Post by jean brooke jackson on May 7, 2008 20:58:26 GMT -5
About You
Name: rachel
Age: 15
Experience: 2/3 years
Other Characters: none
Other: none
The Character
Do you really know who you are?
Full Name: jean brooke jackson
Nickname: jay, jaybee, jaybird
Age: 18
Gender: female
Grade: high school dropout
Preferred Gang: the bloods or crypts
Sexual Orientation: heterosexual
Celebrity used: danneel harris
Appearance: Jean was never always beautiful. You could say she was overweight, ridden with acne and split ends. But after five years of being relentlessly picked on by her peers, Jean could no longer take it. She worked out six days a week for over an hour and shed over fifty pounds. She took on a new diet: sugar and oil-reduced foods meant additional weight loss and clear skin, with the assistance of prescribing to acne medication.
Now, at a reasonable height of 5'6, with the right curves and slightly tanned skin, her fiery red hair is always a few inches above the small of her back, straight, wavy or teased. A big fan of skinny jeans, flats, band tees, leather jackets, vests, etcetera, Jean obsessively dresses herself with an edgy style.
Inbetween her shoulder blades is a small, 6-inch wide tattoo of broken angel wings. Jean's only piercings are her ears, though she likes to wear clip-on hoops as snakebites, just for the fun of it.
Personality: Her attitude is as fiery red as her hair, Jean's temper reasonablly short. She can curse like a sailor, though the ladylike, sane part of her mind keeps her from overdoing her language. If crossed onto her bad side, she can make your life a living hell. Witty remarks, sarcasm, swear words and teasing comments are used in Jean's everyday conversations. When angry, frustrated, pressured or sad, she tends to lock herself away somewhere and cry for a long period of time.
To the heart of Jean, however, she can be very sensitive, fragile and emotional. If she trusts in you, she'll be able to pour her heart out, tears and all. Jean will be able to be carefree with those she trusts, able to confess all her thoughts and her feelings without a second's hesitation. There's a crazy and wild side to her, a side that isn't afraid to dance around on the streets, party hard and yell at random strangers when she feels like you're that person to be crazy with.
Sometimes Jean judges too quickly, a book by its cover, but no matter how hard she tries, the habit doesn't die quick enough. If she thinks she'd like you, Jean would flirt, smile, joke and assist, eager to make companions. If she feels as though you're below her, or you have a certain air about you that doesn't feel right, Jean would turn to the hard shell that she created, keeping her distance and not making too nice.
Likes:
&; excitement
&; real love
&; potty mouths
&; coffee
&; sex
&; fun
&; partying
&; hardcore/rock/alternative music
&; pranks
&; fast cars
&; alcohol
&; cigarettes
&; lingerie
&; bad boys
Dislikes:
&; sitting still
&; fake people
&; fake love
&; ugly boys
&; granny panties
&; bugs
&; reptiles
&; size 0 girls
&; prejudice
&; people that walk too slow
&; hypocrites
&; bad music
&; preppy boys
Is the past behind you, or is your mind still dwelling?
Family:
mother; marie johnson [deceased]
father; patrick lee jackson [california]
siblings; kimberly anne jackson [california, fash. mag. intern, four years older(22)]
History: Born in Houston, Texas, grew up in the small suburbs of Missouri City. She had friends, happiness, family and a sense of right direction. When she was eight, her mother was led to death, trapped by a car accident. The foundation for Jean's life shattered and gave away, though since she was young, Jean had no idea how much it would change who she would have been.
After three years, her father could no longer take it. It took him another year to arrange and prepare their move, but it took Jean much longer to let go of her old life. She learned to adapt to the cooler weather, the different kinds of people that surrounded her. When the California sun had soaked into her eyes long enough, Jean was fed up. Her personality changed; she was no longer the sweet, straight-A student she had been forcing herself to be ever since she was little. Jean had molded herself a stable, protective wall against sensitivity. She was reckless, stubborn and free. She wanted more than the sunrays and the ocean and the hope of romance, she wanted more thrill, more danger, New York lights and smoke.
Right after her seventeenth birthday, she contacted with a pathetic handful of friends that were eighteen or over and resided in New York City. Jean and her friends made plans, arrangements and deals on how she would live, how much rent money she had to put in, what jobs would be waiting for her there. Six months before her eighteenth birthday, she left, though mentally preparing her father and her sister a few months prior. They gave her their blessings, and she made her way to New York, where she lived with her friends until her eighteenth birthday, getting used to the area and saving up rent money for apartments.
At eighteenth, Jean said goodbye and found a good, clean, safe apartment that was well within a reasonable rent fee range. In New York, she never felt truly excepted. The only friends she had were the ones that sheltered her for six months, but they were beginning to grow distant; she was on her own. Jean dressed the part, she had developed the attitude over the right time, but relationships were never planted, only polite friendliness and the occasional EMail or IM. She was in New York, reckless and curious, dreaming of the day she would be finally excepted, to who or what, Jean was not sure.
