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Jordan Scarlet Taylor

Full Name: Jordan Scarlet Taylor
Preferred Name or Nickname: Jordan
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 27
Date of Birth: April 3, 1981
Main Character Classification - (List): Demon
Character Type: Black-Eyed Demon

Power(s):

• Demonic Strength, Speed, Agility, etc.
• Telekinesis
• Molecular Immobilization(Freeze)
• Molecular Combustion(Explosion)
• Molecular Dispersion (Similar to Combustion but disperses the molecules)
• Change Form/Shape Shift (see history)

Sexuality: Straight
Side(Good, Evil, or Neutral): EVIL
Hometown: Houston, TX
Current Residence: Manhattan, New York (or roaming and wreaking havoc)

Eye Color: Brown – Except when they turn Black
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 5'4"
Body Type: Athletic
Distinguishing Marks: Scar in right eyebrow
Tattoos and Piercings:

Pierced Ears

Tattoos:

• Top Left Wrist – Tribal Band and Celtic Symbol
• Bottom Left Wrist – Butterfly
• Right Wrist – Paisley Band
• Right Shoulder – Long Stem Rose

Vehicle (if you wish): She has many!!

Personal Style (write a short paragraph):
Being a woman of means Jordan can wear anything she wants depending on the situation. Whatever she wears she always makes sure that it fits well and it’s probably something expensive even if it’s just t-shirt and jeans. Leather pants are a favorite as well as tank tops and camisoles. Usually dressed stylishly and rarely would she be seen in public disheveled.

Likes (3 at least):

• Men
• Being a Demon
• Being Evil
• Money
• Power
• Control

Dislikes (3 at least):

• Hunters
• Weakness
• Hell
• Her Parents (She killed them)
• Good Witches

Strengths (3 at least):

• Smart
• Calm and Calculating
• Focused
• Bold
• Charming (When she wants to be.)

Weaknesses (3 at least):

• Over Confident
• Stubborn
• Selfish
• No Remorse
• Damn Sexy Men

Dreams for the Future: Ruling the world. Muahahaha
Fears: Being sent back to hell.
Hero(es): The Devil Himself
Biggest Secret(s): She killed her parents.
Personality (write a decent paragraph):

Jordan is a beautiful and striking woman. She always carries herself with confidence and grace. Growing up wealthy and privileged she is a bit snobbish and self centered. She can be witty, charming and even gracious when she wants to be. Mostly she likes being a royal bitch.

Father: Dead (doesn’t care, doesn’t matter)
Mother: Dead (doesn’t care, doesn’t matter)
Sibling(s): None
Children: None
Other Family: (close family) (doesn’t care, doesn’t matter)
"Family Don't End with Blood": (close friends)

History:

Jordan Taylor, as she is known now. Her previous identity is of no matter. That was an old life a human life, over now and of no consequence. Though there are similarities between the two lives it was only superficial. Such as they were both of the same age, Jordan thought it easier to move through this new life if certain things remain the same. The other commonality between the past and the present was her penchant toward evilness. Even as a human she had the same inclination. This is how she ended up where she is today and it suits her just fine. She actually planned on this.

She was born on April 3, 1981 to a wealthy couple in Houston, Texas. Her father was the CEO of a major shipping company and her mother was a well known socialite in Houston. Growing up an only child she was raised by household staff and nannies as her parents were just too busy to deal with a child. Her life was lonely the neglect of her parents left deep seeded resentment that festered and turned to hate. Left to her own devices she knew how to keep a low profile. All the time alone she kept to herself. She spent a lot of time reading books. Books on various subjects and particularly fascinated on books of the occult and things of supernatural nature. As long as she kept her grades decent in school no one seemed to care or bother with her. She was almost invisible but, she had a plan.

April 3, 1997 it was her 16th birthday and time to put the beginnings of the plan into action. She went to the crossroads at midnight and she made a deal. A deal that changed everything for her. She wanted her parents dead, but she didn’t want the demon to kill them. No, that was too good for them. Their lives taken by her own hand is how she wanted it to go down. So she asked for an ability that would allow her to get away with it. The ability to change her appearance at will. Into anyone she wanted. All she had to do was look at someone or their picture and she could morph into a carbon copy of that person. If it was in person she even had their thoughts and feelings.

On the Saturday after her 16th birthday her parents were having a party. Under the pretense of it being HER coming out party but it was really just a way for her parents to socialize with the other rich and powerful people in Houston. They just used her to show off like a dog on occasion when needed. Her plan was put into action. She was upstairs of the ballroom they rented “getting ready” when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom she had hidden a gun. She morphed herself into a man. He was just a random man she had seen on the street earlier in the day. He was of no concern to her. Grabbing the gun she hid it under her shirt. Making her way downstairs she confronted her own parents as the man. Silently pulling the gun and emptying it of bullets into her parents. Sure she had done the job. The stunned crowd could do nothing as “the man” ran away. Escaping outside onto the streets of Houston all saw him run off he tossed the gun in a dumpster nearby. Ducking back behind the building she morphed back into herself. She made her way up the back stairs and to the bathroom once more. She timed her exit from the bathroom perfectly with the commotion going on downstairs. Playing along she moved with the crowd to see what had happened. She was already prepared and the hysterics were easy to perform. Everyone surrounded her and tried to comfort her. As the police and ambulance arrived everyone told the same story. A man had come in and shot them both dead in cold blood.

Ten years later: April 3, 2007. Everything had gone the way she had planned. There was more to come. She had learned even more about the occult through the years and she was ready for what was going to happen to her. When her parents died she of course inherited everything not to mention her shifting ability pretty much allowed her to take anything she wanted and never get caught. She threw herself a huge 26th birthday party. All of Houston Society was there. It was a grand party indeed. She knew though that the time was near so she made sure that the party ended and all were cleared out of her home by 11pm. One hour left. She waited alone in her study. When the hounds of hell came for her she wasn’t afraid. She had a plan.

Luck actually happened to be on her side. As she was dragged off to hell it wasn’t pleasant. No, Hell definitely wasn’t pleasant. But from the minute she got there she was planning her escape. She had read how souls had escaped hell and lived as demons back in the world. This was her plan and as luck would have it she didn’t have to wait long.

May 2007. She had been in hell barely a month so she still had most of her strength and wits about her. Keeping her focus on trying to escape helped her keep her mind sharp. When suddenly there was a rush of souls that seemed to float by all heading in one direction and there seemed to be a light. She didn’t hesitate. Thinking this must be her chance she latched on to another soul and went for the ride. Little did she know that the Devil’s Gate had been open and 100’s maybe 1000’s of other souls were escaping to the surface. Fortunately for her, she was one of them.

It didn’t take long after that and she found the body of her host. She changed her name. This was all part of the plan. Before the hounds had come to get her she had funneled most of her money and stocks into new accounts under the name of Jordan Scarlet Taylor. Along with all the identity documents she would need to assume this new life. She felt the new power inside her. She was not longer human. She was a demon. What was more, she could still change form at will. She hadn’t lost that ability. That was just a little added bonus she didn’t really expect.

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Jordan

She had read about the crossroads demons in one of her books and she was looking to make a deal. Driving the brand spanking new car she got for her birthday (it was left in the driveway, the keys in a box on the counter with a note attached as her parents were away again of course and couldn’t be bothered to be around for her birthday). Smiling as she drove out of the city and headed out to the rural area she had already found and plotted on the map. The tin box sat on the seat next to her. She had all the ingredients that the books called for; cat bones, graveyard dirt, all the rest, and of course a picture of herself. It was nearing midnight and she was almost there. She turned off the main highway and found the gravel road she knew was the right one. She slowed down and pulled her car over to the side. Picking up the box she opened the car door and stepped out onto the road. She was just 16 and she should have been scared but she wasn’t. She was excited. The time had finally come.

Standing in the center of the crossroads she knelt down, dug a hole, placed the box in and covered it back up. Straightening back up onto her feet again she waited. It didn’t take long. A young man appear, a handsome man dressed nicely in a black suit. A sly smirk crossed her face as he approached her. He asked her if she had come to make a deal and she just nodded her head. He nodded back and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Well, what do you want?” He asked her simply. The smile that crossed her lips was laced with evil. “Not much really. I want my parents dead. But… I want to do THAT myself. What I want from you is the ability to make it happen and not get caught. I was thinking something along the lines of giving me the ability to change forms into who ever I want. Something like a shape shifter I guess?” The demon raised his eyebrows in surprise. It wasn’t often that someone came asking to actually become a demon. He shrugged his shoulders and smile at the young girl. “You’re sure that’s what you want? I mean… We can take care of your parents for you. Same deal 10 years to live out your life after.” The girl just shook her head. “NO. I know what I want.” The demon nodded his head. “Well, then I guess we have ourselves a deal. You know how we seal this right?” She nodded her head read for hit. The demon leaned in and kissed her on the lips. A shiver ran down her spine and he was gone.

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