The Mad Ravings of Cats and a Woman

Requiem part 2

2007-01-14T19:20:00.000-05:00

The Unusual Guest, The Unusual Host

When Lucca told me that my appointment had arrived he forgot to mention one small detail. She was unconscious and obviously wounded. When she came to them earlier she had no appearance of someone with any worries or cares. No one would assume she was hunted or in trouble for anything else. She, this angel, made the appointment to see me and my associates with the promise to help us deal with a bad case ofdemon infestation.

In these cases you can’t call a normal exterminator and very few had to power to actually banish demons. My associate said that even though her line of work has caused her to come across a few demons she didn’t think she would be able to deal with this unusual of a case. A business contact suggested the woman who now lay passed out on my couch as an expert. They promised she would be able to handle the problem with in minutes. It looked like the minutes would be a little longer then I hoped.

“That looks horrible. Adrian have you called a doctor to look at her yet?” my associate hissed as she shoved passed me to look at the wound on the back of the angel’s head.

“And what doctor do you suggest I call to look at that, Danielle?” I asked. Danielle was what humans called a medium. Scientists classified her abilities as telepathy and psycometry. Normal humans didn’t accept her, and being in my employ she was use to dealing with creatures like vampires and weres. She knew they couldn’t go to a normal doctor because human society still didn’t completely accept them. People just learned about vampires a short few months ago and only a few in society has adjusted well to this fact. Most weres still hid themselves out of fear. Imagine what either of these races would say if an angel was found in their midst. She looked properly admonished.

“We can’t leave her like this and I know you can’t touch her blood.” She said quietly rearranging the haphazard gauzing job on the back of the angel’s head. “How about that doctor the weres use all the time?”

I thought about the suggestion for a moment and waved to Ransom who had been standing behind me. “Go get Giselle. Don’t let her throw you out just tell her I need her service and will have payment ready for her when she gets here.”

The young vampire nodded and walked away quickly. The angel made them all nervous on a regular basis. We’re suppose to be the damned. For centuries vampires have managed to convince themselves that there is nothing beyond this life and there is no reason to worry about our state of being. This creature, Beset walked into our life and turned all of that on it’s head. Yes technically we were the ones to approach her, but that was before she revealed the nature of her existence. For now she was a complication I didn’t know what to do with.

“Adrian!” Danielle called getting my attention back to the form lying on my couch. Hoping she didn’t bleed on it was a little low on the scale of things to worry about now but that would be dealt with in time. “She’s got something stuck in this wound.” She said gesturing to the large ugly wound on the back of the angel’s head.

“Don’t touch it. We’ll let the doctor see what it is.” I told her before turning back to the hall Ransom went down. The doctor so to speak was a Chimera. A creature made of many different creatures. She could pass herself off as a very short woman in most of society, but if anyone looked too closely at her they would see there was more to her then meets the eye. Her three foot frame was deceptive to what she was capable of.

It was probably just dumb luck that the doctor lived this close to the bar. She kept her practice out of her apartment due to the need for secrecy. I owned all the buildings in the area so she didn’t have a nosy landlord that would care about strange injured freaks coming into the place at all hours. In fact most of the people I rent to in the nearby apartments to would be considered freaks because of their supernatural natures. Fairies, golems, weres and shapeshifters of all kind populated the small area of the city. Their natures made it hard for them to blend in constantly, so this type of neighborhood allowed them to be themselves without revealing to the public at large who or what they were. It was our own world of nightmares where we were accepted. A haven for the night kind.

Looking at the creature in my office I wondered what her existence would mean for the nightmare community as they like to call themselves. How would an angel affect the damned? I would have plenty of time to find out. Ransom was stalking down the hallway with his hands shoved in his coat pockets. Behind him was an equally disgruntled Giselle carrying a bag almost as big as she was.

“Giselle.” I greeted the woman. “I have a patient for you to look at.” She frowned at me and pushed her way inside the office as she grumbled under her breath about being bothered. I looked at Ransom who was still pouting. The woman had a gruff disposition that tended to rub everyone around her raw. Ransom was still a new vampire. Age hasn’t given him the ability to allow this woman’s rough edges bounce off him easily. “Go to the door. We’ll be closing soon so help Lucca.” I ordered. He took this gratefully and stalked away without a word.

“This think she’s got a metal object in the back of her head.” Giselle announced when I had shut the door. “What is she.” She eyed the prone figure careful.

“She’s an angel.” I answered her truthful as I took a seat behind my desk. “She’s suppose to do something about our demon infestation so If you can help her I would be grateful.”

“Demon infestation eh. Maybe then my blender will stop cursing me whenever I want to crush my ice.” she said before she began pulling several items from her bag. “You know…” she said pausing. “You might want to leave the room.” I signed but knew what she meant. She was about to remove whatever that was in the angel’s head. The angel warned us that her blood would burn like acid. I hated being thrown out of my own office but I knew I could not risk it.

“Danielle will help you.” I told the doctor before removing myself from the room. “Come get me when you are done.” Danielle may have been a medium but she was still human for all intense purposes. She would be more suited to deal with the situation. “And do me a favor and try not to make a mess of my office.” I asked them before closing the door on them. I walked away as quickly as Ransom did earlier. It was time to close and I didn’t want anyone around to hear if that creature starts screaming.

Requiem

2006-11-28T16:22:00.000-05:00

The Rude Awakening

I needed to change, but couldn’t remember why I was looking for clothing. I was standing on an empty street near some closed shops. It was pitch black outside except for the occasional street light. For some reason I couldn’t recall when it became dark. I remember the day light in the park. Then I remember pain.

Of course the pain was unforgettable it was a sharp piercing thing that gripped you like a vice. Just when I didn’t think I could handle it anymore everything was dark. Then I woke up underneath a bush in the middle of the park. Blood was everywhere and I was covered in it. Maybe that’s why I needed to change. Looking down at my clothing they were covered in the blood that I remembered. It all felt like a fuzzy dream that hid my memories. If the headache would go away then I’m sure I would be able to remember what I had been doing.

I looked up into a shop window. A manikin wore a black fitted tunic shirt and black pin stripped pants. It looked like a nice outfit too bad I didn’t have anything to get it with. It was at that moment I saw my reflection in the shop window.

The orange streetlights did little to cover my appearance. I was wearing a white dress coated in blood from head to toe. My hair, shoes and face were covered in dark rusty splotches. I tried wiping some of it away but it didn’t do any good because more appeared in its place. The corner of my mouth and eyes appeared to be bleeding, but I couldn’t taste anything that would have told me where it came from.

“Looks bad doesn’t it?” a small voice said. That’s when I first noticed another reflection in the window, a little girl. She was dressed like a nun all in white. Her head was covered by a habit but that didn’t obscure the dried blood and injuries visible on her. A portion of her face looks like it had been bitten into by an animal and stripped to the bare bone. Her neck was torn to shreds showing cords and tissue humans were never meant to see like this. I jumped and looked beside me for the source of the reflection.

No one was there. I looked back to the reflection and the girl was gone. It was just my imagination. I decided the headache was making me delusional. That however didn’t change my objective. I needed new clothing. I can’t tell you why I couldn’t just go to the hospital and get checked out but I knew that would have been bad. It would have made me late. For the life of me I couldn’t remember what I was going to be late for. I just needed to be dressed nice and get there on time.

I looked up at the outfit again and decided that would be nice enough for now, but how do I pay for it with the shop closed. I turned to the door and noticed it was open. The child in white I saw a moment ago was standing there grinning. “Well are you going to come inside or drool over it all night?” She beckoned. “Hurry or you’ll be late.” The child disappeared into the doorway. I found myself following her in a slow and steady dreamlike state. She was right, even if she appeared out of nowhere.

“Come sissy.” The girl said impatiently pulling my arms. Another child was inside the shop. This one wore a solid black dress and small black bows in her brown hair. She was blue in color like couldn’t breath and had a few black scratches on her face near her left eye. She held out the black shirt I was admiring while the other girl handed me a dark brown towel.

I thanked them both and made my way across the shop. I found a bathroom in the back near the dressing rooms. Inside I began stripping my sticky clothing. I didn’t want to lay it on the floor and get it messy but I had nowhere to put it. “Put it here sissy.” A voice said startling me. The girl in white was there holding a nearby garbage can open for me. I followed her instructions leaving everything there.

The towel did little help for my face because there were still open cuts on it but it removed most of the blood from my body. My head hurt almost too much to wash it but I managed to run some cold water over it for a moment before stopping from the pain.

The girl in black brought me some bandages for my face and gave me gauze to wrap my head in. I still didn’t know what had happened but it was obvious that something hit me on the back of my head. I knew I couldn’t go to the hospital. I found out why as soon as I removed the white dress. I had wings.

They weren’t really large wings. They were white downy things. Too bad the blood had left red splotches on them. I don’t know how to make them white again. Maybe one of the girls would be able to tell me since they knew so much. The dress hadn’t covered them but there were remains of a cloak around me that probably did the trick.

The tunic shirt actually had an open back to it that I didn’t notice from the store front manikin. I was grateful for that because nothing would have fit comfortably over these wings. Once I was cleaned and bandaged I however knew I needed to hide the wings. “Don’t worry about that sissy.” The girl in white said.

“Hurry and go sissy.” The other child said. Both of them pushed me towards the door that lead to the alleyway. I looked at the mess I left behind.

“Who will clean this?” I didn’t know what their names were but I felt I should. I tried to force myself to recall them but it just made my headache worse.

“Leave that to me sissy.” The girl in black said pushing me out into the alley behind the store.

“No one will know you were here.” The other girl promised taking my hand. Her small hand was cold in mine. I wanted to yank it back but I didn’t. Instead I just followed the path she wanted me to take. I could see ahead of us another girl waiting for us.

“Why is the alley empty?” I asked cautiously.

“No bums will sleep near the vampire bars.” The girl in white whispered ominously. Vampire bar? Am I going to meet vampires? I decided I must be because that felt right, but why.

The other girl waiting at the end of the alley was older then the other two. I realized when I got closer that she was no girl but a woman. She was a beautiful redhead with a burnt purple dress on. She had some large bruises on her face and a portion of her hair was burnt. I felt sorry for her. What ever happened had to hurt worse then whatever it was I just went through. Her face was familiar also. I tried to recall her name but again that pain blocked me. This time it was so severe I had to fight to stay on my feet.

“Don’t worry about that sister dear. When you get to the bar see the master. He will be able to help you remember.” She said soothingly helping me steady myself. Before I knew it she was guiding me to a bunch of trees that closed off the end of the Alley. When we came through them everything behind us was black and a wall had replaced the trees. I still didn’t know where I was but I couldn’t help to stare wide eyed at the wall.

“What is the meaning of this!” a strong masculine voice demanded. I turned and tried to pull away but the woman in purple held me tight and cooed reassurances at me as she escorted me closer. I wanted to pull my wings around me and hide but they didn’t cover much so it was no use.

There were two men standing inside a single wooden door. The door paint of the door was worn in spots making it appear old an unused. Anyone here in the daytime would have passed it by for abandoned. A small set of stone steps lead up to the door with a rusty metal rail on one side.

The man who spoke was pale with light strawberry blonde hair. He was wearing an elegant suit with a ruffled white shirt. In a most cases modern men looked silly in ruffled shirts but he didn’t. The shirt belonged on him as much as any other feature he had belonged on him. The other behind him had dark brown hair and dark eyes. He was the opposite of the other man. He wore a t-shirt and jeans with a black leather jacket over it. He was dressed to greet the modern world and instead of an old fashioned banquet. I could tell they are vampires.

There was something similar in them to the girls that had been helping me all night but I couldn’t put my finger on it. They were still very different though and far more visceral then the girls had been all night. They didn’t have any visible wounds or marks that would make them dead. The entire line of thinking was making my head throb some more. I would have dropped to the ground if it weren’t for the woman in purple holding me up. “Who is this Beset? Why does she wear that face!” he hissed venomously at me. Again I tried to shrink back but the woman in purple wouldn’t allow me to go far. This reaction surprised the vampire.

“Beset can’t answer that right now.” The girl in purple said smiling calmly. “She’s had a mishap in the park. Can you be a dear and escort her to the office. Tell the master she’s here.” The girl in purple pushed me up the steps and tried to release me. I grabbed her arm and looked at her pleadingly. “I can’t come my dear. I’ve almost used up all the power granted to me to be here now. You will have someone new inside sister dear.” The vampire looked upset at having her this close to her. “Don’t worry someone will give you the explanation you need. I just can’t do it now.” The girl in purple faded.

“No.” I wanted to cry. I felt truly alone and the headache threatened to drive me insane. I tried to go back down the steps to were she stood but the vampire grabbed my arm and stayed me. I swayed slightly but was able to keep myself upright. I knew anyone looking at me would see a wide-eyed girl staring at them in fear but I just was about to the end of whatever strength had brought me to this place.

He didn’t look as upset as before, just worried. “Come we don’t want anyone seeing that injury.” He told me before shoving me inside before I could wonder just how bad this injury looked. He escorted me down a narrow hall near the hall. I got a glimpse of the crowd nearby for a brief moment. It was a mixed crowd of vampires and humans. They all sounded boisterous as they watched a show on a nearby stage. I didn’t see the show but I imagined the performers were doing a good job for the crowd from the sound they were making.

My vampire escort pushed me into an office that was decorated in red and black. There was a mahogany desk and a black leather couch as well as a few cushioned chairs. “Sit there.” He said pointing to the couch. “Lay down if you feel like it the Master will be here soon.” The vampire stalked back out presumably to inform his master I was here and go back to whatever job he had been doing before I arrived.

Now with time to think I couldn’t help to wonder if I was late? All night I was worried about being late for something. I was worried about a lot of things but I couldn’t place my finger on one reason for the feeling. All thoughts I had fled my mind like quick silver before I could grasp them. The couch looked inviting at this point and I didn’t feel like pondering any of this any more. I laid down and allowed my eyes to close. I would ask this master if I was late when he came for now I let the darkness of sleep take me.

Rambling with a purpose

2005-05-30T20:47:00.000-04:00

I've been neglecting this blog. Won't happen forever though. I'm working on Fallen Angels stuff with the character Jasper. She joins them at issue 9, which is being posted as we speak. Currently we're writing issues 10 and 11 simotaniously and more is planned after that. We have stuff for at least up to issue 14.

Gearing up for nano2004

2004-10-19T18:14:00.000-04:00

I am prepartion already for this years nano. I have been handwriting most of my stuff but I finally sat down and typed out a lot of my background info. This one isn't titled yet.

Summary

Sanura falls in love with Lucca, the son of the Knights of Meta leader. However popular socialite Mercedes views it as her destiny to have Lucca as her own. Mersades uses her popularity and influence to get Sanura out of the way. When that doesn’t work Mersades turns to an even deadlier game. Sanura finds herself fighting for her very life as well as a future with the man she loves. No one believes Mersades capable of such treachery against Sanura. This leaves the down to earth Sanura alone to fight. Sanura proves to herself and everyone around her that she is stronger then she looks. Through sheer force of will Sanura overcomes the traps and saves herself and her love for Lucca.

Setting

Set in modern day America with locations all over the country. The Knights of Meta are a secret society of super powered humans who work to hide any evidence of people with superhuman powers from the rest of humanity. This society is on the brink of deciding wither or not to assist in the rest of the world’s problems or continue in hiding and do nothing to change the course of humanity. Each of the members of the society are named an unusual name to make picking them out easier, but they are also given a tattoo at puberty when their powers emerge on the bottom of their foot. Those who do not emerge with powers are usually cut out of the society at the age of 20. When a child is cut out of the society their mind is whipped of all the memories that the secret society exists and false ones are implanted to help them lead a normal life. They are also renamed. This type of process is called the somnus because the part that knew the society is put to sleep.
The Knights of Meta is lead by one man given the title of the Luminary, which receives this title through birth. But the leader has a Council of 12 called the Fates that meet and discuss and sometimes even approves the leaders decisions. The Fates are the elected leaders of their own sects to represent the 12 areas that most of the Knights of Meta live in. The Fates are guarded by a group of specially trained guardsmen called the Dracos. These are people who serve their entire life to protecting the Fates and training new ones when they can no longer do the job.

Character list

Ø Sanura - Daughter of Danube and Leela, Main Heroine

Ø Lucca - Son of Freytag and Nigalla, Main Hero

Ø Mersades - Daughter of Current and Dainanca, Main Villain

Ø Mosi - Sister to Lucca, Supporting Character

Ø Tale - Sister to Lucca, Supporting Character

Ø Twin - Best Friend to Lucca, Supporting Character

Ø Grave - Brother to Sanura, Supporting Character

Ø Sefu - Brother to Sanura, Supporting Character

Ø Zelos - Lover to Mersades, Supporting Character

Ø Sysco - Brother to Mersades, Supporting Character

Ø Sen - Sister to Mersades, Sanura’s Friend, Supporting Character

Ø Freytag - Father to Lucca, Mosi, and Tale, Off-Screen Character

Ø Danube - Father to Grave, Sefu, and Sanura, Off-Screen Character

Ø Breena - Mother to Grave and Sefu, Off-Screen Character (deceased)

Ø Leela - Mother to Sanura, Off-Screen Character

Ø Nigalla - Mother to Lucca, Mosi, and Tale, Off-Screen Character

Ø Dante - Father to Twin, Off-Screen Character

Ø Elenor - Mother to Twin, Off-Screen Character

Ø Current - Father to Sysco, Mersades, and Sen, Off-Screen Character

Ø Dainanca - Mother to Sysco and Mersades, Off-Screen Character

Ø Phenos - Father to Zelos, Off-Screen Character

Ø Cardona - Mother to Zelos, Off-Screen Character

Nanowrimo

2004-10-05T18:06:00.000-04:00

To novel or not to novel that is my question. I've signed up for this years nanowrimo, but haven't really decided if I want to actually novel yet. Nanowrimo is short for national novel writers month. Every november crazy novelists get together and see if they can write a 50,000 word novel in the month of november. It doesn't have to be a good novel either. All that matters is getting words on the page. This is usually followed up in january with nanoedmo (yep you guessed it nation novel editors month) where the nano's work on editing that novella they created in november. Last year I did it. I was on third shift and could write my little heart out at work. This year I'm not so lucky. I'm still working n making last year's novel a good one but not that I'm on second shift I don't have the ability to do it at work.
So I could do the novel at home in my spare time like everyone else. I still haven't a clue what I'm going to do though. Last year I joined november the 5th a little late in the game with out a clue as what to do. This year I have 20 something days to get an idea of what I want. What characters I want to use and of course maybe an outline this time around. Last year I still made the 50,000 mark with a lot of fluff and unnessary crap I had to edit out later. Maybe with some planning I will be able to do better this yar.
That's really the whole idea of nano. Doing something almost impossible. If I had not job I could do it no problem, but then writing is something I want to be my job. I want to be a published author. We all have to start somewhere. I know some of the nano's are published author's. They can do it so can I. If it turns out to be crap so what. That's what editing is for.

Profiles

2004-09-20T15:07:00.000-04:00

Jasper is a character I have been using in stories since 1996. She has a few alternate versions, but these two versions are the ones I use of her the most. In both versions she has the familiar Reaper. While both versions are similar they are still very different.

J-Street
Jasper Tinveil
Age: 30
Origin: Earth M
Height: 5' 6"
Hair color: Blue
Eyes: hazel
Powers: Super speed and Magical abilities that focus on the dead or recently deceased all from the spell book called the Book of Antioc which Jasper keeps locked up in the Minutemen Building.
Origin: Jasper was born in the Pocket Dimension attached to earth M to Luthen Tinveil and Nicodemous Rivers also known as the Blip. Her father was a speedster originally from Earth M however her mother was an alien from a now destroyed planet. In Jasper’s early years her speed ability developed quickly and she soon outstripped her father. That is when Jasper joined the Minutemen to help develop her abilities that refused to develop at the time and help control the others. She became part of the superhero team known by the same name, which was a virtual legion at the time. When Olavslaught attacked the pocket dimension with his heralds he completely devastated the population. Very few survived. Those who did escaped and scattered through the omniverse. Jasper went with the Minutemen who escaped to J-Street but suffered from amnesia during the destruction of the original Minuteman building. After that she traveled through the dimensional links provided by others to find her past. Coming up with nothing but trouble decided o stay on J Street unless otherwise needed. She was accidentally turned blue by a backfired spell of Silver Foxes and later the demon Meg cast a spell that has suppressed her speed powers. This caused her to have "flashbacks" as her memory slowly return. Those were only short lived because she received her powers back when the team went to Earth P to find a map to all the comic shops in existence. They found a magical portal mirror and stone tablet that opens to anywhere the user wishes. When Jasper touched this it reversed Meg’s spell and she was back to as normal as she could ever be. It was years after this when Jasper accidentally fell into the Greyline subway where the Firstone sealed Olavslaught’s heralds in an attempt to save the destroyed pocket universe. This is where she recovered her memories and found Reaper who was sealed away with her grandfather’s spell book, The Book of Antioc. She also reacquainted herself with the mad Lord Fitzgerald who wished nothing but her death. Since then Reaper has been trying to train her in her abilities as a sorceress however she is afraid of her own magical abilities. The Minutemen began drifting apart at this time after a short stay in EU-ropa 68 dimension. Jasper lived in the Star Wars Universe for a few years on Hooth68 before coming back to J-Street to stay.

Reaper
Age: Unknown
Prior Life: As a monk in the middle ages and a sword master.
Appearance: A black cat with red eyes
Powers: He’s a ghost however he is powerful enough to be solid most of the time, which is why he stays in the form of a cat because his human form takes more energy to maintain. He has the ability to feed off of Jasper’s energy and abilities, but can only do this for a short time because she will pass out eventually. In his human for he is a tall blonde man wearing armor (which is what he died in.
History: He was alive in the middle ages and aided Jasper’s grandfather the immortal Lord Fitzgerald. He helped Fitzgerald translate The Book of Antioc from ancient egyptian and when he was done the immortal turned on him killing him. Then Fitzgerald cursed Reaper to be bound to his family’s bloodline till the end of time. Jasper is Fitzgerald’s only surviving relative and Reaper really does care for her, which is quite different from how he felt about the rest of her family.
Reaper was born under the name Gabriel Griffin however he took the name Reaper after he died because that is what he essentially became a Reaper. Fitzgerald’s forced servitude made him cull the dead and put them under Fitzgerald’s control. When Jasper’s mother fought against her father she managed to take Reaper with her and seal Fitzgerald away. Nothing was seen of him until Fitzgerald came to Olavslaught as one of his heralds. When the final battle began Jasper’s parents and her father’s family died during the first strike. Jasper was part of the Minutemen at the time and only used her speed abilities to fight. Before the battle began Reaper had been sealed away with Fitzgerald’s spell book so that the evil sorcerer could not get it.During the final battle of the Minuteman pocket universe the first one sealed the heralds that could not die in J-Streets Grey line subway. That is where Jasper met her grandfather for the first time. She had suffered from amnesia at the time and could not remember who he was but when she found Reaper again her memories began to come back. Reaper stayed by Jasper’s side after that feeling that he owed it to her parents to teach her to use her magical abilities.

Hellfire
Jasper Rivers
Title/Rank: Emerald Empress
Age:28
Height:5'10"
Weight:120
Eye Color:Hazel (changes to gray when angry)
Hair Color:Dark Blue (originally Red)
Skin Ethnicity/Ethnicity:Light blue (originally Caucasian)
Martial Status:single
Religion:Nondenominational Christian.
Nationality:American
Family Background: The daughter of Luthen Tinveil and Nicodemous Rivers. Aunt Maria Rivers. Grandfather Lord John Fitzgerald Tinveil. Has cousins on her father’s side of the family most of them deceased only Vanity Rivers still alive.
Siblings:None
Current Residence:Emerald Hellfire Court Palace, Beijing China
Education:Graduated from University right before her grandfather’s attack.
Financial Status:She's been a nomad and poorer then dirt until she joined the Hellfire Court. Also has a secret trust fund set up by her mother.
Occupation:Ghost Hunter will contact spirits of loved ones for money to travel, and make it possible for the grieving to see and speak with them.
Fashion Sense:Usually wears t-shirts and jeans, but can dress up real nice when necessary. Loves to wear leather.
History:She was orphaned at a young age and raised by her aunt Maria Rivers. It wasn't till late in life that she learned she was adopted and that her grandfather Lord John Fitzgerald Tinveil or commonly killed her parents. She developed her mutant powers of superspeed at an early puberty but repressed part of her powers out of fear when she called a ghost to her at the age of 11. When she finished collage her happy life was destroyed by her grandfather coming back to finish the job. Her friends and family were slaughtered, but a ghost cat named reaper saved her. During the attack one of Lord Fitzgerald’s spells backfired and did not kill her but woke up her power to reach the long dead. However the only side effect to this is she was turned a nice shade of pale blue that gives her an appearance that she is dead herself. At this time Reaper found her and saved her life. (See Reaper below) He taught her to use her powers and how to hunt spirits with them. Years later when she was wandering around rural America that she met Faith. He saved her life from an angry mob. After this she agreed to go to England with him and join the Blue Hellfire Court. The two became best friends. Faith asked her to be queen of his new court when he decided to form the New Red Hellfire Court. Jasper quickly agreed happy to help her friend. The court itself ran into trouble when Flynn Ryan the former King tried to take the court back by appointing himself Red Emperial. Jasper had known Ryan when she was younger so he would appeal for her help. The court collectively decided to leave The Red Court and go to china calling as a new Court. The Emerald Hellfire Court was born and Jasper was among those who decided to leave the Red Court. Now in China the court had found new enemies among the gangs and government that welcomed them.
Powers:Superspeed, healing, and has the ability to talk to ghosts. Her powers dealing with these entities are complex she can and borrow their knowledge they had in life she can make them visible also. She has gone so far as to make the weapons they had in life solid and can fight with them. This is limited to knives and swords and she has passed out every time she did this. The only drawback to her possessing a spirit is they make her cold and she can be in a near death state if she holds onto the ghost for more then two hours. Unknown to Jasper Fizgerald’s black magic has blessed his family with an unusually long life. Jasper’s still young so she hasn’t realized this affects her also.
Fitness:Very trim and able to do gymnastic feats.
Relationships: Faith’s partner in Crime and sees him more like a brother.

Settings

2004-09-20T14:37:00.000-04:00

A lot of my stories have two settings J-Street and the Hellfire universe. There are some stories that are set in niether of these places but I have done most of my work in these settings and are filed under these places (J-Street, Hellfire or Other)

J-Street
This is where my Speed Zone stories are located. Also I am one of the writers in Fallen Angels and have done a Pantheon story. My Character here is named Jasper a blue speedster and sorceress in training.

To Washingtonians, J Street is "the street [city planner Pierre] L'Enfant forgot." In actuality, L'Enfant was a powerful wizard, who changed the street (named after Joe Gallagher) into a pocket universe that connects to all times and places. A side effect of the street's magic is that almost any spoken language can be understood by the other residents, unless the beings are both natives of the same universe and speak different languages. The street is home to all sorts of beings and is protected from invasion by would-be conquerors by the Pantheon. (Incidentally, rumor has it that the transdimensional conduit that became J Street existed prior to L'Enfant's spell, a construct of various immortal beings, and that the wizard only unwittingly discovered it and gave it a "face lift.")

Hellfire Universe
The Hellfire universe is an alternate X-Men universe. The X-Men themselves haven't appeared yet but they are mentioned once. Here the Hellfire court is split into many different colors. Red, BLue, Emerald, White, Grey/Black These courts are controlled by rich and powerfull people who use this team and their resources to fight evil. My Character here is also Jasper she had about the same powers just better control and a different past. She's the Queen of the Emerald court.

That's about it on my more used settings. The character bio's will come next. Neither of these settings I created. I am part of two groups of writers that write in these settings. They were created by the groups.

Welcome

2004-08-29T10:29:00.000-04:00

First Post.

Lots of room.

Lots of room to make mistakes and bore people to death.
I'm a writer with a lot of bad habits. Not the usual ones either. I don't drink or smoke and my life goals do not involve being inebreiated and naked in a pool of my own vomit.

Instead I plan to at least have my underwear on and be in a pool of some type of soda drink.. At least I'll smell better. But in all seriousness my bad habits are really the habits writers have in that I make more work for myself then nessary. I don't always outline as well as I should that is if I outlined at all. And I am bad about not finishing things. I'm working on a novel and several other writing projects now. This is my writing journal. Here I will post snippits of fiction and a log of my writing time. Also I will make bad jokes and forget where I left my plot.
Wish me luck in all my endevors even if it is making an ass of myself.