Jamie Bell Longfeather

[Jamie Bell Longfeather]

Jamie Bell Longfeather
PLAYED BY :(Michaela Conlin)

THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Jamie Bell Longfeather
NICK NAMES: Prairie Rose/ Jamie / Bella
PREFERRED NAME: Jamie
AGE: 22
GENDER: female
OCCUPATION: Model/Photographer/Artist
HOME REGION: Southwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: .30-06 hunting rifle; .45 colt revolver; Arkansas toothpick

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Jamie Bell is neither tall nor short but she is rarely overlooked. Jamie Bell has an exotic otherworldliness that some Native American women seem to possess. A quality which says I have seen the other side and come back to this one of my own choice. She has the high cheekbones and angular features of Europeans, thanks to a grandfather, but the black and brown coloring of Native Americans, due to her father. She has full lips which are easy to smile and eyes which sparkle and snap with good humor. Normally she is quite slim and muscular, her hobbies and career have given her a body to keep up with those demands. However, at this time she is four months pregnant and beginning to show.

Her black hair is worn long as befits her ethnicity, usually worn in a loose braid or allowed to gently wave about her shoulders. Large black eye with thick lashes are quick to take in the world and even quicker to show emotion. Her exotic looks had only begun to catch the attention of the fashion world when the apocalypse happened, but are now utterly useless and more a danger than an asset. Her everyday wear is composed of jeans and boots. Her shirts are loose enough to hide her growing stomach and the shoulder rig which holds her pistol. She usually wears a bandana around her neck and one across her forehead, both often wet to keep her cool as she moves across country. She carries a camera with her, believing she has been spared to document the end of the world.

PERSONALITY: Jamie Bell grew up in a world of mysticism and ancient history. So she has a mystical outlook on the rest of the world. She believes the apocalypse has some greater purpose, even going so far as to think the survivors are the parents of a stronger race of humans. That the apocalypse is war to prove they are in fact the true rulers of the planet. But underneath her mysticism, is a young woman who is scared of the future and trying to find a safe haven before her baby comes. Don’t let that make you think she is weak or frail, Jamie Bell is anything but. She may cry but realize that is because of hormones, not out of any inherent weakness. Possessed of a level head and uncommon common sense, Jamie Bell knows life has just gotten harder and she is trying to survive it the best way she knows how. Friendly and outgoing, Jamie Bell has grown to be cautious in this new world, afraid of the people she may run across more than the dead.

Jamie Bell can be aloof, this comes from being part of a race which has held, and is held, apart from others. This serves to make her a loner by unconscious choice, people either move away from her or she moves away from them without any reason to explain it. Her mysticism can chase people off, especially if they do not agree with her and she can be a bit overbearing from time to time. However there is a good heart underneath her aloofness and for those who become true friends, they enjoy a deep friendship with her. Jamie Bell can be thorny from time to time, especially when people do not pay attention. She did not get her name ‘Prairie Rose’ for nothing. Like the small roses she appears delicate and fragile, but go to pluck one and you find weapons and strengths which were hidden.

LIKES

• Photography
  
• Horses
  
• Hiking at sunset
  
• Watching birds of prey fly
  
• Fried fish and hushpuppies
  

DISLIKES

• Snotty, stubborn men.......and women
  
• Annoying dogs
  
• Cold weather
  
• Motorcycles
  
• Being alone
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Jamie Bell’s history goes back to her father which explains a little more of Jamie’s personality. Jamie’s father, Blue Crow Longfeather, was a medicine man of his tribe. As was normal for medicine men, he went on a spirit quest out into the desert. He was gone for almost two weeks and returned starved, dehydrated and incoherent. When he recovered he did something which shocked his fellow tribesmen. He asked Loretta Alan out on a date. The reason this shocked everyone was because Loretta’s father was of European descent, a banker as a matter of fact, while her mother was a Navajo like Blue Crow. Blue Crow had always spoken against mixing blood with white men which is why it was strange for him to suddenly take up with Loretta. By the end of the year, about four months, they were married and their first child was on the way. Blue Crow never spoke about what he had seen that day, but he made it clear Loretta and Jamie Bell were somehow connected to that vision quest.

So Jamie Bell was brought up to believe she was somehow special. Her father often told her he believed she would take his place one day and he began to teach her, telling her the old legends and stories, showing her the rituals and explaining their significance. Most members of the tribe believe Blue Crow, even at a young age Jamie had a eye for photography. She could take picture which were filled with such emotion they would make a hard man cry. It was said she could capture the essence of nature and make it do her will. Then it was time for her spirit quest. Out into the desert she went, and she was gone for over a week. When she came back, all she would say is the world would end in silence and screams and the dead would walk among them. This had obvious parallels to the Bible so not many paid attention to her and Jamie’s special star began to fall.

She took up modeling, along with her photography, in college, more as way to have spending money than out of any real need. And at twenty two returned home to fall in love with Standing Bear, a young Native American most on the reservation did not like. But Jamie did not listen to them, did not listen to the women Bear had dated in the past, did not listen to her father or mother, she just flat out did not listen. Her special star began to fall even more and then it exploded into dust when she became pregnant. She shared the new with Bear, only to be turned away from him. He claimed it wasn’t his, calling her names she did not deserve. Lucky for her, Bear was arrested for some small charge and while he was in jail he was bitten and turned, but she never learned that. When he turned her out, she moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico and opened a gallery selling her photographs.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Jamie Bell had just opened her gallery, Turquoise, when word of the outbreak was first released on the news. No one believed it would be a serious threat, so life went on as normal. Just three months pregnant, not many released Jamie was going to have a baby and she preferred to keep it that way. Just the other day she had learned of Bear’s arrest, but she found she no longer cared what happened to him. Life was good in Albuquerque, she had a nice apartment, a good job and she was beginning to make friends Then it all changed.

Prices for the necessities began to sky-rocket. People began to riot out of fear and desperation as news of the plague grew worse. When her gallery was broken into, Jamie decided to leave Albuquerque and head home. Her father had been a big believer in self-defense so she had a gun for protection. Packing her bag and climbing into her Jeep, she left just after dawn. By dusk of that same day she was out in the desert next to a broken down Jeep, unable to fix it herself and realizing help would be a long time in coming, she started walking. And walking. She walked for a week, lost in the desert and growing dehydrated. And she began to have visions of a dark world, began to see things. It was only by luck she was found by a group of passers by and saved.

They agreed to take her to the reservation and a week later she was home. Only to find her father and mother both dead. Her mother had been bitten and turned, her father had shot her to save his life, but without his wife his own life was not worth living. He had shot himself, his note read. He did ask Jamie to live long enough to raise her child, he believed the baby was special and worth protecting. He told her where his hunting rifle was, along with his stash of bullets. And something else, he told her he had seen her heading east. Strangely her own visions had hinted to the same thing, so east she would go.

In her eastwardly travels, Jamie has not had to kill any zombies yet. She has seen some but has been able to avoid them for the last few weeks. They seem to move towards her and realizing something about her, become reluctant to chase. This could be her imagination though which is just as frightening, either way she still moves fast enough to avoid the slower ‘dead’. As she travels through abandoned towns and past the empty houses of civilization, Jamie is taking pictures hoping to document things that will be forgotten in the years to come. She has meet a few people along the way, taking pictures of them as well.

She has just gotten onto the prairie land, having found a Jeep to drive. The wide open prairie gives her enough room to run if she gets caught by zombies, and the Jeep can easily handle the somewhat flat land. Gas is the hardest supply to come from travelling cross country though and she is constantly on the lookout for that, for other survivors and for a horse. She could do a lot with a horse. Due to her hobby, Jamie is also looking for batteries and a dark room so she can develop her photos. If she never gets them developed who will know what society looked like?

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

He hated the abandoned cornfields. There had been a time, and quite possibly that time would come again, when he would actually love the cornfields. The quiet of the late afternoon was lulling him into a false sense of security, he knew that and chose to let it for the time being. His boots made soft taps on the side of asphalt road, the tiny metallic click of the .22's strap on his shoulder a counterpoint to the boots. All of this was his music, what he had grown accustomed to since taking to the road, and it sounded like it did everyday, indicating everything was still SNAFU.

But back to the cornfields. While it had always been illegal to hunt on fields with corn still in them, that had not stopped David or his father. If you knew the game wardens you could generally get away with something as trivial as hunting near baited fields. But that had been last year or years ago, it had been awhile since David had the luxury of hunting time. Now the cornfields were the haven of the zombies, places for them to hide. It was like that eighties-ish movie Stephen King had made, about the children living in a cornfield. You couldn't see them but they were there. And the rustling of aged stalks did not help matters at all.

The sounding of a sharp beep finally registered on his brain and he checked his watch. As he usually did when the alarm on his digital watch went off, thank God the battery was new and not likely to die off anytime soon, he paused in his journey. He glanced around, the rustle of stalks sounding so much like paper bags at the commissary when the bag boys started to bag items. He did not see or hear anything unusual, so he stripped his pack off, kneeling down with a gun across his legs, to dig for his map and compass. He was headed north with every step hoping Sheena had stayed put and constantly on the search for his own family. So far there had been no luck, but chances are he would find them sooner or later. His dad was a good man, his mother was smart and his sisters took after them. As for Sheena, she was supposed to be with other Army buddies. He would try the next pay phone he found, hopefully she would answer the number then.

He checked the compass against his map, determining he was still headed north but was now moving slightly west. Not the best thing in the world but he had to follow the roads. It was more dangerous to follow the roads, the zombies had less obstacles and there were other people as well, but it was faster. The overland route was safer but slower and there was less chance he would run into people. He needed to run into people because he needed information. With a sigh he marked his current location, a guess since he did not have GPS. He unscrewed the cap off a bottle of water and took a drink, shielding his eyes against the sun as he looked around.

He missed his BDUs, the ones for the middle east had been made for hot weather. Now he was stuck with black t-shirts, black because it hid the grime of not being washed everyday, and jeans. The jeans could chafe from time to time, but he had long ago learned you always kept fresh underwear and socks in your pack. He was always on the lookout for both, more so than food, and would trade alot for those articles of clothing. He had a hat, but it had fallen off his head, held onto his neck by an improvised strap. David was lucky to have his boots, out of habit he checked the ties making sure they were still done. His boots were combat level, worn in and as comfortable as a warm bath.

"Now, where to camp for the night?", by his estimate he was short walk away from a small town but it was off his current path. He could always push himself for the larger town on his road but that was the more dangerous option of the two.

PLANS: Well she is gonna have the baby for sure, other than that she is wide open
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope, not really

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: the Almighty Zi
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: intermediate-advance
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:I was already here
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE: central

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