Name: Jessica Huntington
Species: Witch (High Magical Power)
Age : 25
Birthday: February 9th
Gender: Female (MTF)
Affiliations: Amelia, Connie (Sisters)
Personality: Loyal, Hot-Tempered, Passionate, Direct.
A witch’s aura is a fickle thing. While a simple mark of who she was it drove her relationships into the ground… well in addition to her own personality. While not outright possessive Jess always had a certain loneliness inside her that led to her clinging to anyone close and not wishing to let them go. Whenever something rather real or imagined had happened her temper would spike and she’d usually have to storm off to avoid unleashing the full brunt of her power on another. After a while she stopped trying to be involved with normal mortals entirely and looks down on them as almost annoying fragile creatures with ego’s too big for their heads.
She eventually met another witch in the south of California. The man treated her like a goddess at first… always bringing her roses, showering her in compliments, surprising her with spontaneous dates on the beach. Fulfilling every little dream she’d ever read about. She was happy for the first year.. After his true colors began to show. He would devalue her once he knew where she was most fragile. Keep her from speaking to others and spread rumors to her friends that drove them away from her until all she had left was him. Eventually she caught him in bed with another woman and accepted it as nothing.. Until she discovered the other woman was her lover’s wife. His wife had been told she was a playtoy for them both he’d been training. They both had felt Jess’s power and planned to use her. Unable to handle the thought of just being someone’s item.. Someone’s toy. In a fit of anger that finally burst through her cracked psyche, past all of the doubt and self-hatred the man had implanted in her through the years… she ripped the wife apart and crippled the man before running away. Over the next few years she managed to evade any questioning as the killing seemed more an explosion than anything a person could do.. And the husband couldn’t break the masquerade to inform authorities what had occurred.
Her broken trust and rage drove the young witch further into loneliness. Her failed past made her swear off all men, thinking of the hatred and violence even those she’d loved had inflicted on her for simply existing. Eventually she managed to find a home with two siblings she’d long been separated from at birth. She now mostly sticks near her sisters in their Coven and very rarely engages with others… especially other races unless they find a way to earn her trust first.
Likes: Flowers (Not Roses), Animals (Not Lycans), Music, Spicy Food, and Romance novels, Her Sisters.
Dislikes:Humans, Roses, Other people flirting with her Sisters, People hitting on her (That she doesn’t know), Societal constraints and attitudes.