Post by Dil on Apr 15, 2006 20:58:13 GMT -5
Name: Jessi[ca] Nicole Wells
Age: 17 Years
Sex: Female
Personality: She has her eye on the prize, basically. Excellence is what she strives for, and she always will shoot to make a slam dunk. Go big or don't go at all, basically. She really is too focused on the prize to worry about the others around her, so she isn't concerned with the thought of those that hate her, but she cares deeply about her friends. Even her brothers, though they annoy the living hell out of her.
Physical Appearence: (or if you are as bad at this as me, you may use your picture) -picture xP-
History: Born in East Tennessee, Jessi was born the 'baby' of the family, having three older brothers, Chase being the oldest. They all treated her the same; like one of the guys. It's because of this is why she grew up like she did. She looked up to a few people in her life, but her brothers weren't really her role models like her parents were, and her family. Oh, and Rascal Flatts. She is always listening to music and playing the guitar because of them, and she will stick to it.
But even with this bright side, there's a dark. She was stabbed by her cousin and her uncle was murdered in front of her by the cousin that she had 'loved' and thought he loved her. But,. all she has is a physical scar, as the emotional scar isn't as big.
Though she does has flashbacks, and remembers ever detail in that house, the lighting strikeing as quick as the knife's sharpen blade is pulling downwards towards her. The Blood that dripped. The look in her cousin's face when he shot her uncle and stabbed her. Everything.
Sample Post: Mac smiled as she looked up at Havik, her friend. Boy, was she lucky to have found someone like him. So forgiving, it seemed. She had messed up big time while she was with him, but he said nothing? He was a forgiving one for not reprimanding her on her mistakes. She smiled as she looked up at him admiringly. He was the only one she had right now, out in this world, as she was trying to grow up, perhaps too much. She only had adult friends, other than Spyder. She was going to start her working, and she was going to be the best damn dog she could. She wasn't about to miss her chance...
Smiling as she looked up at him as he spoke, she nodded. "Momma had been through a lot...Her fatha wasn't there. She said he died before she opened her eyes, but...I think that an expression as well. I hear rumors they spread. They spread them about my momma, calling her many things. But one thing that I heard was that her father was never there....I'll never know him. Another ting that hurt was them calling her names, like...whore, or slut. Everyone says I'm just like her....But, that makes me those things too, then.." Mac took things seriously sometimes, and she had right this time. If she was like her mother, than she would be a slut, whore as well.
She let out a little yawn, small canines reflecting off of the sun as she did. She listened to more of his words, smiling lightly. "Mamma said I only have one chance...one chance to prove I'm worth for the Mafia, and this is why I'm born to fly?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked at the sky, smile slowly escaping her maw as she did, auds going back. She knew too much for a little pup to bare. She looked slowly over to Havik, asking him with a serious tone, or as well as she could manage. "Look..if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever thing wanted-one moment...would you capture it...or just let it slip..?" Come year one, she was going to try hard, be the best of the best. She was going to make her mother proud to say 'that's my daughter'. She was going to show all of them who laughed at her behind her back...she'd show them all.
"Cricky said to go for it....I always tell myself to not miss my one chance....come my first year, I need to be ready..." She let a smile slowly cross her maw as she looked at Havik. She recited to him what she always told herself. "You better lose yourself in the music, the moment, You own it, you better never let it go.
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime...go!" She always told herself this, as she was dead serious on what she said to her friends. She was going to be the best damn dog she could be. Push herself to the pinnacle of her abilty....Be better than these street dogs, and rise above it all. "And, you'd be beside me....right, Havik...?" She wanted her friend to be there when she showed everyone she could do anything she set her mind to. She wanted him to be proud of her, as right now, he was apart of her 'family'. In her mind...he always would.
*Picture:i51.photobucket.com/albums/f400/CornyCougar/jessi9ko.jpg
Age: 17 Years
Sex: Female
Personality: She has her eye on the prize, basically. Excellence is what she strives for, and she always will shoot to make a slam dunk. Go big or don't go at all, basically. She really is too focused on the prize to worry about the others around her, so she isn't concerned with the thought of those that hate her, but she cares deeply about her friends. Even her brothers, though they annoy the living hell out of her.
Physical Appearence: (or if you are as bad at this as me, you may use your picture) -picture xP-
History: Born in East Tennessee, Jessi was born the 'baby' of the family, having three older brothers, Chase being the oldest. They all treated her the same; like one of the guys. It's because of this is why she grew up like she did. She looked up to a few people in her life, but her brothers weren't really her role models like her parents were, and her family. Oh, and Rascal Flatts. She is always listening to music and playing the guitar because of them, and she will stick to it.
But even with this bright side, there's a dark. She was stabbed by her cousin and her uncle was murdered in front of her by the cousin that she had 'loved' and thought he loved her. But,. all she has is a physical scar, as the emotional scar isn't as big.
Though she does has flashbacks, and remembers ever detail in that house, the lighting strikeing as quick as the knife's sharpen blade is pulling downwards towards her. The Blood that dripped. The look in her cousin's face when he shot her uncle and stabbed her. Everything.
Sample Post: Mac smiled as she looked up at Havik, her friend. Boy, was she lucky to have found someone like him. So forgiving, it seemed. She had messed up big time while she was with him, but he said nothing? He was a forgiving one for not reprimanding her on her mistakes. She smiled as she looked up at him admiringly. He was the only one she had right now, out in this world, as she was trying to grow up, perhaps too much. She only had adult friends, other than Spyder. She was going to start her working, and she was going to be the best damn dog she could. She wasn't about to miss her chance...
Smiling as she looked up at him as he spoke, she nodded. "Momma had been through a lot...Her fatha wasn't there. She said he died before she opened her eyes, but...I think that an expression as well. I hear rumors they spread. They spread them about my momma, calling her many things. But one thing that I heard was that her father was never there....I'll never know him. Another ting that hurt was them calling her names, like...whore, or slut. Everyone says I'm just like her....But, that makes me those things too, then.." Mac took things seriously sometimes, and she had right this time. If she was like her mother, than she would be a slut, whore as well.
She let out a little yawn, small canines reflecting off of the sun as she did. She listened to more of his words, smiling lightly. "Mamma said I only have one chance...one chance to prove I'm worth for the Mafia, and this is why I'm born to fly?" She cocked her head to one side as she looked at the sky, smile slowly escaping her maw as she did, auds going back. She knew too much for a little pup to bare. She looked slowly over to Havik, asking him with a serious tone, or as well as she could manage. "Look..if you had one shot, or one opportunity to seize everything you ever thing wanted-one moment...would you capture it...or just let it slip..?" Come year one, she was going to try hard, be the best of the best. She was going to make her mother proud to say 'that's my daughter'. She was going to show all of them who laughed at her behind her back...she'd show them all.
"Cricky said to go for it....I always tell myself to not miss my one chance....come my first year, I need to be ready..." She let a smile slowly cross her maw as she looked at Havik. She recited to him what she always told herself. "You better lose yourself in the music, the moment, You own it, you better never let it go.
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime...go!" She always told herself this, as she was dead serious on what she said to her friends. She was going to be the best damn dog she could be. Push herself to the pinnacle of her abilty....Be better than these street dogs, and rise above it all. "And, you'd be beside me....right, Havik...?" She wanted her friend to be there when she showed everyone she could do anything she set her mind to. She wanted him to be proud of her, as right now, he was apart of her 'family'. In her mind...he always would.
*Picture:i51.photobucket.com/albums/f400/CornyCougar/jessi9ko.jpg