Jazz Morgan

[jazz]

Finished? yes


O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Kati
Gender: Female
Experience: 4 years, off and on. been on hiatus for about 6 months, though, so I'm a bit out of practice
Location: Arizona >.< (Mountain Standard Time, GMT-7)

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Jasmine "Jazz" Morgan
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Ocotober 29
Tainted? Yes
Ability: Pyrokinesis. Jazz has had this ability for less than a year, and so can't control it yet, at all. She has never created fire intentionally. It only ever happens when she doesn't want it. Jazz's ability is, as of now, directly linked to her emotions, making itself known any time she feels extreme emotions, which, unfortunately, is often. Jazz absolutely hates it and wishes she could either be untainted, or be able to control it. She hates being in this in between state, unable to really do anything but burn up stuff by accident.
Beliefs: Jazz doesn't really know what to believe, and frankly, she doesn't care. Everyone can just do whatever they want, but leave her out of it. So you're tainted. Great. Go throw a party. Untainted? Big deal. You're normal. Be thankful you don't have to go through life as a freak. Jazz is open to other people's opinions, and her beliefs will most likely change in time, once she adjusts and learns to control her ability.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes: Jazz's eyes are a somewhat dark grey, like a stone wall, or the beginnings of a storm. They are typically cold and emotionless, years of practice having taught her to hide her feelings, never show anything. But sometimes, when she's angry, you can almost see the fire burning in her eyes. Almost. That's when things start to get hot. Literally. Jazz loves her eyes, and thinks they are her best feature. Because of this, she often wears thick, dark eyeliner to make them stand out more.
Hair: Jazz's hair is about shoulder lenght, layered, and dark brown so that it looks almost black, depending on the lighting. This is not her natural color. Her hair is ordinarily a dingy brownish, kind of dirt colored. She hates it, and therefore dyes it. Her hair also typically features multicolored streaks, currently purple and red. Jazz almost always leaves her hair down, and rarely does anything with it. She will occasionally pull it back into a pony tail, if she is doing something where it will get in her way, but she usually doesn't bother with it.
Height: Jazz stands at a short 5'3" and she wouldn't have it any other way. Sure, it's annoying when people put things on the highest shelves, but for the most part, she doesn't have a problem with looking up at people. And she's certainly not the shortest person around.
Weight: Jazz's weight averages around 108-110. She is content with this weight, and doesn't really worry about it.
Distinguishing Features: Other than her eyes, and hair color, the only really distinguishing thing about Jazz is her clothing choices. Other than that, Jazz is a pretty average looking person.
Other: Jazz typically wears dark colors, mainly black, though browns, greys, and reds are also favored over other colors. Jazz is almost always seen wearing her favorite black hoodie, even when it's not cold outside. She never wears anything but Converse, and prefers hi tops. Jazz also has quite a collection of watches, 11 to be exact, which she likes to wear all at the same time. Why? Who knows.



p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
x.Music
x.Her iPod
x.Running
x.Food
x.Watches
x.Eyeliner
x.Black
x.Being alone
x.Reading
x.Writing
x.Starbucks
x.Her black hoodie
x.Sarcasm
Dislikes:
x.Accidentally setting things on fire
x.Stupid people
x.People asking stupid questions
x.Being asked what time it is (especially when the person doesn't actually want to know)
x.Most vegetables
x.Getting up early
x.Traitors
x.Fish (eating them, or having them as pets, or anything to do with them, really. they are just slimy and disgusting.)
The Good Points:
x.Intelligent
x.Good runner
x.Good writer
x.To friends, loyal and trustworthy
x.If you're ever freezing to death, she's good to have around
The Bad Points:
x.Not able to control her ability at all
x.Prone to lying
x.Doesn't trust easily
x.Gets angry easily
x.Doesn't make friends easily
Habits:
x.Swearing
x.Almost always has her iPod
x.Likes being on the left of things
Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
-Jazz has a specific order to put on/wear her watches in. The order is law. She can't stand anything being out of place, in regards to her wristwear.
-As mentioned above, Jazz likes being on the left of things. She puts important things to the left of unimportant things. When confronted with a fork in the road, she will always choose the left. Left is just better. But she is right handed.
-Also mentioned above, Jazz almost always has her iPod. It is her most prized possession. Music is life, and without it, she would be lost.


o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: New York, New York, USA
Family:
x.Jason Morgan - Father - Mutual Hate
x.Danielle Morgan - Mother - Eh...
x.Ryan Morgan - Brother - Older[21] - Very close
x.Sydney Morgan - Sister - Younger[16] - Kind of close
History:
Jazz was the middle child. She has a brother who is 3 years older, and a sister 2 years younger. She is extremely close to her brother, and sort of close to her sister, though not as much. She and her brother are both tainted. The rest of her immediate family is not (though her sister is too young to tell for sure).

Jazz had a relatively normal childhood. She had a somewhat happy family, with two parents and two siblings, and no divorce, no death, just your average family, living in New York City. But her mother had a secret. Danielle Morgan's grandfather (Jazz's great-grandfather) was... different. Tainted. The rest of the family was scared of it, not knowing what to think. They stayed away from him. Danielle was fascinated by it. She always fancied herself developing some special ability, ever since she found out that it was possible. But she never did. After seeing everyone's reaction to her grandfather, however, she watched her own kids carefully, not wanting them to have to go through what he had. Losing his friends and family, being an outcast, shunned and feared. That would be a terrible life for them. When Ryan began to show signs of being... out of the ordinary... she got scared. And for good reason. As soon as her husband found out that his son was a "freak" (his own words), he sent Ryan away, to live with his aunt in England. Jazz was devastated. Her brother and best friend was gone. And she didn't understand why. He was seventeen at the time, making her only fourteen.

Things got even more complicated when Jazz turned seventeen. Three years after losing the person she was closest to in the world, Jazz had changed quite a bit. She was much less happy and much more of a loner. She was seeing a psychiatrist, at the request (more like demand) of her parents, being treated for depression, and prone to random bursts of anger, in which things would sometimes spontaneously combust. Jazz's mother quickly realized this was more than just a case of ridiculously bad timing on Jazz's part, and tried to keep it quiet, to prevent her husband reacting similarly to how he had with Ryan. Unfortunately, her attempts were in vain. And once Jason Morgan discovered his daughter was "one of them" she was gone. He sent her away as well. But not to England. Her mother persuaded him to send her to France, where she had heard there was a whole bunch of other people like her. So off to France went young, confused Jazz, who knew only that things around her liked to burn, and her father suddenly hated her. And she hated being like this.

All Jazz ever wanted was just to be normal. To live with her family (her whole family, brother included) and her friends, in the place she knew, not go off to some random country to be with people she didn't know who probably wouldn't like her. And so ends the story of how Jazz came to be in Sanglignee, hating life, hating her parents, and hating her power. Fire isn't all it's cracked up to be.

Jazz has tried and tried to control the fire. To stop setting things on fire by accident. She will spend hours at a time trying to burn something, anything, on purpose. But as of yet, she hasn't been able to do it. She is also dedicated to finding her brother again. She misses him a lot. Who knows, maybe some day he too will end up in Sanglignee.

m i s c

RP Sample:

From another site. Not my best work, but I'm too tired to write something new right now. I'll fix it later, if you need me to.

Chess turned the music up louder. It was her escape. The music kept her alive. Well, that and Cyanide. She would be lost without her horse. But that goes without saying. Chess stuck her iPod in the pocket of her hoodie and kept walking, staring straight ahead, thinking of only one thing. Get to the barn. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Just get to the barn. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, jut listening to the music and the way her footsteps mixed with the beat, until she realized that if she didn't look where she was going she was going to hit something. She opened her eyes again, but there was nothing around to walk into, really. Still, better safe than sorry. No need to look like an idiot. There would be plenty of time for that later. But not now. She kept walking.

Chess was so zoned out, she barely noticed when the sound of her footsteps changed, getting louder and more echoey on the barn floor. She barely noticed walking past the stalls of all the horses until she was at Cyanide's. She opened the stall door and walked inside. She slid he arms around her grey mare's neck and Cyanide snorted impatiently, knowing that if Chess was there, she was going out. Chess sighed and backed away from her horse. What? I can't even say hello? We're going soon enough. But apparently "soon enough" wasn't soon enough. She rolled her eyes at the thoroughbred. Cyanide was forever impatient.

Chess put Cyanide's halter on her and led her out to the crossties to tack up. The horse waited as patiently as she could manage, but by the time Chess was done, she was long since done cooperating. The second Chess unclipped the crossties Cyanide was walking. Hey, you can't go anywhere without me. I kind of have the reins, here. she pointed out. Cyanide just tossed her head and half dragged Chess outside.

Chess mounted and jogged her horse in the direction of the cross country course. They needed a challenge today. The cross country course here was supposed to be really difficult. Honestly, Chess doubted it was anything they couldn't handle. Although Cyanide could be a handful and it was sometimes easier to keep her focused in an arena, cross country was by far their favorite.

As they reached the course, Chess surveyed the first jump. Nothing terribly difficult. She pushed Cyanide into a canter and the horse responded eagerly. She jumped easily, nearly perfect and continued toward the next jump, fighting to go faster. Chill. It's not going anywhere. She kept Cyanide to a canter. Getting killed was not high on her list of things to do today.

Chess closed her eyes again for a moment, enjoying the feeling of riding, Cyanide's hoofbeats steady and even against the ground. She opened her eyes again in time to set up for the next jump. That was the best part. The jumping. Like flying, but not. Like freedom.

Character Model: Sar Benett

[anna]

Hey Kati! And welcome to TC! Everthing is perfectt, you only have completely little nitpicky thing to change.

- Can you add a timezone please?

Wow... that's difficult to do -_-. Just repost here when its changed and you'll be accepted!

[jazz]

Ok, fixed.

[anna]

Sorry to butt in again, but seeing as you havedn't done as what I required you to do, you will remain unsorted until you change the little following I forgot to oversee.

[jazz]

Fixed again.

[brandon]

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