Post by dorkeh on Oct 16, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -7
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
The Basics
Name: Jane Hunters
Nicknames/Aliases: None
Age: 17
Grade: Junior
Occupation: Student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Titan Parent: Rhea
Mortal Relatives: An orphan, she knows nearly none of her relatives. But she was told her father’s name, Jack Hunters.
Physical Statistics
Height: 5’11
Weight: 120
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Light Green
Lets Get More Personal
Likes:
Mythology
Animals (She is especially fond with felines)
Music
Coffee
Reading
Silence
Dislikes:
Her parents
Obnoxious people
Twilight (Yes, as in the book)
She isn’t exactly fond of her powers. Of course, she isn’t exactly sure what they are.
She despises Hunters… The irony.
Personality:
.:Quiet:. Jane is a quiet girl. She isn’t very talkative, and even when she does talk her strange nature usually draws people in or turns them away. You would never be able to guess how opinionated she is until she opens her mouth and talks. Yes, behind her quiet serene exterior is a comical smile and a master plot for nearly every situation.
.:Insecure:. Facing abandonment time and time again, inside, Jane has gone from bright optimistic young girl to quiet insecure young woman. It’s no wonder she’s found comfort in animals. As a little baby she made friends with the orphanage pets, as a little girl she’s fed stray cats in her neighborhood alleyways, and as a young teenager she’s taken in a countless number of stray dogs and found them new homes.
.:Sly:. Don’t be fooled by this Demi-Titan’s grace. This chicka’s got an edge to her that no Monster is going to want to deal with. Jane can be a smooth talker at times and her hypnotizing effects on animals can occasionally work their way with humans. With many layers to her personality, it takes a true master to look deep down inside her. And when you get there, you’ll be shocked at what you find.
History: Jane has a love for animals in her blood. And of course, her parent’s connection to animals was what brought them together. Yeah, Jane’s father, Jack Hunters, is a stereotypical animal lover. Most of his t-shirts have ‘Save the Whales’ or ‘Restore Our Rainforest’s’ printed all over them. Her father was a conservationist and liked to travel to different places whenever he could. Born and raised in San Francisco, Jack could always blame his weird eccentric quirks on his home town. He was always looking for a special someone who had such love for the world as he did. So when he finally did find her, he was madly in love.
Jack had tagged along with a team of conservationists trying to pull together a documentary on the genetically mutated African wildcats. The camera crew was set, the team was well prepared, and everything was going smoothly. Jack has spent a lot of money getting his tickets, packing his things, and getting to the South African wildlife reservation. But the team’s time was limited and there wasn’t a single cat in sight. The last spotting of a King Cheetah had been months ago when the rainy season had just ended. And when it came to White Lions, no one had spotted one since the rainy season started. Now the dry season had begun and they couldn’t find a Cheetah or Lion as far as the eye could see. Instead he found Rhea, riding with a group of tourists on a safari ride.
The disguise Rhea had put together was a bit extravagant for her, for she was disguised as a model and each glance she had gotten was followed by a second. But, it was well worth it. Calling herself Arabella, meaning beautiful lion, Arabella was last to be introduced to Jack Hunters. And at first sight, Jack was love struck. For the next 2 weeks, 2 prides of lions had been spotted and each one carrying at least two lions carrying the leucistic gene. A week after the first pride spotting, a King Cheetah had been found surveying the crew’s camp. Coincidence? Maybe not. But one thing was for sure, Jack was in love with Rhea and Rhea was falling fast.
When the time came to for Jack and ‘Arabella’ to go their separate ways, Arabella was already carrying Jack’s child. But Arabella couldn’t bring herself to tell Jack. Of course, she wasn’t afraid though. In fact, she was quite confident. Being the goddess of childbirth and fertility, she was certain her baby Demi-Titan would outshine them all. But when she and Jack went their separate ways, they never saw each other again. But 40 weeks later, Jack came arrived at his house to the quiet cries of an infant child with a note tucked into her blanked. It read:
Dear Jack,
You were my Tarzan, can she be your Jane?
Warm Regards,
Ara
After Jane turned 6 months, Jack dumped her in a happy little place called Sunny City Orphanage. It was supposed to be one of the happiest little orphanages on earth. In truth, Jane met some of the most disturbed children there. The kids there were sad, the adults there were distressingly happy, and the orphanage parrot looked like it had one too many fathers yanked from its tail. But Jane didn’t stay there to long, and in afterthought she always wished she had stayed.
After being dumped, Jane was quickly moved to another orphanage in Michigan with a name, not even her old foster parents could pronounce. The town she lived in was deserted and cold, like she had purposely been placed there just to make her miserable. And the worst thing of all was all the strange people who kept trying to steal her. On class field trips strange ladies would invite her to come and eat lunch with them, little boys would always tug at her sleeve and invite her to play ball with them and their parents, and when Jane turned twelve her foster parents tried to kill her. Not with their casseroles, but with their fangs and claws. Yes, Jane’s foster parents were harpies.
At first when Jane arrived, they were quite pleasant. In fact, a little to pleasant compared to the other families in town. Even the mice that lived under the porch seemed uneasy. But Jane enjoyed it still, and liked to wander the many rooms that filled the house. But on the second week Jane had started to feel nervous. Her new parent, who had introduced themselves as Jack and Jill, didn’t talk to her much, and wouldn’t let her attend school. A newly found hatred started to brew between her and her foster parents as she went into her teenage years and ‘Jack and Jill’ could feel it.
Then Jane got her mother’s message and everything turned into one big nightmare. The Titan appeared to her in her sleep and the message seemed like it either happened in five seconds or a hundred years. Rhea stood before her, tall and beautiful, in a chariot drawn by two lions. With a huge grin, Rhea told Jane her parent’s entire history together in one large flash of memory. But throughout the entire dream, Jane just stood dumbfounded as she watched her mother look over her. But before the dream faded, Rhea motioned Jane forward and handed her a small King Cheetah cub. Being a protective mother, Rhea didn’t especially trust a large lion with her own Demi-Titan child.
“When you wake up, I want you to run as fast as you can. Okay?” Rhea asked, laying her hand on the cheetah’s head and murmuring something softly. “They’re harpies, Jane. I want you to run away as fast as you can from them. Don’t look back.” With that, Rhea had disappeared and Jane awoke from her dream with a soft gasp.
Then Jane ran. As soon as Jane heard the soft creaking of the hardwood floors, Jane got out of bed and ran. “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water,” cackled the harpies. Jane snuck out through the window and ran away from her house as fast as she could. But Jane wasn’t the only one running, so was the Cheetah, fully grown and running at top speed or maybe even faster. And before Jane could find a place to hide she was already being brought back to the academy by a pair of satyrs, very curious to see the burning mark left on her left wrist. Yes, Rhea had already claimed her child days ago and it seemed she had waited to send a message that was perfectly timed.
Throughout Jane’s life, her heritage has never really gone to her head. No haughty attitude, no arrogant smile, and the thought of performing a hair flip makes Jane cringe. None of her friends at the orphanage had any idea she was half-sister of the Gods. No one ever guessed she was even slightly different from the rest of the children. And that’s exactly what saved her from getting attacked by Monsters… Most of the time.
Abilities:
- Jane has an extremely strong telepathic connection to animals, especially the ones closest to her (her Cheetah). It's not like she speaks perfect English to them, not at all. But she can sense emotions, thoughts, and feelings from them in a language quite unexplainable. She even gets the occasional weak message from a flower or small butterfly.
- With Jane's strong telepathic abilities, making friends is easy to do. She feeds a stray cat, they go spy on a friend for her. She helps mend a butterfly's broken wing, they show her where all the best flowers are. But when strong enough, Jane can be quite persuasive with not only animals, but humans. Yes, her power is weak, but mind control is on the list of super awesome powers she likes to practice.
- If connected strongly enough to an animal, Jane can take on the abilities and traits of a certain animal. In her case, it the Cheetah. It feels like she's on a sugar rush. A quick surge of energy and she's out cold for the rest of the evening. With her cheetah close at hand, Jane can grow night vision (along with cat-like eyes), fantastic speed, and teeth and claws that can seem even scary to her.
Weaknesses:
- Jane is horribly afraid of fire. It's not like a tiny candle light sets her off but if she is faced with a large fire, Jane will freeze on the spot. Like a moth to the flame? No, not in the least.
- Jane can be cat-like even when she isn't using her power. How? She hates water. If you put her in the middle of the ocean she'll sink like a rock all the way to the bottom.
- In the wintertime when the flowers wilt, the animals go into hibernation, and the air gets chilly, Jane gets horribly weak. It's a horrible trait of her's that many foster parents have had to deal with. When Jane gets sick in wintertime, she's absolutely morbid.
Other Information: A King Cheetah with heightened abilities given to her by her mother.
Sample Post
Jane was set to arrive at the Jones’ house in an hour. Her new foster parents were waiting for her, and she couldn’t let them down. This day was supposed to be considered special for her. Since of course, it was her 13th birthday. But to Jane, it didn’t seem very special. Many other children had bid her happy birthday. Still, it didn’t feel right.
“Everything is going to be alright, Jane,” Jane whispered to herself. “The foster parents are going to be wonderful, they’re going to love you, and you’ll all live as one big happy family.” Jane smiled weakly. She tried to believe those words, and for once today, she did. For Jane was good at telling herself lies.
“Ms. Hunters!” cried a sharp voice from behind her. A loud clicking echoed through the entry room of the orphanage. “Please hurry up, Ms. Hunters, we shan’t be late for your own arrival. Jack and Jill will be so disappointed if you arrive late.”
Jane already knew who it was. She could recognize that voice a mile away. It was her temporary guardian, Ms. Fitzpatrick. Jane whirled around. “Yes, miss!” she replied.
“Don’t just stand there! Hop to it!”
“I haven’t said goodbye to my friends yet,” Jane protested.
“Then go!” Ms. Fitzpatrick tapped her watch and swiftly marched down the hall.
Rolling her eyes, Jane gathered up her things and started walking up the staircase. “It’s no wonder she isn’t married,” she muttered.
The house was old and made decrepid by the many people who had lived there. There were about 8 rooms in all, and though it was mansion sized, the condition of the estate proved it was no mansion. It was made of mostly brick and the outer walls were covered in ivy that had clearly taken over the house. If it weren’t so large and spooky, the house would have looked like the perfect fairytale cottage. Come wintertime, it looked like a winter wonderland gone horribly wrong.
As Jane climbed the large wooden stairwell, she could hear running from the opposite end. Was that who she thought it was? A small smile started to inched itself onto her face. “Lucy?” she called.
“Jane!” replied the small girl running down the steps. The girl seemed only 11 and even so, she was much smaller. “Oh, I didn’t know you were leaving so early!” the young girl said in a huff. She looked slightly distressed, as if fearing her friend’s departure.
“Is there something wrong, Lucy?” Jane replied curiously. Her friend was rarely this serious. “The Jones’ are really just a couple streets down from the orphanage, and I’m sure they’ll let me visit you now and again.”
Lucy laughed lightly, though it was obviously forced. “You think so?” she asked, though still not assuaged.
“Of course, and when they do, I’ll call you!”
“Ms. Hunters! We have to go now!” ordered Ms. Fitzpatrick, tapping her foot. Her heel clicked against the hardwood floor loudly and both Jane and Lucy couldn’t help but roll their eyes.
“Goodbye Jane,” sighed Lucy. “Hope to see you soon.”
As Jane turned to leave, her face fell. In the back of her mind, she knew this wasn’t going to turn out as planned. It was like a sixth sense to her, knowing something was wrong. And looking into the face of an animal always stabilized her belief. They knew it too, and after that there was no denying it.
“Pardon me Ms Fitzpatrick, but are we late?” Jane asked, breaking the long silence. Jane looked back at her guardian as they walked to the car. She was much taller than she, and there wasn’t much denying it.
“Unfortunately, yes, Ms. Hunters, and I suggest it never happens again,” she replied shrewdly as her heels clicked rhythmically against the cement.
“What a disappointment,” sighed Jane, “I was rather hoping you wouldn’t take so long. You know, flirting with Mr. Patterson.” Jane flattened her navy uniform skirt and fixed the collar of her white polo, trying to avoid Ms. Fitzpatrick’s gaze as they slipped into the car.
“Pardon me, Ms. Hunters?” Her eyes narrowed as she pulled off her gloves and started the car. The loud hum of the engine broke the icy silence between them. But the tension in the air was thick, still.
“Nothing Winifred” murmured Jane, “absolutely nothing.” Jane tried her best to suppress a smug smile but she was running low on will power.
As Jane an Ms. Fitzpatrick rode into the driveway, Ms. Fitzparick turned to look at Jane. “I’m warning you Ms. Hunters,” she hissed. “We’ve gone through dozens of foster parents with you and we aren’t going to let you screw this one up as well.”
“Yes, Ms. Fitzpatrick,” Jane replied. “I promise this one is going to be fine.”
“Good, now smile Jane. We don’t want Jack and Jill thinking you’re a plain Jane.” With that, Ms. Fitzpatrick stepped out of the car and walked to the front door.
Jane listened to the ringing of the doorbell for what seemed to be an entire minute. “Eer-” Jane cut off in alarm as the door opened up, showing short middle aged people. Jill, the shortest of the two, grinned widely. She looked back at Jack who was smiling even wider.
“Jane!” Jill cried, “We’ve been waiting for you for such a long time!”
“Oh, and how late you are you naughty, naughty!” Jack chimed in.
Ms. Fitzpatrick laughed nervously. “Yes, I’m extremely sorry! I-”
Jill cut her off. “Jane, would you like to come see the house? I know we can’t see all the rooms, but I’ll show some of the main ones!” Jill didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, she grabbed Jane’s hand and ran into the kitchen.
Jane stared in awe as Jill dragged her through the house. The kitchen was cozy, the dining room was fantastic, and as Jane was dragged into another room, she realized her own was much grander. “Whoa,” she gasped as she stepped in.
The walls were painted icy blue and light filled the room with an enchanting grace. Her large antique bed sat at the right of the room which was curtained by long translucent curtains. And vanity, wardrobe, and desk, completed the room and put a smile on Jane’s face. These people had gone all out.
“Do you like it?” Jill asked, looking worried.
“It’s amazing!” Jane gasped, running to the bed and stroking the silky sheets. She leaned against the cushioned headboard and smiled brightly. This room was amazing! Why had they done all this for her?
“I’m just glad you happy,” Jill exclaimed, patting Jack’s shoulder as he walked up from behind her. It seemed as Ms. Fitzpatrick had left and Jane was left alone with her new parents. Hopefully, she would be staying with them.
“Can we visit the other rooms?” she asked, bouncing on her new bed. The other rooms must be gorgeous compared to this one. Why would they decorate just hers?
“No, no,” Jack replied, “Let’s wait until you get comfortable on the first level of the house before we go explore the rest.
Jane looked at him curiously. There were 2 ½ levels to the house. Why not visit them all? Jane had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and she couldn’t exactly place it. Her new parents were so nice, so relatable. She barely ever felt like this with other people, only Lucy. Was it just the new room? Maybe it just wasn’t Jane’s style. After all, blue was one of Jane’s least favorite colors.
Jill interrupted Jane’s thought with a quick sharp cough. “I know!” she announced. “Let’s have dinner! I make the best fish casserole.” Jill looked at Jack, who quickly nodded in reply, a giant smile on his face.
With that, the routine started. Jane would wake up in the morning, eat breakfast (a choice of oatmeal, eggs, or leftovers), and get ready for homeschooling. Then, Jane would have school, watch television, and do chores to keep her busy. Afterwards, Jane would have either fish casseroles, spaghetti with meatballs, or steak (extra rare), then go to sleep.
Seldom did Jane ever break the schedule, and never did Jane ever contact Lucy. Sooner and sooner, Jane was finding a new resentment for Jack and Jill.
“I must go! My people needs me, Jane!” cried Jill from upstairs. Even till that night, Jane had never seen more than half of the upstairs.
“Night!” Jane replied. It had been 2 months since Jane had arrived at the Jones’ and Jane now hated them with every fiber of her being. She missed her orphanage, she missed her friends, and she missed regular food.
Jane cursed under her breath and dimmed the lights in her room. She didn’t want to go to sleep, not at all. Jane wanted to be defiant and try to stay up to annoy them. That would piss them off. She was sure of it. Still, Jane was tired and sleepy-eyed, and it was inevitable she needed rest.
Jane sat on her bed and slowly leaned back until her head rested on her pillows. You’re falling asleep, aren’t you, she thought as she shut her eyes. Don’t you dare Jane! Don’t you- Jane was out for the count.
“Jane… Jane?” called a soft voice. “Jane! Oh, there you are! I was starting to think I was getting a little rusty in this whole magic business.” The voice laughed softly, sweet music to her ears.
“Hmm?” Jane called. Where was she? Everything was so bright. Just bright white light and absolute nothingness. Was she dead? No, of course not! Right?
But then Jane saw her and immediately, she knew. That was her, that was her mother. But what was her mother doing in a chariot, and a golden one at that. “Mother?”
The woman’s smile grew from warm to brightly radiant. “Yes! Oh, yes you remember me!” she clapped her hands together as two lion walked up behind her. Everything turned from strange to freaky.
Jane’s jaw dropped as she saw the lions. “Not really,” she said shakily. The largest lion nodded back at her, as if sayinglick my nostril.
“This is going to be difficult,” the young woman muttered under her breath. “How do I put this? Err- I’m Rhea, your mother.”
“Rhea who?” asked Jane. She looked from the lions to her mother. Strangely, Jane was being pretty calm about this. After all, this was a dream. None of it was real! “Rhea, as in the Titan Rhea? Mother of the Gods? Wife of Cronus?” Jane couldn’t help but look slightly panicked.
“Yeah… That. You see- Do you mind if I?-” Rhea looked at Jane with a puzzled expression, curling her dark brown hair with her finger. “Here, just look at this.”
Jane gasped as memories rushed through her. Her father, young and handsome, trying to impress her mother. Her mother, Rhea, exotic and gorgeous, falling for his comical attempts at flirtation. All these memories going through her mind in one big rush. “Ah!” she yelled.
“Oops! Sorry!” the Goddess exclaimed as she took back the memory. “Maybe that was too much…”
Jane nodded vigorously, wincing at her headache.
“Maybe?”
Smiling weakly, Rhea kissed the top of Jane’s head. “When you wake up, I want you to run as fast as you can. Okay?” Rhea asked, handing a soft bundle of fur to Jane.
Jane looked at the bundle in alarm. It stirred quietly and Jane quickly realized what it was. “A Cheetah?” Jane gasped. “A King Cheetah?”
“His name is Galen. He is my gift to you.” Rhea smiled softly. “They’re harpies, Jane. Your foster parents are monsters. I want you to run away as fast as you can from them. Don’t look back… I love you.” With that, Rhea had disappeared and Jane awoke from her dream with a soft gasp.
“Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of water!” cried skipping up the stairs. The stairwell creaked and rattled. But no one was there to hear it. No one except Jane.
“Huh?” she murmured. Jane realized she was still holding the bundle. It wasn’t all a dream? No way! Jane looked down at the small Cheetah cub and her eyes widened. She petted his soft downy coat and admired his strange markings. His spots were larger than a normal cheetah’s and his eyes glowed orange and yellow in the dim light. “Galen,” she murmured.
“They’re harpies, Jane. Your foster parents are monsters. I want you to run away as fast as you can from them. Don’t look back… I love you.” Rhea’s word’s echoed through her head, making her heart be faster and faster by the second.
“Let’s go Galen.”
Slipping on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, Jane gathered an extra pair of clothes and opened up her window. She picked up Galen and slipped through the window. This seemed too easy. The door to Jane’s room creaked open and Jane could hear claws scrapping the hardwood floor. Jane stole a quick glance at her foster parents and realized they were no foster parents at all. They were harpies. They were really harpies.
“Run!” Galen hissed as he slipped out of Jane’s arms. Landing on the ground, he had already turned to a fully grown male cheetah.
“C’mon!”
“I- How did you-“ Jane nodded and started running.
“There she is!” the larges harpy screeched. As the two jumped out of the window, Jane could feel them gaining speed. Maybe it was that they were half bird, but some part of Jane knew she had the advantage.
Jane stumbled behind Galen and Jane felt a claw ripping her dark hoodie. “No!” she cried, whirling around.
The largest harpy froze for a moment, dumfounded by her opponent’s newly found courage. Shaking with fury, she was about to lunge.
“T-turn around, look your friend in the eye, and attack. Have no mercy…” Jane stumbled back and followed Galen to safety. She could hear the screeches coming from both the harpies, and not at them, and each other. It had worked. Jane was safe.
“Jane!” cried a familiar voice in the dark.
“Lucy?”
“Oh, thank the Gods, you’re alright!” Lucy cried, clopping towards Jane. They were standing in the middle of Rosie Ave. and the deserted quietness seemed spooky.
“I told you she would be safe!” Lucy cried behind her.
“I have so much to tell you-“ Jane cut off. “What’s that?” she asked, pointed to Lucy’s hooves.
“She’s a satyr,” Galen growled.
Lucy smiled gravely and pointed at Jane's left wrist, showing a strange scar. “My friend and I are here to take you to Half-Blood Academy. See, you’re a Demi-Titan.”
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