Post by auddie on Jul 25, 2011 0:52:05 GMT -5
jett olivia williams
Name:: Jett Olivia Williams
Nickname:: Jetta, Jet Black, Jetsie
Age:: 17
Gender:: Female
Species:: Demi-God, yeah!
Olympian Parent:: Odyne
Years at Camp:: Seven
Claimed:: Yuppers.
Celebrity Claim: Hayley Williams
Looks:: Appearance is not the biggest priority with Jett. She doesn’t like the feel of make-up, hates skirts and dresses, and doesn’t keep her hair in long, lovely blonde curls, though she could have at one point.
Jett has never been gorgeous. Cute, pretty, adorable, and sexy have all been words to describe her. Gorgeous or beautiful are not the first words that come to mind when one meets Jett. She looks a bit boyish, with her easy smile and teenager-y features. She likes weirdly colored eye-shadow, lip gloss, and nail polish, and that’s just about the most amount of make-up she wears. She has a long nose and full lips, along with dimples and freckles, which gives her either an innocent or a joyful expression. It’s rare that she looks truly unhappy or angry.
Probably Jett’s most noticeable feature is her hair. She prefers to keep it shoulder-length to avoid it getting in her way. Sometimes it grows out when she doesn’t have time to cut it, but it never reaches past her shoulder-blades. It almost always falls dead straight, though rarely it reaches a description of ‘wavy-ish’. It was originally a pale blond, which she brings back sometimes, but since she ran way from home she has frequently dyed it since she was twelve. The color varies, though usually it’s either bright red, solid orange, a combination of all three, or hot pink.
Jett’s eyes are nice, but entirely normal and completely common. Almond shaped, with long but light colored lashes. Mascara can make those lashes stand out pretty easily, but she hates the way it feels and applying it, so usually goes without. The irises are pretty, though not stunning or simply amazing. They are hazel, though more green than brown and seem to glitter a little in sunlight.
Personality:: First of all, Jett loves the word laugh. Either to do it herself, or to make others. Mostly everyone thinks she is hilarious. She teases people a lot, just to bring a little laughter to herself. Nobody teases her, though, mostly because they are frightened of her just by her mother. True, Jett can be sadistic (in fact, with her enemies, she always is) but she doesn’t just walk up to people and start stabbing them in the groin just for the fun of it. She has to learn to hate them, and then you might want to watch for the glint of hazel eyes by your bed at night.
Though Jett grew up in Georgia, she is in no way that ‘sweet little country girl’. She likes to wear punky and crazy clothes and could never be described as ‘sweet’, no matter how hard she tries. Girls seem a little too proper, too boring, to gossipy for her. Boys, to her, seem like much better comrades. She has always hung around them rather than girls, though nasty boys she would rather smack. Jett can get quite affectionate towards her closest friends, even if they’re cold and indifferent to most. Usually they are as close to her as she is to them, which could be viewed as strange, because of her violent nature.
Family::
Mother- Odyne, goddess of pain and suffering.
Father- Jackson Williams
Aunt- Amelia Williams
History::
Odyne hated this life.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t end it. The pain she felt was almost comforting to her- all of her scars had been given to her by her own self. She wandered around the earth, watching the little humans wilt to the ground and kill themselves, unable to withstand the pain in her gaze.
All except Jackson. Jackson was a man who truly understood pain. He’d been shot in the leg, stabbed in the chest, beaten by his father, beaten even more by bullies, and almost always had broken bones. When Odyne met him alone on the streets of New York, she had tossed him a gun and then let illusioned fire rip through his body.
But the gun was left fully loaded on the ground. His knees wobbled and gave out, but he didn’t scream. Not a peep. Curious, Odyne intensified the pain. This time, a small whimper escaped his mouth, before he bit his lip and clawed frantically at the ground.
After about two minutes, the goddess shot him in the chest.
She healed him quickly after, though he was still unconscious. Odyne wasn’t about to kill him. She wanted to play around with him.
The moment Jackson awoke, Odyne had him back on the floor, all the while staring at him and keeping the torture with him for hours on end. Sometimes she let him have a slight break with a dull throb, other times she simply brought him shaking and groaning on the hardwood. What truly captivated the immortal was how he never tried to escape after a single futile attempt- he hadn’t gotten far and the punishment was quite severe.
Jackson was also charming when she wasn’t slowly torturing him. He kept up a good conversation with her, too. Odyne grew quite fond of him, though he had discovered a love/hate relationship with her. It had been almost a year of her keeping him hostage that she at last pulled him into a physical relationship.
Just a day after their short little romance, Odyne was gone.
Jackson was at first a bit lost. He missed the young woman, despite her constant ‘experimenting’ with him. He returned to his family in Savannah, who demanded answers that he would not reveal. A rumor started that he had been traumatized by his kidnapping. For a while, he ambled aimlessly across town, not even looking at people as they walked by.
That was before a child was delivered to his doorstep, bruised, scratched, and without a blanket or warm clothes in the dead of winter. The tiny infant was almost dead with cold when Jackson got his hands on her. He quickly brought her inside and warmed her up, and slowly she recovered. He nicknamed her Jett, which eventually became the name she introduced herself as.
When Jett was still a couple months old, Odyne dropped in for a visit. Before that, Jackson had developed a hatred for the goddess, and immediately hid little Jett behind him. Odyne laughed bitterly. “You don’t have to hide her from me, Jackson! She’s our daughter!”
“Daughter?” He echoed, completely astonished.
“What, you didn’t see the resemblance?” Odyne patted her hair and smiled at the baby, who screamed in response. “Hmph. I don’t think she likes me. Anyway, I can’t take care of her. You’ll have to raise her. I really do apologize for dumping her on you, but where else would I put her?”
And with that, the goddess was gone.
Jackson began to hate Jett for her mother. He often left her alone for long periods of time, just waiting for the child to die. He started beating her when she was three years old, trying to speed up the process. In no way did Jett look like a healthy child. She was emaciated and whiny, not at all a pretty little baby, with a thin, bony face and figure instead of the usual plump one. It was amazing that Jett survived the time she did.
Jackson made the mistake of leaving the now six-year-old, who had recently almost got her father caught at school, at his sister Amelia’s house. Jett told the nineteen year old about his hitting her, and her aunt promptly informed the police. Jett was taken from Jackson’s home and was given to Amelia to take care of. For a while life with Amelia was great. Her aunt fed her, helped her get dressed, always kissed and hugged her, and seemed to truly love her, unlike her father.
The one problem with Amelia?
She never asked what was going on with Jett’s life.
Jett was...always protected, you could say. Monsters passed her by probably on a daily basis, but she was usually caught up in something else, either chatting with other children or torturing small animals and insects. They didn't usually make any move to attack her, since she was almost always surrounded by mortals. It was rare that she was truly suspicious of them. Once, however, while shopping with Amelia, Jett noticed a rather large and muscular but very pale man wearing a trench coat staring at her. The girl had informed her aunt and the young woman had rushed out, Jett in tow and still peeking curiously at the strange man.
Her father snatched her up while Jett was walking the short distance home to school. The little girl fought and screamed, but nobody heard. He again beat her and abused her, until Jett ran away when she was nine. She spent a year on the run, hanging around gangs and groups of school-kids on a field trip for protection.
Then at last she saw her chance to get out.
She befriended a nice woman named Beatrice at the airport, who was somehow able to smuggle the small Jett into a rather large cloth cat carrier and get her on a plane to New York. Jett managed to make cat noises whenever someone picked up her crate or bumped it. Little did she know Beatrice was a demigod who helped others of her kind into Camp Half-Blood. She did the same for Jett, and she has always been thankful of the woman.
When Jett was fifteen, the Battle of Manhattan managed to sneak its way up to Jett. She had quite a grand time fighting, killing more opposing demigods than monsters. Jett loved the way their eyes widened and glassed over, and how a stream of blood trickled from their wound before they collapsed onto the ground as she impaled them with whatever weapon she could find. Unfortunately, Beatrice was killed in the beginning of the war. Jett grieved for her for quite a while, mournful that the woman who had saved her from a terrible life was now dead. Once Percy Jackson recognized the children of the minor gods, Jett became a bit more hopeful that she would be claimed.
At sixteen, Jett finally had her moment. A fight with an Apollo child had got Jett truly angry, and at last Jett’s fury burst. The camper fell to the ground, screaming and flopping about like a dead fish. Jett’s eyes were locked on him, a small smirk on her face. As soon as her gaze left him, the son of Apollo relaxed. It was declared that Jett’s mother was Odyne, the goddess of pain.
Jett’s lived sort of in the shadows lately, since most people are simply terrified of her. She’s mellowed out a little, became friendlier, a more desirable comrade. Since then she’s hung around the children of deity’s associated with death, but they’re just a little emo-ish to her. Jett likes to be a bit more sadistic.
Name/Nickname:: LEAH!
Roleplaying Experience:: Hmm…2-3 years.
Sample RP:: Bah, this is a little old…but oh well.
“Oh my goodness, Kitty! Her dress was soooo pretty! She looked like a Barbie doll!” Charlie chattered endlessly about the Royal Wedding, which the kid had dragged Kat to her cabin early in the morning to watch. Kat was not particularly excited about it, and had leaned back, half-asleep, as Charlie lay on her stomach, chin cupped in her hands, topaz eyes huge and reflecting the T.V.
“I want my wedding to be just like that!” The tiny girl craned her neck to see Kat, who was almost three feet taller than her, “With all the fancy dresses and lace and the men with the gold things on their shoulder!”
“That’s cool Charlie…” Kat muttered,putting her hands in her shorts pockets.
“You know, Kat, I still have those lemonade suckers you gave me for Easter. They were really yummy!”
Now Kat regretted it. Real smart, giving a little kid sugar. Especially an ADHD one. It was the Charlie Channel; all chatter, all the time.
Charlie had grown quite attached to Kat since the dance, which had not ended on a good note, unfortunately. Clinging to her hand wherever she went, contentedly babbling all the way.
There was a long moment of cherished silence as the two girls strolled leisurely towards the strawberry fields, a place Charlie loved.
In between two rows of plants, Charlie stopped walking abruptly. “Kitty, can we stop here?”
“Sure, Char.”
The little daughter of Apollo sat down on her butt pretty hard, and patted next to her. Kat knelt down next to her, sitting on her knees.
“Can you read?” Charlie asked suddenly, gazing innocently up at her friend. The older girl nodded slowly.
Now she seemed quiet. “Could you…read to me?” The kid lifted up one of those cheesy kid books like the ones you get at Chick-Fil-E, this one about Alice in Wonderland.
“I see you reading that Robert Frost book all the time.”
“My mommy used to read it to me a lot. I memorized it.”
“Oh…” Kat picked up the book and flipped it open. “Uh…Once upon a time there was a little girl by the name of Alice. Alice and her sister liked to sit on the riverbank…”
Kat read quickly, since the book was mostly full of easy words. She changed her voice for the dialogue, from a cute little British accent for Alice to a squeaky soprano for the White Rabbit, nudging Charlie slightly as she read.
Charlie giggled as Kat voiced the characters comically, until she pointed at one of the pictures. “Alice is so tacky. I mean, a pink dress with a blue-accented apron and yellow and orange striped socks? Did people use to dress like that?”
“They did. I don’t know why- I thought people back then would at least have fashion sense.” Kat rolled her eyes and winked at a beaming child sitting beside her. Charlie grinned back.
“I can’t read very good regular words and stuff, but I can read Braille. The blind girls at my school taught me.”
Kat thought for a minute.
“Hey Charlie?”
“Uh huh?”
“Could you teach me sign language?”
Charlie smiled. “Of coarse!” She held up two fingers and put her thumb in the middle. “That’s a K.”
Kat copied her hand.
“And this is an A…” Charlie showed her a little fist, with her thumb sticking up.
“And a T!” The kid kept up her fist and folded one finger over her thumb.
“But the alphabet is longer…”
“I know.”
Slowly Charlie held up the sign and said the letter, while Kat copied.
It was nearly an hour later before Kat had memorized it.
“Kitty, there are signs for words too, but I’ll show you those later.” Charlie looked seriously up at her.
“Okay.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I have lemonade lollipops in my pocket, do you want one?”
“I want my wedding to be just like that!” The tiny girl craned her neck to see Kat, who was almost three feet taller than her, “With all the fancy dresses and lace and the men with the gold things on their shoulder!”
“That’s cool Charlie…” Kat muttered,putting her hands in her shorts pockets.
“You know, Kat, I still have those lemonade suckers you gave me for Easter. They were really yummy!”
Now Kat regretted it. Real smart, giving a little kid sugar. Especially an ADHD one. It was the Charlie Channel; all chatter, all the time.
Charlie had grown quite attached to Kat since the dance, which had not ended on a good note, unfortunately. Clinging to her hand wherever she went, contentedly babbling all the way.
There was a long moment of cherished silence as the two girls strolled leisurely towards the strawberry fields, a place Charlie loved.
In between two rows of plants, Charlie stopped walking abruptly. “Kitty, can we stop here?”
“Sure, Char.”
The little daughter of Apollo sat down on her butt pretty hard, and patted next to her. Kat knelt down next to her, sitting on her knees.
“Can you read?” Charlie asked suddenly, gazing innocently up at her friend. The older girl nodded slowly.
Now she seemed quiet. “Could you…read to me?” The kid lifted up one of those cheesy kid books like the ones you get at Chick-Fil-E, this one about Alice in Wonderland.
“I see you reading that Robert Frost book all the time.”
“My mommy used to read it to me a lot. I memorized it.”
“Oh…” Kat picked up the book and flipped it open. “Uh…Once upon a time there was a little girl by the name of Alice. Alice and her sister liked to sit on the riverbank…”
Kat read quickly, since the book was mostly full of easy words. She changed her voice for the dialogue, from a cute little British accent for Alice to a squeaky soprano for the White Rabbit, nudging Charlie slightly as she read.
Charlie giggled as Kat voiced the characters comically, until she pointed at one of the pictures. “Alice is so tacky. I mean, a pink dress with a blue-accented apron and yellow and orange striped socks? Did people use to dress like that?”
“They did. I don’t know why- I thought people back then would at least have fashion sense.” Kat rolled her eyes and winked at a beaming child sitting beside her. Charlie grinned back.
“I can’t read very good regular words and stuff, but I can read Braille. The blind girls at my school taught me.”
Kat thought for a minute.
“Hey Charlie?”
“Uh huh?”
“Could you teach me sign language?”
Charlie smiled. “Of coarse!” She held up two fingers and put her thumb in the middle. “That’s a K.”
Kat copied her hand.
“And this is an A…” Charlie showed her a little fist, with her thumb sticking up.
“And a T!” The kid kept up her fist and folded one finger over her thumb.
“But the alphabet is longer…”
“I know.”
Slowly Charlie held up the sign and said the letter, while Kat copied.
It was nearly an hour later before Kat had memorized it.
“Kitty, there are signs for words too, but I’ll show you those later.” Charlie looked seriously up at her.
“Okay.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I have lemonade lollipops in my pocket, do you want one?”
D’AWWH. HYPER LITTLE KIDS.
