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N A M E:Jane Volturi
D. O. B.:October 31, 760 AD.
H E I G H T:4'8"
W E I G H T:Somewhere between 68-72lbs
A L L I A N C E: Volturi Coven
A P P E A R A N C E: Youthful in appearance, Jane would come across as your typical preteen, at least from a distance. Upon further inspection, she couldn’t be farther from it. Slightly morbid, the girl possesses a sort of haunting beauty. At only twelve physically, frame is slender, holding little to no curves, much to her dismay. Straight blond hair is typically kept pulled back in a tight bun, few to no strands let loose to frame that delicate angular face. Lips were thin, like a doll. Porcelain colored skin bore little to no scars. At least not any that would be visible to the untrained eye. Ones that could be detected were easily covered by her clothing. Eyes were a deep shade of burgundy, holding a sparked edge of cruelty.
Standing at only four foot eight, she was hardly the portrait of intimidation, but looks could be deceptive. She didn't have the enhanced strength like Felix, but the girl could hold her own in other ways. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't built for physical combat. Because Jane often likes to present herself as older despite her actual looks, her sense of style isn't always the expected.Sporting her signature Mary Jane heels, her fashion sense was leaned more toward the glam goth genre, opting for frilly dresses and skirts over jeans and t-shirts.
G E N E R A L:
Toward the end of October, life as the Sallows knew would change forever. Shortly after midnight, the first born of the twins, a baby girl, exited the womb with a lot to say. Kicking, screaming, and without an ounce of patience, it was obvious enough to them at first glance that there was something as special about their baby, Jane. It wasn't until her brother was placed by her side two minutes later that the baby silenced herself and an ounce of calm followed. From that point on, one was never seen without the other. That strong bond that had been formed in the womb had been sealed by their first breaths.
In a small village, rumors tended to run rampant and the girls mother wasn't an exception to the rule. Out of spite or sheer jealousy over the woman's looks and sweet disposition, naivety often led her to be the sole source for old bitty entertainment. For the most part, their mother had been a kind woman, but she was young, and although doing what she could to ensure that the children were well cared for while her husband was away, she had continued to maintain that questionable reputation amongst the older women due to her ability to beat the odds. Jane father, however, had been a complete mystery. What he looked like or smelled like, was nothing but a faint memory that had all too soon begun to fade, at least until she turned five. The injury that he had sustained to his leg during his time away had put a damper on his being a solider and forced him into an early return home. By the time they were seven, the twins were old enough to pick up the slack, helping with the chores that their mother had no time for and attending to what their father could not do. Because of their poverty stricken lifestyle and the amount of work that that the twins had to do, Jane and Alec never had much time for making friends. The select few that they did have always managed to have a terrible accident when Jane became cross with them, earning her the nickname of witch twin amongst the other children. A name Jane would soon come to despise.
It wasn't until the summer of Jane tenth year that the girl realized she wasn't quite like everyone else. A harmless moment of folly at the creek during a game of hide and seek turned deadly when one little boy accused her of cheating. Anger and a flush of embarrassment had caused the girl to see nothing but red and before she could catch herself, she pushed the boy backward, envisioning him falling into the water below and unable to resurface. What she hadn't anticipated, was it actually happening. Even though she had pushed, he caught his balance. The fall came a minute later. Watching with horror as the large boy slipped, Jane bore witness to her first near death experience. It took two other boys to help him out of the water and though he could swim, he swore up and down that he felt the sensation of being punched in the stomach and when he tried to swim upward, continued to mouth about how his arms were much too heavy to lift and felt only pain. Running home, she confided in Alec about what she had thought, blaming coincidence, it wasn't until the boys parents showed up at the door that things changed for them. With accusations of witchcraft and devilry spewing from their lips and a promise of as setting things right there be no end to the situation. After the threats, something inside Jane snapped and the girl just wasn't the same. Although her parents noted a difference in her behavior, they passed it off as nothing more than a phase for a growing girl. It's unclear whether or not it had been intentional, but fortune favored those that were kind to the child's family and the ones that continued with the vicious rumors, however, weren't as lucky. Only Alec knew the truth. This had instilled a certain fear in the most superstitious of the locals and because of their influence within the village, eventually led to more problems for the twins family. Sadly, the Sallows were slightly shunned and forced into reclusive like mannerisms. As their farther health declined even further, Benjamin found himself having to send word to the next village for additional help with their farm, sinking them even further into debt. When the boy arrived, Jane was somewhat smitten with the fifteen year old, leaving Alec to question the boys intention and his sisters attitude.
Now Caspen had been far from privileged, but his family had still managed to be semi-successful, only because of his grandfather’s generosity. He was a hard worker. This all too evident by how he handled his chores and the responsibility that had been bestowed upon him. As time wore on Jane’s fancies had become clearer and hadn’t gone unnoticed. Being the boy he was, he displayed his interest in abundance. Naturally, this only made the girl’s father even happier, having already seen him as a perfect match for his little girl. He could ensure her happiness, but there was a side to Caspen that got overlooked. He was cold and a bit callous in his attitude, at least when he was alone with girl. He had no time for ‘playful’ antics and discouraged the imaginative side of Jane. This left her a bit closed off, something Alec couldn’t understand and hated, but things were about to change for her, in a way that she never expected.
One day, while she was out in the field crushing raspberries for paint, someone had caught her eye. He was tall with a slender frame, and more importantly, eating the source of her paint. With an unknown stealth, she quietly tucked herself down into the tall thicket of grass and moved closer to him. He was quite handsome up close, though even with that there was just something about him. Smearing some of that paint beneath her eyes, she faked her best scary voice, trying to run him off, but it backfired. Instead of finding Jane to be frightening, he laughed and this only frustrated her. With apologies made, she quickly dubbed him Wulfie, Prince of the Berries. As their friendship deepened and grew, so did the butterflies that slowly began to swirl in her stomach every time she saw him, until one day – it ended. Unknown to the girl, her father had been approached by the Wulfhere’s father while doing routine errands. Angry when he learned of the boy’s engagement, he immediately took action of his own, forbidding the boy contact with his daughter. Having overheard the conversation, Alec was pleased, eager to tell Jane the truth, but fell silent when we saw how sad she seemed at not even seeing him for the day. As the months passed, Jane assumed the worst. It was then that she let herself fall back into the routine that she once had, trying to move on, but when you’re eleven, and you lose someone important, it feels impossible.
During one of Jane’s routine visits to the butcher, she noted a small brown and white rabbit that had been set aside in an even smaller wire cage. Having just enough, she inquired and was cruelly mocked. Overhearing the conversation, both Caspen and Alec clipped their conversation with one of the local girls and disappeared to ‘help’ Jane, but they were too late. The girl was already gone. The threats hadn’t gone unheard. The game had just begun.
Out in the clearing where Alec and Jane had always played, the girl found solace. Three seconds from crying, she hadn’t been there long before she felt the hand of a stranger on her shoulder. Turning, she got quite the surprise of seeing Wulfie. He looked tired, still ill, but even with that, she was happy just to see him all the same. With a kiss to her cheek, the girl flushed and slapped him, angry for being abandoned. It was in those brief few seconds that everything was about fall downhill. Catching sight of everything, a newfound anger found itself in Caspen and he wouldn’t rest until the score was settled. Once Jane was out of earshot, he confronted Wulfhere. When the words failed him with the boy, Caspen decided to go elsewhere with it. No one would make him the fool, especially a silly little girl and sickly boy.
Running home, it would be the first time that she came in contact with the man that had the burgundy colored eyes. As she looked at him, everything inside of her told her to run, yet she stayed still. He was only there for a moment, offering an ounce of comfort and that same rabbit that she had seen in the wire cage. When she turned back to thank him and hand her new bunny a handful of clover, he was gone. An unsettling feeling came over her in that second and when she confided in Alec, he was sure she must’ve made it up, even if he couldn’t explain how she managed to get the rabbit. The girl’s happiness was short lived. Three days later, the butcher was found dead and Wulfhere was blamed by way of Caspen. When the subject of witches came up, Caspen offered the Sallows up as bait, but it was clear that that the boy wasn’t telling the full story and before he could finish, they slit him like the pig he was, cutting his throat from ear to ear and letting him bleed out. It was the only way to release the demons. Letting his body drop, their attention went to Wulfhere.
Forced onto the breaking wheel, it took two hours for the boy to confess to anything they wanted to hear. As he tried to still defend Jane, the only three words he could offer in between the screams condemned the girl and her family, along with his. They were obviously consorting with witches. Left battered and broken, Wulfhere 'died' later that evening, but his body was nowhere to be found. With the boy’s forced confession, the villagers had all they needed to convict the Sallows of witchcraft. Keeping that in mind, the next morning they stormed their farm, setting fire to the barn and abducting the family. There was no time for a split second decision. They had mobbed them without warning. Forcing the Sallows to watch as Wulfie’s family was slaughtered by beheading, the bishop preached the word of God. The last view Jane had of her mother was the woman in tears as her clothes were being ripped off. Her father had been taken first. Though he pleaded for no harm to come to the children, it had all fallen on deaf ears. Dropping the floor out from beneath his feet, they hung him openly on the gallows, mocking him as he gasped and choked out in silence. What happened to her mother, Jane would never know, but the screams were haunting. As they chopped down the tree for the fire, the ringleader of the mob pulled out one of his ‘holy’ relics and waved it before the girl, forcing it to shake in his hand and blaming the reaction on the devil’s daughter. Witches, that was all that the twins were. Grabbing Alec’s hand before they were separated, Jane mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ as they bound her hands behind her back. Once they were satisfied with their bindings, they tied the pair together to the split oak trunk and lit the fire. The sensation of searing pain was strong and all the girl could feel was hate for them. Focusing all of her attention on the burning, she pictured this whole scene the other way around. No time for goodbyes, in that instant, everything she ever loved was stolen from her.
As things grew dark, she pictured thoughts of heaven and what it must be like. Not this, anything but this. Being united with those you hold dear, instead, the girl awoke to a frightening scene. More screams, but instead of it being from just herself, it was from the villagers around her. As her body convulsed, that stinging pain had shifted from just the outside part of her body and met the inside with a fury. Just when she was sure she was going to explode from the overwhelming feelings, it was over. There was nothing left in her thoughts, but an urgency to feed, to hurt, and to maim. Every one of the heartbeats seemed to eagerly reach her ears and the scents – they were new. The grass beneath her body had felt cool, but her body was even colder. Death had found her, but she was still alive. Once more, she had seen the man with the burgundy colored eyes and he… he had saved her life. “Feed.†That had been the only word, a silent understanding between the two. It hadn’t taken her brother nearly as long to get the message. He was already running wild. Feeding a never ending thirst seemed impossible and when the last man standing fell, the bodies were burned. It seemed easy to erase those that you wish never existed, but the memories never went away. That was the price she paid for being ‘different.’
Having felt nothing but hate, it carried over. Sometimes, old wounds never heal. When she saw her reflection for the first time in the clear water, those beautiful burgundy eyes belonged to her. Watching as the entire village burned to ashes with her rabbit in tow, Jane left Wessex and begun her new life in Volterra, feeling a sense of contentment and above all, a new urgency to feed.
In the beginning, things were messy. She didn’t have very much self-control and all too willingly gave in to the desire to hunt. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even feed from them. The humans were like cattle to slaughter and she relished. Over time, she perfected her advances, using her innocence to obtain what she wanted. Being a child herself, it came naturally. There was no harbored guilt, not for their deaths – they were weak and she wasn’t, not anymore. She was reborn, a monster by her own right. It was the way of things, nature at its finest. Those words were practically instilled in her. Being the kind sort, at least one that used to his advantage, Aro graciously took the young girl and her brother under his wing, ‘coddling’ and ‘raising’ them to become what he desired, more pawns. Developing strong bonds with her new ‘family,’ Jane quickly saw Aro and Sulpicia as the parents she no longer had, instantly forming strong attachments to them both. While Aro and Sully doted on the girl, spoiling her, all the while keeping her in line, it was Caius that managed to bring out the dark side in her. Feeding into that sadistic state of mind and pleasurably watching while the demons were unleashed.
And for a time, it was perfect, until a naïve human created chaos. Granted the Volturi hadn’t been without their fair share of battles, but this one particular problem just wouldn’t go away. After having made Jane look like a fool in front of Aro – that twinge of jealousy sparked in the girl and she couldn’t turn loose. When the newborn army failed to get the job done, once again it had been up to Jane and her little band of guards to clean up the mess. It didn’t end there. With the potential thought of an immortal child and once again, the Cullen’s name being tossed into the mix, it was only fuel to the fire. Sadly, it was a lie and being publicly disgraced and humiliated never feels good. Now six years later, despite Aro’s parading around without a care, their number is slowly growing, that small ounce of hope residing in that single fact. It was time to show the world just what they were made of and Jane would be first in line to give them a peace of her mind.
★ L I K E S:
♥ • The pained screams of those begging for mercy.
♥ • Feeling silk across her skin.
♥• Tasting fresh blood on her lips.
★ D I S L I K E S:
✗ • Pointless arguments
✗ • Being mocked due to her appearance.
✗ • Bella and the rest of the Cullens in general.
★ Powers:
Mental Illusionist (Pain Illusion)
Being the sadistic little vampire that she is, Jane possesses the wonderful ability to inflict an excruciating burning sensation of pain onto her intended target. It's the same feeling that she experienced as she was being burned at the stake. Although her power doesn't cause any physical damage to the body, it's a state of complete mental torture for the victim. The degree of pain she unleashes depends on how generous she's feeling at the time. She's able to either amplify or lessen the amount that they actually receive. However, it's not without its drawbacks. Unlike her brother's gift, Jane's only affects one person at a time and they have to remain within her range of focus. If by chance they happen to get away, all bets are off and the illusion is broken, leaving them with the unsettling reminder of the crippling pain of what it's like to be burned alive.
★ OUT OF CHARACTER:
★ F A C E - C L A I M: Dakota Fanning
D. O. B.:October 31, 760 AD.
H E I G H T:4'8"
W E I G H T:Somewhere between 68-72lbs
A L L I A N C E: Volturi Coven
A P P E A R A N C E: Youthful in appearance, Jane would come across as your typical preteen, at least from a distance. Upon further inspection, she couldn’t be farther from it. Slightly morbid, the girl possesses a sort of haunting beauty. At only twelve physically, frame is slender, holding little to no curves, much to her dismay. Straight blond hair is typically kept pulled back in a tight bun, few to no strands let loose to frame that delicate angular face. Lips were thin, like a doll. Porcelain colored skin bore little to no scars. At least not any that would be visible to the untrained eye. Ones that could be detected were easily covered by her clothing. Eyes were a deep shade of burgundy, holding a sparked edge of cruelty.
Standing at only four foot eight, she was hardly the portrait of intimidation, but looks could be deceptive. She didn't have the enhanced strength like Felix, but the girl could hold her own in other ways. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't built for physical combat. Because Jane often likes to present herself as older despite her actual looks, her sense of style isn't always the expected.Sporting her signature Mary Jane heels, her fashion sense was leaned more toward the glam goth genre, opting for frilly dresses and skirts over jeans and t-shirts.
G E N E R A L:
Toward the end of October, life as the Sallows knew would change forever. Shortly after midnight, the first born of the twins, a baby girl, exited the womb with a lot to say. Kicking, screaming, and without an ounce of patience, it was obvious enough to them at first glance that there was something as special about their baby, Jane. It wasn't until her brother was placed by her side two minutes later that the baby silenced herself and an ounce of calm followed. From that point on, one was never seen without the other. That strong bond that had been formed in the womb had been sealed by their first breaths.
In a small village, rumors tended to run rampant and the girls mother wasn't an exception to the rule. Out of spite or sheer jealousy over the woman's looks and sweet disposition, naivety often led her to be the sole source for old bitty entertainment. For the most part, their mother had been a kind woman, but she was young, and although doing what she could to ensure that the children were well cared for while her husband was away, she had continued to maintain that questionable reputation amongst the older women due to her ability to beat the odds. Jane father, however, had been a complete mystery. What he looked like or smelled like, was nothing but a faint memory that had all too soon begun to fade, at least until she turned five. The injury that he had sustained to his leg during his time away had put a damper on his being a solider and forced him into an early return home. By the time they were seven, the twins were old enough to pick up the slack, helping with the chores that their mother had no time for and attending to what their father could not do. Because of their poverty stricken lifestyle and the amount of work that that the twins had to do, Jane and Alec never had much time for making friends. The select few that they did have always managed to have a terrible accident when Jane became cross with them, earning her the nickname of witch twin amongst the other children. A name Jane would soon come to despise.
It wasn't until the summer of Jane tenth year that the girl realized she wasn't quite like everyone else. A harmless moment of folly at the creek during a game of hide and seek turned deadly when one little boy accused her of cheating. Anger and a flush of embarrassment had caused the girl to see nothing but red and before she could catch herself, she pushed the boy backward, envisioning him falling into the water below and unable to resurface. What she hadn't anticipated, was it actually happening. Even though she had pushed, he caught his balance. The fall came a minute later. Watching with horror as the large boy slipped, Jane bore witness to her first near death experience. It took two other boys to help him out of the water and though he could swim, he swore up and down that he felt the sensation of being punched in the stomach and when he tried to swim upward, continued to mouth about how his arms were much too heavy to lift and felt only pain. Running home, she confided in Alec about what she had thought, blaming coincidence, it wasn't until the boys parents showed up at the door that things changed for them. With accusations of witchcraft and devilry spewing from their lips and a promise of as setting things right there be no end to the situation. After the threats, something inside Jane snapped and the girl just wasn't the same. Although her parents noted a difference in her behavior, they passed it off as nothing more than a phase for a growing girl. It's unclear whether or not it had been intentional, but fortune favored those that were kind to the child's family and the ones that continued with the vicious rumors, however, weren't as lucky. Only Alec knew the truth. This had instilled a certain fear in the most superstitious of the locals and because of their influence within the village, eventually led to more problems for the twins family. Sadly, the Sallows were slightly shunned and forced into reclusive like mannerisms. As their farther health declined even further, Benjamin found himself having to send word to the next village for additional help with their farm, sinking them even further into debt. When the boy arrived, Jane was somewhat smitten with the fifteen year old, leaving Alec to question the boys intention and his sisters attitude.
Now Caspen had been far from privileged, but his family had still managed to be semi-successful, only because of his grandfather’s generosity. He was a hard worker. This all too evident by how he handled his chores and the responsibility that had been bestowed upon him. As time wore on Jane’s fancies had become clearer and hadn’t gone unnoticed. Being the boy he was, he displayed his interest in abundance. Naturally, this only made the girl’s father even happier, having already seen him as a perfect match for his little girl. He could ensure her happiness, but there was a side to Caspen that got overlooked. He was cold and a bit callous in his attitude, at least when he was alone with girl. He had no time for ‘playful’ antics and discouraged the imaginative side of Jane. This left her a bit closed off, something Alec couldn’t understand and hated, but things were about to change for her, in a way that she never expected.
One day, while she was out in the field crushing raspberries for paint, someone had caught her eye. He was tall with a slender frame, and more importantly, eating the source of her paint. With an unknown stealth, she quietly tucked herself down into the tall thicket of grass and moved closer to him. He was quite handsome up close, though even with that there was just something about him. Smearing some of that paint beneath her eyes, she faked her best scary voice, trying to run him off, but it backfired. Instead of finding Jane to be frightening, he laughed and this only frustrated her. With apologies made, she quickly dubbed him Wulfie, Prince of the Berries. As their friendship deepened and grew, so did the butterflies that slowly began to swirl in her stomach every time she saw him, until one day – it ended. Unknown to the girl, her father had been approached by the Wulfhere’s father while doing routine errands. Angry when he learned of the boy’s engagement, he immediately took action of his own, forbidding the boy contact with his daughter. Having overheard the conversation, Alec was pleased, eager to tell Jane the truth, but fell silent when we saw how sad she seemed at not even seeing him for the day. As the months passed, Jane assumed the worst. It was then that she let herself fall back into the routine that she once had, trying to move on, but when you’re eleven, and you lose someone important, it feels impossible.
During one of Jane’s routine visits to the butcher, she noted a small brown and white rabbit that had been set aside in an even smaller wire cage. Having just enough, she inquired and was cruelly mocked. Overhearing the conversation, both Caspen and Alec clipped their conversation with one of the local girls and disappeared to ‘help’ Jane, but they were too late. The girl was already gone. The threats hadn’t gone unheard. The game had just begun.
Out in the clearing where Alec and Jane had always played, the girl found solace. Three seconds from crying, she hadn’t been there long before she felt the hand of a stranger on her shoulder. Turning, she got quite the surprise of seeing Wulfie. He looked tired, still ill, but even with that, she was happy just to see him all the same. With a kiss to her cheek, the girl flushed and slapped him, angry for being abandoned. It was in those brief few seconds that everything was about fall downhill. Catching sight of everything, a newfound anger found itself in Caspen and he wouldn’t rest until the score was settled. Once Jane was out of earshot, he confronted Wulfhere. When the words failed him with the boy, Caspen decided to go elsewhere with it. No one would make him the fool, especially a silly little girl and sickly boy.
Running home, it would be the first time that she came in contact with the man that had the burgundy colored eyes. As she looked at him, everything inside of her told her to run, yet she stayed still. He was only there for a moment, offering an ounce of comfort and that same rabbit that she had seen in the wire cage. When she turned back to thank him and hand her new bunny a handful of clover, he was gone. An unsettling feeling came over her in that second and when she confided in Alec, he was sure she must’ve made it up, even if he couldn’t explain how she managed to get the rabbit. The girl’s happiness was short lived. Three days later, the butcher was found dead and Wulfhere was blamed by way of Caspen. When the subject of witches came up, Caspen offered the Sallows up as bait, but it was clear that that the boy wasn’t telling the full story and before he could finish, they slit him like the pig he was, cutting his throat from ear to ear and letting him bleed out. It was the only way to release the demons. Letting his body drop, their attention went to Wulfhere.
Forced onto the breaking wheel, it took two hours for the boy to confess to anything they wanted to hear. As he tried to still defend Jane, the only three words he could offer in between the screams condemned the girl and her family, along with his. They were obviously consorting with witches. Left battered and broken, Wulfhere 'died' later that evening, but his body was nowhere to be found. With the boy’s forced confession, the villagers had all they needed to convict the Sallows of witchcraft. Keeping that in mind, the next morning they stormed their farm, setting fire to the barn and abducting the family. There was no time for a split second decision. They had mobbed them without warning. Forcing the Sallows to watch as Wulfie’s family was slaughtered by beheading, the bishop preached the word of God. The last view Jane had of her mother was the woman in tears as her clothes were being ripped off. Her father had been taken first. Though he pleaded for no harm to come to the children, it had all fallen on deaf ears. Dropping the floor out from beneath his feet, they hung him openly on the gallows, mocking him as he gasped and choked out in silence. What happened to her mother, Jane would never know, but the screams were haunting. As they chopped down the tree for the fire, the ringleader of the mob pulled out one of his ‘holy’ relics and waved it before the girl, forcing it to shake in his hand and blaming the reaction on the devil’s daughter. Witches, that was all that the twins were. Grabbing Alec’s hand before they were separated, Jane mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ as they bound her hands behind her back. Once they were satisfied with their bindings, they tied the pair together to the split oak trunk and lit the fire. The sensation of searing pain was strong and all the girl could feel was hate for them. Focusing all of her attention on the burning, she pictured this whole scene the other way around. No time for goodbyes, in that instant, everything she ever loved was stolen from her.
As things grew dark, she pictured thoughts of heaven and what it must be like. Not this, anything but this. Being united with those you hold dear, instead, the girl awoke to a frightening scene. More screams, but instead of it being from just herself, it was from the villagers around her. As her body convulsed, that stinging pain had shifted from just the outside part of her body and met the inside with a fury. Just when she was sure she was going to explode from the overwhelming feelings, it was over. There was nothing left in her thoughts, but an urgency to feed, to hurt, and to maim. Every one of the heartbeats seemed to eagerly reach her ears and the scents – they were new. The grass beneath her body had felt cool, but her body was even colder. Death had found her, but she was still alive. Once more, she had seen the man with the burgundy colored eyes and he… he had saved her life. “Feed.†That had been the only word, a silent understanding between the two. It hadn’t taken her brother nearly as long to get the message. He was already running wild. Feeding a never ending thirst seemed impossible and when the last man standing fell, the bodies were burned. It seemed easy to erase those that you wish never existed, but the memories never went away. That was the price she paid for being ‘different.’
Having felt nothing but hate, it carried over. Sometimes, old wounds never heal. When she saw her reflection for the first time in the clear water, those beautiful burgundy eyes belonged to her. Watching as the entire village burned to ashes with her rabbit in tow, Jane left Wessex and begun her new life in Volterra, feeling a sense of contentment and above all, a new urgency to feed.
In the beginning, things were messy. She didn’t have very much self-control and all too willingly gave in to the desire to hunt. Sometimes, she wouldn’t even feed from them. The humans were like cattle to slaughter and she relished. Over time, she perfected her advances, using her innocence to obtain what she wanted. Being a child herself, it came naturally. There was no harbored guilt, not for their deaths – they were weak and she wasn’t, not anymore. She was reborn, a monster by her own right. It was the way of things, nature at its finest. Those words were practically instilled in her. Being the kind sort, at least one that used to his advantage, Aro graciously took the young girl and her brother under his wing, ‘coddling’ and ‘raising’ them to become what he desired, more pawns. Developing strong bonds with her new ‘family,’ Jane quickly saw Aro and Sulpicia as the parents she no longer had, instantly forming strong attachments to them both. While Aro and Sully doted on the girl, spoiling her, all the while keeping her in line, it was Caius that managed to bring out the dark side in her. Feeding into that sadistic state of mind and pleasurably watching while the demons were unleashed.
And for a time, it was perfect, until a naïve human created chaos. Granted the Volturi hadn’t been without their fair share of battles, but this one particular problem just wouldn’t go away. After having made Jane look like a fool in front of Aro – that twinge of jealousy sparked in the girl and she couldn’t turn loose. When the newborn army failed to get the job done, once again it had been up to Jane and her little band of guards to clean up the mess. It didn’t end there. With the potential thought of an immortal child and once again, the Cullen’s name being tossed into the mix, it was only fuel to the fire. Sadly, it was a lie and being publicly disgraced and humiliated never feels good. Now six years later, despite Aro’s parading around without a care, their number is slowly growing, that small ounce of hope residing in that single fact. It was time to show the world just what they were made of and Jane would be first in line to give them a peace of her mind.
★ L I K E S:
♥ • The pained screams of those begging for mercy.
♥ • Feeling silk across her skin.
♥• Tasting fresh blood on her lips.
★ D I S L I K E S:
✗ • Pointless arguments
✗ • Being mocked due to her appearance.
✗ • Bella and the rest of the Cullens in general.
★ Powers:
Mental Illusionist (Pain Illusion)
Being the sadistic little vampire that she is, Jane possesses the wonderful ability to inflict an excruciating burning sensation of pain onto her intended target. It's the same feeling that she experienced as she was being burned at the stake. Although her power doesn't cause any physical damage to the body, it's a state of complete mental torture for the victim. The degree of pain she unleashes depends on how generous she's feeling at the time. She's able to either amplify or lessen the amount that they actually receive. However, it's not without its drawbacks. Unlike her brother's gift, Jane's only affects one person at a time and they have to remain within her range of focus. If by chance they happen to get away, all bets are off and the illusion is broken, leaving them with the unsettling reminder of the crippling pain of what it's like to be burned alive.
★ OUT OF CHARACTER:
★ F A C E - C L A I M: Dakota Fanning
