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Adelle Jackson

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Scarlet Oak, MI

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Adelle Ryndana Jackson
Light of May	Adelle is two inches under the average American woman’s height, making her 5’2. Tack on her petite build at 110 lbs. and you can see why she was constantly the butt of several height related jokes, and jokingly mistaken for items such as a javelin, a spear, a harpoon; namely things that were light and could be thrown long distances. Before we get into that, yes, she’s been thrown. The record is 7 feet. Her hair has been the same deep brown since she was born and hazel eyes are said to jazz up her uniquely cute look. She typically wears her hair straight over her heart shaped face, and the most deviant thing she’s tried with it is loose waves. On occasion, Adelle likes to wear bands and hats. Raised a normal American sweetheart, her style shares the same junior miss flair that her hair does. She loves fashionable tops with jeans, and wears off the shoulder and scoop neck garments in a dressy casual style. When it comes to earrings, necklaces, and bangles, accessories are a girl’s best friend. Although she’s small in stature and doesn’t weigh much, she has more than modest physique thanks to her intense love of dance. She can jump several feet into the air with a seemingly gazelle-like affinity, and is light and springy on her feet. Those feet were made for dance, honey. She takes the appearance of an African Pied Wagtail in bird form.
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D.O.B.: 5/16/1986; 23 Blood Type: AB- Race: Caucasian Siren Orientation: Bi-curious Level: N/A Powers: Shape-shifting into a songbird, immortality, vivacious singing voice, supernatural beauty Special Skills/Abilities: Contemporary, Jazz, Ballet, Hip-hop dancer, strong vertical jump Played By: Lucy Hale Player: Nick Time Zone: EST AIM: Aerobatic Blitz Disclaimer: I am not Adelle Jackson or Lucy Hale. Adelle is a fictional character of my own creation for use in an RPG, Light of May.
personality
When the boy next door met the girl next door and actually described her as the “door next girl” to his brother when he went back inside, he met Adelle. She’s as sweet as candy and her smile, the one that pulls her pouty, pink lips taut has been enough to charm any boy she’s ever met. She’s friendly, easy-going, and always helpful. She’s the friend that will ask if you need help setting up for the party and actually arrives hours early to help, the girl that asks for two of your favorite flavors of chip so she can make sure you still enjoy yourself if they didn’t have salt and vinegar. Although, lately, Adelle’s becoming slowly drawn into herself, not that she’d ever let her friends see. Always the optimist on the outside, knowing what she truly is has begun taking its toll on her soul. When frustrated, she becomes quite the brat, and frustrated is a state her friends don’t understand about her. How could the ever-cheerful Adelle have a less than smiling face on?
history
Adelle Ryndana Jackson is the only child of one Barney Jackson and one Ryndana Stinson, the owner of a very popular upscale restaurant in Los Angeles, and a successful writer and graphic designer, respectively. Her mother keeps her maiden name to ensure readers remember the name. She was born into the lap of luxury, albeit far away from Los Angeles, with a silver spoon in her mouth. Any of little Adelle’s wants and needs could have been solved with a simple phone call or trip to the store but her mother came from less than nothing and raised her humbly. Needless to say, her father tried, and still tries to spoil his little girl, but she never took well to it. At a young age, Adelle’s mother enrolled her in dance and she took to it voraciously, consuming years of lessons within months, hungry for more. Her light frame, coupled with an assumed natural grace and beauty landed her the leading role in many productions. Behind her precocious eyes, her father pushed for her to raise music to the forefront of her studies, convinced that she had the same gift of voice her mother was suspected of keeping hidden. Years went by harmlessly until puberty, where along with a woman’s body she began to feel a small dark twinge somewhere in the back of her mind, seeming to nibble on her sanity. However, it wouldn’t be until years later that she would unknowingly unleash what she was capable of. On a busy morning, freshman year of high school, Adelle had asked her father if she could attend public school. Why? She felt that there was more opportunity for her if she experienced more than the ballet, jazz, and contemporary styles that her private school and tutors offered her. Ah, but she could have a trainer in a new style, perhaps ballroom? She denounced it, and turned to a rerun of a famous sitcom as she enjoyed her eggs benedict. As the words, “in West Philadelphia I was born and raised” escaped her lips, her father auspiciously lost his train of thought and agreed to let her attend public school. It wouldn’t be until her junior year that she had another occurrence with her powers. Her first boyfriend, or rather, her first would-be boyfriend wanted to drive her home from school, and she didn’t shirk from the attention. Sam was a tall boy, a good boy, part of the student government association. He had tan skin and a nice smile, and she could smell the Old Spice he had rubbed on his skin after his shower in gym. He was teasing her about dance, looking more at her than the road, commenting on the smell of her hair. It was at the red light, when they were stopped, listening to a pop song on the radio that the expensive BMW surrounded them with that she’d experienced her first murderlust, poignant and intoxicating. Her song had erupted from her, a little bit like Mariah, a hit of Beyonce, and surreally airy like Kelly Clarkson. She hit notes like she was singing symphonic rock, the light green, cars honking behind them to go. Sam was staring deep into her eyes, and her mind was telling him one thing. “I want to rip your heart out.” He’d driven down the back roads without his eyes, swiftly, dodging in and out of after school traffic, and when they were alone, he’d gotten on top of her; the seat cranked all the way back. Her hands were on his throat, nails digging in as he tried earnestly to bend himself to kiss her pink, pink lips. And in the moment before he passed out, his eyes came alive, he pulled back. Adelle had stopped singing. Sam apologized at his position, truly terrified. Her mind knew that he wasn’t aware of her state, he merely though he’d lost control and was on the verge of raping her. Her lips quivered, she spoke, pleading him to let her kill him. He froze, wide-eyed, and raised a hand to his neck. The blood was enough, it revealed the sinful trick. He was running from his own car and she, tangled in the seat belt, couldn’t run after him. On instinct she began to shift, a white and black bird form, beating its wings and breaking the window as she struggled the first time. In seconds, she was in flight and ahead of her prey as she soared overhead. Sam looked behind him, the car was empty. He kept running anyway, the pain in his neck dulled as adrenaline pumped through him. Facing forward he saw her, standing between the trees. He slid in the undergrowth and dead leaves as the forest surrounded them, turning, running in another direction. She was there too. Everywhere he turned, every time he looked back she wasn’t there, she was in front of him. In reality, she was soaring up, above, down, but he was too frightened to see that. She leapt at him, clutching his neck, biting his hand when he attempted to shove her away. The punch landed though, and she was sent backwards onto the ground. With her dancer’s grace she was leaping, spinning, and dodging his frantic attack. Her song started again, and he calmed down, the same languid expression as before overtaking him. She was at his side, pressed up against him as she stopped abruptly. Sam’s last sight was Adelle’s smiling face as she snapped his neck. Adelle flew home, and when the murderlust released her from its grasp, she had no way to console herself, no way to hide what she had done when the blood, the sweat, the feeling of pleasure exuded from every pore. Her mother had been the one to find her, to reveal to her the nature of their race. “Don’t sing the Fresh Prince to Daddy anymore, okay?” Adi had been able to stave off her murderlusts after that, well into college. In her senior year, her friends had convinced her to try out for the FOX television program, So You Think You Can Dance. She made it all the way to the top 20 dancers, and was both a fan and judge favorite for her wonderful technique and the chemistry she had with her astounding partner. Unbeknownst to America, she was singing during the performances, making the chemistry between them happen. During a rehearsal with her partner, she became frustrated that he couldn’t keep up with her and was losing the steps the more they practiced, so she began to sing. When his performance barely improved, her singing was prolonged until finally she wrapped a hand around his neck, lying on top of him. Luckily, they were found by the choreographers and believed to be getting intimate with each other. To an unfortunate end, Adelle’s partner was repulsed by the murder attempt and they were voted off the show shortly after a poor performance with zero chemistry.

Since the Light of May: Adelle found out from the Light of May from her mother, Ryndana, who was in a heated debate about it on a forum she was webmaster of. Ryndana, who never openly sang for Adelle’s father save for one time, wasn’t in any danger of being found out, but she feared for her daughter. Adi decided she was moving out of California, anywhere, as long as she could get away from the limelight that she’d placed upon herself during the show’s season. In her own words, “…the Light of May does nothing for us, mom, and it kinda just places other supernaturals in a point of no return. I don’t want the world to know I need to kill. I don’t want them to know I can’t help it. Frankly, I’d just rather us stay hidden. It’s stupid.” The Light’s occurrence triggered a change in Adelle. She’s overly alert, steadily aware of the darkness at work within her mind. She’s angsty, and she knows that the Light of May is to blame. Special Skills/Abilities: Contemporary, Jazz, Ballet, Hip-hop dancer, strong vertical jump Personal Weaknesses: Weight: Adelle is a light girl, 110 lbs. to be exact. If her prey escapes her trance, if she slips up in song or just forgets to sing it’s easy for her to be overpowered, outran, and especially hard for her to defend herself if the man actually begins to fight her. At times, she’s even had trouble getting multiple bags of groceries upstairs. Height: It’s hard not being able to reach the top shelf, it sucks have to push the car seat all the way to the front, and even worse is getting lost in a crowd. In the busy streets and crowded schools she’s always been in, as well as her chosen profession, small isn’t the way to go. A dancer needs to be long, the lines of the dance visible. Her counterparts are usually a foot to a foot and a half taller than her, and she is often cast aside in productions because she unbalances a uniform look. Obsessive Compulsive: Though this only mildly affects Adi, she needs things to be in order. At a young age, her toys were put away, her papers organized, the remotes for the television aligned from biggest to smallest. Recently, she’s gotten to the point of being minutes late to an audition because hair was out of place, or the pattern on her shirt was actually asymmetrical. She starts to fidget if somebody’s collar isn’t sitting properly. Paranoia: The Light of May has turned paparazzi into blood-thirsty hounds, and her performance on a pop culture show has brought its own questions and attention to her life. As if critique of her style weren’t enough, now she faces the new usual questions, “Are you a were?”, “Did you have visions that you would be here today?” , “Did you curse the other contestants, charm yourself with magic to get where you are today?” At the behest of her tortured mind she decided to move, hence why she ended up in Michigan. Bird form: The African Pied Wagtail isn’t a common American bird, and doesn’t look similar to anything in California, where she used to live. Traveling in her bird form, which used to be relaxing has added to her paranoia, and on one occasion led several people back to her home, where her father, channeling another famous chef rudely kicked everyone off of the property and denied any existence of supernatural within his household. If you see any other wagtails, let Adelle know, they might be able to form a flock. Shutting people out: Since the Light of May and everyone’s twenty questions, Adelle’s cheerful demeanor has been slowly sinking due in part that she can’t sing away her problems anymore. From that first sinful trick with her father, she had gotten used to manipulating the mood of those around her by suppressing any conflicts amongst friends through the males. Making a man admit he’s sorry is sometimes the only thing needed to solve drama amongst the young. With the amount of things said that can make her frustrated increasing, she’s started locking people out when they make her the slightest bit angry. Personal Strengths: Bird form: Adelle is a heavy user of her other form when in pursuit of prey and it helps on a warm summer night to fly and cool off. Immortality: Any siren that gives into their murderlusts enjoys this, and though weary of actually committing the act, she continues to receive the gift. Supernatural beauty: Giving into murderlusts gives another advantage along with being forever young. Adelle has always been a beautiful child, and will continue to be beautiful for eternity. Family: Father: Barney Jackson, Mother: Ryndana Stinson Living Conditions: The sudden move to Scarlet Oak gave her parents little time to react, but they were able to rent Adelle a condo in Cherryblossom Place. It’s furnished lavishly, with things like a Sony Bravia television, and surround sound that makes the floors vibrate. Every little thing she could want has been taken care of by her Gordon Ramsey-like father. She declined the offer of a live-in maid. Career/Job: Professional dancer; currently out of work because she left Novara so suddenly.
credit to splott at rp_tutorials

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