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I am just another run of the mill nerd who likes to kick ass and raise a few virtual zombies online. I like pirates, whales, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, necromancers and above all anything to do with the ocean. I am up for almost any kind of roleplay, with the aim to not make any grammatical errors or to BECOME THE OVERLORD OF SUPER POWER NEVER TO BE DEFEATED BECAUSE I AM SO UNDENIABLY AWESOME! Oh and did I also mention...

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Lol, Jinx is going to have sone fun with that moral discipline you got going there! Oh im excited for this! Looks cool though silver, or should I say Mr. Lazybones!
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Name: Jinx Haven

Alias:The Reaper!

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Gender:Female

Age:26

Personality: Jinx is very hearty. She loves to drink, hunt, and communicate with the dead. She is usually very friendly and loves great food and good company. Loyal, brave and always willing to do a favor for a friend or for a spirit . Her reputation is somewhat the opposite though. The reaper is known as cold calculating and always complete’s the mission.

Scars/Tattoo's: She has a large scar on her neck from being hanged, and another larger scar on her arm from a fire that happened when she was little. She ran in to save a little boy who was apparently already dead. The guild insignia,is on the back of her neck.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Jinx first off is dead. She died about 5 years ago and is brutally enjoying her afterlife. She has always even alive been a medium. Communicating with previous souls has been child’s play growing up with her mother, but after her death, she has the ability to raise and posess the dead as if they are puppets. Souls are untouchable but any dead flesh and bone that crosses her path can be manipulated at will. She is also quite physically fit, and has learned boxing from her father. Not to mention she likes weapons and will do her best with whatever is put in front of her.

Weapon(s):Two small pistols she keeps holsters close to her. They are in her pictures above.

Bio: Jinx was born under very interesting circumstances. Her mother and father were both Russian, but moved at a very young age to the Americas for better work etc. Jinx's mother Anna Havenorka(Haven for short) was a famous medium and writer and was overjoyed when she learned she was pregnant. Her and her husband Victor, a professional boxer were excited to form a family and when the day finally came, they were overwhelmed with happiness to have a new baby girl. It was a very scary day seeming as Jinx was proclaimed dead five seconds after she was born. The parents were devastated, and about to give up hope when miraculously before the corpse was to be taken away the blankets began to move and a loud cry rang through the ward. Woo freaky! Well ever since then life around Jinx has been odd to say the least. She was a happy girl but was always talking to people who weren't there, and would perform duties for them.

Anna immediately recognized the gift and helped teach her daughter how to be polite and calm when communicating. Jinx was smart and hid her gift, but it also made her seem kooky and strange to the humans around her. She had a great family (Including some dead members) who helped her grow confident in herself and her abilities. She even learned how to use a gun from her great great great uncle Roland. She has put herself in plenty dangerous situations when helping the dead and that has helped her become a little bolder, but it also took her youth very early. She is quite serious and has a hard time relaxing and being at ease. Of course that could be because of lack of sleep due to the overwhelming harassment of the dead. She has overwhelming insomnia and has to take pills to remove the voices. Even that though weighs on her guilt so shes a bit testy.

About five years ago though her luck ran out. While helping out her mother, she got mixed up with a demon possession and was hanged off the side of a building until she was proclaimed dead. Shock to everyone again, when she woke up in the morgue with a bad hangover and a sore neck. She doesn't speak a lot of that day but ever since then her skin has become paler, and her eyes are slightly more glossy then usual.

Other: She has a locket that has a very old picture of her great ancestor Rana Varinksi(mothers side) who was the first to attain the gift of speaking to the dead. The myth is she made a deal with the grim reaper to help him with his duties. if he could bring back her husband that died of cholera. The Reaper took pity on her and raised her husband, but only so that she could speak with him. The rest of her life was dedicated to saving souls and finding solace with the ghost of her husband to keep her company. The scary thing is she looks quite a bit like Jinx with her raven hair and blue eyes.
Eliza sat back down and gave him a weak smile, as he moved onwards. She kept silent, trying to listen for other movement, but it seemed the coast was clear. When she finally felt like she had a sufficient amount of time to rest, she followed Phineas' path and found him kneeling by the river. She came up to him slowly,"How does it look? I know it might be cold, but tracking wise I think it's worth it to take the chance."

Quickly she turned her knife in her hand as she looked out over the jungle with sharp eyes. She paused, her eyes cold, as she whispered quietly,"We need to go. Now."

She hoped into the water, and froze, shivering a moment, before beginning to move forward. She kept a slow pace, trying not to slip on the rocks below. She let Phineas take the lead, feeling he was the stronger of the two of them, he could notice danger before she could.
Eliza pushed her body up slowly, stretching her limbs before heading out. She flinched slightly before righting herself and headed towards the entrance of the cave. She paused near the edge and looked out into the early dawn, She saw no movement, but she wanted to remain safe. She exited quietly, her feet well placed, as she stayed low against the wall of the mountain. She slapped her knife into her knickers and kept descending down the cliff, until her feet found soft foliage. Her breathing was heavy, and her hair clung to her face with sweat. She leaned forward clutching her knees as she tried to slow down her breathing and ease pressures off of her bruised ribs. She shut her eyes, taking another minute before standing up, and turning towards Phineas, "Sorry, just had to catch my breath. Went a little fast."

She kept moving, her knife clutched in her hand as she began moving into the jungle. She kept her eyes moving, checking for signs of movement and any potential danger in her view. She stepped over a few logs, and pushed past the large ferns and low hanging branches that surrounded her. The mossy forest floor was moist and felt warm on her toes. She smiled, to herself when running water was heard in the distance. She moved in that direction, and turned to Phineas whilst whispering, "We are close. You can hear it."

She kept moving reaching it within about 10 minutes where she stopped and took a seat on a rock, catching her breath again. "I..uh..I...think we should stop for a minute, so I can...um..nevermind..let's go. Forget it."

She was breathing heavily, as she stood up a little to quickly, but she was not willing to be a burden to Phineas. Any moments rest could mean death if those soldiers found them.. She wouldn't risk her partners life because she was stupid enough to get herself zapped by an eel. She came close to the water, and sunk down, preparing to step in.
Eliza slowly pulled a sharp knife out of her knickers and gripped it fiercely, as she slowly crawled back towards Phineas. "Here's the plan. It's about four o'clock in the morning, and I am going to assume those soldiers have headed back to their camp. Just in case though, there is a river about a mile northeast from here. It should lead out about 6 miles from our campsite, but it's safer to stay near it, because of our scent. We don't have to travel to the end, we just have to make it about three quarters through, then head back to our camp. It will take time, but I say it's worth it, for a bit of safety. When we arrive at our spot. I will sneak out and try to grab the oil. I'm smaller, and you have the gun so you can cover me. The only thing I can't plan for is getting to Joseph's craft, and above all getting out of here without being seen, when we fly off. Do you think if we are pursued, that the craft will be fast enough? If it had a defense mechanism that might help, but I haven't got a good look at the inside." She frowned, hating the fact that she keeps getting herself hurt during this mission. She waited for his reply hoping that her plan would give them an advantage.
Eliza slept quietly but with a few brief movements she jerked awake her eyes adjusting to the darkness of the cave. She moved quietly whispering, "P.Phiny? You awake?" She could hear him breathing so she sat up and stretched quickly. Her ribs felt better. She would have a wicked bruise but at least the pain was lighter. She would be more use today for when they tried to escape. Her stomach grumbled and she groaned at dull hunger she could feel surfacing within her. The cave itself was moist and slightly warm, and as she stood up to stretch her legs she could feel the cool moss beneath her feet. She moved near the entrance looking out quickly to see the silence expanse of jungle beneath their position. There was no movement below which comforted her. She turned back to Phineas, "I don't see anything, so I think we are fine for now."
Eliza smiled, her cheeks reddening slightly. She spoke up with a cheesy texas drawl, "Oh Phineas, you do know how to make a gal blush." She laughed then winced groaning in an aggravated manner, "Hehe, no Sparky you ain't so bad yourself." She curled up against him, trying to be more comfortable, "I think you'll make a good writer, when we survive this." She yawned, sleep pulling her away from the horrible situation and the pain digging into her ribs.
(Sorry been super busy with finals! x])
She held back a wince trying to put on a brave face,"The only problem is we don't know the location of the men following us. It might be to risky to head past them for escape."
I think that we should wait for awhile and attack at early dawn. This is a good spot and I think we have a better chance getting past them if they are worn out and tired. They have to sleep at some point. Then we can run for the oil." She sunk tighter against the wall her eyes drooping, "Plus I need to rest. I am sore and it hurts to breath." She closed her eyes, and groaned as she tried to adjust herself, "Thank you for not leaving me behind. Your chances would be better if you did."
Oh that's cool I like that idea! Haha so just a few questions. Does he act like a human? Like what kind of personality does he have? Does he act as a slave and call her master? Does he perform um...other duties (like sex) lol? Did he do that for her previous relatives etc?
Umm I can try? What are you suggesting?
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