Name: Jett Macleane
Alias: Omen
Age: 24
Date of Birth: 25 December
Hometown: NYC, NY
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 122
Hair Color: Jet black.
Eye Color: Grey.
Nationality/Race: Irish American/French-Canadian
Classification: Human with Magical Qualities (Bean Sidhe)
Status: Resident
Occupation: Unemployed
Personality Profile: Jett is social when she cares enough to be, and when she doesn't? Well, she's got her camera and a makeshift dark room to keep her company. She does tend to like her space, especially when she's working, and there's no hesitating when it comes to saying so. Jett doesn't tend to beat about the bush, calls things as she sees them--this can rub people the wrong way. Some say she's a bit cold, if not distant depending on the day. Others say she's down right bitchy, while there are still a number of people who will call her friend. Thing is, they're all right. Just depends on whose faces have haunted her dreams and have been keeping her up nights, how much sleep she's managed to get, and what bullshit her therapist has been trying to feed her this week.
Physical Description: Jett may be best described as willowy and small-framed, with a dancer’s physique and a fair complexion which is prone to burning rather than tanning. Delicate, feminine features are framed by naturally curly hair which is kept at shoulder-length and tends to be worn loose and messy for lack of the patience to deal with it. Large, hauntingly expressive grey eyes age her beyond her years, as if she's seen more than enough horror to fill a dozen lifetimes. As far as dress is concerned, she prefers to be comfortable in jeans, t-shirts, an old leather jacket that belonged to her father, black converse sneaks, and carries her trusty camera bag as opposed to a purse.
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Mutation/Powerset: Harbinger
Primary: Precognition/Foretelling of Death and Disaster.
It is primarily while asleep that Jett gains her sense of sight, coming unbidden into her dreams. These visions vary, ranging anywhere from full scenes played out in graphic detail, almost as if they were her own grisly memories, to mere flashes of torturous images, bits and pieces of the oft-bloody future, glimpses of tragic events yet to unfold, to be puzzled over as to time and scope. It is rare that these visions, these nightmares as she calls them, find her during conscious hours, though it has been known to happen, sending her into a trance-like state until she has seen all that she was meant to see. The scarcity of waking dreams is enough to keep Jett from sleeping whenever she can help it. She will go for nights on end without sleep until her body rebels with its need for rest. Now and then, physical contact with a person or an object to which they are particularly attached, can trigger such visions, but this is particularly rare, not having occurred since she was a child.
Secondary: Song of the Bean Sidhe.
The Gaelic song is often a low, pleasant singing, a mourning call that signals an impending death. It can calm the person nearing death with its eerily soothing melody, or frighten them with the knowledge that their end has arrived. The lament is often unconsciously done, with Jett in a near trance-like state much like those that overcome her during waking visions, and has been known to crescendo to a wailing similar to the sound of a frantic woman's screams, or that of a screeching owl. Depending on the tone of the bean sidhe's dirge, nearby listeners report varying effects from a calm, almost hypnotic state, to disorientation, and even nausea.
Tertiary: Communication with the Dead.
Jett is haunted by far more than tragic visions. The dead have also sought out the harbinger, finding their way into her dreams, occasionally finding her while awake, despite the fact that she deems their presence and attempts to communicate with her unwelcome.
Drawbacks/Weaknesses : Haunting visions in dreams have turned her into a willing insomniac with the hopes of evading her nightmares just a little longer. Lack of sleep often leaves her physically drained, her state of unrest often adding an air of irritability, along with the assault of crippling migraines if she goes too long without rest. Having experienced close, personal losses, and having foreseen those deaths--though as a child she was unable to discern between visions and actual nightmares--Jett is loathe to allow herself to get truly close to anyone, and even goes so far as to avoid physical contact with other people when it can be helped. The psychological toll of her abilities has carried her in and out of the doors of a number of therapists, the latest of which has prescribed sleeping pills that offer a brief escape from dreams during the deepest part of the drug-induced sleep cycle.
How do you believe this character's powers will further develop in the future? Jett may eventually be able to come to terms with her abilities. Until she does, she will have no desire to try and truly develop her powers to their full potential.
Skills: Ballet, photography, drinking.
Background: Her father was Duncan Macleane of the band La Bete Noire, a promising group which was fairly well-known in indy circles before Macleane’s death of a drug overdose back in 2005. Authorities officially ruled his death as accidental, though fans’ conspiracy theories range from suicide to homicide. Macleane was never much of a family man and the time that he was home was generally spent arguing with his wife over the other women and influences in his life. Beryl Wainwright-Macleane was a playwright who achieved some small acclaim when the rights to her play, “Disoriented”, were purchased in the hopes of turning it into a film. A screenplay was adapted, but never made it to the screen. The two were estranged in 2004, with Duncan citing his wife’s paranoid and delusional nature as just cause for leaving. Jett saw even less of her father after that point. Her mother was later diagnosed with schizophrenia, having become something of a recluse in the years to follow. Suspecting that she was about to be committed, Beryl threw herself from the balcony of their apartment in Brooklyn in early 2006. Having no other family, Jett became a ward of the court and was placed into a group home where she remained until her 18th birthday. A talented dancer, she thought she'd found a permanent home within the New York City Ballet Company, until her pas de deux partner began haunting her dreams, much as her mother and father had years before, when she dreamed of their deaths in startling detail. Instead of waiting around for the inevitable, Jett abruptly put the ballet behind her, finding solace in black and white photos and a refuge within Cobalt Hill.
Criminal Record: None.
Quirks/Extras (Random fun facts about your character!):
--Jett is a classically trained dancer and has been taking lessons since the age of three.
--Photography is a hobby she shared with her mother.
--Jett isn't particularly fond of animals, however, certain animals seem to be quite fond of her. Black dogs, crows, moths, owls, and other animals associated with omens or with death itself all seem to find the banshee fascinating.
--Has a history of sleepwalking.
--Growing up she was always "Daddy's little muse." One of La Bete Noire's most popular songs was entitled "Jett", in fact. The lyrics described a drug trip, hallucinations involving a dark muse named Jett who lured the subject astray down a path of self-destruction with a siren song that foretold of his impending demise.
--She speaks French, English, and Gaelic fluently. The latter was learned through conversations as a child with her deceased grandmother.