Post by Jessie Burlingame on Jul 3, 2009 4:18:36 GMT -7
((Taken from Mutantopia))
First Name: Jessie
Last Name: Burlingame
Middle Name: Andrea
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 5'5", 135 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Character description: Jessie is a no-nonsense chick. She's tough and outdoorsy, outspoken, with a bit of a wild streak. She's not afraid to tell you what she thinks, and fight back if circumstances require her too. She's been through a traumatic experience and that has made her both stronger, and more cautious. It also imbued her with her telepathic gifts.
Persuasion: (good evil neutral) Good
Type of Creature: Mutant
Powers: Telepathy
History: I'll skip the growing up part, and jump right into the events that changed my life and made me who I am today.
One summer, after finding a message on my answering machine that made me a suddenly single woman, I called my best friend (at the time) and told her that I'd just been dumped. Within 20 minutes of me talking to her, 4 of my best buds had blown off work, picked me up and taken me for a weekend I'll never forget. We went camping in the woods, they knew I was into anything outdoors. That's just the kind of friends they were. Scott & Carly had just gotten engaged, and together with Francine & Evan, we hit the West Virginia back country for a weekend of fun.
That weekend never had much fun in it for us. It all started when we hit some barbed wire in the road and blew a tire on Francine's mom's SUV. After some investigating, I found the stuff tied to a tree back in the woods. Someone hadn't just dropped the barbed wire, they'd put it there on purpose. While we were wandering, figuring out how to fix it and get us back to our weekend getaway, Chris Flinn drove right into us. Luckily, no one was hurt. At that point, anyway.
Evan and Francine stayed behind while the rest of us, including Chris, walked back down the dirt road. We needed a phone, to say the least. Finally thinking we'd found a place out in the boonies where help could be obtained, we dropped in a beat down cabin. That was a big mistake. Turns out, there are some really strange and fucked up people that live in the shticks. I'm talking inbred, cannabalistic....monsters. There's no other word for them.
Just as we decided something was seriously wrong with the people who inhabited that place and were getting ready to book it outta there, they came home. We hid, Carly and Scott in one room, Chris and I under a bed. That was just the beginning of my nightmare.
One of those fuckers dragged Francine inside. She was dead, barbed wire wrapped around her face, tearing open her mouth. They dropped her like a rag doll in front of where Chris and I were hiding. I cried silently, and fought not to scream. Carly and Scott had a better view from their hiding place of what happened to Francine next. I can only say that at that point, I was glad she'd already passed on.
When the inbreds finally passed out, we made our escape. That could have gone better, but we more or less got out alive, for a time. We ran up the hill to the west of the house, scrambling. They gave chase, and we ended up in the mother of all broke ass car lots. Hundred of vehicles must have been in that pasture. But so were the cannibals. Chris had a plan, and while executing it, was shot in the leg. Scott, trying to save us, ran for it, giving the creeps a new target. Carly and I rushed to Chris, got him in their truck, (which held Evan's dead body) and drove off. We found Scott a ways down the road, running like a madman to get to us and away from the freaks. He never made it. He was shot down by arrows before he reached us.
Now 3 of my friends were dead and the rest of us were running for our lives. The road was blocked by a fallen tree, though I'm sure it was placed there, so we were back on foot too soon for me. After awhile we found a tower and thought once again salvation was near. We managed to get the radio to work, but not before we were found out by the cannibals. They tried to burn us out, leaving our only option, use the trees. We jumped from the window and for about 10 minutes we were squirrels. Scurrying as fast as we could, clambering from limb to limb.
They got Carly next, an axe sliced her head off right in front of me. Now all my friends were dead, leaving just me and Chris.
Another tactic served to knock one of those fuckers back to the ground, but before Chris and I could get away clean, they caught me.
Maybe I was lucky that they didn't kill me on sight, but took me back to their cabin. Maybe not. Before they started cutting me up like a fucking Christmas ham, Chris came back to save me. Never in a million years did I think that would happen. Then the big battle. It took everything we had and more to get those fuckers to die. Thing is, I'm not sure they are dead. But Chris and I, back in their tow truck and heading as far from the backwoods as possible, were alive.
I went to New York after, started a new life. And a new life started to me. I began to hear what other people were thinking, sometimes too loudly to concentrate. I learned how to block it out, and focus on single minds when I wanted to. But still, I felt like some kind of freak myself by then. Accidentally answer questions before they were even asked aloud didn't make you normal.
I guess I should have expected to be a little more fucked up after that weekend. But I didn't expect to be turned into a mutant freak. Eh, I deal alright, I mean, at least I didn't grow extra limbs. So I started seeing a shrink, thinking maybe it was all post-traumatic stress disorder. And it was, a little, but that didn't explain the base changes to my DNA. I spent 4 months in a mental ward, and now, as an outpatient, I still have to see my shrink on a weekly basis, as well as attend group therapy. If it wasn't for group, I'd never have met Nina, my best friend. Nina's been through the same shit, and came out of it with the same powers I had. We both knew it the moment we locked eyes that first day in group. Now we were pretty much inseperable. Having someone that understand what you've been through, cause they've been there too is a fucking blessing in a world where they seem to be few and far between.
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Wrong Turn, modified for the forum.
First Name: Jessie
Last Name: Burlingame
Middle Name: Andrea
Age: 25
Height/Weight: 5'5", 135 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Character description: Jessie is a no-nonsense chick. She's tough and outdoorsy, outspoken, with a bit of a wild streak. She's not afraid to tell you what she thinks, and fight back if circumstances require her too. She's been through a traumatic experience and that has made her both stronger, and more cautious. It also imbued her with her telepathic gifts.
Persuasion: (good evil neutral) Good
Type of Creature: Mutant
Powers: Telepathy
History: I'll skip the growing up part, and jump right into the events that changed my life and made me who I am today.
One summer, after finding a message on my answering machine that made me a suddenly single woman, I called my best friend (at the time) and told her that I'd just been dumped. Within 20 minutes of me talking to her, 4 of my best buds had blown off work, picked me up and taken me for a weekend I'll never forget. We went camping in the woods, they knew I was into anything outdoors. That's just the kind of friends they were. Scott & Carly had just gotten engaged, and together with Francine & Evan, we hit the West Virginia back country for a weekend of fun.
That weekend never had much fun in it for us. It all started when we hit some barbed wire in the road and blew a tire on Francine's mom's SUV. After some investigating, I found the stuff tied to a tree back in the woods. Someone hadn't just dropped the barbed wire, they'd put it there on purpose. While we were wandering, figuring out how to fix it and get us back to our weekend getaway, Chris Flinn drove right into us. Luckily, no one was hurt. At that point, anyway.
Evan and Francine stayed behind while the rest of us, including Chris, walked back down the dirt road. We needed a phone, to say the least. Finally thinking we'd found a place out in the boonies where help could be obtained, we dropped in a beat down cabin. That was a big mistake. Turns out, there are some really strange and fucked up people that live in the shticks. I'm talking inbred, cannabalistic....monsters. There's no other word for them.
Just as we decided something was seriously wrong with the people who inhabited that place and were getting ready to book it outta there, they came home. We hid, Carly and Scott in one room, Chris and I under a bed. That was just the beginning of my nightmare.
One of those fuckers dragged Francine inside. She was dead, barbed wire wrapped around her face, tearing open her mouth. They dropped her like a rag doll in front of where Chris and I were hiding. I cried silently, and fought not to scream. Carly and Scott had a better view from their hiding place of what happened to Francine next. I can only say that at that point, I was glad she'd already passed on.
When the inbreds finally passed out, we made our escape. That could have gone better, but we more or less got out alive, for a time. We ran up the hill to the west of the house, scrambling. They gave chase, and we ended up in the mother of all broke ass car lots. Hundred of vehicles must have been in that pasture. But so were the cannibals. Chris had a plan, and while executing it, was shot in the leg. Scott, trying to save us, ran for it, giving the creeps a new target. Carly and I rushed to Chris, got him in their truck, (which held Evan's dead body) and drove off. We found Scott a ways down the road, running like a madman to get to us and away from the freaks. He never made it. He was shot down by arrows before he reached us.
Now 3 of my friends were dead and the rest of us were running for our lives. The road was blocked by a fallen tree, though I'm sure it was placed there, so we were back on foot too soon for me. After awhile we found a tower and thought once again salvation was near. We managed to get the radio to work, but not before we were found out by the cannibals. They tried to burn us out, leaving our only option, use the trees. We jumped from the window and for about 10 minutes we were squirrels. Scurrying as fast as we could, clambering from limb to limb.
They got Carly next, an axe sliced her head off right in front of me. Now all my friends were dead, leaving just me and Chris.
Another tactic served to knock one of those fuckers back to the ground, but before Chris and I could get away clean, they caught me.
Maybe I was lucky that they didn't kill me on sight, but took me back to their cabin. Maybe not. Before they started cutting me up like a fucking Christmas ham, Chris came back to save me. Never in a million years did I think that would happen. Then the big battle. It took everything we had and more to get those fuckers to die. Thing is, I'm not sure they are dead. But Chris and I, back in their tow truck and heading as far from the backwoods as possible, were alive.
I went to New York after, started a new life. And a new life started to me. I began to hear what other people were thinking, sometimes too loudly to concentrate. I learned how to block it out, and focus on single minds when I wanted to. But still, I felt like some kind of freak myself by then. Accidentally answer questions before they were even asked aloud didn't make you normal.
I guess I should have expected to be a little more fucked up after that weekend. But I didn't expect to be turned into a mutant freak. Eh, I deal alright, I mean, at least I didn't grow extra limbs. So I started seeing a shrink, thinking maybe it was all post-traumatic stress disorder. And it was, a little, but that didn't explain the base changes to my DNA. I spent 4 months in a mental ward, and now, as an outpatient, I still have to see my shrink on a weekly basis, as well as attend group therapy. If it wasn't for group, I'd never have met Nina, my best friend. Nina's been through the same shit, and came out of it with the same powers I had. We both knew it the moment we locked eyes that first day in group. Now we were pretty much inseperable. Having someone that understand what you've been through, cause they've been there too is a fucking blessing in a world where they seem to be few and far between.
Character is from (series, book, creator, or author, if it applies): Wrong Turn, modified for the forum.
