approximately 5’5”, Jessie isn’t possessing of a stature that’s typically intimidating. Her hair is cut short, something that was done prior to beginning life as a hunter, but certainly maintained now that they’re hunting, due to how easy it is to cut and the fact that it keeps people from grabbing her hair as easily. More often than not, she wears glasses. However, if preparing for a hunt, she often switches to contacts, so that her glasses won’t fall off her face.
Her face is slightly rounded, if still feminine, meaning that it’s difficult to disguise herself as a man when necessary. The rest of her figure follows this standard, stocky but curvy, and a slight pigeon-toe makes her frustratingly clumsy when she least expects it. Her nails are kept long and painted, though it is a common sight on hunts to see them chipped and jagged from the lack of time to care for them.
Because of the climate she lives in, Jessie tends to prefer jeans almost always, with older t-shirts and the occasional jacket thrown over top, either hooded sweatshirts or open-button affairs made from corduroy or jean. Both types of jackets are durable enough that she can wear them when hunting. In the colder months, hats and gloves are common, particularly the latter, which is likely to be a silly wristwarmer showcasing paws or something knitted to look like dragon scales. Shoes will either be tennis shoes or boots.
Well I believe the world is burning to the ground.
Oh well, I guess we're gonna find out.
Let's see how far we've come.
THE STUFF IN HER HEADOh well, I guess we're gonna find out.
Let's see how far we've come.
There are a few things that make Jessie a fairly reliable hunter. The first is her sense of justice. It fuels an obligation to others that keeps her up to date on any creatures in the area. She considers her “hunting range” to cover the mountains of North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, and South Carolina. All of these places are within a day’s drive. It’s fairly easy to keep up with things like electrical storms and odd disappearances, but it does mean that they have to run around a lot to investigate, because sometimes it’s hard to tell when an “odd disappearance” is just a hiker who wandered off a trail. Though she is patient, Jessie is known for reaching a point of cool aggravation, where she’s prone to snap or get frustrated if she’s pushed too far or is too overwhelmed. Thankfully, hunting isn’t often something that makes her feel that way, since it’s something she’s found she’s fairly good at.
The exception is when a hunt fails and someone dies because of a mistake she’s made. It’s extremely difficult for her to not break down inside herself, blaming herself for her faults and every detail that could’ve gone better. Responsibility will often keep her from spiraling too deep inside herself, though there have been days where she’s almost forsaken hunting entirely, not feeling “good enough” to keep people safe. Bradley often talks her out of this, pointing out that they’ve changed people’s lives, even if they haven’t known it, through their actions. This sort of talk will eventually pull her back around.
One of her faults as a hunter is that she tries to show compassion where she feels it’s warranted. However, a few times of doing this and being proven wrong has made her much more reluctant to do this, becoming harsh if the slightest indication of betrayal is evident. She's exceptionally pickier with who she associates herself with now, though trusts most TDFers without question (perhaps a fatal flaw).
I think it turned ten o'clock, but I don't really know,
and I can't remember caring for an hour or so.
I started crying, and I couldn't stop myself.
I started running, but there's no where to run to.
THE SHIT IN HER PASTand I can't remember caring for an hour or so.
I started crying, and I couldn't stop myself.
I started running, but there's no where to run to.
Jessie grew up in the foothills of the NC mountains, where normal childhood things happened for the most part and there were some crappy things too. Moving past that, she turned fifteen and joined The Daemon Forum, and then crazy stuff happened because of that too, and suddenly her daemon was real because of this angel guy, and it was all kind of confusing. But she hunts now, accompanied by her significant other, Bradley, who quickly caught on to what was happening when he started being able to see his own daemon, Boop, as well. They hunt things. It isn't the family business. There is no pet ferret, but there are possibly still goldfish, because tiny apartments are really easy to monster-proof. They have friends that worry about them, but it's important to keep those friends safe.
Notable Possessions: Gold/champagne 2000 Ford Taurus, inherited from Jessie's dad. It doesn't look very cool, but it saves money on gas. A sword, also from her dad, that gets coated with holy water sometimes.
Notable Family/Relations: Bradley, her hunting partner and significant other. Amber, Anthony, Alex, local friends. Family who tries desperately to cut ties with, to keep safe.
I sat down on the street and took a look at myself.
I said, "Where you going, man, you know the world is headed for hell?
Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to."
I said, "Where you going, man, you know the world is headed for hell?
Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to."