Post by Jennifer Etincelle on Dec 1, 2015 0:54:51 GMT -5
JENNIFER LUXANNE ETINCELLE
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description:;
Of middling height, Jennifer seems the epitome of good old girl. Blonde hair reaches just past her shoulders, and storm grey eyes tend to unfocus all the time, seeming to see something that isn't really there. Somewhat lithe, she has an average figure, nothing really to gawk at, but certainly not bland by any stretch of the imagination.
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JENNIFER MORRISON
age:;
sweet 19
gender:;
FEMALE
race:
born an Elemental/Fae Mixed Breed
should we put bricks on your head?:;
Jennifer Etincelle is 5 feet 9 inches tall
no place like home:;
Salem, Massachusetts
getting lucky with ~someone~:;
Bi-curious
babies coming?:;
Single
abilities:;
Eternal Day (Innate - Nymph)
Holy City [Paris] (Innate - Half-Elemental)
Strength – 6
Speed – 10
Intelligence – 6
Endurance – 6
Agility – 6
Heal (Tier 1) - Light Heal
Melee - Level 1
Holy City [Paris] (Innate - Half-Elemental)
Strength – 6
Speed – 10
Intelligence – 6
Endurance – 6
Agility – 6
Heal (Tier 1) - Light Heal
Melee - Level 1
weapon(s):;
Hand-and-a-half blade, handgun, butterfly knife
whatcha~wearin?:;
Varies depending on situation, prefers comfortable clothes that don't restrict her movements at all. Always wears or carries a red leather jacket.
transportation:;
Daisy yellow Volkswagen Beetle
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;
Silver triquetra pendant on a silver chain
disposition to the law:;
NEUTRAL
alignment:;
NEUTRAL
likes:;
Charity work (does a substantial amount of charity work on her own and with others)
Singing
Being around people in general
Seeing others succeed where they were sure they would fail
Animals
Singing
Being around people in general
Seeing others succeed where they were sure they would fail
Animals
dislikes:;
People determined to ruin the lives of those around them
Red tape and paperwork
Being rushed
Red tape and paperwork
Being rushed
phobias:;
Nyctophobia: Jennifer is TERRIFIED of the dark, more than just the simple feeling of being blind when she can't see.
obsessions:;
Bringing hope to people, and seeing their faces light up with joy, to the point of leaving next to no time for herself to focus on herself
background:;
Jennifer's mother was a powerful light elemental, who saved Jennifer's father from a group of slavers led by a dark elemental intent on selling him as some person's plaything. The two had a few nights together, and then went their separate ways. Several months later, Jennifer was born, an oddity in herself from day one. Quiet as an infant, she always seemed to be observing those that her mother associated with, a fact found disconcerting by several of them. But she grew quickly, and as a child of six or seven she was extremely precocious, having conversations with those same people about things they'd mentioned when she was a toddler, astounding them with her presence of mind and memory.
Her blood began to tell as she grew up, a bubbling endless optimism that served to frustrate many of the bullies in school, and delight her mother. Even finding that her father had left before she was born didn't bring her down, but instead inspired a desire to seek him out, if only to find out why he refused to stay. She bears him, even to this day, no ill will, but simply wants to know why, and who the man (or fae, I suppose) that helped bring her into this world was, what sort of person he was.
Even before she was an adult, she was pouring a chunk of her time into charity and volunteer work, spending most weekends working this soup kitchen or that homeless shelter, never willing to rest while there were people hungry. Several times between seventeen and eighteen, she proved to have her mother's knack for calming people, as she carried the leftovers from the soup kitchens out to those who couldn't get there, and was often accosted, but always walked away unscathed, and with the other person - for a moment - wondering what the hell they'd been thinking.
Recent years have seen her taking up, not only her volunteer work, but work as a private investigator, specifically looking into runaways and bail skippers. She's built a reputation as a woman who always gets her man, though there are a few times where she's 'lost the trail' of someone she's after, much to the consternation and irritation of those that hired her. She maintains contact with those 'targets', to ensure that they don't end up stuck right back where they came from.
Her blood began to tell as she grew up, a bubbling endless optimism that served to frustrate many of the bullies in school, and delight her mother. Even finding that her father had left before she was born didn't bring her down, but instead inspired a desire to seek him out, if only to find out why he refused to stay. She bears him, even to this day, no ill will, but simply wants to know why, and who the man (or fae, I suppose) that helped bring her into this world was, what sort of person he was.
Even before she was an adult, she was pouring a chunk of her time into charity and volunteer work, spending most weekends working this soup kitchen or that homeless shelter, never willing to rest while there were people hungry. Several times between seventeen and eighteen, she proved to have her mother's knack for calming people, as she carried the leftovers from the soup kitchens out to those who couldn't get there, and was often accosted, but always walked away unscathed, and with the other person - for a moment - wondering what the hell they'd been thinking.
Recent years have seen her taking up, not only her volunteer work, but work as a private investigator, specifically looking into runaways and bail skippers. She's built a reputation as a woman who always gets her man, though there are a few times where she's 'lost the trail' of someone she's after, much to the consternation and irritation of those that hired her. She maintains contact with those 'targets', to ensure that they don't end up stuck right back where they came from.
Reveres Somnus the Dreamer
