Post by Gemma Odette Knight on Oct 20, 2013 4:02:57 GMT
Gemma Odette Knight, 163, Bisexual, Witch, Phoebe Tonkin,
 | S T R E N G T H S +Beauty – She knows that she is blessed with good looks, and she uses this to her advantage. Maybe to get others to do what she wants, or just to lure victims into trusting her. She uses her looks like another tool in her belt. +Brains – Don’t let the pretty exterior fool you, she has a lot going on. She might not be book smart, but she is street smart, and people smart. +Observant – She pays close attention to things, even when she doesn’t realize she is doing it. She finds danger and advantages in the details and it keeps her a few steps ahead. +Self-preservation – She is not one to put herself in any unnecessary danger. She calculates risks, and avoids dangerous encounters. +Manipulative – She has the ability to manipulate others, by any means she chooses. She customizes her techniques to custom fit the person that she wishes to involve in her plans. +Calculative – She has grown bored with the world, and killing has lost its appeal. Instead, she has found a much more effective way or torturing others. It is slower, and much more work, but the payoff makes it worth it. +Bold – She will not back down for anyone, and she will always stand up for herself. She will never let anyone get away with mistreating her, or wronging her in anyway. She knows how to hold a grudge. +Power – She is skilled at spells, but she is far too lazy to be bothered with them unless it is for something she desperately wants. Her abilities that she can use are tied to her will and she has spent her entire life collecting them and mastering them. Her most favored skill is her ability to control fire. She also has the ability to move objects with her mind, and transform into a cat. These abilities drain her, and require a great deal of focus. Sadly she lacks in focus. +Lady – She has all the grace and elegance of a real lady, often she refuses to waste her time with it, but the skills are there when she needs them. +Entertaining – While she is dangerous, and posses a cruel streak she can be fun to have around. She always finds ways to make her own fun, or find ways to entertain herself. She enjoys shopping, drinking, and causing mayhem, and she always extends her adventures to whatever person happens to be in her company. +Adapt – After living for generations she has gotten good at adapting and learning to blend in with whatever passing time period she is in. She is also good at adapting to certain situations and occasions. +Languages – She knows Latin, Spanish, English, Italian, French, and sarcastic. After moving around so much she has picked up the languages. W E A K N E S S E S +Spoiled - She believes that she should always only have the best of everything. No exceptions. +Addictive personality – Once she gets started on something , magic, sex, she isn’t likely to stop. She gets hooked on things rather easily, and is constantly trying to reach higher and higher points of excitement. +Impatient – She might have all of eternity, but she refuses to wait on anything. She hates being bored or setting still, and is always ready for something. +Temper - She can loose sight of important things, and loose her mind over anything. She is unpredictable, and most of the time she is unable to controll herself. +Control – She likes to feel like she has it, but she is barely holding on to it. She gives in to easy to her rage, and she is easily consumed by her frustrations. She is a loose, but fully loaded, cannon. +Invincible – She believes that magic makes her impossible to be killed. This of course is quite possible, but she refuses to accept her own mortality. +Cruel – Forgiveness is a forign word to her. If you cross her, then she will make sure to cross you off her list of people to kill. She is not innocent, and over the decades she has collected a fair amount of blood on her hands. She prefers not to kill people, she has ruined far too many pairs of good shoes that way. Death is to merciful, and she doesn’t do mercy. L I K E S +Cats +Fire +Night +Magic +Pain +Causing Trouble +Attention +Shiney Things +Rain +Drama +Chess +Manipulating others +Power +Fun +Watching others suffer +Games D I S L I K E S +Loosing +People getting in her way +When people refuse to play her games +Being ignored +Dogs +Demons +Vampires +Humans +Other Witches +Just other people in general H I S T O R Y Gemma was born around 1850, during the Victorian era. She was a noble woman of high birth, and her father owned several wealthy estates. By the time Gemma was born her parents had lost two children to common illnesses. Due to advances in medical technologies Gemma was saved from the same fate, or at least this is what her father was meant to believe. Gemma’s mother Rose, had been devastated by the tragic loss of her first two babies. She became desperate and searched out other means of securing her already conceived child’s fate. She searched out doctors, and unusual medicines, and in her search she came across witchcraft. It was unthinkable at the time, and if discovered it would certainly ruin her. However, she knew she could not survive the loss of another child. She found a willing witch, who in exchange for payment promised the safe delivery and growth of the child. The witch made it clear she made no other promises. Magic is a tricky thing, and when playing with the balance of life and death it often has unpredictable consequences. Rose agreed anyway, knowing the risks. Rose gave birth three months later with no complications. It was a miracle she was able to conceive in the first place, and baby Gemma was showered with attention. She was spoiled beyond compare, at least until four years later when her mother gave birth to a son. Jeremy was young, with bright blue eyes, and even Gemma couldn’t help but adore him. No matter how jealous she was of him. Their mother showed him the most affection, and she couldn’t help but see the pain in her mother’s eyes every time she looked at her. It was as if she were being watched as if she might sprout horns or something. Over time she grew closer to her younger brother, and more distant from her parents. Her father had business to attend to, and little time to spare for his children. By the age of twelve she and her brother took off to running down to the stream behind the house. It would send people in all directions for hours looking for the two lost, mischievous children, but the fun made it worth it. Sometimes no one noticed that they were missing, and they would spend hours alone. Swimming, climbing trees, anything to get themselves dirty. On one particular morning Jeremy had received extra attention from their mother, and it sent Gemma into a temper tantrum. Even little Jeremy realized it was unfair how poorly their mother treated Gemma, and he felt guilty for what was out of his control. They raced down to the lake, but Gemma refused to swim. She was far too angry with her brother. Jeremy begged her to not be mad, and he gave her the most sweetest smile. She hated him for how perfect everyone thought he was, how sweet, and how he was everyone’s favorite. The next thing she knew the water was boiling, and Jeremy was screaming. Then she blacked out. It was dark when the caretaker found her, she was unconscious by the lake. Her brother had drowned, and had unexplainable boils covering his body. There was panic and hysteria. However, during it all Gemma’s mother remained quiet, still, and in far too much shock. Gemma cried herself to sleep in the early hours of the morning. She couldn’t help but feel responsible. She was mad, but how could it have possibly been her fault. She awoke to her mother above her trying to stab her while she slept. She managed to fight her off. When her mother seemed to realize what she was doing she fell to the floor and sobbed. It was there that her mother explained that the price she had paid for Gemma to be born safely was to have a life sacrificed. The natural order of things needed payment. Rose had taken a life, and Jeremy’s death had been that debt being repaid. She apologized to Gemma for blaming her for what she knew was to come all those years, then admitted that Jeremy’s death was her fault. Then she stabbed herself, and died on the floor beside Gemma’s bed. Gemma was sent to live in a convent for a few years after that. Her father was unable and unwilling to raise a teenage girl on his own. For the next six years she tried to devote herself to God, and to find reason, or peace in her life. Her every attempt failed. She had lost the two people she loved most in the span of a few hours and it had been all her fault. She could never handle the guilt. The nuns tried to help her find her way, or at least the ones that were not afraid of her did. Some said she was evil, some said her soul was unable to be saved. This did not help matters for Gemma. During her time there, she discovered she had abilities that humans were not supposed to possess. She believed that she was evil and that the devil had claimed her soul. In her mental state of trying to block the overwhelming pain she was feeling she learned to accept it. She found believing in something; even something dark made her stronger, and gave her power. She spent her free hours learning to control the candle flames. How to make them move, how to extinguish them, how to make them appear from nothing. This was what got her by day after day. It was when she was eighteen that a woman came to collect her. She was old, and she spoke little, but what she did say was always important. She explained that the spell she performed a little over eighteen years ago had injected powerful dark magic’s into her very essence. And for a time she lived with the old witch who taught her how to master and control her abilities. She studied spells, and read everything she possibly could. She found a new life and a new purpose under the witch who she only knew as Maddie. She spent an entire month helping Maddie gather supplies while they waited for the full moon. During this time Maddie never explained what the spell was for, she only would say “I’m old child,” then carry on with what she was doing. She never shared the book, or her secrets. On the night of the full moon, they went to an open spot in the woods. Maddie made a circle with candles and various ingredients, and then she lay down naked in the middle. She began to chant for what felt like hours under the glow of the moon. When the sun came up, she looked vibrant, and beautiful. The spell had made her young again. Maddie then gave the book to Gemma. She explained that one could live forever with the secrets in the book. That day Gemma was to curious to sleep, and she read the entire book. It was old, powerful, and extremely dangerous. Maddie taught Gemma everything she knew. Maddie had never had a daughter, and Gemma was the closest thing to it for a time. Even though the power Gemma possessed even scared Maddie. In the book there were ways to bind powers to someone’s will, and they spent years doing this. While the ability to control fire was already achieved, they bound it to make it more powerful. Making Gemma capable of handling more then simple candle flames. It allowed her to channel the power that was there with more than her emotions. Emotions that she had chosen to forget. Maddie suggested that Gemma should have the ability to change forms. She herself could turn into a raven. The next few years were spent developing her ability to transform into a solid black cat. A skill that came in handy whenever she needed to run, or escape. There were years when her kind were persecuted and hanged or worse. She got back at the men who did this by killing them to save herself, or Maddie. Her early kills were all in self-defense, and her victims suffered horribly. Over time she became numb to it like she did everything else. It became part of her survival in a time when witches were being hunted down and destroyed. She got a taste for killing, and for punishing those she hated. Slowly she let the hate in, and let it destroy every part of her. Just as Maddie had wanted. Maddie had not only ensured that Gemma would be born, but she also saw an opportunity to create an equally powerful friend. Hundreds of years roaming the earth alone had made her bored. She showed Gemma the pleasures of inflicting pain, and receiving pain. They became lovers, and equals. Sex became something she needed almost as much as she needed to breath. She became addicted to it, and she had a lifetime to prefect the art and experiment. She found she loved the pain almost as much as the pleasure. She hated herself for all she had done, and she learned to associate the two as one. It became essential for her survival, and an important part of who she was. She learned to adapt quickly, and that made her life easier in the ever-changing world. Until the 1970’s when Maddie up and left her with little more explanation then she had grown bored of her. She had spent lifetimes with the woman, and she left her, and it shattered her. If it were possible for Gemma to love, it would have been Maddie. It made her hard and cold, and she refused to ever open her heart to someone again. It inspired her to get creative, and instead of giving anyone who crossed her an easy death she found new ways to satisfy her urges. She would live forever, why not take her time and really make people suffer. ___________________________________________ Gemma had given up on the world a long time ago. She genuinely hated the world, and everyone in it. They were illiterate, classless people who cared for nothing but themselves. At least in her day a woman’s purity was respected, and men knew how to treat a woman. They were terrible creatures, and she hated them more and more after watching how they had evolved into mindless idiots. In a world of sheep she was a dragon, and she wanted nothing more than to incinerate them all. All Gemma really wanted was to watch the world burn. The only thing holding her back was that there would be no one to cook, or clean, or write. She continued down the street resisting the urge to send the men who had whistled at her the minute her back was turned into ash. Men had no proper upbringing anymore. Death was not something she did on a whim anymore. There was no way the murders could ever be traced back to her, but it was a waste of energy. Instead she marched onward. She had a time sensitive mission, and she did not feel like wasting time in a cemetery. She hated vampires, even more so she hated the vampires that chose to lurk there. There was an entire world out there, why hang out with other dead people. She never understood it. She did not fear vampires, a snap of her fingers and they were dust, but she did hate their attempts at making puns about eating her. It was all in poor taste really. She had come to expect too much from people at one point, and day after day she was lowering her expectations. She pulled a small jar from her jacket pocket, making sure she hadn’t forgotten it and came all this way for nothing. She tapped it against her jeans to keep her hands busy as she walked. She continued with purpose. She stopped when she came to a freshly dug grave. It was not the grave of a vampire, but of a murder. She needed the dirt, and she collected a bit in the jar. She replaced it back in her jacket, and slapped her hands together to knock off the dirt. The dirt from a freshly dug grave of a murder was crucial to some spells. It had to be collected on the night of, and only then. She started back out, but she felt a presence behind her. “Hello Darling,” she said in a thick British accent. “I really would love to stay and play with you tonight. It is such a lovely moon and all but…” her words almost sounded as if she truly regretted it before she snapped her fingers. The flame caught at the bottom of his feet and raced up his body in a matter of seconds. The ash started falling to the ground before it had even been fully formed. “Shame I’m in a rush,” she pouted a little. And without a second thought she spun on the heel of her boot and made for the exit. She had a time sensitive spell to perform, and no time to waste on such frivolous matters. Kelly. Old. Many, many moons. |
