Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6070/6100054432_77deb21b1b_z.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Jana Mashonee<br/>Age: 21<br/>Ethniticity: Native American<br/>Place Of Birth: England<br/>Current Location: Phoenix, Arizona<br/>Personality:<br/>*sweet<br/>*fiesty<br/>*sometimes a bit hot headed<br/>*slightly OCD<br/>*calm on most occasion<br/>*easy going<br/>*loving<br/>*loyal<br/>*smart<br/>*playful<br/>*somewhat withdrawn<br/>*good sense of humor<br/>*quiet (around those doesn't know)<br/><br/>Likes:<br/>*swords<br/>*firearms<br/>*fashion designing<br/>*fast cars<br/>*drawing<br/>*living a normal life<br/>*the friend she has not seen since shortly before her fifteenth birthday<br/>*modeling<br/><br/>Dislikes:<br/>*the supernatural world she now tries to avoid<br/>*losing having both her parents near because of their divorce<br/>*not having her life long friend to confide in anymore<br/>*supernatural<br/>*spiders<br/>*slow moving vehicles (mopeds)<br/>*whips<br/>*divas<br/><br/>Skills:<br/>*master in firearms<br/>*master of swordplay<br/>*walking the runway<br/>*designing beautiful fashion outfits<br/><br/>Fears/Phobis:<br/>*Aracnophobic - fear of spiders<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">2006</div></span><br/><br/>Jana wasn't happy. Her friend and hers parents had been fighting more and more often. Well more like her father and her mother were fighting then her mother was fighting with her friends parents against her fathers. Every day it just became more and more tension filled. She just wanted them all to get along. It was saddening because she could tell they were tearing apart at the seams. She withdrew. At times even her and (insert name here) fought. It was just a rippling boiling lava bubbling down from their parents yet it still hurt. She wished the raging tides would soothe and slow to not but a gentle ebbing. She would watch as when at home her mother and father were at it so much at times she could see it would possibly go physical. All she could do was watch from behind the slitted doors of the closet. Or from the top of the staircase. She hated it.<br/><br/>She had just come home from school when she heard her father telling her mother it was over. Here were the papers. That he had custody of her and that they would be moving out within a few days. Her eyes were open in horrified shock. She did not wish that! Still...she had not been happy where her life was ripping itself apart brutally stitch by stick. She packed up and began putting away all of her things. Every time she found something connected to her and (insert name here) she would stop and stare at it. Smile even if it brought on memories that were painful ones. They were still good memories. They were memories of time with her life long and closest most cherished best friend. She was going to miss him more than anyone or anything.<br/><br/>A few days later all of her things were packed into the moving truck. She was attached to her best friend (insert name here) as she didn't wish to leave him. "I'm going to miss you so much. Please...keep in touch okay?" She smiled and gave him a chaste kiss upon the cheek. Hugging him tight then let go when her father yelled telling her it was time to go. She hurried and climbed into the vehicle. Her gaze never leaving the rearview mirror. She didn't want to go...so far away. Leave her family and friend. They had ALWAYS been together. Ever since she was born....they had been together. When his parents moved from England to the States...hers had moved with them. This...just felt foreign. It felt...wrong. Impossible. Yet...here it was.<br/><br/>When they arrived at their new location she found it was really hot. Dry irritating heat but still heat. She was very isolating. She didn't know anybody and everyone stared at her strangely. She had a habit of turning to speak to (insert name here) and then realizing...he wasn't there. The time would pass....<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">2013</div></span><br/><br/>Up until her sixteenth birthday she had had very few friends. Until her sixteenth birthday she had kept up the family business even though most of the time it was in secret. It was after almost losing her newly made friend Travis to a supernatural being...that she decided she was through with that life. She put away her swords and her firearms and didn't touch them further. They were locked away yet she still knew where they were. She delved herself deeper into her less developed yet more enjoyed passions...art and music. She found that art kept her interest further and longer than resounding and echoing music. She began to draw all sorts of things. What she found most fascinating and fun to draw was...fashion designs. Whether it was home furnishings decor or clothing...she enjoyed designing it. She began keeping a sketchbook of them.<br/><br/>She kept her few friends. Dated guys on and off. Experimented with girls. Found she prefered men...even if kissing the soft lips of another girl had been exciting and forbidden. She then went to college and graduated quite quickly due to all of her earlier years education. She was eighteen when she patented all of her designs and copywrited them. By the time she was almost nineteen she had become a member of a fashion design firm. Without meaning to she had befriended the daughter of the CEO of the company and without thinking showed her her sketchbook. It wasn't long before she was called into the man's office. Not long after that several of her fashion designs and home furnishings decor was being mass produced. She worked her way up through the ranks and was soon in a position not far below the CEO himself. She had numerous designs of hers out there and was becoming increasingly wealthy.<br/><br/>She gave a lot to charities though. Especially those for helping children. Then a year ago began donating to charities for those who had cancer when her father contracted cancer and died a mere few months later. Now she had turned twenty-one...was extremely successful, well known, well liked, and quite wealthy. She had lost contact with her friend a couple years ago. He seemed to have moved and instead of a forwarding address the post office had brought back her letter with a stamp stating return to sender. That had stung a bit. Made a deep aching hole form within the figurative pit of her heart. It throbbed and pulsated horribly with an intense sorrow and loneliness. Then it numbed over time. Seemingly went away. She was finishing a phone call when she had a sinking feeling her past life...was hurtling its way towards a crash course collision with her current life. The normal life she was happy with.<br/><br/>She had over the years perfected ignoring the supernatural world. She had put up figurative blinders and pretended it just wasn't there. She did everything she could to put it behind her. To give herself a "normal" supernatural free life. She was quite happy and content with her life where it was currently. "Marsha? I will be leaving for the rest of the day. I have an appointment and then I will be unreachable for the rest of the day. Please take any calls and make any notes you need to. I will see you tomorrow."<span style="font-style: italic">The young woman smiled. "Yes Ms. Mashonee. Have a good day." She sat at the secretaries desk and took messages.</span>Jana smiled and left. Going to the dentist and getting her teeth cleaned. Then headed home. She was taking a well needed half days reprieve from work.<br/><br/>Entering her home and went into her study. Laying on the couch and bent her knees. Propping up her sketchbook and began to draw. It was nice to once in a while lay back and relax.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The secretary answered the phone. "Haniiko Fashions Designs. Ms. Mashonee's line. How can I help you?" She asked. Listening to the conversation. "I'm sorry. Ms. Mashonee has gone home for the rest of the day. Can I take a message for her Mr. (insert his last name here)?  Are you? Oh taht is fascinating. She lives in the Juniper Housing Development. I can't give you an exact address. Wow...you should go find her. Alright. Have a nice day sir." She hung it up. Bouncing in excitement. The man on the phone sounded  SEXY!</span><br/><br/>Jana slept in her higher middle income house. Having dosed off without meaning to. Her arm hung over the side of the couch still holding the drawing utensil. Her other arm draped over her abdomen still dressed in her business attire. She was having a semi-horrible semi-good dream. Dreaming of her and her best friends first solo mission without the adults with them. That had been one of the scariest cases ever. Especially since...it was a spider demon with the body of a human coming from the spider body. That was just...horrible due to she was aracnophobic. It messed with her some but she fought through it. She had let out a scream when it started coming at them. She had nightmares for a week after that case. In fact...she ended up sleeping in her best friends room whenever she was able to stay at his house.