Post by mai on Mar 28, 2012 0:59:37 GMT -5
JESSICA SHEPARD
-- INFORMATION
[/size]MIDDLE NAME: Olive
LAST NAME: Shepard
NICKNAMES: Jessi&Olive
SPECIES: Human
ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
RELIGION: Non-practicing Catholic (mass and bible-reading aspects. still maintains daily prayer)
GENDER: Female
BIRTHPLACE: Cario, Egypt
BIRTHDAY: February 21st, 1994
AGE: Nineteen
MEMBER GROUP: Human
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-- APPEARANCE
[/size]HAIR COLOR: Blonde
HEIGHT: Five foot, five inches
WEIGHT: One hundred and twenty seven pounds
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS: N/A
SCARS: Four parallel slash marks on her chest.
TATTOOS: A small, simple black cross in the center of her back.
PIERCINGS: Two earlobe piercings in each ear.
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-- PERSONALITY
[/size]DISLIKES: Sushi, twilight, dust storms, octopus, snakes, peanuts
HOBBIES: Reading, playing Sherlock Holmes on mystery shows
FEARS: Octopi, needles
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-- HISTORY
[/size]FATHER: Leland Shepard: age of death, 49
SIBLINGS: N/A
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OTHER: A small rat, Dusty, who she saved recently.
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-- ABILITIES
Spear-styled weapons – She isn’t an expert, however, when the apocalypse came and people had to learn how to use weapons either for survival or peace of mind, she taught herself the basics of spear-styled weapons. On a scale from 1 to 10, the latter being advanced in the skill, she rests at around 5. She refuses to kill with her weapon, however, believing that it is against God, and thus only uses blunted blades.
STRENGTHS: Stamina: She can run a little longer than perhaps the average person. Though she cannot run fast, she can run for a while, wearing down whoever might be following her before she has to catch her breath.
Cooking: Baking, specifically. She makes a really mean homemade strawberry shortcake.
WEAKNESSES: Fighting: As mentioned, she isn’t an expert in combat, but she knows enough to defend herself. However, it’s more likely to knock her down than it is to be hurt by her and she knows this and takes full advantage of her stamina.
Injury: Jessica has minor anemia, so a simple injury to one person can mean the difference between passing out or not to her. Her anemia is on the lower end of the scale, so a cut won’t kill her, but it would definitely take fewer than the average person.
WEAPONS:
Blunted homemade spear – It’s blunted to avoid killing, roughly six feet in length with a shaft made from polished wood. What used to be an old kitsune phone charm now decorates the section where the blade and the shaft meet. The blade is a blunted bayonet repurposed and cut down slightly to keep the spear at a manageable length. [/ul]
-- YOU THE RP'ER
[/size]RP'ING FOR HOW LONG: Ten years is just too dang long.
TIME ZONE: -8GMT: Mountain Time
OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
RP SAMPLE:
Jessica had just turned sixteen, a glorious birthday for any normal teenager. Sixteen was the year when you began your adventure into adulthood, when you got the chance to do the things that grown-ups did without supervision. Yes, it was the year in which one obtained a driver’s license and Jessica found that she really wasn’t too wanting for all it was worth. Sure, driving was a fantastic sense of freedom, a marvelous display of letting go and putting everything out on the road, but driving was such a trivial thing when she had friends who drove and when she spent most of her time at the local mall parading around clothes stores trying to find something chic and conservative.
No, driving was no big thing, but there was something else that was on Jessica’s mind. The high school that the olive-skinned and blonde haired girl went to was holding the annual March Welcoming dance and her birthday was only a week before. A tradition of the school, it was also fashioned like the well-known Sadie’s, where the girls ask the guys out; Jessica had been planning for months who she was going to take and she was going to ask him out today, the day after her birthday.
Taking a deep breath, Jessica carried her binder through the hallway and acting as though there was nothing exciting and moving going on in her mind. Her fingers curled ever so slight around the binder to ensure that her own giddiness wouldn’t make it fall to the ground for everyone to see. Before her, in her daydreaming, she pictured every possible way the victim of her question would say yes, how they would dance in front of everyone, the dress and his matching tie. Everything was perfect and beautiful, so much so that she forgot it was completely in her head.
lemme know if you want me to do more. it's midnight and I wanted to get this up before bed. (:[/ul]
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