Post by Erica Andrews on Jan 15, 2007 17:49:30 GMT -5
Name: Jettica Smith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: English/American (And highly influnced by Tokyo)
Short Appearence: 5" 3' female, with short emo-pink hair and nearly black eyes.
Main Appearence: At first glance, Jettica appears to be, er, different. And because of that, she has few friends, except those that truly understand her. Her hair is short, styled in a boyish emo cut, and dyed emo-pink (by 'emo-pink', I mean that pale pink shiny color). Her eyes are brown, but nearly black. She compliments her hair with a lovely pink and white eye shadow, and black lipstick. She has two studs in her left eyebrow, her right ear cartilage is peirced, and her nose has a steel stud. She always has her nails painted a very sleek black, and on her two pinky fingers are one pink dot in the center. She also has a Japanise Phrase on her back. Three letters: 'E' 'M' 'O'.
Personality: She is a very straightforward gal, who isn't afraid to tell it like it is. She's moody and messy and infatuated with emo's and emo-pink. Jettica is also a dare-devil, and would try anything once. Many label the little punk 'crazy', and she really doesn't give a darn. She knows who she is, and that's all that really matters to her.
History: Born in London, England to Evangline Smith of London and Doctor Issac Smith of New York. When Jettica was five, Dr. Smith was transferred to Tokyo to work with some Japanise doctors on a new medication for an unnamed disease. Later that same year, Daniel was born, and five years after that, they moved to the City, which is now the place of Summer's End...
Family: One brother, Daniel Smith
Extra Curricular: She sings in Bella's Band. (Is that fine with you, Bella?)
In-Character: Jettica sat at the ebony desk in her bedroom, a black feathery pen in her hand, and a stack of blank papers on the desk. 'What rhymes with denial? She tried to think. Denial, denial... TRIAL! her mind screamed out to her. She quickly scratched her newfound sentance on the paper, and sang it out:
[center/] “Why forgive me?
Its not what I have done.
Its what you plan to do,
So don't send me denial,
or pain or you trial,
Suffer less, love me more
Suffer less, love me more." [/center]
"Ah. Now I do like that," she whispered silently to herself.
Style: Emo/Punk
Codeword: Accecpted -locking-
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: English/American (And highly influnced by Tokyo)
Short Appearence: 5" 3' female, with short emo-pink hair and nearly black eyes.
Main Appearence: At first glance, Jettica appears to be, er, different. And because of that, she has few friends, except those that truly understand her. Her hair is short, styled in a boyish emo cut, and dyed emo-pink (by 'emo-pink', I mean that pale pink shiny color). Her eyes are brown, but nearly black. She compliments her hair with a lovely pink and white eye shadow, and black lipstick. She has two studs in her left eyebrow, her right ear cartilage is peirced, and her nose has a steel stud. She always has her nails painted a very sleek black, and on her two pinky fingers are one pink dot in the center. She also has a Japanise Phrase on her back. Three letters: 'E' 'M' 'O'.
Personality: She is a very straightforward gal, who isn't afraid to tell it like it is. She's moody and messy and infatuated with emo's and emo-pink. Jettica is also a dare-devil, and would try anything once. Many label the little punk 'crazy', and she really doesn't give a darn. She knows who she is, and that's all that really matters to her.
History: Born in London, England to Evangline Smith of London and Doctor Issac Smith of New York. When Jettica was five, Dr. Smith was transferred to Tokyo to work with some Japanise doctors on a new medication for an unnamed disease. Later that same year, Daniel was born, and five years after that, they moved to the City, which is now the place of Summer's End...
Family: One brother, Daniel Smith
Extra Curricular: She sings in Bella's Band. (Is that fine with you, Bella?)
In-Character: Jettica sat at the ebony desk in her bedroom, a black feathery pen in her hand, and a stack of blank papers on the desk. 'What rhymes with denial? She tried to think. Denial, denial... TRIAL! her mind screamed out to her. She quickly scratched her newfound sentance on the paper, and sang it out:
[center/] “Why forgive me?
Its not what I have done.
Its what you plan to do,
So don't send me denial,
or pain or you trial,
Suffer less, love me more
Suffer less, love me more." [/center]
"Ah. Now I do like that," she whispered silently to herself.
Style: Emo/Punk
Codeword: Accecpted -locking-
