Post by Waddle on Mar 29, 2010 22:03:05 GMT -5
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Name: Journey Cassandra "JC" Ross
Age: 19
Height: 5'3"
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Neutral
Likes:
Dislikes:
Wants:
Fears:
Appearance: JC has wavy brown hair with touches of blonde that reaches down to her shoulder blades, with shorter strands of bangs framing her face. Eyeliner and maskara bring out her storm gray eyes. She is slim, lithe, even stealthy, but has a bit of muscle, especially in her arms, and weighs at average. She usually wears tattered, worn-out baggy pants, a dark flannel shirt, thick black boots, all topped off with her customary denim-colored baseball cap and plain black sunglasses perched either on top of the bill or on her nose. The hat and glasses somewhat offset the look, but she has always wanted to dress as she pleased and yet make it a bit original.
Personality: First off, defiance is natural to JC, and if a riot is in the air, it's usually coming from her. She will react and make herself heard if she doesn't like what's around her. She doesn't complain about every little thing, though. She knows how to keep her thoughts to herself, when the situation calls for it, and just how far to push people. If you become her friend, she is fiercely protective and unendingly loyal. She hates seeing her friends hurt or suffering. However, it is quite hard to gain her trust. seeing as she is quite independent and only friendly at face value. This gives her a sense of mystery, even magic, some might call it, because she always walks on light feet and approaches silently, as long as she's not wearing boots.
JC likes to be a leader. She can lead well and usually fairly (sometimes her tempter gets away from her though), and can easily protect those under her with a passion. She is a good debater, is bright and intelligent, and is also very resourceful, able to make use of just about any item or piece of information. She is strong as steel, and if she ever breaks, she never shows it to the face of the breaker. She will stubbornly wait till she is alone, and nurse her wounds only then. And usually, she is also planning revenge for those wounds, if they were not fully deserved.
Mother: Holly Ross [adoptive], Emma Sean [biological]
Father: Austin Ross [adoptive]
Siblings: August Frost [twin sister], and Ryan Sean [half-brother], Flaire Sage [half-sister]
Family of Note: JJ Sean [almost brother], Vaughn Jasper [almost brother]
History: A plain Kentucky life had its few flairs for JC. She was 100% country, just about as southern as a girl can get, but had her own little flair of independence, as she has with everything. Which included her own very original styles of clothing. She always knew how to take care of herself, and her closest friends were boys. They included her in their wild games, and she always held her own when it came to a wrestling match or seeing who would pass out drunk first. Her parents revealed to her that she was adopted when she turned 14. JC was shocked, but not for long. Adapting well, she moved on, though the secret forever bugged her. She wanted to know who her real parents were, and that was information her adoptive parents did not have.
Let's back up one year. Back to 13. JC met a boy. A foreign boy, older by two or three years. She never remembered his name, because their meeting ended as soon as it had started. The boy was dragged away by his thoroughly pissed off father, and JC didn't see the boy again for a long, long time. But she never forgot him. She forgot his name, yes, but never forgot his voice, or the instant attraction she had felt to him. It was that night, when she was still thinking about him, that she fell asleep and a white cat visited her in her dreams. It at first simply chatted with her, small-talk of no importance. After a few minutes, JC sighed and asked with irritation what the creature was, for she could feel it was more than just a dream. The cat explained it was her talisman, and continued on about a small town in Canada. It also said that it was quite possible that she would find the boy there. Waking from the dream was like having cold water splashed upon her face, and she didn't find the cat in her dreams for years to come.
Things at home had gone downhill in the years after JC was told that she was adopted. Money grew tight, tensions between her parents and her parent's families got high. The hair-thin rope snapped around when JC was almost 18 and had just graduated high school. Her parents got a divorce, and they were both moving to different cities on the opposite side of the state. She had to choose one or the other to live with. JC chose the 'or' option. She was an adult. She had her own truck, even if it was beaten up and ate gas like a spoiled child eats candy. The decision to leave didn't take her a second to make. She had her own new town to call home, and she headed for it, and fast.
The first night spent there was parked outside Uncle Sam's Pizza Pies. She was far too tired to so much as get out. Once again, she was visited by the cat. Angry now, JC demanded where it had been. "I have always been here," said the cat mysteriously. "You just never looked in the right place, dear JC. I am you. You are me. We are one and the same." "What do you want from me?!" JC screamed, on the verge of desperate tears. "Am I going insane?! Tell me, you damn fur-ball!" She made to kick the cat, but it scampered away. From a distance, JC heard it speaking again, in her own voice. "Control your temper, JC. You will soon find the boy. Everything will make sense. Trust me. Pick your wars but this war between talismans has chosen you to be one of its soldiers. Be careful who you align yourself with."
Waking up in a cold sweat, JCwas shocked to see a man outside her truck, who quickly apologized for scaring and introduced himself as Uncle Sam. He took her inside the restaurant, she paid for and ate a very good breakfast, then asked for directions and thanked him before leaving. Renting an apartment was her first job. Next came finding a real job.
She sometimes thinks about going back to Kentucky. Talking to her parents is hard, and she can barely force herself through a casual conversation. Even just telling them that she was alright and to hear about how they were doing is hard. Long hours were spent talking about her plans, and their plans, and things that didn't even matter. But she knew her priorities now. She'd start her own life here in Canada. She would find that boy that she had never told anyone about.
And that was a year ago.
Talisman: White Cat
Description: JC's talisman is a medium-sized, short-haired snow-white cat. The insides of her ears are pink, as are her paws and nose. Her eyes are light blue in talisman form. When she is in a room, she doesn't hide. She likes to be around a warm place, be it a warm kitchen appliance, a person, a heater, or under the lamp. She normally won't sleep, instead preferring to lay down and watch the goings-on. Her claws and teeth are sharp and she will use them.
Your Name: Sammi
Your Experience: 2 years
Other Characters: Nope
How You Found Us: Advertisements
Code: Cunningwolf
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Name: Journey Cassandra "JC" Ross
Age: 19
Height: 5'3"
Gender: Female
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Neutral
Likes:
- Arguing
- Vehicles
- Boots and short shorts
- Physical activities
Dislikes:
- Pushovers
- Being lazy
- Short/exposing clothing
Wants:
- Something to do [all the time]
- To finish college
- To make her own place in the world
Fears:
- Robots [she's prepared for the apocalypse, though]
- Losing any of her family or friends
- Snakes
Appearance: JC has wavy brown hair with touches of blonde that reaches down to her shoulder blades, with shorter strands of bangs framing her face. Eyeliner and maskara bring out her storm gray eyes. She is slim, lithe, even stealthy, but has a bit of muscle, especially in her arms, and weighs at average. She usually wears tattered, worn-out baggy pants, a dark flannel shirt, thick black boots, all topped off with her customary denim-colored baseball cap and plain black sunglasses perched either on top of the bill or on her nose. The hat and glasses somewhat offset the look, but she has always wanted to dress as she pleased and yet make it a bit original.
Personality: First off, defiance is natural to JC, and if a riot is in the air, it's usually coming from her. She will react and make herself heard if she doesn't like what's around her. She doesn't complain about every little thing, though. She knows how to keep her thoughts to herself, when the situation calls for it, and just how far to push people. If you become her friend, she is fiercely protective and unendingly loyal. She hates seeing her friends hurt or suffering. However, it is quite hard to gain her trust. seeing as she is quite independent and only friendly at face value. This gives her a sense of mystery, even magic, some might call it, because she always walks on light feet and approaches silently, as long as she's not wearing boots.
JC likes to be a leader. She can lead well and usually fairly (sometimes her tempter gets away from her though), and can easily protect those under her with a passion. She is a good debater, is bright and intelligent, and is also very resourceful, able to make use of just about any item or piece of information. She is strong as steel, and if she ever breaks, she never shows it to the face of the breaker. She will stubbornly wait till she is alone, and nurse her wounds only then. And usually, she is also planning revenge for those wounds, if they were not fully deserved.
Mother: Holly Ross [adoptive], Emma Sean [biological]
Father: Austin Ross [adoptive]
Siblings: August Frost [twin sister], and Ryan Sean [half-brother], Flaire Sage [half-sister]
Family of Note: JJ Sean [almost brother], Vaughn Jasper [almost brother]
History: A plain Kentucky life had its few flairs for JC. She was 100% country, just about as southern as a girl can get, but had her own little flair of independence, as she has with everything. Which included her own very original styles of clothing. She always knew how to take care of herself, and her closest friends were boys. They included her in their wild games, and she always held her own when it came to a wrestling match or seeing who would pass out drunk first. Her parents revealed to her that she was adopted when she turned 14. JC was shocked, but not for long. Adapting well, she moved on, though the secret forever bugged her. She wanted to know who her real parents were, and that was information her adoptive parents did not have.
Let's back up one year. Back to 13. JC met a boy. A foreign boy, older by two or three years. She never remembered his name, because their meeting ended as soon as it had started. The boy was dragged away by his thoroughly pissed off father, and JC didn't see the boy again for a long, long time. But she never forgot him. She forgot his name, yes, but never forgot his voice, or the instant attraction she had felt to him. It was that night, when she was still thinking about him, that she fell asleep and a white cat visited her in her dreams. It at first simply chatted with her, small-talk of no importance. After a few minutes, JC sighed and asked with irritation what the creature was, for she could feel it was more than just a dream. The cat explained it was her talisman, and continued on about a small town in Canada. It also said that it was quite possible that she would find the boy there. Waking from the dream was like having cold water splashed upon her face, and she didn't find the cat in her dreams for years to come.
Things at home had gone downhill in the years after JC was told that she was adopted. Money grew tight, tensions between her parents and her parent's families got high. The hair-thin rope snapped around when JC was almost 18 and had just graduated high school. Her parents got a divorce, and they were both moving to different cities on the opposite side of the state. She had to choose one or the other to live with. JC chose the 'or' option. She was an adult. She had her own truck, even if it was beaten up and ate gas like a spoiled child eats candy. The decision to leave didn't take her a second to make. She had her own new town to call home, and she headed for it, and fast.
The first night spent there was parked outside Uncle Sam's Pizza Pies. She was far too tired to so much as get out. Once again, she was visited by the cat. Angry now, JC demanded where it had been. "I have always been here," said the cat mysteriously. "You just never looked in the right place, dear JC. I am you. You are me. We are one and the same." "What do you want from me?!" JC screamed, on the verge of desperate tears. "Am I going insane?! Tell me, you damn fur-ball!" She made to kick the cat, but it scampered away. From a distance, JC heard it speaking again, in her own voice. "Control your temper, JC. You will soon find the boy. Everything will make sense. Trust me. Pick your wars but this war between talismans has chosen you to be one of its soldiers. Be careful who you align yourself with."
Waking up in a cold sweat, JCwas shocked to see a man outside her truck, who quickly apologized for scaring and introduced himself as Uncle Sam. He took her inside the restaurant, she paid for and ate a very good breakfast, then asked for directions and thanked him before leaving. Renting an apartment was her first job. Next came finding a real job.
She sometimes thinks about going back to Kentucky. Talking to her parents is hard, and she can barely force herself through a casual conversation. Even just telling them that she was alright and to hear about how they were doing is hard. Long hours were spent talking about her plans, and their plans, and things that didn't even matter. But she knew her priorities now. She'd start her own life here in Canada. She would find that boy that she had never told anyone about.
And that was a year ago.
Talisman: White Cat
Description: JC's talisman is a medium-sized, short-haired snow-white cat. The insides of her ears are pink, as are her paws and nose. Her eyes are light blue in talisman form. When she is in a room, she doesn't hide. She likes to be around a warm place, be it a warm kitchen appliance, a person, a heater, or under the lamp. She normally won't sleep, instead preferring to lay down and watch the goings-on. Her claws and teeth are sharp and she will use them.
Your Name: Sammi
Your Experience: 2 years
Other Characters: Nope
How You Found Us: Advertisements
Code: Cunningwolf
