Post by jeni on Aug 7, 2009 21:43:01 GMT -5
the city is at war !
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[/center]character info !
full name • jennifer michelle daven
nick names • jeni, j
age • nineteen
grade • not in college. dropped out to take care of brother.
hometown • las vegas, nevada.
sexuality • straight.
member group • citizen.
character looks !
[/color][/center]height • 5'4"
hair • naturally brown, but she has dyed it black before.
eyes • hazel.
play by • jenna dewan
character personality !
[/color][/size][/center]likes • Knee boarding, dancing, parties, chocolate, roses, chick flicks, horror movies, comedy movies, swimming, the beach, tanning, hanging with her friends, polka dots, puppies, horses.
dislikes • Surfing, spiders, police, lizards, scorpions, party crashers, fun suckers, man whores, men who use women, abusive men, trash talkers, jack asses, bitches, whores, sex addicts, football players, men who think women are their property, her mother, her father.
habits/quirks • she'll bite her lip when nervous, rubs her hands together when uncomfortable, and stay silent in awkward situations.
fears • Dreams never coming true, losing her brother to the very things he's addicted to, dying young, death overall.
dreams • Get a good job, have a loving family, have children, get her brother to quit using drugs, stay off the streets, become a dancer.
secrets • She was raped, she was abused, she sent her father to jail, her mother was a whore, she dropped out of school to support her brother.
overall • Jennifer? She's the farthest thing from a bitch, but also the farthest thing from an angel too. She is extremely sweet and would take the shirt right off her back for anyone. She's more then willing to help someone that needs it, even if she does hate their guts. But that doesn't mean she isn't mean either. When it comes to standing up for what she believes in and everything, by all means she'll have the dirtiest mouth in the group. She is somewhat of a pacifist, and chooses only to fight when she has to. She hates it when someone picks on somebody else, and she'll do whatever it takes to stand up for her friends. She is extremely loyal, but also naive. Which is a bit of a problem in her case. So overall she is: loyal, protective, caring, sweet, naive, understanding, and pretty much has a good heart. she's extremely good with children too.
character history !
[/size][/color]mother • taylor annabelle thompson daven ; thirty-six ; prostitute in Los Angeles.
father • michael isaac daven ; fourty ; in jail
siblings • tyler james daven ; seventeen ; drug dealer
pets • demon ; brindle pit bull
other family • no other family.
overall • Taylor and Michael met at a party in las Vegas, nevada. it was Tyler's twenty first birthday party and Taylor had been hired to be a stripper. Michael was single at the time, an Taylor was said to be the best hooker in town. With an apartment near by, a couple shots in him and a hooker that had not been laid in quite a while, Michael left the happiest he had been in years. The night went on, and before anyone knew it it was the next morning. Taylor found herself laying beside a naked man, and she knew exactly who he was. She left without a trace, taking all her clothes with her and every sign that she had ever had sex with him. There was just on little problem - there was no trace of a used condom anywhere in the apartment. No wrapper on the floor, in the bed, in the bathroom toilet, nowhere. And that terrified Michael. his worst nightmare had come true. At twenty-one, he was a father.
Taylor found out the next week of her pregnancy, and immediately she knew it was Mike's baby. They went through nine months of pain and joy, tears and smiles until finally that little baby come out. The first time Taylor held that little girl in her arms, she broke down in to tears. She was a mother with a job as a prostitute, and already being in jail before for prostitution did not look good on any application. Besides, Taylor was only seventeen. And Michael was twenty-one. Michael had already had sex with a minor, something he told himself he'd never do. But the worry of getting caught disappeared as soon as he held that little girl in his arms. They named her Jennifer Michelle, and Taylor and Michael got married not even six months later.
They stayed together for quite a while, but after a year of marriage Taylor split. She wasn't ready to be tied down, and she left Michael. He was left to care for Jennifer alone, with only a small idea of how to change diapers. But his biggest worry was how he was going to feed her. He finally got used to taking care of her, and before he knew it Jeni was already two. But guess what? She was going to be a big sister. Michael had slept with yet another prostitute, but this time as soon as the baby was born the little newborn boy got dumped on Michael as the prostitute disappeared in to the night. He was left to care for two children now. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it with such a heavy load. He started drinking immensely, but somehow he managed to be sane and calm around his son Tyler and daughter Jeni. But when Tyler turned five and Jeni was seven, that all ended.
And when that ended, abuse started. On Tyler? Oh no, Tyler was Michael's little boy. He planned on teaching him football and having his little boy carry the high school and college team to the championship. But instead he took it out on on Jennifer, the older of the two. The abuse lasted for years, and finally when Jeni turned eighteen she just could not take it anymore. The long nights, the sight of your blood covering the kitchen floor, having to clean it up the very next morning. it all became just too much for her. She hated that her brother had to grow up seeing what Jeni did. The abandoned feeling that you got when you remembered your mother not wanting you when you were born, the pain and suffering you went through by watching your father cry over the two women every night, and then for Tyler to sit there and just watch the life get beat right out of his sister. It worried Jennifer in to thinking that maybe Tyler thought this was how all women should be treated, and that was not right.
A month after going to the police, her father was finally put behind bars where he belonged. She moved to Manhattan in attempt to get Tyler away from the old life, to start a better life. She knew she wouldn't be able to afford college by taking care of Tyler, so she didn't go to college. But, instead she went from job to job, moving to a new one each time she was fired or they just laid her off. But, even though she was busy with taking care of Tyler and working, when she had time she danced. it took her stress away from everything, and plans on making a career out of it. But when Tyler started hanging with the wrong crowd and got in to drugs it worried jennifer even more. And now, she's struggling to take care of Tyler and stay off the streets. She's doing the best she can and they're getting by, but she's just scared they wont be off the streets for long.
about you !
[/color][/size][/center]your name • saz. <3 but feel free to give nicknames.
your age • thirteeenn.
roleplaying experience • three years.
how you found us • advertisement on California here We Come.
roleplay sample •
Tossing and turning in her bed, the female had sweat rolling down her delicate face. She finally awoke, sitting straight up in her bed. She made no noise, though, for she feared it was early in the morning. But as she turned her head to look at the clock, she found it was a mere 3:00. She couldn't believe how late she had slept. The bonus was, though, she did not have to work at Blush tonight. She sighed, pushing the covers off of her and setting her feet down on the cold, wooden floor. It sent a chill through her body, but she made no other movements. Standing up, she walked over to her dresser. She knew where she was going today, simply because she had already planned it yesterday. She was going to the lake, maybe practice her dance rountine where there was barely any people around, and maybe tan a little bit.
She grabbed her bathing suit, pushing her pajamas and under garments off on to the floor before pulling the bikini top and bottoms on. She grabbed a black shirt and a black pair of shorts, pulling them on over her brown bikini. She shut the drawers, grabbing a black hair tie off the top of the dresser and pulling her hair back in to a pony tail. It was going to be hot today, just like every other day in las Vegas. Sure, maybe it wasn't smart, going out in almost pure black clothes. But it was better then nothing. The girl grabbed her high heels, the ones she had to practice in. If she wanted to make a career in dance then she would have to get used to dancing in heels, and soon. Las Vegas was where most of the hollywood stars made their break for fame at, and she had to get good soon.
She grabbed her tennis shoes off the stairs as she went down, walking in to the living room. She set her heels on the floor, along with her shoes and sat down on the leather couch. She already had socks on, and pulled the Nike shocks on over them. She grabbed her heels, her keys and phone off the counter, and walked out of the house. She shut and locked the door, pulling the key out of the lock and shoving them in her pocket. Shewalked slowly, not really in a rush to get anywhere. But then again, she didn't want to get there after 6:00 or anything cause you really don't have a chance to get a tan then. She picked up the pace, her brown hair that was tied back swinging as she walked.
She sighed, looking down at the concrete as she walked. Modern dancing, or at least she called her style modern, was different then the way people danced now a days. You've got some of that ballet stuff mixed in with hip hop and you have Jenni's style of dance.It was a little different then most, but so far all the people she showed her rountine to they enjoyed it. She knew not everyone would like it, since everyone has their own opinion, but it was a rather good mix of dance styles. Different then most, unique, and that's what people look for when you try out for stuff. If you fit what they are looking for, and how unqiue and talented you are. She would not call herself exactly talented, just very good at what she does.
She finally reached the lake, walking across the concrete path. She remembered grabbing her I-POD when she left, cause it's such a natural thing for her to do. Music was a huge part of her life, even though she wasn't singing to it or playing an instrument to it. Instead she was dancing, and it's almost impossible to dance without music. After finding a rather shady spot by a tree, she set her heels down in the grass. She sat down as well, pulling her shirt off over her head, revealing the rather tight brown bikini top she was wearing. Pulling the tennis shoes and socks off her feet, the put the white heels on. She made sure the straps were tight enough the shoes weren't loose, but they weren't too tight either. She'd rather not have them cutting off her ciruclation or flying off her feet when she lifts her foot.
She grabbed her electric device, turning on the song she had planned to play during the rountine, and stuck the I-POD in her top. She had no pockets, so that was what she had to do. As soon as the part came where she started danicng, her body moved immediatly. She slid to the right, getting up on her right foot and spinning twice, taking her left foot and pressing it against the inside of her right thigh. Planting her left foot firmly on the ground, she hips jerked to the left, causing her body to move as well. Her arms raised above her head, swaying her hips from left to right a couple times. As she went to cross her right foot over her left, she immediatly lost her footing. She hit the grass with a thud, and groaning lightly. Pausing the music, she looked down at her ankle. It hurt a little, but she was used to it. She'd hurt her ankle many times before danicng in heels. This wasn't the first time, and it surely wouldn't be that last.
She grabbed her bathing suit, pushing her pajamas and under garments off on to the floor before pulling the bikini top and bottoms on. She grabbed a black shirt and a black pair of shorts, pulling them on over her brown bikini. She shut the drawers, grabbing a black hair tie off the top of the dresser and pulling her hair back in to a pony tail. It was going to be hot today, just like every other day in las Vegas. Sure, maybe it wasn't smart, going out in almost pure black clothes. But it was better then nothing. The girl grabbed her high heels, the ones she had to practice in. If she wanted to make a career in dance then she would have to get used to dancing in heels, and soon. Las Vegas was where most of the hollywood stars made their break for fame at, and she had to get good soon.
She grabbed her tennis shoes off the stairs as she went down, walking in to the living room. She set her heels on the floor, along with her shoes and sat down on the leather couch. She already had socks on, and pulled the Nike shocks on over them. She grabbed her heels, her keys and phone off the counter, and walked out of the house. She shut and locked the door, pulling the key out of the lock and shoving them in her pocket. Shewalked slowly, not really in a rush to get anywhere. But then again, she didn't want to get there after 6:00 or anything cause you really don't have a chance to get a tan then. She picked up the pace, her brown hair that was tied back swinging as she walked.
She sighed, looking down at the concrete as she walked. Modern dancing, or at least she called her style modern, was different then the way people danced now a days. You've got some of that ballet stuff mixed in with hip hop and you have Jenni's style of dance.It was a little different then most, but so far all the people she showed her rountine to they enjoyed it. She knew not everyone would like it, since everyone has their own opinion, but it was a rather good mix of dance styles. Different then most, unique, and that's what people look for when you try out for stuff. If you fit what they are looking for, and how unqiue and talented you are. She would not call herself exactly talented, just very good at what she does.
She finally reached the lake, walking across the concrete path. She remembered grabbing her I-POD when she left, cause it's such a natural thing for her to do. Music was a huge part of her life, even though she wasn't singing to it or playing an instrument to it. Instead she was dancing, and it's almost impossible to dance without music. After finding a rather shady spot by a tree, she set her heels down in the grass. She sat down as well, pulling her shirt off over her head, revealing the rather tight brown bikini top she was wearing. Pulling the tennis shoes and socks off her feet, the put the white heels on. She made sure the straps were tight enough the shoes weren't loose, but they weren't too tight either. She'd rather not have them cutting off her ciruclation or flying off her feet when she lifts her foot.
She grabbed her electric device, turning on the song she had planned to play during the rountine, and stuck the I-POD in her top. She had no pockets, so that was what she had to do. As soon as the part came where she started danicng, her body moved immediatly. She slid to the right, getting up on her right foot and spinning twice, taking her left foot and pressing it against the inside of her right thigh. Planting her left foot firmly on the ground, she hips jerked to the left, causing her body to move as well. Her arms raised above her head, swaying her hips from left to right a couple times. As she went to cross her right foot over her left, she immediatly lost her footing. She hit the grass with a thud, and groaning lightly. Pausing the music, she looked down at her ankle. It hurt a little, but she was used to it. She'd hurt her ankle many times before danicng in heels. This wasn't the first time, and it surely wouldn't be that last.
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