App - 13th March 2011
97.4% in oh god camp you spoil me
Character: Jessica Hamby
Series: True Blood (TV series only)
Age: 18 (turned less than a year ago, so no physical discrepancy)
Canon:
Welcome to Bon Temps, Louisiana, your regular small town with your regular small town people. This is including one Sookie Stackhouse, a young woman with the unusual ability of being able to read minds, something that renders her an outcast. Sookie’s life - and that of the whole town - changes completely with the arrival of vampire Bill Compton in their midst, something that has not happened at all since vampires ‘came out of the coffin’ a few years previously. That is to say, with the development of artificial blood by a Japanese company, vampires exposed themselves to the world at large, citing the new development as having made them ‘safe’ to humans. Now, as Sookie gets closer to Bill and begins to enter his world, it turns out that Bon Temps has a lot more of the supernatural going for it than she could ever have imagined.
Jessica is a ‘baby’ vampire, turned by Bill Compton as part of his punishment for killing another vampire. She was sired by him, and now lives with him in Bon Temps, learning how to be a proper vampire - and since she’s being taught by Bill, that means ‘mainstreaming’ just like him. A vampire trying to mainstream lives within the laws of human society; she can feed on humans with permission, but lives mainly on artificial blood and may even find a job, as Jessica has. Jessica was brought up in a strict, smothering family, bordering on abusive, and becoming a vampire gives her the escape from that life she’s always craved, even if there are various unwritten rules to follow. She’s a typical teenager - petulant and sardonic, reckless, self-centred and blunt to a fault. Even though she has a much softer, much more human side, she still has the killer instincts of a vampire and has even killed since. She may enjoy being a vampire, but deep down she’s scared of it, what she’s capable of and all she doesn’t know about it. She can even get downright angry about how difficult it can make things for her in a lot of ways.
(Note: Jessica’s blog on the official HBO website is written with the accent, so I’m going with that.)
Sample:
Oh, come on. I get it - the whole zombie thing isn’t a walk in the park. You gotta walk with this kind of stumble, you got some parts fallin’ off of you and you live on brains. I mean, I’ve been watchin’ you guys shambling about around here and it isn’t pretty. I’d lose my breakfast if I ate breakfast anymore. Can vampires even throw up? Add that to the list of things I still don’t know. But you’ve got it so much better than you think. At least you can go out during the day! Do you even realise how much of most people’s social lives goes on while the sun’s up? I get to spend my days in a fuckin’ cubbyhole under the stairs or I light up like the fourth of July. Then when I come out, I may as well have a neon sign over my head screamin’ ‘Hello, my name is Bloodsucking Demon’. And then everyone hates you.
But not zombies, everyone loves zombies. With all the movies and the video games - the ones Bill won’t let me play because his borin’ ass is too busy playin’ Wii Golf - there’s a lot of dumbasses out there who think the zombie apocalypse would be like goin’ to Disney World. All we did was exist and now every redneck this side of New Orleans either wants to put a bullet in our faces or bring us home and snort our blood. And at least you guys can just walk straight into a mortal’s home, by the way. We have to wait outside until someone lets us in, like a dog that just pissed on the carpet. You’ve even got this big, wide… boxed in summer camp to wander free in like a big dead wildlife reserve. You guys don’t even care!
And… and you know, at least you don’t have some kind of moral dilemma goin’ on. To you, it’s just ‘brains’, ‘brains’ and ‘braaaains’. You don’t have to worry about how the religion you spent your whole life steepin' in thinks you’re an abomination goin’ straight to hell in a handbasket, and what your family and friends are doin’ right now and what they’d think of you if they could see you feasting on the brains of the living. I guess because all your family are right here feastin’ with you. You’ve all got each other. All together. With brains.
And now I’m here too. And I’m all alone. If I’d just been infected by the frickin’ T-Virus and bitten them all, we wouldn’t be havin’ these problems. I’d be with my family, they wouldn’t suck as hard and we’d be kind of happy, too. I don’t know what you guys are complainin’ about.
Although you know, at least even around here I can take a shower once in a while.
Character: Jessica Hamby
Series: True Blood (TV series only)
Age: 18 (turned less than a year ago, so no physical discrepancy)
Canon:
Welcome to Bon Temps, Louisiana, your regular small town with your regular small town people. This is including one Sookie Stackhouse, a young woman with the unusual ability of being able to read minds, something that renders her an outcast. Sookie’s life - and that of the whole town - changes completely with the arrival of vampire Bill Compton in their midst, something that has not happened at all since vampires ‘came out of the coffin’ a few years previously. That is to say, with the development of artificial blood by a Japanese company, vampires exposed themselves to the world at large, citing the new development as having made them ‘safe’ to humans. Now, as Sookie gets closer to Bill and begins to enter his world, it turns out that Bon Temps has a lot more of the supernatural going for it than she could ever have imagined.
Jessica is a ‘baby’ vampire, turned by Bill Compton as part of his punishment for killing another vampire. She was sired by him, and now lives with him in Bon Temps, learning how to be a proper vampire - and since she’s being taught by Bill, that means ‘mainstreaming’ just like him. A vampire trying to mainstream lives within the laws of human society; she can feed on humans with permission, but lives mainly on artificial blood and may even find a job, as Jessica has. Jessica was brought up in a strict, smothering family, bordering on abusive, and becoming a vampire gives her the escape from that life she’s always craved, even if there are various unwritten rules to follow. She’s a typical teenager - petulant and sardonic, reckless, self-centred and blunt to a fault. Even though she has a much softer, much more human side, she still has the killer instincts of a vampire and has even killed since. She may enjoy being a vampire, but deep down she’s scared of it, what she’s capable of and all she doesn’t know about it. She can even get downright angry about how difficult it can make things for her in a lot of ways.
(Note: Jessica’s blog on the official HBO website is written with the accent, so I’m going with that.)
Sample:
Oh, come on. I get it - the whole zombie thing isn’t a walk in the park. You gotta walk with this kind of stumble, you got some parts fallin’ off of you and you live on brains. I mean, I’ve been watchin’ you guys shambling about around here and it isn’t pretty. I’d lose my breakfast if I ate breakfast anymore. Can vampires even throw up? Add that to the list of things I still don’t know. But you’ve got it so much better than you think. At least you can go out during the day! Do you even realise how much of most people’s social lives goes on while the sun’s up? I get to spend my days in a fuckin’ cubbyhole under the stairs or I light up like the fourth of July. Then when I come out, I may as well have a neon sign over my head screamin’ ‘Hello, my name is Bloodsucking Demon’. And then everyone hates you.
But not zombies, everyone loves zombies. With all the movies and the video games - the ones Bill won’t let me play because his borin’ ass is too busy playin’ Wii Golf - there’s a lot of dumbasses out there who think the zombie apocalypse would be like goin’ to Disney World. All we did was exist and now every redneck this side of New Orleans either wants to put a bullet in our faces or bring us home and snort our blood. And at least you guys can just walk straight into a mortal’s home, by the way. We have to wait outside until someone lets us in, like a dog that just pissed on the carpet. You’ve even got this big, wide… boxed in summer camp to wander free in like a big dead wildlife reserve. You guys don’t even care!
And… and you know, at least you don’t have some kind of moral dilemma goin’ on. To you, it’s just ‘brains’, ‘brains’ and ‘braaaains’. You don’t have to worry about how the religion you spent your whole life steepin' in thinks you’re an abomination goin’ straight to hell in a handbasket, and what your family and friends are doin’ right now and what they’d think of you if they could see you feasting on the brains of the living. I guess because all your family are right here feastin’ with you. You’ve all got each other. All together. With brains.
And now I’m here too. And I’m all alone. If I’d just been infected by the frickin’ T-Virus and bitten them all, we wouldn’t be havin’ these problems. I’d be with my family, they wouldn’t suck as hard and we’d be kind of happy, too. I don’t know what you guys are complainin’ about.
Although you know, at least even around here I can take a shower once in a while.