Post by jessi on Nov 15, 2010 5:14:32 GMT -5
* - - - Jessica Brooke Knight
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nicknames: Jessi and that's the only nickname she will let ANYONE call her.
gender: female
age & grade: 18, senior
orientation: straight
problem: Jessi has been labeled with Agressive anger but she will very rarely hit anyone.
risk level: Medium most times
face claim: Jaimie Alexanderworthless life is through i will remember,
height: 5'9"
weight: 120 and that's all she'll ever be.
build: Jessi is pretty regular for a girl her age. She looks lean, and most people would think of her as a nice girl.
appearance: Depending on the light, most would say Jessi's eyes were a light, light green. Matched with her dark brown hair and lean figure she has had more then her share of guys. She rarely uses make-up, much preferring to go au natural although if there's a party she will use it to play up her flawless skin and eyes. For most of the year, Jessi would be considered not a pale skin tone but also not a tanned skin tone so somewhere in the middle. Clothes wise, Jessi likes to play up her body when she's going out but if she's staying in or just hanging around friends, she'll usually throw on the first really comfortable clothes she can find.
how you screamed i can't afford to care
,[/right]likes:
~Guys
~Being in charge
~Drinking
~The good old Outdoors
~Herself
~Her body
~Music
~Guitars
dislikes:
~Being the center of attention
~Betrayels
~Having to try and impress people
~Hangovers
~Mean Chicks
~Weirdos
traits: Vengeful Bossy Fun Partier Rebellious Affectionate Fighter Stubborn Impulsive.
history: Well, This may be a long story but I'll cut it down to the bare minimum. I was born in New York in the slums. Anyone who says love can conquer all can go screw themselves and possibly burn in a ditch. I hated being the one who was wearing the worst clothes and such so once I turned thirteen, I ran away and started to do whatever I could to get money, which was horrible. I never let myself go as far as prostitution but it got as bad as bieng a drug runner. While of course you have to start being tough so I made myself angry at the world for my situation and never stopped so now it's become a permanent fixture.
So, anyway, when I was almost fifteen, the cops caught me because a certain someone*coughs to cover word*b****** messed up. While of course, I fought them with everything I had but they had the guns and I didn't feel like dying. Handcuffs around my wrists and ankles. They questioned me and I didn't say a thing except swear and call them all sons of b****es. They put me in a home and I refused to talk at all except to you guessed it swear some more.That was the only time I ever hit anyone and I don't regret it. I became known as the big bad bully and the people running the home put me in a room by myself. I turned fifteen a month after being put there and the next week, they brought in a shrink. Of course, I swore every time I opened my mouth and got a few threats in before being sent back to my room. I stayed in there fuming, while I heard them a few rooms down talking to the others. The next day, they told me to pack all my....stuff and be ready to go. They also whispered that they'd have to be careful because the shrink had labeled me with agressive anger. So I was sent here and I get treated better then I've ever been. I get free food and don't have to worry about money. The only thing I HATE is the idiot shrinks thinking they can solve all my problems. Oh, and just so you know, I rarely hit anyone which is why I've gotten moved down to medium risk this year.
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