Post by Jake Jones on Jul 21, 2006 15:13:56 GMT -5
Name: Jake Jones
Age: 16
Family: Jake's mom and dad died when she was a little kid, before the world collapsed. Not having any siblings, she got all their money...an empire. Her family was part of an underground crime scene - not as big as the mob, but just as badass. She herself didn't participate in the goings-on, however, and when she was 15, ran to the acclaimed "Aquarium."
Side: Jake's more prone to side with the Rebels, due to her basic disregard for all authority figures - however, she's not actively a part of the revolution.
Job: Jake does nothing. She's rich. So she doesn't have to do anything. Meh.
Appearance: go check out my siggy. She's average height, reheaded, dark brown eyes.
Personality: Jake is quiet most of the time. It's very rare that she lose her cool, and she feels that listening is the best way to learn about other people. She is very opinionated about the big things, like war and crime - however, she's pretty chill about the stupid stuff, like what to wear or how to eat. She's highly intelligent, but doesn't always let on at first. As a friend, she is loyal til the end, but as an enemy, she's cut-throat.
History: Jake, brought up in New York, lived by her own rules for pretty much her entire life. When her parents died, she was "looked after" by "family;" her parents' fellow criminals (including murderers, theives, gambling sharks, etc.) checked in on her once or twice a week, and made sure she got a proper education. She basically lived in solitude - not including tutors in various subjects and a housekeeper.
Outside of her home, she used to venture out at night into the punkrock/hardcore scene in NYC. Knowing how to deal with money to her best benefit, she helped fund various nightclubs and concert halls; in return, she got VIP everything, even more friends in high places, and a "trinkle" of an income.
After getting herself into the Aquarium, however, she lost all of her high connections, and was left only with her dough. Retreating back to mild solitude, she decided to live low and not get too wild - she's just looking for peace.
Talents: Since Jake's been in heavy studies - of everything - since she was a little kiddo, she's gotten expertise in fencing, aim and shooting (guns, obviously.), and lie-detecting; obviously, she can't tell when someone's lying to her, but if she puts her fingers against someone's wrists or neck to feel their pulse, she get a sense of how likely it is that they'd be lying to her, based on how fast their heart was beating. Oh yes.
Sample RP:
Jake woke with a start - effing nightmares. The worst part was that she couldn't even remember what she'd just been dreaming about. Go figure.
Stretching, she looked at the clock on her nedside table - it was 3:27am.
"Lovely," she said to herself sarcastically, and fumbled around in the dark. Sliding out from under her covers, she pulled off her silky pj slip and managed to get dressed in the dark. Exiting her bedroom, she wore some black jeans, a maroon wifebeater, and a zipped-up black hoodie. Slipping the hood over her long red hair, she slid down the banister and went over to the small table near the door. Unlocking the drawer with the gold key that she wore around her necek at all times, she ruffled around in it until she found what she was looking for - just a small, shiny knife.
"I'm way too cool for guns," she smirked to herself jokingly, and locked the door. Heading outside her house, she pulled the hood closer around her face, and stuck her hands into the hoodie's front pockets. Walking down to the edge of her property, she decided to take a night walk - it was either that or going back to sleep.
Passwords: wtaer is everywhere, we trapped
Age: 16
Family: Jake's mom and dad died when she was a little kid, before the world collapsed. Not having any siblings, she got all their money...an empire. Her family was part of an underground crime scene - not as big as the mob, but just as badass. She herself didn't participate in the goings-on, however, and when she was 15, ran to the acclaimed "Aquarium."
Side: Jake's more prone to side with the Rebels, due to her basic disregard for all authority figures - however, she's not actively a part of the revolution.
Job: Jake does nothing. She's rich. So she doesn't have to do anything. Meh.
Appearance: go check out my siggy. She's average height, reheaded, dark brown eyes.
Personality: Jake is quiet most of the time. It's very rare that she lose her cool, and she feels that listening is the best way to learn about other people. She is very opinionated about the big things, like war and crime - however, she's pretty chill about the stupid stuff, like what to wear or how to eat. She's highly intelligent, but doesn't always let on at first. As a friend, she is loyal til the end, but as an enemy, she's cut-throat.
History: Jake, brought up in New York, lived by her own rules for pretty much her entire life. When her parents died, she was "looked after" by "family;" her parents' fellow criminals (including murderers, theives, gambling sharks, etc.) checked in on her once or twice a week, and made sure she got a proper education. She basically lived in solitude - not including tutors in various subjects and a housekeeper.
Outside of her home, she used to venture out at night into the punkrock/hardcore scene in NYC. Knowing how to deal with money to her best benefit, she helped fund various nightclubs and concert halls; in return, she got VIP everything, even more friends in high places, and a "trinkle" of an income.
After getting herself into the Aquarium, however, she lost all of her high connections, and was left only with her dough. Retreating back to mild solitude, she decided to live low and not get too wild - she's just looking for peace.
Talents: Since Jake's been in heavy studies - of everything - since she was a little kiddo, she's gotten expertise in fencing, aim and shooting (guns, obviously.), and lie-detecting; obviously, she can't tell when someone's lying to her, but if she puts her fingers against someone's wrists or neck to feel their pulse, she get a sense of how likely it is that they'd be lying to her, based on how fast their heart was beating. Oh yes.
Sample RP:
Jake woke with a start - effing nightmares. The worst part was that she couldn't even remember what she'd just been dreaming about. Go figure.
Stretching, she looked at the clock on her nedside table - it was 3:27am.
"Lovely," she said to herself sarcastically, and fumbled around in the dark. Sliding out from under her covers, she pulled off her silky pj slip and managed to get dressed in the dark. Exiting her bedroom, she wore some black jeans, a maroon wifebeater, and a zipped-up black hoodie. Slipping the hood over her long red hair, she slid down the banister and went over to the small table near the door. Unlocking the drawer with the gold key that she wore around her necek at all times, she ruffled around in it until she found what she was looking for - just a small, shiny knife.
"I'm way too cool for guns," she smirked to herself jokingly, and locked the door. Heading outside her house, she pulled the hood closer around her face, and stuck her hands into the hoodie's front pockets. Walking down to the edge of her property, she decided to take a night walk - it was either that or going back to sleep.
Passwords: wtaer is everywhere, we trapped