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- Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer.
- Me, Myself, and I
- Height: 5'8"
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Sometimes blonde
- Strength:Slayers are endowed with strength greater than that of regular humans, some demons and the majority of vampires. They have been known to be able to bend steel and throw vampires with one hand.
Agility and reflexes: Slayers are able to move faster and react more quickly than normal human beings. Having the ability to catch a thrown dagger or a bolt loosed from a crossbow are just two examples of the speed and dexterity of a Slayer.
Resilience and healing: A Slayer's body is substantially more durable and resistant to blunt force trauma than an ordinary human's and there is evidence of an incredibly high pain tolerance. It is difficult, though not impossible, to bruise them, break their bones or strain their joints.
Senses: Slayers possess a heightened awareness of their surroundings. This heightened awareness can, with experience, allow the Slayer to know the position of an attacker and fight them blindfolded or in the dark. This is not a constant ability, however. This skill must be honed through practice and the Slayer usually must focus to achieve the full benefit.
Dreams: All Slayers through the ages share a psychic link, manifested in dreams. A Slayer will frequently dream of herself as a Slayer in another time and place. These dreams are usually vague, but can also be prophetic. Dreams exist in their own mystic plane or "dreamscape" where for a Slayer, precognitive sense and the inherited memories of other Slayers can manifest themselves. Also, Slayers have been known to appear in each others dreams.
Other abilities: While a regular person may require eight to ten hours sleep, a Slayer seems to require considerably less but needs some rest to function. Often able to stay awake for days, the Slayer will usually "crash" and sleep for half a day and show no lingering handicaps. A Slayer naturally has formidable fighting skills.
There is some evidence to indicate that The Slayer might possess some supernatural influence or presence over others. Part of the role of the Slayer is being a leader and deciding the appropriate course of action to be taken. This leadership role is seldom, if ever, contested.
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With the loft rented out, and the car left in the garage beneath it, Jauni headed east. It wouldn't be easy, by any means, to shove two people into a studio apartment on East 78th Street, but she and Josh would manage. Hopefully without killing each other. Jauni hadn't heard from Donal since he'd headed for Canada. She didn't know why, but presumed it was for a fight. With just over two weeks and no contact, she was beginning to worry.
That worry lead her to calling hospitals and yes, morgues all along the Canadian/US border, when she wasn't working at Gracie's Corner Diner on East 86th, or patrolling. She got the usual reactions to asking if any John Does had shown up, matching Donal's description, and wouldn't give a name for the John Doe she was looking for. If he was there, she didn't know what name to use. If he wasn't, there was no point in raising any red flags by giving his name out.
All in all she was exhausted, short tempered, and trying not to let it get to her. It was a tall order. Even for a waitress at Gracie's Corner Diner.
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I feel just like I'm sinking
and I claw for solid ground
I'm pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
oh darkness I feel like letting go
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Three AM: Jauni was up and on silent feet, moving through the flat that was Leot's. After washing her face and pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she gathered her bag and headed for the door, a glance over her shoulder was given, a brief check for awareness from the others and then she slipped out the door.
It didn't take much. Simply taking a walk at that time of night was like ringing the dinner bell and in typical Pavlovian fashion it wasn't long before someone answered that call. He came out of the shadows to her left and as he struck, she grasped and turned, using his own momentum to send him flying across the road as she went down.
Her hand reached into her bag and pulled out the tried and true, fingers curling around the wooden stake as she rose and went after him. Jauni had cleared half the distance between them by the time he'd kipped up to his feet and she drove a left for his face as her right drove that stake for his heart, inward and upward from just below the sternum.
The second strike never connected. The back hand he gave her sent her one way, the stake the other. She could feel the gravel of the dirt road abrading skin as she slid, but it as well as the pain of the blow were ignored. She was up and after him again. He swung at her as she closed and she ducked low to avoid it, sidestepping as she did so, a knee raised to his gut.
His elbow came down, striking her in the middle of her back and she went down again, coughing slightly as the dust from the road rose into her face. She spun, rolling up onto her shoulders like a break dancer, booted feet catching the vampire in the chest and sent him backward. Kipping upward, her hand pulled that short sword from the bag as he came in at her again.
Jauni twisted, ducking low as he came in at her, and as his momentum began to carry him past her, she pivoted the other direction, coming up with that sword aimed for the vampire's neck. There was a brief moment of surprise that seemed to register across his face, before his head began to topple. It had barely begun its roll from his neck when he fell to ash, and Jauni stepped back, a glance around given as she moved back up the road, picking up her favorite stake along the way.
As silently as she left, she crept back in, bruised, scraped, dirty to say the least. After carefully setting her bag down, she headed for the bathroom once more to assess the damage.
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