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Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse
Name: Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse

Age: looks to be around 16. Really she is about 151 years old.

Grade: 10th

Appearance: Because of Jazzy’s origin, she can take on many different appearances. But, she really looks like a girl around the age of 16 with medium length red hair and bright blue eyes. When she takes on other forms, she can only be a girl or boy around her own age. Jazzy likes to wear sophisticated clothes of the ages, because she was once a wealthy daughter of a general’s wife. That would be high boots, long dresses, proper hats, cloaks/capes, and expensive jewelry. She is small and petite with little need for food or water because she is no longer human. But, Jazzy does need sunlight to ‘charge’ up. Think of it like, photosynthesis. She stands at about 5’4” and weighs in at only 120lbs.

Jasmine
Mary
X

Personality: Jazzy is a happy person who likes to keep to herself. She’s quiet, calm, cool, and collected. Though quiet, Jazzy is a people person and loves to have company. She’ll entertain you with her stories with lots of energy and animation. Jazzy uses her hands when she talks if she gets excited or worked up enough. Jazzy always puts others before herself in high hopes that she can be freed and die. She is clever, a bit mysterious, and patient (though it runs thin, now).
Jazzy enjoys books and can often be found reading. She also has an extensive doll collection. She collects dolls because they are forever. Dolls cannot die and Jazzy’s dolls stay with her, unlike real humans around her. Jazzy has some separation issues. Once she meets someone she likes, she tends to stay with them, around them, by them, and dependent on them for solace. And then they eventually die. And then Jazzy is left alone again. She has recently made the decision to renew the search for her sister who will help her end the blessing/curse bestowed upon her. Jazzy is tired of being alive.
What angers Jazzy are people who don’t care about others, are haughty, duplicitous, and their ignorance. She doesn’t like to argue and has adopted a ‘world love’ approach to life. Love and peace are her philosophies.

Special Power: Although Jazzy is a genie with extensive powers, she can never willingly harm another. Because of this, Jazzy is very weak physically but mentally she is hard as nails. Mental attacks do not work on Jazzy at all. Contrary to popular belief, genies cannot just make items appear out of thin air. Though spells are instantaneous, it’s a win-lose situation. Should someone wish for a car, they would get it. But, somewhere else in the world, someone would be missing their car. Jazzy cannot make someone love another or give them supreme power. But she can aid them in the art of love and show them the way to supreme power. Jazzy chooses not to let her presence in this world be so well known so not many people know of her. But, should she fall into the right hands, she would prove to be either a great ally or your worst enemy.
Her magic is not unlimited. Jazzy chooses to give up her own energy most of the time to cast spells. She substitutes her own daily energy instead of taking away from others. So, say a person still wanted that car. Jazzy would give up her energy to make a car. So it would initially come out of thin air. But, Jazzy would be unable to do any other major spells until after she regained some energy (sitting out in the sun). Though Jazzy has a lot of energy because of how long she’s been alive, she still needs to rest. When she gets tired, Jazzy much recharge for a minimum of six hours to be able to cast a minor spell again.
To be able to create an object using energy, Jazzy needs to know the entire object inside out. For instance, the car again, Jazzy would need to know what type of car, with what engine, etc, etc. Because Jazzy must have an extensive knowledge of many things, she is always reading. But this is also the reason why she cannot interfere with love. She doesn’t understand it at all. Love cannot be made, and is an emotion. Raw power isn’t tangible and is natural. So don’t wish for it.
Jazzy is limited to 3 major spells and 6 minor spells a day. Well, if she is fully charged, she is. Major spells would be making cars, healing major wounds, teleporting, encouraging things to grow, etc. Minor spells would be catching something on fire, summoning water, moving things (which she doesn’t do very well), etc.

History: Jazzy was born as Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse, the second daughter of General George Seedhouse and Jane Elizabeth Seedhouse. She was born a few weeks before the Anglo-Persian war in Great Britain. Their first daughter was three-year-old Mary Elizabeth Seedhouse. Jazzy was born right before her father left. He barely had a chance to hold her. The Anglo-Persian war started on October 25th, 1856 with plans for the British army incorporate the city of Herat into Afghanistan. Persian forces left the city and then returned to reoccupy it. In response, Great Britain declared war on November 1st. on the 10th, the city of Bushire was bombarded. Almost immediately after, the Army advanced on Brazjun.

On February 7th, 1857 during withdrawal, the British force was attacked. They managed to inflict heavy damage on the Persian army but George was killed. Jane was left widowed and with two children. She moved in with her wealthy Uncle Thomas, working for him as a seamstress and cook. She was paid and received free housing for her, Mary, and Jazzy because she was his kin.

Jazzy grew up without knowing her real father. But, she was close to Mary, her mother, and her generous uncle. The two girls had lavish parties, expensive gifts, and the best teaching their Uncle would permit. They were taught to read and write and that was all. Whenever Jazzy had free time, she would go into the library and read whatever she picked up. Her mother thought it harmless and her uncle thought it cute. Mary, on the other hand, loved to knit, sew, and paint. She was an exceptional artist and often did works for her Uncle to sell when she got older. The two girls also collected dolls and had a wide variety of them. Their uncle traveled often and always returned with a doll or some type of fine material for them. It was the Persian dolls Thomas brought back from Iran that would turn Jazzy and Mary into what they are today.

The dolls were handcrafted. They stood at about 32”, weighed in at about 2lbs, and looked real. Well, that’s because they were real. The dolls were from the west side of Iran and were “Lori” dolls. Twins they were with matching head dresses, and beautiful full skirts. Mary and Jazzy loved them. Not only were the dolls pretty, but they talked as well. And they talked only to the two sisters, winning their favor and coaxing them into a malevolent friendship. The girls were completely unaware of course and were far too innocent to even know the nature of the beings, the djinn.

Djinn are like genies. Both are spirits of free will made of a smokeless fire created by God. Djinn are the pure race while genies are those who were made djinn by other djinn i.e. wishing to be djinn. Djinn have communities much like humans do. They eat, sleep, drink, get married, have rules, etc, etc. They are not as bound by energy as genies are and live a lot longer. Both species can die. The procedure is long, complicated, and ancient so not many know about it. But, if someone were to look hard enough, they would surely find texts explaining how to kill a djinn/genie. Most die from old age. For djinn, it is at least 10,000 years old. Genie’s typically die in half the time though they have been known to live longer. Djinn are not magically bound to objects unless a spell is placed on them. Genies are naturally bound to an object, another weakness they have that pure djinn don’t. While djinn can choose whether or not to grant wishes, genies have to.

Both species possess the ability to be good or bad. The djinn Jazzy and Mary came upon were evil, which was why they were bound to dolls in the first place. The dolls Jazzy and Mary had were the bound homes of the djinn. They could only be controlled since they were stuck in the dolls. The only way they could be released was if someone voluntarily switched places with them. And, in order to switch places, the volunteers would have to be genie or djinn. With enough coaxing and goading, the two djinn managed to convince 16-year-old Mary that she wanted to live forever. Mary was obsesses with being beautiful and young and wanted to stay like so forever. The djinn had no problem getting her to bind herself to the doll. Mary wished to be a genie and was immediately bound to her doll. Jazzy discovered what happened when she was in search of her sister and found a doll that looked exactly like her. The other djinn was gone but Jazzy’s doll still remained. Mary stood in her room crying, realizing the error of her ways.

13-year-old Jazzy knew she couldn’t go to her mother or uncle with this problem and took matters into her own hands. After placing a kiss on the cheeks of her Uncle and Mother, Jazzy ran away from home with her sister, the other doll, and some money. She bought a ticket to America and rode the boat there in coach class. Jazzy got off the boat in New York and had a harsh first week. She didn’t know much outside her pampered life and often got into trouble, only getting out of it with the help of her sister turned genie. She managed to live on her own for three years, all the while searching for a solution to her problem. The other djinn was kept locked away in the closet while Mary’s doll went with Jazzy everywhere. It wasn’t until Mary’s doll was stolen that Jazzy took out her old ‘friend’. With hopes of finding her sister, Jazzy wished for the doll back. The djinn was unable to do it because Mary was, at the time, in the hands of a master who was controlling her. Mary would be bound to that master until he died or he passed the doll along to someone else.

Jazzy searched everywhere for her sister but never did find her. Unsure of what else to do, Jazzy wished to be genie as well, knowing full on that she had a better chance of finding her sister without the help of a spiteful spirit. The djinn was released and Jazzy became a genie, bound to her own doll. She never did leave New York, hoping that one day her sister would be freed and return searching for her.

In the past year, Jazzy has grown tired of waiting for her sister and has renewed the search for her. She left New York and traveled the whole of America, looking for clues and following hints and stories. It hasn’t been easy and never will be. There was rumor of a school for gifted students, gifted being on the more supernatural side than anything else. Jazzy heads there, hoping that her sister took refuge in the school. She plans to stay at the school, regardless of she finds her sister. If Jasmine is lucky enough, the teachers will be able to help Jasmine strengthen her powers so she can find Mary easily.


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Kiara was singing softly to herself. The lyrics she sang, not really lyrics. They were actually words to a poem Kiara had heard somewhere during her journey. Journies, rather. The town of Winter's End was quiet that night. Sure, there were a couple of people walking the streets here and there. But nothing out of the ordinary. This night, this Friday night, marked a week that Kiara had been in Winter's End, saving the townspeople from certain death. Why, it was just the other night that Kiara took out a demon hellbent on killing her. Why, Kiara didn't know, but she was used to it now. She had merely put her hair up in a ponytail and readied herself for the attack.

The battle was a brief one, Kiara ended up tearing her all black knitted dress. Kiara loved her dress and immediately set out to find a new one but so far her search had turned up nothing. She was comteplating just ripping off the rest of the sleeves and making the dress sleeveless but was unsure. The hole in the upperarm part of the sleeve wasn't that bad...

The young snowy haired, blue-eyed beauty sighed and rolled down the turtleneck of her dress, unsure of what to do. Kiara kept walking, her black boot clad feet taking her where they wanted to go. But where did they want to go? Kiara had been walking for what seemed like hours and was starting to get hungry. Tonight was a quiet one, she could relax.

Or so she thought. Across the street walked a young girl. She walked calmly down the street of the city, not bothered at all that it was nighttime nor that it was particularly dangerous for a girl of her age. She was a pretty one with short dark red hair, milky white skin, and a cute face. Something like the sound of whispers mixed with light scratching could be heard in the air around Maaz as she walked down the street. It was an unnerving sound, something one would hear out of a horror movie right before someone was about to die.

Kiara didn't know what the sound was but she did care about the young girl walking by herself down the street. It was then she noticed the men following her. They had been following her for the longest now, waiting for a chance to capture her and bring her to their hideout. They would enjoy themselves tonight. The noise was coming from the bats the men dragged behind them as they followed her. It seemed like the girl didn't know they were there. Why not? The entire situation aroused a feeling of curiosity and a need to protect the girl in Kiara.

"What do they want with her?" Kiara thought, stopping dead in her tracks. She remembered the last time she had been followed. The last time she had been followed, she had been fed by a kind old man and his granddaughter. She doubted these men wanted to feed the girl. The men reached her, four of them in total, wearing all black and a lot bigger than her 5'6" stature.

"Hey there pretty lady, where ya goin?" the leader of them asked.

"Maaz doesn't know where she is going" the girl replied, turning to the one that spoke.

"Hm? Who's Maaz?" he asked, confused.

"Maaz is me." the girl replied. The leader laughed aloud, making the three others laugh with him though they didn't know quite why.

"So, you talk in third person then, huh? That's cute. You're cute...do you know that, Maaz?" he said, leaning down and bringing his face close to hers.

"What does cute mean?" the girl asked.

"Aw man, did we pick up a retard?"

"It doesn't matter, she's still got some nice legs. And....a tight ass." with that comment, one of the subordinates grabbed the girl's butt and gave it a squeeze.

"Stop." the girl said calmly. Again the four men laughed. The one grabbing her butt snaked his other arm around to grip her breasts. The few people walking down the street crossed to the opposite side, not wishing to get involved. No one wanted to get involved with that gang. They were know for killing capriciously. Kiara was getting angry. She, unlike the others, crossed the street and headed right over to the gang.

"Stop. Stop touching her." Kiara growled, hands on her hips. At the same time, the girl was resisting.

"Shut the fuck up!" the leader said, giving the girl a hard backhand. Maaz was slightly dazed from the force of the hit and fell back into the arms of the other one.

"Well just take her here in this alleyway then dump her body where ever. Forget bringing her back with us." the leader said, heading into the nearest alley. One of his thugs picked the girl up and followed, the others behind him. He tossed her down on a pile of boxes and straddled her. He took off her forest green cloak and tossed it to the side.

"HEY! DIDN"T YOU HEAR ME!" Kiara shouted, running after them.

"Wow! Lookit these, boss. She's gotta be at least a C-cup. Wow, nice and soft...just the way I---" he started, groping her breasts. He was cut off with a strangled gasp. And then the blood started to pour from his mouth.

"What the fuck! What's wrong, Justin?" the leader asked before and screamed himself. Kiara had struck. Taking the biggest rock she could find, Kiara hurled it at the man straddling the young girl. It was a direct hit. As soon as it came into contact with the back of his neck, the man was out cold, for good. Kiara then grabbed the leader and twisted his arm behind his back, unintentionally snapping it. He was then flung from Kiara to the side where he lay injured. The others, although caught off guard, raised their bats and charged Kiara. Maaz was getting to her feet. At least she was okay.

"Bring it on, asses!" Kiara said triumphantly, enjoying the action. Their screams echoed throughout the alley before being brutally cut off. The sound of a horrible struggle could be heard. But Kiara was coming out victorious. Kiara was struck once by one of the men. He raised the bat over his head and brought it down hard. Kiara barely had time to block the attack. She raised her arm and the bat hit it instead of her head. It snapped from force and Kiara grunted from the pain.

"Ow, jerk! That hurt!" Kiara said, stumbling back. She held her arm close to her and focused on the pain for a second. A song came to mind and so she decided to sing it while she got her revenge.

Bat your eyes girl, be otherworldly,
count your blessings, seduce a stranger
Whats so wrong with being happy?
Kudos to those who see through sickness (yeah)
Over and over and over and over and ooh
She woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning,
"Dont ever let life pass you by!"

Kiara charged at the man, bringing her leg around in a roundhouse kick. Her attack hit its target and the man went flying into the brick wall. Thank God for superhuman strength. Kiara dropped to the ground to avoid the swings of the other bats from the remaining two thugs. Still singing, she continued her assault.

I suggest we learn to love
ourselves before its made illegal
When will we learn? (When will we learn?)
When will we change? (When will we change?)
Just in time to see it all come down...
Those left standing will make millions
writing books on the way it should have been

Kiara spun her leg around and tripped up the man closest to her. He hit the ground hard and Kiara was on him before he could even move. She quickly brought her good arm up, fist balled, and punched the guy twice, knocking him out.

When she woke in the morning,
she knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning (WARNING!),
"Dont ever let life pass you by!"
Floating in this cosmic jacuzzi,
we are like frogs oblivious,
soon the water starting to boil,
no one flinches, we all float face down.

Kiara rolled off the man when she heard the last charging at her to hit her with the bat. His attack instead hit his own buddy. Kiara jumped to her feet and began to attack when she noticed the leader had gotten back to his feet. She stopped when she heard him cock his gun.

"Die! You need to die!" he laughed, firing. Kiara barely had time to react. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She saw the bullet coming straight at her and could do nothing. If it hit her, it would pierce her chest and most likely puncture her lungs. Kiara would die. "Oh no."

"I protect and serve my master who will bring about the world revolution." a deep voice said. It resounded and got louder with each word. Kiara was sure everyone could hear X, her guardian.

"X no!" Kiara shouted. He didn't come out but a shadow appeared in front of Kiara, bearing X's hideous face. He, instead, was hit with the bullet. Somewhere, deep inside Kiara, she still felt like she had gotten shot. X growled and disappeared slowly. Everyone in the alleyway was quiet. It was once again a peaceful night. Kiara knew it was all an allusion and readied herself.

"What the fuck are you! What the fuck are you!!!! DIE, STUPID BITCH!" the leader shouted, trying to aim once again. his nerves were shot and he was shaking. Kiara got to him before he could fire and knocked the gun from his hand. He screamed and ran, the other attacker hot on his trail. Kiara was starting to get tired but he wouldn't get far; they never did.

She woke in the morning
She knew that her life had passed her by
And she called out a warning,
"Dont ever let life pass you by!"

Is cruelty less painful if it's passive?

Edited by: Sharahz Decipel at: 10/25/06 6:48 pm
Merciah
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(10/27/06 5:22 am)
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Re: Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse
It doesn't look to bad, but I have only skimmed over it. It can't be approved untill you reach the required amount of posts. At the moment it is 550 required. (It might go lower, but there is no garuntee on that..)

Sorry, about that. When you get to the required 550, just edit this and it will renew and we'll see it.

This is where I put more of my random thoughts. :)

Has everyone heard, there have been attacks in the forest. More and more students are showing up in Mrs Hanabishi's ward by the day. What's going on. It's the talk of the school.


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Sharahz Decipel
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(11/11/06 11:32 pm)
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Re: Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse
I noticed that my other character was deleted. Rikku Akumi/Maaz. I was wondering if I could just use Jasmine insteaad of Maaz. Give her the same room and whatnot. I didn't really like Maaz and it since I don't have a character, I can just use Jasmine instead of making up a new one.

Is cruelty less painful if it's passive?
the flojo
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(12/23/06 11:54 am)
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Re: Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse
That would be okay. The application itself looks fine to me, so you're good to RP, but you'll need admin approval on the powers.

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(1/2/07 9:22 pm)
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Re: Jasmine Mandana Seedhouse
As Ive talked with other staff, your choice for power even though limited still seems far to over powering for a student here. So if you wouldnt mind limiting and editing or choosing new powers that would be great.


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