Jane Doe

My name is Jane Doe, I follow my orders and I don't ask questions. 22 Year old Female Mafordan RP Group Ranking: Fledgling Housed: Building Sigma, Room 1

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“Who Are You Again?” [Jane & Bowen]

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【♝~】           Bowen shook his head. God this girl was naive. She didn’t know that the being her family had slaughtered was the very being she didn’t believe existed. She was mortal, she was human, and god it was laughable. A brief chuckle left the red clad male, showing the female how wrong she was, not through words, but by mere actions. 

She said he was the one who knew nothing, but Bowen knew enough about her kind. 

She spoke too much, she was a foul play type of girl at the most. That became apparent to Bowen through her tactics, something he should have seen coming, but something that he thought he’d give her the benefit of the doubt with. He listened to her talk of horrible winged creatures, yet she didn’t believe in angels. This was surreal, and by all means, disgustingly laughable.

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Jane could not believe her eyes, this offending male was shaking his head at her again. Now Jane was not the kind of girl to make idle threats, if she needed to just would kill this little bastard...

However Jane did not have much time to think, the male went down easily, almost too easy. The male rolled his eyes at her little speech and seemed not to believe she had uttered, this only served to make her more angry. Again the male was talking to her about angels, the winged creature was an angel, he was an angel? Abusive man? Hmmmm, did the organization not avoid those cases? These questions were not important, “we just follow orders, Angel.” Jane twisted the word angel into something dirty.

Wrong methods? She wasn’t wishing to kill the man here and there, she was better than that, she would only kill if she was severely threatened first. However she was interested in how to kill an angel, would be an interesting thing to learn. To be fair Jane wasn’t going to slit his throat she was just threatening him but it was obvious that it wound up the angel.

Suddenly Jane was thrown off him and a blinding pain shot into her side, she had been stabbed, Jane kept her face neutral and shifted into work mode. Then the male had the nerve to stomp on her wound, for some reason this caused Jane to laugh loudly.

She listened to the threats the angel was sprouting and continued to laugh, even when the heavy boot clad boot stomped down yet again. Jane’s eye’s flashed fire when she spoke again, “some angel you are, stabbing a human. Also you may try to kill me try being the operative word... Angels are supposed to be good but you’re just as corrupt as me. Also if you’re gonna kill me at least a name would do, it’s Bowen right? Now remember my name its Jane and I will the last person you will ever see.”

Jane took her hand than held the knife and cut the achilles heel of the angel, see how he deals with his own pain. Something told Jane to go for the wings and take them, so then she could kill the man. But she couldn’t do this when he had pinned her, hopefully the cut would take him down for a moment. Jane decided in that moment that she wouldn’t speak much more, but maybe she would use her real name, when she killed this angel. For her father, she thought.

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“Who Are You Again?” [Jane & Bowen]

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【♝~】           Bowen’s heart sank as the girl approached him. Oh god di it sink to the floor at the sound of her words. Bowen was okay with people trying to taunt him, but this girl was taking things eighteen steps too far. On instinct Bowen’s hand hit against the girl’s who had taken a grip onto his necklace. God no was he going to let her touch the only thing he had left from his mother.

However, that was the next thing she had brought up. This girl. The young girl that the assassin that killed his mother had held by his side. Bowen knew he was heavily influenced but never would Cordula have made him witness a cold murder in broad daylight. Never. Shaking his head, the angel took a few steps back, a hand reaching back to go for the knife in his pocket. He was taking no prisoners today. Not today.

        “How dare you. How can you speak of someone you barely knew in such a foul way.” Hypocrisy wasn’t intended at this point, but Bowen was far beyond ready to care. As though it was a sudden movement, the angel moved his elbow to hit against the girl’s side before he spoke up once more. 

        “Those that deserve death in your eyes are the ones that earn you the right amount of coins. You do not care for who does and does not deserve it. You cannot preach such bullshit to me.” Bowen wasn’t one for swearing, and you could have trusted him when he would say it left a foul taste in his mouth, however this was a whole different scenario. His mother who had tried to hard to protect him, died for the sake of his safety was now rocking in her grave at the voice of this grating, disgusting female before him. A subtle growl left Bowen’s mouth as he spoke up to this foul individual.

        “Do not even test me. I will tear you apart. You are worse than any demon I have face on this universe, and for what you, or your disgusting family have done to my mother, I will have my revenge. I care not for names, nor do I care for your tactics. I suggest you atone and repent before you go straight to hell. Then again. It is where your kind belong.” 

His hand hitting against the one thta held Jane’s hand made her release the hold she had on the necklace, hmm this little boy has grown up Jane thought to herself. She could see that she had struck a nerve, good.

It was such a shame that the man took a step back, she was having far too much fun with him. Jane did however clock the movement of his head and the way his hand snaked inside his pocket. Her eyes narrowed into slits, what did he have hiding in there? One word sprung to mind, knife.

Jane listened to the man go on, only to feel a jab at her side. Jane remained standing straight but her eyes narrowed further. “Well that’s not very nice” Jane’s voice was ice, “I can speak freely, my father did what he had to, that horrid winged creature was a secret we had to protect. The government would not have stood for less.” Jane hissed the words at him, did her not understand the strength of duty?

Jane again waited for the man to prattle on about things he had no clue about, but the killing for money made Jane’s blood boil. “The right coin?! How dare you, the only money I take for my kills is enough to survive in this world! I get paid in information about my mother, you stupid arrogant little prick, stop talking about things you clearly have no clue about! I kill the scum bags of the Earth never have I killed an innocent man, child or woman. You dear sir have reached my last nerve.”

The growl did not faze Jane, she’d heard and seen worse. Jane prepared herself for the worse, stancing herself so that she could withstand attack. Again the male spoke up, threatening to end her life, as if that hadn’t happened before!

“Dear lord, you cannot preach about demons at me, what’s next do angels exist too? My family is not disgusting, slang my family and I will make sure there is nothing left of you! Hell? Yeah I know that’s my destiny, but unfortunately you will not be the one taking me there.”

With those finishing words Jane dropped to the floor and swept a leg to the side of the man’s knee causing him to fall to the floor beside her. Pulling the knife out Jane leaped on the man, banishing the knife to his throat.

GAME FUCKING ON, she thought.

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☮, ☁ and ツ for the headcanons~

☮“Just breathe, I've been trained in this, you will not see emotion unless I let you” Jane’s face lifts into a smirk☁  “Cold weather doesn’t bother me, just time to wrap up warm!”

ツ“umm umm, well” Jane blushes slightly “something sexual is all I’ll say” Jane blushing bright red “I don’t want to say more” 

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“Who Are You Again?” [Jane & Bowen]

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【♝~】           Bowen’s day could only go from bad to worse at this point. To be fair, he’s had worse days, but this just felt ridiculous. No answers, and no sign of anyone from the organisation. Not even a single sign from Cordula. And that was the scariest part. The angel had been toddling around the corridors if but for what felt like hours. He was beginning to feel somewhat exhausted. Perhaps if he slumped back to the room he had woken up in, perhaps he would find the stomach to sleep in a such an awfully kept room.

It would take some stirring but he’d do it. Eventually he figured he would have had to.

A sigh left the young boy’s mouth as he flipped the key-card out from his pocket, swiping it across the panel next to the door, allowing it to open by itself. Perhaps he would go to looking round the room a bit more. Might stop his from getting hit by anyone again-

But his thoughts were cut off by the sight of a young girl, probably not too much older than himself standing at the door where it had opened. Had she anticipated his arrival. With caution, Bowen took a step back from the now open door, scanning the girl briefly.

Something felt off about this.

She looked like someone he knew. Or at least, knew in the circumstance of brief meetings, or seeing them out in public on a weird day. She didn’t smell of demon, so who on earth was she? Eyebrows knitting themselves into a frown, Bowen pursed his lips for a moment, before anything regretful came out as words. 

       “My apologies. I had no idea someone was standing behind the door.” With the same level of caution, Bowen took a step forward, nervously playing with the engraved charm around his neck. Who was this girl and why did Bowen recognise her. With a sharp inhale, Bowen piped up once more. “For some reason, I thought I recognised you. But it may just be something else.” 

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Jane’s worse fears were confirmed, there was a man behind the door but just not any man, Jane’s eyes narrowed in on the jewellery that hug around his neck.

“Where did you get that necklace from? I recognise you too, from when I was young, perks of a photographic memory my younger friend.” Jane’s voice was monotone she knew where that necklace came from and she wasn’t afraid of the boy she last saw when she was five. Her father killed the winged creature as she watched, learning how to kill creatures for money. 

“You want to know where I know where I know you friend?” Jane stepped closer to the man, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper as she leant up to the man’s ear and whispering in it seductively, whilst wrapping another hand around the man’s necklace.

“I watched your mother die, my first experience of seeing life drained from someone. And oh poor you, the little two year old crying over his dear mummy. You were what made me choose this life, seeing those who deserve death, nothing is sweeter my friend.” Jane’s voice was pure sex as she whispered this into the males ear.

Jane stayed against the male like a lioness with her prey playing before the kill. Jane was channelling every inch of Amanda’s lessons, so that she could trap the younger male, oh what a glorious day to wake up in a strange place, who knew it would hold so many treats....

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“Who Are You Again?” [Jane & Bowen]

Jane woke with a start, feeling as though she had missed her usual wake up time. Her body felt alarmingly lethargic but her mind and senses were alert and already searching out for potential danger, opening her eyes she looked around the room she found herself in. It was dark and damp, but most worryingly there was two other beds in the room, who knew what those people would be like. Jane shuddered at the mere thought; her need for order was in high gear with her impulses racing she jumps off the bed and straights the bed covers, before then organizing the bed side table.

Satisfied with a job well done, Jane looked down and was relieved to see she was in combat black trousers and a black vest top, the leather jacket was thrown over the chair and she immediately put it on. The jacket felt lighter and Jane noticed that everything felt lighter, she had no weapons. Her heartbeat climbed as Jane checked her pockets and patted herself down, finding only a small kitchen knife; someone had taken her favourite knife and replaced it with this cruel imitation for the smooth blade with the gold handle that she was used to. No engravement with the all the important dates in her life since she was five, her first kill; her mission, her life was engraved on that knife. Jane made a vow to herself that when or if she ever got her knife back she would kill whoever stole it with the same very knife.

Realizing that she hadn’t even checked the surrounding area Jane opened her ears and strained to listen, she thought she could hear someone or something moving outside the door but wasn’t sure. Ignoring her instinct to find out Jane wandered through the room, checking everything out, leaving no corner untouched.

Jane walked towards the door, curiosity had gained the better of her, hopefully no one was on the other side but the noises were only getting louder.

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Go on anon and tell my muse about a rumor you’ve heard

it can be about their friends, family, or even them!

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Surprise my muse with a kiss.

A peck, a smooch, a full on french-snog. See how they blush.

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Headcanons!

☠: Their worst habit.

☮: How they keep calm.

♥: How they show affection.

♕: Their most prized possessions.

★: Their favorite celebrity.

☼: Favorite season.

☁: How they feel about cold weather.

☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

☹: A thought that makes them sad.

♫: Favorite music genres.

✍: A langauge they can speak.

✖: A trait they despise in people.

△: Views on lgtbq issues

ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.

☃: Would they build a snowman

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Hi guys just to let everyone know i’m redoing my theme, so if you look on this blog and its a little messed up thats why!

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Unease ~ [{Jane and Ilmari}]

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Well, at least his guesses were being proven right. The scent from this woman had only intensified as they had come face to face. Briefly, Ilmari thanked the powers that be for the dulling of his senses. He had the feeling that the smell of that perfume would have been somewhat overwhelming had he been working at his full capacity. No matter how much time passed, strong smells still continued to irk him. Shaking his head to himself, he briefly studied her, attempting to assess whether or not she was a threat. However that was difficult to draw out from mere appearances. Although one thing did catch his eye…

Her hand.

It was in her pocket, seemingly casually, but that simple gesture made him all too aware of the weight of the hammer in his robe. He bargained that if there were others here, that they would have a weapon or tool at their disposal, much like himself. What they chose would be a different matter entirely, as would if she actually had a hold of the said weapon at that moment in time. It would make sense to keep a weapon to hand when facing the unknown- he certainly was doing the same thing. With his own hand poised calmly by his side, he was ready to reach into his robe and pull out his hammer, even if having to grab it would add a few precious seconds to the time it’d take him to protect himself. All in all, he was weighing up protection against risking hurting someone who meant him no harm.

In those few moments between him opening the door, and then coming face to face, all to quickly Ilmari had become lost in his own paranoid thoughts. Yet the sound of her voice brought him back to his senses.

Flicking his gaze up to lock sights with her, he exhaled softly before responding. "Your perfume." Was the simple reply, the Black Dog rapidly falling quiet to observe the female once more. She continued to talk, her responses seemingly what you’d expect from a situation like this. She seemed curious, albeit in a cautious manner. After all that was to be expected when faced with strangers. But she was blunt too, to the point in her questions. Even if she was rather rude about it. Despite all of this though, he still couldn’t shake the sense of uneasiness that her presence brought him. The sensation felt vaguely familiar, and yet… he still couldn’t place it. Just who was this woman to bring worry to one of his species? Still maintaining his silence for a few moments more, he finally opened his mouth to speak once more.

"These are my quarters. It appears we may be sharing a room." Casting his sights to the three beds and back to her, he gestured to their surroundings, almost trying to insinuate that the deduction he’d just made was clear as day. "However, I will move. In time."

Shrugging his shoulders gently, he paused once again, processing her name. Jane Doe? Unable to hold back an amused snort, a small smile graced his lips. 

"An interesting name." He mused, the smile rapidly vanishing from his features. The longer he spent talking to this woman, the more anxious he felt. It may have just been general worry towards the situation, but something felt severely off here, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. Surely throwing your identity out in the open like that, especially with such a name, was a rather stupid thing to do? "Do you introduce yourself so freely to strangers normally, or do I happen to be a special case?"

And now? Now she wished to know his identity. Turning his sights to the wall before looking into her eyes once more, he waved his hand dismissively before he spoke. He wasn’t so keen on revealing who he was right away but masking details might cause more suspicion towards himself. Silently he took her hand, gripping it firmly before shaking it. Welcoming gestures contrasted harsh words… just what was he meant to make of this?

"Ilmari." His voice carried little emotion. Whilst he was rattled by her words, it took far more than a few snide comments to genuinely anger him. "And the feeling is mutual. For the time being at least."

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Jane was confused, her perfume? Oh she was probably still smothered in it from her last mission, her last kill was a hard one, and she had to get up close and personal. Speaking of that… Where was her dress, the heels? She hadn’t checked her face but she assumed it would still be dolled up but then again her hair was in loose waves around her face. All of this was particularly strange, again questions raged through her mind, making her wonder what the purpose of her being here was. However she could understand why this male had a problem with the perfume she was wearing, it wasn’t her taste either but Amanda had sprayed it on her because it was her victims favorite scent. 

“Sorry” came a quick nervous response, Jane met his eyes noting they were a red colour. Hmmm interesting she thought saving that information for later, her own aqua eyes locking his gaze to hers.

Jane continued to study the man as he was her, her fingers played with the knife in her pocket numbly, a habit she guessed. The man in front of her gave her a weird vibe like he wasn’t all human? The longer she spent with the man the more the room started to smell more like dog to her, what was going on?

Jane shook her head minimally keeping her eyes on the male. To her surprise he spoke again, his words were the obvious that she had already gathered but it was nice to put a face to a bed, if that was an ok thing to say.

“Well that was a little obvious no?” Her tone was snippy with a touch of annoyance, “Hopefully we can be out of each others hairs soon then?” Her tone lightened at that, a small smile graced her lips.

His amusement at her name was something she was used too, however the male did not seem to mean it in a bad way. Smacking his arm lightly like a friend would to another friend, letting her smile grow Jane speaks up “Oh shhh you, i need a name like that in my profession” Her voice trailing off a little.

“I do not believe it’s stupid, try finding me and you’ll soon realize that theres too many Jane Doe’s to count or have you forgotten what Jane Doe means?” Her voice lost the warmth it held just a moment ago, a deadly edge coated her words.

Jane could see how confused the male was with her, she revealed in this, it left him open to attack if she felt the need to go with that side of her nature. His handshake was firm and not what she was expecting, he seemed to be a strong man and even stronger willed from the way he grasped her hand. Jane was taught from a young age that the way you shook a person’s hand told them a lot about you, she just hoped hers didn’t give too much away.

“Ilmari” She tasted the name on her tongue, hmmm it was different, “I’m glad we agree, now i’m a woman who lives by rules, do you have any you would like me to follow?” Jane felt this was most certainly important if she was going to be living with the guy, but surprisingly her eyes never wavered from his, her eyes staying open, she had been taught never to look away first....

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It was bizarre to say the least. For a while now, Ilmari had been awake, exploring this strange building, only to return to the bedroom he’d awakened in somewhat dejectedly. Things smelt, looked, and even sounded wrong. There was no way he could adequately concentrate on his exploration in such a state, and so stopping for a moment seemed to be the only decent course of action. Even then though, he couldn’t rest. Pawing frustratedly at his nose, Ilmari paced about, trying to pick apart any scent that he could. But it was almost as though he felt congested. Smells he could usually distinguish right away melted together into one mess…

Quite frankly, it was a little disorientating for the Black Dog.

Shaking his head, he moved to sniff the air once more, desperately attempting to pick out something familiar. With a gentle sigh he moved to sit down on the bed he had claimed as his. Perhaps he was genuinely was coming down with something, but there was no way that would explain why he felt wrong overall. Besides, what sort of disease would dull your senses with little other consequence? Resting a hand against his forehead, Ilmari carefully observed the room, repeatedly sniffing the air in an increasingly frustrated manner.

But that was the moment he caught something. It was weak, which he’d usually put down to the smell being far away, but given the circumstances he wasn’t so sure. Arching his head up he brushed his robes down as he arose from his seat, following the scent. It seemed as though it was coming from the other side of the door… and it was floral too, something he’d liken to the scent of perfume.

Did this mean that someone else was around here?

Tentatively he moved his hand to trace it over the handle of his hammer, now thankfully hidden within the fabric of his robes. If it came down to it, he still had a degree of protection, well that was if he decided to mask his true species. 

Halting for a moment he inclined his head, hoping to hear something through the door. He wasn’t sure… but he thought that there was a sort of rustling. All of this was keeping him unusually on edge. The feeling of being vulnerable in this setting was unpleasant to say the least.

With a deep breath he wrapped a hand around the door’s handle, throwing it open rather violently. As the outside was revealed to him, his face remained stoic, albeit with surprise briefly flickering across his features as he spotted the form of a girl.

Curiously he gave the air another sniff, she was definitely the source of the rose-like scent. Although, he couldn’t help but pause. There was something that seemed a bit… off about her. Something he couldn’t place his finger on, but lingered never the less. So despite making himself known already, he made no other move to interact with her, simply standing in the doorway, observing her in complete silence…

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Jane woke with a start, feeling as though she had missed her usual wake up time. Her body felt alarmingly lethargic but her mind and senses were alert and already searching out for potential danger, opening her eyes she looked around the room she found herself in. It was dark and damp, but most worryingly there was two other beds in the room, who knew what those people would be like. Jane shuddered at the mere thought; her need for order was in high gear with her impulses racing she jumps off the bed and straights the bed covers, before then organizing the bed side table.

Satisfied with a job well done, Jane looked down and was relieved to see she was in combat black trousers and a black vest top, the leather jacket was thrown over the chair and she immediately put it on. The jacket felt lighter and Jane noticed that everything felt lighter, she had no weapons. Her heartbeat climbed as Jane checked her pockets and patted herself down, finding only a small kitchen knife; someone had taken her favourite knife and replaced it with this cruel imitation for the smooth blade with the gold handle that she was used to. No engravement with the all the important dates in her life since she was five, her first kill; her mission, her life was engraved on that knife. Jane made a vow to herself that when or if she ever got her knife back she would kill whoever stole it with the same very knife.

Realizing that she hadn’t even checked the surrounding area Jane opened her ears and strained to listen, she thought she could hear someone or something moving next door but wasn’t sure. Ignoring her instinct to find out Jane wandered through the room, checking everything out, leaving no corner untouched.

The unknown was making Jane antsy and she made a move for the door, but stopped when she heard the approaching of a male, from the sound of his footsteps, he seemed to be tall from the walk the weight was falling in his steps. Hmmm was he here to capture her, or take her away? She still had no idea what the purpose of her being here was. Hopefully this male had the answers she was searching for…

Suddenly the door was violently thrown open, so much for subtlety she thought to herself. Revealed to her was a 5”7 man dressed in a strange robe, Jane kept her face neutral while she watched surprise flicker across the males face. Jane didn’t recognize the man and he seemed very out of place in the small room she had woken up in.

As he sniffed the air Jane rose an eyebrow, “something stink in here mate?” she sniffed herself and smelt something like dog but she knew no animals had been in the room. The male did not seem to want to introduce himself, so Jane dashed over to him knife in hand, in her pocket she didn’t want him to see it just yet. “Well what are you here for? Just gonna stand over there all day?” Jane eyed the man looking for a weakness; he didn’t seem to be doing much other than watching her. Admiring his skill she stuck out her hand, “if you are going to throw open my door I’d at least like to know you’re name? My name is Jane Doe, I would say it’s nice to meet you but I don’t like lying” The lie of her name rolled easily off her tongue as it had done for the last 12 years; her voice was like silk and one could easily fall into it but strangely her voice carried no accent.

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(( OOC introduction here, hi my name is Angel (or at least online) i’m roleplaying my darling Jane who is a somewhat new creation, i hope you enjoy playing with this ice queen! Wanna rp with me? Hit me up on my ask or ask for my ooc contact)))