Post by Jesse Reeves on Apr 17, 2013 23:51:15 GMT -8
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Never say never, when forever is such a very long time.
Me, Myself, and I
Five foot, six inches, red hair, green eyes. One hundred and twenty seven pounds of spitfire librarian. M.A./M.Phil., M.Phil, Ph.D. Art History and Archaeology
The Past:
My teenaged mother died in a car accident when she was seven months pregnant. Miraculously, I was found along side the road just minutes later. I was the last of the Reeves of South Carolina.
Taken in by cousins, I grew up in New York. My Aunt Maharet provided for me, made sure I could attend any college I wanted to. She made sure I met other members of what she called the Great Family. Our family.
As I grew up, I began seeing things. Ghosts. Spirits. I could read minds. I told my aunt this and she told me that seers were as common in our line as our red hair and green eyes.
It was odd. Though we'd exchanged letters over the years, I hadn't met my aunt until my third year at Columbia. After a couple of years, I spent part of my summer in Sonoma with my aunt and her friend, Mael.
Over the course of that summer I began learning of the Great Family. There were old photographs, texts, some in Latin, Ancient Greek and even Egyptian Hieroglyphs. Our line was old. Very, very old.
After that summer I moved to London, and began working for the British Museum. It was there I was recruited for the Talamasca, a group of 'psychic detectives' if you will, tasked with watching over the paranormal.
I learned a great deal during the course of my work. It was there I became interested in a certain musician, and had to confirm my suspicions. I left New York to attend a concert in California. It was the last trip I made as a human.
The Present:
After being assaulted at the concert, my neck broken, dying, I asked Mael to turn me. Instead it was my aunt to do so, and in doing so, I became more powerful than I had known was possible.
Still, I live much as I used to, before being turned. Being immortal doesn't mean I have to stop living, shut away, hiding from the world. Though I would never do anything to expose our kind, I will not hide myself from the light of day.
I have no need to.
The Future:
Unwritten.
Never say never, when forever is such a very long time.
Me, Myself, and I
Five foot, six inches, red hair, green eyes. One hundred and twenty seven pounds of spitfire librarian. M.A./M.Phil., M.Phil, Ph.D. Art History and Archaeology
The Past:
My teenaged mother died in a car accident when she was seven months pregnant. Miraculously, I was found along side the road just minutes later. I was the last of the Reeves of South Carolina.
Taken in by cousins, I grew up in New York. My Aunt Maharet provided for me, made sure I could attend any college I wanted to. She made sure I met other members of what she called the Great Family. Our family.
As I grew up, I began seeing things. Ghosts. Spirits. I could read minds. I told my aunt this and she told me that seers were as common in our line as our red hair and green eyes.
It was odd. Though we'd exchanged letters over the years, I hadn't met my aunt until my third year at Columbia. After a couple of years, I spent part of my summer in Sonoma with my aunt and her friend, Mael.
Over the course of that summer I began learning of the Great Family. There were old photographs, texts, some in Latin, Ancient Greek and even Egyptian Hieroglyphs. Our line was old. Very, very old.
After that summer I moved to London, and began working for the British Museum. It was there I was recruited for the Talamasca, a group of 'psychic detectives' if you will, tasked with watching over the paranormal.
I learned a great deal during the course of my work. It was there I became interested in a certain musician, and had to confirm my suspicions. I left New York to attend a concert in California. It was the last trip I made as a human.
The Present:
After being assaulted at the concert, my neck broken, dying, I asked Mael to turn me. Instead it was my aunt to do so, and in doing so, I became more powerful than I had known was possible.
Still, I live much as I used to, before being turned. Being immortal doesn't mean I have to stop living, shut away, hiding from the world. Though I would never do anything to expose our kind, I will not hide myself from the light of day.
I have no need to.
The Future:
Unwritten.