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Jones Sparrow
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sassy1085
mickilennialSeriously? You aren't tired of the repeat? Alright, listen up because I am only going to say this once more…
How old are you?
19
What do you look like?
Appearance
Costume
What did you do before the Recluse incident?
What happened after the incident?
Super Strength: 10
Agility: 15
Durability: 10
Regeneration: 20
Spider-Sense: 5
Mutation(s): 40
Webs - She can produce organic webs from her wrists
Blood Manipulation/Solidification - She has full control any form of blood and any spilled around her which she can solidify it into a strong crystalline material. She mostly uses her own blood for obvious reasons.
Infectious Bite - She has fangs that produce a drowsy/disorienting agent that takes effect when introduced or injected into the blood stream for anyone that is not of the spider person variety. For those similar to herself, her bite gives a small boost of energy and power.
Healing - She can heal very minor cuts, scraps, and also the bite marks she creates. You get deeply stabbed, shot, or are heavily bleeding....don’t expect her to be able to do anything about it with this power unless she is infecting you to boost/jumpstart your own healing.
Do you believe in aliens?
The world is full of mystery and infinite possibilities so I believe there is a chance that aliens exists. I am not holding my breath on ever meeting one but I do believe it is possible so I won’t dismiss it.
What are your goals for the future?
I don’t know if I have any real goals. I mean, I eventually want to go to college so I can get somewhere but at the same time...I don’t really want to get rid of my unrealistic dreams. Sure, it is silly but I would love for my band to make it to the big times or to be an Olympic ice skater since I have the talent but those seem too far from my reach. It would be best to go to college and work somewhere mundane. I mean, you can only be a hero now and then. Real life doesn’t stop so I’m not gonna put all my hopes into that but it is nice to help people.
You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It’s never boring, that is for sure. It is a little crowded and wild but I think that is a part of its charm. It gives you unexpected gifts and also complete frustration. You can find everything you need here.
How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
Oh boy....do I have to answer this? I feel embarrassed to say I am glued to my phone a lot. I am forever texting or looking up some sort of information. I love music and it is often that my headphones are in to enjoy. I do videos, writing and more in my free time which require technology. I mean, I am not sure I could live without movies or video games either. I also have to use it for work so that kind of makes it impossible to cut down the amount of use. I won’t even get into other technology I used to use.
What do you like?
- Ice Skating
- Basketball
- Spicy Foods
- Video Games
- Reading
- Mysteries
- Writing
- Art
- Rain
- Music
- Cooking
What do you dislike?
- Ironically, spiders.
- Lairs
- Bullies
- Hospitals
- Cops
- Drunks
- Small spaces
- Knives
- Perfection
Do you think true evil exists?
Yes, some people do bad things for what they believe is a good reason but some people, the truly evil people of the world...just want to watch the world burn.
What’s your favorite color?
Red
Favorite song?
I don't really have a favorite but I can try to set a bit of a vibe about myself
Anything else to add?
- Plays guitar and sings
- Visits her mother’s grave every year on the anniversary of her death
- Has a small black cat
- Can easily pick locks, pickpocket, etc.
- Knows how to draw but is not confident in her skills
What are your thoughts on these people?
19
What do you look like?
Appearance
Costume
What did you do before the Recluse incident?
Life was much simpler when I was younger. It wasn’t a fairytale, just average at best but that had been enough for me. It was when my mom got sick that everything started to change for the worse. Hospital visit after hospital visit, each symptom declining her health more than the last until my mom was no longer able to work or leave the hospital at all and with only my father’s income we were barely making it by. I tried to step up and help more with cooking, cleaning, and chores around the house to fill part of the shoes my mom’s absence left behind. I tried not to cause any trouble for him and would do small gestures to bring him some semblance of joy but it was never enough. He started disappearing more, coming home either drunk as hell or in a foul mood late into the evening which left me to pick up the pieces with a fake smile while pretending everything was fine in my mom’s presence or lying to her questions about how life was going.
It was like I was forgotten, all on my own and trying to navigate the world with no direction. I found more often than not that I was locked out of my own home so I found myself wandering a park or going to the nearby ice skating rink to watch, trying to find something to keep me busy and out of notice until I could go home since breaking in looked suspicious plus waiting at a door with no answer on the other side would get the cops called. I kept telling myself things would get better, that I had more than most, that he just needed time but each day dwindled the hope of things going back to how they were or even better than what they were now.
This went on for years until suddenly everything switched, like a light had flicked back on....my father seemed happier, things started to seem normal again. He would dote on me, be interested in my daily activities and studies, not an ounce of booze to be found, and he started to help around the home. I was able to do more after school programs, not understanding at the time we shouldn’t be able to afford to do them. My mom’s hospital bills were being paid on time and while my father still stayed out a bit late, he seemed to be doing better. I hoped that meant that mom was getting better. Everything would be as it was and the nightmare from before would be over. It didn’t end up being that way though.
One night, I found myself dragged from bed in the middle of the night by a stranger. I tried to fight and claw, squirm to get away, scream out and call for help but it was all for nothing. Instead, I was slapped harshly with my attacker telling me to shut up as I was continuously pulled like a rag doll to the living room. The first view being my father strapped to a chair, blood everywhere, beaten and scared when his eyes met mine. I found no words then, fear and panic twisting in my gut as I was threatened with a cold knife pressed to my throat. I could barely hear, the blood rushing too fast and heartbeat pounding in my ear while the attackers spoke to my father. He was to start paying back the money he had borrowed, no more delays or trying to sneak on by. They left, leaving me to deal with the mess my father was. He forced me not to call the cops, saying all of our lives depended on keeping this all a secret.
I found myself roped into and forced to steal, my father saying it was our only way. He explained they would be like Robin Hood, stealing for a good reason because what could be more noble than defending my mom. It never felt right. I felt horrible. If I tried to stop though, I was met with violence I never thought my father would be capable of and that wasn’t any better of an outcome. It wasn’t even a few months later that my mom passed away after her long struggle and I felt it was a punishment for what we were doing. It didn’t matter though, we weren’t allowed to stop. I would have to continue and survive through it because I had no choice. Steal or be faced with a cruel world of violence and death, the option was simple.
It wasn’t until my high school years that we finally had enough stolen items sold off to finish the debt. I hoped we could wash our hands of it and move forward. My father didn’t seem to think so. He fell back into old ways, drinking and stealing. He was sloppy and started to draw attention. The second he tried to rope me into that lifestyle again, I suddenly found myself couch hopping. I would stay with friends or crash with band mates so that I didn’t have to see him. Didn’t have to be a part of his screw ups while I tried to make a life for myself. I needed to get a scholarship if I wanted to do anything college wise and even if I didn’t make it then a criminal record would not be a good start when finding a job. I knew we had been really lucky so far to get away with the heists they had. I was skilled at thievery and planning but it wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. I wanted something normal for myself since it had been stolen in my childhood.
It was no surprise to me when I found out my father had been arrested. Cops bothering me to see if I had any information and to see if I had been a part of it in any way because of my father’s confession. I was able to weasel through the trap my father had laid out for me, providing a solid alibi but it had been an annoying process. They kept a close eye on me after that. Not fully believing it even though I had been innocent. After high school, I pretty much signed up for anything and everything job wise to save up for college. I also needed a place of my own or at least enough to help a roommate since couches would not be an option any longer with everyone else moving on. I would have started on saving with a part time job or something sooner but with my...other activities, it had been impossible. I ended up getting work as an office assistant at some tech company which wasn’t really my style and I hate it but it pays very well. Honestly, if I could be a hero all the time then I would. I feel like I have no freedom and there is something freeing about watching over others and making sure they are safe.
It was like I was forgotten, all on my own and trying to navigate the world with no direction. I found more often than not that I was locked out of my own home so I found myself wandering a park or going to the nearby ice skating rink to watch, trying to find something to keep me busy and out of notice until I could go home since breaking in looked suspicious plus waiting at a door with no answer on the other side would get the cops called. I kept telling myself things would get better, that I had more than most, that he just needed time but each day dwindled the hope of things going back to how they were or even better than what they were now.
This went on for years until suddenly everything switched, like a light had flicked back on....my father seemed happier, things started to seem normal again. He would dote on me, be interested in my daily activities and studies, not an ounce of booze to be found, and he started to help around the home. I was able to do more after school programs, not understanding at the time we shouldn’t be able to afford to do them. My mom’s hospital bills were being paid on time and while my father still stayed out a bit late, he seemed to be doing better. I hoped that meant that mom was getting better. Everything would be as it was and the nightmare from before would be over. It didn’t end up being that way though.
One night, I found myself dragged from bed in the middle of the night by a stranger. I tried to fight and claw, squirm to get away, scream out and call for help but it was all for nothing. Instead, I was slapped harshly with my attacker telling me to shut up as I was continuously pulled like a rag doll to the living room. The first view being my father strapped to a chair, blood everywhere, beaten and scared when his eyes met mine. I found no words then, fear and panic twisting in my gut as I was threatened with a cold knife pressed to my throat. I could barely hear, the blood rushing too fast and heartbeat pounding in my ear while the attackers spoke to my father. He was to start paying back the money he had borrowed, no more delays or trying to sneak on by. They left, leaving me to deal with the mess my father was. He forced me not to call the cops, saying all of our lives depended on keeping this all a secret.
I found myself roped into and forced to steal, my father saying it was our only way. He explained they would be like Robin Hood, stealing for a good reason because what could be more noble than defending my mom. It never felt right. I felt horrible. If I tried to stop though, I was met with violence I never thought my father would be capable of and that wasn’t any better of an outcome. It wasn’t even a few months later that my mom passed away after her long struggle and I felt it was a punishment for what we were doing. It didn’t matter though, we weren’t allowed to stop. I would have to continue and survive through it because I had no choice. Steal or be faced with a cruel world of violence and death, the option was simple.
It wasn’t until my high school years that we finally had enough stolen items sold off to finish the debt. I hoped we could wash our hands of it and move forward. My father didn’t seem to think so. He fell back into old ways, drinking and stealing. He was sloppy and started to draw attention. The second he tried to rope me into that lifestyle again, I suddenly found myself couch hopping. I would stay with friends or crash with band mates so that I didn’t have to see him. Didn’t have to be a part of his screw ups while I tried to make a life for myself. I needed to get a scholarship if I wanted to do anything college wise and even if I didn’t make it then a criminal record would not be a good start when finding a job. I knew we had been really lucky so far to get away with the heists they had. I was skilled at thievery and planning but it wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. I wanted something normal for myself since it had been stolen in my childhood.
It was no surprise to me when I found out my father had been arrested. Cops bothering me to see if I had any information and to see if I had been a part of it in any way because of my father’s confession. I was able to weasel through the trap my father had laid out for me, providing a solid alibi but it had been an annoying process. They kept a close eye on me after that. Not fully believing it even though I had been innocent. After high school, I pretty much signed up for anything and everything job wise to save up for college. I also needed a place of my own or at least enough to help a roommate since couches would not be an option any longer with everyone else moving on. I would have started on saving with a part time job or something sooner but with my...other activities, it had been impossible. I ended up getting work as an office assistant at some tech company which wasn’t really my style and I hate it but it pays very well. Honestly, if I could be a hero all the time then I would. I feel like I have no freedom and there is something freeing about watching over others and making sure they are safe.
What happened after the incident?
Super Strength: 10
Agility: 15
Durability: 10
Regeneration: 20
Spider-Sense: 5
Mutation(s): 40
Webs - She can produce organic webs from her wrists
Blood Manipulation/Solidification - She has full control any form of blood and any spilled around her which she can solidify it into a strong crystalline material. She mostly uses her own blood for obvious reasons.
Infectious Bite - She has fangs that produce a drowsy/disorienting agent that takes effect when introduced or injected into the blood stream for anyone that is not of the spider person variety. For those similar to herself, her bite gives a small boost of energy and power.
Healing - She can heal very minor cuts, scraps, and also the bite marks she creates. You get deeply stabbed, shot, or are heavily bleeding....don’t expect her to be able to do anything about it with this power unless she is infecting you to boost/jumpstart your own healing.
Do you believe in aliens?
The world is full of mystery and infinite possibilities so I believe there is a chance that aliens exists. I am not holding my breath on ever meeting one but I do believe it is possible so I won’t dismiss it.
What are your goals for the future?
I don’t know if I have any real goals. I mean, I eventually want to go to college so I can get somewhere but at the same time...I don’t really want to get rid of my unrealistic dreams. Sure, it is silly but I would love for my band to make it to the big times or to be an Olympic ice skater since I have the talent but those seem too far from my reach. It would be best to go to college and work somewhere mundane. I mean, you can only be a hero now and then. Real life doesn’t stop so I’m not gonna put all my hopes into that but it is nice to help people.
You lived in New York for a while now, right? What do you think of the city?
It’s never boring, that is for sure. It is a little crowded and wild but I think that is a part of its charm. It gives you unexpected gifts and also complete frustration. You can find everything you need here.
How much technology do you use on a daily basis?
Oh boy....do I have to answer this? I feel embarrassed to say I am glued to my phone a lot. I am forever texting or looking up some sort of information. I love music and it is often that my headphones are in to enjoy. I do videos, writing and more in my free time which require technology. I mean, I am not sure I could live without movies or video games either. I also have to use it for work so that kind of makes it impossible to cut down the amount of use. I won’t even get into other technology I used to use.
What do you like?
- Ice Skating
- Basketball
- Spicy Foods
- Video Games
- Reading
- Mysteries
- Writing
- Art
- Rain
- Music
- Cooking
What do you dislike?
- Ironically, spiders.
- Lairs
- Bullies
- Hospitals
- Cops
- Drunks
- Small spaces
- Knives
- Perfection
Do you think true evil exists?
Yes, some people do bad things for what they believe is a good reason but some people, the truly evil people of the world...just want to watch the world burn.
What’s your favorite color?
Red
Favorite song?
I don't really have a favorite but I can try to set a bit of a vibe about myself
Anything else to add?
- Plays guitar and sings
- Visits her mother’s grave every year on the anniversary of her death
- Has a small black cat
- Can easily pick locks, pickpocket, etc.
- Knows how to draw but is not confident in her skills
What are your thoughts on these people?
Jiji - cat/furbaby
Jiji has saved my life from utter loneliness since the day we met. I had been out on the small apartment balcony reading when I fell asleep, only to awaken with a tiny ball of fur curled up on my lap. He looked more than a little worse for the wear with his eyes gunked up, flea infested, and each rib clearly visible. He was so tiny that I thought he would break if I touched him. I couldn’t bare myself to move so instead I looked up what it would take to look after the little guy or what I could do to help. I had planned to get him into shape and find him a good home but the moment he opened his eyes, looking at me with that soft mew and purring happily just to be near me....that is when I knew he had my heart. He has been my baby boy since then and I would do anything to make his life happy and easy. He is always there when I need him and I will never abandon him in his time of need.Raymond Davis
We started out as rivals of sorts, our paths crossing during some of my heists or when I would be hired for an odd job which conflicted with the Skywalkers. Eventually, it felt more like a personal game we shared that the other gang members didn’t quite understand or take a liking to but it built a bond of friendship and I feel fond of him. He officially earned my trust when he warned me of an impending set up, giving me a chance to steer clear and keep out of the foul mess that had been about to rain down on me. I will always have his back the same as he had mine.Samuel Rowe
Used to be my father. I say used to be because while he is physically still alive...the person that was my dad died long ago. In truth, all I see now is a stranger that I can’t even recognize and who is still able to call or more harass me when he has the time to do so. I don’t know how he finds me and frankly, I am scared to know. He is not a safe person to be around and even more so, the company he keeps is unpleasant. The thought he might still be connected to that hated world and using it to his advantage to keep tabs on her what terrifies her deeply. She didn’t want to have any of that near her or get pulled back in. There is also the threat that he knows my full past and that he would ruin my life that I worked so hard to create. There is also that if something goes wrong for him that he might just turn it on me. My only comfort is that he is still safely trapped in jail where he belongs.