⏳Mystic Time Traveler🧳 on RolePlayer -
www.roleplayer.me/katiesummerjones ⏳Mystic Time Traveler🧳
(Want to be happily taken by one person)
OUAT, Supernatural, and Vampire Diaries.
PS: You request, I accept, you message. I will not be a number!
(I don’t write in Group or Blog Forums. I mainly write in messages or discord servers.)
Female
35 years old
Kansas ,
Washington
United States
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Verses: The Vampire Diaries, Buffy and Angel, Supernatural, Smallville, Twilight, OUAT.
Format: Para, Multi-para, Novella. Absolutely can not stand one liners. Because there is no thought to them and no way to respond to them.
Connection Needs: Still looking for that special someone.
Obligations
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MY AUNT BUFFY
My mother and her sister were crazy kids when they were growing up. Even more so when they went out patrolling together. What were they patrolling you may ask? One answer for that. Vampires! Yes My Aunt is Buffy The Vampire Slayer and well my mother is Nicole Winchester of course that means my Uncles are Sam and Dean Winchester. So I come from a long line of Hunters.
MY UNCLES SAM AND DEAN
Ah my uncles. What can I say about them. Well Uncle Dean tells me never to go hunting on my own. Do I listen? No of course not. Then Sam tells Dean that she will never listen and then they have to go out and rescue me from whatever has me in their clutches. Ah but they are great guys. Huge barrel of laughs the both of them. They are nothing like my father. I stress that last part a lot.
MY CHAMPION
(THIS IS AN OLD STORYLINE THAT HAS FADED AWAY) Finding Gannicus was the best thing in my life. You could say he saved my life. When I returned to Rome with the help of my enchanted necklace to see if the Gladiator that helped me escape was able to escape as well, well I was captured again by Julius Caesar and my necklace was taken from me. I was sold into slavery and then sold to Titus Lentulus Batiatus. There she met and instantly fell for the Champion of Capua. Later they would earn their freedom but not after much hardships and love between them during their stay at the Ludus.
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Statistical
LEGAL INFORMATION
NAME: Katherine Jasmine Jones
NICKNAMES: Kitty Kat
ALIASES: Input info
DATE OF BIRTH: October 2, 1986
PLACE OF BIRTH: Kansas
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Seattle Washington (changes cause I like to travel)
PHYSICAL INFORMATION
ETHNICITY: White Causation
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: 130
RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
PARENTS: Nicole Winchester and Luke Jones
SIBLINGS: Sister Belladonna Jones
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S): N/A
PAST RELATIONSHIP(S) : Not going to mention
MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION
OCCUPATION: Hunter
LIKES: guns and sharp pointy things
DISLIKES: Heights
ADDICTIONS: Coffee and Double Bacon Cheese Burgers
STRENGTHS: I can handle myself in a fight.
WEAKNESSES: People who hurt my family
BIRTHMARKS: Well you will just have to find that out on your own.
SCARS: One on my back from a knife wound.
Don't mess with my family
Well what can I say about myself. I am a girl of 21 and well lets just say I have seen a lot. But mostly the backseat of my uncles impala. I am a supernatural hunter along with my mother and my uncles. They don't let me out of the Bunker much but when they do I am a hell of an assist to the team. I can handle a gun pretty well. Well enough about that.
Wanna hear about my childhood. Okay where to begin. Well let's see my father left my mother and I when I was just 4 years old. The reason my mom gave me when I was 16 was a pretty sh*tty one. She told me that he left because he did not approve of my mom’s life style. That when he met her he thought she was a detective for the NYPD. And get this he was a doctor for Harlem Hospital Center: General Surgery. So yeah there's the story with that. And he did it over the phone not to my mother’s face. Cowards way of getting out of a relationship and responsibility if you ask me. So I am kind of off on the whole romance thing because of that. Not very trusting when it comes to the opposite sex. Though I have lots of friends who are guys but that's as far as it goes. Just friends. Because I don't want to go through what my mom went through with my dad. Them not understanding the life style I live.
Like I said do not mess with my family or you will wish you hadn't.
Personality
I have many personality types. As my dad would phrase it.
ISTJ - The Duty Fulfiller: Serious and quiet, interested in security and peaceful living. Extremely thorough, responsible, and dependable. Well-developed powers of concentration. Usually interested in supporting and promoting traditions and establishments. Well-organized and hard working, they work steadily towards identified goals. They can usually accomplish any task once they have set their mind to it.
ISTP - The Mechanic: Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems.
And Last but certainly not the least.
INFJ - The Protector: Quietly forceful, original, and sensitive. Tend to stick to things until they are done. Extremely intuitive about people, and concerned for their feelings. Well-developed value systems which they strictly adhere to. Well-respected for their perseverance in doing the right thing. Likely to be individualistic, rather than leading or following.
I wish that I could live in the moment, imagine that everything’s frozen. Forget that my heart has been broken, I hope that I feel alive again
When his mother and him were having a conversation about his brother, the young lady interrupted them, speaking about the guards as he saw his mother’s look and heard her words, it caused him to chuckle as she stopped in her track and gave him a look. “You’re the Queen mother, not Queen, mother.” He spoke before he watched her walk with steps that he knew were her angry walk. “Return to your station.” He spoke to the guards as it was his way of making the woman feel more comfortable, as well as telling the guards to watch everyone and not just the female that had saved him. “I must apologize for my mother, she is rather protective of her children and you might have just given her the biggest fright at this moment.” He said as he actually found it amusing, and he knew that if Bash had been there, that they would laugh about it, but atlas he was on his way to Scotland, because there was nothing left for him in France, he would just be called the usurper.
“She might seem evil and strict, but as I’ve already mentioned…” he said and realized that there was so much more to the story on the matter, and he shook his head lightly. “Never mind, maybe we can talk about it another time.” He said with a soft smile as he watched how she was eating. “You really were famished, I can see that now.” He said as a soft chuckle escaped him before a lord came over and asked for a moment of his time, alone. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” He said to the lady before he moved out in the hallway. The man wanted to speak politics with Francis, but he wouldn’t have it, saying they could discuss it in the morning. As the man left Francis out in the hallway, he saw his mother with both his brothers walking towards him and chuckled.
“Glad to know you are both alright, Charles and Henry.” He said before he motioned for them all to go inside. Though as he stood at the entrance, he saw the throne chairs and was remembered of Mary. Not wanting to make the whole party go gloom by the look he would have walking inside, he moved towards the window in the hallway as he looked out of it. Thinking about the time they had together at French court, before the accident, before his mother had decided to do what she thought would save him. He was interrupted from his thoughts when he felt Charles pat him on his shoulder, before Francis turned around and smiled at his brother. “Francis…” he started, and even with that tone, he knew his brother wanted to talk about her, but he didn’t in that moment. He stopped his brother and shook his head. “Let us just enjoy this evening, have a drink together and toast.” He said as he moved back into the room with his brother as Charles grabbed to chalice and gave Francis one, and he returned back to where Lady Jones was. “Charles, meet Lady Jones.” He said as his brother smiled and thanked he for saving Francis’ life.
I wish that I could live in the moment, imagine that everything’s frozen. Forget that my heart has been broken, I hope that I feel alive again
Francis could see the look on his mother’s face when the girl spoke up about how it seemed that Francis didn’t wonder why the man had wanted to kill him and how he seemed to joke easily about the matter. He saw that his mother was eager to respond, but shook his head at her before he turned towards the lady, as his mother left them alone for the time being. “He was a noble man, much in fan of the mother to my half-brother, hoping that assassinating me would give him the throne back, and for her to be the Queen mother.” He said before he remembered the rest of her words and sighed. “You don’t get to be king, without people trying to assassinate you any chance they have.” He said as he gave a few smiles and nods to the nobles around him, that showed their concern for what had happened a few moments ago. Though the worst moment of Francis’ life had been when he had tried to save Mary from the ruthless Scottish people, that had been the cause of him being away from the throne for a while.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Jones.” He said as he was sure that if his mother had heard her first name, she would rejoice over the name. Though as she said it was nothing, he shook his head before he clapped his hands and everyone went quiet. “Raise your glasses for my savor, Lady Jones.” He said as everyone saluted her before he heard the sounds that her stomach made, and chuckled lightly. “No, it is rather rude of me, not to offer food for the woman that saved my life after all.” He said as he bowed his head in thanks and motioned for her to go eat, as his mother returned back at his side and whispered in his ear. “I don’t like this.” Francis turned to look at his mother as he gave her a smile. “You don’t like much, mother.” He responded as his eyes scanned the room for a moment, before it returned to the female that had saved him. “Where is Charles?” He asked his mother, reminding her that she had other kids to look after as well.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, even his own mother seemed to be busy talking with people. His mind was a million miles away, and wondering if the letter would be responded to or just burnt because of his mother’s actions. Thinking of his mother caused him to look in her direction only to see her looking at him and giving him a smile. He couldn’t help the soft smile he returned to his mother. He could’t let her know that he knew just yet. He needed to see if she was willing to tell him it, he was willing to give her the chance to tell him. He already knew her reasoning, but he couldn’t blame her for that, but she should have kept Mary in France and not make her leave France.
He was about to take a sip of his chalice when he heard the ladies in the great hall scream as the men tried to calm them down. He turned his head slightly as he saw the man that was laying on the ground with a dagger in his chest. As he heard the guards call out to him, as well as his mother willingly wanting to throw the lady in a cell, he couldn’t help the soft chuckle as he put the chalice on the table beside his throne. He got up on his feet, lifting his hand to make everyone go quiet, even his own mother who had now returned to his side. “Francis.” He heard his mother say, but he turned to look at her, giving her a look, before he returned his gaze back at the guards.
“Do as the lady says, unhand her.” He said as he motioned with his hand to where the dagger had gone, as the guards let go of her and followed his gaze and removed the man that was now dead out of the room. Francis moved back to his throne to take his chalice as he turned his attention to the crowd. “It’s not a celebration of the king, without some drama.” He said as everyone laughed lightly and the music started again. Francis emptied his drink as he looked at his mother. “You should applaud her.” He whispered before he moved over to the lady that had just saved him by throwing a dagger at somebody.
“I do not believe we have met, and I must thank you for saving my life.” He said as he bowed his head lightly at her. “I might also add that it was an impressive throw.” He said as he had only seen men have that here, which caused him to be impressed by her and wondered who she was. “May I ask for your name?” He asked with a soft smile.
