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Tamika Blackburn

Born a Cambion, with no knowledge of her true origins, Tamika does her best to blend into normality while resisting the demonic impulses lurking within her genetic code.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by RolePlayGateway, as played by Adantas

Description

Name: Tamika Blackburn
Nicknames: Tami
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female

Appearance: Cambion are always angelically beautiful, a trait picked up from their accursed 'parents'. Tamika is no exception to this rule; her sharp, aqualine features give her youthful face a mature edge, and the prominent point of her chin and high cheekbones make her look years older than what she is. Although this does not look unnatural, it would be safe to say that she draws curious glances often. It does not help that her eyes are a startling vibrant shade of blue, so bright that she often covers them with glasses, or that her hair seems to shimmer between a pale auburn and snowy white. Lithe, young and pretty, it is easy to believe that she is the sire of an incubus.

Because Tamika is a Cambion, there are other differences to her that threaten to tell her apart, some obvious, some less so. If anyone were to look hard enough, they would realise that Tamika doesn't breath; there is no rise and fall of her chest, no breathlessness if she runs to catch a bus. If humans could hear such sounds, they would notice the absent of a racing heartbeat; of any heartbeat at all. Cambion are like walking corpses; and as they grow older the differences become ever more clear. Her eyes are becoming an ever more glowing shade of blue, and her hair grows ever more vibrant in its shades of red every year that passes. Such changes are only the beginning...

Personality

Abilities:
- Tamika has been blessed (or cursed) since birth with the ability to see through the facade that mythical creatures are able to assume when in the mortal realms. Not only this, but she can see those souls of the dead which are yet to leave this realm; this allows her to converse, and interfere, with them.
- Tamika has elemental control over Fire; not only can she manipulate and create heat or naked flames, but she can summon them via the flow of her own blood. Her powers rival many of the more powerful demons she encounters.
- Telepathy and Telekinesis; gifts (among others) that she endowed onto her 'half-sister', Morika. Her Telekinetic abilities do not rival her Elemental gifts, but she is able to lift, move and destroy objects far larger and heavier than herself. Vehicles and people are all vulnerable, though houses are a little too big.
- Tamika, though not fully a demon, does possess some of the fortitude that their race commands. While she is not particularly faster or stronger than the average human, she does wound less easily, and is able to cope with her wounds more readily.
- Given that, by all technicality Tamika is already dead, she can't technically die, not by conventional methods, anyway. In order to destroy Tamika, her head or soul must be removed from her body, or her entire body destroyed. A wound to her lungs, for instance, does little fatal damage due to the fact she does not utilize her respiratory system.
- Tamika can also move between the mortal realm and the realm of Hell at will; not that she would actually want to do that.


Ability Flaws:
- Being able to see the realm that lingers just beyond ours means there is one problem. They can see her too. While she looks human, other unnatural beings can simply tell, much like a sixth sense, that Tamika is not quite human. In the same fashion, the spirits of the dead know she see's them, and they know she might be able to help...
- Given that half her genetic code is spawned from a demon, Tamika is constantly aware of the fact that Hell is pulling her towards it, slowly working its will over her very being as she ages. Were she to ever enter hell, or give in to it... well, who knows what may become of her.


Skills:

- Tamika has begun learning to defend herself against her enemies; her current tuition covers the use of daggers and short blades, in combat techniques typical of Japan and China.
- Tamika is an accomplished member of her Diving School, and of her schools gymnastics department.


Weaknesses:
- Given that Tamika is a slight of a girl, her lacks the physical muscle to defeat most opponents face to face. She has no more strength than the average human female (albeit, a physically fit and trained one).


Personality:
To Tamika, being 'normal' is crucial to her, in a sense it is her lifeline to goodness and sanity which would otherwise be ripped away by her demon blood. But it is mostly because of her demon blood that she isn't in fact more messed up, the horrors she has witnessed have been bearable because of the dark part of her. It is that part of her where she locks away these traumatic experiences and often the desires and feelings that would otherwise convert her back to her demonic origins. She's most of the time bubbly, a little sarcastic but most importantly is unrealistically hopefully. That is her good side. When the her slightly darker side comes out to play, Tamika's words are often harsh and that sarcasm is laced with cruelty. She has a skill with words and a cunning that is able to convince the lesser minds of anything. This causes some major mood swings in her as well as a deep paranoia that any thing she does could snap the one thing inside her that is keeping her 'good'.

Equipment

Tanto(x2): Tamika carries two short-blade Tanto's. They have a heat-resistant grip, and a black steel metallic blade, with the entire weapon measure at 12". These daggers are mystically enchanted to hold a special propensity for slaying demons and other undead; wounds are accompanied by flashes of fire and cause serious infection, dealing more damage to undead or demonic enemies. Not to say that they aren't effective at killing people, though.

Wakizashi: Tamika also uses a 19" Wakizashi, also of black steel and with a heat-resistant grip, which she carries on her back using a shoulder-strap made of soft blackened leather. As with her Tanto, Tamika's Wakizashi is also enchanted in the same way, and can deliver the same damage to undead or demonic foes.

(Note: Enchantment effects: Demons, Zombies, Vampires, Possessed and other creatures of similar ilk. Both weapons are less effective against opposing creatures: Angels being an example.)

Pouches and Vials: Tamika carries pouches on her belt in which she carries two items: vials of her own extracted blood, and small explosives that generate flames.

Armour: Having a disdain for heavy armour, Tamika only wears a pair of blackened steel arm braces.

History

Biography: Currently living in a bustling city with her Father, Rubin Blackburn and her sister of the same age, Morika. They actually seem to live a normal life, but that is because of her Father being a dream Incubus rather than a blood Incubus like his kin. He has strived hard to make a normal life for his two daughters but it has been especially hard because not only must he help them cope with their demon blood, but he lost the one woman he loved and despite his demonicness wanted to raise a family with her. He is very protective of both Tamika and Morika, despite probably guarding Tamika a little more than necessary. The fact that they are not normal is widely ignored and they act as if nothing is different.

So begins...

Tamika Blackburn's Story

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Tamika Blackburn caught the towel without a problem, and spent the interlude between doing so and receiving her drink giving her head a furious, and much-needed rub down. She finished by running her hands through it, trying to prevent the inevitable frizz that would soon have her hair looking like a dogs behind. She folded the towel and rest it on the bar, at which point the daemon returned with her drink.

"Thanks."

It was more mumble than speech, but she figured that the daemon was too distracted to even realise she had spoken at all. Tamika put her money on the counter, and then spun around in the chair, back resting uncomfortably against the wood, to see who else was in the bar. As usual, there was not a single soul that she recognised. Forlorn, she lifted the glass to her mouth and took a sip gingerly. What on earth had compelled her to come here alone?

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Tamika Blackburn shut the phones clasp and tossed it on the bar with a huff, not caring for the damage the thin device might obtain. She rested her chin on her palm and stared thoughtfully into her glass. She wasn't sure why she had ordered it, she sure didn't have any intention of drinking the stuff, and, quite frankly, she didn't even want to be here really.

As usual, though. Rika had managed to be even later than her, and showed no signs of attending her own outing any time soon. Not for the first time that week, Tamika cursed her sister. Shit, she would tear that girl a new hole when she got her hands on her.

For now, she sat and waited, all to aware of how she was one of the few loners lingering in Gambit's. Typical.

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Tamika Blackburn stepped out of the toilet and noticed that the bar was now considerably busier. She'd been in there less than five minutes, and yet the place seemed to have suddenly exploded with activity. Somehow though, everyone had managed to miss her stool during the rush towards the bar, and Tamika hurried over and slid onto the stool before anyone could nab it from under her nose.

Her drink still sat on the side, but she'd decided almost as soon as she had ordered it that she didn't want the stuff. She slid it away from her, in the same process dumping the memory of the drink out of her mind. Instead, she focused in on the clock. Late. As Always.

Shit, it made her blood boil. She must look like such a looser.

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Tamika Blackburn had turned towards analyzing, albeit cynically, the people in the bar in order to help pass the time. It amazed her how many people appeared to be at least slightly pissed off at whoever they were wive; perhaps it was something to do with the fact that Gambit's was always full of freaks and loners. Mentally, she excluded herself from that list without any substance as to why she was any different. Instead, she cast a disparaging glance up and down the prim woman to her side. She wondered if the look of quiet disgust on her face was visible. There was no logic behind it, but anyone with Prada shoes rated pretty damn lowly in her books. Pretentious tart.

Before her blood pressure could raise any higher, she turned away from the woman and back to the bar. Still, she noted, her phone lay silent on the bar. Where the hell was Rika? He gaze fell on the guy she'd seen in here last time. She couldn't remember his name, but the dude seriously freaked her out. Promptly, she turned away from anyones eye contact and tried to keep to herself.

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Tamika Blackburn was watching the guy play guitar with a vague semblance of interest. It wasn't that she particularly liked the song, or his insistent eyebrow-raising for that matter, but music had always helped calm her down. She guessed that it filled her head with something than her own dramatically escalating thoughts. Whatever the reason, she sat at the bar unusually demurely, and watched him strum along to the song.

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Tamika Blackburn didn't catch a hopeful glint in his eye, and so was happy to remain watching him play the guitar. She wasn't familiar with any of the songs - even 'Hey Jude' was little more than a vague recognition. Still, she bopped her head along and even hummed a little, albeit whatever she was humming didn't resemble the actual tune to the song in the slightest.

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Tamika Blackburn got the distinct feeling that somehow he knew she didn't have a clue what he was singing. At least the dramatic eye roll was a partial step up from twisting his eyebrows all around his forehead. Sort of, anyway. She didn't know this song, either; her style was more... heavy. She didn't mind the tune though, it had a melodic tang to it. She wondered vaguely why such an average looking guy was sitting in Gambit's, of all places.

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Tamika Blackburn was a little disappointed at the lapse back into the unknown. She couldn't say she was a fan of this song, though she had no real dislike of any of its parts. Her attention promptly drifted away from the lad with the guitar and she resumed people watching, albeit without much real enthusiasm.

Her phone vibrated, and for a second her heart skipped a beat. Low battery. Fucking. Great. Tamika let out a long sigh and buried her head in her hands.

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Tamika Blackburn quirked her eyebrow at him as he approached her. She looked at the battery like it was some foreign object before picking it up demurely. She busied herself fiddling with her phone - her own battery was a Mission Impossible task to retrieve - while he spoke to him.

"Do you always carry around a busted up phone?" There was a hint of something in her voice. Either disdain, or amusement.

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When Tamika Blackburn disembarked from the taxi she had a curious look on her face. She stood on the sidewalk for almost five minutes staring into space, her eyes glazed over as though she had fallen asleep where she stood. A few passersby gave her anxious looks; any odd looking person hanging around outside of Gambit's was likely some sort of drug-addled hooker, in most eyes.

When she stepped forwards there was no apparent change in the environment that could have prompted her. As though nothing had happened, she opened the door and stepped into Gambit's. It was quiet; few people were around, and for that she was grateful. Today was...

She cut her train of thought off by ordering a vodka lemonade; the bartender gave her a dubious look, and glanced at his watch. She gave a polite smile, but he held back his comment. Probably thought her another vagrant teenager, dropped out of school and with a shitty childhood.

When she finally sat down at a small table in the corner of the bar, it was safe to say that Tamika did not look bubbly. She looked pissed off.

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Tamika barely noticed the blonde women in the corner, save to do her usual glance around at the occupants. Instead, she dug a hang into her jeans - careful not to snag her nails on the torn up material - and retrieved her mobile. She punched in a number, and waited impatiently for it to answer.

"Rika. I need you to-"
"Yes. I know what he did. So will y-"
"Yes, I'll stay here."

The final sentence was resigned, and when she snapped the phone shut she tossed it on the table. She glanced around the bar again, a spark of anxiety lingering in her eyes. If Danael showed up now, shit was going to hit the fan, so to speak.

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When her phone rang again, Tamika hesitated before answering it. When she finally gave in, she wished she hadn't. She could tell by Rika's voice that it wasn't going to be good news.

"Died?"
"What do you mean he died?"
"This my my fault."

She hung up halfway through her sisters angry retort, and tossed the phone onto the table. It rang twice while she sat there, simply staring at its neon screen.

She had a serious problem now. If he had been killed, then that meant they knew where she was. Tamika promptly finished her glass of vodka and hung her head in her hands.

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It took her roughly fifteen seconds to build up the courage she needed, which was a long time given her pennant for impulsiveness. A few tears were still lingering in the corners of her eyes when she stopped in front of the petite blonde woman. For a long moment, she stood there in complete silence, looking like an idiot.

"I need-" She paused and changed her tone. "Could I borrow your laptop, please?"

A USb Stick was clutched tightly in one hand. So tightly in fact, that her entire hand seemed to have turned a frightening shade of white. She waited silently for the women to answer, her face surprisingly stoic.

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"No."

Tamika repeated the word. There was a hollow way in which she said it that frightened even herself. She hadn't really expected the woman to agree.. but, well, she had hoped. Almost instantaneously, fury gave way to sorrow. The look on her face was only describable as 'psychopathic, murderous rage' - and yet it lasted barely a second.

She screwed her eyes shut for a moment, and then stuck her hand in her back pocket as she opened them. She slammed a small, black leather purse on the table with such force that a few people nearby looked over anxiously.

"I'll pay you. Two hundred, cash."

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Tamika drummed her fingers on the top of the purse. What person who looked like.. well, her, would reject that amount of money? Shit, that was her entire bank account there, and the woman had flatly ignored it as though it were nothing. How goddamned precious was a laptop, anyway? She slammed her hand on the table again, frustrated.

"Alright, look. I need to use your laptop. So what do you want? Name it."

It was am ambitious move - there was a hell of a lot that was beyond her reach. Hopefully the woman would ask for something realistic, though. A new car, more money. Something in the girls incredulous look told her this wouldn't be the case, however.

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"Deal."

The smartass smile that cracked open her face was a startling comparison to expression she had held before. She stepped back a little and folded her arms across her chest, eyes glinting gently.

"I'll leave you alone, if that's all you want. So, I granted your wish like a fucking genie, so I get to use your laptop, right?"

She couldn't help the acidic bite in her voice, but at least she'd forced herself to calm down. Tendrils of smoke still en-circulated the oblivious patrons of the bar, but they were fading, thankfully. She took a deep breath, and decided that her smartass comment wasn't going to cut it.

"Someone I know died, and I need their emails."

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This woman was really starting to irk her; was it really that hard to just be charitable? To give someone a fucking break. She could feel her anger boiling up again, and the tendrils had begun circling her legs, tugging at her with invisible maws.

"My house just got burned down, and I'm banned from the library, which I might add is forty fucking minutes away!"

She wished that wasn't all entirely true. She wondered if anything she said would get through to this woman, though; she seemed incapable of actually giving a shit about anyone save herself.

"Look. I'll get the emails, and then I'm gone - forever. Keep the money, I'll even give you more if that's what it takes."

She dropped her arms, exasperated. If she had to find a laptop elsewhere she really was screwed; Rika had told her she had roughly thirty-five minutes to retrieve the emails before the sever deleted itself.

"Please."

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Tamika pushed her purse across the table without a second thought and stopped down to the laptop. After sticking the USB into the side, she waited a few long moments for the program to load. She shot a quick glance at the woman, but she couldn't read anything from her face.

A screen opened, and she started taping away furiously - thankfully, years of using MSN meant she wouldn't fumble over the keys. She hoped that the woman wouldn't mind that e-mails weren't all that she was downloading onto the stick. She stood up, while the bar slowly slid across the screen. 24%.

"It's going to take about two minutes to finish the download... Thanks. Really."

She sounded as sincere as possible, despite the fact that she wanted little more than to cremate the woman were she sat. She lapsed into an anxious silence, eyes still fixed on the woman.

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Tamika ignored the purse. She wasn't the only girl with principles. She had promised the woman money, and she wasn't going to take it back. The bar slid along to 37% - it was going slower than she had hoped.

"Because last time I went to hell a few friends came back with me, and they've decided to start burning things and murdering my family, all the pleasant stuff my people like to do, so now I'm emptying our accounts and copying all the useful information."

It all came out in a continuous spiel before she could stop herself. Her eyes widened a little and she set her gaze stiffly on the woman. She hoped the woman thought she was taking the piss - if not, things could become a hell of a lot more complicated.

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"Tough shit."

She flipped the purse back over towards Lisa, and set her jaw stubbornly. If the woman tried to give her the purse again she was going to stuff the thing down her throat and make sure it stayed there for the rest of her life. It was only half a joke.

"They can't track us electronically; hence the reason why we are relying on it," for someone so obsessed with computers, the woman didn't seem so bright. "While you're siting their looking useless, could you take my I.D from that purse? And don't look at the name."

She had a suspicious feeling that she might not want to run into this woman again.