Post by Jessica Jackson on Dec 7, 2008 13:49:39 GMT -5
` JessicaMingJackson ,,
[/font][/center]“ Keep up the smile, keep up the laughs. Because it's expected, my dear, not because you want to. ”
here we have the new superstar in town, Callie.[/blockquote][/font][/color]
she's rocked for seventeen summers of love
and she's gonna be around for plenty more. she's
from the west coast but she's calling
Newport her home now. so get used to
it, because she's not going anywhere.
one love and one life ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]full name • Jessica Ming Jackson
nicknames • Jessie or Jess
Species • Human
age • Nineteen
grade & school • Freshman at Newport Community College
status • Middle class family, supporting herself through a part-time job
it gives me thrills to wind you up ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]hair • Dark, straight hair cut off at the middle of her back
eyes • Hazel green, almond-shaped with thick lashes.
height • Five feet and seven inches
weight • One-hundred and fifteen pounds
tattoos • None
piercings • None
playby • Kristin Kreuk
come on, come on let's play ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]personality • You can always count on Jessica to have a smile on her face. She is a generally happy girl who is simply trying to get by in life. She has always been one to enjoy and seek the company of others, friends or family. Jessie tries her best to pass herself as an approachable, friendly person. And more often than less, it works quite well. The people close to her, especially family, mean so much to her and have always been a driving force in her life. Though Jessica can also come off as a people-pleaser, someone that can be taken advantage of because of her sweet disposition and quirkiness. She isn’t afraid to carry on a conversation, but sometimes doesn’t know when to shut up.
Though the young woman has lived an easy life, things often become more complicated in Jessie’s mind that needed. She is a constant worrier, and is damned with a one track mine. She is one to always feel the need to care for other people, a direct symptom of her “people-pleasing” personality. The girl’s busy mind is a constant factory of worry and stress, but she has learned to mask it well with a smile.
Even if Jessica is a little on the sensitive side, she is also a very driven person. There is little that can make her angry, apart from someone taking a negative view of someone she loves. The girl is a hopeless romantic, though she could never really be dubbed as a flirt. Jessica is also a quite intelligent young woman, though her knowledge comes from books and not common sense.
likes • Her family, her college classes, warm weather, bright colors, sleeping in late, coffee, Chinese food
dislikes • Cold weather, sour candies, letting other people down, her hair, not understanding what is going on in her town, mathmatics, videogames, driving
habits • Talks a little faster than needed, leaves lights on when she exits the room, laughs when she gets nervous, picks at her nails
secrets • Was adopted at an early age from her birth parents, has a crush on someone she shouldn't, and has always dreamed of becoming a dancer though she has settled for a degree in education.
overall goals • While Jessica is curious to know what goes on behind closed doors in the small town of Newport, she cares more about her family. The wellbeing of her little brother is the most important thing to her. There also is the budding romance with a fellow friend that is festering in the back of her mind.
sexual orientation • Heterosexual
invade me to the point of tears ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]father • Jarred Jackson, forty-seven and works as the head of a local advertising service
mother • Caroline Jackson, forty-three and works out of the home as an accountant
siblings • Jonathon Jackson, seventeen
extended family • Jessica's birth parents, Karrin and Joe, though she hardly keeps in touch with them anymore.
history • January 17th, 1989. The baby girl that would later become the first daughter of American couple Caroline and Jarred Jackson was born. Jessica was originally born a legal citizen of China, into a family already overpopulated and broken by the stress of an empty bank account. She was put up for adoption only three days after she was born. But it was only a short week after that in which the young child’s world would take a turn for the better. Even if she would never be their own based on blood, Carol and Jarred loved Jessica from the very beginning.
At the tender age of two-years-old, Jessica came home. The town of Newport would be the place she would grow to call home for the next seventeen years of her young life. It wasn’t long before Jessie was settled that another baby was added to the family, the only biological child that Caroline would ever deliver. Jonathon became a constant and important presence in Jessica’s life. She was a big sister, and she now had someone to protect.
While Jessie might have lived in a sheltered, loving home, it would turn the girl soft later in life. She excelled in school from a very young age, taking a love for books and learning before she could barely talk. That love for learning would later become the reason Jessica would go to college to become a teacher. She would grow up with a quiet and peaceful childhood… It wouldn’t be until later that Jessie learned what life was really like outside the walls of her home.
Graduating high school at the age of eighteen, Jessica was barely out of the starting gate before she really began to look at the world. Jessica knows that life in the small town of Newport isn’t exactly normal. There is the constant concern of her little brother and the trouble he is beginning to mix himself up with. There is the minor attraction she is beginning to feel for Mike Berry, who she has known for several years. And there is the dark cloud she is noticing that has fallen over the small community.
Now nineteen and still living at home, Jessie is beginning the winter term at the local community college to seek a degree in education. But even if she is growing, she is still a naïve little girl who needs to open her eyes to the world around her.
our work is never over ,,
[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote]Group • Undecided
rp sample • Silence.
Somewhere in the foggy morning, a mountain grouse shuttered and rose into the pale sky. Gray eyes watched its dark shadow through the mist, rising into the air and taking flight. That could have been breakfast, though from her place in the ferns and grass, Melete had no intention of moving. She had been there through the evening and into the late hours of the night, waiting. For what? It had been a question she had asked herself plenty of times in the quiet of the night. The young cat flicked her ears back, taking in more of the silent morning.
An hour ago the light had touched the eastern sky, finally spilling now over the very tip of the mountains. The sky was blanketed with a heavy layer of clouds, a sure sign of rain later. The pale light turned Melete’s pelt to ash as she lay her head down again on resting paws. Somewhere in the distance, a familiar scent caught her nose. Another being. Of her clan? It must have been so.
Never in her three years of life had Melete seen another creature from the outside areas. They were there, she knew that fact well. But it was blind faith in the words and tales of others. Though believing word of mouth had never been trouble for her… Many would have said it was her weakness. Melete closed her eyes against that thought.
Perhaps she was out here to clear her head. It wasn’t like the female to be out so far, out alone for so long like this. Though she doubted her presence would have been missed over the course of a night. If she had been gone for a week, would the clan worry? If she disappeared completely, would anyone bother to come searching? Melete stopped herself then. Where were these negative thoughts coming from? This simply was not like her.
She considered then rising and padding through the woods, back home. The ground was cold beneath her belly. Melete’s tail gave a slight enemiech as she raised her head again. Home. At this time of the morning, slumber would still hang heavy over the den. A soft croak rose from Melete’s throat. She would go back soon enough. The peaks of the mountains rose above her hiding place among the trees. The loomed above her, dark against the white cloudy sky. The once place that had been her haven… Something held her back from it now, something in this silence made Melete want to stay hidden forever.