A good word to describe Jaylee was "Proud." Not the type of pride that comes with satisfaction or accomplishment, but that poisonous pride which gives one a feeling of independence, as though they are above all else, special among the world.
Jaylee was so proud, in fact, that she often displayed that even greater folly of "Hubris;" arrogance before the Gods. She thought ceremonies and worship a silly thing, thought that those who entered into covenants with archons and demis slaves to power, sneered at priests and holymen. Like all great narcissists, a day came when Jaylee was brought down by her many follies, and by the very thing she had hated for so long.
It was a droll day on her college campus. Classes being out, she elected to stay inside her dorm, reading her books of objectivity and godlessness.
"Ay, J." A voice cried from the bathroom "Could you hand me the soap? Somebody seems to have forgotten to open another box."
Jaylee's dormitory had 5 inhabitants, all female, as herself. She was a bit of joke among her peers, who oft derided her for thinking she could get along without the supernatural aids that so often brought men of earth through their days. She took solace, however, in her steadfast beliefs of superiority; after all, they were fools, jokers, buffoons living the lie fed to them by common deities. SHE had no use for such things; her concerns were purely human ones.
"If you can't be bothered to check the shower before using it, why should I care enough to go out of my way to fix your thoughtlessness?" She was always about like this; a firm believer in comeuppance. Her colleague did indeed forget to check for soap, so it was only fitting that she be stuck in this predicament.
"Bitch." The shower stopped running and silence rang through the house. Jaylee returned to her reading; at least until aknock came about the wooden door of the apartment.
Jaylee opened the door and, being herself, immediately spoke, hoping to establish her superiority over this stranger. "If you wish to enter the room, you'd better not be treading..." Her sentence was cut short by the sight before her.
Where one would expect to see the face of a visitor was a broad, amply endowed chest of an exceptionally muscular woman. Towering in front of Jaylee was a 10 foot wall of women, encrusted with dark skin covered by tatoos. Her eyes were a piercing, glowing white with no pupils, and her hair a vibrant green. Jaylee knew immediately what she was.
"Jaylee Jordan, I am Ahura. You are my new avatar."