Annalise Jackson

[Annalise Jackson]

Annalise Beth Jackson
FACE CLAIM: Miss Mosh
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AGE: 30
GENDER: Female
ORIENTATION: Bi-Sexual
POSITION: Local - Burlesque Dancer/Exotic Dancer

POWER: Telepathy
The ability to read/hear anothers thoughts. Hearing them as if they were spoken aloud, or more so, thought in her own mind. Unable to control this for the most part, Annalise can hear all thoughts in her vicinity unless otherwise blocked in some way or another. She has no ability to direct the thought stream to a specific person, or more so has not ever perfected this ability.

LIMITATIONS:
Annalise only has the ability to close the door, so to speak, when not under intense stress. It becomes absolutely uncontrollable when highly emotional, stressed out, or inebriated in any way.

She has NO ability to break through any psionic defenses, or even a particularly strong willed mind, and, in fact, would prefer people to block their thoughts from her for she prefers the silence to the alternative. Therefore she has never attempted to learn this, since she has only wanted to block them all out.

Annalise has no ability to pick thoughts out of a crowded room, and assign them to any specific person. She cannot hone in on any specific thoughts, and, in fact, only hears them much like someone standing in a crowded room of constantly talking people with their eyes closed.


SIDE-EFFECTS:
Experiences extremely frequent migraine headaches, which can include sensitivity to light, nausea, and even actually fainting if far to over whelmed by everything around her. When a headache begins, Annalise must remove herself from the situation, as subjecting herself to the continued thoughts can almost instantly induce all of the above.

All attempts to "force control" of her "gift" can and will cause nose bleeds, intense sharp pains in her head, stars bursting in her vision, and even loss of consciousness. This includes trying to "shut the door" once a flood of thoughts has begun, trying to hard to "focus" her reading on specific subjects, or attempting to "harness" it in any way. Though she may be able to over come this at some point, she has never focused any effort in this field, and therefore has no ability to overcome this currently.

Annalise experiences serious bouts of paranoia, in which she can often assume the worst of someone, misplace thoughts from another person on that person, or even make thoughts up entirely from absolutely nothing. This causes her to constantly believe someone is after her, following her, or even coming to get her. The paranoia has long since developed into a hyper state, which causes an inability to be in dark spaces, walking around the city at night, or otherwise being alone when not locked in her own apartment. It causes instant distrust of those around her, and often slightly jumpy or sometimes paranoid behavior, such as looking over her shoulder, constantly taking stock of the room around her, and being distracted to the point of obliviousness to those near her.


HEIGHT: 5'8"
HAIR COLOR: Platinum blonde/white
EYE COLOR: Clear pale blue

MISC: Annalise has no piercings, nor tattoos on her body. However her main stand out is her extremely pale skin. It is almost unnaturally white, causing her bright blue eyes, and often red painted lips, to stand out sharply against the backdrop of her white hair and pale skin.


PERSONALITY: Annalise is a complicated woman. Deep down she can be kind hearted, caring, and easily love others, however, her entire life has molded her into something harder, stronger, and deeper than this. In the beginning of it she was such, and now she wears a second personality like some form of armor against the world at large. Often suspicious of those around her, and highly distrusting of them, she rarely allows herself to be alone with people she doesn't expressly know for a length of time, and she has no trouble showing her distrust of them.

Though she was once a close lipped shy little girl, that has long since been shed. Now, Anna has the mouth of a sailor, and next to no mind to mouth filter, meaning she tends to say what she thinks, and doesn't often worry about the outcome or others feelings. She has little not want to sugar coat the world around her, and if she dislikes someone, she is the first to let them know this. Though she will not start a fight where one is not necessary, she has no qualms with finishing one, nor will she back down from being sniped at. Beneath the hardened exterior, however, Annalise has a heart of gold. She's fiercely loyal to her friends, whom she would willingly lay her life down for, and those whom hold that title are few and far between. Those whom know her, her past, and are trusted with her emotions or thoughts, are even fewer.

As a side effect of hearing the thoughts around her, Anna can be prone to immediately assuming the worst out of people. It is very rare when she hears all good thoughts from anyone, and highly often she hears horrid, nasty things. Having gone through life with a constant stream of thoughts in her head, all of which are intruders there, she has come to expect the foul, dirty, and depraved of the world, as those are often the loudest of all.

SECRET(S): The only real secret is her power. She has never told a soul, and grew up in a family where anything different was feared and hated. She was taught early on in her life that to be normal was to be like everyone else, and she is highly hesitant about letting anyone know about who and what she is.


FATHER: Jackson, Richard
MOTHER: Jackson, Connie
SIBLINGS: Jackson, Hannah || Jackson, Jacob
WORTHY MENTIONS: Annalise has a single pet. A small fluffy white cat to whom she happily sits and tells all of her deepest secrets to, for the simple fact that she cannot hear its thoughts, and it has no opinion on her confessions. This cat is simply known as "Cat"

CHILDHOOD: As a child, Annalise was doted on, much like her older sister and brother. Growing up the privileged children of Richard Jackson, an oil tycoon, had its benefits, or so her siblings would constantly point out to her. From an early age, Annalise felt displaced in her home. As if she were far to different from those she lived with, and whom she called mother and father, for it to be possible.

This discomfort with her family, and how vastly different she was from her siblings, lead to questioning. At first her mother became irritated at the questions, often waving it off, or guilting her with how much it pained her she would say such things. However, the longer her questions went on, the more it wore her parents down. Finally, they gave in. At the age of ten, Annalise was told she was adopted into the family. A closed adoption, without a way to find out whom her parents had been.

For her parents, this had meant nothing. For Anna, however, it only solidified what she had known her entire childhood. Her siblings, upon hearing the news, seemed to change quite abruptly in their treatment of her. From their sibling rivalry suddenly bloomed a grudging acceptance of her existence. From the reluctant encouragement for her to smile and be happy, was born a sudden dislike and distaste of her laugh, smile, or even presence. Alienating her at school became a hobby.

ADOLESCENCE: Annalise experienced her first thought from anothers mind at the age of twelve. It startled her, and she answered the person automatically as if they had spoken out loud. This , of course, managed to get her nothing but a rather odd look, before the person stormed out of the girls restroom at school. Confused she returned to class.

That day was hell, and something she will always remember. Like a rush of voices all at once they flooded her mind, and, in the end, the girl had folded in on herself screaming at the top of her lungs. Blacking out had been blissful, silence suddenly, and the voices had stopped.

Learning to deal with it had been stressful. For nearly two weeks Annalise locked herself away from the world. Skipping school, locking herself within her room, and all around simply avoiding any type of actual human contact. Instead she obsessively researched it, both online and via books, in a desperate attempt to figure out what was going on with her.

At first she thought to go to her mother for help. She had never been a kind hearted woman, but she had always loved her children in her own way. If there was anyone whom would understand, she had the hope it would be her mother. However, when she brought the subject up to her, her mother had a rather drastic reaction. Responding with fear, and insisting her child was losing her mind, she immediately began to set up psychiatrist appointments.

Before the first, however, the school showed up at her door. Insisting to her mother that they knew how to handle "special children" like her daughter. Her mother was reluctant, but her father agreed without hesitation. Pushing his daughter, whom was apparently hearing voices, off on a school for "gifted youths" was far better than the press, or any of his peers, finding out about her.

At the school, Annalise simply showed no true promise in controlling her power. Though they did manage to teach her how to shut it down, or block it, her worry about what she was, and how the world viewed her, often caused this control to slip or go haywire. As the years wore on, and her teenage years came to pass, her need to be something more normal took her over. Shutting it down, or closing the door, so to speak, became an obsession, and something she worked harder at than any other aspect.

ADULTHOOD: Upon the girls eighteenth birthday, Annalise found herself with a desperate need to leave her home. With no want to pursue the family business, and no need to work for money for the time being, she left her home, her family, and Kalispell behind, with her mothers blessing, and her fathers money.

Her father, of course, had funded the "hiatus" with the promise that she would not wave her family name around, and run it through the dirt. Therefore, her bank account was funded and regularly filled for living expenses, in exchange of her staying far away from the group of Jackson's, whom now thought of her as a blemish on their perfect white smiles, and "normalcy". At first she had no clue what to do with herself, but to leave her life as far behind her as she could.

On her journey, however, Annalise met an older woman by the name of Meghan, by chance one night at a diner. The older woman had been in a mind to chat, and Anna had nothing but time on her hands. They sat for hours into the night, sipping coffee and eating pie, all offered by Anna herself. The old burlesque dancer spilled her life story, told her of romance, intrigue, and even murder. A life that seemed to pop up out of the movies, or old novels, and utterly fascinated Annalise.

Amused by the young woman, and taken in by the fact that she had been so gracious to sit and listen to her simply talk for so long, the old woman offered the girl a place to stay. Eager and happy to behind an existence somewhere outside her usual level of comfort, Anna accepted.

Thus began a ten year mother daughter type relationship with the woman. Her time was spent helping her run the burlesque club she owned, keeping track of bills, drawing in men and women to see the shows. At twenty-one years old, Annalise joined the stage herself. Immediately she showed promise at it. Dancing, it seemed, was the one time she could absolutely control her mind. Shut down all thoughts, all fears. Close the world out and focus solely on her body, its movements, and the energy around her.

When Annalise was twenty-seven years old a few things happened. First, Meghan passed away, and, with her, the burlesque club died off, leaving a grieving Annalise alone in the world once more, though with her own nest egg no longer being funded by the family whom had long forgotten her. The other was the very sudden emergence of a story that told of a "mutant" and their powers.

I had been ten years since she had allowed herself to dwell on what made her different. She had focused all her effort, and time, into fitting into society in one way or another. As the stories unfolded, and the world was sent into the initial chaos, Annalise found herself on the fence with sides. On the one hand, she had dedicated her life and her efforts to blending into normal human society. To out herself now would be a terrifying, and considerably dangerous, idea.

However, after the first two years of the whole ordeal, she finally made her stand. Putting her foot down and finding something in the call of those in Kalispell, where she had originally run from in her search of finding something more "normal" to live. Finally, and tentatively, Annalise turned around and returned to the one place that had always accepted her for what she was.

Unsure of herself, and with serious reservations about becoming a publicly known mutation, she found herself settling down within the town in Montana once more, her goal only to live one day at a time.


SAMPLE:
Anna frowned down at the flower printed vase where it sat on her small table. It was pale in comparison to her light, her smile. She could still hear Meghan's voice as she sang out loud, see her old wrinkled hands as they swept paint across the canvas. Ten years ago she had run, a frightened child, from her family and from her life. Meghan had been the catalyst to her finding herself, finally.

It had been hours since she'd come home from the funeral, something Meghan had insisted on despite having been cremated as well. The casket had been empty, but the whole family from the club had been there. Silently saying their goodbyes. Hugging Anna as if they could somehow offer comfort in their touch. It had caused the opposite effect, however, reminding her of the laughter, the life, Meghan had helped her build.

"It isn't fair..." She whispered, breaking the silence in her small dark apartment, a slender hand coming up to sweep gently at her cheek. She managed to smear black eyeliner over the hollow of her eye, mixing it with mingling tears as she swallowed a lump. Of course there was no response, since the woman in the jar could no longer speak to her. "What do I do now, Meghan?"

It had been so long since she had felt lost. At that moment, sitting under the pale light of her dining room, staring silently at the vase, she felt the same as she had the day she had left her life behind. The day her father had given her money to leave and not look back. Without Meghan, the future seemed pale, and unreachable. A soft mew drew her attention to the floor where a round white ball of fluff had come to gently rub at her ankle.

"Cat." She mumbled softly, seeming to only just remember Meghan's pet at that moment. The feline had been a new addition, after all, bought for no other reason that 'why the hell not', according to Meghan. Leaning down she scooped the cat from the ground and brought it up to the side of her face.

Immediately the cat began to purr, and she closed her eyes. In that moment she began to cry. Hard gut wrenching sobs that tugged from the inside out, her whole body shaking as she held the cat close, her tears tumbling from her cheeks to its fur, and down further to stain the black cloth of her dress.

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