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IL: Jaimee Hill

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Su-su-supernatural ~ö~

Name
Jaimee Hill, "Jay"
Age
26 Years
Gender
Female
Partner
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Height
5’7” – 170 cm
Weight
130 lbs – 59 kg
Place of Birth
Las Vegas, Nevada

Inventory
▸ Pistol
▸ Small knife
▸ Small can of salt
▸ Matches
Vehicle
Jaimee drives a Chevrolet Silverado 1500 Regular Cab 2WD in a dark azure blue which originally belonged to her father. There are plenty of scratches and bumps in the vehicle and really, it could use a new paintjob.
Personality
| Bark no BiteLoudmouthCleverSmartEasily persuadedCharmer (when she wants something)SoftySpoiled rottenSelfish |

Jaimee could easily be explained with the saying all bark and no bite, it’s not that she does not follow out what she threatens with, but rather the way she does tends to be differently. She will easily cuss you out, but when it comes to actually brawling? She’d rather back away. Perhaps she will try to tackle you, but when it comes to the actual punching and or kicking, she’ll back off. No, when it comes to dealing with conflicts with fellow humans she prefers slipping away or to get her revenge by pulling something while they cannot reach her.
Next to this she has a tendency to make cutting remarks, though even if she does come across as overly bitchy, she will feel like crap if she actually managed to hurt you, perhaps that’s also why she prefers the company of people who can take a cuss or two.

In conversation Jaimee quickly comes across as someone with a set of brain, a low tolerance level for annoyances and a charmer when she wants something from you. And she is fully aware that people might notice and dislike this. But in reality it’s just about what she wants, she does not care about other’s opinions towards her methods.

Jaimee is plain and simple a girl who has a loud mouth, but doesn’t act according to what comes out of it. She is used to being able to hide behind her parents and never learned to directly face conflict, even with the time she has spent on the road. When it comes to hunting she has a preference for putting down traps in which everything is already thought out for. Surely she has had direct conflicts with the supernatural and desperate deeds lead to desperate needs, but this only increased her preference towards settling down traps so she won’t have to fight herself. She does not like the feeling of pain at all, be it mental or physical pain.

Shortly said; she’s a spoiled and dirty mouthed, but smart, wuss who is not willing to give up due to her motivation regarding her parents.

Bio/ History
Miss Jaimee Hills was born in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her mother was a lady from the North of America who moved down low for a more ‘interesting’ of a life and in her search she bumped into Jaimee’s father. The two were madly in love and got married rather quickly before having their first and last child.

The family was joyful and complete and loving until Jaimee’s mother left the two without a warning or any hints leading to it, or that’s what the police informed her. Her father however seemed to have a different idea about it. He, alone, started up a large research, claiming that the person who left his house had not been his wife, it could not have been, she had pitch black eyes! Which, of course, was not something the police took seriously; the man was merely in denial of his wife having left him.
To Jaimee, who was 5 years at the time, her mother had abandoned her and her father. It lead her to be overly attached to her father in the fear that he would leave her like her mother had done. In turn, her father was very attached to the last prove that his wife had been with him. He gave Jaimee anything she desired and so much more.

As Jaimee reached the age of 12 years, her father started to go on long business trips, claiming it to be necessary. Whilst this should not ring any alarm bells, it did once her father kept coming back later than he had promised; days became weeks and weeks became months. She reached her limit at the age of 18 years. When her father went on a ‘business trip’ for three months. She confronted her father, who, to protect his daughter, insisted it was for work.

She figured out the truth when she was 19 years, her father not having returned from one of his business trips which he had sworn would only take a month. The police came to her house and informed her that her father had died due to a heart attack while he was in the city in another state.
Emotionally broken, the girl ran upstairs, after the police men had left, and started to break things. She forced her way into her father’s office and ripped things apart, pushed things over while shedding the angriest of tears. He had lied. He had always lied. It rang through her head like a mantra until she bumped into something. Her father's office had the truth hidden within it and she had found it.

At first she was overly confused, she did not understand and she was convinced her father had gone mad after her mother had left him. However as she actually took her time to read through and look over the papers, the journals, the maps, books and all that her father had left behind, things added up in her head. The thing convincing her being the voicemail messages on a phone that she assumed belonged to her father as the person calling the phone named her fathers name and claimed to need his help with demons. The paranormal and supernatural was real. And she was convinced that this was what had caused her father’s death, what had made her mother leave the family. Rage took place for her agony.

She started her hunting carrier slow, making sure to memorize the notes her father had let, and picked up the jobs that were meant for him by using his cellphone. She sold the house and kept the money to herself, it would allow her to survive on the road for long enough she was sure. Besides it seemed like the hunting jobs paid off as well. After years and years passed she became more and more skilled at the job, learned more about the supernatural and started to collect her own notes.

Admittedly, she does not like it when she gets injured during the job, but like hell she was giving up on being able to revenge her father and seek out her mother. It was a goal and she was not letting it go.

No matter what.

Likes
♥ Scented candles;
♥ Having a job to do;
♥ Because then she can get some money;
♥ She does like money;
♥ Talking;
♥ Shiny things;
♥ People with a personality;
♥ Cars;
♥ People who outsmart her.
Dislikes
♡ Getting blood in her hair;
♡ Having to experience pain;
♡ Things/People that smell bad;
♡ Having her back ache after sleeping in her pickup truck;
♡ Witches and Demons;
♡ People who outsmart her.
Extra
▸ Keeps a daily journal with personal notes.
▸ Loves any dish with chicken in it.
▸ Overly protective of her car.
▸ And her money.
▸ Clearly she’s not the type to share, what’s hers is hers.
▸ Wears a necklace with a reminder of her mom and dad.
▸ Has a light Southern accent, which gets deeper when she’s aggravated.
▸ Fast runner.
▸ Good with a bat.

Current Earnings
45$
$13,75 +
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$58,75


Rp Snippet
Your car has broken down on the side of the road. It's a clear five miles before you find help in either direction, and it's started to rain.

This was just great! A loud groan escaped the woman’s throat as she unbuckled her seatbelt. This was the second time this week her pickup truck was giving her trouble and it was seriously starting to piss her off! She pushed her door open and hopped onto the road with her boots before she took a stride to the front of her truck. She was no mechanic, but for some reason there was a brief moment that she did believe that looking at the engine would help her fix it. As if it would suddenly come to her. Of course it only took her a split second to rethink the situation and simply ended up hopping onto the hood of her truck to sit down on it with a huff. The closest she was to civilization was at least an hour walking! Lady luck must be on her side. Not. She leaned back onto the hood and draped her arm over her eyes. She would just wait for the next car to pass and if no one showed up then she would walk, but first she would wait a bit, an hour or two. At least the weather wasn’t crappy...

Drip, Drip, little droplets of water startle to drop down onto the truck, as did a single one manage to land onto her nose. ". . ." She took a small breathe before she jerked up straight, rubbing her nose vigorously as a cuss rolled from her tongue. Seriously?! Lady luck was definitely teaming up with karma and was screwing her over! She jumped from her place and hurried around the truck as the rain started to fall faster until it simply seemed like heaven had opened its gates to let all of its water flood down. Luckily for Jaimee, she managed to get back in her seat just in time, she just needed to rub her leather jacket off to prevent it from getting damaged. A heavy sigh was heaved and she settled with staring out of the front window with a dull gaze.

Now what?

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Ahahah I already redid her OTL; I just wanted to get her done in time at first, so now I made some adjustment anatomy and clothes wise.

Here's hoping I get in the group; three things I love combineeeed, supernatural, rpings and artings. :iconlazyweepplz:;;;

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Jaimee and art © =Tomokou
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