Brea Jacobs, Necromancer/Medium
Status: Approved
Mod Notes: Brea is not an Anita Blake-style necromancer.
Player Name: Jen
Player LJ: evilenabler
Player Email: roleplayingjen@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/etc.: evilenabler
Character Name: Brea Jacobs
Character Type: Necromancer/Medium
Abilities: As a necromancer/medium, she has the ability to communicate with the dead. This can be accomplished in a few different ways. Ghosts can approach her and try to obtain her assistance. Most often, she ignores ghosts when she sees them though. The constant barrage of communication wears down on the receiver's sanity. However, if she wants to make contact with a specific spirit, she can do so by holding seances and performing necromancer rituals that involve a lot of unpleasant smelling herbs. Necromancy is forbidden by the Laws of Magic, so she must perform these rituals on the down low. Additionally, as a natural medium/necromancer, she automatically recognizes the dead i.e. vampires/zombies/etc.
Age: 25
Kinsey Rating: 3
Physical Appearance: Brea is approximately five feet, four inches tall and weighs around 125 pounds, giving her a healthy build. She has long dark hair and blue eyes. She often dresses in black and she seldom meets anyone's eyes when she converses with them.
PB: Kat Dennings
Personality: Brea is a study in contrasts. She is shy and introverted around strangers because of the lack of regular socialization throughout her life. However, she possesses a large rebellious streak and likes to push the limits of her boundaries (both those that others set for her and that she sets for herself). She is focused on her search but is easily amused by the little things in life, something that is a result of her sheltered upbringing.
She is working on getting better at approaching people, though she is still somewhat socially awkward. And she tends not to make a lot of eye contact because of her abilities.
There are moments when she will appear to be crazy, though at the start most of her sanity will be intact. The more exposure she has to the supernatural world and to ghosts in particular, the closer she will skirt to insanity.
History/Background:
Brea inherited the ability to see/communicate with the dead from her maternal line. The spirits drove her mother insane and she committed suicide when Brea was four, leaving Brea and her younger brother to be raised by their father and paternal grandmother in Kansas. Brea's maternal grandmother also committed suicide in her thirties after being driven insane by spirits. After the death of his wife, Brea's father dragged her to a number of psychics and magic practitioners in an effort to find a way to bind her powers, hoping to save his daughter from the same fate as the other women in her family. He was, of course, unsuccessful and did his best to provide Brea with support so the spirits wouldn't drive her crazy. He took advantage of his mother's financial assistance and his children's Social Security payments to homeschool his daughter and keep her contact with the outside world limited.
As she got older and realized her younger brother was allowed to attend a regular school and socialize with kids his age, Brea grew resentful and rebellious. She snuck out for the first time when she was ten, but ran home after running into the ghosts of two car accident victims. At thirteen, she managed to get her hands on the ritual to summon a ghost and summoned her mother's ghost, demanding answers about her abilities. Her mother encouraged her to avoid the outside world, hoping that her daughter would be the first woman in the family to live past forty. Brea was not content to live such a sheltered life and found an older medium online who was able to offer her some tricks for keeping the ghosts at bay.
She managed to convince her father to allow her to attend public school for her junior and senior year of high school by arguing that schools were unlikely to attract ghosts. They were both unaware that the school had burned down fifty years earlier, killing a number of students and teachers. However, Brea used it as training for the rest of the world and managed to mostly ignore the ghosts, save for one or two memorable incidents that got her labeled as 'the weird kid'.
Her father convinced her to stay at home after high school and take some online courses instead of actually going to college. Brea agreed on the condition that she be permitted to get a job outside of the house, working at a local Starbucks. Her father relucantly agreed after she declared the coffee shop spirit-free. She was content to take online courses in a variety of subjects and work at the coffee shop, making casual acquaintances with some of her co-workers and regular customers.
Shortly after her twenty-fourth birthday, her paternal grandmother died of a heart attack and left a sizeable inheritance to be split equally between Brea, her brother and her father. The money gave Brea the opportunity to do something she had long wanted to do, but had been forbidden by her father: move to San Francisco where there was a larger population of supernaturals. Her father argued with her that it wasn't safe for her to be in a strange city and so far away from her support network, but Brea insisted that this was something she needed to do.
She obtained a small, spirit free apartment and a job as a barista at one of the numerous coffee shops in the city. Once she had settled in, she renewed the search her father had started just over twenty years ago for someone who could help her control or banish her abilities.
RP Sample:
There were ghosts everywhere in the big city. Brea supposed that was what happened in a place where so many people lived and died through the years. She was getting better at ignoring them and most of them didn't even realize who, or rather what, she was. That was something she was grateful for because less contact with the spirit world meant less chance of going completely insane.
Brea banished those thoughts and untied her apron. Her shift had seemed long today, probably because she was anticipating going to DMZ tonight. She had overhead a few of the supes discussing the club and how it was 'the' place to see and be seen in the supernatural world. Surely someone there would be able to help her. It had taken her a week to decide that it was worth the risk of outing herself to the supernatural community at large and to risk the possibility of being inundated by the ghosts of victims of club patrons.
"Got a hot date, Bre?" her co-worker, Ally, asked, watching her stuff the apron haphazardly in her bag.
"Uh, no," she replied, giving a little shrug. "Just, you know, going out this evening. I want to go home and get a shower so I don't smell like steamed milk all night."
Ally nodded. "Good for you," she said. "You don't get out enough. You've been here almost a year and I don't think you've even had a single date."
"Well, no," Brea admitted. "I'm not really into dating." Mostly because she had never really had the opportunity. Oh, sure, there had been a few boys who had caught her attention back in high school. And a few girls, if she was honest with herself. But because of her situation she hadn't allowed herself to indulge in the idea of dating like a normal girl. Even now that she was on her own and out from under her father's thumb, she couldn't bring herself to date. Primarily because she didn't want to fall in love, get married, have kids and leave them behind the way her mother and grandmother had. Not that she was ever going to explain that to her co-worker.
"Have fun anyway," Ally said, rolling her eyes and pulling her apron on. "See you later."
Brea nodded and headed out of the store, Ally's words replaying in her mind. Maybe, just maybe, if she found someone who could help her, she could consider living a normal life.
Mod Notes: Brea is not an Anita Blake-style necromancer.
Player Name: Jen
Player LJ: evilenabler
Player Email: roleplayingjen@gmail.com
AIM/YIM/etc.: evilenabler
Character Name: Brea Jacobs
Character Type: Necromancer/Medium
Abilities: As a necromancer/medium, she has the ability to communicate with the dead. This can be accomplished in a few different ways. Ghosts can approach her and try to obtain her assistance. Most often, she ignores ghosts when she sees them though. The constant barrage of communication wears down on the receiver's sanity. However, if she wants to make contact with a specific spirit, she can do so by holding seances and performing necromancer rituals that involve a lot of unpleasant smelling herbs. Necromancy is forbidden by the Laws of Magic, so she must perform these rituals on the down low. Additionally, as a natural medium/necromancer, she automatically recognizes the dead i.e. vampires/zombies/etc.
Age: 25
Kinsey Rating: 3
Physical Appearance: Brea is approximately five feet, four inches tall and weighs around 125 pounds, giving her a healthy build. She has long dark hair and blue eyes. She often dresses in black and she seldom meets anyone's eyes when she converses with them.
PB: Kat Dennings
Personality: Brea is a study in contrasts. She is shy and introverted around strangers because of the lack of regular socialization throughout her life. However, she possesses a large rebellious streak and likes to push the limits of her boundaries (both those that others set for her and that she sets for herself). She is focused on her search but is easily amused by the little things in life, something that is a result of her sheltered upbringing.
She is working on getting better at approaching people, though she is still somewhat socially awkward. And she tends not to make a lot of eye contact because of her abilities.
There are moments when she will appear to be crazy, though at the start most of her sanity will be intact. The more exposure she has to the supernatural world and to ghosts in particular, the closer she will skirt to insanity.
History/Background:
Brea inherited the ability to see/communicate with the dead from her maternal line. The spirits drove her mother insane and she committed suicide when Brea was four, leaving Brea and her younger brother to be raised by their father and paternal grandmother in Kansas. Brea's maternal grandmother also committed suicide in her thirties after being driven insane by spirits. After the death of his wife, Brea's father dragged her to a number of psychics and magic practitioners in an effort to find a way to bind her powers, hoping to save his daughter from the same fate as the other women in her family. He was, of course, unsuccessful and did his best to provide Brea with support so the spirits wouldn't drive her crazy. He took advantage of his mother's financial assistance and his children's Social Security payments to homeschool his daughter and keep her contact with the outside world limited.
As she got older and realized her younger brother was allowed to attend a regular school and socialize with kids his age, Brea grew resentful and rebellious. She snuck out for the first time when she was ten, but ran home after running into the ghosts of two car accident victims. At thirteen, she managed to get her hands on the ritual to summon a ghost and summoned her mother's ghost, demanding answers about her abilities. Her mother encouraged her to avoid the outside world, hoping that her daughter would be the first woman in the family to live past forty. Brea was not content to live such a sheltered life and found an older medium online who was able to offer her some tricks for keeping the ghosts at bay.
She managed to convince her father to allow her to attend public school for her junior and senior year of high school by arguing that schools were unlikely to attract ghosts. They were both unaware that the school had burned down fifty years earlier, killing a number of students and teachers. However, Brea used it as training for the rest of the world and managed to mostly ignore the ghosts, save for one or two memorable incidents that got her labeled as 'the weird kid'.
Her father convinced her to stay at home after high school and take some online courses instead of actually going to college. Brea agreed on the condition that she be permitted to get a job outside of the house, working at a local Starbucks. Her father relucantly agreed after she declared the coffee shop spirit-free. She was content to take online courses in a variety of subjects and work at the coffee shop, making casual acquaintances with some of her co-workers and regular customers.
Shortly after her twenty-fourth birthday, her paternal grandmother died of a heart attack and left a sizeable inheritance to be split equally between Brea, her brother and her father. The money gave Brea the opportunity to do something she had long wanted to do, but had been forbidden by her father: move to San Francisco where there was a larger population of supernaturals. Her father argued with her that it wasn't safe for her to be in a strange city and so far away from her support network, but Brea insisted that this was something she needed to do.
She obtained a small, spirit free apartment and a job as a barista at one of the numerous coffee shops in the city. Once she had settled in, she renewed the search her father had started just over twenty years ago for someone who could help her control or banish her abilities.
RP Sample:
There were ghosts everywhere in the big city. Brea supposed that was what happened in a place where so many people lived and died through the years. She was getting better at ignoring them and most of them didn't even realize who, or rather what, she was. That was something she was grateful for because less contact with the spirit world meant less chance of going completely insane.
Brea banished those thoughts and untied her apron. Her shift had seemed long today, probably because she was anticipating going to DMZ tonight. She had overhead a few of the supes discussing the club and how it was 'the' place to see and be seen in the supernatural world. Surely someone there would be able to help her. It had taken her a week to decide that it was worth the risk of outing herself to the supernatural community at large and to risk the possibility of being inundated by the ghosts of victims of club patrons.
"Got a hot date, Bre?" her co-worker, Ally, asked, watching her stuff the apron haphazardly in her bag.
"Uh, no," she replied, giving a little shrug. "Just, you know, going out this evening. I want to go home and get a shower so I don't smell like steamed milk all night."
Ally nodded. "Good for you," she said. "You don't get out enough. You've been here almost a year and I don't think you've even had a single date."
"Well, no," Brea admitted. "I'm not really into dating." Mostly because she had never really had the opportunity. Oh, sure, there had been a few boys who had caught her attention back in high school. And a few girls, if she was honest with herself. But because of her situation she hadn't allowed herself to indulge in the idea of dating like a normal girl. Even now that she was on her own and out from under her father's thumb, she couldn't bring herself to date. Primarily because she didn't want to fall in love, get married, have kids and leave them behind the way her mother and grandmother had. Not that she was ever going to explain that to her co-worker.
"Have fun anyway," Ally said, rolling her eyes and pulling her apron on. "See you later."
Brea nodded and headed out of the store, Ally's words replaying in her mind. Maybe, just maybe, if she found someone who could help her, she could consider living a normal life.