Jane, WIP

JANE



"This may hurt a little." - Jane

MY NAME : Jane Elizabeth Salvatore
NICKNAME: N/a
WINTERS : Five hundred and forty five. Looking thirteen years of age
BORN ON: second of april, fourteen seventy-six
ATTRACTED TO: Males
SPECIES: Vampire
POWER: Jane is gifted with the ability to create the illusion of pain within someone's mind. The pain is said to be felt like burning.
APPEARANCE:Dakota Fanning

LIKES:
+Alec, he is her brother, and she loves him dearly
+Aro, Caius and Marcus, they have given her what she desires most. Immortality and power, she can never thank them enough
+Her ability. She loved this simply because she is able to strike back with the pain she felt when her village sought her and her brother out to be witches
+Human Blood, who doesn't like this?
+Torturing. Of course, every good Volturi guard enjoys to play with their food.
HATE:
+The Cullens, which member of the Volturi doesn't hate the Cullens?! They have every reason to
+Shapeshiters. Those very beings who's sole purpose is to be a vampire's sworn enemy.
+Isabella Swan. The human is immune to Jane's power, the very reason why she hates her
+Being restricted. The Volturi have rules and regulations, she hates having to abide by them because she simply wants to let loose
SHHH :
+She is secretly in love with her brother, but of course, that may not be a secret to some people. +She hates the Volturi. They are too strict, she wants her freedom, and the freedom to kill whoever, whenever and wherever
SCREAM: +Losing Alec
+Losing her ability
DREAMS :
+To kill Isabella Swan, and the Cullens +To become an Elder herself, she already knows how well known and feared she is in the vampire community, she simply wishes to be higher in rank in the Volturi
POWERFUL :
+Her ability
+Stubborness
+Loyal and Trustworthy
+Manipulative
+Ability to torture
WEAK :
+Seclusion, she is weak alone, without her brother
+Unable to learn reason
+Unable to stop
+Short tempered
+Impatient
ALL ABOUT ME :


You would think someone who looks like Jane to be a sweet, innocent child who's midn was filled with hopes and dreams of becoming famous or a princess. How wrong you are then, how completely wrong. Jane is a wicked, darkened souled Vampire who is anything but a child. Her mind is filled with vicious thoughts and cunning plans to be rid of her next victims. She isn't one for a quick murder, she enjoys to toy with her food. Her cold hearted actions are completely opposite to that of her Brothers. You would think twins were identical, the same, they thought on the same wavelength. But Alec is so different than Jane, her inability to remember like he can has pained her all through her centuries of life. The scarred memory she does remember, though, is the one that has led her to despise humans so. The day that her and her brother were captured and threatened to be burned on conpsiracy of witchcraft. Of course, the two were gifted with unexplainable gifts, wicked gifts. But there was no reason for them to be ripped from their family and burned. Thankfully, Aro was there, he rid them of the danger and changed them. He has become a mentor, an idol to Jane. She feels strongly about him, though nowhere near as strong as she does for her brother. There time together, forced as it may have been, has led their relationship to become tighter and stronger. She loves him maybe a little more than she should, though she would never show those feelings unless he wanted her to, or provoked her to do so.

The Village fools who wished to burn those two children alive felt no remorse, felt no guilt. They did it through fear and inferiority, they couldn't face being 'ungifted'. Jane has discovered that the very feelings they felt when the twins endured the pain they enforced upon them are too felt be her. She feels nothign when she inflicts the torture upon her victims mind, and does so willingly. Her desire to cause pain is the sole reason she has become one of the most feared vampires within the world of those cold, granite-skinned beings. She has absolutely no desire to be so, but it simply comes naturally when you are gifted with such a chatoci, demonic power and feel nothing towards using it. Her only positive feelings, fragile as they may be, are for Alec and Aro. Alec, her brother, her dear brother. He has the completely opposite ability to Jane's, and is one of very few who can alm her down when she becomes angry or tempered. Aro, however, is granted her loyalty because he is the one who changed her, because he is the one who saved the twins from the log on which they were to burn. He deserves every fraction of love she holds behind the evil facade for him.

BORN WHERE: Who knows?
LIVING NOW : Volterra, Italy
MOM : Amelia Salvatore, no feelings are shared for this woman, Jane knew nothing of her and so cannot shed any emotion for her.
DAD: Guilio Salvatore, no feelings are shared for this man, Jane knew nothing of him and so cannot shed any emotion for him.
BLOOD KIN : Alec Salvatore, my brother. He means the world to Jane, the one person she can rely on.
CHILDREN: None
MY LIFE : The Volturi Guard. The Volturi are Jane's family now, though she may have her negative thoughts about them, she is loyal to them and their ways
MY AIR: Alec is Jane's most important person. He was there when nobody else was, and he knows everything about her. She relies completely on him, for everything.
WOOF MEOW: King Cobra named Obsidian. This pet is one of many who have been involved in Jane's life. She enjoys the fear the snake drives into peoples minds, much like she does herseld. She tends to it regularly

NAME: Olly
AGE: Fifteen
GENDER: Vampire Male
TIMEZONE: GMT - London
SECRETPHRASE: The Cullen's Roar
OTHER: O_O?
HAVE YOU READ TWILIGHT? I've read them all. I'm currently reading the whole saga again at the moment.
SAMPLE:

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The Black Panther lay lazily against the window ledge, it's front paws supporting it's head comfortably. Her golden eyes absently gazing out of the large, open window across the vast city scape. It was wonderful, to sit there and have such freedom. To be able to simply lounge around in her 'other' form and just stare out of the window, 'people watching' as she would call it. Her eyes flitted across the various people who spontaneously called for taxi's, making gestures towards the bright yellow cars which soared through the streets. Those few who chose to wear extravagant clothing, rather too revealing for their over-sized bodies and irregular postures. It seemed people had no idea how to dress, nevermind walk. But not everybody had the chance to be a top-class model, did they? Alice began to rise onto all of her four paws. Her paws tread lightly against the cold, tiled floor as she made her way towards the door. How could people be so stupid? How could they dress in such stupid ways, paring colors that Alice wouldn't even dream of combining. Even if, at this time, wearing mismatched colors could be seen as fashionable, it was only if you were actually wearing the right clothes, in the right way. Which most of the unwealthy civilians of Dallas didn't seem to grasp, at all. Alice sighed, and the fur of her animal form began to shiver and ripple. It was an extraordinary scene to watch a Black Panther, a dark, sinister creature of the jungle to transform into a beautiful, naked lady with an amazing figure enhanced greatly by her dark skin and beautiful flowing hair. She looked like a goddess, like Mother Nature. The fur began to tear from the body of the animal and the hind legs stretched outwards and became more and more muscular. The bones were re-defined and in the very moment between the change, Alice felt the golden light rush through her. It was like adrenalin, only it made her a lot more giddy and for a shorter amount of time. Freedom shot through her like a bullet through paper, it surged through her body in one solid wave and ever human hair that began to sprout from the dark skin began to rise and shivers were sent through her. It was at this point that Alice was most vulnerable, she had no control over herself while she was in the middle of changing from the dark creature of the night to the beautiful woman of the walk-way. Her legs became defined and a stunning figure was born to the naked eye. Alice Jackson stood proud, strutting towards the closet which held most of her clothes nowadays. She tended to keep many of them here considering the fact that after every change, Alice doesn't mold her clothes into the Panther form. Instead they simply rip apart or fall to the floor. She needed the collection of lush, expensive clothes to cover herself up when becoming human once again. It wasn't that she was ashamed of being naked. She adored it! She actually hated being clothed. Panther's didn't wear clothes, and after becoming comfortable with the feline creature, Alice had gotten used to being naked, and now feels more comfortable in it. Humans weren't created to cover up in the first place, were they? The very first humans didn't nip out of the cave to run into Dior and buy a very spectacular and expensive little black dress. Alice sifted through the massive amounts of dresses, jeans, blouses, cardigans and other pieces of clothing that were hung within this huge closet. She came across a very fitting, complimenting pair of black jeans that defined her beautiful, slender legs perfectly. For a top, Alice brought out a ruby red blouse with a ruffled v-lined collar. It's sleeves were equally as ruffled and only covered her shoulders. Leaving her arms open to be complimented by dark brown tribal bangles. When she was fully dressed, and a beautiful metal clip shaped into the ever so familiar form of an abstract black panther was placed gently into her hair, Alice checked herself out in the mirror. Her hair was perfect. Her eyes were glistening with the light that shone into the room. Her lips were full and bright scarlet. Her body was defined and beautifully curved, and the clothes she had chosen only emphasized these things. Her shoes, blood red gladiator sandals, with brown buckles. She made her way to the staircase, strutting. Her hips swayed form side to side and her hair bounced beautifully with each beautiful step forwards. The railings were graced with the touch of her hands as she stepped up the stairs seductively. It came natural to be so seductive and beautiful. She was a model, after all? The music and tone of voice became audible as she reached the door which led to the hallway of the second floor of the Channel 20 Studio Building. Alice laughed. It was a harmonious, angelic chuckle. She knew exactly what was going on, and walking into the room to see Keller using the pathetic video to help focus her deviate abilities made her laugh become even higher and louder. How stupid! How pathetic that Keller relied on someone else to help her powers improve. Couldn't she help herself?! "Struggling are we, Nicolette?"