Post by `JENNIFER BANKS on Oct 11, 2009 11:45:12 GMT -5
{ I CAN'T FEEL MY SENSES }
name Jennifer Banks ::
age :: 17
gender :: Female
{ I JUST FEEL THE COLD }
height 5'6"::
weight :: 150 LBS
hair :: Rich mahogany
skin :: creamy complexion
clothing style :: Jeans, jogging outfits, blouses
tattoos or scars ::no
other distinguishing features None::
{ ALL COLORS SEEM TO FADE AWAY }
powers Empathy::
lifespan :: immortal
faction :: The Royals
race :: Werewolf
other interesting abilities/talents N/A::
{ I CAN'T REACH MY SOUL }
likes socializing, glamour, parties, hanging out with friends, expensive cars, reading::
dislikes :: poor people, beggars, cheaters, liars, hipocrites, and peanuts
fears :: drowning, not being accepted, someone standing up to her.
dreams :: becoming powerful and strong; finding a family of her own
quirks :: taps foot when impatient; chews on end of her hair when anxious
general personality ::Jennifer is basically spoiled. She gets anything and everything she wants, and she absolutely hates being the paramount principal's daughter even though it does have its perks. She's trying to carve her own path, wishing that people would stop comparing her to a goody goody even though she holds the title of the Daughter. She is tired of people thinking that just because she's the principles daughter, that she's expected to behave accordingly.
Jennifer is fierce and believes that she's her own person and no one can tell her to do things that she doesn't want to do. She's her own person and can make up her own mind. However, she'll backstab you in an instant if it means getting out of trouble and not having to be grounded. Whatever is in it for her, she'll offer to help otherwise she'd just rather let you rot.
Though putting on a pure 'bitch from hell' act, {thus true to the name bitch}, deep down Jennifer does have a kind heart. She'd much rather chew off her own foot than admit it to anyone. She'd lie straight to your face if you confront her. But if you really dig deep down, you'll see she can actualy be nice..
other informative facts ::
{ I WOULD STOP RUNNING }
mother :: Anne
father ::Richard
siblings :: Zoey
other relatives :: No
hometown :: San Francisco
history ::Jennifer's entire family are lycanthropes. Several years ago, they lived in a small rural town. They lived there peacefully until an incident occured. Apparently, another werewolf had come to the town and began killing innocent humans. The people turned on the Banks, feeling that they were responsible for the deaths. Adam Banks, her father, had tried to persuade the townspeople that they were not responsible for those horrible murders. Basically, they were 'vegetarian' werewolves, not killing humans. For they are strongly against that.
The townspeople didn't care and didn't listen, and therefore ran them out of the town. They were tormented and had things thrown at them when the day came to leave. A few of the towns people wanted to hang them and kill them, but the mayor of the town was good friends with Adam, and knew the family would never do something like that. Adam had smuggled out the entire Banks family. They ended up here. Originally her name was Luna, but being run out of town, she had to come up with a whole new name so she'd chosen Jennifer.
Eventually, Adam banks had become principle of Paramount. Lilly Banks, the mother, works inside the school as well as a nurse.
They now live here, feeling more like themselves and they dont have to hide their true nature. Of course they would never harm a human at all.
Jennifer's grandparents are also lycanthropes and they now reside in California. On occasion, Jennifer would contact them to see how they are doing. She loves her grandmother and she's very close to her. Jennifer tells her everything that goes on in her life. But she never leaves out her mother, who she's also very close with.
When she was little, she had experienced some strange things happening to her body. At the time, she wasn't sure what it was or even what was happening to her. Her mother and father pulled her aside when she was 12, which was the beginning of human 'changes' that occur in normal life, and said that it was the same thing with the werewolf 'changes' that occur . Basically nature and non nature had combined. She was highly terrified at first, but then she began understanding her changes and actually welcoming them. Her eye sight had sharpened, her sense of smell and basically her whole physical being had changed to new heights and new feelings.
When the first time she changed, she couldn't control it. Nor see it coming. But gradually, as she got 'older', she was able to grab a handle on the changes and now she's able to change at will almost every night if she wishes. She does have a younger sister, around the age of 15, and is also going through the same changes that she'd gone through. Her sister's name is Zoey. Jennifer makes sure that Zoey is understanding about it and not freaking out. She knows how hard it was for her when she first changed and therefore, helps Zoey. The two sisters are fairly close and are best friends. They are inseparable.
other historical revelations ::
{ IF I KNEW THERE WAS A CHANCE }
Jennifer headed down to the stable area. Her father had gotten her her own horse which was kept inside the luxurious stable. Her shiny black riding boots crunched over the grass and some dead leaves. There was a white paddock fence that went around in a semi large rectangular shape. Inside the paddock, was filled with a tawny brown sand. It was better for the horses' hooves. She was wearing an expensive riding outfit. She had on tan jodphurs, a white blouse and a black vest over it. A black helmut was on top of her head. Her rich mahogany hair bounced behind her against her back as she walked toward the stables. Jennifer pulled on her last black riding glove and put her crop in the other hand as she entered the stable.ooc name Jennifer::
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She spied her horse, a beautiful white/grey andalusian mare named Artemis. The mare spied her and lifted her head over her stall, letting out a happy whinny at the site of Jen. A smile formed on Jennifer's face as she reached up to grab a rich thick leather bridle, and slipped it on over Artemis' head, who eagerly took the bit knowing she was going out. Jennifer led the mare out, her hooves clopping on the hardwood floor, and kicking a bit of sawdust around as she left. Artemis was about sixteen hands high. Jennifer got her thick English saddle blanket, and positioned it right behind Artemis' whithers. Once that was set she grabbed her mahogany brown Stubben english saddle and placed it on the pad. She latched the girth and then lowered one stirrup, placing her left foot in it and hoisting herself into the saddle. Jennifer placed her other foot into the other stirrup and gave the horse a gentle clicking noise. Artemis quickly headed out of the barn.
They entered the out door arena and then Jennifer began clicking again, signaling Artemis to trot. The mare's long, silken mane gently blew back as she moved her long elegant legs into a trot. Even though she was a bitch, Jennifer had a soft spot for animals, horses included. She loved them and was happy that her dad had bought her Artemis. Though, Andalusians were known to perform, this mare had been retired from the show ring . The owner claimed that he had lost interest in the mare and was going to sell her to the sales, but Jennifer had begged her father to get her and he did. Out here, Jennifer could relax and just be herself. The wind gently blew back her dark hair, and she could feel the warm sunlight on her face. She sighed and continued to trot around the arena.
