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Jamie Day

"We're too young to be critics."

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a character in “Pangaea”, as played by partially-stars

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we've got a big mess on our hands - the academy is... the kill - thirty seconds to mars. use me (feat. 070 Shake)- pvris.

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For the most part, Jamie takes more so after his human mother than his vampire father. He has a human diet, even if he does have more or a taste for FauxFizz than most humans do. He has elongated canine teeth, but they're not quite the full fangs vampires sport. He is slightly more tolerance to the sunlight than full vampires, but it still brings him out in an itchy rash with too much exposure. He's a touch stronger and a touch faster than normal humans, but Jamie hardly notices it. He can practice blood magic but always struggled with it and felt as if he was struggling in vain.

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Jamie looks every inch the stereotypical creature of the night he is: tall, thin, and impossibly pale. Factor in several piercings and even more tattoos, and he's certainly a distinctive figure. For someone like him, the permanent dark circles under his eyes and how thin and scrawny he is just adds to the "look". He dresses almost strictly in black, almost always in ripped jeans and leather jackets, covering up as much skin as possible to minimise the sun damage. He's often found wearing jewelry, especially chains and rings that he can toy with when he's bored or irritable.


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Jamie's a man of many, many sides. On the surface, he's pleasant, a little on the quiet and reserved side perhaps, but easy to work with, and seemingly easy to befriend. Of course, it doesn't take long to find out that the friendship, and Jamie's pleasant demeanor, are limited to being only skin deep. It isn't that he's unfriendly, but there's an emptiness there, a complete disengagement. He's perfectly happy to be friendly, but he doesn't want to be friends, that much is evident. It's also clear that it isn't personal; Jamie is so disengaged with life that he just doesn't want friends.

When you've had a continual run of bad luck and you can't tell if it's your fault, it's not surprising to not want to make friends. It's easier to just stick with the status quo and stick with a vaguely unhappy and empty life. Every time Jamie tries to get his life together, it fails horribly and sometimes makes things worse... so what's the point? He goes to work, he goes home, he sleeps the day away. And that's a good day. On bad days, he slips into self-destruction. Drugs to numb the pain and make the world seem a little brighter, alcohol to wipe his mind and to feel free for once. And as time goes on, the bad days seem to come more and more.

Once upon a time, Jamie was a brighter person, someone who was open and friendly and popular. He was full of hope that one day, things would change, that the next chance would work out, or the chance after that. He was constantly striving for something better, constantly hoping for something better. Something of the old Jamie still lingers under the surface, still keeping an eye out for that chance that will bring everything together and makes everything okay again. But now he feels that the chance is gone, that this is all his life is and will ever be.



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It wasn't some great or tragic romance that lead to Jamie's birth. It was a series of foolish decisions on a fateful night with a tall, dark stranger. But Marie had always wanted a kid and so, when she found out she was pregnant, she wasn't as distraught as she could have been. The pregnancy wasn't straightforward, and neither was the birth. But Jamie survived, and was a happy child.

From the get-go, he was almost unnaturally unlucky, and it seemed to spread to his mother. Every time Marie got a new job, something would happen and the company would close or have to let her go. It was never her fault, and she always seemed to find another job with ease. But money was tight, and there were times when she was picking up double shifts just to keep the lights on. They kept their heads down and stayed hopeful. Jamie scraped by in school, and college was never really on the table. But a local photographer took him on and took him under his wing, and for once, things looked up. And then they took the most tragic turn of all.

Marie was killed in an accident, the whole thing sending Jamie into a spiral. He got wrapped up in the wrong circles, got wrapped up in blood magic and drugs and god knows what else. It didn't even last for six months before Jamie managed to pull himself out of it and get his life back on track. Or, well, as on track as it was ever going to get. He seemed to be cursed with the same curse his mother had been, constantly being hired and then let go. This sent him into the next spiral. Then he picked himself up and started freelancing, turning to social media and building himself a presence. Then came the next crash, and he picked himself up, And the cycle began, repeating over and over again.

And then, eventually, he realised that he couldn't keep doing this. What was the point in picking himself up every time if he was just going to crash again and again? So when he fell back into his bad habits, he decided against trying to pick himself back up properly. As long as he kept the lights on and semi-healthy food in the fridge, that was all that mattered. If hallucinogens and other drugs made it easier to function, then so be it. Besides, all the parties looked really, really good on his social media.

So begins...

Jamie Day's Story

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Character Portrait: Briar Ambrose Character Portrait: Tanvi Pari Katari Character Portrait: Iris Mehr Character Portrait: Jamie Day
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song x xx hex #2A6041
.calledby. vee
.prounouns. he/his
.location. university campus, professor’s housing

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The mornings were always for Vee. He was an early riser, no matter how little sleep the other fragments might have allotted for them the night before. They started every morning with an herbal remedy, courtesy of doc Ziran - made in that same mug Arlo had thrifted when they first moved to the city. It was the perfect shape to fit in their hands, warming them up.

Their room hadn’t changed much since highschool. It always felt like they never really moved away from home, no matter how many night’s they’d spend nights elsewhere or how many of their things they moved over. Vee had laid claim to a corner of the room, surrounding his desks with stacks of bins he had fashioned into habitats for some of his snakes. None of them were in need of a feeding, but he liked to take turns pulling them out for some individual attention.

“Mornin’, Perlita.” Vee smiled, fishing out the orange snake from the aspen shavings it had burrowed itself within. Perlita sleepily coiled herself around his hand as he lifted her from the vivarium, her tongue flicking towards him. He brought the snake to his chest, she slithered around his neck, partially obscured by the mess of his curls.

“Will you be joining the morning hunt?” He asked her, grabbing his mug and a small bin tucked under his night stand as he slipped on a pair of slides.

“Vee? Is that you?” His mother called from her bedroom.

“Yes, amma.” Vee hollered back, throwing on an oversized jacket. He tucked a book under his arm, sliding his portable radio over his shoulder. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to have my tea by the grove.”

“Okay….do you want breakfast?”

“I’m not really hungry, but thank you.” Vee said, already knowing that when he’d come back his mom will have prepared an entire plate for him. His parents never missed an opportunity to be overbearing.

The actual college campus was far enough away that Vee didn’t have to worry about running into any of his classmates. On this edge of the campus it was just residential housing for the staff and their family. He kept the volume on his radio low, Tkay Maidza’s new hit playing quietly as he cut across his neighbor’s yard.They’d lived there since they were a teenager, even when they moved to the dorms it still just kind of felt like their hometown more than anything. No one even questioned when they saw Vee crossing their lawns, clad in an oversized bomber jacket, a sports bra, a pair of shorts and slides with bedhead that was out of this world - it was just part of the neighborhood charm at this point.

Before he even reached the grove he could see the grass begin to shift as the snakes slithered toward him. He didn’t know if they could just hear his footsteps or if they were just always around waiting for him, either way they never failed to greet him. He sat atop a tree stump, the garter snakes gathering around his feet.

“Okay, I know - you guys aren’t really here for me.” He pouted, opening the lid to the box and tossing out it’s contents. The crickets jumped in all different directions, the snakes following suit. Some lingered behind, their bellies full and preferring to linger by Vee’s side. He reached down, giving each one attention. Perlita slid down towards his hand, Vee frowning and placing her back around his neck. “Now, Perlita - you’ve had your turn. It’s Hattie and Frank’s turn now.”

After making sure everyone who wanted attention got it, he settled into place with his tea and book. The other fragments would often mock how he choose to spend his time in the light: mostly isolated, usually when their mind was falling asleep or waking up. It’s just when his mind lit up, there was no way of explaining it. He always enjoyed the company of snakes best. They enjoyed the stillness in his silence.

“Vee,” His mother’s voice rang clear through her telepathic link. “Your breakfast will get cold soon, come home.”

Vee sighed, debating radio silence before sending back a dutiful. “Yes, amma.”

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outfit x xx song x xx hex #2A6041
.calledby. katari
.prounouns. she/hers
.location. university campus

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“So - what are we wearing today?” Katari asked the other fragments as she stood in front of the mirror, holding up her favorite selections. She rarely actually took any of their suggestions into account but if she played nice enough, Tanvi wouldn’t snatch a hold of the light as a way to defuse conflict.

“We can change tonight before we go to the party, let’s just wear something comfy for school.” Pari said, making their arm twitch towards a cotton sweater.

“Come on - it’s the solstice. We have to look cute.” Katari yanked their hand back, turning back to her corner of the wardrobe. She could sense the tension in the silence, rolling her eyes as she pulled together an outfit she knew the other fragments would agree on. “What about this?”

The echoed in agreement, Katari throwing the clothes on the bed and sitting at her vanity. She supposed it was Pari’s as well - though Katari was the only one out of them who was good at make up. Opting for a simpler look to appease her other senses of self, she just put on a bit of liner and some lashes. She debated taking a stab at their hair but opted to leave it for later so it was fresh for the party, throwing it into a messy high bun instead.

She paused for a moment, sending out a few texts while she still held the light. The last text was more Pari, but Katari didn’t mind sending it on her behalf.

“I can’t believe you’re still making us go to classes today. I mean, it’s solstice day!” Katari complained to Tanvi, adjusting their clothes in the mirror debating between a cute boot or some oxford loafers. Just as she reached for the boot, Tanvi took hold opting for the loafers instead. Katari stumbled back into the under, grumbling the way down.

“If I’m going to be walking around in the shoes all day, I’m going to pick them.” Tanvi said plainly, lacing up the shoes tight.

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Character Portrait: Tanvi Pari Katari Character Portrait: Jamie Day Character Portrait: Charlie Hudson
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charlie hudson
#8888aa - midgrasp - outfit
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The sunlight didn’t usually wake Charlie, but the persistent sliver of sun falling on her face through the smallest gap in her blackout curtains was enough to rouse her that morning. Well, at first, she got to her feet and pulled the curtains shut again and went back to bed, but her brain had decided that she was awake and she wasn’t getting back to sleep, as much as she may have wished. So she got up and made her way to her tiny kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee.

Even if the solstice itself was the big event, the city tended to buzz for a day or two beforehand. And while Charlie had gotten lucky in getting the solstice itself off, she’d still been rushed off her feet the night before. It had been worth it, she’d made a significant amount in tips and she’d only had to throw out a handful of patrons. But she also had not needed the rude awakening the morning had brought.

She jumped slightly as the shadows behind her couch moved and yelled at her, before Solaris trotted into the kitchen. The cat wound herself around Charlie’s legs as Charlie measured the food out into her bowl. However, Lissie chose to ignore the food and instead sat and stared at Charlie.

“You know, I’m pretty sure normal cats don’t like Fey Berries,” Charlie remarked. “Come on then.” She poured her cereal into her bowl and she poured milk into her cereal and coffee, before heading back into her bedroom, Lissie trotting behind her. As Charlie sat back on the bed, Lissie perched on her legs and began batting at her spoon.

By the time she’d finished her coffee, Lissie had had her few Fey Berries, and she’d read through a few pages of the research she’d found in the past few days, she was starting to feel a bit more awake and a bit better about everything. Or, at least, awake enough to take in the city for a few hours in search of vintage gems.




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jamie day
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Jamie tended to try and sleep through the day as much as possible. It was stereotypical, he knew, but as far as he was concerned, nothing exciting ever happened in daylight. And besides, the daytime wasn’t worth the itchy, stubborn rash that came with exposure to too much sunlight. But unfortunately, as so often happened, his insomnia won out. He’d gotten three hours sleep, and apparently his body had decided that was plenty. He rolled out of bed and went to the fridge, cracking open a bottle of FauxFizz and sitting down at the desk, opening up his laptop. It was the newest DwarvenTech model; not as pretty and as streamlined as the FeyTech, but more affordable and it could better handle the heavy editing software he used.

He glanced up as his phone buzzed with a text. He smirked as he saw it was Katari.

To: katari (?)
hell yes. pre-game at mine?


The Solstice was the biggest event of the year, with the biggest parties of the year. Jamie had gotten one or two invitations to big, fancy parties, but he’d turned them down in favour of a party at Arlo’s. Sure, big parties were good for exposure and for showing off on social media, but they weren’t as fun. They were too polished, too surface-clean. And Jamie was feeling the darker side of things tonight. Just like every night.

He should have been used to working on three hours sleep, but for some reason, he still couldn’t focus on the screen for long. He had emails he needed to reply to, bookings to sort out. He groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. If he couldn’t sleep, why couldn’t he at least be fully awake? He stood up and went to the kitchen, staring into the cupboard. He was going to be responsible for at least a few hours, he told himself, if only so he could properly enjoy the party later, and so he brewed one of the teas Briar had brought him with the cheery promise of keeping him awake when he wanted to be awake. He glanced at his phone. Only a few hours until the party started, he told himself. Only a few hours to get through.