THE FACE

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THE CHARACTER BASICS

Character's Name: Jamie Lynn Andrews
Character's Alias: Lynnie to a very select few.
Character's Age: 28
Character's Birthdate: January 21, 1985
Canon or Original Character: Original
Playby: Megan Fox

THE PERSONALITY

Likes: Cars and bikes (namely American made), music, the occasional drunken stupor, men (sometimes), menthol cigarettes... because anything else is no different than simply breathing, cats.
Dislikes: Prissy women (for obvious reasons), beer, smart cars, screaming metal.
Fears: Spiders (or any bugs for that matter because creepy crawly is just gross), death.
Weaknesses: Classic American Muscle, that first morning cigarette, family, love... or lack there-of, making friends.
Strengths: Driving/building/repairing/modding/upgrading cars, singing and dancing, unless highly inebriated, computers and anything technological.
Abilities: Again... Driving/building/repairing/modding/upgrading cars, singing and dancing, unless highly inebriated, computers and anything technological.
Hobbies: Do I really have to repeat the same things again? Lol. See Strengths and Abilities.
General Personality:

-Jaime is in a class all her own. There really are no words that rightfully describe her without going into detail. Not to say that she's an introvert, because she's not shy in the least, but Jamie isn't very skilled in the art of making friends. She's vulgar in a sense, straight forward and tells it like it is. She's not usually the one to make a very good first impression, and is too much of a 'guy' to have girlfriends. Though she keeps up with her own hair and makeup, she's not the prissy type that spends hours in the mirror, and generally doesn't have it easy when trying to strike up conversation with most women in her age bracket.... or any bracket for that matter. It also doesn't help that the only real friend she ever had moved away when they were only 11. That kind of scarred her in a sense, because she loved that boy despite the stigma about young kids 'falling in love'.

Jamie's family played a pretty large role in shaping her personality as well. Her mother was an ornery alcoholic, taunting and belittling Jamie any chance she was given... and some she wasn't given. That was, until she passed away. The only child, her father wanted a boy.... but instead, he got Jamie. That plays on one's psyche, especially when your father does everything possible to make you into the boy he always wanted.... save for the genital swap, that is. Between her Mother's constant ridicule and hurtful comments, and then her Father's not-so subtle tactics for making her the boy she should've been, Jamie's a bit... awkward at best, and has a hard time feeling like she actually 'fits in'. When around those few who 'get' her however, Jamie's spunky and fun. She's the type to sing with a soap brush in the shower, or pour beer on the buzzkill pouting in the corner just to get some kind of a reaction out of him.

Suffice to say.... Jamie's complicated.

THE APPEARANCE

- Jamie's short. Period. All of five foot nothin'. Well... 5'3 to be exact, but being vertically challenged doesn't effect anything else in her life. Eyes are a piercing arctic sort of aqua surrounded by a thick dark blue ring on the outskirts of the iris that make it's inner color pop out at you as though you were wearing 3D glasses while looking at her. She sports long chocolate locks of thick semi-curls, the longest layer reaching almost to her ass. She's a jeans and halter kind of girl, and you'll generally find grease or oil stains on much of her wardrobe, and if not that, at the very least under her nails due to the fact that ninety percent of her day is spent under the hood of a car.

That's definitely not to say that she can't clean herself up when she wants to... but there needs to be a really good reason.

THE HISTORY

Father: Paul Andrews    
Mother: Cindy Andrews
Siblings: None
Marital Status: Single
Children: None
Other Important Family Members: Grandmother
History:

Jamie had it pretty hard as a child, growing up with a nasty alcoholic for a mother and a father who'd have rather she wore briefs instead of panties. That wasn't to say her parent's didn't love her... they just each had their own... unique way of showing it. Seeing as how her mother spent most of her time tipping the bottle however, Jamie found comfort at a very young age working with her father in his garage. Born in Amarillo, Texas, Jamie's Dad decided he'd rather work for himself than any corporation, so he packed his family up and moved them to Chicago, IL where he took his skill and knowledge and opened up a Garage of his own. As Jamie got older, she found herself enjoying it more and more, despite being unpaid, she saw it as more a hobby than a job. Once she thought she was good enough, Jamie began branching out and doing a little side work of her own, modding cars for local street racers.... That was, until her father caught wind.

See, Mr. Andrews was a Southern man with old values and didn't believe in the type of racers this young punk generation was producing and prohibited Jamie from using his garage for any such things. That said, Jamie began doing so elsewhere and made her own money on the side. Ironic that a car accident would claim Mr. Andrews' life when Jamie was 26. Jamie inherited his shop, but believing she could make much better money expanding the types of jobs, decided to sell it and move it to L.A. where the real street racers were.

It took roughly a little over a year to sell, and with it being a buyers market, she didn't get nearly as much as she wanted for it, but after finding a nice sized building for the shop in L.A., Jamie packed every last belonging she had inside her 1969 Dodge Challenger, had everything from her father's shop transferred to the new shop and set off toward California.

THE RIDES

'69 Dodge Challenger. This beast was originally released to the public as the 1970 model, but came out in 69 so in Jamie's mind, it's the '69 Challenger. This one in particular started out as scrap being brought into her father's shop for parts, but Jamie saw potential when she looked at the old girl... She knew there was much more than just scrap parts and metal under that hood, so she bought it from her father. The road to what you see now was long, and at some points, Jamie almost gave up, but in the long run it paid off. Original 426-Hemi modded to get up to 600HP, manual transmission.... needless to say, this is Jamie's baby.

THE ROLEPLAY SAMPLE

It'd been a long trip to Chicago, but it'd all be worth while once she got her hands on who she was after. Onyx had been given an assignment just prior to this little trip in Dubai to assassinate a vampire who'd been weaseling his way into and exploiting Russian drug cartel, smuggling whatever he could from any given location and having his own contacts sell the stolen goods while he sat back reaping the benefits. Though it wasn't the most honest job she'd done, money was money, and the man responsible for payment was offering a very large sum of it for this guy's head. The current employer at the time was Vadim Azarov, a Russian Drug Lord who ranked pretty high on the chain. Her target was a Muslim by the name of Mohammed Salim who'd fled to Dubai after his last raid on Azarov's last shipment. Salim's attacks, though expected, happened randomly and Azarov had reached his wits end unable to find the mole leaking information to her target. Unbeknownst to Onyx, something even bigger was about to go down in Dubai just as she was heading toward hitting her mark.

Lenny, her main and only go-to guy, had done all the research necessary on Salim as well as Azarov, confirming the status of the situation to give her the go ahead. Lenny blended in with society as a nobody who stayed way under the radar, but was in all reality likely one of the most technologically brilliant geniuses of his time. This was all purposely done of course as a necessity for what he oddly did as a hobby. Hacking. Luckily for Onyx, to make a long story short, they happened upon each other in the midst of one of her jobs by sheer coincidence, and their business relationship blossomed there after.... but that's another story for another time.

Onyx tailed Salim to Dubai where he'd taken up temporary residence with a few friends of friends to lay low after his last, and what she would make sure was his final, job. She studied his movements for several weeks, creating a profile of his most known hangouts, and where he'd likely be at the time she'd set for the hit. It was supposed to be a smooth, easy set up. She'd scoped out the building adjacent to the one Salim was to be, mapping out the easiest escape routes and getting a feel for the flow and the layout of the area itself. What the crowds were like at certain times of the day and evening, what shops stayed open, etc. Finally after much preparation, everything was in place. The plan was sound as it's execution should've been....

...Unfortunately, things didn't happen at all as they were supposed to.

As Onyx finished setting up for the hit, she settled her rifle, a CheyTac M200 Intervention along with it's ballistics computer and tracked the weather, despite having done so many times throughout the day, just to be on the safe side. After, she attached both the AN/PVS-14 night vision module as well as the sound suppressor. Both had just recently been upgraded, and Onyx couldn't help but smile at the noticeable difference just in the clarity of the night vision itself by comparison to what she'd been using prior. The rifle came stock with a muzzle break, but it didn't have quite the whist she wanted and thus, felt the upgrade to the sound suppressor a necessity... especially for this job. Hopefully it was worth the several thousand dollars she'd paid for it, but only time would tell.

Roughly about half an hour had passed before Onyx finally had a glimpse of Salim. He appeared to be on his way out, but just as she was preparing herself for the inevitable shot, the ground below began to rumble and quake. People came flooding down the streets, and amidst the crowds, Salim appeared to have mixed himself within and disappeared before she could get a clear enough view. Besides that, there were way too many civilians rushing around in a panicked frenzy to even make an attempt, so the entire operation had been blown. Onyx hurriedly packed up her gear and fled from the rooftop through her originally planned escape route and made haste toward her car parked in the tower next door and placed everything on her within the trunk. Having no idea what was going on, all she could see were clouds of smoke before the second wave hit. This time, she physically heard the explosion and realized then that something elsewhere was going horribly wrong. That wouldn't be the last she'd feel however, and she knew Salim would flee the country for sure with all of this happening. Still, Onyx felt it wise to wait it out for a day or so before following for several reasons. One of the main being that she'd need that time to pinpoint his next destination. Knowing with all the commotion going on in the city streets she'd never make it through driving, Onyx decided to leave the car, which was a rental under a false alias anyway, for the time being and retrieve her belongings from it as soon as she was able. Everything was clean, and she'd already ensured that there would be evidence leading back to her should anything be found anyways, so she'd dump it all if absolutely necessary.... but what a waste of a beautiful weapon that'd be....

Moments later, she received a call from Lenny telling her to be careful and explaining that several buildings had been demolished already for currently unknown reasons.

"I'm already aware, love. I'm not too far from where it's actually happening, but keep me updated if you get any further information."

"Will do, but stay low. This is already drawing in a lot of attention from the media and I'm sure the feds here are going to be all over this if it has anything to do with the U.S. The last thing we need is any unwanted attention diversions, if you catch my drift?"

Lenny was always so eloquent with words.

"Don't worry about me, Lenny. I'll be fine. You know me."

"I know I do... hence the worry."

With a smug grin, Onyx ended the call and turned her phone off, stuffing it into her pocket before locking the car door and going down to mingle into the crowd to see if she could get a better view of what was happening. Once on the street, she entered a store nearby to see several television screens all lined up in a row playing the live news reports of the bombings....

"What the..."

Suddenly from outside, Onyx noticed both from the windows as well as the confirmation of what she saw on the television screens, how eerily dark the sky drew around... was that the Burj Khalifa? Choppers buzzing around drew back as one of the strangest phenomenon she'd ever witnessed ensued. Stepping back outside, the cracking of lightning and the booms of the thunder emitted from the sky were most definitely unnatural.... And then, all at once it was as if it'd never happened. The darkness retreated and the sky went back to it's normal brilliancy.... Rethinking her original plan, Onyx decided it might be better to simply get the hell out of dodge while the getting was good....

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-Later.... Landing In Spain-

After having contacted Azarov regarding the current status of the situation, he arranged for his private plane which brought Onyx to Spain until anything further was uncovered. Just as it landed, after turning on her phone, she noticed a voicemail from Lenny.

"You might want to reconsider your current plans. Salim is on his way here, to Chicago. Don't worry about how I know, just get your ass here pronto before he ups and books on us again."

Chicago? It'd been years since she'd been anywhere near the states. Their Government was far too nosy and had their hands mingled farther in the lives of their citizens than the populace realized. Their theory of 'Knowledge is Power' was sometimes taken to much farther extremes than it should be, and unless it was absolutely necessary, Onyx chose to avoid the situation all together. Unfortunately, this wouldn't be one of those instances, so she immediately called Azarov who then sent further instructions to his pilots. Not even in Spain for more than an hour, Onyx found herself on her way to Chicago, Illinois. Though she wasn't too thrilled about it, at least she'd be able to see Lenny in person again. It'd been years. Too many, honestly. Sure, they spoke visually over the computer and such, but he'd been the closest thing to a friend she'd had in a very long time. In the meantime, she spent the remainder of time on the plane going over any and all information on present day Chicago, knowing full well how much cities change over the course of time. Thus was life.... or life after death in her case.

Along the way, Onyx had forwarded the landing destination to Lenny to ensure a car would be awaiting her, but to her surprise, she saw Lenny himself standing there with a stupid smirk across his face.

"I figured I'd give you something better than a limo." He said with silly sarcasm as he waved his hand off toward his car.

"Shall we?"

Onyx only grinned, shaking her head as she walked toward Lenny.

"You do realize that I find you utterly ridiculous sometimes, right?"

"Well what kind of gentleman would I be if I sent some stuffy old limo to drive you all alone to where you'll be staying? Besides, who wants a limo when you can ride in both comfort and style?" He retorted as he opened the door for Onyx to step into the passenger seat. Though she wanted to laugh, she stifled it instead not wanting to hurt Lenny's ego in any way, feeling that even though he stated the remark sarcastically, he somewhat meant it. Lenny had money, as Onyx well knew since it was she who paid him and also knew of his trust fund, but he chose a rather meager living despite the fact. So in a sense, not appreciating his vehicle would likely hurt his feelings, even if he wouldn't show it.

"Seeing as we're somewhat on the subject, where will I be staying since you seem to have it already figured out?"

"I've set you up at the Ramada Downtown. It's swanky, but nothing over the top. Your ID's, Passport and whatnot is all in the glove."

Onyx stared at him funny. "The Glove?"

Lenny gave her a look as if to say "Really?"... "Yeah, you know, the glove? Glove box? Glove Compartment?... That little handle built into the dashboard in front of where you're sitting that conveniently opens a compartment to hold all the usually unnecessary or random shit you're either too lazy to throw out, don't have anywhere else to put or only need when some asshole cop pulls you over?"

"You're lucky I need your eyes on the road. Don't worry. I'll be sure to remember your lack of knowledge on Irish slang when I bring you to Dublin with me someday. They just love thick Americans."

"Thick doesn't sound so bad. Thick is way better than fat in my book anyways. Did I ever mention how incredibly attractive your semi-accent is by the way?"

Onyx hauled off and slapped him with a laugh.

"Just drive, Lenny."

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After Lenny had explained and gone over everything with her on the way to the hotel, He dropped her off with the promise that he'd call her immediately once he established Salim's whereabouts. Onyx checked in under the alias of Kahlan Oshea, and was finally settled within a comfortable suite where went through all her belongings and began organizing her weapons. Only an hour had passed before she'd gotten the call from Lenny, only it wasn't entirely about Salim.

"Okay, so I've got the location where Salim is gonna be tonight from a few trusted sources, but there's something else that's a little... odd. I just got new intel on a possible client looking for a hit on somebody in the very same club.... tonight. The job came with a hundred thousand in the envelope with the guarantee of another hundred thou once it's done."

"Something doesn't sit right about that one.... Find out what you can and get back to me. I've got some work to do. Set up the job anyway and send me all the info on Salim, this supposed target, and also the club. Make sure you keep me updated with whatever else you can dig up."

"Already on it. You should be getting it any second. Oh, and I've already taken the liberty of renting you a car. The keys are at the front desk and the car is already in the lot. I think you'll be quite pleased."

"Thanks, Love. You're the best. We'll talk later."

Once the call was ended, Onyx immediately began rummaging through her clothes for something suitable. She wasn't used to clubs like the one she'd be going to, so what to wear wasn't necessarily an easy decision. After going through several items, she came upon the best ensemble she could imagine for the evening and began setting out all the necessary weaponry she'd be taking along. Just after, she went to her computer to scan over the file of the mark she was supposed to be searching for tonight other than Salim. It was a little too convenient that the two would just so happen to be at the very same place on the exact same night... But this was her last shot at Salim, so why not take the risk and possibly kill two birds with one stone? If this was some sort of set up, at least she'd be going in prepared. She'd gotten out of sour situations before, so this wouldn't be the first.... but then she came across the sentence reading '..."turned by Marcus Van Haggan." ' That set her off entirely. Whether the suspicion was there or not, this was somehow tied with information on Marcus, and that right there was enough for her.

The mark was a man by the name of Matthew Hyde. Some thousand year old vampire with a penchant for illegal smuggling and drug cartel, and apparently a thirst for blood of all ages. Onyx scanned over the rest of the file and decided... 'Fuck it'. It was all or nothing anyway, right? If she didn't go, she'd possibly lose Salim again, and that would not make Azarov happy. Once she'd secured the address to the club and wrote it down, she closed her laptop and put her phone on call forwarding to the earpiece she'd be using to keep in touch with Lenny in case he found something before she did.  

Leaving her hair down, Onyx did her makeup and finished concealing the necessary arsenal in it's appropriate places. She hopped around and sparred basically with herself, throwing around a few punches and kicks to ensure everything stayed in place before fluffing her hair, applying some lip gloss and exiting the room. She turned heads as she strolled through the lobby and toward the the desk, asking the clerk for the keys left for her. The clerk smiled and asked for an ID, which she presented and was then handed a set of two keys and a locking device. Likely one for the car itself and the other for the trunk. Lenny knew she hated cars that used the same key... Call it a quirk.  

Once she was out in the lot, Onyx pushed the unlock button and heard the distinct boop boop noise as she spotted the flashing headlights. Once she got close enough to see the actual car, a broad smile crossed her lips.

"Oh, Lenny. You know me too well." She said to herself as she opened the door and got inside. Plush interior to boot. "I wonder how he managed to get this...." But with Lenny, anything was possible really.

Programing the GPS with the address, Onyx took off and headed toward her destination.

Play Me

The ride wasn't horribly long, and once she'd pulled up, she noticed that it was basically out in the middle of nowhere. Not horribly odd though, considering this was a nest of vampires. The scent of fresh blood drifted into her nose before she'd even arrived. This place must draw in vampires from all over the place. As she got out and placed the keys into a small pocket on the inside of inner wall of the belt hem at the backside of her hip and strolled up to the doors. Two burly men stood outside, one smiling at her.

"Well, are you gonna let me in or what, handsome?"

"There's supposed to be a cover, but I guess since you're getting here late, I'll let it slide. Maybe come see me once the party's over, yeah?

"You got it, tough guy."

It wasn't too horribly difficult to mimic the American accent, but it would really only be necessary on this guy just to make sure there was no suspicion upon entering. The door was opened and before her was a frenzy of strobing lights and... blood. The scent was intoxicating, but luckily for her, she'd fed on a few fresh bloodbags Lenny had brought for the drive to the hotel. She did need a drink however, walking over to the make-shift looking bar and leaning against the counter. While she waited for the tender to notice her, Onyx took the time to scope out her surroundings, looking for any sign of Salim or this Matthew. She did spy the catwalks above, but just barely due to the poor sources of light.

"What'll it be, gorgeous?"

Her attention was caught by the gruff voice of the bartender. "Vodka, straight up on the rocks." She said, pulling a hundred from the same pocket as her keys and sliding it toward him. "And keep them coming. Also, you wouldn't happen to have any of those little toothpicks with the colored umbrellas, would you? I'm feeling a little.... fun tonight." she said with a coy smile. The man nodded and turned around. Just as he did, some jock douchebag looking guy seemed to pop up out of nowhere next to her. Just as she turned her head slightly to get a good enough view of him, he licked the blood from the corner of his lip while nodding at her as if he thought he had this in the bag.  

"I've been looking for a girl like you all night, baby."

Onyx rose a brow at how cocky this guy's ego was before taking the glass now finally settled in front of her and draining it completely. Setting it down after, she swallowed with an audible whispered 'Ahh'.

"Sorry baby, but I'm afraid you're just gonna have to keep on looking."

"Why would I keep looking when I like what I see right here?"

Not being one to tolerate arrogance, Onyx turned and shoved the bottom end of the toothpick into the guy's eye. "Really? How's the view now?"

The guy ripped the object from his cornea while damn near crying and whining in the process as the bartender looked at her in an obviously irritated manner. "What?! It's just a flesh wound. He'll live."

"You're one crazy ass bitch." the guy said before hurrying away from her as fast as he could, still covering his eye in the process.

"I like to keep my customers coming back honey. Don't make me have to throw you outta here." She could tell he wasn't necessarily pissed, as it was obvious that he found the the whole thing amusing by the smirk on his lips, but she nodded anyway. "I promise I'll try and be a good girl from now on." The bartender just laughed lightly and shook his head. "Alright. But this is your only warning. And no more umbrella toothpicks for you." He pointed at her with a grin before refilling her glass. Onyx feigned a pout before returning her attention to her drink as the bartender walked off to serve the next person. This one however, the dirty-blond sipped at her drink as she turned around and leaned against the counter, casually looking around but not seeing who it was that she was looking for. It was apparent that she'd have to mingle a little better into the crowd at this point....

THE PLAYER

About You (The Role Player):
Your Name: Jamie's fine!
Your Age: 30... (I told you I'm crotchety)
RP Experience: I've been writing since before forums existed... Back when AOHell IM based RP was the only thing available. So say roughly about 16 years? Maybe more? I lost track... it's been so long. o.o
How we can contact you:
AIM: alessamalone
Email: [e-mail]
I'm hardly ever on YIM, but if you use that specifically, let me know and I'll give you my SN.

Accepted, I think you have one of the longest RP samples ever well done and welcome to the game!