Well after a hiatus I'm back with a new character profile for a character from one of my favorite game series Timesplitters. It was originally going to be a standard character profile back the background ended up exploding into a whole story of it's own. Anyway this character has a bit of twist, that I haven't seen many other character profiles do (although I'm sure it has been done). If you want to know what the twist is you'll just have to read it. Anyway let me know what you think and I'll soon be coming out with move sets for her
Jo Beth CaseyBiography
Once just your average high school cheerleader, Jo Beth’s fate was changed forever when she accepted a dare to visit a “supposedly” haunted mansion and take pictures of zombies. Little did she know she would be plunged into a bizarre adventure involving a bald time travelling space marine, all manner of super freaky monsters and undead abominations and lastly, but by no means the least, two mad scientists who seemed to be in the middle of an identity crisis.
While initially shaken by that experience, Jo Beth found herself inescapably drawn to such danger and soon she had transformed. By day see just your average smoking hot high school cheerleader but by night she was a bat wielding, shotgun toting monster slayer.
Things seemed to be on the up for the feisty heroine, graduating from high school with flying colours, despite her nighttime excursions and grabbing a place at a prestigious university. Unfortunately it all went wrong when she decided to take a walk down memory lane before leaving for university, by returning to haunted mansion where her adventures began.
The mansion itself had burnt down but she managed to find an entrance to the tunnels beneath. That was when her life took another U-turn as while exploring the tunnels she stumbled upon the ghost gun, one of the weapons that had belonged to her mysterious time travelling saviour all those years ago. Deciding it could come in handy Jo Beth picked it up, only for some sort of portal to open up behind her and suck her in, catapulting her into an alternate reality.
Jo Beth, while initially horrified by the prospect of being trapped in an alternate world, one where apparently TV didn’t even exists, soon found a silver lining… “No more step parents!” She also found this new world required her particular talents as it was full to the brim with monsters, and midara…
what ever those were?! Who cares, she’d beat them just the same!This confidence, however, would prove to be her downfall. The intrepid cheerleader had joined an academy for warriors and monster slayers and quickly made a name for herself, partly because of her skill and partly because she was one of only five girls at the academy. Having heard from a lecturer about a so called spectral succubus, an unvanquishable ghostly Midara which resided in an abandoned mansion just outside of the academy grounds, Jo set out to prove them wrong.
After all, she had a ghost gun, right!? True she’d never tested it and had no idea how it worked but how hard could it be?
The heroine set off to the mansion in high spirits, only for her mood to be crushed by three hours traipsing round an old crusty abandoned mansion, without even the occasional zombie to pass the time. It was as she did her fourth and final sweep of the mansions cavernous ballroom that she found her target, and was promptly rendered shocked… and livid with jealousy!
Jo Beth had been informed of the basics of what Midara were but she’d always assumed that they were fabricated or exaggerated tales spun by the more dirty-minded and desperate young men of the academy (although the lecturers oddly did seem to back up these far-fetched stories). Certainly the kiss attack thing had to be made up and they couldn’t be as sexy or “gifted” in certain places, surely? Oh how wrong she was.
Before her floated a wispy white apparition of a young woman dressed in what seemed to be a rather provocative and revealing wedding dress. A veil covered the apparition’s face, however red glowing lips and eyes, the only colour in her otherwise white visage, were clearly visible through it. What got Jo Beth’s blood boiling though wasn’t the ghost’s “totally slutty” dress sense. (
So what if she, herself had slut written on her chest, she was being satirical… or meta… or something!) It was her formidable front bumper!
Meanwhile as Jo Beth tried to process what was in front of her, the spectral succubus smirked as she regarded her new guest/victim, who she’d been observing since they’d made their rather loud entrance three and a half hours ago. That smirk vanished however when the pretty little thing let out a ferocious roar, most unbecoming of one so delectable, pointed accusingly at her bosom and yelled “those are SOOOOOO FAKE!!!”, while brandishing a bizarre looking weapon.
Jo Beth had seen more than enough. She pulled out the ghost gun, aimed at the Succubus’ head and pulled the trigger, releasing a beam of red energy that narrowly missed the target. The Succubus didn’t seem anything more than a little annoyed, tutting disapproval before remarking in a sultry, vaguely aristocratic French accent “that’s no way to greet your host”. The Succubus’ smirk returned and she purred “let me show you how I greet MY guests”.
Before the Cheerleader could even react, the Succubus shot forward, knocking the ghost gun from her grasp before planting a kiss on each cheek with glowing red lips. So taken aback by the Succubus’ speed and her furtive kisses, Jo Beth didn’t even respond as the Succubus’ arms wrapped round her neck and pulled her into a deep French kiss.
Jo Beth’s mind was reeling and she began to feel dizzy as the kiss continued and she almost found herself longing to return it, despite herself. It was then, however that she released she seemed to be literally breathing this ghostly demon in, which gave her the resolve to snap out of the pleasant haze she’d been submerged in. With a determined push she was able to break the kiss and staggered backwards, wiping her lips, which held a pleasant tingling sensation. She’d kissed a girl before but she generally preferred guys.
The succubus took advantage of the hapless monster slayers disorientated state and pushed on the offensive, thrusting out her and quipping with a devilish grin “My dear, let me show you just how real these are”. With that she once again rushed forward, grabbing the unfortunate heroine’s head and enveloping it in her cavernous cleavage. Jo Beth sputtered in shock and within seconds the mind numbing haze began to return. It was then that she realised that close proximity of her mouth or nose to any part of the Succubus would result in her inhaling the increasingly alluring yet undeniably evil apparition, which in turn would likely end up with her being possessed or turned into a mindless slave.
This realisation bolstered her resolve and she struggled with renewed vigour to free herself from the seemingly vice like grip of the succubus. This struggle however seemed to be futile as minutes passed and she was still no closer to escaping, steadily feeling her strength and free will draining away, lost to euphoric haze as she seemed to slip deeper into succubus grasp.
Briefly fearing that all was lost, Jo suddenly realised the succubus’ grip loosened every time her strength waned. Following her hunch Jo went limp within the ghostly embrace and waited, hoping against hope she was right.
Time seemed to slow down as she waited, all the while struggling not to fall any deeper into the haze that threatened to completely consume her thoughts. Her skin was beginning to tingle. This had to end soon.
Suddenly the succubus released her with a giggle and cooed “mon amore, I haven’t finished playing with you yet darling”, before magically producing a make up mirror and proceeded to apply some more lipstick. This had not gone unnoticed be the plucky heroine who, while motionless on the floor was still very much conscious. Biding her time and making sure the succubus was otherwise occupied Jo Beth eyed her one hope of stopping this Midara menace, the ghost gun, which lay about ten feet away.
Sensing her opportune moment Jo bolted for the gun, accompanied by a tutting sound from behind her. As she reached the gun, she instinctively ducked, aware she was being pursued and managing to roll sideways as the succubus grazed past her.
The succubus wheeled round the room picking up pace for another charge by which point Jo was back on her feet, ghost gun in hand and ready for payback. Feeling her strength and confidence returning, Jo sneered “Back off bitch, playtimes cancelled” before letting lose a stream of red energy striking her opponent as she came in for the charge prompting a scream of pain. Jo Held down the trigger is she continued to bombard her opponent. What she hadn’t expected though was despite the beams effect on the succubus herself it had absolutely no effect on her momentum.
The succubus while no longer in control, continued towards her at high speed, drawn, she realised, by the ghost gun. Jo released the trigger… but nothing happened. It was still pulling her nemesis towards her. She tried to let go but found she couldn’t. she could only watch her coming closer… and closer… and closer until… BANG!!! Then darkness took her.
Jo Beth woke up, she presumed, a few hours later feeling battered, bruised and slightly disorientated but still very much in one piece and one mind. A further thorough sweep of the mansion turned up nothing so the heroine turned back to her house for some much needed rest.
It wasn’t until the following morning that she got the feeling that something wasn’t quite right.
She could have sworn she went to bed in pyjamas? Had her tops and bras all shrunk over night? Why was she still wearing lipstick? The freakiest part was when she thought she saw her own reflection winking at her in the mirror. Oh well it must be one of those days.Breakfast proceeded normally, apart from a few extra looks from her housemate, with the notable exception of one of her friends who was mysteriously absent. Going to check on him, she found his room unexpectedly unlocked and upon getting no reply to knocking she hesitantly entered the room. The room showed signs of a breath scuffle, which had her immediately on edge but what truly shocked her was a smeared trail of deep red on the carpet leading round behind the bed and indent patterns indicating someone dragging themselves or being dragged across the carpet. With trepidation Jo approached the bed and began to here an eerie sound pulsed from behind the bed in the entrance to the bathroom. Taking a deep breath and preparing herself, she rounded the bed and found her missing friend lying face down, naked, unmoving and making some unholy noise.
Despite the risk that some monster had possessed him, Jo decided to try and preserve some of her friend’s modesty by covering his lower half in a sheet before turning him over. Doing so revealed the shocking truth. He was covered from head to toe (at least she presumed so) in smeared lipstick marks; the origin of what she feared had been a bloodstain on the carpet. The hideous noise was his snoring.
Having tried unsuccessfully to nudge him awake Jo decided there was only one thing for it and headed to the bathroom, for a bucket of cold water. She had found the bucket and was about to fill it when playful and oddly familiar giggle stopped her in her tracks and wheeled round to look at the source. Her reflection briefly regarded her with an impish smile before purring “bonjour, you like my handiwork?”
Four months on and life had luckily calmed down for the plucky heroine and she had settled into her new duel existence. As she’d found out from her new guest that morning, the ghost gun had accidently and irreversibly spliced them together, meaning that she required regular smooching sessions to survive. Handily for her the succubus feeding process leaves the victim with the equivalent of a hangover and no memory of the event. As for her new co-pilot they quickly became firm friends and have set up a fair system of work. Namely hunting on alternate nights for monsters to vanquish or victims to be smooched into oblivion. Yes life was good!