Jones, Adah

[Adah Jones]

Character Name:
Adah Clairee Jones

Species:
Human, serving The Fifth

Age, Gender:
Thirty-four, Female

Description:
Your eyes flicker over the figure of the woman and move on, but a moment later they stray back because of the lightning in your head that overpowers your will and forcefully insists that you look again. It was not the woman’s skin, the color of rich chocolate, which reeled you in; nor her meticulously, handled hair. It could not have been her body, which was averagely proportioned though hidden beneath loose-fitting, dull clothes which served their purpose—to conceal—and only that. She was not remarkably attractive, nor was her height oak-tree enviable. Your interest was not due to the fact that in her right hand she held a Bible, or that she wore a crucifix, well half her weight in gold, around her neck. It was her eyes; dark and alluring, lit in times of shadow, and glowing with the silent laughter of a woman who has battled the deepest of scorn and lived through to see that the pain she once bore rest on no other shoulders than her own.

Stare as you might, she has knowingly met your gaze and turned away, allowing full speculation as she quietly feigns oblivion.

Personality:

Adah's confident step is not demanding, yet draws attention. Her presence in a room is that of a lantern in a closet. Her words are spoken with pride, and even when she must tell a being that this very day might be their last, she tells them with an open heart and the patience of an angel.

Adah's emotions are as vast as the waves in the oceans, and likewise ever-changing. It's not in the spastic way as to where a person might suspect bipolarity; she may be on the brink of tears as she explains the damnation of the soul, and then suddenly beam with a smile like no other as she proclaims the good news of Jesus. Not prone to speculation, she believes that all people are good until they prove otherwise. That's not to say that she would entrust her car keys to the 'good' stranger...

Spit in her eye! She will insist that you doctor the other likewise. Slap her cheek. She will turn her head and offer the other. Brake her body and she will naught but wish you break her mind.

But insult her God, and you've just insulted the Arch Angel himself.

History:

Once upon a time there was a happy woman, who was a pleased mother and exceptionally caring wife.
Once upon a time there was a young woman with security in her religion, an understanding of the world, and a trust in mankind.
Once upon a time, an undeserving woman met a time which none would wish themselves once upon.

“We must never forget that God is always in control.” Her husband had kissed her forehead and pressed her tear-raw face into his chest, keeping the sobbing woman’s body from falling to pieces in an attempt to follow the lead of her heart.

Six years before that day, Adah gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy she had ever laid eyes on. Each of his newborn cries screamed “Perfection!”, and each time he grasped her finger she felt as if the sun had shifted to caress the moon. The boy was to be called Peyton, and he was to be her all. But is it not warned to not put your faith in the things of this earth? If only she had not been so blinded by what she had desired instead of what was right in the Lord’s eyes, maybe she would have been able to prevent it.

“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”

The call she’d received had not been clear. “You’ve got to come…Peyton’s being…I don’t know what…can’t control him.”
All eyes were on the concerned mother as she’d stood during her husband’s sermon, catching even his eye and stalling his flow. It had only taken a wave of the hand to persuade him that things were fine. But things would never been fine again.

Peyton was already so far gone. “It started with small things. He would puke suddenly, or say something completely uncharacteristic.” His kindergarten wasn’t too far from the old church, although all of the cell phones in the area were defective because of the dense forest. It had been said before that the spirits of Indian War Chiefs haunted the tall oaks, snatching the souls of children in the night. “I can’t get him to stop mumbling in his sleep. If I didn’t know any better I would say he was chanting.” Five minutes? Ten minutes? Time was irrelevant. The day was crisp and the wind was gentle. The drive was a pleasant break from the stuffy presence of the congregation. “ He got angry. He began to growl. He began to moan and groan like you never did see, and then he opened his mouth real wide—like this—and bit down with all his might.” The world melted away as the classroom door was opened and she became witness to her beloved monster.

Gravity was nonexistent. He would crawl backwards up the walls and crab walk across the ceiling, sunken eyes always staring yet seeing nothing. In the night his hand would appear by my head, and then his ghostly white face fixed in an impossibly still expression. “It’s just not right. It’s just not right.”

It was the crucifix she wore which had ended it all.. The holy water had done little but make the boy scream. The word of God had silenced his seizures but not the deep gurgle which droned from the pit of his chest. But when they had placed the crucifix upon his exposed skin, the house had shaken, the curtains had split down the middle, and the boy’s eyes had slowly shut. “…my son.”

“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.”

Adah reconciled with God. Her debt had been paid and her faith renewed. Bitterness smolders deep within, and every day her prayers calls the water to ensure the flames never again rise. The man covenanted to her drew away, the friends she’d once had and never realized slowly faded, until all that stood by her was her God. The God. “You are the Alpha and Omega. Use me, and I will do great wonders in Your name.” The Fifth was to be her focused ministry.

Amen.

Powers/Training/Experience/Weaknesses
Ability to summon her personal guardian angel. When empowered by the Holy Spirit, she's been known to do great healing wonders.

Family/Ties:

Husband

RP Sample:

If there had ever been a time in which a woman had needed a savior more, it was unknown to the woman in the cloak of green who hurried down the darkened street, through mist-swept alleys and passed rotten piles of slumbering beggars. As she went her heart reached out to them, longing for a moment to converse in hushed tones of a road on which they might travel that would bring end to all the pain and suffering of this world. But times were rough and the present situation at hand had to be seen to if she planned on saving any more people at all.

Twenty paces. Just ahead. Twenty paces too many. Right behind.

A shadow which was darker than the black of the night loomed behind the hurrying figure. The cool night air caught the mist of Adah’s breath, turning it into haunting shapes which glared at her until her passing form sifted them apart. Her head titled to the side; a gentle purr, almost relaxing, hummed it’s sweet tune behind her. The devil played his flute craftily tonight.

Ten paces. The house of God bore no room for the Dark. The windows ahead cast flickering colors upon the street as the candles beyond them shuddered with excitement, stirred by the angels who were ever present. Ten paces, and she would be greeted by the welcoming arms of…

The world drifted away, carried off by the hand of Darkness himself, in the full flesh. The glorious choir which had coaxed her hurried steps faded as well, leaving the chill of utter silence. Adah’s mind closed in on itself. Shadows came from shadows, which came from the bigger shadows of shadows, leering at her from still more shadows. A hand on the shoulder. Adah swiveled, crying out,

“The blood of Jesus!” the shadows paused. Nothingness hung still in the air. Adah’s chin trembled. A touch as light as a feather caressed the back of her neck. Her blood ran icy, immobilizing all but her frantic eyes. A whisper from the dark.

“ Adah. ” A whisper in return, small in voice yet large in magnitude.

“I deny you.” Even more, still grew the shadows. The zeal of which they had perused her was vanishing. Again. “I deny you!” Laughter.

“Deny me? Nay, child.” Sweat beaded the tip of her nose, and after a tremor up the spine, fell to her lips. Adah’s tongue snaked from her mouth to moisten them. “Come.” What was there to do but obey? Crux sacra sit mihi lux!

Adah’s will was pushed to the back of her mind, and instinct lifted her arm, slowly, reaching out her hand to grasp…

Light broke through the shadow as suddenly as the clouds reveal the sun in all its splendor and rays. Once again the church loomed before her. All that was evil had been suddenly purged, and the weakness of the pressure overcame Adah’s body and forced her to crumble to her knees. The amplitude of the light burned her eyes. From between slits she caught glimpse of a figure. A weak smile graced her lips.


Keyword:

Full Moon

[~Autumn Walker~]

Hey, looks good so far, could you add any powers, experiences etc in the powers sections. Weapons training. fighting skills etc etc? Knowledge, education that would help with in the fifth. Could you also state in you history how you can to work for The fifth.

[Adah Jones]

Oops, yeah. I'd been contemplating that section of the application and forgot to type it up.

It's been edited.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Approved