Jinx Blade

Jinx Blade
Player: @Saucy Mynx
Origin:	Magic
Archetype:	Scrapper
Security Level:	50
Personal Data
Real Name:	Camille Celeste Spencer
Known Aliases:	Cam, Jinx
Species:	Human
Age:	25
Height:	5 1/2 feet
Weight:	Lighter than you might think
Eye Color:	Startling blue
Hair Color:	Raven black
Biographical Data
Citizenship:	Confidential
Occupation:	Filing at City Hall, Hero
Place of Birth:	Scottsbluff, NE
Current Residence:	Confidential
Marital Status:	Single
Known Relatives:	Lowell and Sarah Spencer (parents), Colton (brother)
Known Powers
Magic enhanced fighting, jumping, etc.
Known Abilities
Growing skills in sword fighting
Equipment
Dubhrealta
Footnotes
No additional information available.

Cam, in her words.

(( While this is given IC, please refrain from using it IC unless you've actually been told it by Cam or someone who would know. ))

Peas in a Pod.

He was seven years older than her.. Lowell James Spencer, local high school music teacher, had decided to take the night and walk around the local fair. While waiting for a funnel cake, he met Sarah Jane Adams. They started talking and he learned that she was visiting her aunt for the summer before returning home to finish college. They were 28 and 21 years old. The attraction was mutual, and being the kind of man he is, dad asked both her aunt and called her father for permission to see her romantically. They dated through the summer, and corresponded through the rest of the year. On their one year anniversary, he flew out to surprise her and propose. Deciding on a small wedding, they married two months later. While they were happy, they wanted a family... It took them ten years before Mom got pregnant... but when she did, it was with twins.

September fifteenth. At ten fifteen in the morning, Colton Samuel Spencer was born. Five pounds, four ounces, head covered in soft blonde fuzz. Twenty-three minutes later, I showed up. Camille Celeste Spencer. Five pounds, two ounces, head full of black hair. They tell us that we were inseperable from the start. When they laid us in the crib, we would stay as close as possible, sometimes even seeming to hold hands. When we were three we had our own language, and at six we were already completing each other's sentences. Not out of any mutation or mind link.. we just knew each other that well.

Sweet Music.

When we were ten, we both became interested in music. I mean, beyond the singing and goofing off with music we had done till then... We were... eager to swim in it. Colton wanted his fingers to dance over the keys of a piano, manipulating the ebony and ivory into beautiful music. As for me? Bach's Cello Suites had become a favorite of mine. Dad had a few recordings and nothing spoke to my heart like the melancholy but sweet sound of that instrument. I longed to put my fingers to the strings and draw the bow across and play my own aching music. And so we spoke to our parents and for our eleventh birthday we got our instruments and began lessons.

We were elated. Time we used to spend outside at the playground turned to practice... and before long we were making our own tunes up. Some solos... but our favorites were the duets. Colton had a gift for the piano. Watching him you could tell that he loved it more than anything, it was almost a part of him... and he told me once it was the same to watch me with the cello. It wouldn't surprise me, I had taken quickly to it. The strings and bow felt... right.

Before long it became my escape... my expression... When I felt angry or sad or elated... when some people wrote or fought, I played. Often finding Colton joining in before I realized he was in the room.

We took lessons for seven years and before we had graduated high school, both knew we wanted to further study music. We applied to Manhattan School of Music and were both accepted. We were almost gleeful to be packing up our things after graduation. Mom and Dad, though they did feel a bit of sadness over it, were still happy and encouraging to us. I had been accepted as a double major in cello and composition. I had grand plans and was eager to follow them.

A Fairy Tale.

We arrived and quickly settled into the housing, making friends within the first few weeks. Jess, Colby, Natalie... a handful of us became quite close knit. We took to going out on friday nights, looking for a place to invade. One with music and atmosphere and fun... and we found it. The Copper Flute. It was a pub, really. But the ambience was perfect. Jess, Colby and Natalie ended up gigging there a few times, their specialty being Irish music.

That's where I met Bran. It was November 12th of our third year...We had gone to The Copper Flute for a night out, taking a break from practice and studies to simply live the music. They were playing that night, Cole and I dancing and singing along. Then they decided to try a new song, one Cole had been working on. The Lady's Club, it was called... a half bawdy, half ironic song about ..well, I'll let you use your imagination. Anyhow, Cole joined them on stage and they started. Piano, two fiddles, and a pipe... it was lively and I couldn't help but throw myself into dancing with the music.

A third of the way through the song, I felt a hand on the small of my back. Turning, I danced right into him. He was tall, his hair a few shades darker than mine, features that -while not gorgeous- definitely caught the eye. His dark hair was shaggy and hung over his ears, and he had this smile that just drew me in. We smiled to each other than he found the beat and spun me out, perfectly working his way into my dance. I admit I was terribly flattered. I don't consider myself very beautiful... pretty, yes, but most attention went to Natalie while we were in a group. To have him so focused on me, not even noticing her, was very flattering. And it didn't stop even when the music did. He introduced himself. "Bran MacShee, my luv. Who do I have the pleasure of speakin' to?" That heavy Irish accent of his... I admit I fell right there.

I introduced myself, and then Cole, who had joined us after the song. They got along well, and I took that as a good sign. We stayed at The Copper Flute for a few more hours. When it came time to leave, Bran followed me to the door and asked to see me again. I assured him we'd be back the next week, he said he would see me then. And he did.

From there, we began to date. It was wonderful. He was thoughtful, complimentary, charming... So much so, that when Cole began to express his doubts about Bran, I told him he was being ridiculous. It was one of the few true fights he and I had, but not the worst. That would come later.

Our relationship grew deeper, heavier, until one night we took it deeper physically. And it changed everything.

You Get What You Wish For

Not only was Bran's face handsome, but his body was. Athletically toned, arms that make you internally beg to be held... and the most beautiful tattoos I had ever seen. They covered his body, save for his hands and face... blue whorls, geometric patterns and marks that were almost script, tendrils curling in on themselves... breath-takingly intriguing. I had not cared for tattoos before then, not many, at least... and his entranced me. I spent hours idly running my finger over the raised patterns, held in his arms or against him. They were the most beautiful thing I'd seen, so I thought. Young, deeply emotionally attatched... and I told him so.

He grinned at me. Kissed me. Made love to me. I told him again. Told him I loved him, and that no matter what someone may say about his markings, I adored them and would even be happy to have them myself. I wished for them in my heady-love state. He laughed at me, kissed me, lulled me to sleep, and the next morning sent me to class.

I forgot I had said that until the following weekend. He picked me up with the declaration that I was to meet his mother. We had been dating for five months. I was nervous, happy, and shocked at once. He must be as serious as I was if I was being introduced to family, forget that he never returned my sentiment of love... Surely he was just shy of saying it... waiting for the right time.

We drove to Greenwich Village, I couldn't tell you more than that... I hadn't paid much attention to the directions, more interested in the conversation, company and view than I was knowing where exactly she lived. We pulled into a small parking place infront of a beautiful brick building and went inside, then took the stairs to the second floor. Bran knocked and the door was opened by a beautiful woman. You could tell there was family resemblance. They had the same eyes. That deep, dark green that drew you in and reminded you of lush moss. She almost didn't look old enough to be his mother, her lithe frame toned and free of any wrinkles.

I should have paid more attention. I should have done lots of things, really, but I didn't, and there is no changing that. She greeted me, invited me in, sat me down to dinner. We spoke of my love for music, my plans, my feelings for Bran, my adoration of his unique markings... I can't recall if he said anything of his feelings for me... I do know my head began to swim. I'm sure, now, that it was the food and drink. Before long the room was spinning and I told Bran I didn't feel well. Smiling, he took me to a room to lay down.

Things became rather fuzzy for a while. You know those fun houses... all the twists and turns and mirrors and dark lights that do everything to confuse you? Well, add that to the half asleep "Am I dreaming or awake" state of mind and mix in a bit of how they say an LSD trip is and you get the idea. I swam in and out of consciousness, Bran's face in my vision at times, at others I saw his mother's face, others the ceiling or the pillow...Vision swimming and hazing....Now and then feeling the pain as Bran worked a thin copper stylus, etching my skin.

I'm not sure how long it took.... I know time passed. At least a few days... When he was done, I was returned. Fully clothed, deposited somehow in my bed. I woke up to the frantic whispering and worried looks of Cole and the others. I'd been missing, my phone somehow left in the room, though I could have sworn I'd taken it with me. And now, without explanation I had returned, marked to near death, most of what Bran had done was still scabbed over. Besides being so fully scarred and marked, I was disoriented.

That was when we had our big fight. Cole had been right. I didn't want to hear it. I was .. angry... I'd been wrong, I'd been used, I'd been... abused - physically, my trust, mentally... and now he wanted to 'talk' about it. It was too much for me. Part of me knew he was simply concerned about me, he loved me dearly... but at that moment, I couldn't handle it and I told him to leave me alone. Forever. It tore my heart in half seeing the expression on his face when I said that... but I couldn't take it back.

He left. The others followed to give me space. And I decided to give them more. I packed my stuff into two duffle bags, grabbed my cello... and left.

And Then You Deal With It

I emptied all but five hundred dollars out of my bank account. Left New York and moved south. Just into the northern border of Rhode Island. I had started to feel rather ill. Tired, somewhat nauseous, and my head was hurting. Not to mention the itching from the marks healing up. Granted, they seemed to heal quite fast, fading from the red scabs to a pale white ridge within a week.

While those healed up quickly, my nausea and pain grew worse. I stopped going to work, throwing up when my headache became worse... curled up in the dark, unable to move, unable to handle light. I checked into the hospital a couple times... they were able to abate the pain slightly with super painkillers, but it always came back. Two months it went on.

And then Bran showed up again. If I hadn't been a whimpering crying mess, I would have lunged at him and raged. As it was, I could only manage to imagine it. He stood over me, then dared to bend down and pick me up, carrying me to bed. His voice was soft- I never hated it more than I did at that moment- soft, sweet, and seemingly concerned for me as he asked if I was okay. He brushed at my hair, and in my pain, for a while, I could have sworn he had nothing to do with my situation.

He offered to help. Told me he knew how to make it better. That accent that made my knees weak slipped into my mind and in my desperation to get rid of the pain, I believed him. I asked him to help, asked for HIS help and he simply held out a sword to me. "Take it, luv. It will ease your hurtin'." Without thinking much, I grasped the blade and... I have to admit Bran was right. It did help, but not before the surge.

The moment I made contact, I felt intense pressure building up in the marks all over my body, feeling like I was going to burst. My headache became painfully intense for thirty seconds and lancing pain shot through my chest and as I opened my eyes, the room glowed blue. Then it was suddenly over. I pulled the blade toward me, body hugging it in my exhuasted state and fell asleep, the pain abating amid the sound of Bran's deep laughter. The last I remember of Bran was his soft voice saying good bye to myself and Dubhrealta.

How to Make the Best of Things

I was later told that I slept for three days, woke up, ate, drank, showered, passed out again for another two. Finally, my body righted itself and settled back into a semblance of normalcy. The pain had drastically reduced, and for a few weeks it was actually gone. And then it began again.

Slowly at first, then it got worse... a week later and holding the blade didn't help. The more I held it, the more I felt I should be doing something with it... but what? I didn't know how to handle a blade, much less manage to hold it well enough to hit something (or someone) with the sharp end. Still, the more I debated it, the more it felt as if I needed to do just that. I left the house that night and jogged around, dressed in a pair of black pants and a green hooded sweatshirt. I ran for a good hour and had decided to head back home when I heard a cry.

Turning the corner into an alleyway, I saw a pair of men attacking a woman. They were tearing at her jacket, pushing her, mocking her, tugging at her purse. I felt the nudge to intervene and slipped down the alley, haphazardly weilding the black curved blade. The men ignored my warning to leave the woman alone and the next thing I know, I'm swinging the blade, the markings on my body are glowing and .. well... someone lost a hand, and it wasn't myself or the woman.

The incident led to a big mess. The woman, while glad I'd gotten her out of the situation, was terrified to be in the same room as me, called me a demon spawn... the man who lost his hand sued me... Luckily it fell through when his rap sheet ended up being longer than anyone wanted to barter him out of.

And I moved again. This time further into the state of Rhode Island. I was running low on cash and ended up finding a place in King's Row in Paragon. The place was less than desirable, small, and right across from construction. But it was big enough for myself, the cello, a sword and my stuff. So I settled in.

The landlord was old, glad to have another renter, and even more glad when he saw my blade. The other tennants proved to be a mixture of older people and young trouble. One evening, as I was staring at the blade, I heard a man's voice in the hall. I started to pay attention and learned that one of the tennants was drunk and late on rent. He had come back to a notice from the landlord and became angry. I stepped into the hall, hoping to calm him down until he was less drunk and learned that he also had the ability to throw people through the air with more strength than the average human. I hit the wall pretty hard and he turned his attention back to the landlord. It made me angry. I admit it... and so I went back to the apartment and claimed Dubhrealta.

He looked back at me, scoffed, then came toward me. As he reached to grab my arm to throw me once more, I swung the blade and ended up cutting deep into his arm. He didn't like that much and started to lunge at me again. I ran to the front door and he followed. Five minutes of fighting left him with three emergency room worthy gashes and me with a broken arm. Still, he sobered up in the hospital and apologized to the landlord later.

My rent went down slightly after that, and the landlord suggested I register with city hall before anyone try coming after me. So I did.

I decided to give myself an alias. Used some of the money I had left on a downpayment to Icon... and Jinx Blade appeared a few weeks later. I managed to find a job running paperwork at City Hall thanks to a couple suggestions from the registrar, and was able to pay off the 'costume' within a couple months.

It felt as if things were slowly coming together. I noticed that each time I -used- the blade, any pain or nausea began to abate. I also noticed my eyesight sharpened when I fought. And that there was a different feeling.. an uncomfortable pressure behind my eyes that I could not at the time explain. Still, if it kept the lancing headaches away, I would deal with it and use the black blade.

I didn't do much, not then. I spent most of my time scaring off the 'bad guys' from the apartment... Or away from the old women walking around the lake in Atlas... Little things that wouldn't draw much attention... There was no need for attention, anyhow. It was not as if I had any formal training.

Abe and the Blade A year went by. I was slowly getting better. Not that I trusted myself with any real fights... but I began to help out more... joining small groups of heroes to tackle small groups of hellions or the like. Mention was made after one fight of Pocket D. I was off that day and figured I may as well go check it out. I changed back into normal clothes, left Dubhrealta at the apartment and headed to the club.

It half reminded me of how things were before Bran. The partying... the friendships... Colton. I stood alone and listened to the banter and talk... Not sure why I stayed. I didn't exactly like the memories. But I did stay for about an hour.. and went back a couple days later.

The return visit changed things for me. I had fought with him a couple times before... helping vaguely as the group took out a few cells of Warriors. I had to admit he was disarmingly attractive. Abe joined me as I sat against the railing, handing me a Dr. Pepper. We began to talk. Nothing important, nothing invasive. It was comfortable... So comfortable that I let myself forget about my markings... and my past with Bran... and let myself begin to drop my guard.

We talked continually after that... and soon began to date. During one of our talks, he asked about Dubhrealta. I gave him a .. brief history... then talked about the headaches, the vision improvement, and the pressure. Abe asked to see the blade and I handed it over... or, rather, handed -him- over. (( Work in Progress! ))

The Gestalt Factor

(( coming soon! ))

Bran Returns

(( coming soon! ))

Cam, from another perspective.

Appearance

Thanks to a combination of pilates, swordplay and (don't tell) belly dancing classes at the gym, Cam's body is decently toned while maintaining her feminine curves. She stands at roughly five foot six in bare feet. Her soft, pale skin sets off the bright blue eyes and long black hair; the combination of which leads to a dramatic, while not necessarily gorgeous, appearance. She would not call herself beautiful, pretty perhaps, striking maybe, but not beautiful. Her teeth are slightly uneven, the barest hint of a gap visible between her two front teeth. Not enough to bother her to fix it, but enough that it is not perfect.

She has a slight spattering of freckles over her shoulders and, oddly enough, on her knees. Her ears are singly pierced, typically filled with simple silver hoops or studs.

The most noticable feature, however, are her markings. Covering her skin from wrist to wrist, neck to toe is an intricate network of raised marks. Pencil thin lines that cover her light skin in white whorls, tendrils, curls, and almost what looks to be letters or symbols. They're raised just enough that to run your finger over her skin would feel like tracing over veins on the underside of a leaf. They remain a white color unless she is fighting, and then they seem to glow with a soft blue.

Personality

In contrast to her former self, the Fae rune-bound Camille is a mixture of confidence and quiet shyness. Her failure to believe her brother and break things off with Bran before things went wrong caused her to draw into herself somewhat. The added pressure of having a sword that can talk to her at anytime, and the need to release the built-up magic seems to have enforced the quietness. Though it takes her a bit to fully relax around someone, it does happen. She becomes more outgoing, smiling more frequently and easily laughing.

While fighting, Jinx is serious, often chatting to Dubhrealta and her teammates in a strong confident voice. She pushes through her pain, sometimes to the point of ignoring open wounds, to finish the job. Though she pays for this behavior later, she tends to get the job done with no complaining.

Abilities and Weaknesses

Cam has trained under Dubhrealta's rather harsh oversight since not long after she received him. She is becoming a rather formidable swordswoman, though she would quickly admit that she needs more help. The magic coursing through her system expends itself during her fights, helping her hone her vision, aim, footing and form.

Her most glaring weakness is Dubhrealta himself. Without the sword, she is no more than a walking blackhole for ambient magic. Being unable to use the sword to release the magic sends her into crippling migraines and further illness. At its worst point, she has passed out for a full two days due to the pain. Because Fey magic does not always blend well with human anatomy, not having the release could, potentially, be fatal.

The marks given to her by Bran and his mother work to absorb any ambient magic around her, building up in her system until she can release it. While fighting, the magic rapidly flows between herself and the blade, acting as a honing device to enable her to hit more accurately. On the other side, the magic enables her to focus her will, fighting through her pain and tiredness.

Beyond that, she is human. Bones break, will does too. Her mind is somewhat protected thanks to Dubhrealta, but that is also lessened should she lose possession of him.

The Sword

Dubhrealta is an old sword. Made of a fae-wrought silver that went black during the forging, the blade winds from side to side, causing wicked yet rather deep cuts. The handle is covered in a pale blue opalescent grip and capped with more of the same black metal. The blade never seems to nick or wear out.

Though he is a blade, he is more than that. Bound by magic, he seems to be living. And there is bad blood between him and Bran, though he refuses to explain what it is. From bits that Cam has caught, he seems to have previously not been a sword. She isn't sure if she fully believes it, but considering Bran and his family, she is not fully ready to brush it off as imagination. Other comments seem to indicate that he has been in this form for upwards of 70 years.

Who is Who

Friends

• Abe - Abe was one of the few friends she had in Paragon, and a relationship blossomed from that into something deeper. However, in his dealing with The Headliners, he took a trip to Japan, and she has not seen him since.

• Drei - Drei is one of the girls in The Gestalt Factor, and Cam finds her to be quiet, but friendly. She has so far enjoyed most of the interactions they have had, even if those interactions involve hints and pushes toward a certain Blue Mage. Cam is glad for the push toward Jojo, and thinks it has done a bit to get things moving in that relationship. THe more time they spend together, the closer they become and the more Cam finds herself enjoying Drei's company. Without a doubt, Drei is one of the closest people to Cam at this point in time.

• Warlocked - A tall red being of at least partial Fae and demonic origin, Camille met him recently when she was allowed to stray from her not-quite prison to the D. Though she doesn't have much freedom when it comes to company, she is finding his company entertaining and comforting.

• Max - A colleague of The Gestalt Factor, Max is one of the 'Primals' who have agreed to help with the group. He's an able healer, all around nice guy, and entertaining to boot. Though she may shy up when it comes to certain requests (singing during missions, anyone?), she's more than happy to have him along. Max is one of the few people Cam is coming to feel she could tell almost anything to. If nothing else, he is a dear friend to her and she would not hesitate to protect him or hug him.

• Vee - Praetorian speedster and lover of hotwings, Volo is one of the three leaders of the Gestalt Factor. She admires his fighting abilities, and his general laid-back attitude, and has to agree with Dubhrealta that he is amusing.

• Jojo - Jojo... Attractive, confusing and mysterious Blue Mage. For a while, the two of them went back and forth with their emotions, then settled into a dating relationship. However, his long hours at work and study, and the following disappearance from reality took their toll on the relationship and Cam recently called it off. If, somehow, he makes it back to their plane perhaps things will pick back up... Cam, however, feels as if this is just another failed relationship... a seeming trend since breaking with Bran.

• Dusk - The third founder of The Gestalt Factor, Dusk is somewhat awkward around girls, but this doesn't seem to bother Cam. She admires his skills with a blade and hopes that by watching (and fighting alongside) him, she will learn to be more effective with her own.

Neutrals

• Luna - Cam would not classify the shy, skittish former model as a friend just yet. Cam feels drawn to her, wanting to help her come out of her shell and work through things, but knows that it could very well take time. She is willing to wait, and hopes that after time, they can call each other friends.

Enemies

• Bran MacShee - The ... man responsible for her current state, Cam is in no hurry to find him again. Her feelings for him are complicated, though any adoration or affection she may have once had for him is long gone, replaced by hurt and anger at being used. Her worry in meeting him again proved to be well-founded. He recently resurfaced, claiming Camille and the blade and taking them to his home, causing her recent disappearance.

Notes and Random Tidbits.

• Still plays her cello daily. Though she had taken a break from it, Abe convinced her to once again pick it up.
• Is allergic to strawberries. Sad day.
• Has a license, but since the change and subsequent move to Paragon, she has not driven.
• Has not had alcohol since the change.
• To keep herself company at home, Cam recently got a kitten. A small calico she has named Elliot.

Thoughts and Opinions (( Feel free to leave your IC comments regarding Cam, or her fighting alias Jinx Blade here. :D ))

"Cam is a strong girl and always seems willing to help, I have grown to consider her one of my closest friends on Primal Earth. We still need to have a girls night out." - Drei